Zhukarak Hrisvalar
Brigadier
Just when you think you know me...
Registered: Jul 26, 2004 0:07:11 GMT
Posts: 1,746
|
Post by Zhukarak Hrisvalar on Oct 26, 2007 10:05:18 GMT
The events of the trial had truly been taxing on everyone aboard the USS Jefferson. Zhukarak felt bad for the outcome, responsible as they were his people. His science officer slapped on the wrist with a few days confinement, but his Senior Marine Officer got the brunt of it. Cyle was stripped of his commission as an officer, he wasn’t even the Senior Non-Com Officer.
Zhuk was finishing his reports in the comfort of his quarters. Theel’zhiin sat lazily in his lap, half turned over as Zhuk was petting him underneath his wings. A few new personnel had been transferred to the ‘J’, one their Chief Counselor. Normally he would have met her by now, but this time around he was making it a point not to. He had seen her record, she was no rookie. With the advent of the trial, Zhuk just knew that she was going to try to focus in on him and his emotions over it. He was not ready for that. If Grace would have still been here he would have confided in her, but not this total stranger…not yet.
The door alert announced someone from the other side. Zhukarak looked at the time as Theel’zhiin cocked his head in the door’s direction. No internal alarms went off from his loyal friend, not that he expected any, but he wasn’t expecting company either. Zhuk allowed access to the visitor. “Enter.”
<Tag to the first person to visit.>
|
|
Matthew Reynolds
Rear Admiral
"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
Posts: 2,759
|
Post by Matthew Reynolds on Oct 26, 2007 19:08:55 GMT
The events of the trial taxed everyone to the limit, but it seemed that they had come out of it stronger than ever. As the lockdown was lifted, the mood on the Jefferson had begun to turn. The marine detachment was another matter, but they knew better than to publicly express their displeasure at Cyle's sentencing. He would need to speak to Carrera about the situation. He would not antagonize anyone, but the Marines needed to understand that they had a new superior officer which at the moment was the Sergeant Major.
"Commander, there will be no problem," Carrera replied," we are marines, we follow orders."
"Sgt. Major, I'm not questioning your ethics and morals as marines, but I also know that you are loyal to your superior officers. I need to know that when the time comes you will be leading the marines, not 1st Sgt. Johnson."
"The chain of command will be respected at all times," Carrera replied," with that be all?"
"Yes Sgt. Major," Matt replied as he excused the marine. As the marine left Matt's office, he took the little bit of free time he had to have a nice hot cup of soup. He knew that the Jefferson would soon be called into action again. The events that had just happened on Assailant made sure of that. Admiral Lin would brief Zhukarak shortly, which meant that he wouldn't be able to do this for a while.
=^=Commander Matthew Reynolds, please meet me on Starbase Assailant in fifteen minutes. We have something to discuss=^=
=^=Understood sir=^=
Matt had been a bit perplexed about being called to Assailant, but when he found out the reason he couldn't be happier. He knew everyone would be surprised especially the recipient.
"Please follow me sir," Matt said as he led them towards Zhukarak's quarters. Once they arrived, Matt asked for entry which was soon given. He slowly walked in followed by Admiral Magellan Lin.
(Magellan and Zhuk)
|
|
Deleted
Registered: Apr 19, 2024 21:58:57 GMT
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2007 14:43:58 GMT
Cyle's mood had noticably changed after the trail. Spending 15 days in the brig, as he had asked, had taken more out of him then he thought it would. This being the first time he had worn his NCO uniform, with his current rank of 1st Sergeant, he was a little worried about how the marines would act, but he knew someone would have talked to them already, either Reynolds, or Zhuk. When he entered the office to start his shift, he didnt bother looking around at all the faces looking back at him. He walked straight up to Sergeant Major Carrera, stood at attention and reported in. "Sir, 1st Sergeant Cyle Johnson reporting for duty" Carrera turned around and looked at Cyle. "You know Johnson, your whole idea about respect being more important than rank. I kinda like it. While we are inside this office, you dont report to anyone except yourself, understand" Cyle nodded his head, knowing it was pointless to argue. "I now i am in charge now, but ill count on you to give me hand at times." again Cyle nodded and they soon got to work. Cyle was amazed that he had actually forgotten about most of the work his former subordinates did, this was actually a good experience for him.
|
|
Magellan Lin
Fleet Admiral
Registered: Apr 28, 2003 16:06:54 GMT
Posts: 2,338
|
Post by Magellan Lin on Oct 27, 2007 17:34:09 GMT
"No don't get up" Magellan urged as the Andorian began to leap to his feet with a cursory glance of puzzlement at Matt,
"Then please sit Sir" He offered,
"Thankyou"
Magellan took a seat in the second armchair whilst Matt perched himself on the edge of the couch.
"To what do I owe the pleasure. A visit from the Fleet Commander is somewhat ominous. Mr Reynolds attempting to take over my ship?"
Magellan smiled, "Not at all, though I m sure he could cope. I m here for two reason mainly. Firstly I m afraid it is a complaint"
"A complaint" Zhukarak exclaimed his antennae curling in indignation, "About me? From who?"
Magellan waved Zhuk to silence, "It is a complaint I can see is well founded, your uniform is incorrect."
"Incorrect?" Zhukarak spluttered looking down at his attire, his jacket was on the chair but he was off duty, "I don't..."
"Its alright Colonel." Magellan reassured his smile widening, "Its not your fault. You need to replace those with these" he continued holding out a small box and pointing to his collar, "Congratulations Brigadier Hrisvalar. Fleet Operations has finally seen the light and approved your promotion to full Brigadier."
