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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2007 5:22:02 GMT
“Just me.” Doctor van Breughel said reassuringly and smiled as he took his seat. Admonishing herself for being so jumpy, Megan sent a small smile his way in return and tried to force herself to relax. "So where is everyone?” he asked. “I was just starting to enter an exciting conversation with Cyle Johnson."
The mention of the Major, no Sergeant, brought a lump to the Commander’s throat, as she still felt guilty that he had taken the brunt of the blame for what had happened. Pushing the guilt away and not wanting to seem distracted or anything, Megan replied, “I assume everyone else is on their way. I’m just early.”
“So, how're you holding up?” Nathan asked looking at her closely. Apparently, Megan hadn’t done such a good job of appearing undistracted.
“I’m fine. Thank you.” the science officer responded as politely as possible before racking her brain for some sort of safe subject for small talk.
“I see your wrist is healed. That’s good.” Megan commented before silently scolding herself. ‘Of course it’s healed. It’s been weeks since you last saw him. Think of something better.’
Searching once more for something better as Nathan, of course, confirmed that yes, his wrist was now fine, Megan finally landed on an idea that would hopefully last as a topic of conversation until everyone else arrived. “How’s Freddy doing?”
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Post by Zhukarak Hrisvalar on Nov 14, 2007 12:16:41 GMT
Zhukarak finally arrived in the conference room. He did not like running late, but a few things needed to be checked and double checked before his arrival. This assignment had political implications for the Debrunes.
Zhuk looked around the assembled members of his staff. They were all unusually quiet. It had been this way since the trial had ended and Zhukarak needed to put an end to it.
“Let me first start by saying that I am truly honored to be serving with this crew and with you as my senior staff.”
Everyone started looking at Zhuk with renewed interest at his words.
“The trial has been taxing on all of us, but it shouldn’t…doesn’t change who we are. Every single one of us, who was involved with these fighters, acted honorably and has no reason to think so otherwise. The outcome of the trial was unfortunate, but unavoidable. I know for a fact that Major…I mean First Sergeant Johnson…Cyle…would do it all over again if he had to. I know I would have.”
Most of the heads began to nod in the affirmative as they were receiving Zhuk’s praises and his reinforcement that he believed in them no matter what.
“With that said, we all need to put this behind us now and move on with our lives. So the first order of business is a couple of promotions. T’ress, congratulations! You have been promoted to the rank of Lieutenant Commander as a reflection of your performance and your duties as Chief Engineering Officer.”
Zhukarak paused as everyone around the room put their hands together in applause.
“Garrett, you too have been promoted. Admiral Lin, with my recommendation, was able to grant a waiver for your promotion to the rank of Commander. That doesn’t mean your confinement and restrictions will be stricken from your record, that will still be there. Congratulations to the both of you. Now on to more pressing matters…”
Another short applause went around the room along with congratulations as Zhukarak prepared his PADD to upload its data to everyone else’s PADD and onto the main viewer behind him.
“Everyone here is aware of the political situation of the Debrunes. There is a rift between the factions with one side siding with the Romulans and the other with the Vulcans. There are even some who would want to see an all out reunification of all three species.
“Three days ago, Elder Cra'mel was abducted from his home on Qualinost. The Silasi (Debrune Security Forces) released a holovid of him being accompanied by two hooded men as he entered a Romulan shuttlecraft. Just as it left the planet’s atmosphere it cloaked and disappeared. They were able to collect a warp signature from its last known location, which does match that of Romulan shuttles, which the Silasi have provided for us. Garrett, I want you to you plot their possible destinations so that we can pursue. We’ve been tasked to locate Elder Cra’mel, and rescue him for safe return. Sergeant Major Carrera, that last part will be your department. That is all. Commander Garrett, the sooner you have a plot the sooner we shall be on our way. Dismissed!”
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2007 9:31:25 GMT
As the meeting broke up, Megan was feeling ten times better. The CO’s words had been exactly what she’d needed to hear. It felt strange getting promoted after being court martialed and reprimanded, but the whole situation had been weird enough that somehow the contradiction seemed in keeping with everything else that had happened. As for the assignment, it wouldn’t exactly be an easy task, but the Commander was grateful to have something useful to do.
Moving towards the science station, Megan shook off the duty science officer, who was monitoring the sensors at the primary station and had begun to rise at the Commander’s approach, and took a seat at the secondary science station instead. It didn’t take long before all of the relevant information provided by the Silasi, including the sensor logs showing the Romulan craft just before it had vanished, were displayed on the screen.
The shuttle had been heading directly into the Betreka Nebula, which would make sense as the density would prevent any chance of tracing their ion trail and make following them practically impossible. Considering the major players involved, Megan extrapolated a course towards Vulcan, though she highly doubted the Vulcans were actually involved, and towards Romulan space. In both cases, a statistically probable course would take the shuttle near the Aldebaran system.
Her mind made up, Megan started to stand to inform the Brigadier of what she’d discovered, but seeing Hrisvalar was in his ready room caused her to pause. Given what had happened the last time she had reported to the ready room, the science officer decided the comm made much more sense. “Garrett to Brigadier Hrisvalar, I believe we should start our search at Aldebaran III.”
