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Post by stone on Sept 20, 2007 11:27:52 GMT
Another long trial session had finally ended. Marshall had been listening to the First Officer’s testimony with a degree of interest. After all, it was he who had to return with a final after-action report and recommendations for the researchers for the development of future star fighters.
With another degree of interest Marshall couldn’t help but notice Jefferson’s Chief Science Officer. She had been very appealing to his eyes since he had set foot on this vessel. His last area of focus of the opposite sex had been a Bajoran woman, a flirty one. However, here was a human female and she was far from being the flirting type. In fact, she was one of the most withdrawn women he had met in a long time.
Marshall did notice upon their return to the courtroom, that something had changed about her. It had been slight, but there seemed to be a little bit more determination within her. He noted that she was gaining confidence as the trial went on. She was going to defend herself and her crew mates. Marshall wanted to know what else could make her tick and he was determined to find out when he had the chance.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2007 13:06:59 GMT
"One redirect, Commodore"
"Go ahead." Parker had almost dismissed the First Officer when Dunn and voiced his decision.
"As executive officer, you said there was not any more stress than usual on the ship."
"Correct."
Dunn picked up his PADD to refresh his memory. "How many missions has Commander Garrett been on? Lieutenant T'Ress? Has the Van Breughel been chief medical officer before?"
Before Matt could answer, Major Bridgeton sat down.
"The prosecution rests, Commodore."
Dunn thought he got his message across to the Judge. While packing his PADDs up for the day, he rethought his strategy. Proving the crew was submitted to an unusual amount of stress was not going to be difficult. It was StarFleet's position that there was no AI, and honestly, Dunn himself had seen no evidence of such an AI. The defense team had a bunch of witnesses attesting to the contrary, though. It was not an uphill battle by any means, but it was still going to require some cunning to cut off this silly notion.
Stress was clearly the issue here. Too many unusual events were occurring this last mission, with too many inexperienced officers to deal with it. The strangest of which is the turnover of the senior staff in the duration of the tests. People were briefed left and right onto the nature of the secret missions, it seemed. Those who weren't briefed took it upon themselves to find out what the ships were on their own. Certain command members tried curbing curiosity, while others seem to promote it.
The Doctor wasn't a StarFleet Officer, so he had no formal training in handling StarFleet problems, however he did have the experience from previous missions. The de facto training was probably better than academy training, which is why Dunn hadn't pushed it.
The next few weeks were going to be tough. It was generally easy when the witnesses were just testifying as an expert. Soon he will be cross examining the most egregious of the offenders. The report Colonel Stone gave Dunn at the beginning of the trial painted a pretty dark picture for them. Dunn had nothing personal against them, it was just his job. He would be damned if he didn't do it to the best of his ability. StarFleet put him there because they wanted results
] Bridgeton's quarters.{ he waited a couple of seconds
}}Hello? Dunn?{{
}Yes. Just letting you know I am on my way back to the StarBase. We've been recessed for the weekend.{
}}To the office or here?{{ Legitimate question seeing as Dunn was spending most of his spare time in his office lately.
}Both. I'll be home in a few hours{
All of Major Bridgeton's PADDs had been packed up and beamed back to the prosecution's staffing room. The PADDs with secret material were left in Judge Parker's hands.
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He assembled his staff around a small table in his rudimentary office.
"I need everything you know on Major Johnson, Lieutenant T'Ress, and Commander Garret before next week. Especially if they have any psychological disorders, or have been shown to have a predisposition to stress. I think we have this one in the bag!"
He overstated his hand a little to encourage his miniature army to remobilize. It was going to be a long weekend, and he sincerely meant it when he said he would be home in a few hours. Hopefully his staff could make that happen.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2007 4:48:29 GMT
Cyle had thought that Matt had handled his testimony very well, considering that the procescution was always aiming for there throats. "i guess its a good thing we have the weekend off' He thought as he stood up after being dismissed from the courtroom. He walked to his room where he changed into some workout clothes so he could practice some of his fighting.
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Post by stone on Sept 25, 2007 9:59:11 GMT
Another day of questioning and cross-examination had come to a close. The Jefferson crew filed itself out in an orderly fashion, and in silence as well. The two lawyers remained as they were gathering their logs and PADDS, while Judge Parker proceeded to take the ceremonial robe off.
Marshall made his way to Ten-Forward, the traditional name for the officers mess. He had become quite famished during the last couple of hours and he was ready to satisfy his hunger.
Marshall was quite impressed with the kitchen on this ship. They were able to freshly cook him a quarter piece of real chicken. Not just cooked, but grilled. It had been nicely seasoned with the skin almost being crispy. It seemed like a God send as Marshall happily devoured his meal.
Soon his hunger had been satisfied. One of the kitchen stewards came by to clear his plate as Marshall rose to leave the mess hall. ~Science Officer~ He couldn't shake her from his mind, there was something about her that just required his attention.
He went to the nearest LCARS panel. "Computer, locate Commander Garrett."
}Lieutenant Commander Garrett is located in holodeck two.{
The LCARS panel switched, indicating the location of the holodeck on the ships diagram. It wasn't quite that far from his current location, and the map was easy enough to recall in his head.
Marshall reached the holodeck within four minutes. Quietly he entered. He could hear fighting grunts as he walked in. After turning a bend in the holodeck hallway, he saw Garrett locked in hand-to-hand combat with a faceless, black-clad figure.
Her back was turned to wards Marshall as he stood there observing. She parried every one of her opponents thrusts as he came at her. Marshall slowly walked closer on her as he continued watching. Her opponent came in one last time as Garrett sliced across his neck with the edge of her hand, knocking him out.
