Topic: Stars End Bar: The Admin of SFC (Read 5282 times)

KAT MRess · « **on:** June 30, 2004, 09:41:48 pm »

When we last left our intrepid adventurers...

Ah t' heck with it, read up.

http://members.rogers.com/mress/Admiral.txt

Karbin · « **Reply #1 on:** July 01, 2004, 01:06:01 pm »

The author of this story and his editor regret to inform that no story posts will be made over the weekend of July 1st to the 5th.

Trek Con in Toronto and we are working as ...(GULP) .....

RED SHIRTS!!!!?????

SSCF-Rolling · « **Reply #2 on:** July 01, 2004, 09:00:53 pm »

His red shirt is mine when he gets back!!!!!

Karbin · « **Reply #3 on:** July 01, 2004, 10:09:00 pm »

Quote from: SSCF-Rolling on July 01, 2004, 09:00:53 pm

His red shirt is mine when he gets back!!!!!

But is it the one that the Guests sign??

SSCF-Rolling · « **Reply #4 on:** July 02, 2004, 05:57:41 am »

Quote from: Karbin on July 01, 2004, 10:09:00 pm

Quote from: SSCF-Rolling on July 01, 2004, 09:00:53 pm
His red shirt is mine when he gets back!!!!!

But is it the one that the Guests sign??

Too bad!!! LOL!!!

SSCF-LeRoy · « **Reply #5 on:** July 02, 2004, 08:55:53 am »

Don't worry, Kim. You'll git to read about how you save my butt in the next upcoming installment of The Star's End Bar: Quest for the Guardian of Eternity, coming to a forum near you

Pestalence_XC · « **Reply #6 on:** July 02, 2004, 09:01:02 am »

Umm. I know my part was very smalll, but why was my name omitted from the web version? I was the Dock Master on Kimberly's ship at the beginning...

Just wondering...

SSCF-LeRoy · « **Reply #7 on:** July 02, 2004, 09:09:07 am »

If it makes ya feel any better, Pesty, I'll see If'n I can work ya into mine

Age · « **Reply #8 on:** July 05, 2004, 08:16:23 pm »

I think Goose needs to finesh it off but then again LeRoy 2 better than 1.This would keep Kim busy and happy.

KAT MRess · « **Reply #9 on:** July 06, 2004, 09:58:06 am »

The room is dark.

The faint sound of jiggling keys is heard out side the door. After a few minutes, the rattle of a poorly aimed key on the metal of the lock is heard. After several attempts, a "click" is heard.

Slowly the door opens, and in staggers a very disheveled and unkempt figure. A hand aimlessly pats at the wall beside the door and eventually the overhead lights turns on. The figure winces from the sudden glare of light. It is a tall man that has not shaved for several days. There are bags under the eyes and the hair is uncombed.

It is wearing combat boots, black pants, a radio belt with a headset over the top of the head lke a telephone operator and a VERY distinctive Red shirt (complete with target on the back). It moves slowly toward the desk and eases gently into the plush chair.

After several minutes, just when it seemd the figure has fallen asleep, a hand extends and touched the console on the desk. beep The radio slips off the head and over the arm of the chair, dangling above the floor like bait to the bored cat that has wandered in as well.

The eyes are forced open to look at the console...

"Damn I've got some catching up to do."

SSCF-Rolling · « **Reply #10 on:** July 06, 2004, 06:07:16 pm »

Quote from: KAT MRess on July 06, 2004, 09:58:06 am

The room is dark.

The faint sound of jiggling keys is heard out side the door. After a few minutes, the rattle of a poorly aimed key on the metal of the lock is heard. After several attempts, a "click" is heard.

Slowly the door opens, and in staggers a very disheveled and unkempt figure. A hand aimlessly pats at the wall beside the door and eventually the overhead lights turns on. The figure winces from the sudden glare of light. It is a tall man that has not shaved for several days. There are bags under the eyes and the hair is uncombed.

It is wearing combat boots, black pants, a radio belt with a headset over the top of the head lke a telephone operator and a VERY distinctive Red shirt (complete with target on the back). It moves slowly toward the desk and eases gently into the plush chair.

After several minutes, just when it seemd the figure has fallen asleep, a hand extends and touched the console on the desk. beep The radio slips off the head and over the arm of the chair, dangling above the floor like bait to the bored cat that has wandered in as well.

The eyes are forced open to look at the console...

"Damn I've got some catching up to do."

ACK!!!!

I thought you were writing the story and that I had lost track of where you were.

Now I see that you were writing about you. Poor baby.... all tuckered out and such.

<pulls out ruby red rolling pin>

NOW, GET BUSY!!!!

