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Post by Gheskori on Jan 5, 2015 1:31:12 GMT
The Enzio glided into Starbase 47's expansive docking arena, executing a banked turn to port with a burst of its starboard thrusters. Spectators stood in awe at the sight of the Prometheus class - despite its now familiar, 25 year old design - watching from brightly lit portals and panoramic windows along thoroughfares that ran behind the docking bays.
"All mooring operations complete. Welcome home, Enzio."
"Thank you, dockmaster," Ghes replied instead of the comms officer, "Good to be home. USS Enzio signing off for another mission." He looked around the bridge, smiled. There was a touch of sadness to his features. Between them, Gheskori, Commander Saklat of the Eagle and Captain Cryer of the merchant ship Vingazi had lost over 80 officers and crew.
The task force's mission had been a harrowing one, having first discovered that one of their number - the USS Sparta - had been destroyed before casting off for Domusara. They'd then been plunged into a desperate fight with an insidious enemy - the identity of which was secretly known to Command and Gheskori himself (however he'd been under orders not to divulge it until it became irrefutable to the whole crew).
With the Eagle beached between Species 8472's incursive distortions, the Enzio and Vingazi had struggled to recover their away teams from the inoperative Domusara station. On rescuing his beleaguered officers stalked by shades of distended-limbed aliens, Ghes's ship had been pulled into one of the distortions, to the very boundary of Fluidic Space - where laws of physics were made uncertain - sometimes applicable, sometimes lost in the distortions of chaos. There they'd encountered a recreated Domusara station, and a failed reproduction of the prototype of a subspace rift device, the original of which had been under development by the Domusara scientists.
It was also there that this starship crew, these Federation citizens, had been reminded of their insignificant place in the cosmos. A glimpse of a war between enemies of old - conflict renewed on more equal grounds - espied between billowing smoke clouds erupting from the power core of the mock Domusara.
Species 8472, and the Borg, Ghes thought, Quite enough for one expedition, I think.
He turned to the command chair and opened the shipwide intercom, "All hands this is Admiral Gheskori. Hard dock with station has been achieved. Shore leave is granted to all officers." He shook hands with his XO who stood beside him, "Commander. Would you join me for a drink on the promenade?"
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In the short time in which he awaited Matthew's reply, Ghes thought fleetingly of the impending meeting with the brass, in particular the flag officer who'd headed up the committee that had sent Ghes's task force to Domusara: Admiral Johns. The renowned combat officer - decorated many times for his exploits during the Dominion War - was sure to have stern words for the relatively new Admiral. In some ways, Johns reminded Ghes of Admiral Patrizia Cain, although no one could truly emulate the force of nature that was the now missing Admiral Cain. One detested her and admired her at the same time: righteous contempt for her supposed moral stance, but awe at the manner with which she'd blazed her way to dozens of victories across the quadrant.
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Post by Tiana Galwyn Cet on Jan 6, 2015 15:44:23 GMT
The Enzio had made it back to normal space and back to Starbase 47. Tiana was slowly coming to terms with what had happened to them.
It had only been after they had got back that she had allowed herself to relax and then she had cried and shaken as everything she had put on hold hit her. How close she had come to dying how close the people she cared about had come to dying. The sight of Savin in warrior-mode defending them… He made her feel safe. Savin had sat with her witnessing the worse of her breakdown. Having him being there had helped so much and some how it hadn’t freaked him out.
She was off duty although there was a lot more she wanted to do with the information they had gained about Fluidic Space and transits into it. Not to mention all the information about Species 8472. Still she was off duty and determined to enjoy it properly.
She tagged her comm. Badge =/\=Savin, it’s Tiana here, are you able to join me for a picnic lunch in the arboretum? In about ten minutes.=/\=
She was packing up a basket as she spoke.
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Post by Gheskori on Jan 9, 2015 0:45:25 GMT
Colours of the promenade shot through his vision, smeared in horizontal lines of monochrome like the view from a fast moving shuttle running close by its parent vessel. It was a kaleidoscopic sight, such was the colour and vibrancy of Earth's Spacedock.
Ghes observed the sight from a table outside one of his favourite establishments, sipping at Denobulan coffee. He'd yet to see any of his crew since he'd disembarked from the ship, assumed they'd scattered themselves across the base, or even headed to Earth's surface, to reconnect with friends, their interests - besides that of space exploration and the mission of Starfleet - and whatever else they liked to do with their spare time.
He sipped at his coffee. He watched people walking up and down the promenade. There was no immediate mission in the offing; they had some time. He put the coffee mug down, one hand rubbing his chin. He wondered how long it would take them to understand that he hadn't gone mad, that it was the influence of Borg technology fused into his neck by that nightmare accident at the Denobulan Bioengineering Institute 17 years ago.
Eyes lit up over the coffee mug, "Ah, ah, Mr Telmak! Mr Telmak!" He got up and waved at the Romulan expatriate who was idling his way along the other side of the promenade, taking in the fare on offer from the various stands. Gheskori knew the man from two encounters at literary conventions on Betazed; the man was a trader in rare, centuries-old Romulan literature; writings that had been burned, or deleted from the Star Empire's central archives with the rise of repressive new regimes on Romulus who'd decided they didn't like the previous rulers' ideology. It was part of the reason Telmak had decided to leave, Ghes understood.
