Zhukarak Hrisvalar
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Post by Zhukarak Hrisvalar on Sept 28, 2006 5:38:55 GMT
The Jefferson had made it back to Assailant. Zhukarak had given his report to Admiral Loskene, former CO of the Jefferson, and now temporarily CO of the starbase as Admiral Lin had been deemed medically unfit. Lieutenant Commanders Grace Mitchell and Alex Johnson were indeed at Section 47 headquarters and were not returning to the Nevada.
Grace, it seemed, had not fared well at all once Q brought her back here. She was ridden with guilt and simply broke down due to stress. Alex decided to serve elsewhere in hopes to not cross Q again, and Raleva was called back to the Federation Counseling Institute for more training.
Zhukarak was already preparing himself for new crewmembers, but he wasn’t sure when that might be. In the meantime, Admiral Loskene accepted Zhuk’s proposal of promoting Commander Matt Reynolds to the position of First Officer. At least that problem was solved.
Zhuk needed to make a visit to sickbay. Theel'zhiin came along and was perched on his shoulders. The doors swished open and it didn’t take Zhuk long to locate Doctors van Breughel and Keller. “Good day doctors. I came to see how Doctor van Breughel is faring, considering that he was an ancestor to his torturer.” Zhuk stood there with his hands clasped behind his back wondering if that Q timeline could very well be possible.
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Post by ambassadorrela on Sept 28, 2006 15:25:10 GMT
Rezula was glad to be back in the present. She didn't like having to deal with something she didn't know, whether it threatened the crew or not. She submitted her report to the Colonel, and then her shift was over. She realized it was time for a little relaxation.
Rez thought about getting in some target practise, but decided to do that later. It was time to explore the base a little, and find a good place for something sweet to drink.
It didn't take long for her to find it either, and once inside The Dustcloud Restaurant, Rez got a drink and sat down hoping to meet someone she didn't know. She also hoped to get to know her crew better, and hoped to see them as she relaxed.
~Maybe they can teach me a way to unwind that I haven't heard of. Different cultures is a good thing after all, looks like the Linquodo was wrong about that one. I wonder what else he taught me that was wrong. Time will tell.~ She thought trying to keep an open mind of her new surroundings.
Rez picked up a padd and started to read hoping she wouldn't be alone for long. She was right about that, and noticed a couple of shady characters coming her way. She sighed and hoped they passed by without stopping. It seemed that wasn't the case.
"Hey lookie here, we have a huge lizard sipping on something trying to look intelligent. We should show it the propper way of living. After all ma could use another pet," the large guy said, and she noticed a scar over his left eye.
"Look, I don't want any trouble. Why don't you two go see what your mother is doing, maybe she has something fun for you. Or better yet, station security might be missing you," Rez said not even looking up from her padd.
"Well lookie there, it can speak. Can you play dead and roll over too?" the younger looking one said. She didn't notice anything about him that would stand out, but she didn't care really. It seemed like her peace and quite was gone, and it wasn't coming back for a good while.
Someone came over quickly. "Are they bothering you?"
"They were just leaving, weren't you boys?" Rez said trying to warn them off a little. They didn't seem to take the hint, and chuckled instead.
"Naw, we're staying here til we get what we want. I bet ma would give u a nice collar and everything," the one with the scar said knocking her padd out of her hands. The second moved closer to the man who came to aid her.
"Last warning you two, then I might have to use my job skills, and I was hoping for a bit of a rest from them. I guarentee if you don't leave, you could end up in the brig," she said not liking her situation. They chuckled again, and she sighed realizing they weren't leaving.
"Okay I warned you," Rez said taking a sip of her drink, then putting it down she stood up and hit the one with the scar in the jaw while placing a kick into the gut of the other one. The younger one hit the deck and folded up in pain while the scared one got up and took a swing at her. She grabbed his arm.
"I could do you a favor and dislocate your shoulder or something and end it that way, but I think the doctors have enough to do. Are you ready to just go away now?" She said and he looked really mad. She sighed again, and put her hands around his neck. He laughed.
"You gonna kiss me?" He squirmed a little while she brought his face down to meet her knee. He hit the deck, and didn't get back up.
