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Post by cleburnmcleod on Aug 15, 2005 2:54:45 GMT
As CLeburn was leaving the Bridge he decided to head to the replimat. He walked in in time to notice Commander Tintagel by the food. He grinned with the Scottish humor chuckling in his eyes. The Commander had not yet noticed him. He walked up behind her and said as he tapped her on the shoulder, "So Lassie, what brings ye to the replimat on this fine morning. Tag Doc
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Post by tintagel on Aug 15, 2005 5:02:06 GMT
Illito was startled a little when Cleburn snuck up behind her, but she managed to suppress her surprise so that it was not shown.
"So Lassie, what brings ye to the replimat on this fine morning," Cleburn asked.
“I came here to get something to eat,” Illito replied, a little hostile, she didn’t appreciate being called Lassie, as it was neither her name, nor her position, nor her rank, and she did not see how it connected to her.
Illito forced a smile, and managed to make it a little more genuine. “I don’t know, I just felt like talking to someone, and I realized that I don’t really know anyone on this ship. And I would sometimes just like to be able to talk to someone.” Illito shrugged. “What about you?” she asked.
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Post by cleburnmcleod on Aug 15, 2005 19:08:01 GMT
Cleburn sensed her hostile at his familar reference. "I ask ye forgiveness at the term lassie, Its a hold over from the way I was raised." “I don’t know, I just felt like talking to someone, and I realized that I don’t really know anyone on this ship. And I would sometimes just like to be able to talk to someone.” the Doc said. "Well, Doc, it is ok if i refer to ye as such. I came down to grab a bit to eat before the mission on the planet. You from Cardassia or some where else?" Cleburn asked as he grabbed his haggis.
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Post by tintagel on Aug 15, 2005 22:00:32 GMT
"Well, Doc, it is ok if i refer to ye as such."
"Yes, it’s fine," Illito replied. "I just don’t like to be referred to by a title I did not earn nor by a name that was not given to me at my birth."
"You from Cardassia or some where else?" Cleburn asked.
"I’m from Cardassia," Illito replied, choosing something from the replicator to eat. " Unfortunately."
Cleburn looked like he was about to say something, but Illito decided to cut him off with an explanation of what she had just said. “Conditions on Cardassia aren’t very good, it isn’t the kind of place that anyone really loves, or is proud to be from, at least not anymore.” Illito shrugged. “But I’m not there anymore, and that’s something, I guess.” She smiled.
“What about you?” Illito asked. “You mentioned ‘Lassie’ was a ‘hold over’ from how you were raised. Where would that be?” she asked. “If you don’t mind telling me, I don’t want to be intrusive.”
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Post by T'Mar on Aug 16, 2005 22:07:40 GMT
OC: A lot to catch up, so here goes:
Cleburn had asked for a report on the inhabitants of Aran III. T'Mar directed him to the computer where all files created by the observers had been stored for the mission. "There is quite a lot of information" T'Mar said. "You won't be able to read it all in such a short time. Focus on culture and their usual ways. If there is anything you need to know, you can always contact the observation post for guidance."
"Thankyou sir. I know it's short time, but I'll manage." The commodore gave him an approving nod as he left the bridge.
Later on, the away team was busy on the planet and so far the reports were good. The holographic presentation was in place and working adequately. She had noticed Dr Tintagel was starting to mingle with the rest of the crew. Cleburn was on the surface, keeping an eye on the locals as he discovered there was an annual festival being prepared. He reported it to Commander Brianon who sent a message to Scavenger. "Perhaps it is an idea to study this cultural event. It would be fun." "I agree that it can be interesting. But still, keep a low profile because you're not from around here." "It appears a lot of people from around the area are coming here. I don't think we'll draw much attention." T'Mar thought it would be interesting to go and meet het undercover people at the festival and do some anthropological reconnaisance herself. She went to sickbay and talked to Dr Tintagel. "Good evening doctor, I'd like to know what I would look like in Aranian guise." Illito smiled. "Well sir, that can be arranged. If you will lie down over there, I'll get started.
OC: Commander Brianon is too busy to sim for a while, so she's on LOA. On the site, her position is now vacant. We can continue to use her character for this mission and see later on who will be promoted to FO or who will be joining us as FO.
