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The reason is simple. I was dissatisfied with the way the early chapters were handled (them being so short was but part of the problem - compared to the later chapters, the writing was abysmal), so, as I mentioned on Starfleet Jedi, I'm completely redoing the fanfic. Another reason is that it just felt... well... incomplete, universe-wise. Some races I would've liked to use somehow were dropped, some elements were added that contradicted each other, and overall, I felt it was a mess. The fact that I had no idea what I was doing, and thus, was making it up as I went along was just icing on the cake. Now though? I have a much better plan of what I want to do with this, and have ideas to make it run smoother. The fact that my writing is infinitely better than it was in 2011 is simply a bonus. So, coming soon, we'll see the FPE reboot, "Fluidus Potentia Evangelion" (first chapter already on Starfleet Jedi's forums).

A different sort of match than usual. In this match, Quark - the Ferengi bartender from Star Trek: Deep Space Nine - and Mr. Krabs - SpongeBob's boss, and owner of the Krusty Krab - set up business in the same town. However, this town isn't big enough for the two of them, so, they each scheme to drive the other out of business. Now then, which of them pulls this off?

I know, it was between a heavily customized AR15, or an 'off the shelf' G36/K with a STANAG insert in the magwell, standard reflex sight and scope combo, and laser/light combo. That and replacing the standard knife with a bayonet. Was just trying to decide between the rifle or carbine. I'd think the rifle would have more range and accuracy for taking down pirates before they get to the boat, while the carbine would be better for if they actually get onboard the ship. These are the things a merc needs to think about after all.

Chapter Five "So, doc, how do you think the patient will be?" Sorval asked. Adams sighed, preparing to inform the captain of the medical condition of their newest guest. "He'll live, although he'll wish he didn't. He's suffered fractures to both his arms, cracked nearly all his ribs, bruised both kidneys, nearly ruptured his spleen, barely avoided breaking his femur, and collapsed one of his lungs. Thankfully, his brain escaped being damaged. That brings me to the other thing I wanted to talk to you about." Adams pressed a few buttons on the medical console, and two energy patterns appeared onscreen. "Doctor, what, exactly am I looking at?" Sorval asked. "The two neural patterns I detected when scanning the patient's brain. The first one you see is his. The second is something else entirely." "You mean like a seperate personality." "No, not exactly. In someone with multiple personalities, both neural patterns will match the body's own bio-energy signature. In this case, the second one doesn't. Not even by a longshot. It has it's own energy signature, completely independent of the patient." "So, this is more like alien or 'demonic' possession..." "Close. However, if it wasn't for this second conscioussness, he could very well be dead right now. It appears that this thing is behaving more like a guardian angel than a normal possessing entity. I'd wait until he regains conscioussness before trying to remove it." Adams said. Sorval looked at him. "Is there anything else, doctor?" Sorval asked. "Yes, actually. The patient was seen holding these two items." Adams pointed over to a table, which displayed a staff and a gun. "What the purpose of the staff is, I can only guess. It could be something of religious or social importance, a status symbol. The gun's function is obvious." Adams said. Sorval walked over to pick up the gun, but was stopped by a force field, which upon contact, filled him with a brief surge of pain. "Had to be sure that they were secure Captain. Put a Level Six security force field around them." Regaining his breath, Sorval turned to face Adams once again. "Just what kind of a gun is that?" He asked. "A particularly nasty one. Primitive, but nasty. I had Threll run a scan on it not too long ago. Apparently, it fires .75-calibre rounds with explosive heads machine gun-style." Sorval turned to Adams wide-eyed. "What kind of culture would make such a weapon?" Sorval asked. Usually, races went from machine guns to energy weapons, and would avoid anything like this. "A sadistic one, what else?" Adams said. "In case he does prove hostile, I've placed two armed guards at the entrance." "Doc, where would we be without you?" "Dead, in the Chin'toka system." And with that, Sorval rolled his eyes.

