Carl Torek
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Post by Carl Torek on May 27, 2014 19:40:11 GMT
He had spent most of the preceding week in and out of Sick-bay, needing several treatments for the neural damage that he had suffered while on the 'M' class moon designated 1908 21 ... The Raven, in company with the USS Emeritus, inched closer to Star Base Forty Seven. The journey at warp three, the maximum the Emeritus could manage, was going to take them ten days, so he actually didn't mind the rest and relaxation with Chloe and his Daughter's Bethan and Vanessa ... With less than forty eight hours before arrival, the Emeritus had suddenly dropped out of warp and lost all propulsion, the Raven had dropped from warp and made a wide turn through three sixty degrees to to up alongside the stricken vessel. Captain McCauliffe had asked for the assistance of the Raven's Chief Engineer and Carl had readily agreed. Andae had beamed over with his Assistant Chief immediately ... < Tag : Andae >
During the sixteen hours they were stationary, he had allowed free movement of crew between ship's. It wasn't a usual occurrence that two Star Ships were in close proximity, and the free time worked wonders for everyone involved. He and the Senior Officer's had joined the Emeritus Staff for a meal before everyone reported back to their own vessels and they finally got underway ... Two days later ~ Star Base Forty Seven:
=^= ..... Emeritus .. We are going to drop behind you until the Star Base can get you into dock =^= Torek was saying. =^= Thank You Admiral .. We're dropping from warp now and will approach under impulse power =^= =^= Understood Captain =^= He nodded to Marionette, who instantly dropped the Raven from warp and slowed her to half impulse to allow the Emeritus clear space to replicate the maneuver. The Intrepid Class Emeritus appeared thirty thousand kilometers ahead and he could see the five degree list to Port, a fault with the inertial dampers that Blakus chose to leave for the Dock Engineers ... They increased speed to match their companion vessel and listened in while the Dock-Master arranged their tractor into the Star Base. Fifty five minutes later, it was the Raven's turn. The Galaxy Class ship glided towards her home and Carl sat back allowing the Exec, along with Wedlerson at Operations Marionette at the Helm, make all the arrangements while he watched the silver blue jewel against the blackness of space. Tractor beams caressed the Raven and almost tenderly coaxed her through the space doors and into the cavernous dock. They could see the Emeritus, docked against the right pylon, worker-bee shuttles already buzzing around her, assessing damage, requisitioning deck plating, new phaser array's, everything the ship needed before she could once again enter open space. The Raven inched towards her own assigned dock ... Umbilical's stretched out and connected, then two airtight walk-ways extended at kissed the side of the Saucer and Engineering Sections. Blakus worked with his usual calm expertise as he transferred to external power, then finally informed Torek that he was ready to shut down the core. "Docking clamps in place Admiral." Harry informed them, "We are secure." "Thank you Commander ... Go ahead Andae." Carl said, suddenly feeling a sense of relaxation coming over him. He always did, the last act of handing the ship into the arms of 'outsiders' as Andae always called the 'Base Engineering crews. "Core shut down. We are now on external power." =^= USS Raven .. Docking complete .. Welcome home =^= =^= Thank you Dock-Master .. Raven out =^= Alex said, finally allowing himself to lean back in his seat. "Much easier without that damn sword, isn't it." Carl said, a wry grin forming now the Exec had got rid of the weapon he found himself adorned with on his return from, well, wherever he had found himself, "Looks better hung on your wall anyway ..... OK, let's allow all non-essential personnel immediate leave. Keep the Department Head's back until they have given you their requisition list's and repair priorities, then they can go too." A team of Base Engineers stepped off the two main turbo-lift's and began opening panels, pulling out data and isolinear sub-processors by the seemingly random handful. Carl always hated this part, as his crew always seemed to take the utmost care with everything from the smallest chip to the largest section of the outer hull, while these people seemed not to care ... He got up and felt the urge to stretch out the aching in his shoulders: "You need to take advantage of the recreation area's while we're here Admiral. Harry said, trying, and failing, to hide a smile, "There's a superb masseuse on the Habitat Levels." he said, grinning as if he had a secret Torek would appreciate. "There's only one thing I need at the moment, Commander, and that's a shower, a hot meal, and some time with my Children before I visit my favorite bar." Carl said, "Commander, you have the Bridge." he ordered, effectively nailing Wedlerson to the floor until all the repairs were underway. "That'll teach him." Carl said to himself as he left the Bridge .......... OOC :: OK Everyone ...
We are now back at Star Base Forty Seven. Please feel free to post your last thoughts of what you did (if anything) on our way back, or going over to the Emeritus for a visit. Or simply what you are up to once you step off the Raven lol.
We will begin a new mission in due course, so please indulge yourselves on this thread until then.
Regards,
Steve.
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Andae Blakus
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Post by Andae Blakus on May 28, 2014 0:13:45 GMT
"I don't understand it..." The Emeritus's CEO moved around the dilithium chamber, taking up a subsidiary console on the other side of it to Blakus. Although Andae knew the basics of most starship engineering layouts, he only had direct experience of the engine rooms of two ships: the Victory-C and the Raven-B.
Both were of Nebula-Galaxy layout; in this way the transition from engineering on the Vic to engineering - via first officer - on the Raven had been nearly seamless, with Milyanov and initally Bataoz available to fill any holes in his knowledge of which, there had been admittedly a few, given the Raven's larger size and proportionately larger mass.
The Intrepid class Emeritus's engineering was different to any Andae had seen before. He felt uncomfortable at the dimmed lighting - as if the ship was perpetually prepared for battle - and the way the cerulean tangles of light seemed to gush up and down the core's constrictors made him feel queasy, bathing the attendant engineers in azure light that could be of Earth's skies if it wasn't so eerie.
He imagined he might be showing a degree of patheticism in the eyes of the other officers here, but soon dismissed the thought - illusion or not - as he seized upon the logical path of identifying the problem and deducing the solution. "Ok, Smithson. What exactly went wrong here?"
CEO Smithson looked up, leaning round the core to see the commander, "The core still works... sir, as I'm sure you can see. Just that the power isn't translating through the PTC to the warp coils..." He glanced at his own assistant, causing Andae to turn to his: the Russian Milyanov maintained a diligent silence back at the door of engineering. "... We've checked for flow regularity issues in the plasma inlet valves and also the integrity of the PTC itself. Found no problems."
"The coils then," Blakus said, but straight-away dismissed the idea. He'd checked them twice already. Losing patience... he eyed the top level of the engine room, peering at the slot where the core vanished into the ceiling and linked with the matter injector. "Perhaps some proper root cause analysis is in order, Lieutenant Smithson. I've found that these problems can be the result of an uneven flow in the MI's interface to the constrictors."
"Sir, with respect... Your Raven still runs on isolinear circuitry. Bio-neural gel packs have resolved many of the difficulties in matter injector instability."
Andae sighed, "Well... we'll have a look anyway." He strode to the usefully placed lift to the upper level, Milyanov accompanying him. Sure enough, there was a minute instability in the matter injector's interface; complex, but something he'd encountered before, thus he knew a relatively quick fix.
