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Post by Carl Torek on Jul 9, 2015 23:51:02 GMT
~ Earth ~ He had remained on the Orbital Platform for three more days following his meeting with the Federation President ... The new rank was weighing heavily on him. He had never possessed any desire to advance through Flag Ranks, after all, he was a Star Ship Captain. It was what he had joined Star Fleet for, and meant to hold on to his Command as long as he could, even if it required him reducing his rank back to that of Captain ... He was sat in the garden of his newly rebuilt home on Marina Boulevard San Francisco, looking out over the Bay. The Bridge was gleaming as was Star Fleet Command Headquarters and the Academy in the noon sun. But he had other things on his mind, and they would be here shortly ...... He heard Bethan first, running through the house shouting: "Dadddyyyyyy !"Barely having time to get out of his chair, she slammed into him at a hundred miles an hour, knocking him onto his back, his Daughter atop kissing him relentlessly. Vanessa, his eldest adopted child was showing all the restraint of a Princess at a formal function, at least for the first thirty seconds, when she picked up her younger sister, depositing her on the immaculate lawn before throwing her arms around her Father, hugging him until he feared he would actually loose consciousness. The woman he had come to love stood patiently to one side, grinning, and waiting her turn ... Finally prying himself from the girls he told them to go get their rooms ready and change into something for swimming, the pool being a new addition to the property courtesy of the Federation apparently, as he hadn't had one before he left. "We ..... I ..... Thought you were not coming back." she said, silently sobbing into his shoulder after they had kissed. "I'm not going to pass up a new pool for anyone." he said, trying and failing to lighten the mood, "Listen, there's going to be some follow-up over what has happened, but unless you have any objections I'm going to take the Raven back to Star Base Forty Seven as soon as practical." "No ..." Chloe said, suddenly defiant, "We need to stay here for a little while, as a 'family' ..... Vanessa has been visiting her Father on a weekly basis since we've been here, but he is in no condition to ....." she fell silent. "The day may come when Scott is well enough to take care of her Chloe, we all know that, but until that day arrives she is my Daughter." "Our Daughter." Chloe whispered, "How long ... Before they send you out ?" "Hey. I'm a Fleet Admiral now ......." he said, kissing the top of her head as the bikini-clad girls ran past and plunged into the pool, soaking the two of them, "Let's enjoy what we have OK ?" "OK." Chloe said quietly, then yelped in surprise as he stood and lifted her off her feet and walked towards the pool. The Children screamed in anticipation, urging their Father on, and despite Chloe's protestations that she had a brand new outfit on, and had just had her hair done to welcome him home, without breaking stride he reacked the tiled edge of the pool and in one smooth motion threw her in .......... ~ OK Everyone ~
Shore Leave thread up and running Feel free to post whatever is happening since the conclusion of our last mission and what you are getting up to while back on Earth
We will be beginning a new mission shortly
Regards
Carl Torek
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Jon Park
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Post by Jon Park on Jul 10, 2015 1:09:30 GMT
Jon was still stilling in the lounge of the section 47 headquarters for what felt like...well forever. He had heard the Raven had returned to port however felt like he wanted to run for the shuttle to earth not back to another command.
He had spoken to the admiralty and accepted a demotion in rank not so much a punishment but it would look bad for a security expert and head of tactical to out rank the captain of the ship.
Jon stood and headed to the turbo lift "docking bay 12. USS Raven." The doors closed and he headed to the ship. As the lift climbed and shifted he held the padd and knew he would have to remove his rank pips and give them to his new commanding officer.
The lift opened and he entered the ship with out a problem, finding a young ensign Jon thought he knew he asked "is the commanding officer aboard?"
Just as the ensign was about to answer Jon heard his name and turned looking at someone he had not seen in many years.......
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OCC well everyone I have returned to my roots of writing please remember I will be a commander 1st class in story but a commodore is my current and correct rank
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2015 1:15:01 GMT
Home. At least that's how Will thought of the apartment he kept in San Francisco. It actually felt good to be back. This last mission had been stressful. He still couldn't believe that the Federation had actually detained them for trial to begin with but to actually begin a trial? Than stealing the Raven hadn't helped. But once they uncovered the conspiracy, it had begun to look up. Than came the battle and the destruction of another Starfleet vessel. And officers. This was what was haunting Wills dreams as of late. He hadn't been able to sleep much of the trip back to Earth. He was hoping that being home would help. At least shore leave began with good news. His CO and friend, Carl Torek, had been promoted to Fleet Admiral. There was no way Will could say that it wasn't very well deserved but he did question the whole timing of it. Had they done it as an apology to the Ravens commanding officer in hopes of no further future retaliation? They may never know. "Hmm. I think a CO Admiral needs an XO Captain." he joked as he sat his bags down. He kicked off his boots and walked over to the replicator. " Aldebaran whiskey." he said. He took the drink once it materialized and walked over to his favorite seat in the whole place. It was an old style, wooden Adirondack that faced out the balcony window over looking the bay. He sipped his drink and hoped a few more would help him sleep peacefully tonight.
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Calli Valente
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Post by Calli Valente on Jul 11, 2015 0:27:32 GMT
Calli had been annoyed at the way her Brother had been escorted off his ship and planned to complain to anyone who would listen. She knew that was going to get her exactly 'nowhere' so she went to the next best thing, the man who had adopted both her and Carl all those years ago ! Given her position of Deputy Head of Intelligence it was highly unusual that a door remained closed once she had informed those barring said door of just who she was, despite the visible rank. Alas, this was one of those times ... She was on one of the higher floors of Star Fleet Command and was currently 'in conversation' with a rather stubborn Captain, who after informing her that Admiral Tetsutaro wasn't actually in, went on to inform her that she would need an appointment if she wished to see the Head of Intelligence. "After all 'Commander' ....." he said, superior smugness oozing from every word, "Anyone could claim to be the Deputy, now couldn't they ?" The man, and his two highly amused 'sidekicks' were entrenched at the outer door that led to a corridor allowing access to numerous High Officials, including the Federation President. She considered physically removing the annoying threesome but, glancing over the mans head, she knew the automated defense systems would simply incapacitate anyone in their field of fire and then sit back and allow others to sort out the mess. Instead, she stepped back and turned to the table to the left of the door. A plexi-glass panel was set into the table in the near right corner, glancing at the trio she placed her hand on the glass and waited: Identification Confirmed :: Vice Admiral Callista Valente Current Assignment :: Deputy Head of Star Fleet Intelligence Serial number :: ST-942-5 .... She lifted her hand off the Padd halting the read-out and turned to the three Officer's baring the door. "Like I said 'Commander' anyo ...." he didn't finish the sentence as the door opened and Carl walked out. "Hi Calli." he said a little 'too' casually for her liking, and it was then that she noticed the rank insignia. She threw her arms around her half-brother and almost squeezed the air from his lungs before finally allowing him to resume breathing. She held him at arms length looking at the gold insignia each side of his collar. She was so pleased for Carl and his, in her opinion, well deserved and overdue promotion, but some tiny itch at the back of her mind wondered if it was a peace-keeper promotion ... No, they may want to show they made a terrible and in her opinion 'unforgivable' error in blindly believing the accusations against Admiral Torek, but they wouldn't simply promote him as a 'sorry' ..... "Fleet Admiral ... Sir !" she said, stepping back and throwing the most exaggerated salute she could manage. "I could have you shot for that you know." Carl said, "Pity you couldn't have been in the Presidents office Calli." he said, hugging her again, and over his shoulder she glared at the obviously nervous trio. Truth be told she had no knowledge of the events taking place, she had simply wanted to speak to Admiral Tetsutaro about the treatment afforded Carl on the Raven ... But they wasn't to know that, and were likely pondering the prospects of some back of beyond posting for the rest of what was to be a miserable career in the bowels of Star Fleet. "I'm going back to the ship to put a fire under the repairs, if you have no plans, maybe we can have supper ?" he said. "With 'ALL' due respect, Fleet Admiral ..... I think you should leave the Raven to those who know their jobs, unless that extra pip is already going to you're head, no, then OK .... I believe you're house is now fully restored. I think you should take the day off and go relax. I 'WILL' be there tomorrow as I believe you now have a pool, privilege of rank I suppose, but I have better news ....." "Do I need to 'order' you to continue ?" he asked after she fell silent. "Chloe, Vanessa, and Bethan are on their way back to Earth. They had gone away to take their minds of the publicity regarding our problem. So go home, get out of that uniform and enjoy the view. They should be landing in approximately four hours, so at least you have time to work on the decidedly 'pastey' complexion of yours." "Come today." Carl said, ignoring the complexion comment. "Yeh ..... Because the very thing you need for this homecoming is me sitting across from you, you idiot." "But you'll come tomorrow ?" he asked. "Yes ... I'll see if I can scrounge up a few of the Raven Command Staff, maybe you can christen that new barbecue the construction crew built. For the moment I have a small problem to sort out" she said, eyeing the three Officer's who were still contemplating the end of their prospects. Carl kissed his half sister and left her to it, he was looking forward to seeing what had become of his home, but impatient to see Chloe and his children again. As he left, Calli turned to the three men grinning. "Admir ....." the Commander began, but Calli raised her hand to silence him. "Relax Gentlemen. I'm not about to have you shipped off to the furthest Gulag. I was obviously unaware of proceedings, and you were correct in your actions in preventing me to simply walk through that door. I have every confidence that once you realized my identity you would have been more than happy to open the door for me, it just took a little 'too' long for you to get around to the scanner, which I had to get to of my own accord. For future reference, I suggest you have the scanner closer to the door, but a little discrete so Officer's and Dignitaries can use it almost 'casually' if you get me." "Ma'am, yes, and thank you for your comments, I apolog ....." Forget it Commander ... Oh, and while you are at it, make sure you 'FORGET' my actual rank !" she left the three silently thanking whatever deity they followed in the sudden resurrection of their careers .......... < tag : ALL ... >
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Marionette
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Post by Marionette on Jul 11, 2015 14:05:05 GMT
Since she was not currently at the helm of the USS Raven-B, Marionette was in San Francisco's oldest bookstore; Tang Brothers's Archive and Bookstore. It was a very old and very large gothic mansion, featuring 4 stories of atleast two dozen rooms per floor, with multiple basement chambers below it. Within its ornate gothic interiors were lots of rare and original books, as well as other obsolete data storage formats; 8 track tapes, computer floppy discs and hard drives, duotronic chips. The raw data within the archive/ bookstore was already long since backed up, and inserted into numerous computer databases, but Vincent, Jun, and Bill tang had insisted on opening an archive and bookstore, and restoring the (former) run down apartment complex, into a large gothic library mansion that was chock full of books and other dead formats of information storage.
