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Post by Deleted on May 16, 2007 11:55:39 GMT
A few hours had passed since the admiral had come to deliver the good and the bad news. D'Angelo had since then released Sonak from sickbay, though had expressed his desire for her to take the opportunity to rest.
The Vulcan had promised to do so, but first she insisted on checking up on her ship, and most importantly: her bridge. She had missed being in command of her ship, and she would take the opportunity to get some back-logged work done. One of these tasks would be to see if there were any transfers to be processed. She knew one of the very junior engineers was accepting a position as a more senior engineer elsewhere in the fleet, and she had approved his transfer request.
Her gaze fell on a message from Elron, who had let her know a new counselor would be arriving. Today. Her eyes widened when she noticed the name, then smiled as she remembered Marco's statement on wanting to find out what came of the boy. Just when she closed the message, someone signaled to be at the door of her readyroom. "Come," she called.
(Daye?)
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Post by daye on May 16, 2007 12:04:33 GMT
Donovan wasn't sure what it was about this assignment that gave him the creeps, but there was certainly something. Ever since he was given the assignment there was that tingling feeling at the base of his neck that reverberated down his spine. His father claimed it was just another assignment, but Van wondered if it was so, why did he have this intensely strange feeling. Of course, that was until he came onboard.
As he made his way from the shuttle bay he passed an older man, a lieutenant commander he could have sworn he'd seen before. He turned to watch the man and squinted ... as though that would make it better. Eventually, he shrugged and turned back to the task at hand.
He knew very little about this ship, only the name and the class really. But he'd been eager to begin and had accepted the assignment with great anticipation. He whistled a bit as he stepped onto the bridge. After asking a passing ensign where the Captain's ready room was, he hit the door chime and waited patiently.
"Come."
Van strode inside and nearly fainted. It was the Commodore he remembered from when he was young, the one he saw inside an injured cadet. He recovered from the shock, but only just.
"Ensign Donovan Daye, reporting for duty, sir," he said weakly, his voice breaking strangely.
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Post by fox on May 16, 2007 13:25:18 GMT
The last thing Fox remembered before some disorientation came over him just when Marco was about to ask him to lay her down so he could look at her. Looking around after then weird sensation when away he noticed being on the bridge again together with L'Ola and Marco.
"We must get her to sickbay." Fox said to Marco, who nodded in agreement. Immediately Marco tabbed his badge, while Fox was still carrying L'Ola. "transporter chief, medical transport, 3 to sickbay."
When they materialized there Fox layed L'Ola on a biobed. Some medical personel immediately walked to them. Fox stepped a bit back. "I hope she'll be alright." Fox said softly. Marco heard him. "She will, she's in good hand now." Fox nodded and walked to the exit.
"And Commander." Marco continued "You've had some tiring days, we all have. You should get some rest. Doctors orders." Fox nodded and left sickbay, going to his quarters.
When he got there he walked up to the replicator and ordered a cup of coffee and sat down in a chair, thinking back about everything that had happend. "What an adventure he thought." taking a sip from his coffee.
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Post by Deleted on May 16, 2007 14:19:49 GMT
"Please, have a seat ensign," Sonak answered gently, seeing her new counselor was about to faint. "How have you been in the past fifteen years? I see that you remember me, even though technically you were not supposed to. Your path was hidden from us, my doctor tried to find you but he never found out how you fared."
The Vulcan watched as the young Betazoid sank down in the offered seat. "It is odd that our paths cross in such a way, I expect neither of us expected for us to meet up again." A frown creased her brow. "What do you remember of our visit to the past? You were not left with any trauma were you? I would terribly regret it if you were, we did try to shield you as much as possible."
She accepted the transfer orders Daye handed her and nodded. "I am grateful to once again have a counselor aboard," she changed the subject, "once we receive our new orders, I want you to check by sickbay to see if your medical records have arrived. I am certain Doctor D'Angelo would be very pleased to see you again. In the mean time, I suggest you try to settle down and meet up with my senior staff. Not as counselor, though you are of course free to evaluate them as you please. You may note the psychological records of my crew are a bit out-dated, though I tried to keep them update as much as possible."
Sonak offered the still stunned ensign a pleasant smile. "I am a trained counselor myself, but between keeping a ship safe and raising a family, my spare time is rather limited." With another smile, she released the new counselor to his free time. Soon new orders would arrive and there would be little time for pleasantries.
