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Second Officer's Duty Log
9910.23
Lieutenant Dusty Rivers

Tonight, I began my tour of duty as the Fragglerock's Second
Officer. This means that I am in charge of the Frag's Night Shift, Midnight
to 0800 hours, and also known for some strange reason as "First Watch". The
Captain has the 0800 to 1600 "Day Watch", while the Executive Officer has the
1600 to Midnight "Evening Watch".
I recieved the shift turnover briefing from Commander Otter at 2345, and
relieved her of the watch, just as the rest of the Night Shift officers were
taking their posts.
Once the Bridge was cleared of the off going shift, I was
introduced to my new team. I had met them all before, as customers down in
the Bait Shop. In fact, these guys were my best customers. They usually
arrived right after they were relieved by Day Shift, and stayed for most of
the day. To tell you the truth, I am not sure when, or if, any of them got
any sleep other than the naps they took at the Bait Shop tables. They are a
rather
unique, but likeable bunch, and they seemed to be agreeable to having me in
the Center Seat.
The Night Shift Engineering Officer is none other than Ensign
Artemus Kane, who was instrumental in assisting me with the Polaran problem.
He's a short, wiry human, with black hair and green (usually bloodshot)
eyes, from the Cannabus Colony. Needless to say, Kane is a pretty laid back
kind of guy. He'll never be known as a "miracle worker" mainly because
absolutely nothing is a crisis to him. His reaction to our imminent doom as
supernova fodder was "Bummer, Man." Followed by a few tokes on a rather large
doobie.
Our Science Officer is Petty Officer Second Class, Cleetus Hamblin
from the River Hills of Kentucky. This man is about as Redneck as anyone is
going to get. Tall and lanky, with brown hair and brown eyes, and a closely
cropped goatee, he could pass easily for the Twentieth Century country music
singer, Tim McGraw, or for Jesse James, take your pick.
Cleetus joined Starfleet when he accidently blew up his father's
still. As the story goes, Clay Hamblin chased his son clean into town,
basting away with an ancient shotgun. With buckshot whizzing by his ears,
Cleetus ducked into the first building he saw, which just happened to be a
Starfleet Recruitment Center. When the Recruiting Officer offered free
lodging, food, and transportation, Cleetus didn't hesitate to sign. Trouble
was, he
thought it was only for one night!
The Operations Officer on Night Shift is Petty Officer First Class,
Seka Marley, a real live ancestor of the great Bob Marley. he was born and
raised in Jamaica, on Earth and joined Starfleet to "see the universe". She
just never thought that her ticket to the galaxy would be the Fragglerock.
She's a fine singer, and as long as she's singing, she's happy. But, when
she's not singing, her temper is short and firey.
On Night Shift, the Fragglerock is steered by Drin Malsup from the
colony on Turnubis IV. He fits in well at the Frag's Helm, mainly because
he's blind! Drin was born blind, and his body continually rejected all
artificial optic devices. So, he resigned himself to his fate early on,
donned a cool set of shades, and has made the most of his situation. As for
steering the ship, he likes to say that he uses something a lot
better than "The Force", he calls it "The Groove".
There are some other Night Shift characters scattered around the
ship, and I'll make it a point to meet up with them soon. In the meantime, I
have to say that the Fragglerock's Night Shift is a pretty mellow, and laid
back place to be. I like it.

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The Midnight Special
Chapter One
A Night Shift Duty Log
9910.23
Lieutenant Dusty Rivers

Dusty had just taken over the Center Seat from Otter and watched as
his team took their places. Each of them made sure to make a highly
professional (for the Fragglerock that is) shift turnover, and took their
duty stations with the greatest care. Dusty smiled and nodded to each of
them in turn, and then just sort of stared at the view screen.
Since he had the console closest to the turbolift entrance to the
Bridge, it was Cleetus Hamblin's job to make sure the off going shift had
completely cleared out. Seeing the turbolift door close behind the last man
out, Cleetus turned around. "I thought they'd never leave!"
Drin Malsup was sort of swaying from side to side at the Helm. "I
hear ya, Man! I have a devil of a time finding The Groove while they're
here."
"You couldn't find the groove if you fell in it, Mon!" snapped Seka
Marley. She was always a bit cranky when she first took over shift.
"Chill, Dragon Lady!" said Drin, as his fingers tapped the console
and occasionally found a button, which caused the ship to lurch just a bit in
an unexpected direction. "My driving record is clean."
Seka lightly slapped Drin in the back of the head, then sat down at
the Ops console. Looking back over her shoulder she said, "So, . . . Meester
Second Officer Dusty Rivers, . . . . What will you be havin' us doin'
tonight, Mon?"
Chuckling a bit, Dusty replied, "Well, there isn't much to it.
We're just supposed to maintain course and speed for arrival at the Caffera
Depot in the morning."
"That's all we ever do, Meester River Mon!" She said, spinning her
chair to face Dusty. Her head bobbed from side to side with each word as she
told him sarcastically, "Maintain course and speed. Maintain course and
speed. Don't they think Night Shift can handle anything else?"
Dusty looked around the Bridge and saw the others nodding in
agreement.
Cleetus was the next to speak. "She's right, Dusty. We ain't
never done anything other than maintain course and speed. That's it! That's
all we ever do!"
"Very well," said Dusty, as he mulled over his first command
decision. After a few moments, he tapped his comm badge, "Yo! Engineering!"
"Engineering. Kane here. What's up, Dusty?"
"How fast can this bucket move?"
"Well, I can give ya Warp 9 for about an hour then we have to slow
her down to Warp 7."
"Okay. Hang on a second, Artie." Dusty looked over to Drin.
"Well, when will that get us there?"
"That'll put us at the Depot by 0400, Dust Man," smiled Drin as he
kept swaying from side to side. "Just give me a rhythm to drive by and The
Groove will show us the way."
"Good deal," Dusty sat back in the Command Chair and tapped his
badge again. "Artie, go ahead and get us that Warp 9, and just shut her down
to Warp 7 when you have to. We're gonna try to get us some shore leave at
the Depot before Day Shift wakes up."
"Roger that!" replied Artemus. "You got Warp 9 whenever you want,
Bud."
"Cool beans." Dusty looked back over to Drin. "Put us in The
Groove. Mr. Malsup."
"Hey, no sweat, Dusty. But, a little music would help get me
there."
"We can do that," laughed Dusty. "Computer, "Midnight Special, by
Creedence Clearwater Revival."

-tbc-

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The Midnight Special
Chapter Two
A Night Shift Duty Log
9910.23
Lieutenant Dusty Rivers



Lieutenant j.g. Alyssa Spice fidgeted slightly in the TL, making another
adjustment to her phaser's placement on her hip. She knew she was late to
duty shift again, and she really wished she had a better excuse -- this one
was getting embarrassing!
She nervously twisted a short lock of hair around one finger, thinking
hard. My dog ate my phaser? Implausible; she had a cat. I overslept....
irresponsible for a StarFleet officer, and not really excusable, even on a
freighter. The TL stopped, and she dropped her hands to her sides, drawing in
a deep breath as the doors opened, and stepped out onto the bridge.
Dusty had looked up as the TL doors opened, and smiled to himself as
Alyssa strode out onto the bridge. She had just been transferred onto the
Gamma Shift two weeks ago, but had already been late three times -- this
being the third. The first two times she had shot herself in the foot with
her phaser while getting dressed for her shift. He wondered if she was going
to be three for three.
Alyssa was a couple inches shorter than Dusty. She had a lithe form,
intense blue eyes, sun-kissed cheeks and chin-length light brunette hair
which was boldly streaked with blonde. He had seen her off-duty in the Bait
Shop more than once, drinking the 30-oz concoction of liqueurs and assorted
tropical fruit juices they served up called 'the Bucket'. She shared his love
of Hawaiian shirts, which is what had originally caught his eye, and from
talking with her, he knew she was from New Zealand. She also wore a nosering
while not on duty, and he couldn't help but wonder where else she might have
one..
He shoved the thought to the back of his mind, and tried to put on
something resembling a 'command' face as she crossed towards the Security
console, her assignment for the night. Like many ships, the Frag Security and
Tactical crews were cross-trained, filling in at the necessary post as
required. Having been released by Dusty, the departing Security officer, Manx
Montgomery, had already caught the TL, and Alyssa was still a few steps away.
Dusty lifted one of his fingers slightly, and Seka Marley at Ops nodded
almost imperceptibly.
Suddenly, the lights on the bridge flashed their warning red, with the
siren blasting and the computer voice droning warning... warning... Dusty
glimpsed her startled expression as she bolted to the Security console to
look at the scans, then her confused look as she realized the red alert was
limited to the bridge.
She looked up at him, and he met her eyes, a slight smile on his lips. She
reddened as he rose from his seat and moved over to her. "Yo, Alyssa." He
nodded slightly towards the door that led to the Observation Lounge, and she
nodded in return, moving towards the OL, silently grateful he wasn't going to
do this smack in the middle of the bridge.
The quiet of the Lounge surrounded them as the door shut behind them, and
she turned to him, cheeks still pink. "I . . . . .I . . ."
"Save it, Alyssa," chuckled Dusty. "It's not all that big a deal . .
." He nodded toward the door. "Except maybe to Manx." He turned back and
took a long look at her. "I mean . . . we're a freighter after all."
"Well, still . . ."
Dusty interrupted her, "I think your problem is that you are trying to
hard." He pointed to his Hawaiian shirt and chuckled. "I think you need to
start wearing one of these on duty." His face broke into a broad grin. "In
fact, I'll make that an order."


-tbc-

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Fragglerock Mission Brief
9910.24
Lieutenant Dusty Rivers

Mission: We're gonna try to get past through that darn Coronal Hole of
Polaris III and make our delivery as planned. The cargo is an important
shipment of replicator parts to assist this newest member of the Warp Drive
Club to work their way into membership in the Federation.
Starfleet Command has a Standing Order that cargo deliveries
to Polaris III (of which ours is the first) are to be made by cargo
transporter, and that First Contact is not to be made by anyone other than a
Federation Starship designated for that function. ::whispers:: They
probably think we would scare them!

