Lorna Holsen
Commander
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Post by Lorna Holsen on Oct 6, 2010 12:10:06 GMT
Lorna had suspected that Captain Cornette was going to be out of the chain of command; it made sense on the reasoning Captain Jackson had given but Lorna guessed there were other reasons. There were advantages to having access to the crew medical records after all, and goodness only knew that Kay had been through the mangler last mission. She hoped her former Captain would recover, physically she was well on the way; mentally...
“Starfleet has asked us to escort an Ambassador and his staff back to their homeplanet,, Ghelzak four.. they are a small colony that decided over a hundred years ago to secede from the Federation and establish their own sovereignty.” The Captain said.
Lorna had been adding to her list of things to do when the Captain started to speak again. She put down her PADD and looked over with interest. An Ambassadorial transport was either going to be a simple mission or it was going to be really difficult. There was no middle ground. Then again the same was true for most things she had done in starfleet. The only exceptions being the things that were just really difficult.
7. Read up on Ghelzak four
Lorna made a quick note and looked back up as the Captain started issuing orders.
"Oh and Doctor Holsen the Ambassador and his staff will be reporting to sickbay within the hour please give them the standard going over… Ensign Allistar you will need to make an appointment with the Doctor yourself she will need more information on your physical needs." Lorna nodded
"Of course Captain." She looked over at the Counselor. "I shall see you in sickbay sometime soon then." Lorna smiled knowing that the majority of strafleet officers didn't actually dislike their routine physicals but certainly did enjoy complaining about them. Lorna kept hers up to date and insisted her staff did the same. It made it easier to get everyone else in.
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Sickbay was pretty much running as Lorna wanted, there were still a couple of staffing kinks to be worked out but nothing serious. Lorna had managed to get everyone's names straight now which was going to be vital when an emergency happened; and an emergency inevitably would occur.
The ambassador and his staff had stopped in. He was fairly crotchety but he and his staff had checked out as fit and healthy and none of the were carriers for anything that might affect the rest of the crew.
So far there had been no serious injuries on the Rainer, a couple of pulled muscles from a friendly Parrises Squares match, some interesting bruises from people who were trying to get their quarters sorted and a few minor burns from engineering and science; it was an average sort of day for this early in a mission.
It was exactly at that moment that Kay stumbled into sickbay. Stumbled was precisely the right word to describe her awkward gait. She looked terrible. “Doctor, do you have anything for a severe headache?” She leaned against a biobed in a manner that suggested that the bed had become vital to her remaining on her feet.
Lorna recognised the look and came up with a preliminary diagnosis as she approached. "Of course." Lorna had tried quite a few cures for the morning after over the years and had found one that worked it wouldn't take her long to whip up a hypospray. She ran her tricorder over Captain Cornette just to be sure.
“Doctor attend to Major Johnson first I need to speak to Cornette.” The captain's voice made Lorna look round. She hadn't registered that she and Major Johnson had come into sickbay, although she knew the latter was well over due for his physical. She gritted her teeth for a second and took a deep breath. She did not take well to being issued with orders about patient care in her own sickbay. The Captain likely suspected what Captain Cornette's problem was but she couldn't know for certain...
Lorna's tricorder finished its scan and displayed its results. They confirmed her hypothesis; Captain Cornette had a hangover. She checked quietly that she was okay to talk to the Captain right now, and, receiving agreement, Lorna went over to Major Johnson.
She called up the major's medical records and noted the PADD on the table. "So, routine physical. I shall attempt to make this as brief as possible. Have you had any medical issues since your last physical.?" Like every marine Lorna had met, he had had his share of injuries; whether any were still bothering him or he had had any he considered too minor to come to sickbay with were what she was intending to discuss. He had a couple of bruises forming but if he didn't mention them then she wouldn't
Tag: Johnson
"If you'll just get up on the biobed. I'll start the scan. Try to still still it won't take more than a minute."
Tag: Johnson
Lorna checked the scan results. "Considering what you have put yourself through you are in very good physical condition." He made as if to leave, Lorna continued quickly. "You are however putting several major muscle groups at risk of damage from repetitive over exertion. I could say 'take it easier' and you would completely ignore me. So what I'm going to say is that you are allowed rest days for muscle recovery; and if you think that sounds too dull; I want you to cut back on you current activities by at least 15% and add a new sport or martial art to the mix, something that works your muscles in different ways. That will reduce your risk of muscle damage."
Tag: Johnson
Lorna watched the Major leave. She didn't know him well and got the feeling from his records that no one really did. Maybe she should try to catch him in the gym or the sparring ring sometime no doubt thjat would result in her collecting some interesting bruises and maybe learning a few tricks.
She turned back towards Kay, Lorna was relieved to note that the Captain had gone. She took a moment to make up her special anti-hangover hypo. Analgesic, anti inflammatory, multi vitamin, a couple of compounds which helped the body deal with toxins, and one which soaked up any left over ethanol.
Lorna waited until the shot had started to kick in before speaking to Kay. "I know I don't need to lecture you right now, but please be careful with yourself. There's only so much I can do."
“I know, Doctor. I will remember my limitations from now on and try not to need your services for a … malady such as this.” Kay slid off the table. “Thanks, I’m feeling much better.”
Lorna smiled and hoped it would be a long time before she saw Captain Cornette in sickbay again.
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Lorna was briefing Nurse Gatan to send out the next round of invites for physicals when her comm badge beeped.
=/\=Ensign Kayhill to sickbay, medical emergency. I've found Captain Cornette collapsed outside the ambassador's quarters.=/\=
Lorna didn't know Ensign Kayhill but was relieved to hear that the man's voice was relatively calm. She tapped a couple of buttons on the wall display and determined that Kaylana Cornette had a heartbeat and was breathing.
=/\=Ensign. This is Doctor Holsen. Stay there, I'm on my way.=/\=
Lorna and Nurse Gatan grabbed medical kits and headed for the turbolift. Lorna did a scan of the atmosphere but found nothing to have caused Kay's collapse. Scanning the captain she observed nothing contagious.
A while later. Kay was safely in sickbay and her allergic reaction was under control. It was now just a matter of waiting for her to come round. Lorna noticed Kay's eyelids start to flicker.
“Captain Cornette? Kaylana? I think she’s coming around finally.”
“What? Where am I?”
“You’ve had a terrible reaction to the medication I gave you earlier. You’ve been hallucinating for several hours. You collapsed outside the Ambassador's quarters, but you’re fine now.” Holsen helped Kay sit upright. “Strangest thing. I’ve never seen anyone allergic to that compound – and to have it take so long to have an adverse effect. How do you feel?”
“Relieved.” Lorna gave a slight smile.
"With your permission I'd like to keep you here long enough to run some further tests and assess exactly which compound you reacted to."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2010 1:08:52 GMT
"So, routine physical. I shall attempt to make this as brief as possible. Have you had any medical issues since your last physical.?" Cyle sighed before listing off his recent activities which resulted in any sort of injury, with a few recent exceptions. "If you'll just get up on the biobed. I'll start the scan. Try to still still it won't take more than a minute." The marine hopped up on the biobed and laid down as still as he could while waiting for the good doctor to scan him. A few minutes later he looked over to see her finishing up with the scan, and moved to get up.
Lorna checked the scan results. "Considering what you have put yourself through you are in very good physical condition." He made as if to leave, Lorna continued quickly. "You are however putting several major muscle groups at risk of damage from repetitive over exertion. I could say 'take it easier' and you would completely ignore me. So what I'm going to say is that you are allowed rest days for muscle recovery; and if you think that sounds too dull; I want you to cut back on you current activities by at least 15% and add a new sport or martial art to the mix, something that works your muscles in different ways. That will reduce your risk of muscle damage."
Cyle nodded with a grunt to show his understanding while running a few others activities through his mind. With only a few things on his list, he left sickbay and headed back to his office.
Tag anyone : i need someone to sim with, anyone will do
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Kaylana Cornette
Captain
Creativity is allowing oneself to make mistakes; art is knowing which ones to keep.
Registered: Jun 4, 2003 8:01:59 GMT
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Post by Kaylana Cornette on Oct 7, 2010 3:49:21 GMT
"With your permission I'd like to keep you here long enough to run some further tests and assess exactly which compound you reacted to." Tag: Kay For the first time in her career, Kaylana was grateful to stay in sickbay. She closed her eyes and tried to shut out the world around her and catch a wink or two. But, she found her mind was too active. No doubt the residual effects of the Doctor's last feel good potion. Without meaning to and with the hopes she wasn't breaking any patient/doctor privilege, she listened in on the neighboring conversation between Holsen and Johnson. Her casual eavesdropping helped her identify the patient as the ship's senior ranking marine. Holsen finished her directions to him and he grunted a response. He turned to leave, and as he did, Kaylana rose up on her elbow and addressed him. "Major Johnson, isn't it?" He turned back to her and gave her a slight nod. "Hello, I'm uh... Ambassador Cornette." Using a diplomatic designation instead of her rank was beginning to get easier. "We met back at the base briefly." Johnson gave her a steady gaze. "Well, I was wondering... if it's not a bother... I'm a bit rusty with my hand to hand combat skills... and on my last assignment, I never had the time to do any training... so I was wondering... at your convenience, of course... if you could give me a refresher course." <Johnson>
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Post by SA. Stacey Jackson [Ret] on Oct 7, 2010 10:48:25 GMT
She shook her head slightly as she walked down the corridor, Aarons little project with the shuttle craft was exactly the type of thing that ate up a Captains time. Though it was hard to be annoyed at someone who took initiative even if it was done the wrong way.
