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::: OPEN LOG :::

Well, today was . . . life-threatening. We almost got stuck ion the
middle of the plasma cloud. We used a probe, a warp bubble, and an amplifier
(or something) to save our skins. I also met my new assistant EnsWesASG. He
is a good man. Winger FINALLY got promoted. That's all for now . . .

::: CLOSE LOG :::

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Lt. Jay Winger
USS Excelsior NX-2000-B
CSO
<<<<OPEN DUTY LOG>>>>
Duty Log. Stardate 9606.23.
I arrived late today, but we were stuck in conflict with a cloud-like being.
Ender was busy with a Creature emitting some sort of signal, we had to block
it. Ender and I connected a phaser power pack to the blocker and
successfully blocked the signal. Then, to get the Cloud off our backs, we
imitated the Creature's signal and shot out a Torpedo emitting the signal.
And we did it seconds away from Hull Breaching.

No other news, except I got promoted at last.
This is the last log from Lt. Jay Winger.
<<<<CLOSE DUTY LOG>>>>

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Today I was late. I only got to work on some people on deack 15. I met a new
friend ENSBeeg. Nothing else happened to me

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::: OPEN LOG :::

On our way from the Star Base, we got a distress call and were lured
into a nice little death trap. We got away, and started repairs. Now, we're
battling Cardies with the USS Merrimack! What a day! I stepped down from
Chief Tactical and gave Ensign Royce a try. He did well. I'm going to
reccommend him for promotion. Afterthought: I went to fix the torpedo tube
today. I had to go into Zero-G and all. It reminded me of Jackal and I and
the old days. Ah, sweet memories!

::: CLOSE LOG :::

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Begin Log..

Ensign's log, Stardate 9103.5 Brian Saxton reporting..

Its wierd how some things work out. I applied for USF and got posted to the
Excelsior..But my first mission was on the USS Trieste (I was helping out as
acting Helm Officer). I wasn't briefed on the mission, so bear with me. The
Hood and the Trieste were escorting a small transport vessel when it suddenly
dissappeared. Scans showed an energy foeld with a comm signal coming from it.
we sent a shuttle over.. but that also dissapeared. However, we tracked the
shuttle to a small Class-M Planet in the system.
Toward the end of the sim sensors showed a Borg ship entering the sector.
END LOG

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::OPEN LOG::

Today we were sent to investigate a rift in space. A seemingly simple
chore. I think the rift was a gateway to a paralell universe or the future
or something. Some ships came out of it (including the USS TOLSTOY, a Romulan
ship, and a Borg cube). They came from a place where the Borg had pretty much
assimmilated everything. I beamed aboard the TOLSTOY with an away team to
help with repairs. The whole thing ended in explosions. That made me happy.
:)

::CLOSE LOG::

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Ensign Ace
Operations Manager
USS Excelsior Nx-2000B
Duty Report: Stardate 9607.08

All systems were operational and functioning within Starfleet standard. Our
mission perameters were exploratory. I routed additional energy to the
Science department for conducting scans. Per the Admiral's request I
monitered a Temporal Rift approximately 100 meters off our bow. After a
sudden fluctuation in the rift, the USS Tolstoy appeared. A communication
line was opened and an Away Team was deployed to render repair and
assistance. The Away Team mission was partially successful in repairing
warp capability to the Tolstoy. I recommended we use the tractor beam to
secure the Tolstoy and move it away from the Rift. The Admiral gave the
order and we locked onto the Tolstoy. Fluctuations in the Rift were
increasing when scans alerted us to the presence of a Borg ship. The Away
Team were immediately beamed back on baord. The Borg ship had approached us
from the stern. Caught between the Borg and the Rift, the Admiral chose to
enter the Rift. I disengaged the tractor beam from the
Tolstoy... apparently the inertia carried the Tolsy after us. The Borg
followed. Our energy systems were depleting. Shields were down to marginal
levels. I re-routed energy from all non-essential areas to boost shields and
weapons. Just when I thought we were back in the fight with our systems on
line... A Romulan Warbird de-cloaked on our starboard side. The Romulan
Captain hailed us and requested assistance. Tensions were high, Romulans are
not to be trusted. The issue was settled when the
Tolstoy began hailing us with emergency distress calls. The Tolsoy was
destroyed with all hands.

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Today we found a Fed ship and they were in some trouble with the borg. I went
on an awayteam every one was fine except one person I asked to beam me and
the Imjured up and they beamed up me but not the Imjured. Then the Ship was
distroyed.

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Ensign Ace
Operations Manager
USS Excelsior NX 2000B
Duty Log: Stardate: 9607.10

Engineering continues to make repairs. Energy Resources are back up to
normal operating levels. Status is currently code Blue, normal operations.
Additional resources have been made available for subspace transmissions. I
do not know the nature of these transmissions as they are classified for
security purposes. I have noted an increase in LARC access by the commanding
officers... I suspect that we may be peparing for an exploratory mission. I
have also received requests for resources in the
medical and science departments. I have assigned primary status to the
commanding officers, secondary status to the science department and standby
status to the medical department. This decision is based upon the current
case loads of the three areas.

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:::OPEN LOG:::

Well, yesterday I took a shuttle over to the USS DarkPath. She's
commanded by Commodore Mstrad. We were en route to a prison planet with
orders to destroy the prison. Mstrad had me run some tests, and there was a
security drill. It was a little hectic aboard the ship, but I got the
impression that the crew could work together. We got there, and I believe an
away team was forming to beam to the surface.

:::END LOG:::

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Lieutenant Commander Christopher Robert Loran Dole, a betazoid male
confined to a hoverchair, floated in the runabout USS Pearson on its way to
the USS Excelsior, which happened to be one of the newest and greatest ships
in the fleet. He drummed his fingers on the console. Science was not his
first choice for a post, but he was always open to new ideas. Hey, he thought
to himself, he'd never wanted Engineering onboard the Havana, but he took it
anyway and look where it got him. A massive figure
loomed on the viewscreen in front of him. The place Christopher Dole would
soon call home loomed on the viewscreen before him.
"Request permission to dock"; said a young officer infront of him. The
young ensign reminded Dole of the Dole of three years ago <one year sim
time>, young, confident, perhaps even brash. The ensign would soon see the
real purpose of starfleet, the horrors of losing crewmembers in an instant,
and the feeling that you know that you could have done something to prevent
their death. It was all part of the game. It came with the uniform.
"Permission granted, USS Pearson. Welcome aboard, Lieutenant Commander";
chimed a suprisingly young voice from the other line. Dole wondered about the
last time he'd heard that. It was on Aegis <I'm still on that ship in SFOL>.
That was almost a year ago <more like a month>, but it didn't matter. The
shuttle bay of the Excelsior got larger, and larger, and larger, until the
runabout landed smoothly inside of the massive starship. Dole soon floated
out into his new world. He noticed several Jay-Gee's
and Ensigns working around shuttlebay, and they all stopped and saluted Dole
like he was some sort of an admiral. Dole realized how when he was an ensign
how he'd always salute a Lieutenant Commander or even a Lieutenant like that.
"At ease", Dole murmered in his soft voice. No sooner had he floated into
the turbolift did his comm badge chime with orders to meet with the captain
and executive officer for a meeting of the senior staff. Dole sighed and sent
the turbolift headed towards it's next destination. Dole's time to shine had
come. He was at the top now. Could he manage to stay on top of his life? Only
time would tell.....

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BEGIN DUTY LOG
On my first day on the Excelsior began as we were Scanning a normal looking
anomoly. Booorriing (in Solo's words, "Science scmience. I wanna blow
something up!" I couldnt have put it better myself) Suddenly, a Federation
ship emerged from the anomoly. She was badly damaged and the captain said it
was a new Borg weapon. As Cmdr. Putz said, that could be a serious threat to
the federation. That threat became more severe when a Borg ship emerged from
the anomoly. In the academy I studied the Borg thuroughly
because of my parents death at Wolf 359. I hope next nime we can find some
way to destroy the Borg ship before it reaches and inhabited planets. If this
ship is similar systems-wise to the Borg of out dimension, we might be able
to employ the antimatter burst technique used by the Enterprise.
END LOG

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<<<<<<<<<<Begin Duty Log>>>>>>>>>>>>.
yesterday aboard the USS Hood when it was being pelted by a Borg ship, I
tryed running a compression beam through the phaser banks. It worked. The
Excelsior might be able to use this against the Borg ship that emerged from
the rift.
<<<<<<<<<<<<<<end log>>>>>>>>>>>

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Sunday 9:00PM EST
Keyword: NAGF
Orbital Velocity
USS Excelsior
United Space Federation

Mission Status SD: 9607.14

Last week on the USS Excelsior, we were ordered to investigate a rift in
space. A ship emerged from that rift, the USS Tolstoy. They claimed that
USS Excelsior was one of the first to be destroyed by Borg. We repaired
thier vessel, but before we could send them back, a Borg Ship emerged. The
Federation could not afford an encounter with the Borg, so we flew both the
Tolstoy and Excelsior into the Rift. The Borg did follow! Upon arriving the
Borg destroyed the USS Tolstoy, ourself and a Romulan ship
we met (one of the last ones apparently) both escaped. The Warbird cloaked
and took off. The USS Excelsior engaged it warp bubble drive in order to
escape assimilation. END

This week the mission continues...