Eventually the Romulan saw him and began angling his way awkwardly across the promenade, manoeuvring through the crowds towards Ghes's table.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2015 20:44:30 GMT
She tagged her comm. Badge =/\=Savin, it’s Tiana here, are you able to join me for a picnic lunch in the arboretum? In about ten minutes.=/\=
Saryn tossed a small wad of cloth at his son to draw his attention. As always, his eldest son was buried with his nose in his PADD when he was off duty, always reading one article or the other, or a new novel from this or that place. However since he was deaf, he could not hear his combadge go off, and since he wasn't wearing it, he wouldn't feel the slight tremor the modified badge caused either. Tiana is calling. She wants you to meet her for lunch in the arboretum, acknowledge her call and tell her you are coming. He signed, giving him a slight nod of approval.
Savin looked up and returned the nod. "I will be there," he said, and shut off his PADD. He didn't know his father had failed to mention what kind of lunch so he was unprepared for the sight of Tiana sitting on a large blanket on the grass field. He arched an eyebrow at her, then awkwardly sat down, crossing his legs under himself. "This is an odd way to have lunch," he commented, obviously never having heard of a picknick before now.
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Now that Savin had gone off to his date, Saryn wrapped his long cloak around his body and left the ship to go for a walk around the starbase. Ever since having been properly 'defrosted' Saryn felt permanently cold outside his own (warmer) quarters. In a few days, T'Vin would come to meet him here, and he found himself looking forward to seeing his wife and younger son again. He'd been pleased to hear Sodon would soon graduate from the academy, though it had not quite pleased him to hear the young man had chosen the tactical field rather than a medical profession. Numike was looking forward to see her younger, yet older brother again too, though often enough she still was all but glued to Savin's side.
As he walked along the promenade, he saw a familiar looking Romulan stride right for Gheskori, who was sat at a table in some illuster establishment. The Vulcan blinked in sheer surprise yet somehow wondered how this was possible. He quickened his pace and intercepted the Romulan right before he could reach his captain and friend. "Hirnak?" he querried, and odd and acid tone creeping up in his voice. "How is this possible, how are you here?"
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Post by Gheskori on Jan 10, 2015 1:30:00 GMT
Ghes was waiting, hand tapping in anticipation of meeting with the ageing Romulan. He'd ask him about the Romulan war effort against the Psintaxians, a race that the 'official' history books had as being annihilated by the fledgling Star Empire 160 years ago, their world conquered and made a subject of the Empire. The truth of it of course, as Telmak would tell him, was that the Romulans had lost a quarter of their starfleet in the expensive war of subduing the Psintaxians, the enigmatic race coming as close as 5 parsecs to the Romulus/Remus system itself before the Romulans turned the tide.
He raised his cup in greeting before a cloaked vulcan stepped between Telmak and the table. "Excuse me," Ghes leant forward, brushing at the vulcan's robes with the edge of his coffee cup. "That man wishes - " He paused, frozen in place as the vulcan turned and it became apparent he was having an altercation with the Romulan, "Ah, sorry Saryn, I didn't know it was you."
"How is this possible, how are you here?" Saryn was asking, seeming perplexed and ignoring Ghes for the moment.
"Hello? Hello?" Ghes drew himself up, standing and tugging down on his uniform jacket. Smiling he waved both of the green-blooded men forward, "Why don't you both have a seat? It's not often I get to spend time with a literary friend and a member of my crew. It's about time I caught up with you, Telmak." He grinned conspiratorially before leaning over to Saryn who took the other spare seat with reluctance, "And Saryn. I haven't seen a single member of the crew since I boarded the station. It'll be good to catch up... Got all the icicles off yet?"
There was a certain awkwardness pervading the table, that Ghes only became aware of after another few sips of his coffee and a cursory glance up and down the promenade for potential female companions.
"Um, do you two know each other?" he asked, leaning in, "I didn't think introductions were necessary given you were speaking a moment ago."
"I've never seen this vulcan in my life," Telmak proclaimed. "Gheskori, it's good to see you. Your latest communication had me somewhat confused, but I managed to find the manuscripts you were after. They've been scanned from original records on Romulus, passed to me by the Tholians via a third party. Strict confidentiality must be maintained, you understand."
Ghes nodded, "I understand." He reached down for his carry-case. "Do you have the writings with you?"
"Can I get either of you gentlemen a drink?" Telmak said, rising from the seat clearly eager to be away from the table. He seemed to throw a dirty look at Saryn.
"Wait a minute," Ghes said, waving both men back down with an unnaturally wide grin (from a non-Denobulan perspective). "How about official introductions? Saryn, this is Telmak, a friend of mine. He's a Romulan expat and trader. Telmak, this is Dr Saryn of Vulcan, my Chief Medical Officer. He's been displaced in time from the 22nd century, but I think he's got used to the way of things in this century now." He glanced at Saryn over his coffee cup, finding himself jittery at Saryn's unusually stoic behaviour.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2015 22:21:12 GMT
Saryn glared back at the Romulan, ignoring Gheskori's attempts to diffuse the situation. "Liar!" he hissed at the man who was the spitting image of his grandfather, "your name is not Telmak, it is Hirnak. You claim you do not remember meeting at the convention on Vulcan in 2151? My first son was just a baby then, I had to leave early because he was sick. You do not remember our discussions on Rigellian flu? Your attempt to kill me, a year later?"