Palmer spotted her walking off and ran up to catch her. “Captain!” he caught up and said. “Commander Aarons is a funny guy ain’t he?” he grinned slightly.
Jackson raised an eyebrow slightly as she muttered. “Needs padded room that one.” She took a deep breath as she looked to Palmer and said. “What do want?” She started to walk again with him alongside.
“Well Ma’am I was thinking we are on ship now and you don’t really need an aide.. do you have any idea as to what you want me to do?” He asked thoughtfully.
She let out a deep breath not really feeling much in the mood to be dealing with this nor anything frankly but smiled weakly and replied. “You are a little old to be playing Yeoman.. Speak to Commander Chan you were a security officer before makes sense to have you as one again.”
“Thank you Captain.. Oh I forgot to mention before you received a message.” He said as he dropped slightly behind her in pace.
She waved her hand and made a disgruntled moan as she replied. “I’ll deal with it later.”
“You’ll want it now Captain it’s from Dean.” He held out a Padd and watched as Jackson quickly turned and took the Padd, he didn’t wait around before she had chance to say anything else he had rushed off to find Commander Chan.
She looked up to dismiss him only to notice he was no longer there, shrugging her shoulders she muttered. “Dismissed.”
** Several minutes later** Standing in front of the Chief Science Officers lab, Stacey stepped forward and frowned slightly as the door didn’t open. “Computer open this door.” She said as she read the letter she had received.
“This room has been locked for the personal use of Chief Science Officer Apirana.” The computer replied swiftly. Stacey frowned again as she looked up at the door, the thought of how this would have looked had the inspection begun and Admiral Cain found out Stacey was locked out of rooms on her own ship brought a shiver to her spine.
“Computer command override Jackson seven four six alpha one.” She stated flatly with a shake of her head, a second later the door opened and Jackson stepped through to find Pai hunched over a console deep in work.
“Commander, I’d like it very much if I wasn’t locked out rooms of importance on my own ship.” She paused as she waved her hand. “Tends to send the wrong signal.” She stepped forward and looked down at the console Pai was working on. “Pulsar?” she mused to herself. “I am afraid I have something I would like you to work on.. The Ambassador has been complaining that the Federation pays little interest in his colony.” She paused and shrugged. “Because.. Well we don’t, so you can imagine that most of their requests fall on deaf ears but since we will actually be making a stop there I thought we could kill two birds with one stone so to speak.”
She stepped towards the closest chair and sat down. “They have been having some strange weather lately, nothing life threatening but annoying I suppose.. their scientist can’t find anything wrong.. but their technology is far outdated.. hopefully we will have more luck.”
<Tag Pai>
She shrugged her shoulders, “Well to start with last month it was snowing… in the middle of their summer months.. it should have been around thirty degrees Celsius instead it was minus seven... You should find some rough data in the database.”
<Tag Pai>
**Palmer**
He rushed toward the office of the tactical and security officer, he hadn’t met her for more than a few seconds at a time but she seemed a nice enough person. Taking a deep breath he pressed the console next to her door and awaited the reply.
<Tag Chan>
Stepping inside he smiled as he stood at attention and said formally. “Ma’am.. the captain suggest I speak to you in regards to starting duty as a security officer.. I believe it was her intention to leave the decision to you.”
He paused and thought for a moment and added. “I have seven years experience Ma’am four of those on the El Salvador.”
<Tag Chan>
He stood easy and looked around the office for a brief moment eyes becoming glued on what he hoped were a merely decorative weapon known as nunchakus, “You have training in martial arts Ma’am?” he asked as he pointed to them somewhat cringing at the thought of the damage they could do in the right hands.
<Tag Chan>
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Paikea Apirana
Commander 1C
I have decided to stick with love. Hate is too great a burden to bear.
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Post by Paikea Apirana on Oct 7, 2010 18:27:54 GMT
Feeling that he would be able to do better quality work in his own lab, Paikea excused himself from the rest of the astrometrics team and headed down to his lab. He couldn't believe that he was actually enjoying himself.
"Commander, we should have some better results within a day or two, the Galileo's captain has reported some very promising results," the Doctor Jarsar, the Denobulan reported.
"Alright, Doctor keep me informed and please for the love of all you hold dear do not disturb the captain or anyone in command about your findings. They have enough to deal with at the moment and if you require more resources I will provide them for you."
"If that is the case, I'm sorry but I have already asked engineering to give us more power output to our sensors," Jarsar said his face turning a paler shade of white.
"It's alright I didn't say anything before," Paikea said which bought him a one of those famous Denobulan smiles. With that in mind, Pai quickly made his way to his office and restricted the doctors access to the ship's power systems. Once had had done this he walked into his lab and began what would become a six hour marathon of computations and pulsar theory. It was for that reason that he was completely unaware of Captain Jackson's attempt to enter his lab and unknowingly to her, the captain scared him that Pai almost screamed out and punched.
“Commander, I’d like it very much if I wasn’t locked out rooms of importance on my own ship.” She paused as she waved her hand. “Tends to send the wrong signal.” She stepped forward and looked down at the console Pai was working on. “Pulsar?” she mused to herself. “I am afraid I have something I would like you to work on.. The Ambassador has been complaining that the Federation pays little interest in his colony.” She paused and shrugged. “Because.. Well we don’t, so you can imagine that most of their requests fall on deaf ears but since we will actually be making a stop there I thought we could kill two birds with one stone so to speak.”
"I'm very sorry for that Captain," Pai said as he tried to keep his composure and control his breathing. When he felt that he had somewhat accomplished this feat, he pondered what the captain had just told him about the Ambassadors planet. It was also at this moment, that Paikea gave the Captain access to his lab.
“They have been having some strange weather lately, nothing life threatening but annoying I suppose.. their scientist can’t find anything wrong.. but their technology is far outdated.. hopefully we will have more luck.”
" According to what I have read on Ghelzak 4 they have made no advancement in technology since the USS Sheppard delivered medical supplies sixty years ago," Paikea said as he once again looked at the information the Federation had on the planet," plus like you said this planet has nothing of much value to offer anyone. It's like they are stuck in the 23rd century."
“Well to start with last month it was snowing… in the middle of their summer months.. it should have been around thirty degrees Celsius instead it was minus seven... You should find some rough data in the database.”
"Well strange weather patterns can be easily looked into, but until we reach Ghelzak 4 there will be no way to tell for sure what is wrong, but it could be anything from pollution to a more serious problem like a polar shift," Paikea said as he saved his work on the pulsars and began a new program.
(Stacey)
"It might be prudent to ask the Ambassador or members of his team if they have any working knowledge of agrobiology, volcanology or meteorology," Pai asked hoping that the captain or Captain Cornette might be able to make it happen.
(Stacey)
"Actually Captain, I think Commander Hope might be better suited to help me with this matter," Paikea said," as you must know the Commander is not afraid to get people in power angry and that might work in our favor with the Ambassador and his apparent holier than thou attitude."
(Stacey)
"Thank you Captain, hopefully we will not cause a diplomatic incident," Pai said with a smile.
(Stacey)
"Commander Hope, please meet me in twenty minutes outside the Ambassador's suite, I'm sending you some information that is important to his home planet," Paikea said.
(Hope)
OOC: I hope its okay that I added little detail to the planet. Since we really know nothing about it. I thought it would be alright to talk about it a little.
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Michael Aarons
Commander 1C
Boldly going forward 'cause I can't find reverse
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Post by Michael Aarons on Oct 7, 2010 18:52:38 GMT
Michael lay there and stared at the ceiling, aimless, restless, and a little confused. He let the thoughts of Kay pass through his mind. This was the first real time he had to enjoy the fact there was a bed in his quarters. Suddenly the air turned foul. "You know the missus and I were really grateful for the opportunity to get together with rest of the family last year and... Oh I'm sorry did you have a problem?" Death sat at the corner next to him. "What do you want?" he groaned. Death was indifferent to his moodiness. "Well I thought that a sack as miserable as you would like some company; you know it attracts me like a fly to priest in a haunted house." His disfigured smile was really inappropriate even for a joke as moderately clever as that one was. "I'm empty. Isn't that enough?" He turned his head away. Aside from the smell it was not like Death would be much help. "If you want, I could take out everyone on board." "I actually like some of the people on board." What a stupid offer Michael thought. "Well how about the ones you don't like?" Death offered. "That's not gonna do me any good. Think of all the no-names on board; they're like strangers to me. And if they're not some I like then they're obviously someone I don't like." "You're surprisingly grim, you know that?" "Right now I feel like Patrick Duffy after the eigth season of Dallas."
