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Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2005 7:09:33 GMT
It had been several days after the wedding, and the newlyweds had enjoyed a few quiet days aboard starbase Bellicose, mainly spending time together on the holodecks. However, now was the time to get under way again, and Sonak had offered Admiral Reckus a ride back to Earth, since their next assignment would lead them past the planet.
She walked onto the bridge, and was mildly surprised to see Liam Reckus standing with his nose pressed to the forward viewscreen. "You might see more when you take a little distance from the viewscreen mister," she called towards him, "it is a screen, not a window."
The boy whirled around and turned beetred for a moment, then grinned sheepishly and took a few steps back. He walked towards his new sister-in-law when she beckoned him and patted the large centre seat. "You might be more comfortable here," she said, as she turned and went to check on communications.
"All hands, this is the captain speaking," she called, "we have received new orders, but we are going to take a little detour past Earth. All senior staff report to the briefing room in three hours. Mr Fox, report to the bridge."
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right the new orders is just uhm...nothing really lol...but we are going to earth and then to the past...how? any ideas?>
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Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2005 19:12:36 GMT
OOC: Well...we could use the old slingshot method; I always thought that was cool. Perhaps the engines malfunction in some way, causing the ship to accelerate out of control as we approach the solar system. The Vesuvius is flung around the sun, knocked about a good bit, and ends up stranded in Earth orbit with minimal power (which is why they can't go back right away). Then the real fun begins...
IC: Meylor had been in a sublime mood lately, and an insistent voice in his head somewhere was telling him to be wary. If it's this good for this long, something's bound to come along and screw it up in spectacular fashion. The ship was running mostly smooth (their relatively new Chief Engineer had proved to be almost as meticulous as Nick), Mr. and Mrs. Reckus seemed to be even more sprightly than Meylor was, and a certain young computer specialist had become the apple of a certain young Ops Manager's eye. Erica (they were now on a first name basis, though Meylor had established the same protocol with his entire team) was becoming quite an efficient member of his team, topping everyone in the department in crew evaluations (she was already nicely on the way to a promotion), as well as taking them all to the cleaners each week at the poker game. Some of the players had resorted to introducing new games, like blackjack and so on, to have a better chance, but Erica kept up with the changes as if she could see them coming. Meylor was the only one content to lose; just to be in the same room with her was reward enough.
In her practical, no-nonsense approach to things, she barely seemed to notice his attentions, though to be fair, Meylor wasn't exactly making his intentions crystal clear. He was jarringly alerted to this fact the other day, however, when another crewmen made his move and asked her out. Erica purportedly responded coldy to the officer's egocentric attitude, but the occurence made Meylor acutely aware of the need to be both decisive and forthright when it came to this girl. She obviously did not suffer fools, or cowards, gladly. Meylor rapidly determined that he would prove himself to be neither, regardless of the risk that determination might entail.
It was now an off-duty period, and as he stepped into the messhall for a quick lunch, Meylor soon caught site of Erica sitting alone, studying a PADD intently and drinking what looked like a goblet of Klingon bloodwine. He resolved to take his chance, and found himself slipping into the chair opposite her.
"Seat's not taken?"
She looked up suddenly, her calm and impassive posture softening. "Of course, Commander. I mean, Paht", she amended, not having gotten used to that protocol quite yet.
He gestured to the goblet she held. "Is that Klingon bloodwine I smell? Hard to miss."
"Yes...I don't often drink it, though it's a favorite. Only when relaxing, or when I have a riddle to solve, like this little matter with the bio-neural computer interface on Deck 14. Ever since that chemical spill in Cargo Bay 2, some systems on that deck haven't been functioning up to specs."
"I know what you mean about bloodwine. Something about the flavor seems enliven the senses, galvanise the thought process. Unlike most alcohol."
"Exactly! Not only that, but unlike most alcohol, or most bloowine for that matter, this stuff doesn't have the intoxicating effects. The little blessings of modern technology..." She raised the goblet in a mock toast.
Meylor couldn't help but grin. This girl never ceased to surprise him; now he found that they shared a favorite drink. He also couldn't help but notice how relaxed she quickly became around him, in contrast to the business-like demeanor she had moments before his arrival, and he noted, when she was working with the other Ops team members. It wasn't' the synthetic bloodwine, he was certain of that. They seemed to be connecting on some level, and the idea was heartening to Meylor.
Just as he was about to speak his thoughts, however, the Yellow Alert lights flashed on, and Erica's commbadge buzzed. Tapping it, she returned to her all-business mode.
"Vasquez here."
"It's Thorad. Ensign, report to Engineering. The system anomalies you've been tracking appear to have infiltrated the control relays for the warp field generators, and it's starting to affect engine performance. We've alerted the Main Bridge, but your expertise is required down here."
"I'm on my way. Vasquez out."
They both nodded to eachother in tacit acknowledgement, and Meylor headed for the door and the Bridge. All the way, that voice in his head only got louder.
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Post by fox on Apr 12, 2005 7:03:13 GMT
"Mr Fox, report to the bridge." This short stay at Bellicose had been all Fox needed. Being with Wendy again. A beautifull wedding of Sonak and Jatan and the nice party after it. The days after the wedding he and Wendy had done many things together, doing the hobbies they had in common, having a lot of fun together. Tho when he heard Sonaks voice asking him to report several days later he knew they'd be leaving on a mission again. After he had replied to Sonak that he'd be there as soon as possible Wendy said. "So... you have to go again..." Fox nodded "sadly yes." "I will miss you.." Wendy continued "Promise you'll write." "Will miss you also" Fox replied "I will write you." "I love you." both said at the same time and kisses eachother. Then Fox left her quarters after giving her a last big hug. Walking through the corridors thinking of the last few days he arrived at the docking bay after a few minutes. He walked to the Vesuvius and went onboard, entered a turbolift and said "Bridge". Not much later he walked onto the bridge. Looking around it he spotted her at the com. console and noticed someone else sitting in her chair. He walked over to her. "You called Ma'am? Fox reporting in... "
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Post by mcvaye on Apr 12, 2005 13:15:58 GMT
OFF: Well, we might not have to go back to the past. We can also have that experience due to an anomaly or alien race with psychic powers. Something like the Voyager episode where everyone saw the one he or she loved at the wheel of the encountered spacevessel. It’s just an idea…
ON: “When will I see you again?” Melissa asked from the bed. Daniel beside her on the bed, his bag with belonging packed next to him on the ground. “I don’t know,” Daniel said softly, “if it’s meant to be, we’ll meet again.” Melissa laughed. “What?” Daniel asked. “I never imagined those word ever coming from someone as rational as you.” “Rational? What are you talking about?” “Oh come on Daniel, you’re a counselor, you’re supposed to be objective.” “Yeah, objective considering what’s going on in other people’s minds. But I have my believes that there’s more in this universe than just matter.”
