Zhukarak Hrisvalar
Brigadier
Just when you think you know me...
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Post by Zhukarak Hrisvalar on Aug 10, 2007 19:56:18 GMT
Zhukarak had resigned himself to his quarters. He had been staring at the ceiling for a little over an hour now with Theel'zhiin napping on his belly. With the events of their last mission still fresh within his mind, he was working through various scenarios fo what the final outcome could be.
Zhukarak had questioned his senior staff of the events that had transpired...as best as they could recall them, or were willing to. Doctor van Breughel reminded Zhuk that he hadn't been quite himself either. Cyle had admitted to placing the charges on those fighters. The only problem with that was the fact that if everyone was influenced by the experimental fighters they would not have be willing to help destroy themselves. Garrett was another funny eqaution to this mix, how much inolvement did she have with this.
Zhuk's own major role seemed to be that of assault. From assault to do bodily harm to sexual assault. He had not been sure how he was going to continue to live up to being the CO of this ship. Serious thoughts were being given for him to resign himself from his post and transfer off. He couldn't seriously look anyone in the eyes and still expect to give commands.
For the moment, there was nothing anyone on board could do. The Jefferson was docked, but they had been ordered for lockdown. No one was getting on or off this ship pending an investigation. Admiral Lin had ensured that an investigator would arrive within the next couple of days.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2007 22:40:24 GMT
After all the pilots had been thorougly subjected to several medical scans, Nathan had Doctor D'Amato subject him to a thorough scan. The doctor had come back aboard now that the Jefferson was docked again, and together they had managed to screen the entire crew within a matter of hours.
By now, most senior staff would have retired to their quarters awaiting the arrival of the 'inquisition'. Nathan too had returned to his quarters, only too happy to spend some time in there. He had much to think about and he wanted to spend some time with his son.
Freddy had jumped at him the second he set foot into his quarters, and refused to let go of his father. "Easy there," Nathan laughed as the boy wrapped his arms around his father's neck, "be careful, my arm still hurts." Just as quickly, Freddy let got, a startled look in his eyes.
"Speaking of which..." Nathan knelt down to be at face level with his son. "How's your arm? I didn't hurt you did I?" He rolled up the boy's sleeve to check the arm, and to his horror discovered a purplish discolouration, exactly the size of his own hand. "Oh son, I'm so sorry..."
Nathan pulled his son close to him and wrapped his free arm around him into a fierce hug. "I never meant to hurt you..."
"I know dad," Freddy returned, "everyone was acting funny. Did you know there are stories going on about you on this ship? Tobias said his mom saw you kiss the captain..." Freddy fell silent. "Dad, where's my mom?"
Nathan sat back, stunned into silence. Freddy had never asked him about his mother before, and it wasn't something he ever expected to have to explain. "About the captain, yes it is true....but it was a very big mistake, one that may very well have dire concequences for me."
Freddy didn't understand all these big words, but he could see his father wasn't too certain about that particular action. "And about my mom?"
"Your mother....son, she's just the woman who gave birth to you. She ran off only a few days after you were born." Nathan knew his son knew only too well that his father had never dated any women, but he also knew better than to openly talk about it.
"I see," the boy replied, then smiled. "Ah well, who needs a mom anyway when they got a dad like you?" He now returned his father's hug, but more carefully than before. "I love you dad."
"I love you too son. Now get into that bathtub...you need a bath. And I need a shower and a fresh set of clothes. Off you go." As the boy went to get himself cleaned up, Nathan settled himself on the couch with a book he had intended to read. Yet his thoughts kept drifting off towards events that happened on their last mission. He had been right about the AI's, yet no-one had believed him. It had, in fact, angered people the moment he had brought it up.
Briefly, he considered pressing charges for assault against the colonel and the major, but he decided against it as it wouldn't get them anywhere. There we just as many people who would consider pressing charges against him, including the colonel. For now, he would just keep himself as quiet as possible, and try to stay out of everyone's way.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2007 23:29:01 GMT
The Caitian, returning in an Engineer's jumpsuit rather than his normal duty uniform. Noting that the physician was currently occupied, he moved into a turbolift, ordering it to return to main engineering.
There he handed (pawed) a PADD to an NCO. "I have recorded my latest repair and diagnostic orders there. Please see to them, merrow."
The NCO nodded, walking off with the PADD as the Caitian returned to the turbolift, intent on completing his technologist's research on the entity, and he felt the pending investigation was going to give him time to do so. He had the memory cube in his pocket, and was heading to the storage facility that rested inside a cargo bay.
Whence he arrived, he moved towards an unloaded photon torpedo casing, finding an antigrav unit nearby. Taking the antigrav sled to it, he loaded the casing by slowly rolling it onto it. This was of course difficult and it took him a good bit of time to accomplish it. However, once it was loaded, he could easily push the sled in the air back to the turbolift.
Returning soon to main engineering, he let down the tube, leaving it of course on the sled.
Opening the top lift, he set down the memory cube into it. Moving into a storage panel, he removed a bioneural gel pack as well as several isolinear chips. Placing these inside of the casing as well, he began to mold them to the side with a tricorder attachment in much the way a technician would solider in more primitive days.
Upon completion of this, he would purr, rewiring the chips from stub wires and banana-type connectors. Confident in his work, and noting that his shift was nearing completion, he replaced the top of the casing, and kicked up the antigrav sled to replace it in a cabinet. Turning back to one of his department's NCOs he requested, "Merrow, could you please alert Garrett that I will have to speak with her as soon as she is free? Thank you, I would really like to se her as soon as possible."
Shaking his fur from his eyes, and noting that the doctor was most likely still occupied, he instead smiled, making his way not to sickbay.
Rather he soon found himself in the costume room addendum of the holodeck. Finding it to be unoccupied, he placed himself into a command division uniform of the old style used before 2350 - a white turtleneck color with a maroon tunic that was belted with the Starfleet logo.
Walking into the holodeck, he shook his head at the grid pattern as it reminded him of his assailant. However, he soon smiled, "Computer, merrow, instantiate program T'Ress 1.."
With that he quickly found himself on the bridge of the USS Fading Sun - a Constitution class vessel in the year 2288. The stations each showed something of an earlier system than the current incarnation of LCARS - each station was to clearly marked for it's purpose, and a cheerful human boatswain whistled out, "Captain on deck!"
The Caitian smiled, nodding to the holographic Vulcan who was relinquishing the command chair to him as they spoke. "Helm, merrow, cruising speed. Indulge yourself to the direction...have a bit of..."
The Vulcan interrupted, "If you were to use the word fun, you would be emoting in a way that would be possible for me to understand..even if our helmsman did. We do have a duty to do after all and while it is fascinating and engaging, it is hardly a fun pastime."