Once the message was relayed and acknowledged, Megan turned back to the sensors to begin determining possible courses and destinations if the shuttle were heading towards Romulan space, though there was no guarantee that was the case. Commander Garrett just hoped that they were able to find something at Aldebaran to give them an idea where to go next. Perhaps the ship had stopped at the colony or at least the colony’s sensors had picked up something. Otherwise, where to go next was an even bigger shot in the dark.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2007 21:24:40 GMT
Nathan frowned as she mentioned his wrist, which was now fully healed, but broke into a bright smile when she mentioned his son. "Freddy's doing fine," he answered as he took his seat, "in fact, he's been asking about you. He's horribly disappointed that the invitation for Colonel Stone's dinner was cancelled and he hopes you'd come by for dinner some time."
Seeing her startled look, he smiled again, reassuringly. "I assure you it is Freddy's invitation, but I am fine with it. I ah, haven't invited a woman for dinner in a very long time and I'm afraid I won't be with a date in mind for a long time to come either." He hoped that would reassure her.
Several minutes later, Hrisvalar and the rest of the senior staff drifted in one by one and the mission briefing finally started. The doctor listenend with quiet interest and wondered if there would be any challenges for him in this mission at all, other than stand ready to patch up injured crew.
After the meeting, he signaled Hrisvalar to wait, then walked over to the Andorian, holding out his right hand. He covered Hrisvalar's right hand with his left, while meeting the Andorian's eyes. "Sir, I'd like to congratulate you on your promotion to brigadier," he started, "it's well deserved." He waited for Hrisvalar to answer, while he still held the man's hand in both of his.
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Post by tamara on Nov 15, 2007 22:55:23 GMT
"Everyone here is aware of the political situation of the Debrunes."
"Everyone but me," Tamara thought to herself. She didn't raise the issue, though. Politics were not her cup of tea, although given political situations, she found she was quite astute at coming up with solutions. It was a natural talent, which naturally led to counseling. She took in all the information as if her life depended on it. For all she knew, it might.
As Hrisvalar finished up his briefing, Tamara felt she should both introduce herself, and perhaps ask for some clarification on a few of his points. Nathan, however, reached the ship's commanding officer first.
It was taking forever to unglue Nathan. He was trying to reassure Tamara that he wasn't an angry or mean man. That is what Tamara thought, anyway. After the incident in the hallway outside of her door, he probably felt as if he got off on the wrong foot. Plus, the counselor had even recommended maybe he deal with some of his anger issues. That must be why he's making such a large show out of his friendliness to Hrisvalar. Why else such an awkward posturing?
Tamara had wanted to speak to her new Commanding Officer... she had been on the ship for some time now with not even a peep from him. Nathan, however, was taking up much of his time, and it was unclear if the Brigadier was going to have more.
When the Brigadier happened to glance in her direction, she raised her hand to say "hi", only wiggling her fingers slightly. She didn't want to appear to be interrupting, and scrunched her shoulders up as if to acknowledge that she may just have.
"Iff... you could spare a moment, Brigadier," her question started off slow and unsure, but picked up speed as she spoke, " can I have a word with you?"
Her uniform would be the only thing giving her position away, and as of yet, she was unsure if the Brigadier knew he even had a new Counselor aboard. Hopefully Nathan and he wouldn't count her as intruding on their social intercourse.
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Nov 16, 2007 7:23:08 GMT
As the senior staff exited the conference room, Matt waited for the room to clear. Zhukarak had only hinted at the implications of the Debrune association with the Romulans and it worried Matt. It seemed that only Zhukarak and himself knew the true consequences of Elder Cra'mel's capture. When Matt saw that Nathan had approached Zhukarak he knew that it would be a good while before he would available again.
Knowing this, Matt quietly exited the conference room and took his seat on the bridge. Megan was now examining the information given to them by the Silasi which would determine the next course of action.
"Sgt. Carrera a word please," Matt said as he moved to a secluded part of the bridge.
"Yes sir," Carrera whispered understanding the need for privacy.
"I need you to create a contingency plan if Cra'mel decides that his allegiance is not with the Debrune or the Federation," Matt said knowing that he might be overstepping his bounds a bit.
"Sir?" Carrera asked.
"Sgt. there might be a possibility that Elder Cra'mel voluntarily left with the Romulans," Matt said," if this is the case, he will not want to come with us peacefully. I understand that you will not be able to have a valid rescue plan without more information, but once you it I want to be informed immediately."
"Understood, sir," Carrera said before dismissing himself and getting to work. He was not going to mention this to Zhukarak just yet. Hopefully he was just being paranoid."
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Post by Zhukarak Hrisvalar on Nov 16, 2007 10:21:43 GMT
A few of his minions shuffled out of the conference room without any hesitation with the exception of Doctor van Breughel who came up to congratulate Zhuk upon his own promotion. “Thank you kindly doctor. I am glad to see that your arm has healed up nicely. My apologies for that.” The doctor gave his usual air of indifference and told Zhuk not to worry about it.