They insisted that when you transferred words from the parchment pages of a book, or music from a record or tape-deck, to isolinear text or audio signal, the work of art loses its Chi, its spiritual essence. They allowed their assistants to transcribe new entries into the museum-library into isolinear format, just so that the thing might not be completely lost to the sands and winds of time, but they still insisted on keeping the originals from which it was transcribed from. Vince and Bill also insisted on charging an entry fee; one slip of latinum, or something of equal value, to get into the door, and of course, if you wish to buy or (god forbid!) break something, you must also pay its price.
For Marionette, everything about the place was very intriguing. It was, in her point of view, very much like stepping into a vast and alien world and culture. She couldn't put words to it, but even she could sense the .... Gravity of importance, that these leather tomes and obsolete primitive computers had. It fascinated her to no end, to be able to glimpse, of sorts, the past records of humans and other species, in their more original formats. She reached out to gently caress a stack of old books, most of which were labeled 'Star Wars', with sub-titles like 'The Clone Wars' or 'Rogue Squadron'. She idly wondered what the details of the stories were about, and how and/or why humans of that time would come up with such stories.
"Having a spiritual moment, yes ?" an old voice croaked out, colored by an asian accent. She quirked an eyebrow, and looked to her left, to see old vincent standing there next to her, smiling cleverly and with a bamboo cane in hand, fiddling with a string-ly moustache strand. "I am a positronic gynoid. i cannot feel 'spirituality', or any other emotion." This only made Vince cackle maniacally and smile with a devious gleam in his eye. "Ya coulda fooled me robot. I would bet six months worth of latinum, that i could've stood there silent as the grave, and watched you get lost in 'a galaxy far away', for days on end." he said, poking the stack of star wars books with his cane.
"but, i wouldn't be in another galaxy, i would be right here, in your bookstore." she said, not understanding his reference to a star wars tag-line. "Ah, but that is the magic of books; your body doesn't go anywhere, but your mind takes flight, further and faster than any starship, and with far more detail than any holodeck." he replied, tilting a finger at her, before putting it to the side of his forehead. "You are seeking something that the Federation, in all its technological advancement, cannot give you, And it is this, Magic, which has lured you here." he said, making a sweeping gesture to all of the papered books and tomes around them.
She stood there with a confused look on her face, obviously trying to compute 'books are magical' for afew minutes, and having old man vince cackle at her for it. "When it comes to a well written book, you don't seek to understand the book, the book already understands you." and he then limped his way to elsewhere in the library-museum.
Being left to the books around her, she picked up a black book, flipped it open and started reading. A Long Time ago, in a Galaxy Far, Far Away.....
She waggled both eyebrows, and then looked at where Vincent had been, only to go back to the star wars books for the rest of the day.
(OOC; i like the 'bbq at carl's' idea)
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Calli Valente
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Post by Calli Valente on Jul 12, 2015 20:03:21 GMT
After being told that Admiral Tetsutaro would not be available for the rest of the day, she gave up and decided to go into the City to do some shopping ... As she left Star Fleet Headquarters she realized that someone was following her. Taking the 'scenic' route through the gardens, she slowed to allow her shadow to close the distance. Professional he wasn't as he eventually had no option but to pass her. She grinned and continued her walk as the man vanished from sight ahead. she knew he was not too far away, so when he stepped out in front of her she was anything but surprised:
"Something I can do for you ?" she asked casually.
"I would like some information, then you are free to go on your way, Commander." the man said.
"About ?" she asked, already loosing interest. But she watched him look over her shoulders, both to the left and right, so she knew he wasn't alone, she assumed they were armed, if not openly showing their weapons, and his demeanor confirmed just that.
"Torek is guilty ... Not directly of course, but him and this 'Federation' ..."
"Right, OK, well ..." she said, amused as she was gauging the distance between them, "I'm going to be on my way now, so if you wouldn't mind asking your friends to relax, no-one will need to get hurt."
"You are going nowh ......." the man began, but she stepped forward and grasped his windpipe, rotating her body so he was between her and his friends, who both seemed at a loss. Squeezing she cut off his oxygen supply and whispered instructions into his ear for him to repeat:
"Tell your buddies here to turn and walk away. If they look back before they reach the north gate I'll stop you breathing on a permanent basis. Do we understand each other ?" the man nodded then she eased her grip enough for him to relay the instructions. The two men were obviously weighing up their chances of getting to her before she killed their colleague. They glanced around the park realizing there were simply too many people close enough to interfere. Without a word they turned and left ...
"You can let me go now." her prisoner wheezed. Calli looked at him as if he had just told her a joke.
"Oh no ... You are coming with me so we can continue our little talk. I'm interested in just 'who' think Admiral Torek was guilty, and what they intended to do if he was cleared." She eased the grip on the mans throat and allowed him to turn. She tapped her Comm badge and requested Security to her location, but the man had other idea's ... He twisted from her grasp and bolted. She gave him twenty meters then went after him, kicking the legs from under him easily, she dropped onto his chest and continued her conversation as if uninterrupted as a shuttle landed meters away, "I'm so going to enjoy our chat." she finished as two Security Officer's lifted him off the grass and into the shuttle.
He turned out to be part of some disillusioned group hoping to be rid of the Federation, and basically harmless. His colleagues were picked up within the hour and all three were sentenced regarding the attempted forced taking of a Star Fleet Officer ... Giving up on her shopping idea, she went to the nearest cafe and bought something to eat, then made her way to her apartment. Truth be told she did need a good nights' sleep, besides, she was looking forward to going to Carl's and seeing everyone tomorrow ..........
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Andae Blakus
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Post by Andae Blakus on Jul 15, 2015 5:21:38 GMT
Back at Earth again, Blakus thought once more, staring up at the night sky. Spacedock had been accurately predicted to emerge from the horizon somewhere westwards; he, and others of the Raven crew, their families and a few associated others, stood in a field watching the sight of the circular jewel of the Spacedock become apparent from amongst the stars (far beyond that horizon, of course) around it.