LOL!!!

Seriously, get some rest.

Mail your shirt to me.

And a signed pic of Picard,

then we'll call it even.

KAT MRess · « **Reply #11 on:** July 07, 2004, 11:47:54 am »

Quote from: SSCF-Rolling on July 06, 2004, 06:07:16 pm

Seriously, get some rest.

Working on it.

Quote

Mail your shirt to me.

EEewwww, do you want it washed first? I wore for almost 3 days...

Quote

And a signed pic of Picard,

Sorry, wrong convention, he wasn't at ours. Thats SFX.

http://www.hobbystar.com/ComicConToronto/CC_Sfx_Guests.asp

This one was Toronto Trek, North America largest FAN run convention.

http://www.icomm.ca/tcon/tt18/

Which reminds me, Patterson was supposed to be there but wasn't.

Anyhow, on with the story...

As they approached the gates they could see a smaller door set within them. Obviously it was to allow common traffic. It was just off to the right of the centre of the door with a little button near the locked handle. Rolling paused before she pressed the button.

After a minute or two she pressed it again. The sound of a bolt being slid back was heard.

A smaller unnoticed panel opened in the upper part of the door and a face appeared. Rolling was bit unprepared for this face. It was covered in dark fur and had a distinctive feline shape to it. But what was most noticeable about it was the eyepatch that covered the right eye.

?Who rang that bell?!?

?We did.? came the chorus of answers.

?Can?t you read??

?Read what?? asked Dogmatix.

?The notice.?

?What notice?? said the Julins.

?The one on the door.? The face leaned out to gesture to the side. ?It?s as plain as the patch on my? oh.? The face disappeared and after a moment an arm came through the window and hung a sign to the side. The arm then disappeared and the window closed.

Everyone looked at the sign.

?Bell out of order. Please knock.?

KAT MRess · « **Reply #12 on:** July 07, 2004, 06:53:11 pm »

Quote from: Pestalence on July 02, 2004, 09:01:02 am

Umm. I know my part was very smalll, but why was my name omitted from the web version? I was the Dock Master on Kimberly's ship at the beginning...

Just wondering...

Absolutely right Pesty, my apologies.

I inadvertently posted the first draft and not the finished one. It has been corrected.

KAT MRess · « **Reply #13 on:** July 08, 2004, 08:10:17 am »

Knock, knock The face reappeared.

?Well now that more like it. Now, state your business.?

Rolling rolled her eyes.

?We want to see the Admin.?

?The Admin??

?The Admin of SFC.?

?Oh, that Admin.? The furry face paused. ?No can do.?

?What do you mean no?? Rolling was starting to get annoyed with this surprising familiar creature. ?We came all this way to see him.?

?No one sees the admin of SFC. I?ve never seen him.?

Rolling heaved an exasperated breath. ?If no one sees him, how do you know he exists??

His mouth opened as if to speak, then shut, then opened again, then shut with a puzzled one eyed expression. ?Because, he? I? you see? Oh, you?re wasting my time.?

Rolling realized he was about to shut the window again. ?No wait, you don?t understand. The Tracey Admin sent me.?

The window was almost shut, when it stopped. It opened again and the face popped out.

?The Tracey Admin??

?She gave me the Ruby Red Rolling Pin.? And she held it up.

?Wellllll, bless my Katnip. Why didn?t you say so! That a Hydran of a different colour!?

KAT Chuut-Ritt · « **Reply #14 on:** July 11, 2004, 01:27:38 am »

Thread hijack

M'ress, have you sent out an E-mail to the KATS informing all about the new forums both here and the KAT/KOTH site? If not I'm going to rig your paintball gun to misfire and turn you a nice Patriarch pink

Sorry to hijack this thread but I knew you would be sure to read it here.

KAT MRess · « **Reply #15 on:** July 13, 2004, 07:55:28 am »

All right Chuut, how did you get a hold of my paintball gun.

It jammed up right before the last big battle of the day!

No I have not posted an E-mail as I cannot get into the KAT/Koth boards myself. Can you have Kortez look at my account? Do any Kzin read the SFC2.net Mirak forums? I've posted there about these issues.

I've also been offline at home for the past couple of weeks while I redo my basement. It's finished now so I should be able to get back online the next couple of nights.

BTW: the paintball was fun. It was us (32 Blue's Crew) vs. them (124 of everyone else).

SHAMELESS PLUG ALERT. FYI for those who want to know who Blue Crew is:
http://www.emrpaintball.com/blues-crew/index.html

That's 4 to 1 odds. In the morning, we had control of the entire field with just about eveyone in the dead zone. In the afternoon they got their act together and started to use better tactics and thumped us.