Melissa kissed him. Daniel got up, picked up his bag and exited the quarters. In the door he turned round and winked at Melissa before he disappeared onto the hallway. Dreamily Daniel followed the corridors that’d take him back to the Vesuvius. The trip to his quarters aboard the Vesuvius seemed to take ages. He couldn’t keep his thoughts off Melissa.
He nearly bumped into the door, having forgotten that his quarters were locked. Daniel sighed. “Computer open my quarters, authorization McVaye-delta-pi-60.” *Acknowledged.* The doors opened, and Daniel stepped into his quarters. He dropped his bag and yawned. He didn’t get a lot of sleep during his last night with Melissa. He decided to freshen up before going to the bridge.
The bathroom was dark. “Computer, lights,” he said, supressing another yawn. He looked in the mirror. “Hello Daniel,” his mirror image appeared to say. Daniel shook his head. Definately not enough sleep, Daniel thought, letting cold water pour over his head. “Not enough sleep? No that’s got little to do with me,” the voice came again. “I don’t hear you,” Daniel said out loud, exiting the bathroom. “That’s okay, you’re busy at the moment, not that I care, but for now I’ll leave you alone,” Daniel heard the voice say.
If this continues I’m going to need a counselor, Daniel thought ironically. He found his uniform in the closet in the bedroom. He stared at it for a moment. For some reason he’d always been proud to wear a uniform, giving him the feeling that he was part of something important. Fact is I am, Daniel thought, donning the uniform. He added the black pip to his collar, and straightened his garment. “Oh come on, it’s good this way!” The voice again. Daniel shook his head. I’m hallucinating, but that’s a side effect of last night. Little sleep and a lot of activity. I just need to get a good night rest this evening.
He exited his quarters and walked to the nearest turbolift, humming softly to himself. A young cadet gave him a friendly smile as they entered the turbolift together. The trip was silent. Daniel nodded as the cadet exited on her deck before the elevator resumed it’s ascend. Daniel’s was welcomed onto the bridge by the commodore’s questioning look. “Commodore?” Daniel asked, returning the look. “Are you alright ensign?” “A bit tired, that’s all,” Daniel said, “you look great, I really enjoyed the wedding.” “Thank you,” Sonak said. Daniel nodded and found his seat on the bridge, where he stared out of the viewscreen.
It took ten minutes before Daniel realised there was nothing to do for him on the bridge, and he got up again, having decided to go to his office. “Mister McVaye?” commodore Reckus asked just as Daniel was about to get into the turbolift. “Yes ma’am?” “Be sure to report to the briefing room in three hours.” “Oh yeah, sure, of course,” Daniel said, sounding more distant than he’d expected.
Daniel closed his eyes as he sank down in the comfortable chair in his office. Images flashed past his eyes. He saw Melissa, and his parents, and his friends from the academy. For an instant he felt like he was back in that time, young again, at least younger than now. What a great time that was, and how his world’d changed when he joined Starfleet. His parents had always supported him, and Daniel had been very motivated. But he did miss his friends, and a home, and Melissa already. The Vesuvius is your home for now, Daniel tried to tell himself. But the thought wirhled trought his mind as if it was in some other language.
*Ten minute reminder to briefing,* the computer notified. Daniel looked up from the reports he was going through. He stretched his arms above his head, and put his hair backwards with his hands. He got up and went to find his way to the briefing room. He was the first one to arrive, eight minutes early. Daniel raised his shoulders and sat down in one of the unoccupied chairs, wondering what their next mission was going to be.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2005 20:59:10 GMT
"Jamie, Jamie, Jamie" Ed shook his head in mock disappointment, "How many times do I have to tell you? Never trust a Starbase engineer. Especially if I've already warned you about them."
Jamie blushed, but then regained his composure. "I suppose you've never been caught out. Oh that's right, you were."
"That doesn't count, he's a friend of mine."
Ed turned to his work for a minute. Not that there was much to do. The computer was still sifting through some of the data Mareen's team had left. Until he could see if they could canibalise any equipment, the only thing to do was system checks.
"Oh great, one of the med lab processors is down. Collins to Stokes"
=/\= Stokes here. =/\=
"You're going to need a recheck on one of your processors. From here it looks down."
=/\= Just make my day, why don't you. Any estimate on time frame? =/\=
Jamie checked the data again, "Not really, I can't find it on the system at all."
Robert could be heard sighing at the other end, =/\= Alright, thanks for the tip. I'll get a couple of engineers down here. Stokes out. =/\=
"Everything else looks good so far." Ed commented.
"Definitely. You know it's at times like this when I realise how many labs we have compared to the number of scientists."
The door chimes sounded. "Yeah, come in."
Katia stuck her head round the door, "Sure it's safe?"
"Yep. Computer, I could use some more light." The rest of the lights switched on, and L'Ola could be seen walking over trying to get her uniform jacket on.
"You're not looking so good today." Kat observed.
L'Ola shrugged, "Same as usual I guess."
"Usual doesn't mean everything's ok. Something is not right. You are always ready when I get here, this must be the first time I've seen you without immaculate hair, you've left things in a complete mess... oh and you just put your commbadge on upside down."
Looking down L'Ola saw that Katia was indeed right, and couldn't help smiling at that one, if only for an instant. She put it back the right way up, "I was hoping to start a new trend..."
She received a glare in reply.
"What? Okay, so I'm not 100% with it today. What's your point?"
"I'm just trying to help. You've been completely preoccupied by something."