The Vulcan's bearing was openly hostile, a side which Gheskori had so far not seen in his gentle mannered chief medical officer. Saryn crew his cloak tighter around his body, shivering visibly. He had gone out without his sword, another thing he rarely did for he nearly always carried his sword, off-ship. No other weapons, ever, not even phasers, just his trusted sword.
"I do not want any drinks from you, unless you drink from it first!"
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Post by Gheskori on Jan 11, 2015 17:45:35 GMT
Ghes recoiled before the storm of accusations from his CMO, unprepared for this sudden outburst. Telmak looked shaken, perhaps wracking his brains for long-buried memories. He glared at Saryn with steely eyes, "So be it." He marched off into the establishment, Ghes reaching after his friend but to no avail.
He turned back to the table exasperated, "Why'd you do that, Doctor? His name is Telmak. How can Romulans, despite their and your long lifespan, live 300 years? And look like that?"
The conversation progressed, thankfully at least for the moment away from Telmak. "Saryn, if your son's on an Enzio holodeck, there's nothing I can do. We can only trust that our science officer will act with the utmost discretion."
Surprisingly Telmak arrived back at the table, his head tilted in thought. He placed two drinks before him, making a point of taking sips from each and passing one over to Saryn, who seemed to be fuming. Ghes was hurriedly finishing the rest of his coffee.
"My father spoke of a Saryn of Vulcan... from the late 22nd century. That Saryn had business with our family," Telmak stared pointedly at the Enzio CMO, "My father told me how his father, Hirnak, a physician like Saryn, had been ruined, financially, and academically as a result of his altercations with the vulcan. His standing in academic circles had been lessened to such a degree by the end of the 23rd century that he was reduced to living in near poverty on a Star Empire protectorate world."
"I never attempted to kill you, Saryn," Telmak said, half in supplication half in contempt, "Clear that supposedly logical brain of yours and see the obvious. I can't say either way if my grandfather tried to kill you. All I know is my father was put off ever starting in the medical profession. He turned to writing and I followed in his wake. Our family, once highly prestigious on Romulus, is now reduced to me, eking out a living in your Federation!"
Ghes realised the mounting tension. Before he could react, Telmak - previously in all Ghes's dealing with him the most sedate Romulan he'd ever met - lurched over the table, hands reaching for Saryn's throat. The table went clattering to the floor, disturbing nearby diners; drinks glasses were propelled into the air.
Ghes ducked away from the blows landed by the physically strong green-bloods, recovering his coffee mug from the floor before making a feeble attempt to restrain Telmak, then calling for assistance from nearby restaurant staff. Trust me to end up the mediator between ancient enemies, he thought, Again!
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2015 20:09:50 GMT
At first, Saryn didn't react to being grabbed and thrown but as soon as he had to draw air, he forcefully pried the Romulan's fingers from his throat. "I am not responsible for your grandfather's ruin," he snapped, throwing his assailant back with all his might. He partially dodged the blows that landed on his arms and shoulders, and issuing the odd punch of his own.
"He did that all by himself, publishing false results of research done, accepting bribes to change test results, or even not carry tests out at all. When I called him on it, he tried to kill me." Despite his fury, his voice was oddly calm as he shook his head at Gheskori. There was no need to restain the man, who had several years on the Vulcan doctor. Saryn was now aware of his error, but there was no going back. He had thought he was dealing with Hirnak who could've, like himself, have just been thrown forward in time. But the man's words meant more to him than looks, and he knew he'd been wrong.
"His financial and credential ruin are all on himself," he hissed as the ROmulan made another grab for him. He allowed it to happen, suddenly ceasing all his retaliation. He stopped fighting back and just stood there, panting for breath. A clear sign, he was not back to his usual self at all.
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Post by Gheskori on Jan 12, 2015 19:17:12 GMT
Gheskori released Telmak. He'd been attempting to restrain his friend by holding him from behind such that it tied his arms to his side - rather unsuccessfully. The much stronger Romulan - despite his middle age, although Ghes was by no means a pillar of strength - had no trouble breaking free of the Enzio CO's pathetic grasp.
"His financial and credential ruin are all on himself," Saryn hissed as the ROmulan made another grab for him. He allowed it to happen, suddenly ceasing all his retaliation.
Eventually, after beating his fists weakly and half-heartedly against the clearly physically troubled Saryn, Telmak tired and withdrew himself, sagging to the chair and propping an elbow on the table, both of which had been righted by the nervous restaurant staff.
"Sorry, sorry," Ghes was saying to the staff, still clutching his coffee mug and looking down at Telmak with trepidation, "It's a miracle you didn't get us kicked out."
"I must apologise," Telmak said, not looking at Saryn directly, "The rush of memories... From childhood, my father's references to his own father's ruin; my meagre existence in the Federation in the Alpha Quadrant... Many times, at least some small part of me has wanted to return to Romulus, if only that were possible. I don't quite understand the outburst myself, but it all rushed out of me at once.
"You must understand my point of view though, Dr Saryn. What I was brought up believing was that Hirnak's downfall was brought about by forces outside of his control, one of which was personified in you. Now you appear, seemingly out of nothingness from centuries past, to tell me that my family's ruin is of Hirnak's own doing. And that he was an attempted murderer?" the Romulan shook his head, searching around for his wine glass and finding it smashed on the floor, crimson liquid running from it like blood from an old wound.
