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Post by Fleet Captain Brock Dantara on Nov 23, 2007 4:33:29 GMT -5
This is where the crew can come for fun and recreation. Anything goes in the Holodeck, but keep it PG!
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Post by Fleet Captain Brock Dantara on Feb 17, 2008 13:35:34 GMT -5
***This was written before Admiral Washington promoted Brock to Captain***
Steven MacLeod: Steven walked in to see Commander Dantara sitting with a Lieutenant he did not know. Steven smiled at the looks he was getting since he was in traditional Scottish Attire. Steven walked up to the men, "I heard ye may be interested in my wee holoprograms, Commander."
Brock Dantara: ::Looks up::, Hello, Steven! Sure what kind of programs?
Steven MacLeod: Steven smiled, "I was just getting ready to run one of my wee historical sparring programs. Are ye interested, Commander, me laddie?"
Brock Dantara: Historical? Hmm sounds interesting. Historical sparring? Hand to hand, or weapons? not sure what history you mean. Scottish I'm sure. ::Grins::
Steven MacLeod: Steven chuckled a bit, "Why aye laddie, I was thinking of joining the greatest moment in Scots history and getting a bit of a workout at the same time." Steven grinned. "Not only would ye get a workout, but ye would learn a wee bit about ole earth at the same time." As he spoke Steven was fingering he Mor Clych necklace.
Brock Dantara: ::Nods:: I haven't studied Scottish history that much. Most of the combat styles I've mastered are ancient Japanese. As far as Earth history goes for me. What's your weapon of choice?
Steven MacLeod: Steven smiled, "Claymore's the best for this program. 'course I could also use a Katana effectively or if I'm in my Marine mood, Zulu Stick fighting works too. Claymore's my favorite though." Steven added.
Brock Dantara: That's a pretty heavy sword. Good for that type of battle. Never used one for sparring. I'm a certified expert with the katana, also one my favorites is the kasumi-gara. I'm also a marksman with shuriken. I hold a sixth degree Black belt in shotokan and isshinryu. I'm pretty good a anbo-jyitsu as well. I was sector grand champion in mixed competition for years. Since I was fourteen. I was also Starfleet freestyle champ all through my academy years, and was an instructor.
Steven MacLeod: Steven nodded, "Impressive, Commander, I have nothing that impressive to my record, merely training in Kendo, ninjitsu and Bushido, plus 15 years of SFMC training and missions. plus my Holo-program work of course."
Brock Dantara: That's nothing to sneeze at, Steven, you've had some good training. I'm always up for a good workout. Gotta keep in shape, Wedding coming up and all that. ::Laughs:: And this is my second time around for that!
Steven MacLeod: Steven chuckled, "Come on than, we got a field of Sannsech to deal with!" Steven started toward the door, and paused for the Commander to follow him.
Brock Dantara: ::He jumped up and headed for the door with his Helmsman::
Steven MacLeod: Steven lead the way to the nearest Holodeck. As they approached the doors. They slid open smoothly. Steven called, "Computer, run program McLeod Bannockburn Alpha, ready room status." The Holodeck quickly became a room filled with every bladed weapon imagined,and than some protective gear as well. Steven smiled, "Pick yer weapon and any other gear you want to use."
Brock Dantara: ::He looked over the collection and picked out a 47" Daito, and a Kasumi gara. He strapped on protective gear over his hands, feet and chest.:: This should do, right?
Steven MacLeod: Steven smiled, "If that's what ye want ta use sure." Steven quickly walked over to a 5' long Broad sword with a cross type pattern on the Pommel, a maple wood hilt. He also picked out a metal shield with some gold embossing on the sides and a crest of three lions on the center of the shield also in gold. "I'm ready to go enter the fields. And ye're self laddie?"
Brock Dantara: Is this one on one or are we fighting in an ancient battle?
Steven MacLeod: "An ancient battle. Our Klingon friends would call this battle a glorious honor." Steven grinned as he spoke, "Can't say I disagree with them any, this single battle gave Alba her freedom." "Want me ta set the stage a wee bit?"
Brock Dantara: Um...Might be a good idea. I want to make sure I fight the bad guys ::Laughs::
Steven MacLeod: "Certainty, sir, The good guys are dressed like I am in the Kilt. WE will appear near the front line and near the leader of the Scots, King Robbie the Bruce. I've set this program for minimal extras. We will be fighting the English and that's about it. I've set a timer of thirty minutes so that we are back in time. Any other questions?"
Brock Dantara: ::Thinks a moment.:: Guys in kilts good, Limeys bad. Got it. I think I may have seen this movie. Let's do this thing!
Steven MacLeod: Steven laughed, "Good, Computer cue program, set for the Bruce's speech, begin program." The room disappeared to reveal a high hill and a long watery valley. There was a man in front of Brock and Steven just beginning to speak.