It shot overhead, the illusion of increasing velocity apparent as it was of course traversing much less distance when directly overhead than when approaching them from the horizon, and then receding from them into the east. Blakus tried to track the dwindling light of it with his hi-res zoom binocs - manually - and failed, the image shaking - or rather his hands shaking due to the cold - from the momentarily glimpsed sight of the 30 degree angle pitched Spacedock.
A tracking platform to his right turned on silent casters, its operator allowing the inbuilt computer to smoothly follow the ESD as it passed over this windy field, the machine's stabilisers correcting for the steady breeze and its computers for atmospheric turbulence and other disturbances.
"Blakus, this is the Raven. Are you in the middle of something?" Blakus looked around, sighing at his companions.
"What can I do for you crewman?"
"A Commodore is requesting your presence aboard the ship."
"A Commodore?" Andae's frown deepened, "What's going on? Command...? Nothing to do with Carl, I hope?" They'd all been acquitted, as far as he knew. The process had been a formality anyway: shortly upon arriving back at Spacedock they'd been led - the attendants escorting them almost embarrassed - off to an ante-room where the Court Martial Judge declared the charges to be invalid. The prosecution walked out feigning resignation as much as possible for the benefit of the Federation's justice system, while defence counsel Shaw made a half-hearted fist pump in the air and then shook hands with the Raven's CO and XO before edging from the room out of a different exit.
"No, sir. We have a new officer that's all, no changes in executive authority." A pause, "Please come up here, sir."
"Not without good reason," Blakus said, watching the eastward horizon as ESD - at which the Raven which he was communicating with was docked - shrinked to nothing more distinguishable than a bright star, then nothingness as it passed behind a bruised blue-black cloud formation.
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"Commodore, or should I say Commander 1st Class Park. I can barely believe it." Andae laughed, the feeling of it good after such a harrying, exhausting mission.
Just as the ensign was about to answer Jon heard his name and turned looking at someone he had not seen in many years.......
The engineer descended to the lower deck and shook his old academy friend's hand warmly and showed him around the bridge. After the brief tour he led his friend down to the mess hall.
"We should get on to the station, or even the surface. Sir." Andae said half-jokingly over his bottled beer, sitting opposite Jon Park (who Andae had also bought a drink for) in Ten Forward. Technically Jon outranked him, though the 'honourary demotion' seemed to be official and Blakus and Park once again shared the same seniority. They reminisced about their training mission, being joined in short order by Lieutenants Milyanov and Delik.
Andae was holding forth on his exploits on the Hepta mission, "And then. Do you remember when I came up with the plan to slingshot us around the Sun, taking us back into our own time, accurate to within a few milliseconds?"
Park seemed unimpressed, "If I remember correctly, Andae, if it wasn't for..."
"Ah," Blakus said, by this time nearing the end of his second bottle, "Jon, this is my assistant Chief Engineer Milyanov. And Lieutenant Delik is the assistant CTSO, though mind you the XO's always kept him close at hand - having held your post before. You're free of course to appoint your own department."
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Carl Torek
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Post by Carl Torek on Jul 15, 2015 20:59:00 GMT
Following the apparent acquittal, he had been seriously considering leaving Star Fleet and settling down with Chloe, Bethan, and Vanessa ... Fortunately, Chloe had the more sensible head of the two of them, and he reluctantly ceded to her wisdom in the matter. They had been away on holiday for almost a week, Carl was laying on a lounger watching the girls running back and to on the beech. beside him, Chloe was asleep, when a man approached them ... "Whatever you want the answer is no." Chloe said from under her wide-brimmed hat. The man stopped in his tracks, looking from one to the other before finally deciding on a course of action. He stood firmly in front of Carl and spoke: "Admiral Torek. I have been sent by Professor Carter of Star Fleet Archae ....." "We're on holidayyyy." Chloe said melodically. "Sir ..." the young Lieutenant continued, obviously fearful that the woman would get up and physically remove him, "Sir .. Something was found, in the Mojave Desert. Unfortunately, I am privy to what that was, but Professor Carter would like you to visit, he assures you that you will be with him for an hour at the most then can continue your ... Vacation." he said, risking a glance at Chloe, who seemed to be listening under the hat. "Holidayyyyyyy." Chloe sang quietly. "What does he want with me ? ... I'm hardly an archaeologist." "with all due respect Sir, I have no idea, but from what other's were saying, he must have found something important. At least, important enough to request the presence of a, Fleet Admiral." "You are going to go. You never could resist flattery." Chloe said, still under the wide-brimmed hat, "One hour Admiral, or we're going to have problems. You promised the children a show tonight, remember." Carl leaned over and lifted the rim enough to get beneath it and kiss her warmly, then lowering the brim he stood. "Which way Lieutenant ?" "Allow me Admiral." the man replied, tapping his Comm badge ... Seconds later he could feel the change in climate as he want from a warm light breeze to the sweltering heat of the Mojave Desert. "Well, no-one can say you are 'over-dressed' Admiral." an elderly man said, approaching with one hand extended as he looked at Torek's Bermuda shorts, t'shirt, and sandals grinning. Carl took the offered hand and asked what all this was about. Carter, while hoping to draw out the tale of his discovery, simply shrugged and asked Carl to follow him, "We have been digging here for almost six months, clearing out what we can of the old complex that was here before the war. Once done they will finally build here. Despite climate control we never really mastered lowering the temperature here, yet people seemingly want the dry climate ... No accounting for taste I suppose." he said, entering a temporary air-lock into a clean room. Carl looked around the room, tables with what seemed like antiquated equipment were around the walls of the room, and there was a large table in the center, they headed there and Carter picked up a plastic-coated sliver of paper embedded in the protective covering. He handed it to Carl and waited. ..... sible that the radio signal is of 'Human' origin. We have deciphered thirty percent and are working on a means of attempting two-way communication, but as yet lack the power to do so ..... "I don't see why this would interest me." Carl said, placing the note on the table carefully. Carter shrugged and picked up a second, handing that to him. ..... een four weeks since last signal received. We have sent numerous replies but fear that without the array we simply do not have the power available. We have acquired three new generators and have spliced into the main power conduit between the cities of Indian Wells and Ridgequest, but fear our actions may be discovered as we have received information that the Military are close to discovering our location. We will endeavour to succeed before we are captu ..... . May be impossible to understa ..... . . . . Research Director . Carl Torek "Hardly unusual Professor." he said, lowering the parchment-like note to the table, "My name isn't unique." he said, knowing exactly what the elderly gentleman before him was going to say: "You know that isn't true Admiral. You are half Vulcan on you're Fathers' side ..... When this note was written, we had never been in contact with anything 'extra-terrestrial' let alone had a child been conceived as a result of that meeting." he said, taking a PADD and opening up a file before turning it to Torek, "Here is a sample of your handwriting. It's from notes you were making while at the Academy. Even then it was unusual to actually 'write' things rather than record them .... Here, is the segments of the note you just read, yes ?" he said, waiting for his guest to confirm what he was looking at as he transferred the image to the large screen on the wall. "Computer .. Compare both segments .. Calculate probability that both were written by the same hand." Carter said. "Working .. .. .. .. There is a ninety nine point seven percent probability that both segments were written by the same hand." the computer said matter-of-factly. "So, you see why I was interested in this, and why I asked you here." the Professor said, but Carl was stumped, he looked at the man with something approaching a blank expression, then asked a question that had been on his mind for the last minute or so: "When where these segments from exactly ?" "By pre-Federation dating ? ...... This note is from the year nineteen eighty four." ..........
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Post by Carl Torek on Jul 17, 2015 23:56:55 GMT
He almost laughed ......
"There must be some mistake." he said, picking up both fragments, holding them up to the light as if illumination was going to supply all the answers, "I am pretty sure I wasn't around what, over five hundred years ago. So whatever you have here is not what you think. I'm sure if we checked thoroughly enough we could find another 'Carl Torek' it is as simple as that." he said, putting the two pieces on the table and turning to leave.
"I took the liberty of requesting a 'DNA' comparison using the sample we have on file in your service record." Carter said quietly, knowing it would get Torek's attention, "There is no doubt Admiral."
"I assume you have some explanation for this then ... 'OTHER' than me having been around to write this ?" he asked, Professor Carter simply shrugged as if it was blatantly obvious. Carl thought about what he was hearing and dismissed the idea the he had actually 'been' in nineteen eighty four and had written the note. He made a decision:
"I want 'ALL' work on this site suspended immediately ..... Reassign all but three of your must Senior and trusted colleagues. I will be back in twenty four hours and we can continue this, discussion, then."
