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Post by Savot on Sept 8, 2010 3:40:00 GMT
[MU Outpost Lambda 4]
"Don't think I can handle it?", Garrett countered in a manner vaguely reminiscent of her counterparts.
The assassin gave her a blank look and raised an eyebrow as he replied, "I haven't been particularly inspired by your group's ability to handle anything, though at least you seem better focussed than the others."
He then internally rolled his eyes as she gave an off-hand comment about his not having anticipated this situation. He didn't respond this time; however, as he couldn't care less what her assessment of his skill was. Before he'd left his universe to propose this plan to Starfleet he'd obviously used his sources to check into the status and whereabouts of the El Salvador's senior staff. Mirror Savot had had no way to know Starfleet would do something as grossly incompetent as replace nearly half of those officers mere hours before crossing into a parallel universe, so he'd had no idea those replacements even existed and as such hadn't looked into their doubles' situations.
Before he could expound on Garrett's request to know more about the role she was playing, his echo's First Officer returned bearing an energy burn and spoke, "Report Commander?"
Savot stayed quiet since it was apparent Garrett was the target of the question, and soon she was up to speed again. Not that there was any actual progress to report, only more degrees to which the out-of-towners had fouled up the operation. Jackson managed to get the Doctor focussed again for the moment and then instructed the vulcan to get them to the docks.
Even as he moved to do so; however, pandemonium broke out. As the crowd flailed about chaotically, a Cathar who appeared extremely far down on her luck tried to bump into the group and 'liberate' something she could use or sell. Savot could easily have killed her but when you spared someone's life they owed you, and a nimble Cathar could prove useful to other jobs down the line perhaps. So instead he merely caught her hand and squeezed the knuckles together breaking them all in the process; she hissed in pain and supported the arm with her good hand as she fled into the crowd.
Re-assessing the status of his 'teammates', only years of mental discipline kept him from rolling his eyes and groaning in irritation. The Doctor had gone and shot the man he was convinced was his husband and was now in the process of freaking out over it, only to finally become focussed and declare vengeance. The assassin felt it would probably just be detrimental to the situation if he pointed at that it was the Doctor's fault and as such if anyone was to 'pay for this' it would have to be him.
Mirror Savot turned to face both commanders and spoke sharply but not loudly to pierce the local din of calamity, "That's it, we have to abort the hack attempt and physically take the cargo ship. We give your vessel the shield frequencies to withstand the time difference and then your captain and I take the cargo ship in and beam aboard right along with the supplies. Tell the rest of your group to retreat to your shuttle and leave."
<Jackson and/or Garrett>
Without waiting to see if they agreed the assassin flowed through the crowd towards the docks. He'd take the ship by himself if he had to; after all from what he'd seen so far he certainly couldn't do any worse on his own...
**************************************************** [El Salvador: Ready Room]
Savot sat at his desk reviewing the repair logs from the minor damage they'd sustained during crossover. Even as he perused the data via his console though, Commander Delbridge entered the room to give an in-person report. He raised his hand to start gesticulating as he usually did when he spoke, only to do a double-take when he saw a form on the couch bundled in the U.F.P. Flag.
A delightfully surprised smile turned into a look of terror as the gladness of the girl still being with them gave way to the realization that she was also in very great danger with them too. Delbridge turned to demand an explanation from his vulcan friend but Savot pre-empted him with a shake of his head. "I do not know how she managed to remain behind, and I share your concern for her safety. But all we can do now is our utmost to ensure no harm comes to her, and I assure you I intend to do just that", Savot explained softly so as to avoid waking the sleeping girl.
Delbridge let out a sigh and nodded his head in agreement, "Yeah you're right Elfis. I guess she wasn't afraid of you eating her alive this time around huh?" As usual, Delbridge ended the moment on a chuckle, albeit a soft one...
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Post by SA. Stacey Jackson [Ret] on Sept 8, 2010 15:48:57 GMT
She was pushed to the side as the shooting started, no doubt someones valiant attempt to make sure she didn’t get shot. She fell the floor with a heavy thud normally this would have not been a major problem, but she happened to land on her already injured arm. She remained on the ground for a moment fighting back the urge to throw out more than a few profane words before she heard the doctors frantic cries.
Standing up she was about to offer comfort when she heard Mirror Savot’s demand to return to the shuttle craft, Pulling her phaser out of her shirt she tan in front of him and stood in his way, she pressed the phaser hard against his chest, knowing full well if he wanted to he could kill her there.
“I give the orders around here!” She barked loudly. “I don’t know who the hell you think you are… this is my team.. my people we do it MY way.”
She glared at him as she lowered her voice but let non of the anger out of it. “You presume to order any of my people around again… I’ll shoot you.. you make one more remark about my people again.. I’ll shoot you.. and if you think Starfleet would give a damn you would be dead wrong.”
She tapped her comm. badge and said. “Jackson to Shuttle craft.. Computer lock down all shuttle functions authorisation Jackson Theta two.” She glared again at Savot knowing only her command code would allow it to be usable, or in the case of her death or incapacitation Garrett’s. “Oh and I had Captain Savot’s command codes disabled before we left just in case that is running through your mind Mister Savot.”
She noticed some of the other officers looking at her strangely, she assumed at first it was the shock of seeing the normally calm and jovial Jackson threatening to kill someone and meaning every word of it. It didn’t take her long though to feel the blood now coming profusely out of her wound and running down her arm.
She began to feel light headed and her vision became blurry, realising she probably only had precious few moments before she passed out she said. “Garrett.. you do.. not leave until we have… what we came for.. that is a direct order… and if he tries to force the issue.. shoot him.. also a direct order.” She blinked heavily a few times as she forced herself to remain standing. “We… leave… now … and take up his plan … Captain Savot’s life is practically forfeit… and I don’t see his double breaking a sweat to save anybodies life but his own.. must not. Fai.” Her eyes blinked for the last time before her legs buckled and she fell backwards. She was out cold before she hit the floor. <Tag Savot, Nathan, Megan>
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Post by Savot on Sept 8, 2010 17:38:28 GMT
[MU Outpost Lambda 4]
This time the assassin did roll his eyes as Commander Jackson valiantly stood in his way getting worked up over a situation that wasn't even occurring. He blamed the arm wound and her increasing blood loss for the fact that she thought he intended to go back to the Mini-Sal and flee, when he actually planned to seize the Penance's cargo ship so they could have both the shield frequencies needed for the El Salvador to enter the asteroid base, and the cargo vessel itself which he, his double, and however many other sterling examples of Starfleet training the good Commodore chose to bring along, could use for their ingress. With a brief glance at her arm to confirm the rate of blood loss he thought she was undergoing, Mirror Savot merely crossed his arms casually for a few moments and waited patiently until she hit the ground.
Alas, Jackson was spared the minutely amusing thud by one of 'her people' managing to catch her as she fell, but even as they tended to her Savot turned to Garrett as she was now in command of the away team.
"I have neither intent nor interest in leaving until we get, as your stalwart commander put it, what we came for. My... recommendation was for you to send the others, the ones attempting to hack the station's network, back to your cleverly named shuttlecraft and depart while we proceed to the cargo ship and take it for ourselves. Both ships then return to the El Salvador and we can begin the main phase of our mission", Savot spoke calmly still cross-armed in the middle of a riot as though it were a Sunday brunch.
"However, as these are your people we'll do it your way. Though I would recommend coming to a decision before any more of your personnel succumb to critical injuries or emotional breakdowns", the vulcan somehow said without seeming to drip scorn or sarcasm in the slightest.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2010 19:13:38 GMT
Though he had told her off before because he truly desired to pass off his role as assistant, Nathan now sped to Stacey's side and caught her in his arms, gently lowering her further to the ground before she could get hurt worse. "I'm so sorry, " he whispered to her before glaring up at Savot, a clear amount of venom in his voice. "Why don't you just shut up already and let us do what we're trained to do." With that, of course, he meant the Starfleet members of their team, because in all truth, what usefulness had he shown so far?
Nathan didn't wait for the reply, could care less if the assassin even gave one in fact and refocused on Stacey. He carefully pulled the fabric of her shirt away from the injury, before ripping the sleeve off altogether. He folded it into a wad and pressed it against the bleeding gash with all his might, now oblivious to the rest of the team. He had eyes for his patients only, softly talking to her even though he knew she probably couldn't hear him.
Briefly letting go of the wad, he shrugged out of his own shirt and ripped it to shreds so he could fix the wad to the injury. He had no time to cauterise anything as they obviously needed to move. "I'll carry her," he announced, grateful for the fact that he had strong arms due to his extensive swimming.
[USS El-Salvador, readyroom]
Yarna stirred but didn't wake immediately. Instead, she fussed for a few minutes until finally sitting up, eyes wide in confusion. For a moment, she didn't recognise her surroundings and was about to cry when she recognised the two people that were with her in the room. The little girl clutched the makeshift blanket around her, severely wrinkling it in the process as she stared from Human to Vulcan, then back to Human.
She opened her mouth a few times to say something, but everytime she seemed to change her mind. She sensed something, a clear concern coming from the both of them, but not all of it was for her. Yet, she couldnt just sit here, she felt scared, utterly scared because she didn't know why she was still here, and why her mother wasn't coming from her. What was worse, she didn't sense her mother at all.
She slid off the couch and crawled onto Delbridge's lap, giving him a firm hug before releasing him and giving Savot the same treatment. However she remained clinging to him; while she liked and trusted Delbridge, it just wasn't the same. "I'm scared," she whispered softly, taking into account that Vulcans had quite sensitive hearing. "I want mommy..." She wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face against his shoulder.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2010 0:15:15 GMT
"I haven't been particularly inspired by your group's ability to handle anything, though at least you seem better focused than the others," Savot replied dryly, and although it was a little nice to hear the compliment, considering it was veiled in an insult to the rest of the crew it came across as significantly less complimentary, so she decided to just ignore it.
Before she could get any more information on her mirror, however, Commander Jackson had joined them, looking strangely pale and emotionally numb. “Report, Commander?”
Deciding to ignore her senior officer’s condition, at least for the moment, Megan replied, “I was apparently recognized as my Mirror and was attracting too much attention, so I’ve left Lieutenant Morgan in charge of Ensign Clark and Commander Tavik for retrieving the codes. The three of us were just heading to an entertainment hub near the docking ports to attempt to retrieve any information that might be useful to this mission,” she reported.
“We’ve been here much too long. We have friends out there just ready to be detected by an over-zealous ship. I’ve got an Ensign fresh out of the Academy with a Commander I don’t know, doing who knows what,” Stacey replied, clearly frazzled, before turning to the doctor and requesting, “Once we have made it to this docking port, I need you to look at my shoulder, just stop the bleeding, no fancy work, we don’t have time,” Jackson ordered.
"Later, when Garrett allows me to do so," was Nathan’s reply, which had Megan cringe. Obviously, he didn’t fully understand the concept of playing a role solely in an undercover sense. Only good news in his reply was that maybe he would behave himself for now…
“Get us there quickly, Mister Savot, and let’s get this done. I tire of this charade,” Jackson ordered with a heavy sigh, but almost before the final word had left her mouth, there was Mirror Jayden, standing and staring at them, his eyes darting back and forth between them, while clearly trying to figure out what was going on. No one said a word, and Megan was just waiting for him to say something she could work off of when some kind of riot broke out in the crowd. People were pushing and screaming, and almost instinctively, everyone ended up ducking for cover, not really knowing what was happening. Her hand resting on her phaser, Commander Garrett didn’t pull it out because in the chaos she would be just as likely to hit one of their own unintentionally. Unfortunately, Nathan didn’t seem to realize this, but he couldn’t hear her call out a warning, and before she could get to him, he had already fired it haphazardly, and as luck would have it, struck Mirror Jayden in the chest.