Zhukarak spied the new counselor from behind the doctor. He hadn’t met her yet, but recalled her profile from her files he had already studied. The ship had been a whirlwind of activity since her arrival and Zhukarak felt that he had neglected her somewhat. It was time to rectify that situation as she made the approach and requested to speak with him. “Of course, Counselor. How about you join me in my ready room?” She nodded in approval and stepped before Zhuk as his raised hand offered her to lead.
Once in the ready room Theel’zhiin popped in from ‘between’. It had become common understanding between the two of them that his firelizard did not attend the briefings. Theel’zhiin could sense when Zhukarak wasn’t busy anymore which in turn was permission for him to arrive. Landing onto one of the soft lunge chairs, Theel’zhiin hopped on down and made himself more comfortable by laying into a fetal position. He kept his head lifted however, as he was busy eyeing the newcomer.
Zhukarak wasn’t exactly sure what he wanted to drink and decided to have whatever his new counselor might be having. “Counselor, can I interest you in anything to drink?” Before she could answer, Garrett’s efficiency gave cause for a brief interruption. “Excuse me Counselor. Thank you Commander Garrett.”
“Commander Reynolds, lay in a course for Aldeberan III at max warp.”
=/\= Aye, sir. Laying in a course for Aldeberan III. =/\=
Zhuk turned his attention back to his guest as he stood by the replicator. “Counselor, something to drink?”
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Post by tamara on Nov 19, 2007 4:19:49 GMT
It was a bit cool in the room, no doubt due to the Brigadier being an Andorian and thus used to colder climes. She fought back the natural urge to shiver, though. She would get used to it.
After being introduced to the fire lizard, Hrisvalar proceeded pour himself a drink, when asked, Tamara asked for something simple.
"I'll have an iced tea." the marine turned to give a command to the replicator, but Tamara modified her original statement, "with sugar please." but his attention was turned to his combadge, which was blipping constantly with new messages from the bridge crew.
"What do you want to drink?" he said again, forgetting her original order.
"Iced tea with sugar." The replicator, she had found, made it with just the right amount of sugar for her taste without any prompting. It was one of the few things she had learned on her own about the ship.
"Thank you for seeing me. I know you are probably very busy." The shear size of the ship made that assumption reasonable. There is so much to the ship, which implied so much to keep charge of.
"Actually, while I am here, I have something I needed to talk to you about. It isn't a big deal, I just wanted to make sure you were aware." She paused to sip her tea. Just the right sweetness.
"J'Varr T'Ress... the feline officer," she thought for a second, ".. engineer." she probably could have stopped at 'feline'. "He came to visit me the other day about his perceived performance. While I cannot, under patient-doctor privileges, discuss his particular case any further than that, I would like to suggest perhaps that others may be experiencing something similar."
She continued, "I am also not one to make counseling mandatory. That just ushers grudgeful feelings toward myself. I assure you, I do not enjoy forcing people to talk to me. Nothing generally comes of it. However, I suggest a two pronged approach." Her tea was finished after a final swallow, and she set forth her ideas.
"One- Perhaps take some extra time on your part to let your crew know their individual value, and make clear any shortcomings they have that you recognize. Most people don't get upset with people thinking they had done a bad job. What really drives people, for lack of better words, crazy, is when they don't know what their superiors are thinking. If you let them know where they stand in your eyes, it could help. Perhaps telling Commander Reynolds --- Matthew, I believe --- to have the same awareness of the crew would be prudent as well."
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"Second- If you notice any crew doubting their own abilities, or you see that people are on edge or acting unusual, could you subtly mention it to me? As I said, forcing them into counseling isn't such a great idea. It could do more damage than good. However, if I am aware of someone's problems, I can easily maneuver myself into their path and start a personal relationship with them, or at least monitor them."
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"Thank you for the iced tea, sir. Do you mind if I call you by your first name?" Tamara called every one of the officers so far by their first name. She hated the formality of rank and surname. Zhukarak, though, was not someone she was about to make an assumption of informality for.
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Post by Zhukarak Hrisvalar on Nov 19, 2007 12:08:57 GMT
Zhukarak had settled with his own iced tea, with sugar. He let the sweet liquid linger on his pallet for awhile, trying to determine if it was worth savoring. He decided that it would take the entire glass to come to that decision. In the meantime he had listened to the counselor’s concern over T’ress and his desire to be accepted.
“Counselor Thompson, while I admit that I…all of us…have been very busy over the last few weeks, with the court martial proceedings, I do not feel that you have been here long enough yet to make such judgments about my leadership style nor that of Commander Reynolds.”
Zhuk let that sink in for a moment as he took another sip of his tea, beginning to enjoy it a little bit more. “Considering that I have just given out a couple of promotions, one of them being Lieutenant Commander T’ress, I do not see how you can come to the conclusion that I do not notice if my crew is performing properly or not, or that I do not make them aware of my satisfaction or lack of satisfaction of them? Trust me, if I am not satisfied by their performance…they will know about it.”