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Today we went to a starbase. Docked and I left to help the injured there.
There was a meeting that I soon atteded that was talking about what would
happen if the Borg came back. Then the borg came and every one beamed back to
the Excelsior and then all of the ships injured would come to my sickbay.
Today I was promoted to LtJg. I was very excited. Also I got two possisions.
ACMO and Counselor. Today was a great day except for the borg and the
injured. Out

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::OPEN LOG::

Today the Excelsior entered a station we came upon in the rift. It was
full of all kinds of ships (we're in an alternate universe and the Borg have
almost killed everyone). I was left in command of Excelsior while The Admiral
and most of the crew went to the station. We are now prepairing for a fight
with an approaching Borg vessel.

::END LOG::

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Bridge Science Officer's Duty Log>
Stardate 9607.20>

I noticed a rather large plasma drift on our pre-approach scan. I intend
to do a more comprehensive sensor sweep at my earliest convienence. Along
with the head of the science department LtCdr Christopher Dole, I attended a
rather tense meeting aboard a station where the gravity of our situation was
discussed. The Admiral informed the science department that he was counting
on us for suggestions as to a possible course of action against the Borg. A
station wide red alert was then initiated. We raced
back to the ship. I took my post on the bridge, and we left the station to
engage the Borg...

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First Lieutenant Jay Winger
USS Excelsior NX-2000-B
New Chief Tactical Officer
<<<<OPEN DUTY LOG>>>>
Duty Log. Stardate 9607.21.
Today, in the alternate universe, we prepared for a battle with a Borg
Cubeship. And it was a BIIIIIG Cubeship. It wiped out an armada of
Federation, Klingon, Romulan, Pakled, and other ships. Only 11 remained. We
are now headed for this universe's DS9 to get back up. They have 3
Defiant-class ships (maybe less. Dole wasn't exactly clear) and 5 Dominion
ships showed up to help. Apparently, in this universe, the Borg know
everything about everybody. Except maybe the Hausenite Alliance.* I'll try
and contact them for help.
<<<<CLOSE DUTY LOG>>>>
(*-The Hausenite Alliance is the official name of the Hausenite race's
planets. Gaige Mo-Nai, in the next personal log, is a Hausenite. I made
them up.)

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USS Excelsior NX-2000-B
Sunday 9:00PM EST
Orbital Velocity
Note: We are trapped in an alternate time line... see previous mission status
for more information.

Last time on the USS Excelsior, we had 2 minutes to leave the cloaked
Starbase 342. The Borg were ready to attack. The Starbase was evacuated.
With more than 30 ships from the Klingons, Romulans, Cardassians, Pakleds,
Ferengi, Federation, we were ready to make our stand against the Borg!
Suddenly the borg arrived. The Excelsior along with the others that could
cloak did. Slowly ship by ship our small army od ships was being destroyed.
The Excelsior got caught in the tractor beam of the Borg.
We only had one option.
The USS Excelsior engaged its warp bubble drive to break our ship free.
The ships continued to fall rapidly. In the end the only survivors were the
IKC Hegh'ta, IKC Komerex, RES Avenger, RES Viper, and USS Excelsior. All
ships deployed cloaked to one of the 3 remaining space station facilities
known to us; Deep Space Nine. I have ordered a phase cloaking weapon be
setup on DS9 for a backup plan incase the station is invaded. We are one of
43 ships based at Deep Space 9. Five of those 43 ships
are Dominion vessels who also appear to be on our side.

What will happen this week?

To be continued...

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First Lt. Jay Winger / Officer Wilkens / Officer Argent
USS Excelsior NX-2000-B
Cheif Tactical Officer / Assistant Tactical Officer / Assistant Security
Officer
<<<<OPEN DUTY LOG>>>>
Duty Log. Stardate 9607.28.
Today we prepared the Alternate DS9 and ships for the Borg attack. Two new
officers, Wilkens and Argent, were on hand to help out. I had Hygiel and
Wilkens work on coordinating with the other ships and the station while
Argent went to guard Engineering from a possible Borg invasion. When the
Borg attacked, several ships were destroyed by an explosion when a phase
cloaked DS9 de-cloaked. The Borg ship was not affected. Wilkens was injured
by the shockwave. Then, when we dropped shields to beam
injured from another ship over, the Borg took it upon themselves to beam
into Engineering. Argent intercepted them and got a workout fighting them
hand to hand.
<<<<CLOSE DUTY LOG>>>>

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Ens Jack
Ass't Head of Security
U.S.S. Excelsior


The Excelsior engaged the Borg in battle, with several other ships.
It was my first time in battle on this ship. I am not the only new officer
aboard. Argent and someone else are new too. I am pleased with the way the
battle was conducted. While the ships weapons did the borg little damage, I
am happy to say that the security personnel worked well. The Borg beamed into
engineering, (in my assigned area of responsibility) and Ens Menion, myself,
and several other men from other departments, we
succeeded in containing and killing them all. I had suggested raising
shields in the corridors to inhibit the borgs movement, but Ens Menion
advised against that action, because it would prohibit security movement as
well. I then flushed some of the borg out an airlock, but kept the rest for
study. There was much hand-to-hand combat, and a few serious injuries, but
few fatalities.

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BEGIN DUTY LOG
Covert Ops Manager's log. Leiutenent (JG) Brian Saxton reporting

The Excelsior led an armanda against the Borg vessel today. I beamed over to
a Romulan Warbird along with Ensign Ayden to assist in repair. A severely
damaged warp core caused power fluctuations all accross the board. Eventually
they caused the shields to rise and we couldnt beam back. The Excelsior lead
the cloaked ships, and we shortly followed leading the rest. there was a
massive exlplosion on the bridge killing its command crew. I took the helm
while Ayden took Tactical. We fired everything we has
at that damn ship and did minimal damage. When the shields were finally
down, Ayden and I beamed back to the Excelsior. I killed some borg in hand to
hand combat, and later used my good ol Bat'leth. Ace got promoted. He
deserved it.

END LOG

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Putz: Admiral, since most of the warbird's staff has been killed or
injured critically I would like permission to take the warbird
under our own command.

ABC: Very well, help with repairs and take it over but don't get too power
hungery, do not forget you still answer to me.

Putz: Taps+ Mr. Brian, report to Transporter Room 3 along with the Ensign
under your command.

Brian: Yes, sir.

Putz: ::turns:: Mr. Winger, congratulations you get me Executive Officer
aboard the Warbird. May you live to tell about it. Finish up here
and meet me aboard the ship. ::getting up in concurrence::

Winger: ::grins:: I've always wanted a chance to use Romulan weapons.

Putz: ::cringes as he heres Winger's remark but continues to the TR::

(Later that day aboard the Romulan Warbird...)

::Putz enters the Romulan Sickbay in order to visit the last of the Romulan
officers still alive and coherent::

Korvec: So you are the human officer who tok over OUR ship?!

Putz: I am the human officer who is using your ship to protect the rest of
what is left of the Romulan Empire from destruction.

Korvec: It is completely irrelivantthe fact remains that the humans will
always be inferior to the Romulans. You are not fit to clean this
ship let alone command it.

Putz: Well, unfortunately for you I am too busy saving your life to care
about your opinion

Korvec: ::shouts a couple of Romulan blasphemies before being sedated by a
med tech::

(Later that night on the Romulan Bridge)

:: A tired , weary Putz slumps down in the command seat as all off the Excel
officers assigned to the Warbird are gathered upon the bridge::

Putz: Ensign, please hail the Admiral.

::Admiral ABC appears on the screen::

Putz: Admiral, the ships weaponry is admist being restored as is propulsion.
We should be to full stength before we must next engage the Borg.

ABC: Very well, I will assign additional crew to your ship before that
occasion. Probably when your full propulsion is restored.

Putz: Admiral since this is now a Federation vessel , well sort of anyway, we
would like to rechristen her.

ABC: I suppose that will be okay as long as it is nothing obsence.

Putz: Thank you Admiral. I will keep in contact soon. ::turns to the crew::

Winger: So what are we gonna name her?

Putz: Well, I think I have an idea. Computer transfer all official command to
Commander Jonathan Putz. Change ship to official Starfleet design
and computer protocol.

