<<USS Malinche, 1145, Day 1>>
<<Intel Office>>
Mark Grayson II sighed. They mission never appear to be over. Not that was surprsing, but as he read the Captain's information about the "strange metal objects", something sounded odd to him
"Metal Objects" flying in woods didn't sound like something a planet as advance as Celtron would accept. They didn't believe in UFO's anymore. Or did they?
Mark dismissed the idea. What a ridiculous concept.
"Transporter Room to Lt. Grayson", came the voice of the intercom.
Mark pressed his badge. "Grayson here. What's up?"
"I have someone here claiming to be your assistant", said the transporter officer. "She has the proper clearance".
Mark blinked. Could be...? "Yes, I was expecting her. Please send her to my office, I have much to discuss with her. Grayson out."
Intel HQ had actually sent someone to help Mark. And he could guess who was the new officer. That brought an smile to his lips. A new assistant meant a new mind to analyze situations and come up a better theory.
Or... A mole to spy on Mark and the Malinche. There would be only a way to find out. Talking to the woman.
Mark heard the sound of the door opening. He turned around to look at the new officer.
"Warrant Officer Samantha Langley reporting for duty, sir", said Sam.
"She doesn't remember me", thought Mark. "So much the better".
"Welcome aboard Miss Langley. I hope you're ready to work?", said Mark already in business mode.
OFF: <tag Langley and if you want a JP just look for me.>
A Walk In The Park
Moderators: Tournneau, Korath, Kersare
ON
<<Mess Hall, 1115, Day 1>>
Karsel`lyn walked into the mess, and saw one of the several ex-borg, an attractive woman who she hadn't yet met. She did know that she was formerly Two of Nine, and was now Rebekah Harrison.
She placed her order at the replicator, and walked to Harrison's table, "Excuse, Miss Harrison. May I sit with you?"
Two was there, playing with a plate of food. She ate very little Someone she didn't know came up to her table.
"Sure," she said.
Lyn sat down slowly, "Hi, I'm Karsel`lyn Lylyl-Llytherraias, the Fighter Element leader. I don't think we've met, although I've heard of you, Miss."
That was a mouthful of a name. She attempted to say the name, but didn't quite succeed. "I'm Two. The rest of my name is not important."
"I heard that you're looking for roommates, and I don't have permanent quarters yet. Think it'd be okay if I roomed with you?" she asked with a smile, admiring the woman's visible Borg implants. Implants or not, she was an attractive woman.
"Sure. My roommates all transferred off the Mali. It gets to be too quiet without someone there," Two told her.
Lyn nodded, "Thanks! I'm getting a bit tired of the temporary quarters, which are.... lacking. I'd heard your name was Rebekah Harrison, but do you prefer to be called Two?"
"They tell me that my name is Rebekah Harrison. I've been Two since I was eight. Either works but I answer faster to Two," she said.
Lyn nodded sadly, "How long has it been since you've been freed from the Collective?"
"Four or so years," Two responded.
"Is it hard still, for you, adapting to being without the collective? To living human?" Lyn asked with a curious glint in her brown doe-eyes.
"It's hard. You get used to having someone talking in your mind all of the time. The silence gets to you after while. I asked Operations to assign me three roommates. It helps," Two told her.
Lyn nodded with understanding, "Well, before you accept me, know that I do have some enmity towards the Borg. They.... assimilated the woman I loved, who I was forced to kill, to keep her from living as a drone. But that doesn't mean I dislike you.... you're not Borg, not any more."
"But I am Borg. It's what I am. Maybe a former Borg, but still, it is who I am. I can't change that," Two pointed out.
Lyn nodded, sadly, and reached over the table and touched the woman's hand, "I'm sorry that you have to live like that. I know that it is probably the only way you know to live, but it still makes me feel sad."
"It is no big deal for me," she told Lyn.
Lyn nodded, "I didn't think it would be. Do you ever hope to live for more? To make changes in your life? Find a mate, perhaps?"
"I do not know the future," Two said.
"No, I wouldn't say you would. But I'd like to be friends, if possible, and I'd love to do anything I could to help you accustom yourself to living without the Borg. I guess it's one way I can make up for killing my lover," Lyn added with a heartbroken look in her brown eyes. "I don't want to intrude, please understand. I... just want to help."
"I don't have any problems." That much was certain in her voice.
Lyn nodded, "I didn't say you did, darlin`. But..... you don't know the future, and you don't know what may come. Sometimes, adapting is not easy, and you need help. Like you needed the collective in the past, you need your shipmates now. Your friends."
Two was unconcerned. "I live fine the way I live now."
Lyn sighed, "Two.... Rebekah.... that's not what I mean. All I'm asking is that when you do have something come up, in the future, if you could let me help you? I... would like to be your friend, and it's something a friend would do."
She didn't see how it would. "Ok."
Lyn's hand, which still rested on Two's, scooped the hand up, and she held it gently as she leaned forward and brushed a kiss over the back of the woman's fingers, "I am honored to live with you, Two. I think I'm going to enjoy rooming with you, and hope things go well for you in the future."
She looked down at her mostly finished lunch, and found that she was full, "Now, are there any questions you have of me, about me?"
"Why wouldn't they?" Two told her new roommate, not reading the underlying message.
"Because the future is unpredictable, Two darling. You cannot predict what will or won't happen," Lyn explained, "and I only wish you well through any trials and tribulations you may face."
"Why?" Two asked.
Lyn frowned, "I'm sorry, honey. I know it might be difficult to understand why people do certain things. I do it because I care about the people here on the Malinche. Yourself included. Plus, you're cute."
Two was not cute. "I'm not cute."
She grinned at Two, "I... have a weakness for cute women. Sorry, but I think you are cute. You're a pretty woman, and the implants give you an exotic look. You're cute."
Two wasn't sure what to tell her new roommate. "If you say so."
"Sorry, darling, I don't mean to make you uncomfortable. I.... was raped often, when I was a child, and a slave, so I much prefer women to men."
"I'm not uncomfortable," Two told her. This was the oddest conversation she had had in a very long time.
"Is that because you're not used to feeling emotion, or because you just don't mind?" Lyn asked, curious again.
"I have no emotions," Two told her.
"Oh..." Lyn started, then stopped, lost for words, "...I'm sorry. I'm curious about you, Two. This is why I'm asking questions. Well, maybe I should head on out. I don't have duty now, and have leave arranged down on Celtron V. If you'd like, you could come along? I'm going to go camping in the Mountains on Celtron, with the Captain. I'd love to have you along, if you'd like?"
"Why not? What do I need to take down there?" Two asked.
"Well, a tent would work well. A sleeping bag for at night, since it's likely to get cold at night. Maybe a walking stick, since I plan on doing a lot of hiking," she smiled, happy to have some more company.
"When are you leaving?" she asked.
"Probably in about three hours," she noted, "my pheremones are hurting my head, and Doc Darkhelm is working up a serum to help me out. Got to wait until it's done."
"Where do I need to meet you?"
"Shuttle bay one," Lyn told her, "I have my own runabout there, which we'll take down to the planet to pick up the Captain, then go camping."
PrincessGrace: "Shuttle bay one in three hours. If you will excuse me," Two said, picking up her dishes to take them to the reclamation unit.
She rose slowly, and gently caressed Two's face with her right hand, "You're a pretty woman, Two. I think you could find a good man..... or woman, if it so suited you. I'm happy to have made your acquaintance, and hope we can be friends soon. See you in three hours."
OFF
Karsel`lyn Lylyl-Llytherraias
Fighter Element Leader
and
<<Mess Hall, 1115, Day 1>>
Karsel`lyn walked into the mess, and saw one of the several ex-borg, an attractive woman who she hadn't yet met. She did know that she was formerly Two of Nine, and was now Rebekah Harrison.
She placed her order at the replicator, and walked to Harrison's table, "Excuse, Miss Harrison. May I sit with you?"
Two was there, playing with a plate of food. She ate very little Someone she didn't know came up to her table.
"Sure," she said.
Lyn sat down slowly, "Hi, I'm Karsel`lyn Lylyl-Llytherraias, the Fighter Element leader. I don't think we've met, although I've heard of you, Miss."
That was a mouthful of a name. She attempted to say the name, but didn't quite succeed. "I'm Two. The rest of my name is not important."
"I heard that you're looking for roommates, and I don't have permanent quarters yet. Think it'd be okay if I roomed with you?" she asked with a smile, admiring the woman's visible Borg implants. Implants or not, she was an attractive woman.