The engineer, resplendent in his fantasy world, shook his head, "No, Number One, we are here to...enjoy the galaxy, are we not?" His inquisitive feline head turned at the white color scheme that had long since vanished from newly built Starfleet vessels, though the feline believed some Excelsiors and Oberths still in service might have it. His feline tail was loose here; no longer was he embarrassed with it and he let it clearly indicate how he felt.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2007 23:55:03 GMT
Cyle was silent for a moment before he took a step towards Megan and gave her a completely unexpected hug. "Don’t worry. I'll take care of everything. You were just doing what you were told. That’s all."
Before she knew it or could react, he was gone. Still in shock, Megan raised a shaking hand to her heart, which was pounding out of control and squeezing painfully. The stress and shock of the current events were proving to be more than enough for her to deal with. Stumbling slightly to the doors of the shuttle bay, the science officer headed to her quarters to get some rest.
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Despite Cyle’s claim that he would take care of everything, and that she’d just done what she was told, Megan struggled with her part in the destruction of the fighters. The Colonel had questioned her briefly, but with them barely able to look at each other, not much had actually been said.
She’d managed to fake her way through the medical exams, as she’d done many times before, and now with the Jefferson locked down pending investigation, she found herself alone with very little to do. Megan had never minded being alone but hated having nothing to do.
What she needed was a distraction, and so she had decided to throw herself into work. Most of the time, she was either in the science labs working on some sort of project, or she was in the gym running or swimming as fast as she could, until exhausted, she would stumble to her quarters and collapse into bed for a few all to brief hours of sleep.
She hadn’t really spoken to anyone since the fighter’s had been destroyed. No one had come to see her either, for which she was grateful. She had never been particularly social to begin with, but the other members of the senior staff were the last people she wanted to have a conversation with right now.
Once the investigation began, she was sure her involvement would be made known. She knew Cyle would try to protect her, try to take the blame for her, but even if he claimed he alone was responsible or even that he had forced her to participate, she couldn’t see how the Colonel or anyone else could believe that.
Megan knew her health was being affected. She was hardly eating, hardly sleeping, and working herself far too hard. Even under normal circumstances, she had to work to keep herself from getting sick, but now she was pushing herself dangerously close to a flare, or worse a crash.
Still, she pushed on, working on any of the numerous in-progress projects she could find and working out to the point of exhaustion. Eventually it would all catch up with her, but right now, she didn’t care.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2007 11:13:08 GMT
Upon returning to the Starbase, Cyle had been arrested at the spot, with the full report from the colonel already been read. Cyle however did not spend much time in confinement, as the colonel had worded his magic, and gotten him freed until the upcoming trial, and investigation that would be taking place. He had received word that an investigator would be coming aboard the Jefferson, which didnt really bother Cyle that much. he had spent most of the days alone, in his room doing absolutly nothing. A few times he ventured out to try and see Megan, but was told she was working so he went back to his room.
All the work he did do, was done in solitude and he would pass on the information to his second in command. After a few hours of just sitting on his bed, he thought he would send a message to Megan, so see if she would reply at all.
Lt. Garrett, he started the message, but couldnt think of what to say, and instead of deleting it, he pressed the send key on accident. Cyle backed away from his console and layed back down on his bed, trying to gather his composure again.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2007 18:31:53 GMT
Megan knew her health was being affected. She was hardly eating, hardly sleeping, and working herself far too hard. Even under normal circumstances, she had to work to keep herself from getting sick, but now she was pushing herself dangerously close to a flare, or worse a crash.
T'Ress worked feverishly on duty the next day shift, his jumpsuit indicating he was again going to become unclean as he operated the soldiering device. He continued to mold isolinear chips into the torpedo casing. As he finished that cycle of work, the interior of the black tube was looking to be rather much like a spider's web of wires. He again placed it into a storage area, locking it so that only he, or another Division Head, could open the locker.
He exhaled gently, calling up the deck the main holodeck was on. He again changed into the uniform of a late 23rd century Starfleet captain, however he did so quite sloppy with the belts and eptiluet's undone and his boots scuffed.
Returning to the turbolift, he called for the deck Megan's quarters were on. With that he pressed the door call button.
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Aug 11, 2007 21:36:39 GMT
"What do you mean?" Monica asked of her most trusted NCO.
"That big cat seems to think that he's in charge of the operations department on this ship," the NCO snickered much to Monica's glee. She knew that her age and experience lacked her promotion to full time Operations manager, but she had been doing the job for almost a year and half. Rear Admiral Loskene, Colonel Hrisvalar, and Commander Reynolds had all shown faith in her and she was about to let a big cat get in her way.
"Computer please locate the Caitian and inform all Operations personal to expect a message from me within the hour," Monica said as she headed towards the turbolift.
=^=Quindara to Reynolds=^=
=^=Reynolds here, what can I do for you Monica?=^=
Monica began her rant about the big cat and how he didn't respect her authority to command the department. If it hadn't been for her friends calming effect she was sure that she would have slap the Caitian. She knew that she couldn't be on a bad relationship with the Chief Engineer, their departments closely worked with each other.
"Computer record.
Lieutenant Junior Grade J'Varr T'Ress, please refrain from giving the people under my department orders on how to do their jobs. That is my job and I would ask that you first come to me when you make these types of decisions.
Lieutenant Monica Quindara"
Computer relay message to Lieutenant Junior Grade T'Ress"
Now that she had some time to calm down, Monica redirected the lift towards her office to make sure that she stayed on top of everything. If the Chief Engineer believed that he needed to direct her people around there must have been a reason behind it.
(T'Ress) ------------------------------------
Matt was not up to dealing with bickering between the crew especially now. His connection to the AI of the XF fighter was having weird effects on his mood and character. His brain knew that the computer was gone, but there were residual effects that wouldn't go away. If it didn't cease he would find himself down in sickbay for some test. For now he would try to get some sleep and do some of his administrative work, that had somehow piled up to preposterous levels.
"Computer please open a link to Starbase 47 and connect with my office there," Matt ordered as he prepared to cut some orders. He knew that he would need to award people within the fleet on there hard work even if he was not feeling well.
"Link established, files downloaded," the computer said which then became silent. He would be there for a few hours and hopefully he wouldn't be bothered again because he could feel a major headache approaching.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2007 7:14:42 GMT
Sighing in frustration, Megan took yet another look at the in motion display of a large gas giant and its 11 moons. Not a single indication either visually or on sensors could explain why one of the moons’ orbit and rotation were becoming increasingly erratic. It was the next scientific mystery that the Lieutenant had pulled up in an effort to find something occupy her time. So far, nothing had managed to evoke any sort of inspiration or hook her into needing to solve it.