"Congratulations Sir" Matt added,
TAG Zhuk and Matt
"Ah yes the second thing. That is much more serious, and this time I mean it. The Colonial War is threatening to draw the federation in. The Klingons and Tholians have been going at each other hammer and tongs but with federation space between them it is nigh on impossible for either side to achieve any measure of victory. The Klingons are tired of the stalemate and the Federations insistence it remains neutral. They tried to force our hands. They sabotaged a shuttle and tried to frame the Tholians. They hoped it would galvanise us into backing them, unfortunatly the shuttle was also carrying the Debrune Holy Child. The only person that had united them and kept them on our good side. He was killed. Now the Debrune are demanding retribution from us and the Klingons. We are attempting mediation at the moment, but you need to make your squadron aware of the political situation in the Sector. That and that the Romulans are trying to take advantage of all the situations. Be careful Brigadier. I ll have specific orders for you in a shortwhile. Until then enjoy yourselves and think of me as I get drawn into yet more rounds of diplomatic talks" Magellan sighed, "I ll leave you to your ship gentleman. Congratulations again Brigadier and perhaps next time we meet there will be better news."
TAG Zhuk and MAtt
|
|
Deleted
Registered: Apr 19, 2024 21:58:57 GMT
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2007 20:35:08 GMT
Two whole weeks had passed since the trial, and to Nathan nothing seemed to have changed. People went about their duties as usual and even though the ship was docked at Assaillant, patients still came to him with all their injuries and ailments.
In one of the old medical logs, Nathan had found a request from one of his predecessors about restricting the change of safety settings on the holodeck as far too many people had wound up injured by changing the settings to an unsafe level. Now that Nathan had suffered several of such patients himself, he started to see the value of the request and he forwarded it to Hrisvalar once more for review.
Leaning back, he reviewed the scheduled appointments for the day, then informed Hannah to prep the surgery unit for Ensign Conrad Preston was scheduled for surgery on his left scapula, after the young man had managed to fracture it during a holodeck exercise and puncture his lung in the process. How he'd managed it, Nathan still hadn't figured out, but that was fairly beside the point. The ensign did prove the point of the safety setting restriction.
Absentmindedly, he stroked his cat as he continued reading and eventually nodded off. With little Freddy suffering a bad cold, it was keeping the doctor on his feet for nights and out of his sleep. He took little naps whenever he could to catch up and be alert enough for emergencies.
He started when he heard the bark of what sounded to be a big dog and jumped to his feet, closing the door to his office. One of his nurses had taken to taking her dog to sickbay, locking him in one of the vacant wards. Nathan still hadn't worked up the courage to speak to the nurse in question, espcially not with the dog being very territorial. The doctor knew there were more dogs than just this one on the Jefferson, but the nurse's dog was one of the biggest sort around and it gave him the shivers.
Wiping the palms of his hands on his coat, he sneaked a look out of his office, then ducked back when the nurse went past. "I hate dogs," Nathan murmured to himself as he waited for the dog to disappear from his view.
|
|
Matthew Reynolds
Rear Admiral
"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
Posts: 2,759
|
Post by Matthew Reynolds on Oct 31, 2007 6:48:02 GMT
"Congratulations Brigadier Hrisvalar. Fleet Operations has finally seen the light and approved your promotion to full Brigadier."
"Congrulations sir," Matt said glad he no longer needed to supress his smile. When Admiral Lin at informed him of the promotion he couldn't help but be a bit sckeptical. Zhukarak had only a few days ago been cleared of all charges concerning his command choices. Then again he did remember Commodore Parker informing them all that Zhukarak was an exemplary commanding officer and Matt couldn't agree more. It also helped that Fleet Admiral Lin agreed with him as well. "They've made the best choice."
(Zhuk)
Cliche as it may be it seemed; good news was always followed by some really crappy news. Lin began to breifly inform both of them the current state of the Colonial War. Things were beginning to unravel which could only lead to a Federation involved war.
"I ll leave you to your ship gentleman. Congratulations again Brigadier and perhaps next time we meet there will be better news."
After a rather quick salute and thank you, Matt turned to now Brigadier Hrisvalar.
"I'll have a full report on the Colonial report for you before the end of the week," Matt said as he eased up a bit," if that is all sir, I'll get to work."
(Zhuk)
|
|
Zhukarak Hrisvalar
Brigadier
Just when you think you know me...
Registered: Jul 26, 2004 0:07:11 GMT
Posts: 1,746
|
Post by Zhukarak Hrisvalar on Oct 31, 2007 10:02:33 GMT
Zhukarak had been mildly surprised by the Admiral’s visit. The surprise was more of his promotion than anything else. He graciously accepted his new rank, a pin-on consisting of a star within a square.
Admiral Lin soon left after his quick recital of the local politics. An ominous feeling was left behind. Matt made his congratulations before promising to have a more thorough report of the situation, and then left himself to get to it.
***A Week Later***
Zhukarak looked at the communiqué from the Admiral. He felt a sense of excitement go through his body. It was exactly what he and his crew needed, they were going to get away from this base and the days of the trial would be put further behind them.
“Matt, have all senior staff assemble in the conference room right away. We’re going for a little trip. Oh…have Sergeant Major Carrera there too as he is our Senior Marine Officer.”
“Yes sir!”
Zhukarak was rereading the orders once more before he left to give his briefing.
|
|
Matthew Reynolds
Rear Admiral
"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
Posts: 2,759
|
Post by Matthew Reynolds on Nov 1, 2007 5:10:52 GMT
The previous week had provided Matt time to spend with his fast-growing son. It had only been a few days ago, that he had noticed how much he had actually grown. At ten years of age he was already five feet and three inches tall. It had also dawned on him that he had never really asked Caleb about his parents or sibilings. He only knew that they had died in the Great War on his former planet. Matt had only thought about this once before when Q had informed him that Caleb was special. As he pushed these thoughts aside he couldn't help but think about the life he was providing for his son. The Jefferson was a wonderful home, but it was extremely dangerous for someone so young. He had taken provisions in providing for his saftey, but he knew that all the safeguards in the universe wouldn't protect him a hundred percent of the time. The intel that he had been provided expanded his fears tenfold.