"Sure. My roommates all transferred off the Mali. It gets to be too quiet without someone there," Two told her.
Lyn nodded, "Thanks! I'm getting a bit tired of the temporary quarters, which are.... lacking. I'd heard your name was Rebekah Harrison, but do you prefer to be called Two?"
"They tell me that my name is Rebekah Harrison. I've been Two since I was eight. Either works but I answer faster to Two," she said.
Lyn nodded sadly, "How long has it been since you've been freed from the Collective?"
"Four or so years," Two responded.
"Is it hard still, for you, adapting to being without the collective? To living human?" Lyn asked with a curious glint in her brown doe-eyes.
"It's hard. You get used to having someone talking in your mind all of the time. The silence gets to you after while. I asked Operations to assign me three roommates. It helps," Two told her.
Lyn nodded with understanding, "Well, before you accept me, know that I do have some enmity towards the Borg. They.... assimilated the woman I loved, who I was forced to kill, to keep her from living as a drone. But that doesn't mean I dislike you.... you're not Borg, not any more."
"But I am Borg. It's what I am. Maybe a former Borg, but still, it is who I am. I can't change that," Two pointed out.
Lyn nodded, sadly, and reached over the table and touched the woman's hand, "I'm sorry that you have to live like that. I know that it is probably the only way you know to live, but it still makes me feel sad."
"It is no big deal for me," she told Lyn.
Lyn nodded, "I didn't think it would be. Do you ever hope to live for more? To make changes in your life? Find a mate, perhaps?"
"I do not know the future," Two said.
"No, I wouldn't say you would. But I'd like to be friends, if possible, and I'd love to do anything I could to help you accustom yourself to living without the Borg. I guess it's one way I can make up for killing my lover," Lyn added with a heartbroken look in her brown eyes. "I don't want to intrude, please understand. I... just want to help."
"I don't have any problems." That much was certain in her voice.
Lyn nodded, "I didn't say you did, darlin`. But..... you don't know the future, and you don't know what may come. Sometimes, adapting is not easy, and you need help. Like you needed the collective in the past, you need your shipmates now. Your friends."
Two was unconcerned. "I live fine the way I live now."
Lyn sighed, "Two.... Rebekah.... that's not what I mean. All I'm asking is that when you do have something come up, in the future, if you could let me help you? I... would like to be your friend, and it's something a friend would do."
She didn't see how it would. "Ok."
Lyn's hand, which still rested on Two's, scooped the hand up, and she held it gently as she leaned forward and brushed a kiss over the back of the woman's fingers, "I am honored to live with you, Two. I think I'm going to enjoy rooming with you, and hope things go well for you in the future."
She looked down at her mostly finished lunch, and found that she was full, "Now, are there any questions you have of me, about me?"
"Why wouldn't they?" Two told her new roommate, not reading the underlying message.
"Because the future is unpredictable, Two darling. You cannot predict what will or won't happen," Lyn explained, "and I only wish you well through any trials and tribulations you may face."
"Why?" Two asked.
Lyn frowned, "I'm sorry, honey. I know it might be difficult to understand why people do certain things. I do it because I care about the people here on the Malinche. Yourself included. Plus, you're cute."
Two was not cute. "I'm not cute."
She grinned at Two, "I... have a weakness for cute women. Sorry, but I think you are cute. You're a pretty woman, and the implants give you an exotic look. You're cute."
Two wasn't sure what to tell her new roommate. "If you say so."
"Sorry, darling, I don't mean to make you uncomfortable. I.... was raped often, when I was a child, and a slave, so I much prefer women to men."
"I'm not uncomfortable," Two told her. This was the oddest conversation she had had in a very long time.
"Is that because you're not used to feeling emotion, or because you just don't mind?" Lyn asked, curious again.
"I have no emotions," Two told her.
"Oh..." Lyn started, then stopped, lost for words, "...I'm sorry. I'm curious about you, Two. This is why I'm asking questions. Well, maybe I should head on out. I don't have duty now, and have leave arranged down on Celtron V. If you'd like, you could come along? I'm going to go camping in the Mountains on Celtron, with the Captain. I'd love to have you along, if you'd like?"
"Why not? What do I need to take down there?" Two asked.
"Well, a tent would work well. A sleeping bag for at night, since it's likely to get cold at night. Maybe a walking stick, since I plan on doing a lot of hiking," she smiled, happy to have some more company.
"When are you leaving?" she asked.
"Probably in about three hours," she noted, "my pheremones are hurting my head, and Doc Darkhelm is working up a serum to help me out. Got to wait until it's done."
"Where do I need to meet you?"
"Shuttle bay one," Lyn told her, "I have my own runabout there, which we'll take down to the planet to pick up the Captain, then go camping."
PrincessGrace: "Shuttle bay one in three hours. If you will excuse me," Two said, picking up her dishes to take them to the reclamation unit.
She rose slowly, and gently caressed Two's face with her right hand, "You're a pretty woman, Two. I think you could find a good man..... or woman, if it so suited you. I'm happy to have made your acquaintance, and hope we can be friends soon. See you in three hours."
OFF
Karsel`lyn Lylyl-Llytherraias
Fighter Element Leader
and
<img src="http://ussmalinche.kersare.net/images/yens.jpg">
Ensign Rebekah Harrison (Two of Nine)
Chief Engineering Officer
USS Malinche
NCC-38897-B
Ensign Rebekah Harrison (Two of Nine)
Chief Engineering Officer
USS Malinche
NCC-38897-B
<<Planet, 1155, Day 1>>
Jason, Soren, and Zero (NPC) had made good time tracking through the harsh conditions toward the source that they had detected from orbit. Thus far they had yet to detect anything out of the ordinary.
"Looks like the signature gets stronger just over that ridge," Soren reported.
Jason nodded, approaching the ridge and then dropping to his belly and grabbing the micro-goggles from the toolkit around his waist. He took a quick look, whistling as he did.
"Find something?" Soren asked.
"Take a look for yourself."
Soren placed the goggles to his eyes and looked down at the area that Jason had indicated. There was a large blast door that appeared to lead directly into the side of the glacier; hover tanks of some sort were parked on either side of the glacier as people milled about.
"Some sort of weapons dump?" Soren offered.
"I don't know of any dumps that are this heavily armed, they've got implanted particle cannon sites and heavy anti-matter launchers, they look like they have dug themselves in deep."
OFF: tag all
Jason, Soren, and Zero (NPC) had made good time tracking through the harsh conditions toward the source that they had detected from orbit. Thus far they had yet to detect anything out of the ordinary.
"Looks like the signature gets stronger just over that ridge," Soren reported.
Jason nodded, approaching the ridge and then dropping to his belly and grabbing the micro-goggles from the toolkit around his waist. He took a quick look, whistling as he did.
"Find something?" Soren asked.
"Take a look for yourself."
Soren placed the goggles to his eyes and looked down at the area that Jason had indicated. There was a large blast door that appeared to lead directly into the side of the glacier; hover tanks of some sort were parked on either side of the glacier as people milled about.
"Some sort of weapons dump?" Soren offered.
"I don't know of any dumps that are this heavily armed, they've got implanted particle cannon sites and heavy anti-matter launchers, they look like they have dug themselves in deep."
OFF: tag all
Lieutenant Commander Jason Barrett
Executive Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
<<USS Malinche>>
<<Bridge, 1200, Day 1>
After hearing Kersare's orders Mason snapped to his feet punching in commands to the center chair and turn to face the helmsmen.
"Helm, adjust orbit to the landing site of the shuttle we maybe be able to punch a hole through the inteference and get a signal threw to Barrett."
Ensign Miles(NPC)complied with the order no later the ship was directly over the shuttle's last known position.
=/\=Hunt to away team come in please=/\=
For nearly a fraction of a minute their was slience until a series of beeps came over the comm.
"Hmmm, that's the shuttle's onboard transmitter signal. Tactical keep this channel open while i set up a compression filter. Hopefully it send the message to the away team's tricorder."
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Message: Away Team Return to Malinche
Coded: Priority One
From: Commander Mason Hunt
Barrett once you have completed your investigation you are ordered to return for metalergical analysis on debris sent in by the Captain.
Hunt Out
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The radiation was subsiding long enough to allow the filter to send the signal within. Now Mason sat there waiting for Barrett to respond by sending the conformation signal back to the Malinche.