Finally giving up, Megan impatiently slammed the console off before getting up, aggravated. In her anger, she’d gotten up to fast, and a wave of dizziness hit her causing her to lean precariously on the nearby wall. Steadying herself as she was finally able to move away from the wall, Megan mentally scolded herself for being careless. One slip like that at the wrong moment, and she’d end up in sickbay.
After retrieving another glass of strawberry lemonade from the replicator and recycling the empty glass, she sat back down to try and find another project that would spark her interest. A few moments later, her console beeped signaling an incoming message. Frowning in confusion and then wincing at the thought of it being a call to sickbay, Megan was surprised to find it from Major Johnson. She was even more surprised to find only two words, ‘Lt. Garrett.’
She found this very strange, but decided to reply, just to make sure there wasn’t a mistake. She had just begun to reply, when her computer signaled that someone was at the door to her quarters. She was a bit obsessed with knowing what was going on and the program to alert her at her desk or post when someone was at her door was only one of the programs she used to do so.
After finding out from the computer, that it was Lieutenant T’Ress, Megan sighed. The last thing she wanted to do was talk to him, or the Colonel, or the doctor, or maybe she just didn’t want to talk to anyone. Figuring he’d find her soon enough, she decided to finish writing Major Johnson back.
Major Johnson, I received a message from you, but it was only my name. If this was simply in error, I apologize for disturbing you. If there was something you needed to discuss, I merely wanted to inform you that somehow your message did not get through to me in its entirety. I do feel that it is imperative that we talk about what happened at some point. Please let me know when would be a convenient time. Lieutenant Garrett
After sending the message, Megan began to scroll through the list of incomplete projects...again... She figured Lieutenant T'Ress would show up sooner or later, but if she looked busy, she may be able to get out of a conversation.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2007 7:42:03 GMT
Cyle had fallen asleep somehow, and was woken from a beeping on his desk console. Rubbing his eyes as he walked to the desk, he was glad to see if was from Megan. After reading it he realized he was quite hungry, maybe she had yet to eat. Megan, would you care to join me for dinner?
he sat back down and waited for a response. meanwhile he thought about what he would actually say, knowing she would probably want to talk about the fighters, but Cyle would be happy just to get to know her. He was tempted to talk to Zhuk, but was doubting weither it would help, or do anything
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Post by stone on Aug 13, 2007 7:54:18 GMT
Starfleet sometimes had a weird way of assigning tasks, and who they would assign them to. In this case it was due to time constraints, it was going to take too long to get a proper investigator out here into this sector. Hence the assignment fell onto someone who's specialized training had varied just as much as his own past assignments.
Marshall had received his orders from the Starfleet Judge Adjutant's Office, Section 47. However, the orders themselves had come from much higher up, going all the way back to HQ on Earth. It seemed that Starfleet was not very happy at all at the destruction of five experimental fighters. It seemed that these had been the only ones, and now there were none.
As Marshall entered the guarded entrance to the USS Jefferson, he had to smile to himself for a moment...~that's what Starfleet gets for putting all of their eggs into one basket.~ It wasn't a funny situation considering everything that had probably gone into these fighters, but it was funny to Marshall.
The walk through the various hallways and corridors of the ship brought forth looks of wonderment and surprise. He didn't stop, he didn't need to explain. The crew he passed would surmise that either he was to be a new crew member, or the dreaded investigator everyone had been expecting.
Finally reaching the the bridge Marshall did not see whom he expected to see. He knew there should have been a marine Colonel around here somewhere. He decided to try the Ready Room without bothering to explain to those who were on the bridge who he was and what he wanted.
The Ready Room doors did not open for him, apparently the Colonel was not in there either. That didn't bother him the least. "Computer, access overide theta-stone-alpha-two."
}Voice recognition and access overide code accepted. Access authorized.{
The door slid open and Marshall entered without bothering to look at the astonished faces of the current bridge staff behind him. He headed straight for the desk and made himself comfortable. First he set his PADD down and then fetched himself a glass of orion slave juice. Settling back into the chair, he pushed the com button.
"Colonel Hrisvalar, report to the Ready Room!"
<Zhukarak>
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2007 19:56:44 GMT
The feline slowly got out of his quarters, again dressed in the jumpsuit that indicates he again was going to do work as he entered main engineering. Upon his arrival there he noted messages for him. Having failed in his attempts to meet with Megan, he first wrote her a message regarding a request for her to meet him on the holodeck that evening for scientific research and not for pleasure.
After this he noted the following message for him.
Lieutenant Junior Grade J'Varr T'Ress, please refrain from giving the people under my department orders on how to do their jobs. That is my job and I would ask that you first come to me when you make these types of decisions.
Lieutenant Monica Quindara"
Computer relay message to Lieutenant Junior Grade T'Ress"
The feline exhaled, carefully leaning back in his chair, "Computer record.
Lieutenant Quindara, I apologize, merrow. There were repairs that were necessary to be preformed and the engineering department needed to work along side the operations department to accomplish them. My postings were only temporary, and the repairs are completed. I did mean to go over your head, murrr. If it can compensate, I will grant you whatever resource from engineering that can be useful in operations.
Lieutenant Junior Grade J'Varr T'Ress."
He pressed a panel, causing the computer to halt it's recording. He returned to the task at hand..err paw, regarding the device that he was building in the casing. He placed several more isolinear chips in it, and finally activated the device as he shut the casing.
It thus spoke.
"Wh...where have I become?"
"Merrow, you are on board the Federation Starship Jefferson. I am T'ress, do you not recall me?"
"You...were one I tortured."
"That was not you now.."
With that he activated the sled and began to push it into a turbolift.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2007 22:06:14 GMT
Megan didn’t have to wait long as a message came through. It was from J’Varr asking her to meet him in the holodeck in a few hours for some scientific research. Immediately, thoughts of how to get out of it began to enter her mind. She was in no mood to see or deal with anyone right now, even if the prospect of research did spark her interest; after all she was looking for a new project.
Opening a reply, the science officer was half way through her hopefully polite message declining his request in light of having to work, when another message came in causing her to sigh in frustration. It figured she would be so popular when all she wanted was to be left alone.
Megan, would you care to join me for dinner?
Straight, simple, to the point, and absolutely terrifying, the message caused her heart to practically pound out of her chest and head to start spinning faster than she could handle. Desperately gripping the console in front of her, Megan closed her eyes, forcing herself to breath, and tried to calm down. Stress was her worst enemy now, and just reading that letter had caused her level of stress to rise considerably. It was personal, using her first name, and dinner…
They needed to talk about what happened; she knew that. She’d even said so herself in her message to him…but dinner? Dinner was an incredibly scary idea to her. J’Varr! He needed her to come down the holodeck for research. His message had been straight, simple and to the point, but completely professional. She may not have felt like seeing or talking to anyone right now, but T’Ress and his request for help with scientific research was a far safer option than dinner.