L'Ola sighed, "That's probably more true than I thought. Well I might as well talk to someone about it..."
"And the girl he was with?"
"Arrived on the starbase a while ago. Known as 'mystery girl', seeing as we know virtually nothing about her. We figure she must be some relation of Commander Kanz', but we're not sure what."
Jamie looked puzzled, "Did you ask?"
Ed shook his head, "Haven't dared. Lucy's so secretive I wouldn't want to. Besides, something weird's up with her personnel file, so it might be a really secret secret."
The pair turned round as they heard the door open. "Hi Jason."
"Hi. Don't suppose Kat's been in yet?"
"Not that I've seen." Jamie answered, sounding almost apologetic.
Jason shrugged, "Oh well. Guess I'll have to check up on her later. Not that there's too much of a rush." He sounded bored. Ed picked up on that.
"How was your shore leave?"
"Wrong question. Went to the wedding. Saw a friend of L'Ola's. Happened to mention something I shouldn't have in front of some people not in the loop." He suddenly realised he'd been babbling again, so he stopped. Of course he'd said enough to get the cogs turning in Ed's mind. If things were really how they seemed...
"Bet you're glad to be back here then."
"Oh yes. I'll feel even better once I've tracked down our head of Astrometrics. So what did you get up to?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2005 12:34:22 GMT
When Sonak walked into the briefing room, she was met by a round of cheers. She looked around in bewilderment, then saw Tony Reckus sitting at the far end of the table with a satisfied look on his face. Jatan, however, looked as if he wanted to crawl under the table and pretend he wasn't there. She had invited the admiral to the senior staff meeting, as they were going to Earth first to drop the Reckus family off, but she figured he might want to stay aboard for this mission.
Fox had already set course for Earth, and they would arrive at their destination in a few minutes. The ship was now on autopilot and a crewman was monitoring the systems as they were in conference. Suddenly the ship jolted, and Sonak felt the deckplates vibrate as the ship accelerated fast. There was another hard jolt and everyone was slammed towards either de deck or into the walls, depending on their position.
She herself was slammed into a wall and the wind was knocked out of her. When she crawled back to her feet, she was still gasping for air. "Bridge, report!" she called, as she hoisted herself into the nearest seat. There was no response from the bridge. With Tony Reckus in tow, she raced onto the bridge, and found every crewmember, including young Liam, lying unconscious on the deck.
"Meylor, start scanning...I want to know what just happened. Fox, find out why the ship excellerated. Jacobson, check engine status. Kanz, where are we. Reckus ~how odd....that is me too~ sickbay status, casualty reports. Martens, aid Jacobson. McVaye, casuaty reports with Reckus."
She looked around. "Well, snap to it!" she ordered when everyone just stood gaping. She knelt beside admiral Reckus, who was checking on his son. "Set him down in the command chair," Sonak advised him, "he looks to be only knocked unconscious."
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Post by jatanreckus on Apr 13, 2005 13:49:41 GMT
The crew had gathered in the briefing room, waiting for their CO to arrive. Tony Reckus took the head of the table, mainly by accident.
"Dad, thats Sonak's chair!" exclaimed Jatan. It was good to see his father, who was now sitting in his regular admiral's uniform and spinning in Sonak's chair.
"Sorry son, can't help it" he laughed.
Caldwell had been allowed to attend the meeting too, even though he was not a senior member of the crew. He was sitting opposite Jatan.
"So, how was your honeymoon?" he asked, smiling.
Reckus smiled. "Yeah, really good" he said, waiting for the barrage of questions to come.
"And er, the first night?" Nephi ventured.
Jate looked at his fingers and then up again. "It was good" he replied. "Look how long did Sonak say she would be?" he tried in vain to change the subject.
"Nice try Jate" Caldwell cut in.
"Have you never...well, slept together?" asked Tony, raising his eyebrow and trying to hide the smirk that was tugging at his mouth.
"Erm, well ...Yeah we have like slept in the same bed for most of the last few months" he said, wishing the ground would swallow him up. "And we erm...well we've done stuff together" he tried to find the right words.
"But you never touched home base?"
"Dad!" he cried in exasperation.
"What?!" Tony said incredulously. "Look, I'm not trying to wind you up son...it's all the boys together" he stopped and looked across at L'Ola. "No offense Commander" he added apologetically.
"None taken Sir" she replied.
"Your mother and I, well we'd been together a while before we did the deed" he started.
"You have to understand Dad that Sonak has a different idea of things then human females....she wanted to wait and I respect that" Jatan replied, feeling bit frustrated with the questioning, even though he had expected. "So our wedding night was special when we finally slept together"
A cheer errupted around the table and just as Jatan wondered if it was better to keep his mouth shut, Sonak walked in.
As they sat down to business, they felt the ship shudder and everyone was jolted off their seats or against the walls. Sonak managed to get herself up and into the nearest chair. "Bridge, report!" she called. But the bridge was scarily quiet. Tony Reckus joined her as she raced out to the bridge. All the crew had been knocked unconscious as a result of the juddering. They noticed Liam lying on the floor by the main seat. Sonak began ordering her crew around to deal with the aftermath. She suggested moving Liam.
"No, lets wait a minute" said Tony. "Jate come here!" he called his son.
Jate ran over and pulled a tricorder from his pocket. He scanned over his brother. "He's ok, he's just got a slight swelling to his brain. No neck injury. Ok, lets get him to sickbay"
Tony picked him up and made his way to Sickbay.
Reckus turned to Sonak. "I'll be in sickbay. Will send you a report as soon as I know the full situation" he said.
She nodded and squeezed his arm. "Thank you Jate" she replied and watched her husband guide another crew member towards the turbolift
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2005 19:59:09 GMT
Moving to the science console on the Bridge L'Ola scanned the surrounding space. They'd reached earth, that much was clear. But something wasn't right.
She tried to focus. She still wasn't feeling 100%, but someone had to work out what had happened. "Commodore, we're in the Terran system. Specifically in orbiting distance of earth."
"Why do I get the feeling you're suspicious?"