Four hours later the problem was solved. "Smithson," he turned back as he was leaving engineering, "Perhaps book yourself a training course on bio-neural gel pack compatibility with warp core technology that's essentially remained unchanged in the past thirty years. It might prove enlightening." He felt wrongly superior in his words as he left with Milyanov.
The senior officer meeting was rather tense after all that. Andae sat down the table - but not too far - from Smithson. Partially to hide, partially to show his dominance. He'd neglected to fix one aspect that might cause a surprise for Smithson - a slight listing to port, to test the junior engineer's mettle. He did have the bond of being a fellow CEO with the man, and would've like to discuss things further, but unfortunately duty called him back to the Raven, as the two ships would soon be getting away, both now under their own power...
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Engineering emptied, most staff taking welcome respite (the stress of not finding the senior staff, and in Andae's case the unreality of still being alive) on SB47. "If one even tears a single wire out of a bundle of isolinear circuitry, I want him ejected out the nearest airlock," he commanded rather abrasively of his assistant.
"Sir... this part of the dock is pressurised," the Russian coughed, "The Starbase tech won't... die. He'd be operating in null gravity, of course, but he'd simply drift away and clunk against the dock wall."
"Then shut him in the airlock until we're ready to depart, then eject him once we clear the bay doors!" Andae marched off, hearing some of his staff as they stifled laughs behind him while some were silent. He'd been on the Raven long enough to grow attached to the machinery of the place; the outsiders were marauders, sackers of starships, undertaking their mindless day-to-day duties not realising the grandeur and the legacy of the starship they were working on.
He stepped off the umbilical, heading straight for his temporary quarters on Starbase. He appreciated the space it afforded, and the view looking over the starscape in front of and below him. The room had been pre-warmed too, and the replicator recognised his inbuilt ID and had prepared his immediately preferred beverages: hot coffee, followed by port.
After brief rest, thoughts shooting through his mind like piercingly sharp arrows from a thousand strung bows, as the madness of the last few weeks settled over him like a resonant cloud, rebounding in his mind - the imagery, false or real, to whatever extent, of Eris's domain, and that belonging to his erstwhile friend Zielinski. It seemed to fade away already like some distant nightmare, some hard-to-grasp 'long dark teatime of the soul', drifting away into nebulous wisps he might never directly see again. And the prospect of that idea filled him with terror, as he lay alone in his quarters.
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Post by Calli Valente on May 28, 2014 18:50:28 GMT
The return trip was as eventful ... But now they were back and docked and the Raven was beginning a thorough overhaul, and she needed it. Most of her systems had been damaged, almost all of her outer hull burned and scarred, the ship looked as if it had been through a war, let alone the destruction of a moon.
"There's only one thing I need at the moment, Commander, and that's a shower, a hot meal, and some time with my Children before I visit my favorite bar." Carl said, "Commander, you have the Bridge." Calli grinned as Harry looked hurt but immediately got to work, ignoring the rest of the Senior Staff as he started impressing on the Engineer's the need for expediency in their work, or they may suffer the consequences. She headed for her quarters and sent her 'Private and Confidential' report to Admiral Tetsutaro, before contacting 'Base Allocations' and getting herself quarters. Once showered and changed she had a holdall picked up and delivered to her rooms, then made her way onto the Star Base.
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Making her way from the dome to the inner core, she stepped into a turbo-lift "Deck one five five one Alpha Promenade Level." ... Stepping out, she could see that nothing had changed that much. Same shops, eateries, bizarre's. She walked around the section enjoying the sight's until she came to her destination. She stood across from the bar for a long moment, wondering if Sean's inexplicable 'Sixth Sense' would tell him she was outside. After a moment she felt a little self-conscious and almost laughed to herself before walking over to O'Tooles Bar ... As she entered, two arms went around her waist from the back and someone whispered into the nape of her neck:
"Now, what have we here, a young lass willing to enter a rowdy bar unaccompanied."
"Get those lips off my neck Sean, or I might just take you up on those 'advances' then half this little goldmine will be mine."
"How're ya doing Calli m'girl ?" Sean continued, squeezing himself even closer. His head waitress walked past grinning.
"Hey Calli, drinks later ?"
"Sure, Niamh, if I can pry this Celtic lout off my neck that is." Sean finally began to ease his grip on her and placed a hand around her shoulder before leading her to the bar, and there, pride of place, was a 'Zombie' ... It was the drink both she and Carl always had first when they came to O'Tooles, kind of a tradition. She took a sip through the straw then threw the plastic tube aside and downed half the glass in one.
"Anything new happening ... No fall-out from what happened before ?" she asked the bar owner.
"Nah, all forgotten." Sean said, reaching over the bar and plucking a bottle of Cognac, he poured two glasses, then suddenly spun on Calli, "OH. You'll never guess who's here !" managing to get over the shock of Sean moving faster than molten gold for a second.
"Who ?" Calli asked, waiting as Sean milked the surprise before pointing over to one of the wall booths. Calli grinned, "Who's that with him ?"
"Some long-lost cousin I think, I haven't had time to get erm, acquainted as yet." he said, a wry grin forming on his face as if he had plan's for the young Lieutenant. She asked the steward to give her whatever the two were drinking along with a refill. She began to head to the booth but turned as she sensed Sean following. She gave him a withering look that just made him grin then shrug, "I'll just wait at the bar then shall I." as Calli moved across the room:
"Well well well." she said as she reached the table and placed the tray down, "Look who the cat dragged in."
"Excu .... CALLI ! .... Oh my God. I knew the Raven had got back." Will said, jumping up and throwing his arms around her, she returned the term of affection warmly, "It' great to see you, it must be what, four, no five years ... Is Carl coming in ?"
"Oh, he'll be here I'm sure. He just wanted to see the Children for a while first." Calli said, looking down at the woman sat with Will ...
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The three of them enjoyed talking and decided they were hungry, she asked Sean to bring them something. Will congratulated her and the Raven on getting the Emeritus back home safe, then commiserated on the tragic loss of the Sagan, and they talked a little about what had happened. She told him they had no idea Eris, in spite, had returned all the Sagan crew to the ship only seconds before it had crashed into the moon, they were mourning a loss that should never have happened in her opinion.
"Listen, this is getting a little maudlin." Sean said, who had somehow 'invited' himself to the party, "Let's talk about which of you fine young women are going to be lucky enough to make me their Husband !"
Everyone burst into uncontrollable fits of laughter. Leave it to Sean to lighten any mood, not to mention pose the most imaginative, not to mention improbable of questions ..........
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Post by Deleted on May 29, 2014 18:13:24 GMT
Will and Kate sat there drinking and telling each other about their parents. Will was anxious to know about his uncle and the rest of Kate's family. They were just in the middle of a good laugh when they were interrupted.
"Well well well. Look who the cat dragged in."
"Excu .... CALLI ! .... Oh my God. I knew the Raven had got back." Will said, jumping up and throwing his arms around her, she returned the term of affection warmly, "It' great to see you, it must be what, four, no five years ... Is Carl coming in ?"
"Oh, he'll be here I'm sure. He just wanted to see the Children for a while first."