When he heard of T'Val and Tedak's sons death he had been horrified at the injustice of it all. He had mean D'Beren when his parents served on the Jefferson. He was indeed a very special child who deservered the chance at life. Matt intended to express his sympathy towards his former collegues, but he honestly didn't know what he could say that would diminish the pain that they felt.
"Why are you crying?" Caleb asked as he entered the living area of thier quarters.
"Someone I knew was killed recently, he was around your age," Matt said as looked at his son.
"How did he die?" Caleb asked sitting down next to Matt.
"His shuttle was fired upon and it was destroyed," Matt replied realizing that he was really crying because it could easily be his own son.
"Is he in the Divine Treasury?" Caleb asked.
"Divne Treasury?" Matt asked confused.
"We're learning about Alpha quadrant religions in class," Caleb replied.
"I don't know much about Debrune beliefs," Matt said," all I know is that he didn't suffer when he died, but lets not talk about this. I've finished my report for the Brigadier and I have some free time."
"Let's go skiing!" Caleb said with glee," we haven't done that in a long time."
"Alright, go get your gear ready," Matt said glad that the current conversation was now over.
|
|
tamara
Guest
Registered: Apr 19, 2024 21:58:57 GMT
|
Post by tamara on Nov 1, 2007 13:38:14 GMT
Tamara had to admit that she did not enjoy the feeling of undocking from the space station. The inertial dampers kept things relatively smooth, but while they were adjusting to suppress the impact, there was still some minor jolts.
It was just a few hours earlier that she was in the mess, trying to find something to do. Security had required that she leave for thirty minutes while they ensured her files were scrubbed clean of secret data - data collected prior to the trial, most likely. While she wasn't present for most of the trial, Doctor De Silva was. Who knows if she was involved in this or not. Everyone was so tight-lipped about everything. They were expected to be.
Which posed a possible dilemma for Tamara. Suppose someone needed to talk to her about their problems. The Caitian, J'Varr was his name, had expressed interest in perhaps needing some sort of counseling. She would have to show to Starfleet a need-to-know in order to treat him. The idea of filling out the figurative 'paper' work for that was not comforting. The chocolate cake she was eating, of which she became accustomed to ordering when bored, fell to the ground. If it weren't for that boy introducing her to the replicators, she could probably be five pounds lighter.
The chatter on the ship significantly increased now that impending doom wasn't looming over them in the form of a court marshall. It was a much more pleasant place. The next mission sounded interesting, from what she overheard from crewmembers talking about in passing. They hadn't been formally briefed yet, so she took what they said with a grain of salt.
An altogether new thought popped into her head. "We are on the flagship of the Beta Squadron." The fact that they were going to be posturing themselves in such a way that could influence major power shifts in the sector was intriguing, if not daunting. It wasn't the first time she had counseled important figures in the federation, but it was the first time that so many were
She flipped the pages in Freddy Van Breughel's file. The tone she assigned to her inner voice while reading them was dull, and objective. There was nothing in these reports except data, with only a few small observances. There was no more information there than she already knew of.
The counselor closed the file and placed it back into the bag she was carrying, finished her cake before getting up to return to her office.
|
|
Deleted
Registered: Apr 19, 2024 21:58:57 GMT
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2007 18:41:41 GMT
Tamara had to admit that she did not enjoy the feeling of undocking from the space station. The inertial dampers kept things relatively smooth, but while they were adjusting to suppress the impact, there was still some minor jolts.
J'Varr did not, on the other paw, find the leaving of space dock to be uneasy. Rather, he, in preparation, walked the ship.
A tradition that had seemingly started when vessels were still only at sea, Chief Engineers had walked from the Bridge down through the lowest points of the vessel when the last moments of being tied up in dock occurred.
Looking about him with a beam of pride upon his maw, it was clear that there was room in J'Varr's heart for only one love:
his ship.
As engineer, to him, the actual vessel was clearly his property. Sure, the commanding officer had the loyalty of the crew; however, the Caitian had the loyalty of the physical machinery.
As the 'technician's euphoria' finally ran out, his PADD signified in a tone that it was time for him to attend to the facilities provisioned by Tamara. With his playfully arrogance totally out of his system, he went for a turbolift, requesting the deck upon which her office upon it.
Upon exiting the turbolift car, he had noticed that he had arrived several moments early, and therefore he stood outside the aforementioned room with a bit of a soft purr. Considering what he was going to discuss, he looked down back at the PADD with a bit of a dour condition. There was his wonder whether he was truly good, if he had been a horrible crewman, if anyone had any respect left for him, if he had any friends left, and most importantly...had he taken science beyond it's ethical boundaries?
Ever since the original creation of the entity, he had been asking himself that question in the back of his mind. There were of course countless discoveries by people on a thousand worlds that were, at their time, considered mad men. However, many times that had been proven right in their convictions. On the other hand, history is littered too with many that had taken science too far: the mad scientists, the eugenicists.
Which one had T'Ress been?
|
|
Deleted
Registered: Apr 19, 2024 21:58:57 GMT
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2007 11:13:22 GMT
A knock on the door of his office made Nathan look up, only to see Hannah waiting with a look of surprise on her face. "Computer unlock door," he ordered, sliding his work to the side. "What can I do for you Hannah?"
"Why is your office door locked?" the chief nurse queried as she placed the new duty roster on his desk. A furry blur shot past her and dove over the desk, knocking both nathan and his seat over. She heard the doctor help in surprise, and if she wasn't mistaken, fear.