"There, a nice package for security. You are a security officer, right? I thought so. I am Cheif of Security for the Jefferson. I will go back to my drink and padd, and cause no trouble for you. If you need help with them I will assist, but I doubt you will. If you need to take me in, I understand," Rez said trying to cooperate in this matter.
"Yes, I am sorry, I will need to take you to the brig for now, until your commanding officer can vouch for you. If you will come with me," He said and she retrieved her padd, and only nodded. He called for some assistance and soon a couple of guards came and got the other two.
Rez sat in the brig with her padd reading until she could be released. ~I wonder what the Colonel will do when he hears of this.~ She thought, then continued to read.
"Peaceful creature that one, just don't get her upset," she heard her escort say then chuckle.
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Sept 28, 2006 16:24:04 GMT
It had been a long time since he had seen Starbase Assailant, and it still was a magnifiscent site to behold. Matt could clearly remember each time he had left dock with the Jefferson towards the unknown. Each time he had been more than happy to leave Assailant, but about a three months into a mission he would want to see it again.
Reaching Assailant always signified a change on the ship and this time it wasn't any different. Grace and Alex were leaving the Jefferson for personal reasons. Matt understood their decision, but it also saddened him. He was now the only senior officer who had actually served with Admiral Loskene.
"Makes me feel old," Matt said outloud forgetting that he was on the bridge filled with people. A few people smirked at his statement, but the people that knew him just laughed. He just gave everyone a look which just intensified the laughter on the bridge. "Yes okay, I talk to myself, so what?"
"Matt it's just kind of wierd," Kristin said with a chuckle.
"Well it's not as wierd as...." Matt started to say, but stopped when Colonel Hrisvalar walked onto the bridge and made his way towards the turbolift.
"What were you going to say?" Monica asked.
"Ah it doesn't matter," Matt said," Monica please get all senior reports from all departments and forward them to my office."
"Understood," Monica said not laughing anymore. One thing that Matt had hated as Ops chief was wait on all other departments to get there acts together.
~I think I may have to invite all the senior staff over for a get together~ Matt thought as he sat down in his chair and waited for his shift to be over.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2006 19:32:07 GMT
Nathan walked up to join Daran and Hrisvalar, a pained look crossing his face as he ran his uninjured hand through his straw-blonde hair that was now brandishing a few gray hairs. His other arm hung limply in a sling and was neatly bandaged as he had refused rapid treatment by dermal regenerator. These were scars he wished to have for life, to remind him of a future no longer real. "You mean I am an ancestor colonel," he piped in, "and I still don't understand it all. Why didn't we recognize eachother as being family? I've tried matching her genes to Freddie, as he's my only child, but the woman's DNA was traced to me but not through Freddie. And I can't fathom ever fathering a second child."
He blushed deeply. "I have no fancy for women," he finally confessed, "but if Q's future is real, then evidently I will have a second child. I do wonder what happened to the woman. Was she left behind in the brig or did she disappear?" The look on Zhuk's face told the human doctor that the woman had disappeared. "Too bad," he sighed, "I would've liked to know more about her, and her ideals. I no longer blame her for what she did to me, she did what she had to do to ensure her species' survival. The psychological wounds she inflicted will take time to heal, but I undetstand the motivation now."
He watched Leo walk into sickbay carrying S'harien on his arm. "Please excuse me, I have work to do."
Nathan had returned to limited duty on his own persistence, promising he would only look after the baby and aid the new father in caring for the infant. He would not yet take on new patients, and other patients had been turned over to the young nurse. She'd proven to be capable.
"Captain, how are you faring in your new role as father? Is little S'harien doing well?"
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Post by Zhukarak Hrisvalar on Oct 2, 2006 9:51:19 GMT
The Loriens had given the Jefferson the basic make-up of the assault rifle the marines had used for the rescue of Doctor van Breughel. With the help of Mr. Pudlo, Captain Potter and the marines were outfitted with a prototype of the weapon.