"Aside from the fact that the planet is obviously earth, it doesn't look right. The composition of the atmosphere is way off and..." She suddenly spotted the far more obvious clues that something was wrong, "There are no ships in orbit, most of the planet is empty, and I'm not detecting anything but planets in the rest of the system."
By the time Sonak had jumped over to look at the data for herself, L'Ola was already working on a calculation for the next inevitable request. The question wasn't WHERE they were, it was WHEN.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2005 20:42:58 GMT
After the turbulence had begun to die down somewhat, Meylor found himself sprawled in one corner of the Briefing Room, nursing a frightfully painful left arm. He suspected it was fractured, given that the slightest movement of the arm only increased the pain. Someone soon helped him up, and they all went out to the distressing scene on the Bridge. Pretty quickly, however, Fox seemed to get the helm under control, and their acceleration was terminated with a final brief jolt. The Commodore took charge without delay.
"Meylor, start scanning...I want to know what just happened. Fox, find out why the ship excellerated. Jacobson, check engine status. Kanz, where are we. Reckus ~how odd....that is me too~ sickbay status, casualty reports. Martens, aid Jacobson. McVaye, casuaty reports with Reckus." She looked around. "Well, snap to it!" she ordered when everyone just stood gaping.
Meylor had no need to be told again, and slipped into the Ops chair, concentrating on something else besides the pain. "It looks like the problem with the warp drive control relays is worse than we thought. The field generators were abruptly ordered to activate at full power, taking us from normal crusing speed to warp factor 9.87 in a few seconds. The strain was too much, and the warp coils are fused. Since we were approaching the solar system at that moment, our warp engines were engaged while within unsafe distance of the sun's gravity well, and..."
Realization dawned in Sonak's eyes, and she finished for him. "...a slingshot effect occurred. We could have well been sent into time warp or even taken light years away from Earth; confirm our position."
Meylor did the necessary calculations. Moving to the science console on the Bridge L'Ola scanned the surrounding space. They'd reached earth, that much was clear. But something wasn't right.
She tried to focus. She still wasn't feeling 100%, but someone had to work out what had happened. "Commodore, we're in the Terran system. Specifically in orbiting distance of earth."
"Why do I get the feeling you're suspicious?"
"Aside from the fact that the planet is obviously earth, it doesn't look right. The composition of the atmosphere is way off and..." She suddenly spotted the far more obvious clues that something was wrong, "There are no ships in orbit, most of the planet is empty, and I'm not detecting anything but planets in the rest of the system."
By the time Sonak had jumped over to look at the data for herself, L'Ola was already working on a calculation for the next inevitable request. The question wasn't WHERE they were, it was WHEN.
Meylor finished his work, and the results were alarming, to say the least. "I can confirm that, Commodore. We're defintely not in the 24th century any longer...I'd say were closer to the 13th. And unless the engines magically heal themselves, we're not going back to our time very soon...
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Post by fox on Apr 14, 2005 7:21:39 GMT
After the ship had stopped shaking Sonak gave orders to everyone to find out what had happend. "Meylor, start scanning...I want to know what just happened. Fox, find out why the ship excellerated. Jacobson, check engine status. Kanz, where are we. Reckus ~how odd....that is me too~ sickbay status, casualty reports. Martens, aid Jacobson. McVaye, casuaty reports with Reckus." She looked around. "Well, snap to it!" she ordered when everyone just stood gaping. Coming back to reality as he heard Sonak say this Fox rushed out or the briefing room onto the bridge. Walking onto it he saw some officers getting up again after they had been knocked down by the jolting. He immediately too place behind the helm console and started tabbing some buttons on it to find out why they had accelerated. "Commodore..." he said looking at the readings on his console. "We did accelerate. Yet according to engine readings we didnt." "Please explain, Commander." Sonak replied. "The engines have been running on the same intensity that i put them before activating autopilot. Something else has caused the acceleration. We might have encoutered some anomaly that 'pushed' or 'pulled' the ship. Thats the only explantion i can think of for these contradicting readings."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2005 7:35:13 GMT
"Confer with Mr Jacobson," Sonak ordered, as she watched Jatan walk off with his little brother. She shot the admiral an apollogetic look, as they wouldn't be going home any time soon.
She turned to Meylor. "Thirteenth century you said?" she asked. Meylor opened his mouth to say something, but suddenly the senior staff, including admiral Reckus, found themselves on the surface of the planet, dressed in medieval clothing.
Surprised, she looked around. "What did just happen?" she asked no-one in particular. She did notice, that Lt Jacobson was missing from the group. Then, a group men on horses came riding towards them swiftly.
"Lord Merlin, your presence is required at the castle," one of the men cried, as he bent down to assist Nick onto the horse. He nodded towards Sonak and L'Ola. "It is good to see you finally settled your difference Lady Guinevere and Lady Morgaine. King Arthur will be pleased." He pulled Nick behind him on the horse, without giving the first officer a chance to react, and rode off.
Another man turned to Jatan. "Lord Lancelot, there is a disturbance in Cornwall that needs your attention." He gave a glare at Meylor, Fox and McVaye. "And what are these traitors doing in your company?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2005 17:25:18 GMT
Nephi looking at a console, checking over their engine status, when suddenly his surroundings changed. He fell backward onto a hard stone floor. After the blur of the blow to his head wore off, he lifted his head, then noticed that his clothing had changed. He was wearing clothing typical of the period Meylor had indicated, but he was wearing a red robe with fur trim. It looked like the robe of a King.
Reaching for the back of his head, his hand brushed something metal. Rolling over, he saw it was a large ornate crown. He looked around. He was in a rather spacious, laviciously decorated room How did he get here? And why was he dressed like a King?
He was just wondering when a door on the far end of the room opened. Someone that looked like a courtier walked in, then stopped when he saw Nephi on the ground. "Your Majesty? My Lord Arthur, why are you lying on the ground like that?"
Arthur? King Arthur??? I must have hit my head harder than I thought, Nephi thought to himself.
"My Lord? Are you alright?" the attendant said, looking slightly worried.
Nephi quickly shook it off and stood up. Something metal scraped on the ground as he stood. He then noticed the sheathed sword at his waist. Excalibur. He then turned to the now-worried attendant. "Oh, yes I'm fine. I just lost my balance thats all....I am busy working on something at the moment, so if you'll excuse me."