Will saw Calli glance at Kate.
"Oh. Where are my manners?" he teased. "Calli. This is Kate. Kate Jamison. My cousin." he added when he saw Calli's eyes shot over at him in question. "And Kate. This is Calli Valenti. She's presently assigned as a Mission Adviser to Admiral Torek on board the Raven."
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Kate Jamison
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Post by Kate Jamison on May 29, 2014 18:24:31 GMT
Kate noted the glance. "New to me too." she said before continuing. "Nice to meet you Calli." She paused and thought,glanced at the bar since her glass was empty then continued "Tell me about the Raven and how long you've known my cousin." She wanted all the dirt she could get on him that she could, to make up for the time they'd not had.
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Post by Amanda Handren on May 29, 2014 18:36:08 GMT
Amanda had spent most of the trip back to the Starbase either in sickbay or talking to one of the ships counselors. She was tired of the ship and when shoreleave was announced she took off, dressed in a simple pants suit and flat pumps, her hair drawn back with a barrette, and headed for the one place she knew she could hopefully relax.
She stepped into the bar and looked around. She noted Calli talking to two other officers and headed in the opposite direction, as far from the bar and the others she could get, wanting only a quiet corner and a drink or two. It wasn't that she was anti-social but she wasn't quite ready for people, not yet anyway. Once she'd had a few drinks, maybe then.
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Post by Deleted on May 29, 2014 18:50:02 GMT
Will sat and watched Kate and Calli talk. Calli was telling stories of past missions and Kate was taking it all in. Every once in a while, she would give Will an "I can't believe you did that" look. Will would just shrug and take a drink. Every so often, he would see movement by the door and he would look that way. He was waiting for Carl to arrive. They had served together off and on for so long, Will came to think of him as his best friend as well as his Commanding Officer.
A few more minutes went by before Will noticed a young brown haired woman at the bar. Being the inquisitive CTSO that he was, he had been spending some of his time on the station reading files and getting to know the members of the Raven's crew that he hadn't met yet .....
Note: Edited to remove reference to CScO at Lt Handren's request ... Carl Torek.
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Post by Deleted on May 30, 2014 2:20:19 GMT
The Secret Ones sat in O'Tooles in a spot that had a perfect view of their subjects. They watched as Will and Kate discovered the truth about their relationship. They were slightly disappointed in how Will was handling it though. They had half expected him to get angry and possibly violent given his upbringing. They shrugged it off as an effect from his Starfleet training.
"Don't worry." said the first one. "I'm sure we'll see that side of him soon enough."
"No matter." replied the second with a small nod of agreement.
They watched as others joined them and Will introduced Kate to everyone. They watched as they drank and smiled and laughed.
"Enjoy it while you can." said the second one.
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Post by Andae Blakus on May 30, 2014 3:06:29 GMT
The Emeritus lay across the docking arena. He was leaning against the railing that overlooked the arena from this low section of the dock. His own home the Galaxy class Raven hung above him, only part of it visible, its larger size relative to the Intrepid class Emeritus difficult to visualise with the distances involved.
"Haven't you got anything better to do?" he muttered. He likened the dock to a cavern punctuated by swirls of light; he knew these cerulean points to be windows - into people's quarters, meeting rooms, recreation areas, operational departments - and that the darkness lying behind them was an illusion. It was as if the Starbase interior was the endless vacuum itself, polarised by a filter that shut out longer electromagnetic wavelengths making everything blue.
"Well someone's got to keep an eye on you," his own voice seemed to reflect back at him.
He tried to hide his surprise, shifting to see who had joined him at the railing, "Commander Wedlerson. I didn't know the Admiral had appointed you as my new security guard."
Wedlerson turned his back to the dock, folding his arms, "You know they're all up there at O'Toole's? Why are you lurking down here? You're like some... spectre of doom." The operations officer's voice cracked as he laughed.
Blakus was amused by the description but he didn't let it on. Solitude was a game one played with oneself; a trade-off between realisation of the psychogeography of the surroundings and the accompanying constraints; coupled with people of course. He knew full well he'd become somewhat withdrawn since returning to the ship from 1908 - he's snapped at his staff, left people cold in the corridors, spent inordinate off-duty time in the holodeck. In the last few hours before the Raven came within sensor range of the Starbase, he'd sat cross-legged on the floor of his quarters and gazed at the stars, contemplating nothingness.
What was it like to witness a death and then to feel oneself become utterly entangled with that process, with the actions and purposes of the act of taking a life? Well, perhaps something like this, he thought. He knew that Zielinski's lair, the Black Queen's court, the bowler hat-executioner's glinting sickle, had all been illusory, designed to confuse and trap his mind in some eternal stasis, but the experience of it remained with him - wanted to layer itself over him, an irritable thin gauze obscuring his vision.
He turned from the docking ring and scanned the crowds passing back and forth along this section. Rising and falling amongst the masses was the recognisable head of Commander Marionette. He stood nodding with satisfaction as the android approached he and Wedlerson's quiet place overlooking the dock.
Stepping forward into the middle of the concourse with Wedlerson he greeted Marionette. "Come on. Let's play hoverball," he suggested to both of them.
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Carl Torek
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Post by Carl Torek on May 31, 2014 0:00:34 GMT
Carl left the Bridge and headed back to his quarters ... He intended taking a nice long shower, eating, then relaxing to wind down from the exhausting mission. Yes, he would spend time with Chloe and the girls, but they knew his routine almost as well as he himself. It was still early when he had eaten and was on the settee letting Bethan and Vanessa chatter incessantly about everything from school work to which cereal was the best to what dress Bethan should wear at an up-coming birthday party she had been invited to, while among other things, Vanessa moaned about having to 'take' her sister to said party. Chloe had sat watching the scene, grinning at Carl as he tried, and failed, to keep up with the machine-gun changes of topic from both Daughter's ... "OK girls, you know what we agreed ... It's eight o'clock and your Dad want's to go visit that Irish rogue Sean." "Ohhh Can we come too ?" both girls said in unison, before entering a debate on which of them liked him best, and more importantly, the fact that Vanessa considered Bethan much too young to be thinking about boys, not that Carl thought Vanessa was any more qualified, but he kept the opinion to himself, or he would never get off the settee. "You two are going nowhere !" Chloe interrupted, " ... and no more talk about boys OK or you'll not see the outside of that door until you graduate ... Now up, kiss your Father and let him go see his friends. He'll have plenty time for you tomorrow. Won't you ?" she finished, making it plain it wasn't an actual question. The girls reluctantly let him up and both kissed him goodnight, knowing they would be asleep when he returned. Chloe kissed him, a long lingering caress, before she pushed him towards the door. He could already hear the three of them talking about boys as the door closed .... Deck one five five one:He was heading towards the bar when a woman approached him. "Adm ... Admiral Torek. I'm sorry to interrupt you. My name is Francis Bluford, my Husba ...." "Yes. I know who you are Ma'am." Carl said, recognizing the name of the Captain of the USS Sagan instantly, "I am very sorry for your loss, there was noth ..." "No, I just wanted to say I am grateful that you did everything you could. If I could come and see you maybe, if you are not too busy before you leave the base ?" Carl agreed and said he looked forward to speaking about Guy. He promised to contact her in the next day or so, then she left him. He looked up and could see the neon sign: ~~~ O'TOOLES ~~~ Taking a breath, he walked through the doors ... For once, Sean wasn't stood waiting for him with drink in hand 'You are slipping my friend' he thought, a wry grin forming as he made his way to the bar. Niamh was going off duty but headed straight for him, linking him and kissing him on the cheek. "Wondered how long you would take ya t'get yourself here." she said, waving to one of the girl's who instantly began making his Zombie, "Seems there's a wee few of you here already. Sean is over there with them, trying his charm on the new women in his life, so he is. I have an appointment, otherwise I'd drive him to frustration by hogging you for m'self, but fear not Carly, I'll be back b'fore you know it." she said, kissing him again before seemingly vanishing from sight ... He looked over at the table, happy to see Sean, and Calli, but more-so for his longtime friend Will Jamison. He had spent all of a month back on the Raven before being whisked away, but Carl knew better than to ask where, he was just grateful to have his friend back on the Raven. Finishing the zombie, he took the cognac the waitress had poured and walked over to the table: "Room for one more ?" he said, smiling ..........