In spite of the ill-timed, ill-aimed nature of the shot, it at least seemed to thin the crowds, which began to quickly disperse in all directions, leaving an absolutely hysterical doctor behind. This was such a disaster, Megan didn’t even know where to begin to pick up the pieces. Her only thought was that they had to get Nathan out of here now. He was more than a liability at this point, and it was clear they would accomplish nothing with him here.
Unfortunately, it seemed Mirror Savot had reached the same, albeit broader conclusion. "That's it, we have to abort the hack attempt and physically take the cargo ship. We give your vessel the shield frequencies to withstand the time difference and then your Captain and I take the cargo ship in and beam aboard right along with the supplies. Tell the rest of your group to retreat to your shuttle and leave," the assassin insisted, turning to leave.
Megan couldn’t really blame him, but Commander Jackson wasn’t quite so understanding. “I give the orders around here! I don’t know who the hell you think you are, but this is my team, my people. We do it MY way. You presume to order any of my people around again, I’ll shoot you, you make one more remark about my people again, I’ll shoot you, and if you think Starfleet would give a damn, you’d be dead wrong,” she threatened, opening a channel. “Jackson to shuttlecraft, computer lock down all shuttle functions, authorization Jackson Theta 2,” she ordered, turning to Savot. “Oh and I had Captain Savot’s command codes disabled before we left just in case that is running through your mind Mister Savot.”
At that moment, the remaining color seemed to drain out of Commander Jackson’s face, and she wavered on her feet. What had been a mere spot of blood was growing larger, and the red liquid was now dripping down her arm to her hand. “Garrett, you do not leave until we have what we came for. That is a direct order, and if he tries to force the issue, shoot him, also a direct order,” Stacey insisted, even as her voice grew weaker and her words punctuated by pauses. “We leave now and take up his plan, Captain Savot’s life is practically forfeit, and I don’t see his double breaking a sweat to save anybody’s life but his own…must not...fail...” the First Officer concluded before slumping toward the deck.
Somehow, her deteriorating condition had fortunately attracted the attention of Nathan, who had moved over in time to catch the falling woman before she hit the ground, and he immediately began to tend to her. Glad that at least the doctor’s attention was distracted for the moment, Megan faced Savot, who appeared as displeased as she felt. "I have neither intent nor interest in leaving until we get, as your stalwart commander put it, what we came for. My recommendation was for you to send the others, the ones attempting to hack the station's network, back to your cleverly named shuttlecraft and depart while we proceed to the cargo ship and take it ourselves. Both ships then return to the El Salvador and we can begin the main phase of our mission. However, as these are your people, we'll do it your way. Though I would recommend coming to a decision before any more of your personnel succumb to critical injuries or emotional breakdowns,” Savot suggested dryly.
Taking a single deep breath and letting it out slowly, Megan took a brief moment to survey the situation. Jackson’s collapse had initiated another panic, perhaps from the perception that she’d been shot as well, and there were now more people, running in all directions around them, fighting breaking out and things flying in all directions. The good news was that in the commotion, the people following her had vanished. However, the doctor and Jackson were at risk of being trampled, so that was the first order of business. Opening a channel to the shuttle, the Commander gave her orders. “Lock onto Commander Jackson and Doctor van Brueghel and beam them back to the shuttle. Under no circumstances is the doctor to leave the shuttle. Sedate him if you have to,” she added, closing the channel.
<Tag Nathan>
Once the pair dematerialized safely, Megan moved off, assuming that the Mirror version of Savot would follow, and only when they were out of the riot, did she speak again. “I’m not entirely ready to pull the other team. For all we know, they could be close to success. Right now, I am more inclined to focus on retrieving additional information. If we return to the shuttle to rendezvous with the other team and discover that they failed, we’ll deal with it then. For now, I do have a plan, but it is up to you whether or not you wish to participate. It will probably go more quickly with your assistance, but the choice is yours,” she offered.
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OOC: I was requested to take over writing Lieutenant Morgan at least for the time being.
A slight smirk crossing his face, Morgan just shook his head. He didn’t know what Valad had just pulled, and perhaps didn’t want to know, but it had at least diverted attention from their destination. “Nice work,” the Lieutenant offered, before focusing back in on the task at hand. “Alright, we’ll try this again...at least this time, we know what to look for that we don’t want. My suggestion would be for Ensign Clark to access the circuitry of the console to alter the administrative functionality and gain greater access while Commander Tavik attempts to retrieve the information. That might get us what we are actually looking for.”
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"I’m more of the type to just keep things to myself, as you've seen. I have tried to divert many of the questions," John replied, and Marina could easily see he was still uncomfortable with the topic. "I should really be getting back to the bridge to find out how the away team is getting on, but then I haven't been down here too long for anything too eventful to happen. By now though I should imagine they will be on the station itself. I'll go and check in soon, at least finished my drink first!" Roberts added with a grin, taking another sip of his drink.
Taking a sip of her own drink, Marina shifted awkwardly in her chair. She certainly hadn’t intended for the conversation to go this way or for them to discuss such a serious topic so soon. It was just like her to mess up so fast. She needed to think of something else to talk about, something happy or casual, but of course, nothing was coming to mind, no matter how hard she tried to think. It was also just like her brain to be uncooperative when she needed an idea the most. “Well, and if anybody died, I’m sure they would have called you,” she finally replied, instantly regretting such a stupid comment, especially considering Megan was on the away team. “Uh...not that I think that would happen or will. I mean, I’m sure everybody knows what they’re doing. That’s what training is for, right?” she added with an awkward chuckle. “I’m sorry... I’m a morone...just shoot me now,” she lamented.
Before he could reply, Marina continued rambling, not knowing whether she was making it worse or better. “I’m so incredibly awkward…sometimes the stupidest things come out of my mouth before I can stop them, and then once I realize what I’ve just said, I do try to take it back, and it only makes it worse. I’m sorry…seriously, just tell me to shut up, and I will this time, because I probably should... I must be the most awkward person ever…”
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Post by sclarke on Sept 11, 2010 1:13:42 GMT
Sarah watched as Valad went and created some sort of distraction for them to slip past more guards. She seen him come close to herself and Lieutenant Morgan seeming to pass by the now fighting crowd. This was a great plan, yes, but it was a little wreckless. Then again she remembered her mirror version now knocked out on the floor in the control room. They needed to get these codes and get out of here before any more discoveries could be made.
"Oops."
A slight smirk crossing his face, Morgan just shook his head. He didn’t know what Valad had just pulled, and perhaps didn’t want to know, but it had at least diverted attention from their destination. “Nice work,” the Lieutenant offered, before focusing back in on the task at hand. “Alright, we’ll try this again...at least this time, we know what to look for that we don’t want. My suggestion would be for Ensign Clark to access the circuitry of the console to alter the administrative functionality and gain greater access while Commander Tavik attempts to retrieve the information. That might get us what we are actually looking for.”
Sarah muffled the overwhelming urge to roll her eyes at Tavik when he approached them. The stunt he pulled was indeed successful, if not extremely wreckless what if it hadn't worked. She heard the next suggestion. Thanks to her previous attempt she had learned a great deal not only about hacking, but also about the systems this particular starbase used. "Shouldn't be a problem I will lead the way." She led the pair inside another control room that was completely deserted. She took out a set of fusion cutters and removed the console's nearby panel. Carefully she would begin to rewire the contents of the bulkhead. A slight spark would ensue, but she was unharmed on the console it would show access as if a high ranking officer on the starbase had just successfully entered an override code.
"There, now if this doesn't work I vote for pickpocketing someone!"
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Post by Savot on Sept 12, 2010 3:43:01 GMT
[MU Outpost Lambda 4]
Mirror Savot breathed a metaphorical sigh of relief as the doctor and unconscious Commander Jackson were transported back to the Mini-Sal with orders to be kept there for the duration of this leg of the mission. He shrugged at Garrett's unwillingness to abort the hack attempt, since it wasn't his team he didn't particularly care what happened to them so long as it didn't complicate his job, and followed her through the rapidly dispersing crowd.
She explained that she had a plan but rather than ask what its details were the assassin simply kept moving with her and waited patiently for her to elaborate. If her plan was worth attempting, so much the better, if not he could use her as a distraction so he could board the cargo freighter more easily...
*************************************************** [El Salvador: Ready Room]
The two officers stopped talking shop as little Yarna woke and made her presence known in her typically friendly manner, though this time there was understandably more alarm guiding her than mere friendliness. Delbridge, surprised a bit that the girl thought well enough of him to seek comfort in a hug, took a second to respond but supportively patted the girl's bag before she slipped off to seek solace with his vulcan friend. The human shook his head a bit in wonder at how well the girl seemed to take to the typically stoic captain, and smiled at the cuteness of the sight in spite of the dire circumstances that surrounded them.
Though he'd never before done so, Savot instinctively assisted Yarna in her ascent and blinked in slight surprised as she hugged herself to him. It didn't bother him at all though many vulcans would be displeased at that level of direct contact; Savot was merely surprised that Yarna apparently judged him as a suitable source from which to seek reassurance, though admittedly with her family absent her options were reduced. He slowly returned her hug as she whispered her concerns.
The captain nodded as he replied softly as well, but more-so to be soothing than out of concern for her acute hearing, "I understand Miss Yarna, and I must apologize. Your mother was quickly summoned for important work elsewhere, and with the El Salvador busier than usual the shuttlecraft must have accidentally left you here on the ship."
Delbridge frowned, saddened to see the sweet little girl distressed, and tried to cheer her up a little, "Suuure, that's the official story." He leaned forward in his chair to whisper, though it was obvious both Yarna and Savot could hear him so his secrecy was clearly feigned, "Truth is when he heard you were leaving the cap'n was crying so hard the crew were getting nervous, and asked them to lend you to us for a little while longer. Crying vulcans are scary." Delbridge ended with a sagely nod as though sharing a fundamental truth of the cosmos, then shuddered a bit to prove his point.
Savot stared blank-faced at his long-time friend, eyebrow raised as though curious to see what the finished product would look like on Delbridge's canvas of silliness. At the end, he shook his head slowly as though sympathetic that his friend was forced to endure himself without reprieve, though his mouth seemed close to quirking into a smile... well, close for a vulcan anyway.
"My own contentment at still sharing your company notwithstanding, I promise you we will keep you safe and return you to your mother as soon as we possibly can", Savot began, "But right now we're on an important mission, and a great many lives depend on us so we cannot go to your mother right away, and for that I do apologize. You may remain with me until our away team returns, at which time I would ask your help with something very important if you feel you are up to it."
"My goldfish Alfred is in a tank in my quarters. When I have to leave the ship for my part in the mission, would you be willing to watch over him on my behalf? Commander Delbridge would be happy to assist you and keep you company I'm sure, but if you prefer to wait in your family's former quarters that is entirely acceptable as well", Savot bowed his head slightly to the little girl on his lap to confirm that her feeling as comfortable as possible under the circumstances was the important thing.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2010 4:22:18 GMT
With the assassin attempting the strong, silent routine, Megan continued. If he thought her plan was stupid, so be it. “With a major construction project like that, specialists are quite frequently contracted to do installations or work on specific systems. Therefore, there are people coming and going at a regular pace. Considering the time differential, the transfer rate would actually be increased in this case. Most likely with the high level of secrecy, transports wouldn’t be used, so they’d be returning and arriving along with the supplies, going through this base to catch a transport to or from their destinations. Instead of talking to the freighter crews, who would only know so much information, I think we should target the engineers who’ve actually been inside to learn about the security in place, clearance required to gain access, those sorts of things,” Commander Garrett explained while they made their way through the crowds, careful to avoid actually saying the word “Penance” which could attract unwanted attention should anyone catch even just that single name.