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Post by daye on May 16, 2007 23:36:37 GMT
Van sighed a bit as he took his seat and attempted the calming exercise he'd learned from one of his betazoid instructors. He could remember the pain of that strange vortex of emotion. He had not seen death, but he'd felt it. That was what was drifting around in his head, that residual feeling. He'd been around these people when it happened, therefore it was only natural that they would bring it out in him. He'd just have to adapt. He took a deep breath and noted the Commodore's genuine concern. She had truly worried about him, of course, after all these years ... well, actually he suddenly realized it was years for him, but only days for her.
"It is odd that our paths cross in such a way, I expect neither of us expected for us to meet up again." A frown creased her brow. "What do you remember of our visit to the past? You were not left with any trauma were you? I would terribly regret it if you were, we did try to shield you as much as possible."
Van cringed at the idea of answering such a question. It had taken him nearly three years to understand what had happened to him on that day. However, it was a progressive thing as well. At the end of his treatment he'd become a much better telepath as well as a much more disciplined empath. He'd also been fully introduced to his people and the culture of Betazed, as that was where he'd been formally treated. He glanced up at the Commodore and smiled disarmingly.
"No, ma'am, no serious damage done," he replied still smiling slightly.
He listened intently to what she said about his examinations as well as the crew's profiles being out of date and then also herself. His brow furrowed and he tried to hear what she wasn't saying. His instructors were right, vulcans are exceptionally difficult to read.
"As per protocol you know I have to up date those reviews and I am required to review your own mental health each year. Perhaps we can arrange a meeting before or during the next mission just to get it out of the way. I'll also need to make appointments will all the senior staff just to get all my ducks in a row," he replied then without thinking he added, "I would be happy to go and see the grumpy doctor, but if he tries to drag me off to a closet somewhere, I am calling security."
It wasn't until after he said what he said that he actually realized what he'd said. He peered over at his new CO and smiled nervously.
"If that's alright with you, naturally," he continued with a nervous little twitch.
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Post by marco on May 17, 2007 2:46:19 GMT
"I suppose everything is the way I left it," Marco commented to Alice, who happened to be working main sickbay the moment. Of course it was. Not much real-time had progressed since their leaving.
Marco rubbed his arm.
"What happened to that? Let me see!" Alice begged and pulled up Marco's sleeve before he could protest. "How did you get such a nasty bruise!"
Marco's thrill to be back in the present made the pain go away, until Alice's probing caused the pain to bubble back up to his awareness. He quickly pulled his sleeve down.
"I got hurt in the holodeck! I was foolish, and had the safety protocols off"
Alice reprimanded the doctor. "I don't know why you boys insist on playing dangerously." She said this as she attended a young male who had just entered sickbay.
Luckily, for Marco's sake, she hadn't questioned this further. He was pretty sure he wasn't allowed to discuss any past events ... specifically, events that happened in the past with anyone, including the head nurse. The ride back to the future wasn't so calm for Marco, leaving him dizzy and sick feeling. Temporal displacement wasn't his cup of tea, and the stumble on the bridge into the navigation console proved it. The purplish blue shoulder proved it.
"I'll get the files, Mr..?"
"Daye. Ensign Daye."
Alice cued the computer console for his medical records, to see if starfleet's personnel office had forwarded them. Marco completed using the subdermal regenerator on the underarm, and turned his attention to the newcomer.
"Do I know you?" D'Angelo asked?
The Ensign had a crooked smile. Coy.
It was a rather rude way to initiate a conversation with a new officer, but the hairs that rose on the back of D'Angelo's neck caused him to be blunt. Something was odd about this officer. Marco could feel it.
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Post by daye on May 17, 2007 4:44:05 GMT
Van was starting to feel fairly well by the time he arrived at sickbay. Now that he understood the strange feeling he could deal with it properly and he started to settle in fairly well. He did as the nurse asked him and hopped up on a biobed with a smile.
The doctor glared at Van and squinted.
"Do I know you?"
Van smiled again and shrugged.
"If my assumptions are correct, yes," he replied still smiling modestly, "I think you and I once shared a closet. When I was seven?"
Van leaned back and gave the doctor an encouraging look.