"Yeah... Who's Patrick Duffy?" Before the pointless conversation could continue, there was a message that arrived in his inbox. Checking to see what it was, he found it was from Sickbay. Michael: From: Liz LornaGet your buttPlease come down to sickbay for your physical. As usual, this is not a voluntary request but a required action so don't argue and we thank you for your compliance. So please come at your earliest filthy pet'Ach. Love, LizDr. HolsenP.S. See ya' there Sweetie. XOXOXOXOXO"Lorna needs to get a new template; it didn't work for Liz it certainly doesn't work for her." He really didn't want to do this. "What's it gonna be?" he said indicating back and forth. "Will it be good? Maybe it won't." He was grinning like an idiot. "Stop that! You know this is why no one likes having you around during this time!" Death merely smiled again. "Be seeing you soon, maybe." He vanished in wisps of black smoke. "Maybe sooner," Aarons muttered. Michael trodded into Sickbay where Kaylana had still been sleeping off her little spell. Seeing her laying there awake he approached her. As she took notice of him he spoke. "You got drunk, you passed out, I put you on my bed for the night." At that point, Lorna strolled up. "Oh good you came. The file said I was supposed to wait an hour and then let security know, hmm." She indicated for him to hop up on a bio-bed and let her get to work. "So, have you had any negative feelings lately?" "No." "Any accidents?" "No." "Have you now or have you ever suffered any of the following: nausea, bleeding, constipation, headache, runny nose, diarrhea, death, blurry eyes, or trouble breathing?" "No. Is that really what you're supposed to ask?" Lorna gave an innocent look. "It was in your file. Have you had any more trouble sleeping?" Michael paused before responding. "Well I recently had this one odd dream." "Oh really, what happened?" She continued to scan him. "I was flying the ship when the space around us began to turn all funky and then suddenly we found ourselves in Infinite Crisis or Final Crisis; I'm not sure." "What's that?" "It's where a bunch of crap happened and then didn't." Not really getting any of it, Lorna pressed on. She found that if the patient talked, they didn't complain. "How was it?" "It wasn't bad, although I could have done without the part where Captain Jackson played Wonder Woman. Or was it her mother Queen Hippolyta? I don't know she was saying a bunch of things Wonder Woman would say. I tried to recite the Green Lantern oath, but now that I look back, anything I tried to say was just a bunch of nonsense that sprung up in my head." Dr. Holsen finished. "Alright, there's no ailments or problems I can detect so you're cleared." He hopped off and was ready to leave. As he walked off, Kay beckoned him over. She placed a hand on his to say thank you. "Your bed is remarkably soft." "Thank you." She reached up and brushed his hair back. "You should wear it like that," she admired. "Why do you keep saying that?" he cocked his head in confusion. Kay was perplexed by this too. Michael turned and walked away. Having threatened Engineering with a jihad in the name of the Fly Spaghetti Monster and his army of holy pirates, they agreed to the return of his project. TEG and Michael were back in the shuttlebay clamoring over the Vachir. TEG was down on the floor working on the thruster manifold while Aarons had accessed the distribution matrix. Michael leaned his head over. "What are you doing?" He looked TEG in the eye. "I'm routing the pathways into the exhaust ports," he said following Aarons' brilliant plans. "And then what?" Aarons said still staring at him. "Then I'm going to charge the coils so that they begin polarizing the manifold," he shot back." "And what happens after that?" TEG thought for a moment. "Good point." Had TEG continued in the manner he had been, it was possible that he would have wound up with hot plasma in his face. "You're the kinda guy who turns the DC off before switching off the AC to a capacitor aren't you?" OFF: i.e. boom! Happened to me once. <Edited by Captain Jackson see PM>
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Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2010 20:37:51 GMT
"Major Johnson, isn't it?"
He turned back to her and gave her a slight nod.
"Hello, I'm uh... Ambassador Cornette." Using a diplomatic designation instead of her rank was beginning to get easier. "We met back at the base briefly."
Johnson gave her a steady gaze.
"Well, I was wondering... if it's not a bother... I'm a bit rusty with my hand to hand combat skills... and on my last assignment, I never had the time to do any training... so I was wondering... at your convenience, of course... if you could give me a refresher course."
" I don't teach" Cyle replied as he turned back to leave. "Major, I won't be a bother" he heard from behind him. With a sigh he answered "Very well. Meet me at holodeck 4 after hours" The marine gave his response on his way out, fully aware that most people don't venture out after hours. He wasn't expecting the ambassador to be proficient at his level of combat, so he would need to create a program to match her skills
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Kaylana Cornette
Captain
Creativity is allowing oneself to make mistakes; art is knowing which ones to keep.
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Post by Kaylana Cornette on Oct 7, 2010 22:40:58 GMT
The sight of Aarons in sickbay jolted her to the core. Her hallucination still fresh in her mind, Kay veiled the fear the rose up in her. Fear that he would somehow know what she’d dreamt. But, of course he couldn’t know. He would never know. You got drunk, you passed out, I put you on my bed for the night." A rush of relief came over her. The burning question had finally been answered. She was so grateful he had finally told her, in his own way, that nothing improper had occurred. The only problem she still faced was why by all things that are holy did she place him so… prominently… in her hallucination. He hopped off and was ready to leave. As he walked off, Kay beckoned him over. She placed a hand on his to say thank you. "Your bed is remarkably soft." "Thank you." She reached up and brushed his hair back. "You should wear it like that," she admired. "Why do you keep saying that?" he cocked his head in confusion. Kay was perplexed by this too. Michael turned and walked away. She found herself calling out after him, “Commander?” He stopped midway out the door and re-entered. “Maybe once we deliver the Ambassador and his delegation… maybe we should… oh… I don’t know… maybe… maybe get together sometime and… you know… talk about old times… have dinner, or something.” It amazed her at how inept and girlish she sounded at giving a simple dinner invitation. " I don't teach" Cyle replied as he turned back to leave. "Major, I won't be a bother" he heard from behind him. With a sigh he answered "Very well. Meet me at holodeck 4 after hours" The marine gave his response on his way out, fully aware that most people don't venture out after hours. He wasn't expecting the ambassador to be proficient at his level of combat, so he would need to create a program to match her skills Kay looked up at the Doctor as the Major left. “Warm fellow, isn’t he?” she joked. “So, how about it, Doc? Am I released to go try my hand at hand to hand?” She looked at her new hand.
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Post by SA. Stacey Jackson [Ret] on Oct 7, 2010 23:29:33 GMT
She nodded in response to the reasons Pai suggested the weather might have been acing strange at the Ambassadors colony, though he could have said absolute jibberish and in all honesty she wouldn’t have known the difference. “Well we will be there within the next forty eight hours.”
He suggested one of the Ambassador’s staff might have a scientific background that would be of help to them and Jackson slowly shook her head. “I am afraid most of our esteemed guests staff are servants of one kind or another.. or political strategists though one of them may have some useful insights.”
He suggested that perhaps Commander Hope may well have luck interacting with the Ambassador and Stacey cringed slightly, S’reena was a friend but she knew very well that Hope had the political instincts of a Targ and could be twice as unpleasant should she choose to be. Their first meeting came to mind and Stacey slightly shrugged.
“Do it.. Commander Hope has a science background too, she may well be of great help.” Stacey stood up and sighed slightly. “But I would prefer not finding myself with a declaration of war on my desk at the end of the day.. so try to avoid that please... Not that I’d actually manage to get there and see it.”
She gave a final nod and departed the room, thinking about the grand total of thirty minutes she had actually managed to spend on the bridge during the day. This wasn’t exactly what she had imagined when she received the news of a command and she never recalled Savot poncing around the ship barely spending seconds on the bridge.
** One Hour Later ** Finally she once again stepped foot on the bridge and looked to the Lieutenant Commander who had occupied her chair. “Stay seated.. I am going to my ready room I wish not to be disturbed.” She walked straight though the bridge and got close enough to her ready room door that it opened when the Commander leaped out of the seat and said loudly.
“Ma’am you may not want to go in there!” He scrunched up his face as Jackson peered through her door to find a short man smartly dressed sitting on the one of the chairs.
Stacey turned and had a positively annoyed look on her face when she flatly stated. “You just let him walk in there!”
The Commander blushed as he replied. “Well he threatened to stay out here.”
She raised her hands and let them drop to her side as she said. “Take the promotion they said.. you’ll enjoy they said.. nothing like being Captain they said.. bunch of two faced lying…” the rest of her comment was obscured by the closing doors of her office and probably for the best it wouldn’t have been great for the officers on the bridge to discover their Captain who happened to be and look like a grandmother had knowledge of such profane language.
She looked down at the man who happened to be a few inches shorter than her and smiled weakly. “Hello, and to what do I owe the pleasure?” He straightened out his shoulders and said officially. “I am Mister Hai’zep senior aide to the Ghelzak Ambassador.. I bring forth his complaint for your review.”
Stacey walked behind her desk and slumped into the chair, she held out her hand to receive the old style padd offered to her by the aide and looked down read it. Her eyebrows shot up and she said. “The couches on his quarters are too easy to set on fire!” she looked up and refrained barely from rolling her eyes as she replied. “Might I suggest refraining from cooking next to them.. always works for me.”
She looked back down and took a deep breath before reading aloud. “The Officer placed in charge of his needs was unavailable for a period of two hours this morning leaving the Ambassador without assistance.”