Gheskori looked up and down the promenade, worried they might've caused a more significant disruption than he'd thought as he saw Starfleet security officers standing not far off. He told them the situation was under control; the officers quickly acquiesced when they saw the pips on his uniform collar.
"Well I can see a new friendship has been made here. Telmak, pass me those manuscripts at your leisure."
The Romulan nodded from the table, eyes downcast but some fire still within them, not ready to acknowledge all of Saryn's words when the Vulcan hadn't 'lived' to see the end of the 22nd century and Hirnak's downfall. How could he be in a position to comment on it?
Ghes stepped over the broken glass to leave Telmak alone with his thoughts. "I admire your restraint, Saryn," he said, "Although I'm not sure if that's much of a compliment in your culture." He paused as they walked away from the restaurant, regarding his CMO critically, "You don't look so well."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2015 20:07:36 GMT
Oh how he understood Telmak's point of view! He wondered if Telmak understood how he felt at all. He acknowledged the words with a simple nod, drew his cloak back around his body and followed Gheskori out. "Restraint, admiral?" Saryn queried as they walked together. "Hardly. I simply chose not to fight him, it was not the place to engage in a public brawl, nor did I wish to draw further attention. I was wrong to claim he was Hirnak, it was my mistake and I accept responsibility for that. But I do not accept the accusation of causing his grandfather's ruin. I was not responsible for that, and with a little research I can prove it."
He paused, shivering again. "I hated Hirnak, but I never wished him ill. I am not a murderer, and I stand by my ethics." The Vulcan shook his head and stopped walking for a few seconds. "I feel constantly cold," he explained, "the only place I am comfortable, are in my own quarters. Anywhere else, I feel like I may never get warm again. The only moment I did feel a rush of warmth, was when Telmak attacked me." He continued to walk. "I will not harm him captain, no matter what he does. He is, apparently, your friend, and from what it seemed, your guest. It would be wrong, to do harm to another's guest. Aside from the fact that I cannot do harm given my medical oath. Should something happen to him captain, you have my word, I will have nothing to do with that, and should he be brought to my sickbay I vow I will do all I can to heal him."
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Post by Tiana Galwyn Cet on Jan 14, 2015 22:32:32 GMT
Tiana had smiled continuously since Savin had accepted her offer of picnic lunch. She finished packing and tucked a rolled blanket under her arm before heading to the arboretum. She chose a spot off the main path where they were unlikely to be disturbed, spread out the blanket and started unpacking.
She turned round to see that Savin was approaching. She didn’t notice that her smile broadened further. He just had that affect on her.
He stopped in front of her arched an eyebrow at her, then sat down, crossing his legs under himself. "This is an odd way to have lunch," he commented.
Tiana looked at Savin for a moment and then realised that she had not explained a ‘picnic’ to him.
“It is quite strange. But it’s about as far from the lab or sickbay as you can get. Maybe it would be nicer if there was an actual sky up there, but we just have to make do. She passed Savin a glass (made of transparent aluminium not actual glass) and extracted a pair of bottles from her basket, one holding a bright orange liquid and the other deep red. “Three planets citrus blend or Terissan grape juice?”
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Tiana poured the drinks and then passed Savin a plate and offered round the varieties of food she had brought.
She wasn’t really planning on having long conversations today she just wanted to stay nicely unwound and spend some time with someone who made her feel safe, it helped with the memories. The nightmares had come back last night, not as bad but still there.
She shivered slightly causing Savin to focus on her. She knew it was obvious that something was bothering her and there was no point making Savin ask, that was a silly game that Tiana had never understood. She closed her eyes and swallowed, she opened her eyes again. If she was going to say this it was easier if she could see him.
"Sorry, I just thought how lucky I was that you are here. Unfortunately that reminded me of how close we both came to ... not being here." She shook her head, as if that could get rid of her dark thoughts. She felt guilty that that she had dragged the mood down. "It is getting better. Sorry to spoil the moment."
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Post by Gheskori on Jan 15, 2015 14:03:54 GMT
"... But I do not accept the accusation of causing his grandfather's ruin. I was not responsible for that, and with a little research I can prove it."
Ghes nodded, walking with hands linked behind his back as they left the main part of the promenade and onto the concourse that, if they continued on their course, would lead them to the docking ring. "That's ok, Doctor, you shouldn't go out of your way to prove something you weren't present to witness."
The CMO was shivering, visibly cold despite his seeming several layers of clothes. Perhaps there was more to his apparent condition than Ghes's earlier quip regarding whether the vulcan had got rid of all the icicles. The Enzio's cryostasis units were intended to drop the temperature of a patient rapidly and revive them in a stepped process - regular increments of increasing temperature. He made a mental note to ask the chief engineer to investigate the cryo-units for faults once they'd returned to the ship.
Hurrying along to keep up with the CMO who'd started walking away unannounced, he said, "Perhaps you should perform a self-diagnosis, or have your son do it? There has to be a physical reason to explain the cold you're feeling... Perhaps the stasis process affected your body chemistry somehow? Or there are remnant frozen particles in the bloodstream, particles with properties that don't respond to the defreezing process?
"And as for Telmak - "
"I will not harm him captain, no matter what he does. He is, apparently, your friend, and from what it seemed, your guest. It would be wrong, to do harm to another's guest. Aside from the fact that I cannot do harm given my medical oath. Should something happen to him captain, you have my word, I will have nothing to do with that, and should he be brought to my sickbay I vow I will do all I can to heal him."