Zhukarak had been invited to take part in the testing in the shooting range. The rifle itself seemed to be very accurate, and Zhuk enjoyed the addition of this attached grenade launcher. A few well-placed grenade rounds brought a huge smile to his face.
He cleared, checked, and layed the weapon down on the table infront of him and strode over to where Leo was shooting. After his last round he did the same with his weapon, clearing and checking it. "So Captain, what do you think? Is this something we can submit to headquarters for implementation Starfleet wide?"
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Post by darankeller on Oct 2, 2006 16:26:56 GMT
Daran watched the interaction between the colonel and Dr. van Breughel quietly. Nathan seemed quite...emotional...about how things had gone during their latest mishap. Dr. Keller would offer some comfort and support to Nathan, but knew that he would have to come through it by himself. Daran would keep an eye on Nathan, and mention the situation to the ships' counsellor, if the need should arise.
However, the best thing for Nathan right now was probably to get his mind to other matters, and as things happen at times aboard starships, a task for Dr. van Breughel presented itself as Lt. Potter, carrying what was obviously the child from the pregnant Romulan female that had been found aboard, walked into Sickbay, accompanied by Nurse... Nathan excused himself and went over to find out how things were going, while Col. Hrisvalar nodded at Daran and left Sickbay.
Daran spent a few moments watching Nathan examine the child, then walked left started making his rounds. There were still some casualties from the little trip into the future that the Jefferson took left in Sickbay. Interestingly, there had been no deaths. Space combat usually involved loss of life, but not this time. Daran wondered if this 'Q' entity was involved with that at all. Having someone killed in the future could alter it, creating some kind of paradox. Daran shook his head. He had nearly failed the Temporal Causality class at the Academy. Time paradoxes gave him a headache at the best of times.
There were still a few of the crew in serious condition, but they were stable and the staff were doing well with them. He turned Sickbay over to Dr. D'Amato, then left. He had heard that these Galaxy class starships had a 10 Forward, a recreational area offering a spectacular view. Daran boarded a turbolift and headed there.
He arrived quickly and snagged an empty table which had a nice view of the forward ports. A server walked by and Daran ordered an Aldebaran whiskey. The doctor waited, staring out the viewport as the Jefferson suddenly came out of warp. He had never seen anything like it. His drink arrived and he took a cautious sip. It was pretty good. This was the synthahol version, but he'd had the real thing while out with some friends from the Academy. This stuff was smoother and lacked the kick of the real thing. Daran shrugged slightly. That was the way things went.
He continued to stare out the view port. A bright speck that he thought was a star was becoming brighter and larger. Daran watched as the speck resolved itself into the huge Starbase Assailant, which dwarfed even the large Sovereign class Jefferson. The bases' main doors opened slowly and the Jefferson made it's cautious way inside and docked at a gangway. Daran's magnificent view was lost to a starbase bulkhead. He sighed regretfully and finished his drink, then stood up and started walking to his quarters. He had never been aboard Assailant before. Perhaps he would go look around before their next mission started.
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Oct 2, 2006 19:00:45 GMT
The quiet empty corridors of the USS Jefferson were always a comfort to the ship's first officer. He knew that inside her walls he would be safe and that no harm would come to his loved ones. The ship had yet to fail him and he was grateful, but the young first officer began to have doubts. His friends, Alex and Grace, had decided that they could not deal with there experiences while on the Jefferson and he feared that others would follow their example. Fortunately for him he had yet to receive any transfer orders to take to the Colonel.
As he entered the gym he noticed that it too was empty, which was rather odd. It seemed that the crews experience with Q and the Loriens had caused people to want to get away from the Jefferson for a while. Maybe it was the fact that Matt didn't have to deal with the Loriens, that kept him on the ship.
As the hum of the treadmill filled the room, Matt couldn't help but think of there next mission. Hopefully headquarters would have the sense to keep them close to home. ~Maybe a nice diplomatic mission~ Matt thought as he raised the speed of the treadmill. As he thought about it he reconsidered since he remembered what happened on the last diplomatic mission that the Jefferson went on.