Erasing the reply she had been composing to J’Varr, the Lieutenant opened up a new reply to Cyle.
Major Johnson,
I am afraid my presence is needed elsewhere to work on a scientific project this evening. I am unsure how long it will be required for me to be there. We do still need to talk, but perhaps tomorrow would be best. I should be in my office most of the day, so feel free to stop by at any time when you have a moment.
Lieutenant Garrett
With the message sent, Megan decided she’d better get going and start helping on whatever science project J’Varr had going. No matter what it was, the prospect of something to do was exciting. “Wonder what it was…” she thought, and with that, left her office and headed towards holodeck 2 to meet the engineer.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2007 4:55:51 GMT
With the message sent, Megan decided she’d better get going and start helping on whatever science project J’Varr had going. No matter what it was, the prospect of something to do was exciting. “Wonder what it was…” she thought, and with that, left her office and headed towards holodeck 2 to meet the engineer.
When she arrived in the holodeck, the setup that T'Ress made for the entity would be resting on the orange gridded room. Holographically emitted before him, atop the casing, was a sort of orb of light.
The Caitian began to speak, eyeing Megan, "The AI wishes to apologize to you, merrow..."
The orb moved slowly, "It is true, I have changed and become something far more than myself."
The feline nodded, "And I have brought it down here so that it may pick a body that it will use to represent itself on the holodeck. If you can believe it, we are standing on the precipice of a major scientific breakthrough involving sentient computers!"
The orb began to speak, "Am I permitted to show you what forms I have chosen? I have yet to chose one finally. I wish you to assist me in which I should become."
Before them showed a tall man with a clearly defined nose and characteristic brown skin dappling atop his forehead, "Till male."
The form shimmered and shook before forming into a feminine shape with pronounced facial ridges and deep set eyes filled with pride and conviction, "Klingon female."
Again the form shook, now taking on another male form that rather resembled a human if not for green skin, "Orion male."
The Caitian raised an eyebrow, "How fitting..."
The voice emanated from the being once more, "Ahem.."
"Forgive me, merrow.."
Once again it shook, producing a short man with ridiculously large ear lobes and a shriek of cloth upon him, "Ferengi male."
It then took another feminine turn and produced a woman with pointed ears and a face of not only pride but a gaze that could stare through one's soul, "Female Vulcan."
The next form was again feminine, but not as such. The woman seemed to be an attractive young lady that had a bit of a Greek look to her, though she had no hair besides her eyebrows. "Deltan female."
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Zhukarak Hrisvalar
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Just when you think you know me...
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Post by Zhukarak Hrisvalar on Aug 14, 2007 6:49:59 GMT
Zhukarak finished feeding his protector and friend, Theel'zhiin, and set the now empty plate near the re-cycler. The raw strips of bacon hadn't lasted very long, but Zhuk had been able to steal away a piece for himself before they had all disappeared. Zhuk did not find the piece of meat such a delicacy as his pet did, but it wasn't too bad either. He imagined other ways it might be served up in a dish.
Figuring he had kept himself in solitude long enough, Zhukarak tugged on the fresh tunic he had just put on, and prepared himself for a full days work. He knew it would consist of nothing more than one report after another, which were inevitable when a ship returned to its home port.
Just as Zhuk was about to leave his quarters a chime alerted him that a com link had been opened up within the room.
=/\= Colonel Hrisvalar, report to the Ready Room! =/\=
Zhukarak was taken aback as the person at the other end had made this sound like an order and not a request. Considering he was the CO of this ship, there was no one else that outranked him. There was only one other possibility, the special investigator had arrived.
"Computer, who is in my Ready Room?"
}Lieutenant Colonel Marshall Stone, Executive Officer of Starbase Conqueror, on special assignment as Special Investigator.{
To Zhuk's surprise it was a marine officer.
As the message didn't request a reply, Zhuk promptly left his quarters and headed for the bridge. Exiting the turbolift he had noticed the stares coming his way making it apparent that everyone knew what was about to happen. Without acknowledging anyone Zhuk headed straight for his Ready Room.
Upon entering Zhukarak was quite surprised to see the Lieutenant Colonel sitting behind his desk using his terminal. "I will gladly set you up in an area with your own terminal and whatever other access you need, Lieutenant Colonel Stone. In the meantime...I would like my desk back."
Stone looked up, not giving any indication of possibly being surprised that Zhuk had known who he was. Zhuk figured that if he was any good at all in his field, then he would probably have it figured out by now. He did move from behind the desk and offered Zhukarak his seat as he continued to size him up. Taking his own seat on the opposite side of the room before he finally spoke.
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Post by stone on Aug 14, 2007 8:32:59 GMT
Marshall simply observed the Andorian Colonel as he was thinking of the man's service record. He had recalled the eight year service in the Andorian Imperial Guard. Then took a stab at civilian life at which he had not been a failure either.
Suspecting that the sense of service, or the lack therof, had been missing in his life he decided to join Starfleet and continue his military career there. Tactics and command were second nature for the Andorian. According to his service record it was inevitable that he would have been commanding a starship one day, and as a marine nontheless.
Considering that he was a special investigator, Marshall had the power to pull rank any which way he wanted to. He decided he would save that for when the time would perhaps require it, now wasn't it.
"I was going over the data logs. Quite interesting. It seems like most of your senior staff had a certain...state of mind if you will. Reports of assault, seduction, dereliction of duty, and much much more...not to mention the destruction of Starfleet property."
He let that linger in the air for a moment as the two officers simply looked at one another.
"Well, it is obvious that Starfleet is not happy about the loss of five experimental fighters, which were under your care. So I'm here to investigate the circumstance under which this has happened. I'm not going to sugar coat this, Colonel, someone is going to hang for this one I believe. So why don't you start giving me your version of what happened."
Marshall sat back with his PADD in the record mode as he listened to what Colonel Hrisvalar could recollect.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2007 9:03:32 GMT
After making sure his son was settled in his bed, Nathan took the remaining time of his evening to be on his own. He had taken a shower, cleared away the dishes and had spent a few hours just sitting on the couch and stare out into space. When he had finally gone to bed, he had spent a long time tossing and turning as sleep wouldn't overcome him.
He knew he needed sleep, and actually did feel tired, but for some reason his body was reluctant to succumb to its needs. However, at long last he finally did fall into a restless sleep, plagued once more by the 'Megan' nightmares. Except, this time she didn't try to kill him almost instantly.
Nathan woke with a start a few times during the night, but each time managed to fall back asleep. The next time he was wakened, it was Freddy bouncing up and down beside him, joined by two excited cats. "Dad!" Nathan murmured something incoherent and turned his back on his son, not wanting to wake up just yet.
