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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Jul 22, 2005 3:58:20 GMT
"As soon as this party is over, you will report to sickbay," she told the surprised chief of operations, "and that is non-negotiable."
Matt at that moment felt really dumb, he knew that he had forgotten something. Matt wanted to get on the good side of all his colleques. He only hoped that the doctor wouldn't hold it against him.
"Of course ma'am, sorry I just forgot," Matt smiled weakly. This didn't seem to satisfy the Vulcan.
"Make sure that you do," she saidl flatly. Matt had known many Vulcans in his life and he could tell that this one had something else on her mind.
"Yes, ma'am." Matt said and walked away hoping that the dinner party would end soon.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2005 10:06:18 GMT
ooc: right this is silly..too lazy to log in as T'Val to pos an occ comment....and then I find myself with an idea to post so I got to change accounts anyway ic: T'Val turned away from Reynolds, trusting that the young man would indeed report to sickbay as ordered. She gazed around the room and found the Victory's counselor standing by herself at the bar. Knowing that this was probably not the time to bother her, and also knowing that the woman had recently left her baby daughter with her husband who lived on another starbase, T'Val did believe that the counselor was the best person to talk to, despite the ill timing. Resolutely, T'Val walked over to her. "Commander Savali, might I ask you someting?" <Tiffani>"You have a daughter correct? Do you feel any guilt of leaving her with your husband?" Before the woman could reply, T'Val held up her hand. "It was merely a question, because recently I sent my son back to my husband where I thought he would be safer than with me." She looked rather desperate when she met the counselor's gaze. "I just received word that my son has been kidnapped, and will be killed if my husband does not meet their demands. I am now wondering if perhaps when I had kept our child with me, this would not be happening. Am I being selfish?" Despite being Vulcan, T'Val felt extremely worried for her son and for her husband whom she loved dearly. Of course, she would never admit to that emotion. Yet. she felt the only person who would understand how she felt now would be the counselor, also because the woman was in a way in the same tub as she was now. The only difference was that her daughter was safe, whereas her son was not. T'Val hoped that the counselor would be able to help her. Beside her, little green Yade chirped for attention, catching on to her friend's emotions. T'Val held out her arm and the green firelizard hopped on, clambering to her shoulder and rubbing her little head against her cheek. T'Val reached for a piece of meat and offered it to the little green. "The only comfort I have is that my Yade" she motioned to the firelizard "is in contact with the two firelizards that are bonded to my husband." <tiffani>
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Post by shhouse on Jul 23, 2005 5:57:29 GMT
Owen was about to welcome both of the new recruits when the Vulcan healer from the Jefferson came over and informed Matt that he would need to report for his physical. After he had been scolded he walked away leaving Owen and Travor standing there on their own.
"So you're ensign Gonto. You're the Conn officer of the Victory aren't you?" Owen said stating the obvious.
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"I'm sorry, I seem to have forgotten to tell you my name. Owen Johnson, Chief of Ops. We'll probably be doing a lot of our work together." Owen said putting his free hand out.
Travor shook his hand in return and Owen took a sip of his drink.
"I know you haven't been on board long but how are you enjoying it so far?"
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Post by travorgonto on Jul 23, 2005 12:23:01 GMT
"So you're ensign Gonto. You're the Conn officer of the Victory aren't you?" Owen said,
"Yes, I am," Travor said as he grabbed a class of Bloodwine from one of the attendants that were making their way around the room.
"I'm sorry, I seem to have forgotten to tell you my name. Owen Johnson, Chief of Ops. We'll probably be doing a lot of our work together." Owen said putting his free hand out.
Travor shook his hand in return and they both took a sip of their drinks.
"I know you haven't been on board long but how are you enjoying it so far?" Owen asked.
"Well I just settled in, and came right over for this dinner. I haven't really looked around either ship. I did run into one of my fellow graduates of the academy," Travor said gesturing towards Matt Reynolds. "Can you tell me a little about this mission, I am kinda curious as to what we are doing."
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Matthew Reynolds
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Jul 23, 2005 17:49:47 GMT
Matt felt really stupid being scolded by the doctor, but know there wasn't anything he could do. What was done was done. Matt decided to go to a corner by himself and stand there drinking his bloodwine.
Thankfully he found a corner to himself, Matt usually loved to be around people, but he hadn't made a good impression. What was worse it was in front of his commanding officer. I will just have to work extra hard Matt thought.