::voice from behind::

Korvec: I do not think so. ::pulls a disruptor and kills an Ensign::

Putz: ::running over to the Ensign while pulling his own side arm:: Ensign...
::feels pulse::
You killed him!!! You murderous ...! ::charges Korvec::

::Korvec slumps and falls::

Tybalt: Commander there will be no need for that, the Romulan has been well
disposed of. I am Tybalt of Vulcan.

Putz: What? You're Vulcan then what are you doing aboard this vessel.

Tybalt: Ever since Vulcan has been decimated we have hidden among our distant
cousins. I am here willing to serve you in your upcoming battle.

Putz: Very well you are welcome to join us. We could use someone with
expertise with Romulan weaponry to man Tactical. ::turns and shrugs
to Winger::

(The Next Day with many of the crew Standing By)

Putz: As commanding officer of this vessel in standing tradition with the
sprit of the moment I am hard ut to find a word to name this ship
that will battle along side another, different but still the same.
This is a battle for our very right to be human. This ship will fight
battles only truly capatured before in the words of Homer, Tarech,
Quo'Nar... These epics of greatness are merely stories but this ship may
very well be truthfully named the... U.S.S. Legend.

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Ensign Ace
Operation's Manager
USS Excelsior NX 2000-B
Stardate: 9607.29

=/\= Duty Log =/\=

We were still orbiting the Space Station, making much needed repairs to our
warp engines, shields and weaponry. Away Team(s) were assisting other
vessels in making hasty preparations for a rapid departure. The Excelsior
served as the informational hub, relaying data and monitering incoming
traffic. Much of my duties consisted of re-routing resources from one area
of the ship to another, trying to find that balance of serving the needs of
the many.

The Admiral was in continual conferencing with delegates from the Space
Station. The delgates appeared to represent most factions of the Federation
Alliance. I have no details of the discussions that took place. Given the
nature of our recent encounters with the Borg... I would suspect that the
discussions involved high level tactical planning. While the Admiral was
wrapped up trying to talk sense into the various delegates, Commander Putz
had the bridge. While monitering standard EMS long range
sensors... I detected a brief blimp on my moniter. I alerted the Commander
and members of Engineering and Science began reviewing the anomoly.

I believe it is an old Terran expression that trouble comes in pairs. It
held true this day. We were having some difficulty balancing the energy
needs required to maintain our cloaked status and assist the others in their
repairs... when we received a urgent message from a Federation vessel in
distress. Three incoming ships were being pursued by the Borg. Their
Estimated Time of Rendezvous with the Station... 3.5 minutes. The Away Teams
were reluctant to leave their tasks, but I locked on their
signals and beamed them back aboard per the Admiral's orders. We dispatched
a hasty battle plan to the other vessels and prepared to greet the Borg ship.

We were no match for them on this day... in the ensuing volley of weapons we
were blasted way off course. When we regained our composure... scanners
indicated that we were just outside of the Klingon Empire.

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First Lieutenant Jay Winger
USS Excelsior ---> Temporarily assigned to USS Legend
Chief Tactical Officer ---> Executive Officer

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Duty Log. Stardate 9608.04.
Today was my first day as the XO of the USS Legend, a Romulan ship that we
refitted. We went on toward the Deep Space Station K-7. Along the way, the
ship began to have a few problems. I seriously think the warranty on the
Legend ran out on us. Ensign Phaser and I fixed the disruptor coils when
they failed on us. Then SickBay had a few problems. The bedpans began to
overflow on us and the Romulans went berserk. One held a medical technician
hostage and we were forced to transport him to the Brig. I
would have preferred to sedate him my own way. When we arrived at K-7, the
Tacticians and I got together to come up with some weapons to use against the
Borg. Hygiel believes he can construct a bomb filled with protomatter. The
only problem is the protomatter's instability. Hygiel thinks he can work
around that. If the problems on the Legend weren't bad enough, it cloaked
for no reason. Ay-yi-yi-yi-yi....
<<<<CLOSE DUTY LOG>>>>

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PERSONAL LOG

My frist day on the Excelsior was great i came up with some great idea's and
so did my C.O.
Ens hyeil, i think we make a great team.

DUTY LOG
I LIKE MY POST, BUT I WOULD LIKE TO GET MORE INVOLVE

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:: Jonathan Putz enteres the bridge of his ship wearing an extra, blackened
pip indicating the temporary rank of Brevet Captain::

Putz: taps+ I request a meeting of all senior Legend staff at 0800 which is
actually fifteen minutes ago so I suggest you hurry up::smiles grimly at his
own bad joke and moves to the Romulan decored Observation Lounge::

:Crewmembers slowly enter the Observation Lounge but all are proceeded by
First Lt Winger::

Putz: Jay how is the work going on the anti Borg weaponry?

Winger:Its going well we are working on a project involved with Protomatter.

Putz: Alright I expect a report on both the Admiral's desk and mine as well
before 1400 hours.

Winger: Alright, and Jonathan nice pip where did you get it.

Putz: Well I sort of took it myself since I do technically have the rank of
Brevet Captain for as long as I remain in command here.

Winger: You really are full of yourself aren't you? ::grins::

Putz: Well, yeah but I have a practical purpose for this. If we go into
battle I will probably have command of a portion of the squadron and I ned at
least equal footing with a Captain's rank to have proper authority.... and I
like the extra pip::grins evilly::

::about this time the rest of the staff walk in::

Putz: ::sits down with Winger next to him:: Gentlemen we are to be prepared
for battle soon and Ensign Jo'Mal has found something interesting when we
investigated the automatic cloaking of the Legend. Ensign... ::points to a
nervous looking young Tulasian::

Jo'Mal: ::presses a button on the scren:: Sirs, yesterday, as a Engineering
Tech team was finishing some Federation conversions to the Legend we
discovered a Romulan-like archive but it also had some Vulcan, Terran,
Klingon, and strangely enough Ferengi aspects. We opened it up and it
appeared to begin making changes to the computer system. This triggered the
partial cloak we achieved but it opened systems on decks we had thought
empty. Unfortunately we had to shut down the program while waiting for your
approval Captain and we must find a crucial part of the program is missing.
It appears to be a clear brake in code which leads us to believe that this is
a security precaution. The remainder of the code is most likely located
somewhere in this ship's computer.

Putz: Alright I want you to work on this. Brian, you and Mr. Ayden, when he
is feeling better get to work as well. Any speculation as to the nature of
this program?

Pep: Well, Captain since the program intiated the cloaking progam and we know
the allies have been working collectivly on a way of fighting the Borg this
may be some kind of defense program.

Winger: Sir, I agree, I think it may be secured to keep the Borg from being
able to take the technology we have produced. It must be something pretty
strong...

Brian: Prehaps the station's commander has some inforation on where you may
find the other portion of the program. I still believe that it is somewhere
aboard though.

Putz: Understood, I will get in contact with K-7's Commanding Officer.
Meanwhile I want this ship checked from fore deck to aft mainstay till this
program is found. If we are going to battle with the Borg we are going to
have every advantage possible.

<TBC-BTW no one else aboard is allowed to premote themselves. In fact Im not
even sure if the Admiral will allow it. Besides I made up this rank even
though it is real in the actual Navy>

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Duty Log - For Stardate 9608.4

::walks into quarters dragging feet::

Computer, open new log, title: Duty Log, stardate 9608.4.

::computer signals the confirmation beep:: <Computer> Log open

The new Romulan ship, aka the Legend, under command by our own Commander Putz
began its first day into history. Meanwhile, on the Excelsior, I had
problems raising power to certain systems so the Admiral sent Ensign Jack and
a civilian to help. Without their help, I would have never gotten that power
up. The transporters suffered some minor damage due to plasmic pulses.
Nothing major, they were still operational. The Admiral wanted to know if
there was a way to use the warp bubble drive as a weapon.
Thinking it over, I came up with the thought of re-routing warp bubble
frequencies to the main deflector conduits, which would be like a phaser
blast large enought to destroy a fairly large asteroid. I thought that we
might need the warp bubble later on, so I directed power from conduit 4,
leaving 2 conduits of warp bubble power open, to conduit 8 of the photon
torpedo modulators. We docked with K-7 and had a temporary shore leave.
::yawns:: Now we just await the battle.

::turns to the bed and stares at it::

Computer, close log.

::computer signals the confirmation beep:: <Computer> Log closed.

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Ens Jack
Ass't Head of Security
U.S.S. Excelsior

SD:9608.4

We are currently enroute to STB K-7. It is, I am told, Fairly large,
and supposedlyable to withstand a Borg attack. I doubt anything is. My Father
died trying to see if Starfleet was, and I should suppose he might frown on
his last son going in the same manner.

I did some finishing work on the voice activated security field routing;
only crew members can lower them, and only if you have a comm signal within 1
metere of you. If we do get boarded again, I hope that this will slow the
bastards.

