Lost and Found
Moderators: Tournneau, Korath, Kersare
Lost and Found
<<USS Malinche, Ready Room, 1304, Day 1>>
The past five days had been a blur, much like the mission. While tensions had been high during the mission, now that it was over everything that happened seemed impossible in that short a time.
The Sentinel crew had been transported to the SIrion without incident and, once final preparations had been made, the two ships had set a course for Starbase 386-B. Due to the lack of Sentinel Engineers, Isabel had sent some from the Malinche to help out on the way. Luckily the trip had been uneventful.
For her part, Isabel had been keeping busy. Reports had been piling up for days and she still had to prepare a briefing for StarFleet. She'd visited Sickbay and Engineering to see how things were going.
The one thing she hadn't done was visit Derek (NPC). For some reason she just hadn't been able to bring herself to do so. Deep down she knew part of it was that she was afraid. Afraid he wouldn't recognize her, afraid he would.
Probably she should schedule an appointment with Nora, but Isabel was avoiding that too. The truth was a hard thing to hear.
Sighing, Isabel stood from her desk and walked over to the viewport. She could see the Nor Class Starbase and nearby planet as the ship slowed to impulse power. They would need to request docking clearance in a few minutes, then power and environmental controls would need to be transferred to the umbilical supports. Then a well deserved shoreleave.
Might as well announce shoreleave now. Isabel tapped her comm badge, "Attention all crewmembers: in a few minutes we'll be docking at Starbase 386. I've spoken with Rear Admiral Locke and you'll be granted shoreleave on the base and Khoonda, the planet, for the next week. Kersare out."
Normally she would've add some words of encouragement and gratitude for all her crew had done, but Isabel just wasn't feeling herself. Too much had happened in a short time...
Her doorchime sounded. "Enter."
"Ma'am, we're ready to dock once we have clearance from 386," an Ensign in yellow said.
"Thank you Ensign, coming now," Isabel replied. Time for a well deserved break, for her crew at least.
OFF: Alright enjoy everyone!
Specs for the Nor class are available on the HF site here: http://horizonfleet.net/index.php?optio ... &sclass=50
Here's the website for 386 (it is an actual base, but we won't be actually JMing this): http://cyfi-rpghost.com/SB386-B/
The past five days had been a blur, much like the mission. While tensions had been high during the mission, now that it was over everything that happened seemed impossible in that short a time.
The Sentinel crew had been transported to the SIrion without incident and, once final preparations had been made, the two ships had set a course for Starbase 386-B. Due to the lack of Sentinel Engineers, Isabel had sent some from the Malinche to help out on the way. Luckily the trip had been uneventful.
For her part, Isabel had been keeping busy. Reports had been piling up for days and she still had to prepare a briefing for StarFleet. She'd visited Sickbay and Engineering to see how things were going.
The one thing she hadn't done was visit Derek (NPC). For some reason she just hadn't been able to bring herself to do so. Deep down she knew part of it was that she was afraid. Afraid he wouldn't recognize her, afraid he would.
Probably she should schedule an appointment with Nora, but Isabel was avoiding that too. The truth was a hard thing to hear.
Sighing, Isabel stood from her desk and walked over to the viewport. She could see the Nor Class Starbase and nearby planet as the ship slowed to impulse power. They would need to request docking clearance in a few minutes, then power and environmental controls would need to be transferred to the umbilical supports. Then a well deserved shoreleave.
Might as well announce shoreleave now. Isabel tapped her comm badge, "Attention all crewmembers: in a few minutes we'll be docking at Starbase 386. I've spoken with Rear Admiral Locke and you'll be granted shoreleave on the base and Khoonda, the planet, for the next week. Kersare out."
Normally she would've add some words of encouragement and gratitude for all her crew had done, but Isabel just wasn't feeling herself. Too much had happened in a short time...
Her doorchime sounded. "Enter."
"Ma'am, we're ready to dock once we have clearance from 386," an Ensign in yellow said.
"Thank you Ensign, coming now," Isabel replied. Time for a well deserved break, for her crew at least.
OFF: Alright enjoy everyone!
Specs for the Nor class are available on the HF site here: http://horizonfleet.net/index.php?optio ... &sclass=50
Here's the website for 386 (it is an actual base, but we won't be actually JMing this): http://cyfi-rpghost.com/SB386-B/
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Captain Isabel Kersare
Commanding Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
On:
Time: Upon Arrival at SB 386
Personal Quarters
USS Malinche
Personal Log
The longest day has finally ended. I must say that my first mission with this crew and this ship was one I won?t soon forget. I was able to get in a counseling session once we got underway for SB 386, which was quite helpful in my opinion. While no changes have been made in regards to treatment, at least not yet, I am confident that further progress will be made once things settle down. I?m told we have a week?s worth of shore leave and must admit I have no plans as to how to occupy most the time. I guess I?ll just have to take it one day at a time and see what catches my attention.
Upon completion of his log, Aaron grabbed a few items and went to explore the station. After some wandering around, looking at what was to offer the scientist came upon a group of holosuites. After some haggling with the proprietor, he was able to rent one for the afternoon. The program, based on the American civil war, was one he had used since the end of the Dominion War. Some might find it odd that one would enjoy a program of one of the most brutal conflicts from 19th century Earth, but it didn?t bother Aaron.
Holosuite 19
SB 386
?Halt who goes there!??
?It is I, Lt. Steele from Brigand?s scout brigade.? Aaron slowed his pace as he met the sentry?s challenge.
