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RRW Daybreak Captain’s Log
M. Koril.
Day 1

I guess I should keep some kind of log of my activities. The last captain did, for all the good it did him. Anyway, the recorder is right here, I may as well. Today is my first day in command of the RRW Daybreak. She’s a payment from the New Romulan government, as part of the compensation and part of the job. My new crew and I were to conduct a survey of some of the planets in the area. We scanned most of one planet before encountering resistance by multiple hostile forces.

I was not told to expect Tal Shiar forces in the area, nor is the Daybreak equipped to fight grand battles. She’s barely equipped to fly in a straight line! If this was a formal situation, I would be logging a formal complaint…but it is not, and as I have been quite well compensated, I will let the issue rest. For now.

The Tal Shiar will no doubt keep their eye on this ship now. It’s only our first day, and already, the job has gotten much more difficult.

End log.

Quark’s is always a great place to make friends and learn about new cultures.
 
“When drinking in a bar, it is important to sing pirate songs.”
“Really?” Miv set her glass down and leaned forward, her companion already tilting unsteadily on the barstool.
“Oh yes,” the other woman’s words slurred merrily, “do they not sing on Cardassia?”
“Oh, of course,” Miv nodded, “but I can’t recall ever hearing any Cardassian pirate drinking songs.”
“That’s too bad,” the woman nodded solemnly, then attempted to snap her fingers, her hand coming dangerously close to knocking her mug over, “I know, I’ll teach you!”
Miv lent the woman an amused smile, “That sounds delightful!”
“Another drink!” the woman cheered, “we must drink while we sing!”
Miv gestured surreptitiously to the Ferengi bartender, “Yes, but we better make it synthahol or we will be concluding our concert in the infirmary.”

i know you deal with mostly bettas, but do you know if guppies hide a lot? i cant tell if this is normal

kai-ni:

I don’t believe that’s normal? Are they lethargic? Anyone else who keeps gups wanna chime in?

Doesn’t sound normal. Mine didn’t like to hide even when they were being chased with cups, they’d just move to a different part of the tank and resume gupping. If they’re in a high-traffic area where people are walking by all the time, maybe?
They’re just such friendly fish, in general. I haven’t really known them to be skittish.

Ok so I can understand how you can say “I don’t like suchnsuch character in suchnsuch movie”, especially if you haven’t read the books or comics or aren’t familiar with the ancient mythology or whatever extra source material there may be. Movies don’t and can’t include all of the depth a character is intended to have, and often the director’s vision is different than the original writer’s.

But I feel incredibly saddened by the person I just met who bases his entire opinion of Marvel on one Spiderman movie.

Alternates

I made a Mivrana Koril in the Romulan faction just for kicks. She’s Klingon-allied and out for vengeance. I see her as kind of a parallel-universe Miv (though not in the same mirror universe that is always shown in the series). Instead of joining Starfleet and devoting her life to strengthening Cardassia’s diplomatic ties to the rest of the galaxy…she uses her anger and skills as a weapon. Feeling betrayed by her government and the Federation, she strikes out on her own, gathering other outcasts along the way. 

Angry mercenary Miv. 

For as long as I can remember, I’ve had nightmares and fears about looking at windows at night and seeing a face staring back at me.
Not jumping out of the shadows, just staring like they know me and they’ve always been there, watching.
Now I sit here, at night, looking at huge windows and the only face I see is my own…and I realize that I’ve got that same expression on my face that I’ve always been freaked out about.
It’s strangely comforting.

Like…really. I’m the scariest thing I can throw at me. Yeah, it’s a big world and bad things happen. But so much of my anxieties and fears are me holding onto emotional crap that isn’t even mine.