But Carter was furious !
"You cannot do this, we have worked on thi ....." but Torek interrupted him:
"You will follow my instructions, to the letter, Professor. Or I will take this 'facility' away from you and assign someone else to continue your work before it is flattened beyond recognition ... I am returning to my Family. I will be back here at zero eight hundred hours ... Until then, there will be no work carried out, and no word of what was discovered here."
"But I have already informed the Office of Historical Research ! ..." Carter said panic running through every fiber of his mind, "They are requesting further information and wish to send several other teams into the area."
"Tell them you were mistaken." Carl said, "Tell them you results were tainted and you will need more time to investigate before anyone else is assigned to you."
"But ..... WHY !" Carter pleaded.
"Because I am asking you to, Professor ....." Carl said quietly, "This 'evidence' shows that at some point I was in the past. I obviously have no knowledge of that, so it leaves numerous options open to us ... Just some, off the top of my head, I went back and changed things so we have what we have today ... I went back and was responsible for so many changes that the Federation as we know it didn't exist ... I never went back and this is all some elaborate joke. To what end I couldn't imagine, but still a plausible option, personally, I'm inclined to believe that some of your students are playing one hell of a prank at your expense, that is just a few ... So ... Shut this place down, reassign your teams, and be here in the morning ready to work." he finished, motioning to the young Lieutenant, who had been stood off to one side awaiting instructions.
Ten seconds later he was back on the beech with five minutes to spare .....
"So, why are they revolting again ?" he whispered to Chloe, who 'shushed' him for the umpteenth time.
"What's that Innkeepers name again ?" he asked, annoying his Daughters to the point where they had to say something despite their surroundings:
"It is called Les Misérables .... It is set in nineteenth century France, where ....." Bethan began, but then changed tack, "There is a bar you know Daddy, I'm sure Mummy, Vanessa and I will be alright if you want to go have a erm, drink. we could meet you at the front when the show is over." she whispered, keeping one ear and one eye on the stage.
"No ... I'll stay. After all I did promi ....."
"Then 'Shut Up' Daddy ... Please." Bethan said, effectively ending the conversation, but Chloe was watching him and knew something was not right. While she obviously never expected him to divulge confidential information or anything 'mission' related, unless it involved their personal safety, she did expect something by means of reassurance. She looked at him and increased the grip on his hand in her a fraction.
"I'll tell you later OK." he whispered, before turning to Bethan and smiling. She gave him her best glare then returned her attention to the stage.
After a moment he too managed to start to enjoy the show that had effectively been running, albeit with numerous lengthy breaks and revived only recently, for over three hundred years. He even found himself getting caught up with the 'audience participation' during the 'Master of the House' number. he looked at Chloe, then at the Children, wondering what, if anything, his apparent trip into the past had done ..........
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2015 2:04:35 GMT
Will could hear the beeping and was following the torpedo on the monitor. He tracked it all the way to it's target.
*BEEP *BEEP
Than there was the explosion. Another Starfleet vessel left in pieces. Although he knew it was coming, the explosion still startled him. He jumped and was suddenly awake, still out on his balcony and sleeping in his Adirondack. But he still heard the beeping. He finally realized the noise was coming from his personal computer. He stood, stretched and made his way inside. His head was hurting and his mouth was dry. He had stopped counting his Aldebaran whiskeys at six. He reached the monitor and tapped in his code. The message popped up and the display was blurry at first. He took a moment and wiped his eyes. That helped it clear up. It was an invite to a bar be que at Carls.
"Just the kind of thing we need after that last encounter." he muttered. He typed in his acceptance and sent it back. Turning to check the time, he decided he had time for some legitimate sleep. He grabbed a quick shower and dropped into his bed.
TBC.......
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Post by Andae Blakus on Jul 20, 2015 17:09:21 GMT
Andae took his leave from Park and headed to the station. He felt drawn to O'Toole's, then realising his stupidity - that they were not at Starbase 47 but at Earth Spacedock - he headed to his appointed residential quarters instead. He'd decided to keep a place on the station and not head to the surface; Rome was quiet at this time of year, and while he would usually appreciate the solitude after such a fraught mission, he was drawn to the crowds, and all the better this time to keep an eye on the Raven.
Lieutenant Commander Bligh having been reassigned from Starfleet Engineering to another starship - as Chief Engineer - Andae didn't have his usual 'drinking buddy' to meet at Earth Spacedock's most popular watering hole. After donning civilian clothing, he headed to the bar anyway, hopeful he'd find some other old colleagues on downtime between missions, or perhaps Raven crew.
Sure enough at the bar, there was sitting over his drink a colleague from the old USS Victory-C. "I keep running into ghosts of the past... Is this some life montage?" Blakus asked, taking up a chair next to the man. It was Commander Holland, one of Andae's two assistant chiefs from his Victory days, now first officer of the USS Smolensk.
"Blakus. Sir." Holland coughed and sat up, "You're out of uniform?" he squinted.
Andae wondered how long Holland had been in here. "Yes, glad you noticed. And no, I haven't resigned." He turned to the mechanical bartender, "Two synthehols and a glass of water for my friend."
"Yes, sir," it beeped, "And may I say it is a pleasure to have the USS Raven back at Spacedock. Your ship and its crew are a true asset to Starfleet." The mechanical thing bowed awkwardly and headed to the other side of the bar to prepare drinks. Andae raised an eyebrow and shared a surprised look with Holland, who shrugged.
He felt footsteps approaching behind him. "Did I hear the name Raven?" Andae turned around; it was a blue collared lieutenant that'd approached them. The man's face was red; Andae couldn't work out if he was embarrassed or... "You're traitors to the fleet!"
Talk about polar opposites, the Raven CEO thought. "And who are you, mister? You should know we've been acquitted of all charges."
"You killed my uncle on that relay station! At P Cynex!" the man shrieked, shaking and trembling. Two of his presumed... friends had approached from behind, glaring at Blakus and Holland.
"Not me," Holland said, pushing himself back on his seat and into the bar where the mechanoid had just placed his sobering drink of water.
"It was Captain Franks of the San Jose, friend." Andae said tiredly. He glanced at the other two before returning to the blue-collared officer. "I suggest you go back to your drinks, cool off a bit. I apologise for your -"
He struck the deck, a stinging blood-rushing sensation in his nose and cheek. The chairs went flying. It took a few seconds for Blakus to realise what'd happened; he'd been punched in the face. This had happened all too often in his early career - when he had hung around with then Lieutenant Holland, although his old assistant chief had not been a bar regular back then - and he'd usually come off worse.
As he climbed back to his feet, furious, he sensed that Holland had also picked himself up and was swinging his toppled bar stool at one of their supposed fellow officers. "No, Commander!"
"Not in here. Please, not in here," the mechanical bartender was bleating.