"Ah yes. Working on the troubles with Gawaine, I suspect. I will leave you alone."
Nephi was confused. Where was he? How did he get here? Why did that attendant think he was King Arthur? And what trouble with Gawaine? Nephi was very, very confused.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2005 5:05:03 GMT
~Merlin!?~ Nick thought to himself. It wasn't possible, the man was just a myth. Well now he apparently was the man of legend and myth.
"What is the urgency Captain?" Nick asked his rider.
"That wretch Gawaine has been harassing the castle again. The king has called for you presence," the knight replied.
~Gawaine? I should have paid more attention to medievil lore at the academy~ Nick thought to himself. He settled in for the ride to the castle to meet the king, Arthur presumably.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2005 7:44:53 GMT
Sonak watched as Nick accepted the hands-up onto the horse and wondered what they were doing here, and more importantly how they got here. Jatan too, had gone with the group as he had been addressed as Sir Lancelot. Knowing her history, Lancelot was King Arthur's first knight, so he too belonged to be at the castle.
She and L'Ola had been addressed as Lady Guinevere and Lady Morgaine, but neither of them knew who was supposed to be which. They both assumed that they'd soon find out.
The group of horsemen hadn't left long before a second group came riding up on them. "Sir Gawaine, sir Gawaine!" she heard one of them call from the distance. Sonak wondered who of the three remaining men would be Gawaine. She was surprised to find hem come to a halt right before Meylor Paht. She exchanged a bewildered glance with him, and nodded that he should go with them. She was positive that they were here for a reason, and not playing along might just contaminate the timeline.
She was even more surprised to find that McVaye and Fox were also told to come along, which left herself and L'Ola behind without protection. "I suppose we could walk to the castle," she suggested towards the science officer, then looked at her footwear. "Though, in this attire it may indeed be a long walk." She turned when she heard footsteps, and saw two horses step out from the bushes.
"Now why am I not surprised," she muttered, then looked up. "You do know how to ride a horse, do you not?" she asked, as she climbed onto the horse closest to her. It was a mould-coloured mare with dark grey manes and she was very quiet as Sonak climbed into the saddle. Too bad, it was not a saddle designed for women wearing long dresses, but it had to do.
Not long after, both women were on their way to the castle.
<right...take it from here guys:p>
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Post by mcvaye on Apr 15, 2005 11:14:50 GMT
As the Vesuvius rocked Daniel was slung out of his chair and felt the painfull impact of his skull against the wall. For a moment the world spinned and became all blurry. Then it became black, leaving a gap in Daniel’s consciousness. When he woke up he couldn’t immediately realise that he’d been down for only a very brief period of time. Encoutering difficulties in regaining his bearings Daniel only vaguely hear the orders Sonak was calling out.
To sickbay with Jatan, was all Daniel could register. A thumping pain in his head kept him from thinking straight, and he swayed on his legs when he got up, quickly grasping a chair not to collapse again. Everyone around him seemed to be dazed. Daniel blinked his eyes a few times before he noticed that the briefing room was empty. Casualty reports, casualty reports, Daniel thought, now moving in the direction of the door.
Unable to remember how he got there Daniel picked up a hypospray from a shelf in sickbay, and released its contents in his neck. He stretched his neck, and saw the images in front of his eyes beginning to take normal shape again. Just as he got up to help an incoming badly wounded crewmemeber, Daniel thought he was going crazy.
The senior staff had all emerged in medieval clothing, some of them even held weapons at their side. Daniel felt his clothes, definately not as comfortable as his Starfleet uniform. A heavy iron, battered looking sword hung by his side. Before Daniel could even think about how to react, a lot happened, eventually leaving him, Meylor and Fox, as the others had been taken by horsemen.
“Now what?” Daniel asked, but there was no time for Fox or Meylor to answer. “Sir Gawaine, sir Gawaine!” a man from an approaching group of horsemen called. “Are thee unharmed, milord?” the man asked. “We must hurry,” an older looking horseman said. His grey beard moved in the wind, and his face was stained. The nearby man nodded. “We have brought thy horse, and two for them,” he motioned at Fox and McVaye.
Okay Daniel, just play along and you’ll be fine, Daniel thought, clumsily hoisting himself onto a horse. He tried to recall the name ‘Gawaine’, it was vaguely familiar. But probably due to the collision with the wall Daniel couldn’t figure at the moment. The group came into movement, and soon Daniel found himself galloping along on his horse.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2005 15:54:07 GMT
Nephi decided that the best thing to do was to found out the current state of affairs. If they thought he was Arthur, he had to start acting like it, at least for now. The fog in his head didnt help much, though. The attendant had mentioned something about a problem with Gawaine. Gawaine, as Nephi recalled, was a Knight of the Roundtable, and Arthur's nephew.
He opened the door of the chamber he was in, and stepped through. He found himself in the throne room of the castle at Camelot. An attendant approached him once again. This one was an older man, and appeared to be an advisor. "My Lord," he said bowing.
"What news of Gawaine?"
"My Lord, he is marshalling an army near Stonehenge. Many of them are his clansmen. I have also recieved word that he is attempting to sway some of your own Knights. What do you wish to do, My Lord?"
"I often find that reviewing the whole situation again in its entirety helps me to find solutions. Tell me again from the beginning the problem with Gawaine."
The advisor looked puzzled, but nodded. "An interesting approach, My Lord. As you know, Lancelot was accidentally responsible for the deaths of Gawaine's three brothers, two of which, Gareth and Gaheris were, as you know, Knights of the Roundtable. This has made Gawaine furious with Lancelot, and because of Lancelot's loyalties to you, he sees you as one in the same. He has been plotting to overthrow you and take your throne for himself. He has been convincing others to join him, and as he is the mightiest warrior in all of the land, he has swayed many."
The fog in his head was not helping. Arthur didn't know what it was, but strange thoughts of another identity clouded his mind. He shook it off. This was not time for confusion. Camelot was in trouble, and Arthur had to act.