<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<=/\=End Log=/\=>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

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open logs!!!!!!!!!!!

I RALLY DO MUCH!!!!!!!!! SORRY!!!!!!!

CLOSE LOG!!!!!!!!!

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Duty Log - Stardate 9608.11

::walks into quarters with sore hand::
::turns to computer and blurts out "computer, open log titled Duty Log
9608.11"::
::computer beeps:: <Computer> Log open

I had a rough day. First of all, I didn't have anyone in Engineering.
Second of all, mass confusion. I wanted to make sure there was no possible
hiding place for the Borg. I asked for someone to meet me in Stellar
Cartography, but by the time the confusion was figured out, it was too late.
We had already arrived at our destination. The Admiral, a few other crew
members, and I beamed down to the surface to prepare the people of that
planet for an upcoming attack by the Borg. I was ordered to
configure the power systems to match those of the remaining ships. I got
that done in a snap, but shortly after, the power cut. It was like the Borg
was sending some sort of transmission jamming signal. With no time left I
was ordered to beam back to the Excel. The Admiral stayed on the surface to
attempt to regain power. He got the power up, we beamed him out of there
just before the borg destroyed the entire planet. The Legend reported a warp
core breech so we beamed them out of there.
::whispering:: Cheap Romulan ships...aye. We managed to destroy the Borg
vessel, but shortly after, another one popped up and fired at us.

::turns to the computer and sighs:: Close log.
::computer beeps:: <Computer> Log closed

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Lt. Commander Jay Winger
USS Excelsior --> Temporarily assigned to USS Legend
CTO --> XO
<<<<OPEN DUTY LOG>>>>
Duty log. Stardate 9608.11.
Today the Excelsior and the Legend set course for Aldea, where they had a
weapon that could be put to use against the Borg. I informed Gaige Mo-Nai in
the Xevani Hausenite Fleet to simply keep an eye out for the Borg. They
obviously noticed nothing, since we were attacked by the Borg around Aldea.
They attacked the Legend and we were forced to evacuate the refitted Romulan
ship when we experienced a warp core breach. The Legend did manage to damage
one Borg ship in the explosion. Then the Borg
invaded the Excelsior. I managed to take out one Borg and was starting on
another when it zapped me. I got a bad burn but managed to take out my
attacker. I made my way towards SickBay and met Bower and the way there. He
examined me and beamed me to SB. He has not informed me of the extent of the
damage done by the Borg, but I hope it is not serious. BTW, I finally got
promoted to lieutenant commander!!
<<<<CLOSE DUTY LOG>>>>

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BEGIN DUTY LOG
I arrived on the bridge after my brief leave-of-absence. Somehow, I
managed to find the Excelsior, even though they were in an alternate universe
or something (I'll have to ask the writers how that worked). We and the
Legend were at space station K-7, trying to prepare for the Borg.
Amidst my objections, the Admiral beamed to the planet with two crewmen
to help them prepare for this attack, as well. I hope they fare better than
we did.
One of their rubiks appeared, and before long had destroyed the Legend.
We managed to beam everyone back before the ship exploded. Fortunately, in
the explosion, that Borg ship was destroyed. Unfortunately, another rubik
was on its tail, and picked up the battle with no thought for their thousands
of dead comrades.
In the mean time, everyone but the Admiral beamed back, and so did
several Borg. We killed some of them, and managed to take a few live
prisoners as well. I'm looking forward to "inspecting" some of these
borgies. A blast from the planet, thanks to the away team, sent us 3 days
away from K-7. The Admiral informed us that the station was destroyed,
though, so there was nothing to go back to.
We are on our way to the planet to pick up the Admiral. I hope he is
okay.
END DUTY LOG

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Computer, begin personal log stardate 081896.

I can definitely feel the loss of energy after not going to the gym for 4
weeks. We've just been so busy with this whole "Borg Thing" that any kind of
recreation is impossible. One good thing is that this mission will end soon
and personal time will once again be personal time. I'm getting tired of this
alternate universe and can't help but to wonder if we even belonged there.
After all, it has no bearing on the real universe whatsoever. So if our own
universe was in danger, we weren't there to help. In
other words, our fighting and effort here ould have put our own universe in
jeopardy. Lets hope everything's ok. I miss my beach house in Los Angeles
terribly. The morning walks on the white sand with the waves just touching my
feet while drinking a cup of freshly ground hazelnut coffee are what I miss
the most. We made it through the rift without incident and it feels good to
be home.

Computer, end personal log

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After arriving back at Aldea, we found some debris which we mistook for the
planet itself. It suddenly appeared before us, and the Admiral appeared on
the Comm channel. We beamed him aboard and cloaked the ship. The Admiral then
asked for plans to return us to our own universe, I offered one, it was
accepted, and we're now on our way back to the point at which we entered this
alternate universe. The admiral frequently made references to not feeling
well, and things not being as they should. We arrived at
the rift and passed through to our own universe, and are now on course for
DS9.

MY NEW SCREEN NAME IS Lt Gains

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::still in engineering, Worf turns to the computer::

Computer, open log from quarter number 12A33 on deck 5. Clearence Worf
74632548 alpha 563.

<Computer> Code accepted. Transferring log to quarter number 12A33 deck 5.

The warp core has been acting up a little. I told Ensign Jueves to monitor
it. He was later called for another assignment, so I took his place.
Suddenly there was a flash, and a conduit went dead. I replaced it as soon
as I could. We arrived at our rendezvous point shortly after, to retrieve
the Admiral. To my understanding, we've been holding a few Borg in a holding
cell. Lieutenant Bower wanted me to escort a Borg to sickbay, but I was
under strict orders from the Admiral to try to find a way
back to our own..."time zone." So I did a site to site transport.
Suddenly, just as I looked out the window, a worm hole, large enough for the
ship to fit through, popped up. I notified the Bridge, and sure enough, just
about the only wau to get home, we flew through it. Seconds later, we were
back in our own "time zone." I know we weren't in hell, but I couldn't
imagine hell being much worse. At least we're back.

::turns to computer:: Close log

<Computer> Log closed.

::exits engineering, locks the door, and dashes for the TL::

Deck 5.

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Computer : Begin log.
:: Computer beeps ::

Duty log stardate 9608.18. On my first assignment aboard the USS Excelsior,
we encountered the Borg in an alternate universe. I, as being an engineering
officer, had to help keep the ship in maximum operating conditions, but found
a lack of my assistance being required. We were lucky that we found a
wormhole and got back into our own universe.

Computer : End log.
<Computer beeps>

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Lieutenant jr. grade Bower
USS Excelsior
Chief Medical Officer

::Opens Log::

duty log stardate 9608.04
Today went pretty slow until I joined LtjgDoctor in the sicbay on the USS
Legend, some romulan ship we refited. there was a romulan there that went
into cardiack arrest. When he came to he started getting sick and took
several of us hostage, including me. someone finaly transported him to the
brig, and I went back to the Excelsior where someone was haveing trouble with
some bedpans (hay aren't we in the 25th century here). We are finaly at deap
space K-7. there where a lot of people I have never
seen befor I might try to get aquanted. :)

::closes log::

ps everyone send me all the soundes they got in wav form please

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::opens log:: duty log stardate 9607.28 I got back in the middle of an
attack by the borg. I am vary confused because of everything that i missed
while i was gone.

::closes Log::

PS chase is not a known user

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::Opens duty log::

Duty log stardate 9608.18

I took care of LtCdWingers burns (I thought I had taken care of them after
the sim last week.) and sent him back to duty. After that I did an autopsey
on the two borg. We rondiviewed with the captian and he was beamed directly
to me and I took care of him. During my examination I found a micro chip of
some kind and sent it to enginering so it could be examended. LtjrgWorf
found away to get us home! Thank you Mr. Worf

::closes log::

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Duty Log
Lieutenant (jg) Ace
Operations Manager
USS Excelsior NX-2000b

Stardate: 9608.19

Our mission is complete. I had my doubts that we would be able to return to
*our* time, but I am happy to have been proven wrong. Although we have
arrived safely, the price was very high. Among the count of missing in
action are 50 crew members that were onboard the USS Legend, when a Borg Ship
attacked. I was unable to retain their signatures when the *explosion*
knocked us lightyears from our previous coordinates. By the time we had
gathered our wits, we had lost contact with the Admiral... and
25% of the crewmembers of the Legend.

The Admiral had remained on Aldea, when the rest of the Away Team was beamed
back to the Excelsior. I attempted to lock onto the Admiral when we were
attacked by Borg... but the need to transport the crew from the Legend, took
priority status. They fell in the line of duty... as true warriors should.

