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Post by tpren on Apr 25, 2007 7:21:40 GMT
When Stephens saw T'Pren standing on the portico in front of the hotel, his heart gave a little leap at the pleasure of her presence here. In fact, he had not felt like that in a long, long time, and he was surpised at the strength of his---how could he say it?---desire to be with her, to just simply observe her, taking in the nuances and shadings of her expressions. He was quite taken with her, and as he arrived to within touching distance of her, he stopped and noted the smile on her face, quite pretty on her, but most un-Vulcanlike. But he knew that the joyous, emotional hot blood of the Native American was a part of her heritage, and though he respected deeply the Vulcan heritage in her, he was thrilled that whenever he was near, the joy of her pleasure won out and shown through as brightly as the twin Risan suns. T'Pren couldn't help smiling. She knew that it wasn't proper for a Vulcan to do so, but a larger part of her than she would have liked to acknowledge, really missed Connor Stephens while they were apart. She couldn't help thinking about how comforting he was to be around, and how he was always trying, ever so hard, to curb his enthusiastic and somewhat rambunctious personality in her presence, to honour her Vulcan heritage.[/color] T'Pren listened to Connor's stories of what he'd seen on Risa, and enjoyed seeing his excitement. He truly seemed to like this place, and T'Pren was certain that, in time, she'd also come to enjoy the simplicity of Risa. She could certainly find enough to do, between the scientific intrigue of its lush jungles, and the presence of Connor to share it with her. T'Pren walked to her room, much more sedately now that she was out of Connor's presence. She had given in to the urge to squeeze Connor's hand, and now was wondering at this new, emotionally bare side to her. Perhaps it was the Mohawk in her, coming out. She would meditate upon these new changes, and try to determine what her course of action should be regarding Connor. Part of her wanted to stay remote, cold, emotionless, as her Vulcan upbringing demanded. But a new side of her wanted to explore these new experiences, and see what they would bring. She knew that her mother would not approve of the way she was behaving, but found that she was increasingly less mindful of what her Vulcan family would say. The only obstacle that remained was her Bonding to Skonn. She hadn't really met him, hadn't seen him except for once at their Bonding Ceremony, almost 25 years previously. She couldn't honestly say that she knew anything more about him, as their Bond was not the strongest. She wondered if there was a way to Bond to two people...And not go mad. She changed into a civilian outfit of unrelieved black, as was the Vulcan style. Brushing her long hair, she tied it back into a tail and looked in her bags for the accoutrements to her wardrobe. Grabbing up her IDIC pin, she fastened it to her tunic. She slung the carved bone horse her father had given her, on a leather thong around her neck. Glancing in the mirror, she was satisfied with her appearance, and wondered at this new preoccupation with appearance, other than general tidiness. Another point to ponder in her meditations. But that wasn't for now. She took a jacket from in her suitcase, and went out to the lobby to join Connor at the barbecue festivities.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2007 22:27:51 GMT
Melain tapped her chronometer impatiently as Frek clamoured out of the shower drying his hair. Just before they where going to leave he decided he needed to wash the salt brine off before going anywhere. “Come on, we’re going to be late.”
“Fashionably late, we can make an entrance.” He grinned, tossing the towel in her direction. “Aren’t you a vision of loveliness.”
Melain rolled her eyes and dropped the towel on the bed. “Frek, you’ve..... let me.” she pulled his head down and straitened out his tousled hair. “It looked like you liked a conduit. I wonder who else is going to be there. You don’t think they are going to try to...convert us do you?”
“Probably.” Frek shrugged. “But who cares as long is it’s free food. Think of what we’ve been through hon, I’m sure we can sit through a five minute sermon and not throw on orange robes. I think that’s the path there. Come on, I’m starving.”
The hotel lobby seemed rather empty and a peak into the dining hall revealed the same thing. This barbecue was one very popular event. Melain looked at the invite again. There was a crude map which directed them down the beach. Melain passed it to Frek. “Your the navigator, navigate.”
He stuck his tongue out her and led the way. Not long after they where lost. Following the beach was easy, but it was now high tide and they where forced into the woods for a stretch. They would have been able to keep their sense of direction, but where momentarily distracted by, well, each other. “The moon was to our left when we walked along the beach, that means we should go that way.” Melain pointed.
”No, it was strait above us.” Frek insisted. “I think the hear the ocean coming from that way.” he pointed in the opposite direction Melain had.
”This is ridiculous, Two Starfleet officers lost in the woods. Let’s just think for a moment. What did they teach us back at the academy.”
“Not to get lost.”
“Haha, come on Frek surely you paid at least a little attention to that class.”
“I.... I never planned on getting lost. What about you Mrs Captain, how much do you remember?”
“No one pays attention in that class. Besides....” Melain let her voice fade out.
“What, Besides what?”
“There was a rather cute Trill who demanded a little more attention then the instructor.” Melain confessed. “I aced the exam and the practical parts though, really I did.”
“Not really helping us now is it.” Frek groaned.
“Look, I see a light. I think it’s the barbecue!” Melain pointed though the bushes. “Come on.”
“No one learns of this. If anyone asks we where delayed by that crazy diva.” Frek advised as he closed in behind her. They fought through the bushes and entered into a clearing. The light Melain saw was coming from a dim lantern that hung down from a tree and cast a shadowy glow on the area, leaving most of it in the dark. “Well that’s not very helpful is it?”
“Seems to be broken, let me look at it.” Frek took the lantern down and fiddled with it. “Only half on, there we... Oh my.” The now fully functioning lantern lit up the entire clearing to reveal a rather startling sight. Row upon row of well furnished cages full of peacefully sleeping.....
“Hey there, your not supposed to be here!” a clam voice sounded from behind them. Melain turned to see the young orange robed man who had rescued them at the beach earlier.
“We... we got lost.” Melain stammered.
“You gave us a rather lousy map.” Frek added.
“Maybe, but I can’t just let you leave now. The guests cannot know of this, they will not understand.” The young man brought up his hand which held a rather odd looking instrument which began to spew forth a rose coloured gas. Melain did not have much time to wonder what it was and soon felt the soft grass under her head and heard Frek fall with a soft thud by her side.
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Post by connorstephens on Apr 26, 2007 20:51:18 GMT
Stephens was almost too excited to get ready for the barbecue and his evening with T'Pren. After getting to his room, he was nearly in a dither trying to decide what to wear; he debated whether to wear cologne or not, pheromones out of the question since his last not-so-successful experience with them; shorts or long pants, sandals or boots, windbreaker or no. He decided to take a shower first, hoping his mind and his heart would slow down so he wouldn't feel like a sixteen-year-old about to have his first date in his father's car.
The water shower felt good on his body, and as the water streamed down his body, the heat of it relaxed him some. Shorts, definitely, it was warm enough for them. A blue and white tropical-style shirt, his blue windbreaker against the possible chill that might be forthcoming. Definitely hiking boots, he didn't know exactly where this place was, and would hate to be tender-footed in her presence, although there was nothing new about that--he'd certainly made fool of himself enough in her presence as it was. Sunglasses, a water bottle. And perhaps a wide-brimmed hat, to keep off the sun.