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Post by Marionette on Jul 21, 2015 16:22:18 GMT
Marionette, having finished reading quite the stack of books at Tang Brothers's Archive and Bookstore by sunset, had beamed back up to Spacedock, went onboard the Raven, and had a short 'nap' recharge. When she was finished, she saw the invite message for a barbeque party at Torek's house; 'Notification: event: barbeque, at Fleet Admiral Torek's residence, in 9 hr, 36 min. So, there was plenty of extraneous time to spend.... She Steri-wiped and changed into a layered and lacey, slinky, yellow and pink and green hexagon bohemian sundress, accented with a black woven belt and wooden wedge-heel sandals. Marionette then went to go find Andae Blakus "Computer, locate Commander Blakus." The computer beeped and then answered "Commander Blakus is located at the Earth spacedock cantina."=-= Exiting the turbolift, she walked down the few promenade that led to the Spacedock bar. Marionette turned left and entered the establishment - to see a small bar fight in a corner of the bar. "Not in here. Please, not in here...." the mechanical bartender was bleating from behind the bar. 3 other officers were fighting with Blakus and one other officer.... She lofted a brow, and then acted. Marionette stepped in between the two just as the lost-an-uncle lieutenant grabbed a random drink bottle and raised it to smash Blakus in the face with it. She grabbed said lieutenant and neck-lifted the guy off of his feet "Stop this and expl-" and got smashed in the face with said bottle for her troubles.... it broke into afew chunks across her nose as she closed her eyes briefly, and the bottle hosed her down in 2 pints of cheap beer. She was very nearly annoyed. Marionette slammed him down into a seat and kept him there with ease, towered over him all scary-like (in spite of her current attire, and now smelling like a 6-pack). All he did was scream obscenities at Marionette and repeatedly head-butted his forehead into her durasteel skull. This only had the effect of drawing more officers over into the flying ruckus.... Also, someone had started up a disco song on the jukebox terminal. www.youtube.com/watch?v=eP0rnElZXa0(having us a brawl, yall ?) <TAG; Blakus>
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Post by Carl Torek on Jul 21, 2015 18:14:38 GMT
It was almost midnight at his home on the shore of Lake Geneva ... Following Les Misérables they had eaten then returned home. The children were in bed and he and Chloe were sitting outside enjoying the moonlight. He had been telling her what Professor Carter had apparently found in the Mojave Desert when the Comm chirped to life ... Sighing, he reached out and activated the device: =^= Admiral Torek .. Apologies for disturbing you this late Sir .. Commander Nyllam .. Star Base Security =^= =^= What can I do for you Commander ? =^= he asked, reaching for his drink. =^= Sir .. .. We received reports of a disturbance in one of the bars on the Base .. It appears that several of your Officer's were involved .. Given they are your crew I thought it prudent to contact you regarding what actions should be taken .. Regarding reprimands et cetera ? =^= =^= I'm not with you Commander =^= Carl said, admittedly wondering to himself if he had had one too many cognac's .... =^= Sorry Admiral .. I thought you would prefer dealing with your crew yourself Sir =^= =^= And why would you think that 'I' would prefer to deal with them exactly ? =^= he asked, seeing Chloe wagging a finger at him out of line of sight of the suddenly flustered Security Officer. =^= Well Sir .. .. .. It was jus .. .. .. =^= =^= Deal with them as you would any other brawling Officer's Commander .. Just try to have them released by the end of the month .. I have the feeling I may require their presence by then .. .. Goodnight Commander =^= he said smiling, before closing the Comm and returning to the lounger and Chloe. "You really shouldn't let that new rank go to your head you know." she said trying to keep her face straight. He just shrugged as if he had no idea what she was talking about. "Hey ! ..... Did you see me pulling rank at all Madam ?" Earth Orbital Space Dock:
The Commander took a few seconds to compose himself after his conversation with the Fleet Admiral, then turned to face the room ..... Along the wall, fifteen men 'women' and one Android, were lined up ... Several bruised Security Officer's were seemingly holding them at gunpoint along the far wall. The Bar, thirty minutes ago one of the more popular places to socialize, was in tatters ... Broken chairs, tables, glasses of countless descriptions were strewn around the room. Nyllam looked along the line, hovering on the Raven Officer's for a fraction longer than necessary before he stepped back. "Lock them up ?" he said simply .......... < tag : All at the brawl ... End result as above >
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Post by Andae Blakus on Jul 22, 2015 20:24:54 GMT
Blakus had managed to escape the clutches of the security guards as they'd flooded the bar when the fight had begun reaching some intolerable climax (where he felt if he'd remained he would've ended up in an infirmary just by being in the thick of the action and not necessarily offering any punches).
Now there was an element of survivor's guilt as he imagined the other officers involved lined up before the security chief dealing with the issue. He headed back to his Spacedock residential quarters - battered and bruised and avoiding the curious glances of Starfleet and civilian passers-by alike - and composed a message to Base security.
A science division lieutenant, approximately 5'10'', late 30s perhaps, brown-grey hair. He should be somewhere in your line up. He started the fight, attacking Commander Holland, also likely in your line up, and myself with two of his accomplices who I'm sure he'll identify once you've pinpointed him. In addition I recommend the android be free to go - without whom I would likely be in sickbay with multiple face lacerations from broken glass. I cannot comment on the others.
Regards,
Commander 1st Class Andae Blakus
With the message sent he quickly departed his quarters, leaving his commbadge on his bedside table in case base security decided to try and catch up with him for further questioning... and headed for the holodecks, dropping by sickbay on the way. A raw purplish bruise was developing around the rim of his eye and cheek, dark lines extending down to his jawbone. He couldn't walk around like this for very long, but at least the grief-stricken lieutenant hadn't drawn any blood from him.
"Before I knew it I was on the floor," he said, perched on the edge of the biobed.
"And you didn't fight back?" the medic asked sceptically, using their autosuture device to heal the epidermis damage.
Blakus shrugged, the movement causing him to gasp with discomfort, "Well I can't say I didn't defend myself. I may have knocked a couple off their feet..." He glanced nervously at the door, "I can't be staying too long, by the way."
"It will take as long as it takes, Commander."
Blakus didn't agree. He was out the door and inside the holodeck in the next five minutes. The simulation was a mock-up of the Raven's main engineering... Holograms of his officers surrounded him, running a test on the core with the matter and anti-matter combined to a level to produce a plasma output that would give a warp velocity 0.08 higher than the supposed maximum rated speed of the Galaxy class Mk III.
Holo-Milyanov stood with his back to Blakus, using a wall mounted display, "Warp velocity, 0.035 above theoretical maximum, projections indicate it will continue to climb."
"Containment fields steady at 0.014% fluctuation about average magnetic flux density. Continuing to survey constrictor alignment, sir."
"Acknowledged. Confirm readiness for speed increase," Andae said. The readiness reports came through and he fed the data to the virtual helm officer - not actually there of course, only in a set of computer subroutines... the simulation not extending far beyond the walls of engineering. The speed increased to 0.07 above max rated warp factor (though of course this was just a simulation), and Andae congratulated himself on evading base security. He had nothing to answer for anyway! he thought happily.
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Post by Carl Torek on Jul 22, 2015 22:22:10 GMT
He woke to the children running around the garden. Chloe had been up some time and had prepared a fruit breakfast for him. She had arranged to take the girls out for the day so it was going to leave him to catch up on some reading he had been promising himself, but given the revelations of the previous day he was eager to return to the Mojave Desert and the dig ... But first he would need to contact the ship. Tapping the screen in the kitchen he called the Raven:
=^= Admiral .. Good morning =^= Harry Wedlerson said, hoping he wasn't going to be quizzed on where the Senior Staff were.
=^= Relax Harry .. .. .. I know what happened .. How is the refit going .. Any timescale yet as to when we can get underway ? =^=
=^= Well .. Now that the Maintenance Staff are not looking at us like lepers things are going pretty well .. The Chief say's we could be out of here in six maybe seven days Sir .. .. .. Admiral .. Given you are 'aware' of last nights events do you have any idea when we'll be getting our Senior Staff back ? .. There's only so much I can sign off on without higher authorization =^=
=^= Fair question Harry .. OK .. As of this communication you are in temporary Command as Senior Ranking Officer until either I or one of the other's get's back aboard .. You have full authorization to make decisions on the refit and upgrades .. If you get stuck give me a shout OK .. Security shouldn't keep them 'too' long =^=
=^= That Commander seemed more than pleased to 'inform' me he was holding half the Bridge Crew of the 'famous' Raven .. I would have thought he may have contacted you Sir as a courtesy =^=
=^= He did but that's between us OK .. .. .. On another note there is something I need you to do for me .. .. .. .. .. =^= he finished with a wink as he closed the Comm and went to eat.
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After seeing Chloe and the girls off on their day out, he requested transport ... Forty minutes later he was back in the sweltering heat of the Mojave Desert .... The site, only a day ago bustling with personnel, was almost deserted ... Only four people remained now, and they were the ones the Professor trusted completely.
"So how much more have you learned ?" he asked.
"Well, given you rid me of ninety nine percent of my staff, very little !" Carter said, obviously annoyed and frustrated with Torek, "We have managed to complete the sub-strata scans and it looks like the facility was some sort of research or experimental station. We can only speculate obviously, given nothing remains, though interestingly, we have found thirty platforms spaced equidistant from each other in a diamond pattern. It suggests there 'may' have been radio telescopes installed at some point before they were dismantled."
"Have you informed anyone else of you're findings ?" Carl asked.
"No ... Admiral ... I followed your orders to the letter. Neither Star Fleet Command or the science Division have any inkling that we have found anything but dust and sand. You're insistence that all but my current Staff leave strengthens that hypothesis."