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Post by tintagel on Aug 17, 2005 0:23:36 GMT
Illito was a little surprised when Commodore T’Mar said she would be joining the away team, or at least implied it. "Well sir, that can be arranged. If you will lie down over there, I'll get started," Illito replied.
She chose the necessary tools, and worked on the surgery that was a necessary part of helping the Commodore to blend in with the native population. Illito decided not to talk while the surgery was being done, since the only thing that came to mind would be to talk about customs the Commodore would need to know to blend in with the Aranians, but Illito thought that silence would probably be easier for while she worked.
After Illito had finished the surgery and given the Commodore a mirror, she glanced at the work she had done. It should do what it needed to, the Commodore no longer looked like a Vulcan. “I’m going to guess that you plan to look like an Aranian because you want to blend in with them,” Illito said. “And that you may not have that much time to figure out a lot of their body language, so I can summarize what I’ve learned,” Illito volunteered.
“That would help,” Commodore T’Mar said.
“In general an Aranians stand about six centimeters closer to each other than Cardassians or Vulcans do. It can be a little awkward, but just let the person you’re talking to step closer so the distance between you two is what they are comfortable with, and don’t step away, I probably don’t have to tell you how rude that would be. If you want to agree with what someone said, nodding is probably not a good idea, although it would be okay, most people simply shake hands to indicate that they are both in agreement, sort of like humans will do when they are making a formal accord, but they do it more often and less formally.” Illito paused. “I don’t know if that will help, but it should at least give a few of the basics,” Illito finished.
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Post by T'Mar on Aug 17, 2005 11:57:37 GMT
OFF: How inventive Illito! Those are just the things Vulcans are NOT comfortable with, LOL . But T'Mar will manage
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Post by cleburnmcleod on Aug 19, 2005 23:28:40 GMT
Cleburn had been down on the planet for several days, and was to be quite honest enjoying himself. While constantly watching out for signs that the Aranian had discovered the warp ship. He had set himself up in a small house on the outskirts of the main town. He was quite surprised to learn that Commodore T'Mar was coming down for the festival. He had been excited to recieve cleareance to attend. He was speaking with the Commodore when a knock came at the door. Quickly stowing the communicator under the kilt he wore (He had no problem with wering one especially since that was the native dress of his home area on earth) he stood up and walked to the door, and opened it. Standing there was Regala, a native of the main town he had made friends with. "So Cleburn, are you coming to the festival?" Regala asked. "Aye, Regala." Cleburn answered. "Until then?" "Until then." Cleburn answered reaching out to shake Regala's hand. "May the road rise to meet you." Cleburn said in parting. "May the wind be always at your back." Regala finished the parting statement. Cleburn sighed as he shut the door. He pulled out his communicator and said, "Sooory, Commodore, all clear. You can beam down to my coordinates when ready." Tag
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Post by T'Mar on Aug 23, 2005 13:55:46 GMT
The commodore beamed down and greeted Cleburn. "Good evening Mr McLeod. Let us join the party." "Good evening sir" he replied. "I've sort of befriended one of the Aranians and I'm going to the party with her(I assume Regala is a she?)" T'Mar nodded. "Do not get too attached to any of these people. It might cause trouble to both of you. We are leaving once the mission is completed." Cleburn nodded. "I know sir, but for as long as it lasts, I'd like to learn as much as I can from these people." They went to the festival where there was a lot of dancing. Cleburn and T'Mar first looked for a while to observe the dancing. They would have been found out as strangers if they did not learn how to do the traditional dances in which everyone participated. After a while, they joined in. The people mostly danced in circles. There was one large circle which encompassed increasingly smaller circles. The sport was to gather as many people to make a larger shell around the other dancing people. T'Mar and Cleburn joined a new shell and danced hand in hand alongside people they had not met before. The steps were relatively simple but T'Mar was not so comfortable holding some other people's hands. She did her best not to show anything. As the dancing continued, it became dark although it was around three o' clock in the afternoon. The solar eclipse they were expecting, had begun. The Aranians were not concerned about these events because they understood astronomy. But solar eclipses are rare so they celebrated every occurance. As it became darker, their pace and rythem quickened untill the eclipse was total. The people stopped dancing and looked to the sky. The sight was stunning. The star's corona was clearly visible and it caused many ooh's and aah's. Once the sun started to emerge, people put on special eyewear for protection. T'Mar also did so even though her inner eyelid could protect her. Aranians did not have such organs. But then Luke, who was busy with the downed spaceship, called. "Commodore, we have a problem! There are boats coming down the holographic river. I'm sure I didn't program them!"
