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A note from Capt. Stacey Templar, CO of the Mercutio:

This is one of my favorite logs.  It epitomizes the struggle between duty and family. Henry had just lost his wife to a transporter accident.  He had returned home with his children to be with his family.  Upon his return, he had a chat with a fellow crewmember on why he came back.

“Burning Out His Fuse” by Henry Crow

Following the physical and somewhat contentious meeting with Dr. Melanick, he wandered the halls a little, finding his way to the mess.  As he entered a few people glanced up silently but quickly broke the eye contact when he returned the gesture.

Taking a seat in the back of the room by a viewport, he watched the stars etch by like steaks of lightening.  After a few moments, a younger member of staff, a security officer he vaguely remembered before he’d left came up, standing at attention.

“I’m not active duty, kid.”

“Uh..Sir…may I join you?”

“It’s a free country.”

“Sir?”

“An old saying.”

The younger man quickly sat across from him.  “Sir, they’re all wondering why you came back.  After what happened….we figured you’d had enough.”

“It’s a long story.”

“I have all night.”

That small amount of assertiveness brought his eyes from the stars to the younger officer.

“I had a talk with my family back home and even after that I was unsure but my sister took charge and made all the arrangements.

“She packed my bags that night pre-flight.  Zero hour for the shuttle back here was nine a.m.  And I started thinking, I’m gonna be high as a kite by then.”  His eyes returned to the stars.  “I miss the Earth so much….I miss my wife.  You know kid, it’s lonely out in space, when you’re on such a…timeless flight.”

The younger man’s eyes never left his former Commander.

“And I think it’s gonna be a long, long time, till touchdown brings me round again to find I’m not the man they think I am at home”  He paused, sighing almost.  “No, no….cause deep down I’m a rocket man, who’s just burning up his fuse out here, alone.”

“But you have your daughter with you, that’s what I’ve heard.”

“Mars ain’t the kind of place to raise a kid, in fact it’s cold as hell.  Besides, there’s no one there to raise them if you did.”  He motioned around at the ship around them.  “And all this science I don’t understand.  It’s just my job five days a week, ya know…being a rocket man, like they used to say.”
“Well if it’s all the same to you Sir, I’m glad you’re back.  We’re all hoping the Captain comes to her senses and reinstates you.”

“Kid, I think it’s gonna be a long, long time…”

After a skip month, we’re back! The latest issue of the SLA Monthly has just been published. I would like to thank the hosts and crew of the USS Mercutio for being June’s profiled crew.

This month brings us a new ongoing feature on page 3: The Moderator Chair’s monthly updates. They’ll be here every month to give you an idea of what’s happened this past month and what to expect next month.

Be sure to check out the Mercutio crew’s favorite log and read Danae Tullaris’ log right here on the Monthly Web site!

As always, feel free to submit stories, special news from your sim or anything else you think would make a nice addition to the Monthly by pressing the Submit Stories link in the right hand column. Please remember that the Publications Chair has final say on all content.

And I’ll see everyone next month.

Prax Jarvin, Publications Chair

Thanks to Tavey of Torchwood Ten for providing the Monthly with a peek at the current mission.

The Eye in the Sky by Tavey
An artifact was stolen from Torchwood One during the upheaval of Canary Wharf, one that is immensely dangerous. The item is one part of four, deliberately separated years before. Derowen MacFie, realising the danger, called in help. John Smith, (Played by Jake Sjet), from the ‘lost’ Torchwood Four arrived, bringing with him an agenda all his own.

A foray into Torchwood Tower has proven to be a disaster. At the current point in the tale, they have been attacked by two different foes, each with an entirely objective. One group, strange controlled sand and earth creatures are after an item that the group brought with them; the other, an immense Earth Golem who seems to be an old Torchwood Ten member, after MacFie. Some of the team are badly hurt. One, Rick Stowell, the research guru of Ten, was revealed to be some kind of artificial creature that dissolved into sand before their eyes. Derowen MacFie, clasped in the arms of the golem, and in a desperate attempt to destroy it, fell four stories into the lobby floor.

Torchwood Ten is in retreat, hoping that they can get back to the Hub before too much more damage is done to London City and before Derowen dies from her injuries.