"Good." was all he could reply as he looked out into the distance as the heat formed a ripple effect as if rose from the burnt ground.
"You cannot keep this quiet Admiral." Carter said suddenly, "Either you alone, or the Raven en-masse went back in time. Star Fleet Command need to be aware of that fact, and with all due respect, if you are not willing to inform them then I will have no option but to do so myself ... The evidence is incontrovertible .. You 'MUST' see that !"
"Yes, I do ....." Carl said with a sigh as he tapped his Comm badge:
=^= Harry .. Ready ? =^= he asked, seeing the Professor's brow furrow in confusion.
=^= Locked on to four life-signs not counting your own Admiral =^=
=^= Energize =^= he said, seeing the look of shock and realization on the elderly Professors' face as he vanished from sight.
=^= We have them Sir =^= Wedlersaon confirmed.
=^= Good .. Keep them incommunicado and have Engineering disable the replicator's in their quarters .. Put them up in the 'VIP' suite's Harry .. No point in upsetting our guests any more than necessary .. Torek out =^=
Looking around the now abandoned site, he wondered vaguely how all this was going to turn out ..........
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Post by Marionette on Jul 23, 2015 1:13:55 GMT
Marionette was in an interview room, a ten by ten cell-like room with 2 force field doors, an interview table, and an audio-visual camera dome on each of the 4 ceiling corners. "Now tell me again, why you were in the brawl, smelling of beer and dressed in a .... questionable manner, and...." the officer checked a datapadd "....Restraining Lieutenant Grantson, in a chair."
"I was attempting to ascertain why he was intent on assaulting Commander Blakus" Marionette said matter of factly, but not missing the 'dressed like a sl-[bleep]' remark. "It was not my doing, that Grantson chose to continue resisting me in a forceful physical manner.... Also, my attire is not subject to your opinion." she said, a hint of almost-sarcasm in her voice.
"Thanks for clearing that up, Commander." the officer said in a deadpan snark. He picked up the short stack of datapadds and moved towards the forward entrance of the room. "Return her to the brig." he said, speaking to another officer, who allowed the jag officer to step through the forcefeild, and direct 4 other guards to escort Marionette back to the brig cell she had been placed in before making her statement on the incident.
Being walked out of the opposite door that the jag officer had exited through, Marionette was led down a hallway, around a corner and into a standard 8 by 10 brig; 2 bunks, a refresher suite inset into a wall, and a small outlet of power terminals that had been allowed to accommodate her electrical needs. Stepping over the ankle-high partition, she entered the brig cell and had a seat on the bed.
~bzzt~ The force field went up, and then the quartet of guards walked away to elsewhere.
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An hour and 23 minutes and 34 seconds pass, before another officer walks by with a Padd "Guess what..... You made bail." he said, half-jokingly. Marionette cocked her head to the side and lofted a brow. "Made Bail ?" she echoed, not sure what he was referring to.
"Grantson's statement, other witness testimony, the AV records, and a transmission from your higher-ups corroborate; he started the trouble, and you saved a CO from a bloody face." he said, showing her the Padd.
"So, you're free to go with a warning; Don't be in the middle of every ruckus you walk in on, good-natured as it may be to try to solve it yourself. We don't like it when fly-girls try to do Jag and security jobs." he said, making a shame-on-you finger gesture with both hands, before deactivating the force field and leading her to the brig's exit processing area.
It would be on her record as a Formal Warning.
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Post by Andae Blakus on Jul 27, 2015 16:59:36 GMT
With the task to improve the warp core's operational facility complete, Blakus returned to his residential quarters on the Spacedock. The place was gloomy - as per usual, his room had degenerated from its previous pristine state to little better than a Starfleet cadet's lodgings at the Academy.
A light flickered from the small personal console in the room's corner, illuminating the surfaces of his commbadge. He collected the badge with a wry smile, forgetting that he'd cast it off to avoid being followed by base security in the wake of the unfortunate bar fight, then sat in the chair to read the incoming communique. 'Notification: event: barbeque, at Fleet Admiral Torek's residence, in 6 hr 23 min.'
"Why has he springed this one on us...?" Blakus murmured, not sure for a moment if he'd said it aloud. His mind was whirring, thoughts rising to the surface and seeming to vocalise themselves in his ear - a sure sign of tiredness. He supposed on the other hand that the Admiral - surely having heard of some of the Raven staff's incarceration - would've cancelled the engagement by now, and would be busying himself with other matters.
He checked the roster of Starfleet personnel currently aboard Spacedock for Torek's name, soon realised his foolishness as of course his security clearance wouldn't allow for him to identify persons more than one step in rank above him. Fleet Admirals weren't meant to be searchable by line officers - they went about invisible, being in the upper echelons of command... He could be on the base, he could equally be on the surface... Andae could return to the Raven... that way he'd be able at least to exclude one possible location.
He had himself patched through to Wedlerson on the Raven. "Harry, how are repairs coming along?"
"Fine, sir, fine... Just trying to stay out of the way of these leeches." Despite the admirable attempt, Wedlerson was unable to keep the strain out of his voice. Blakus presumed he was referring to the base maintenance staff. "Can I help you with something in particular, Commander?"
"No thank you, Harry... Well, is the Admiral aboard?"
"No, sir. I believe he's still on the surface, in the Mojave Desert."
"The Mojave Desert? What on Earth is he doing there?"
"We have four scientists and archaeologists aboard in VIP quarters," Wedlerson replied, "They were working on a find in the Desert... The Admiral had me beam them aboard." Blakus asked for what reason. "I believe he wanted to disrupt their research but beyond that, sir, I don't know."
Blakus looked on suspiciously, peering at the screen as if the words regarding the barbeque would spring out, illuminate themselves as to their true meaning. "Is this the site of the barbeque, Harry?"
The reply was slow in coming, "I beg your pardon, sir?"
He sighed, "Where's the XO?"
"Also on the surface."
"Right." Blakus closed the channel and swung around, considering his options. A barbeque invite seemed a most unusual proposition to make to the crew at this time... Most were still catching up with their own families, as surely as Torek would've been catching up with his. He opened a channel to Starfleet Command on the surface and requested the location of XO Jamison... He was granted - through a favour owed to him by a colleague at headquarters, who he'd saved from a mass Cardassian assault during the reformed Union's attempts to regain territories lost during the Dominion War - an already open channel to Jamison's quarters.
His voice emanated rather loudly into the room from the terminal, "Commander Jamison? Are you awake? Wake up, sir. Sir? Wake up."
<Tag Jamison>
"I believe the Admiral's created an excellent diversion, Will. He's in a desert researching an archaeological dig, and has the rest of us heading to a barbeque in about 6 hours." Blakus deflected the incoming protests. "No, he's planned this... Why would he take off to the desert by himself when he could be sitting in the sun with his family soaking up Californian sunlight, of a... more temperate variety." Blakus coughed, "He's on to something, I don't know what but he doesn't want the rest of us to be involved, perhaps for our own safety."