The opponent fell to the floor and soon disappeared. Garrett was still in her fighting stance as Marshall was now within three feet from her back. Suddenly she had turned as she attacked her next opponent...Marshall. Marshall instinctively got into his own stance and parried her first two throws, knocking her arms aside. His mind had recognized her movements, they were good but not defined from years of use as his were. She came in with another throat slash as Marshall grabbed her wrist and just held it there in mid-air. There they were, his hand grasped on her wrist, their eyes locked with one-another...each waiting for the other to make the next move.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2007 10:56:26 GMT
Megan had walked into the courtroom a slightly different person. What had previously been just an act was now exactly how she felt, determined. Matt had done a good job with his testimony, and now that the prosecution had rested, the science officer believed she could see where he’d made his mistake. Since they had the weekend off, that gave her plenty of time to talk to Commander Fitch, not only about what had happened from her perspective, but also about his defense strategy. The Lieutenant wasn’t exactly known for not giving her opinion.
Walking out of the courtroom, Megan had headed straight for her quarters to change. Before doing anything, she really wanted to beat up a few holograms. It had been months since the incident which had left her so badly injured, and since then she’d only worked on her combat skills a few times, not nearly enough to retain all of her abilities. However, once learned, the technique was still there.
After pulling on a solid black bodysuit and grabbing her workout bag in case she wanted to go running or swimming afterwards, Megan had made her way to the holodeck and initiated one of her many training programs on an easier level to start out. Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, she focused her thoughts and slipped into the right frame of mind to fight before activating the program.
This particular program only created one combatant at a time and gradually increased the difficulty, so the first opponent had been dispelled with a single strike, the second shortly after, and each successively after a bit more work. By the tenth, or was it the eleventh, hologram, Megan was breathing hard and beads of sweat were beginning to run down her face. She was tired and yet her senses were heightened, so when she heard someone behind her as the hologram vanished, she thought nothing of spinning around to try and defeat the next level.
The first two blows were predictably deflected, and the third caught in mid motion. Megan began to throw her weight towards him, to throw him off balance, but the pause gave her time to clearly see the face of her newest rival, Lieutenant Colonel Stone. She froze, the determination in her eyes giving way to shock.
“Sir…” she managed to gasp between hard, deep breaths. The last person in the world she’d been expecting was him or anyone real for that matter. Speaking of real or not real, Megan instantly became aware of the fact that the program was still running, and something was behind her. Stone seemed to realize it shortly after, but by then she’d already reacted.
With her left wrist still held by the Colonel, Megan spun and lashed out with her right arm, striking the hologram in the face with her elbow, while deflecting his attempted blow with her lower arm, grabbing only his arm with her hand and twisting it painfully. If he’d been alive, it would have broken his arm, but instead he just vanished. The adrenaline from unexpectedly coming face to face with Stone seemed to have improved her performance.
“Computer, freeze program.” Megan ordered breathlessly, while her mind raced trying to figure out why he was here, what he wanted, and how much he’d seen…
Swallowing hard and forcing her breathing to slow down, Megan calmly turned back to face the Colonel, who was still very close and holding her wrist. “Something you needed, Colonel?" she asked calmly, hoping he hadn’t already seen enough to suspect her level of training.
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Post by stone on Sept 25, 2007 11:26:25 GMT
He was impressed as another hologram opponent appeared from behind Garrett, while she twisted and turned to defeat it as her previous one. Quickly she froze the program and asked Marshall if he had needed anything.
Indeed, was there anything he needed? There was as he had stopped admiring her technique in her fighting, as he was now more focused on admiring her in her black one-piece jumpsuit. Although her reactions and style had triggered something in the back of his mind, he let it go. That part of her was interesting, but it didn’t interest him….not like other parts.
He noted one of her eyebrows furrow up as he was still standing there just looking at her. “Uh, sorry. I had noted the fighting program and was just curious who was using it. Having done a little bit myself, you know. Looks like you’ve already had quite the workout. I usually like to go for a nice swim for cooling down. You wouldn’t happen to like swimming as well, would you?” By now he was wondering what color bathing suit would suit her best as he waited for her answer.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2007 11:35:46 GMT
Now that they had been released to a weekend recess, and with prosecution finally resting their case, Nathan was relieved to leave the court room. The comment about his service had rankled him and if someone hadn't quietly restrained him, Nathan had no doubt he'd have jumped up and said something about it. He didn't recall who had admonished him to stay in his seat, though it was quite likely Commander Rankin who had done so.
Walking back to his quarters, Nathan reflected on his own testimony and wondered what sort of impact it had made on the crew. So far, most of them seemed to be avoiding him, even though Nathan himself didn't mind that at all at the moment. But he couldn't help wondering what would've happend if he had been called as a defense witness. Would that have made any difference?
A pull at his sleeve pulled him from his thoughts and he smiled as Freddy looked up at him in wonder. "Dad, are we ready to go now?"
Go? Oh yes, he had promised his son they'd go to the pool at the next long recess. "If you've packed everything, then we're ready to go," he laughed, knowing how fond his son was of water. Almost as fond as his sister, he mused, remembering his own youth. "Ready then? Let's go!"
Minutes later, the boy jumped from the ramp straight into the water, with Nathan following in a graceful dive a second later. At five years old, the boy was an excellent swimmer even though some of his antics still quite worried his poor old father. "Show me how fast you can swim," he urged the boy on, "you do want to come first in class competition don't you?"
Quietly, Nathan wondered if more would come to join them later, as at the moment he and Freddy were the only one's using the ship's swimming pool. Lazily, he leaned on the edge of the pool, quietly kicking his legs now and then to remain afloat even though he was keeping his weight on his arms. The water was quite warm and had an immediate relaxing effect.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2007 15:27:20 GMT
Standing there with the Colonel still holding her wrist, looking at her funny and far too close, Megan began to feel just a little uncomfortable. His explanation of why he was in the holodeck did make sense, but he was acting weird. Still, she had been planning on going swimming, and although her first instinct was to decline and just skip the swim, the science officer bristled slightly at changing her plans just because the investigator had the same idea. If Stone wanted to come along that was just fine with her, she decided. He probably couldn’t keep up anyway.