Robert the Bruce:>SCOTS, wha hae wi’ WALLACE bled, Scots, wham BRUCE has aften led, Welcome to your gory bed, Or to Victorie! Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward’s grave? Wha sae base as be a Slave? Let him turn and flee! By Oppression’s woes and pains! By your Sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud Usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! LIBERTY’S in every blow!— Let us Do or Die!
Steven MacLeod: Steven glanced at Brock to see what his reaction to the speech was. He turned back to the Bruce in time to hear him say, "For Caledonia!"
Brock Dantara: ::Raises his sword:: For Caledonia! ::Turns to Steven:: Just trying to fit in around here.
Steven MacLeod: Steven chuckled as He raised his broadsword, and gave the cry, "Alba Gu Brath!" and charged down the hill.
Brock Dantara: ::Getting into the spirit he takes off running. Sword in hand.::
Steven MacLeod: As Steven approached the first English soldier, he ducks low to avoid the swing, and comes up with a quick thrust. Moving around to the next soldier Steven pulls a quick push with his shield and uses the point of his shield and the surprised soldier. Steven looks around for Brock. "How are you doing Commander?"
Brock Dantara: ::one comes for Brock with a downward thrust. He brings his sword around, blocking,,spins and slices into the man's gut.:: Great! This is fun! What time do we break for lunch!
Steven MacLeod: Steven grins, "Well, the Scots calvary should be breaking the English line, right about...now." Steven said as the horses charged the line
Brock Dantara: ::laughs as he begins his spin pattern, deflecting the swords, moving and countering. He slices into several Englishmen,cutting limbs and slicing them at the belly Brock moves at blinding speed through the line of English. These men of this era have never seen a Samurai or his art. Their sword play is too slow and deliberate, He continues to pick them off::
Steven MacLeod: Steven nodded, "Aye, the Sanscessh fight that way, we Scots use a chopping speed and power based system." Steven smiled as he quickly spun around and an Englishman lost his head.
Brock Dantara: ::Sheaths his sword, looks at Steven:: Watch this. ::Pulls out a kasumi-gara, spinning the chain with the weighted spiked bal at one end. the Scythe on the other. he lets a swordsman approach him swinging. Throws the ball, wrapping it around the sword, then puling the blade down, he moves in and slices the man's throat with the scythe end.::
Steven MacLeod: Steven nodded, "Remind me not to mess with you on the Bridge."
Brock Dantara: ::Laughs:: A battle for freedom against oppression just gets my blood pumping. Hits home more than you know. ::Begins throwing shuriken, taking out 4 more of them::
Steven MacLeod: Steven smiles as he pulls out his Siagn Dubh and begins getting up close and personal with the English.
Brock Dantara: ::Takes his sword back out, letting a group of them chase him. One is about to catch him, but Brock turns and fires a sidekick into his gut, then cuts the next one.::
Steven MacLeod: Steven realizes the English are beginning to thin so he says, "Computer, end program." Steven turns to the commander, "So Commander, whatcha think?"
Brock Dantara: ::The scene turns back to the lined walls of the holodeck, Brock took a second to slow down and then began to catch his breath:: That was quite exhilarating, Steven. I appreciate the invite.
Steven MacLeod: "Your welcome to train with this program anytime you like, I got another one you might enjoy taking your fiancee to.
Brock Dantara: Really? that sounds nice. Can always use ideas for that. I have a few special programs too, that I'll introduce you to. Right now I could use a good cold drink. not to mention I'd better go see the Dr and get these cuts taken care of. They don't bother me, but Torianna will be concerned about it if she sees them. I'm sure he's feeling up to using the dermal regenerator. Actually, I'm concerned about the Dr, he needs a cardiac replacement, you know.
Steven MacLeod: "Yeah, so says the grapevine. Have a good visit, Commander , I need to go clean up, than I got to get some duty shift's figured out for Helm and I noticed a couple of issues in the English AI that needs work."
Brock Dantara: Alright, Steven, Until next time. Maybe we can get some of the others in on this if we try it again. I'm sure the new engineer would love this. I'll see you on the bridge
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Post by ryanramius on Mar 1, 2008 23:25:09 GMT -5
He walked into the Holodeck and would start to run a program that deals with Zero G.. He would close his eyes and would just float there in the air.. He had to clear his mind..
He did not say much to others about it.. He just sat there in the Air.. It felt good to him to be in Zero G.. Always made him feel at home.
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Post by ryanramius on Mar 20, 2008 18:49:16 GMT -5
He got into the holodeck.. he would put in his own program.. The room would go dark and then come back to life.. A black helo was sitting there...