The final score:

1580...

to...

0!

Yes, 0!

It was our puropose to not score any missions or objectives. Our sole purpose was to disrupt the other team. "No leadership roles, just aggressive paintball warriors."

So who really won?

Who cares, everyone had fun.

KAT MRess · « **Reply #16 on:** July 14, 2004, 08:00:26 am »

The window clicked shut and the smaller door opened.

Inside was a small courtyard that was sparsely decorated. It was obviously a reception area for anyone coming into the city, a small foyer before entering the city proper. They filed in through the door to gather in this area. As J?inn stepped through, the doorman held out his arm and blocked the way. He scrutinized the Kzin with his one good eye.

?Don?t I know you?? ha asked. J?inn was extremely nervous.

?Nope, never been here before.? He replied, not looking at the doorman and shuffling behind the Julins.

?Still,? the doormans voice took on an old, breathy, almost creaky quality, ?I never forget a facccce.? He stared at J?inn.

?Nope never been here before. That?s my story and I?m sticking to it.?

After a moment the doorman stopped staring and motioned toward the inner door.

Slowly it opened to reveal the main street through the city. If the skyline was staggering, the street was downright breathtaking.

Again the various purples provided a palette of palpable pandemonium (thpbt! type that 3 times fast!). The building were all different sizes with no two alike. Contrasts and blends abounded so that no one colour or design dominated. And yet they all complimented each other so the whole seemed almost incomplete without the others. Even the store fronts, landings, and porches and balconies were all decorated to match and yet be distinct.

The people moved to and fro, busy with their own business. They were not bipeds like our intrepid band. They were tripeds. 3 arms, 3 legs, 3 eyes, 3 ears. There even seemed to be 3 sexes. All of them coloured purple like the city around them. However, like the city, no two were alike. Different shades and even different patterns of the shades made everyone different so that even they blended with the city itself to form a moving almost poetic mass of colour. The only thing they all semmed to have in common were the smiles.

Everyone seemed happy.

?I never realized that there were so many shades of purple.? Thought Rolling, as she took in the view.

A carriage came into view, being pulled by a massive triped who, very UNlike the others was yellow.

?What is that?? J?inn blurted out as he neared them.

?Why that my friends,? replied the doorman ?Is a Hydran of a different colour! You've heard about him have you not?"

SSCF-Rolling · « **Reply #17 on:** July 14, 2004, 04:12:12 pm »

Astounding.

Age · « **Reply #18 on:** July 14, 2004, 04:43:17 pm »

I am going to have get caught up on this again as I see Goose changed his name like a few others have.I guess he starting off from where he left off.Thanks now I will find out who the Wizard is going to be.

KAT Chuut-Ritt · « **Reply #19 on:** July 15, 2004, 06:51:26 am »

posted your querry to Kortez on KAT/KOTH

saw it on D2 but figured Kortez had already fixed it.....

As for the paintball gun......

Did you think I couldn't arrange for things like that to happen?

tsk tsk

KAT MRess · « **Reply #20 on:** July 15, 2004, 12:06:19 pm »

It's a good thing I never actually got inserted due to detecting the malfunction before I went in, or else I would have gotten lit up in a major way. Flipping my bolt like that!

Anyhow, finally got a message through to Kortez. Should have some results soon.

?Where are we going?? Rolling asked the driver.

?Somewhere you can tidy up a bit before you meet the Admin.?

That got everyone?s attention. Since they were all footsore from walking and hungry for anything but apples, the proposed tidy up sounded real good. Rolling settled down into the comfy seat and forward past the large red Hydran pulling the carriage.

RED?!?!

She sat bolt upright and stared at the work-horse. She turned to the driver.

?What kind of creature is that?? and she pointed at the now green Hydran.

GREEN?!?!

?I told you, that is a Hydran of a different colour.?

She gaped at the blue puller.

?I?ve never seen anything like that before.? Even LXIX was sitting on the front beam of the carriage, alternately staring and rubbing her eyes.

?And chances are you won?t again. He?s one of a kind.?

Rolling shook her head and sat back down, LXIX curled up in her lap. With one last look at the orange beast she settled down again.

KAT MRess · « **Reply #21 on:** July 20, 2004, 12:25:28 pm »

Ready for this one?

?OOOooooo, yeah that feels sooo good. Don?t stop.? Rolling was practically in ecstacy. ?Oh ya, harder harder! Right there! Oh my??

The sensations were causing little splashes of color inside of her closed eyes. Visions of colored crayons would appear in her head as she enjoyed each new sensation.

?Where did you learn to.. ooooooooooo??