“I was just heading there myself. I usually swim after…working out as well.” Megan replied, though she’d almost said training instead of working out. Calmly yanking her wrist out of his grasp, she brushed past him to get her bag that was by the door. She had no idea what he was trying to accomplish, but if he was waiting for her to mess up or confess to anything by accident, he would be disappointed.
Once retrieving her bag, Megan moved to the pool on her own, allowing the Colonel to either follow or not but not looking behind her to see if he was there. Although the Lieutenant always preferred working out alone, she wasn’t going to let some Marine sent to help end her career stop her from doing what she wanted to do. Smirking slightly, she enjoyed the realization that although he may have been able to defeat her in a fight, he was no match for her at swimming.
After changing into a fairly standard black swimsuit, Megan had moved towards the pool to find the doctor and his son already there. Part of her lamented the fact that there would be even more people there while she was just trying to swim until she was exhausted, but another part was somehow glad that it wouldn’t be just her and the Colonel. Besides, Nathan’s son was adorable.
Speaking of Freddy, he had stopped swimming when she had entered the room and begun to move to the edge of the pool to greet her. “Hello.” he said, watching her every move very carefully.
Smiling, as she loved kids, Megan walked towards him before bending over and leaning down to talk with him. “Hello. What’s your name?” she’d asked.
“Frederic van Breughel.” he’d answered proudly gazing up at her with an awed expression on his face before holding out his hand.
Smiling slightly at his formality, she shook the offered hand before returning his greeting. “I’m Megan. It’s very nice to meet you, Frederic. That’s a very strong name you have. I saw you swimming. You’re very good. Do you like to swim?”
Freddy had merely nodded while he continued to gaze up at her. Nathan began to move closer, and Megan smiled politely at him. She hoped he wouldn’t mention anything about her needing to go to sickbay or wanting her medical record. If he did, she decided she was as good as gone
Megan heard Colonel Stone coming up behind her, but she refused to turn around or stand up to acknowledge him. She was perfectly content to just stay bent over and talking to Freddy and ignore him. “When I was your age, I loved to swim too. In fact, I started competing at around your age. Do you compete?” she asked, glad to talk to the boy rather than deal with the Colonel or the doctor.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2007 20:38:33 GMT
Freddy nodded eagerly. "Yes ma'am," he called enthusiastically, "we got a competition next week. Dad and I are training for it now."
Nathan paddled up to his son and glanced up at Megan. He took note of the fact that her black bathing suit accentuated her forms, but chose not to comment on it. He knew she was uncomfortable around him at best, but he felt he would need to compliment her on something or at least encourage her.
Noticing Stone behind her, and the expression on her face, Nathan surmised that she wasn't too thrilled about the marine's presence. "Freddy, continue your laps," he told his son, noticing how the boy was actually staring at the woman's chest in wonder. "Kids," he murmured as he heaved himself out of the pool. His face close to hers, he smiled at her. "You look lovely," he whispered at her, "tell me, how fast do you swim?"
When he lowered himself back down in the water, stretching his arms agains the cramp of holding his own weight on his arms just now, he saw Stone's annoyed expression. "So are you just going to stand there, or are you actually coming in?" he queried at a louder tone, reaching up for her hand. Taking it, he gave it a firm yank and pulled her into the pool.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2007 21:56:27 GMT
Freddy was adorable; there was no doubt about that. The way he looked up at her and called her Ma’am was so cute! She loved how innocent children could be. As Nathan sent him off to continue swimming, Megan was about to compliment Nathan on his son when he pulled himself up out of the water to come closer to her. The compliment was completely unexpected and momentarily startled her, but the immediate question had lessened the shock, causing her to reply with the first two words that came to mind. “Fast enough.”
When he glanced at Stone behind her before lowering himself back into the water, Megan realized that perhaps the Colonel was a little bit too close to her for comfort, so when the doctor had unexpectedly pulled her into the water, she was slightly grateful, if not a bit aggravated at the whole situation. Even though she’d been pulled into the water rather abruptly, she managed to stretch out into a more graceful dive once she hit the water and resurfaced a few feet away, glaring at Nathan as expected, even as she realized he’d just helped her out.
“I am perfectly capable of jumping in myself.” Megan retorted before splashing the doctor and sending him a slight smile. They hadn’t exactly gotten along so far, but she could appreciate his assistance none the less. Continuing to ignore the Colonel, Megan had quickly moved over to the far lane in the shallow end of the pool to stretch her shoulders and arms hoping that maybe now she could just swim her laps in peace but somehow doubting that was going to happen.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2007 22:28:19 GMT
ooc well, i guess everyone but me is going swimming.
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Cyle somehow found himself in the holodeck, where he usually ended up anyway. He stood staring at the floor and walls, trying to figure out what he wanted to do. Finally he gave up and called out to the computer. "initiate Cyle 1" he said and turned around to see a boxing gym. Walking over to the punching bag, he did some stretches and then started pounding away at the bag, he used to boast that he had broken one at one time, but had found later that it was getting old anyway, so it didnt make for such a good story any more. After a good 20 minutes of just punching, Cyle started to think about the trial, and allowed the stress and anger to build up to the point he just kept punching the bag harder and harder.
When his thoughts drifted towards Megan, and the realization that he might not be able to protect her, Cyle's anger grew even more. He stopped when he noticed that he wasnt punching a bag anymore, instead he saw the empty shell, with sand on the ground. With a soft chuckle to himself, he entered the ring and called for an opponent. Cyle looked up as he saw a rather skinny looking guy, bouncing around on his toes. With a flurry Cyle started attacking the guy, who blocked most of his hits, but felt the blow of those he blocked. When he dropped his hands Cyle's right glover connected with the guys jaw, dropping him instantly.
Cyle continued to choose one opponent after another, until he thought he couldnt move his arms any more, then he paused the program and sat down breathing heavily with a towel wrapped around his neck. Grabbing a jump-rope, he started in on another exercise, doing his best to keep his mind clear of everything.