Quietly, she walked past the desk and found a large dog sitting on the doctor's chest, wagging his tail denoting a certain amount of happiness. "Seems he's happy to see you," she chuckled, as she pulled the dog away. "C'mon Brutus, I'm sure Deena is looking for you."
A second later, Deena Evans walked in. "Doctor have you seen...ah there you are! Naughty dog!"
Palefaced, Nathan climbed to his feet, and walked back until he stood with his back against the wall, as far away as possible for the dog. "That's why," he managed, ignoring Hannah's laugh.
Hannah motioned for the younger nurse to please exit the office and take the offensive creature with her. "I'll talk to you in a minute," she told the intensive care nurse. Then she shot her boss an accusatory glance. "You keep your cats in here," she told him, "and Deena's pet is just a pup even if he's this big. Either you tell everyone to keep their pets out of sickbay, or you had better be a man about this and allow her her pet, while you keep yours here as well."
Swallowing, Nathan kept his gaze on the door. "Please close the door," he managed after a long silence. "It's not her having her pet here that's the issue," he explained, "the issue is that it's a dog. I.."
A look of comprehension crossed Hannah's face. "You're afraid of the dog?" At Nathan's embarassed nod she smiled. "Now that's something else. And Brutus isn't the only dog on this ship, I've seen dozens of them. To my knowledge, you're the only one with a cat these days."
"Two," Nathan countered, colour returning to his face. He sighed as he picked up his seat and sat back down. "Now, you wanted to talk to me?"
"Ah yes. The counselor was in here two weeks, asking after your son. Oh, and I think that bandage can come off now. Let me have a look at it and we'll see."
"What did she want with my son?" Nathan countered, not liking it that people bothered his son for no good reason. It was bad enough he'd been named during the trial. As a single parent, Nathan was possibly too protective of his only offspring, but it wasn't to be helped. Obediently, he held out his left arm to the nurse, who carefully unwrapped the bandage and held a tricorder over it.
"Looks good to me. You'll need to start exercising again with it. You can start swimming again...oh that reminds me. How's your back? I've heard about the tumble you'd taken, it must've hurt."
Nathan ignored her. "What did she want with my son," he repeated.
"She wanted his medical file," Hannah answered, "she had yours, but not your son's. I don't know why she wanted it. I don't think she'll bother you about it though, she doesn't seem the nosy sort of counselor. The sort who'll constantly ask you if you're all right. In fact, I quite like her. You met her already didn't you? She's your age you know..."
"I know that," Nathan countered, smiling slightly. Hannah the match-maker, he thought. Though she knew of his preferences, she would always tease him with it, and he let her get away with it too. "And I met her. I gave her the tour of the ship, in fact. I think I'll go see her, ask her what she wants with Freddy's files."
Now that Deena and her dog were gone, Nathan took the opportunity to leave sickbay and seek out the counselor. "Tamara, a word please?" he called, as he encountered her just before she entered her office. "Why did you go behind my back about my son's files? If you want information about Freddy, I prefer you ask me, instead of through my senior nurse. She wasn't authorised to give you his files, the only person to do so is me."
The doctor hadn't missed the waiting Caitian, but he didn't think he'd be long waiting for an explanation from the counselor. "I'm sorry J'Varr, this'll only take a minute," he acknowledged the feline.
|
|
Deleted
Registered: Apr 19, 2024 21:58:57 GMT
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2007 14:59:11 GMT
Cyle looked around as he was finishing up restocking the armory with weapons and bits of armor from the station. He had almost never been in the armory during this time as he was always writing reports and making lists to be handed down, he was actually kinda glad to be given the job. When he finished he headed back towards the office of Sgt Major Carrera to see what was next. As he walked he felt the departure from the station and knew they would soon be receiving their new orders. Stepping into the office he saw Carrera sitting at his desk finishing a report. Cyle waited until the marine was finished before stepping forward. "The armory is restocked, and all the weapons have been checked and locked away" Cyle remembered when he used to hear those words, instead of saying them. Carrera nodded his head and Cyle left the office heading towards the marine "breakroom" where a few of the others were waiting for new orders. Cyle found a chair and picked up a PADD with some reports about what was going on on the ship. He noticed that Zhuk was promoted and that Admiral Lin had been onboard a week ago, and wondered to himself why there was no mention of it from anyone.
Cyle sat for a few minutes before standing up and leaving again. 'i think ill go see how the doctor is doing' He thought to himself, before stopping and realizing he never wanted to see the doctor. Shrugging his shoulders he left and went to sickbay, where he saw the doctor, the caitian, and the new counselor, whom Cyle had barely seen and didnt wish to talk to.
|
|
tamara
Guest
Registered: Apr 19, 2024 21:58:57 GMT
|
Post by tamara on Nov 3, 2007 16:43:48 GMT
A waiting Caitian was at her door when she had returned. Thank goodness she filed those forms to be able to handle secret information. He had made an appointment, but knowing the finicky nature of felines...well, domesticated Earth felines, she assumed that he may not show up. He did, however. Strangely Doctor Van Breughel was waiting for him as well.
"I was just updating my files. My original request from sickbay had only officers." She didn't think there was a problem. "Hannah didn't tell you I retrieved all of the children and family members' files?" She had only mentioned Freddy to Hannah specifically because he was the only child she had met so far.
A Marine arrived, and J'Varr was growing uncomfortable. With every new arrival, it became that much more known that he was seeing the counselor. Tamara recognized this, and ended her discussion with the Doctor before the Marine could entrap all of them into another.
"If you are intent on talking, we can pursue this later. I actually have a few things I would like to discuss with you when you are not busy." She passed through the threshold with J'Varr into her office. "Take care of yourselves, boys." The door closed.