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2014 1:21:22 GMT
"Room for one more ?"
Will looked up at the very familiar voice.
"Now it's a party." Will said with a huge grin as he stood to greet his good friend.
"How are you, Carl?" he asked as the two men shook hands and embraced. "It's good to see you again."
After they made their greeting, Will introduced Carl to his new found cousin.
"Carl. This is Kate Jamison. A long lost cousin of mine. Kate. Admiral Carl Torek. Commanding Officer of the USS Raven B and a long time friend of mine. A wonderful man to know." he said.
He caught the look on Carl's face as they took their seats.
"I know, right? Me. Relatives. Who would have thought it?" Will teased.
They all shared a laugh as the waitress brought fresh drinks for each of them.
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Post by Marionette on Jun 1, 2014 15:05:57 GMT
Blakus stepped forward, with Wedlerson a step behind him, and he greeted Marionette with a wave. "Come on. Let's play hoverball," he suggested to both of them.
Marionette looked back and forth between Blakus and Wendlerson "A 3-way match, i presume ? First to 20, or first to 50 ?" she said, asking about the terms of the game, an almost-smile on her face. A segment of her positronic brain wondered how such a game would play out with 2 human players.
Marionette, being an android, would be absurdly faster and stronger against a single human. Two other players however, would create multiple vectors of randomness that would be most difficult to fully calculate. Such a game would be very fascinating.
A ferengi then walked up, and spoke bluntly. He was flanked by a free-lance breen (given the visual appearance of his armor and helmet), and a nausicaan. "Are you the android marionette, created by Simon Zachary Harper ?" "Yes" she said.
He handed her a ferengi datapad. It was a subpoena. "I am collector Jaglom, and under Ferengi law, you are recognised as the stolen and/or undelivered property of Norg, according the attached and included contract between Norg and your creator, Simon Harper, dated 9 years and 8 months ago, according to your federation calendar. Please resolve this matter, in a timely manner.... I wouldn't want to wait another 6 weeks." Jaglom said, the short ferengi smile-leering at every inch of her, most likely thinking that this task was otherwise a done deal.
Jaglom and his muscle-bound minions then turned and walked away, leaving Blakus and Wendlerson with their jaws on the deck-carpeting. Marionette was, as usual, relatively unphased.
((dun-dun dunnnn !!))
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Post by Andae Blakus on Jun 2, 2014 0:19:05 GMT
"So, to the hoverball game," Blakus said deadpan, after recovering from the initial shock. They watched the retreating trio - Ferengi, Breen, Nausicaan - as they rounded the ring towards one of the spoke-like corridors that would take them further into the station interior.
"Three mercenaries, showing us a forged document...." Wedlerson mused, "Could be some joke. Some wind up. You can't trust a Ferengi especially when it comes to making profit. Their claim over you, Marionette, is dubious."
"They have no sort of claim." Andae watched the trio til they disappeared from view, then started pacing, "You're recognised as the property - " he paused, "As an individual and an officer of Starfleet. They can't simply expect us to hand you over on first meeting. 'Under Ferengi Law'," he scoffed, "Did they give us a copy of the contract on that datapad?"
Wedlerson handed it over; Blakus scanned through it briefly, his derision clear regarding the terms set forth - by a likely illegitimate consortium wanting high-end positronic technology the likes of which was exceptionally rare in the quadrant, or anywhere for that matter. "Even if the claim's legitimate it would take far longer than the maximum six weeks the Ferengi's expecting. Ferengi law, Federation law... it would make for quite a diplomatic wrangle."
"Of course, these are just mercenaries." Wedlerson said, "Maybe worth reporting to the Starbase's authorities. If anything they'll be made aware that there is a potential legal issue."
"There won't be a legal issue," Blakus emphasised. "Though I will ask Jamison to peruse the security logs of all those recently passing in and out of Starbase 47. If our mercenaries were idiotic enough to reveal their true names they'll show up on the arrival register. From there we can track them back.
"Petty criminals," he said consolingly to Marionette, although he suspected she might not understand the reassurance or comfort he was trying to show, "Just after a type of technology that also happens to reside within a living thinking being."
"Why don't we chase them down now? Ask a few more questions?" Wedlerson suggested, leaning against the dock railing.
Andae sighed slightly, "No. We wait for station security's results, and those of Jamison's. Although I think he might be otherwise engaged, somewhere up there..." He pointed uncertainly in the direction where he thought O'Toole's lay - across the ring, bright lights emanating out onto a viewing platform - the back of the bar - and the front entrance facing the promenade with its endearing awning.
They pushed through the crowds on the docking ring, shoving here and there, extra space given to them once the others realised they were Starfleet officers. "What do you make of this, Commander?" he asked Marionette, striding beside her. She'd been unmoved so far. "Do you know anything about this Norg?"
"Or the prospect of being treated as someone's property..." Wedlerson added behind them.
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Post by Marionette on Jun 2, 2014 16:32:01 GMT
"What do you make of this, Commander?" he asked Marionette, striding beside her. She'd been unmoved so far. "Do you know anything about this 'Norg'?"
"No, i do not." she said. "However, according to the logs and records of the USS San Jacinto, upon first finishing and assembling me, they initially found that i was not sentient. It was only later, due to an astrometrics accident, that something had resulted in my .... Becoming alive. It is possible that, in failing to recreate doctor Soong's works, doctor Harper may have opted to sell what was still a fairly revolutionary invention; the positronic mini-computer core, which may have led to the swift obsolescence of bio-neural gel-packs."
Speed-reading the round datapadd, Marionette spoke. "I agree that their claim over me is dubious at best, in federation law. I do not know Ferengi law. However, given the apparent nature of Ferengi society in general, i would not doubt that indentured servitude is still a valid, if not outrightly popular, method of business and employment."