Stacey smiled a fake smile as she said. “Well Ambassador Cornette was very ill in sickbay but I agree that’s no excuse.. I shall have her shot immediately.” She nodded slightly as she continued. “If you wouldn’t mind extending my apologies to the Ambassador and oh let him know my Science officer and Executive officer will be down to speak with him regarding your weather troubles.”
He snapped his heels together as he bowed his head. “My most humble thank you.” He rushed out of the room quick enough to miss Jackson sneer.
** Ambassadors Quarters **
He walked in and found the Ambassador munching on what he could only assume was Human fruit, he bowed his head and said. “Honoured Ambassador.. this vessels Captain wished to extend her humble apologies at your dissatisfaction and wishes to inform you she has dispatched two of her underlings to discuss the weather problems at the colony.” The whole time he spoke he never looked up at the ambassador seemingly awaiting permission to do so.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 9, 2010 17:58:11 GMT
"Commander Hope, please meet me in twenty minutes outside the Ambassador's suite, I'm sending you some information that is important to his home planet," Paikea said.
"I'll come to your location now commander," the Romulan XO responded immediately, "there's no need to send me anything as at present from my current location I can't read it." She was stood in the middle of a corridor, somewhere between sickbay and her quarters, looking as if she were speaking into thin air.
Above her, Auric chittered, circling down to hover before her, her eyes a sparkling shade of indigo. "Well no you don't know Paikea, but I do," S'reena smiled, holding up her arm so the little gold could land on it. "He was like this very young cadet at some point, well before you were even hatched, or perhaps before your mother was hatched little one."
The Romulan woman chuckled as she walked down to the science lab, where Paikea was working, softly chatting away at the little gold creature perched on her arm. Approximately five minutes later, she walked in to find the science chief hunched over a console. Quietly, she walked up on him and tapped his shoulder. "What can you show me on the ambassador's planet?" she asked.
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S'reena laughed merrily. "I'm sorry commander, I didn't mean to scare you." Yet somewhere, she was pleased that she had managed to let him jump out of his skin. "The information you had for me?" she prompted.
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Post by Kaylana Cornette on Oct 9, 2010 20:04:31 GMT
Holsen released her from sickbay but was keeping a tight leash on her, telling her to report back in four hours. The doctor was also hesitant to let Kay train with Major Johnson. Holsen droned on and on about the damage to tissues or something and how the nerves were still healing in her prosthetic arm and hand, but Kay tuned her out. She was feeling pretty spry given the long day she’d had. Even where there is no day and no night, a day can be too long. Kaylana had lost track of whether she was on day or night rotation. Perhaps it was due to tending to the Ambassador’ needs well into the early hours of the morning, or perhaps because she had spent those few luxurious hours unconscious and sleeping in sickbay.
She popped by her quarters, checking the time, and found 16 messages from the Ambassador’s aide Hai’zep and one from the Captain. She read through Hai’zep’s and found, not surprisingly, none of them to be important and all of them requesting her immediate presence. She deleted them. The Captain’s message was to inform her they’d be arriving at Ghelzak IV within the next two days. She would be accompanying the delegation to the surface. She sent an acknowledgment telling her she would be ready.
Kay contemplated whether to go to face the Ambassador again or take a shower. She opted for the latter.
Now freshly coiffed and uniformed, Kay dawdled on her way to the ambassadorial suite. She was mildly amused to find the same security officer posted outside the door. This time, he gave her a look that brimmed with compassion as she announced her arrival.
Oxill was uncharacteristically subdued, as if nearing his home planet brought him tranquility. He sat regally in his newly acquired oversized chair and nodded to his senior aide.
Hai’zep cleared his throat lightly. “The Lord Prefect would like to know why you were unavailable to him for over two hours.”
“I am sorry, Lord Prefect,” Kay addressed him directly. “I was incapacitated due to a sudden reaction to a medication.”
Oxill turned his face from her, not accepting her explanation.
As if coached, Hai’zep continued. “The Lord Prefect must be informed prior to any more absences. Your Captain assured us that you would be shot if you do not meet our standards of…”
“What?” Kay broke in. “You went to the Captain about this?”
“Of course,” he answered flatly. “It was clear that you are assigned to serve the needs of the Lord Prefect and you were not here…”
“And she assured you I’d be shot?” Kay squinted at him incredulously. Either the Ghelzaks didn’t understand sarcasm or Jackson had reached her limit with Kay’s recent antics.
Oxill roused a bit to add, “I thought that a bit extreme as well, but agreed with her recommendation.” He glared at her. “I know we will have your complete attention for the remainder of this voyage. It comforts me.” He gave her a satisfied leer.
“Yes, Lord Prefect.” Kay’s jaw clenched. “You will have my complete attention from now until we arrive at Ghelzak IV.” Just two more days, Kay thought, and this will be over. She faked a smile. “Is there anything I can do for you now?”
“Yes.” He removed his enormous shoes and the air in the room suddenly turned foul. “All my other aides are busy,” he gestured to his staff who were just standing around, “so you must rub my feet.”
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Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2010 21:16:34 GMT
Though she usually was not given to displaying her emotion, at least in battle, a soft sigh escaped Xin-Ling.
“He is going to be problem,” she answered quietly.
Sometime later…
Lieutenant Palmer was a bit surprised when in answer to the console instead of the security chief’s voice, the door to her office slide open and the lone figure in the office bade him enter.
Xin-Ling turned to face her visitor, her eyes fastening upon him, her face for a few seconds expressionless, then she tilted her head quizzically and slightly raised both eyebrows, inviting him to begin by stating the purpose of his presence.
”El Salvador?” she questioned. “Did you know a counselor, Dr. Barbara Johnson?”
Lieutenant Palmer indicated he had not, and Xin-Ling gave a slight nod.
It was not that difficult a decision, as far as numbers went. The staff of the security department was somewhat meager. Still, it would be important to determine Lt. Palmer’s dedication to the captain’s suggestion.
“You say the captain intend to leave decision to me. What is your desire?”
“Ma’am?”
“What is your desire? Is security/tactical what you want?”
“I really don’t see what difference what I want would make,” said the lieutenant. “An assignment is an assignment, isn’t it?”
“Not in this case,” she answered. Her mind went back to the first class she had conducted in hand-to-hand combat training. It had gone reasonably well, she thought. “I could train you if your experience not in security, but how far you progress depend upon many factor.”
The lieutenant nodded his understanding.
“So again I ask… what is your desire?”
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A smile, accompanied by a slow nod was her first response. It was not her habit to relate her background training or skills. Knowledge of these she preferred to keep to herself, as the less her opponents knew about this area, the better.
This was the reason she permitted Dr. Barb Johnson to call her “Puddin’” — though no one else who was familiar with her would dare to address her in that manner. She only permitted Dr. Johnson use of that name to provide a false sense of security to those who dared challenge her in combat.
“Father was Xiaolin warrior monk until mid-twenties. My training from father begin at age two.”
“Then you should know it,” said her visitor, by way of responding and indicating his attention.
“Seventh degree black sash in several schools of kung fu, emphasis on Wing Chun and Jeet Kune Do,” she responded, as though simply stating a fact.
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Michael Aarons
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Boldly going forward 'cause I can't find reverse
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Post by Michael Aarons on Oct 11, 2010 23:55:06 GMT
Michael hadn't expected to have any guests that evening. He crossed to the door and was surprised to find the person on the other side. Kay stood there, a wounded look on her face, she was hemorrhaging tears as if she were attacked. Quickly reacting he pulled her inside. What is it with this ship? he thought. Sniffling and sobbing he offered her a seat. "Kay?" She looked to him for comfort. "What's wrong?" She was choked, the very thought clouding her speech. She sniffed a bit. "...I TOUCHED HIS FEET!!! WAH!" she wailed. Michael held her close in sympathy. "Whose feet?" "<sniff> The ambassador's. <sob>" He could feel her shaking. "Oh... EWW!" "His aides were... unavailable and... and... I HAD To...<heavy breathing>" He wasn't quite sure what had happened but... "Why didn't you just tell him it wasn't in your job description?" Kay stared at him blankly. "Although it was probably best that you tried to maintain diplomacy..." It didn't seem like he knew what to say. What did he know about these things, he was pilot not a counselor? Although Kay had always known what to tell him; her smile had a sort of penance that no matter what he did, she was always willing to stay friends. "The worst part was... I moved my hands over the bumpy..." she heaved, "and the toes had this... crust. IT WAS HORRIBLE." "Yeah, that is kind of disgusting." Kay's eyes narrowed. "I could feel the little particulates stuck to the underside. I couldn't stop until I had worked the knots outs. I had to make conversation so that his lordship wouldn't get bored." He thought he heard her utter something about a Ghelzaki bunion but he wasn't sure. "Tell you what, I'll take you up on your offer, hmm? I'll make something and then you and I can spend some time talking about how it's been knowing each other. How's that sound?" Her eyes had dried out a little; they had become a bit puffy. "That sounds nice," she whispered. "How is 8 o'clock?" "That's fine." She wiped her eyes and then reached around to give him a hug. He helped her up as they went to the door. "I must look a mess." Michael denied it. Kay placed her hand on his shoulder as she parted with a thanks. The door closed as Michael stood there against it. "Wow... Oh crap, what am I going to make?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2010 2:30:14 GMT
TEG was glad for the distraction that the Vachir provided. He was having some issues with the warp drive. Whenever the warp drive was generating the odd π times decimal values required for decimal warp values. TEG's brain was doing somersaults trying to figure out what is different between a decimal in one location on the equation, and on both sides of the equation.