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Rear Admiral Mondox ordered us to return to Aldea at best speed. We had
received an emergency dispatch from Aldea, but I believe that Mondox was
concerned with retreiving the Admiral. When we dropped out of lightspeed, we
encountered massive debris and particulate emission... but, no Aldea.
Apparently the blast that sent us 30 hours away, totally obliterated the
planet and the attacking Borg.

Manuevering through the debris was difficult. We needed to run scans to
identify any and all organic material... and most importantly, to locate the
Admiral. Shields needed to be kept to a minimum. In the end it was the
Admiral that found us. Communicating through an open frequency, he informed
Mondox that he was injured, but mobile. I locked onto his coordinates and we
beamed him back onboard. Our orders were to find our way home.

Since my services at Operations were not required, I assumed my secondary
post in Medical. Our orders were to retrieve essential data from the captive
Borg, using whatever means necessary. I prepped one of the *deceased* Borg
for dissection. As I was making my preliminary vivsection, the Admiral walked
in. He had sustained some injuries during the *explosion*. The Chief
Medical Officer told the Admiral to heal himself... I was taken aback, until
Lieutenant (jg) Bower informed me that the Admiral was
a shape-shifter.

The Doc used... some unusual techniques to induce the Admiral to shape-shift.
When he did, a probe of some kind popped out of his arm and skidded across
the floor. I rushed over and contained it... it appeared to be some form of
an isolinear relay chip. Obviously, when the Borg shot the Admiral, they
were attempting to slow him down and assimilate him. I am looking forward to
working on the chip. I believe that we have in our hands, the secret to
unlocking the *Collectives* assimiliation powers.

On a final note... I received a promotion. It is good to be home.

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:::::Leaves holodeck after a game of basketball :::::::::

"i knew i could take michael jordan on!!!!!!!"

::::::::returns to his Quarters::::::::::

Johathan:computer open duty logs

Computer:duty logs are open

Weapons Specialist log 9608.19
Weapons are working to the fullest,but iam trying to speed up the ships
phaser time as well as ramdomy change the frequency band every time we fire

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We are making our way home, and after examining several news messages
retrieved from antennae arrays, it seems that our actions in the alternate
universe had no bearing whatsoever in our own universe. I am looking forward
to getting back to my house in Los Angeles and walking on the beach. The helm
is answering perfectly, mostly due to my upgrades of the ODN conduits at my
station.

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Personal Log LtJgPhaser Speaking

Eventhough I missed last nights sim I managed to get some info From Mr Data34
and according to him the crew got home I am on Shore leave and I'm returning
to the Excel. by runabout and should Rondevouze with it at on starDate
9608.25 so I have no Duty log do to shore leave>

*END LOG*

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Monday 9608.19

I finished running the new ODN conduit to the navigational deflector array
and

everything checks out perfectly. The response from the helm station should
have

an increase in response rate of 6 percent.

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Monday 9608.19

On my way back to my quarters, I got a call from a crewman stating that the
navigational deflector wasn't functioning. After investigating, I found that
I simply had not turned it back on after installing my new ODN conduit.

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Monday 9608.19

On my way back to my quarters, I got a call from a crewman who said that the
navigational deflector was offline. After investigating, I realized that I
simply hadn't turned it back on after installing my new ODN conduit.

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Monday 9608.19

I am attempting to write a new procedure that will automatically post my duty
and personal logs. I feel that if I can just launch this simple program, type
my logs in the spaces provided, hit "POST LOGS" and have my program launch
AOL, log in, go to the right boards, post the logs, and sign off that I'll be
more inticed to post logs more frequently.

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BEGIN LOG
Lieutenant (junior grade) Banko Hygiel
Assistant Tactical Chief
USS Excelsior NX-2000-B

We are back to our own dimension. And it is back to basics.

Need update on Dominion Activities and any new Jem' Hadar technology or
tactics.

Need to add some more things on the Resupply list including the following:

1000 QUANTUM TORPEDOES with Class Seven Improved Armor-Piercing Casing
5 TRI-COBALT MISSILES
ABLATIVE ARMOR for All shuttlecrafts and runabouts.
AND anything else, I forgot.

Oh, also need to apologize to the Rear Admiral Mondox.
I should not let my personal life interfer with my duties.
I am sorry.

As for the rest of The Tactical Department. EnsMegaC has yet to report in.
I must discuss the matter with LCmdr Winger.

Welcome, we are heading for DS9.
Looking forward to seeing LCmdr Dax again.

ENG LOG

Peace, until the next life
Hygiel

=/\=

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Monday 9608.19

This is a test.

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Monday 9608.19

Test and test again.

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Monday 9608.19

Test again, yup.

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Monday 9608.19

Test6

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Monday 9608.19

Test8

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Monday 9608.19

Test 10

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Monday 9608.19

Test 12

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Monday 9608.19

Test 15

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Monday 9608.19

Tet 17

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Monday 9608.19

Test 19

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Monday 9608.19

Test 21

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Monday 9608.19

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Tuesday 9608.20

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Tuesday 9608.20

Test 33

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Tuesday 9608.20

Test 35

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Tuesday 9608.20

Test 37

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Tuesday 9608.20

Test 39

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Tuesday 9608.20

Test 41

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Tuesday 9608.20

Test 43

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Tuesday 9608.20

Test 45

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Tuesday 9608.20

Test 45

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Tuesday 9608.20

Test 47

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Tuesday 9608.20

Test 50

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Tuesday 9608.20

Test 53

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Tuesday 9608.20

Test 55

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Tuesday 9608.20

I think this is the one!

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Tuesday 9608.20

Of course, I HAVE been known to be wrong about once every generation.

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Tuesday 9608.20

Nothing new to report today. The new ODN conduit installed last night is
working perfectly.

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Tuesday 9608.20

Just one more test

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::Enters Quarters::
Computer open log stardate 9608.21
::computer opens log::
Well I am bushed, my duties require me too be in transporter room 01 for I am
the Transporter chief but with me being the only security person on duty
during the SIMS I am troubled. It is only my second week out of the academy
and I am unexperienced and I heve the load of 2 crew members. Not complaining
though! Well I went to the transporter room late and I witnessed 2 crew
members get promoted I hope that is me soon!
End log.
::computer closes log::

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Lt. Cmdr. Jay Winger
USS Excelsior NX-2000-B
Chief Tactical Officer
<<<<OPEN DUTY LOG>>>>
Duty log. Stardate 9608.18.
Today we returned to the Aldean system to find out what happened to the
Admiral. We found a field of debris waiting for us. We were worried at
first, but we found that Aldea was cloaked. The Admiral was safe. He beamed
back and we headed for the rift which brought us here. We got through. Now
we are in our own universe. The Admiral went to SickBay and had a Borg
isolinear chip "removed" from his arm. The plot, as they say, thickens.
<<<<CLOSE DUTY LOG>>>>

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BEGIN DUTY LOG
We were on our way to the planet Aldea to pick up the Admiral, who had
stayed down there. There was, thankfully, no sign of any borg, but when we
got to the location of the planet, there was nothing but debris. Of course,
our first assumption was that the planet had been destroyed. However, we
scanned the debris and found no organic material, so either all people
escaped the destruction, or maybe the planet wasn't destroyed. I was
convinced we were just at the wrong location, and perhaps the
battles with the Borg had messed up our navigation system.
Before there was too much time to panic, the planet "decloaked,"
indicating how they had escaped the attack on the Borg. The Admiral
responded, and beamed back aboard. Our next item of business was to get the
hell back to our own dimension. Gains recommended we return to the sight of
the rift and use a gravitational beam to heighten the space/time/dimensional
split or whatever it was that got us here in the first place. I assigned
tactical on full alert to watch for more Borg, and all other
personnell to Engineering to assist in the process.
Sadly, the Admiral was not feeling well. He reported to sick bay, where
he was complaining about a problem with his arm. The good doctor discovered
some kind of implant in his arm, and was considering the possibility of
amputation. The Admiral then "morphed" or "shape-shifted" or whatever the
"PC" way of saying that is, and the implant popped out. When the Admiral
returned to his own form, he felt completely better, last report.
In the mean time, we had reached the rift. There was some concern that
it had closed so that was too small for our ship to fit through. However, in
the capable hands of the crew, we were able to make it back to our own time.
Time scanning confirmed it, and the crew rejoiced.
END DUTY LOG

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Wednesday 9608.21

I am in the middle of rewriting several procedures in an effort to speed up
response time, such as a voice-activated conn system. It is programmed to
recognize keywords such as "Set Course" or "Take us to", and automatically
lays the course in for me instantly. This particular procedure will be useful
in cases of emergency, where we need to escape danger. Rather than me having
to input the course after I'm told what it is, all I have to do is double
check the course that was automatically laid in and
then just press the "Engage" button.

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Thursday 9608.22

We crossed paths with the USS Jaggerman today. After brief contact, we
learned that it is Admiral Brady's 50th birthday soon, and there will be a
large party on earth at Headquarters. The Captain had me increase speed to
warp 7 in order to give us all plenty of time to get settled in beforehand.