"Dad!" Freddy shook his father, being very conscious of the injured arm, then in one fluid motion pulled the blanket off. "Dad you promised!"
Nathan turned over and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, shivering against the cool air in his bedroom now that the warmth of his blankets was gone. "Promised?" he answered drunkenly, his words a tad slurred. "What did I promise?"
"We were gonna make pancakes!" the boy said indignantly, as he sat back to allow his father to sit up, "you promised!"
"All right all right." Scowling, the doctor rose from his bed and sauntered into the bathroom to get himself freshened up and dressed. "Get to the kitchen then, I'll be there shortly."
Several minutes and several failed attempts later, Freddy finally had his pancakes, even though he and his father were both covered in flour and the kitchen was a mess. "Clean it up before you go to school," Nathan told his son, "I'm sure your nanny will help you here. I have to get to work."
"Like that?" Freddy giggled, pointing at his father's appearance, "you're all white!"
"Then I can tell my staff that my son found it funny to throw it at me," Nathan chuckled back as he tousled his own hair in attempt to get the flour out. "better?"
Freddy giggled again and shook his head, then disappeared into the kitchen to clean the mess he had made up. Nathan meanwhile activated the holonanny Raleva had given him, and gave the woman some instructions regarding Freddy's day. "I'll pick him up from school myself after my shift," he told her, then left for sickbay.
Hannah couldn't stop laughing when her chief appeared before her. "You look a fine mess doctor," she told him even as she steered him to his office. "Get yourself cleaned up, you can't go before your patients like this."
"I have no patients today," Nathan argued, "I have research to complete, reports to write...."
"That too," Hannah agreed, "but you still have to complete your scans of the piloting crew."
"They are complete." Nathan walked into his office and settled at his desk. Soon, he knew, he would have to face the science chief in order to get her help. For now, however he could settle on sending her his findings for her to evaluate. He also sent a copy to the colonel for reviewing, before he would send it to Starfleet.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2007 9:27:59 GMT
After reading Lt. Garrett's message reply, Cyle knew he had over stepped his boundaries as a senior officer. He probably wouldnt hear anything about it for awhile, so he thought it best not to bother the lt. Instead Cyle had to find something to get his mind busy, anything almost would be good enough for him. He had a few regrets about his actions concerning the last mission, and now was as good a time as any to try and fix them. "computer, locate Doctor van Breughel" he said as he stood and went to his door. "doctor van breughel is in sickbay"
Cyle took a few breaths as he stood outside the sickbay doors, 'i wish grace was still here' he thought to himself before entering through the doors. When he entered he saw the nurse, Hannah he believed was her name, and attempted a smile, which was not returned, it seemed to Cyle that she disliked him. He didnt blame her, he had given her a hard time while attempting to strangle the doctor. He walked over to the doctors officer, and knocked on the frame. "Doctor, are you buys?" he asked, before thinking to himself 'he probably just doesnt want to talk to me, and why am i apologizing anyway?' "i wanted to apologize for my actions during the last mission" Cyle said, indicating the doctors arm, and small bruises barely visible on his neck.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2007 10:18:51 GMT
Sending off his reports to Colonel Hrisvalar and Lieutenant Garrett, Nathan hadn't heard Cyle coming in at first. Only when the marine spoke up, did Nathan look up. He jumped up when the marine approached, not wanting to be near him just now.
However, he relaxed when Cyle apologised. "Everyone was on edge major," he answered, as he carefully rubbed his throat. Had it only been yesterday that this all had happened? he mused as he walked around his desk and sat on it.
"I suppose you had some right to do this, though perhaps next time do so in a less severe manner hm?" His thoughts went back to the incident, which had sparked the major's attack on him. "Freddy suffered no ill effects," he offered, "though he was somewhat shaken. And these bones will heal in time, thanks to the refusal of my head nurse to actually heal the fracture." He held up the cast, then offered Cyle an odd smile. "Did you know that, in the 20th century people had their friends put signatures and pictures on their casts?"
The doctor shook his head in dismay. "How odd that must have been..." Then he looked up again, meeting the marine's eyes. "I feel I owe you an apology as well," he started, suddenly looking very uncertain and embarassed, "I should not have...done what I did. It was unbecoming...and I do apologise."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2007 10:58:47 GMT
"no, i did not know that" Cyle said as he thought about what the doctor said about signing a cast. Putting up one finger, Cyle moved to the replicator, and put in a request for one black marker. He held it in his hand, as he walked back to the doctor. "may I?" he asked before receiving a nod from the doctor, kneeling down, Cyle wrote a small message, and signed his name.
Trust in your friends, they are all you need. Cyle Johnson
"I feel I owe you an apology as well," he started, suddenly looking very uncertain and embarassed, "I should not have...done what I did. It was unbecoming...and I do apologise." Cyle looked a little confused for a moment, "if you are referring to my being restrained, and sent to the brig, you were well within your rights. If there was something else, i dont recall" He said as he stood and looked at the good doctor.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2007 12:03:53 GMT
Nathan tried to read the message, though he had a little trouble doing so since it was upside down, from his aspect. "Thank you," he said softly, meeting the marine's gaze.
"There was indeed something else, but if you don't recall, perhaps it's for the best that you don't," the doctor continued. "It was...embarassing to say the least. As for being restrained, that was a necessity I fear. Had I been in your place, you would've done the same." Or would he?
Gazing past the marine, Nathan saw Raleva walk into sickbay and he waved at her, trying to get her attention. "Was there anything else major? I need to talk to the counselor when you are done." Smiling sheepishly, he tapped the cast on his left arm. "Perhaps I can convince her to sign too. I must say, that was a very unexpected action of yours...I hadn't expected you to do this."
Nathan's expression brightened when the counselor entered his office. "Rally, are you feeling better now? I'm sorry I had to sedate you earlier..."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2007 1:55:01 GMT
Entering the double doors, Megan found herself in a nearly empty holodeck, save for Lieutenant T’Ress and a computer casing on a sled with a glowing energy orb floating above it. Raising her eyebrow slightly, Lieutenant Garrett approached J’Varr with the question “what’s going on” clear on her face.
"The AI wishes to apologize to you, merrow..." the Catian announced, eliciting an even more surprised look from Megan.
The orb moved slowly towards her, and a very familiar voice added, "It is true. I have changed and become something far more than myself."
“I accept your apology. In fact, I should probably apologize myself. I don’t believe any of us were acting much like ourselves at the time...” Megan replied, feeling a bit guilty as the memory of her using that welding torch on the fighter and then subsequently attaching the charges that would destroy them.