Zhuk sensed that his new counselor wanted to defend herself, but he quickly continued on. “As far as Commander T’ress is concerned, you will soon see that it is his nature to want constant confirmation of his performance, it is what makes T’ress…T’ress. This leads me to your second point; as far as this crew is concerned we both have a similar job…ensuring their welfare. We are both professional enough to realize that each of us will recognize when the crew needs us, and at times one of us will find this out before the other. So of course I will direct them in your direction if I feel the need, and I will keep you apprised when I have done so.”
Counselor Thompson took a few moments, and a few more sips before she finally answered in return. Zhukarak continued with his iced tea while he listened intently to her comments. He knew she was going to be an asset to the ship, as long as she didn’t continue to prejudge him and the crew, and make assumptions about his character or anyone else’s.
She came to the end of her thoughts and thanked him for the tea, when she had one final question…about his first name or the use of. “I have no qualms over your use of my first name. I understand the psychological aspect of it between officers or professional people who are required to work closely with one another. It creates a more trusting environment. However, I think it goes without saying that this familiarity is reserved for when we are alone, and not in front of the rest of the crew. I just felt that I needed to make that clear even though I sense your professionalism.” With that said, Zhukarak finished the rest of his glass upon which he had decided that he could have this ‘ice tea’ again sometime.
"Now, shall we go on the bridge and find out what adventures await us?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2007 20:56:32 GMT
Nathan knew when he was being set aside and he released the brigadier's hand, nodded to the counselor without saying a word, then left the briefingroom. Walking out, he just saw a tail disappear around the corner and, taking a short sprint, he caught up with the feline chief engineer.
Reaching out, he snagged the tail, causing the feline to jump and hiss in surprise. "I think congratulations are in order for you too," Nathan smiled, offering his hand to the cat, wondering how he'd take it. Right now, the feline looked as though he was ready to scratch him. Suddenly, he had a thought, something that worked quite well with his own pet cats. Carefully, he reached out and gently scratched the man-sized cat behind one of his ears.
Then, he backed up a few steps to see how T'ress would react. A slight smile appeared on his face again, when he pulled something from a pocket in his uniform. Something he generally carried around when he might need to lure Tibbe or Sox back towards him. "Here," he said, holding the small item out to T'ress, "thought you might like this."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2007 5:18:15 GMT
[So you finally pulled the tail ] Reaching out, he snagged the tail, causing the feline to jump and hiss in surprise. "I think congratulations are in order for you too," Nathan smiled, offering his hand to the cat, wondering how he'd take it. Right now, the feline looked as though he was ready to scratch him. Suddenly, he had a thought, something that worked quite well with his own pet cats. Carefully, he reached out and gently scratched the man-sized cat behind one of his ears. T'Ress' look of anguish quickly evaporated with the same speed that it had set in. He sighed in a particularly feline manner before he smiled, licking a fang a bit, "I thank you then for my congratulations, murr..."Then, he backed up a few steps to see how T'ress would react. A slight smile appeared on his face again, when he pulled something from a pocket in his uniform. Something he generally carried around when he might need to lure Tibbe or Sox back towards him. "Here," he said, holding the small item out to T'ress, "thought you might like this." He smiled, accepting it with wide eyes, and batting it around a good deal. It would seem that, despite the crew's apprehensions to it, T'Ress would respond to any stimulus that any normal feline whom lived in a domesticated setting would have responded to. He smiled, tossing it from one paw to the other with a bit of childlike amazement. At that point, another member of the engineering crew would walk by, glaring at the activity that his superior officer was engaged in.
"D-Doctor T'Ress? I never thought the chief engineer would be behaving like this.."
"Murr..Master Chief, I thought it was you who told me I needed to be a bit more...cheery.."
With a shrug, the enlisted man walked off, J'Varr nodding again to the physician before him, "I always wondered if you would be offended when the first time came round that someone addressed me as Doctor."
When the time would come that his conversation with the medic would close, he noted that he still had quite a bit of time before he was required to return to duty. With that, he returned to the turbolift and looked about, requesting a lower deck and finding himself soon enough in front of a holodeck door.
Entering the facility, he looked about and started to speak, "Computer, activate program T'Ress Niner Alpha, murr...and.."
As the grid dissolved to display an area that greatly resembled a steamy jungle with quite a few large leaves draping the view, he tapped his combadge, "Miss Thompson, this is Doctor T'Ress, will you be able to see me in holodeck two in...meerow...how about fifteen minuets?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2007 21:38:09 GMT
Bemusedly, Nathan observed the feline play around with the ball of yarn. "No, why would I mind you being addressed as doctor?" he returned the question, genuinely surprised by it. "There are more kinds of doctors than just medical doctors. You are, obviously, a doctor in engineering. You probably have a PhD degree, where I am a MD."
Shaking his head, he watched T'ress walk off, even as he returned to his quarters. In a few hours, he would be back on duty but now he wanted to spend some time with his son and actually catch some sleep.
"Daddy!" Nathan was almost knocked over by the sheer force with which his son flung himself at his father.
"Whoa, easy there!" Nathan exclaimed, hugging the boy tightly, before releasing him. "What did you do today at school?"