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Post by stone on Sept 26, 2007 11:18:02 GMT
“I was just heading there myself. I usually swim after…working out as well.”
Marshall noted her slight pause in mid-sentence, but his thought soon subsided when she yanked her arm away and brushed up against him to get her bag and head out for the ship’s pool facility. ~It’s almost an invitation.~ …he thought to himself as he silently followed her. The gym incident gave cause for Marshall to start thinking that Garrett seemed quite innocent when it came to the battle of the sexes.
Soon they arrived at the pool facility. The entrance opened up to a foyer that then split directions for male and female dressing areas. Marshall headed in the proper direction, leaving Garrett to go her way. Just as he had hoped, a clothing replicator was located in here. Donning his newly replicated swim suit Marshall took a look in the mirror. His physique was a result of years of physical training, and the few scars the results of someone trained a little better….a frown escaped. The suit hugged his skin tightly, much like a full body wet suit would.
The men’s exit to the pool led Marshall directly to a view he hadn’t expected, Garrett’s bent over backside within five feet of him. She probably hadn’t realized that she was directly in front of this exit… ~Or maybe she has?~ Marshall noticed the doctor and presumably his son with whom Garrett was in conversation. It soon halted and the doctor rose out of the water to whisper something just before he pulled Garrett into the water.
It was a public pool facility, but Marshall was hoping it would have been empty. Nonetheless, he simply jumped in with a not so graceful dive as Garrett’s, and simply continued on with a leisurely breaststroke to the opposite end of the pool.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 26, 2007 12:58:40 GMT
}Computer, One Bloody Mary please.{ Hopefully the blasted drink would get him over the pounding headache from the weekend. He finally did make it home to Jennah, who wasn't displeased. Dunn counted his blessings. He had time to spend two whole days with his family before returning to work. Today was going to drag, though.
He changed from his robe to his uniform, kissed Jennah and the kids on the foreheads- all asleep, and headed out the door for another day at the office. Proceedings were put off until the afternoon.
The office was bustling already by the time he had arrived. PADDs were stacked on the Secret Materials Transporter Pad, John and Giulia were barking orders to their help, and the replicator worked overtime producing hot coffee to accommodate.
"The Science officer is going to be a breeze to convict." John was saying. "I don't even know why we have trials when the evidence is this damning."
One has to understand the nature of John and Giulia's relationship to understand the dynamics of what just took place. John was not a vigilante at heart. The seditious comment wound Giulia up just to see where she would go when she unwound.
"That was probably the stupidest thing you said all week. The case is a no brainer, but that doesn't mean you have to be."
The Major laughed, "She has you there. I'm pretty sure we have that Major Johnson fellow and the science officer, Garrett, in the bag. Think of it this way, the longer it takes, the more vacation time you get afterward!"
"Did you get any information on the Catian? T'Ress?" Dunn reached for some coffee. The Bloody Mary took the edge off of the previous night's social activities, but now he needed something to take the tomato taste from his mouth.
"Nothing!" John exclaimed. "The stupid cat shut himself up as soon as he was locked away. Sent in a few experts to talk with him, and nothing. That Fitch guy insisted he be there when I went to question him. Does that guy seem off to you?"
Major Bridgeton shrugged, "You meet all kinds in this field. Judge Parker said that the guy packs a surprising punch. I've yet to see it. Then again, how hard can you punch with your hands tied." Stealing experimental fighters and destroying them was an almost indefensible case. "I suppose we'll see. I still say that the Catian is the ace up their sleeve. Keep digging. We are bound to find SOMETHING."
Leaning back in his chair so it tilted precariously on the back two feet he stared at the ceiling in thought. This was how he collected his thoughts in the morning, and everyone knew to leave him alone. The office continued to work as Dunn awaited trial that afternoon.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 26, 2007 14:15:43 GMT
"Oh I know you can jump in just as well on your own," Nathan laughed as he splashed her right back, "but I thought I'd be a gentleman and give you a hand." He chuckled as he paddled after her towards the small end of the pool. When he turned at the edge, he saw Stone walk out of the men's dressing room, looking smart and hansome in his bodysuit.
Nathan himself was wearing a similar suit, only his went from the waist down to his ankles, leaving his torso bare. Whistling softly at the appearance of Stone, Nathan deftly averted the marine's attention from Megan to himself. Ahead, Freddy was yelling to the marine to come in already, because the water was nice and warm, and he wanted to play.
Shaking his head, Nathan pushed off against the wall of the pool and dove under water, letting his own momentum propel him forward until he needed air. A few strokes ahead of him, Megan was ploughing gracefully through the water. With a few strong strokes, he pulled up alongside her. "Fancy having a little race on the way back?"
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Sept 26, 2007 17:45:26 GMT
After giving his testimony, Matt left as quickly as possible. He felt like a complete and total failure. His normal sense of easiness and confidence had been stripped away from him and now there was just a void. His abilities as a officer had been questioned and he wasn't able to defend himself or those serving under him. Everyone on the Jefferson depended on him to lead by example, be available to everyone, and protect them against anything and everyone. His experience with the XF-4 fighter made him forgot about all his responsibilities to the people serving aboard the Jefferson and that was unforgivable in his eyes.
Not wanting to speak to anyone, Matt headed towards the one place that he knew he wouldn't be disturbed. As he locked the doors to the gym on Deck 5, Matt took off his vest and headed towards the nearest punching bag. As he began to punch away he couldn't help but visualize himself punching Stone, Parker, Johnson, and not surprisingly himself. He partially blamed them for the way things have turned out so far, but he knew that he was responsible for his actions and in this case his lack of action. His thoughts and energy were consumed on the punching bag until he realized that they were bleeding profusely. He quickly examined his hands and continued what he had been doing.
When the pain became overwhelming, Matt began to kick the punching with the same anger he felt when he began four hours before. He knew he would get an earful from Nathan, but that was of no concern to him at the moment. As he continued to punish the bag he felt his body give begin to tire. His hands had stopped bleeding, but they continued to hurt like hell. His legs were perfectly fine, so much that he was able to dislodge the bag with a powerful kick.