Satisfied with his preparations, he added just a dash of cologne, a spritz or two to liven things up, get her attention, please her senses. He'd forgotten what he was supposed to do for women on first dates, and he hadn't exactly been the galactic Romeo in his young and scientific life. But he thought it would do, and he had his personality on his side, after all, and she seemed to respond to that well enough. He hoped she would again. Fervently.
She had managed to get to the lobby before he had, and as his eyes fell on her, his breath seized, hitched a time or two, and appeared not to be in good working order. Dressed in simple black, with an IDIC medallion and what appeared to be a carven horse on a leather thong about her neck--she was exquisite, and in every way imaginable beautiful to him, and as he wheezed his way up to her, blushing like a scalded lobster, his eyes grew wide, his legs grew weak and he stuttered out, "My...my god, T'Pren. You are...I mean...you look...you look...beautiful!" And if it were possible, he blushed even more, embarrassed at his temporary dyslalia, his inability to speak sensibly.
She laughed out loud, and was the more beautiful for it. This shocked him a bit, he'd never seen a Vulcan laugh like that before, and it was, on a cultural experiential scale, disconcerting, to say the least. But it was oh-so-beautiful, and so was she, and he wouldn't have objected to marrying her just then, or fathering her children, for all of that. An overwhelming desire came to him to sweep her up in his arms, kiss her hotly, and drag her bodily off to his rooms, but at the onset of that delusion, he recalled that he had already tried that, under other emotionally stressful conditions, and he immediately refrained from thinking that way about her, determined just to enjoy her laughter, the way she looked, and the anticipatory possibilities of the evening.
She was asking something about did he know the way to go, and he realized he'd been staring too long, and that somewhere about his person he had a map folded and probably crunched beyond recognition by now, and he fumbled for it, checking the deep and numerous cargo pockets of his shorts, fishing about, his glasses sliding off onto the floor, reaching for them while checking his pockets, feeling a contortionist and wondering how she had the patience for him. The blush-red of his face hadn't completely gone out from before, and it ignited again, to his continued embarrassment.
But then he remembered who he was, a scientist of some distinction aboard a starship that didn't exist, though that wasn't his fault, and suddenly full of the elan which was a rich and endearing part of his personality, although it hadn't shown itself much in his encounters with her, he produced the map, wrinkled a bit but serviceable, and with a great romantic flourish opened it wide and said, "Well of course I know where we are going. To a barbecue..." here he squinted at the map, "just there. See? We'll take a course along the beach--here--then cut up through that stand of trees---just there--walk a few hundred meters--this way--curve around to the east again--just over there--and there we'll be!"
He wasn't sure she got it all, and he wasn't sure he did either. But his father had always told him, "If in doubt, follow the crowd," and this sage advice warmed him with its shining truth, and he never feared that they might get lost. She looked ready to go, and so was he, and turning to take her arm in his, off they went, in search of the great feast and local Risan barbecue, replete with the foods of the homeworld and with music and laughter aplenty.
Stephens' heart soared. He had the most beautiful woman of the galaxy on his arm, a song in his heart, and a rumbling appetite to match them all.
They walked for nearly a mile before they both realized that they were hopelessly lost.
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Post by davidramsey on Apr 30, 2007 0:20:30 GMT
The doctor ordered David to return to his room and rest, which was exactly what he did. Of course, he did have to deal with any number of odd looks due to his highlit eyes and medical robes, but it was better than being dead. He returned to his room and gingerly threw himself into his bed and pleasantly faded into unconsciousness.
When he woke up, he wasn't sure if it was early morning or late night. He didn't particularly care, he turned over and wrapped his arms around another cool pillow and pulled it toward him. The pillow didn't feel quite like he thought it would against his face, it was leathery and a bit fuzzy. Eyes still closed, David's brow furrowed. However, it wasn't until he realized the pillow was breathing that he panicked.
"Ahh!" he yelled and repelled himself from the bed and with one shove was all but standing next to the bed fumbling with the bedding that threatened to trip him up.
"Lights!" he thundered.
Wiping his eyes feverishly, he squinted at his bed, where a hideous red beast was looking back at him as though no screaming or shoving had even occured. After David's eyes adjusted the little monster got up and slowly made it's way toward him, making a sound that could have been purring.
David tenatively offered his hand and the hairless beast nuzzled it lovingly.
"Well, you're not so hard to find, are you?" he asked 'Lil Prince', "Your mother is worried sick about you."
He turned to the clock on the other side of the room and found that is was nearly 2100 hours. Not nearly as late as he'd thought, there was time to return the little cat to his owner at least. David petted the little thing behind the ears and it seemed very happy for the attention.
"Lil' Prince?" he said calmly and was surprised when the animal hissed at him and moved away, "Hmm, I guess you don't like that name, huh?"
He tried to coo and murmur sweetly to try and coax the beast into returning to him and found he was very successful. After a moment or two, David left and clothed himself. He scooped the cat up in his arms and headed for the front desk. Of course, there was no way that he was going to get to the front desk before Miss Valentine spotted him.
"You! YOU STOLE MY SWEETY!" she shrilled and David suddenly had a venomous beast in his arms, Prince was fighting tooth and nail to get out of his arms. He soon realized why Prince had made a break for it, he seemed to strongly dislike Valentine, and David very much agreed with him.
"Give him to me!" the woman cried as she all but pounced on David like a wolverine.
"Ow, ow, ow, that's my arm not a chicken wing, lady!" he said as he felt teeth sink into his flesh, "Ow, ow, OW stop that!"
He shook off the old woman and bolted down the hall with prince's claws firmly rooted in the flesh on his chest. For some reason he didn't want to give the cat back now, he was bleeding and it wasn't the cat's fault. He checked to see if the old lady was following as he ducked down another hallway and back toward his room. He was breathing heavily and doubled over. Prince jumped out of his arms and rubbed against David's legs, purring loudly.
"You hate her don't you?" he asked finally, "I can understand why a cat would ... "
The cat looked up at him and purred an affirmative. David squinted at him curiously.
"You can understand everything I say, can't you?"
Another flurry of purrs came back to him.
"Hmm, that means you're intelligent, which means you can't possibly be owned by someone, right? I mean, that would be against every ethic thing I know," he said as the cat rubbed against his legs assuringly, purring all the while, "Here, you go back into my room, I'm going to come up with a plan."
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Post by juddsandage on May 9, 2007 5:54:26 GMT
Judd was happy enough just to be transferring to the Nevada; that he would do so by way of Risa was an extra added bonus. He briefly felt guilty for leaving behind his crew mates on the El Salvador, but then he reminded himself that he didn't plan it this way. But he planned to make the best of it; he hoped there woudl be time for him get in a little rock climbing at the cliffs of Galartha while he was here, in addition to enjoying the more...traditional...entertainment available on Risa.
The transport entered a standard orbit, and before long Judd was beaming down into the lobby of one of Risa's numerous resort hotels where he had made hasty reservations. He was lucky, the reservations clerk told him, that he was able to get a seaside room; there had been a last-minute cancellation, and they were happy to let Judd have the room. Judd was happy to accept the key from the desk clerk, and, duffel bag in hand, headed toward the lift.
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Post by tpren on May 9, 2007 20:34:43 GMT
T'Pren looked around her, trying to orient herself. "I believe we are lost", she told Connor. "I hope that map is just old, and not meant to lead us into trouble somewhere?" she said. She looked at the path they had followed and realized there were two other sets of footprints on the path, newly made in the damp, muddy soil.