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Friday 9608.23

Business as usual today. As I sit at my post on the bridge, doing nothing
except when and if it becomes necessary to change course, I can't help but
think of how I feel I could be so much more useful to the ship.

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Sunday 9608.25

We managed to rescue several hostages on DS9, but SOMEONE got away. I'm
looking forward to finding out who this person is. I repaired the warp drive
and provided the means for the rescue of the hostages. I was able to act as
first officer as the Captain and First Officer were both on the away teams
rescuing the hostages. Things have calmed down.

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COMPUTER OPEN LOG
TODAY WE BEAMED TO DS9 TO REUSE HOSTOGE,IT WAS SUSSESFUL AND,IAM ALMOST DONE
WITH THE PHEARS SPEED UP TIME

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Subj: Re:USS EXCELSIOR Briefings/Log
Date: 96-08-25 22:11:37 EDT
From: EnsMcM

COMPUTER OPEN LOG
TODAY WE BEAMED TO DS9 TO REUSE HOSTOGE,IT WAS SUSSESFUL AND,IAM ALMOST DONE
WITH THE PHEARS SPEED UP TIME

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LtJg's log Asst. Engineer speaking

Today I finally got back from shore leave and work my nickname off but did
all most I also got to go on my first AT misson on DS9 that's really all I
have to say about my duty log

*close log*

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A legend, a myth, words often used to describe the man whom is known as
Phallon Tec. We use the term man in a tentative term because he may be a she
we do not know. Phallon Tec, a Cardassian term, meaning, simply, one of
nothingness. Here in lies stories some purportedly truthful in context,
others so wildly outlandish they could only be shadows of the imagination.
Phallon Tec, a supposed myth of the criminal world. criminals throughout the
universe tell stories of him to their children to keep them behaving.
Accordining to any respectable opinion he is nothing more than bar room talk
of common thugs. An assassin, a robber, a bodyguard, anything...

It is so told for a partiuclar price he can be hired. Never directly,
through various anonymous sources, fake entitlements, and methods unknown.
Certain jobs that have been attributed to him are the assassination of
President Merek, the robbery of the collective plans of the Tal Shiar and
Obsidian Order invasion and attack on the Founders, and, so it is told, that
he claims the possession of the dreaded weapon, Tox Uthat, thought to have
been destroyed.

He has no passion, no want for destruction, no hatred of anybody or
anything just an unwavering devotion to whomever has hired him at that time.
Few people have seen his face and lived to tell about. Those who have, well,
it is only out of his probable need for that person at some distant point in
the future. Cold, calculating, and more dangerous than even a true enemy...
This is cause for fear and some people think this is his greatest triumph.
However, the greatest trick the one of nothingness has ever pulled was
convincing the universe that he did not exist...

<TBC, most definitively:)>

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Duty Log Stardate 9608.25
Lieutenant Ace
Operations Manager
USS Excelsior NX 2000-b

What should have been a routine docking and shore leave, turned into a comedy
of errors. Apparently, while enroute to DS9 some of our navigational systems
experienced discrepencies... the Helm thought we were establishing orbit
around Terra in the Sol System. Thank Drago... no injuries occurred.

As soon as Docking manuevers had been accomplished, we received a
communication from the Station. All Command personnel were being held
captive in one of the large conference halls. Three away teams were
dispatched. Our mission was twofold; to rescue the captives from their
imprisonment and to apprehend the perpetrater.

Lieutenants (jg) Worf and Bower, Ensign Jack and myself, accompanied
Commander Putz to the Station. We encountered no immediate resistence, until
I bumped into a forcefield. Attempts at disarming the forcefield were
ineffective. Commander Putz located the control panel and disarmed it. Such
a simple and effective solution.

While investigating, the Commander was incapacitated by an intruder. This
intruder was clothed in purple garb and carried a black box... Lieutenant
Worf and I persued the assailant, while Bower and Jack rendered aid to the
Commander.

At one point I thought that we had the man in purple in our grasp. He had
ducked into a shuttlecraft and was attempting to disengage the docking
clamps. I attempted to discourage this by locking the docking protocals on
the main console. I failed and the purpleman escaped.

During a debriefing on the subject, I have since learned that the Excelsior
locked a transporter beam on the fleeing shuttlecraft. They were able to
retain the blackbox that the man in purple carried.

Commander Putz seems to know this man in purple. He called him... Phallon
Tec. I will be most interested in learning the contents of this black box.

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::walks into quarters::

::sigh:: Computer, open Personal Log 9608.25.
<Computer> Log open

The Admiral was trapped in his quarters (actually there was a power failure
around his house...S' what I heard). Mr. Data reported he needed some help in
the aft starboard shield generation room. I got there...it seemed almost
like a power failure that slipped by our detection units. I don't know how
it happened. We arrived at DS9 and recieved some sort of distress call.
Something about hostages. Soon after, Commander Putz ordered me and a few
other crew members for an away team to search for a
Phallon Tec. I've never heard of him. The last time he was seen, he was
holding a black box. The search begins...

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=/\=

Lieutenant Banko Hygiel
Assistant Tactical Chief
USS Excelsior NX-2000-B
Stardate: 9608.28.2

<<<OPEN LOG>>>

Just recieved the tactical log for Commander Winger. I am pretty disturbed
by the "Little Black Box." If Phallon Tec truly has the infamous Tox Uthat
then the galaxy is in trouble.
According to my research, the Tox Uthat is a weapon of unbelievable
destructive power. The Tox Uthat is quantum phase inhibitor capable of
halting all nuclear reactions within a star. The Tox Uthat is a palm-size
device and can easily fit in the mysterious "Little Black Box."
If we now have the Tox Uthat then half the galaxy will hunt us down to
destroy it and the other half want to possess it.
May heaven have mercy on our souls.

<<<END LOG>>>

Peace, until the next life
Hygiel

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Lt. Cmdr. Jay Winger
USS Excelsior
CTO
<<<<OPEN LOG>>>>
Duty Log. Stardate 9608.25.
Today we arrived at Station Deep Space Nine. We knew something was wrong
when the station contacted us. Apparently, most of the people on DS9 had
been trapped in a lounge. We were forced to do a rescue mission. Putz, our
new XO Knight, and I formed away teams and went over to the station. We
encountered little resistence, aside from a force field and a man dressed in
purple named "Phallon Tec." He attacked me before running off. My team
members did well, despite the fact that I was often
preoccupied with another problem. Brelok seems to know something about what
happened. A sixth sense almost. Data got impatient, as did Phaser. I must
apologize to them for ignoring them accidentally. Phallon Tec got away, but
we did manage to obtain what he was stealing. We haven't found out what it
is yet.
<<<<CLOSE LOG>>>>

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Ens. Rann Brelok
Duty Log
9608.25

My first assignment was somewhat unusual. Having reported to the bridge,
expecting to find the Admiral at the com, there was considerable confusion on
deck.
Cmdr. Putz was attempting to retreive whatever order may have been before my
arrival and establish who was the CO. I did not expect to find such chaos on
the bridge of the federation flag ship. To his credit, Cmdr. Putz did manage
to get things under control.

Counselor's Note: The stress levels experienced by Cmdr. Putz were extremely
high
though his performance was comendable considering
the situation.
I did sense that the stress experienced was NOT
beneficial to his
health. This same stress was also most likely
present before the
extrenuous circumstance of the date in question
caused it to
elavate to dangerous levels, indicating that there
is a pre-existing
circumstance acting as a "mental time bomb," as an
old research
collegue would say. It is my formal recomendation
that:
(a) Cmdr. Putz report to sick bay for a
complete physiological
work up to determine the affects this
stress is currently
having on his physical performance.
(b) Cmdr. Putz arrange an appt. with me for
evaluation at his
earliest convenience.

Once order was established, XOKnight assumed command. His transition into
the position was smooth and orderly. I sensed no unusual stress or angst on
his part.
These are clearly signs one finds in a natural leader. His performance was
to be commended.

In addition, Cmdr. Winger performed at optimal as well. The remaining
officers handled themselves to standard with the exception of a lapse of
discipline on the part of some Ens.' and Ltnt.s. These issues can be
explored in more detail when I perform crew evaluations.

Once our mission was established, I was again taken off guard to be placed on
an away team. As this is not unheard of I continued without comment, though
I assumed that my skills would have been better utilized had I remained on
board and evaluated empathic responces. I was wrong. First rule in officer
training, never second guess your CO, which is very difficult when your
position requires that as part of your standing orders. Had I not gone, I
would not have detected residual emotional
energy on force field componants that Ens. Data was working on.

Now to place this discovery into context of the following events.