Places at the beginning of sim: Everybody's on the Bridge ;) LaZana is in
the driver's seat (Lord, help us!) and Otter is in the Center Seat. Dusty
is at the Science console. Sarina is at the Tac console. Melody is sitting
somewhere glaring at Dusty ;) And, Frost is . . . er . . . in the can
(see what you can do with that one, eh?)

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The Midnight Special
Chapter Three - Gone Fishin'
A Night Shift Duty Log
Lieutenant Dusty Rivers

Dusty chuckled a he returned to the Center Seat on the Bridge.
Drin heard him and called over the wrong shoulder, "Hey, Man! You weren't
too hard on the girl, were ya?"
"Nope," replied Dusty with a grin that he knew Drin couldn't see.
"I just told her that she had to dress like me."
Seka groaned. "Dat be punishment enough, Mon!"
"I don't know why," smiled Drin as he swayed to the steel drum
music comming over the comm system. "But, I'm glad I can't see either one of
ya!"
Alyssa tugged slightly at her collar as the TL approached the
bridge again. On Dusty's orders, she had changed, swapping her Starfleet
regulation jacket and shirt for one of her favorites, a bright Hawaiian shirt
that had golden pineapples on an apple-red background. Her pips gleamed as
softly as her nosering as the "lift" stopped and she prepared to step back
onto the Bridge.
Laughing, Dusty playfully spun himself in the chair towad the sound
of the opening doors. "Well, well, well! Feel better, Alyssa?"
Her eyes gleamed playfully as she moved to her console. "It helps,
Sir."
Seka turned from her Ops console, looking like she just bit into a
lemon. "I dunno know 'bout dat, Girlie."
"Hey! The perfume smells great, Alyssa!" smiled Drin, cheesily.
"What is it?"
Alyssa lifted her gaze and smiled towards Drin, although the effect
was lost on him. "It's called Gethesemane."
"It's groovin'!" Drin resumed tapping on his console, sometimes
hitting a button, and sometimes not. "Where are we going tonight, Dusty?"
Dusty glanced over at Seka. "Well, what are we supposed to do
tonight?"
"Just the same ol' boring thing we are always supposed to do, Mon.
Maintain course and speed."
"Hmmmmm . . . ." Dusty looked around the Bridge. "You guys want
to go fishing?"
Alyssa looked up from her internal scans. Nothing ever changed on
them, anyway. "Fishing?" She was curious as to where they'd go fishing.
She knew there was a golf course on board. She'd played it once or twice.
But, fishing?
"Yeah, fishing." Dusty kicked back in the Center Seat, and spun to
face Alyssa. "Call up your tactical display, and let me know when you spot
any shuttlecraft nearby."
Both of Alyssa's brows lifted in question, but she gave an "Aye,
sir," and increased the range of the external scans.
He called over his shoulder. "Drin? How far away are we from a
Depot or Starbase?"
Drin twisted in the wrong direction. "Like, I would know, Man."
"Oh," chuckled Dusty. "Sorry. Seka?"
"I wondered when you were going to get 'round to askin' me, Mon.
We should be close to the Ferengi Trading Post for this sector."
"Great! The fishing should be good then!"
Alyssa piped up a confirmation. "350,000 kilometers at heading 15
mark 2," she announced, "the Ferengi base . . . and high on traffic."
Grinning, Dusty tapped his comm badge. "Artie! Where the heck are
ya? We're going fishing!"

-tbc-

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The Midnight Special
Chapter Four - Gone Fishin'
A Night Shift Duty Log
Lieutenant Dusty Rivers

Artemus Kane, the Fragglerock's Gamma Shift Engineer, bumped his
head on a pipe as Dusty's call came in. "Ouch! I mean I'm down here in the
Bait Shop with Cleetus. We're putting in that Moonshine Still of his."
Cleetus dropped his wrench. "Did you say fishin'? I haven't been
fishin' in years! We stopping at a water planet or somethin'?"
Dusty's voice came back over the comm system. "You guys can finish
that still, later. Get on up to the Bridge. We got some serious fishing to
do!"
"On our way, Dusty." Kane closed off the transmission and he and
Cleetus hauled butt to the Bridge.
As the channel clicked off, Dusty called over his shoulder.
"Alyssa, keep tracking those ships and find us a decent sized shuttle."
"Aye, sir." She glanced over her scans.
Turning back, he said, "Drin, kick us up a little space dust, will
ya? I want some fish before morning!"
"You got it, Dust Man!" Somehow, Drin's tapping hit the right
buttons. The Fraggle picked up a little speed and, amazingly, headed off in
the right direction.
Alyssa glanced over her scans. "We have the Okoya at heading 15
mark 4, inbound to the base."
"Very well, Alyssa." Dusty grinned in anticipation. "Target that
shuttle and get the tractor beam ready."
~Tractor beam . . .?~ "On it, sir." Her fingers glided easily
over the controls. For some reason, she was more comfortable with the big
guns than her own phaser. "Tractor beam set an' ready to go on your command,
sir."
The Bridge Turbolift doors opened. Cleetus and Artie Kane sprinted
to their consoles. Seeing the pair, Dusty called over. "Cleetus. Get me a
sensor scan of that shuttle Alyssa has locked onto."
"Sure thing." Cleetus read the scans as they came in. "Federation
shuttle. Two man crew. No weapons."
Alyssa made minute adjustments to the tractor beam. "Within range
in 30 seconds."
Dusty nodded to both reports. "Very well. Drin, line us up . . .
oh never mind! Alyssa, you have tactical control. Line us up on the Okoya."
"Lining up, sir. In range . . . ten . . . nine . . ."
"Engage tractor beam! Minimum strength!"
"Two . . . one . . . Locking on, sir."
Dusty watched the screen. "Artie, keep an eye on their structural
integrity. I want to catch and release today."
"Aye, Dusty!" replied Kane.
The Okoya started to struggle against the beam. "Keep us on her,
Alyssa! Give her some line and let that shuttle play itself out!"

-tbc-

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The Midnight Special
Chapter Five - Gone Fishin'
A Night Shift Duty Log
Lieutenant Dusty Rivers

Alyssa smirked. "Aye, sir." She made fine adjustments to the
tractor beam, enough to allow the captured shuttle to move forward, but still
strong enough to keep it in their grasp. She couldn't remember where this
was possibly in the regs. ~Probably somewhere under violations.~ But, it
did relieve the boredom of "maintain course and speed".
Cleetus kept reading the scans, his brow wrinkling in
concentration. "Uh oh," he muttered under his breath, as the Okoya twisted
and turned trying to get away from the deranged crew of whatever ship was
behind them. "Hey, Dusty," called Cleetus. "We might have a problem."
Kane broke in. "No problems, Dust. Both ships are holding up
fine."
"Good! Alyssa! Start reeling them in!"
She nodded, and made some adjustments to the beam, small
adjustments so that the shuttle would not break up as the beam strengthened.
"Seka, get the Shuttle Bay ready. When we get'em on board, we
treat'em to a few drinks in the Bait Shop and send them on their way."
"Aye, Dusty. Shuttle Bay 'tis. Anybody ever tell you that you're
crazy, Mon?"
"Many times," he chuckled. "Many times."
Alyssa chuckled softly, moving the beam so that it would guide the
shuttle towards the auxiliary bay.
In the midst of the excitement, Cleetus was beginning to sweat
profusely. "Uh, Dusty. We really do have a problem."
"It can wait, Cleetus," said Dusty, his eyes glued to the screen.
"We almost have her landed." He called over his shoulder. "Nice job on the
beam, Alyssa. You having fun yet?"
The Okoya was almost into the bay when Dusty addressed her, and she
looked up, inadvertently shifting the tractor beam. She gave him a smile,
then looked down at the scans. Noticing the shuttle's movement, she could
almost hear the booooinnnggg as the shuttle scraped it's way past the shuttle
bay doors. She looked up again. "Sure, aye," she said, managing another
smile full of pearly whites.
Seka tapped her console and announced, "Shuttle Bay doors closed,
Mon."
"Excellent! Way to go everybody!" Dusty cheered as he rose to his
feet.
Alyssa released the tractor beam, praying silently that the shuttle
didn't have too much damage, and glanced towards Cleetus, wondering what he
felt was so urgent earlier.
Cleetus stepped from behind his console. "Dusty, there is
something that you really ought to know."
"Okay, what's the big problem?"
"Well, that shuttle belongs to Admiral Sinclair, Full Admiral
Drysdale Sinclair, Vice-Chief of Starfleet Logistics."
Alyssa groaned softly under her breath. "Maybe we should give him
the five-bucket tour of the Bait Shop?"

-tbc-

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USS FRAGGLEROCK
sd9911.01

MINI BRIEFING:

As we last left our space cargo delivering hero's we were being invited down
to dine as guests of the Firstly Contacted.

Structural Graphic Mapping Scans from the Frag have revealed that our newest
ambassadorial friend lives a huge castle.....with many twisting and turning
passage ways.
I hope no one gets lost!

Planetary Imaging Scans are setting this old castle in the midst of mountain
ranges......very far far far away from the rest of their civilization.

Thermal Radar Geological Scans are showing that storms are a'brewing!

Mission Objective: Get through the dinner!

Command Advice: Bring yer teddy! We are in for a looooong night!

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=/\= Starfleet Interstellar Memo =/\=

Subject: (the former) Lt. Commander Ellen Green, Ph.D., M.D.

On Stardate 9910.31, the USS Roddenberry's counselor, Lt. Commander Ellen
Green, along with her pet targ Fluffy, kidnapped Psychbay's masseur Lars,
stole a shuttle, and went AWOL. She was captured shortly after she flew past
Admiral Kangaroo's shuttle, mooning the Admiral in the process.
Apparently, Dr. Green, after nearly three-and-a-half years of tending to the
psychological needs of the crew of the Roddenberry, went off the proverbial
deep end. After careful evaluation and treatment aboard the USS Bellevue, it
was decided that Green would be stripped of rank and given a low-stress job
as cargo handler aboard the USS Fragglerock. She will heretofore be known as
Civvie Ellen.
May God have mercy on her soul.