Then out of nowhere some more poeple entered the suite. I guess this is the poeple we are waiting for he thought. Matt looked around at the room and Commordore Loskene walked up to the ambassador's first.
"Lets get this show on the road," Matt said so only he would here.
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Post by tiffani on Jul 23, 2005 17:53:16 GMT
*Tiffani had been standing around watching the officers fall into the room, most everyone had made there way to the party, she was surpised when one of the Jefferson crew came to her for advice however, it was something she was not accostumed to having people from different ships asking her for advice, she smiled briefly*
Resolutely, T'Val walked over to her. "Commander Savali, might I ask you someting?"
Of course *she smiled at the female and continued to listen*
"You have a daughter correct? Do you feel any guilt of leaving her with your husband?" Before the woman could reply, T'Val held up her hand. "It was merely a question, because recently I sent my son back to my husband where I thought he would be safer than with me."
She looked rather desperate when she met the counselor's gaze. "I just received word that my son has been kidnapped, and will be killed if my husband does not meet their demands. I am now wondering if perhaps when I had kept our child with me, this would not be happening. Am I being selfish?"
you are not being slefish at all *she paused briefly attemptign to gather her thoughts before going on* Parents tend to worry about their child all the time, It is infact a healthy tendacy that you are so worried *she paused again*
Danger lurks everywhere. I too was worried for the welfare of my daughter, that is why i sent her to live with her father *she fought back her emotions, even though she missed her terrible, she knew she could not let it interfer with work* as parents it's our duty to make sure they child is safe. I cannot pretend to know how you feel, but i can tell you are greatly worried, and i assure you that if starfleet knows of this they will do everything in their power to make sure the child is returned safely.
*she paused again* I know you want to be there to do your part, but sometimes in times like this it's better to have a bit of distraction I believe your husband will everything he can to return your child to you. *she was not sure what else to say to comfort T'val, instead she just smiled and attempted to reassure her, that everything would be okay*
T'Val reached for a piece of meat and offered it to the little green. "The only comfort I have is that my Yade" she motioned to the firelizard "is in contact with the two firelizards that are bonded to my husband."
*she smiled as T'val looked to the firelizard, she had wondered what sort of creature it was, she had become curious every sense she had seen T'val enter* Perhpas if the mission is over soon, you can return home to help your husband in the quest to get your child back *she paused momentarily* in the mean time my door is always opened, so if you ever need a friendly ear, you can find me.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2005 18:05:07 GMT
T'Val meets the gaze of the counselor hesitantly; she wasn't a person to seek help on the first sign of trouble but the issue at hand had troubled her greatly, even more so since she couldn't even sense her son.
Ever since the boy had been found, there had been a sort of connection between her and the boy. Right now, she didn't even feel that. "Thank you counselor," she said gratefully, "I really appreciate that. I know my husband will do everything to find him." Little did she know that just at that moment, the Romulan ambassador had been arrested.
She sighed. "How do you manage, being away from your child?"
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After talking for a little while, T'Val noticed the lieutenant she had rudely berated earlier, sitting all by himself in a corner. "Please excuse me counselor, I believe I should join him for a moment as I fear I have not exactly treated him correctly earlier. Would you care to join me?"
T'Val was glad for the company as at present she didn't want to be alone. Together, the two women walked over to Reynolds. "Mr Reynolds, I owe you an apollogy," T'Val said softly, "I have not been entirely myself, but that was no excuse as to how I treated you earlier."
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Jul 23, 2005 18:22:03 GMT
Matt was shocked to see that Healer T'Val, and Counselor Rylka were walking towards him. Matt tried to act as he didn't notice them, but that of course didn't work.
"Mr Reynolds, I owe you an apollogy," T'Val said softly, "I have not been entirely myself, but that was no excuse as to how I treated you earlier."
Matt at first was speachless, but that passed quickly.
"No ma'am, you don't have to apologize, it was my fault and I didn't follow protocol. So it was my fault ma'am," Matt said sincerly. Matt know knew that something was wrong with Healer T'Val, it was quite a rarity that a Vulcan would apologize for doing the right thing.