"Biology," the boy said proudly, beaming up at his father, "and I was the bestest in class too, look!" He ran off then came back with his homework and showed it to his father. "I drew the bestest pictures, Timiny was so jealous! Bet his dad'll be hearing things again about it."
The doctor smile down at his son, ruffling the boy's hair. "Well done," he praised, "did you feed your cats?"
"Course," Freddy replied, "first thing when coming home too." He reached again, then picked up a squirming grey cat. "Tibbe's getting a little fat isn't he? I bet he's stealing Sox' food too."
Nathan nodded, then looked up as the doorchime went off. "Now who could that be?"
<anyone off-duty wanting to come in or anyone on duty wanting any help?>
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Post by tamara on Nov 23, 2007 6:33:57 GMT
"Sounds fine," Tamara said, rather upset that the seriousness of her concerns were not considered.
In all of her years as a counselor, she had never been talked to in such a rude manner by someone that she was supposed to look up to. Tamara was not one to get mad at a situation such as what had occurred with the Brigadier, but she was taken back by his reaction. The implication that she was inexperienced with her new crew mates was absurd. Most of her conclusions were already drawn from Dr. De Silva's notes, of which Tamara had poured over for the last few days. They were not new, nor unaddressed. She was simply reiterating concerns, letting the Brigadier know that the prior concerns of De Silva may have been amplified by the trial's outcome, as exemplified by J'Varr's visit.
Tamara didn't want to make a scene, which was the reason she walked onto the bridge with Zhukarak without showing any offense and without defending herself or her decisions. She wouldn't get through to this one easily, she realized. One, he was Andorian, nearly an impossible personality to unravel. Two, he was a marine. The obstinance and resistance to change was characteristic of most marines. Tamara never took it personally.
Finally, and this was not something Tamara had planned on, Zhukarak took what she had said personally. She was placed on his ship to advise and to counsel. When she was in his office, she was doing just that. He did not need to take her advice, but the hostile attitude toward any suggestion she had, and pure insult of her integrity- well, both were uncalled for.
The counselor, however, was more optimistic and less of a person to dwell on past negatives. By the time they reached the bridge, just a few short steps, enough time had passed that Tamara was completely over the demoralizing incident with the Commanding Officer. She was a counselor, and a seasoned one at that. If she bore every patient's issues, emotions, and problems on her own shoulder, she would have never made it in life. On a starship, it was no different.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2007 14:27:26 GMT
Cyle had gotten up from his table after a few minutes of alone time, he had heard the words that he feared most. He knew he needed to talk to someone, and as far as he was conserned Nathan was the only one he could talk to. He slowly walked towards the doctors quarters, where he pressed the chime and waited.
Cyle looked up as Nathan opened the door, oddly shocked to see him yet again. "I dont have many friends.....becuase i dont let people get to close.......becuase I lost a very close friend at a young age." Cyle said, hoping he would be invited in and speak with Nathan.
OOC sorry for not posting, i hope i can get back on in a couple of days to finish some of this.
"Please come in," Nathan replied, stepping aside to let the marine in.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2007 5:27:35 GMT
Megan had been working non-stop for hours trying to identify possible paths for the abductors to take, but it seemed without more specific information, the possibilities were practically endless. Finally after going through more political data than the Commander ever cared to see again and identifying the most likely reason to kidnap the ambassador, she had narrowed down a small group of possible destinations between Qualinost and Romulus.
If this really was a kidnapping, there was no point taking him far. The only influence the man held was on his homeworld, so for him to be of any use he would have to be convinced to do what they wanted and then returned to his place of power. That seemed the most likely reason for this kidnapping, as it had been done quietly. If the purpose was political ransom, they would have made it much more conspicuous, perhaps killing a few people, and demands would have been made by now.
Also, the shuttle they had left in was far too small to do much more than transport him, so they had to be going somewhere, either a larger ship or a planet. A larger Romulan ship in the middle of Federation space didn’t seem like a particularly smart option, so Megan’s guess was on a planet. There were any number of unobtrusive locations on the way to Romulus, though only a dozen or so seemed like viable options. Two or three stood out, but the science officer would not be able to venture a guess at one of them without more information.
Unfortunately, it was getting late now, even though there was no where else to go but back to her quarters. With a sigh, Megan finally logged off the station and moved towards the turbolift. It almost felt like the gym was calling to her, but that wasn’t allowed for now. “Stupid confinement…” she grumbled to herself after the doors closed behind her, allowing a brief moment of frustration to show.
Once back in here quiet, fairly blank quarters, Megan moved to the replicator. She wasn’t really all that hungry but hadn’t eaten since breakfast before the briefing, so it was time. After standing there for several moments engaging in the usual debate of what to get, the Commander finally settled on chicken strips and French fries wanting something she could eat with her fingers while continuing to work.