After afew moments more, they continued on to the holosuite, for a game of 3-way Hoverball. Commander Blakus served the ball, thus beginning the game....
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Post by Calli Valente on Jun 4, 2014 17:24:04 GMT
She had seen their new Science Officer, Amanda Handren enter the bar. She had given the group a cursory nod of recognition before moving to the far side of the bar. She excused herself from the table and went over to Amanda. "Hi, you can join us you know." she said, half joking, but Handren seemed to shrink into her glass before finally turning to face her: "Yes, thank you. but if you don't mind I'd like to just sit and have a quiet drink. To be honest, the mission took it's toll and I need to wind down a little, if that's OK ?" she finished, hoping she hadn't offended Commander Valenti, but Calli was totally understanding. She put an arm around Amanda for a moment then stepped back: "Take all the time you need. Drinking like the proverbial fish is not a requirement of serving on the Raven, we just find it helps at times." Calli said, grinning, "Listen, you take you're time. You know where we are if or when you feel like coming over." she finished, before returning to the table. she had been sat down only a moment when she heard the familiar voice of Admiral Torek ... Will had almost jumped to his feet as he greeted his long-time friend. "I know, right .. Me. Relatives. Who would have thought it ?" Will teased. They all shared a laugh as the waitress brought fresh drinks for each of them. "Where's the rest of you ?" Will asked as they chatted about old times and new. "Well, I imagine they will be along." Calli said, finally enjoying the relaxation, "I could have sworn I saw Andae with Marionette and Harry on my way in, but they were headed somewhere ... Funny thing though, Marionette was approached by a Ferengi and two men who were decidedly 'not' accountants. They had a discussion before the Ferengi moved away, less than happy from what I could tell." "Let's hope it isn't something that's going to need our attention. We all know what happened last time." Will said, glancing at the door to the back room before raising his glass, "Though we 'DO' excel in our little shore leave mysteries don't we." he said, a cagey grin on his face, almost everyone at the table knew what Jamison was referring to of course, and those that didn't, didn't ask, as the elders of the Raven drank the toast in silence. "WELL ! ... That's about enough of THAT !" Sean said, immediately lightening the mood again, "C'Mon Calli m'gal. You will be happy to know I have put some new Irish jig's on that ol'e jukebox in the corner there. Let's see how much you remember. Don't ya be worrying, we'll start nice and slow." he said, almost dragging Valenti to her feet before pushing two button's on the antique music system. The other's laughed as they watched her trying not to hit the bar owner as the Pogues version of 'Dirty Old Town' came on. He put his arms around her, a little 'too' tightly for her liking but she let it go as he began turning in a circle, singing at the top of his voice: I met my girl By the gas works wall Dreamed a dream By the old canal I kissed my girl By the factory wall Almost the whole room joined in the chorus: Dirty Old Town Dirty Old Townnnnnn ..........
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Post by Carl Torek on Jun 7, 2014 0:05:46 GMT
Dirty Old Town Dirty Old Townnnnnn .......... This was 'Exactly' the reason he had been close friends with Sean and his Family for so many years ... Only the Irish could spontaneously raise a crowd of bar patron's into song, regardless of gender, cultural authenticity, or even race come to that ! Sean made his usual play's, inching his hand downwards until it was in the small of Calli's back, where she immediately moved it back into place, causing numerous patrons to burst into laughter, while other's wondered what the occasion was. Carl began to finally relax ... Yes, he still needed to report to Command on the upper levels, but that could wait, for now the Raven and her crew would enjoy a well deserved rest to refuel. I'm going to make Me a good sharp axe .......... The owner of the bar was contentedly singing away, sure in the fact he was wooing the fair maiden in his arms. The look on Calli's face, if he could have seen it of course, told a much different story, in fact she looked like it was taking all her self-control not to smack the jovial Irishman in the jaw ... Everyone knew that Calli enjoyed the teasing, the foreplay, the chase, but as far as Carl knew, she had never been caught, yet. He was watching the two dancing, for want of a better description, when a Lieutenant approached and asked if he could have a word, in private. He instantly stood and moved away from the table: "What's the problem Lieutenant ?" "Sir. I have been asked to inform you that a Ferengi Vessel, in stationary holding alongside the Star Base had flagged on the Amber list." Which Torek knew, meant that the ship was suspected of being involved in a single, or numerous 'less than legal' activities and was being kept under loose observation, and a log being kept of all sightings. Carl asked what the Lieutenant thought this had to do with him, given he couldn't remember upsetting any Ferengi recently, "Sir, three of the crew beamed to the Star Base moment's after the Raven arrived." "You are loosing me here Lieutenant. I don't see the connection." Carl said, a fraction of his mind still on the singing. "Admiral, A Ferengi beamed to the base an hour ago ..." the young Officer said, as if trying hard to hold a punchline in, "He, and two of his, associates, were just observed speaking with three of your Officers." That got his attention ! "Who !" "Commander's Blakus, Marionette, and Wedlerson." the Lieutenant informed him, "They spoke, or rather, the lead Ferengi, named 'Jaglom' a nasty person, even by their standards, along with a couple of his henchmen spoke to Commander Marionette before departing. We have constant surveillance on Jaglom and his minders. Your Officer's seemed unaffected by the conversation and have continued to the holo-Suite they had previously booked." Carl looked back at the table. The last thing he wanted was any disruption to the crews' relaxation, but a flagged Ferengi approaching one or more of his Staff caused him concern. He gave the issue some thought then spoke to the Officer: "Inform your Superior to increase surveillance on the Ferengi, and while you're at it have someone loosely monitor where those three are. If there are any sudden deviation's I want informing OK ?" "Yes Admiral. Understood." the young Officer said, only just resisting the urge to salute before spinning in her heal and departing the bar. Carl went back to the table, his face a picture of professionalism. He whispered in Will's ear there could be an issue, but to remain as they were for now. Torek turned to the dance floor and shouted over to Sean: "Put her down you leching Irish drunkard !" Carl shouted, receiving cheers all around the bar for his comment ..........
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2014 17:39:46 GMT
Will listened to Carl without ever taking his eyes off of Sean and Calli. He kept the smile on his face as if nothing were wrong but made his mental notes of what he needed to do as soon as he left the bar. He couldn't wait to get back to work. He looked over at his new found cousin and smiled.
"Having fun?" he yelled above the music.
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Post by Andae Blakus on Jun 9, 2014 22:27:42 GMT
"I agree that their claim over me is dubious at best, in federation law. I do not know Ferengi law. However, given the apparent nature of Ferengi society in general, i would not doubt that indentured servitude is still a valid, if not outrightly popular, method of business and employment."
"That's assuming this Ferengi, Norg, is acting with the authority of the Ferengi Alliance. He might be a petty criminal, Commander," Andae said to the gynoid, "Although in my view all Ferengi are petty criminals," he paused, knowing his comment to be somewhat controversial.
Harry cut in to ease the tension, "Norg must be a mercenary. Didn't you see his associates? They weren't exactly a match made in heaven; a Nausicaan and a Breen? They could be carrying out some contract, perhaps on behalf of someone connected to who claims you as their property after they supposedly purchased you from Doctor Harper. Either way I don't think Ferengi law comes into play."