At least working on the Vachir allowed him to focus on something physical, rather than something theoretical or at least intangible. Also, working with Michael provided something to take his mind off the other issue he was having, survivors guilt. Having something to do made TEG set aside his feelings.
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Kaylana Cornette
Captain
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Post by Kaylana Cornette on Oct 12, 2010 4:03:54 GMT
Wearily, Kay walked to her quarters in the same way she had walked to Aarons’, numbly trying not to think about what she had seen – and touched.
Once in her sanctuary, Kay bee-lined for the shower. No matter she had just showered less than 3 hours ago. She felt so filthy and needed to scour away the grime both physically and mentally. Her usual 6 minute shower ritual extended to a full 15. She paid particular attention to scrubbing her hands over and over.
She dressed and headed back to Michael’s. On the way, she noticed how queasy she felt and wondered if she would be able to eat anything. Perhaps she could convince Michael to make it a dinner of cheese and crackers for her.
She approached his door and paused. ”Why is it I’m here?” she thought. “Is it for the company - the comfort in familiarity - the need for companionship? She didn’t let her mind think for more than an instant that it was for a hug, a lingering look, a touch of a hand…
Suddenly her sense of smell was heightened by a delicious aroma wafting from within. The nausea subsided, replaced by an insatiable hunger. She couldn’t remember when she had last eaten. She sounded the door chime repeatedly.
“Come in!” Aarons yelled, not stopping his preparations. Kay entered to find him elbow-deep in some type of sauce.
“I had no idea you could cook,” she said, genuinely admiring his endless talents. “What are we having?” She lifted a pot lid. Aarons grabbed the lid away from her and smacked her hand with his wooden spoon. “No peeking!” he snarled with all the attitude of a master chef.
Kay pretended to pout and retreated from his kitchen, finding a comfortable place on his couch. She shouted to him over the din of clanking pots and sizzling foods, “You know, I would help you, but I’m afraid I know positively nothing about cooking.” She stretched out lengthwise, propping her head on one hand and watched the spectacle. The delectable smells surrounded her. She breathed them in slowly, letting them dance on her tongue. For the first time in months, she felt safe and relaxed.
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Michael Aarons
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Boldly going forward 'cause I can't find reverse
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Post by Michael Aarons on Oct 13, 2010 1:28:46 GMT
TEG and Michael were bickering about the shuttle when the captain called for the staff to meet. The two of them set the whole affair aside and headed for the Observation Lounge.
Captain Jackson had the staff seated around the table. She watched as everyone came in and took their seats. She began by announcing the arrival at Ghelzak IV >which Stacey shall elaborate upon once she reads this (hint, hint).< She particularly took the time to mention that the weather down there was unusually cold to other planets and that the away members would need to be prepared for the cold when Aarons started fidgeting and wanted to add something. She half regretted yielding to his insistence.
"I have taken steps for that already." He bounded out the door leaving a rather puzzled senior staff to wonder if he had just abandoned the meeting. Within short minutes he burst into the room loaded with matching white boxes assisted by a junior officer; the same junior officer Kay had duped into assisting the ambassador. She shot her an "I hate you Kaylana" glance indicating how much she hated Kaylana for doing her that way.
Michael sat the boxes down in front of each of the staff members as if he knew to which they belonged. Having distributed them to each, he stood at the end of the table for all to see. He removed his jacket and then opened one of the boxes he withheld for himself.
"Not long ago, I sent a proposal to Starfleet Command and the General Quartermaster for these," he pulled out of the box what looked to be the very thing he had just taken off, except it wasn't, "and they've approved," he smiled.
The jacket he produced was longer than the uniform jacket (about just past the waist) and was made of a noticeably stiffer material. Toward the top a lapel was formed which fed into a stiff raised collar. The sleeves were tighter at the wrists and the colored band was now replaced with a solid and dotted red stripe on the left and two solid bands on the right indicating Commander 1st Class. The shoulders were the same but for the leathery material they were made of.
Everyone began pulling out their own jacket from the boxes; which were remarkably tailored to their unique sizes, division color, and rank. Stacey's jacket was particularly tailored to have a darker brown shoulder padding to differentiate her as the captain. Overall the whole thing looked exactly like a winterized uniform jacket. There was one extra little feature.
"I know y'all are really going to like this. Pockets!" He demonstrated by putting his hands into the well sized pockets at the bottom of the jacket. "Since the jacket blocks the usual access to tricorders or phasers the problem is now solved."
Michael pulled out of the box a pair of stylish gloves and slipped them on. Unlike normal gloves, these were pointed at the tips; no more mashing buttons as he demonstrated on a tricorder. A few began to try on theirs and found them to be remarkably comfortable.
"Beats those ridiculous shiny snow suits they're always packing us with," said Paikea.
"That's exactly what I was going for. Now we can keep warm and still say 'Hey look, we're Starfleet officers'. In fact we're the test bed for them." Stacey was truly impressed. And the best part was he actually asked first.
>Stacey then explained who was coming and mentions Michael doesn't because he'll continue working on the shuttle.<
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Michael Aarons
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Post by Michael Aarons on Oct 13, 2010 5:00:35 GMT
OFF: Sorry to play the back-post game here, but I got some screwed up priorities earlier. ON: Wearily, Kay walked to her quarters in the same way she had walked to Aarons’, numbly trying not to think about what she had seen – and touched.
Once in her sanctuary, Kay bee-lined for the shower. No matter she had just showered less than 3 hours ago. She felt so filthy and needed to scour away the grime both physically and mentally. Her usual 6 minute shower ritual extended to a full 15. She paid particular attention to scrubbing her hands over and over.
She dressed and headed back to Michael’s. On the way, she noticed how queasy she felt and wondered if she would be able to eat anything. Perhaps she could convince Michael to make it a dinner of cheese and crackers for her.
She approached his door and paused. ”Why is it I’m here?” she thought. “Is it for the company - the comfort in familiarity - the need for companionship? She didn’t let her mind think for more than an instant that it was for a hug, a lingering look, a touch of a hand…
Suddenly her sense of smell was heightened by a delicious aroma wafting from within. The nausea subsided, replaced by an insatiable hunger. She couldn’t remember when she had last eaten. She sounded the door chime repeatedly.The door slid open and Aarons was dressed rather lightly. Kay paused as the site of him brought back memories. A dream that maybe she had hidden because it was too frightening to be true or a fantasy that could all too easily become true. But it was too accurate a dream, portions she would never been able to know, standing there in his very attire. "Come in," he offered. He beckoned her to take a seat and so she waited finding a comfortable place on his couch. She stretched out lengthwise, propping her head on one hand and watched the spectacle. The delectable smells surrounded her. She breathed them in slowly, letting them dance on her tongue. For the first time in months, she felt safe and relaxed. “I had no idea you could cook,” she said, genuinely admiring his endless talents."And I had know idea you could play the tuba." "But I don't play the tuba." "Well then it's a good thing I had no idea or would look rather silly." "A very hard lesson I had to learn in my many acquaintances. All right, come on." He brought the plates over to the table. "Must have been real difficult to be around." "You wouldn't believe it; I hated that arrogant-" “What are we having?” As he brought the meal over he entreated her with the night's repas. "Shallots, simmered in oil with mushrooms... doo-dooake, oyster... chestnut, with garlic; cream whisked with egg, together poured over brown fillet of steak and baked for about 7 minutes." He had even managed to garnish the plate with a bit of asparagus and new potato. "With a simple seasoning of salt and pepper and touch of Parmesan on top." "This is impressive Michael." "Well even until the day he died of kidney failure, Gordon Ramsay was a Hell of a chef. Rumor has it he even cooked for the devil himself; although in retrospect that's probably not what 'Hell's Kitchen' meant." "You baked this?" He indicated a jury-rigged setup in the corner. "My own little makeshift oven. I rigged it to be used with a phaser." "You can do that?" she said as she was ready to take her first cooled bite. "Please, people have been doing that with coffee for years." Kay took her first bite. <Kay> "I'm sorry about the choice of drink although I could just break out the bottle of Snow Wine you gave me for my birthday." She shot an all-knowing look. "I think you and both know what'll happen if we did that." " I know, you only have what I tell you to go on." "Speaking of which I want to make absolutely sure what happened that night, hmmm." "You were just fall flat drunk, got up on the table and started doing the best of the Spice Girls." ;D "Who?" "They were a popular source for passive torture... either that or a way to ward off evil spirits and bringers of money." "That green thing," Kay stopped eating knowing full well she'd have to hear it. "The very fact that you put it on and then came straight to me already shouts volumes." <Kay> ~Later~"...[Y]ou used to hold underground rings on the ship." "Or as I liked to call it, 'Friday Night Sissy-Slap Fights'; 'It's all in the wrists.'" Two men enter, no shots to the face, only downward hand motions. "Don't you think that sounds a little suggestive?" "Oh please, the logo was this," he held up his arm and crooked his wrist. "I don't think anybody was going to get the wrong idea. Besides, it really is all in the wrists because if you keep them solid then you add the full force of your forearm into it instead of just flailing your hands around." "Whatever possessed you to start that?" "Men shrieking like girls amuses me." "What'd you do with that orange little get up from that one ordeal?" "I tossed it as soon as I could," she said averting his gaze. She lied, it had rotted at bottom of her closet 'til the final days of the Majesty, always meaning to be tossed and never did. "What about you? Whatever happened to that collar of yours?" "I vaporized it." He didn't smile which she pretty much believed. ~Even Later~"... o there's Hawk cuddling up with this egg, I'm itching in places, I didn't know you guys itched, and all I can think is 'oh yeah, breakfast'; he had the nerve to tell me it was mine."
