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Malcolm Reed
17 July 2010 @ 09:20 pm
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Malcolm Reed
11 January 2009 @ 06:15 pm
What happened?

Where are we?

WHEN are we???
Current Mood: confusedconfused
Malcolm Reed
14 February 2006 @ 10:41 pm
Thank you
Malcolm Reed
02 September 2005 @ 01:42 am
OOC: I and my socker thank the usual suspect(s) for birthday present :)
Malcolm Reed
25 August 2005 @ 09:13 am
Captain Archer is recovering well. It seems in the end that we made the correct decision regarding the entity, which is now sitting in engineering, waiting for us to work out a safe way to move it to the launch bay. I'd prefer if we could rig up some way to talk to it.. or 'them' as it were, before we try anything, simply because I want to make sure it won't just turn around and come back at us.

It may be best to simply leave that kind of decision now to Captain Archer, once he's returned to duty in a few days.

Now that the immediate crisis with him has been restored, I've turned my attention to Commander Tucker. Since he disappeared we have now ruled out thr possibility of a repeat of his abduction. Instead it seems that while tinkering with our malfunctioning PIF device, he has inadvertantly opened one up. Not only in front of him but right in front of him, giving him no chance to get help before being pulled into it by it's own strength. Luckily he was able to leave the device behind but with it not recording destinations, it's like looking for a needle in a haystack. We can only hope that wherever he has ended up, he's able to try and help himself as much as we can try to help him, so that in the end, he may be able to bring himself home again.

We won't give up however. I have a team of engineers working round the clock as well as having assigned Ensign Secorro and Major Hayes to help where they can. Both are close to the Commander, and keeping themselves busy trying to help him seemed a good choice for them right now. Until the Commander's safe return, Commander Kelby has taken up the reins in Engineering. He's a competant engineer, very good at his job, if a little distant at times. He lacks the rapport with the staff down there that Tucker had has but with time I'm sure that could develop.

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Malcolm Reed
28 July 2005 @ 10:46 pm
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::arrives back in Quarters... Kids are now with Chef, planning a night sleeping under the stars in the observation deck.. a night for them away, night and day.. mini camping adventure...::

::..peace and quiet for the fathers...::

::comes in in front of Jon and heads to the kids door, closing it completely over, turning a leaning against it, raises eyebrows a little::


Any plans for what we can do for 24 hours without children..?

Malcolm Reed
23 February 2005 @ 12:16 am
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Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
Malcolm Reed
21 February 2005 @ 03:27 pm
::has been in the gym for an hour.. still has plenty of time before kids finish school for the day so plans to get in another good hour hopefully here::

::already done 10 miles on the treadmill, 20 on the bikes... and did a few hand to hand procedures in front of the mirror::

::gym nice and quiet, everyone on shift or sleeping until their next...::

::has been using sais again for last ten minutes or so, running through various training routines that had learned from admiraltucker. Had also decided to get the dummy punchbag out from storage, and taken a few throws at it::

::now stands in front of mirror again, running through more exercises with sais as well this time, seeing if can adapt some for use with the blade::

::swings sais round using handles to aid punches and then back to strike forward, turns into another routine facing away from mirror, handles... turn strike.. handles in, strike down... breathes... handles out strike down FUUUUUUUUCCCKKKK!!!!::

::falls to the ground, seering pain through leg, familiar seering pain, eyes screwed shut, leg out in front of self, other crumpled below... handles IN you stupid bloody fool..::


::opens eyes, breathing harsh, looking down at leg::

::close to where the romulan mine had struck right through leg is holding sai in death grip as can see the blade has gone into leg about two inches... closer to inner thigh this time.. not all the way through that's something.. Phlox can fix it, no bother.. right as rain...::

::looks up.. comm about 8 feet away on wall::

fuck it.. damn gotta...

::eases self up slowly, trying not to move leg too much and keeping hold of sai, not wanting to take it out yet.. hobbles over to comm on wall::

Reed to sickbay, medical emergency in the gym...... ow.....

::slides down wall::

Current Mood: crankycranky
Malcolm Reed
20 February 2005 @ 03:58 pm
::heads down to sickbay for.. *sigh* regular therapy sessions::

::under most normal circumstances would hate having these but... has decided is going to put up with them and besides, doesn't have much else to do around here... possibly even less soon enough::

::comes in, slows down.. curtain drawn around one bed, knows who that is.. quiet apart from that::

::takes a few more steps in.. if he's busy can just forget about it for today, really::