“I can get the information, though my specific approach will vary depending on the target. If I were doing this on my own, I’d work my way through potential targets until I had found one who had what I was looking for, but with you here, you should be able to narrow down who would have that information more easily. You know this universe, you can blend into the crowd, overhear things, recognize more quickly what a contract engineer would look like... We don’t exactly have the time for me to try a hit and miss approach. Most likely I would have only one, maybe two shots at this,” Megan estimated. It appeared they had arrived at their destination now. A large, open kind of social establishment, it still had the slightly darkened lighting, and hazy kind of atmosphere conducive to mingling and hook ups, but with its direct proximity to the docking areas, it had a mix-business-with-pleasure type of feel, which probably made it one of the less seedy bars on the station. It worked.
There were lots of information displays on the walls outside, various open jobs, items for sale, people looking for work... It wasn’t concentrated in one area, but spread out across the bulkheads, so Megan picked a quieter area and faced a display as if reading it. “I’ve lost those following me for the moment, but I could easily attract attention again if I stay like this. I’m heading to the ladies room to alter my appearance enough to perhaps keep them thrown off. If you wish to assist, you can begin preemptively scanning the room. I’ll be at the bar and watch for your signal once you’ve identified a target. If not, I’ll see you back at the shuttle,” the Commander informed him, not having looked at him once since they left the previous chaos. After taking a single step, she paused, and added, “Just in case you do decide to stick around, I’ll probably be a blonde,” before she entered the bar.
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Once inside, Megan slowly made her way in the direction the signs indicated, while also taking in her surroundings. She was looking specifically at what the women were wearing, at least those who weren’t obviously “working.” In this situation, she needed to balance blending in, with at least appearing fairly attractive, but not too attractive. Fortunately, she passed enough people on her way to get a good idea of what sort of look she should be aiming to achieve. Once inside and by herself, the Commander, reached inside her boot and retrieved a hypospray, which she administered. She didn’t plan on drinking much, but considering her low tolerance for alcohol, it was better safe than sorry, always, which was why she carried it. Second, she retrieved a small, portable holoemitter and attached it to her sleeve. It was the easiest way to alter her appearance, plus, Mirror Savot was unlikely to ask her any questions about how, unlike the rest of the crew, so it was a safe gamble.
A few minutes later, she emerged with long, wavy dirty blonde hair and a simple, civilian outfit somewhat similar to what she had been wearing before but with a markedly different color scheme, cut to fit her better, and less…severe in styling. It would alter her enough to hopefully prevent her being recognized as much, not attract too much attention, and look good enough to at least hold attention once she’d sought it. At least, that was the goal... Once situated at the bar, Megan ordered a drink, glad she didn’t have to care about its alcohol content, and then spun around to survey the bar, looking to see if Savot deemed her plan reasonable enough to continue to accompany her and assist with its execution.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2010 18:38:03 GMT
Nathan didn't argue when he was transported back to the shuttle. The station wasn't a place to treat the injured first officer anyway, and while the shuttle wasn't the most ideal place either it was still safer than out there. With Stacey hanging limp in his arms, he materialised inside the shuttle, a most annoyed security officer at is side.
"You don't have to worry about me leaving," he assured the security officer, "I have no intention of going out into that madhouse, let alone anger Commander Garrett any more than I apparently already have done. I'm not blind sir, I could see her annoyance. But alas I am who I am..." He paused. "Am I angry over Jayden's death? Most definitely, and I'd like nothing more than to avenge his death. But right now, Commander Jackson has my priority. And if you're just going to be in my way then I don't want to hear you. Otherwise...I'm open to your assistance."
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Nathan turned his back on the security officer and placed Stacey on a retractable bed which he'd extracted from the bulkhead. "Don't worry Stacey, I won't leave you on your own...and I'm really sorry for talking to you like I did...for ignoring you when you needed me. I'm really sorry." He worked feverishly, stripping her of her uniform top, though leaving her in her undershirt so he could get at the injury. "We'll get you back to sickbay as soon as possible, I promise...just stay with me Stacey. If you can hear me, just squeeze my hand and if you can talk just talk about something unimportant."
He babbled along as he worked, probably annoying the other officer to pieces but he could care less.
== USS El-Salvador ==
Yarna's face lit up at the mention of a goldfish named Alfred. "You have a fish?" she asked, clearly not believing it. "Mommy said Vulcans don't really keep fish...because fish are unintelligent and well...boring. Why do you have a fish?"
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Valad Tavik
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Post by Valad Tavik on Sept 18, 2010 23:10:15 GMT
The second attempt at gaining the codes the El Salvador team needed was well under way. Having already voiced his confidence in Clarke's abilities, Valad took watch, as Morgan had been doing. Over the next several minutes, he checked in on Clarke a few times, finding her hard at work.
"If this doesn't work, I vote for pickpocketing someone."
Valad chuckled. "I think we should just blow this whole station to bits, but that's just my destructive alter ego talking."
He went to check with Morgan to see if things were clear and finding they were, he returned and said, "Found it yet? I wanna go back to bazaar and find something else to screw up."
(Clarke)
"Well, we do need to make sure our path back to the shuttle is clear because I have this disgusting feeling as soon as we get what we want we are going to be screwed." Valad had a serious look on his face, if only for a moment. "I'm going back to the main area to clear a path. We'll need to make a quick getaway."
With that said, Valad nodded to Morgan and went back out the way they came in. The corridors were clear, which hailed a red flag in the back of Valad's mind. Something was not right. He was getting the feeling that this infiltration was too easy. Valad shook it off as he reentered the main section. The commotion he had caused earlier had already dissipated and normal business had begun again. Perhaps it was for the best. He walked on the rim of the section, trying to find the easiest way back to the shuttle, but it was difficult now. It seemed there was tighter security now. More people were being stopped and searched. This couldn't be good.
Several minutes later, Valad saw Sarah and Morgan hurriedly walking from the command area. He moved to meet them, hoping they would slow down to avoid detection. As he reached them, he said, "Well?"
(Sarah/Morgan)
From behind him he heard a sinister laugh and the sound of compression rifles powering up. Turning, he looked at the source and raised an eyebrow. Looking back at him were a team security officers, led by a man who bore a striking resemblance to....Valad!!! The Valad Tavik of the mirror universe seemed to hold the rank of Lieutenant Colonel, and had a scar on the other side of his face. The laugh from mirror Valad came again, this time sounding even more sinister. "This would be a good time to disarm yourselves," the mirror replied.
Valad raised his eyebrow again and said, "Well....this sucks...."
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Post by sclarke on Sept 19, 2010 2:43:22 GMT
Sarah finished what she was trying to accomplish this time she reviewed the information. Sure enough she had retrieved the correct data and with a smile on her face she followed Valad and Morgan out of the command center.
"Well, we do need to make sure our path back to the shuttle is clear because I have this disgusting feeling as soon as we get what we want we are going to be screwed." Valad had a serious look on his face, if only for a moment. "I'm going back to the main area to clear a path. We'll need to make a quick getaway."
With that said, Valad nodded to Morgan and went back out the way they came in. The corridors were clear, which hailed a red flag in the back of Valad's mind. Something was not right. He was getting the feeling that this infiltration was too easy. Valad shook it off as he reentered the main section. The commotion he had caused earlier had already dissipated and normal business had begun again. Perhaps it was for the best. He walked on the rim of the section, trying to find the easiest way back to the shuttle, but it was difficult now. It seemed there was tighter security now. More people were being stopped and searched. This couldn't be good.
Several minutes later, Valad saw Sarah and Morgan hurriedly walking from the command area. He moved to meet them, hoping they would slow down to avoid detection. As he reached them, he said, "Well?"
Sarah agreed it was by far way to easy someone should have been there or something. “I agree sir.” She remarked, just as she heard the laughter and turned with the other two officers. Looking towards someone who looked a lot like Valad himself.
From behind him he heard a sinister laugh and the sound of compression rifles powering up. Turning, he looked at the source and raised an eyebrow. Looking back at him were a team security officers, led by a man who bore a striking resemblance to....Valad!!!
The Valad Tavik of the mirror universe seemed to hold the rank of Lieutenant Colonel, and had a scar on the other side of his face. The laugh from mirror Valad came again, this time sounding even more sinister. "This would be a good time to disarm yourselves," the mirror replied.
Valad raised his eyebrow again and said, "Well....this sucks...."
Sarah agreed looking towards the mirror, Now would be a great time to use that sword of yours Valad! She thought to herself as she slowly raised her hands the PADD had been safely tucked away inside her black vest. It was at this point she thought she seen a familiar face. She heard the phaser blasts and instinctively ducked to the left. It was mirror Sarah and a couple people that she didn’t recognize. The next question was who were they firing at, her or mirror Valad and his men?
Dodging a phaser blast the nearly hit his head, Valad dove behind a small wall. Drawing his phaser, he spread a barrage of phaser blasts in nearly every direction, hopefully allowing Sarah and Morgan to get to his position. He peeked over the top edge of the wall to catch a glimpse of the battlefield. The scene was magnificent. Phaser beams and plasma bolts lined the air all throughout the central section. Civilians were screaming, many falling as collateral damage. Already, the smell of singed flesh hung in the air.
Valad caught a glimps of Sarah running over to his position. As she rolled behind the wall, Valad said loudly over the phaser blasts, "Ok, so let me get this straight. Mirror me saw you and thought you were mirror you. Then mirror you saw mirror me and immediately fired. So mirror me and mirror you are shooting at me, you, mirror me, and mirror you. If all this is happening as I said, then where the hell is Morgan?”
Sarah smiled looking at Valad it was times like this that she felt an overwhelming and strange warmth. She had phaser in hand and fired a couple bolts herself before ducking. “You know I’m not entirely certain what is going on here. But, now would be a good time to either use that sword you bought, or we grab Morgan and escape in the middle of this?”
Mirror Sarah hid behind the other wall three of her own people standing along side her. She continued to fire into the crowd and cursed when one of her bolts struck that of a running civilian. She had seen this event occurring when she noticed that Valad that Colonel that she had a major grudge with and wanted dead. Then there was the other ‘her’ that had previously knocked her out cold so there it was she wanted revenge two for the price of one.
Valad just shook his head. "As much as I would love to sit here and play their little game, we have a train to catch. We need to let them deal with their own problems and get out of here. No doubt security on the Penance is going to triple-powered now anyways. But we need to find Morgan. Take a look." Valad laid down some more cover fire allowing Sarah to look for Morgan.
Sarah nodded in agreement though she sort of wanted to see him try to stab someone with that sword that he bought. She looked around the corner finding Morgan laying nearby she rolled out. And, quickly she would wrap her arms around his and drag him while firing every so often until he was under cover. She pressed her fingers into the side of his neck, “He’s alive.” She responded looking at the small disruptor wound that was on his shoulder. She could see he was breathing. “You need…To carry him though.” She panted once they were both under cover.
Valad nodded. "Here take this." He tossed his phaser to her and grabbed Morgan to throw the security officer over his shoulder. As Sarah laid down cover fire, Valad slowly moved from cover to cover, phaser beams flying around his head. Sarah was doing a good job keeping them safe, but once again they found themselves between the crossfire.