"Healer T'Val is there something wrong?" Matt asked hoping not to intrude.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2005 19:04:57 GMT
T'Val stared at the young man before her; she hadn't expected to be asked if something was wrong by anyone other than the counselor, or a fellow doctor. Suddenly, sadness came over her and she failed at attempting to hide it from her companions. She really needed to focus on the mission at hand, and learn everything she could about the aliens that were residing on the Victory-C.
"Yes," she said, her voice barely more than a whisper, "something is terribly wrong, but please let that not concern you. I have acquired the help that I need, but thank you for enquiring."
She turned to Tiffani. "Returning to the mission at hand, is there anything I need to know about the Victory's guests, as apparently your CMO has disappeared? I would really not like to find myself confronted with an alien that I have no knowledge about on how to treat them."
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She gazed sideways at Reynolds, and pondered whether to ask him what he thought of the Jefferson's guests. At last, she voiced her query.
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Jul 23, 2005 19:46:26 GMT
Matt wondered what could be troubling T'Val, but didn't inquire since she asked him not to. The next question she asked got him thinking. He didn't know anything that was going on here. He just reported in and that was it.
"Well ma'am I don't know anything about our guest, since I haven't met them and I just got here," Matt said with a weak smile. That seemed to lighten the mood between them two. The Doctor continued to ask the consuelor if there was anything that she needed to know, which Matt found strange since she would probably know little about the physical body and more about the mind.
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Post by sanosuke on Jul 24, 2005 2:42:05 GMT
Gareth was becoming increasingly anxious as none of the ambassadors had arrived yet. He sighed and looked over at the captain. Walker made eye contact and nodded once. Gareth tapped his combadge.
"=Sagara t' Lieutenant Hemp= Where are the ambassadors?" he asked, managing to keep the edge out of his voice.
"Umm..." started Hemp's reply. "They claim that they are still getting ready for the dinner. We have informed them multiple times of the time when the dinner was to start and they just ignored us. They threaten to scratch our eyes out if we dare to enter the room."
Gareth groaned silently and spoke.
"All right, hold on Lieutenant."
He walked over to where Walker and the captain from the Jefferson, Loskene he believed was his name, were speaking.
"I apologize for interruptin' sir but there seems t' be a bit of a problem with th' ambassadors. They claim t' still be gettin' ready for th' dinner and haven't come out of their quarters. They have threatened t' harm my team if they enter th' room though they have been repeatedly reminded of th' set dinner time," he said softly, not wanting to tell the whole room about it, which a good number of senior officers were missing from.
Right when Walker was about to respond, Hemp interrupted over the comm.
"Sir, they just came out of their rooms and are heading for the turbolift. They don't seem happy about us escorting them to the dinner."
Gareth, Walker, and Loskene all looked at one another and knew that the ambassadors were going to protest about the escort the minute they came into the room. Walker looked around and sighed, there were still quite a few members of the senior staff missing. Suddenly the doors opened, and in walked in Angel Paris along with her companion Gary Owens. They were both in dress uniform looking a bit out of breath. Gareth walked up to Paris and smiled.
"Ya almost missed th' party Angel. Did ya run th' whole way here?" he asked nonchalantly and then winked at her.
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Post by aparis on Jul 24, 2005 2:54:38 GMT
She wasn't surprised with the attention from Gareth. She noticed the two new people, and wondered how long they had been aboard, and if they knew what was going on. She smiles as Gareth winks, and finds that her cheeks are burning. She notices several people around her, but she forgets about the guy she came with, and heads over to see what Gareth is doing.
"Well we can't have that. Actually I would think the life of the party has just arrived, and hopefully in style. What the heck is that strange smell? I think whoever did that should be put out of his or her misery." She says not sure exactly what is going on, but hopes to lighten the mood.
"Hello, I'm Doc. Angel Paris. I hope you won't make my job completely hard by not showing up for a physical like the rest of the crew." She says to the two new officers, and then to the new ensign.
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OOC: By the way, Matt and Gonto. This is another one of my characters. I am also Joan McCormick, your ex-instructor. Let's get this party started you guys.
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Post by tiffani on Jul 24, 2005 5:02:08 GMT
She sighed. "How do you manage, being away from your child?"
*Tiffani smiled faintly at the question, she had not been one to talk about herself much, but found herself being able to open up somewhat to T'val* To be honest, It's not easy, i find myself thinking about her every second, i miss hear dearly, but i know she is in good hans, Felix wouldn't dare let harm come to her, he has not seen my tempered side and doesn't dare to seek it *She laughed a little, and smiled* Besides Commodore Walker keeps me busy enough i don't have time to worry about her to much, only when i'm alone in my quarters.