=/\= Engineering this is Hunt, i'm sending you new data on some rather unusual flying metal objects as described by the Captain. Please look it and I'll need a report analysis in one hour. Bridge out=/\=
[One hour Later - USS Malinche Bridge]
Ensign Miles(NPC)turned to Hunt.
"Sir, the radiation is clearing but just enough..."
His terminal had chirped getting his attention.
"Incoming message from the away team its vocal."
"On audio ensign." ordered Mason.
<Tag Barrett>
"It's good to hear your voice Lieutenant I trust you got my message. What were you able to find out about the radiation surge?" asked Hunt.
<Tag Barrett>
OFF: Tag Barrett and Crew!
<<Bridge, 1200, Day 1>
After hearing Kersare's orders Mason snapped to his feet punching in commands to the center chair and turn to face the helmsmen.
"Helm, adjust orbit to the landing site of the shuttle we maybe be able to punch a hole through the inteference and get a signal threw to Barrett."
Ensign Miles(NPC)complied with the order no later the ship was directly over the shuttle's last known position.
=/\=Hunt to away team come in please=/\=
For nearly a fraction of a minute their was slience until a series of beeps came over the comm.
"Hmmm, that's the shuttle's onboard transmitter signal. Tactical keep this channel open while i set up a compression filter. Hopefully it send the message to the away team's tricorder."
=====================================================
Message: Away Team Return to Malinche
Coded: Priority One
From: Commander Mason Hunt
Barrett once you have completed your investigation you are ordered to return for metalergical analysis on debris sent in by the Captain.
Hunt Out
==================================================
The radiation was subsiding long enough to allow the filter to send the signal within. Now Mason sat there waiting for Barrett to respond by sending the conformation signal back to the Malinche.
=/\= Engineering this is Hunt, i'm sending you new data on some rather unusual flying metal objects as described by the Captain. Please look it and I'll need a report analysis in one hour. Bridge out=/\=
[One hour Later - USS Malinche Bridge]
Ensign Miles(NPC)turned to Hunt.
"Sir, the radiation is clearing but just enough..."
His terminal had chirped getting his attention.
"Incoming message from the away team its vocal."
"On audio ensign." ordered Mason.
<Tag Barrett>
"It's good to hear your voice Lieutenant I trust you got my message. What were you able to find out about the radiation surge?" asked Hunt.
<Tag Barrett>
OFF: Tag Barrett and Crew!
Commander Mason Hunt
First Officer
USS Malinche NCC 38897-B
ON
Two headed to her quarters which she would now share with Lyn...whatever her full name was. It was going to be an adventure for her, no doubt. Two thought about the trip she was going to undertake.
Problems she could see popping up:
1. How would she sleep without her regen chamber? She knew that she could go around two days without sleep but then she started having problems. She didn't want to undergo those sorts of problems in the future.
2. Being so far from the ship that if she was needed back on the Mali to help with a big engineering problem that she would not be able to be contacted.
Well, if nothing else, it would be a chance to get to know someone besides herself. She was a loner. She basically stayed by herself, working long hours. The drone of the engines was a source of comfort to her.
Did she have a sleeping bag at all? She knew she had a backpack but would she use the bag? She decided that she needed the bag so she set the replicators to make her one. Meanwhile she filled her backpack with a sweater, some clothes, some meal replacements in case of trouble for the others, a blanket, her knife, the fishing pole and tackle box Petra had forgotten, and waterproof matches. The fishing pole and tackle box would not fit but a tricorder would. She picked it up to check its weight and found it to be ok.
When the time specified was up. Two was at the appointed meeting place, She was going camping.
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tag, Lyn
Two headed to her quarters which she would now share with Lyn...whatever her full name was. It was going to be an adventure for her, no doubt. Two thought about the trip she was going to undertake.
Problems she could see popping up:
1. How would she sleep without her regen chamber? She knew that she could go around two days without sleep but then she started having problems. She didn't want to undergo those sorts of problems in the future.
2. Being so far from the ship that if she was needed back on the Mali to help with a big engineering problem that she would not be able to be contacted.
Well, if nothing else, it would be a chance to get to know someone besides herself. She was a loner. She basically stayed by herself, working long hours. The drone of the engines was a source of comfort to her.
Did she have a sleeping bag at all? She knew she had a backpack but would she use the bag? She decided that she needed the bag so she set the replicators to make her one. Meanwhile she filled her backpack with a sweater, some clothes, some meal replacements in case of trouble for the others, a blanket, her knife, the fishing pole and tackle box Petra had forgotten, and waterproof matches. The fishing pole and tackle box would not fit but a tricorder would. She picked it up to check its weight and found it to be ok.
When the time specified was up. Two was at the appointed meeting place, She was going camping.
OFF
tag, Lyn
<img src="http://ussmalinche.kersare.net/images/yens.jpg">
Ensign Rebekah Harrison (Two of Nine)
Chief Engineering Officer
USS Malinche
NCC-38897-B
Ensign Rebekah Harrison (Two of Nine)
Chief Engineering Officer
USS Malinche
NCC-38897-B
<<Surface, 1300, Day 1>>
"Glad to see that my wonderous replacement figured out how to cut through the interference."
"It's good to hear your voice Lieutenant I trust you got my message. What were you able to find out about the radiation surge?" asked Hunt.
"Nothing that should be discussed over and open channel sir."
"Oh really?"
"Really," Jason responded. He, Soren, and Zero (NPC) had managed to make thier way about 100 meters closer to the blast door and thus far managed to do so without arousing anyone's interest. Jason hoped that it would stay that way.
"Perhaps you should return to the Malinche so that we can discuss this great find of yours."
"Normally, I would be inclined to agree but under the circumstances I'm not sure we could get as close to the...source if we bugged out and returned."
Jason knew that Mason was mulling things over. He didn't want to say outloud what he and Soren had found, for fear that someone was listening in. The Celtrons had help from the Klingons before; they could have it again. Jason didn't want to give them anymore information they they probably already had.
"Standby."
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"Glad to see that my wonderous replacement figured out how to cut through the interference."
"It's good to hear your voice Lieutenant I trust you got my message. What were you able to find out about the radiation surge?" asked Hunt.
"Nothing that should be discussed over and open channel sir."
"Oh really?"
"Really," Jason responded. He, Soren, and Zero (NPC) had managed to make thier way about 100 meters closer to the blast door and thus far managed to do so without arousing anyone's interest. Jason hoped that it would stay that way.
"Perhaps you should return to the Malinche so that we can discuss this great find of yours."
"Normally, I would be inclined to agree but under the circumstances I'm not sure we could get as close to the...source if we bugged out and returned."
Jason knew that Mason was mulling things over. He didn't want to say outloud what he and Soren had found, for fear that someone was listening in. The Celtrons had help from the Klingons before; they could have it again. Jason didn't want to give them anymore information they they probably already had.
"Standby."
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Lieutenant Commander Jason Barrett
Executive Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
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<<USS Malinche-B>>
<Corridor enroute to Office,1300,Day 1>
"Gah!" T'serra exclaimed while she made her way to her office, she had wanted to socialise with Two but unfortunatly duty called at the wrong moment and screwed those plans up. Sighing T'serra took a turn down a rather busy corridor and another turn before she reached her office only for the doors to open onto a large mess of scattered papers and both of her counselors trying to pick up what they could manage. "What happened here?" T'serra asked curious as to why the papers were scattered around like they were.
It was Ensign Kane who spoke up. "We had both been in here looking up patient files and we were about to leave when something caused all the file cabinets to spew out the files. I have no idea what caused it but thats why we called you down here." He said looking rather annoyed with the situation they faced.
"Did you notify security yet?" T'serra asked knowing the likely answer wasn't what would normally be expected.
"Um no Ma'am we were too busy trying to pick up the papers and forgot."
T'serra sighed an simply looked at the mess shaking her head. "Ok you two finish cleaning this mess up and I'll go have a talk with Lt. Thundera about this Oddity. But If something happens again just get out of there and notify security immediatly." T'serra said walking off in Cheetara's direction which wasn't hard to figure out with the psyhic bond they both shared simillar to that of twins but much stronger.
<Outside Cheetara's Quarters,1315, Day 1>
T'serra just stood outside Cheetara's door sighing that events had bad timing when it came to Cheetara and her BIR. For awhile T'serra wondered if Cheetara would even notice her psychic emanations though the door and the BIR but she was needed at the moment and it couldn't wait. .oO(Cheetara? Hello? Wakey Wakey....Its T'serra I need your help with something, its urgent you know about it.) T'serra just hoped that Cheetara heard it and went back to waiting.