After fifteen minutes of running, Matt had begun to sweat pretty heavily. His arms were dripping sweat and he was pretty sure that the smell would even offend a Klingon. It had been rather a long time since he had actually worked out. It had actually been on the Jefferson with Kristin, the women who had secretly had a crush on since the day that had met.
~Your always here you know that,~ she had said so long ago. Matt had just laughed and continued working out. Little did he know that he wouldn't have another opportunity to do so until now. It was only seconds later that the Remans had attacked kept.
"I see someone is back to there old ways," Kristin said as she took the workout machine next to him. She was about to start the machine when she stopped smelled the air and moved over away from Matt. "You do know that you smell bad right?"
"Yes, but you won't be smelling to wonderful in a few minutes either," Matt countered as he stopped running and went to the free weights.
"I'm a lady we always smell nice," she smirked as she began her routine. Matt couldn't help but snort a laugh. He could easily remember his time at the Academy where the girls worked out more fiercely than the guys. After a while you couldn't help but run away.
"If you say so," Matt responded looking at her through the mirror. He was sure that she didn't know that he was staring, but then again he was never sure when it came to women. The only real relationship Matt ever had was with Rin Damis, an Ambassador who had served on the Jefferson. Because of personal issues she had been recalled to Trill and there relationship had ended.
"Matt you know that Monica can't wait for you to share with us your experiences on the Raven," Kristin said as she caught him staring at her, which surprisingly caused her to smile.
"Um...oh... right," Matt said embarrassed that he had been caught," I did promise her didn't I." Matt clearly remembered the day that he had left the Jefferson. He wouldn't admit it, but he had shed a tear or two when he had to say goodbye to everyone. Monica his faithful second had made sure to set up a party for him before he left.
For some reason the two didn't continue to speak to each other. Matt could see that Kristin was now completely concentrated on her work out, and Matt was almost complete with his. As he put the weights back on the rack he couldn't help but steal another stare at Kristin. ~Maybe I should ask her out?~ Matt thought.
"Maybe you should," Kristin said as she stopped running.
"How, how did you...," Matt asked still surprised, but mostly embarrassed.
"Commander Reynolds, I would of thought that you knew," Kristin said smiling," I'm half Betazoid and your thoughts were pretty easy to pick up."
"Oh yeah I forgot," Matt said laughing at his forgetfulness," well what do you say Friday night 2000 hours?"
"Ok," Kristin responded as he began the treadmill again which prompted Matt to quietly and without thinking walk out the gym.
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Post by ambassadorrela on Oct 3, 2006 6:30:07 GMT
Rez put the padd down and got up to stretch. She wondered where everyone was, and shook her head hoping the colonel hadn't decided this was her punishment. She didn't mind being there, but she had envisioned her leave much differently.
~Why oh why do these things have to happen to me? I didn't ask for a fight, and I didn't ask for that jerk's attention. I got both though. At least they put the idiot squad in another cell. I'd hate to see what would happen if they were put in her with me.~ Rezula thought wishing someone would come and allow her to be free again to explore ways to actually enjoy the little time she had before the next mission.
Rez laid down on the bed, and closed her eyes envisioning her homeworld.
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Post by Zhukarak Hrisvalar on Oct 3, 2006 8:09:49 GMT
Leo had seemed quite pleased with the weapons. Zhukarak decided that they would use them for a test run before submitting the specs to Starfleet Command. Then he figured that there was someone else that should test them out as well, he excused himself and left the range.
Zhuk remembered the report that had come across his desk earlier, that was why he had let her sit for awhile. His CTSO, Rezula, had struck the first punch and he was letting her stew for a bit. He almost felt like he was back with a marine contingent, there he could expect such a behavior, but not here, not from her.
He had finally made his way through the starbase and arrived at the brig. A young lieutenant verified that Rezula was there and allowed for Zhuk to vouch for her. Zhuk decided to go retrieve Rezula from her cell himself as he needed to face her about this.
When Zhukarak approached the forcefield and was within Rezula's eyesight, she sat up on her bunk. The forcefield lowered and Zhuk entered. He didn't relish what he needed to do as he thought his tough attitude marine days were over, but the situation warranted it.
"Stand at attention, Commander!" Rezula rose immediately with a bit of surprise on her face.