"And I have brought it down here so that it may pick a body that it will use to represent itself on the holodeck. If you can believe it, we are standing on the precipice of a major scientific breakthrough involving sentient computers!" T’Ress continued, seeming to be too excited to notice her attempt at an apology.
The AI was also apparently excited, and ignoring her apology as well, asked, "Am I permitted to show you what forms I have chosen? I have yet to choose one finally. I wish you to assist me in which I should become."
Megan smiled at the slightly child-like emotions expressing its enthusiasm. She had to admit, this was very exciting. As she watched the display of potential representation one by one, she almost laughed when the Orion came up, and actually did laugh a bit when J’Varr expressed exactly what she’d been thinking.
Although the AI was clearly no longer trying to seduce her into anything, she had to admit that the Orion would have perfectly suited the entity had it remained the same. Still...though it had become more restrained, the personality could remain.
“The choice really is yours. True, I would have a difficult time imagining you as female after…but you are different now, so it wouldn’t be quite so…” Megan trailed off feeling her face grow a bit warm and glanced at J’Varr for help. He merely shrugged, although his amusement at the situation was evident.
“Although I have changed, perhaps the form I take should reflect who I was as well as who I am now. If that is the case, I believe male would be the best choice. That leaves the decision as Trill, Ferengi, or Orion.” the AI replied, amusement evident even in its own voice.
As “he” spoke, the three images appeared again side by side for Megan and J’Varr to examine. She had to admit, the idea of the AI has a Ferengi was almost too funny to even consider, and the irony of the Orion was overwhelming. However, the Trill was…well he was really good looking. Not that the Orion wasn’t… Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, Megan realized that this decision was a very important one to the AI and should be about him, not her.
Finally, Megan decided to voice her opinion. “I still say the decision is yours, but I do not believe the Ferengi would be best suited to your personality. I would say either the Trill or the Orion would work, but it’s up to you as to which one.”
J’Varr nodded his agreement, causing the Ferengi to disappear and a moment of silence descended upon the holodeck as the AI was most likely considering his options. Finally, after several moments of silence, the Trill disappeared as well, leaving the Orion behind, whom suddenly became animated and said, “Your responses to this image seem to indicate to me that this person best represents who I was, so he should adequately represent who I have become as well.”
The two officers shared an amused glance at the choice, before J’Varr stepped forward to shake the newly “created” Orion’s hand, and Megan followed shortly afterwards. She was surprised however, when the Orion, instead of shaking her hand, deftly turned it over and bent to place a kiss on her palm.
Turning bright red, and smiling slightly against her will, Megan tried, and failed, to give the AI a scolding look, but he just grinned at her. “I have been studying your culture, and find that now I am no longer obsessed with finding a…” he paused to look Megan over, “…desirable pilot, that expression of myself has changed into a more, for lack of a better word, Human trait known as charm.”
Megan’s face remained red, but this time her glare was genuine. Perhaps she should have gone with making him a female…or perhaps that would have created an even more awkward situation. “Your ‘charm’ still needs work.” Megan replied dryly, causing the Orion to grin again. At least he had somehow developed a sense of humor that translated quite clearly through the hologram.
“Next you should probably being work on selecting a name.” Megan continued changing the subject. “But don’t feel the need to rush. I’ll leave that task to the two of you. I still have work to do before getting some rest. So goodnight.”
Before she moved to the exit, the AI moved towards her but she held up her hand, stopping him. “Don’t even think about it.” Megan warned him, still smiling, before turning around and leaving. He was certainly going to be a different kind of dangerous once he got around other people.
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After leaving the holodeck, Megan had planned on going to the gym, but the encounter with the AI left her more relaxed than she’d been since boarding the Jefferson. Instead, she’d gone straight to her quarters and slept better than she had in awhile. Once her alarm went off signaling it was time for her morning workout, she’d actually found herself wanting more sleep, had reset it for later, and fallen back asleep almost immediately. The next time it went off, she didn’t really have a choice.
She’d arrived at her office on time, not early as usual, and shortly after arriving a message had come through from the doctor. At first fearing it was an order to sickbay for some sort of awful scan or test, Megan relaxed when already completed scans and reports began to flood her screen. This was work. Work she could handle any day, especially over a visit to sickbay.
Quickly getting to work analyzing the readings from a scientific standpoint, the results began to become very clear in each case. Each pilot showed unique and specific changes in their brain wave patterns. Colonel Hrisvalar’s indicated an increase in anger, violence, and…well that explained why he came after her the way he did. Commander Reynolds’ showed increased endorphins to the point where he must have been feeling the best he’d ever felt in his entire life.
Scans of Cyle indicated that there was actually a second pattern imbedded in his brain waves. It was far too weak to be the dominant personality, but enough to talk to him and bother him. It had probably been driving him crazy, and he’d destroyed the fighters to get it out. It certainly explained a lot, but since the fighter “personality” hadn’t been in control, she wasn’t sure this would help him any. He also had an increase in anger and violence, but it was hard to tell if that was from manipulation or just a result of the fighter’s most likely incessant voice in his head.
Bringing the Colonel and Commander’s scans back up, Megan looked more closely and found a similar second pattern imbedded in their brain waves, but theirs’ were much weaker and probably hadn’t been quite as outspoken and self-thinking as Cyle’s had been. If she'd had to guess, it would seem that because they had less control, they manipulated emotions using hormones more often than actually trying to ‘speak’.
That explained what had happened to the pilots, but what about the rest of them? After reviewing scan after scan of other crewmates who hadn’t been connected to the fighters, Megan felt she had the answer. There was no second pattern present, but there were traces of psionic energy, indicating some sort of telepathy had been used. How the fighters had managed this was anyone’s guess…
The only effect on the rest of the crew besides the residual psionic energy was, as with the others, the increase in hormones and emotions. Although this wasn’t clear on the scans, Megan suspected that the telepathy had somehow increased the intensity of the already present emotions. She herself hadn’t felt anything she wouldn’t have normally felt, but the intensity of her emotions was enough to overwhelm her.
Still, like with Cyle, this wouldn’t be enough to adequately explain or defend her actions and participation in the destruction of the fighters. It seemed that, despite knowing what had happened and why, it most likely wouldn’t be enough to spare her, or Cyle, from prosecution. With a sign, she typed up her own findings, as well as a few opinions, and sent them on to the doctor. There was nothing more she could do.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2007 5:40:10 GMT
J’Varr nodded his agreement, causing the Ferengi to disappear and a moment of silence descended upon the holodeck as the AI was most likely considering his options. Finally, after several moments of silence, the Trill disappeared as well, leaving the Orion behind, whom suddenly became animated and said, “Your responses to this image seem to indicate to me that this person best represents who I was, so he should adequately represent who I have become as well.”