Torchwood Ten Logo

Here are the bios for Black Scar Ozzy’s characters that couldn’t be printed in the Monthly. Thanks again to Black Scar Ozzy for being profiled this Month. I hope everyone enjoys.
Lieutenant Commander Kurayami Sennai; Tacical/Security Officer
A genetically altered warrior from an, now extinct race (bar two). He took the only option left to him: Leave his Homeworld and join up with an alien group called the Federation.

Full bio available here.

Frederick Bellmore James Black; Torchwood Operative
A vigilante by night, helping those that need help, and beating up those that pick on the weak. Now also plies his trade with Torchwood to save the Great English Empire.

Full bio available here.

Flight Lieutenant Black Scar
Black Scar had a rough childhood after his Mother died, and his Father could never love him, as he blamed him for his wife’s death. Black’s Father gave him a nasty scar down his left cheek after a heated argument when Black was five. He then ran away and was taken in by an underworld street thug gang called the Hawkbats. He had to leave Coruscant after doing an assassination job; having been spotted.

He found himself then as a smuggler. After being captured by Jabba the Hutt, after a failing to swindle him out of a deal, Black found his life in Jabba’s hands. So he became a successful bounty hunter for Jabba.
He finally earned his freedom, only to lose everything he’d worked for after taking on a bounty for Nerida. They found themselves in an unlikely partnership to save their lives, as they escaped from a top secret Imperial base. Stuck with each other, Black follows Nerida to her Rebel contact. They were accepted, and as Black had preformed a service to the Rebels during his smuggling career was given the rank off Flight Lieutenant, and shipped to the Dragon Squadron.

Full bio available here.

The latest issue of the SLA Monthly has just been published.  I would like to thank the hosts and crew of Torchwood Ten for being April’s profiled crew.

Be sure to check out the sneak of Torchwood Ten’s current plot and read Black Scar Ozzy’s character bios right here on the Monthly Web site!

As always, feel free to submit stories, special news from your sim or anything else you think would make a nice addition to the Monthly by pressing the Submit Stories link in the right hand column.  Please remember that the Publications Chair has final say on all content.

And I’ll see everyone next month.

Prax Jarvin, Publications Chair

Thanks to Mikey for letting us post her favorite log for everyone to see. I hope everyone enjoys it. 

It had been twenty minutes since Mikey had lit up the stations consoles with her message and she still hadn’t received a response. Not that she really expected one, anyone likely to be aboard would know what the Grackan Alliance was, seeing as they were probably in the same business and wouldn’t want to broadcast the fact.  ‘At least they won’t think we’re federation’ she thought to herself. In that business feds were not welcome guests. Chuckling to herself she thought about the old banger they had parked downstairs, it didn’t exactly scream conformity and precision like your avergae federation vessel.

While waiting for a response Mikey had set to work on the life support systems. Since her suit was completely useless she’d shrugged it off, bar the boots, which was an agony and a pleasure at the same time. Now free to move she felt better but her ankle was paying for the limited pressure she was putting on it, hobbling from console to console leaning on a rudimentary crutch of spare bulkhead. Her ankle had begun swelling in earnest and she congratulated herself on getting her boot back on while it had still fit. Atmosphere had now been returned to all sections of the station, which meant she could actually leave the room and find out what was going on with the rest of the team.

She’d spent enough time on old tubs to know what sounds were the station and what weren’t and she was now sure not only were they not alone but they had some humanoid company. Company who didn’t mind letting you know they were here while they moved about the station, they moved with purpose too, these people knew this place.

“Right Hank,” she said outloud to her newly named computer companion “lets go meet the neighbours.” Putting as much of her weight on the crutch as she could Mikey made her way to the nearest ladder and started the climb back down to the computer core. She had to leave her crutch behind but was confident she could find something else when she got there. She put most of her weight on her hands and hopped her one good foot down the railings, slipping more than once as she descended between decks.