He brought the vulcan to a halt again, wanting to clear this up before he reached his intended destination, "Of that I have no doubt, Saryn. And on Telmak's behalf I apologise for his actions; I know's he's already done so but I believe it's important. He made claims against you that neither you or I can verify at this point and that you were unable to defend yourself against, although you made a decent attempt..."
Ghes looked at an indeterminate point in the corridor ahead, spreading his hands, "I've never seen Telmak behave in such a manner before... Granted, I've only actually met him on two occasions. I don't know about his attitude in the rest of his life besides his apparent merchant trading of ancient Romulan literature but, in our regular communiques he's always been courteous, honourable and discreet, and a good talker... He leaves me behind with some of the finer points of your offshoot race's literary history."
And I consider myself somewhat of an expert, Ghes thought, the idea of it seeming ludicrous now. Earth literature was more to his interest, even though he'd been disappointed of late with some of the supposedly lauded works of its history. He was a believer in the superiority of Denobulan writings, though he was obviously biased, and he saw something of worth in Klingon works, the race's history of blood and conquest at least evoking delightful powerful imagery.
"Very well, Saryn, here we part company. Unfortunately I have a meeting with the committee that sent us on that ill-fated expedition."
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Post by Gheskori on Jan 22, 2015 21:08:47 GMT
"You seem distracted, Telmak," Ghes observed, regarding his friend from across the table. The Romulan kept his eyes down, hands rearranging the padds on the table til they reached some configuration he seemed at least partly satisfied with.
"It's not that," the Romulan shook his head. "Your doctor's words... I feel remorse. It was with a false sense of justification that I acted upon information contained in 200 year old records." He shook his head again, taking a seat at the table before promptly leaving it and walking to a wall panel.
Ghes sighed from his position at the other end of the long table. His experience of Telmak 'in person' was limited, but he'd seen inside the Romulan's mind over those long-range courteous subspace communiques, enough to know that he was not a man prone to violent acts such as he'd enacted on Saryn - unless he had deeply personal, possibly subconscious motivations for doing so.
"This isn't about historical records, Telmak. This is about what your father told you; what his father told him before that. While such passed-down knowledge might be inaccurate, it's no less affecting to the psyche..." Telmak was absent-mindedly using the wall-mounted console. Ghes was sure he was getting nowhere in whatever he was trying to do. "These are your memories, Telmak. Intangible nebulous things. It's hard to determine why they make us act the way we do. Statistics, records, data from your race's archives 200 years old presenting bare facts... can't replace memories, even if they may hold a more objective truth."
Ghes paused, seeing Telmak pausing in his perusal of the text he was studying in the wall panel. He knew it was a bittersweet consolation he was offering his literary colleague. Telmak's grandfather Hirnak had fallen into ruin, regardless of the circumstances surrounding it, and there was substantial evidence to indicate Hirnak may have been largely responsible for his own downfall, at least financially.
"We shall see." Telmak had turned to him, started walking towards him to exit the anteroom. "We're a race of honour, Gheskori. Family ties are strong, but duty to the state and its doctrine some may consider stronger. I'm one of those. My grandfather was a probable criminal." He stopped beside Gheskori, shrugged, handed the Denobulan a padd and exited.
Ghes shook his head as the door slid shut behind him; he looked down at the padd. Fall of the 4th Dynasty ~ The Psintaxian Menace
He grinned. The Romulan State, he thought, And its supposedly unbiased irrefutable historical records - banned or not.
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"Sorry, I just thought how lucky I was that you are here. Unfortunately that reminded me of how close we both came to ... not being here." She shook her head, as if that could get rid of her dark thoughts. She felt guilty that that she had dragged the mood down. "It is getting better. Sorry to spoil the moment."
"YOu have not spoiled anything," Savin said, carefully reaching out to her, "you have every tight to think about what happened, and how we were almost killed. How can you not?" He drew her closer and finally circled his arms around her as if to shelter her. "I am grateful you are here with me, and that you invited me. I do like spending time with you, very much."
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Saryn stared at the screen in his office for a very long time. Names scrolled by, dates...evidence of the old Romulan's tampering, and cheating, and causing his family's downfall. He'd had nothing to do with that at all, and yet here one of his descendants had put the blame on him. But how could he have, when he hadn't even been there to witness it? And yet, even though he bore no fault, why did he feel guilty?
Sighing, he transferred all data to a PADD and leaned back, rubbing his eyes. "Saryn to Gheskori, may we talk?"
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Post by Gheskori on Feb 5, 2015 1:10:11 GMT
After his perplexing encounter with Telmak, Ghes thought it was time he reacquainted himself with Captain Cryer of the Vingazi. The civilian craft - parked on the other side of the docking arena, where it was undergoing extensive repairs after its eroding trek through that tortured region on the boundary of Fluidic Space - had sustained heavy casualties during the operation, where it'd only been intended for weapons resupply and provision of security personnel.
The civilian skipper in his retro silver spacesuit sat behind a desk, in a temporary office reserved for non-Starfleet ship commanders and the like. Outside the office was an observation hall, where the SS Vingazi's crew could look out over their crippled ship through a great panoramic window. Worker bees flitted around the craft; miniscule maintenance techs in EVA suits drifted through the silence, performing manual repairs to some of the more lightly damaged hull sections.