The feline officer recalled this statement as Megan was now long gone. He shook his head, standing up, "I have to admit, Orions are known for....well...acting as you did before.." His tail moved about a bit, curling around his stomach as the entity began to speak to him.
"Is that not even more so to be created as such?"
"Purrrhaps...but Orions..nay, we have moved far beyond racism. I will not put forth Megan's reasons for acting such to the choice of that image. Do you have a name?"
The Orion nodded, "Levek, in keeping with the race I have choosen."
"It is desirable to do so," he purred.
"Of course. And I shall attempt to learn what I may."
"Do not learn slavery of course."
"I believe that lesson was already spoken."
The feline smiled, "As you explore, I shall leave the holodeck activated and sealed off for you for now. You will be able to speak regularly through a vocabulator off deck however, and I will be able to move you."
The feline exhaled softly, the Orion suddenly vanishing while the fore launch light illuminated in time with words, "I would rather be placed back on engineering. I have much more to be learned from the library computer than from where I am now."
The Caitian complied, 'wheeling' out the cart with him and returning it to the library access panel in main engineering without incident. He recalled the turbolift, stepping out for a moment. Having clearly overlooked the panel, he returned to it, shouting "Bridge!"
Upon exiting, he apologized immediatly to the duty officer for appearing in an engineering jumpsuit, citing that he did not have time to change into a duty uniform after his work on the entity and returned to the engineering console there.
Engineering Log, Stardate 2393.0815
I have completed the task of making the entity fully aware and reconstructed by use of isolinear and bio-neural aspects. In this respect, he is begining to blur the line between organism and lifeform. Choosing to become Orion in character, he has adopted the name Levek for himself. I can only hope that this new movementin technical development shall be put to good use. I believe that as well as the more obvious advances in artificial intelligence, this will come to cybernecitists as a bane when dealign with the disabled.
LOG OFF.
He let out a feline purr, having held it for the duration of the log, returning to gazing into the console, admiring the warp core statistics. He began to tap out then another text only message to Garret.
I wish to thank you for your tolerance and assistance of and with my experimentation today. I hope that you will again join me soon so that we might further explore what we will be able to accomplish with this discoveries..other than winning a Zee Magnees prize each.
Cordially, Lieutenant Junior Grade J'Varr T'Ress
Finding that in his situation he had little to do, he took a bit of a glance at the viewfinder, noting that it showed nothing interesting. Nothing was worse to an engineering than a ship ordered not to preform underway.
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Post by Zhukarak Hrisvalar on Aug 15, 2007 10:45:59 GMT
Zhukarak dove right in. “Well Colonel, as you know, we were given a great opportunity by running the trials of these experimental fighters. As they were still highly classified, our knowledge of their working systems was very limited. The one thing we did know was the fact that we as pilots hooked up and could integrate with the fighter’s AI component, in essence becoming one.”
Zhukarak retrieved two glasses of water, not bothering to ask if the other marine really wanted one or not. “As you can imagine, everyone was immediately concerned over this. However, we had our orders and I ensured that Doctor’s Keller, van Breughel, and Counselor De Silva had what they needed to keep all pilots monitored at all times when they fly.
“Once we got into position near the nebula, Major Johnson and I did the first trial run. These fighters performed much as they looked…flawless and precise. I integrated with the AI and the ship performed all maneuvers the moment I thought of them. I must say it was a beautiful experience. There was a minor incident where my proximity alert sounded due to Major Johnson heading for a collision course, but it was averted.”
Zhuk did not volunteer as to why this had happened; he was going to let Colonel Stone find that out from Cyle.
“As far as I am concerned, it had been a successful flight. We landed back in the shuttle bay upon which the Major was re-evaluated by the docs. I recall having a sharp pain in my head, a headache if you will.” Zhukarak then recalled what had happened on the shuttle bay flight deck. “There was an incident between myself and Doctor van Breughel. He forcefully had insisted that I report to sickbay, as he now was the chief medical officer. Doctor Keller had to leave…an emergency at home. I responded in force by twisting the doctor’s wrist. I was not sure why at the time, but now…it seems the fighters had something to do with that.”
Colonel Stone raised his eyebrows in disbelief at what he had just heard. Doubt setting in of the belief that the fighters were to be blamed for this. “I know, it seems unlikely, but Doctor van Breughel had been alluding to it all along. I am sure you will hear this when he gives you his accounting of this.”
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Post by stone on Aug 17, 2007 9:44:28 GMT
Marshall took a sip from his water while being very skeptical of what the Colonel had just said. "I have a hard time believing that the AI's in those fighters were sentient, and if so, it seems to me that they would have been isolated on board those ships."
Zhukarak understood what the investigator was getting at, and he had no proof otherwise. "It looks like we shall never know as the proof went with the destruction of those fighters." Zhuk then remembered something. "But the possibility is there. Starbase Assailant currently has a sentient AI within its systems."
Recalling some of the information he had read about of that starbase, Marshall could only agree, even if he didn't believe it. "Nontheless, I'm here to investigate the destruction of those fighters. Please, continue."
Zhukarak recalled his advances towards raleva, but decided to leave that portion out. If she wanted to reveal it, then he would visit that topic later with Colonel Stone. "Yes, well...We went to red alert status as Lieutenant Sharp unexpectedly went to warp and disappeard from our sensors. Major Johnson, trying to play the hero, went after him. We followed their warp trail to this sector." Zhuk punched in some coordinates which were relayed to Colonel Stone's PADD. "While we were still trying to locate them...I had another issue with the doctor."
Zhukarak knew better than to keep anything that happened on the bridge a secret. The bridge was constantly being recorded both audibly and visually. "Doctor van Breughel came onto the bridge trying to relieve Garrett and T'Ress of their duties, but I replayed a recording that showed how much the doctor actually needed to be relieved as he was overstressed."
"I take it you didn't hurt him this time?" Marshall had wanted to make it a point that the CO had already overstepped his bounds once.
"No, I didn't! I threw him off my bridge and continued the search for the two missing crewmen."
"And missing fighters."
"Of course." Zhuk hated being put on the spot like this. "T'Ress had eluded to some computer core problems and he too mentioned something about an entity, but I was too focused on my missing crewmen...and fighters. I told the Caitian to work on it and come up with a solution."
"In the meantime, Major Johnson had returned to us and Lieutenant Pemberton found proof that the Tholians had been in the area. In fact, they had captured Commander Sharp. Since they were cloaked we had a hard time finding them. In the meantime, offcier T'Ress did find proof that something was attacking our systems. He claims it's an entity, I'll let your investigation come up with its own conclusion."
"Oh believe me, Colonel, it will." Marshall was looking at another bridge recording. "Do you and the doctor have a...uh...relationship?"