After talking for a little while, T'Val noticed the lieutenant she had rudely berated earlier, sitting all by himself in a corner. "Please excuse me counselor, I believe I should join him for a moment as I fear I have not exactly treated him correctly earlier. Would you care to join me?"
Sure *Tiffani stood as the doctor started to walk off* The Ambassador's aren't here yet and i've yet to meet some of the crew.
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Post by travorgonto on Jul 24, 2005 10:21:46 GMT
The doors to the room opened and Travor looked to see who came in, but he didn't recognize her. She said something that made Travor grin, then she introduced herself, Hello, I'm Doc. Angel Paris. I hope you won't make my job completely hard by not showing up for a physical like the rest of the crew."
"Sorry, Ma'am. But as soon as i got to the ship, I was told to change into my Dress Uniform and come straight here. I will however come to sickbay right after the party, Time permiting," Travor said to Angel as he took another sip of his bloodwine.
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Post by Loskene on Jul 25, 2005 5:16:34 GMT
Commodore Loskene had made a slight mistake involving the ambassadors, although one he had no control over. He had beamed over to the Victory, just to meet with Commodore Walker and discuss the upcoming conference. Apparently, the crew of the Jefferson were under the misconception that their would be two separate dinners. One for the Polanites aboard the Jefferson, and one for the Baltorians, aboard the Victory. Again, a slight mistake on his part. Hopefully it would all work out in the end.... Loskene was worried but optimistic that the two races could learn to live in peace, starting with a dinner aboard a Federation starship. The Crew of the Jefferson began to file in one or two at a time. The ambassadors were scheduled to arrive in a little under 30 minutes, so preparations would have to be hastened.
Loskene heard something in the distance. Barely audible, coming from the back room that connected the kitchen to the reception room. He heard curious noises. It sounded like small bouts of funny noises. Loskene moved closer so he could hear better. It became more definable as he got closer. He managed to get up to the door, and finally found out what it was; Somebody was sneezing and would not stop.
He pushed a com panel next to the door and spoke.
Loskene: Hello...? Is everything all right in here?
The door slid open and inside was a tall man with gray hair and wearing a formal suit. Clearly not Starfleet.
Man: Quick, come in here!
Loskene: What? Why?
Man: I don't desire to have anyone hear me. It's really distracting and I don't wish to attract attention.
Loskene complied and walked inside the room. The man sneezed once more and dabbed his face with a handkerchief.
Loskene: Who are you and are you alright?
Man: My name's Kurzan...I'm just a civilian aboard the Victory. I help out if I'm needed, but usually I run operations in the mess hall.
Loskene laughed at that.
Loskene: Operations in the mess hall. Sounds serious. Hmph.
Kurzan: You try it! And perhaps you wouldn't mind cooking all the food for the ambassadors, and perhaps you wouldn't mind smelling that disgusting scent... And perhaps-
Loskene: Alright sir, alright, I see your point. I'm glad to see that you're on schedule. Now...what's with all the sneezing?
Kurzan: I don't know. I haven't had this kind of reaction since I was a mere 80 year old and I owned a Circassian parakeet!
Loskene: Parakeet...
Kurzan: It's a very colorful avian-
Loskene: I know what it is, I'm just thinking. When did this sneezing start?
Kurzan: Why, right after you arrived, I believe. Why do you ask?
Loskene remained silent for a moment.
Kurzan: Oh no...It's those ambassadors isn't it?
Loskene: I believe so.
Kurzan: I don't know how I'll be able to function like this.
Loskene: Perhaps the ship's doctor can do something for you? Or maybe my doctor, Healer T'Val can do something for you?
Kurzan: Well I must say I prefer a healer to a doctor, doesn't sound as cold and sterile. But I don't have time to go to sickbay, I'm just about to transport a few tons of tepid meat into the reception room, and it needs to be done now. I just wish I had an extra set of hands.
Loskene sighed and nodded.
Loskene: Alright, hand me a cart.
Kurzan: You're hired.
Loskene and Kurzan got to working on wheeling the carts in. It wasn't too much of a hassle for Loskene. Even in his human form, his strength was still above average in terms of human strength. Kurzan was curious about Loskene's peculiar strength. He knew that Loskene was an 8472, but it was no less strange.