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Post by Carl Torek on Jul 27, 2015 19:17:08 GMT
Archaeology wasn't one of his favorite subjects ... To be perfectly honest, he couldn't tell one rock from another, and it suited him just fine. After several hours he was no nearer finding out anything than when he had first arrived. The Professor had made countless hand-written notes to himself on a myriad of subjects Carl assumed were all connected to the dig. He was about to bring the man down from the Raven when his Comm badge chirped to life almost making him jump: =^= Torek =^= he said after activating the communication. =^= I am going to assume something of vital Federation importance came up and you are in some high-level meeting as we speak =^= he recognized Chloe's voice, and the obvious sarcasm in her tone. =^= Sorry ? =^= he asked, confused. =^= I am stood on our kitchen looking out onto the bay .. There are also several Officers mingling around the garden who are rather hungry =^= It dawned on him that he had arranged a barbeque for his Senior Staff. Mouthing the word 'damn' he promised to be home momentarily, then closing the Comm he tapped the badge once again and had the Raven beam him directly to his home. It was obvious he would have some apologizing to do at some point later in the evening ...... ~~~~~~~~~~They had been enjoying the food and drinks for the last couple of hours, Bethan and Vanessa were in the pool playing and Carl felt totally relaxed for the first time in a long, long, time ...... He was stood with his arm around Chloe as a Star Fleet commander approached and stood off to the side waiting. "Commander ?" "Admiral, I have this for you Sir." the woman said, handing Carl a PADD. Glancing at Chloe he placed his thumb on the DNA reader and the device sprang to life. "Get yourself something to eat Commander. Chloe, ask Will and Andae to join me. I'll have a reply in ten minutes." he said, turning to go into the house. Sitting at his desk, Chloe leaning against the door frame as his Exec' and Second Officer came into the house. He motioned for them to take a seat while he continued to read. "How is the refit coming Gentlemen ?" he asked, receiving a concise report from his Executive Officer and likewise from his Chief Engineer, that they would be completed in twenty four hours, "Good, We've been assigned to the Tokletti System, it seems we have lost contact with several of our outreach terra-forming families out there." "Admiral, are we taking the Professor along for the ride ?" Blakus asked. Carl had all but forgotten about the archaeology team incarcerated on the Raven ... Obviously taking them was not going to happen, and he realized that he had only one option, he would need to inform Command of the evidence the Professor had uncovered. Not that he had any intention of keeping the evidence secret, he had wanted to find out as much as possible before taking it upstairs, so to speak. He stood, his Officer's following suit, then he walked back through the house towards the garden. Chloe was stood waiting ... He told Andae and Will to go back and enjoy the refreshments then walked over to her. "We're going back." she said, making it more statement than question. He leaned forward and kissed her. "Not today no, Day after tomorrow maybe. I have to go to Headquarters for an hour, keep our guests entertained." They walked into the garden and he found the Officer who had brought the orders, "Let's go Commander." Minutes later he was walking into the Head of Star Fleet's Office .......... < tag : All .. Enjoy the BBQ guys n gals >
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Post by Andae Blakus on Jul 29, 2015 2:01:34 GMT
"Coming through!" Blakus dived down the passageway, trailing several of his contributions to the barbeque behind him. He'd given himself - in those all too short hours between his communication with Wedlerson, formulation of a theory regarding the Mojave and his awakening of Jamison - three hours of sleep before heading to the barbeque. Predictably, he was late.
He was barely dressed when he'd left his residential quarters on the Spacedock, still donning his gold-division shirt never mind his formal uniform jacket - which was creased and horrors of horrors not altogether clean.
No finer weather could be hoped for for a barbeque - one in the old-fashioned sense when the pastime/social event had been popular in the 20th and 21st centuries. Carl Torek's residence was bathed in early afternoon sunlight; the invited members of the crew milled about the back garden, at the front of which - nearest to the house - was a large elongated grill with a black hood. Steam and smoke rose from the grill, carried away tentatively by the light breeze. The invitees were brightly dressed in summery attire, in stark opposition to Blakus's formal uniform that was neither clean nor uncreased.
After being briefed along with the XO by Carl in the flag officer's study, he stepped back out into the dazzling sunlight and approached a circle of officers, recognising two of his engineers amongst them. "Milyanov." He smiled, joining if not forcing his way into the group, "Excellent to see you at one of these events. I thought you'd be visiting your relatives in Omsk?"
"Despite climate controls, the folk in the northeast still prefer the cold this time of year," Milyanov replied. Champagne sparkled in the sun as officers raised their glasses.
Blakus was mystified, "Cold in the middle of summer?"
Milyanov turned to the assembled officers and their families. "Ladies and gentlemen and invited transgendered species, I'd like to propose a toast." People gathered round, not missing the assistant engineer's paraphrase. "To the Raven, her crew, and those of her who brought the ship back safely not to be indicted by our... betters at Command. We who were stranded at HQ owe you all a great debt. To the USS Raven, long may she prosper. And to Fleet Admiral Torek!"
A cheer went up and tumultuous clapping, Andae awkwardly placing his champagne glass on a table, on which buffet food and burgers had been laid out, to join in the applause vigorously. He didn't want to let on that he was a strict vegetarian, as of two years ago, and he strongly suspected the barbequed foods on offer were of the bovine, swine, and perhaps ovine variety.
Torek was absent of course, summoned by Command so the crew understood, but Andae somewhat ridiculously thought that the CO would be able to hear the crew's applause from the house. He looked round; from this point on he'd have to do his best to mingle... Choosing a group, he approached in winding fashion so as not to disrupt any polite exchanges that he'd rather not get involved in anyway. The worst part of gatherings such as these - not as disagreeable as dinner parties, but they were of a similar ilk - was the obligatory small talk.
He found two of the senior officers, conferring in a slightly more serious manner with two officers he recognised from the science department, near the top of the garden. "Ah, Commander Park, Commander Marionette, I'm glad you could join the party. I see you're both out of uniform as well. You might ask why I'm in formal dress... Well..."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2015 2:32:30 GMT
Will was glad Blakus had contacted him. Otherwise, he may have slept for the next week. He had managed to climb his hungover [word deleted] out of bed, get a shower and make it to the bbq on time. There was a good turn out of the Ravens crew. Will felt this was a good thing given their last outing. He was just reaching for another drink when Chloe informed him that he was requested inside. He met Andae at the door and they entered together. The CO asked them several questions and was pleased with their replies. than they were informed of their pending departure. Afterwards, they were dismissed back to the party. Will turned toward Blakus as they exited back outside.
"Excuse me, Commander? What scientist were you referring to?" he asked not knowing about the ones aboard the Raven. "Do they have anything to do with those theories you had earlier?"
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"You think we'd find some answers there? In the Mojave?" he asked.
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Post by Andae Blakus on Jul 29, 2015 3:52:37 GMT
"Excuse me, Commander? What scientist were you referring to?" he asked not knowing about the ones aboard the Raven. "Do they have anything to do with those theories you had earlier?"
Blakus shielded his eyes from the sun as he and Will descended the steps back to the brightly lit garden. "Yes, sir, they do. Professor Carter of the Federation's Archaeology Institute was beamed to the Raven along with three of his colleagues. They'd been investigating something in the Mojave Desert and the Admiral ran into them.
"I realised too late that Carl may have wanted to deal with the matter himself; I fear I may have compromised his plans." They rejoined the crowds, Blakus seeing Milyanov and a few other engineers a fair way off towards the bottom end of the garden.
"You think we'd find some answers there? In the Mojave?" he asked.
"I'm sure of it, however I don't believe it's in our brief." They approached a table layered with a sizeable white cloth, champagne glasses arrayed neatly across its silken surface. "Commander?" he offered a glass to Will while taking two for himself. "The second's for a lady friend," he explained, "When, or if I find one, amongst this..." He cleared his throat. "No, I don't believe we're returning to the Mojave Desert, though the writings Wedlerson mentioned - from what he told me - seemed to be of especial importance to the CO. It might be part of the assignment to Teklotti... Time will tell, sir."
He dusted down his slightly musty formal dress uniform, "I only hope I can return the engines to spec and undo some of the damage the maintenance staff will have done to the ship during our short stint in drydock. The stuff the ramscoops picked up from Neptune's lower atmosphere is not easy to remove - even with focussed plasma beams and the operating temperature of the warp coils."
After the meeting with Milyanov and the Russian's superb toast, Blakus and Jamison joined Marionette and Park. "Who's for a hot dog?" someone came round with a dish held high above several talking heads.
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Post by Marionette on Jul 29, 2015 5:58:54 GMT
Commander Park had been providing most of the small talk, until Andae walked up.
"Ah, Commander Park, Commander Marionette, I'm glad you could join the party. I see you're both out of uniform as well. You might ask why I'm in formal dress.... Well...." Marionette tilted her head abit and lofted a brow (as only she and Data could do), as she visibly scanned down his less-than-pristine dress uniform "It would be expected that you were working in your dress uniform. You do seem to have a personal fondness for insisting to repair and maintain the ship yourself." Marionette said, with a hint of that almost-smile. Blakus did seem to prefer interacting with a plasma injector assembly, or putting himself under a console to repair it, rather than anything social or ceremonial which would require a dress uniform.
On a table nearby was a small bucket of a spiced coleslaw recipe Marionette had devised and contributed to the party. She called it 'cold slaw number 7', which contained green and purple cabbage, green onion sprigs, carrots, and was tinted slightly yellow with abit of mustard in the dressing.
"Who's for a hot dog?" someone asked. Marionette responded "I do not require food sustenance." Although, as everyone passed around plates and food items, she seemed almost-sad of her inability to eat, and continued nursing her ice-water 'prop'.