"I wasn't quite so furry then," he continued rubbing his chin while the nurse giggled.
She thought he was handsome, but she also thought the doctor was handsome, so perhaps Van was stretching. He allowed the doctor to administer his exam and tried to remain at ease. It was difficult with all those strange memories that haunted him for years. It wasn't so much the actual event, but the years that passed afterward, in the care of physicians much like the one standing in front of him. He tried to remember his place and realized that it wasn't quite as hard as he thought it would be.
"By the way, Doctor, I need to see you sometime soon to update your Psych profile," he continued as the physical wrapped up and he hopped from the bio bed, "Shall we make an appointment now or would you rather put it off until I am required to call you in like most of the crew?"
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Post by Deleted on May 20, 2007 17:03:03 GMT
L'Ola woke up and didn't have to look further than the ceiling to work out where she was. *Great, sickbay. Again. Least I got the good biobed this time.* Feeling generally okay she carefully sat up and nearly immediately fell back down as a sensation of dizziness kicked in. Managing to steady herself she took a glance round the room to see who was there.
She saw Marco at the other end of sickbay talking to someone she didn't recognised. Normally L'Ola would have waited for the end of the conversation, but something in her head really didn't feel right. "Do you guys have anything for light headedness?"
That seemed to get their attention, and the doctor came straight over with a medical tricorder. "Any pain? Did you get hit on the head again?"
"Umm... no pain as such..." she looked up, eyes a little wider than usual.
This reaction would have been enough to scare any doctor, not least one who had seen the patient's record for knocks on the head. "What is it?"
L'Ola looked a little nervous, "I blocked the pain for now, it should go soon. But.. but... I can't sense anything" Her voice sounded as though she was close to tears, which was virtually unheard of for her.
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Post by quinn on May 20, 2007 17:39:28 GMT
Quinn sat in the small holding cell, his arms and legs bound confining him to very little movement. Not that this bothered him. He had, after all, been in far worse situations than the one he found himself in now. In fact, he was rather enjoying his time in solitude. It was a chance to reflect on all that had happened, and a lot had happened.
He had clearly failed in his mission, returning to this time proved that. The timeline was as he remembered it, not even the death of T'Len had altered it significantly. He was close to 100% sure that if he had managed to remove one more person from the timeline then things would have started to shift the way they should do. Instead, T'Len's death was so insignificant in the scheme of time that he doubted that anything consequential had happened because of it. Perhaps a planets orbit was marginally different but there would be no serious results because of it. Time was difficult like that, even the presence of the crew from this time appeared to have no effects on the timeline. Of course he would need to return to his lab, check the readings to be sure but he was usuallly pretty good at guessing these things. It came with the job...
So, Professor R.O. Quinn was no more. Just Temporal Agent Quinn, out of time, out of place... Just the way he liked it. With the death of his future self before his own eyes (something that he had never got quite used to...) Quinn felt slightly satisfied. His future self had assumed that he would survive this conflict whilst continuing with the mission. But of course what is a future self if not a self from a different time? Both could be said to be 'future-selves'. You see, Quinn knew he would face himself and knew that the 'himself' would perish. Simply because this Quinn had no intention of allowing his existence to end. He had after all, lived through this a fair few times before...
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Post by tovan on May 20, 2007 21:06:20 GMT
Tovan sat in his quarters, attempting to meditate. The ordeal of the last mission, with a mind-meld, great pressure, and temporal displacement, had taken a toll on the young Vulcan. He needed to meditate, to reorganize his thoughts and regain full control. But try as he might, he could not acheive the necessary calm and tranquility to enter meditation. Much as a human might toss and turn, Tovan's mind kept dwelling on aspects of the mission, and other matters.
The mind meld with Sonak had reawoken a memory, a memory of his own bondmate. That bond had of course been severed upon the acheivement of Kolinahr, but Tovan remembered the bond with fondness. That alone distrubed him. Tovan had not felt any emotion for several years, and the nostalgia he felt now was disconcerting to him. Tovan resolved to sleep, and then try again to meditate later on. His thoughts flashed on the new counselor who had just come aboard, but quickly discarded that notion. No human, or Betazoid for that matter, could truly chomprehend the problems of a truly emotionless Vulcan. Tovan fell into an uneasy slumber.
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