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Post by gracemitchell on Mar 18, 2006 14:38:08 GMT
Grace entered the mess hall after leaving the brig, she noticed Cyle sitting by himself. She ordered a coffee and walked to where Cyle was sitting.
"Hi! May I sit down?' she asked him. But Cyle did not respond. Grace decided to sit down without an invitation. She wanted to give him ample opportunity to talk to her the best way was to make herself available, sometimes talking to a friend helped things along.
Cyle looked up "Oh, sorry didn't see ya there."
"I did ask but you didn't answer. I just left Oroset and Bo'Tija. I explained that we were taking them back to Anu'T-Rof to face murder charges. They were not as brave when I left as they were when I entered, especially Bo'Tija. He seems quite afraid."
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"Just thought you might want to know how they are feeling. They are safe behind the forcefield. They can't get to you, you can't get to them. They are quiet and reflective, you could possible exercise a few demons with words. They are a captive audience. Just a suggestion." Grace said
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Grace smiled, finished her coffee and said "I think I'm going to go a holodeck, I feel like a little sporting exercise would be in order. Perhaps, a nice game of basketball. Running up and down a court would help me get rid of some of this energy. Care to join me?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2006 15:43:18 GMT
"I did ask but you didn't answer. I just left Oroset and Bo'Tija. I explained that we were taking them back to Anu'T-Rof to face murder charges. They were not as brave when I left as they were when I entered, especially Bo'Tija. He seems quite afraid."
"Thats just his way of finding the truth, he's been afriad all his life, afriad of himself, afriad of others, i could care less how he's feeling now"
"Just thought you might want to know how they are feeling. They are safe behind the forcefield. They can't get to you, you can't get to them. They are quiet and reflective, you could possible exercise a few demons with words. They are a captive audience. Just a suggestion." Grace said
"from what i know of my mother, she always told me, If you dont have anything nice to say, dont say anything at all, and i aint got nothing nice to say
Grace smiled, finished her coffee and said "I think I'm going to go a holodeck, I feel like a little sporting exercise would be in order. Perhaps, a nice game of basketball. Running up and down a court would help me get rid of some of this energy. Care to join me?"
Cyle smiled as he looked over at her, "if your THAT interested in me, i guess i have no choice He said in a playful way, hoping to lighten his mood a bit, and to recieve a smile as reward.
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When the two arrived at the holodeck, Grace input the program used for basketball. The court materialized almost instantaniously, with a ball in center court. "ladies first" Cyle said as he picked up the ball and tossed to Grace.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2006 18:00:16 GMT
Melain was a little nervous about talking to Danara. She knew that she'd done everything she could, but now Danara was permanently damaged, not physically, but to a cardassian a mental injury is far worse then anything physical. They take pride in their abilities to manipulate, to devise schemes, overpower others in mental challenges.
Danara was seated up, Rachel was adjusting the biobed so she could lean back. 'How are you feeling?" Melain asked.
"I... I feel different, my whole body feels strange to me. I'm.... feeling thing I never felt before, thinking things I'd never thought before." Danara replied, her words where slow and cautious. "What happened, I remember being upset, I remember acting but I... I feel as if I was not really there."
Melain rolled over one of the tall chairs and sat down near Danara's elbow. "Something on the Cardassian ship made them lose control. I think it was the saliva form those creatures on the hull. You started acting irritable, but I thought nothing of it. Then you began to talk tough, and I became suspicious, then you disobeyed orders, and then shot a helpless prisoner because you thought they where armed.
"The knife, I saw a knife." Danara insisted, although now she did not seem so sure."
"There was no knife, we checked."Melain replied. "Whatever happened to that crew, what ever happened to it's lone survivor, happened to you. Luckily I clued in in time and we where able to repair most of the damage."
"Most, but not all." Danara sighed. "I suppose I should resign, return to Cardassia... No, I can't do that, I wont be an embarrassment to my family.
"You don't need to resign, I think we can work with this. There are some medicines you can go on. They can't be replicated, so getting them will be a chore, but they should help keep your nervous system under control. There are also anti-hallucinogens you can take if the the meds don't end up being enough." Melain explained. "In many ways, some of the side affects of your condition could be helpful. Your reflexes should improve and that will be helpful. Your still going to feel tense at times, crowds will probably make you nervous. But I for one am not going to recommend you take permanent Medical leave, and I think you are perfectly capable of transferring to the fighter wing."
'I..." Danara thought about it for a moment. 'I have not other choice. My only request is we keep this confidential."
"Doctor-Patient confidentiality, of course the Doctor on the StarBase will need to know to refill your prescription and I know a few of the senior officers here are aware that you have suffered some trauma, but I shall tell them no more then that." Melain assured her.
'Then let' talk treatment." Danara agreed. Melain handed her a PADD identifying the chemicals and their properties and began to explain them in depth.
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Post by gracemitchell on Mar 19, 2006 0:52:32 GMT
Cyle smiled as he looked over at her, "if your THAT interested in me, i guess i have no choice He said in a playful way, hoping to lighten his mood a bit, and to recieve a smile as reward.
Grace smiled back "Well, if your going to put it that way, how could a girl resist! Let's head to the court."
When the two arrived at the holodeck, Grace input the program used for basketball. The court materialized almost instantaniously, with a ball in center court. "ladies first" Cyle said as he picked up the ball and tossed to Grace.
Grace caught the ball, dribbled it a couple of times then made a perfect shot from the mid line "Nothing but net!" she said with a smile looking at Cyle, who seemed to have a shocked look on his face.