Colonel Tavik slowly backed away from the fight. He was certain he had seen himself, though obviously his counterpart was inferior. They seemed to be escaping. He wasn't going to give up this chance.
Sarah continued to fire as they moved around the corner becoming placed in the center of fire. She could see the fire in the eyes of her mirror version which didn’t make her hesitate without a moment of time she took the second phaser and fired placing a well thought out shot into the woman’s chest. Sarah watched as her mirror crumbled to the deck, “One down.” She shouted amidst the fire and screams.
Finally, Valad and Sarah reached one of the corridors. Valad felt a something flop around on his shoulder. Morgan regained consciousness and jumped to his feet. "So Morgan, you might want to hang on before you kill yourself. We have a couple of seconds." Valad heard the fight continuing in the distance. "Sarah how much farther do we have till the shuttle?"
Sarah took out the tricorder and quickly scanned the area before closing it and stashing it next to her phaser. “You really don’t want to know the answer to that question Commander.” She replied they still had over a hundred meters to go, and she picked up more life signs on her instrument hopefully they weren’t hostile like their friends that they’d left behind.
"Damn....Keep moving." Valad helped Morgan, who had gotten back to his feet, along. They trudged on ten meters, twenty meters, thirty meters. They reached the half way point, which ironically turned out to be a doorway into the next section. They proceeded towards the door, but it suddenly started to close in front of them.
"GO!" Valad shouted as they ran the best they could towards the door. Sarah got to the door first and tried to hold it open but was unsuccessful. It was almost shut. Valad hurled Morgan through the door just before it shut with a loud clank. He went for the controls, but a phaser blast came past his ear and hit the control panel, rendering it useless. Valad turned and did not like what he saw behind him.
Sarah heard the door close and no Valad on this side, then she had the worst feeling in the world as she heard the blasts from a weapon. She didn’t hear a thump which could be good, or bad she pressed into the door trying to find some way to open it. She could feel Morgan pulling on her, but she didn’t want to leave him behind. “No I won’t leave him behind.” The Bajoran yelled like a child as she continued to be pulled away from the door.
“I won’t leave a man behind…” She stammered angrily as she continued to feel her small body being pulled away. Eventually they were a good distance away and nearly to the shuttle, but not quite she was still trying to go back and soon felt Morgan lift her and carry her the rest of the way through the deserted part of the starbase…
OOC: JP by Lieutenant Commander Valad Tavik & Ensign Sarah Clarke
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2010 21:03:24 GMT
Taking a sip of her own drink, Marina shifted awkwardly in her chair. She certainly hadn’t intended for the conversation to go this way or for them to discuss such a serious topic so soon. It was just like her to mess up so fast. She needed to think of something else to talk about, something happy or casual, but of course, nothing was coming to mind, no matter how hard she tried to think. It was also just like her brain to be uncooperative when she needed an idea the most. “Well, and if anybody died, I’m sure they would have called you,” she finally replied, instantly regretting such a stupid comment, especially considering Megan was on the away team. “Uh...not that I think that would happen or will. I mean, I’m sure everybody knows what they’re doing. That’s what training is for, right?” she added with an awkward chuckle. “I’m sorry... I’m a morone...just shoot me now,” she lamented.
"It's..." John began before being interrupted, she was doing the exact same thing as he used to do when he realised he has either put his foot in the brown stuff, or if he just couldn't think of anything to say, ramble on and n, most of the time it tended to do more harm than good, but we had all be in that situation, just wanting the ground to swallow you up and take you anywhere but where you are at that precise moment.
Before he could reply, Marina continued rambling, not knowing whether she was making it worse or better. “I’m so incredibly awkward…sometimes the stupidest things come out of my mouth before I can stop them, and then once I realize what I’ve just said, I do try to take it back, and it only makes it worse. I’m sorry…seriously, just tell me to shut up, and I will this time, because I probably should... I must be the most awkward person ever…”
John smiled, it was his turn to try and relax her now, "It's all good, if anyone wasn't coming back in one piece, I'm not sure i'd be top of the list to call, perhaps a doctor would be better suited to call time of death" he gave a little laugh, knowing what he said was a little on the dark side, but that's the kind of person John was, in the most awkward of situations, well, almost any situation, he would be able to create some kind of humour.
"I remember my first mission aboard the Hepta, I had become good friends with another security cadet, here we where in the middle of hand to hand combat with these pirates, and all I cared about wa if my guitar was still alive or not, I couldn't have cared less about anything else." He paused for breath and a sip of his drink, "Annoyingly one of the pirates had gotten into some of the quarters, and thought it would be fun to trash them, so, my guitar was in a million pieces on the floor, I was absolutely gutted!" He spoke, fondly remembering the memories of the academy with Jorden, he hadn't heard of her since she left the El Sal, last he knew she had left starfleet totally. Then, times do change, and people move on.
(Marina)
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Post by Savot on Sept 22, 2010 0:36:12 GMT
[MU Outpost Lambda 4]
The assassin Savot listened without looking at Commander Garrett as she explained her plan, and while attempting to subtly glean information from a susceptible looking target was among the more cliche methods of intelligence gathering... it was relatively successful depending on the scenario. He also inwardly commended the woman on her logic in thinking the Penance's increased time field would necessitate a more constant and frequent influx not only of supplies but of personnel as well.
The latter wasn't a guarantee of course, since Savot found it likely any 'specialists' were permanently disposed of as soon as their work was done and probably weren't allowed to come and go out of the asteroid base before it was finished, but there was the possibility depending on who was locally in charge within the asteroid base. As such the vulcan began inconspicuously surveying the room, taking multiple variables into account at a glance, matching species, bearing, clothing, body language, location and more to glean who if anyone was likely to be potentially involved in the Penance project and present a suitable subject for Garrett to attempt her plan on.
Exactly 2.7 minutes later than he'd estimated, Savot began to hear a song being sung, growing in volume so that it was clearly audible but not irritatingly loud, and he knew it'd be playing throughout the entire station. Lambda 4's overseer, the Cardassian female Marel was making her move to disperse the riots that had sparked up throughout the station.
The telepathic singer Savot had noted just before the first time the El Salvador doctor had seen the mirror marine, was of a species whose vocal chords were intertwined with the telepathic centers of their brains and as such their words could have the same impact as a long-range telepath. Naturally on a station where business deals and contracts were arranged such a marvel would have to be kept in a strongly defined area, where many patrons went voluntarily to have their mood brightened by the female's songs.
However, one of the reasons for maintaining such an old space station design as the K-7 was that sound could be routed fairly easily through the high-traffic areas, and that was precisely what Marel would do whenever violence broke out among the station. The telepath, whose name Savot didn't know, wouldn't control anyone's mind to any degree, she would merely be instructed to project a calming aura that would scale every listener's thoughts further and further from violence. Obviously other telepathic species and even non-telepaths with sufficient concentration could avoid being affected but the point was to douse the initial fires of panic that made a mob a stampeding horde of stupidity, and that it accomplished very well.
It took less than 45 seconds for the impact to become visually noticeable and this was the moment Savot used. His glance sought out a person who appeared to have just that much extra on their mind that would denote someone potentially involved on a secret large-scale project. There was always that half-guilty conscience exuding from those who weren't either trained or just experienced, and the assassin managed to zero in on an Andorian that fit the profile.
He wore an upper-middle class shirt that folder over across the chest, but the pants and boots were clearly the more boring but well-crafted type worn by a worker that had to get his hands dirty doing more than ordering others around. His behavior also fit. At first he was nervous like all the others but that was just the riots talking, then he began to calm as the song washed gently over him... but right after that he seemed to take hold of himself abruptly and look around nervously as though worried that someone was trying to catch him at something he shouldn't be doing. If anyone fit Garrett's search parameters, he was it.
While Garrett was altering her appearance Savot prepared the target. Casually crossing the room he crossed the Andorian's path, 'accidentally' bumping into him, but when the blue antennae turned to face him the vulcan held what looked like a kunai less than half an inch from the Andorian's eye. Savot spoke first as he gripped the target's collar, "I frown on thievery."
Feeling his eyelashes brush the blade's point as he blinked the Andorian stammered a reply, "I.. I wasn't trying to rob you."
Savot paused a moment locking eyes with the man as though considering his fate, then narrowed his eyes slightly as he both released his hold and made the kunai vanish during the target's next blink, "Then you should watch where you're going... Accidents do happen." The assassin kept moving and even had the Andorian wanted to see him again he wouldn't have been able to pick him out from the crowd now.
Savot reached a new vantage point as Garrett returned with her altered appearance, and waited for her gaze to come across him as he'd planted himself in a place he had gauged her training would have her look when casing the room, and without making eye contact he indicated the Andorian now quite carefully walking to one of the bars. The target had just been panicked, soothed, and panicked yet again all in the span of 60 seconds. His guard would be in shambles and as such Garrett stood a chance of being able to work useful information out of him if he had any to give.
Leaving her to the task the assassin merely waited and observed...
<Garrett>
**************************************************** [El Salvador: Ready Room]
Delbridge chuckled as Yarna asked about the fish, both at just the memory of how Savot came by it and at Commander Hope's comments about vulcans not keeping fish. "Hey, they say vulcans are boring too", Delbridge replied with a wink.
Savot gave his friend an eyebrow raise that indicated he was looking at a guilty party, before he began relating the tale, "Alfred was a gift from Commander Delbridge when we worked together at the Propulsion Research Station on Jupiter. Apparently deciding I needed something to keep me company when I was off-duty, he broke into my quarters during one of my shifts and when I returned a goldfish bowl awaited me."
He looked down slightly to meet Yarna's gaze as he continued, pleased that her concern had at least partially abated, "I spent the remainder of the evening rewiring the security controls to my quarters to prevent another unexpected intrusion, and as I did so I found the fish's company was pleasant, electing to keep him afterwards. The next day I procured the larger tank he now resides in and Mr. Delbridge suggested the name Alfred as a suitable name for a goldfish."
(OOC: Everyone on the station, not in the Mini-Sal, please take note of paragraphs 4 and 5 as they will impact everyone on the station. As it states it doesn't actually control the mind or anything, it would just feel like someone used a dimmer switch to turn down high-end emotions like fear, anger, etc. And after a moment you'd be able to figure it out and work yourself back up if you really wanted to, it's mainly intended to take the momentum out of riots and the like.)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2010 2:57:52 GMT
Stone faced, Morgan continued to pull, push, and eventually physically carry Ensign Clark away from the door that had closed between them and Lieutenant Commander Tavik. In spite of his nearly expressionless face and determined pace, he didn’t want to leave Valad behind either. It wasn’t in the Lieutenant’s nature to abandon a fellow officer, but this was far from a typical situation. If they remained behind, they’d simply be captured or killed as well, and that was an even less desirable outcome than just losing the Operations Chief. This whole mission had been a fiasco the entire way through, from Tavik’s initial stunt to Garrett being recognized, then Jackson’s sudden change of plan and the retrieval of false codes. And now this...Valad either captured or dead and Morgan carrying Sarah back to the shuttle, and who knew what was going wrong with the rest of the team. He didn’t think it could be going worse than this. Finally, as Clark stopped fighting and they began to approach a more populated area of the station, the Lieutenant slowed and placed the Chief Engineer back on her feet. His injury was beginning to seriously hurt now that the adrenalin of their hurried escape was beginning to fade, plus, they could attract attention.
