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Alright, then. After some seriously rough work zoning boards should totally be open after dark, just saying, the not creatively named Hellsing MMA is going to open and start classes. I'm teaching exclusively in the evenings, but I've made sure to hire plenty of wonderful trainers who know their stuff.

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So I'm thinking of hosting an open air cinema at my hotel over the summer! Any thoughts about movies you'd like to see?

My bad feeling was proven right. We were framed for killing the Klingon chancellor in a plot that went to the top of both the Federation and the Empire. After a sham trial Bones and I were sentences to a short life on a harsh mining colony.

Thanks to clever thinking of my crew and unlikely help (never trust a shape-shifter), we were rescued, and saved the President from being assassinated at the peace conference.

We were ordered to return to Earth. To put the Enterprise into mothballs.

I thought they could wait a few weeks so ordered the ship on a new course, but my dreams got pretty impatient. Next thing I knew I was retired, and touring a brand new Enterprise. With a brand new captain.

Growing old. Don't recommend it.

Who's up for a Pride Party next Saturday?

On the heels of some tragic dreams, something completely different.

An alien probe trying to contact whales in Earth's oceans. Only whales are extinct in my time, so the probe starts to terraform the Earth.

Our solution?

We're going to slingshot around the sun back to the 20th century in a decrepit Klingon Bird of Prey and bring back some whales.

I'm assuming this can only end well.

Hope everyone's New Year is off to a cracking start!

I was hoping to see if there were some really talented dance teachers out there who might be available for a Valentines Day event I'm looking to host at my hotel. We're looking for something fun and moderately easy for patrons to pick up after they've had a meal together at our establishment.

I'm not sure which part was more disturbing about my dream last night. The Captain's Woman part or the promotion through killing a superior officer part. And on my ship. Or a close facsimile of my ship. An alternate timeline where we conquered everything, rather than expand through peace.

SCIENCE.

Isn't it grand?

My dream adventures continue. And they can be quite strange. An alien that sucks the salt right from a man's body. A telepathic boy. Hunting for a cloaked ship.

And then I found my uniform and a weapon in my closet.

Besides the fight with the Romulans, there's one in particular that stands out to me from the last few weeks. My ship encountered a strange virus, that affected the mental state of my crew. One by one they all seemed to go mad, reverting to basic parts of their personalities.

My helmsman kept challenging people to duels! Like some 15th century swashbuckler.

I'm beginning to wonder, if Starfleet actually believes my ship's logs.

Hello there Valarnet. My name is Anne and I moved here recently from the UK to take over one of my father's hotels. My best friend Constance came with me and she'll be my hotel manager, but I'm sure we will be looking at hiring more staff in the near future if anyone would be interested?