Any other time she would have been grinning like the preverbial Cheshire cat, she’d always wanted to see one of these stations but somehow this particular one had lost a significant part of it’s glow. Hank was a fixer-upper that’s for sure and the more she looked around the more she realised how perfect this place was for traders. Anything worth salvaging had been gone years ago, the world below had little interest in the place and with a never ending labyrinth of GNDN’s which Go Nowhere and Do Nothing, storage would never be a problem. She felt the twinge of jealousy that someone else had found it first.

That was when she heard it, voices. Hanging by her hands between decks five and six Mikey could make out voices. At least two, though one sounded muffled, like comm chatter. From what she could make out this guy was in charge, he had that tone she would always associate with no-mess, no-fuss trader captains. Not wanting to risk discovery again she held her position as the voice got closer.

It was through sheer force of habit she remembered to breath as the voice passed by the ladder access within a minimum of ten feet. “…just take care of the one in the lab i’ll contact our ride, maybe we can make a few extra credits out of this little debacle. Oh and don’t forget the spiders, those buggers cost a fortune so we’re not leaving any behind.” There was a murmur Mikey couldn’t quite make out and then the response “Fine. Just remember you promised me the morons share if I offed him while we were here. Are we setting charges before we leave or not because…” The rest of the response was lost as the captain walked away. Moving with a little more haste Mikey resumed her descent, she’d think about what she’d heard when she found the others.

Her feet finally touched down on the appropriate deck and within seconds she had a piece of piping which, when the end was covered by her uniform jacket, served as a reasonably comfortable crutch. Pulling her phaser out she advanced slowly down the corridor, some lighting had been returned by she-knew-not-who but she was grateful for whatever illumination there was. It was impossible to progress silently so when she heard the approach of someone else she was ready, half tucked behind some empty crates, then she saw as flash of light reflecting from a comm badge.

Mikey hustled out from behind the crates and shuffled down the corridor, hopefully none of their neighbours had lifted one from her crewmates. The closer she got the more she recognised the figure, it looked like Star. Sure enough the woman turned around as Mikey approached. Star moved forward quietly, not looking in the best of health herself, as they came together she whispered “Drake, we have a problem, and I need your help.”

Shifting her weight to her good ankle Mikey whispered back. “Commander, you ain’t kidding.”

The latest issue of the SLA Monthly has just been published.  I would like to thank the hosts and crew of Star Trek: Into the Darkening Tide for being March’s profiled crew.

Be sure to read Mikey Drake’s favorite personal log right here on the Monthly Web site.

As always, feel free to submit stories, special news from your sim or anything else you think would make a nice addition to the Monthly by pressing the Submit Stories link in the right hand column.  Please remember that the Publications Chair has final say on all content.

And I’ll see everyone next month.

Prax Jarvin, Publications Chair

It’s a few hours shy, but who’s counting. Here’s the latest issue of the SLA Monthly. I would like to thank the hosts and crew of Stargate SG-8 for this being this month’s spotlit crew.

Be sure to check out the two special articles accompanying this issue of the Monthly, right above this one.

I would also like to announce the new stories link, located in the right hand links section. Feel free to click on it to submit stories, special news from your sim or anything else you think would make a nice addition to the Monthly. Please remember that the Publications Chair has final say on all content.

Thanks everyone and see you next month.

Prax Jarvin, Publications Chair

I would like to announce the release of a new issue of the SLA Monthly. I would like to thank the hosts of the Lionheart and EBBeaver for being profiled this issue, as well as thanking them for submitting their own, original content.

This month’s issue highlights the USS Lionheart and the simmer who plays Dr. Thomas Arnet on the USS Potemkin. Both sims are members of Cochrane Fleet. The issue also includes the December Fleet Stauts Report information.

Mentioned briefly in The Monthly, I would like to welcome any and all submissions of news from any sims in the SLA. This news can range from in character weddings, promotions and guest sim opportunities to special announcements about the sim or the real life players. I would ask the hosts of these sims to relay this information. This news will also accompany reproductions of important bills or special discussions from the council, with their permission, and if space permits, some genre news. The latter especially applies with the forthcoming Star Trek XI 11 months away.

If you have sim news you would like to submit, please e-mail me at praxjavin@gmail.com. Please entitle your e-mail “[Your Sim's Name] News for the Monthly.”

Enjoy,

Prax Jarvin, Publications Chair

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