I will not repeat the obvious chain of events that occured on our mission as
these are well documented elsewhere. But I will mention that the entity
dressed in purple that we encountered was quite atypical in empathic
responce. Unlike most humanoid species, this subject did not register to my
empathic sense; in other words, I did not receive empathic signals nor did I
experience an obvious lack of such signals as one would experience with a
vulcan or a shielded mind. There was simply, nothing. I
could attribute the same kind of responce to a lower grade holo image. But
for now, knowing from other's discriptions of these events that this is not
necessarily accurate, I will withhold drawing any direct conclusions.

Understanding the above, that leaves the residual emotional prints that I
encountered on the forcefield componants. An empathic responce identical to
that print was also experienced once the mission was completed. This I
reported to LtCd Winger . If asked to identify this second responce in
reference to the first, I would say that both came from the same entity.
Continued...

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The only difference being that the second was decidedly "farther away" though
in real time (unlike the first) and the driving componant was RAGE. And not
very controlled rage at that. To give any further information on this
subject would require a second encounter.

*end log*

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Computer, begin duty log.
::Computer beeps::

What was supposed to be routine leave and repairs, turned out to be a very
confusing situation. We arrived at DS9 to find that the main power was
knocked out, all the passengers and crew locked in the lounge, and a
mysterious person who fled at the very site of our away teams carrying a
little black box. We recovered the black box, but the person got away.

Computer, end log.
::Computer beeps::

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@::beams up to ship:: ~:SHIMMER:~

@::arives in TR1:: :~UNSHIMMER~:

@::walks to a TL:: deck 10 ::arives at deck 10 walks to sicbay::

@::enters sicbay sits at his desk and opens log:: ~~computer...~~ opps I
forgot. Computer open duty log

Duty log
SD 9608.25

The SiM started very badly today USFABC1701 didn't show up FCptKnight and
CdrPutz had a hard time getting it going. When we finally got the sim going
we docked at DS9. It was going to be a rutean shour leave while the
Excelsior got the repars she baddly needed. Unfortunatly we recived a
message from Mr. Breshnev saying that most of the crew was stuck in the
loung, so we had to begin a rescue mission. While we where on our way to
rescue the people that where traped we ran into someone looked like the
mythical Phallon Tec. This Phallon Tec was carrying a black box which "he"
was trying to steal. We got the box back but Phallon Tec got away in a
Runabout.

computer end log

Computer beeps in achnoladgement

::leaves sicbay walks tword quarters enters quarters::

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Phallon Tec beamed aboard the Excel and just about took over the ship. He
uploaded a nasty virus that nearly killed Commander Putz. Then he
transferred all comands to the Battle Bridge. Which, at the time, all the
power was cut, all but life support, in an attempt to get rid of the virus.
I thought it was the box. It's almost like a "Q" that went wrong. Emergency
power was still running in engineering, so I had Data raise the air pressure
in the BB to 83 KPS. It should have knocked him out, but it
had no effect. Several attempts to raise the power failed. There was even
a small radiation leak leak on deck 38. The EPS taps went nuts on just about
all decks. So there was one shot left. Restoring the Protected Orginal
Programming Systems. After we did that, Tec made an attempt to flee the
ship. Lieutenant Commander Winger encountered him, but Tec vanished into
thin air, or should I say "space."

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COMPUTER OPEN DUTY LOG

:::::::::::=/\=LOG OPEN::::::::::::

I HAVE CONTINED MY WORK ON THE PHASER, BUT WHEN THE PHASER WENT DOWN TODAY I
THINK IT WAS MY FAULT,I THINK I TRYED TO PUT TO MUCH POWER IN TO THEM,BUT IF
I EVENLY SPERATER THE BETWEEN THE PHASER AND THE TORPETOS THE
UP GRADE JUST MIGHT WORK

CLOSE LOG

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=/\=

Lieutenant (Junior Grade) Banko Hygiel
Assistant Tactical Chief
USS Excelsior NX-2000-B
Stardate: 9609.01 (4)

::Hygiel returns to his quarters from sickbay::
::He nurses his wound and his ego::
::Feeds his cat and begins his log::

<<BEGIN LOG>>

I begin my tour at the Ops Station because Lt. Ace was in Sickbay with a rare
case of Laborous Dayous Diease. After vacuuming the his dog hairs from the
seat, we set course to pursue the Cardassian, Phallon Tec. The ops stations
was acting a little sluggish before we entered the wormhole.

Once through the wormhole, we recieved a transmission from Phallon Tec daring
us to catch him. We traced the transmission to Sector 330. g and I set an
intercept course to the sector.

When we arrived, we detected no other vessels in the Sector and down in
Engineering, Mr. Worf and his crew were trying to open the mysterious black
box.
Before they open it, the Entire ship went haywire.

A Romulan Warbird decloaked and attacked. Minor damage to secondary hull.
The Warbird morphed into Phallon Tec's shuttlecraft.

Suddenly my console sparked and smoked. I recieved minor burns from
resulting explosions.

Then the vile Cardassian appeared on the Brigde and with superhuman strength,
he threw Lt. Brian across the like a ragdoll.

I fired my phaser at him only to see the beam pass right through him.
Tec attacked Commander Putz and then disappeared,again.

Phallon Tec reappeared in the Battle Bridge and assuming control of the
Excelsior.

I ran from my post toward the battle brigde. I quickly decided to surprise
Phallon Tec by sneaking through the Jeffries Tubes to The Battle Bridge.

Commander Winger and Lt. Brian join me in the Jeffries Tubes as the rest of
the crew dealt with Phallon Tec's computer virus.

The Tubes were block off by a series of Class 3 force fields. We used our
phasers to overload the force fields until we reached the Battle Bridge.

Phallon Tec disappeared again. Once we regain control of the Battle Bridge,
Mr. Worf and his team purge the ship of the computer virus.

But, we lost Phallon Tec, again.

<<END LOG>>

Peace, until the next life
Hygiel

=/\=

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=/\=

Lieutenant (Junior Grade) Banko Hygiel
Assistant Tactical Chief
USS Excelsior NX-2000-B
Stardate: 9609.01 (4)

::Hygiel returns to his quarters from sickbay::
::He nurses his wound and his ego::
::Feeds his cat and begins his log::

<<BEGIN LOG>>

I begin my tour at the Ops Station because Lt. Ace was in Sickbay with a rare
case of Laborous Dayous Diease. After vacuuming the his dog hairs from the
seat, we set course to pursue the Cardassian, Phallon Tec. The ops stations
was acting a little sluggish before we entered the wormhole.

Once through the wormhole, we recieved a transmission from Phallon Tec daring
us to catch him. We traced the transmission to Sector 330. g and I set an
intercept course to the sector.

When we arrived, we detected no other vessels in the Sector and down in
Engineering, Mr. Worf and his crew were trying to open the mysterious black
box.
Before they open it, the Entire ship went haywire.

A Romulan Warbird decloaked and attacked. Minor damage to secondary hull.
The Warbird morphed into Phallon Tec's shuttlecraft.

Suddenly my console sparked and smoked. I recieved minor burns from
resulting explosions.

Then the vile Cardassian appeared on the Brigde and with superhuman strength,
he threw Lt. Brian across the like a ragdoll.

I fired my phaser at him only to see the beam pass right through him.
Tec attacked Commander Putz and then disappeared,again.

Phallon Tec reappeared in the Battle Bridge and assuming control of the
Excelsior.

I ran from my post toward the battle brigde. I quickly decided to surprise
Phallon Tec by sneaking through the Jeffries Tubes to The Battle Bridge.

Commander Winger and Lt. Brian join me in the Jeffries Tubes as the rest of
the crew dealt with Phallon Tec's computer virus.

The Tubes were block off by a series of Class 3 force fields. We used our
phasers to overload the force fields until we reached the Battle Bridge.

Phallon Tec disappeared again. Once we regain control of the Battle Bridge,
Mr. Worf and his team purge the ship of the computer virus.

But, we lost Phallon Tec, again.