His eyes would look up and out the opening out of the top of the mountain.. He would smile, as he would get on the gear and would get into the helo named Air Wolf..
His hands would move over the controls, as an old mans voice would be heired from the back of the Air ship.. " She is all ready for you..."
Ryan would nod his head. He would flip open a switch and would start her up.. A small growl like howl would come from the Wolf.. His hand would touch the collective and up they would go...
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Post by ryanramius on Mar 21, 2008 11:08:33 GMT -5
" Dom.. Give me Thrusters."
The old man in the back would smile. " I thought you would never ask."
His thumb would hit the thrusters and off they where.. Away from the Wolfs Lair and out into the desert... He always liked to fly. He would make a few turns making sure all systems where in the green.. He would go back to normal flying mode.. A howl would be heard..
His eyes scanning the area, as he was flying. The guns and missile launcher where still hidden.. He would make a hard right turn putting the lady threw her steps
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Post by ryanramius on Mar 21, 2008 19:32:17 GMT -5
After he was done flying he and Dom would take the wolf back to her lair. They would drive back to the Air field where he would move away and would get into his jeep and would drive off.. He had to get back to the cabin..
Once he got there the sun was going down... He would walk into the cabin and would look at all the paintings that where on the wall. A nod of his head was given.. He would get him self a fish and some other things and would cook him self up something to eat...
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Post by ryanramius on Mar 22, 2008 15:47:25 GMT -5
He walked back into the holo deck and started back up the program he was doing.. He would sit down on a couch and would sip some wine .. He would close his eyes, as the fire in the fire place was playing its own song....
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Post by oota on Mar 22, 2008 16:38:29 GMT -5
A Native American woman slowly walks upto the holodeck. She sees it's in use wonders if she should bother anyone who's in the program. She taps a button letting the person know she's there. She isn't going to go barging in either.
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Post by ryanramius on Mar 22, 2008 16:58:30 GMT -5
He would here the buzzer. " Enter" He would just stay sitting down, as he took a sip of his drink..
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Post by oota on Mar 22, 2008 17:02:03 GMT -5
She slowly walks into the holodeck while fixing her feathers in her hair by pushing them back a little. She looks around a bit. Nice place you got. She smiles brightly at him.
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Post by ryanramius on Mar 22, 2008 17:44:15 GMT -5
A nod of his head was given " Thank you.. I was about to go out to go for a fly in a helicopter. Care to give it a try?"
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Post by oota on Mar 23, 2008 0:36:20 GMT -5
She looks at him a little odd not even knowing what one is. It sounds interesting. I'd like to go. Her mind gets curiouser. she seems to looks around the place wondering what one is.
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Post by ryanramius on Mar 23, 2008 11:10:41 GMT -5
He would stand and opened the Door to the cabin.. " After you Oota." He would stand there and hold for a few as she walked out if she was going to....
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Post by oota on Mar 23, 2008 11:16:26 GMT -5
She slowly walks out the door looking around wondering where they are going. Thank you. She sighs a bit while fixing the eagle feathers in her hair again. She waits outside for him.
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Post by ryanramius on Mar 23, 2008 11:20:01 GMT -5
He would step out and would close the door.. Out side was a massive lake.. A dock that had a helicopter sitting on it.. In the darkning sky a bald eagle would fly over head after getting it's fish for the night meal.
" I would rather live here then any other place.." He would make his way down to where the helicopter was at
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Post by oota on Mar 23, 2008 11:35:57 GMT -5
She slowly follows him towards the helicopter. It's nice here. She still misses her own home too.
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Post by ryanramius on Mar 23, 2008 11:40:43 GMT -5
He would open the door to the helicopter and would let her get in..
"all i ask is that when in the helicopter that you do not touch anything.. it may make us crash. Well not really." A nod of his head was given to her
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Post by oota on Mar 23, 2008 11:47:37 GMT -5
She gulps as she gets into the helicopter afraid to touch anything. She takes her flute out of her back pocket so its not bothering her. She puts the flute on her lap since she never goes anywhere without it. She grips the flute tightly in her hands. Her nervousness shows.
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Post by ryanramius on Mar 23, 2008 11:55:16 GMT -5
Closing the door, as he would move to the other side of the chopper and would get in.. He would pull down a head set and place it on.. He would hand her one so that they can still talk..
His hands would then start to flip switches on the chopper.. Slowly the blades over head would start to move.. The tail router would also start to move. He would place his hand on the collective and would turn it slightly, as the blades would start to move faster over top of them.
" We are going to head to the air port in town.. It is about an 2 hour flight."
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Post by oota on Mar 23, 2008 12:12:39 GMT -5
She takes the headset, puts it on. She looks very nervous as she sticks it on her head. She nods her head slowly. She places her hands back on her flute. She starts shaking as the helicopter's blades starts turning.
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