OFF: Tags Thundera
<<USS Malinche-B>>
<Corridor enroute to Office,1300,Day 1>
"Gah!" T'serra exclaimed while she made her way to her office, she had wanted to socialise with Two but unfortunatly duty called at the wrong moment and screwed those plans up. Sighing T'serra took a turn down a rather busy corridor and another turn before she reached her office only for the doors to open onto a large mess of scattered papers and both of her counselors trying to pick up what they could manage. "What happened here?" T'serra asked curious as to why the papers were scattered around like they were.
It was Ensign Kane who spoke up. "We had both been in here looking up patient files and we were about to leave when something caused all the file cabinets to spew out the files. I have no idea what caused it but thats why we called you down here." He said looking rather annoyed with the situation they faced.
"Did you notify security yet?" T'serra asked knowing the likely answer wasn't what would normally be expected.
"Um no Ma'am we were too busy trying to pick up the papers and forgot."
T'serra sighed an simply looked at the mess shaking her head. "Ok you two finish cleaning this mess up and I'll go have a talk with Lt. Thundera about this Oddity. But If something happens again just get out of there and notify security immediatly." T'serra said walking off in Cheetara's direction which wasn't hard to figure out with the psyhic bond they both shared simillar to that of twins but much stronger.
<Outside Cheetara's Quarters,1315, Day 1>
T'serra just stood outside Cheetara's door sighing that events had bad timing when it came to Cheetara and her BIR. For awhile T'serra wondered if Cheetara would even notice her psychic emanations though the door and the BIR but she was needed at the moment and it couldn't wait. .oO(Cheetara? Hello? Wakey Wakey....Its T'serra I need your help with something, its urgent you know about it.) T'serra just hoped that Cheetara heard it and went back to waiting.
OFF: Tags Thundera
Ensign Sara Rayne
Acting Assistant Chief Intelligence Officer
USS Malinche-B NCC-38897-B
"Beware The Penguins!"
<<USS Malinche>>
<<Bridge, 1305, Day 1>>
The XO remained slient per Barrett's last word, sounds of light taps were heard as if someone or something was slowly creeping about.
A large crash triggering an alarm imediately closing the channel between the two men.
"Ensign Silman(NPC), report!" demanded Hunt going over to the ops console.
"There appears to be several surface scamblers in the area of the shuttle sir. It close to impossible to get another signal threw."
At the impulse of excitement, Hunt slammed on the console barking orders to engineering.
"Engineering, we need to get that link back."
<Tag Nine>
Every avenue seemed to be a dead end, all Mason could do was hope that Barrett and the others were all right and not captured. No later a signal from Kersare came in from the surface.
=/\=Kersare to Malinche, XO report your status=/\=
"Captain, we had brief contact with Barrett and crew however it was cut short by surface scramblers. All attempts in reaching them by the comm have failed. Request instructions."
<Tag Kersare>
OFF: Tag Kersare, Barrett
<<Bridge, 1305, Day 1>>
The XO remained slient per Barrett's last word, sounds of light taps were heard as if someone or something was slowly creeping about.
A large crash triggering an alarm imediately closing the channel between the two men.
"Ensign Silman(NPC), report!" demanded Hunt going over to the ops console.
"There appears to be several surface scamblers in the area of the shuttle sir. It close to impossible to get another signal threw."
At the impulse of excitement, Hunt slammed on the console barking orders to engineering.
"Engineering, we need to get that link back."
<Tag Nine>
Every avenue seemed to be a dead end, all Mason could do was hope that Barrett and the others were all right and not captured. No later a signal from Kersare came in from the surface.
=/\=Kersare to Malinche, XO report your status=/\=
"Captain, we had brief contact with Barrett and crew however it was cut short by surface scramblers. All attempts in reaching them by the comm have failed. Request instructions."
<Tag Kersare>
OFF: Tag Kersare, Barrett
Commander Mason Hunt
First Officer
USS Malinche NCC 38897-B
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Thundera
- Senior Staff
- Posts: 185
- Joined: Mon Dec 19, 2005 11:35 pm
- Location: Nasty Borg Bitch!
- Contact:
Navdante wrote:
For awhile T'serra wondered if Cheetara would even notice her psychic emanations though the door and the BIR but she was needed at the moment and it couldn't wait. .oO(Cheetara? Hello? Wakey Wakey....Its T'serra I need your help with something, its urgent you know about it.) T'serra just hoped that Cheetara heard it and went back to waiting.
ON:<<USS Malinche>>
<Personal Quarters, Day 1, 1318>
Cheetara couldn't believe that she couldn't get a moments peace while she needed to regenerate. It was always like that, especially being the Chief Tactical and Security Officer. Cheetara always felt that she held one of the hardest positions next to Commanding Officer. Being that head of two departments isn't really that easy she thought, but loved it even still. Opening her eyes she saw T'serra standing there. She disconnected the few cords and opened the door. Normally she would just use the one on her bed, but she had gone too long without regenerating.
"Good afternoon" Cheetara said stepping out of the large chamber after opening the door. " What's wrong? I know you wouldn't interrupt me for nothing"
OFF: tag
For awhile T'serra wondered if Cheetara would even notice her psychic emanations though the door and the BIR but she was needed at the moment and it couldn't wait. .oO(Cheetara? Hello? Wakey Wakey....Its T'serra I need your help with something, its urgent you know about it.) T'serra just hoped that Cheetara heard it and went back to waiting.
ON:<<USS Malinche>>
<Personal Quarters, Day 1, 1318>
Cheetara couldn't believe that she couldn't get a moments peace while she needed to regenerate. It was always like that, especially being the Chief Tactical and Security Officer. Cheetara always felt that she held one of the hardest positions next to Commanding Officer. Being that head of two departments isn't really that easy she thought, but loved it even still. Opening her eyes she saw T'serra standing there. She disconnected the few cords and opened the door. Normally she would just use the one on her bed, but she had gone too long without regenerating.
"Good afternoon" Cheetara said stepping out of the large chamber after opening the door. " What's wrong? I know you wouldn't interrupt me for nothing"
OFF: tag
Lieutenant Cheetara Thundera
Chief Science Officer
USS Malinche NCC 38997-A
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Rayne
- Crewmember
- Posts: 94
- Joined: Mon Dec 19, 2005 11:46 pm
- Location: Running away from the penguins that come one by one to steal away my sanity
- Contact:
ON:
<USS Malinche-B>>
<Cheetara's Quarters,1318,Day 1>
"Well I guess I'll tell you the whole story since that about all I can tell you, anyways I had been heading to the lounge for something when I got a call from both of the counselors from my department telling me they needed me at my office. So I head down there a little annoyed at the call only to find my office a mess of scattered files and papers. Ensign Kane said that they had been in there both looking up patient files which I told them is alright and he went on to say that when they went to leave something caused all the file cabniets to spew out all the files and such." T'serra shugged a bit and said something more."But the strange thing is I didn't sense anything wrong in there. Which leaves me at a loss as to what caused it and I seriously doubt that my counselors had anything to do with it, cause I would have noticed."
T'serra really seemed to be annoyed with the amount of work that would be spent trying to place the papers back in order but thats what her counselors were for they gladly did the organizing while she helped patients, though they still did their share of counseling too. "Oh before I forget I was going to come by here anyways and see what you would be up to durring the "Limited Shoreleave" that we are on." T'serra seemed to be slightly bored even though there was a mess in her office and something odd going on.
OFF: Tags Thundera
<USS Malinche-B>>
<Cheetara's Quarters,1318,Day 1>
"Well I guess I'll tell you the whole story since that about all I can tell you, anyways I had been heading to the lounge for something when I got a call from both of the counselors from my department telling me they needed me at my office. So I head down there a little annoyed at the call only to find my office a mess of scattered files and papers. Ensign Kane said that they had been in there both looking up patient files which I told them is alright and he went on to say that when they went to leave something caused all the file cabniets to spew out all the files and such." T'serra shugged a bit and said something more."But the strange thing is I didn't sense anything wrong in there. Which leaves me at a loss as to what caused it and I seriously doubt that my counselors had anything to do with it, cause I would have noticed."
T'serra really seemed to be annoyed with the amount of work that would be spent trying to place the papers back in order but thats what her counselors were for they gladly did the organizing while she helped patients, though they still did their share of counseling too. "Oh before I forget I was going to come by here anyways and see what you would be up to durring the "Limited Shoreleave" that we are on." T'serra seemed to be slightly bored even though there was a mess in her office and something odd going on.