At least she could watch people as to how they ate. It was 'entertaining' for her, as much as a gynoid could be amused at the sight of watching an organic being insert food items into their mouth, masticate, swallow, and then soon repeat the process of eating and digestion, until the meal was officially over. Unfortunately, she had no conception of 'flavors', or smell or taste, nor the carnal satisfaction of being full from a good meal.
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It was terribly distracting to commander Park to have Marionette obviously visually follow the next bite of hotdog, from his plate, to his mouth. He was about to take another bite of hotdog when she did it again, that sort of almost-look on her face as he brought the hotdog to his mouth to eat it. It was like a cat watching a mouse eat abit of cheese. "You do realize that that's very distracting."
Marionette snapped out of it. "What is very distracting ?"
"You have a morbid obsession with other people's eating, don't you?" Park responded annoyingly, putting the hotdog back onto the plate and pointedly folding his hands. If he didn't know better, Park suspected that she got some kind of a sick thrill out of putting the proverbial embarrassing spotlight onto people who were eating. Blakus, sitting next to Marionette, rather than across, face-palmed and tried to suppress a giggle-snerk. Park shot him a look, before re-focusing on Marionette. "Please, stop staring at me while i eat. It's weird and awkward."
"Okay. I will not look at you while you eat your food." Marionette said, and then focused on her prop-water for abit, before getting up to wander about the back yard, careful to stay away from the pool....
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Post by Carl Torek on Aug 1, 2015 1:31:43 GMT
Office of the President United Federation of Planets ::The room held six of arguably the most powerful men and women in the Federation today .....
"..... And you are convinced of the coming attack. You have irrefutable proof of this ?" the Klingon Ambassador asked, unconvinced.
"Have you not seen the evidence with your own eyes Sir ?" the Romulan Senator asked, frustration with the elderly Klingon reaching breaking point, "Perhaps you should return home and await the outcome in comfort."
"Gentlemen ..... Please, bickering among ourselves will get us nowhere." the Federation President said, trying to calm the already inflated situation.
"Our deep-range platforms have detected a marked reduction in the fighting between the Xallac and their sworn enemy for the last three centuries, this in itself should warrant investigation, no ?" Earth's Ambassador to the Federation commented.
"We shall send a fleet of vessels immediately !" the Klingon decided, but this just led to even more shouting among those present.
"Caution is indeed warranted." the Vulcan Ambassador said, causing the room to fall silent as she continued, "Would it not be prudent to have our outposts set 'alert' status and recall our personnel from the further colonies ?" she finished.
"Klingon's 'DO NOT' run 'HOME' ... We shall face the enemy in battle !"
"I assume nothing further has been forthcoming from the Mojave Site ?" the Vulcan asked quietly, and seeing the President shake her head she continued, "Then it would be logical to investigate further, before we go on a Klingon killing rampage. Fleet Admiral, you have been notably reticent in adding your much valued opinion to the proceedings, would there be any other reason for this other than your obvious confusion regarding the origin of the notes ?" everyone turned to face Torek:
"Oh no, I'm more than fine with the knowledge that I was sent back four hundred yea ....."
"Four hundred seventeen years thirty nine point eight six days."
"......rs ....." Carl continued after T'Vus interrupted, "Without my knowledge to set up whatever it was and find it four hund ... Approximately, four hundred years later." he said, shrugging to emphasize him sarcastic lack of interest.
"Am I correct in my assumption that following problems with the new warp core installation the USS Raven will be delayed in departing for her assignment on time ?" the President asked, a little 'too' casually for Carl's liking, and he had the feeling he wasn't going to be over-pleased with the rest of her comments.
"I would need to check with my Chief Engineer." he replied, knowing there was absolutely no delays. In fact, despite most of the Senior Staff being pre-occupied with the prospect of a life of penal servitude, the refit had gone exceptionally quickly and the Raven could depart now if required, "But I am sure there is no serious issues, Madam President." he finished.
"Good, then I suggest to the Council that we reassign the Raven's mission and allow them to begin initial investigations into the Mojave Papers .... All in favor ?" she asked, not allowing Torek to comment, "Then it is settled ... The Raven will remain in Space Dock to complete the refit and upgrades. Meanwhile, the Crew will begin detailed studies of the Mojave site ... I am sure we will uncover the mystery in due course. In the mean time, I am sure we can enjoy a meal and some less worrying conversation ... Fleet Admiral, you have your orders, they will be confirmed within the hour, Thank you for your attendance and, best wishes on your investigation."
Knowing a dismissal when he heard one, he got up and nodded to the assembled Dignitaries before leaving the room.
"Hell's teeth !" he said as the doors closed.
"Admiral ?" the female Lieutenant who had originally approached him on the beech asked, somewhat confused. Carl looked at her for a second than made a decision:
"Lieutenant. I will be 'absent' for the next twenty four, no, twelve hours, do you understand. No interruptions, no impromptu visits, I have guests at my home and intend to be there for a couple of hours at least."
"Aye ... Sir ...." the woman said to Torek's back as he walked away.
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Two minutes later he stepped into the garden of his home, walked to the bar and asked Emma, who was tending bar, to give him a double ..... NO ICE ! .......... ~ OOC ~
Our next mission, entitled
Xallac
Will be up on the boards soon, but please feel free to close off any Shore Leave posts you want to get in
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Post by Andae Blakus on Aug 3, 2015 0:33:12 GMT
Andae was holding court in a rare exhibition of his superiority complex - which he'd long since thought buried - at the back of Carl Torek's garden. Raven officers, crewman and civilian guests surrounded him, as he somewhat successfully - and much to his surprise - delivered a couple of excellent anecdotes on his career on both the Victory-C and the Raven-B.
"So," he cleared his throat - Milyanov in the background rolling his eyes as his Chief set off on another exposition of his latest tale - looking about what he thought was his captive audience, "Colonel Tiberian Wong devised this harebrained plan to fly a shuttle into the heart of a star, in the hope of stablising its core before it entered the final stages before supernova. The plan succeeded, and Colonel Wong escaped the star's corona, courtesy of my shield modifications to his shuttle of course," there were groans from the onlookers, "The tragic ending of the tale however was that, myself and Tiberian Wong were reprimanded by then Captain Cir'Kem. I was confined to quarters for the duration of the Vic's return to Starbase, and Wong to the brig."
His story finished, he chuckled (in contrast to the onlookers from which came scattered tittering and bemused applause) and finished off the rest of his champagne, looking about for the bucket with the two bottles of what'd been formerly known as the branded name 'Brut', ensconced in freezing water on which floated cuboidal ice blocks. He swayed his arm towards it - perhaps feeling a little more merry at this stage than he'd intended - and unfortunately knocked the bucket flying. One of the bottles smashed; the ice keeping the champagne chilled scattered all across the grass, fast melting into the soil in the late afternoon sun.
Milyanov scooped up the surviving bottle and poured himself a fresh glass, rescuing a nearby, grass-coated ice cube from the ground and plopping it in the drink after rinsing it with a nearby pitcher of H2O. He took several tentative sips. "Well done, sir," he said to the embarrassed, not too impressed with himself, with the bucket, with the everything - Commander Blakus, "You've managed to regale your audience with a tale of your official reprimand, denigrated the memory of a fine marine officer and wasted most of the Admiral's ice. Tell me, what else do you have to add to the party?" The Russian was smirking good-naturedly.
Blakus's frowned, "I'm not sure to be honest. Admiral Torek notified me a moment ago via comm from his study - he's still at headquarters - that the Raven, despite being absolutely ready to resume normal operations, is being retained at Spacedock for reasons that aren't clear. I suspect, however, that it has to do with the Mojave Desert find... unless he plans an extended holiday for us in Hawaii."
Just at that moment murmured voices near the top of the garden rose in volume as it appeared someone of notable importance had arrived. Turning, his eyes dazzling in the starlight, Blakus saw his CO. "So he made it out unscathed..." He'd heard the rumours that Torek had been in an exceptionally high level meeting at Command, with noted ambassadors from allied Quadrant powers and, some even said, the Federation President himself.
Soon Blakus's thoughts took on another stream altogether. He tried to espy Lieutenant Fischer making his way back from the house with what would presumably be the rest of the ice and indeed, saw the man weaving among the assembled guests that were being drawn further towards the front of the garden and the back entrance. Fishcher nodded at him as he approached and then planted a fresh bucket with two more champagne bottles inside, and plenty of what he suspected was the last of the ice.
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