"How have you been, Lieutenant?" She replicated some tea. "Do you still want some milk?" It was only part joke. Perhaps Caitians did like milk. Tamara awaited his reply before asking what brought him to the counseling office.
|
|
Deleted
Registered: Apr 19, 2024 21:58:57 GMT
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2007 5:40:32 GMT
A Marine arrived, and J'Varr was growing uncomfortable. With every new arrival, it became that much more known that he was seeing the counselor. Tamara recognized this, and ended her discussion with the Doctor before the Marine could entrap all of them into another.
Taking a deep breath, the engineer calmed himself down. As he himself was so fond of mentioning, Caitians had a reputation as being one of the most cooperative races in the federation. With a soft purr, he eliminated these thoughts of uneasiness.
"How have you been, Lieutenant?" She replicated some tea. "Do you still want some milk?" It was only part joke. Perhaps Caitians did like milk. Tamara awaited his reply before asking what brought him to the counseling office.
With wide eyes he nodded, looking up to her. "If you would be so able to do, I would prefer it in a saucer. It is easier for me to consume in that fashion." As much of a feline stereotype that would be, T'Ress was wholly serious.
He smiled softly before again looking up with a flick of his tail, "I want to thank you for seeing me. I apologize for anything I may have done - and I also do not mean to displace anyone who would be better served here than I. Purrrrhaps it best if I leave you be? Otherwise...well...as you have queried..murr.."
With another gaze upwards, he shook his head, trying to compile the words, "I have asking as of late...if anyone here is my friend any more. On Cait, the concept of friendship is more important than what it is placed on Earth. It is much as the Andorians see it - where a friend never leaves one of another's side. I feel that in the context of the last mission, I lost the respect of those who are around me. Therefore, I was wondering what worth I still have."
With another deep exhale in a motion to signify his collecting of thoughts, the feline again purred whilst his spoke, "I wish....I wish that I had not gone so far. Considering my research is banned expect for those who fill out the proper forms I can only believe that I went further than I should with my research. Further than anyone should. I have tried to act as though I was one of the gods of my clan and this is a horrible sin." He lowered his head reverently in a gesture that doubled too as one of shame.
"Have I made myself a horrible person, meerow? Have I lost the respect? Lost face? Lost my life as it is? Lately I've started to think that I should be on Elba II and not in the engine room." Shaking his head, "And to think I did my walk down with such pride - I was trying to hold onto my wits through the realm of hubris."
|
|
tamara
Guest
Registered: Apr 19, 2024 21:58:57 GMT
|
Post by tamara on Nov 4, 2007 15:00:49 GMT
"Well, for starters," she said as she placed the saucer on the table beside him, "I would like to say that you are not displacing anyone. There are many hours in a Starship day that I can see people. I have time to see everyone if need be." She was curious to see how he was going to drink the milk from the saucer, and still keep some aura of politeness with the lapping.
The Caitian continued into a series of self-doubts, of which Tamara had heard before from Starfleet officers. She also knew Caitians, although a social race, valued their independence. That is, they sometimes worked... differently?... than their crewmates, even though they wanted to be appreciated at the same time.
"I read through your personnel file from last mission, as it pertained to you." She nodded to a padd over on her desk. She wasn't sitting behind the desk. In fact, since J'Varr had taken the chair she thought she would be sitting in while counseling, she found herself on the patient couch across from him. He drank his milk between sentences as she tried not to stare, out of politeness, while she drank her tea.
"Before I get into too much, let me say that I only have clearance to talk to you about you, and not about others. It makes things a little tough, I know, but I'm sure we'll manage." She smiled, trying to keep the experience as upbeat as possible even though the Lieutenant seemed to be doing his best to bring the mood back down.
"Have you heard anyone say they are not your friends - I mean, in regards to anything you may have done before, during, or after the trial?" Tamara knew that he most likely hadn't. The thought of losing friends was probably a self-brew, created from hours of reliving mistakes, synthesizing outcomes, and selectively choosing the worst possible ones. The entire process was a function of his guilt. Perhaps people were disappointed with him - with his actions a few months ago regarding barging into the trial. "Did you get formally reprimanded for anything?"
That answer, though, didn't matter. The answer, however, would lead her to what she wanted to talk about next. A Captain of a ship was always formally reprimanding people. That was the unfortunate job roll of a commanding officer, where the crew count was so high. By percentage, and the law of averages, one would have to assume that more people meant more problems. However, a Captain did not necessarily hold breaches of protocol against people, as a personal offense against him, unless done maliciously. Especially Zhukarak Hrisvalar, the Brigadier. His record showed that he enjoyed fraternizing with his crewmates. Doctor De Silva made that much clear in her reports. The reports did not, however, have much of a basis for J'Varr T'Ress.
"If it makes you feel better, I don't have many friends on this ship." Her case was obviously different, but she continued, "I know I just started here, but not a lot of people even know me yet." She took a sip of her tea. "What would you suppose would happen to me if I were to exhibit a temper tantrum on the bridge about the lack of psychological evaluations - or if I were to kick everyone out of my office after their strict hour is up - .... I don't do that by the way." she continued, "Do you think I would be given a chance? I should say not. I'll be on the next ship bound for the Sol System."
The point she was making became clearer. "The fact that you are still here, and still the Chief Engineer, none the less, implies you have friends Lieutenant. Sure, you may have let them down. We all do that from time to time. But they obviously think enough of you to overcome some of the faults you may have had, and to allow you to continue."
J'Varr finished his milk, and Tamara placed the saucer and her tea cup in the replicator as she kept talking. "You are going to feel shame for what you did, especially if you received a reprimand for it." a bit of tough love was always worth giving in a session, " but that is completely healthy. It shows you care about your fellow crew, your friends. I would be more concerned if you did not have these feelings."
Tamara wasn't sure she was getting through the cat. He seemed more relaxed now that he was in a different part of the ship, a part that seemed segregated from the hustle and bustle of ship operations.