OFF: Tags Thundera
Ensign Sara Rayne
Acting Assistant Chief Intelligence Officer
USS Malinche-B NCC-38897-B
"Beware The Penguins!"
1305 Day one
ON
Soren was looking carefully at one of the monitors before him.
"Ha!" the chief said. "Lieutenant, those gravametric disruptions are confined to a limited subspace field. Anything outside of these limits will give us clear communication. We could even use radio waves, and the opposition couldn't stop us talking to the ship."
He checked another telltale, that just beeped completion.
"Sir, I have been doing some deep metallurgical readings...they did their best to block them with a static field...but I'm still programmer enough to outrun a static defense. All weapons-grade metals, mostly of Klingon and Cardassian origin. These are certainly not weapons manufactured on this world."
Chief Soren looked up. "Orders, sir?"
ON
Soren was looking carefully at one of the monitors before him.
"Ha!" the chief said. "Lieutenant, those gravametric disruptions are confined to a limited subspace field. Anything outside of these limits will give us clear communication. We could even use radio waves, and the opposition couldn't stop us talking to the ship."
He checked another telltale, that just beeped completion.
"Sir, I have been doing some deep metallurgical readings...they did their best to block them with a static field...but I'm still programmer enough to outrun a static defense. All weapons-grade metals, mostly of Klingon and Cardassian origin. These are certainly not weapons manufactured on this world."
Chief Soren looked up. "Orders, sir?"
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Chief Warrant Officer Second Class Soren
Boatswain
USS Malinche
NCC-38997-B
Chief Warrant Officer Second Class Soren
Boatswain
USS Malinche
NCC-38997-B
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Abubakar
- Senior Staff
- Posts: 60
- Joined: Mon Dec 19, 2005 11:29 pm
- Location: A hole, usually, sometimes referred to as Blackpool (UK)
ON: 1307. Bridge. Day One.
((I'm back!))
Abubakar had stood silently at the aft turbolift entrance on the bridge, listening to the exchange for a few minutes. 'Not again...' he groaned, inwardly.
He cast a glance around the bridge, one or two new faces, he inwardly cringed at how hupped up and overjoyed the Warrant Officer was that he'd managed to sort out...'something'. 'Oh look at me Commander! Look what I can do!' he imagined the horridly irritating guy saying.
"Commander Hunt" Abubakar said in his usual flat, monotone voice, making himself known before walking towards the command platform. "I can take a shuttle to provice additional assistance and to recover the team if necessary. I can be on the surace in a few minutes."
Abubakar waited for the man to reply, no doubt he'd follow the usual trend and just disagree with Abubakar for the sheer hell of it. Of course, if Hunt had half a brain cell jumping around in the space between his ears, he'd realise that Abubakar was the best choice. After all, radio signals were all fine and well, but the people on the other end would have to have their comm units configured to accept radio signals as opposed to subspace signals, which they may not have done.
OFF
((I'm back!))
Abubakar had stood silently at the aft turbolift entrance on the bridge, listening to the exchange for a few minutes. 'Not again...' he groaned, inwardly.
He cast a glance around the bridge, one or two new faces, he inwardly cringed at how hupped up and overjoyed the Warrant Officer was that he'd managed to sort out...'something'. 'Oh look at me Commander! Look what I can do!' he imagined the horridly irritating guy saying.
"Commander Hunt" Abubakar said in his usual flat, monotone voice, making himself known before walking towards the command platform. "I can take a shuttle to provice additional assistance and to recover the team if necessary. I can be on the surace in a few minutes."
Abubakar waited for the man to reply, no doubt he'd follow the usual trend and just disagree with Abubakar for the sheer hell of it. Of course, if Hunt had half a brain cell jumping around in the space between his ears, he'd realise that Abubakar was the best choice. After all, radio signals were all fine and well, but the people on the other end would have to have their comm units configured to accept radio signals as opposed to subspace signals, which they may not have done.
OFF
Lieutenant Abubakar Jaran
Deceased
The Anti-Lamb 666
Flying Monk-eh
U.S.S Malinche
"It is easier and more effective to destroy the enemy's aerial power by destroying his nests and eggs on the ground than to hunt his flying birds in the air." - General Giulio Douhet
<<USS Malinche>>
<<Bridge, 1310, Day 1>>
Abubakar brought up a good suggestion not only in the interest of protocol and how he felt about the first officer Hunt thought he would surprised the flight control officer.
?Permission granted, the Captain wants them back here besides being in that radiation even in suits could do harm to their bodies. Once you get down there let us know that you have made contact and most of all be careful.? Said the XO.
<Tag Abubakar>
=/\=Hunt to Kersare, im sending down Abubakar to get our people back.=/\=
<Tag Kersare>
OFF: Tag Abubakar and Kersare
<<Bridge, 1310, Day 1>>
Abubakar brought up a good suggestion not only in the interest of protocol and how he felt about the first officer Hunt thought he would surprised the flight control officer.
?Permission granted, the Captain wants them back here besides being in that radiation even in suits could do harm to their bodies. Once you get down there let us know that you have made contact and most of all be careful.? Said the XO.
<Tag Abubakar>
=/\=Hunt to Kersare, im sending down Abubakar to get our people back.=/\=
<Tag Kersare>
OFF: Tag Abubakar and Kersare
Commander Mason Hunt
First Officer
USS Malinche NCC 38897-B
<<Surface, 1310, Day 1>>
As much as Jason would have liked to have stayed on the surface, it was clear that things were not going to shape up the way he wanted.
"Let's get back to the shuttle, we'll formulate a plan from there."
"Sounds good to me," Soren responded.
As they backed away from the edge a whine could be heard...and then the ground to their left exploded in a flash of heat and fire.
"Are they shooting at us?"
"Commentary: I do not believe so, it appears they are merely range testing their weapons."
"Move it!" Jason orderd.
Another blast shattered the ground to the left, nearly tipping Jason off course. Then another exploded right behind him. The heat was enough to make his suit feel like it was on fire for a moment and then he had the sensation of sliding backwards.
He heard Soren yell something to him and then saw Soren moving....backwards?
Jason twisted around as he slide down the ridge they ahd been using for cover, drawing the attention of several of the guards at the base of it.
He slammed to a stop against a rather hard piece of ice, the impact breaking his shoulder...or at least it felt like it did.
One of the men raised his weapon and fired...and then the world went black.
OFF:
As much as Jason would have liked to have stayed on the surface, it was clear that things were not going to shape up the way he wanted.
"Let's get back to the shuttle, we'll formulate a plan from there."
"Sounds good to me," Soren responded.
As they backed away from the edge a whine could be heard...and then the ground to their left exploded in a flash of heat and fire.
"Are they shooting at us?"
"Commentary: I do not believe so, it appears they are merely range testing their weapons."
"Move it!" Jason orderd.
Another blast shattered the ground to the left, nearly tipping Jason off course. Then another exploded right behind him. The heat was enough to make his suit feel like it was on fire for a moment and then he had the sensation of sliding backwards.
He heard Soren yell something to him and then saw Soren moving....backwards?
Jason twisted around as he slide down the ridge they ahd been using for cover, drawing the attention of several of the guards at the base of it.
He slammed to a stop against a rather hard piece of ice, the impact breaking his shoulder...or at least it felt like it did.
One of the men raised his weapon and fired...and then the world went black.
OFF:
Lieutenant Commander Jason Barrett
Executive Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
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Shandris
- Junior Staff
- Posts: 17
- Joined: Mon Dec 19, 2005 11:53 pm
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- Contact:
Karsel`lyn Lylyl-Llytherraias
<<Celtron V, Cafe, 1310, Day 1>>
"Hunt to Kersare, I'm sending Abubakar to get our people back."
Isabel tapped her comm badge, "Acknowledged." She was rather curious to find out what was going on with that whole situation, but it would have to wait. Presently she was still waiting for Mason, Security, and whoever else was showing up to come down. Hopefully they'd be there soon.
Suddenly, a cheerful voice chirped up from Isabel's side, a petite green-skinned officer smiling up at the taller Captain, "Captain. I'm sorry, ma'am, I didn't think of it earlier, but I shouldn't have left you alone when you came down with me. I should have stayed with you, as an escort."
Isabel blinked, "Lieutenant, an escort really isn't necessary....And when did you return?"