"Send spies into his ranks, gather what information we can. Gawaine must be stopped!" he said, pulling out Excalibur, which glinted in the sunlight coming through the window. Battle is upon us, Arthur thought to himself.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2005 21:51:17 GMT
The afternoon was bright and the open air invigorating as Meylor swung into the saddle and prodded his mount to follow the ragtag group of primitive soldiers on a rough trail deeper through the woods. The commodore had indicated that they should play along for now, and there seemed to be little alternative, as no indication of the ship anywhere nearby was apparent, and no way to contact it either. Ship? What ship was I thinking of? Do I have a galleon harboured on the coast?. His thoughts, as he felt the powerful strides of the beast carry him swiftly forward, seemed to be jarring loose from within his skull. He was no longer certain who the `commodore` was, or what this `ship` could be. Somehow, riding the horse had stirred something within him. He had ridden similar creatures in the past, but...wait, that wasn't quite right. He had always ridden horses, since he was a lad. He and his brothers had explored these forests on horseback for days and nights on end...
His brothers. Gareth and Gaheris had been his riding companions, his trusted advisers, his family. But now...they were gone. There lives cut short by the careless theatrics of the knight called Lancelot. A fanciful parade masquerading as a man, who within was truly nothing more than a coward and villain. A fiend who would soon pay for his murderous deed...
The party rapidly began to emerge on the far side of the forest, the hooves of their steeds thundering across a broad expanse of high, grassy plains. In the near distance, shrouded in a thin mist, stood great rough-hewn monoliths of grey stone grouped together in a magnificent circle. This was his encampment, where his small, but determined army of followers awaited his command to begin the campaign. A campaign of revolution, a righteous quest of empowerment for the powerless. A divinely inspired mission to overthrow a tyrant: Arthur, King of the Britons, soon to meet the iron hand of justice.
The blow would be delivered by him, Gawaine, formerly a cowering servant to this tyrant, now endowed with a greater purpose. And, lo, with my growing army of righteous warriors, that purpose shall soon be fulfilled. As his party swept into the encampment, Gawaine drew his blade and raised it in defiant resolve. All those sheltered within the walls of the stone circle watched as he approached, shouting with a voice that sounded like the Almighty himself.
"Rise, O warriors of this weary land! Rise and reclaim what is yours from those who would wrest it from you and your posterity! From Arthur and his den of false knights! From any who would usurp your birthright! Rise, and to your arms!! Prepare for battle!!!
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Post by mcvaye on Apr 16, 2005 14:08:05 GMT
Daniel felt strange. Riding the horse felt so natural, and the creature seemed to react in exactly the way Daniel wanted it too. Stripes of sunlight brightened the path before them, and the grassy hill they climbed barely seemed to be an obstacle. The horizon spread out above the hill when the fiersom group of horsemen emerged on top. A breath taking orange sun hung in the sky in front of them, casting it;s warm light on the encampment at the foot of the hill.
Home, Daniel thought, immediately realizing how weird that sounded. The fellowship had their horses gallop down. The magnificent gate of the encampment slowly rose upwards, yet the horsemen did not slow down. As they reached the gate they stormed undeneath it, the horses trampling the earth beneath them.
“Lord Gawaine has arrived! Lord Gawaine has arrived!” voices Gawaine’s followers called from almost everywhere. Gawaine made his horse circle past the crowd, while the other horsemen, including Daniel had stopped their animals from moving. “Rise, o warriors of this weary land! Rise and reclaim what is yours from those who would wrest it from you and your posterity! From Arthur and his den of false knights! From any who would usurp your birthright! Rise, and to your arms! Prepare for battle!”
The crowd exploded in wild cheering, swords and weapons were stuck in the air and waved around. Without realizing it at first place, Daniel noticed that he too held his sword above his head and swung it around, wildly cheering. He got his horse into motion, and approached Gawaine. “Marcus, my dearest brother,” Daniel heard Gawaine say, as his mind had more and more trouble sticking to reality.
“I have conceived a briljant plan,” Gawaine went on. “As always, milord, as always,” Marcus answered. “I want you to take a small batallion, six men, including you, no horses. I will give Arthur a full frontal, with an immense fighting force, so that he’ll have to concentrate all his forces at the front of camelot.” “And then you want me to sneak around the back-” “-and start taking care of the villagers, yes Marcus,” a broad smile appeared on Gawaine’s face. Daniel bowed. “It will be done milord.” Gawaine placed his hand on Marcus’s shoulder. “I have all confidence that it will.”
Daniel steered his horse away. Very well Marcus, now who to take along? Daniel thought. He got off his horse, and called a stableboy to take care of it. “You, come with me,” Marcus said to a man he found looking capable. He collected four more capable men, and had them assemble, telling them Gawaine’s ingenious plan. “We need a grappling hook, one should be enough, and light weaponry, since we need to climb Camelot’s walls, daggers would be perfect,” Daniel explained. “But what if they expect a diversion, and also leave some of their force behind to hold us off, then we’re history, useless!” a man with dark hair and a great lack of teeth notified.
“True, very well, we’ll carry our swords then,” Daniel said, now realising how faithful the piece of iron that hung on his side felt. “Do you all feel up to it?” Marcus asked rhetorically, stretching out his fist, which was met by those of the other five. “For Gawaine! For freedom! We will crush Arthur, and Camelot will be ours!”
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2005 1:13:43 GMT
The sight of the knights readying their respective horses worried Nick. From the guards on high alert at the gates to the peasants preparing for the worst the castle was electric. Nick strode with purpose to the main chamber of the castle hoping to meet this King Arthur, which human history had depicted as a fierce warrior of valor.
He passed by servants and hand maidens, all bowed and welcomed him back. He just waved them back to their feet and continued on. The honor they bestowed on him was not needed. The more he traveled around this place the more he realised how feared and honored the wizard Merlin was despite witchcraft being punishable by death.
Nick spotted the ceremonial guards to the Round table/Main chamber and approached. They stood in stiff attention as the wizard walked towards them.
"Relax men," he said to the two and entered the chamber. He pushed aside the solid oak doors and walked into the darkened chamber. A large fire burned off the side with a large boar slowly being turned by a servant.
"What is it you want Merlin?" Came a voice from the shadowed form of the throne. A form sat with a brooding stance, his arms up on the armrests.