Another item he was going to have to clear up. "No! Strictly professional. I now believe the doctor was also affected by this entity at the time when he...kissed me." Zhukarak then recalled the ready room, more specifically himself and Garrett in the ready room. As the ready room was not an area with recorders, he had decided to keep that portion quiet too. "In the meantime, Johnson had returned to us and we were now searching for Sharp who had been captured by the Tholians.
"I see that you ordered your science officer to follow you to your ready room. What was that all about?" His eyes bore straight into the Andorian, awaiting a shady answer.
"We were discussing various possibilities of getting to Sharp."
"That couldn't have been done on the bridge, as a collaberative effort?"
"There were already too many distractions for me...the entity...remember?" Zhukarak left it at that. "Either way, we were able to locate the Tholians, fired on them to disrupt their cloak which helped Sharp escape as well. Then I ordered all fighters to be taken for some retribution."
"I see. So all fighters were lost in the battle with the Tholians. Starfleet isn't going to be happy about this, especially this story of an entity from within the fighters." Marshall figured this Colonel wasn't going to keep his command for very long after this.
Zhukarak wished he had lost those fighters that way, but it was not the truth. "No. While we were flying Major Johnson reported that charges were set on each of those fighters. They were set and blown up by the Major. We had just enough time to escape and return to the Jefferson and head for home."
Marshall looked at Colonel Hrisvalar with a quizzical look, surprised at what he had just heard. "Interesting. Thank you, I think I'll interview him next then. I'll go ahead and move into your conference room. If you would be so kind and send me the Major, that would be appreciated.
Zhukarak watched Stone leave his ready room as he tapped his communicator. "Major Johnson, report to Lieutenant Colonel Stone in the main conference room." Zhukarak let out a small sigh, eventhough he knew there would be worse to come.
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OOC: JP with Colonel Hrisvalar and myself. Thanks Colonel, that was fun.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2007 20:11:09 GMT
NRPG: A joint between me and Nathan
As Nathan waited for Raleva to answer his question, a third person entered sickbay. The doctor shuddered a little, remembering the claws this individual had at his disposal. Forcing a smile, he stepped past Cyle and Raleva. "Ensign T'Ress, may I help you?" Then he held the marker out to him. "And can you sign this too please?" he continued, indicating the cast.
He nodded slowly, musing over the cast, "Why were you not simply able to join it? Can you not fix it?" He then gulped, "Merrow, I wish to incur no more of your wrath, but for the last several days I have been walking around with a pair of broken ribs..."
Alas, Hannah would not amuse me," Nathan said ruefully, while still holding out the marker, "she thought it'd force me to rest." He turned professional when the cat mentioned the broken bones. "And you took this long to come to me with them?" He was angry indeed as he propelled the Caitian to the nearest biobed. "Up you go. Don't you know broken ribs can do more harm than you may think?"
The feline raised his eyes, taking a marker. He had very seldom used one, considering he so often wrote with a stylus. However he did sign his name, though with an odd Caitian form of writing rather than in the Latin alphabet. He passed the marker back to the physician as he was thrown into the bed, his eyes growing wide.
"Doctor, of course I knew! However, I know you have been trying to rest and I did not wish to wake you!"
"Medical emergencies take precedence," Nathan shot back as he ran a scanner over the cat's torso. "Two broken ribs, three severely bruised," he concluded as he reached for the regenerator. "Hold still and I'll have you as good as new in a second. It may hurt, so kindly keep your claws away from me, and preferably sheathed."
The engineer nodded to him, "I do not wish to cause you any more trouble...nor to cause myself any more pain. It is...not befitting for a hunter to cry as much as I have."
Nathan raised both eyebrows at that remark. "Cry?"
The feline growled a bit, "I have been in a great deal of pain!"
"Yes I can see that, now hold still!" Nathan worked as quickly as he could, while noticing one grey blur shooting by at top speed. He glanced at the feline's white skin in wonder. "Do you have soft skin, like my own cats?" he asked, making a quick movemend sideways and holding a protesting grey feline in his arms a second later.
He whimpered gently, wincing as the doctor worked his magic. He forced a smile, nodding, "Aye, that I do."
"May I?" Nathan held up his right hand, after releasing Tibbe, indicating he wished to touch. He had touched the cat's tail before, but not his actual fur.
He purred a bit, "May I inquire as to the purpose, Doctor?"
"Expanding knowledge," Nathan answered with a slight smile, "you basically look like an overgrown cat. I merely wish to learn more about Caitians."
He purred deeply, nodding to him.
He indicated his own skin, after rolling up his sleeve. "See? No fur."
"As I would trust not. You are neither Sivoan, Caitian, nor Kzinti."
"And not telepathic," Nathan promised as he reached to touch T'ress' fur. "Very soft," he concluded, then hooked his fingers in and gave a slight tug. "And sturdy. How long does it take to disentangle?"
"A good bit of time if I were to do it myself. I have to attend the barber often to have it done. Am I good enough to walk?"
Nathan nodded. "Just don't overdo your exercises for a while, or any combat practice or heavy lifting. You have a capable engineering team to do the dirty work for a while." He snagged at the cat's tail as the engineer sat up and held it in his hand. "Why don't you use your tail?"
He growled a bit as it was mentioned, "I was told by a human in the academy that I would never be accepted if I use it." He then smirked, "Murr...you do realize I'm senior staff. That outs me from heavy lifting....I just wear those mustard colored jumpsuits for the fun of it."
"Not accepted?" Nathan gawked at his patient. "Having a tail would be so useful...if I observe my own pair of felines..I find myself jealous and irked at not having one." He raised an eyebrow, "I should not be fearful of it then?"
The doctor shook his head. "Not to my knowledge no. What I wouldn't give to have a beautiful tail like yours." He stroked it gently, then smirked back. "Though it would look silly on me now wouldn't it. While you can't lift, I'm sure you can use your tail to move your toolbox? or hold things in place?"
He nodded softly, "We do on Cait, as well as on the Federation colony I grew up on. I thank you for your encouragement, Doctor. Do not laugh - a burden has been lifted from my shoulders.....you need to rest, correct?"
Again he raised his eyebrows. "Rest? Yes I suppose, though I have things to attend to first. Rest will come at the end of my shift." He smiled and indicated his still floured hair. "Though I did have breakfast with my son...funny how people snigger but not mention how silly I look."
"You do not look silly." His tail finally would drift about as he sat up, "When you are free, I would like you to see what I have done on the holodeck in my free time.."
"I would like that," Nathan answered with a smile as he indicated T'Ress was free to go. "I have a lunch break in two hours. Page me when you are ready?"
With a purr, he agreed. "Thank you for all your assitance, doctor. Merrow."
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