"Just a moment ago, ma'am. The runabout is parked up the street a block. And regulations dictate that a Commanding Officer always have an escort, for his or her security, while on away missions or otherwise planetside."
She drew a phaser from her pack and placed it on her hip, and handed a second to Captain Kersare, "Here you are, ma'am. I got word about something strange going on down here, and figured it would be best if you were kept armed, in case things get... ugly."
Taking the phaser from Lyn, Isabel nodded, "Thank you." She glanced around a little, "Here I was hoping for some relaxation."
Lyn nodded, "I know what you mean. I could help you relax.... but I doubt you'd be up for something of that nature..." she flashed a quick cattish grin, before it disappeared into a frown.
Isabel smiled and shook her head slightly...Lyn was direct if nothing else. "Did you get the treatment from Doctor Darkhelm?"
She nodded, "Yes, ma'am. Although it may take a little while to kick in, I got the treatment. The headache is gone, thankfully. How are you feeling, Captain?"
"I'm glad the headache is gone. I'm alright, just concerned about the reports I've just received from the High Council," Isabel admitted.
Lyn nodded, "Unidentified Flying Objects and all?" she giggled girlishly, "I thought that in the day and age we're in, we already know that there are little green men.... and women, like me, out there."
"Where are you off to next, Mon Chere Capitane?" Lyn licked her lips a moment, then smiled.
"Let's keep our voices down about the objects...there've only been a handful of reports, and I don't want to cause alarm. I'm supposed to be waiting for Security, Commander Hunt, and whoever else shows up, but why don't we walk around a bit?" Isabel figured scoping things out might be a good idea, plus she'd feel more at easy discussing the...objects..if they weren't sitting within earshot of others.
Lyn smiled, "Gotcha, Captain. Waiting on Security and Commander Hunt both? Mind if I tag along and fly you and whoever around? I'd love to get some more stick time, and would be really happy to take you wherever you want to go."
"You're welcome to join us. We'll probably need a lift to some of the more wooded areas whenever they arrive," Isabel said. Getting up from her chair in the outdoor cafe, Isabel started walking, pausing and waiting for Lyn.
Lyn kept up with the Captain, enjoying the sight of the shapely woman walking in front of her. When Isabel paused, Lyn, almost unwillingly, caught up and walked astride the senior officer. She pointed up the street, "The runabout is up there, and to the right, in a small cul-de-sac. Where you want to go, darling?"
"Let's head to one of the less populated areas, closer to the central area of the planet. That's where there've been reports of trouble." Isabel rather hoped to get a glimpse of one of the objects...which would need some form of name, now that she thought about it.. Time for that later. What she'd really like is to be able to catch one and study it, but only time would tell about that.
Lyn turned up the street, after catching Isabel's hand, and began to lead the woman along with her, turning the corner after but a block's distance, and sitting before them was an obviously heavily modified Danube-class Runabout. Lyn sang a few wordless bars aloud, and the portside hatched popped open and a ladder descended for the pair to climb.
Reaching the hatch, Karsel`lyn held a hand out to help Isabel inside, "After you, Mon Chere Capitane."
Isabel didn't quite know what to say. Lyn taking her hand caught her off guard, then the hatch popping open after she sang... She shook her head slightly, took the outstretched hand and climbed in the runabout, "Very well."
Karsel`lyn spritely hopped inside after Isabel, and herded the Captain into the cockpit. Lyn hopped into her seat, and buckled up swiftly. She looked over at Isabel, "You okay, Captain?"
Isabel nodded, "I'm fine, thank you." To add reassurance, she smiled, then added, "Let's try Zone 22 in Sector 7 of the planet. Anywhere around there that you can find a suitable place to land would work, Lieutenant."
Lyn nodded, entering the information into the navigation subroutine she had running already. She noted the approximate distance and bearing, and began to lift the craft from the ground. She waited until she was at least 162 meters off of the ground before she whipped the craft about one-hundred and fourty degrees and kicked in one-quarter impulse power, rocketing the craft away from the city as Lyn cried out happily as she was pushed back into her seat, her harnesses slacking up some as her weight let off of them.
She slowed the craft some more, to about twice the speed of sound, and glanced over at Isabel, "Sorry. You know how much I love starting off."
Isabel nodded, smiling, "No need to apologize. Flying is fun, and as it's your job I'm glad you like it. How long will it take us to get there?"
Lyn looked at the panel in front of her, "At current velocity of two-thousand four-hundred kilometers per hour, it will take us about a half hour to get there. I don't want to violate any airspace restrictions by hot-dogging us over there, so I'm playing it safe, ma'am."
"Please do so. I'd rather stay on the Celtronians' good side, which would involve us not breaking any airspace restrictions. We have time anyway, as the others haven't arrived," Isabel said.
Lyn nodded, "Gotcha. Keep the velocity down, and we should be good. At least we'll have time to hang out some and get to know each other.... if that's good with you, of course."
"I enjoy getting to know my crew," Isabel replied. "Where else have you been stationed?"
Lyn frowned, "A number of places. I was with several Fighter squadrons during the War, defended Vulcan for awhile, until they moved me back to the Terra Defense perimeter. Talk about boring..... all because some Admiral got uppity because I slept with my CO."
"They moved me back to the front, after awhile, and I saw action at Cardassia Prime. That was.... an unpleasant time."
"Then," she looked over at the Captain, "I got a real chance and they transferred me to the USS Tolkien, where I commanded VFA 192, the Golden Dragons, and commanded the Tolkien's Aerospace Wing. I loved that time in my life, but of course, things happened and the Tolkien was mothballed."
"I moved on to the USS Ashling, served there in command of a squadron and the Aerospace Wing, but... well.... I was wounded in an attack by a Borg Sphere. Lost the woman I loved to them, too. I....." she choked up a moment, "I... was forced to shoot her several times, as she was being assimilated. N-never again...."
Lyn looked as if she was going to cry now, and had fallen silent as she flew the runabout, the only sounds coming from the small woman were small sniffles.
A look of concern, and pain grew over Isabel's face. She placed a hand gently on the woman's shoulder and spoke softly, "Lyn, I'm so sorry, I didn't know... I lost my husband to the Borg as well, although I was spared having to watch..." Nearly choking up herself at the thought of Derek, Isabel paused to regain composure. "You seem to be a very strong woman, or else you wouldn't be here. Perhaps the Malinche can become like a new home to you..." Isabel was partially afraid of saying the wrong thing, but hoped her words might help.
Lyn could barely speak, a few tears having begun to stream down her cheeks, "I.... I would like it to be a new home. I like it on the Malinche, and I love her Captain. She's a wonderful woman, and she's cute, too. But..... it'll always hurt, as I'm sure the loss of your husband will always hurt you. H-how did he die to them?"
Isabel wiped a tear from the young woman's cheek, "I know it will Lyn, you just have to keep going the best you can." She took a breath, then began, "Derek was Assistant Chief Security Officer...He was sent on an away mission to a supposedly abandoned ship. Next I knew, I was being called into the Captain's Ready Room. Apparently there were Borg aboard the 'abandoned' ship...Derek was trying to help make sure everyone on the team got out and was in the back of the group." Isabel looked down briefly, then back up at Lyn, "Borg got a hold of him and were in the process of assimilating him when one of the remaining Security officers apparently fired upon him to spare him from being taken into the collective."
"Oh god!" Lyn cried more, "I'm so sorry I made you think about it! I mean..... I lost a girlfriend. You lost your husband! I'm so sorry!"
Isabel shook her head, her eyes watering a little, but successfully keeping the tears back, "You don't need to apologize. It was two years ago now...and you didn't realize it had happened. Losing a girlfriend is just as painful as losing a husband."
Lyn switched the craft over to automatic pilot, and after unstrapping, moved over to Isabel's side and embraced the woman, "I'm so sorry, Isabel. If you feel like you need to cry, don't stop on my account. I know it still hurts, like how it still hurts me to know that Alejandra is gone. At least he wasn't stuck as a drone, and one of his crewmates did him a great service by keeping him from that horrid fate."
Isabel hugged Lyn back. Part of her did want to cry, but she'd not allowed herself to do so in front of others for years. "It will always hurt, but I try to remember the good times instead. The poor man who shot him felt so guilty for doing so...but you're right, he did the right thing." Reopening these old wounds was difficult...
Lyn rested her cheek on Isabel's shoulder, "I..... I'm sorry, Isabel darling. I'm sorry about how your life was ripped apart. I... I tried to kill myself after I came to after surgery, after the incident with the Borg. I hate them. They are repugnant to me, and I spit on them and their 'perfection'."