"Captain Cryer." The silver-suited man looked up; he had two large stacks of obsolete-design padds on the desk. Ghes guessed that he'd been writing condolence letters to the families of his deceased crew. Not long ago he'd been doing the same thing for the Enzio's crew - and Commodore Telava of the Sparta and her crew - in the darkness between stars on the journey back to Starbase 47.
"Ah, Gheskori." Cryer stopped in his shifting of the padds, "Has your crew settled into its shore leave? Please, have a seat."
"They have. The loss of a third of your crew is something I regret a great deal, Captain," Ghes said, sitting and helping himself to a mug of coffee from the traditional filtering machine Cryer had set up on the desk. "If things could've been done differently, I would have had you far outside the zone of combat."
"Zone of combat?" Cryer seemed almost mocking. "We never took enemy fire. We never even directly encountered an 8472 vessel. That nebulous zone of combat couldn't prevent the damage to our ship, the deaths among our crew."
Ghes appreciated that Cryer was one to do things the 'old-fashioned way'; even with his ship's role as a weapons and cargo carrier, he would've liked to be in a position to fight an enemy, to be able to see that enemy and bring it to an even battle (although there were few even battles when 8472 were involved).
"Saryn to Gheskori, may we talk?"
"Excuse me, Captain," Ghes held a hand up apologetically. "Of course, Saryn, I'll be right there... Where are you?"
Having traipsed all the way back to the Enzio and entered its upper decks, Ghes entered a darkened sickbay. The lights weren't completely turned out; they merely provided a certain, perhaps sombre ambience.
"Saryn," Ghes stood at the entrance to the office. The vulcan was sat stolidly at his desk.
Ghes stepped inside, "You seem disturbed." Saryn merely tilted his head. "I believe..." Ghes said, smiling and rubbing his hands as he approached, "I can... see it in your eyes." He shrugged slightly as he took the seat opposite. "Nonsense perhaps." After a slightly longer pause, he added, "Why did you ask for me. Telmak and his family?"
Seeing he'd hit somewhere near the truth, Ghes tried to venture forwards solely on impression from the vulcan's body language, soon finding that he was getting nowhere. "A species that has made an art out of emotional suppression..." he started.
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Allan Hood
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Post by Allan Hood on Feb 6, 2015 22:42:23 GMT
Colours of the promenade shot through his vision, smeared in horizontal lines of monochrome like the view from a fast moving shuttle running close by its parent vessel. It was a kaleidoscopic sight, such was the colour and vibrancy of Earth's Spacedock. Ghes observed the sight from a table outside one of his favourite establishments, sipping at Denobulan coffee. He'd yet to see any of his crew since he'd disembarked from the ship, assumed they'd scattered themselves across the base, or even headed to Earth's surface, to reconnect with friends, their interests - besides that of space exploration and the mission of Starfleet - and whatever else they liked to do with their spare time. He sipped at his coffee. He watched people walking up and down the promenade. There was no immediate mission in the offing; they had some time. He put the coffee mug down, one hand rubbing his chin. He wondered how long it would take them to understand that he hadn't gone mad, that it was the influence of Borg technology fused into his neck by that nightmare accident at the Denobulan Bioengineering Institute 17 years ago. [Before meeting with Mr. Telmak.] Junior-Grade Lieutenant Allan Hood stepped from the turbolift out onto the open, noisy, and multicolored promenade of the Earth Starbase. Flags and insignias hung from various eye-catching locations, the biggest being of the United Federation of Plants and Starfleet, of course. Various shops lined the edge, featuring cuisine and beverages from across the discovered galaxy. In addition to the well-known Alpha Quadrant Species, such as the Klingons, Vulcans and Ferengi, the starbase also featured alcoves, from the Beta and Gamma Quadrants, and finally, the Delta Quadrant. Considering the distance, native Delta Quadrant residents have been reluctant to travel so far from home. Recently, Delta-Quadrant alcoves invited passerbys to learn about the Ocampa, the Talaxians, and the Akritirians. Hood walked by the Akritirian partition to see if there were any signs or posting warning of their draconian government and justice system. There were not any, only a gentle reminder that “ignorance and naiveté is no excuse for wrongdoings.” Hood ordered a Terran tea, sweet and chilled from the closest vendor, thinking this may be the last homegrown sweet tea he may drink that is not replicated. After sipping his drink he came to the conclusion that he was too late for that indulgence. The junior officer turned and saw his new commanding officer, Rear Admiral Gheskori sitting alone at a table with drink in hand. TAG Gheskori
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Post by Gheskori on Feb 7, 2015 0:04:03 GMT
Gheskori was still debating internally whether his crew thought he'd gone slightly insane towards the end of the encounter with Species 8472 - no, he chided them in his mind, it was the inert Borg nanoprobes in his neck that caused me to walk like an automaton to the transporter room and lead them into that hellish version of the Domusara station - when a junior officer with gold collar turned his way.
The man was standing off to his left next to a crowd at the adjacent establishment. Leaning back in the chair, coffee in one hand, personnel roster in the other, Ghes compared the face in the profile he was viewing with that of the officer standing nearby.
"Lieutenant Hood," he said, suddenly realising. How bizarre, he thought as he stood up and on this occasion (Denobulan's were not fond of physical contact) shook his new officer's hand, "Rear Admiral Gheskori, Commanding Officer USS Enzio. I see you recognised me. Welcome to the ship, have you had an opportunity to board her yet?"