She was laid out on the bed laying face down. The masseuse was working over her lower back which was in knots after so much walking and sleeping on the ground. Having three hands was a huge benefit for the Hydran and he was able to ply her muscles like he was playing a piano. Her turned her slightly to one side and applied a little pressure.

Snip, crack.

?Oooh yeah. Right there.? A little turn in another direction.

Crack, pop.

?Don?t stop.?

LXIX was on the next table. Lying on her back with her feet straight in the air she was waving them slightly in the warm breeze from the fan. Being so small she couldn?t have a full massage, but they were able to find a small bed that vibrated at a high speed to relieve the muscles. The sore feet had been soaked in salts and were now drying off by waving them gently in the breeze. She squirmed a little to one side and licked her teeth as she readjusted her posture on the bed. It was obvious that she was feeling a lot better.

J?inn was in the next room getting a combing. Living the woods for a while tends to tangle hair and collect dirt. After a bath (which did not go over well at all) the stylists were now trying to comb out what was left. He was now lying on his front on the soft table enjoying the attention his coat was now receiving. Problem was, every time they got to his lower back, his rear legs would straighten raising his tail up to the point where they couldn?t reach it. Then they would have to wait while he relaxed so they could start again. The other draw back to the grooming were the huge claw marks in the table under his chin.

SSCF-LeRoy · « **Reply #22 on:** July 20, 2004, 12:35:10 pm »

Quote from: KAT MRess on July 20, 2004, 12:25:28 pm

?OOOooooo, yeah that feels sooo good. Don?t stop.? Rolling was practically in ecstacy. ?Oh ya, harder harder! Right there! Oh my??

The sensations were causing little splashes of color inside of her closed eyes. Visions of colored crayons would appear in her head as she enjoyed each new sensation.

?Where did you learn to.. ooooooooooo??

Why do I feel like I just walked into the wrong room?

KAT MRess · « **Reply #23 on:** August 05, 2004, 08:52:47 am »

Haven't forgotten folks, just tied up with a few things.

Besides Kim is away for the time being.

Rolling · « **Reply #24 on:** August 05, 2004, 11:05:49 am »

Quote from: KAT MRess on August 05, 2004, 08:52:47 am

Haven't forgotten folks, just tied up with a few things.

Besides Kim is away for the time being.

KAT MRess · « **Reply #25 on:** August 05, 2004, 11:08:15 am »

Uh-oh...

I think I've just been warned.

SSCF-LeRoy · « **Reply #26 on:** August 05, 2004, 11:21:15 am »

Hmmm...might be time fer me git back on the stick too...

KAT MRess · « **Reply #27 on:** August 06, 2004, 07:19:03 am »

Ummmm... I have a tiny problem.

I've lost my file of this story.

DON'T HURT ME KIM!!!!

I can download it back from the site I put it on for recap at the top of this thread. It'll just take me a couple days to get it caught up again.

The file was located on my system at work. Some changes were made and a file scrubber dumped the file. Apparently desktop files are heavily discouraged.

Good thing I sent a copy home to post the link to huh?

"When in trouble, make a backup.
When in doubt, upgrade."

Rolling · « **Reply #28 on:** August 06, 2004, 12:46:33 pm »

Quote from: KAT MRess on August 06, 2004, 07:19:03 am

Ummmm... I have a tiny problem.

I've lost my file of this story.

DON'T HURT ME KIM!!!!

I can download it back from the site I put it on for recap at the top of this thread. It'll just take me a couple days to get it caught up again.

The file was located on my system at work. Some changes were made and a file scrubber dumped the file. Apparently desktop files are heavily discouraged.

Good thing I sent a copy home to post the link to huh?

"When in trouble, make a backup.
When in doubt, upgrade."

Karbin · « **Reply #29 on:** August 06, 2004, 07:10:35 pm »

Now, now Kim.
Be nice.
After all, today is the 6th of August....Sooo,

HAPPY BIRTHDAY GOOSE

( I'm gona get sent on more Deep Space Missions for that one

)

Rolling · « **Reply #30 on:** August 06, 2004, 07:19:31 pm »

Quote from: Karbin on August 06, 2004, 07:10:35 pm

Now, now Kim.
Be nice.
After all, today is the 6th of August....Sooo,

HAPPY BIRTHDAY GOOSE

( I'm gona get sent on more Deep Space Missions for that one )

Oh!!! He's 38?!!!! Happy Birthday!!!!

Now bend over....

And one to grow on....