“I’m sorry, but there was no other way,” he began. “We both know it’s probably too late for Tavik, but there is still a chance he is alive. Maybe Commander Jackson or Garrett will come up with a plan, but it makes no sense to go back now, just the two of us. We should rendezvous with the others, inform them of what happened, and let them decide what our next move is,” Morgan stated, pulling out his tricorder to figure out where the rest of them were. Passing the buck wasn’t exactly his style, but there wasn’t really a choice. Much to his surprise, Jackson and the doctor were back in the shuttle, while Garrett and Savot were elsewhere. “That’s odd...” he murmured. “They split up.” Making an instant decision, the Lieutenant continued. “Let’s return to the shuttle and speak with Commander Jackson.”
<Tag Clark>
When they arrived at the shuttle, it became clear that the situation was even worse, as he was informed by the security officer who had remained behind that Jackson was hurt, unconscious, and being tended to by Doctor van Brueghel. Unfortunately, that made him the highest ranking officer present in the shuttle, unless by some miracle the First Officer woke up. “Doctor, what is Commander Jackson’s condition?” Morgan asked, deciding that before he figured out what to do, he’d at least find out the likelihood of getting out of it...
<Tag Nathan and Clark – Valad, wherever you are>
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"It's all good. If anyone wasn't coming back in one piece, I'm not sure I'd be top of the list to call, perhaps a doctor would be better suited to call time of death," the Security Chief offered, and in spite of the dark nature of the joke, it actually did calm her down somewhat, as it meant she hadn’t horrified him. "I remember my first mission aboard the Hepta. I had become good friends with another security cadet. Here we were in the middle of hand to hand combat with these pirates, and all I cared about was if my guitar was still alive or not. I couldn't have cared less about anything else," he recalled, taking a drink before continuing. "Annoyingly one of the pirates had gotten into some of the quarters, and thought it would be fun to trash them, so my guitar was in a million pieces on the floor. I was absolutely gutted!"
“Oh, that sucks,” Marina replied, beginning to forget about her mistake entirely. “I haven’t lost anything yet in the line of duty...well, except for a little blood when I got myself shot by a Romulan,” she replied, wrinkling her nose at the memory. “I guess the only thing I would be really upset if I lost would be my cats... I’ve got two kittens, Amber and Onyx, and they are my babies. Well, and I suppose if some Pirate ransacked my wardrobe, I’d be pretty [word deleted] off too,” she added with a laugh. “That is one way to get a woman pretty upset, by messing with her closet: clothes, jewelry...oh and shoes, don’t forget about the shoes.”
<Tag Roberts>
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The atmosphere in the room was...different. As she searched for the Mirror Vulcan, that was something that struck her almost immediately. Everyone seemed particularly mellow, for lack of a better word, and there was no visible cause. Even she began to feel strangely detached, her mood almost shifting to match the room, and she didn’t know why. It was only when she felt the strange yet unmistakable sensation in the back of her mind as an indication of telepathic activity of some kind that Megan’s guard went up, and she activity attempted to block...whatever was happening. It wasn’t too difficult, thanks to her training, and she quickly began to feel “normal” again. Glancing around again, everyone else still seemed to be particularly relaxed, so she dismissed the notion that someone was trying to affect her directly. Whatever the cause, it didn’t really matter...as long as she could keep blocking it, so she, once again, focused fully on her mission and looked for the assassin.
Finding him fairly quickly, the Vulcan wasn’t looking at her but was still able to indicate a potential target, an Andorian at the bar. Still pretending to casually look around the room for no particular reason, Megan observed him for a moment. He was visible anxious, and this stood out even more, considering the current mood of the room. Normally, she was trained to observe for a solid period of time before making a move, but they were far too low on time to spare for her to operate with her usual level of caution. She did, however, take a few moments to come up with a plan, based on his obvious anxiety, her strengths, a few intelligent guesses, and her general impression and instincts regarding the target.
Waiting until the bartender was just beyond the target, Megan began to move, appearing to be heading for the bartender instead of her actual target. Two seats away, someone had left their stool pulled out, and that was her goal, allowing her feet to get tangled up in the carelessly angled stool, which sent her flying into the unsuspecting Andorian. They both ended up on the floor, both drinks all over both of them, and creating a complete mess. The poor guy looked completely startled and terrified, an expression which she mirrored.
“Oh! I am...I am so sorry...” Megan stammered, as they both struggled to their feet. “I’m such a klutz. It’s just...” Her hands were shaking, eyes filling with tears, teeth chattering, fingers constantly pulling at her hair. “Please don’t hurt me. It was an accident. I swear it was. Oh…oh no! Your shirt...you’re soaking wet, and it’s all my fault...” Desperately, she snatched a napkin from the bar and began to futilely try to dry his shirt off with it, knowing that even the slightest contact might help, her hair brushing his arm, hands on his chest... She was mirroring his emotions on a much larger scale, which would probably make her seem much less of a threat in spite of his jumpiness. At least, that was the current plan...
~To Be Continued~
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Post by Deleted on Oct 9, 2010 19:03:09 GMT
In part a JP with Commander Jackson
She slowly woke up feeling like utter death, she looked at the grey ceiling and frowned slightly as pain ran down her left side. It long before she felt a hand touch her shoulder, and in a move that defied age and condition her right hand shot up and grabbed the unknown arm.
Head snapping to the side to look at the owner of said arm she blinked slightly in surprise as she said. “Nathan?” She let go and began to lift herself up only to have his hand gently push against her shoulder.
"Yes ma'am it's me," Nathan supplied, firmly pushing against her uninjured shoulder, attempting to keep her down. "Don't get up ma'am, you're too weak." He adjusted the setting on his hypospray and pressed it against her throat. "This is just an inflammatory agent," he explained, "now that you're conscious I'd prefer if you remained awake, therefor I won't be giving you any tranquillizers unless you really need them. Just lie here and rest, and don't move too much, you're badly injured and there's not much I can do here in this shuttle. I'm sure I can get you to sickbay soon." Worry creased his brow and touched his eyes, even though he was smiling encouragingly.
“I’ll be the judge of that thank you doctor.” She said as memory of her location and situation flooded back into her mind. She moved to stand up and suddenly felt very sick a lump grew in her throat indicating she had moments before she was in actual fact going to be sick.
Nathan moved to catch her, having expected this response. He knew from personal experience that a patient had to try and get up, before they realised that their doctor truly had their best interest at heart. He knew from experience, because he'd done the same a fair while ago.
Again her hand shot out but this time it pushed against Nathan’s chest as her head moved away from him and she threw up on the floor of the shuttle. something that in the back of her mind told her would bring about a filthy look thrown in her direction from the maintenance crew who’s job it would be thoroughly scrub carpet.
She kept her head hung as she dared not move lest it cause her to be sick again.
"Don't worry about that, I'll clean it up," Nathan said to her as his arm slipped around her shoulders, the other hand resting on her abdomen to keep her on her feet as she obviously desired to be. "Just stand still for a moment, the dizziness will pass. As I said, you're badly injured and really shouldn't be on your feet."
He held her up for a few minutes, before carefully turning her around to sit her back down on the cot. "Lean forward a little, but only so far as you're comfortable in doing. Don't worry about your balance, I'll keep you sat up, I won't let you fall down, I promise. Just lean forward and keep your head lowered. The sickness will pass. When you're ready, I'll help you lie back down again."
She followed his directions still feeling quite ill, and now her mouth tasting utterly foul to boot. “Thank you doctor, I should have listened to begin with.” She said softly as her insides continued to do flips.
Nathan smiled encouragingly. "That's my girl," he encouraged as he eased her down, making sure she was comfortable, "now just lie still and you'll be just fine. I know it's kind of dull and irritating, being a patient especially as you're a doctor yourself, but you must trust me in that I do know what's best for you right now." He got to his feet and moved over to another compartment in the shuttle to retrieve a few cloths and covered up the vomit on the floor thereby also neutralizing the smell. He would clean it up, later. "Do you want me to get you anything? Water? Something to read?"
He helped lower her down, of course she insisted on sitting up rather than lying down. She looked at him with a raised eyebrow as she said. “It’s been a while since I was anyone’s ‘girl’ Nathan.” She managed a weak smile as the sick feeling slightly began to recede.
“Water would be nice thank you.. and I want to be informed if any contact is made with the away teams please.”
Nathan got up and got her the water, silently assisting her as she drank it down, sip by sip.
“Doctor, what is Commander Jackson’s condition?”
In his tending to the first officer, he had forgotten altogether about the presence of the security officer, and when he was suddenly spoken to by someone else, the poor doctor looked literally startled. "Ahh, she's doing well enough sir," he answered after a brief silence to gather his wits again. He didn't even notice that he wasn't addressing the left behind security officer "She's conscious, but she's lost a lot of blood. We need to get her back to sickbay as soon as we possibly can. I can't do anything more for her here, other than make sure she takes the rest I need her to take."
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USS El-Salvador
"I spent the remainder of the evening rewiring the security controls to my quarters to prevent another unexpected intrusion, and as I did so I found the fish's company was pleasant, electing to keep him afterwards. The next day I procured the larger tank he now resides in and Mr. Delbridge suggested the name Alfred as a suitable name for a goldfish."
Yarna giggled as she wrapped her arms around the Vulcan's neck again, snuggling up in complete defiance of the Vulcan no-touch protocol. "That's just funny," she giggled, "but isn't Alfred lonely in that big tank?" She looked up at the both of them, her gaze enquiring and utterly innocent. "He's got no-one to play with..." Her smile brightened. "I'm going to ask daddy to get you another fish. And we're going to call her Isabel. And then you'll have a whole family of fishes.."
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Post by SA. Stacey Jackson [Ret] on Oct 9, 2010 21:30:33 GMT
A JP Between Stacey and Nathan
She moved her head to the left as she heard Nathan talking to someone out of her vision. “How much blood doctor?” she asked loud enough for him to hear, she didn’t risk getting up lest there was an encore of vomiting.
Nathan's mouth became a very thin grim line as he stared down at her, the gentle mirth that had been in his eyes before, completely gone. "Enough to make you very weak," he answered, not willing to give her a precise answer. He didn't want to worry her any more than was necessary. "And sufficient to require you to be transferred to sickbay as soon as possible. You will require transfusions, the bleeding has not completely stopped. I have bandaged you to the best of my ability, but I am lacking the necessary equipment to help you further. My dermal regenerator, for some reason, is malfunctioning."
She nodded slowly as she took a deep breath in, “Enough to make it a life threatening situation then.” She stated as she nodded slightly. “I appreciate the intent but don’t sugar coat things.” She smiled slightly. “It’s worthless when speaking to a Betazoid.”
“Will you get me a Padd please.. you may need to write what I dictate my fingers feel rather numb.” She smiled again calm demeanour denying the situation the panic it probably deserved.
Narrowing his eyes, Nathan moved over to her to take her hand. They felt cold. "How long have they felt numb?" he asked, clearly worried now as he retrieved a PADD from a pocket of his tunic. He had forgotten about her telepathic nature, thus his mental shields had been down. Now that he was reminded, they were back up tight, just as his sister had taught him. Still, his worry was quite visible even though he didn't panic. "Squeeze my hand Stacey, and keep doing so for a little while. You need to get circulation going, and you need to keep it going. Look at me Stacey, what do you want me to write down?" He balanced the PADD on his leg as he sat beside her, holding his hand within hers.
“For a few minutes, I simply thought it shock or something... but blood loss would make more sense.. as you know fingers and toes are the first to exhibit such signs.” She replied as he took her hand, the urge to pull back and keep the appearance of control washed over her but she ignored it and let the contact continue.
“I wish to dictate a letter to my son, just in case.” She frowned slightly “The last time I had occasion to do so was some years ago and I doubt he will understand it when I spend half the time speaking to his teddy bear.”