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Post by Harrias Jira on Mar 19, 2006 16:58:47 GMT
For once Commodore Jira was not sat in his ready room, but instead was occupying his seat in the centre of the bridge. It had been three days since they had recovered the treasure from the criminal’s ship, and they had still not gone back down to the planet to try and collect the rest of it. Harrias, if he had to admit it, was scared of the zombie’s still. Everything they had shot at the things, and still they had kept coming. It had been like a terrible, terrible nightmare. He shuddered slightly, and then turned to Lieutenant Stevenson who was occupying the engineering console on the bridge.
- “What about the holodecks? Couldn’t we use them?” - “They have been factored into the value we have supplied you with sir. We can still only carry about forty percent of the treasure.” - “But when I go in the holodeck, I can walk for miles and miles without ever hitting a wall, surely that gives us an infinite amount of space?” - “I explained this yesterday sir. Although it would seem that way, it simply isn’t. We would be breaking the laws of physics, and they don’t break easily.”
The trill let his shoulders drop. - “So even if we find a way to get past the zombies and get that treasure, we still won’t have anywhere to put it?” - “No.” - “Damn.” - “Yes.”
Harrias couldn’t help but smile at that. He glanced down at the side console on his chair once more. - “And you don’t reckon that we can tow the criminal’s cargo section at warp?” - “It’s unlikely. The chances of it surviving the trip are extremely low. And I suspect that the betazed government would prefer to know where their treasure was and not have it, than it not exist and them not have it.” - “Quite.” - “Okay, we are by far the most successful crew yet to try and recover this treasure. Let’s get what we can, fill our holds, and get some of it back. No need to be greedy and try and get the glory for having all of it. If we can supply them with some of it and a decent treasure map, I am sure they will be grateful.”
Frek glanced around from the helm, although what exactly he was doing, Harrias was at a loss to guess. They weren’t going anywhere, the ship was perfectly capable of keeping them in the same place, but Frek still insisted on manning the position. He spoke up, his voice wavering ever so slightly. - “So we are going to go back and face those things again?” - “Scared Mr Thelev?” Harrias asked, knowing it was slightly hypocritical. - “Damn right.” - “Tough we leave in 2 hours.”
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Post by fthelev on Mar 19, 2006 20:34:52 GMT
It was clear to Frek now. The Captain had a death wish. That is to say, his death. It was not the most comforting thing to realize. Going down there again was tempting fate. And come to think about it, fate and Frek never got along that well.
Jira had finished his sentence and by the look of things he was finished with the two officers as well. Frek was about to turn around to leave the room when something occurred to him. Well, several things actually, but the flying monkeys had nothing to do with the situation at hand. It just would be their luck if they did. “Something on your mind Mr. Thelev,” Jira inquired. He had noticed the lingering. “Well,” Frek started, “This might sound stupid sir, but why don’t you just ask Starfleet command to send a transport to pick it up?”
Commodore Jira had opened his mouth, on the point of replying, when the doors opened to let Doctor Lorre Melain in. If one would look closely they could probably see his tongue hover in there as well. In his mouth, not the door-way. “There used to be a chime,” Jira said with a raised eyebrow. Melain looked excited. “Sorry sir. But I think I found…” She paused realizing she was not the only one making a house call, or in this case a ready-room call. “I’m not interrupting something, am I?” Jira shook his head. “No, just go ahead Doctor.” “I’ve been looking at the tricorder data we gathered on the zombies,” Melain started, “I think I found a way to stop them.” That sounded like music in Frek’s ears, and it sounded good, unlike a Klingon opera. “How,” he asked with interest. If it stopped their brains from being eaten he was all in favour.
Melain started to explain. “Remember those maggots in the bodies?” They nodded. It was hard to forget them, they were disgusting. Although there was a good chance Klingons and Ferengi might see them as a delicacy. “Some people have disgusting eating habits,” Frek muttered. Hannah joined Melain and Jira in their staring. “Sorry?” “Never mind,” Frek said, “I was just thinking of something.” “Right,” Jira said, and sighed. Some people are best off not thinking. “Please Doctor, carry on.” “Yes, well. According to the tricorder they emit little electrical currents,” she said, “I think that’s how they control the bodies. If we can stop them…” “The bodies fall apart?” Frek asked. “We tried shooting them,” Hannah said with a frown, “That didn’t help.”
That wasn’t much of surprise; the bodies were crawling with them. Literally. Just like gagh, only a bit more lethal. Jira could see what the Doctor was getting at. “If we disrupt the electrical currents those things can’t control the corpses,” Jira understood correctly, “And thus become harmless.”
Without them controlling dead things they were just maggots. Ugly and disgusting ones, but still maggots. You could probably use them for fishing. Although fishing in the oceans on this planet didn’t look like something that would be recommended. Who knows what you would end up fishing up? Probably something that first ate the bait and then the person who put the bait in the water. Not something particularly good.
“An electro-magnetic burst at the right frequency might do just that,” Hannah suggested, “I think I can rig something up.” “You have two hours.”
TWO HOURS AND ELEVEN MINUTES LATER.
The caves looked more or less the same as when they had left them behind. With their protein source gone the maggot controlled dead Cardassians and company had decided to move on and look for some fresh brains somewhere else. At least that would give them some time to secure the area and set up the device Hannah, the ship’s engineer, had put together.
Frek picked up another can of Jell o’ Magic jelly and examined it and then tossed it over to Melain a few meters away. “I don’t think you have this flavour yet,” he called and then went over to Hannah. “I hope this thing of yours works,” Frek said indicating at the device. Hannah plugged in the final plug, finishing the assembly. “Of course it’ll work, better then the things you build anyway.” Frek looked shocked. “What do you mean by that?” he exclaimed, “Everyone knows my jet powered anti-grav skis worked perfectly.” “Well, they worked you into sickbay,” Hannah said, “So they are doing something.”