"There must be someone else up ahead of us who has also followed the same map", she told Connor and indicated the footprints. Connor agreed that the prints were relatively new, and that there were obviously two different sets. "Should we follow them into the woods, or retrace our steps and see where we went wrong?" she asked Connor. "Wait. I hear voices" she said before he could respond. "It sounds like Lorre and Frek", she said. "I wonder if they're lost too? Shall we go and join them to see if they know a way out of here?".
Connor agreed that this was a reasonable idea, since Frek, being a navigator had less likelihood of being lost than they did.
They set out down the path, T'Pren indicating the direction of the sound, and Connor following the footprints.
T'Pren knew she should be worried. They were lost on a strange planet, in the woods with, possibly, strange creatures. But as long as she was with Connor Stephens, she felt somehow safe. As if nothing could possibly go too badly wrong with him there. She obviously did not remember their Academy days together, where Stephens seemed to be a magnet for trouble. Love is truly blind, and T'Pren was finding herself increasingly admitting that state of being. She was falling in love with Connor Stephens. She tried to supress her emotions, as was Vulcan Proper, but she found that her human half was less predictable than she had realized when studying at the Vulcan Science Academy. She was beginning to realize just how complicated the duality of her heritage would be.
Walking down the path, she kept sneaking surreptitious glances at Connor, and caught him doing the same. Finally, she just surrendered herself to a little bit of emotion, and took his hand. Together, they followed Lorre and Frek.
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Post by Deleted on May 10, 2007 17:00:02 GMT
Melain's dreams where troubling. She found herself in the centre of a tribunal, black robed cats surrounded her and spoke in a hissing tone. To her right stood Frek, looking dishevelled and exhausted. "Nnnnot allowwwwed! Youuuu havvve brokkkkeen mannyy rulesss." The lead cat hissed, and the others added agreement.
"Some things are more important then the rules." Melain defended, the cats growled and she felt something hit her cheek.
"Captain, Captain wake up!" She heard an unfamiliar, yet kind, voice. "I left my medkit back in the room. Connor see if you can find some water, there might be some in one of those cages."
Melain let her eye slowly open, but her vision was still clouded. She felt water hit her face and her vision cleared. Hovered over her was T'Pren Ironhorse and beside her with an empty water dish in his hand was Connor Stephens. "Frek" Melain spoke, finding her throat dry and cracked.
"The Commander is also recovering. Don't try to sit up." T'Pren directed as Melain tried to search around for Frek. She noticed the cages that held all the cats where now empty. "What was in those?" T'Pren asked.
"Cats" Melain took a deep breath. "Every cat from around the area."
"Here, drink this." Connor handed her another dish. She hesitated wondering at it's cleanliness, but her thirst overwhelm her and she drank.
"It's those red robed guys, they took them." Melain turned to see Frek slowly rise despite T'Pren protesting. "I feel like I just spent a night drinking blood wine with a group of Nausicans.” He leaned over and embraced Melain, kissing her passionately. His dry mouth seemed to suck the moisture right out of hers. Melain pulled away sharply and shot his a cautionary glance, and darted her eyes toward Connor and T’Pren.
“I.... Oh.” Connor whispered. “I thought that Star Fleet did not....”
“They don’t,or at least they rarely do.” Melain explained. “Frek and I could get in a lot of trouble if this went to Command. I can’t order you to lie for us to a superior, but I can ask you to keep this quiet.”
Frek slowly stood, and supported himself against a tree as he helped Melain up. “What should we do< about the cats?”
Melain thought for a moment. “They are people’s pets. I think we should make sure they are returned.”
“Good idea, but where are they....” Conroe's question was interrupted by a loud bang, they all looked around, and then up at the sky. Someone was shooting off fireworks, but they where not coming from the direction of the resort. They stood petrified for a moment, then a rustling noise grew and grew and seemed to be headed in their direction. Cats, hundreds of cats, bolted through the trees with wild looks on their faces.
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Post by connorstephens on May 10, 2007 22:56:25 GMT
When he realized that both he and T'Pren were lost, and that the map they carried and had relied on was not accurate, Stephens was disappointed in himself. But more than this, he somewhat expected that T'Pren would begin to wonder about his skills as an officer, which had already been sorely tested as a Cadet at the Academy. They were supposed to be having a date, for which they were both dressed nicely, and it was supposed to go smoothly, Stephens displaying a flair for the romantic with T'Pren marveling at the suave way in which he conducted himself.
But being lost was not particularly suave,--in fact, it reeked of the kinds of thing Stephens normally got up to. So when he braved a look in her eyes, expecting to see a chiding expression, he was surprised and delighted to see her eyes sparkling, almost merry, as she logically went about the task of organizing their response to their predicament. Oh blessed logic!! Neither for the first time nor the last, Stephens smiled and thanked his lucky stars for having a woman such as this one, beautiful and practical, sweet and logical, supplementing his meager stock of all four traits.
"There must be someone else up ahead of us who has also followed the same map", she told Connor and indicated the footprints. Connor agreed that the prints were relatively new, and that there were obviously two different sets. "Should we follow them into the woods, or retrace our steps and see where we went wrong?" she asked Connor. "Wait. I hear voices" she said before he could respond. "It sounds like Lorre and Frek", she said. "I wonder if they're lost too? Shall we go and join them to see if they know a way out of here?".
Stephens was amazed and thankful that she had taken charge. He had only been thinking of her response to his blunder, and hadn't noticed anything. Immediately, having something to do, he and T'Pren set off in the direction of the voices, following a winding path through the trees, T'Pren's hand clutched in his, he squeezing hers at intervals, sneaking looks at her, and noticing that she did the same with him.
They came to a kind of clearing. On a tree nearby, they saw a lantern hanging. To their immense amazement, they also saw many small cages, locked together in row upon row. These were open and empty, some clean and some rather scattered with the remnants of food and water. Lying near the cages were the CO, Lorre Melain and the FO, Frek Thelev. Stephens recognized them from meeting them earlier. But he wasn't expecting to see them again in such a short order; neither was he expecting to see them both unconscious.
He looked at T'Pren who looked back to him. There was something in her look that caused Stephens' heart to flutter, and he was about to succumb once again to thoughts of her as a lover when Melain stirred and spoke.
"Captain, Captain wake up!" It was T'Pren speaking. "I left my medkit back in the room. Connor see if you can find some water, there might be some in one of those cages."
"Uhh, yes, of course," Stephens responded. He went to some of the various cages and found some water still in some of the dishes. In the meantime, T'Pren was kneeling near the pair, checking for vitals.
Having collected several containers of water, Stephens dashed some on Melain's face, waking her instantly. He did the same with Frek, who groggily came to his senses as well. Don't try to sit up." T'Pren directed as Melain tried to search around for Frek. She noticed the cages that held all the cats where now empty. "What was in those?" T'Pren asked.
"Cats" Melain took a deep breath. "Every cat from around the area."
"Cats!" Stephens exclaimed. He remembered. from his walk earlier, how he had noticed that there were no cats. At once, he began realting what he had done, where he had gone, and what he had thought with regard to the cats.
"Here, drink this." Connor handed her another dish.
