Stargate 11

[ionnsaigh]

Welcome aboard

[bud]

see just the same auld story

boring.....

[jock the boat]

Hoot u on aboot noo i will sigh?
And bud ure no much better, youre that exciting u cannae even dae an ellipsis properly. jog on son

[ionnsaigh]

No squabbles in the ranks please - fasten seat belts - the stars await.

[EMDEE]

Ionnsaigh, naebody can accuse you of not being persistent.

[ionnsaigh]

This is ground control to Major O Din
" Nip it in the bud, wiser men have tried and failed ".
This is Major Din to ground control
" I will pay close attention, I don't want to rock the boat "

We swept by Mars on this the first day. I allowed time for members of the crew to photograph the planet.
I flew the graft over the Valles Marineris the huge volcanoes could be clearly seen in the Tharsis region.
This caused a great deal of excitement among the crew - good for morale. We then went through the Columbia Hills littered with blue green cracked volcanic rock - that lie at the feet of Apollinaris Patera.
The chief engineer Bill selected 50 members of crew at random - They spent Two hours flying inside the rims of Olympus Mons the multiple calderas and lava flows carved millions of years ago - seem to float - in a sea of red orange rust dust.
Signing out SS Tyrekin.

[Machrihanish]

kinda like Flash Gordon meets Star Trek
would make a great TV series !

[EMDEE]

Maybe Ionnsaigh would make a good science fiction writer.

[ionnsaigh]

Captain Slog
This our second day out - we have successfully maneuvered the ship into Neptune's - the big blues - orbit. As Neptunes Orbital period is 164.9 years - We will have to play catch up - hopefully in Six months time.
Chief Engineer Captain bill Corby reported - Three impacts on the shield at 0800hrs. I never felt a thing - so the shield seems to be holding it's own. The ship flies like a wee spitfire - she moves swiftly an sweetly - steady as she goes - the shiny stars await.
Both MOD and Bent appear to have settled their recent misunderstanding - however the disappearance of a crew member - has caused some degree of talk within the general ranks - it has been reported that this member may have been taken Hostage. The sheer scale of the ship would make it virtually impossible to search. I have submitted the appropriate missing in line of duty forms - to ground control.
Signing out SS Tyrekin.

[Muffinz]

he'd make a good something, tho not a stalker, he was spotted ootside my hoose, my dad said if him and his buddy had come to the door they'd have got such a slap, he changed his mind when i told him at least one of them would probably enjoy it, i canna take him anywhere, he's locked himself in the shed to read leb, i thought it was a book but he wasn't carrying one?

i read this one first before seeing the other one, i showed it to my father, took it out to the shed and gave the secret knock, and he was still laughing when i came back in

he muttered something about, hope i get this right?

some are born a'holes

some strive to be a'holes and

some have a'holes inflicted upon them, he said he comes into the third category and the poster ? well obviusly the first, did i get that right?

[ionnsaigh]

Wan reason ye never saw a book is - it wiz in his heid. Mibae he is trying tae keep oot yer road in the shed - no wantin tae get under yer feet. Am away tae read ma version o rid leb. Tell yur Da a wiz askin fur him.
kind regards.

[Ileach B]

he'd make a good something, tho not a stalker, he was spotted ootside my hoose, my dad said if him and his buddy had come to the door they'd have got such a slap, he changed his mind when i told him at least one of them would probably enjoy it, i canna take him anywhere, he's locked himself in the shed to read leb, i thought it was a book but he wasn't carrying one?

i read this one first before seeing the other one, i showed it to my father, took it out to the shed and gave the secret knock, and he was still laughing when i came back in

he muttered something about, hope i get this right?

some are born a'holes

some strive to be a'holes and

some have a'holes inflicted upon them, he said he comes into the third category and the poster ? well obviusly the first, did i get that right?

Muffinz - am sure someone is desperate to ask you - but are you your dad in disguise? Yes or No?But more to the point, most know who you are!

[Jock Strap]

he muttered something about, hope i get this right?

some are born a'holes

some strive to be a'holes and

some have a'holes inflicted upon them, he said he comes into the third category and the poster ? well obviusly the first, did i get that right?

Tut, tut, sad when people start speaking to themselves about themselves...

Anyway, as usual you are going off thread so bring this back on thread....Ionns....good stuff

[ionnsaigh]

Captain Slog
Second Day supplement.

Twinkle twinkle little star.
1400hrs handover meeting: Captain Bent and team take over control. I check the rota - it appears I have 24hrs leave. I decide to stretch my legs - and further familiarize myself with the ship. Grabbing a couple of beers I head off to the forest - setting the control to mid summer morning conditions. I make my way to a wee place next to a clearing - a park bench awaits. The swish sound on entering - disturbed two gypsy moths who flew off - towards the tall standing pine.
Fresh air fills my lungs - a nearby burn gurgles and runs. Sunlight has penetrated the canopy above - shafts of brilliant white light stab the gloom - butterflies dance a merry dance - birdsong play a chirpy tune. Two red deer grazing on lush green shoots - stop suddenly - frozen to the spot - memories of home invade.

Looking out on Mother Earth "The Blue Marble" slowly becomes smaller - as pain becomes pronounced - engulfed in wave after wave of self pity - I drink deep - and light my cannabis cigarette.
Such thoughts of Humankind - grow paradoxically in proportion - to that of the disappearing Earth - and the ever growing big picture. A sad ship sails - as we wave goodbye.
signing out
SS Tyrekin.

[The modfather]

Captain Slog
Second Day supplement.

Twinkle twinkle little star.
1400hrs handover meeting: Captain Bent and team take over control. I check the rota - it appears I have 24hrs leave. I decide to stretch my legs - and further familiarize myself with the ship. Grabbing a couple of beers I head off to the forest - setting the control to mid summer morning conditions. I make my way to a wee place next to a clearing - a park bench awaits. The swish sound on entering - disturbed two gypsy moths who flew off - towards the tall standing pine.
Fresh air fills my lungs - a nearby burn gurgles and runs. Sunlight has penetrated the canopy above - shafts of brilliant white light stab the gloom - butterflies dance a merry dance - birdsong play a chirpy tune. Two red deer grazing on lush green shoots - stop suddenly - frozen to the spot - memories of home invade.

Looking out on Mother Earth "The Blue Marble" slowly becomes smaller - as pain becomes pronounced - engulfed in wave after wave of self pity - I drink deep - and light my cannabis cigarette.
Such thoughts of Humankind - grow paradoxically in proportion - to that of the disappearing Earth - and the ever growing big picture. A sad ship sails - as we wave goodbye.
signing out
SS Tyrekin.

mmmkay