"Computer replicate these medical devices," Matt said as he inputed the information into the replicator.
"Unable to comply, Chief Medical Officer clearance required,"
Not wanting to deal with Nathan at the moment Matt began to tinker with the replicator until it did as he said.
"Computer replicate these medical devices and erase all records of I ever requesting them," Matt said as he sat down next to the replicator.
"Affirmative," the computer replied as the medical instruments appeared in front of him. After repairing most of self inflicted damage, Matt recycled everything he had used.
"Computer completely erase any record of me ever being here from 1230 to 1943 hours," Matt said," also remind me tomorrow at 0800 to request repairs on this replicator unit."
"Affirmative"
With his recent activities covered up, Matt felt comfortable leaving the gym. He had already discarded of the blood soaked punching bag and sanitized the entire area. Matt left the gym and headed towards his quarters which were a few doors down.
"Computer replicate a large Philly steak cheese sand which with extra onions and roast beef and a large glass of mango juice with ice," Matt said now really hungry. As he devoured his meal, Matt came to accept his weaknesses as a Starfleet officer. He could only hope to improve on them and not allow anything to compromise that. With this realization also came regret. If he had just thought of this before hurting his hands and destroying a perfectly good punching bag.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 26, 2007 17:57:57 GMT
Cyle had finally been able to gather his thoughts together, and he remebered the way Matt had looked when he came off the stand. Although Cyle and he were not the best of friends, he thought it would do both of them some good if he went and talked with him. Heading back to his room first, Cyle took a shower and got dressed in some civilian clothes, since they were still off for the weekend. Wearing a pair of jeans and a plain white shirt, Cyle walked to the FOs quarters, and then pressed the door chime.
<tag Matt>
"I saw how you were effected by Bridgetons questions, and I figured i would contradict his words with my own. Your an excellent officer, and i dont think any one could have done a better job, other than me of course" The last part he said with a smirk, hinting towards a sense of humor on Cyle's part, just before covering it back up and waiting for a response. Cyle knew he was a blunt person, but felt that was the best way to get a point across.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 26, 2007 19:44:31 GMT
With a bit of time away from the point in the trial, J'Varr considered it best to separate himself from it for the moment. Though first he did sit down at a library console to compose a message to Zhuk, which largely invited him to meet the entity.
Colonel, this is your Chief Engineer reporting. I have to make a point that you rejected earlier what I addressed as an important testimony. However, I would still care for you to meet the entity as it is still thusly named. If you could be on the holodeck at your earliest convenience, I would gladly introduce you to this magnificent product of science. I am confident that you will agree that the entity is now a safe being and is both a great proof to our inability to control our actions as well as the said triumph.
Upon finishing the message he thought to himself briefly to begin another, this time it was addressed to Thomas Tagert:
Sir, this is J'Varr T'Ress. Though I have served in my current capacity for some time, I have not as of yet met you, however it is my goal to be on good terms with the lot of our compliment. Therefore, effective immediatly, I'm hereby inviting you to join me in Holodeck 2.
With this message completed, he stood up and moved into the turbolift. The feline made his way to his quarters where he spent a few moments, emerging in the uniform of a late 23rd century Starfleet Captain - red belted tunic with a white turtleneck coupled to black pants with a red bloodstripe. Dressed in this garb he made his way back down the turbolift so that he might move into the aformentioned area.
Upon his entry into the grid covered room he stood at the center with his head turned to the ceiling. "Merrow...Computer, engage program T'Ress two alpha."
He then found himself standing on the bridge of the USS Fading Sun - a Constellation class vessel. A far cry from the copper and gray colored schemes of the Jefferson, the Fading Sun had a stark white scheme with shining deck plates. As he walked his way down those deckplates he looked around slowly, shaking his head with a smile.
A Vulcan woman, wearing the optional woman's skirt of the time, stood beside him, "Captain on deck!" she shouted in a royal signal's voice. T'Ress put up his right paw, and the crew returned to their consoles as he sat down in the Captain's chair.
Looking out into the viewscreen he saw the majestic image of a purple-white star forming out of swirling nebula gases. It was an idyllic image of that time period.
And it was a klaxon that broke that idealism.
The vessel shook as it was struck by a pair of torpedoes, T'Ress standing up immediatly, "Shields up! Aggressor on screen!" The feline glared at the screen, the image of a Klingon Bird of Prey - state of the art in this era. It was arming a second barrage.
"Hail the Klingons, merrrow!" His tail stood stiff at this point.
"No response sir!"
"Lock phasers, load photon torpedoes!" The Bird of Prey's loaded blast was discharged, causing great shock in the shields of the Fading Sun, "Fire, merrrrrr.." His tail leaned up as he watched the entire compliment of phasers launched with a pair of photon torpedoes that enveloped the 'head' of the Klingon vessel. Gases around it's exterior erupted in a major explosion that soon trickled across the skin of the ship and in a horrible blast, that caused the bridge crew of the Fading Sun to shield their eyes, it was gone.
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Post by tagert on Sept 27, 2007 2:43:03 GMT
T.J. sat at the nav console on the main bridge. Fidgeting for the last 6 hrs, Tom was glad his shift was almost up. "Just because the ship isn't moving doesn't mean we don't need to be ready to move." Lt. Commander Hayes had told him "We have to have someone at the wheel at all times."
It was horrible. If Tom had been on the ship before this lock down he would have at least known somebody to text through the ships bulletin board, and even though Rigo was on the starbase that was starring him in the face, no communication were allowed to be transmitted in or out, unless you were an admiral. There was a Txt Msg on his board, it was an invite to the holodeck. The program was a ship sim an older ship, he looked at old star fleet ships on the library panel of the console. 'Constitution, not one of my faves but the refit version looked good, constellation that was a ship before it's time.' T.J. thought, looking at the four nacelles turned on there sides, made for going Really,really,fast(say it fast.) there was the Miranda, a fighting ship made for maneuvering, strafing runs and low profile, (hard to hit) Tom herd the computer chirp as the clock showed shift end, it was time to get something to eat.