"But please, Isabel, if you ever need someone to talk to, about stuff like this, my shoulder and ears are always open to you."
She lifted her head from Isabel's shoulder, and looked into the woman's eyes, "Wow..... you're beautiful......"
Isabel blinked and moved back a little, caught off guard by Lyn's comment. "Thank you.." She didn't want to offend her, but it was a little much for her, "To be perfectly honest, I try not to think about what happened too much....but if I need someone to talk to, I'll let you know," she smiled warmly.
Lyn smiled back, "It's nice to have a friend. It almost makes me feel..... I don't know... giddy? I think that's the word, but I'm not sure."
"And I don't like thinking about what happened to Alejandra, either. But sometimes, it just pops up in my mind, and it hurts. But I have to move on, as I know Alejandra would want me to. But.... it's hard to find a woman who'd bother with one like me. Most women don't like naught but men, so I'm stuck with slim pickings, if you want to put it that way."
Lyn frowned and returned her attention to the pilot's console, "Land fall in eight minutes." She slid into the seat again, and strapped in slowly, almost listlessly. It was obvious that the pain of the memories was still there.
Isabel nodded, "Giddy works." Listening to Lyn, Isabel realized it was probably true - most women did stick with men...she herself hadn't really considered anything else, although she didn't see anything wrong with it. "You may still find someone Lyn; love has a way of coming when you least expect it, if your heart is open."
She noticed the way Lyn moved now, her spirit somehow drained, "It will be alright, and you have the support of everyone here," Isabel smiled.
Lyn nodded, "But.... so often, I fall in love, but that person doesn't return it. I... I've had women who've accused me of trying to steal their men, when all along I was much more interested in them instead."
"I've.... always been accused of being a man-stealer, a slut, a whore, and so many other rude things, so it's been almost impossible to even make friends, much less find a love who actually loves me back."
"It will come," Isabel said reassuringly. "I wouldn't accuse you of those things, and I would consider you a friend Lyn. I'm sure there are plenty of others on the ship that would feel that way too, have you talked to any of the them?"
Lyn shook her head, "No, not really. I've only spoken to you, and to Two. Two seems.... well.... very closed-in. Poor girl, she's lost so much to those damned Borg. I don't know if a friendship could be possible, since she doesn't have the emotions to build one with. But, like I told her," she guided the runabout into a small clearing in the woods below them, "I would be there to help her with anything she needs help with."
"And I'm flattered that you would think me a friend, Isabel, and I'm glad you wouldn't accuse me of things, either," she sighed, shutting the engines down. She unstrapped herself from the seat, and slipped back into the runabout, reappearing in the main cabin with a pair of compression phaser rifles, handing one to the Captain when she came back herself.
"It's good of you to reach out to Rebekah, I think she could use some friends. And of course I think of you as a friend," Isabel smiled. After undoing her harness, Lyn reappeared, and Isabel took to offered phaser rifle, "Lead the way Lieutenant."
Lyn nodded, cradling the rifle, and sang the requisite bars of song, and the hatch once again opened. She hopped down the three feet to the ground, her rifle coming up to her shoulder as she swept it back and forth, "Looks clear, Captain."
Isabel nodded and also dropped to the ground, looking in all directions. "Here we are..." They were in a clearing, forests surrounding them starting at the edge of the clearing. "Now we just need to wait for the others to arrive. Let's take a little look around, but not go too far."
"Okay. Follow me, ma'am, but tell me where you want to go."
Isabel pointed to a break in the trees slightly to the left of them, "Let's try over there."
OFF: TAG Security, Intelligence, Hunt, whomever,
A JP with
Captain Isabel Kersare
Commanding Officer
USS Malinche
~and~
<<Celtron V, Cafe, 1310, Day 1>>
"Hunt to Kersare, I'm sending Abubakar to get our people back."
Isabel tapped her comm badge, "Acknowledged." She was rather curious to find out what was going on with that whole situation, but it would have to wait. Presently she was still waiting for Mason, Security, and whoever else was showing up to come down. Hopefully they'd be there soon.
Suddenly, a cheerful voice chirped up from Isabel's side, a petite green-skinned officer smiling up at the taller Captain, "Captain. I'm sorry, ma'am, I didn't think of it earlier, but I shouldn't have left you alone when you came down with me. I should have stayed with you, as an escort."
Isabel blinked, "Lieutenant, an escort really isn't necessary....And when did you return?"
"Just a moment ago, ma'am. The runabout is parked up the street a block. And regulations dictate that a Commanding Officer always have an escort, for his or her security, while on away missions or otherwise planetside."
She drew a phaser from her pack and placed it on her hip, and handed a second to Captain Kersare, "Here you are, ma'am. I got word about something strange going on down here, and figured it would be best if you were kept armed, in case things get... ugly."
Taking the phaser from Lyn, Isabel nodded, "Thank you." She glanced around a little, "Here I was hoping for some relaxation."
Lyn nodded, "I know what you mean. I could help you relax.... but I doubt you'd be up for something of that nature..." she flashed a quick cattish grin, before it disappeared into a frown.
Isabel smiled and shook her head slightly...Lyn was direct if nothing else. "Did you get the treatment from Doctor Darkhelm?"
She nodded, "Yes, ma'am. Although it may take a little while to kick in, I got the treatment. The headache is gone, thankfully. How are you feeling, Captain?"
"I'm glad the headache is gone. I'm alright, just concerned about the reports I've just received from the High Council," Isabel admitted.
Lyn nodded, "Unidentified Flying Objects and all?" she giggled girlishly, "I thought that in the day and age we're in, we already know that there are little green men.... and women, like me, out there."
"Where are you off to next, Mon Chere Capitane?" Lyn licked her lips a moment, then smiled.
"Let's keep our voices down about the objects...there've only been a handful of reports, and I don't want to cause alarm. I'm supposed to be waiting for Security, Commander Hunt, and whoever else shows up, but why don't we walk around a bit?" Isabel figured scoping things out might be a good idea, plus she'd feel more at easy discussing the...objects..if they weren't sitting within earshot of others.
Lyn smiled, "Gotcha, Captain. Waiting on Security and Commander Hunt both? Mind if I tag along and fly you and whoever around? I'd love to get some more stick time, and would be really happy to take you wherever you want to go."
"You're welcome to join us. We'll probably need a lift to some of the more wooded areas whenever they arrive," Isabel said. Getting up from her chair in the outdoor cafe, Isabel started walking, pausing and waiting for Lyn.
Lyn kept up with the Captain, enjoying the sight of the shapely woman walking in front of her. When Isabel paused, Lyn, almost unwillingly, caught up and walked astride the senior officer. She pointed up the street, "The runabout is up there, and to the right, in a small cul-de-sac. Where you want to go, darling?"
"Let's head to one of the less populated areas, closer to the central area of the planet. That's where there've been reports of trouble." Isabel rather hoped to get a glimpse of one of the objects...which would need some form of name, now that she thought about it.. Time for that later. What she'd really like is to be able to catch one and study it, but only time would tell about that.
Lyn turned up the street, after catching Isabel's hand, and began to lead the woman along with her, turning the corner after but a block's distance, and sitting before them was an obviously heavily modified Danube-class Runabout. Lyn sang a few wordless bars aloud, and the portside hatched popped open and a ladder descended for the pair to climb.
Reaching the hatch, Karsel`lyn held a hand out to help Isabel inside, "After you, Mon Chere Capitane."
Isabel didn't quite know what to say. Lyn taking her hand caught her off guard, then the hatch popping open after she sang... She shook her head slightly, took the outstretched hand and climbed in the runabout, "Very well."
Karsel`lyn spritely hopped inside after Isabel, and herded the Captain into the cockpit. Lyn hopped into her seat, and buckled up swiftly. She looked over at Isabel, "You okay, Captain?"
Isabel nodded, "I'm fine, thank you." To add reassurance, she smiled, then added, "Let's try Zone 22 in Sector 7 of the planet. Anywhere around there that you can find a suitable place to land would work, Lieutenant."
Lyn nodded, entering the information into the navigation subroutine she had running already. She noted the approximate distance and bearing, and began to lift the craft from the ground. She waited until she was at least 162 meters off of the ground before she whipped the craft about one-hundred and fourty degrees and kicked in one-quarter impulse power, rocketing the craft away from the city as Lyn cried out happily as she was pushed back into her seat, her harnesses slacking up some as her weight let off of them.