"Do you understand what I am getting at?" She knew that the feline officer wasn't going to be turned around in one session, and it would probably take a lot of back and forth discussion before he would come to terms with himself, his actions, and his road to comfort... but it was a good start Tamara felt.
|
|
Deleted
Registered: Apr 19, 2024 21:58:57 GMT
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2007 18:05:03 GMT
"Well, for starters," she said as she placed the saucer on the table beside him, "I would like to say that you are not displacing anyone. There are many hours in a Starship day that I can see people. I have time to see everyone if need be." She was curious to see how he was going to drink the milk from the saucer, and still keep some aura of politeness with the lapping.
The feline sighed gently, "That would be impossible...ah, human expression. Excuse me. I feel...very unworthy of this opportunity. I feel as though, in fact, that my commission now is something that I am unworthy of bearing." His tail thus would droop uncontrollably.
"I read through your personnel file from last mission, as it pertained to you." She nodded to a padd over on her desk. She wasn't sitting behind the desk. In fact, since J'Varr had taken the chair she thought she would be sitting in while counseling, she found herself on the patient couch across from him. He drank his milk between sentences as she tried not to stare, out of politeness, while she drank her tea.
With a shake of his head he began again to speak, "Why though? Whatever could be in it..murr...probably insults me wholly...and I deserve such insults. I have been considering signing onto a workbee crew within the last few hours."
"Before I get into too much, let me say that I only have clearance to talk to you about you, and not about others. It makes things a little tough, I know, but I'm sure we'll manage." She smiled, trying to keep the experience as upbeat as possible even though the Lieutenant seemed to be doing his best to bring the mood back down.
"Do you believe that I will ever be allowed to release my research in earnest? I truly hope so, for I believe there is at least something to be gained from it. It proves the concept of the ghosts in the system. And I wish to warn others from ever attempting anything like it again. What I did was morally wrong - I created life...may I ask for something from the replicator?"
Standing up, he moved over to the unit with his finished saucer, and recycling it in a polite manner, pressed a few of the controls on the replicator. Materialized thus in it's product bay was an orange ball of yarn that he started to bat around in his paws as he returned to his chair.
"Have you heard anyone say they are not your friends - I mean, in regards to anything you may have done before, during, or after the trial?"
He sighed gently, "No, no I have not. In fact, I believe that I have become on good terms with both our doctor and with Megan...are you telling me that my beliefs are wholly unfounded? Wrought of self brewed fear?"
"Did you get formally reprimanded for anything?"
Shaking his head gently, the feline sighed, "No, merr..no I have not been. Forgive me for my undue fears." He sighed softly, leaning into his chair again with the yarn. He had in fact honestly not noticed that the chair that he was occupying was not the one in which a patient should properly sit in. With a yawn, he looked up. It was in a rather feline fashion, and not intended to appear like one of genuine exhaustion or boredom.
"If it makes you feel better, I don't have many friends on this ship." Her case was obviously different, but she continued, "I know I just started here, but not a lot of people even know me yet." She took a sip of her tea. "What would you suppose would happen to me if I were to exhibit a temper tantrum on the bridge about the lack of psychological evaluations - or if I were to kick everyone out of my office after their strict hour is up - .... I don't do that by the way." she continued, "Do you think I would be given a chance? I should say not. I'll be on the next ship bound for the Sol System."
Furrowing his brow softly, he began again to speak. "Excuse me, but I do not understand. Are you telling me that I should be removed of my duties? I beg that I be permitted to stay...and in fact.." He sighed gently once more, focusing on her original comment, "Ahem, madam, if I may be so bold I would...I would like to be your friend." He looked up to her slowly, his eyes rather wide with hope in the process.
|
|
Deleted
Registered: Apr 19, 2024 21:58:57 GMT
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2007 18:55:54 GMT
Nathan stared at the closed door in front of him, uncertain whether to be angry or surprised or disappointed. "Well I'll be.." he started. It hadn't occurred to him that the counselor would've requested the files of all the children aboard Jefferson, and he hadn't thought of asking Hannah if she had specifically asked for his son's file or all children. And, Hannah apparently hadn't deemed it necessary to inform him of this little fact either.
The doctor turned to face Cyle. "This is just..." he started again, raising his eyebrows. "I take it you wanted to talk to her? I just wanted something clarified but apparently she wasn't in any mood to do that, properly that is. If she had wanted Freddy's file, she really ought to have asked me..shouldn't she?"
Nathan took a step closer to the marine. "I'm really sorry about you getting demoted," he started, changing the subject. Solemnly, he placed an arm across the marine's shoulders, attempting to be consoling. His intention was entirely harmless as he briefly hugged the now startled marine. "It was an unfair ruling, with your actions you saved this ship and her crew."
Releasing the marine, he took a step back. "How about I buy you a drink?" he asked, "then we can have a little talk. Perhaps I can help you in some way and cheer you up a little?"
(cyle)
|
|
Deleted
Registered: Apr 19, 2024 21:58:57 GMT
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2007 5:41:38 GMT
The past few weeks had been far harder than Megan ever could have expected. While fifteen days hadn’t been long or the imprisonment very difficult, it had taken its toll in unexpected ways. With no work to be done, no where to be, and all the time in the world, there had been far too much time to think, about her life, the past, present, and future. Unfortunately, fifteen days hadn’t really been enough to deal with most of it, only enough to bring it up, think it through, and then push it away again. And the last words spoken by Colonel Stone had haunted her.
Finally released, Megan threw herself back into work grateful for the distraction from her own thoughts. Her staff had been somewhat mute on the whole issue. No one mentioned her incarceration, nor did she bring it up herself; the science department had simply moved on as if nothing had happened, exactly the way the Chief of Science had wanted it. Her orders were never questioned and were followed without hesitation, and that was all the Commander felt should really matter.
