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Jan. 5th, 2021
( Highland, Texas )
Lawndale, September 17, 1996
Jane Lane entered the Self esteem class. Immediately she noticed that Mr. O'Neill had the same psychobabble on the board as before, and that the class was the same. The only new student was a shaggy haired boy. 'It would be interesting to sketch him,' Jane thought with a smile. She sat down.
A few moments later, another new student came in. She was wearing all black and the color of her hair reminded Jane of that of her sister, Penny. 'If Penny had waist length hair,' Jane thought. She seemed rather annoyed to be there.
Soon Mr. O'Neill started the class. “Esteem... a teen. They don't really rhyme, do they? The sounds don't quite mesh. And that, in fact, is often the case when it comes to a teen and esteem. The two just don't seem to go together. But we are here to begin realizing your actuality...”
'The same old babble,' Jane thought as she sketched. However something new happened.
“Um, Mr. O'Neill,” It was the new red headed girl. “I have a question.”
“Sorry, question and answer time is later.”
“I'd like to know what "realizing your actuality" means.”
“It means... look, just let me get through this part, okay? Then there'll be a video!” Mr, O'Neill said to her. He turned back to the class. “Before we unlock your potential...”
Jane leaned forwards “He doesn't know what it means. He's got the speech memorized. Just enjoy the nice man's soothing voice.”
“How am I supposed to get anything out of this class if he's speaking gibberish!”
“I can fill you in later. I've taken this course six times.”
“OK.”
Jane and her new friend, Quinn, walked towards Jane's house.
“So, then, after the role-playing, next class they put the girls and the guys in separate rooms and a female counselor talks to us about body image,” Jane said.
“I can guess what they talk to the boys about,” Quinn said. She and Jane stopped.
“Nocturnal emissions,” they both said. Quinn shuddered.
“Ick! Jane, I don't get it, if you have the whole course memorised, why not just test out of it?”
“I could pass the test, but I like having low self-esteem. It makes me feel special,” Jane said as they approached a cream colored house with an ill maintained yard...
Lawndale, September 17, 1996
Jane Lane entered the Self esteem class. Immediately she noticed that Mr. O'Neill had the same psychobabble on the board as before, and that the class was the same. The only new student was a shaggy haired boy. 'It would be interesting to sketch him,' Jane thought with a smile. She sat down.
A few moments later, another new student came in. She was wearing all black and the color of her hair reminded Jane of that of her sister, Penny. 'If Penny had waist length hair,' Jane thought. She seemed rather annoyed to be there.
Soon Mr. O'Neill started the class. “Esteem... a teen. They don't really rhyme, do they? The sounds don't quite mesh. And that, in fact, is often the case when it comes to a teen and esteem. The two just don't seem to go together. But we are here to begin realizing your actuality...”
'The same old babble,' Jane thought as she sketched. However something new happened.
“Um, Mr. O'Neill,” It was the new red headed girl. “I have a question.”
“Sorry, question and answer time is later.”
“I'd like to know what "realizing your actuality" means.”
“It means... look, just let me get through this part, okay? Then there'll be a video!” Mr, O'Neill said to her. He turned back to the class. “Before we unlock your potential...”
Jane leaned forwards “He doesn't know what it means. He's got the speech memorized. Just enjoy the nice man's soothing voice.”
“How am I supposed to get anything out of this class if he's speaking gibberish!”
“I can fill you in later. I've taken this course six times.”
“OK.”
Jane and her new friend, Quinn, walked towards Jane's house.
“So, then, after the role-playing, next class they put the girls and the guys in separate rooms and a female counselor talks to us about body image,” Jane said.
“I can guess what they talk to the boys about,” Quinn said. She and Jane stopped.
“Nocturnal emissions,” they both said. Quinn shuddered.
“Ick! Jane, I don't get it, if you have the whole course memorised, why not just test out of it?”
“I could pass the test, but I like having low self-esteem. It makes me feel special,” Jane said as they approached a cream colored house with an ill maintained yard...
4th January 2021 Writing
Jan. 5th, 2021 12:16 pm4th
Excerpt from: Mysteries of Lawndale: Night of the Coffee House
“Not to you, no.”