Grabbing the plate and a glass of milk, she dropped both off at the coffee table in front of the couch before grabbing her computer console from the desk. Curling up with a blanket, the drink on the table, the plate beside her, and the computer on her lap, Megan once again pulled up the charts of the region on the screen. She would run scenario after scenario with different destinations and watch the routes and the created ion trails on the screen. Once they received more data, the science officer would hopefully be able to recognize where they were going.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2007 19:39:42 GMT
T'Ress silenced himself after the call to his therapist. Finishing up with such, he stepped out of the holodeck chamber with the confidence that it would not be occupied immediatly in his stead. Returning from whence he came with the feline grace that rippled down his muscles as he padded along the deckplates.
Looking around, he entered the area in which he had stored various costumes in, and soon found himself in a different set of clothing then usual.
With the 23rd century black pants and boots attire, as well a white Command division turtleneck, he forwent the familiar crimson tunic that was so prevelant in his holodeck adventures. Rather, he placed on the bomber jacket configuration of the uniform that was afforded to command grade officers of his time. Joining the clasps together, he walked out and back into the holodeck with a bit of a smile returning to his maw. Purring, he looked around again at the grid-filled room.
With a particularly feline stretch, he looked up and requested of the computer program T'Ress Alpha-Three-Five - the new file under which his Fading Sun simulation was stored.
The room dissolved, and he gazed out with pride as it reappeared as the bridge of the USS Fading Sun - a Constellation class starship in the year 2293. With another gaze, and a nod to his Vulcan first officer, the feline took his post at the center seat.
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Post by tamara on Nov 28, 2007 6:26:20 GMT
The bridge became quite uneventful from the point of view from a counselor, which caused Tamara to politely excuse herself. She wished there was something she could have done, however, but the Brigadier had made it clear that he did not yet trust her as someone he could confide in or ask for advice. It was completely understandable, but disheartening at the same time. Tamara knew she was one of the top in her field. It was almost as if she had to start from the beginning now. For the sake of harmony, she did not bring forth her credentials or experience in such matters. She simply excused herself.
Starfleet History was Tamara's worst subject in the Academy, and walking onto the bridge of J'Varr's creation brought back the horrors of the endless hours she spent studying for the exams in the class. She could tell it was a Constellation class Starship. Other than that, Tamara hadn't found the need to memorize the information post-academy, so it was passively purged from memory as time went on.
"I think you are going to need to give me a suitable uniform. Am I expected to be a Counselor aboard this ship?" She hoped she wasn't going to ruin the feline's plot with her inexperience and constant questioning.
Tamara reminded herself over and over again that she was not here under a professional capacity, but rather a purely pleasureful capacity. Still, it was difficult for the Counselor to separate work from play. Anything about the simulation that didn't lend to her having a good time would at least lend to her analysis of J'Varr. Personal capacity, she had to keep reminding herself. Not Professional.
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Post by Zhukarak Hrisvalar on Nov 28, 2007 12:43:14 GMT
Zhukarak took his seat in the command chair and Theel’zhiin took the opportunity to curl up in his lap. It wasn’t often the firelizard could do this, but as there were no red alerts or any other sorts of high tensions this became one of the fewer quiet moments.
The course had been laid in for the Aldebaran system, a system just on the other side of the Betreka Nebula. Normally it would be at a distance of approximately 13 lightyears, but the Jefferson would have to detour around the nebula adding another 3 lightyears to their trip.
Zhuk did some calculations on his terminal. While he did so, he noted his new counselor take her leave of the bridge without a word to anyone. If anyone had been looking at him they would have noticed the slight smirk on his face. His new counselor was obviously not pleased with the way he had responded to her, and yet she had remained unmoved. He knew her record and couldn’t have asked for a better doctor when it came to her field, but reservations still remained, at least until they had time to become friends.
There, he looked at his final numbers once again before giving his order. “Go to warp 9.”
“Going to warp 9…We are at warp 9 sir.”
3 days, 20 hours, 27 minutes, and 13 seconds at 1516 times the speed of light, that had been the final outcome for this trip. Their normal cruising speed was at warp 7, but they had no time to spare. Zhuk busied himself with departmental reports as their journey continued.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2007 18:05:57 GMT
"I think you are going to need to give me a suitable uniform. Am I expected to be a Counselor aboard this ship?" She hoped she wasn't going to ruin the feline's plot with her inexperience and constant questioning.
The feline's ears curled to the direction from which that sound came. He shook his head as he turned the captain's chair around to see her. "Murr...computer, freeze program!" With the personnel frozen in time at their posts, the feline smiled.
"You can simply be a civilian in this simulation, though I could holographically create a uniform for you. You could be the Commander Starfleet if you so wished, though I generally like to make my friends Rear Admirals. That did no happen, unfortunately, in the last two times I was able to showcase this program to members of this crew."
He smiled slowly as he shut his eyes. "Computer, resume program. Grant access to Thompson, Tamara."
With the simulation resuming, the cold, calculating, and Vulcan first officer moved to size up Tamara with a glaring and logical eye.
T'Ress stood, shaking his head, "Commander T'Laris, that is no way to treat a guest." He then smiled to his therapist once more, "Would you like for us to perhaps attend to the officer's lounge? Actually..I have something that we could seldom see in real life that we would be able to see here." He purred gently as he stepped into the turbolift. His enthusiasm for actually having a friend to be around was quite apparent.