Ellen
-----<---<--<@
Some people march to a different drummer -- and some people polka.

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The Midnight Special
Chapter Six
A Night Shift Duty Log
Lieutenant Dusty Rivers & Ensign Melody Dear

Melody turned over and pulled the covers over her head trying to
get some sleep. Frustrated, she sat up in bed with a loud sigh. "AHHHH . .
. Why can't I sleep?!" Lately she had been feeling rather odd, ever since
her allergy attack. She paused as she felt her bed jolt a bit. "What in the
. . . ?!" Tossing back her covers, she walked to the console. "Counselor D
. . ." Remembering who was on duty, she thought
better of it. She would go up there and personally find out what was going
on, and perhaps have a word or two with that Lieutenant Rivers. Slipping
into her uniform again, she left her quarters and headed for the Bridge. She
didn't realize that her hair was still up in a pony tail, making her look
like a teenager.
A crewman, seemingly just walking by, saw Melody leave, and
immediately tapped his comm badge. "Bambi's in the meadow."
"Dang! Just what we need." Dusty sighed as he leaned back in the
Center Seat on the Bridge. "Okay. Get ready. Melody, plan alpha."
"Cleetus responded, "You got it, Dust!" Then sprang into action.
Walking to the turbolift, which was conveniently right near her
quarters, Melody overheard the crewman and gave him an odd look. "Evening
Crewman." The crewman smiled sheepishly and went about his business. She
stepped into the turbolift and ordered, "Bridge!" A few moments later,
Melody stepped out onto the Bridge, and looked around.
As soon as the turbolift opened, Melody was blinded by a bright
light and then deafened by what seemed liked applause and cheers. Dusty spun
the Center Seat around. "Welcome, Counselor! As you can see, we're glad to
have ya!"
Covering her ears, she squinted into the light. "What in heaven's
name . . .?"
To everybody else, Dusty said, "Well, how was her entrance?"
Seka replied caustically, "I dunno, Mon. Not smooth. Maybe a 4."
Drin piped up, "I can't see her, but the perfume is a killer!"
Cleetus was practically drooling. "Awwwww, I think she looks good
enough to take home to Mama."
Melody gave a sideways glance to Cleetus, then slowly removed her
hands from her ears. "Lieutenant Rivers? What is going on?" She looked
from crewman to crewman, and then to Rivers again. "Lieutenant, I want to
know if . . ."
Dusty cut the lights and sound. "Just a little Night Shift
greeting for our favorite counselor."
"Oh, how nice. I am your only counselor, too."
"Well, I didn't want to point that out."
"Anyway, Lieutenant, . . . I distinctly felt the ship shudder. In
fact, it moved my bed, it was so strong. Is there a problem?"
Rightly figuring that she wouldn't like to find out about the
fishing expedition that netted one four-star Starfleet Admiral, Dusty feigned
innocence. "No problem, not at all. Hang on a sec, and I'll prove it." He
tapped his comm badge. Hey, Artie! How's it going down there?"
"It's going just fine, Dust." Artie Kane grunted, as he and Alyssa
Spice dealt with the unconscious admiral. "We'll have him stripped and sent
back in no time."
Melody's jaw dropped. "Who stripped . . .? What are you doing?"
Dusty tried to cover that one up and just said to her, "See? Artie
says were fine, and he's the Engineer. He oughta know."
The Counselor looked right at Dusty's Hawaiian shirt. "Lieutenant?
Might I have a word with you . . .ALONE?"
"Alone? Just the two of us?" Dusty chuckled. "You sure you don't
want a chaperone?"

-tbc-

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The Midnight Special
Chapter Seven
A Night Shift Duty Log
Lieutenant Dusty Rivers and Ensign Melody Dear

Melody gave him The Look. "Yes, alone."
"Come on, then." Dusty said with a wry smile. "We'll borrow the
Captain's Ready Room." After she followed him in and the doors closed, he
turned to her and said with his best Bugs Bunny imitation, "Soooo . . . .
Whatsup, Doc?"
"Lieutenant," She wasted no time and laid into him. "Let's put
aside that I'm already ticked at you, but can you please be serious.
Starfleet regulation 75, section 27, part 22, clearly indicates that an
officer on duty will be in Starfleet issued uniform." She flicked the collar
of his Hawaiian shirt. "Why do you insist on breaking regulations?"
"My, aren't we the grumpy smurfette?" He smiled down at the
diminutive counselor. "You look cute in that pony tail though."
"Ah, . . .what?" Melody closed her eyes and shook her head
furiously. "And, stop trying to change the subject!" She poked a finger
into his chest. "I've been noticing quite a few Starfleet regulations have
been tossed aside by you like yesterday's news."
"See?" Dusty pointed to her pony tail. "It bounces all cute and
fluffy like. Especially when you're pretending to be mad."
"Will you stop and pay attention, Lieutenant?!" She stomped her
foot in frustration. "This is serious, and I have a mind to write you up!"
"I am paying attention!" He looked her over from head to toe, and
grinned.
Melody put her tiny hands on her waist. "Just what are you staring
at?"
"So, what's so bad about my Hawaiian shirts? I've got my pips and
comm badge in the right places."
"You're out of uniform, Lieutenant, and unless you want me to
report it back to Starfleet, I suggest you wear the entire uniform and act
like a Starfleet officer, instead of some surf bum who just woke up from a
summer nap on the beach!"
Dusty rolled with laughter. "You're sooo cute when your feisty! I
just love the way that pony tail bounces!"
"Well!" Melody spoke with disgust, her hands tight on her hips.
"I can see you're not going to take me seriously. FINE!! I warned you!"
She stared at him a long moment, then spun on her heal and headed for the
door.
"It's 0300 in the morning! Who takes anything seriously at this
hour?"
She spun right back around to face him, her pony tail nearly
slapping her in the face. "I DO!! Am I the only Starfleet officer on this
ship who respects what Starfleet stands for? You certainly don't!"
The comm channel chose that moment to open up. "Kane to Dusty.
The fish has been released and the trophy is in the case."
Dusty held up a finger to Melody. "Okay, great job, Artie. Have
Alyssa put it in the Bait Shop. Dusty out."
Melody glared at him. "Fish? What fish?"
He turned back to Melody. "Now, wait just a second, Pony Tail!
What Starfleet stands for and what Starfleet Bureaucracy does are two
different things."
"Wrong!" She stomped towards him and once more drove her finger
into his chest. "It all works together. If you keep making small changes
here and there, soon the entire thing becomes undone. Dusty, if you cannot
even be counted upon by them to follow a simple rule like wearing a
regulation uniform. How can they count on you to follow more important
rules."
Dusty tried to wedge his way into her tirade. "Did you say you
wanted fish for dinner?" He smiled. "We can do that. What would you like?"
"No wonder you keep getting transferred." Then she realized what
he had said. "Dinner? I never said anything about dinner! Quit trying to
change the subject!"
"Well . . . it is a little late for dinner." Dusty smiled
tauntingly. "Breakfast then?"
"I'm going back to bed! I will be sure to send you a copy of my
report." She pun on her heal again, and headed for the door. "Good night,
Lieutenant."
He watched her and chuckled merrily. "That pony tail bounces
pretty nice from this side, too."
Melody stopped in her tracks, but resisted the temptation to turn
around. Instead, she continued through the door and out onto the Bridge,
just as The Midnight Special blared out over the comm system. She reached
the turbolift, stopped, and slowly turned to take one more look at this
bizarre bunch. The sight made her shake her head from side to side.
Dusty caught her eye and laughed. "See? You just can't help being
cute with that pony tail."
"OHHHHHHH!" Melody stomped her foot, spun and disappeared into the
turbolift.

-tbc-

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The Midnight Special
Chapter Eight
A Night Shift Duty Log
Dusty Rivers, Sek Zi Thang, & QelTJames

Dusty sat back in the Center Seat, more than a little bored at the
continuing slow pace of the Fragglerock's Night Shift. "You guys up for some
more shuttle fishin'?"
"Yeah, Man!" Drin replied. "I'm up for anything, anytime! And, I
got The Groove workin' good for me tonight. Yeah, baby!"
Seka Marley shook her head. "Uh, no, Mon! You know what happened
the last time we did dat!"
Dusty chuckled. "Yeah, but what else is there?"
Cleetus Hamblin studied his console and soon a wide grin spread
across his face. "Hey Dusty! I got something on the sensor here. We got
ourselves a shuttle alright."
"You do? Where?"
"Dead ahead. It looks like it's having difficulties."

Meanwhile, out in the shuttle, the pilot was becoming increasingly
frustrated with his situation, and was banging away at the Engineering
console as he tried to figure out what was going on. "Dammit! I'm a doctor,
not an engineer!" Trace James yelled out in frustration. Rechecking the
power reading, he saw that his shuttle was now down to 20%. "Man, if I don't
get out of here soon, I'm a goner!"
Growing tired of talking to himself, Trace tried to strike up a
positive conversation with the computer. "Computer, status of the long range
subspace transmitter?"
The computer's response was something less than positive.
"Subspace transmitter is at half power, range is 200 thousand kilometers."
"Anything picking up the signal?" Trace cringed, already knowing
the answer.
"Negative, nothing within sensor range capable of receiving."
"So, if someone doesn't stumble across me, I'm a dead man?"
"That possibility is 100%"

Dusty smiled at the news of the nearby shuttle, and tapped his
badge. "Bridge to Kane. Hey Artie, we got another fish out there!"
Artemus Kane sighed and took a long toke off his cigar-sized doobie
before he answered. "Oh geez, Dust! We just got rid of the last one!
"Well, we're going after this one." Dusty turned to his helmsman.
"Drin. Set the course for that shuttle and put the pedal to the metal."
"You got it, Boss." Drin blindly tapped the console to the beat of
the music that was playing through the comm system and managed to set the
right course.
Dusty looked around the Bridge. "Where the heck is Alyssa? Oh
yeah, I gave her the night off. Why did I do that?" He shrugged. "Dang.
Okay, Cleetus, set the Tractor Beam, and as soon as we're close enough, latch
on to'em."
"You got it, Dust!" Cleetus replied and stood there staring at the
tactical display even as his eyes were crossing.