Chapter Four Captain's Log, Stardate 57873.4. The repairs of the Lexington have been finished on schedule, and the crew is eager to get back to exploration. Even though the Dominion War is just a bad memory now, we've been forced to refit our vessel with duranium plating, quantum torpedoes and bio-neural gel pack computers, the latter of the three having before been only available on Sovereign and Intrepid-class starships. Our fighter count has also been increased, with newer Valkyrie-class fighters added to supplement our aging fighters. I hope we will not need these upgrades, but our recent confrontation with the Son'a has shown that the galaxy is no longer as peaceful as it once was, and precautions once thought ludicrous are now necessary. "End log." Captain Sorval R'Skalli said, ending his log with a mix of cheer and concern in his voice. The Caitian captain sighed as he reclined at his desk. In only a few minutes, his starship would be leaving Spacedock for parts unknown, far outside Federation territory. It was hard to imagine that only five years ago, this ship had fought in one of the bloodiest wars the galaxy had ever known, and now was on a mission of peaceful exploration, one that was much closer to the role for which it had been commissioned. That wasn't to say that the Lexington was incapable of defending herself, nor did it mean she wouldn't have to. It was just relieving to not have to worry about Jem'Hadar, Cardassians, or Breen attacking you nearly everywhere you went. Sorval turned to the chrono on his desk. Seventeen-hundred hours. Time to go. Sorval stepped out from his office onto the bridge of the Akira-class starship. The bridge crew turned to face their captain. Two human men, Commander Nikolai Solanov and Ensign Richard Mackenzie - Chief Science Officer and Helmsman, respectively, a Betazoid woman - Councilor Anzilla Seya, and a Tellarite man - Commander Malk Rel Khav, Tactical Officer all gave acknoledging smiles - and in Khav's case, a grunt, the closest thing the Tellarite would give to a smile - to their captain. Sorval pressed his combadge. "Threll, how are the engines?" He asked. "Warp drive is looking good. Antimatter flow is at optimal conditions." The Andorian engineer responded cheerfully. "Adams, how's sickbay?" "As good as new, Captain. If I didn't know better, I'd say we never fought the Son'a to begin with." Doctor Miguel Adams replied. "Ensign Mackenzie, take us out. One-quarter impulse power." Sorval said. "Aye sir." The young man replied. The Lexington came to life in a flash of external lights, and as she did, she began accelerating. Spacedock's doors opened, letting the starship fly through. Beneath both starship and space station, the majestic blue and green orb that was planet Earth floated serenely against the inky backdrop of space. "We have now cleared Earth's orbit." Mackenzie began. "Heading, sir?" "Coreward. Warp factor eight." Sorval said with a smile. "Not too many people have gone that way, and besides, if we're going to find new civilizations, they'll more likely be there than out rimward." "Aye sir. Course set." "Engage." And with that, the Lexington turned to face the center of the Milky Way. Space-time distorted around the vessel, and she shot off at superluminal speeds, ready for the thrill of new discoveries. Little did her crew know just how significant this next one would be. *************** Things on the Lexington had been a little boring over the past two weeks. Of the five systems they charted, only one had a planet with any life-forms more advanced than bacteria on them, and only three had any minerals worth anything on them. The one that did have higher life-forms was a nightmarish place, with mighty glaciers creeping from the poles towards the volcanic equator. Where fire and ice met on that world, most life-forms congregated. And the animals on that planet were some of the fiercest ever encountered, even rivalling the hengrauggi of Delta Vega, or the le-matyas of Vulcan in ferocity. And as for the plants of the jungles that existed in those regions, the ones that weren't toxic were carnivorous. Any ideas for colonization of the planet had been quickly dismissed. Still, the crew carried on, hoping for some sign of a civilized - or at least habitable - world. Maybe this next system would have what they were looking for. The Lexington dropped out of warp just inside the system's Kuiper belt. Close enough to get accurate scans of the planets, but far enough away to avoid detection by any less advanced civilizations that might exist in the system. "Mister Solanov, what can you tell me about the planets in this system?" Sorval asked. Nikolai looked over at his sensors, and reported the readings back to Sorval. "First two planets are Class-B. Each one might as well be Mercury. The third planet is a Class-Y Demon World. Temperature is 923 degrees Celsius, the atmosphere is almost totally ionized, and saturated with thermionic and gamma radiations. Atmosphere is comprised of hydrogen sulfide, carbon dioxide, ethane, radon, and metreon gasses. Windspeed is eight hundred kilometers per hour." Nikolai said, cringing. "Almost made that one world seem like Risa." "And the other planets?" Sorval asked. Nikolai returned to his scanners. "The fourth one is a lot nicer. Class-L, oxygen-argon atmosphere. Multicellular life is limited to plants and fungi. Surface is mostly rocky, with the exception of one small inland sea. A forest of conifers covers most of the northern hemisphere, while the south is mostly barren. Temperature is 22 degrees Celsius. The fifth is a Class-E volcanic world, while the sixth, seventh, and eighth, which share an orbit, are all Class-P Ice Worlds. The ninth is a Class-J gas giant, and the remaining three planets are all Class-C, basically bigger versions of Pluto. I'm reading no artificial activity throughout the system." Sorval sighed. Another system without contact. He was growing used to disappointment, what with how this mission was going, but he had at least expected something. Sighing, he turned his attention to the fourth planet in the system. "Very well. Helm, set a course for the fourth planet. We might as well take a look at the local vegetation." "Aye sir." Mackenzie replied. Suddenly, a beeping was heard eminating from Nikolai's console. The young man turned to face it, in response. "Captain, I'm picking up some sort of energy reading coming from the fourth planet. I don't think I've ever seen any like this before." That piqued Sorval's interest. "How so?" Sorval asked. "Well, for starters.... Okay you've got me. I have almost NO idea what I'm reading. Massive spatial distortions, chroniton and tachyon bursts, neutrino surges... I can't make heads or tails of what it means." "Helm, take us to the fourth planet. Full impulse power!" Sorval ordered. "Aye sir!" Mackenzie said more enthusiastically. At long last, a mystery was on their hands, something worthy of reporting. Six minutes later... "Anything?" Sorval asked Nikolai as he reviewed his sensor readings. The science officer shook his head. "No. Whatever caused that surge seems to be gone... Waitaminute. I am reading something. One life-sign. Human male." "Human? How?" Sorval asked. This mission was getting more and more mysterious now, just the way he liked it. "I have no clue. Although, I'd bet you anything it had something to do with the energy surge we detected earlier." Nikolai went back to his sensors. "Captain, the man appears to be unconscious. I'd reccomend beaming him right to sick bay." Sorval nodded, and then pressed his combadge. "Adams? You're about to get a patient, try not to spook him."

OK, Im going to mention something I didn’t put in the rules the first time. First, BasileusIoannis said that there is no oil terminal in Doha but there is one 25 miles from it at Um Said. So I'm thinking the game will start with the contractors riding in shuttle vans to that terminal. The briefing will happen before the game starts so it doesn't slow it down too much. Your PCs are not to carry their weapons until the oil tanker is out in international waters (it should take 15 minutes for the ship to get out there at full speed, but you’re playing the Night crew so it don't really matter that much.) The weapons themselves will be in locked storage units with eye and fingerprint scanners. Other high tech gadgets, laser trip alarms, thermal cameras, encrypted phones and tablets, and some less high tech stuff like razor wire. There will be 2 riflemen patrolling starboard, 2 on port, 1 bow with the machine gunner, a sniper/marksman on top of the bridge, and the sub supervisor and camera operator are in the bridge. Ok now I need to plan how the story gose in this game.