Kurzan: Well, with strength like that, you must pick up a lot of girls huh?
Kurzan gave Loskene a devilish grin.
Loskene: I...Don't know what you're talking about...
Kurzan: Sure you do. Don't tell me a complex being such as yourself doesn't know about the concept of love.
Loskene: Why does it matter?
Kurzan: Oh, nothing. Nothing at all.
Loskene wished to change the subject.
Loskene: So... I hear you are an El-Aurian?
Kurzan: That's what they call us, yes.
Loskene: And you... You were on your home planet during the Borg attack?
Kurzan remained silent for a moment and lowered his head.
Kurzan: Yes.
Loskene: I just wanted to say that I admire your kind. You persevered in the midst of a catastrophe. Your kind is revered by many, including my kind.
Kurzan: Where is this going?
Loskene: Oh nothing, it's just that I am fascinated. Your species live extremely long lives, all those memories, expierences...
Kurzan: Ah, but memories can sometimes be painful, and the experiences more so.
Loskene: I never thought about that, really.
Kurzan: In a few hundred years, you will.
Kurzan smiled curiously. They had finally made it into the reception room and moved the food to the back of the room. The room had gotten quite crowded and noisy in the past 15 minutes.
Commodore Walker eyed Loskene and Kurzan and approached them.
Loskene: Everything is ready, Commodore. I must apologize again for the misunderstanding. I know it's a big strain to have such a large dinner in one reception room. I'm having the Jefferson's chef sent here, so that the Polanites will have their food. I just hope that everything is peaceful.
Loskene left Kurzan and Commodore Walker and approached one of his crew members. It was a new officer, and Loskene had only seen him once. He was mad at himself for not greeting the officer earlier.
Loskene: Greetings....Lieutenant.......
Loskene thought for a moment and finally remember the name.
Loskene: ...Lieutenant Reynolds, was it? I hope you will excuse my late welcome, but as you can see things are quite hectic. How are you liking the Jefferson, Lieutenant?
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Loskene walked over to the table, and wanted to sit down and clear his mind of the stressful situation. But before he could sit down, the door rang. Loskene stood up quickly and ordered everyone to quiet down. The volume of the room had went down considerably, with only a few murmurs here and there. Loskene stood up and straightened his formal uniform. Commodore Walker did the same. Meanwhile, a door on the other side of the room rang. The ambassadors were, of course, coming through separate doors.
Loskene: I'll get the other door Commodore.
Loskene walked over to the other door and opened it. The ambassadors stood there, looking quite irritated.
Loskene: Madam ambassador, apologies for the misunderstanding. I assure you though, we do have your food here... I think you'll find it to your liking.
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The Polanite ambassadors walked in. The Baltorians also entered. Apparently, the two races had not been informed of the other coming to the same dinner, and the two races began to growl and hiss loudly at one another.
Loskene: Please! Would everyone just take a seat please!
Both races angrily and reluctantly sat down at the table. The Polanites began to pull their chairs to the far end of the table. They wanted nothing to do with them during the meal.
Baltorian: Ha. Look at that female Polanite. She'd make a good stuffed animal on my wall!
The other Baltorians began to laugh out loud. The Polanites ignored the Baltorians, preferring not to bother with the Baltorians at all.
Baltorian: Bunch of snobs.
Loskene wiped sweat from his forehead and wiped it off with a handkerchief. While he wasn't looking, one of the Baltorians reached for a piece of tepid meat.
Baltorian: (Whispering) You will enjoy this, watch! Hehehe.
The Baltorian took the piece of meat, and with all his might, snarled and hurled a piece of meat across the table. It made a direct impact in one of the Polanite's faces. The Polanites were quick to react. They began flapping their wings angrily. Kurzan began to sneeze uncontrollably and fled from the room. Loskene slammed his fist on the table, trying to bring the room to order, but no success. Both crews tried desperately to contain the two races.
Loskene: And they call themselves ambassadors?!
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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2005 7:46:17 GMT
The Polanite ambassador ruffled her feathers angrily. "Oh I am sure that it is," she snapped at him, drawing herself up to her full height (which was still barely reaching up to Loskene's waist. "Just what are they" - she motioned at the Baltonians- "doing here?" Zyrona shook her head in dismay and bit back her anger, because she couldn't really blame him for lack of trying to accomodate them. "We'll have nothing to do with them," she snapped, looking around for the nearest female officers. "And what is that smell!" Demonstratingly, she waved a hand/wing before her face.