Trace James sat back in the pilot's seat, and looked out the
viewport. With no computer enhancements, the stars looked strange and very
far away. A streak of light made him sit bolt upright. "Was that a shooting
star? Or did something out there move?"
His computer replied in monotone. "Unknown."
"I wasn't talking to you, computer."
Then, as if out of nowhere, the form of a beat up Federation
freighter shot across the viewport. Trace had to rub his eyes. He thought
he was seeing things. It was indeed a Federation freighter, but it had some
sort of glowing neon green band around it. Not wanting to look a gift horse
in the mouth, James tried to hail the ugly little ship. "Doctor Trace James
to Federation vessel, please answer me."

-tbc-

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Rivers Duty Log
9911.14
Lieutenant Dusty Rivers
Second Officer, USS Fragglerock

I can't believe I'm actually filing out one of these damn things!
But, I guess under the circumstances, I have no choice. Dang! Anyway, Night
Shift was very exciting tonight. We had a lot of stuff happen. Some of
which may have lasting repercussions of one sort or another.
First of all, we did our Boy Scout immitation and did our good dead
for the millenium. While cruising along on our ordered course (yeah, they'll
believe that one), we encountered a Federation shuttlecraft seemingly dead in
space. As we approached we were successful in initiating communications
(that means we heard him) with the occupant of the craft. Sensors (what we
have of them) indicated that the shuttlecraft had only 20% power
capacity left.
We would have transported the occupant to the Fragglerock, but the
transporters were down again. Kane says they be back online by Tuesday.
Anyway, since we've had recent experience ::coughs:: in this area, I ordered
the Tractor beam to be made operational so we could take him in tow, and draw
the craft into our Shuttle bay. As soon as we locked onto that shuttle, I
immediately called for Doctor Thang to meet that shuttle in the
Bay and initiate medical treatment on the occupant.
The occupant of that shuttlecraft was Doctor Qel T. "Trace" James,
Chief Medical Officer of the USS Aggamemnon. He has told us that he was on
his way to Vulcan to attend to a family emergency. Dr. Thang administered
proper medical treatment for Dr. James' minor injuries and prescribed 8 hours
of immediate bed rest under her observation in Sick Bay.
I gave Doctor james two options to consider. He could stay with us
and we would take him to Vulcan at the completion of our current schedule, or
we could drop him off at the nearest Space Station for direct transportation
to Vulcan. He has delayed that decision for the time being.
I alos assigned Doctor james to quarters next door to Counselor
Dear. He'll move into those quarters once Dr. Thang has given him the okay
to leave Sick Bay.

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Rivers Duty Log
9911.14.2
Supplemental
Lieutenant Dusty Rivers
Second Officer, USS Fragglerock

Well, I guess I had better write this encounter up too. Dang! Two
reports in one day! On the Frag even! Anyway, this event also occured
during the last Night Shift.
While crusing along our preordained route at the prescribed course
and speed ::coughs:: we happened upon a Galaxy class vessel undergoing what
appeared to be trials of some sort. Later, it was confirmed that they were
indeed conducting post refit trials. The Galaxy class vessel in question was
the USS Odyssey which we later found out (by looking it up in one of Cleetus'
coloring books) to be under the command of Rear Admiral
Periwinkle Mason.
Anyway, we were innocently testing our tractor beam (just to see if
it was still working) and by sheer acccident, we attached ourselves to the
aforementioned Odyssey. Apparently, they didn't see us, or they didn't want
to bother with our little ol' freighter and did not try to hail us. feeling
that we were being snubbed, I chose not to initiate the hail, instead, we
tried to get their attention by giving them a barium enema which
would solidy mess up their shiny new paint job.
It appears as thought they were not too pleased with tha appraoch
and continued to ignore us and continued with their trials. We found out
later that a Commander Trek was responsible for continuing the trials with us
still attached by tractor beam. We did try to release our beam, but the
controls failed and the beam was stuck in the "on" position.
So, our little innocent ship was dragged through an asteroid field.
We were fortunate that we recieved only scrapes and contusions to the hull
and to our bodies. At several points, we all thought we were going to die as
we headed straight for a big asteroid.
Finally, the Odyssey decided to talk to us. Incredibly, they would
not accept our explanation of what happened. When we told them that we could
not disengage the tractor beam, they demanded that we cut it's power. I told
them that we couldn't do that since the power for the tractor beam was routed
through the galley, and we had burgers on the grill at the time. Without so
much as a derogatory comment, they took a phaser shot at
what they thought was our tractor beam emitter. Fortunately they screwed up
and hit the weather antenna. At about that time, Artemus Kane, our Night
Shift Engineerin Duty Officer managed to unstick the controls and we were
able to disengage the tractor beam.
Oh, and one more thing, they shot various kinds of paint at us!
Pink, yellow, and purple, we believe. Cleetus is currently in an EVA suit
trying to clean off that mess. Apparently some of the yellow stuff hit the
Counselor's view port. Dang! That's all we need! She'll sure raise Hell
about that!
Anyway, we disengaged, and left the Odie (I'm not calling it the
Odyssey or Ody any more) to continue it's trials. At the earliest
opportunity, I'm going to look for some cargo that is scheduled to be
deliverd to them and arrange a rendevous.

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To: The Fragglerock Crew

From: Your Fun lovin' 2O

Subject: Artie Kane messed up the ship's hail

Hi Guys,
It's my duty (ugh) to inform you that our usually semi-efficient night
shift engineer, Artemus Kane, got some circuits crossed in the comm system.
Hey, I wouldn't have believed it either, but I smelled doobie smoke comin'
from his workbench in Engineering, and I soon ealized that Artie did indeed
mess up.
Fortunately it's not all that bad, and actually could be kinda fun,
depending on how you look at it. I mean, if your me, Otter, Thang, or Da
Boss, it would probably be okay with you. But, if your that stuffy Counselor
(j/k), it will probably drive you nuts.
To make a long story reasonably short, I'll get to the point. Artie
managed to change the standard ship's hail into 30 different random sounds.
You're guess is as good as mine as what will sound off when we try to hail
somebody. Look at it this way, it'll make things even more interesting on
the Bridge.
Oh yeah, one more thing. Artie says that he has absolutely no clue how
to fix it, mainly because he has no clue how he did it to begin with. So, it
looks like were stuck with 30 different Fraggle hails. Oh well.

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USS Fraggle
NCC- 2000b 1/2

Captain's Duty Summary
sd 0003.06

Begin recording:

This week our heros transported Ambassador Frock to his homeworld of Pastura.
The Pasturat's are a friendly bird-like race know for their, well,
their......um.....rabbit-like reproductive abilities. It seems the males of
this race lay the eggs and did the Frag ever get a good laying! After he
beamed out, the walls of the Frag started bulging w/ eggs! In minutes the
fearless crew was buried under tons
of yolk!!!! Immediately the ship's Counselor, Melody Dear, started
transporting the magenta speckled eggs to the cargo pods, while Leftenant
"Eh" Frost decided the only way to save the ship, was to cook the eggs! With
Lisa Truefriend manning the butter, the crew ate their way to safety!

Close Duty Summary Log.

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USS Fraggle
NCC- 2000b 1/2

Captain's Duty Summary
sd 0003.20

Begin recording:

1000 strips of pure latnium! Ahhhh! What joy! And all our Fraggle heros
had to do was pick up a shipment of rare artifacts on Swashbuckle Moon in the
D'Artagnan System and deliver them to Ferengi Morow. Sounds easy, eh?

And it would have been....if they had known that the rare artifacts were in
fact the legendary singing swords of Armunday. And if the sword swallowing
midgets, that Cargo Chief Ellen hired, had kept them quiet! And so it
goes...singing voices everywhere!!! Our Fraggles were hard pressed to
contain the Sinatra-singing swords and nearly beside themselves when the
swords broke into a never-ending-mind boggling mosh-rendition of "It's A
Small World"
Luckily they discovered the singing sword leader, who started it all, and
sent him to Counselor Dear's room for some intense therapy <unbeknownst to
the counselor, of course...just wait till she comes home!>. Then banding
together the crew beamed the rest of the swords to the Ferengi ship,
collected their pay and zoomed away!

Special thanks to LtCdrSynth for playing our InSecurity Officer and donning
the janitors jumpsuit to give the floor a few turns w/ the broom!

Close Duty Summary Log.

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<<Kirk>> Computer <<Compuer>>Ready <<Kirk>> Begin recording.
Todays sim was like a welcome home serimony for the Captain. Though most of
which was confusing I still tried to pay attention as much a I could so I
might get aquainted with the crew. Though I am happy that the Captain is home
I was looking for a post where maybe my talents were needed. At the
Fragglerock I was hoping that I could work whereas here we did not do much at
least not me the only time they talked to me was at the beginning and the
end.
But I will do whatever my Captain orders me to do and also do what is
expected of me. I hoped to use an old but hardly used manuver against an
enemy vesel, which I think my captain would approve. I always liked to be
challenged but even if I'm not, which I probably will, I would like to stay
on for a while to see exactly how much action they get there. I hope to be
surprised of my Captains actions. I hope to stay on longer than my first
promotion if
I get one. <<Kirk>> Computer stop recording. <<Computer>>Beep Beep

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Subj: Duty Log USS Fraggle. Carissa GORN Hunter
Date: 10/12/00 12:15:19 AM Eastern Daylight Time
From: Carissahunter
To: USF Synth, Ensign Felix, James Kirk Jr
To: CmdrClarkSavage, FstLtTaran, USFTXTrek, USFLaZana
To: Carissahunter

\Duty Log for the USS FRaggle.
GORN Rep.