Frek turned around. It was amazing how much confidence his colleagues sometimes had in his genius inventions. Okay, sometimes things didn’t exactly work out how he planned it and perhaps he should have thought of putting brakes on them before trying them out. But still. It was not fair.
He joined Melain who was looking at some of the bigger statues. “I hope you are right about those maggot things,” he said to her. It certainly would be a bit disappointing if the electrical currents that showed up on the tricorder turned out to be light bulbs. “I’m sure of it,” Melain said reassuringly, “Cheer up. Before you know it we’re back on the Nevada relaxing on the holodeck.” Frek stooped to pick something up that caught his eye. “Sure, I’m still banned from the holodeck for the next three weeks,” he said and examined what he had picked. It was the two feet high stone statue of the two naked Betazoids, the depiction of the couple being wed. It was the same one bo’Tija had hit him on the head with. The blood was still on the romantic couples’ head. The blood was clotted, with a few of his hairs sticking out. Frek’s hand instinctively went to spot on his head where it had made first contact. “What is it,” Melain asked curiously leaning over to look at the statue in his hand. “Something with a very hard head,” he said sourly.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2006 3:06:48 GMT
"There's blue blood on it, is that yours?" Melain asked as Frek obsesivly wiped the statue. "and some pink hair, I can't believe that die hasn't come out yet. The ship's barber a probably fix that for you."
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"We've got company!" Hannah yelled from where she was working on the device and keeping an eye on her tricorder, Melain suddenly rememberd that was her job.
"Are you ready? Melain asked, drawing her phaser with one hand and holding her tricorder with the other. She'd stuffed the jell-O-Magic can in her med kit.
"I'd better be." Hannah replied. "Tell me whe they are with in range."
"We are going to need to try different frequencies, that means we need a distraction. Something to keep them occupied, but not with us." Melain noted. 'Frek..."
"No." The Andorian replied. "You're a doctor, think of my health."
Melain rolled her eyes. "Oh really, I was going to ask if you had an idea. "
The zombie hord drew closer, one clawish, slim coverd hand appeared from the tunnel, fallowed by an equally disgusting hand. "We don't have time for anything complicated, just shoot at them!" Hannah yelled from where she was working.
"They are within range." Melain reported, setting her phaser to stun.
"What exactly are you doing? kill does nothing to them, stun will probably make them faster!" Frek pointed out, taking aim with his own phaser. One zombie was momentarily slowed down when the beam burned a hole in his head. "Level 8, use setting 8!"
Melain cranked the setting to max, grimiced, and took aim. Her shot hit the wall a foot from her target. "Sorry."
"Don't bring a doctor to anything involving a firefight." She heard Frek mutter.
"Unless you plan on getting injured." She added, adjusing her shot, this time hitting one zombie in the shoulder. 'Hannah, what's your status?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2006 17:26:11 GMT
'a distraction eh?, i can do that' Cyle thought to himself as he stood to the side, shooting into the ranks of the zombies.
Looking around, Cyle found what he wanted, a way up to the ledge the zombies were on. "i'll be right back" he said as he left and headed towards the ledge.
"where are you going" he heard someone call to him. "just be ready to swich frequencies" he yelled back and reached the ledge. Grabbing a large rock, he chucked it at the zombies, hitting one in the head, knocking it off and making the zombie fall. The zombies momentarily stopped and looked at their fallen companion. They simotaniously turned and walked towards Cyle, who had picked up another rock, and threw it. "any time would be good" he yelled down as he fired his phaser, shooting the legs off from the forward zombies. "commander, shoot at their legs, it'll slow them down" he called out to Frek.
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Post by hannah on Mar 20, 2006 19:39:25 GMT
Hannah activated the device as the as soon as she was informed they were in range.
'Hannah, what's your status?" Melain shouted.
“I device activated and I’m moving though the frequencies,” Hannah called back as she changed the frequency again and watched for any effect.
The officers fired at the oncoming zombies but where barely slowing them down they’d soon be on top of them. Hannah moved though the frequencies as quickly as she could, checking for any effects on the Zombies.
“Hannah, how much longer?” Frek shouted as he moved back trying to hold the zombies off.
“These are the last few frequencies now, so not much longer,” Hannah shouted back. The zombies stopped suddenly in there tracks and feel to the floor. Frek jumped back quickly so the Zombie in front of him didn’t fall on top of him.
“That was close,” Frek commented. Hannah stood up grapping the transport enhancers from behind her.
“That should hold of any Zombies entering this area,” Hannah informed them as she placed the transporter enhancers around the nearest crate.
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Post by Harrias Jira on Mar 20, 2006 23:27:59 GMT
As soon as Hannah managed to find the correct frequency to effectively restore the correct level of decomposition on the zombies, Harrias grabbed a pair of transport enhancers and moved them over to cordon off an area of the treasure. As soon as a reasonable size was surrounded sufficiently with the enhancers, the small federation team backed away so that they weren’t within the area. The trill tapped his commbadge.
=/\= Jira to Nevada. Engage transport to tertiary shuttlebay. =/\= The treasure disappeared in a large shimmer of light as it was transported to one of the smaller shuttlebays which had been emptied for the purpose. Shuttlebay 1 now held far more than its quoted amount. He turned to look at the rest of the treasure. There was certainly still a lot of it. As his team started to set up another perimeter, he picked up a few items of the treasure, wondering how much they were worth, and more importantly, how much they meant to the families they had been stolen from.
He looked around him at the away team that was efficiently doing their job. Taking charge of things was Hannah. As chief engineer, she was most comfortable with this particular exercise, it being mostly her forte, with the enhancers needing realignment at times, and the locations for the most efficient use having being pre-calculated by her. He smiled as he watched her directing the others. He hadn’t told her yet, but she was his choice as permanent first officer to replace Zhukarak Hrisvalar. Oh, there were others on the ship that would be disappointed, but he felt she was the strongest for the job.