Zhuk stood directly infront of her as he started speaking with his raised tone of voice. "You are a security officer. In fact, you are my Chief of Security. Of all crewmembers, you would be the last one that I would expect to find in the brig as you should be aware of what constitutes a fight and how to avoid them."
He took a moment to let it sink in. "Above all of that, you can't even claim self-defence as you did not wait for the others to even try to strike the first blow. No, the first blow had to come from you!"
Zhukarak turned to face away from her and paced the confines of the cell for a moment. Theel'zhiin had popped in from 'between' and was now sitting on the bunk behind Rezula. Zhuk could feel the anxiety that Theel'zhiin was relaying from Rezula. He knew he was getting to her.
"You have been released under my care, and I have an assignement for you. I want you to return to the Jefferson, see Captain Potter and evaluate the new rifles that he has. Give me a full report by tomorrow and I'll consider releasing you for the rest of our R&R stay. If you have nothing to add, you are dismissed."
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Oct 4, 2006 4:56:05 GMT
There was one person on the USS Jefferson that should never be left alone and that person's name was Caleb Linden Reynolds. It was hard to believe that it was almost a year ago that the Jefferson rescued 2500 people from Loskene's Cloud. In that short time Caleb had come to rival Matt's mischievousness as a child. None of this reached the ears of the captain, but he was sure that it was only time before Caleb's curiosity would get him in trouble. Matt had long ago realized that he couldn't punish Caleb if he wanted to. It didn't mean that he would allow the nine year old to run wild, but for the most part he was free to experience new things, which he did at every opportunity.
"What are you studying now?" Matt asked as he entered their quarters. He could never get used to seeing a kid wanting to learn.
"Warpfield mechanics," Caleb said as he set the padd down and looked at Matt. For the first time, Matt understood when Q had called Caleb a special boy.
"Why are reading that?" Matt asked as he picked up the padd and looked at it. Matt was proficient in warpfield mechanics but even he was having a hard time understanding what Caleb had just been reading.
"I don't know, just want to know stuff," Caleb responded as he turned on the television. ~Just want to know stuff~ Matt thought,~that's the simplest answer if there ever was~
"Computer are there any messages for me?" Matt asked as he headed into the bathroom. The smell of sweat was starting to bother him now.
"Affirmative, there are three messages."
"From who?" Matt asked.
"Captain Kristie Reynolds of the USS Hood.... Commander Jason Reynolds of the USS Hanson.... General Mazok of the Klingon Empire"
Matt groaned realizing that Caleb had already notified his family and friends. He was pleased that Caleb contacted Mazok, it seemed that his time on the Raven had ridden his distrust of Klingons completely. He would read them later, but for now he would shower and hopefully meditate a little and continue to rehab his legs.
"Hey dad don't forget to feed Zelda," Caleb said as he picked up another padd and began to read.
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Post by darankeller on Oct 6, 2006 13:03:36 GMT
Daran stood at the end of the Main Gangway leading to the USS Jefferson, nervously fingered the medical kit he had slung over his shoulder and looked around. All he could see were moving throngs of people, some boarding the ship, some exiting the ship and some just walking by. Security on the gangway was in full force, making sure that no unauthorized personel managed to get aboard.
Just as dizzying as the number of beings was the variety. Human, Vulcans, Klingons, Arcturians, Ferengi and dozens of other races were passing by, several of which he didn't even recognize. Many of them jostled him as they passed. Daran decided to move over to the bulkhead, just to try to get out of the way. He put his back to the comforting cool of the wall and looked at the gangway of the Jefferson. Going back to his quarters and reading a medical journal seemed much more inviting than wandering around the immense station, but he had been on the ship for a while. Hardening his resolve, Dr. Keller turned his back on the Jefferson and marched deeper into Starbase Assailant.
It took him almost a half hour to find a turbolift, and once he was aboard one, he had no idea where to go. He was on Deck 11. A Ferengi who boarded with him requested Deck 61. Having nothing better to do, Daran decided that was as good a destination as any.