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Post by cleburnmcleod on Aug 24, 2005 15:44:13 GMT
OFF: Actually Regala is a he but whatever is fine here.
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Post by T'Mar on Sept 2, 2005 12:00:22 GMT
OC: If anyone is having trouble posting, please pm or email me about it. I know Luke posted but I asked him to change his post. I didn't mean he should remove it, just change the course of events to create a dilemma which would be challenging for us.
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Post by T'Mar on Sept 8, 2005 12:41:02 GMT
OC: Guys, if anyone is having problems with the way the plot is developing, please let me know so we can do something about it. I don't like the way it's stalling right now. We were doing so great a couple of weeks ago.
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Post by lukedunsmore on Sept 9, 2005 23:58:58 GMT
"Everybody hide!" Luke screamed. He ran with the others. They were struggling to find somewhere. "Inside there!" Luke said, pointing at the ship, the door of which they had just unsealed. He quickly activated the temporary holographic cloak for the ship and hurried inside. What they stepped into shocked the 12 engineers. It was a great hall, so tall the ceiling was not visible and so long that at the end it narrowed to a point of non- existance. Luke gasped. "Sir," said Ensign Yamill. "What is this?" Luke couldn't speak, on the outside, the ship was no larger than 20 feet long and 8 feet tall. "It must be a hologram," Yamill said, although sounding a little unconvinced. She pulled out her tricorder. "No," she said, disbelief pervading her now shrill voice. "It's real, not a hologram!" Luke couldn't believe it. "Yamill, this place. Beauty, defined in a single point in the Universe. This is it Yamill, this is what its all the about, the unknown realms of the impossible". He was fascinated, the walls of the hall were covered in colour so vivid it shcoked the imagination, and even included some colours Luke had never seen before. The floor was spotlessly clean, the reflections of the 12 people, dwarfed by the immense size of the room, shining at them. Luke began to walk forward, the temptation of exploration too much to contain. As soon as he had walked about 5 feet, a loud scream erupted from down the hall, perferating the air like a punctured tyre. Luke covered his ears, it was shrill, more chilling than anything he had ever heard. He turned back to the others, who were for some reason staring over Luke's head. He wheeled around in puzzlement, and saw the most frightening thing the Universe could have possibly conceived.
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Post by T'Mar on Sept 11, 2005 21:44:05 GMT
After Luke's message, T'Mar decided to go down to the site right away, taking Cleburn with her. In a distance, she saw boats going down the holographic river which was hiding the space ship. "They will feel a bump when they hit the ship" T'Mar said. "They might think it's a rock sir and think nothing curious of it" Cleburn replied. But T'Mar shook her head. "It's a plain mr McLeod. There are no rocks present of that size." Cleburn grew more concerned and looked worried. "I suggest we hide near the river and observe." Idea's raced through T'Mar's mind. There were options to correct cultural contamination like wiping people's memories, but that might be difficult here. From their hiding place in some low shrubs, they saw some boats hitting the spaceship and the boatmen turned around to see what's wrong. T'Mar contacted Luke. "Mr Dunsmore, could you modify the holoprogram to produce a high water wave immediately? That might put them off guard." Cleburn nodded. "They'll have something to talk about in the morning. Rocks and high waves, and all gone the next morning, now that's an interesting story." "Indeed" T'Mar replied. "I'll have a lot to explain to Starfleet Command." Luke did not reply. However his assistant sent a message that he had sent in a high wave and a couple of moments later the water moved the boats away from the submerged ship. T'Mar shook her head, thinking of the tricks they had to pull out of Scavenger's hat to make this mission a succes.