SSCF-LeRoy · « **Reply #31 on:** August 06, 2004, 09:19:54 pm »

Quote from: Rolling on August 06, 2004, 07:19:31 pm

Quote from: Karbin on August 06, 2004, 07:10:35 pm
Now, now Kim.
Be nice.
After all, today is the 6th of August....Sooo,

HAPPY BIRTHDAY GOOSE

( I'm gona get sent on more Deep Space Missions for that one )

Oh!!! He's 38?!!!! Happy Birthday!!!!

Now bend over....

And one to grow on....

Ouch...

I better watch out come October 4th. <shudders>

KAT MRess · « **Reply #32 on:** August 09, 2004, 10:11:28 am »

(bends over and raises butt and tail in the air...)

Thank you ma'am, may I have another?

Dogmatix proved to be a challenge. Everytime someone came close to him and tried to massage or repair his straw, he attacked. It was quite some time before anyone could get close enough to do anything to improve his appearance. Once the persuaded him to relax though, he quite enjoyed himself. After repairing some rips in his clothes he felt much better and allowed them to restuff the rest of his ?contents?. He was currently relaxing on a lounge chair while they fluffed his straw.

Julin was another story altogether. It became apparent that the cleaning facilities would not only clean off the old clotted oil, but it would also remove any rust that had built up. It rapidly degraded into all out warfare over who would get the treatment first as there was only enough oil and cleaner for one at a time. No one could win an upper hand as they all had the same thoughts at the same time. Eventually one of the cleaners stepped in and proposed a method to randomly determine who would go first.

You guessed it?

They drew straws.

Dogmatix was greatly offended.

PS, nice to have you back Kim.

KAT MRess · « **Reply #33 on:** August 10, 2004, 12:52:09 pm »

When they met outside the parlour, everyone was feeling much better. The rest and cleaning had refreshed all of them immensely. LXIX was perched on Rollings left arm so that she wouldn?t get stepped on in the hustle and bustle of the busy street.

They were all sauntering down the street. The Julins were in front walking through the crowds, shoulder to shoulder. While they weren?t forcing their way through they did create a wake behind them. This wake is where J?inn, Dogmatix, and Rolling were walking.

The pace was slow but steady toward a large building seemingly at the end of the main street. It gave Rolling plenty of time to examine various items located in the windows of the buildings. LXIX meanwhile squirmed from time to time to try and get out of Rollings grip in order to investigate something shiny or sparkly. Rolling maintained her grip on order to keep control of her. it was in the middle of one of these struggles that they were interupted.

The reverie was broken by a loud scream. Not a humanoid scream, more like that of a low flying shuttle. And indeed that is what it was.

Above the streets a shuttle of a strangely familiar design was streaking above the city. It was low enough that it seemed to almost touch the tops of the buildings. It screeched by one direction then turned and passed by in another.

Everyone in the streets at first paused to look up to see what the commotion was. The shuttle moved higher and started to spew smoke. After a couple of passes it became apparent that it was skywriting. Eventually it spelt out:

?Serendr Roling! SG3?

*****

Dizzy just shook his head while he rested it in his hand.

?Never send a Lyran to do a humans job.?

Rolling · « **Reply #34 on:** August 10, 2004, 04:18:33 pm »

Quote from: KAT MRess on August 10, 2004, 12:52:09 pm

When they met outside the parlour, everyone was feeling much better. The rest and cleaning had refreshed all of them immensely. LXIX was perched on Rollings left arm so that she wouldn?t get stepped on in the hustle and bustle of the busy street.

They were all sauntering down the street. The Julins were in front walking through the crowds, shoulder to shoulder. While they weren?t forcing their way through they did create a wake behind them. This wake is where J?inn, Dogmatix, and Rolling were walking.

The pace was slow but steady toward a large building seemingly at the end of the main street. It gave Rolling plenty of time to examine various items located in the windows of the buildings. LXIX meanwhile squirmed from time to time to try and get out of Rollings grip in order to investigate something shiny or sparkly. Rolling maintained her grip on order to keep control of her. it was in the middle of one of these struggles that they were interupted.

The reverie was broken by a loud scream. Not a humanoid scream, more like that of a low flying shuttle. And indeed that is what it was.

Above the streets a shuttle of a strangely familiar design was streaking above the city. It was low enough that it seemed to almost touch the tops of the buildings. It screeched by one direction then turned and passed by in another.

Everyone in the streets at first paused to look up to see what the commotion was. The shuttle moved higher and started to spew smoke. After a couple of passes it became apparent that it was skywriting. Eventually it spelt out:

?Serendr Roling! SG3?

*****

Dizzy just shook his head while he rested it in his hand.

?Never send a Lyran to do a humans job.?

<in a high squealing voice>

STFU!!!!

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