Daran stepped off behind the Ferengi, then went in the opposite direction to avoid any misunderstandings. That race could be paranoid at time. He turned the corner and he sucked a large breath in in surprise. If he thought the gangway to the ship had been busy, this area was much, much worse. He couldn't recall having seen so many people in one place at one time. The throng seemed to never end.
He regretted leaving his nice quiet cabin, but he was here now. The CMO stepped purposefully into the crowd and started making his way through, trying to examine the many shops and stores that were on the edge of the Arcade. There was an extremely wide assortment of...everything. And too much for him to even guess what a lot of it was for.
After walking for about an hour, Daran thought that finding a place to sit and eat would be a pretty good idea. As the thought occurred to him, he noticed a sign along one wall. "Nebula Coffee Shop" it said.
Shrugging, Daran cut his way through the crowed and entered. It was reasonably quiet on the inside and not overly crowded. As he looked around, two humans left a table which overlooked the Arcade and Daran quickly walked over, placed his meidcal kit on a chair, sat down and picked up a menu PADD that was sitting there. A Bajoran waiter came over, cleared off the table and said "What would you like?"
Daran ordered an Arcturian coffee and something to eat. The waiter nodded and left, but quickly came back with the coffee. The doctor took an appreciative sip. It was quite good. Then he looked out over the slowly moving throng of humanoids. He still couldn't get over seeing them all.
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Post by darankeller on Oct 6, 2006 14:59:29 GMT
OOC: Hi everyone. Sorry for double posting. I'm not sure where my brain is trying to go with this story, but it sure is taking a long time.
Daran sat and stared at the passing crowds from his table at the Nebula Cafe.
"It's almost hypnotic, isn't it? a male voice said from beside him.
Daran looked over to see a tall, humanoid figure dressed in a long, white robe. He had a unusual configuration of skull and nasal bones. Daran tried to remember what race he was. "It can be," he replied, trying to pick up some time as he thought. "It's much more confusing to be out in the middle of it."
"Yes" the man replied. "The restaurant is out of tables. Do you mind if I join you?"
Daran looked around. All of the seats were indeed full, and there were a number of people who had to stand. "Sure" he said, and watched as he took the other seat. As he sat, a light went on in Daran's head. "You're a Ullian, aren't you?"
The man looked a little taken aback. "Yes. I'm surprised you realized it. There aren't many of us in Federation space."
Daran shrugged. "I'm a doctor aboard a Federation starship. We're required to study the physiology of many races, including yours." The waiter suddenly walked up and delivered Daran's food, which he started to eat.
The Ullian nodded. "My name is Landar Vivek, Ullian Diplomatic Corps."
"Dr. Daran Keller, CMO of the USS Jefferson" Daran replied, trying not to talk with his mouth full.
Landar looked curiously at Daran's rank insignia. "You seem awfully...young to be a chief medical officer of a Sovreign class vessel."
Daran looked back at him and shrugged. "I've been hearing that." Then he thought about the statement and a puzzled look crossed his face. "How did you know the Jefferson was a Sovreign class?"
"I'm a Ullian. We have telepathic abilities, and that ship is at the forefront of your thoughts right now. We try hard not to invade the thoughts of others, but you are broadcasting strongly" Landar said apologetically.
Daran sighed and took another bite of his meal. That figured. "What are you doing so far from your homeworld?" he asked.
"I'm part of a diplomatic delegation. We are negotiating to collect the memories of the Bolians and are on our way to their homeworld" the Ullian explained. The man glanced at Daran's medical kit, then looked at the doctor inquisitively. "Do you believe in fate, Dr. Keller?"
Daran raised his eyebrows in surprise. "The concept that everything happens for a reason? I've never really thought about it, I guess."
Landar smiled. "I have studied the history of many worlds, and it astonishes me sometimes the way things work out. There are many horrors, but many more happy endings. The Ullian delegation has a medical problem that for a number of reasons, we have been unable to deal with. I think that our meeting here has allowed me to find a solution. Will you accompany me?"