He turned now to the andorian pilot. Frek would most likely be one of those most affected by the news that he wouldn’t be getting the job of first officer. He was one of the prime candidates, already being second officer, and having ran a few away missions and what not. However, with his recent failures, combined with his clumsiness, he just hadn’t seemed right. One day, maybe he would be great in that position. But not today.
The trill’s gaze now fell on Cyle who, in between placing enhancers and pressing whatever button the engineer told him to, was still throwing rocks at the zombies that hadn’t reached the line of rotting bodies created by the limited range of the EM disruption. He had turned into a good solid officer, this mission had shown strong emotion in him for perhaps the first time, but he still got the job done, even if it was a bit brutal on occasion.
Lorre and Grace stood together, levering an enhancer into place on some uneven ground with items of the hoard. Between them they managed to keep it in place. Just as between them they managed to keep the crew in good health.
As soon as they had levered the enhancer into place, the whole team backed off again, looking towards their captain, who once more tapped his commbadge.
=/\= Second load is ready. Take it up. =/\=
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Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2006 23:37:15 GMT
Cyle was about to grab a pole laying on the ground, and charge into the oncoming ranks of zombies, when they(the zombies) fell to the ground and stopped moving. Cyle smiled at himself and turned to head back towards the group, and kicked a motionless zombie that was laying on the ground.
After things got started, Cyle tried to keep busy helping as much as he could, pushing a few buttons, lifting some smaller crates on top of larger ones.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2006 2:19:04 GMT
Melain let out a relieved sigh when the zombies collapsed lifelessly. "It worked."
"You mean you were only geussing that it would!?" Frek exclaimed.
"I was 99% sure... okay 75% sure it would, but I'm not perfect." Melain admited, lowering her phaser. "What should we do with the bodies?"
"Leave them, the maggots will regain control once the power cells die out on Hannah's device." Frek pointed out.
"I geuss you are right, it seems so horrid though, how would you like to know your body ended up like that?" Melain asked. "We should put up some warning beacons in orbit, there are far to many awful things here for us not to."
"Alright guys, I've got these crates ready, move them to the transporters." Hannah called out.
"She sounds like Bo'Tija." Melain commented, Frek had told her about the Orion's leadership. "We ought to call some more crewmembers down here, this is going to take more then a few senior officers and I'm sure some of the lower-Deck personnal could use the exercise, just a moment, I'll go suggest it to the Captain."
Melain approched Harrias with her idea. "... As long as they keep in the cavern here and watch their step I don't think they will come to anyharm. Besides, some the the tactical personnal could help Cyle with our... visitors." she pointed to where the marine was still chucking rocks at the Zombies. It seemed like a more entertaining job then hauling crates so she hardly felt a wave of pity.
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Post by Harrias Jira on Mar 21, 2006 10:29:01 GMT
- “The job boring you already Doctor?” Harrias asked, slightly tongue in cheek. Before the bajoran had a chance to respond he added onto the end of his question. “Sure, contact Lani and tell him to set up additional staff for this batch and relief for when we are done. And check on the ETA of the transport vessels we sent for.” - “Thank you sir.”
Harrias walked towards the perimeter, marked by the growing piles of bodies and maggots. As he was looking down through the bodies, his eye was caught by something. Tentatively and slightly reticently he reached down towards one of the torsos, brushing the maggots off with the cuff of his sleeve. He found a strong enough piece of fabric to get a grip on, and lifted the body from the ground. As he did so, pieces fell back to the ground, causing the trill’s stomach to lurch uncontrollably.
It was only when the rotting corpse was clear from all the rest that his initial thought was confirmed. The fabric he was holding was a Starfleet uniform. This man, surely along with many others he had been shooting at, had once proudly worn the same uniform as him, and served the same masters. Disgusted, he dropped the body back to the floor and couldn’t prevent himself from covering the bodies below him in vomit.
Walking back to the group to get some water from the medikit to watch away the taste, Harrias wondered just how many people were trapped on this planet in an eternal post-death march. Sure, they couldn’t have any way of knowing about it, as they were dead. It was just so - so disrespectful. But then, it was impossible to die with dignity, only possible to live with it.
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Post by gracemitchell on Mar 21, 2006 15:46:03 GMT
Grace watched Harrias looking over the bodies of the zombies, then walk away after being sick. Her heart felt heavy with the idea of leaving them here to be re-activated by the maggot creatures when they left. She walked over to where Harrias was getting some water and asked quietly "Harrias, why couldn't we give these bodies a fire burial after we have loaded as much cargo as we can? It just doesn't seem right to leave them here like this!" "I think, perhaps we could try. I agree with you, it doesn't seem right. They were people at one time with lives of their own." Harrias replied. "I also think it should be just before we leave, in case." "In case the maggot creatures are not repelled by the flames." Grace finished the sentence for him. "Well, I guess I'd better get back to work, the cargo won't load itself. Although, I think what Cyle is doing looks like more fun and therapeutic, at least for him." "I couldn't agree with you more, Grace." Harrias said. Grace smile at him then turned and walked away to help with the loading of the cargo. Harrias stood there and watched Grace walk away wondering what horrible events would happen on the Nevada's next mission. It seemed to him, that his crew seemed to get some very strange missions assigned to them. He laughed to himself, then went to lend a hand where ever it was needed. While trying to help lift a fairly heavy box, Grace got to thinking the crew could use a good party. She suddenly realized her birthday had come and gone and she had completely forgotten it. "Hmm.." she thought "I think a 448 year old birthday calls for a get together. Come to think of it, Hannah has a birthday today, too. I think I will cook up a storm and invite a few to my quarters to celebrate them." With that decided, Grace got revived to work harder. Edit: Gave myself back a missing 'a' Ooopsie! (I added Hannah's birthday)
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Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2006 19:36:19 GMT
The first wave of crewmen had come and gone from the planet, but Melain and the other senior officers stayed to oversee the transport. Melain tended to a few stubbed toes, strained muscles and the occasional bruise. When Harrias approched her with the idea of cremation for the bodies, Melain wholeheartedly agreed that this was a good idea. Granted, some of the species opposed cremation, but she was certain they would gree that it was a much better option then leaving the bodies as they where. "I'll get some of the less quesy crewmembers to begin moving the bodies."