She half shrugged her shoulders. “And I am not in favour of a visual message.. my hair awful right now.” She grinned slightly before looking up registering his question. “Oh yes rather ugly little thing he carried everywhere from about four years old to six.. Mister Cheese what a bear wearing gladiator costume has to do with cheese I don’t know but there you go..”
Nathan frowned, knowing she was babbling. Quietly he reached over and placed his hand over her brow to check her temperature in a rather archaic fashion, then reached for a small palm-light, activated it and shone it right in her eyes to test her pupil response. "If you want to dictate this letter, we should start," he suggested, "because soon I will have no choice but to sedate you. Your responses are slow, your attention drifting. I don't want to render you unconscious because it's better that I don't but given the stress this is putting upon you, it might be the safest measure."
She looked to him and shook her head slightly. “Some would say my attention drifts naturally Doctor and has nothing to do with the present situation.. I would prefer to remain awake as long as possible.”
She took a deep breath as she closed her eyes gathering her thoughts. “Dean, given circumstances I have to write this to you, I know right your upset, I want you to know that I look back on my life with no regrets which is a wonderful thing to have at the end of it.”
She paused for a second making sure Nathan was keeping up. “I am proud of the man you have become, despite the fact every one of my grey hairs is your fault and you can stop damn well smirking it’s not age related… the time you erased my thesis on post traumatic stress disorder in Bolians can attest to that young man.”
Nathan dutifuly scribed down everything she said in a very neat handwriting quite uncommon to doctors, as doctors generally had a very awful handwriting. All the while, he peered at her from time to time, making sure she was still with him. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth at the mention of the erasure of a thesis, which attested to the fact that he was clearly listening to what she said, and finding it mildly amusing.
She paused for a few moments and took another deep breath as she looked to the roof, blinking her eyes heavily. “Where was I.” she mused to herself. “Oh yes, I am sorry I won’t be around to see James grow up, I know he will be a wonderful young boy with you and Hannah as his guidance.. Your father would have been so proud of you and his grandson.” Things were now becoming harder for her to pin down in her mind, she slightly shook her head and moved her hand to wipe away the moister from her eyes. “That’s enough Doctor, sign that With move Mum please.”
She brought down her hands and added. “See to it that is transmitted in case I should not make it.”
"You'll be fine," Nathan promised as he saved it away as eyes only, "once we have you in sickbay we'll have you patched up in no-time. And you know very well I wouldn't lie to you just to ease your mind." For the moment, his grief over the death of Jayden - though he had yet to receive confirmation that this had in fact, not been his[/i[ Jayden - had been banished to the back of his mind, his concern over Stacey all the more apparent
She smiled slightly. “Nathan I am older than most of my graduating class in the academy ever made it too.. I also know that you have no intention of letting my pass on so easily.” She took a deep breath. “However it never hurts to take precautions.. I appreciate the help.”
She frowned as she looked to her left. “Was that Morgan out there?.. get him in here.” Now clearly out of mother and normal person mode and back into Commander Jackson mode.
"That was Mister Morgan yes, and he will no doubt rejoin is shortly on his own accord. You are not getting yourself worked up in order to speak with him." He firmly pressed his hand down on her chest, indicating she should remain lying down. "Don't make me restrain you commander," he threatened, even though he had absolutely no intention of doing so. "And no it doesn't hurt to be prepared." This time he smiled. "And we're the same age here ma'am, roughly anyway. And it doesn't get any easier, the older we get. You have a son who is a father, my children have yet to become adolescents."
She frowned slightly. “Nice try doctor.. I am not completely Bandy just yet, and last I checked I was still in command around here and I would like to speak with one of my officers while I still can.. unless you would like Mirror Savot calling the shots of course?” She would have gotten up if she could but she couldn’t and she wasn’t overtly angry just stating her reasons.
"You're not in command. You're medically unfit to command," he reminded her, "Mister Morgan will come in here as soon as he's able, no sooner. Meanwhile this shuttle is secure enough so we're not in any danger. And if necessary, I still know how to use a phaser. And Im sure that, if push comes to shove I can manage to pilot too."
She glared for a few moments now annoyed. “Doctor I am medically unfit to get out of bed.. I am medically unfit to go running around playing commando.. I am not medically unfit to listen to someone talk and advise them.” She took a deep breath calming herself down. “The stress of not having information is ten times worse than hearing it.. were you so concerned for my well being you would let me take my mind of my own bleak situation and concentrate on something of importance.”
She shook her head and sighed. “Never mind.. will you please get me another glass of water?”
As he turned she tapped her comm. badge still on her chest. “Morgan come in here please… leave Clarke on watch.” She grinned.
She watched him enter and cast a glance to the doctor. “I’m over here Morgan.. what’s going on why isn’t Tavik with you?”
<Tag Morgan>
“I see.. Take Clarke go track down Garrett and bring her back and well Savot too I suppose.. Order them back we’ve spent enough time here and we have split into three groups.. and I’ve no intention to bleed to death while they play secret agent out there.” She looked to Nathan and said.. “Transport Tavik directly here.. we don’t have the man power to get him on foot.”
<Tag Morgan>
"I wouldn't know how to do that," Nathan answered, positively glaring at her for her disobedience of his order, "I'm a doctor, not a transporter technician."
She hung her head. “Half my blood gone and I still have to do the thinking.” She muttered. “There is a security officer in the cockpit.. he knows how to do it.. ask him, Tavik is alone he needs to be back here where it is safe.. he may well be in worse shape than me.”
"As I said, I'm a doctor..." Nathan responded, "now rest Stacey and that's an order. Leave the worrying to me, I seem to be quite good at it you know." WIth that, he walked off towards the security officer and relayed Stacey's order for Tavik to be transported to the shuttle
Nodding to herself she leaned back and took deep breaths and merely waited.
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Valad Tavik
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Post by Valad Tavik on Oct 12, 2010 20:57:07 GMT
Present:
This was not normal. Warmth was not what he should have been feeling. A red liquid dripped from the side of jacket. The pool it flowed into slowly grew larger and larger around him. It was warm. That must have been where the warmth was coming from. Blood. Valad could feel it now. Two major wounds, one in his chest and the other out of his back, encompassing two sides of the protrusion that now stuck out both sides of his torso. The wound, caused by his own retracting blade, was only one of the myriad of cuts and gashes he had on his body. One thing was certain, he was dead....
Several Minutes Ago:
The fateful clank of the door closing in front of him and the screaming he heard on the other side echoed in Valad's mind as he turned to face whatever lurked behind him. A chill went up his spine, as he felt something he usually never felt...fear. Valad looked ahead, across the now dimly lit corridor and saw a lone figure standing in the distance. The figure spoke.
"You see, being in the military has had its privileges. Power, loyalty of your unit, knowledge....you name it, the military provides. But I have only one problem. I'm dying. Kind of sucks when you think about it. I've been wounded in battle yet somehow survived. I've defeated every opponent I have come to face. But I can't beat a multi-organ shutdown, thanks to an alien virus." The figure chuckled. "But it just so happens that luck has turned my way. You will be my saving grace Valad."
What!!! This was definitely news to Valad. "And how do you figure that one?"
The shadow moved out into what dim light there was and then it was as if Valad was staring at himself in a mirror. His parallel universe counterpart laughed heartily, albeit demonically, as Valad stared in disbelief. "I need you for something, Valad, or rather, I need your body. You see, no one in this universe is a perfect match for my transplant. But it just so happens that you decided to come along."
"You can't have any part of me," Valad said, drawing his blade out from the makeshift hilt on his back. The blade grew to its full length and the mirror counterpart sneered.
"A futile effort." The double charged throwing two knives at Valad, who was able to dodge only one. The second sliced his upper arm, leaving a gash just waiting to gush out blood. The double reached behind his own back, producing a blade similar in length to Valad's own weapon and in one fluid motion brought the blade down in a chopping motion, which Valad only barely met with his own. His mirror universe double was stronger than Valad realized. No matter how hard he pushed, Valad could not push the larger man away. Instead, Valad dove to the side, allowing the other blade to crash against the wall of the corridor. Even as quick as he dove, the tip of the blade crossed his left shoulder, giving Valad another wound to deal with.
Within only minutes, Valad easily knew he was outclassed. He wasn't much of a swordsman, something he would remedy should he get out of this situation. With his opponent suffering from nothing, Valad found himself full of cuts and gashes. This man was toying with him. Very soon after, Valad found himself up against the wall of the corridor, somehow his own blade up against his neck.
"Valad, Valad....such disappointment. I was hoping my counterpart would at least know how to fight. Too bad I can't kill you right now."
The mirror double took the blade and plunged it into Valad's chest. The latter screamed out in pain. He fell to the ground, blood beginning to ooze out of both sides of his torso. The mirror Valad took the heel of his boot and jammed the blade into the floor, not going in very far, but enough to keep Valad stationary.
"Don't run away now," the mirror said, laughing hysterically. He walked off.
Present:
This was not normal. Warmth was not what he should have been feeling. A red liquid dripped from the side of jacket. The pool it flowed into slowly grew larger and larger around him. It was warm. That must have been where the warmth was coming from. Blood. Valad could feel it now. Two major wounds, one in his chest and the other out of his back, encompassing two sides of the protrusion that now stuck out both sides of his torso. The wound, caused by his own retracting blade, was only one of the myriad of cuts and gashes he had on his body. One thing was certain, he was dead....
The pull of the transporter sequence was a welcome feeling than the pain which Valad had been feeling. He rematerialized on the floor of the mini-Sal, the blade still protruding from his body. With the last bit of energy he could muster, he looked around and saw one beautiful face. Reaching to the blade in this chest, he said in a weak voice, "Clarke...next time, I drive...." He lost consciousness....
(ummm.....HELP!!!!!)
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Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2010 19:04:58 GMT
The last thing the poor chief medical officer had expected, was another patient in need of immediate medical care. Care that was beyond his ability within the confines of their shuttle. He barely caught the operations chief and gently lowered him to the floor, careful to keep his hands away from the sharp blade that protruded from either side of his body. "He is bleeding severely," he muttered to himself, shaking his head, "but that's impossible. The blade is still in, he shouldn't be bleeding like this..."
With one hand he tried to stem the bleeding on his chest, while turning him onto his side to put the pressure on both injuries as much as possible, while with the other he flipped open his tricorder. He sighed in relief as it indicated that no major organs were struck, but he was still losing a lot of blood, more than was healthy for an adult male of his physique.
Gently, Nathan slapped Valad's cheek in the idle hope to wake him. "Valad, wake up. Stay with me Valad. Tell me, why are you driving next time, and what will you be driving?" He studied the angle of he blade, pressing down with both hands now, his tunic now covered in both Stacey's and Valad's blood. Fortunately, none of it was his own this time around. Much to his relief, he'd come out of it unscathed for once. Physically, anyway. Psychologically, he was quite hurt.
== USS El-Salvador ==
Carrying his one-year old daughter on the arm and holding his seven-year old son by the hand, Lance Corporal Jayden Mitchell walked in on Delbridge and Savot, the latter still holding a giggling little girl. "Sir," he apologised, addressing both of them. "I was wondering sir, any word from the away teams?"
Freddy yanked his hand from Jayden's and approached the little girl. "Hi, I'm Freddy, and that's my dad. Well, one of them. Is that your dad?" He glanced up at the tall Vulcan, his smile innocent.
Yarna on her part buried her face against Savot's shoulder, turning very shy all of a sudden. Freddy pulled at Savot's sleeve. "Why's she so shy? My cousins are Vulcan...they're not shy either..."