Acting as the GORN:
Waiting for the USS fraggle to rendevous SSSsssssss with me,, Chitty Chitty
Bang Bang..
I boarded thier ship at SSSSSSSSSssssssss 2400 hundred hours dowap do wap do
wap
I took inventory of thier food supply held within thier cargo
bay..SSSSSsssssssssssssssss
diddly bop and was appallled at the sight of Sssssssss the desecration and
disorganization of the cargo bayFood was everywhere, on the floor SSSssssss
on the wall and
ceilings say my name say my name.
Ssssssssssssssssssssss I was angrered. DA DA DA and Waved my tenticles and
barred my sharp Teeth Sssssssssssssss which i
tripped over. Do re me fa so la ti do.
They had trouble understanding me. Sssssssssssss Those inferrior low life
scum sucking species.
They then transported me off the ship Do do run run da da run run before i
could do a thing.SSSSSsssss

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Duty log for Ensign Carissa Lucy Hunter
USS Fragglerockster

The fraggle Rock was enroute to return the civies. Our mission was to
repair any damaged equipment so that the ship would be back in rare form.
While in engineering, i ran a diagnostic to make sure that all systems were
functioning properly. The console spit out a ticker tape of data that claimed
the power transfer conduits were down.
I , along with several tools and my manual, climbed into the jeffries tube to
repair the conduit.
armed with my manual, i approached the main assembly that housed the
conduits. I found there a tiny wire that was frayed and pulled it out. That
was mistake number one. systems were failing all over engineering. i finally
had to ask that darn computer how to fix it. what an attitude i must say.. it
called me an idiot. Well i flew back into the tube and duct taped the wire
that i removed and reconnected it the hard way, Mistake number two. I should
have used electrical tape.
Once the wires were back in place.. it sparked and created an energy surge
that blasted my clear out of the tube soaring high thru the air.. across the
room. I stood up. with hair on end, and uniform smoking, and asked the
computer if i fixed the problem. I had. However, ensign expenable came into
engineering to clean up and well kind of noticed my missing parts of my
uniform which was totally unnoticed by me. Apparently i flashed the poor
ensign.. who could not refrain from looking at my "pips". I ran to use
ticker tape and quiclky wrapped it around my missing uniform areas... and
asked expendable to remain in engineering until i could replace my uniform.

End Log

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First LTN Taran
Ummm.... Ships phaser person and resident alcoholic
Stardate: 0010.16
Duty
Log
NOTE**** duty log from last sim. ****

I managed to Stumble over to my flask hiding place. When I heard the new
person in engineering say something about finding the berillium sphere. Then
of course we got a DISTRESS CALL. Our glorious commander seen fit to respond,
since this was his job.
Ensign Felix pointed out that a blinking light thingy was making a beeping
sound I grumbled a bit to the Furry one and told him it was a distress call
you idiot, the Commander told Felix to go ahead and answer it, like he had a
choice....??? He seemed a bit shy in touching the button so I tossed a bag of
CAT NIP on the console to get his attention. We were then ordered to change
course and we were in route to the colonist. I stumbled back over to my
console where I began to look like I was working. Then all of a sudden the
Furry one ...ERrrrrrrrr... I mean Ensign Felix just had to go and mention
something to the commander about going and preparing the cargo bay. So of
course I got volunteered to join him in that wonderful task of cleaning and
mopping ... since our ships resident janitor was no where to be found... I
managed to find a slightly used mop bucket and a decent
Expendy-Mop... After Ensign Felix skated around the cargo bay with Expeda
-scrubber skates ,[ no clue as to where those came from, must ask Expendy
when I see him next] things were clean and shiny ... we set up Starfleet
Cots for our soon to be arriving guest...
Once our guest were beamed on board all hell broke loose, they stared at me
and then back at EnsignFelix… The Colonist were PISSED... We slowly backed
our way out of the Cargo bay, and managed to get the doors shut just as we
were being charged at. After a few moments Sek Zi Thang and Commander Savage
made their way down and ordered us to enter, he tried to calm the colonist
down, Well needless to say , again...he PISSED Them off even more...Ensign
Felix started to shed, I pulled my phaser, managed to get off a few shots,
then I started to feel a bit strange.
The Commander tried to reason with the colonist, well that didn't work, Felix
and I started fighting with eachother, Sek Zi Thang backhanded one of the
colonist and the Commander was now leading the colonist in some sort of
revolution... Things were getting strange. We continued on to NIGALLY with
the Commander leading the way with the COLONIST ON A QUEST FOR VENGEANCE.

END DUTY Log..... Eeerrrrrrrrrrrr.... I think...... God, I need a drink!!!

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Somewhat Of a Duty Log:
Stardate: 0011.06
FstLtTaran
Security officer W/ warning label
Phaser packin' Alcoholic
To Vote or to out smart Space scum, You decide
As usual Ensign Felix was on the bridge shedding. I of course managed to
stumble to attention... Ensign Kirk was barely alive and Our lovely Engineer
was in, well, engineering ...I think probably popping popcorn or dropping
something into the warp core and we are all going to die. But anyway on with
the log. And The
ships MOP-BOY was still hiding somewhere, I think he pissed the floor grates
off again and, well, this there was no escape for him and they be holding him
hostage.( Mental note** Look for Expendy, if we are still alive.) Our
Glorious leader Commander Clark Savage was trying to give helm some sort of
orders. And well Ms.Sek Zi Thing, was going about her own business, In
medical, I guess doing doctor thingys. I look over and Felix is snacking on
cookies and milk, while going about his duties. Whatever they may be. Just
then we received an incoming hail from Starbase 44, some Beefy looking guy
appeared on screen.
He said he wanted to talk to the crew, something about voting and more
alcohol or something ... I went about my duties, when I looked down and
noticed I was still wearing my Cookie Monster Slippers. Thank goodness the XO
hadn't noticed yet, I walked over to one of my hiding places and no boots in
there, so I went to my other hiding place, looked left and right and entered
the dreaded MOP closet Of Our dear Ensign Expendable, only God knows what
that
man keeps in there...I found several unused mops and a bright shinning new
mop bucket and a few nasty sponges, but,the extra boots I had placed here a
month ago were missing. I slowly backed out of the room and proceeded over to
one last hiding place and sure enough there they were. I repacked my slippers
and traded them for my boots. Just then we got another hail But something
went terribly wrong, I looked around and our glorious leader had
disappeared. Ensign Kirk had fallen asleep and fell out of his chair mumbling
"I'm a wake, I'm a wake" Seeing how I was the highest ranking officer on the
bridge again ... ordered
Felix to find out what had happened, just then we were hit by phaser fire,
Kirk mumbled something about sensors and malfunction ... And then it came,
the dreaded hail from another Vessel, I took a deep breath and ordered Felix
to put on screen, I almost passed out when I saw it was the Space pirate
Captain he looked pissed , and he was holding a Romulan ale bottle that I had
placed blue colored water in ... he really looked ticked, we had pulled a
fast one on him, needles to say , I ordered helm to evasive action and to get
us the Heck out of Dodge once again. We did however find the Commander, seems
he went to go get a cup of coffee and locked himself in the Captains ready
room. When we found him he was shaking and mumbling something about lock
codes and replicators gone bad.
End My version of a Duty log :: By the only intoxicated officer on board . ::
Fst LTN Taran

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\Duty Log for the USS FRaggle.
GORN Rep.

Acting as the GORN:
Waiting for the USS fraggle to rendevous SSSsssssss with me,, Chitty Chitty
Bang Bang..
I boarded thier ship at SSSSSSSSSssssssss
2400 hundred hours dowap do wap do wap
I took inventory of thier food supply held within thier cargo
bay..SSSSSsssssssssssssssss
diddly bop and was appallled at the sight of Sssssssss the desecration and
disorganization of the cargo bayFood was everywhere, on the floor SSSssssss
on the wall and ceilings say my name say my name.
Ssssssssssssssssssssss I was angrered. DA
DA DA and Waved my tenticles and barred my sharp Teeth Sssssssssssssss which
i tripped over. Do re me fa so la ti do.
They had trouble understanding me. Sssssssssssss Those inferrior low life
scum sucking species.
They then transported me off the ship Do do
run run da da run run before i could do a thing.SSSSSsssss

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Duty log for Ens Carissa -assistant engineer

Carissa reports to Engineering like ussual. I had a hot night planned for
myself.. by curling up with a drippy romance novel and some popcorn . I
borrowed Ens Expendable's cute mop handle and tied it to a container of Jiffy
pop popcorn and used it to pop my popcorn by holding it over the warp core.
It was the perfect length.
With popcorn popped and book in hand.. i sat down- feet up on my desk and
opened my book to the beginning.
I sat there drooling... and noticed that my color was fading. I read on.

" he held her in his embrace.. she blushed and brushed her vulumptious body
against his.",,,,,

Very alaramed.. i hestitated and placed the book down on the desk, I smelled
the popcorn thinking that it went bad or something,.., When all of a sudden..
i went clear. I jumped up and down and ran around engineering.
Pacing with anxiety growing by leaps and bounds.. i did what any logical
level headed ensign would do. I screamed.
I never went clear before.. and panicked. I called for the Doctor.,., and
left engineering straight away there.
I arrived in sick bay.. sobbing. doctor sekzi thang.. examind me. althought
it was pretty clear that i was invisible. She could tell by my butt prints on
the bio bed.. for that was all she saw was the indentation of me sitting.
She told me that i was not dieing.. thank god... however i was suffering from
policticas... something.
I forgot what she called it. Basically, she said i was bored.
Can you believe that one? I went clear.. like invisible because i was bored.
I laughed. to myself.,
Well the kind doctor knew that i needed to put something on me to signal to
other members of the crew that i was physically present. and alive and well.
She pulled out this wicked cool party hat with plumes and rhinestones. It
resembled a tiara.
I put it on my head to alert others of my presence. Thank god for the kind
doctor,
I returned to my post... and actually did some work to pass the time,.
wondering when i was going to become normal
again... ????
Carissa out.

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Duty log for Ens Carissahunter
stardate 0012.16
Uss Fragglerock
Asistant Engineer

Carissa reported for Duty at 0800 hrs as stated on the Roster. She grabbed
her cup of Java and decided that she was going to get down to business and do
a thorough diagnostic on all subsystems within engineering.
One of the reasons she decided to to do this was- she had been studying her
manual " How to get more out of your warp core.". and finished it. Secondly..
she was also done reading her steamy romance novel.." Blazing Rapture up on
the hill."
She would have to send away for more. She read all the ones she had. Well
time to get down to the nitty gritty.