"I'll lend a hand." Melain heard a familiar voice headng their way for the transporters. It was Toledo., or rather Javel
"Aren't you off now?" she asked.
"I thought I could use an oppertunity to stretch my legs." The Bajoran pilot replied. "and I haven't seen you in awhile.
"Alright, we'll need to be careful not to physically contact them. Most of the bodies have fallen together oover there." Melain pointed to where some Tactical officers where still distracting the out of range zombies. "But some ran into the disruption beam in other areas of the cavern."
They gatherd up a group of willing individuals and set to work. After about half an hour most of the bodies where moved. Several new faces joined the work effort, Melain later learned that the transport had arrived and sent a work detail of it's own to the surface. Once a suitible combustible could be found, they set the bodies alight. Mot of the crew returned to the ship, Melain, Toledo and some of the other more spiritual crewmen stayed behind. "Ahkayah. Aya Vasuu. Kovan ha. Ekayha." Melain chanted, beside her Toledo did the same.
"I hope you two are not planning on staying here for three hours." One of the other crewmen commented.
"No, we would not want to make ths ship wait so long, but it only seems fitting that something should be said." Toledo replied. "Let's go."
The remaining crewmembers filed onto the transporters and where beamed back to their ships.
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Post by gracemitchell on Mar 21, 2006 23:09:26 GMT
Grace heard Melain and Toledo chanting. Although she didn't chant she did offer a prayer that popped into her head "Ashes to Ashes. Dust to dust. May you finally find peace!" She turned away from the fire and joined the remaining crew to transport home, to the Nevada.
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Post by Harrias Jira on Mar 22, 2006 13:56:54 GMT
As the group rematerialised in the main transporter room, Harrias saw that most of the others looked equally as relieved as he was. He stepped off the pads, brushing the dust down off himself, and displaced a few maggots in the process. Much less worried about such small things now that he was back in familiar surroundings, he idly kicked them aside, sending them squirming into a corner. He tapped his commbadge.
=/\= Lani, we’re back on board. How long until the transport gets here? =/\= =/\= A few hours sir. We were lucky that there was one in the area, although as a result she already has some cargo, but with the size of them there should still be no problem taking on the rest of the treasure. =/\= =/\= Great. You can keep the bridge Commander, I’m going to brush up before I report back for duty as, I suspect, will most of the others. =/\= =/\= Aye sir. =/\=
- “Well you heard what I said. I have no problems with people taking up to a couple of hours off to clean up and grab some food. Though I would say that gagh is off the menu.” He turned to leave the room, but felt a hand land lightly on his shoulder, holding him back. When everyone else had left, Grace smiled and spoke. - “Captain, I’ve been thinking. That wasn’t the most pleasant mission ever.” She tilted her head slightly. “As usual. But I was thinking that we could do with a good party. My birthday recently passed, and Hannah is celebrating hers today too.” - “Hmm, that could be an idea. I had mine on the 12th too, but with everything going on, all I really took note of was a short message from my parents. And… well… I still have to announce our new first officer, so that can be rolled into the same party I think. Good idea, can I leave you to the preparations?”
When he received a quick nod in reply, he smiled back at her, and then made his way to his quarters for the shower he was looking forward to.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2006 14:13:02 GMT
"I'm going to get cleaned up." Melain said as she stepped off the transporter pad.
"Sure, hey how about I meet you in sickbay in half an hour?" Toledo Javell suggested.
"If you aren't feeling well we should go now. The last thing I want is for any of the things down on that planet to end up here." Melain insisted.
Javell stepped back shaking his head. "No, I'm fine. Really I am. I just thought we could get something to eat after, catch up a bit. Massally could come to. She mentioned to me that she misses you. We've had her helping us a bit in the Shuttlebay. She's pretty handy with a hypospanner, and I took her on a simulation and we made it back in one piece."
"Oh my gosh! She's so quiet I almost forgot about her!" Melain exclaimed. "I hope she'll forgive me."
"It's fine, she's not just your charge, she's under the entire crew's protection." Javell pointed out. "We don't want to keep her cooped up in sickbay like you do to yourself... How Danara anyway?... Small ship."
"I've noticed." Melain sighed. 'She's going to be alright, she had a close call but I think she is in the clear."
Javell nodded "That's good, I geuss. I'm still glad she's leaving the ship."
"I kind of feel the same way... Hey, why didn't they ask you to join the fighter squad? I thought that was your specialty?" Melain asked.
Javell shrugged "It is, but there where things here on the Nevada I didn't want to leave behind."
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Post by gracemitchell on Mar 22, 2006 16:20:57 GMT
Grace had taken her shower, put a huge cake in the oven and was preparing Hors D'oeuvres. As usual when she was cooking, she started to hum which turned into a very old song, some country tune about a man doing his woman wrong.
Lani stood outside Grace's door intending to ring the door chime, but couldn't resist the idea of sneaking up on her. He could hear her singing and knew that she was too engrossed in what she was doing to notice the door open. He opened the door tiptoed in, he was almost standing behind Grace when she turned around.