"At least your's was fake, I couldn't tell which was real on me; and no, I didn't play with them!"
"Sure you didn't."
"Yeah, I bet I know where your hands B-lined to when you... you know..."
"That would not be lady-like."
"Who said you were a lady?"
"I don't know, it was a requirement for command so I just put it on the form; all things considered I probably should have just put down 'dude'." Kay looked around. The whole surrounding was like a trip into the past.
"Like what I've done? It's like my own little slice of Nerdvana." She had only been in here one time before and then she was too wasted to remember anything; and even when she had awoken, she hadn't taken in any of the details as she hot footed out. And yet here it was in perfect detail; maybe she was just thinking back to the way it was before on the Majesty. But the Majesty was lost and...
"Do you wear boxers or briefs?"
"Are you mocking me?"
"Pardon?"
"You think it's funny? You think you can just ask an awkward question and then just watch the person's response? That's my job sister!"
"Just answer the question."
"Briefs." Kay sat there. There was no look of surprise, no doubt in her mind.
"He's crashing here isn't he?" Michael's eyes shifted.
"...Yes." Kay stood up and walked toward the bedroom. The doors slid open to reveal an ugly set of over sized bandaged feet and the ghoul behind them.
"Oh hey, Captain! What's up?!" Death said laying on the bed.
"Why were you putting thoughts into my head earlier?"
"Jr. was just working on his dream-eater..."
"Don't give me that. The kids only just grown a sternum; he's not capable of such complex dreams."
"Alright busted... But you're wrong Captain, I don't put things in your mind, I only play around with what's already there. Think of it as just one scenario of something you already came up with." He re-merged with the etherium; only a disfigured smile lingering like a Cheshire.
She walked back to the table probably more conflicted than before. Aarons suddenly reached for a PADD and handed it to her.
"Here, I've been meaning to give this to you." She took it and, holding it properly, began to read.
"There is only one war...rich against..." She began to tear up. "It's from Bill."
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Kaylana Cornette
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Post by Kaylana Cornette on Oct 14, 2010 1:37:16 GMT
"You baked this?" He indicated a jury-rigged setup in the corner.
"My own little makeshift oven. I rigged it to be used with a phaser."
"You can do that?" she said as she was ready to take her first cooled bite.
"Please, people have been doing that with coffee for years." Kay took her first bite.
“Oh… my… mmmm… If heaven has a taste, this is it!” She closed her eyes savoring the flavors, trying to chew slowly and let the delectable morsel release its essence. “I’ve never tasted food like this before.” She took a bigger bite. “You realize you’ve ruined things between us now.”
Aarons looked at her questioningly.
“Now, I love you for your cooking.” Although her comment was lighthearted, it surprised even her. She hadn’t strung those three little words together in, sadly, a decade.
"I'm sorry about the choice of drink although I could just break out the bottle of Snow Wine you gave me for my birthday." She shot an all-knowing look.
"I think you and both know what'll happen if we did that."
"I know, you only have what I tell you to go on."
"Speaking of which I want to make absolutely sure what happened that night, hmmm."
"You were just fall flat drunk, got up on the table and started doing the best of the Spice Girls."
"Who?"
"They were a popular source for passive torture... either that or a way to ward off evil spirits and bringers of money." "That green thing," Kay stopped eating knowing full well she'd have to hear it. "The very fact that you put it on and then came straight to me already shouts volumes."
Her face blushed. “Look, I don’t really remember much of anything,” she lied. “The only reason I remember the green dress is that I had it on the next morning… luckily.” She shot him evil-eyed glance.
“Lucky for you I wasn’t overly tempted by the cut-down-to-there, and cut-up-to-there design,” he said, satisfied he was embarrassing her thoroughly. “You have great taste even when drunk.” He grinned smugly.
“Can we change the subject, please?” Kay wanted to forget her forward behavior and her recent all-too-vivid hallucination. She wanted to avoid thinking about why she had sought him out. In honesty, she was afraid of the answer. Tonight, she didn’t want to analyze herself or try to discover the reasons why she enjoyed his company. She simply wanted to enjoy his company.
"Alright busted... But you're wrong Captain, I don't put things in your mind, I only play around with what's already there. Think of it as just one scenario of something you already came up with." He re-merged with the etherium; only a disfigured smile lingering like a Cheshire.
She walked back to the table probably more conflicted than before. Aarons suddenly reached for a PADD and handed it to her.
"Here, I've been meaning to give this to you." She took it and, holding it properly, began to read.
"There is only one war...rich against..." She began to tear up. "It's from Bill."
Spilling over her lower eyelid and coursing down her cheek, the runaway tear was left there, glistening in the ambient light. She read and reread the first line over and over. Subconsciously, she caressed the PaDD as if the message written there made it animate and beloved.
“Number One; if you’re reading this then that means Death made it to your realm. I knew he could do it though he protested like a whining child. Nik’s here along with some of the crew.”
Kay looked up at Michael. “He says that Nik’s there with him! And the missing crew! That means they’re not dead!” She read on.
“Nik has told us the news and I’m sure you’ve had a hellavuh time not blaming yourself. You always were too serious. But, that’s what makes you a good captain. And from everything they’re telling me, you have been an excellent one. I’m proud of you, Number One. Christine says hello. We’ll probably stay here until she grows tired of it. Until then, all my best. BB. P.S. Death was supposed to bring you a present from me. Don’t let him keep it for himself.”
To her right, a dark mist collected into a shadowy form. His bony hand extruded from beneath his black cloak. In his palm was the glass orb “Big” Bill Kruse had given to her on the day she took command.
“How is this possible?” she thought. Shockingly, Death answered her.
“Bill asked me to pick this up on my way here and give it to you.” He handed it to her.
Kaylana turned it over and over, rubbing its cool, smooth exterior. The tears fell freely now. She suddenly was aware of Michael, his arm gently surrounding her shoulders as he looked over her shoulder, watching her gaze into the globe's iridescent colors of pink, green, blue and purple.
“What is it?” he asked.
“BB crossed over from the ‘diner’ to give me this right after I was named Acting Captain.”
“Does it mean something?”
“It’s a symbol… he had it on his desk throughout his captaincy. He referred to it as ‘the orb of power’, although it has no real power. It was an object he associated with taking on the Captain’s role. When he gave it to me, he was essentially giving me the Majesty.” She looked at him, her eyes pooling. "It was the one thing I would have gone back to save before leaving the Majesty."
Kay then looked up to thank Death, but he had vanished. Sternly, she said, “Good, I’m glad he’s gone. I don’t like him.” She pointed a finger at Michael. “And I don’t think it’s a good idea for him to room with you.”
“Why not? He’s very clean. No skin cells to shed. Not a lot of extraneous clothing. He never has to use the shower, or the head.”
“Quit being glib,” she chided. “I don’t trust him and neither should you.” Kay was especially cantankerous now that she knew Death was behind her explicit hallucinations. “Besides, I - “ Her tone quieted. “I wouldn’t want anything to happen to you.”
“I know, you just want another home-cooked meal,” he said, grinning.
“Yes, maybe,” she smiled back slightly. He had a way of constantly making light of serious moments, a trait that she needed tonight, but she also found frustrating. She tried again. “I just wanted to thank you for everything… you know… the meal, the titillating conversation... It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this much peace.” She pulled him close in a long embrace. Before releasing him, she gave him a light kiss. “Thank you.”
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Paikea Apirana
Commander 1C
I have decided to stick with love. Hate is too great a burden to bear.
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Post by Paikea Apirana on Oct 14, 2010 22:59:36 GMT
Glad that he would be allowed to work a little bit longer on the planet's weather problem. As he dwelled on the information that he had been provided by the captain, he realized that things were very out of the ordinary. If it was a natural occurring phenomena, there would be some evidence on the planet.
"Computer is there any evidence that these weather patterns happened on the planet in the last fifty thousand years?" Paikea asked which prompted the console in front of him to once again become active with information.
"No conclusive information available"
"What can you show me on the ambassador's planet?" she asked.
For the second time that day, Paikea cursed while on duty. He had not heard the XO walk into his office and once again he wanted to restrict access to his lab.
"Commander, I apologize for my language," Paikea said as he stood up and greeted the old Academy instructor.
"I'm sorry commander, I didn't mean to scare you." Yet somewhere, she was pleased that she had managed to let him jump out of his skin. "The information you had for me?" she prompted.
"That is the problem Commander, we do not have any recent information on the planet and according to the Captain, these weather related anomalies are a recent occurrence," Paikea said as he handed the commander all the information he had been studying.