"You sent for me highness?" Nick asked pretending to be the famed wizard. So far the act was holding.
"Gawaine is preparing to attack our fortress. I am preparing to take preventative measures and eliminate him," The voice said. Nick raised an eyebrow as the he sounded familiar. "I summoned you back because I did not want you to fall into his hands. You may go back to you lair now." The guards wandered back in and motioned for the wizard to leave.
Nick stepped back out into the hallway and looked around. He scratched the back of his neck and looked at one of the guards.
"Pardon me but I've forgotten where my lair is. My memory isn't what it was."
The guard smiled and pointed to the right. "Shake Uthurs right hand," He said.
"Ah yes, now I remember," he lied and continued on down the hall. He reached the statue of Uthur Pendragon and shook his hand. Immediatly a door opened out of the stone wall. It revealed a spiral staircase down into the belly of the castle. Small torches suddenly came to life as if sensing his presence.
He started down the stairs and the door slowly closed behind him with a thud. After a couple minutes of decending he came to the wizards lair. It was a cluttered mess of papers and bottles. A couple birds sat quietly in their cages watching the man. In the center of the room stood a large metal cylindar. It immediatly drew Nick attention. It was too clean to be a forged peice.
He stepped closer and looked over the object. It stood roughly 5 feet tall and 4 feet round. It was perfectly smooth with a purplish tint to the metal. One the back of the object was an inscription in a script he'd never seen. He ran his fingers over the marks and a loud hiss came from the object. A line suddenly developed on the perfectly smooth surface and slowly the cylindar began to open.
~I must find Sonak~ he thought looking at the cylindar ~this changes everything~
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Post by fox on Apr 18, 2005 7:20:56 GMT
Fox and Daniel got called to join the group of horsemen. A man came walking to him with a horse. ~I have never ridden a horse before~ he thought, but didn't protest when the bridle of the horse were given to him. Immediately he mounted the horse having no trouble as if he had done it many times before.
"LETS GO" got shouted as the horses in the front started to move. At first afraid to fall off Fox also made his horse move, but this didnt happen, instead he stayed in the saddle with ease.
They rode off into the woods. Finally they reached an encampment. As they rode into it and stopped Gawaine began to 'speach' ending in.
"Rise, O warriors of this weary land! Rise and reclaim what is yours from those who would wrest it from you and your posterity! From Arthur and his den of false knights! From any who would usurp your birthright! Rise, and to your arms!! Prepare for battle!!!
Together with all the horsemen and the other men in the camp Fox raised his sword and shouted: "For Gawaine!!" forgetting everything about Starfleet, the USS Vesuvius and being her Navigation Officer.
Gawaine called Marcus with him for a while. Not much later Fox saw Marcus go around the camp. He also walked past Fox, but Fox wasn't called to come with him, several others were, then all six walked off.
In the mean time Gawaine started to explain that they would do a frontal attack on Camelot and that everyone should ready themselfs.
All men started to prepair as did Fox. He took his sword and walked to one of the grindstones to make sure it was really sharp.
Feeling a bit hungry and to make sure his sword was sharp enough he cut off a piece of meat from the big lumb that was hanging over the fire in the middle of the camp.
~Its sharp enough~ he thought when he saw it cut through without problems and started on the piece of roasted meat.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2005 14:10:22 GMT
Mrs Anderson, a widow from the poorer part of Tintagel walked up the long path towards the castle. Today, she would try yet again to get an audience with Lady Guinevere, Arthur's beautiful queen. For the past weeks, ever since the death of her husband and son in the wars against Gawaine and his tronies, she had tried to see the queen.
The guards barred her way yet again as she reached the massive gate to the castle. "I am here to seek audience with Queen Guinevere," Mrs Anderson demanded, "and if she will not see me, I seek Wizard Merlin, or Lady Morgaine, the priestess of Avalon. I am in need of counsil and only they can provide it. If I must, I will worm my way through and walk up to the king himself to demand the counsil."
The guards looked at one another, amazed at the woman's boldness and courage. No ordinary woman dared walk up to the castle by herself, nor would she dare demand audience and then threaten to work her way in. "Go tell his highness," the older guard told the young one, "tell him of this bold woman, who demands to see the queen."
The young one nodded, and raced towards the counsil chambers. "My lord," he called, as he knelt down on one knee in respect, "there is a woman at the gates to see Queen Guinevere.....and she demands to see you before she does...what shall I tell her?"
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Post by mcvaye on Apr 18, 2005 17:50:14 GMT
"Milord," Marcus bowed as he approached Gawaine, who was instructing a few of his man how to divide the available weaponry. "Marcus, yes, what is it?" Gawaine asked as he turned to face his follower. "I have picked men, and we are prepared," Marcus explained. "Excellent, most excellent, I knew you wouldn't let me down Marcus," Gawaine said.
"We do require horses to get near the vicinity of Camelot, milord, but I guess thee'd already reckoned that," Marcus said humbly. "Of course my friend, there will be horses for you and your men. Marcus bowed once more and walked off. He felt the edge of his blade. This needs to be sharpened, he thought.
Marcus saw a group of people surrounding a working bench, fighting over who got to sharpen his weapon first. "Hey!" Marcus called, causing the men to turn and face their interrupter. They all took a step back, everyone knew about Gawaine's favored brother in arms. Marcus gave them an arrogant look. "Give me that!" he said snatching a tool from one of the men's hand. He gave them another look, then sat down in the grass, and began patiently sharpening the blade of his entrusted sword. Oh, how I love this power, Marcus thought, knowing that he envied Gawaine for his might.
"Excuse me, lord Marcus?" a nervously breathing stable boy approached Marcus. "What?" Marcus asked briskly and uninterested. "W-well, master Gawaine would like a word with you, right now," the boy explained, barely able to cough up the words. In a flash Marcus had the tip of his sword at the throat of the boy. "Don't ever talk to me like that again." A mean smile covered his smile, as he got up, retrieving his sword. "Well, go off! Tell him that I'll be right over!" Marcus shouted.