Megan tried to act like what people thought of her didn’t really matter, but it did, at least where her colleagues were concerned. She hadn’t really gotten a chance to see or speak to any of the senior staff since the trial ended, so the science officer didn’t really know how they felt about the whole situation or her in general. As far as she knew, they all saw her as some sort of rogue officer and she’d lost their respect entirely. Still, the Commander would not seek them out or ask.
Closing her eyes and rubbing her forehead, Megan leaned back to rest for a moment. Since the only time she was allowed out of her quarters was while at work, she’d rarely left, opting to work to exhaustion rather than have to go back to her quiet, empty room with nothing to do but sit and think. At least this way, by the time the Commander stumbled into her quarters, she was too exhausted to do anything but collapse into bed and fall almost instantly asleep.
Sitting back up and opening her eyes, Megan refocused her attention on the scans of a nebula in the Huakras system. There were still several more hours before she would be tired enough to fall asleep fast enough to avoid thinking.
|
|
tamara
Guest
Registered: Apr 19, 2024 21:58:57 GMT
|
Post by tamara on Nov 7, 2007 5:07:34 GMT
"I never said any such thing, Lieutenant!" Tamara's voice sounded unintentionally indignant, yet the tone was deserving. "What have I said that would make you think that I think you are incapable of your duties?" She tapped him on the shoulder in a playful manner, as if to say "Shame on you.".
"And of course you can be my friend. I'm not just a counselor you know. I do go home and become a 'normal person." She made quotes with her fingers around normal.
It was common for patients to view their doctors as non-human, as more of a tool or mechanism to gaining psychological independence. To be formally asked to be J'Varr's friend was clear evidence of this. She did not fault him, though. He was in a very insecure state right now. He had only a small reason to be, but also needed to know that it would pass.
"I think you have very admirable qualities, J'Varr." The cat start purring, and Tamara used it as a gauge for verifying the comfort she was trying to give. "I think, if you just keep your head up... and stay .. Positive.." she bopped the tip of her finger on his nose, which caused him to twitch as his neck instinctively pulled his head back, "then you will be just fine."
"How about this. You create a holodeck program, and when I am off duty - sometime next week - we can do something together." she warmly smiled.
"Just don't make it anything too physical. I'm not getting any younger here, and don't need to make an emergency trip to sickbay."
|
|
Matthew Reynolds
Rear Admiral
"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
Posts: 2,759
|
Post by Matthew Reynolds on Nov 7, 2007 6:28:14 GMT
Brigadier Hrisvalar had called for a senior staff meeting immediately, but that was not the case as he was immediately recalled to Assailant for an emergency meeting between the other first fleet commanding officers and Admiral Lin. This meeting would only delay the Jefferson one day, but it inavertly gave Matt the time he needed to make the mission debrief as detailed as possible.
It wasn't until 2300 hours that Matt felt that his report was ready. He had received word that Zhukarak had just arrived on the Jefferson and the plans for the 0800 meeting was still on. Not wanting to disturb Caleb in the other room, Matt decided to fore go his usual meditation session and rested for what would be a very busy day.
0630 Hours, the Next Morning
His old 20th century alarm clock had only rung once before Matt turned it off. He had only slept for a few hours, but he was rested. As was customary, Matt donned some workout clothes and headed towards the gym that was a few doors down. Like always it was empty and Matt began his intense forty five minute workout.
Once he finished his morning workout, Matt quickly headed back to his quarters where he showered and got dressed. He still couldn't believe that he was wearing a red command vest. It wasn't long ago that he was a brand new Lieutenant coming aboard the Jefferson for the first time. People had come and gone, but Matt planned on being a constant for a very long time to come.
Finishing his toast, Matt checked Caleb's homework and saw him off. Remembering that he would need to speak to his teacher later that week, Matt activated his log.
"Today should be the start of an interesting mission. Admiral Lin has personally debriefed Brigadier Hrisvalar and myself on this matter. If the admiral's fears are realized we will all be in real jeopardy. For now, we'll do our best to stop that from happening."
Making it a point to keep his log entry short, Matt headed towards the bridge where everyone would arrive shortly for the senior staff meeting.
(All)
OOC: While Zhuk deals with more important issues I think it's important for us to progress this mission a little. The mission briefing will be from what Zhuk has told me to date. When he does return he will be able to give us more details.
|
|
Deleted
Registered: Apr 19, 2024 21:58:57 GMT
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2007 5:44:22 GMT
"I never said any such thing, Lieutenant!" Tamara's voice sounded unintentionally indignant, yet the tone was deserving. "What have I said that would make you think that I think you are incapable of your duties?" She tapped him on the shoulder in a playful manner, as if to say "Shame on you.".
He chuckled softly with this tap, his eyes softly rolling as he exhaled his breath, "I thank you for your constant patience and understanding with me, murrr. Do you mind...well..." He goes back to padding around his yarn, "I take it that you do not mind that I engage in this activity? I thank you again then - you know, sometimes...I would have thought you wanted to scratch behind my ears...merrow..."
"And of course you can be my friend. I'm not just a counselor you know. I do go home and become a 'normal person." She made quotes with her fingers around normal.
Smiling, he looked to her, "And you have not even accused me of being silly. Ever. That shows that I am no longer imagining things I guess. I started to believe everyone was against me, as I can assume you would notice..murr..."
"How about this. You create a holodeck program, and when I am off duty - sometime next week - we can do something together." she warmly smiled.
His eyes then lit up - T'Ress of course was best around such technology. "Purrhaps you should pay a visit to my Fading Sun simulation? Would that be acceptable? Has anyone told you about that one that I had created?"
He then mused a bit, "Or maybe rather, I should show you what Cait looks like..." He twitched his tail gently, "Have you ever been?"