The galley smelled of chicken, it was a good smell but TJ had eat chicken yester day he was thinking fish, a little croppie, deepfried with tartar sauce and green tomato relish for dipping hush puppies(say it like it's one word hutchpuppies). Tom sat down and stuck a napkin in his collar, he knew it could get messy. The meal was devoured and his stomach was full. Tom headed to the clothing replicator in his quarters, and got his starfleet red and black uniform of the period, and headed to the holodeck. As he entered, his knees buckled from the instant lurch of the deck as he arrived on the bridge of the holographic ship. The view screen had a Klingon bird of prey on it that was destroyed a moment after he saw it. The ship quit shaking, and Tom hit his comm badge, "Lt J'Varr, this is T.J. where can i meet you." he said not knowing what the lt. looked like.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 27, 2007 4:56:48 GMT
The ship quit shaking, and Tom hit his comm badge, "Lt J'Varr, this is T.J. where can i meet you." he said not knowing what the lt. looked like.
J'Varr had been rather close to the details with his outlay - he did not respond with a combadge. Rather, he grabbed a flip-top communicator from his chair, and opened it with a smooth, feline motion. "Meeroow...that is a rather silly question to ask.." He shut the communicator, turning his chair to face the aft turbolift of the bridge. He then stood with a smile.
The Lieutenant was dressed as a Captain and had the ranks displayed in his epetulet as was proper. He appeared much as though he were an anthropomorphized form of a snow leopard - a giant cat that stood upon two legs and spoke.
He sighed softly, mummering again in the fashion that he had before, "Welcome aboard the USS Fading Sun, Mr. Tagert. And it is a pleasure to meet you." His tail, which jutted from a hole sewn carefully into his pants, squirmed softly.
There was a smiled as he stepped off the bridge and into his ready room, holding up the door for TJ. As soon as he joined him the door slid shut, as was always typical of Starfleet vessels. The room was decorated with various credentials and books, as well as a model of the vessel they were on board.
T'Ress then smiled, "Murr...what do you think of the surroundings? It has taken me a good bit of time to develop this to every way I wanted it to. If it's not to your liking, I can have some change made. And I hope you do not find it foolish of me to invite you to the holodeck."
The engineer turned Captain then leaned back into his chair, "You are the helmsman, are you not? You must then be suffering from the same trouble I am...at least in part. Though I have an anger regarding that trial, I am an Engineer and thus it troubles me to sit still like this."
He peered around a bit as his ears twitched, "Did you care for anything to dine upon?" He moved over to the food synthesizer, which due to them being on the holodeck would less authentically produce replicated food made in the modern fashion rather than the less advanced 23rd century technology. Never the less the Caitian engineer ordered a plate of tuna - a meal fit for a beast such as him.
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Post by tagert on Sept 27, 2007 5:28:14 GMT
J'Varr did not respond with a combadge but a flip-top communicator from his chair, opening it with a smooth motion. "Meeroow...that is a rather silly question to ask.." He shut the communicator, turning his chair to face T.J. He then stood with a smile.
The Lieutenant was dressed as a Captain and had the ranks displayed in his epetulet as was proper. He appeared much as though he were an anthropomorphized form of a snow leopard - a giant cat that stood upon two legs and spoke.
He spoke in a low voice, "Welcome aboard the USS Fading Sun, Mr. Tagert. And it is a pleasure to meet you." His tail, stuck out the back of his pants."Thank you...sir." Tom said with a smile.
The cat-tain (ooc sorry but I had to) motioned for him to leave the bridge to his ready room. It was small only because of all the nick-naks inside the room. T.J. thought 'he sure has put alot of 'd-tail' (OOC Sorry again I cant help it I'll stop*wipes tear*) into this program.
"Murr...what do you think of the surroundings? It has taken me a good bit of time to develop this to every way I wanted it to. If it's not to your liking, I can have some change made. And I hope you do not find it foolish of me to invite you to the holodeck." The captain said all at once. "No no no. I'm glad to meet you, and very glad to have something to do. I think the detail is wonderful. you must have spent a lot of time on this."
The Captain leaned back in his chair, "You are the helmsman, are you not? You must then be suffering from the same trouble I am...at least in part. Though I have an anger regarding that trial, I am an Engineer and thus it troubles me to sit still like this." Tom replied with a smirk "yea, six hours making sure we are still in spacedock gets pretty monotonous."
"Did you care for anything to dine upon?" the Feline Captain said, as he ordered some tuna. "Thank ya sir. but I had some fish and huchpuppies earlier, and I'm prety well stuffed as it is." Tom reported with a slight okie accsent.
After that the ship rocked under both men in the way It had earlier. tag
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Post by Deleted on Sept 27, 2007 8:21:18 GMT
At Nathan’s whistle, Megan had momentarily forgotten that she was ignoring the Colonel and glanced over at him. He looked…like he certainly worked out a lot, and she felt her face turning red, although fortunately Colonel Stone's attention appeared to be on the doctor, since he was the one who whistled. As Freddy called out to Marshall asking him to jump in, the science officer quickly dove into the water forgoing her usual routine of diving off the starting blocks to try and somehow stop how strange she was feeling. Beginning to swim somewhat half-heartedly, Megan was surprised when Nathan suddenly pulled up alongside in the adjacent lane and suggested a race.
With a grin and a nod, her half-hearted strokes became strong ones, as her speed instantly increased and she flew past the doctor towards the wall. Tucking her body into the flip and pushing off the wall, Megan charged full speed across the length of the pool to tag the other wall forcefully out of habit, even though there was no sensing device or anyone watching to see who tagged first. As her body rebounded slightly off the wall, she turned to find that surprisingly enough, the doctor had kept up fairly well, and was only one or two strokes behind her.