Carissa placed the console on Full enable mode.. and decided that if
it took all night she would individually check every control and service
device in all the propulsion systems. After the computer got drunk, systems
should be checked and rechecked to make sure that all configurations were
reset to normal
parameters. She took her padd and made a list. Subprocessors, Warp
propulsion systems, Reactant injectors, Matter/Antimatter raction chambers,
Power tansfer conduits,and Warp field nacelles. Carissa grabbed for her
trusty tool box.. and plenty of ticker tape for each diagnsotic.. walked to
the control panel.. took the ticker tape roll and refilled it onto the
recipticle and intiated diagnostic level 1.

Opeing her manual, She began. : Computer.. hmmm , some "BAD COMPANY" Please..
She began to sing while she worked.." Baby... when i think about
ya,,,,,,,,,,

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Kirk: Begin personal log

Computer: Ready

Kirk: With this mission no action was very much involved but it was ok. I

had fun taking the ship out for a spin. Though the sensors were starting

to frustrate me. I was a little confused when the passengers we picked

up were starting to act weird. Since the commander told them that we

were part of their race so we all had to act weird too which I think was

kind of strange but to find out what is going on we all better start our

acting lessons. So we shall find out what is happening. Kirk: End log

Computer.

Computer: Beep Beep

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Kirk: Computer begin recording.

Computer: Beep beep... Ready.

Kirk: Today's mission started with us on a course to a Gorn

planet. When we were about three minutes from the planet

Comdr.. Clark Savage had me speed up the ship to get there

faster. We then transported the Gorn representative onboard the

ship. I then put the ship into Standard Orbit. Savage then took

the rep. to the CargoBay3 where we had had some food that was

still alive crawling around. The commander had left me in charge

of the ship taking Fst. Lt. Taran Ensign Expendable and Mr.

Frost with him. When they got there the creatures immediately

attacked Mr. Expendable, killing him. The creatures got a whiff of

the Gorn rep. and then started to go away and hide. Then the

commander had the Gorn and the creatures transported to the

Gorn planet getting rid of the problem. Kirk: Computer end

recording.

Computer: Beep Beep

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Kirk: Computer begin recording.

Computer: Beep Beep............Ready

Kirk: This mission was very tricky involving most of the bridge

crew. We were all now shrunk and unable to reach the ships

controls. To make it worse we were on a head-on course towards

the space station. Since Felix had shrunk us we had little

options. With us on the course of death someone thought of

shorting out the controls. That was a very good idea whoever

thought of that and I would like to thank him or her. Although it

was Felix's fault I don't mind because it was a new adventure for

the crew and for me plus he was effected too. So I hold nothing

against him and he is a nice guy to work with. Kirk: Computer

end Log.

Computer: Beep Beep...... Acknowledged

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Kirk: Computer start recording.

Computer: Beep Beep.... Ready

Kirk: Tonight's SIM was pretty fun. Our XO is very capable at

commanding the ship and the crew. Tonight I got the feeling of

excitement I heard my Grandfather had when he sat on the

Enterprise. I got a crack at the "Big Chair" which was a cool

moment. I'm glad the commander let me sit at the chair. Though I

didn't do much the feeling was still good. I'm looking forward to

getting in the chair again. The SIM of course was good

everybody did there part very well and we are looking forward

to our next mission.

Kirk: Computer end recording.

Computer: Beep beep

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Kirk:: Computer begin recording.

Computer: Beep Beep..... Ready

Kirk:: This mission had us in a growing situation. We were on

our way to a spacestation for some supplies. Ensign Felix was

looking at buttons that had been with the original design. Soon

he could not keep his eye off the flashing old buttons. With a

push of a button the crew started to grow. The crew was

continuing to grow. This left the crew with a big problem.

Kirk: Computer end recording.

Computer: Beep Beep Kirk:: Computer begin recording.

Computer: Beep Beep..... Ready

Kirk:: This mission had us in a growing situation. We were on

our way to a spacestation for some supplies. Ensign Felix was

looking at buttons that had been with the original design. Soon

he could not keep his eye off the flashing old buttons. With a

push of a button the crew started to grow. The crew was

continuing to grow. This left the crew with a big problem.

Kirk: Computer end recording.

Computer: Beep Beep

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Kirk: Computer begin Duty Log

Computer: Acknowledged

Kirk: This mission involved us responding to a distress call. The

commander had me lay in a course towards the ship where we

picked up passengers on the planet near the ship. Afterwards

we had some trouble with the sensors having trouble locking on

to real objects. After trying to repair them the commander went

to check on the passengers because they were having trouble

settling in. For some reason they were sort of in a trance like

they were not of our race. The commander had me take over the

bridge after setting a course to station Nigala. Kirk: Computer

end log recording. Computer: Acknowledged

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FstLtn Taran
USS FRAGGLEROCK
SD: Umm... 0012 ??
Sort of Tactical Security officer
& Ships Resident Drunk
Some sort of legible Duty Log

We were headed to some station for some reason or another, I was mostly
intoxicated most of my duty shift, most of the evening became a blur I do
remember however getting the ships main computer drunk. I don;t think that
went over to well with our ships engineer, The last few events I do remember
was Ensign Expendy mopping up around the bridge and he as usual missed a few
spots and I pointed this out him he went off with mop in hand still
grumbling to himself. Ensign Flea .... I mean Ensign Felix was fighting with
the computer to get it to run properly, and little to my knowledge he had
been moving my flask around on me all evening. I finally got my favorite
flask back from him and decided since Kirk said we had a few minutes before
docking I would go off into my little corner of the bridge and have a drink
or two of the good old gin. Well, that didn't last long something went wrong
with the weapons console and I had to pull out my copy of a mini tech manual,
Well I was too drunk to read so I turned it over to Ensign Felix. Meanwhile
Expendy was mopping away. By this time Commander Savage had arrived back on
the bridge... This is where my duty night turned bad...."I know you are
thinking and the rest wasn't bad??"
Meanwhile~~~~~~
I was still hitting the ole flask pretty hard and started to hallucinate
about giant rats attacking me, and apparently attacking the Commander as
well, Ensign Felix informed me of this later the next day when I was
recovering from my hang over in sick bay, I woke up next to a dead guy... For
a brief moment I thought it was Expendy... But I was wrong.. Ensign Felix
also informed me that our cargo was now
behind us and not on the ship… Could it get any worse I thought to myself at
this point ... tune in next week to the " Fraggle Turns"as it continues on
her way and you hear Commander Savage yell at Taran the Alcoholic ..."WE LOST
THE WHAT? " Ummm Computer I quess I should
file and send this now, Umm END =/\=

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USS FRAGGLE ROCK SUMMARY
by Ens Carissahunter
To: Ensign Trellis
CC: En

Subj: (no subject)
Date: 12/18/00 9:30:40 PM EasteSTT tTher fraggle journeyed into space with
its usual crew manning her. Taran, three sheets to the wind, accidentally
emptied cargo bay 1, which jettisoned containers into space around the
Fraggle. Containers bombarded the Fraggle, hitting into her hull. Thanks to
Mr. Kirk a tractor beam retrieved them. At that point- engines were off line
due to a giant hairy spider wearing a saddle in the jeffries tube pinching
several wires that caused the
disconnection to the engines.
Carissa soon got the engines back on line and warp power back to the ship.
Expendy got fried ... only within 30mins of his mopping the bridge. Funeral
services were delayed when proximity alarms went off. It appeared that the
Fraggle got stuck in a space line. Mr. Kirk saved the day and warped us out
of the way. Mr. Kirk spent the remainder of his duty shift looking for a
lost or stolen probe ... which he found. However he is saving his findings
for the next sim. Cliffhanger.
Taran spent most of his duty shift admiring the feet of his crewman. Felix...
roasted marshmallows. Which stuck to his fur. Carissa built an android in
engineering-which decided to go for a walk. unescorted, and is roaming the
ship. Captain Savage.. relaxed eating Felix's marshmallows. Who will find the
android? Will he run amuck? Will Taran ever stand up right again? Will Felix
get the marshmallow out of his fur? Will Kirk find something
interesting? Will the Captain go gray over night? Join us here.. same time
same place. Until next time Fragglerocksters, the crew of the Fraggle Rock
wishes you a safe and Happy Holiday.

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USS Fragglerock

            While en route to Jupiter Station to pick up cargo for Mackingely
Station and with the Fraggle refitted, our mission was under way. The crew
onboard assumed their posts to carry out our orders.  Mister Kirk manned
Operations, while Carissa mined away scanning for deficiencies in
Engineering. Fst Lt Taran got busy hitting the gin and tonic while doing  a
weapons check and Ens Felix whittled away at Tactical.
Capt Savage visited the good doctor in Sickbay to witness her extraordinary
gymnastic abilities. Suddenly, system malfunctions started to plague the
Fraggle. Puzzled and confused, the crew diligently attempted to recalibrate
the necessary changes to bring about the ship and its systems.
Jupiter Station soon came into sights and the Fraggle docked as ordered
to pick up the necessary cargo. With cargo loaded, the Fraggle once again
began experiencing ship wide malfunctions such as reversed engines, system
red alerts and a troublesome computer. It soon came to light that Fst Lt
Taran had been giving our "computer" sips from his flask.
The Fraggle's computer had been hitting the bottle pretty hard, and had
been
suffering from drunken isolinear chips. With problem identified and solution
resolved, the refit Fraggle was flushed out... which gave Expendy plenty of
work.. the Fraggle once again returned to her superb splendor.  She and its
crew sailed off into the sea of space to  return next week for a new mission.

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Kirk: Computer Begin Recording.

Computer: Beep.............Ready

Kirk: This time on our misssion we were on our third

week of refiton the Frag. While there Taran, Felix, and

myself were on the ship preparing to leave while the

Commander was getting the bill. The price was high and the

Commander had to stike a deal with the Dock Master. The deal was

to let our doctor go on a date with the Dock Master. This brought the

price down to 20 GPL. Taran, Felix and myself were checking

systems and running diagnostics. Later I left the bridge to take care

of some business in an unknown location. Kirk: Computer end

recording.