As all Polanites, the females dominated the males who had in essence nothing to say. Zyrona's male servants cowered at her outburst, knowing full well that they'd bear the brunt of her anger if they dared interfering.
She glared at the Baltonites, who dared making a comment about her appearance but she wisely chose to ignore it. Then suddenly, a large piece of meat landed squarely in her face. Hissing, she jumped up the table. Ignoring Loskene's feeble attempts at controlling the Polanites, she grabbed the nearest bowl and splashed the contents in the Baltonite ambassador's face, and laughed at the result.
In the corner, still seated with Savali and Reynolds, T'Val watched the display in horror. And here she thought she had problems. "If you will excuse me," she said, barely containing a sneeze. She followed Kurzan out of the room and held out a hypospray to him. "This will help," she said, after administering one dose to herself, "I am experiencing the same problems."
Leaving the still sneezing chef gazing at the hypo, she walked back into the room, straight at the Polanite ambassador. None-too-kindly, she yanked the female avian aside. "You would do well to show some gratitude," she hissed, "Commodore Loskene has gone through great trouble at organizing palatable foods for you, and Commodore Walker has gone through great trouble organizing this. And this is how you pay your respects? You are not worthy of the title ambassador."
Zyrona glared back at the Vulcan woman. "They brought the Baltonians and we shall have nothing to do with a race inferior to ours. And we shall not take commands from male persons."
T'Val tightened her grip on Zyrona's shoulder. "These male persons, as you insist on calling them, have earned their ranks by hard work and dedication. And was your presence here not because you wished to settle this conflict? Someone has to make the first gesture, and your behaviour is not going to assist solving this."
She released the Polanite, who instantly preened her feathers. "In the Federation, no species stands above another, and all are treated with equal respect. If you cannot muster that, then neither of you has any business being here. Now, join me in a conversation with the Baltonite ambassador."
Zyrona realised that the woman meant what she said, but she wasn't convinced. It was so ingrained in her species to hate men, that it was not something easily overcome. She remained standing where she stood, and refused to follow the Vulcan. Somewhat pleased, she watched as Loskene still attempted to control the situation, as her people engaged the Baltonians.
Meanwhile, T'Val sought out the Baltonian ambassador. "Throwing food is hardly a way to mend issues," she stated matter-of-factly, "unless it is standard among your species to offer welcome? In that case, you ought to throw a slab of meat at everyone, instead of just the Polanite ambassador." She picked up a slice of meat and gazed at it in disgust, then handed it to the ambassador, and waited to see what he would do with it.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2005 20:06:29 GMT
OFF: Okay ... my first post as a Victory crewmember ... if i get something wrong don't shoot me ... ON: John walked off the USS Andromeda, his shuttle, into the shuttlebay of the USS victory ... he had been informed that the crew of the USS Victory where here when he was re-assigned a few days ago. He knew that they were on a joint-mission with the USS Jefferson ... but that was all he knew Five months ago John had been on the USS Black Tulip as the Chief Medical Officer, but he was re-assigned back to Starfleet Medical for some career advancements. Whilst he was there, he was promoted and re-assigned to the USS Victory. His first instinct was to find the Chief Medical Officer of the Jefferson and then his Commanding Officer. He knew that the the Jefferson's Chief Medical Officer was a vulcan civilian by the name of T'Val, and his Commanding Officer, was Commodore Riker. However his first instinct was to find sickbay. He left the shuttlebay and found a map of the ship, he had never been on a Nebula Class before ... ~Ahah! Deck 12 ... I am on Deck 4 ... nice~ John turned left ... and then a right ... and then another left and found the turbolift. He walked in and said "Deck Twelve" The turbolift accepted his instructions and it sped downwards taking the passenger to the required location. Slowly and surely the 'lift stopped and the doors opened. John sighed as they opened, being claustrophobic he hated closed in spaces, and left and walked straight for sickbay. He walked in and saw a women attending to a patient. He cleared his throat and said "Who are you? And what are you doing in my sickbay?" <Tag: T'Val?>
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Post by sanosuke on Jul 26, 2005 2:04:56 GMT
OFF: Sure I'll be the Baltorian ambassador.