As he resurfaced after also tagging the wall hard, Megan raised her eyebrow at him. “Not bad. Looks like you’ve had some experience swimming competitively as well, though perhaps not sprints.” she remarked with a grin.
Behind the doctor, Marshall had finished a leisurely lap and had come to a stop. Trying desperately not to look at him as he pulled himself out of the pool, grinned in their direction, and dove back into the water, Megan rolled her eyes as she now realized he was just trying to show off. As the Colonel surfaced from the dive, still grinning, the science officer decided he needed his ego taken down a notch.
“You just going to keep diving or are you actually going to swim?”
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Post by Zhukarak Hrisvalar on Sept 27, 2007 8:55:08 GMT
~Weekend recess…thank the stars!~ Zhukarak thought. He hadn’t appreciated his FO being grilled the way he was. Zhuk watched Matt storm out of there and he thought about following him to see if he could help, but now wasn’t the time. Matt needed some time to cool off in his own way.
Zhukarak ‘called’ for his friend… ~Theel’zhiin~ …and *poof* he appeared from ‘between’ as his firelizard settled on his master’s shoulder while crooning deeply. Zhuk raised one hand to pet the blue firelizard’s head as together they headed for the Captain’s quarters.
Matt and J’Varr had been released as there really was no place for them to go anyways. Zhuk had been very curious what J’Varr’s reasoning had been for his grand entrance that got him locked up in the first place. Theel’zhiin flew off Zhuk’s shoulders to land on his favorite spot on the couch. A green blinking light alerted Zhuk that there was a message on his holovid terminal. Taking a seat in front of it, Zhuk pushed the appropriate buttons causing the message to appear.
Colonel, this is your Chief Engineer reporting. I have to make a point that you rejected earlier what I addressed as an important testimony. However, I would still care for you to meet the entity as it is still thusly named. If you could be on the holodeck at your earliest convenience, I would gladly introduce you to this magnificent product of science. I am confident that you will agree that the entity is now a safe being and is both a great proof to our inability to control our actions as well as the said triumph.
Zhukarak couldn’t believe it. If it was true, he wondered why J’Varr was just now coming forth with this news, although he still had his doubts about the existence of this entity in the first place. There was only one thing to do…he had to go find out for himself. ~Theel’zhiin…come!~ Zhuk figured his guardian had been left alone enough as it was during these proceedings as they headed out the door.
Zhuk noted from the outside that a program was running, but he didn’t care enough to find out what kind it was. His antennae straightened stiff as the doors opened to reveal the bridge of an old Constellation Class vessel. J’Varr wasn’t on the bridge, but the Vulcan in the command chair quickly requested his presence as things were getting worse.
“Sound the Red Alert.”
Zhukarak watched the view screen as an old Klingon Bird of Prey was firing a volley from its phaser banks directly into their direction. He braced himself as the holodeck ship he found himself on rocked violently. Theel’zhiin raised his wings to keep his own balance. The ready room doors opened as ‘Captain’ J’Varr T’Ress took over command again.
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Post by stone on Sept 27, 2007 10:44:04 GMT
Marshall enjoyed getting out and diving back in. Unfortunately the only effect he was having was one from Doctor van Breughel, not from Garrett as he had hoped. He soon came to the realization that the good doctor enjoyed company from the male end of the spectrum. Marshall preferred to stick with the opposite sex himself, but he was still flattered. Smirking inwardly, he had recounted the few times when he had shacked up with aliens that hadn’t been exactly too gender specific, of course he didn’t realize this until later. Only a select few of his friends knew about this, and only those select few could get away with it too.
As Marshall was about to take another leap off the diving board he was pleasantly surprised as he heard a female voice challenge him. “You just going to keep diving or are you actually going to swim?” Marshall recognized the slight glint in her eyes, even if she didn’t realize it herself. His charm was slowly working after all, of course not just on her, but she was all that counted for him.
“If you’re challenging me to a swim like you just did with the doctor here, then you’re on. Considering what I just witnessed however, it’ll be on my terms.” He gave the two of them a wink before he dove in and swam in their directions. Marshall stayed under water not coming up for air until he was right in front of Garrett.
As he rose within a mere foot of her, he gave a big smile stating his terms to the two Jefferson crewmates. “First, I want to say this; I sense a little animosity towards me. Let me assure you that I have nothing personal against you. I was just doing my job and I’m neutral in the matter, no matter what the outcome may be. Now, the terms…it won’t be the breaststroke, but the butterfly instead. And you start in the water as I get to start from the blocks. Acceptable?”
He watched as her beautiful eyes got a little smaller while she was going through the terms in her mind. Her face lit up with a smile as she looked in the doctor’s direction indicating that she’ll accept. “You watch for the winner.” She told him.
Marshall took his queue as he brushed up against her to lean up on the side and ascend out of the water. The doctor kept his eyes firmly transposed on him as he prepared himself onto the starting block in the next lane. Nathan raised his hand to get the two swimmers into their respective starting positions. Quickly it dropped, splashing the surface of the pool for the start.
Marshall jumped into the water as he saw Garrett kick off from the wall. The leap gave him a decent body’s length head start when he resurfaced from the water. He could hear the little boy yelling “Go Megan, Go!” as he was bobbing up and down propelling himself forward with both of his arms at the same time. Since he was up front he had no idea where she was…not until he reached the wall at the other end. As he did his flip he barely caught sight of her touching the wall just behind him. She was no more than half a body length behind now.
Giving it all he had, he concentrated getting deeper breaths in while stroking harder with his arms and legs. He should have challenged her to fight under water instead of this, he thought. He was halfway back to the start when he noticed Garrett moving ahead of him. Damn she’s a strong swimmer. He had no more reserve left as she was pulling away.
Three more seconds went by and she had reached the wall almost a whole body length ahead of him. He finally touched it as he looked over to see a huge gloating grin upon her face. The little boy came over to hug and congratulate her. “Yay, you did it!” Marshall admitted defeat when it was warranted, as he swam over to her lane to offer his hand. “Congratulations. I’ll give it to you; you’re one heck of a swimmer. You’ve done this once or twice, haven’t you?” She simply winked at him letting him know that he was on to something.