<<END LOG>>

Peace, until the next life
Hygiel

=/\=

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::leaves SB1 after his promotion::

::walkes to TL an enters it:: deck 10

::arives at deck 10 and walkes twoured sicbay::

::enters sicbay sits down at his desk:: computer open duty log

Computer: ::Beeps::

CMO's log SD: 9609.01

After Pallon Tac took one of the runabouts we transported back to the
Excelsior. As soon as we got back to the ship we began to chase him, when we
finally got to where he was we found a Romulan Warbird there instead. He had
some how got a virues in to the ships computers which put everything to
emergency power. Dr. Carpenter and I were asked to the bridge because
CmdrPutz on the floor unconcious. When we got him back to the sicbay and on
to a biobed he went into minor cunvulseing. Suddenly Pallon
Tac appeared out of no where and told me that he had inplanted many virueses
into Putz' body, but only one of them was the one we needed to cure and if I
cured the wrong one he would die. Dr. Carpenter and I started looking for
the virues right away until Mr. Tac finally told us that he was simplly
unconcious and all we had to do is revive him. After all that we found out
that the admeral was returning to us in a shuttle so we all met him in
shuttle bay 1 where he promoted Worf, Dr. Carpenter and
myself to Lt. Congrads all on a good SiM. Thank you CmdrPutz.

computer end log

Computer: ::beeps::

ps this is my last log as LtjgBower.

pps if you want a good chat room but want a little less than the publice town
square -Ten Foreward Lounge try my privet room Ten Foreward but this is a
privet room that means Excelsior personel only and a limet of five guests
::trying not to be strict in his new comand:: unless I say other wise. oh
feel free to play sounds in there, but send them to me so i may aprove of
them. thank you :-)

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Ens Jack
Head of Security
U.S.S. Excelsior

We arrived today at Station DS9, only to find that the crew was trapped
in several sections of the station. Away teams were organized, and I was
placed in Captain Knights team, and we slowly made our way to ops. We set
about repairing the various systems, while the other teams rescued the
stations crew. Our activities were, however cut short by an intruder. He
attempted to leave the station, and while a tractor was locked on, the
fugitive escaped.

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Lt. Cmdr. Jay Winger
USS Excelsior
Chief Tactical Officer
<<<<OPEN LOG>>>>
Duty Log. Stardate 9609.01.
Today we pursued Phallon Tec. We followed his coordinates and walked into a
"pseudo-ambush." He beamed to SickBay, where I was attempting to find out
what was in his Box. He used some sort of control to deal a great deal (and
I do mean a great deal) pain to Yours Truly. He then beamed to the Bridge,
where he rendered Putz unconscious. He retreated to the Battle Bridge, where
he sealed himself off. Hygiel, Brian, and I tracked him down via the
Jefferies Tubes. As soon as I got there, he beamed
away, announcing that Putz did not have a virus as he had said, but was
merely unconscious. Then Tec vanished into the great unknown. Much as I
dread the event, I hope we run into him again, so I can chop him into sixteen
mismatched chunks and then toss 'em into the antimatter one piece at a time.
<<<<CLOSE LOG>>>>

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Asst. Engineering & Bridge Engineerings Log

I was transfered to the bridge today by Cdr Putz I rerouted a power cupling
but something went wrong and mt control went out

*END LOG*

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Computer begin duty log

The excelsior needs repairs and that a-hole Tec started most of the
malfunctions on baord and also uploaded a computer virus. Our ops manager,
Hygiel, provideded a solution which got the Excelsior up and running again.

computer end log

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tis is what I think of my duty log
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*End Log*

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=/\=

Lieutenant (Junior Grade) Banko Hygiel
Assistant Tactical Chief
USS Excelsior NX-2000-B
Stardate: 9609.08

<BEGIN LOG>

Today, I was Acting Operations Manager until Lt. Gains comes off sick leave.

Gains replaced Lt. Ace, the Antican, who returned to his homeworld to fight a
civil war.

We set course to the Nigala Sector when we were ambushed by another USS
Excelsior.

At first contact, the other starship's crew was completely hostile toward us.
They answered our peaceful hails with threats and curses.

The Admiral ignored my idea of moving our ship out of transporter range and
before we knew it the Doubles Crew Beamed over.

The Evil Capt Putz immediately attacked our Admiral Clements but he failed.
I quickly jumped on this other Putz with fierce efforts.
We struggled but he broke free and ran toward the battle bridge.

I gave close pursuit with his phaser in my hands.
As he tried to take control of the Battle Bridge, I blasted the door down
with his phaser.
We fiercly fought again until he escaped.

I quickly returned to my post and moved our starship away at maximum warp.
Once we lost the ISS Excelsior, we returned to the Nigala Sector.

We also lost Lt Brain in that battle.

Congradutions to McMagus and Data on their promotions.

<END LOG>

Peace, until the next life
Hygiel

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</\>

Lieutenant (Junior Grade) Banko Hygiel
Assistant Tactical Chief
ISS Excelsior NX-2000-B
Stardate: 9609.08

<BEGIN LOG>

The Admiral is a complete idiot.
We broke through the dimensional barrier and encountered our opposites.
I quickly wanted to disable their weak vessel but the idiot Admiral stopped
me.
I discover that he beamed me to the brig.

I quickly bridded the security guard and escaped.
I returned to the bridge to discover that half the crew boarded the enemy
ship.
The Admiral went berserk when the away team failed to capture our double.
The allasmosph attack us with killer drones.

I destroyed the drone and escaped in a shuttlecraft.

<END LOG>

Sympathy is for the Weak
Hygiel

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</\>

Lieutenant (Junior Grade) Banko Hygiel
Assistant Tactical Chief
ISS Excelsior NX-2000-B
Stardate: 9609.08

<BEGIN LOG>

The Admiral is a complete idiot.
We broke through the dimensional barrier and encountered our opposites.
I quickly wanted to disable their weak vessel but the idiot Admiral stopped
me.
I discover that he beamed me to the brig.

I quickly bridded the security guard and escaped.
I returned to the bridge to discover that half the crew boarded the enemy
ship.
The Admiral went berserk when the away team failed to capture our double.
The allasmosph attack us with killer drones.

I destroyed the drone and escaped in a shuttlecraft.

<END LOG>

Sympathy is for the Weak
Hygiel

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Weapons Specialist log =/\=

Today we met our evil selfs "if will" some how when met them they beam
abord our ship and tryed to kill us but they didn't. My evil twin he was just
like me but he didn't control his eivl mine like i do, he was trying to blow
up the warp core but he was beam back to his ship before he could . I am now
testing the Weapons that i have upgraded but now i have seen a,how would i
say it.........................a spark but i have i have not determed what it
is.....

close log...................=/\=

<<<sorry about leaveing so soon but my "father" got a call and that cut me
off>>>>>

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We were on standard patrol when suddenly, we found ourselves tens of
thousands of kilometers from our assigned position. We ran into ourselves
soon after. An exact copy of the Excel, only evil. Everyone on the evil
Excel beamed over to our own ship...and just about took it over. I saw
myself, and I freaked. I didn't know what to do. My evil self destroyed the
Engineering facility, then was ordered to bring me (me me) to evil Cdr/Capt
(which ever you prefer). That's when I made my move. I beat the
$%#@ out of my evil self, then, while he was knocked out, I shoved him into
an ejection pod in Engineering. Heh. That's the end of me...him...

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Lt. Cmdr. Jay Winger
USS Excelsior
CTO
<<<<OPEN LOG>>>>
Duty log. Stardate 9609.08.
We were en route to the Nigala Sector when we encountered an unexplained
phenomenon. Namely: ourselves. Only they weren't. Well, my evil twin
obviously encountered some resistence in his existence (no rhyme intended),
because he had a large scar on the left side of his face. He and an evil
Putz beamed to the Bridge, despite the Transporter Block "Return-to-Sender"
Program. My twin is a good shot, I've got the burn to prove it. When I shot
him, he didn't even flinch. He just lunged forward and
choked me. I spit in his eye, his good one. He just got up and left the
bridge. I don't know what happened after that, but the computer doesn't list
any intruders or crewman missing, aside from the late Brian, who died today.
So, I guess the evil me is back on his Excelsior. I shudder to think what'll
happen to him, since he failed.
<<<<CLOSE LOG>>>>

Lt. Cmdr. Jay Winger
ISS Excelsior
CTO
<<<<OPEN LOG>>>>
Duty log. Stardate 9609.08.
Today we encountered a duplicate of ourselves. I still think it was an
illusion. Knight and that Putz got in a fight before the stinkin' Admiral
broke it up. I would've enjoyed seeing Putz get the crap beaten outta him.
The stinkin' Admiral told Putz, some other stupid crewmen, and me to beam
over there and take 'em out. On their bridge, I saw a weakling version of
myself. He shot at me, but naturally he missed. He took a good shot to the
arm. Before I could return him to his component atoms, he
kicked the phaser out of my hand and shot me. Course it didn't hurt. I
started chokin' him before he spit in my eye...my good one. Much as I
loathed doin' it, I ran off their bridge to follow that Putz to their Battle
Bridge. He'd sealed himself in. Just as I burst in, the stinkin' Admiral
beamed us back. He was about to kill us all when Putz attacked him. Being
the kinda guy that looks for opportunities, I took it and shot Putz. He
disappeared, and not from my shot. Oh, well. We'll be better
off without 'em.
<<<<CLOSE LOG>>>>

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Phaser's Log suplimental

I'm due for promo. and very excited last voyage an evil Excel was created and
I'm still try'in to figure out waht the $&!%$$@@$#@$# happened

*END LOG*