Daran sat back and thought. He knew that the Ullians were an extremely peaceful people, and he was on a Federation space station. However, caution was warranted. He pulled out a tricorder out of his kit and checked Landar. He was a Ullian and wasn't armed. Landar smiled calmly as he was checked. Daran then logged into the Assailant's personel database and verified his readings. There was a Ullian diplomatic delegation aboard and Landar Vivek was a member. They had quarters on Deck 45.
Satisfied, he put his tricorder away, picked up his medical kit and nodded. Landar smiled happily and pulled a small comm link out of a hidden pocket. "This is Landar Vivek, Ambassador, Ullian Diplomatic Delegation to Assailant Transporter Room 17. Please transport myself and Lt. Daran Keller of the USS Jefferson to the Ullian Quarters on Deck 45." Landar received an acknowledgement and the two of them disappeared from the Nebula Cafe. Their table was quickly taken.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 9, 2006 18:08:35 GMT
Nathan was glad when his shift finally was over and he rushed back to his quarters. "Finally some time alone," he sighed, knowing Freddy wouldn't be home from school for a few hours still. He wasn't too happy with the fact that Daran was keeping tabs on him, often hovering a little too close for Nathan's personal comfort.
He liked Daran, there was no question about that, and he respected the man's enthusiasm for his profession, but that didn't mean he had to keep keep a constant eye on him. Nathan was both professional and adult enough to know his own limits...or so he assumed.
He sagged down on his couch, immediately covered by two mewing kittens who dug their tiny claws painfully into his skin as they vied for his attention. Tibbe crawled onto his chest, licking his cheek while Sox rubbed her head on his arm. Nathan petted both felines then picked them up and set them aside. He wanted a few moments alone to gather his thoughts.
Nathan was still suffering from sleepless nights as the events of his abduction went through his mind. He vividly remembered the terror he had experienced and there was no-one he could talk to about it. Well that wasn't quite true, there was a counselor available on Starbase Assaillant. The birdlike one who apparently had missed her ride aboard the Tiger Shark, and the previous Tiger Shark first officer, who had been somewhat disgraced as a command track officer.
The latter also had a young daughter, and like himself seemed to be a single father. Yet, though he knew he should go talk to a counselor, and actually needed to do so, he didn't feel like spilling his most private thoughts and expriences to a complete stranger.
As the kittens had crawled up to him again, he sighed, picked them both up and gave them a hug. Much to their displeasure as he ended up with a clawmark on his cheek from Sox, and one on his hand from Tibbe. "Ungrateful wretches," he cursed under his breath as he set them both down again.
Finally, he sighed again as he rose from the couch, having decided who to talk to. "Computer, locate Colonel Hrisvalar."
=^=Colonel Hrisvalar is in his quarters=^=
"Obviously."
=^=Please restate your request=^=
Nathan scowled at the computer as he left his quarters in search for his commanding officer. Locating the colonel's quarters with ease, he knocked on the door and with unease waited for his response. Nathan's initial thought was just to bolt and return to his quarters where he felt safe. Instead, the Andorian marine called him in. "Could I have a word with you please?" Nathan asked, nervously, "it's about my abduction..and I think you're the only one I can turn to."
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Matthew Reynolds
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"It's good to have an end to a journey towards; but it is the journey that matters in the end."
Registered: Apr 28, 2005 20:58:32 GMT
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Oct 9, 2006 21:19:10 GMT
Kristin's Hope POV
It had only been the second time that she had been left in command of the night shift. Lieutenant Commander Greg Hayes the Beta shift leader had pushed in for a transfer yesterday Which meant that she would be doing the graveyard shift for a while. Normally she would of complanined, but now that she was pushing for command track, she knew that this would be great experience. Furthermore it would give her the opportunity to relax.
She would not say that bad things never happened during the night shift, but the senior staff were always a few seconds away. Which meant that if she ran into a problem she could just contact one of them.
"This means that I'm going to have to change my date with Matt," Kristin said making sure that no one heard her. There would be no point to have a date if it was only going to last an hour. ~I could move it up earlier~ Kristin thought as a smile escaped her.
"Lt. Hope we recieving a priority message from Assailant," the night shift ops officer reported," it's for Colonel Hrisvalar."
=^=Captain, there is an important message for you from Assailant=^=
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