“Jane Lane. Late!”
Jane grumbled. She knew Miss Morris had it in for her family. She was certain that was one reason why Penny had gone off grid.
Words: 32
Excerpt from: Brittany – Party Time:
He started looking for her.
‘Just because people are snotty and cliquey is no reason not to like them,’ Quinn thought as she located Sandi and Tori talking near one of the ceramic tigers. She was sure she had overheard someone say that they were great!
“Quinn?”
She turned and saw Joey. She may have sent Jeffy and the other one away, but not him. “Yes, Joey?”
“Would you like a dance?”
“Not yet. But you can get me some crisps.”
“Sure!”
Daria watched Jamie leave. “Quinn’s already causing trouble!”
“I’ll tell Andrea,” Donna responded.
“Good.”
Donna quickly found Andrea.
Words: 100
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Total: 423
Excerpt from: Mysteries of Lawndale: Night of the Coffee House
“Not to you, no.”
“Jane Lane. Late!”
Jane grumbled. She knew Miss Morris had it in for her family. She was certain that was one reason why Penny had gone off grid.
Words: 32
Excerpt from: Brittany – Party Time:
He started looking for her.
‘Just because people are snotty and cliquey is no reason not to like them,’ Quinn thought as she located Sandi and Tori talking near one of the ceramic tigers. She was sure she had overheard someone say that they were great!
“Quinn?”
She turned and saw Joey. She may have sent Jeffy and the other one away, but not him. “Yes, Joey?”
“Would you like a dance?”
“Not yet. But you can get me some crisps.”
“Sure!”
Daria watched Jamie leave. “Quinn’s already causing trouble!”
“I’ll tell Andrea,” Donna responded.
“Good.”
Donna quickly found Andrea.
Words: 100
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Total: 423
Beginnings - A New Generation: Farpoint
Jan. 5th, 2021 12:31 pmStar Trek: A New Generation
Farpoint
Captain Jean-Luc Picard wandered the corridors of his new command, the USS Enterprise NCC 1701-D, an example of the Galaxy class. It was an example of how advanced the Federation had become in the two centuries since its founding. Having just left Sector 001 they would reach their destination at Deneb IV in less than a day. ‘Remarkable. It would have taken the Stargazer a week!’ he thought as he stepped into a turbolift. “Bridge.” He was sure he was ready for the command, despite being out of it for nearly a decade.
A month earlier
Picard entered Admiral Satie’s office. “Jean-Luc, welcome,” she said.
“Good Morning,” he said as he sat down and sipped at the offered tea.
“You have received your orders?” she asked.
“Yes, Admiral. To take command of the Enterprise and begin a voyage of exploration. But…”
“But?”
“It nearly a decade since the Stargazer was lost. I’m not sure I still have it in me.”
The Admiral raised her hand. “I have confidence in you. So does the rest of the Admiralty. I have read the reports on your recent missions. You did well in a command role. Besides you will have an experienced First Officer. The field has narrowed down to a few officers.”
That did reassure him, but there was one niggle. “I’m also not sure having children aboard a starship is a good decision.”
“If we are going to have long term missions, we can’t have officers who have families miss them for long periods.”
Picard had heard that argument before. “I understand. I guess I will have to let the First Officer deal with them.”
“Is that all, Captain?”
“Yes.”
Enterprise – Present
Diplomatic Officer and Chief Counsellor Deanna Troi looked over the bridge as she emerged from one of the turbolift. Most of the Senior Officers were there. The Android, Data, stood up from the Command Chair. “Welcome Counsellor,” he said.
“Afternoon, Data,” she said, trying to warm.
“We’re one hour, forty-seven minutes out from Deneb IV, maintaining a speed of Warp 9.”
“Making good progress,” Troi said as she sat at her station, next to the command chair.
Data nodded and sat down again.
She activated her terminal and looked over the information on Deneb IV again. It didn’t really tell her anything she didn’t know. That the Bandi had been able to build Farpoint over a very short period of time was part of the reason Starfleet had sent Enterprise to investigate. There were rumours that they intended to join the Federation. ‘I’m certain I’ll be able to determine if that is true or not,’ she thought as she played with a lock of hair. She quickly stopped that action. She looked around.