"It's those red robed guys, they took them." Melain turned to see Frek slowly rise despite T'Pren protesting. "I feel like I just spent a night drinking blood wine with a group of Nausicans.” He leaned over and embraced Melain, kissing her passionately.
Stephens was deeply surprised at this behavior. Though his feelings were not so different toward T'Pren, and though he gladly would have kissed her at any point during any day, still the openness with which the CO and FO embraced was surprising.
“I.... Oh.” Connor whispered. “I thought that Star Fleet did not....”
“They don’t,or at least they rarely do.” Melain explained. “Frek and I could get in a lot of trouble if this went to Command. I can’t order you to lie for us to a superior, but I can ask you to keep this quiet.”
Frek slowly stood, and supported himself against a tree as he helped Melain up. “What should we do about the cats?”
“They are people’s pets. I think we should make sure they are returned.”
“Good idea, but where are they....” Connor's question was interrupted by a loud bang, they all looked around, and then up at the sky. Someone was shooting off fireworks, but they were not coming from the direction of the resort. They stood petrified for a moment, then a rustling noise grew and grew and seemed to be headed in their direction. Cats, hundreds of cats, bolted through the trees with wild looks on their faces.
The question on everyone's lips was answered. HERE were the cats!
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Post by davidramsey on May 11, 2007 3:09:46 GMT
David really had no idea what to do. He'd considered how he would ever hope to leave his room again lest he run into the Mistress Valentine. He sat down on his bed, his head on his fist, watching the cat that detested its own name. Finally, he decided that perhaps the best way to get started was to figure out just what Lil' Prince wished to be called after all.
"Hmm, so, my little friend," he said to the cat, feeling vaguely stupid, "What is your name?"
The cat looked at him and winked.
"Okay ... uhm ... Bruce?"
hiss
"Jonah?" - hiss - "Donovan?" - hiss - "Mikail?"
There was a pause as though the little feline was considering. He walked over to David and rubbed his head against the officer's upper arm, purring incessantly.
"Ah, Mikail it is?"
Purr
David smiled and rubbed the cat behind his ears and suddenly realized that he was begining to enjoy the cat's company. He rubbed the cat all around his head and along his body and Mikail sent a volley of grateful purrs back at him. David had to think of something ... he couldn't let Valentine take Mikail, he just couldn't. Something inside of him would not allow it. It wasn't until some time after the petting session that David started to realize that Mikail was communing with him telepathically. He could almost make it out.
"If you want me to do what you like, you gotta telecommunicate louder," David said off handedly as he stood and made to put on some different, darker clothes.
He was actually surprised when something pushed it's way through.
I haven't really tried in a long time ... She always blocked me out and after a while, you lose the gift.
David's mouth dropped open and he stood and stared at the cat.
"Alright," David said, still very flabbergasted, "Uh, so ... uh ... Mikail?"
Yes?
"What are you?"
I am a Riesha of the golden forrest, I was taken from there when I was young and given to that ... woman.
"Right."
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Post by juddsandage on May 11, 2007 20:43:05 GMT
Judd, duffel bag over one shoulder, pressed his right thumb against the scanner, was recognised, and the door to his suite popped open. He just stood there a moment, taking in the sight of utter luxury. Oh wow, this beats the old Waldorf-Astoria on Earth! He stepped dumped his duffel bag on the bed, ad explored the suite for a few minutes. A hot tub, large bathroom, a be big enough for at least a half-dozen people....Judd grinned at that last, then went over and opened the balcony doors.
What a view! The panorama before him was a beautiful ocean vista to rival that of any tropical paradise on Earth. Judd stepped out, and closed his eyes, breathing deeply of the sea-scented air. The heard a distant bang, then a commotion below. He opened his eyes and looked down. To Judd's amazement, there seemed to be a herd of cats exploding from the nearby bushes. "What the hell?"
Even Judd, who had never set foot on Risa before today, knew that such an occurrence was not the norm here. That, coupled with the bang he heard immediately before, meant that something was afoot. His curiousity afire, Judd ran for the door, bolted down six flights of stairs, and was hurrying through the lobby. He noted peripherally that he wasn't the only one headed out to see what the commotion was.
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Post by davidramsey on May 16, 2007 10:34:14 GMT
David sat and talked with the cat, or Reisha, for a few more muinutes until a loud banging sounded on his door. Mikail hissed and backed away from the door as a shreik reverberated down the hallway.
"GIVE ME MY PRECIOUS!"
"Oh, that's just fabulous," David murmured as he looked at Mikail, "Miss Valentine I presume?"
You presume correct - hiss
David had never heard something hiss both audibly and telepathically, he had to admit it was an interesting experience. Mikail backed himself under a nearby curtain with just his very red head sticking out.
She will leave me be soon enough, I have finally been able to bring my force to bear.
David stared at the feline.
"What force?"
Suddenly, there was a bang and a commotion outside. David ran to the window and threw it open. There came, from the jungle, legions of legions of cats. They came from all sides, flooded the patios and some even fell in the pools. They covered the whole of the landscape, where there was not foliage, there was cat. David squinted and stared. He couldn't see the ground, all he could see was writhing fur and all he could hear was "meow" from all corners and at various frequencies.
He turned back to Mikail and then looked toward his door, which someone was attempting to batter down by throwing their body against the door. David walked over to the door, unlocked it, and a few seconds after one such thud, he opened the door and watched Miss Valentine fly across his room and directly into a wall. He peered back out into the hall and saw them. Three cats were headed intently toward his room and he had a feeling that there were several more on the way. He closed the door and sealed it.
"Mikail, this is not the best way to go about doing this," he said toward the red mass of skin that was huddled in the corner away from Valentine who seemed to have knocked herself unconscious.
She took me from my home, she carried me about like some petty piece of jewelry, then, then, she forgot about me. Left me all alone while she went off and did whatever she wished ... and I was made to wait for her! Always for her! I was made silent, for her! A servant to her whim! I, a prince of the jungle, was made to beg for attention! No! I will have my vengence!
David stared at the tiny evil genius and sighed. He heard the mewing from outside his door. They were starting to scratch at the door. David wondered just what he could possibly do. Although he did not enjoy the idea of being trapped with Miss Valentine, he couldn't just ... serve her up to the cats. He paused a moment as he considered that exact thought and shivered. No, he had to find a way to get her out of there, but there was only one way out now ... through the window. He opened it once more and had to cover his ears to shield them from the noise below. He had to think of something ...
David soon realized that several other people were outside, up on top of the various items of pool furniture, one in particular caught his eye, a man in a yellow starfleet uniform. A starfleet engineer ... it had to be, the Nevada was expecting one after all. If anyone could help him, it was an engineer. The question was, how could he possibly get him to where he could help? That was another item for debate later, for now, he needed to get his attention.
"HEY!" David shouted and waved at the man, but he got no response. He tried to figure out what else he could do. He thought about throwing one of his PADDs at the man, but realized that wasn't exactly something he wanted to throw away. He looked over at Valentine and smiled wickedly. A moment later, he was throwing her gawdy rings, gently of course, at the area around the man below, careful not to hit him.
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Post by Deleted on May 16, 2007 22:31:56 GMT
The small group of humanoids sheltered themselves against the furry howling onslaught that burst through the clearing. Melain spotted a familiar looking, small and frightened calico and grabbed it. It was the kitten belonging to Tanet the ship’s medical technician. The small shivering mass buried itself in her tunic and meowed faintly.