ON: Kollax growled softly when he saw the Polanite ambassador. Whenever they had tried to talk in the past, she had always tried to be the dominant one in the coversation. He had been greatly insulted by this and had snapped at her for it. Then all this had begun between them. An insult here, a trick there, it was only a matter of time before his acolytes attacked in revenge. He had to admit that she had a tendency of being quite infuriating. Their encounters had left him very bitter and quick to anger. While he was only 5 foot 5 inches, he still was not a force to be reckoned with with his sharp teeth and claws. When he saw the Polanites pulling their chairs as far to the end of the table as they could, he could not help but let out a laugh. He had always been fascinated by the Polanite's looks. Those feathers and such gave him an idea and he voiced it.
"Ha. Look at that female Polanite. She'd make a good stuffed animal on my wall!" he said.
His acolytes laughed with him and he noticed the Polanites trying their best to ignore him. One of Kollax's acolytes then spoke softly.
"Bunch of snobs."
Kollax couldn't help but agree with him fully. He reached for a piece of tepid meat. Kollax then whispered to his acolytes.
"You will enjoy this, watch! Hehehe."
Kollax took the piece of meat, and with all his might, snarled, and hurled a piece of meat across the table. It made a direct impact on the Polanite ambassador's face. The Polanites immediately reacted, especially her. They began flapping their wings angrily and hissing. He then watched as the Polanite grabbed the nearest bowl and splashed the contents in his face. He heard a laugh of triumph from her that he thought sounded much more like a sqwack. He was about to rebel when he saw a Vulcan female interfere and speak firmly to the Polanite. She then came over to him and spoke.
"Throwing food is hardly a way to mend issues, unless it is standard among your species to offer welcome? In that case, you ought to throw a slab of meat at everyone, instead of just the Polanite ambassador."
She picked up a slice of meat and gazed at it in disgust, then handed it to the ambassador, and waited to see what he would do with it. Kollax looked at the piece of meat in her hand and then at the Polanite ambassador.
"I hope this is not the piece of meat I threw at the Polanite as I would be afraid it would be contaminated," he said.
"Your species is a contamination!" came a quick retort from one of the other Polanites, to which he had a ready reply.
"I take it you're the doctor from the other ship," he said cooly, not taking his eyes from the Polanite's. "To which I might ask if you had all these featherbeds checked for mites. They have a tendency of carrying such things on their person."
There was more flapping and hissing in response to this. Kollax continued.
"But if this is not the piece of meat I threw, then there is no need for me to go wasting a perfectly good piece of food on insect infected parakeets."
He tore off a piece of the meat and chewed noisily. He then threw it down on his plate and waited.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2005 9:59:30 GMT
He tore off a piece of the meat and chewed noisily. He then threw it down on his plate and waited.
T'Val watched him, though a lack of expression on her face would not tip off the Baltonite on how she felt. "As chief medic on the Jefferson, I carry the policy that any new arrival, whether they are crew or civillian, and whether they had been checked only hour before, is sent to sickbay first for a complete medical examination. Be it as it may that regular avians may carry germs or other micro-organisms, evaluation has turned out that the Polanites are free of any of these."
She gazed at him coolly while he continued to eat; the sight of someone eating meat turned her stomach, but she didn't let the Baltonite know that. "I would daresay," she began slowly, "that if anyone carries something, it is you, for I have come to understand that you and your kind have not been subjected to any examinations."
T'Val was beginning to feel thoroughly ill, and not only from the stench coming from the food that was specially prepared for the Baltonites. "Please excuse me, there is something I need to attend to."
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In a hurry, T'Val left the room and sped down to sickbay, where she stumbled upon a crewmember that had been hurt on the holodeck. Since she was already there, and the Victory CMO was nowhere to be found, she might as well treat him.
At that point, a male human wearing a teal uniform walked in on her and berated her on treating his patient. "You were hardly here," she scoffed, as she wiped her hands on a towel and rearranged her dress. "I have an upset stomach and had come to get a remedy, when this young man here stumbled in. But by all means, he is all yours."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2005 10:58:32 GMT
John listened as the civilian stood in front of telling him off for not being around. "Excuse me but i have ONLY just arrived on the Victory after being re-assigned a few days ago from Starfleet Medical ... now since you are feeling ill ... sit on BioBed One whilst i sort out this young fellow."