As he rode the gold and steel colored turbolift car down the shaft next to his counselor, the feline looked quite pleased that he was to be joined by someone. Of course, she was restoring his faith in the crew's ability to like him, and she had thought of herself as that healing measure in the events of the prior mission. However, he also considered her to be a friend now of no other means and thus he displayed the kindness that anyone would see when they joined him here.
The car having stopped, the doors slid open to display what was seemingly the cargo bay of the ship. Walking forward, and hoping that Tamara was to follow him, he stepped through a pair of sliding doors once again to be in a proper bay compartment. He looked up, "Computer, meerr...open the payload doors." With those sliding open, the ship was obviously moving at a leisurely impulse pace. There was here, due to the forcefield between them, nothing that stopped them from looking out over the vast expanse of swirling nebula gasses that beautifully danced before their eyes in an ocean of violent explosions.
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Post by tamara on Nov 29, 2007 17:17:41 GMT
"It is beautiful," Tamara said as her breath was taken away. "Did you create this yourself?" The imagery she was looking at was so fluid, so serene. It allowed Tamara to peer inside of the Caitian's sensitive side. When he turned around to answer, he noticed the counselor's new uniform.
"Do you like it?" She was all smiles, wearing the rear-admiral uniform that J'Varr had suggested on the bridge. The skirt of the time period was rather short, and showed off a bit more leg than Tamara had wished to show off. She was never uncomfortable with her body, but she valued modesty. Still, she was glad she could pull of the look.
She took in the sights, as well as gazed at the posture of the feline. Usually when officers projected themselves into a holo-program, they did so in a way that portrayed their future wishes. It was not uncommon, she found, for officers have grandeur thoughts of becoming Captain and leading some sort of glorious mission. Her counseling usually dove into the choice of holo-programs one ran, since it often reflected the inner feelings of the patient.
This program, however, was different. J'Varr elevated his friends to higher positions than himself. A testament to his humbleness. The calmness of the nebula structure, and the vastness, displayed a longing harmony with his position in Starfleet. Deeper yet, it expressed the futility of one's role in life. How small we are compared to such a magnificent and vast structure in space. Does one person make a difference when it comes down to it?
The more she thought about it, the more the program made sense to her. She was witnessing J'Varr's inner feelings, as expressed the subconscious of holo-programming.
The entire situation gave her a better appreciate for the officer. He was strong and able on the outside, but had a passion to fit in and belong on the inside. It was consistent to her session with him in the week's prior. The program, she decided, was probably a good release for the engineer. She would encourage him to expound upon the program in the future.
"What else does this ship do?" Tamara said, breaking up some of the silence.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2007 7:19:10 GMT
"Do you like it?" She was all smiles, wearing the rear-admiral uniform that J'Varr had suggested on the bridge.
The feline purred in the consistent way that he had always done. Looking about her, he smiled with a flick of the whiskers, "I did not expect you to actually join into my fantasy world. I am quite flattered, and to take the rank of Rear Admiral as suggested...murr...I am very pleased to see that you have enjoyed it as I have asked you too. I am also pleased that you share the sight of beauty that I have. I have a feeling that not all would share it as you do." He mummered gently once gain before blinking his eyes at the site in front of them.
"What else does this ship do?" Tamara said, breaking up some of the silence.
He turned to her slowly, "Well, mur...I have tried to emulate the operation of a real Constellation class starship as best as I could. Federation history is a large hobby of mine after all. It can run missions, but because of holodeck limitations, I can usually only modify one or two variables at a time...murr..."
Shutting his eyes with a soft yawn, he looked back to the nebula, "If you would like, and I hope it does not sound arrogant...murr, I would be able to show you the rest of the starship. I have modeled most of the decks now, though all of the crew quarters are either of one of two generic designs - including my own."
Pausing for a moment to focus on her again, he was quite amazed with her ability to understand him so well. At the same time, he was impressed too with her professional abilities - to discern his thought patterns so clearly. It would show well in her eyes that she had done so after all, and while that sort of thing would be considerably odd to examine in humans, in a Caitian it seemed to be a regular form of communication.
"If you would care too, as well, I did model the kitchen. Of course, all food on the holodeck is replicated, so it is actually edible. Then again, I really do not wish to be simply showing off my work - that is outside my personality and I want to be alerted if I am in any way performing such an act....murr.."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2007 19:40:52 GMT
After running numerous possible scenarios to determine potential flight paths for the Romulan shuttle, Megan was now attempting to compile as much data as possible to help recognize and locate both the shuttle and the Ambassador. While the science officer had been able to pull up plenty of data on the shuttle, its ion trail, warp signature etc. she’d had a hard time locating scans of the Debrune Ambassador. While they of course had basic data on Debrune physiology and biosigns, more specific information would be helpful
After digging around in various medical databases, Megan had to admit defeat. This was no where near her area of expertise, and as such, Doctor van Breughel would be best suited to retrieving and interpreting this information. While the Commander hated to actually seek out any doctor voluntarily, even Nathan, she could see no other alternative. And since he was off duty and in his quarters, hopefully that would make things less medical, at least where she was concerned. Not only that, but also the doctor had mentioned Freddy had asked about her, though the boy should be asleep by now.