“Where are they going?” Frek asked over the racket
“Away from the blast, I don’t think they have anywhere in mind.” Melain replied.
“No, a blast should send them in all directions, every cat is heading that way.” Conner pointed to a narrow path leading out of the clearing. It was the same path they had come down.
Soon the line of felines ended and there was a brief pause in which the Star Fleet officers straitened up and shared a weak smile. Melain had to admit, it was all rather amusing. There calm state was soon ended when human cries sounded from the directions the cat had come and a group of orange robed locals burst from the bushes hollering.
“Go, Go messengers of the great one! Rescue your lord! Rescue the fire cat!” they yelled and continued down the path. Without thinking Melain reached out and grabbed the robe of one of the men. He continued stark naked.
“Maybe we should follow them.” T'pren suggested staring at the orange fabric Melain was holding, astonished.
“Why?” Frek asked.
“Well, I for one am quite curious as to what is going on.” Melain replied. “Hold this.” she tossed him the robe, which he dodged. “Besides, they may lead us out of these woods. Come on, before we lose them.” She bolted after the sounds of the cultist’s making their way through the woods. The rest of the officers followed her.
It was not exactly difficult to follow the path of the cats, they had left an obvious trail of hair and broken foliage behind. They emerged from the woods with a full view of the resort from which came a great deal of screeching, cries for help, some laughter and the distinct voice of Karen Valentine screeching at the top of her lungs. Cautiously Melain led the team onwards.
Within the resort walls there where cats everywhere. Owners where grasping to their feline’s desperately, some had trapped them under boxes, others had thrown towels of blankets over them, but the frenzied cat’s resisted. Inside her tunic Tanet’s kitten continued to meow, thankfully it seemed too young and frightened to try to escape. As they followed Valentine’s screeching Melain spotted the Bolian technician looking around frantically. “Crewman!” he yelled, rushing over. She pulled the curled up kitten out of her tunic and handed it to him, “Next time use a leash.” She advised, then followed after the others.
There was a group of orange robed Risans in a circle around what could only be described as chaos. Karen’s screams came from within the group and at first Melain thought they may be attacking her. “Leave her alone! Someone call secure....” Melain’s calls where interrupted when she got close enough to see that none of the Risans where anywhere near the burnt out diva, rather she was surrounded by a hissing mob off cats that seemed ready to pounce at a moment’s notice. The former singer had removed her high heeled shoes and held them out like some sort of weapon. Melain was reminded of a chair wielding lion tamer she had encountered in a picture book from her youth. The Risans where chanting slowly and inaudibly. Melain, with all her Star Fleet training, was at a loss of what to do. As much as she reviled her former role model, she could not bare the thought of her being torn to pieces by the crazed animals like some gladiator in an ancient arena.
Looking around Melain spotted David Ramsey looking out a window. He tossed something and Melain followed it to see who she recognised from his file picture as the ship’s new Engineer. Yes, an engineer, modern magicians and always useful in a tight spot.
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Post by juddsandage on May 19, 2007 3:22:36 GMT
OFF: *singing* I'm back in the saddle again!
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Judd was taking a short-cut across the pool area, and had paused briefly to take bearings, when, inexplicably, he felt something hit him. He yelped, and in the same instant, lashed out at empty air with a spin kick. Then he looked down and saw what had hit him. some sort of gaudy piece of jewelry. He bent down and picked it up, then looked in the direction from which it came. A man in a Starfleet uniform, with Ops yellow at the collar, and gesturing frantically. Judd got the hint, broke into a run, and, in a move that would have made his old college track coach proud, cleared the fence around the pool area with a long hurdle stride. In seconds, he was standing beside the officer. "What's the problem?" he drawled in his Tennessee accent.
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Post by connorstephens on May 24, 2007 23:15:49 GMT
It was, perhaps, the strangest sight Stephens could ever have imagined. The sheer numbers of cats, tens of thousands, screaming through the forest, loud enough to hurt the ears, was simply astounding! And yet they felt no danger, none immediate anyway, as they picked themselves up and headed back to the hotel. All thoughts of a barbecue were pointless now, and Stephens gave a little sigh as he thought how hard it had been just to get a dinner date with T'Pren.
He looked at her and found her looking back at him. No fear showed on her face at all; in fact what was there astonished Stephens, a look of merriment, joy and with smiling lips and sparkling eyes, something else that made Stephens' heart leap. It occurred to him that T'Pren was enjoying their closeness, as he was, and that she did not want to let go of these moments. Stephens smiled back, squeezed her hand for reassurance, and led her back to the hotel just behind Melain and the unusually-silent Frek.
The sight that greeted them there was even more astounding still. Tens of thousand more cats, from every cardinal direction, had poured into the resort walls, screeching and hissing and climbing over each other in a madness Stephens could not have explained. Melain stopped for a bit and collected one small cat, a little trembler by the look of it, and hid it in her clothing. The rest were converging on a single point, and there were several orange-robed people nearby who were chanting in some unintelligible language.
A piercing scream broke through the throng. The voice was undeniably familiar, that of the broken-down jello-bodied former star of stage and screen, now reduced to living on past glories, unable to acknowledge that life had moved on and so had her looks. She had her high-heeled shoes pointed menacingly toward the gathering of cats; the cats, in their turn, seemed not the least intimidated by her. The people gathered were stonily silent, and unmoving, perhaps due to the extremity of what was before them, perhaps due to a certain lack of sympathy for the foul-mouthed foghorn masquerading as someone important. The entire scene was surreal, and if Stephens had not felt T'Pren's hand still in his own, warm and pulsing, he might have been convinced that he was dreaming.
The screeching rose to a crescendo, and Stephens, without thinking much about it, moved closer to T'Pren in a protective gesture. His arm went about her, and she placed her head on his shoulder. "I suppose that the barbecue is out, then," he said to her. "What do you think? Dinner in my room?" It was a bold request, but Stephens, after seeing the way she had been with him, was fair certain she would accept.
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2007 22:17:53 GMT
Melain looked around frantically for something resembling a flashing neon sign providing her with instructions. There was none. Even the Admiral stood, mouth gaping open, arm around his wife, staring at the shrieking diva. This was not something one usually encountered in Academy drills, or in regular duty, Hell, this was not something someone expected to encounter at all. The Borg, maybe, weird spacial anomalies, yes, yourself from the mirror universe, it had happened, but this.....
“Captain...” Frek began. Melain shot him a glare meant to convey three things: first that she still hated that title, two that coming from his mouth it was even more awkward and three that she was off duty and was not obligated to provide her crew with orders to save the day. Of course if she knew what to do she would intervene, but she hadn’t a clue.
A small voice sounded beside her and Melain looked down. “We should think of a way to call of the cats.” it was a young Rigellian wearing local clothing, he held a squirming siamese in his arms. He looked up at her expectantly.
“You mean like a dog whistle?” Frek asked, “I don’t think....”
“How should I know, I’m eight years old!”: the kid snapped before rushing off through the crowds. Melain stared after him astonished.
“Well that was rude!” Frek yelled after. “Kids, like little....”
“He’s right, we need to find something the cats will find more interesting then Miss Valentine and spring some sort of a trap....” Melain bit her lip in deep concentration.