"Shore leave continues for another two solar days... After which we're scheduled to head out on a standard charting mission centred around the Vrilas system." Ghes saw the man seemed at a loss for things to say, glancing down at his tea cup. Ghes took a seat, grinning, "Will you sit for a while, finish the tea you don't seem to be enjoying so much?"
"So you served as Security Officer aboard the Victory?" he asked, sipping at his coffee, "I served on the Victory once, you know. Not the current top of the line ship but her older counterpart, the Vic-C, Nebula class, first as Navigation Officer, then first officer and eventually acting CO before the ship was mothballed in favour of the newly commissioned Enzio."
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A Romulan banned literature trader wandered onto the promenade, coming into Ghes's line of vision as he passed through the crowds somewhat awkwardly, a satchel across his chest. Ghes only spotted him once the Lieutenant was gone.
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Allan Hood
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Post by Allan Hood on Feb 7, 2015 3:21:08 GMT
"Yes, sir," the lieutenant said automatically, "I did, but wasn't sure, sir." Hood never shook hands with a rear admiral before. "No, sir. My wife and I just settled into our temporary quarters on the station. I'm looking forward to serving with your crew and seeing her in action, sir." Hood could not help feeling self-conscious; a junior-grade officer shaking hands with an admiral. He personally did not like feeling intimidated, but could not help himself. It was as if everyone was watching the two of them meet.
"The Vrilas System, sir?" Hood asked, "I never heard of it, sir." Hood wished he could remember anything about the particular system, but nothing came to mind. What could he say to an admiral? "Yes, thank you, sir," Hood said as he pulled out a chair, taking the admiral's invitation. "I grew up on sweet tea, sir. It's just hard to accept the replicated version,” he said taking another sip, “it’s just not the same, sir.”
“Yes, sir, it was my first post,” Hood began, “but I was only out there a couple months, sir. I was tasked to find a possible Species 8472, but to no avail, sir. I finally came to the conclusion that there was no Species 8472 on board, sir. I was to interview a Grazerite named Harash-kyat, but he was not available, sir. I could not imagine why someone would target Mister Harash-kyat unless he was a politician, sir. I was transferred just before my interviews were to begin, sir.”
Hood felt himself beginning to ramble and was swept away. “Grazerites are about as far from a violent people as one can find, sir. Even in their debates, each speaker agrees with the last, only to change the argument, ever-so-slightly, to their point of view, sir. In the end, they debate for hours on one topic, just by dragging out minute points to be edited, sir. Jaresh-Inyo, the President of the UFP from 2369 to 2373 is remembered as the great "peace-time president" of the Federation, sir.”
“I did not know you served on the previous Victory, sir,” Hood said glad to get off the subject, “they carried some impressive armory during the Dominion War and the Borg Incursions of 2376 and 2377 such as the Shield Disruptor and the Gemini Effect, sir. Doctor Paul Manheim is a genius, sir, in my opinion. Were you in the Dominion War or the Borg Incursions, sir?”
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Post by Tiana Galwyn Cet on Feb 8, 2015 20:19:37 GMT
"You have not spoiled anything," Savin said, carefully reaching out to her, "you have every tight to think about what happened, and how we were almost killed. How can you not?" He drew her closer and finally circled his arms around her as if to shelter her. "I am grateful you are here with me, and that you invited me. I do like spending time with you, very much."
That had made Tiana smile again. She relaxed into Savin’s arms. If safety had a physical manifestation, then this was it. It was something she had never felt before, maybe she had never been truly scared before. At this moment, however she couldn’t even imagine being scared.
She had brought an array of sweet things for dessert: a selection of fruit, fresh and dried and a few chocolate covered. She was nibbling on some dried mango when she felt a wave of dizziness wash through her, there was a slight crackling in her ears. It was startling enough that she dropped the mango.
Then as soon as it had started the dizziness was past. It could only have been a matter of seconds. She stared at the piece of mango lying incongruously on the blanket they were sitting on. She picked it up and took another bite as she turned back towards to Savin, of course he had noticed that there was something wrong, she smiled. “Just dizzy for a second.” She shook her head in puzzlement, “I guess I’m more tired than I thought.”
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She shrugged, “I’ll have a nap after lunch. Not to worry. Have you got any plans for this afternoon?”
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Post by Gheskori on Feb 9, 2015 0:40:46 GMT
"Doctor Paul Manheim is a genius, sir, in my opinion. Were you in the Dominion War or the Borg Incursions, sir?”
Ghes shook his head, staring down at his coffee for a moment, "Alas I was not. I joined the academy after the conclusion of the Borg's last assault. I can attest to Dr Manheim's genius though. I'm a scientist myself by background, in a slightly different field to Manheim's, but we scientists recognise each other's achievements across the disciplines. My first posting was actually as Science Officer on the USS Scavenger before moving to the Vic."
He craned his neck to the right, pulling down on his uniform collar slightly so Allan could see the scar tissue - two roughly circular marks set 2 centimetres apart - in his throat. A slight skin discolouration surrounded the marks, an area of light grey over the pink-grey of his normal Denobulan skin.
"Recognise these?" he asked. By the look on the lieutenant's face he could see that he did. "Borg assimilation tubules. At the Denobulan Institute of Bioengineering, where I held a research post before joining Starfleet, what we'd believed to be a dead drone plunged its tubules into my neck as I leant to scan its ocular implant.