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Post by Savot on Oct 19, 2010 3:29:34 GMT
[MU Outpost Lambda 4]
While Garrett attempted her 'interrogation' of the frazzled Andorian, the assassin took out a device like a tricorder but the screen slid out from within the device like some now-ancient cellular telephone models. Running a slice program, Savot carefully wormed his way into the security camera feed. Normally he wouldn't take the risk but with he and Garrett now separate from everyone else in the Away Team he wanted to try and confirm that the data retrieval group hadn't gotten into any trouble like the First Officer and the good doctor.
He raised his eyebrow as he saw footage of a security officer carrying the Bajoran engineer bodily away from a sealed door, and continued flowing through the camera feeds until he eventually tracked down Tavik... and another Tavik. Throwing another silent curse at the overwhelming coincidence involved, the assassin was almost amused a few moments later when a sword fight ensued but frowned when it ended with the Commodore's Tavik impaled. Another few moments saw the stuck pig beamed presumably back to the Mini-Sal and the assassin Savot knew it was time to go.
In mid-word the Andorian dropped from a vulcan nerve pinch, though lowered onto the bar so his slumped form looked like the result of too much alcohol, and Savot wasted no time in explaining before Garrett could give voice to an annoyed demand for one, "You've got a man down; it's time to abort." Resolved to drag her if necessary, Savot's counterpart got them out of line of sight and activated their badges for transport back to the Mini-Sal shuttlecraft.
************************************************** [Mini-Sal]
Garrett and Savot materialized aboard the large shuttle to see Nathan over Tavik's bleeding form trying to hold the precious fluid inside the Ops chief. Garrett wasted no time in confirming everyone was aboard and ordering the pilot to undock and start back for the El Salvador.
The assassin knelt beside Tavik taking care to stay out of Nathan's way, leaning in a moment to look at Valad's pupillary state before looking at the doctor and speaking calmly but matter-of-factly, "If this shuttle doesn't have the equipment needed to treat him, I suggest allowing me to place him in a healing trance. I'll be able to both slow the bleeding and keep his mind from falling too deeply into shock. I realize; however, you don't trust me so the decision is entirely up to you Doctor." He waited for response as the Mini-Sal went to maximum warp to rendezvous with the El Salvador.
"I'm familiar with the procedure of tow-kath," Nathan replied, his expression drawn in concentration." This wasn't the time to discuss ethics and whether or not he could trust this Vulcan. Savot trusted him, and that was enough for Nathan. "Help him," he all but ordered, "I know how to wake him from the trance, when necessary."
<Savot>
************************************************* [El Salvador: Ready Room]
Delbridge's eyes widened slightly as Yarna actually snuggled against his vulcan friend. He knew of course that Savot wasn't going to do anything drastic like toss her to the floor, but he was fairly sure Savot had never had anyone do that before so he wasn't certain what his reaction was going to be. For his part though, Delbridge could've gotten cavities from Yarna's sweetness.
Savot raised an eyebrow at the contact, not in distress but in surprise that Yarna felt compelled to react to him in that manner. From the contact he could sense her outermost emotions and felt that her initial distress was, if not gone, then at the very least abated/distracted by the prospect of getting Alfred a girl fish to play with, and that was what mattered. Pleased that his young friend was no longer as sad as she had been, Savot nodded in response, "I have noticed no behavior suggesting loneliness on Alfred's part, though admittedly my expertise in goldfish interpretation is limited. Perhaps we can look into that upon our return. Isabel seems a fine name to me. Delbridge?"
Savot looked up to his longtime human friend who realized his opinion was being asked as to the fish name. Delbridge nodded enthusiastically, "Absolutely, it's Isabel or nothing." Then the door chimed and Delbridge, caught up in the moment, instinctively called out the open command without thought to whether it was inappropriate or not for whoever was entering to see the ship's Commanding Officer embraced by a giggling young Romulan girl.
Savot gave no sign of embarrassment as the door opened to reveal their newest Marine addition, though his eyebrow rose at the presence of the children he had with him. "Sir," Jayden Mitchell apologised, addressing both of them. "I was wondering sir, any word from the away teams?"
Savot spoke in reply, making no move to extricate himself from Yarna's hold as he did so, "No, Mr. Mitchell. Given the potential of the El Salvador's position being given away by incoming or outgoing subspace transmissions Commander Jackson is under orders to communicate with us only in an emergency. So in this case I believe the sentiment is, 'no news is good news'. Though should we receive such an emergency message I will inform you immediately." The vulcan opted not to remind Mitchell that bringing children to the bridge was against procedure... as his own credibility would doubtless suffer from he himself being in the company of a child.
One of the children yanked his hand from Jayden's and approached Yarna. "Hi, I'm Freddy, and that's my dad. Well, one of them. Is that your dad?" He glanced up at the tall Vulcan, his smile innocent. Savot tilted his head slightly, it hadn't occurred to him that in the absence of the Hope's and with Yarna's Romulan-inspired ears that the two of them might be mistaken for blood relatives.
Yarna on her part buried her face against Savot's shoulder, turning very shy all of a sudden, which surprised Savot as he had yet to see her react that way to other children... though he did recall that when they'd first met Yarna had been afraid Savot intended to eat her. Freddy pulled at Savot's sleeve during his recollection, "Why's she so shy? My cousins are Vulcan...they're not shy either..."
Savot looked to the boy, simultaneously projecting a sense of reassurance that he knew Yarna would be able to feel through their contact, "Thank you for your introduction... Freddy; I am Captain Savot. Lady Yarna is quite friendly in fact but at present she is somewhat distressed as her parents were summoned to another assignment just prior to our current mission. Though I am not her father, I am assuming responsibility for her well-being until I can assure her safe return to Doctor and Commander Hope."
OOC: my nathan tag modified with Savot's permission - nathan
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Post by Deleted on Oct 25, 2010 22:25:35 GMT
“Well, and if anybody died, I’m sure they would have called you,” she finally replied, instantly regretting such a stupid comment, especially considering Megan was on the away team. “Uh...not that I think that would happen or will. I mean, I’m sure everybody knows what they’re doing. That’s what training is for, right?” she added with an awkward chuckle. “I’m sorry... I’m a morone...just shoot me now,”
"Neve..." He began, before being cut short by more, obviously awkward ramblings of someone who didn't know what to say but felt they should say something. “I’m so incredibly awkward…sometimes the stupidest things come out of my mouth before I can stop them, and then once I realize what I’ve just said, I do try to take it back, and it only makes it worse. I’m sorry…seriously, just tell me to shut up, and I will this time, because I probably should... I must be the most awkward person ever…”
"It's all good. And if anyone died, I don't think I'd be much use, personal choice, but I'd rather have a doctor take a look at things instead of a tactical officer. John smiled, hoping it would put her at ease, after all, it didn't take a genius to work out she was just trying to make a good impression, but nerves where also getting the better of her, or at least they appeared to be. "Now calm down, your not in front of a firing squad, well, not just yet, that's more a second week thing" He laughed a little, unsure of how that joke had gone down wit the already nervous ensign sat beside him.
(Marina)
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Valad Tavik
Lt. Commander
Registered: Sept 11, 2008 4:29:47 GMT
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Post by Valad Tavik on Oct 27, 2010 20:04:50 GMT
A JP between Nathan and Valad:
=== After return to USS El-Salvador ===
Nathan had both his patients transferred to sickbay immediately and hadn't spared the rest of the team a second look before he hurried out. He had no time to wait for a debriefing, he had critical patients to tend to. "Hannah! Donovan!" He directed both to tend to Stacey, while he focused on the worse injured patient: Valad. The man was still impaled on his sword, but now that he was transferred to a biobed, he directed a nurse to hold him on his side, while a second nurse held the dermal regenerator ready to suture the exit wound as soon as the sword was pulled back.
For the moment, Nathan was relieved that mirror Savot had put Valad into the Vulcan healing trance; it allowed him to work swiftly and without interruption. However, once the sword was all out, and the wounds tended to, Nathan had to face the worst thing he'd ever done: wake someone from the healing trance. "Don't interfere," he warned his nurses as he lifted his left hand and slapped Valad across his cheeks with all his might.
Valad was floating in nothing. His eyes were open, but he saw nothing. No light, no darkness. Nothing. He tried to smell, but there was nothing to smell. He tried to breathe, but there was nothing to breathe. He tried to move, but he couldn't feel his arms or legs, or at least he thought he couldn't feel them.
Suddenly, he saw a bright light appear in the distance and with it, a very soft train whistle. Very slowly, the light came closer and closer. The light got larger and brighter and the whistle got louder. It was coming right towards him! He could not move to get out of the way. With all the strength he could muster, he tried to move. He was motionless. The train hit as hard as it could. He was gone.
The sound of the flatline didn't deter the determined doctor. This was the healing trance, one didn't die during a healing trance, it just didn't happen. With all his might, he slapped Valad across his face again. "Live," he demanded, "wake up, and live." He needed him out of the trance before he could do anything else. "Wake up, damn you!"
Again, there was nothing. He was in the motionless state. Ok, let's see if I can think.....I'll take that as a yes. Let's think about this. What do I see? Nothing...ok that got me nowhere... The bright light reappeared, along with the whistle. Again with this? Who'd I [word deleted] off now.... The light again got closer and the whistle louder. But this time it was different. He thought he heard the faintest of voices, but he could make out what it was saying. He looked directly at the light again. Awww sh... The train hit.
A pulse! Nathan glanced at the monitor, then at the shocked expressions on the faces of his nurses. Gentle Nathan, having at it at an unconscious patient. But what did they know about Tow-kath? His hand was starting to smart, but he had to continue, it was Valad who had to indicate when to stop, by stopping him. So, despite his innate reluctance to do harm, he slapped Valad again, as hard as he could. The pain should guide him back to consiousness, if it didn't he'd be lost forever.
He found himself back in nothingness. What is this suspended animation? If he had any feeling he would have chuckled at his own joke. But again he found himself trapped in a vacuum of nothing. Once again, the light reappeared off in the distance. If I could move, I'd run and hit you head on! Seemingly ignoring him, the light moved ever faster toward its target. Just before it hit, Valad said, "Bring it!" The train hit!
A gush of air flew into Valad's lungs. All of the pain flowed vigorously throughout his body. He felt on fire! But as he exhaled, everything calmed down. The pain was still there, but it was almost as if it didn't matter. He opened his eyes abruptly, trying to sit up. "Damn it! What the hell was that?"
At that same moment, Nathan's left hand connected soundly with his right cheek. Startled, he took a step back, though he was clearly relieved that his patient was back. He cast a guilty look towards the man. "That was me slapping you sir," he replied. "It was necessary."
Valad was dazed. "The slapping was alright. It was metaphorical morph into a bloody train that screwed with my mind." He laid back down and said, "Next time, I'll deal with the pain. We are never doing that again..."
"Be a little more specific commander, what are we not doing again? Mirror Savot induced the tow-kath, a Vulcan healing trance. And this is the method to revive a patient from it, the pain of being slapped is a point of focus."He activated the biobed's scanning mode and studied the readings for a moment. "You'll be sore for a while, and I want you to rest right here for the next couple of hours. We nearly lost you commander, you were very gravely injured."
Valad waved it off. "Never mind." He watched the doctor study the results. "Anything good on there? And where's my sword? I want to hang on my wall for posterity."