Computer: Acknowledged

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Kirk: Computer Begin Personal Log

Comuter: Beep........ Acknowledged

Kirk: This week I did it. I finally got the chance to launch a probe to find
the mysterius

treasure. To find the......... no wait I can't say it if someone were to read
this it would

mean me giving up the treasure to the Federation. Though I love the
Federation this they

cannot have. This will benefit them but it will still be mine. I am the only
one that can

track that probe. This item of mine will change the Federation. When it is in
range I will

try and find it, hopefully it will be undesturbed.When I become higher in
rank the treasure

will be revieled. It may still exist we, the Frag, will find out soon what it
is. For anyone

that reads this MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS!!!! Kirk: End recording

Computer:....... Acknowleged.

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Kirk: Begin Recording computer

Computer: Beep....... Ready

Kirk: Todays mission was to retrieve the cargo that was lost when the
computer was

malfunctioning. While trying to get the cargo back it started to bump the
hull of the ship.

When doing this it shook the ship shook knocking everyone from there
stations. After I

activated the Tractor Beam we were able to get it back to the Cargo Bay.
Later we felt

another shake that we were able to find out that it was another ship. We were
stuck in

the middle of a Space Lane without engines. When we tried to move the engines
died,

Carissa found a big spider chewing on some wires. She managed to get the
engines

working again, we moved incase any more ships were to come. Later we were
able to

relax and our ships drunk Taran had a few drinks as usual. Computer end
recording.

Computer: Beep Beep.........

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The USS FRAGGLEROCK
By CarissaHunter Sim Summary 01-08-01
Captain: USF Mancuso

The Uss Fragglerock embarked on yet another mission to starbase 4077
to load and transport a cargo of medical supplies. Expendable decided to mop
up in sickbay, while Sekzi thang decided to take a shower thanks to expendy's

trusty bucket of soapy water. James Kirk Jr. attended his post at helm and
Ltn felix sat at tactical trying to get rid of his brain freeze. ( too much
ice cream). Carissahunter, in engieering has yet another accident and gets
tangled in a mess of ticker tape from the console panel while running a
normal level 1 daignostic. Our trusty captain was sitting comfrotablely in
his bIg chair.. overseeing the transport.
Carissa, completely mummified by ticker tape requests assistance in cutting
her free. Ltn felix slashes his way thru the tape and once again, carissa is
left without a decent unifrom. Hiding in the jeffries tube, she coms the
doctor with a simple request of decent clothing to get her to her quarters.
Dr, thang rushes to carissa's aid with a Carmen miranda costume , complete
with fruit and ruffles. Just then, Our trusty captain requests carissa's
presence on the bridge and carissa is left with no alternative but to chicka
boom it to the bridge. You can imagine most of the reponses that carissa
recieved showing up in a carmen miranda suit... The captain's last words?
Hey ya got a bananna?

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USS FRAGGLE ROCK SIM SUMMARY
Captain Clark Savage
01-15-01

The USS Fraggle had received its pick up of Medical staff and med. supplies
from starbase 4077 and departed on its way to deep space 6 to aid a planet
there with a pandemic of Regallian measles. Doctor Thang immediately set
about preparing vaccines for the crew and the planet's surface, as well as
attending to the Medical staff visitors. Captain Savage visited sickbay to
check on the passengers to assure that their temporary visit to the Fraggle
was
indeed a pleasant one. Lt Felix manned the Bridge with James Kirk,Jr.
assisting his efforts. Caissahunter endured the rigors of Engineering once
again, by attempting to work on the warp relay coils. Realizing that her
trusty whatchamacallit tool was missing, she set about to find it.
It was soon discovered it stuck to the panel within the Jeffries tube.
Getting her power blow torch from her Tim Taylor Cabinet, she set about
regaining her trusty whatchamacallit tool. Within the Jeffries tube, Carissa
ignited the switch and soon melted the connection that the panel held to her
trusty tool and was now able to retrieve it.
A slight mishap had occurred inside the Jeffries tube to the Ensign's hair
causing it to stiffly stand on end.
Carissa managed to smooth it down with several layers of mousse. Again with
her trusty tool in hand, Carissa set about fixing the Warp relay coils.
Sticking herself into the console to get at the relay's, the poor ensign
found herself stuck when her hair had defied gravity and the mousse and once
again stuck stiffly at all ends.
Not knowing how to get out of the console, Carissa called upon James Kirk,
Jr. to assist her in removing herself from the console. Carissa's robot
unfortunatley proved to be non complaint to Caress's voice commands.
As Mr. Kirk attempted to smooth Caress's hair down to free her, he too found
himself stuck within the console.
The good Doctor was then called to assist. Meanwhile, Lt. Felix remained on
the Bridge conducting several checks of shiny buttons on the captain's chair.
He kept himself busy, dispensing toast for the entire crew from every
replicator on the ship and by making swooshing noises along to the bright
Disco ball that had descended from the ceiling of the bridge. Doctor Thang
entered Engineering with a blue bowl of Butter.
She then smothered both Ens Kirk and Ens Hunter with the buttery substance to
eventually slither them both out of the lockhold. Suddenly both ensign's
came falling out, happy to be once again be free.
ETA to the planet was still hours away which gave ample time for both ensigns
to engage in removing the butter from their uniforms. Another Fraggle sim for
all you fragglerocksters! See ya all next week -- when the FstltTaran once
again returns to the Fraggle from rehab. Until then....

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USS FRAGGELROCK
Captain Clarksavage

The crew , deserving some well needed R and R, was treated to a holiday on
board the Fraggle. A party was given in MENG. The main console panel had been
removed to set up a make shift bar. The warp core, served as the open pit,
and Expendy's mop handle was used to roast a pig over the warp core. Tables
were set up along engineering, loaded with scrumptious desserts and
delicacies of all kinds. Tikki lights were suspended from the ceiling, soft
caribean music echoed thru the halls of the Fraggle. All were in attendance.
The Captain came with his Hawaiin shirt, Carissa was dressed in a carmen
miranda suit, and Dr. Thang came with a lovely grass skirt. Taran fresh out
of rehab was desperatly seeking alcohol. He found it, thanks to James Kirk Jr
special stash of Bourbon and Whiskey. Lt Felix enjoyed eating pigs feet and
hiding under the tables.
A conga line was started and the ghost of Expendy's pet pig, Fluffy, even
came too. The only causalty during the party was Carissa's carmen miranda
suit, when Fluffy attacked her ruffles.
Other than that.. it was a flaming success! A dilithium delirium, a real
nacelle pleaser!
The Crewbies will be back to their duty shifts again next week,,, so stay
tuned.

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Sim Summary for the USS Fragglerock
02-05-01

The Uss Fraggle encountered a real distress signal from a federation type
beacon. The crew was ordered to locate the source and set new coordinates.
The fraggle closed in on the signal and came into standard orbit around a
planet.
An Away team was assembled to beam down to the location of the distress call
and locate the federation ship if there was one.
After transport, the away team came face to face with a lizard like rat
species from the Captial city of Zalbrat.
King OogaBooga, ruler of this territory,took the away team into custody
demanding that the away team help him fix his "great Chariot" in order to
stay alive. The great chariot had turned out to be the Uss Kamakazi . A very
old and once utilized shuttle craft from the FraggleRock.
Meanwhile back on the ship, Doc Thang worked diligently getting the captain
back to his old self again.
She did succeed however, the captain had to be defleaed.
Taran returned to his normal self soon after the effects of the poison wore
off.
Attempting to get a lock on the away team, the Fraggle tried to beam up the
Crewmen on board the planet's surface. It did not work.
With the crew still on the planet, and the away team facing death.. the saga
of the Planetoid City of Zalbrat continues on till next week. A big thanks
goes out to Hologhramwho guest spotted for our sim tongiht.
He was a former member of the crew of the Fraggle at its conception.

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Sim Summary for the Uss Fragglerock

Continued from last week......The Away Team is still investigating the
distress beacon on the planetoid.  
      So far, the AT has encountered an odd fellow claiming to be King
OogaBooga and claiming to be the ruler of the planetoid and the odd LizRats
that seem to be its sole inhabitants.  He demands that the AT fix his chariot
or they will not be allowed to leave the planetoid.

The away team tried to pull their heads together to think of a plan to out
smart King Oogabooga.
Knowing they have to fix the shuttle to appease the king and get off the
planet. Felix, holding duct tape in his hand, looks to Kirk and Carissa for a
plan. It was mutally decided that they would tamper with the shuttles
navigational sensors so that 60 seconds into flight.. the shuttle would
barrel roll out into the vastness of space, saving the galaxy from the likes
of the ratlizards.
The rats soon show up on the scene, hungry for Carissa's pips. Knowing all to
well,  that felix and kirk need time. to sabatoge the shuttle undetected.
Carissa then offers her services by moonwalking and dodging to confuse the
aliens.
Soon the Fragglerock gets a lock on the away team  after the mission was
completed.
Once on board.. carissa seeks the services of the good Doctor.Thang to
disinfect her.  Brand Sparkling new.. Carissa returns to duty in Engineering,
dismayed to find she was leaving a purple sparking trail of glitter behind
her.
In the mean time, Felix shows back up on the bridge a little hairless for his
wares.
Having been the center of a love interest to one of the Lizrats, he wasted no
time in trying to locate Taran's secret flask of
liquer. Taran having caught felix in the act growls at him.. and a chase
pursues on the bridge.
The hiarless furball, and the drunken lush race around the Captain. Meanwhile
back on the bridge, Expendy was called into action to clean up the sparkle
trial. He ducks into a jeffries tube,. and after the musical theme of
superman plays..
expendy appears dressed in a thong with a giant label that read "dickies".
Expendy rushes onto the scene in engineering. Carissa is smitten by expendy's
lack of a unifrom.. and tries to pursue him.  Caught in the sparkle of the
moment.. he throws caution to the wind.. and throws Cairssa over his
shoulder..
and falls to the floor and dies from the weight. Talk about your fatal
attractions.
Tune in next week.. for another exciting episode.. as the Fraggle turns!!
 That's all for now.. Fragglerocksters!