None of the other officers had seen that action. She was sure. She sighed inwardly. ‘Counsellor, counsel yourself,’ she chided. That was one reason she usually wore it tied up. She made a note to schedule a session with one of the Junior Counsellors for sometime the next week. She heard one of the turbolift doors open and saw the Captain come back to the bridge.
“You will agree, Data, that Starfleet’s orders are difficult?”
“Difficult? Simply solve the mystery of Farpoint Station,” the Android officer stated. He looked, perplexed. Unlike everyone else aboard Enterprise, she could read very little from him.
“As simple as that,” the Captain added.
“Farpoint Station,” she mused. “Even the name sounds mysterious.” If it wasn’t too good to be true, it would be a very useful forward base for exploration of the regions beyond, given that First Contact with the Bandi had only occurred less than twenty years earlier.
Farpoint
Captain Jean-Luc Picard wandered the corridors of his new command, the USS Enterprise NCC 1701-D, an example of the Galaxy class. It was an example of how advanced the Federation had become in the two centuries since its founding. Having just left Sector 001 they would reach their destination at Deneb IV in less than a day. ‘Remarkable. It would have taken the Stargazer a week!’ he thought as he stepped into a turbolift. “Bridge.” He was sure he was ready for the command, despite being out of it for nearly a decade.
A month earlier
Picard entered Admiral Satie’s office. “Jean-Luc, welcome,” she said.
“Good Morning,” he said as he sat down and sipped at the offered tea.
“You have received your orders?” she asked.
“Yes, Admiral. To take command of the Enterprise and begin a voyage of exploration. But…”
“But?”
“It nearly a decade since the Stargazer was lost. I’m not sure I still have it in me.”
The Admiral raised her hand. “I have confidence in you. So does the rest of the Admiralty. I have read the reports on your recent missions. You did well in a command role. Besides you will have an experienced First Officer. The field has narrowed down to a few officers.”
That did reassure him, but there was one niggle. “I’m also not sure having children aboard a starship is a good decision.”
“If we are going to have long term missions, we can’t have officers who have families miss them for long periods.”
Picard had heard that argument before. “I understand. I guess I will have to let the First Officer deal with them.”
“Is that all, Captain?”
“Yes.”
Enterprise – Present
Diplomatic Officer and Chief Counsellor Deanna Troi looked over the bridge as she emerged from one of the turbolift. Most of the Senior Officers were there. The Android, Data, stood up from the Command Chair. “Welcome Counsellor,” he said.
“Afternoon, Data,” she said, trying to warm.
“We’re one hour, forty-seven minutes out from Deneb IV, maintaining a speed of Warp 9.”
“Making good progress,” Troi said as she sat at her station, next to the command chair.
Data nodded and sat down again.
She activated her terminal and looked over the information on Deneb IV again. It didn’t really tell her anything she didn’t know. That the Bandi had been able to build Farpoint over a very short period of time was part of the reason Starfleet had sent Enterprise to investigate. There were rumours that they intended to join the Federation. ‘I’m certain I’ll be able to determine if that is true or not,’ she thought as she played with a lock of hair. She quickly stopped that action. She looked around.
None of the other officers had seen that action. She was sure. She sighed inwardly. ‘Counsellor, counsel yourself,’ she chided. That was one reason she usually wore it tied up. She made a note to schedule a session with one of the Junior Counsellors for sometime the next week. She heard one of the turbolift doors open and saw the Captain come back to the bridge.
“You will agree, Data, that Starfleet’s orders are difficult?”
“Difficult? Simply solve the mystery of Farpoint Station,” the Android officer stated. He looked, perplexed. Unlike everyone else aboard Enterprise, she could read very little from him.
“As simple as that,” the Captain added.
“Farpoint Station,” she mused. “Even the name sounds mysterious.” If it wasn’t too good to be true, it would be a very useful forward base for exploration of the regions beyond, given that First Contact with the Bandi had only occurred less than twenty years earlier.