They entered the holosuite, Andae activating the program from the outside while the others entered and took up positions around the inert metal framework of the suite. Andae strode in as the world was transformed. A scene reminiscent of that of Risa was before them; the world's weather controlling apparatus the boundary to the contained environment representative of paradise.
A serve in hoverball was not like a serve in other games, particularly those old games of Earth - such as tennis, table tennis or racquetball. One simply threw the ball - having to know how to control it with the shape and position, the dexterity of one's hand and fingers alone. The ball was a fickle thing, hovering on its own antigravitational device as did the participants. One tossed it with their hand. Andae took the first serve, aiming for Wedlerson's midriff and then launching himself forward, his objective to catch the rebounding ball and thus retain possession. The longer he held the ball the more points he gained; extra points were accumulated by scoring direct impacts on opponents. Unfortunately his shot was off target and deflected from Harry at an unexpected angle, shooting into the agile Marionette's stoic hand.
"I never begin well," Andae said, a slight smile hiding gritted teeth. "But just you watch. I have a reputation for being an aggressive player."
Just as Marionette was twisting with unexpected agility - even in this antigrav environment - the unmistakable sound of the holodeck doors sliding open disturbed their contest. Three familiar figures appeared at the entrance. "Computer, end program," Blakus said instantly, their gear dissolving and the safeties lowering them gracefully to the holodeck's grey surface. It wouldn't do to be suspended in mid-air when confronted with likely hostiles.
"Norg. Drop that weapon." The Nausicaan as Andae identified him said. "You know the machine has to be delivered intact."
The Ferengi leader was holding a common issue disruptor, a type popular among mercenaries. His weapon was aimed straight at Marionette.
"Don't worry, Zikaom, it's set to stun... Painful stun." Norg grinned toothily, his razor sharp teeth like a disfigured shark's.
"Computer, security lockdown, deck 47-gamma, holdeck suite 3. Suppress weapon discharge," Wedlerson ordered quickly.
"Bet you weren't expecting that," Andae said to the three, stepping towards them. Norg dropped his weapon, admitting defeat. But then he drew a silvery dagger from his boot and, twisting hurled it towards Andae. It darted into the engineer's leg. He yelped in pain, going down to the grey deck. The Ferengi, Nausicaan and Breen advanced, the first two heading towards Marionette while the latter went for Wedlerson. Gasping in pain at the deep cut under his knee, Andae coiled around on the metallic floor. "Computer, activate program 267 alpha, maximum displacement of biological persons!"
The scene dissolved; forests growing up tall around them under an indigo sky. No one was in sight. Andae rolled in agony on the forest floor, muting his sounds of discomfort so he didn't reveal his location. The six of them (3 vs 3) would be spread around the forested area. He hoped the computer had sense enough to place the Starfleet crew shrewdly - possibly in position of ambush - so they might overcome these mercenaries.
=/\=Blakus to Starbase Security, Admiral Torek, Commander Watson. Emergency in holodeck 3, deck 47-gamma.=/\= He hoped the message got through. Nursing his considerable wound he stumbled to his feet, climbing over a log, and was disturbingly reminded of the surreal fire-lit forest that lay near Zielinski's temple in Eris's fantasy world.
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All was cast in an indigo-purple glow. He'd chosen this program intentionally to confuse the assailants. He heard a rustling in shrubbery to his left. While having to limp, he managed to roll competently into some cover to his left behind an outcrop of rocks and ferns. No phasers, no hand-to-hand weapons did he possess; the only murderous devices in the suite lay in the hands of the Ferengi, the Nausicaan and the Breen.
=/\=Blakus to Marionette, Wedlerson,=/\= he whispered, wincing as he rolled into better cover, =/\=Sorry I chose this new program. Estimate your position.=/\=
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Post by Carl Torek on Jun 10, 2014 19:55:06 GMT
Calli was still fighting Sean off when she noticed the young Lieutenant talking to Carl. She watched, between rotations, as the Admiral spoke to Will Jamison. To the casual on-looker, it would have looked like nothing, but Calli knew Carl better than anyone, and she knew something was amiss. Allowing Sean's hand to 'wander' down the small of her back until it was resting on her behind, she pushed him away, jokingly slapping him across the face: "You'll wait until we're married before starting those games !" she said, turning away and storming back to the table, trying hard not to laugh. Sean took the joke and played the hurt suitor before heading for the bar and a tray of refills. Calli retrieved her drink then leaned in to Torek, "... And you should be defending my honor !" she said, causing everyone to burst into laughter. She looked him in the eye, making sure he knew that she knew there was something amiss. He mouthed 'everything is fine' before taking the tray off Sean ... Second's later his Comm badge chirped to life: =^= Blakus to Star Base Security .. Admiral Torek .. Commander Watson .. Emergency in Holo-deck three .. Deck one five five two Alpha Sector =^= Carl tapped Will on the shoulder then turned to Calli: "We need to make a call. Calli, contact Security, make sure they have the deck sealed off and ensure a transport inhibitor is set up. Tell them we'll go in first." They got up and telling Sean to look after Kate, they left O'Tooles ..... The Holo-deck was on level up, so they took the stairs, taking phaser's from three of the waiting Security Officer's as they reached the door. The Commander of the team told Torek there were five life-signs and one Android inside. Calli asked who the other's were and was told two Raven Officer's, one Ferengi, one Nausicnan, and a Breen, all undoubtedly, mercenaries. "What program is that ?" Will asked, not quite recognizing the description. "Program two six seven alpha. It's a new one on me." the Security Officer was saying as he pulled up a read-out of parameters, "Dense wooded area by the looks of it. Some modifications ... Admiral, the safety overrides have been disabled !" "Can we beam our people out. Or track their location ?" she asked. "Negative. There's some sort of transport inhibitor 'inside' the Holo-suite. The Ferengi must have brought it with them, though I can't see how they were going to get out if it was activated." the Security Commander said with a shrug, "We have blocked any beam-out attempt from our side, so that Ferengi is not having much luck. Hardly the crime of the century going on ... Open the door." he ordered one of his team. Carl nodded then the three of them stepped into the wooded Holo-deck ..... ooooo The first thing was the indigo / purple of the defused sunlight fighting it's way through the dense forest canopy high above them, but the most shocking thing was that their phaser's had apparently vanished. Carl immediately turned to exit, but all he could see were more of the forest. "Arch." he said quietly, without success. He tapped his comm badge and received only static. "So much for that." Calli said, eyeing the forest with trepidation .......... < tag : All >
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Post by Marionette on Jun 11, 2014 13:52:13 GMT
=/\=Blakus to Marionette, Wedlerson,=/\= he whispered, wincing as he rolled into better cover, =/\=Sorry I chose this new program. Estimate your position.=/\=
Glancing at her new surroundings, Marionette found that she was up a tree. Fortunately, she was hidden amongst the drooping silver stringy leaves and geometric flower-clusters. Tapping her comm-badge, she responded =/\= Marionette here, i am in a tree, approximately - =/\= and then her comm-badge buzzed twice. She tapped it again, being met with buzzes instead of chirps....Communications were down.