Note: Kudos to Doc Sekzithang.. for her wonderful story sim line submitted
for this sim.

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Sim Summary for the USS Fragglerock
Star date: 021901
Cmdrclarksavage

The Fraggle and its crew, this week.. are still dealing with the Lizrats and
King Oogabooga.  Taran is still chasing felix around the bridge until the
meet with the wrath of savage and get thrown off the bridge. This leads felix
right into the arms of his admirer.. Le Femme LizRat. who is in love with
him.  through
out the sim. He tries to lose the big lizard alien. only to manage to get
deeper into the rats affection. DR Thang. is warming up with her sexy gym-
nasty routines, and the captain is on the bridge.
Carissa , alone in engineering, awaits for her knight with a mop.. to come to
engineering. He appears in uniform and not in his thong.. suddenly expendy
starts to choke. Carissa gives him the Hym- lick maneuver. saving one of
expendy's lives.
Carissa has it bad for expendy.. however the feeling is not mutual. All he is
interested in is her pips. Feeling depressed and down, carissa calls taran
for a drink. One is all it took to get poor carissa drunk. With new found
courage, the taran kind, she exits meng to search for her true love.
Meanwhile, back on the bridge - Kirk requests permission to play with the
android that carissa built. He slips into the shuttle, and prepares for a
future
mission. hmmm mystery there.
Like an episode of the Love boat, each member seeks out another. Felix..
getting tongued by the liz rat who he detests,  the dr gives the captain some
private lessons in massage therapy.. and carissa seeks out more rejectiong
from expendy.
Meanwhile back to the bridge.. Felix is being chased by the Le femme lizrat..
and has him tangled in duct tape.
With the rat on top of felix.. he cries out for help... Halp. he says.
Expendy.. accidently impales himself on his own mop.. a feat too astonishing
for even expendy..
dies and comes back to life. Carissa finds him and once again,. throws
herself at him.. only to be rejected again.
The doctor and the captain.. succeed in naturally heating up sick bay.
Kirk still is having fun with the android. And tartan is left alone on the
bridge with his Taz boxers flapping in the wind.
after loosing his pants when the lizrat rolled off of felix and onto him.
 The android played data and sat at the console firing off torpedoes into
space.
All of a sudden.. the ship is rocked by alarms.. Proximity alarms. the
captain.. busy getting redressed,
calls all hands to life boats.
The crew scrambles.. and .. that's the end.. got to wait till next week
fraggle folks..

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Thang's Mission Thong  
SD0102.19

      And we embark on yet another episode of "As the Frag Rocks"...  
      We find our intrepid crew still faced with the dilemma of King
OogaBooga and his LizRats*.  One of the LizRat females has conceived an
undying passion for Felix.  She has also somehow managed to get aboard and
was last seen in Sick Bay, using the Disinfectinator on it's "extra glitter"
setting.  Seems she's trying to make herself more attractive for our feline
friend.
      Speaking of undying passions, Expendy should be just about regenerated
from his weekly brush with death -- most recently being crushed to death by
the light-as-a-feather Miss Hunter when he threw her over his shoulder in an
excess of romantic zeal.  The ZZTop-like Engineering Dudes are no doubt
relieved that Expendy failed to make off with The Pipped One.
      Commander Savage and James Kirk had ringside seats to the 500 meter
Snatch, Dash and Drink-a-thon Felix and Taran held on the bridge last week.
 Apparently, the Commander was less than pleased with their display as he was
heard threatening their health and well-being in rather graphically
descriptive terms.
      Meanwhile, the demure Doc Thang was busy in Sick Bay, as usual.  First
disinfecting, scenting and glitterifying Carissa in the Disinfectinator and
then just takin' care of business... until the call rang out for Expenda Dude
and his trusty assistant.  At which point, she ducked into the broom closet
to change into appropriate grime-fighting garb.  Alas, the episode ended,
just as she emerged, so noone got more than the briefest glimpse of her
attire.  Speculation abounds, but the only thing that can be said for sure
was that it involved judicious use of mop fringe...
      Stay tuned for this weeks' exciting episode!  You'll kick yourself if
you miss it!

*NOTE:  If Holo is unable to make the sim this week, we'll have to wrap the
plot somehow without him... Don't worry, though, ::puts pinky to the corner
of her mouth:: I have an idea..  

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Thang's Mission Thong  
SD0102.26

      And we embark on yet another episode of "As the Frag Rocks"...  
      We find our intrepid crew in between engagements.  The Away Team was
rescued from the hungry LizRats just as Carissa, who was valiantly holding
them off at great cost to herself (hey, those replacement pips cost at least
a strip of latinum per gross!) was running out of pips
      Speaking of Carissa's pips, perhaps the glitter from them is blinding
our man Expendy 'cause he sure doesn't seem to be picking up on the amorous
light in her eyes.  Maybe Carissa should try flashing him a message in Morse
code.  Those pips seem to be multipurpose, I'll bet she could pull it off.
      As for Expendy, he should be just about regenerated from his weekly
brush with death -- saving us all from certain doom by beaming himself
outside the ship in order to bounce a couple of torpedos (that had
accidentally been released by someone -- I name no names! -- on the bridge
::stares hard at Kirk and the Android::).  The only problem with his heroic
action? Well, actually, there were two this week: 1. Expendy can't withstand
the extreme
temperature and lack of oxygen in space and 2. Our hero ain't torp-proof,
either.  
      Ut-oh! 'Spendy go BOOM!
      Meanwhile, Commander Savage, finding himself in need of something to
soothe his nerves, made his way to Sick Bay to consult the Doc.  Sek'Zi Thang
was just coming out of her office as the Commander entered main Sick Bay.
 She yawned and stretched, raising her arms waaaaay over her head, trying to
work the kinks out of her back from all the paperwork she had been doing.
 This caused the Commander no little discomfort because her duty skirt crept
up, up, up her thighs as she stretched.
      Transferring his gaze to safer territory, he explained his problem.  As
he'd hoped, Doc Thang had the cure for what ailed him right at her
fingertips.  In fact, it turned out that her fingertips were directly
involved in the cure: she prescribed a full-body massage for the Commander.
      Unfortunately for the Commander and all his musculature, the red alert
signal went off just as he was about to experience Sek'Zi's magic touch.  Too
bad!  Maybe some other time, eh?
     And where were Taran and Felix during all of this?  I'll tell you: they
were on the bridge, preoccupied with La Femme LizRat.  First Felix made the
grave error of duct taping himself to LizRatina (which, as you may or may not
know, id part of the customary LizRat marriage ritual) and they spent quite a
bit of time their little love nest...er, cocoon.
      Taran tried to aid Felix in his predicament, but he ended up losing his
pants in the process.  Just how, it is hard to say... everything was such a
blur of liquor, duct tape and LizRat... but I can tell you that we got a
brief glimpse of his shorts... or do I mean a short glimpse of his briefs?  
      Well, never mind that!  The crew faces a new challenge this week and
it's almost time to discover what it is...
      Stay tuned for this weeks' exciting episode!  You'll kick yourself if
you miss it!

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Kirk: Computer Begin Duty Log

Computer: Affirmative

Kirk: This time we were on our mission to the starbase to drop off some
medical

supplies. While on our way there the crew was working and somewhat relaxing.

The ones that were working were working to get the ship up to spec with other

ships. The ship, although just refitted, needs to be fixed up because the
ship is

under spec. The ships crew has done well while still needing work. The ships

crew have been fixing the ship but the crew needs to put more of there back
into

it. The ship should be in shape in a couple of weeks and will be able to work
at

100% of its power.

Kirk: End Log.

Computer: Beep Beep Affirmative

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Kirk: Begin Personal Log

Computer: Ready......

Kirk: This mission had some funny twists to it. First we start off that we
are

relaxing and delivering stuff to the starbase, and since I'm not really
needed that

much I thought I'd take a nap. While I was napping others were getting drunk

and losing their hair. While all this was happening Carissa was in a
Jefferies

Tube and she had a little mishap and she was found clothsless and she had to

call on Zek Zi for help. When she got there the only thing she could do was
to

give her a Carmen Maranda suit. Next see what she looks like when she has to

come to the bridge imediately.

Kirk: End Log

Computer: Beep Beep Acknowledged

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Sim Summary for the USS Fragglerock 030501
The Case of the missing ... Captain?.... uh Vertebrae?

On this special mission, the Captain of the Uss Fragglerock was found,
although the crew did not know she was missing, in one of the cargo pods. It
appeared that she had been there for some time, well actually months. It is
believed that her spine had a big fight with her vertebrae!   Some of the
little bones decided they weren't going to lie around any more and they
mutinied!   T’s 8 and 9 took off and were reported running around the ship
somewhere leaving her just a shell of a captain.
Word got to the crew that the captain needed some rescuing. Having been
carried, since her legs would not support her body, to the bridge by Expendy,
she was met by her faithless crew.
Suddenly, two vertebrae are seen running across the bridge. Taran, already
intoxicated, jumps and leaps onto them trying to catch them. Carissa, now on
the bridge also, tries to grab a hold off Taran to stop the chase.
The vertebrae now want a drink of Taran's gin, and turn the hat and start
chasing him.
Now Taran is flying around the bridge with Carissa still in tow. Felix is
cowering in the corner trying to hide from his amorous lizrat whom he spots
approaching him with a cheesy grin.  Expendy comes to Carissa's rescue since
her flying so rapidly is causing her uniform to come undone. James Kirk is
trying to man the Fraggle at the helm while Holy Chaos is ensuing around him.
 When out the turbo lift like a knight in shinning armor comes
the good Doc Thang, to the aid of the crew and catches the rascally vertebrae
in a bag. Assisting the Captain to sick bay, with bag in hand-Doc Thang
prepares to put the bones back into the captains spine.
The case of the missing Vertebrae and missing Captain had been solved!
 Thanks to the vigilant and arduous dedication of her crew. Holy Chaos!
Batman could not have done better. Till next week Fragglerocksters.. .. live
long and party!