“Blood makes lousy lipstick mame.” Melain looked over to see Conner Stephens. Immediately he clapped his hand over his mouth. “Sorry mame I....”
“No, your right, it’s a bad habit I’ve had for ages.” Melain cut him off. “Conner, T’Pren, can either you think of anything to lure the cats away from Karen, think quickly, we haven’t much time.”
“What do we have?” T’Pren asked.
There was a question, what use was an idea if they did not have the tools to put in place. “Anything in a resort, and my medkit... which is in my room.” Melain replied. It was almost foolish she still carried a medkit with her, but old habits died fast. “I think that whatever is controlling them must be strong, so whatever we use needs to be stronger.”
“What about food?” Frek grinned. “Grab some nice steaks from the kitchen...
“Good idea, go find some.” Melain directed. Frek hesitated, then headed to the kitchen. “I don’t think that’s going to work, but it’s worth a try.” she added as he disappeared.
Just then a yell from the balcony brought their eyes upwards to see David Ramsey struggling with the bald red cat. Melain was not sure why, but something told her the young operations officer needed to keep hold of that beast.
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Post by tpren on Jun 5, 2007 9:40:18 GMT
The screeching rose to a crescendo, and Stephens, without thinking much about it, moved closer to T'Pren in a protective gesture. His arm went about her, and she placed her head on his shoulder. "I suppose that the barbecue is out, then," he said to her. "What do you think? Dinner in my room?" It was a bold request, but Stephens, after seeing the way she had been with him, was fair certain she would accept
"It seems the only logical alternative" T'Pren replied softly. She looked around them and wondered what would happen next. Certainly life with Stephens was never dull!
“Connor, T’Pren, can either you think of anything to lure the cats away from Karen, think quickly, we haven’t much time.”
“What do we have?” T’Pren asked.
There was a question, what use was an idea if they did not have the tools to put in place. “Anything in a resort, and my medkit... which is in my room.” Melain replied. It was almost foolish she still carried a medkit with her, but old habits died fast. “I think that whatever is controlling them must be strong, so whatever we use needs to be stronger.”
“What about food?” Frek grinned. “Grab some nice steaks from the kitchen...
“Good idea, go find some.” Melain directed. Frek hesitated, then headed to the kitchen. “I don’t think that’s going to work, but it’s worth a try.” she added as he disappeared.
Just then a yell from the balcony brought their eyes upwards to see David Ramsey struggling with the bald red cat. Melain was not sure why, but something told her the young operations officer needed to keep hold of that beast.
T'Pren looked upward at the struggling animal, and something told her to let down her mental barriers for one split second. NO!! You MUST stay with him!!! she thought hard at the cat. The resultant mental squall was so loud she dropped to her knees, holding her temples. "What's going on? T'Pren, are you alright" said a voice above her. She strove to connect with that voice, knowing it was Connor, and that he was concerned about her. "I am alright. I'm just experiencing some...Odd...Mental effects from trying to communicate with the cat in David Ramsey's arms. I sensed it was telepathic, and since Vulcans are, by our very genetics, naturally higher psi than most humans, I instinctively tried to tell the cat to stay there." T'Pren stopped talking, aware that she sounded as though she were lecturing him. "I'll be alright now." she reassured him.
"Captain, I believe that these are not ordinary cats. I sense a telepathy in them, that I may be able to use to lure them away." she told Lorre. "I am not certain that it will be successful, as I just discovered with the red cat, but," she gulped "I am willing to try it if you would like." <tag Lorre and Connor, and maybe David>
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Post by davidramsey on Jun 5, 2007 23:09:24 GMT
David struggled with Mikail as the cat attempted to launch itself out into the maelstrom below. The feline intently wanted to scratch Valentine's eyes out and even the most powerful persuasion can really hold back a cat intent on revenge. However, something from below came at frequency it threw back the minds of both the cat and David. They both stumbled back from the window and the words seemed to echo through every part of his mind.
NO! You must stay with him!!!
David's whole world reeled with those words, they seemed to be painted all over the room and inside his eyelids. Fortunately, Mikail was left in a similar daze. Luckily, David recovered first and he snatched the cat up in his arms and darted out of his room. In moments he was downstairs and darting through the lobby. He ran into the mass of cats as he came sliding up against the main doors. They were pressing against the opposite side, he was trapped.
"Mikail, tell them to back off!"
NO
"Mikail! Please, they are going to kill her!"
Good ...
"No, not good, she loved you! She may be crazier than a klingon on spice, but she did love you! You were her prince."
Ha! A name she gave to me because she saw herself as the queen of the universe, don't try to rationalize her actions to me. I know that animal much better than you.
David had to give him that. Perhaps he did know Valentine better than anyone else. However, that didn't change the fact that killing her would not make anything better ... only worse.
"But you are a prince! You said so yourself ... would a prince lower himself to the level of petty vengence over an obviously vanquished foe?"
Mikail seemed to consider. He hissed and gnashed his teeth and he twisted about in David's arms. Then ... the cat settled into David's arms with an almost forelorn expression on his face.
No, he would not.
As soon as the words entered David's mind, the cats outside began to disperse. It was a rapid thing and there were cats simply wandering around the patio area rubbing against legs and doing things that cats normally do. Then from the forest came two men, dressed in orange robes with long metal sticks with loops of wire at the end. They seemed intent on capturing the cats. David didn't pay them much attention as the pressure on the outside of the main doors lessened and he walked out into the courtyard to join his crewmates.
Valentine immediately made a beeline for David.
"Give me my precious!"
David put out his hand and the woman stopped.
"No, I will not," he said plainly, "This cat just saved your life. He is not a mindless pet, but am intelligent, sentient creature and he belongs on his home world, not in your little hand bag."
Mikail hissed in agreement.
Suddenly, everyone in the group heard him speak.
I shall remain with this human until I find what world you had me stolen from. Do not attempt to take me away or I shall call my minions back and I shall have them finish the job I had originally intended for them.
Everyone stared at the animal, including David.
He looked at his captain with a mildly pleading look.
"Can I keep him, Captain?"
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Post by connorstephens on Jun 6, 2007 14:07:58 GMT
The place was complete madness. The screeching of the cats, the strained and strident voices of the assembled beings telling everyone what to do, and the high-pitched squealing of the disheveled diva all contributed their share to the ongoing mayhem. For his part, Stephens was just glad that he had T'Pren close to him and that she was safe.
The Captain was trying to say something, but Stephens could not hear her above the roar of the moment. However, he did see that when she looked up toward a balcony, there was David Ramsey holding, of all things, the most hideous red cat Stephens could have imagined. It was the one on the wanted poster; the cat, seemingly unaware of this, struggled mightily in Ramsey's arms. To Stephens' immense surprise, T'Pren suddenly fell to her knees, holding her head.
"What's going on? T'Pren, are you alright?" Stephens said above her.
"I am alright. I'm just experiencing some...Odd...Mental effects from trying to communicate with the cat in David Ramsey's arms. I sensed it was telepathic, and since Vulcans are, by our very genetics, naturally higher psi than most humans, I instinctively tried to tell the cat to stay there."
T'Pren stopped talking suddenly. "I'll be alright now." she reassured him.