Spotting the breen below her, Marionette grabbed a branch and swung forward to drop down, aiming to land squarely on his helmet - it didn't work. The breen tip-toe super-shuffled to the side as she landed, and then he spun on his heel in a perfect reverse roundhouse kick to the the back of her shoulders. This sent her tumble somersaulting forward, into a curvy bonsai-sort of metallic brass-colored wiry bush. It gave way rather swiftly, its stringy fibers bending and deforming.
Marionette bounced back up and turn-leaped to comet-punch the breen. Instead, she ran full-on into the breen's 'kick', which was him merely extending his leg into a kicking position, and letting her impact on his boot. It connected with her face, and a metallic clank sounded off, as she again bounced into the wiry bush, further deforming it onto the ground. Marionette did not know why the breen was winning. Surely she was much stronger and certainly much faster than many organic species..... It must be skill then, and the thing that humans called 'instincts', or the like. It was a trait that she unfortunately did not possess.
The breen spoke something, and sharply made an arcane finger-to-chin gesture, pointing to Marionette. She lofted a brow and aside-glanced at his apparent insult. The breen then drew a tube-looking weapon and fired, lightning erupting forth from its wide barrels. The spread was too wide to dodge, and Marionette was on the ground stunned, her clothing smoking and slightly crispy.
Swiftly reaching over, the breen flipped her over face down, and switched her off before she could again recover her wits. He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, and turned just in time to see the rest of the Raven senior staff surround him, literally red-handed in the act of kidnapping.
Pressing a button on his armor suit, a ring of lights appeared, swept upwards and downwards, and then blinked out, with no trace of either the Breen or Officer Marionette. Whatever that light was, it wasn't transporter technology as it was traditionally known.
Apparently, the breen was the real professional mercenary of the trio.
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Post by Alex Watson on Jun 11, 2014 17:26:09 GMT
Alex lay on his back as the starship plunged through space. He had dimmed the lights to a fraction of their capacity and had all his relevant data projecting onto the ceiling as he worked through it. He liked working like this, but he hadn’t been able to for a long time. Glancing over at the sword on its rack on the wall, he felt a little empty inside – it was the most amazing weapon, and it was his, but no doubt Starfleet would want to impound it and investigate it upon arrival. His only real hope was to convince everybody to keep quiet, but that did not seem really viable.
They would want to speak to him as well. He’d been granted a pardon, but that had been under the assumption that he was dead. It was possible that Starfleet would wish to review that decision in light of his survival – or the Cordovin might appeal or any number of variables…variables…variables…
His head started to swim, his eyes started to droop, his muscles relaxed…and he was asleep.
He awoke to the chirping noise of his communicator.
“Watson,” he said groggily.
“We’re coming up on Earth, sir. You’re wanted on the bridge.”
“Roger that. On my way.” Alex rolled out of bed, rubbing his eyes. It felt like he had slept for an eternity. Standing up he found that he was still a little unsteady. That wouldn’t do. Shaking his head to clear his mind, he began the walk through the ship to the bridge.
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He was sitting in the bar, cradling his drink gently, when the message came. It was delivered by an official looking man in a Starfleet uniform who saluted before he walked away. Alex tapped the PADD to open the file.
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Well, it was certainly part of what he had expected, though not all of it. Starfleet wanted to temporarily suspend his duty on the Raven in order that he might lead a team of scientists in analysing the data and mission reports from the Cordovin venture. He was the only one with first-hand knowledge of what had happened inside the planet’s core, and they needed him on board. It was phrased as a request, but Alex had a sneaking suspicion it was a thinly veiled way to keep him under observation, at least for the time being. In the meantime, the message said, Commander Jamison would replace him as Acting Executive Officer. Alex couldn’t argue with that. Will had been the Exec when Alex had first come aboard and Alex was pleased that he would be returning to the ship. He felt that Carl would probably have received a copy of the message, but he wanted to speak to him face to face anyway.
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“You take care, Alex. I don’t want to lose you again,” Carl said as he smiled slightly over the drink.
“I’ll try. I doubt there are many ancient alien menaces or psychotic demi-gods to bother me in the lab.” Alex sounded slightly forlorn, and Carl heard it.
“This is just temporary, Alex. They’ll get you back with us soon enough. They’ll take a few statements, you’ll run a few tests and write a few papers then they’ll stick you on a ship and fly you out to us.” Alex nodded.
“Take care in space. Try not to get involved in another diplomatic incident before I get back,” Alex quipped. Carl laughed.
“If I remember rightly, we BOTH started that particular “incident”,” Carl replied smiling. Alex grinned, shaking his head fondly.
“See you, Carl.”
“See you, Alex.” They shook hands, Alex turning his back and walking into the turbolift that would take him to his new assignment. He turned back to Carl and saluted, receiving one in reply, then the lift doors shut and he was hurtling through the station to who knows where.
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Post by Carl Torek on Jun 11, 2014 18:53:40 GMT
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Back-post to before Carl enter's O'Tooles. To work in Commander Watson's temporary ELOA ...
IC :: Carl had received a request from Alex to meet him in the bar on Delta Level of the promenade ... That in itself was unusual as his Executive Officer rarely, if ever, communicated via messages, and Carl was somewhat intrigued as he made his way to the meeting .....
Entering, he spotted Alex immediately. The Exec' had ordered him a drink and had set it opposite. Carl sat down and lifted the glass, appreciative of the fact Alex had taken the time to get Brandy, and the genuine stuff too, not the synthale variety.
"Cheers." alex said as the two drank, then Watson put his glass on the table. Carl could tell he had something to tell him, so he prompted the conversation a little:
"Something on your mind Alex ?"
"I've been recalled to Earth ... " the younger man said hesitantly, "They need me on some data they ne ..."
"I know Alex. I got the order's."
Alex seemed more relieved than anything else. It was obvious he hadn't wanted to tell Carl about the temporary re-assignment, but should have known better. They enjoyed a couple more drinks, Carl not allowing his Exec' yo simply vanish without trace until Command deemed it 'OK' to allow his return. Yes, they needed his input, but they didn't need it for the next hour or so Carl decided ... But finally, after talking about Will and making sure Alex knew his seat was there when he got back, Watson finally stood, with Carl following suit. They shook hands and Alex left the bar.
Carl sat nursing the remaining brandy, thinking about the opportunity Alex had got. he didn't realize it yet of course, but his help on this research could only strengthen his chances of a Command of his own in due course, and as with Will Jamison, he would hate to loose an excellent Executive Officer, but maybe that was one of the penalties of managing to be assigned such talented Officers. He raised his glass, then returned Commander Watson's salute as across the promenade Alex stepped into a turbo-lift and vanished, for who could know how long.
Finishing the glass, he tapped his Comm badge and spoke to the Duty Bridge Officer:
=^= Lieutenant Jeffers Sir =^=
=^= Patch me in to the computer Lieutenant =^= ..... Normally, these changes would be carried out by the Chief of Security, but for some reason Carl felt he needed to do this himself ...