Grace screamed and fell backwards "What the.."
Lani was laughing so hard his sides were hurting. "Ha ha ha ha. It so much fun to surprise you, Grace. The look on your face is priceless."
At this point Grace was laughing too "Someday you are going to give me a heartattack. Why are you here, anyway?"
"I heard you were planning a little party to celebrate a few birthdays, one of which is yours. I came by to give you your present. I didn't want to give it to you in front of everyone. And why are you doing the preparations it's for your birthday, too?" Lani said as he handed her his present.
Grace took the present "Thanks, Lani! WHat is it?"
"You'll find out when you open it."
Grace opened the package. It was a beautiful glass figurine of a Guardian angel with 2 children, a girl and a boy. "Ohhh! This is beautiful. I'm touched you remembered I like angels. The 2 children are special, since that is what I had. A girl and a boy, even though I don't remember them" Grace said this last part with tears in her eyes.
Lani began to feel badly when he noticed it had made her feel sad "I'm sorry! I didn't mean for the gift to make you sad."
"I'm sorry, Lani. I do love it, I just get emotional because I can't remember my children. Thank you, this figurine makes me think that they had someone watching over them when I wasn't there for them." Grace replied.
"So why are you planning your own party?"
"I am planning this because it is more for the other two people. Besides I haven't had a chance to do much cooking lately and I have missed it."
"Is there anything I can help with?"
"Yes, that would be great if you could wash those vegetables while I make the dip. Then after that get some champaigne and glasses together. By then the cake should be ready to frost and decorate."
"You made that, too! Are you going to put the names on it?"
"Just Hannah's and Harrias's. Before you say anything, it's enough for me that you remembered my birthday,a s well as my family back on Earth have all sent me messages. I'm not done going through them yet, though. Now let's get to work."
Grace and Lani finshed putting everything together. The cake turned out to look too good to eat. On it, it said "Happy Birthday Harrias and Hannah" around the top layer. Around the third layer it said "Congratulations (blank) on your promotion to First Officer! Grace would fill in the name later. She would wait for Harrias to make the announcement, even though she knew would it was.
"Well, everything is ready. I think it is time to summon the senior officers to attend."
"I noticed you haven't filled in the name of the first officer, yet. Who do you think it will be?"
"I know who it is, but I'm not able to share the information just now. You're going to have to wait."
Lani and Grace began having site to site transfer of the food to the mess hall, there was quite alot. Then the two of them made their way as well. On the way, Grace pressed her comm badge and made the announcement for a little celebration of Hannah and Harrias's birthdays in the mess hall.
"Now we wait for them to arrive. You are staying, aren't you?" Grace asked Lani.
"Wouldn't miss it."
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Post by fthelev on Mar 22, 2006 17:22:42 GMT
While watching the bonfire and the chanting of Melain and Toledo he realised Toledo had done wise becoming a pilot. Chances would be small he would ever end up in the top ten of the intergalactic music charts. Or for that matter, in the charts at all. Standing back in the transporter room he couldn’t help overhear the Captain and Counsellor Grace. His antennas rose instantly, not unlike a… Well let’s not go into that. Anyway, a grin appeared on his face. A good party didn’t hurt anyone. Not counting that one they had at the academy at the end of the first year when someone fell of the roof. And of the course the one when he turned seventeen and… Okay, perhaps parties could get someone hurt, and we’re not talking hangovers. Clearly stability and parties don’t always go hand in hand. Just like Ferengi and charity. Unless the Ferengi are on the receiving end of course.
“Do I hear something about a party?” Frek inquired. Grace watched Jira disappear through the door and turned around. “We might have one,” she said with a smile. “After all we have some birthdays that need celebrating.” “Oh yeah,” Frek remembered, “Happy birthday. So when’s the party?” He didn’t want seem eager or impatient. “You seem eager and impatient,” Grace said with an amused frown. “Me?” Frek said, “How do you get that idea?”
The door slit shut behind him. His quarters still looked the same way he had left them behind just the day before. Although it felled as he had been away working for ages it had only been a day or so. You forget all about time when you are about to get killed by some psychopaths or be zombified by some flesh gnawing maggots that want to make you dance the dance macabre. Frek really didn’t like dancing. He glanced longingly to towards the bathroom; he could do with a good shower. He felled sticky and not in the good way. After a while on that planet it seemed the sweat got into every pore of his body and into some parts he didn’t even know belonged to the Andorian physiology. He should ask Melain about that. A shower could fix most of it though. On the other end, a nice cold beer might work out as well. The party wouldn’t start until tonight, so he still had time to do both and actually take up on Melain’s idea to visit the ships barber. In the end, of course, there’s only one logical and suitable solution. You take the beer with you to the shower. Soon he felled better. The sweat and dust gone. Washed away the fresh cool water and the fresh cool beer.
The ship’s barber didn’t seem to be very busy. The place was deserted; except for the Human barber himself, hanging in a chair. He was probably reading some dirty PADD. The barber didn’t seem very pleased to see him enter. He sighed deeply and sniffed to make clear he had better things to do. The barber was a small man, and was somewhat tanned. He might have been from an area of the planet Earth the Humans call the Mediterranean. Frek could immediately tell they were very fond of olive oil. The barber had plenty of it in his hair. It was just his luck, the one time he wanted to go to the barber on the ship itself the decent one was off duty.