"Captain, I believe that these are not ordinary cats. I sense a telepathy in them, that I may be able to use to lure them away." she told Lorre. "I am not certain that it will be successful, as I just discovered with the red cat, but," she gulped "I am willing to try it if you would like."
Stephens was amazed at this new-found side of T'Pren. Although he was aware, certainly, that Vulcans possessed a telepathic sense ordinarily, Stephens had never considered that it might be useful in a room full of cats, much less in a hotel square crammed with them.
He assumed once more his protective posture, openly daring anyone to come near her. He liked that sense of being able to protect her if needed--all he'd done up unil now had been to endanger her, and he was the more amazed that she seemed to prefer him anyway.
There appeared to be no change in the atmosphere or in the environment that would signal a new direction in the current standoff, but somehow it did come. Whether it was T'Pren or no, Stephens couldn't tell. All he knew was that in one instant, there was screaming everywhere, in the next, complete calm and cats wandering aimlessly about. The red cat struggled no more; the wearied Miss Valentine asked for her cat returned, but was rebuffed immediately by Ramsey, who asked the Captain if he could keep it himself pending the finding of the cat's native home.
All in all a strange day, to say the least. And it was at that moment that the Drs Holliday made their reappearance, looking about themselves confusedly, and walking up to Stephens with blank looks. Stephens burst out laughing. "A tale to tell, that's for sure." He then remembered the dinner invitation the couple had extended to him earlier. "Say, Doctors. My companion here, T'Pren, and I would like to take you up on your dinner invitation. T'Pren is a horticultural expert of some distinction, and I know that you and she will get along just famously. And then I will tell you the cat tale."
The Drs Holliday laughed and accepted. Stephens looked to T'Pren, who nodded slightly and smiled. "At least it's dinner," Stephens laughed.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2007 17:04:05 GMT
Melain looked at the wrinkled, bald, red creature, no alien, in David’s arms and then up at her Operations Officer. “No, you may not keep it.”
David’s eyes betrayed shock and he dropped the cat to the ground. It scurried behind him and hissed at the distraught diva. “But Captain, Mikail needs our help.”
“Yes, he does need our help, but as you clearly explained to Miss Valentine Mikail is no ordinary cat to be petted, crooned at and kept in ones quarters. He is a sentient being and no one can... keep a sentient being. I will offer him asylum on our vessel and we can search out his homeworld. I am sure that we can find quarters suitable to his needs.” Melain replied.
“Ah yes, your ship.” Melain turned sharply to see Admiral Hayes standing directly behind her. “Good job with the cats by the way, horrible creatures, My daughter’s always wanted one.” He wiped his hands off on his trousers and gave the Nevada crew a grin. “I received a transmission from Command only hours ago, the USS Nevada-B will be star worthy in one day. You can stay here your full two weeks, or head back to earth now and begin moving in. Your decision Captain.”
”Maybe so, but I should speak to my crew first.” Melain replied. “Thank you Admiral, I will get back to you shortly.”
“Oh, and Captain.”
“Yes?” Melain asked, the formal tone that had sneaked into the Admiral’s voice concerned her.
”I need to speak with you and your first officer. Meet with me in the lobby at 20:00 hours.”
Melain felt a shiver run up her spine, something told her that conversation would not be an enjoyable one. She shook it off and headed over to where most of her senior officers where standing. “Senior staff meeting in my quarters in fifteen minutes. Come as you are.”
She felt something brush against her leg and looked down to see Mikail. A voice crept into her mind and although her first instinct was the struggle against it, she let the voice flow. “Captain, I tttthank you for your hossspitalityyy and undersstandingg. During my time on your vesssel I will offffer my asssistance wherever necesssssary.”
Melain opened her voice to speak back, but realised that if the alien was telepathic, surely it could just read her mind. “Mikail, what has happened to the other cats, the non-sentient ones?”
“I have given them the gifffft of telepattthy, do not worry it is not permenant and issss already beginning to wear off. You are alsssso wondering about thhhee cult. I usssed theirrr faith to my advantage, they have served me well and I will release my hold on themmm. I have done horrrible tings, yessss, but I wasss desperate and it will not happpen again.” “Good, I will not tolerate my crew being used as pawns in a vengeful act.” Melain replied aloud. “You may join us in the meeting, follow me.” -------------------------
It took a little longer then fifteen minutes for the entire senior staff to congregate and since this was the first time for many of them to meet it took another several minutes for them to shake hands and settle down. Melain sat on the desk with Frek beside her and was vaguely reminding of study club meetings when she was at the Academy, of course very little studying actually occurred, it was really more of a gossip club. “Admiral Hayes tells me our ship will be ready soon and if we leave now we can move in an be off in less then a week. I would accept this offer and get started as soon as possible, however we still have over a week of leave and I do not want to cheat the crew out of that. I am going to be democratic, which would you prefer. To return to earth now and take our seats on the bridge, or in sickbay and engineering” she smiled at T’Pren and Judd. “Or to enjoy Risa for a little longer?”
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The decision had been made, and Melain was hardly surprised. The senior staff continued to mill about for a great deal longer until Melain kicked them out of her quarters and turned to Frek.
“Admiral Hayes wants to talk to us, we need to meet him in the lobby. He did not look like it was a conversation he is looking forward to.”
“Do you think this is about....”
“I don’t think, I know.” Melain replied. "Let's go, he'll be waiting."
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Post by tpren on Jun 7, 2007 19:57:56 GMT
T'Pren looked around at the other senior staff. Her eyes met Connor's and locked. They both knew that they had a duty to the Nevada but they also wanted to continue their interrupted business with each other. They had another week, why not use it? "I can be moved into sickbay within a day, Captain." T'Pren told Melain. "I have just my basic medikit and some personal belongings to bring with me, so it will not take any time at all." She hoped that the rest would agree with her, but knew that if the consensus was to begin the mission preparation immediately, she would definitely not argue. She knew her duty. Suddenly a voice spoke into her mind I would prefer some time to get to know the crew, if that is possible? T'Pren looked over at the cat Mikail and realized that he had been invited to join the crew of the Nevada. "Sir, I would be pleased to assist you in any way necessary when we are under way" she told him. "In the meantime, I would prefer to finish my leave time and to get to know my new crewmates myself. I hope this is acceptable to all concerned?" She stood back and waited for the decision.
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Post by connorstephens on Jun 8, 2007 0:06:38 GMT
All of the senior staff had assembled in the Captain's quarters for a meeting about their remaining time on Risa, and whether they would prefer to remian here for the next week, as they were owed, or return to Earth to get aboard the new ship, the Nevada-B, which was to be ready in one day's time. Stephens looked at T'Pren to guage her reaction to this, and as their eyes locked, Stephens knew that he would prefer staying here with her. Gazing at her, his heart once more began to speed up, and he was again astonished at the breathless feeling that overcame him in her presence..
As he started to speak, she said, "I can be moved into sickbay within a day, Captain." T'Pren told Melain. "I have just my basic medikit and some personal belongings to bring with me, so it will not take any time at all."
Stephens agreed, and had lovely visions of the two of them finally being able to have a nice quiet dinner together, perhaps with the Doctors Holliday, followed by a relaxed walk in the countryside, affording them the time and the privacy they needed to talk and get to know each other better. He craved to touch her, and hold her close, not out of brutishness or necessity, as before, but by consensual choice. He was certain, by her remarks, that she wanted the same.