=^= Ready Admiral =^=
=^= Computer .. Transfer Command Access Codes for USS Raven-B from Commander First Class Alexander Watson .. To Commander First Class Will Jamison .. Effective this date and time .. Retain Commander Watson's access on file .. Authorization: Torek-Alpha-Two-Two-Gamma-Epsilon =^=
=^= Working .. .. .. Command Access Codes transferred =^=
Carl hit the comm badge and looked at the turbo-lift door before getting up and heading out of the bar. He had a group of people, not to mention several more drinks waiting at another establishment ..........
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Post by Andae Blakus on Jun 11, 2014 22:04:59 GMT
=/\= Marionette here, i am in a tree, approximately - =/\=
Andae jerked his head. Well that was novel placement indeed from the computer. The comm had cut off rather abruptly; he only hoped the android's position in the tree was a result of the computer's intelligence and not of dumb luck, and that she hadn't unceremoniously been jammed in there at an awkward angle where escape was impossible.
Still nursing his injury - why were the safeties inactive, again? - he dragged himself with his one good leg towards denser thickets of shrubbery to his left. His indigo-cast face caught the edges of a moonbeam from this planet's exotic non-spherical silver moon.
He shunned the light and dived into the undergrowth, feeling like a hesitant nocturnal beast searching out some tricky prey. He saw and heard movement in the ferns and exotic growths in front of him - a dashing of noise and causal movement through the surreal forest.
As he watched, ferns and leaves waved back into place like warning symbols. The motion's originator was the same as the one Andae had hastened to cover from to his right, from behind a thick sprouting of tree-like growths whose true colour was lost in the pervasive indigo atmosphere - this was one who hunted him. He limped through the undergrowth, knowing the assailant was aware of him; he had to hasten, otherwise he'd lose the mercenary's trail amongst the bewildering passages barely visible beneath the undergrowth.
He picked up his pace, hobbling on one leg and finding to his surprise he was gaining on the possible mercenary. He stepped up on to a fallen tree limb, expecting that his planned trajectory would bring him down on the slow-retreating quarry. Andae jumped, fists clenched above his head with the aim of elbowing the man in the back.
He flew through the shrubbery, his false colour image bundling the mercenary to the floor. He landed on top of him, the two figures rolling with a grunt into the darkness. Blakus turned him over: the Ferengi. Realisation dawned on both their faces. That was why he'd been able to catch up so quickly, the Ferengi's shorter stature - and clear incompetence in close quarters combat in a forest environment - meant he hadn't the length of stride to get away from the CEO.
"Ha, got you," Norg said. Andae frowned. Norg jammed his dagger into Andae's uninjured leg.
Rolling away in pain, Andae aimed a roundhouse kick from the floor at the Ferengi, directed just below the midriff. It was an excruciatingly painful manoeuvre but it worked. The Ferengi barked and fell to the floor, hitting his head on bark outjutting from a gnarled purple tree.
"I think not, Norg," Andae said. He rose to his feet but crumbled under the pain. He crawled through the sticky black bracken, grasping hold of the Ferengi's ankles and dragging him down. Norg's dagger had fallen to the side, glinting indigo silver beneath moonlight and alien sky; Andae reached for it.
At that moment more people burst into the forest clearing: Starfleet officers, Calli Valenti at their head. Andae nodded at them, wincing in pain, surprised at the Commander's presence. "This is Norg, Ferengi criminal," he said, indicating the cowering Ferengi while prostrate before the newcomers as if they were new-found gods. "You've apprehended the others? There was a Nausicaan and a Breen."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2014 4:55:30 GMT
They came into the clearing to see Andae wincing in pain and dragging a Ferengi toward him. Will took the med kit he had grabbed off his shoulder and stooped down beside him.
"You've apprehended the others? There was a Nausicaan and a Breen."
"Security and Wedlerson have the Nausicaan." Will informed him as he began sealing his leg wounds. "But the Breen got away. And he took Marionette. He used some sort of transport technology none of us have seen before."
He finished with Andaes legs and stood up and offered him a hand.
"That should do ya,Commander." he said.
Once they had everyone together, they turned to Torek.
"Orders, sir?" Will asked.
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T'Brel Peers
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The needs of the many outweight the needs of the few.
Registered: Jul 22, 2005 5:39:54 GMT
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Post by T'Brel Peers on Jun 12, 2014 15:07:39 GMT
T'Brel Peers made his way off the USS Raven. While he now considered the Raven to be home, there was nothing like spending time on a star base. Following tradition, T'Brel made his way towards the Vulcan Temple on the base. He would meditate and try to comprehend everything that had just happened to him and the crew of the Raven. As he walked into the temple, he noticed the temple monks quietly speaking to each other. If they disapproved of T'Brel's arrival, they made no apparent notion of it. Yet deep down T'Brel knew of the murmurs. Being a child of mixed heritage, he knew of the prejudices Vulcan's held towards people like him. Before his joining, T'Brel was bothered by this, but since the Peer's symbiont joined with him, he had come to pity these old fashioned thinking Vulcans.
As usual, T'Brel pondered on the health and well-being of his mother and father. Being from a powerful political family, T'Brel knew that he wanted nothing to do with the diplomatic corps or the Vulcan Science Council. His parents had respected his choice, and T'Brel knew that they loved their only child. It would soon fall on T'Brel to continue his family’s name, but his seven previous lifetimes implore him to be ready for the challenges of parenthood.
Walking away from the temple, T'Brel felt a sense of relief. His mind and emotions being in balance allowed him to enjoy the small things in life. After a quick lunch of spinach salad, T'Brel made his way towards the only friend he knew he had on Starbase 47. Believing that his friend would already be off duty, T'Brel made his way towards the living quarters of his dearest friend, Rear Admiral Matthew Reynolds.
It had been three years since he had talked to Matt; T'Brel felt a tinge of apprehension as he waited for the door. While he was certain that Matt would still consider him a friend, time had different effects on different people. Feeling that he wasn't willing to show up announced T'Brel made his way to leave, but at that moment the door opened to reveal the figure of a fourteen year old child. T'Brel immediately knew who the child was and what would be a complete surprise to the half-Vulcan/half-Trill; Caleb Reynolds gave him a surprisingly strong hug. T’Brel gladly returned the hug and genuinely smiled at the attention given to him by his dearest friend’s son.
“I’ve missed you,” Caleb said as he released the hug and remembered that he was supposed to be a fourteen year old teenager. Hugging and letting people know you are full of emotions was not the cool thing to do.
“I’ve missed you too, I promise it won’t be another three years,” T’Brel said as he patted Caleb’s head much to his dismay.
“You can’t do that anymore, I’m not a child anymore,” Caleb whined as he grabbed a pair cups,” two cranberry juice, ice cold.”
“How did you know?” T’Brel asked as he took his favorite beverage in his hands.
“Dad says it became his favorite drink during his time fighting, it was the favorite drink of his human friend and his entire group loved it,” Caleb said.
“Just like your father, figuring everything out before you’re supposed to,” T’Brel said as he began what would become an eight hour conversation with a fourteen year old, something that was rare for any half-Vulcan indeed.
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