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Post by cavit on Sept 23, 2005 19:00:41 GMT
On the bridge Semia sat in the command chair thinking what kind of idiot would land a warp ship in a pre warp civilization, she didn't know much that was going on seeing her shuttle only arrived two hours ago. Crossing her legs she tilted her head at the view screen and stared at it for a moment. See saw the stars ripple on it and she suddenly stopped and stood up and moved closer. The helmsman looked at her and noticed the look on Semia's face "Ma'am?" That ripple became solid, a Romulan warbird, "Sweet jeezus Ensign shi--" she didn't finnish the first hit hit them hard she was thrown into the gaurd rail beside the captians chair and there was an audible crack as she hit it jaw first then her vision whiten as she hit the second rail below it in the head, red alert klaxions sounded and she heard spanels overload and spark Semia got to her knees slowly and used the rail that pretty much maimed her to get back up, she could hardly see it was all red in her left eyeand blurry in the other and she called "report" "Hull breach on decks two and three sections 13 to 15 forcefields in place and holding and are shelds are up now" called the ensin and tactical "They are hailing us commander" the ops officer called "On screen" Semia said The Viewer turned from a warbird to a romulans face who had a poisonus look on his face, this is Sub commander Rul we know you are harboring romulan fugitives on this planet, surrender them now or be destroyed" Semia spat out blood her jaw was broken but she could still talk "I didn't know they where fugitives and you in federation space and open fired without cause so subcommander all due respect you can go kiss a horses [word deleted]" The Romulan glared at the trill "So be it" She watched it turn and face them and she turn to harrision who was at ops "Lieutenant open a channel to the away team" "Cavit to Commadore T'Mar , Ma'am we have a problem up here"
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Post by lukedunsmore on Sept 24, 2005 22:27:56 GMT
OFF- I'm in the ship, Commodore, can your previous post be changed so tghat I don't cause the tide?
ON- Evil, pure evil stared Luke in the face. Not a huge monster with teeth and claws, not the Devil, not some huge dark cloud, but a Boy. Simple in appearance, he stood, a teddy bear dangling in his left hand. He stared up at Luke with a look of insecurity, even fear. The boys glare filled Luke with terror, more so than anything anyone had experienced before. In the boys eyes, a reel of Humanity's most evil acts raced by. Two huge buildings falling to the ground, WWIII, deaths during the Bell Riots, War with the Romulans. The decay of Humanity flew across the glazed surface of the Boy's eyes. Luke couldn't move, paralysed by the innocence of the glare. The reel stopped, and the boy opened his mouth. "A lesson". He turned, and began to walk away. The room changed, morphed into an office. Paper, ancient computers, people bustling around in strange clothes. A strange device on the wall entertained red, digitized text. '8:51' Luke turned around. His staff were with him, staring around in puzzlement. In front of them, windows, as well as on the right and behind them. On the left, a concrete wall. Large text on the wall read '92'. Suddenly, there was a sound so loud Luke covered his ears. The floor shook. Screams added to the noise. A few seconds later, smoke began to cover the windows on his right. "A plane!" someone screamed. "A plane's just hit the building!"
OFF- It is my intention to create a kind of moral story around my character and his engineering staff on this alien ship. It is not my intention to cause offence against anyone, but if any of the above described evemnts or future events disturb or offend you, please do not hesitate to send me a private message.
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Post by T'Mar on Sept 27, 2005 22:24:34 GMT
OFF: Luke, it might be interesting to include some actual historical facts into the story, but make sure the facts you're using have some meaning concerning our story, let it be more than just an interesting fact.