“’At can ay du for ‘ou?” It was a question, but by the tone you could easily mistake it for an accusation. What he exactly said was a different matter. It was clear he had a thick accent. Almost as thick as his waist bend. Alfonso, as turned out to be his name, had to repeat it two times more before Frek understood. The universal translator isn’t always that good when it comes to accents. “Uhm, fix my hair?” Frek pointed at his head, “Can you fix the colour?” “Tzee couleur?” Alfonso stared at Frek suspiciously through the slits of his eyes. “I deet not zou dat, deet I?” Frek shot a glance at the door. Perhaps he should make a run for it. “Uh, no,” he informed the barber Alfonso, “It was Klingon barber on DS Nine.” Alfonso laughed. It sounded like a piece of sandpaper that was put into action. “Tzee Klingons?” For second he looked away to mask his relieve and made a gesture that made clear he had little confidence in Klingon ‘barberism’. At least there was something they had in common. “Come zeet,” he said pushing him into the chair and picked up his tools of trade. So much for a quick escape. “Me,” Alfonso said pounding himself on the chest, “Me iest very capable.” The barber waved with one of his hands he claimed to be ‘capable’. The scissor in it almost took out one of Frek’s eyes. Frek grabbed the armrests and squeezed them tight. This was not going to be a relaxing experience.
The messhall was already filling up when Frek entered. He spotted several familiar faces, but he decided it was best to avoid for a moment. Best to wait until he had consumed a few drinks before mingling with the crowd. He sneaked to the end of the messhall that had been designated as the bar for this occasion and was about to get a drink when someone tapped him on the shoulder. Reluctantly he turned. Melain stared at him with an amused look on her face. “What the hell are you wearing? Is that the latest fashion in seasonal wear?” Frek felled a bit embarrassed and it didn’t get much when Melain noticed a bit of hair sticking out from underneath it. It was bright orange. “What happened to you,” she grinned. Frek scowled. “I took your advice and went to the ship’s barber,” he said accusingly and added sarcastically, “Thanks!”
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2006 17:30:19 GMT
Cyle sighed heavily, and dropped to his bed. throwing rocks at advancing zombies all day has its downfalls. He should probably go talk to bo"tija, but he decided against it. 'i wonder what everyone else is doing after this' he thought as he got up and took a long shower.
After he got dressed in civilian clothes, he headed out to walk around the ship for awhile. As he was walking he heard someone call out to him. "Cyle, can i talk to you" Cyle turned to see who it was.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2006 20:08:01 GMT
Melain took a breif sonic shower and changed into her spare uniform tossing her sweaty jumpsuit into the laundry hamper. The sight of her computer consol reminded her it had been awhile since she'd checked her messages, thus she was not surprised when she found one. Apparently it was Hannah's birthday, and Grace's had only been a short time ago. The Ship's counsellor wisely decided to throw a party for the weary crew.
Melain changed again, this time into a drapey royal blue top and matching skirt. She did not put her hair up in it's typical bun, but rather let it fall down to it's natural shoulder length. It would dry slightly wavy. It had been awhile since she'd dressed in civilian clothing. =A= Computer, locate Massally=A=
=A=Massally is in holodeck 2=A= the computer replied.
Figuring that Javell could wait, Melain headed to the holodeck to pick up the Dradrian girl before meeting him at the infirmarty. Massally was overjoyed to see Melain, leaping into her arms and refusing the let go. The Two childern who had been playing with her handed Melain Massally's PaDD. Melain noticed it was already full of writing. She had been worried the other childern on the ship would not warm up the the deaf girl, obviosly they had. She typed There is going to be a party for Lieutentant Stevenson and Counsellor Grace, do you wan to come?
Massally smiled and grabbed the PaDD YES Grace is my friend, and I like Lieutenant Stevenson.. I missed you
I know, I'm sorry I've been so busy. Toledo told me you've been a big help around the ship Melain replied.
Melain nodded and wrote I like it here, I want to be in Starfleet like you when I grow up.
Then Melain knew she would have to restore Massally's hearing. She would never gain acceptance into the Academy as she was. She would talk to Grace about how to go about the procedure.
They met Javel in the Infirmary. To Melain's surprise he was visiting with Danara. Both where dressed in Civilian clothing, obviosly they got the message as well. "Danara, I don't want to seem cruel, but are you sure you are up to this?" Melain asked.
"I took the meds you gave me, I should be alright. If I get ansty, I'll leave. I need to learn to live with this, I can't do that if I hide away in here." Danara replied. She seemed more controled then normal, less harsh. "Rachel is coming with me, she's just getting ready. You guys can go."
"Nice talking to you Danara." Javell said stepping over to Melain's side. He placed his arm around Melain's. "Shall we?"
"Of course." melain replied, she felt odd, being escourted this way. Javell had said a few things over ther last few conversations she did not entirely understand, this was one of them.
The Mess hall had been decorated and a few crewmembers whre already visiting. Toledo went to greet a few of his friends from the shuttle bay, and Massally had joined some of the other youths by the buffet. Melain spotted Frek by the bar and drifted over. He was wearing what looked like a black bag on his head. “What the hell are you wearing? Is that the latest fashion in seasonal wear?”
Frek blushed a deeper blue, out of the hat fell a piece of bright orange... was that hair? Melain laughed "“What happened to you,”
“I took your advice and went to the ship’s barber.. Thanks" Frek replied, Melain got the idea he was not entirely grateful.
"Orange looks good with blue, I think they are complimentry colours." Melain replied. "How was I suposed to know he's not any good? I keep my hair long, last time I got it trimmed Rachel did it."
"Maybe I should have seen her." Frek sighed.
"I don't think she does colour. Why don't you colour it yourself, they did that back in the 21st century, granted it won't last forever." Melain pointed out.
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Post by gracemitchell on Mar 23, 2006 2:23:41 GMT
As Grace and Lani were on their way to the mess hall, Grace spotted Cyle. "Cyle, can we talk to you? Where are you going? The party's this way."
"What party?"