She slowed the craft some more, to about twice the speed of sound, and glanced over at Isabel, "Sorry. You know how much I love starting off."
Isabel nodded, smiling, "No need to apologize. Flying is fun, and as it's your job I'm glad you like it. How long will it take us to get there?"
Lyn looked at the panel in front of her, "At current velocity of two-thousand four-hundred kilometers per hour, it will take us about a half hour to get there. I don't want to violate any airspace restrictions by hot-dogging us over there, so I'm playing it safe, ma'am."
"Please do so. I'd rather stay on the Celtronians' good side, which would involve us not breaking any airspace restrictions. We have time anyway, as the others haven't arrived," Isabel said.
Lyn nodded, "Gotcha. Keep the velocity down, and we should be good. At least we'll have time to hang out some and get to know each other.... if that's good with you, of course."
"I enjoy getting to know my crew," Isabel replied. "Where else have you been stationed?"
Lyn frowned, "A number of places. I was with several Fighter squadrons during the War, defended Vulcan for awhile, until they moved me back to the Terra Defense perimeter. Talk about boring..... all because some Admiral got uppity because I slept with my CO."
"They moved me back to the front, after awhile, and I saw action at Cardassia Prime. That was.... an unpleasant time."
"Then," she looked over at the Captain, "I got a real chance and they transferred me to the USS Tolkien, where I commanded VFA 192, the Golden Dragons, and commanded the Tolkien's Aerospace Wing. I loved that time in my life, but of course, things happened and the Tolkien was mothballed."
"I moved on to the USS Ashling, served there in command of a squadron and the Aerospace Wing, but... well.... I was wounded in an attack by a Borg Sphere. Lost the woman I loved to them, too. I....." she choked up a moment, "I... was forced to shoot her several times, as she was being assimilated. N-never again...."
Lyn looked as if she was going to cry now, and had fallen silent as she flew the runabout, the only sounds coming from the small woman were small sniffles.
A look of concern, and pain grew over Isabel's face. She placed a hand gently on the woman's shoulder and spoke softly, "Lyn, I'm so sorry, I didn't know... I lost my husband to the Borg as well, although I was spared having to watch..." Nearly choking up herself at the thought of Derek, Isabel paused to regain composure. "You seem to be a very strong woman, or else you wouldn't be here. Perhaps the Malinche can become like a new home to you..." Isabel was partially afraid of saying the wrong thing, but hoped her words might help.
Lyn could barely speak, a few tears having begun to stream down her cheeks, "I.... I would like it to be a new home. I like it on the Malinche, and I love her Captain. She's a wonderful woman, and she's cute, too. But..... it'll always hurt, as I'm sure the loss of your husband will always hurt you. H-how did he die to them?"
Isabel wiped a tear from the young woman's cheek, "I know it will Lyn, you just have to keep going the best you can." She took a breath, then began, "Derek was Assistant Chief Security Officer...He was sent on an away mission to a supposedly abandoned ship. Next I knew, I was being called into the Captain's Ready Room. Apparently there were Borg aboard the 'abandoned' ship...Derek was trying to help make sure everyone on the team got out and was in the back of the group." Isabel looked down briefly, then back up at Lyn, "Borg got a hold of him and were in the process of assimilating him when one of the remaining Security officers apparently fired upon him to spare him from being taken into the collective."
"Oh god!" Lyn cried more, "I'm so sorry I made you think about it! I mean..... I lost a girlfriend. You lost your husband! I'm so sorry!"
Isabel shook her head, her eyes watering a little, but successfully keeping the tears back, "You don't need to apologize. It was two years ago now...and you didn't realize it had happened. Losing a girlfriend is just as painful as losing a husband."
Lyn switched the craft over to automatic pilot, and after unstrapping, moved over to Isabel's side and embraced the woman, "I'm so sorry, Isabel. If you feel like you need to cry, don't stop on my account. I know it still hurts, like how it still hurts me to know that Alejandra is gone. At least he wasn't stuck as a drone, and one of his crewmates did him a great service by keeping him from that horrid fate."
Isabel hugged Lyn back. Part of her did want to cry, but she'd not allowed herself to do so in front of others for years. "It will always hurt, but I try to remember the good times instead. The poor man who shot him felt so guilty for doing so...but you're right, he did the right thing." Reopening these old wounds was difficult...
Lyn rested her cheek on Isabel's shoulder, "I..... I'm sorry, Isabel darling. I'm sorry about how your life was ripped apart. I... I tried to kill myself after I came to after surgery, after the incident with the Borg. I hate them. They are repugnant to me, and I spit on them and their 'perfection'."
"But please, Isabel, if you ever need someone to talk to, about stuff like this, my shoulder and ears are always open to you."
She lifted her head from Isabel's shoulder, and looked into the woman's eyes, "Wow..... you're beautiful......"
Isabel blinked and moved back a little, caught off guard by Lyn's comment. "Thank you.." She didn't want to offend her, but it was a little much for her, "To be perfectly honest, I try not to think about what happened too much....but if I need someone to talk to, I'll let you know," she smiled warmly.
Lyn smiled back, "It's nice to have a friend. It almost makes me feel..... I don't know... giddy? I think that's the word, but I'm not sure."
"And I don't like thinking about what happened to Alejandra, either. But sometimes, it just pops up in my mind, and it hurts. But I have to move on, as I know Alejandra would want me to. But.... it's hard to find a woman who'd bother with one like me. Most women don't like naught but men, so I'm stuck with slim pickings, if you want to put it that way."
Lyn frowned and returned her attention to the pilot's console, "Land fall in eight minutes." She slid into the seat again, and strapped in slowly, almost listlessly. It was obvious that the pain of the memories was still there.
Isabel nodded, "Giddy works." Listening to Lyn, Isabel realized it was probably true - most women did stick with men...she herself hadn't really considered anything else, although she didn't see anything wrong with it. "You may still find someone Lyn; love has a way of coming when you least expect it, if your heart is open."
She noticed the way Lyn moved now, her spirit somehow drained, "It will be alright, and you have the support of everyone here," Isabel smiled.
Lyn nodded, "But.... so often, I fall in love, but that person doesn't return it. I... I've had women who've accused me of trying to steal their men, when all along I was much more interested in them instead."
"I've.... always been accused of being a man-stealer, a slut, a whore, and so many other rude things, so it's been almost impossible to even make friends, much less find a love who actually loves me back."
"It will come," Isabel said reassuringly. "I wouldn't accuse you of those things, and I would consider you a friend Lyn. I'm sure there are plenty of others on the ship that would feel that way too, have you talked to any of the them?"
Lyn shook her head, "No, not really. I've only spoken to you, and to Two. Two seems.... well.... very closed-in. Poor girl, she's lost so much to those damned Borg. I don't know if a friendship could be possible, since she doesn't have the emotions to build one with. But, like I told her," she guided the runabout into a small clearing in the woods below them, "I would be there to help her with anything she needs help with."
"And I'm flattered that you would think me a friend, Isabel, and I'm glad you wouldn't accuse me of things, either," she sighed, shutting the engines down. She unstrapped herself from the seat, and slipped back into the runabout, reappearing in the main cabin with a pair of compression phaser rifles, handing one to the Captain when she came back herself.
"It's good of you to reach out to Rebekah, I think she could use some friends. And of course I think of you as a friend," Isabel smiled. After undoing her harness, Lyn reappeared, and Isabel took to offered phaser rifle, "Lead the way Lieutenant."
Lyn nodded, cradling the rifle, and sang the requisite bars of song, and the hatch once again opened. She hopped down the three feet to the ground, her rifle coming up to her shoulder as she swept it back and forth, "Looks clear, Captain."
Isabel nodded and also dropped to the ground, looking in all directions. "Here we are..." They were in a clearing, forests surrounding them starting at the edge of the clearing. "Now we just need to wait for the others to arrive. Let's take a little look around, but not go too far."
"Okay. Follow me, ma'am, but tell me where you want to go."
Isabel pointed to a break in the trees slightly to the left of them, "Let's try over there."
OFF: TAG Security, Intelligence, Hunt, whomever,
A JP with
Captain Isabel Kersare
Commanding Officer
USS Malinche
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Lieutenant JG Shandris
Assistant Chief Security/Tactical Officer
USS Malinche, NCC-38897-B
Lieutenant JG Shandris
Assistant Chief Security/Tactical Officer
USS Malinche, NCC-38897-B