"For myself, Captain, with all due respect, I would prefer to remain here just a bit longer. The vacation, to this point, hasn't exactly been as restful as one would want, and there is still much to see and experience." He continued holding T'Pren's gaze, and saw her smile at his words. "However, I am an officer in StarFleet, and will do as the Captain wishes."
The others assembled also spoke of their preferences, and had varying inputs for varying reasons. Out of fairness, Stephens would have honored them all. He reached for T'Pren's hand as the discussions continued.
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Post by davidramsey on Jun 8, 2007 8:14:35 GMT
David considered the question as Mikail seemed to materialize in a figure eight around his ankles. He spoke before he even really considered the question ... mainly because he already knew what his answer would be.
"Captain, in the past six months I've been drugged, interrogated, knocked out twice, seen my first ship explode, and I've been bitten by a rabid former teen sensation," he said plainly, "at this point, I am willing to kill for another week."
He didn't look at anyone but Captain Melain, but he could have sworn he heard a snigger come from Commander Thelev. He didn't blink nor did he smile he just stated the facts. Mikail jumped up and settled in his lap. The cat seemed to glare at everyone, somehow daring them to think of his as a pet even as he purred for David's attention. The ops officer scratched the animal behind his ears and recieved an almost telepathic purr in response. It reminded him of having his ears cleaned out with a water pick: intensely strange, but actually quite pleasant. He closed his eyes and nearly purred himself before he remembered where he was and who he was with. He coughed and sat up staight in his chair, looking around as though he'd never used his eyes before.
Someone else sniggered, but David didn't notice who ... instead he gave the captain his full attention.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2007 20:54:06 GMT
By the time Frek and Melain reached the lobby Risa’s twin suns were setting and a few stars had appeared. Admiral Hayes gave them a faint smile as they approached, he was dressed casually, but held himself as though he was about the enter a battle. “Quite a day wasn’t it?” he asked, beginning the small talk that would occur before he got the guts to say what he truly meant to.
“It certainly was, but apparently it has not turned my crew off the resort. We will be staying planet side for another few weeks so they can relax a little longer.” Melain replied as they began to walk. The Admiral seemed to have no destination in mind and they where headed towards the shore.
“Yes, yes, you have all earned yourselves a break.” The Admiral took a deep breath. “I... I’m not sure why Command asked me to speak with you, Magellin would have been a better choice, but I suppose I am here and perhaps the fact that we are rather unfamiliar helps as well.” He paused, as if expecting them to respond. Melain was unwilling to gamble on what he needed to say, and so it seemed was Frek. “Do you have any idea why I am needing to speak to the two of you?”
“The new ship is allergic to Andorians?” Frek replied, Melain could tell he was joking, but Admiral Hayes looked confused for a moment, and then smiled. Leave it to Frek to lighten the mood.
“Something about Tammeron?” Melain offered, although she was rather certain that was not correct.
“No, well not really. We suspect it took shape then, but had roots further back in your time together. Let’s face it, you two have not exactly done the best job of concealing anything. A Nausican wearing bright pink pyjamas would have had a better chance sneaking around then you two. Don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against the feelings you two share, but they are, they are....”
“Incompatible with our positions.” Melain added with a sigh, she should have seen this coming ages ago. The Admiral was right, they where rather lousy at hiding it.
Hayes shook his head. “Yes and no. There is at least one other couple I know of running a star ship, but the fact is both of them are more experienced and have proved that they can separate their jobs from their personal lives. Neither of you has that experience and neither of you have done much to prove you can handle it. I do not doubt your ability to command over all, but when difficult decisions have to be made how can you chose the lives of the many of the life of one if that individual is tied close to your heart.”
Frek grunted in reluctant agreement and Melain slipped her hand into his. No, that was a choice she never wanted to make.
“Command has asked me to give you a choice. Either one of you leaves the vessel and is assigned elsewhere, both of you take lower positions on a survey vessel or you both resign. I’m sorry to put you in this position, I truly am. I don’t need your answer now, but Command is expecting my reply by morning. My room is number 38.” With that the admiral turned around and headed back up the beach to the hotel leaving Frek and Melain standing alone.
Several minutes of silence passed by as they looked over the water at the setting suns. Then Frek spoke. “I’ll take another position, on some other ship. You earned this command position, I don’t want me to be the reason it is taken away.”
“No, Frek, No. Damn it all I wish we had never been promoted.” Melain sighed. “I’m not cut out for Command, and face it, neither are you. I would be much happier on some quiet little survey vessel in a little tiny sickbay then in the Captain’s chair on the fleet’s flagship. Either we both resign or we take the survey vessel.”
Frek groaned. “Survey vessel, Melain, do you have any idea how awful that would be? You slowly fly around and examine rocks. You’ll have nothing to do, and I’ll go insane.”
Melain sighed again, she was doing that a lot this evening. “Yeah, but if we resign what will we do?”
There was another long pause.
“My uncle owns and independent transport and he is looking for crew. It’s better then a survey vessel and we don’t have to worry about Star Fleet regulations keeping us apart.” A grin slowly crept across his face. “He takes interesting routes, does some archaeological stuff and medical aid as well. It’s perfect.”
Melain was so used to Starfleet, could she adjust to a civilian vessel? What would she tell her family, they where so proud of her.... then she looked at Frek’s beaming face, and his antenna that almost twitched with excitement. He was never meant for Starfleet and by the sounds of it this transport did some interesting things. “Okay, okay. Let’s drop our uniforms, pips and communicators off to the Admiral in the morning and enjoy the rest of our vacation as free men. Give your uncle a call and see if he is looking for an experienced pilot and medic to join his crew.”
“What about the rest of the crew?” Frek asked.
“I...” Melain was not looking forward to speaking to them, part of her felt like she was letting them down. “I’ll leave them a message. In fact, I don’t want to stick around much longer. Let’s take the next transport out of here. Where is your uncle?”
“I have no idea, he sticks around Deep Space six a fair bit, we should be able to meet up with him there.” Frek replied. He was still grinning. Here they where changing their lives completely and Melain had never felt so wonderful.
Hand in hand they rushed back to their hotel room and began to pack their things. Most of their things had been lost with the destruction of the Nevada-A, which meant everything they had could fit into a medium sized suitcase. Melain was packed sooner then Frek who had lost his toothbrush. As he continued the search Melain composed a letter to the crew explaining what had happened and how to keep in touch with them. She would download it onto some PaDDs and leave them at the desk on their way out.
Once down she joined Frek who was poorly folding their uniforms. “Let me.” she said, intervening just in time. They then stood back and looked at the neat little pile of tunic, pips and communicator. Melain took a mental picture in her mind and then scooped hers up and headed to room 38 to drop it off.
Admiral Hayes was not surprised, disappointed yes, but not surprised. He took the uniforms and wished them luck in their future endeavours. The transport out left the next morning at 0700 hours . --------------
“Do you think we are acting too quickly?” She asked as they headed out the lobby for the last time and headed for the transporter pad.
“No, the longer we wait the harder it will be to leave. This is the best time, besides I think the transport will be more our style.” With that he scooped her up in his arms and kissed her passionately. “For one thing, I’ll be able to do that on the bridge any time I want to.”
(OOC so long and thanks for all the fish!)
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