(S'Reena)
"That being said I asked permission from the Captain to speak to the Ambassador and his entourage," Paikea said," I don't know if any of them will know and pertinent information, but it will not hurt us to ask."
(S'Reena)
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Kaylana Cornette
Captain
Creativity is allowing oneself to make mistakes; art is knowing which ones to keep.
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Post by Kaylana Cornette on Oct 16, 2010 16:13:17 GMT
Kay walked back to her room with a lighter step. Despite knowing she had seen a figment in her waking hours, and despite knowing that Death could only conjure up what was already there in her mind, Kaylana felt happy. The note from "Big" Bill had done more for her in five minutes than a lifetime of therapy. Never mind his words had done the impossible of crossing space/time barriers; that didn't matter to Kay. And, spending time with Michael had done wonders for her tattered heart and mind. The evening had been perfect and uninterrupted.
Uninterrupted. Kay suddenly felt panic. The question of why she hadn't been called upon in - she checked the time - the past four and a half hours made her worry. She was grateful for the time, of course, but fearful she had neglected her first priority. The last thing she wanted was for them to complain to the Captain. Jackson had enough on her plate. Of all people aboard, Kay knew that fact first hand. Plus, she didn't want to be the first officer in Starfleet history to face the firing squad.
Her way back to her quarters took her by the ambassadorial suites. Against her better judgment, but wanting to satiate her curiosity, she stopped there first.
The guard on watch lifted a finger to his lips and shushed her as Kay approached.
"What now?" Kay whispered.
He shrugged and whispered back. "I'm not sure. It's been quiet in there for the past five hours. I think they may be sleeping." He shrugged again.
Kay's eyes widened in surprise as she smiled and nodded. "Maybe my luck is changing." Calculating quickly, Kay figured the Ghelzaki's had been awake and causing turmoil for just over 49 hours. She gestured she was leaving for her quarters to get some sleep and the guard nodded. In sotto voce she told him to let her know when the Ambassador was awake, although, she knew full well she would be the first person to know when he was awake.
She didn't know how long of a respite she would have so she crawled into bed fully clothed. The good meal, her relaxed frame of mind, and her utter exhaustion led to an easy entry into slumber.
Cornette stirred as a voice, a maddening, loud voice, broke in to her dreams. She finally figured out it was the comm. The voice was barking her name over and over. She bolted from her warm nest of covers and answered. =^= “Yes… Cornette here.”=^=
=^=”You’re presence is requested in the… (Kay mouthed the words in exact synchronization with the voice) … in the Ambassador’s quarters.”=^=
=^=”On my way.”=^=
Kay got there just as the First Officer and the Science Officer arrived. She thought she noticed a slight look of relief on S’reena’s face to see Kay there.
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Post by SA. Stacey Jackson [Ret] on Oct 18, 2010 20:14:09 GMT
Palmer looked confused for a moment, what did he want?.. it was an odd question to get while trying to get a job as a security officer.. he wasn’t running for high office. He took a deep breath before replying. “Well Ma’am, I’m a Starfleet officer and I want to be where I can do the most for the ship and Starfleet… be that in Engineering or Security so be it.”
He stepped forward and took a closer look at her collection of weapons as she explained how she was trained to use them, he raised an eyebrow and replied. “Well I never trained in anything so complex Ma’am.. Boxing was as far as I got.”
“Perhaps you would be able to show me your skills at some point Ma’am?”
<Tag Chan>
***Ambassadors Executive Aide***
Bowing as the Amassador handed him the empty plate he walked over to the amost magical device that would make it disappear.. A repli..whatsit or whatever it’s name was. He placed the plate inside and watched closeley as the plate vanished in a sparkle of light. He had watched it every time to see if there was some trick involved.
The Ambassador had to be talked out of trying to cut a hole in the wall to check for a man who quickly took away dirty plates and the like. The door beeped and the Ambassador lazily waved his hand at it indicating he wanted it answered.
He walked over to the door and pressed the control. The door opened to reveal three people, one he recognised as Cornette and the other two he ould only assume where the people the ship’s Captain had told them about.
He bowed and ushered them inside. He looked to the Amassador and sighed as the Amassador nodded intently. “My Ambassador would like a question asked.. He demands to know why the Captain has not bothered to greet him yet.” He glanced back at the Amassador who nodded again.
This time he sighed heavily as he turned back and asked reluctantly. “Also he would also like to know why your so late.. he is a busy man and can’t be kept waiting for the arrival of underlings.”
<Tag Pai, Cornette, Hope>
***Jackson***
Finally, things had slowed down enough for her to relax, or at least relax as much as she could while reading and writing reports. She let out a deep breath as she reached for her cup of coffee, thoughts of crawling into bed began to nag at the back of her mind.
She ignored them though, picking up another report she was getting ready to get comfortable enough to sit there for a while to read it when the comm.. channel buzzed to life.
“Captain we are being hailed.” Came the voice, Jackson nodded as she replied. “Starfleet?”
the voice took a moment to respond she assumed he was checking the origin. “No Ma’am there is a Federation ship catching up to us.. Intrepid Class..”
Jackson frowned as she thought. Her eye opened wide as she said. “Intrepid.. Full stop!”
“All stop confirmed Ma’am.” The voice responded as Jackson stood up and walked toward the door to the bridge.
She stepped out and looked to the main viewer which now showed a grey blur getting bigger and bigger by the second. “Respond the hail tell them we are ready to receive the guest.. I’ll be in the transporter room.” With that Jackson left the bridge in the capable hands of her crew.
**Ten minutes later**
Jackson stood alone in transporter room one and watched as a blue shimmer appeared on the transporter Padd, after a few moments she stepped forward and said. “Admiral Welcome aboard.” TBC: will address the briefing in Aaron’s post then.
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Michael Aarons
Commander 1C
Boldly going forward 'cause I can't find reverse
Registered: Jun 27, 2003 18:19:57 GMT
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Post by Michael Aarons on Oct 19, 2010 5:58:47 GMT
“Yes, maybe,” she smiled back slightly. He had a way of constantly making light of serious moments, a trait that she needed tonight, but she also found frustrating. She tried again. “I just wanted to thank you for everything… you know… the meal, the titillating conversation... It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this much peace.” She pulled him close in a long embrace. Before releasing him, she gave him a light kiss. “Thank you.” Michael moved back slightly. "Well, if that's how you say 'thank you' I'd love to know how you say 'I owe ya' one'." She smiled. By now it was probably time that all good Starfleet officers got off to bed and though neither were, they did so anyway because all the ones who were wouldn't leave them alone about it the next day. The corsair in his trappings took the young maiden, a spoil of his most recent plunder, and bound her and her golden locks to the mighty spine of the ship.
"My dear girl I shall feast upon your unsmirched beauty and then steal you off to the high seas whereupon you shall be mine."
"Oh but no," cried Kaylana. Suddenly o'er the maiden's sigh rose a clanging of metal. Blades crossed as the corsair took notice and was set upon by the dashing young stalwart man. The corsair cursed his unholy language. The young hero leapt down onto the deck, his chiseled features cutting the air as he moved. His bosom heaved as he brimmed with confidence.
"Notice how my shirt, though tattered, remains in good fair, revealing parts of my bare chest and identifying me as the handsome young hero," he said.
"And notice how my use of coordinated dark colors and wide hat easily identifies me as the villain," the corsair said.
"And notice how, despite how far the roles of women have come in all these centuries, I'm still tied to this ship's mast, unable to do Jack Squat," posited the fair Kaylana. The handsome young man pointed his sword acknowledging his foe in challenge set forth his dare.
"I shall not let thee have her. Fear not my darling, for as he was a coward in taking you so shall he be a coward at the tip of my blade." The corsair drew his as they circled each other.
"Only those who are bold get what they want in life." Their blades met in close proximity as they awaited first blow. The two men locked their gaze as they sought the fear in the other's eyes.
Suddenly, first strike as they crossed swords, again, and again! The handsome young rogue dodged the corsairs lunge and met back with a lock of their hilts. Neither would give but the hero was stronger as they pushed off and continued to cross blades. But eventually their contest was past as the hero narrowly missed a jab from the corsair's sword and struck forth his own blade. The corsair was finished but in his final moments cried his own existence.
"The candle that burns brightest burns half as long." He fell clutching his heart.
"But your candle was of a scullery's stock," marked the hero, his chest heaving in a victorious glisten.
"Oh Michael, you are so much better suited to this look than Capt. Kirk!"
"That's because I'm actually thin." He flicked with his sword and the maiden was loosed her bonds. As he held her tight he drown in the pools of her eyes. Her breath tightened as she stared at his rugged good looks. He leaned in as they..." Aarons eyes shot open. "What the Hell was that?" "You know the way you people keep dreaming, you'd think there was something about this ship." Aarons looked over at Death. "D'you have something to do with this?!" he glared. "You can't write this stuff. I was WAY too entertained by that to do anything; it's all you." Confronted by this, Aarons was unable to make any sense of it. "You want to talk about it?" "Hell no!" "Good! Then stop hogging the sheets!" He snatched the blanket and then rolled over. I knew I should have gotten him his own room.In the wake of the moans of the thousand damned and abandoned that was Death's snore, Aarons wasn't quite running on as much sleep as he had hoped but was awake nonetheless as he made his way to the meeting. Although he had slept, it would be harder for him than usual; it also didn't help the burrito Death consumed before bed. Having made it through the meeting and making ground with his new design he was ready to start work on the Vachir. "This one goes here, that one goes there... Or this one there and that one... Hold on!" "Are you sure?" He stared at the instructions for a moment. "Oh wait, we've totally skipped a step. This is what you get for not reading the first paragraph." "Oh please all it said was 'Thank you for admitting I'm right, now sit back and shut up...' I wasn't about to read all that! You probably even snarked the user warranty." Aarons just stared at him. "My instructions are crystal and if you can't understand them then don't hesitate to admit defeat and just let me do it."