"Luckily, my colleagues succeeded in pulling me clear before the tubules could take hold. The inert nanoprobes remain in my neck; they even partly reactivated during our last mission with the proximity of Borg Cubes... made me crazy for a while..."
Eyes lit up over the coffee mug, "Ah, ah, Mr Telmak! Mr Telmak!"
Captain's ready room, after the meeting with Saryn in sickbay...
"Very well, Lieutenant," Ghes answered Allan. "Once you've stowed your belongings you have a short time to acquaint yourself with your immediate junior officers. I believe the first duty shift is yours."
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Ghes smiled at the Enzio's new CTSO, watched him leave the ready room. He was glad to have the station occupied permanently again, after the unfortunate news of erstwhile Security Chief Rogers' indication he wouldn't be returning to the vessel.
A communication came through from the Starbase. Upon seeing the seal and its clearance level Ghes composed himself and pressed the accept button on his terminal. Ah... The indomitable duo. "Admiral Johns, Admiral Burke, what a pleasant surprise."
"Admiral Gheskori," Johns nodded grudgingly. He still wasn't over Ghes's acquittal of any wrongdoing in the Domusara system.
Burke's face tightened, seeming to stifle a grin. "Shore leave over?" Ghes nodded. "Good. You're due to head out to Vrilas and the surrounding sector in seven hours. I hope you're ready this time, Gheskori," Burke leant forward.
Gheskori played with a padd stylus impatiently. "This time? As always, Admiral."
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Allan Hood
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Post by Allan Hood on Feb 10, 2015 17:06:51 GMT
Captain's ready room, after the meeting with Saryn in sickbay..."Very well, Lieutenant," Ghes answered Allan. "Once you've stowed your belongings you have a short time to acquaint yourself with your immediate junior officers. I believe the first duty shift is yours." <Tag Hood>Ghes smiled at the Enzio's new CTSO, watched him leave the ready room. He was glad to have the station occupied permanently again, after the unfortunate news of erstwhile Security Chief Rogers' indication he wouldn't be returning to the vessel. Hood walked briskly to his quarters where Hood’s wife, Sami Jo, and his nineteen-month-old daughter Gracie waited. Sami Jo stood calming the baby as Hood rushed in. Gracie was just falling asleep and barely noticed her father entering. Sami Jo laid Gracie down in her recently unpacked toddler bed and played sounds of gulf waves crashing on the Florida coast. Sounded as if they were back home. Sami Jo walked from their shared bedroom to the main living area. "She went down easy; she had a big day today," surmised Gracie’s father. "Yeah, we were lucky," Sami Jo laughed, "she’ll be back to being harder to put down after the excitement dies down." “I have the first duty shift, I’m needed on the bridge.” Sami Jo looked at him, conveying the message that she wished she had more time with him before he had to go to work. “When I get off, we’ll take the baby down to the arboretum or the holodeck.” They still had luggage that needed unpacking. Most of the toys would be replicated again, only a few sentimental toys were packed with the rest of their belongings. “I’m going to hold you to that, Lieutenant,” Sami Jo said as she kissed her husband good-bye. “I’ll see you later.” The junior officers gathered in the mess hall before the morning duty shift. Junior officers from all departments were there, including security. Hood met with different species, covering mostly the Alpha Quadrant but with a few who found their roots in the Beta and Gamma Quadrants. None, that he knew of, claimed the Delta Quadrant as their home. “Lieutenant Hood!” called a familiar voice from the crowd over his right shoulder. A Ferengi named Otos E’kim, an Ensign now, came pushing through the crowd. “I thought I saw you earlier. It’s good to see you, again, sir.” “Good to see you again, too, Otos! You were transferred, too?” Hood and E’kim reminisced about searching the decks for Species 8472 and interrogating witnesses and/or potential 8472s in disguise. “I guess we did something right along the way,” Hood said alluding to their recent promotions, “I have to get to the bridge. I’ll see you later in Security.”
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Post by Allan Hood on Feb 16, 2015 0:48:46 GMT
After Sami Jo put down Gracie for her afternoon nap, the computer notified her of an incoming personal message from the Black Knight. “It’s good to see you, again, Sami. How have you been?” said Carson Hood, Sami’s brother-in-law.
“How have I been? It has been six years, Car,” Sami began, “Why are you contacting us?”
“I just heard of my big brother’s graduation from Starfleet Academy. Can’t I call in and congratulate him? Carson retorted.
“Your brother has also married and had a child, among other things in the past six years that you didn’t feel required your congratulations. Sorry if I seem suspicious.”
“Oh no, no problem, no offense taken, if that’s what you think. May I see my new niece?”
“I’m sorry, she’s napping. Allan’s on bridge duty. I’ll have him contact you the first chance he gets. Are you safe?”
“Well, as safe as can be expected, considering the circumstances. I look forward to hearing from him.”
While Hood sat at his terminal, he heard the helm receive the order to set a course to the Vrilas System. He heard a chim alerting him of an incoming personal message from his quarters. Sami Jo appeared on the small console monitor. “Allan, I just spoke to Car. He wants to congratulate you on your graduation.”
“Well, least we know that’s not the real reason he wants to talk. Did he say anything else?”
“I didn’t really give him a chance, just took the message.”
“Okay, don’t try to contact him and don’t tell him anything. I’ll talk to him later. Thanks for the heads-up.”
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