Thinking, he shook his head, "If you do not wish for physicality, I shall not show you any of my ion surfing competitions or anything along those grounds. But...I think you would like one of the two I mentioned, murrr...the USS Fading Sun is a Constellation class starship in the year 2293 or so. If turtlenecks aren't your thing, I trust you would enjoy a foray into Caitian theology. I have a temple recreated that I frequently go to pray. It is difficult to find a Caitian chaplain on this vessel after all."
|
|
Deleted
Registered: Apr 19, 2024 21:58:57 GMT
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2007 15:36:55 GMT
Cyle had stopped just short of the doorway to the counselors office, where he really did not want to be at any point in time. He missed Grace, but knew he might not ever see her again, and so didnt dwell long on the moment she came to mind. Cyle was a little stunned at the doctors actions, the only person he had ever hugged, had been Megan, and now here he was getting a hug from the doctor, who seemed to be sympathetic towards Cyle's recent problems. "Really Doctor, im fine, i didnt want to talk with the counselor at all, oddly enough i wanted to talk with you......and i dont know why" Cyle said, just before being offered a drink. "Well, i guess since you are technically not an officer i can take you up on your offer." The two walked towards 10-forward little to no conversation occuring along the way. When they sat down Cyle ordered his usual, a glass of water. They sat in silence for a few moment before Nathan spoke up.
<tag Nathan>
|
|
tamara
Guest
Registered: Apr 19, 2024 21:58:57 GMT
|
Post by tamara on Nov 11, 2007 3:52:56 GMT
She knew she had touched on a subject that exhilarated the Caitian. The purring had become louder between pauses in speech. The multitude of ideas that emanated were enough scenarios to take up all of the ship's data-banks it seemed. She had every intent, though, of following through with the can of worms she opened. To see J'Varr so excited, and not down on himself, was alone worth it.
He was still speaking as he left. The session had last two hours, but to both of them it felt like only a few minutes.
"Just send me a communique next week. Unfortunately I am too busy this week to do anything." It was the truth. She had to review the officers' files, and the newly acquired familial files.
Which reminded her, as she waved goodbye to the now cheerful officer, that Nathan wanted to have words with her. It seemed he wanted to make a big deal about nothing. If that were the case, Tamara would see him. Not to spite him, not to make the big deal, but only because she wasn't one to enter into a conflicts with anyone. She was a counselor. She was supposed to help people resolve their problems, not help them to create new problems.
And then Hannah - poor girl, probably didn't even mean to start any issues between the two officers. Correction, officer and civilian. She would talk to Hannah. Not a chastisement or anything, but to remind the nurse that people are sensitive about their family members being discussed, and that Doctor-patient privileges do apply, even when patients are Doctors. The referral of the files from sickbay were only a formality, and were not aimed simply at gaining information about Freddy or his father. The breach in protocol wasn't a big deal, and could easily be explained. She wouldn't report it. Mostly because she wanted to make friends, not enemies. A subtle talk with the girl would suffice.
She sat back down on the couch and dictated some comments about J'Varr's visit that she hadn't jotted down into the padd while was present. He was an interesting character. It seemed the overriding issue was his self-confidence. Fortunately for Tamara, she had seen patients like this before. She did not let them get away with the woe-is-me attitude, nor the nobody-likes-me remarks. She looked forward to joining him in the holodeck. She would go not as his counselor, but as a friend.
|
|
Deleted
Registered: Apr 19, 2024 21:58:57 GMT
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2007 6:20:03 GMT
Squaring her shoulders before entering the turbolift, Megan tried to prepare herself. This would be her first full mission aboard the Jefferson, and she was certainly hoping this one went a lot better than the last one had. The science officer had heard absolutely nothing about what this mission would entail and that worried her slightly. She had never been one for unknowns or surprises, preferring instead to be well informed of what was coming so as to be as prepared as possible for what lay ahead. Supposedly that’s what briefings were for, but still…
The turbolift doors opened onto the bridge, revealing that Commander Reynolds was already present. Since she was quite early as usual, Megan moved towards the science station to check in with the duty officer stationed there. As expected, there was very little report. All sensor palates were functioning within their specified tolerances and were showing nothing unusual in the space around them. There was a very slight discrepancy with the power readings on the lateral array, but nothing that would require more than a minor adjustment.
The urge to stay and make the adjustment and accomplish something tangible herself was strong, but Megan resisted and moved towards the empty conference room instead. There was no point in micro-managing her department, though that was the Commander’s natural tendency. With a sigh, she surveyed the silent room and took a seat waiting for everyone else to arrive and the briefing to begin and wondering what was in store for all of them next.
|
|
Deleted
Registered: Apr 19, 2024 21:58:57 GMT
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2007 20:54:34 GMT
Nathan frowned, not sure whether he liked that particular remark. "So you're only taking me up on my offer for a drink because I'm a civillian?" he asked, as listened to Cyle order a glass of water. "Café Latté," he ordered, then looked back at Cyle. "And you don't want to talk to the new counselor but you do want to talk to me? I am not qualified to counsel you, I'm a doctor, not a counselor."
The waiter brought over their orders and the doctor thoughtfully sipped his coffee. "I really don't know what to think of you," he finally spoke up, "I mean, I like you, very much indeed but you don't allow anyone to come close enough to become friends. Why?"
Just then Matt's message resounded over the intercom to report to the conference room. He waited for Cyle to get up, but belatedly remembered that Cyle was no longer the SMO. "We'll continue later," he promised, then ran out Ten Forward.
When he entered the conference room, the only person present was Megan, who looked as if he had startled her. "Just me," he smiled as he took his seat, "so where is everyone? I was just starting to enter an exciting conversation with Cyle Johnson." He looked up at the science chief. "So, how're you holding up?"
|
|