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Lorna Holsen
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Post by Lorna Holsen on Oct 19, 2010 14:35:50 GMT
Lorna had run an exhaustive battery of tests on Kay and had managed to locate a slight sensitivity to one of the components of her hangover cure. It was very unlucky that she had had such a strong reaction though. It was a relatively simple fix and as soon as it was administered Kay was free to go. Lorna had listened with mild amusement as Kay top the action she was on the verge of taking with the Major. She offered a warning about the dangers of training hard while the nerves in her arm were still healing but as had occurred so many times before Lorna had the distinct feeling that she was being ignored.
Further messages had gone out about physicals. Lorna had completed her own staff and had started on the senior staff, in the name of a good example. She was pretty sure that she would have to send out at least a second round of directives so she was slightly surprised when Michael Aarons appeared in sickbay of his own free will; her predecessor on the Majesty had left copious notes all over his medical file about his dislike of physicals. Then again considering that he made a beeline straight to Kay when entered sickbay maybe he wasn't motivated entirely by getting his physical done. Lorna smiled and walked over to him.
"It's good you came. Your file said I was supposed to wait an hour and then let security know." She shrugged slightly to indicate she thought this was possibly a little excessive and indicated for him to hop up on a bio-bed and let her get to work. "So, have you had any negative feelings lately?"
"No." Which was a somewhat unhelpful answer and she was nearly certain it was a lie. Since the loss of the Majesty all of her crew had suffered here and their with the loss of friends and their home. Goodness only knew that Lorna had.
"Any accidents?" She asked "No." Well that was good. There weren't any reported on his file either.
"Have you now or have you ever suffered any of the following: nausea, bleeding, constipation, headache, runny nose, diarrhoea, death, blurry eyes, or trouble breathing?"
"No. Is that really what you're supposed to ask?" Lorna gave an innocent look.
"It was in your file. Have you had any more trouble sleeping?" Again, this one had been very common among the former crew of the USS Majesty. Michael paused before responding.
"Well I recently had this one odd dream."
"Oh really, what happened?" Lorna continued to scan him.
"I was flying the ship when the space around us began to turn all funky and then suddenly we found ourselves in Infinite Crisis or Final Crisis; I'm not sure."
"What's that?" Lorna asked, she was mildly curious although nearly sure that this conversation what about to veer off down one of Aarons patented tangents
"It's where a bunch of crap happened and then didn't." Her theory was thus confirmed. Lorna decided to encourage him; if he was talking to her he wasn't going to either complaining or leaving sickbay and the scans were nearly donee.
"How was it?"
"It wasn't bad, although I could have done without the part where Captain Jackson played Wonder Woman. Or was it her mother Queen Hippolyta? I don't know she was saying a bunch of things Wonder Woman would say. I tried to recite the Green Lantern oath, but now that I look back, anything I tried to say was just a bunch of nonsense that sprung up in my head." Dr. Holsen finished her scan as he finished his epic babble.
"Well Commander, you are well and fit to go." He smiled and left sickbay pretty promptly.
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A while later
At the end of her shift Lorna returned to her quarters to find Cris clad in workout clothes and waiting for her.
"You remember Mari, right" Cris asked, she knew that Lorna knew all of her staff by name and she had managed to discuss Mari's issues with Lorna just after they shipped out.
Lorna nodded "That young nurse who hero worships you and needs to learn to duck" She noted the slight hint of green colouring her wife's cheeks.
Of course Lorna would phrase it that way.. Cris covered her embarrassment with a small smirk. "Yeap, that's the one. I arranged to meet her in one of the training rooms in about 10 minutes. You better go and get changed."
That was more or less what Lorna had expected from the moment Cris had mentioned Mari's name but it didn't stop her sighing dramatically as she walked into the bedroom to get her workout clothes. She paused a moment to hurl her uniform jacket at Cris. "You do realise I've only just got back from sickbay don't you? You may have been off today but I've been busy treating the ship's ills."
Cris laughed and caught the accurately thrown jacket. "There wouldn't be any point inviting you if you were still on duty." She smiled as Lorna muttered some curses in her general direction. "besides which two heads are better than one. And two people are much better than one for demonstrating self defence. You know that."
Lorna did indeed know that self-defence was easier to teach with two teachers rather than one. She was sure she had used very similar words when 'borrowing' Cris for a lesson once or twice. She couldn't really complain now and she didn't really mean the complaints she was making and she knew that Cris knew it. It took Lorna five minutes to change into her workout kit and then four minutes to get down to where they were meeting Mari. It was going to be a fun but not exactly relaxing evening.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2010 20:25:04 GMT
During his delay in vocal response, Xin-Ling noted his somatic reaction. The slight tightening of the lieutenant’s eyebrows as he tried to process the unexpected question posed by the Asian Officer, the hesitancy, all these were items she silently studied during that brief period. If she had to instruct him, it would provide her first clues as to the type of new student she would be teaching.
This was not the answer for which Xin-Ling had hoped. It was too generic. Ah, well… she thought. Later, I ask him again….
”That okay. Kung fu include boxing; in fact, sometimes called ‘Chinese boxing’.”
Lieutenant Palmer silently nodded his head.
She did not mean to imply his skills were meager because he was unfamiliar with her style of combat, but was simply building a bridge between the two styles in the hope of making it easier for him to attempt a crossing if he so desired.
“Perhaps we see. If holodeck is open for use, we try you out. It would be good to see your skill level in combat situation. Is that okay?”
<Tag – Lt. Palmer>
She did not really care to answer this question. Most advanced students in the martial arts would not “perform”, but it was entirely possible Lieutenant Palmer, especially if he transferred to Security, would indeed see her “perform”, whether or not it was on this mission, whether or not it was in a controlled situation.
She nodded briefly, acknowledging the possibility.
“Are you prepare to demonstrate your boxing skills now?”
<Tag – Lt. Palmer>
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Kaylana Cornette
Captain
Creativity is allowing oneself to make mistakes; art is knowing which ones to keep.
Registered: Jun 4, 2003 8:01:59 GMT
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Post by Kaylana Cornette on Oct 22, 2010 17:00:58 GMT
The door opened to reveal three people, one he recognised as Cornette and the other two he could only assume were the people the ship’s Captain had told them about.
He bowed and ushered them inside. He looked to the Ambassador and sighed as the Ambassador nodded intently. “My Ambassador would like a question asked. He demands to know why the Captain has not bothered to greet him yet.” He glanced back at the Ambassador who nodded again.
This time he sighed heavily as he turned back and asked reluctantly. “Also he would also like to know why you’re so late. He is a busy man and can’t be kept waiting for the arrival of underlings.”
Kay watched intently as S’reena’s face tightened and Pai seemed taken aback. Slipping in front of the two, Cornette faced the onslaught, as was now becoming so routine.
“My sincerest apologies to the Lord Prefect,” she began genially. “Ship’s business has detained the Captain from making a personal greeting to you and your delegation.” Without pausing – she knew better than to allow a gap for them to inject more demands – she continued. “As for our late arrival…” Kaylana gave a stifling look to her two comrades, hoping they would let her offer the explanations. “Prior duties have kept us from adhering to our previous schedule and we can only beg your forgiveness…”
“Silence, you!” The Ambassador threw up his hand, halting Kay’s soliloquy. “I have heard enough excuses from you.” He gave her a sideways look of disgust. “I want to hear from that one,” he said, pointing directly at S’reena. “She will explain to me why I have been ignored and treated so poorly or I will tell the Captain to shoot her too!” he boomed.
Cornette struggled to keep from showing her alarm. She didn’t know the First Officer well, but had already been advised of her temper. She saw the tell-tale signs of Hope’s rising blood pressure. ”This is not good; not good at all,” Kay thought worriedly.
<Hope>
Cutting her off mid-sentence and stepping in between the two, Kay laughed nervously. “She’s kidding. Joking, … you know… not really being serious.” She tittered again lightly as she physically turned S’reena away from the confrontation. She threw her arm around her, guiding her away from Oxill and whispered in her ear. “Please, believe me, I know it’s difficult to deal with him, but we’re under orders to maintain good diplomatic relations with the Ghelzakians. Now, just calm down… take a few deep breaths… that’s it…” Kay patted her shoulder. “This all will end soon.” Kay was talking to herself as much as she was to S’reena.
Cornette left Hope to her fuming and tried a different technique.
The Science Officer still looked like a proverbial deer in headlights, but at least he wasn’t volatile, so Kay tried him. “Lord Prefect, this is Commander Paikea Apirana and I believe he has some questions for you about the weather conditions on Ghelzak IV.” Kay gave him an encouraging nod.
<Apirana>
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