Marshall rose out of the water and turned back, offering his hand to help Garrett out. She briefly looked at it, contemplating, but then decided it was okay. “I tell you what, just to show how much of a good sport I can be…how about we have dinner together.” He noticed her flush a little and sensed her insecurity about the situation when he quickly added, “Doctor, you’re welcome to join as well…of course.”
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Post by Deleted on Sept 27, 2007 11:47:47 GMT
The race had of course been won, although not as easily as Megan had made it look. She had been quite relieved when he’d said it wouldn’t be breast stroke, as that was her worse one, too slow for her taste. Butterfly, while not slow, was her second least favorite for the simple fact that it hurt her shoulders. She could pull it off when she had to but would cause a lot of pain. Starting a little behind hadn’t been a problem, but her shoulders were indeed killing her by the end of the race.
Freddy had been so cute, cheering her on and then giving her a big hug. Megan had politely accepted Marshall’s congratulations, quite pleased with herself considering she hadn’t actually raced butterfly in years. Resisting the urge to rub her aching shoulders, she had hesitated before accepting his offered hand to help her out of the pool, if only since it would hurt less than pulling herself out.
The invitation to dinner had completely freaked her out. Sure, she should have known it was coming, and maybe a part of her did, but the majority was completely thrown. Nathan had accepted the invitation almost instantly, but Marshall was looking at her, clearly waiting for her to respond. Megan wanted out. Her instincts were screaming at her to run, get out of there, but she couldn’t exactly do that.
“Actually, I have a lot of work that I need to do. It does seem to build up when you spend all day sitting in court.” Megan replied, ending with a slightly nervous laugh, which she quickly cut short once she realized what she was doing. Unfortunately for her, Freddy crossed over to her, a very sad look on his face.
“You won’t come have dinner with me?” the boy asked pouting slightly, his big, hazel eyes looking up at her, pleading with her. He almost looked like he was going to cry, which of course put Megan in a very uncomfortable position.
Kneeling down to try and comfort Freddy, who was clearly going to start crying if she said anything but yes, Megan glanced up at Stone, who almost appeared to be trying not to smirk. That bothered her, but still, she couldn’t exactly let Freddy cry. “Ok, I’ll come.” she finally agreed, clearly defeated.
As Freddy cheered up almost instantly and gave her another big hug, Megan swallowed nervously. These were the types of situations she bent over backwards trying to avoid, and here she was, agreeing to go to dinner with two guys, one a doctor, one…up to something. “And Freddy.” she reminded herself, trying to calm down. “Freddy will be there too.” That was the lifeline she would hold onto.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 27, 2007 12:49:36 GMT
Nathan had wanted to enter this little competition, even though he knew he wouldn't be any match to the science officer and the marine. Both were, undoubtedly, in better shape than he was and he hadn't done any competitive swimming since graduating from medical school. He watched as Stone climbed onto the block, while Megan readied herself near the edge of the pool in the next lane. After a few seconds, he flagged them to start then moved out of the way to give the competitors more room.
From the sideline, Freddy cheered the science officer on. Knowing Megan's feelings towards the marine by now, Nathan hoped the woman would win this little competition. However, he also knew that the woman was far too shy towards men and probably needed some help in being drawn out. He wasn't happy that his son was now being used in bribing Megan towards entering the dinner engagement. As Megan exited the water, Nathan noticed how she moved her arms rather stiffly, but chose not to comment on it. He understood by now how she felt about doctors, and he wasn't about to chase her away while she seemed to have some fun at last.
After the race, Nathan walked up to Stone and confronted him with the use of his son even though the marine hadn't ever mentioned the boy and even though Freddy had taken it upon himself to pout. The invitation, after all, had not included the boy. "Let's up the ante a little," he started. "You and Megan had your little race to get what you wanted. And I am quite certain you'd like to have dinner with her alone. I'm challenging you to a diving match." He pointed up to the middle ramp, which was situated about five meters above the water's surface. "Two dives, one somersault forward and one backwards," he stated, raising his voice so Megan could hear, "Miss Garrett will referee the dives. If I win, you will have breakfast with me tomorrow morning and Megan can leave your dinner party at any moment she pleases. If you win, you will have a solitary dinner engagement but we shall still have breakfast together." He saw Megan pale ever so slightly but he gave her a confident nod.
Nathan was an excellent diver, though his dives were restricted to the middle and high ramp and at max he could do a double somersault. He had never gotten around to learning more as his studies had taken up more and more of his time. Stone, after a brief deliberation, nodded and climbed up to the middle ramp, insisting he go first. The doctor was fairly confident he would win this one as Stone didn't strike him as a diver. He was built for speed, not grace. As expected, Stone's first dive wasn't too graceful, but not too bad either. The splash was minimal even if the sault was a little off.
The doctor climbed the ladder and walked towards the edge of the ramp. Using the ramp's natural bounce he set off into a double sault and streaked into the water, briefly touching the pool's bottom at the deep end. When he resurfaced, Stone was already up for his second jump, looking as confident as ever. However, his jump was uncontrolled and he didn't even come close to managing a backwards somersault. The marine twisted in midair to manage a graceful dive into the water, but he never made the sault.
Chuckling, Nathan climbed up again and positioned himself for the backwards somersault. The ramp was slippery at best, but Nathan was certain he would manage just fine. Just as he set off, he encountered a counter-bounce from the ramp he hadn't expected and he lost his balance. He managed half a somersault but failed to correct his misjudged jump and splashed hard and flat onto his back, connecting hard with surface of the water. Stunned, Nathan sank under water, unable to get his body to move in order with his mind's commands. The air was expelled from his lungs on connection and without air to provice buoyance, he sank even faster. The last thing he heard before going under was his son's scream of terror.
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