John sighed as he moved to the poor chap who had been injured. "What is wrong with you then?" He heard a sigh come from the Vulcan, he turned around to her and said "Will you be quiet I am trying to work!" He turned back to the Lieutenant in front of him, and he spoke "I was on the holodeck, i thought the safety's were on .... but they weren't .... i hit my leg ... I was rockclimbing" "Yes ... I'll see the Captain about the Safety's ... okay, lie still for me"
John took a vial of drugs from the stand beside him, and injected it into the patient "That shoudl relieve the pain" He said as he removed the vial and took another one and injected it into his neck "That should kill any infection" John placed the hypospray down, and picked up the Dermal Regenerator. He moved the device along the wound and it healed. "There we go, you can do now" John said with a smile, as the crewman got up and left.
He moved to the Civilian and said "You didn't answer my question who are you and where were you doing in my sickbay?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2005 11:03:19 GMT
"I am Healer T'Val, Chief Medic aboard the Jefferson, and I believe I just told you why I am here," she said coldly, "the smell in that room is making me ill, and on top of that I have a headache. These two species clearly do not get along, what has gotten into Starfleet putting them together on one ship!"
She launched into a detailed explanation of the Polanites and produced a PADD with the medical data she had gathered on them.
"Do not presume to talk to them," she said, "they will not take anything from a male, regardless of species. I was lucky that the ambassador agreed to a examination because I promised her it would be non-invasive."
She paused. "I would be extremely gratified if you would be able to produce data on the Baltonites, either by your own exams of by your predecessor, whom I have never had the chance to talk to."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2005 16:28:57 GMT
John chuckled "I didn't meet my predecessor either ... and my policy is that only new crewmembers are examined, and since the ambassadors came via the transporter i would guess that the biofilter would pick up any contagions that they would be carrying ... they won't need to be examined then okay?" John smiled at the vulcan as she sarted at him ...
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2005 7:50:18 GMT
"The transporter does not pick up everything," T'Val argued, "what can be normal to then, can be hazardous to us and you cannot deny that. In addition, what is normal for us may even be hazardous to us."
Suddenly she felt a sense of relief wash over her as she suddenly sensed the emotions her bondmate was going through. She gave a sigh of relief and suddenly came across as less tense. "They have found my son, safe and sound," she confided, then she frowned, "but why then am I still sensing anxiety?" She knew Storey would not be able to answer that question.
"I believe we should return to the dinner party," she said, though reluctantly, "it does not do for the medical chiefs to be absent. Did you have the medication I requested for me? I could not find it earlier."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2005 14:56:41 GMT
"Medication ... Medication .... what for again?" John racked his brain, "ahh of course, an upset stomach. Antacids should do the trick" John rummaged in his pouch at his front, and withdrew a vial of a green liquid. He placed it in the hypospray and injected it into her.
"There we go, shall we go to the party, and on the wa you can tell me about what happened to your son"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2005 17:46:05 GMT
Firestorm paced around the bridge, going from console to console to check read-outs. A couple of decks lower, the ambassadorial dinner party was going on in full, and Firestorm couldn't blame anyone on not inviting him. After all, with the Polanites being avians, it was very likely that Firestorm would forget himself, and pounce on them as if they were lunch.
Instead, he had volunteered to keep an eye on the bridge, and make sure the Victory stayed on course. At his feet, little Copper pranced along, once in a while curling up for a nap, or preening her own fur. The little kitten never left Firestorm's side, but was never any trouble when he took her to the bridge.
Suddenly, a blinking light caught Firestorm's attention, and the Sivaoan hopped over to the navigations console. "Hey, who changed course!" he exclaimed, as he slid into the seat. Quickly, he accessed the navigations console and made an attempt to re-plot the course towards their original heading. To no avail, the course would not change and Firestorm gasped soundly as he saw where they were slowly heading: The flank of the USS Jefferson.
Panic struck Firestorm, as he frankly tried to correct their course. "Uh-oh," he murmured and tapped his combade. "Firstorm to Mr Gonto, please report to the bridge at once, we've got a serious problem!"
<Gonto>
As soon as Firestorm saw Gonto running onto the bridge, Firestorm grabbed him by his sleeve and pulled him over. "I can't correct our course," he said tentatively, his fur standing on end in fear, "I've tried everything, but the course is locked and encrypted. What should we do?"
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