"Milord you called?" Marcus asked Gawaine as he swung his sword by his side. It's balance was good, even though you wouldn't say so by looking at the piece. "One last thing, I want you to ride out tonight, when it's dark. Take your men and the horses up to the edge of the forest near Camelot. Tie the horses up there, we'll pick them up. Then you sneak round the back of Camelot, and wait there. The frontal attack will pull up at dawn, you will probably notice once it has begun." "I think the screams will not pass my ears unnoticed," Marcus smiled. Gawaine nodded.
The two man grabbed each other's shoulder. "May we feast together at the round table," Gawaine said full of faith. "We will milord, we definitely will," Marcus said. He bowed to his lord and went off to inform his men. Darkness is to fall soon, Marcus thought, walking past the campfires that had just been lit. He felt hungry, and the smell of roasting meat filled his senses. A huge boar hung over a fire, slowly being turned by a fat, bald man, who did not seem to be capable of more than eating and turning, definitely not fighting.
Marcus raised his shoulders and sank down next to the fat man, who addressed him right away. "'Tis a gre'eat bo'oar sar," he spoke, appearing to have a lot of difficulty with it, "ya can hav ar piece if yer ple'ease so." "Thank you," Marcus said, taking a dagger from his belt and slicing a big piece of meat from the roasting creature.
Slowly the sun sank behind the walls of the encampment, and a crescent moon appeared in the star covered sky. It's time, Marcus thought, getting up and leaving the speech impedimented man alone with the boar, looking for his chosen men. He strolled around the camp, and could quickly find them, they all seemed to be eager, which was positive in some way. "Let's go get our horses," Marcus said, leading them to the improvised stables.
All six took a horse, and they slowly rode their steeds trough the gate. Gawaine signaled a 'good luck' from the table he appeared to be dining at. Marcus nodded back. As soon as they'd passed the gate Marcus dug his heels into the horses belly, causing the creature to start a gallop. Arthur doesn't know what's going to hit him, Marcus thought satisfied. Swiftly, the six infiltrators sped off into the night, towards Camelot.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2005 18:31:00 GMT
L'Ola thought for a moment, "So we're going to Arthur's castle, right?"
"We are."
"And when we get there we are going to..."
"Find out what is going on I suppose." Sonak answered. "We may have to play along in these roles for quite some time."
"I hope they keep good records. It would make it easier to fit in."
They turned a corner and the road split in two. "It is lucky that we can see the castle from this position." Sonak pointed out, "Otherwise we would have to guess which way to go."
Luckily they made it to the castle without any problems. The only real question was what to do next.
<OOC: I have a splitting headache and too much work so sorry this is all I can do>
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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2005 13:37:21 GMT
As Marcus and his men headed off on their appointed task, Gawaine studied the darkening horizon intently as he brandished an elegant bejewelled stiletto, the talisman of power given him by a certain woman of his acquitance known to him and feared across the countryside only as the Dark Lady. She had never shown her face, but the first time Gawaine had met her, he knew that she represented nothing less than the forces of Darkness itself, hence her title. A mistress of the black arts, she had the power to grant supernatural assent to his campaign, and she seemed all too willing to do so. Gawaine, in turn, accepted her talisman, which sealed his alliance with her demonic realm, and permitted access to certain mystical knowledge. But only to a point; the Dark Lady made certain of that. For his part, Gawaine disliked deferring to the undoubted superiority of this ghoul's skill, but he nonetheless recognized its inestimable value when facing an enemy whose ally was none other the ancient sorceror Merlin himself.
Little did the hag know that Gawaine's knowledge was quickly growing, however, and growing a step beyond even her field of clairvoyant vision. Gawaine had studied the texts, obtained covertly from an extremely sensitive location within Camelot. The old conjurer Merlin was aware that the texts had disappeared, but was not yet able to discover the thieves, and had kept his concerns to himself for the time being. The Dark Lady had used her powers to cast a spell of doubt over his mind, and Merlin was paralyzed into relative inaction for now. The spell would not last long, however, and Gawaine was well aware of its tenuous hold. Soon, it would no longer be of consequence, and neither would the assistance of the Dark Lady. Gawaine himself would soon gather enough knowledge to ensure the success of his campaign, whether the Dark Lady would remain his ally or not. When all was done, she could become either his valued (though never trusted) adviser, or she would face damnation. The balance of power was gradually, though inevitably, being tipped in his favour. Though little else these days seemed so, of that much he felt certain.
As Gawaine abruptly informed his guards that he would be riding by himself briefly to the edge of the wood, these thoughts and others pervaded his being. As he approached the designated meeting place, Gawaine could feel the Dark Lady's aura encompass the whole of space, both visible and invisible to the eye, around him. Feeling its intoxicating pull, Gawaine struggled to exert his own pull right back...and to his mild amazement, it actually worked. Excellent; I was right. She is not fully aware of my reach. It will make the final blow more effective when it comes...
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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2005 17:38:43 GMT
Arthur sat his throne, watching the a large fire roar in the fireplace. Just a few hours ago, that fireplace had held a large skewered boar, which just a little while ago had provided a sumptuous feast for dinner. He sat back, sighing sastifyingly and patted his stomach.
There was a musician playing a slow quiet melody on a lute nearby. But this wasn't the time for quiet. The impending attack from Gawaine had given Arthur more energy than that. He had noticed other musicians had other instruments with them, including horns.
Arthur looked over at them. "I don't want that kind of music right now. Play me something loud and strong, with horns and a strong rhythm."
The lute-player stopped. "Yes, your Majesty." He turned to his colleagues, and they discussed it among themselves. They then turned back, playing a lively tune.
"That's more like it," Arthur said, sitting up and waving his hand around a little with the rhythm.
Just then, a young messenger came in. "My lord," he began, kneeling in respect. "there is a woman at the gates to see Queen Guinevere.....and she demands to see you before she does...what shall I tell her?"
Arthur cocked in his puzzlement. Demands? Someone actually demanding to see Arthur? That was odd. Most seemed almost scared of Arthur, though he didn't know exactly why. This woman's request must be interesting.
He put his hand up for the musicians to stop, and the room went quiet. "Send her in."
A woman walked in, looking rather courageous.
"What is it I can do for, good woman?"
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