ON: T'Mar hoped the flood had created enough chaos so the people wouldn't realize what was going on. Then she got a garbled message from her new first officer aboard the Scavenger. She heard something about attack and Romulans. "Romulans in this sector?" she thought aloud. "That would be a gross violation of our treaties. Mr McLeod, we must assume that Scavenger is under attack. The message wasn't clear but if there are indeed Romulans attacking, they will jam all communications." Cleburn nodded. "I fully agree. I am quite astonished as the Romulans haven't been this agressive for decades. In fact, they have never gotten so far into Federation space unchecked before! They must have improved cloaking technology!" They decided to join the crew at the hologramcovered spaceship but found only a couple of ensigns saying the rest went inside. They also reported they had not heard from the others in a while and could not get in touch with commander Dunsmore. T'Mar asked what communication equipment was available. There was a transmitter but they doubted if they could get a message through. At last they managed to contact the Romulan vessel. "Romulan vessel, this is Commodore T'Mar! You will seize the attack upon USS Scavenger immediately!" The Romulan answered the call. "Or what, you will blow us to smithereens from the surface? We have scanned the planet, there are no weapons which could be a threat to us." T'Mar cursed the Romulan inwardly. "You are correct but this attack will have galactic concequences even you cannot foresee. You do not wish to have an all out war on your concience!" "Then where are the fugitives you're hiding commodore?" the romulan growled. T'Mar thought of her ship and her husband and child aboard. "You must be misinformed. I hide no-one! I suggest you kill your spies!" For some time the transmitter remained silent.
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Post by T'Mar on Oct 8, 2005 6:27:37 GMT
OT: If anyone has trouble posting, please send me a message. It's been stalling for more than a week now.
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Post by cleburnmcleod on Oct 10, 2005 1:12:55 GMT
OOC: sorry lack of posts. IC: Cleburn began examining the ship. He was excited with the variety of equipment on it. "SIr, he called to the Commodore. "The ship seems to be a hodge podge of various races design styles." Tag
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Post by T'Mar on Oct 10, 2005 7:18:25 GMT
T'Mar answered Cleburn immediately. "Mr McLeod, the ship is under attack by Romulans. We need the ship on the surface to get a message to Starfleet! Where's commander Dunsmore?" Luke could not be found at the site of the downed spaceship. T'Mar tried contacting the ship, but still no reply. OC: You are all free to post how the battle with the Romulans unfolds. I think these should be some kind of roque Romulans. Semia, you're in command of the ship now as I'm on the surface, have fun
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Post by T'Mar on Oct 18, 2005 16:52:56 GMT
OC: If you have trouble posting, please let me know! This week I probably won't have time to post. Next week the workload of preparing for a convention will be off my back so I'll have more time then . But if you have ideas you'd like to play out, let me know.
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Post by cleburnmcleod on Oct 20, 2005 23:15:08 GMT
"Aye, sir" Cleburn responded. "Cleburn began examining the ship. "I think this is the comm array." Cleburn said after a momnet. Cleburn fiddled with the controls a minute before pressing a button. Suddenly Cleburn and the Commodore found themselves in one of the Cargo bays on board the Scavenger. Tag (Hope this wasna out of line)
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Post by T'Mar on Oct 24, 2005 14:44:00 GMT
OC: No, I think it's quite inventive. It's not explained but I don't think an explanation is needed when the ship is in peril
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Post by cleburnmcleod on Oct 24, 2005 21:32:12 GMT
"Opps." Cleburn said. "that musta been the transporter." Cleburn turned to the Commodore, "Now, what sir?" Tag
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Post by T'Mar on Oct 26, 2005 21:07:56 GMT
"Indeed it was a transporter. We'll go to the bridge." They both hurried towards the bridge while the ship was at Red Alert status. The commodore could feel the ship maneuvering to avoid the Romulan ships' fire. The Scavenger didn't catch too many hits because it was a lot smaller than the Romulan Warbird and more maneuverable. And they had a good pilot.
On the bridge, Commander Cavit was surprised to see T'Mar and Cleburn. "Sir, I thought you were down on the surface. We're still in one piece. The Romulan doesn't seem to listen to any reason." "We've found a transporter" T'Mar replied. "Come about, target their weapons" she ordered. "Then break orbit and go to warp!" Cavit looked surprised. "Sir, we still have crew down on the planet." "They will have to wait. Once we have a headstart, we can get a message out to Starfleet about our situation. I will encode it now." She accessed the commsystem on a panel in her chair and wrote the emergency message. She knew the standard specs of this type of warbird and knew her ship could outrun it. The maneuver succeeded and they sped away at maximum warp. "The Romulans are engaging pursuit" Cleburn reported. But we're out of jamming range now." "Contact Starfleet!" T'Mar said.
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