Nathan frowned. "Your injuries have been tended to, are you experiencing any pain? You appear almost happy, giddy. I'm quite sure I didn't give you anything that should cause such a response." He gestured behind him. "Sword's in my office, you can have it when you're released." He pressed his hand flat against Valad's chest, holding him down."You are not yet leaving commander. I'll sedate you if I have to."
"Hah! It's good to be alive, Doc!" The doctor obviously wasn't amused. "Ummm...Since I just got stabbed through the chest, I feel surprisingly well."
"Your chest and your back. You were literally impaled on your sword." He clearly wasn't amused, no. In fact he was baffled. "And well though you may feel, you are not leaving commander. Don't make me sedate you."
"I might be ok with that...."
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Post by Savot on Nov 1, 2010 0:19:26 GMT
[El Salvador: Ready Room]
Almost as though summoned, discussing the lack of news from the away team shuttle prompted emergency notification over the intercom in Savot's Ready Room, =^=Bridge to Captain. We've received word from the Away Team. They're en route and the doctor reports injuries, one critical. ETA 17 minutes.=^=
Savot gently stood up while holding Yarna so he could place her in the seat he was vacating as he rose, tapping his commbadge afterward, =^=Acknowledged, clear main shuttlebay and all foot traffic between there and sickbay Savot out.=^=
The vulcan then turned to Mitchell, "Mr. Mitchell please take your children back to quarters. As the doctor made the injury report it would appear he is not significantly wounded; you may meet the shuttle upon its return should you wish but please do not impede the medical personnel, and afterwards confer with Commander Roberts to discuss optimal dispersal of Marine forces through the ship for our upcoming confrontation. Freddy, I am pleased to have made your acquaintance." Savot finished with a nod to the boy who'd introduced himself to Yarna.
<Mitchell response if any>
Savot then tapped his badge to open another line, =^=Savot to Roberts. Away team is en route with injuries, and while there is likely little we can do to assist the Doctor's efforts we need to be ready to move in case the team's report suggests we should move up our timetable. Assume your station on the bridge and confirm security team readiness throughout the ship with officer Garrett and Corporal Mitchell. Savot out.=^=
<Roberts>
Delbridge was already up having anticipated his vulcan friend's wishes, and waited beside Yarna's chair while Savot spoke to her, "Miss Yarna I regret ship's business demands my attention until our away team is safely back aboard, but I'm sure Mr. Delbridge is willing to accompany you to my quarters and introduce you to Alfred if that's acceptable?"
Delbridge wore another friendly grin and gave a firm nod, "T'would be an honor m'lady. We can run the Isabel idea by him and see how he likes it." The human engineer extended a hand to the little girl while the other caught a datapadd handed to him by Savot containing the current security codes to access his quarters.
<Yarna>
************************************************* [El Salvador: Main Shuttlebay upon Mini-Sal return]
The shuttle landed and the forcefields sprang back into place before the physical doors slid closed again as well but by that time the well-trained medical staff were already moving Tavik and Jackson to sickbay. Captain Savot stood nearby yet well clear of the doors so as not to become an obstacle, and summoned the EMH into being, "Doctor, I'll need to speak with Commander Garrett for the initial debrief but take the rest of the Away team to sickbay for diagnosis. Start with the routine checks and work your way through to meet Doctor van Breughel should he require further assistance with Commander Jackson or Mr. Tavik."
The vulcan captain knew many doctors were reluctant to utilize Emergency Medical Holograms, but hadn't known Nathan long enough to glean his opinion on the matter. Savot figured it was safe starting the EMH on the other end allowing the 2 physicians to meet in the proverbial middle, confident that if Nathan needed the EMH's assistance with Tavik right away that he'd just supercede Savot's instructions to the EMH in his capacity as Chief Medical Officer. The important thing was that the crew were taken care of, whatever way got that done best.
Before Garrett approached, Savot's counterpart did so and the two vulcans stood a foot apart as the mirror gave his own brief recounting of at least the portions he'd been witness to, "...I then placed your Mr. Tavik in the vulcan healing trance in an attempt to stave off deterioration until we reached your ship's medical facilities. Naturally I'll submit myself as well to your standard decontamination procedures but fortunately mass incompetence is thus far incommunicable."
Captain Savot would normally have pointed out that a member of the crew the assassin had just insulted was grievously wounded on an assignment to help the assassin better complete his own contract... but knew such facts would have no impact and as such merely dismissed his reflection with a curt nod, and crossed the shuttlebay to meet Garrett stepping down out of the Mini-Sal, "Commander, are you well enough to give a report?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2010 20:17:36 GMT
OOC: in part a JP with Valad Tavik
IC: Five hours after Nathan had wakened Valad from the <i>Tow-kath</i>, the doctor walked up to the biobed where the operations officer was resting. "How are you feeling commander?" he asked quietly, while flipping open his tricorder, "any pain anywhere?"
Valad twiddled his thumbs waiting to be released. Sure he had just been impaled by a sword, but he was feeling alright. "I'll live. I'm a little sore, but nothing that shouldn't wear off in a few days. How are you?" he asked jokingly.
"Functional," the doctor replied gravely, a hint of sadness touching his face. He still believed he had killed his own husband, not knowing the marine was still very much alive. "And yes the soreness should wear off in a few days, provided you keep to light duties and light exercise. I'm serious commander, don't overtax yourself or you'll find yourself right back here in this bed."
"Oh I would never overtax myself, Doc." His tone had changed to only half joking. He wasn't even sure he could go on full duties, but he certainly was going to do what he could. "Well I am thinking a good meal is in order. Care to join?"
With a sigh, Nathan returned the tricorder to the tray he'd picked it up from. When he looked up, his eyes were haunted. "I'm not sure that is a good idea commander, I should go home and tell my children their father has been killed."
Valad immediately looked up confused. "Wait! What?" Valad had been out of it. He had no idea what had happened.
"Jayden wasn't supposed to be on that mission, he wasn't supposed to be there. We were attacked and I tried to assist in our defense. He got in the line of fire.." The doctor's voice broke. "I killed him."
Valad was dumbfounded. "Doctor, I am terribly sorry....I didn't know."
At that precise moment, just as Nathan was about to respond, the subject of their conversation literally walked in. "Didn't know what?" he asked in surprise, even though he immediately picked up on his mate's sense of grief. "I'm glad the reports of your death were exaggerated commander," he continued as he walked up to them. "Nathan, what's wrong?" He glanced at his husband, who seemed robbed of his speech and had gone as white as a sheet. "What's with him?"
Valad raised an eyebrow and a grin slowly formed on his face. After nodding his head in response to Mitchell, Valad said, "I'll give you some privacy. Rain check, Doc." He hopped off the bed, wincing a little from the light impact and started to walk out. He stopped, turned towards the office and grabbed his new sword and then walked out of sickbay.
"Nathan?" Jayden approached, holding out his hands. "You've gone all white, what's wrong?"
Nathan just stared at him. "But...I saw you die...I shot you, I saw you die.."
Jayden smiled softly, while taking the man into his arms, carefully rubbing his back and shoulders. "That wasn't me love, that wasn't me. I never left the El-salvador. The man you killed, must've been my mirror counterpart. I'm sure you didn't intend to do it either way, it isn't in your nature, I know you better than that. But don't dwell on it now, I'm alive and well as you see."
Nathan nodded, burying his face against his husband's shoulder, savouring the contact. "It was so real..." He trailed off. "I should've stayed here, I'm not equipped for this kind of mission, I should've stayed here."
"And who then would've saved Commanders Jackson and Tavik hm? No you were needed, and you'll just have to train harder. We'll find you a counselor to talk to, but right now I'm taking you home. The children missed you."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2010 16:33:17 GMT
John had been chatting for little over quater of an hour with Marina, alot of it quite awkward in all honesty. The past is the past, and there is little point in dwelling on the things you can't change, because then it can consume you, at least thats what John had always thought. Maybe it was the other way round. While he took a last sip of his drink, the comm badger chirpped, quickly tapping it, he heard Savot's voice.
=^=Savot to Roberts. Away team is en route with injuries, and while there is likely little we can do to assist the Doctor's efforts we need to be ready to move in case the team's report suggests we should move up our timetable. Assume your station on the bridge and confirm security team readiness throughout the ship with officer Garrett and Corporal Mitchell. Savot out.=^=
=^= Understood, I'll do it on route to the bridge captain =^=
"I best get going then" he spoke, as he climbed to his feet and began to leave for the security office. (Marina) Tapping his comm badge, =^= Roberts to the security office, please have the status report of all tactical systems, and security team readiness routed to the tac/sec console on the bridge within the next 10 minutes=^= There was a response, but he took little notice of it. His mind more focused, this was a time that John thrived on, however strange it mya seem. Pressure was soothing he virtually lived off, otherwise, things can get a little boring and jaded. Entering the turbolift, he said "Deck one, bridge" within a few seconds, the doors closed and his was on his way up through the ship, towards the bridge.
(Added part below)
Arriving, John quickly relieved Lt. Green, who was manning the security console,. His fingers flying across the console to inform the security office he was ready to receive the status report when ever it was ready, and to inform them he would check the tactical systems from there. All was well, just as they had been the last time he checked, something that was normal with the El Sal, everything always ran smoothly and was in tip top condition.
The personnel report came through, every security officer was on standby, ready to engage the Penance if they had too, but, it shouldn't come to that, at least that's what John was hoping. The one thing that the El Sal had as an advantage was the MVA, everything was either exactly the same, or better than what we have.
=^= Roberts to Savot, all tactical systems are operational, as well all sensor systems. Security personnel are on standby, awaiting further orders sir =^=
(Savot)
OCC: Apologies for the lateness of the post, it's been difficult to get used to working 35 hours a week, having done almost nothing prior to starting haha
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Post by SA. Stacey Jackson [Ret] on Nov 23, 2010 18:12:05 GMT
She stepped off the shuttle after Tavik had been taken to sickbay in the rush to get him the proper medical care Stacey had managed to avoid being dragged off with him.
She still felt light headed but she was slowly beginning to feel better, looking to Commodore Savot Stacey gave a slight nod as she to stand next to Commander Garrett. Stacey looked at Megan and gave a nod as she said. “I will fill him in, you can go and check on Tavik I am sure you are anxious.”
Now looking back to Savot her face dropped from the smile to a more neutral look of displeasure. “It didn’t go according to plan Sir.” She stated as she motioned for the main door. “I will brief you on my way to sickbay.”
<Tag Savot>
She walked next to him holding on tightly to her injured arm as she did so. “We ran in to more than our fair share of mirror doubles.. The Doctors partner was there.. from what I sensed from Tavik his double was there.. Clarkes double made an appearance.”
She shook her head and let out a sigh. “We did however manage to get the needed information for your infiltration team.. I would suggest we act on it sooner rather than later once the station staff realise what was copied from their database they will no doubt inform someone on this Penance.. or whatever we called it.”
She stopped walking as they neared sickbay and sighed heavily. “I’m too old for this.” She shook her head as she walked forward. “I will be on the bridge soon sir.”
<Savot>
Stacey entered sickbay and took a quick look at the scene, Tavik was already resting comfortably on one of the bio beds next to the main wall and Nathan appeared to have already left no doubt she thought to check on his partner.
Walking up next to Tavik’s bed Stacey gave a slight smile as she looked down and asked. “How are you feeling Commander’?”
<Tag Tavik>
She smiled warmly and replied. “Good you get better quickly Commander or I’ll come back down here and crack heads.”
She now turned to look at one of the nurses in the main area of sickbay and said. “If you don’t mind taking a look at my arm? Or calling Nathan back.. it is really beginning to get bothersome now.”
<Tag Nathan>
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