With a semi-reluctant sigh, Megan had stood from the couch and moved to recycle the dishes and place her computer back in its customary spot on her desk. She’d never get any sleep knowing that this data was needed and not compiled with the rest of the necessary information. Rolling her shoulders slightly, Commander Garrett moved towards the door and hesitated. Surely this wouldn’t count as leaving her quarters while off duty if she was going to get information for the mission…would it? Shaking that thought from her head, the science officer exited her quarters on the way to see the doctor, hoping this wouldn’t take long. Maybe he’d even be able to come up with a medical excuse for her to go to the gym.
After arriving and being granted entrance, Megan was stunned to see Cyle already there and immediately felt uncomfortable. She hadn’t seen him or spoken to him since the trial and still felt incredibly responsible for the position he was now in. Also, the Commander found herself wondering what he was doing in Nathan’s quarters, but dismissed that as none of her business. Now she would say nothing about the gym. She couldn’t very well complain about her confinement with the man who had lost his rank and position standing right next to her.
“Hello Ma…Sergeant. Doctor, I was actually hoping you could help me with something. I’ve been compiling sensor data that might help us locate the Ambassador. I have the basic information on the Debrune, but I was hoping you might be able to access his medical records and get more detailed information that we can use to locate him. I haven’t had much luck procuring it myself.”
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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2007 20:32:09 GMT
Nathan had allowed Cyle to enter his quarters and listened to the freshly demoted marine as he spoke about losing a friend. "Go on," he quietly encouraged the clearly flustered marine, but before Cyle had the chance his doorbell rang again. "Enter," he called, casting Cyle an apologetic look.
The doctor looked surprised when he saw Megan enter his quarters, she was rather the last person he expected for a visitor. "Hello Megan, what can I do for you?" he askd, hoping the use of her first name when off duty wouldn't offend her.
“Hello Ma…Sergeant. Doctor, I was actually hoping you could help me with something. I’ve been compiling sensor data that might help us locate the Ambassador. I have the basic information on the Debrune, but I was hoping you might be able to access his medical records and get more detailed information that we can use to locate him. I haven’t had much luck procuring it myself.”
"Please sit," he invited the science officer, while beckoning Cyle. He had noted Megan's start upon seeing the marine officer, and it wouldn't help matters if the two were in the same room. "Cyle, could you come back in an hour or two?" he asked gently, "I promise I'll make all the time for you, even if it'll take all night." Though visibly reluctant, Cyle left, acknowledging the invite to come back later. Quietly, Nathan raised his hand, starting a motion of affection, then thought the better of it. He remembered what happened the last time he had tried to show Cyle that he was fancied.
When Cyle had left, Nathan turned back to face Megan. "I should be able to get at Debrune medical records," he offered, "one of the previous medical officers of this ship is of Debrune ancestry, though very distant. And the medical records of the Debrune officials aren't sealed either, however you would need medical clearance or command grade clearance to get at them. What exactly do you need to know?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2007 20:52:48 GMT
Trying to push aside the awkward discomfort she was feeling, Megan instead focused on the question she’d been asked. “It would be helpful if you could find any distinguishing characteristics, any previous injuries or medical conditions that would make it easier for us to positively identify him. Even just access to his specific biosignature would help. Any scans you can find, especially recent ones, could help us find him. I realize depending on where they’re heading this may or may not be needed, but I’d rather be as prepared as possible.”
Glancing around the quarters briefly, Megan once again felt like she had imposed upon his off duty time with something that was most decidedly of a professional nature. “Forgive me for arriving unannounced. I did not mean to intrude… As we are still a ways off from Aldebaran III, this information most likely won’t be needed for several days. I simply wanted to cover all our bases, so to speak. Feel free to see what you can find and forward the information to me at your earliest convenience, Doctor, and I apologize again for interrupting.”
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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2007 21:02:48 GMT
"Nathan," he corrected her. "I'm off duty, please call me Nathan." He gestured to a seat. "Do sit down, I know you must be tired. Can I get you anything?" He walked over to his replicator, ordering a hot mug of tea for himself.
After Megan's answer, he walked back and sat across from her, keeping his distance. "To my knowledge, the Debrune are a Vulcanoid species, and from what I've read they are the parent race to many known Vulcanoid species like the Romulans and the Vulcans. While enjoying shoreleave on Jefferson, I have heard a great deal about a Divine Child who had been injured in a crash. Additionally, the base civillian healer is known to the medics to be of Debrune descent. I could pull up her medical record in the morning and see what I can find. There should also be a medical record for the lead diplomat, though that's possibly classified."
But, if it would help them, he would get the information the science chief needed. Too much depended on it, apparently. "You know, I don't really know what the gest is of this mission. Everyone has been given specific tasks and information, but the captain conveniently left me out of the loop. Is it because I'm not Starfleet?" he asked, "I'm the chief medical officer, civillian or no and as such I should be given the necessary clearances to do my job properly. If I am withheld knowledge, I can't do my job."
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