"Just a small get together in the mess hall. The excuse is Harrias and Hannah's birthdays, but I just thought we could all use a little bit of celebration. For no other reason than we did a pretty good job of finding that treasure. Care to walk with us?" and before he could answer, Grace linked her arm in his and practically dragged him with her.
Lani just smiled. He could tell the LT wasn't that interested in the idea of a party, but Grace wasn't going to let him off that easy.
"Come on along, Cyle. The worst that could happen is that you don't have fun and can leave. The best that could happen is that you really enjoy all the food I made, not replicated mind you actually cooked, and let the rest of us get to know you." Grace conjoled, then she turned to Lani and said "For instance, I happen to know something about Cyle that you don't know, Lani."
"Very well, I'll play, but first we should explain the game to Cyle." Lani looked at Cyle "Grace taught me a game called 'I know something you don't'. The object is to tell something you know about a person who is present at the time to someone else that presumably that person doesn't know about the other."
Cyle response was a very eloquent "Huh?"
"I'm sure you'll pick it up as we go along. Alright, Grace, what do you know about Cyle I don't?"
"He likes to throw rocks at zombies."
The look on Lani's face was priceless, but better yet was the laugh that Grace heard from Cyle. He was still laughing as they entered the mess hall which was quite crowded. Grace started to worry that the food would give out long before the crowd did. Cyle noticed the worried look on her face and wanted to do something to get that look off her face. She had helped him to laugh like he hadn't laughed in a very long time.
Cyle looked at Lani and said "Commander, I know something about Grace that you might not know."
Lani stole a look at Grace and once again she was her smiling self "Alright, Cyle, may I call you Cyle?"
"Yeah, if I can call you Lani?"
"Sure! What do you know about Grace I don't? Keep in mind Cyle I've know her a long time."
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Post by hannah on Mar 23, 2006 2:46:38 GMT
Hannah had returned to the ship before the other senior staff to co-ordinate the removal of the crates for the transporter pads to where they were going to be stored for the voyage back. She watched as the last crate was lifted of the cargo transporter pad and onto the antigrav unit.
It had been a long few hours moving crates round the ship and she was glad this was the last one, at least until the transport got here. The two men moved the antigrav unit out of the room and Hannah switched of the transporter and followed them out. She didn’t see the point in following them, they knew what they were doing and she wanted to head back to her quarters to get ready for the party Grace had arranged.
Hannah entered into her quarter and took a quick sonic shower. She felt the sonic shower remove all the dirty of her skin and she felt so much better now that she was clean. She exited the unit and changed into some civilian clothes ready for the party. There was still sometime before the party so she decided she would take a while to relax.
She picked up a book of her shelf and opened the book at the marked page. She tried to remember the story and where it had gotten up too, she hadn’t had a chance to read in a while. She sat back into the chair and ready the few lines on the page before reminding herself of the story and then continued though the pages until it was time to leave for the party.
Hannah entered into the messhall a few minutes later and looked around noticing Frek and Melain at the bar. Frek’s head gear had caught her attention, she decided to walk over and find out why he was wearing it.
Hannah got herself a drink and then moved over to the two officers.
“Not interrupting am I,” she asked. They shook their heads.
“Happy Birthday,” Melain said with a smile. Hannah smiled back.
“Happy Birthday too,” Frek said quickly. Hannah turned to him and could help notice the orange stands of hair poking out from under his hand. Hannah couldn’t help but laugh.
“What happened?” she said trying to stop herself from laughing.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2006 4:45:22 GMT
As Grace and Lani were on their way to the mess hall, Grace spotted Cyle. "Cyle, can we talk to you? Where are you going? The party's this way." "What party?" "Just a small get together in the mess hall. The excuse is Harrias and Hannah's birthdays, but I just thought we could all use a little bit of celebration. For no other reason than we did a pretty good job of finding that treasure. Care to walk with us?" and before he could answer, Grace linked her arm in his and practically dragged him with her. Lani just smiled. He could tell the LT wasn't that interested in the idea of a party, but Grace wasn't going to let him off that easy. "Come on along, Cyle. The worst that could happen is that you don't have fun and can leave. The best that could happen is that you really enjoy all the food I made, not replicated mind you actually cooked, and let the rest of us get to know you." Grace conjoled, then she turned to Lani and said "For instance, I happen to know something about Cyle that you don't know, Lani." "Very well, I'll play, but first we should explain the game to Cyle." Lani looked at Cyle "Grace taught me a game called 'I know something you don't'. The object is to tell something you know about a person who is present at the time to someone else that presumably that person doesn't know about the other." Cyle response was a very eloquent "Huh?" "I'm sure you'll pick it up as we go along. Alright, Grace, what do you know about Cyle I don't?" "He likes to throw rocks at zombies." The look on Lani's face was priceless, but better yet was the laugh that Grace heard from Cyle. He was still laughing as they entered the mess hall which was quite crowded. Grace started to worry that the food would give out long before the crowd did. Cyle noticed the worried look on her face and wanted to do something to get that look off her face. She had helped him to laugh like he hadn't laughed in a very long time. Cyle looked at Lani and said "Commander, I know something about Grace that you might not know." Lani stole a look at Grace and once again she was her smiling self "Alright, Cyle, may I call you Cyle?" "Yeah, if I can call you Lani?" "Sure! What do you know about Grace I don't? Keep in mind Cyle I've know her a long time." <Tag Cyle and surprise me!> (11639) ooc that actually made ME laugh grace, nice touch, now lets see what i can do for you IC "Grace can shoot a three pointer like none other, how about that, did you know that?" Cyle said with a satisifed smirk on his face. <tag Lani> "And I would actually prefer for you to call me Cyle, I dont like ranks that much anyway"
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