The private looked him over.
?You followed??
?Do you see anyone else??
The kid shook his head. ?No, I don?t see no one but you.?
Aaron shifted his musket to a more comfortable position.
?Good, now if you?ll let me through, I have business at the fort.?
The sentry slipped back into the woods as he spoke.
?Go on ahead.?
After a similar routine at the fort?s entrance, Aaron was allowed in and told the Colonel was busy but would receive him when able.
Off:
TAG:
Anyone who wants to ?crash? the program.
Time: Upon Arrival at SB 386
Personal Quarters
USS Malinche
Personal Log
The longest day has finally ended. I must say that my first mission with this crew and this ship was one I won?t soon forget. I was able to get in a counseling session once we got underway for SB 386, which was quite helpful in my opinion. While no changes have been made in regards to treatment, at least not yet, I am confident that further progress will be made once things settle down. I?m told we have a week?s worth of shore leave and must admit I have no plans as to how to occupy most the time. I guess I?ll just have to take it one day at a time and see what catches my attention.
Upon completion of his log, Aaron grabbed a few items and went to explore the station. After some wandering around, looking at what was to offer the scientist came upon a group of holosuites. After some haggling with the proprietor, he was able to rent one for the afternoon. The program, based on the American civil war, was one he had used since the end of the Dominion War. Some might find it odd that one would enjoy a program of one of the most brutal conflicts from 19th century Earth, but it didn?t bother Aaron.
Holosuite 19
SB 386
?Halt who goes there!??
?It is I, Lt. Steele from Brigand?s scout brigade.? Aaron slowed his pace as he met the sentry?s challenge.
The private looked him over.
?You followed??
?Do you see anyone else??
The kid shook his head. ?No, I don?t see no one but you.?
Aaron shifted his musket to a more comfortable position.
?Good, now if you?ll let me through, I have business at the fort.?
The sentry slipped back into the woods as he spoke.
?Go on ahead.?
After a similar routine at the fort?s entrance, Aaron was allowed in and told the Colonel was busy but would receive him when able.
Off:
TAG:
Anyone who wants to ?crash? the program.
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Lt. Aaron Steele
Chief Science Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
ON: <<Red?s Bar & Grill, SB 386-B, Day 2, 0800>>
Will had woken up that morning refreshed and alert. Once the Sirion crew had gotten settled and they had made it back to Starbase 386-B, Will had finally had a chance to retire to his quarters and sleep. Not surprisingly, he slept quite soundly through most of the day.
Now he found himself exploring the station in search of something to do to entertain himself. Like most of the crew, Will planned to take full advantage of his shoreleave. As he made his way along the upper level of the Promenade, he paused and leaned against one of the railings to watch the bustle of civilians and officers below. Comparatively, his position above the crowd seemed rather peaceful.
His thoughts were interrupted by the growling of his stomach, reminding him of his goal this morning. He glanced back at the busy Promenade and caught sight of an establishment that seemed rather lively, even this early in the morning. Will found the nearest lift and descended to the lower level.
It took him a few moments to locate the place again, but when he did, he was pleased to see that there was an open table. Taking a seat, he didn?t have to wait long before a waiter provided him with a menu. ?Would you like anything to drink, sir,? the waiter asked, his finger poised over the controls of a PADD.
?Just a glass of orange juice right now,? he said, ?thank you.? The waiter smiled and nodded before disappearing behind the bar. Will watched him leave, then opened up his menu to take a gander at the selections. There was so much to choose from, he wasn?t sure what he wanted. In the end, he settled on a nice stack of pancakes with a side of sausage links.
When his food arrived, which was rather soon, considering how busy it had already gotten, the aroma had Will?s mouth watering. Carefully, he took his fork and knife and cut a piece of the fluffy pancake, dabbed it in the syrup, and placed it in his mouth. After what he had been eating the last week, it tasted like heaven.
It wasn?t long before he polished off the pancakes and sausage, chasing it down with the last swallows of orange juice. Setting the glass on the table, he left a tip for the waiter, then rose to his feet and headed back out onto the crowded Promenade to see what else the station had to offer.
OFF
Will had woken up that morning refreshed and alert. Once the Sirion crew had gotten settled and they had made it back to Starbase 386-B, Will had finally had a chance to retire to his quarters and sleep. Not surprisingly, he slept quite soundly through most of the day.
Now he found himself exploring the station in search of something to do to entertain himself. Like most of the crew, Will planned to take full advantage of his shoreleave. As he made his way along the upper level of the Promenade, he paused and leaned against one of the railings to watch the bustle of civilians and officers below. Comparatively, his position above the crowd seemed rather peaceful.
His thoughts were interrupted by the growling of his stomach, reminding him of his goal this morning. He glanced back at the busy Promenade and caught sight of an establishment that seemed rather lively, even this early in the morning. Will found the nearest lift and descended to the lower level.
It took him a few moments to locate the place again, but when he did, he was pleased to see that there was an open table. Taking a seat, he didn?t have to wait long before a waiter provided him with a menu. ?Would you like anything to drink, sir,? the waiter asked, his finger poised over the controls of a PADD.
?Just a glass of orange juice right now,? he said, ?thank you.? The waiter smiled and nodded before disappearing behind the bar. Will watched him leave, then opened up his menu to take a gander at the selections. There was so much to choose from, he wasn?t sure what he wanted. In the end, he settled on a nice stack of pancakes with a side of sausage links.
When his food arrived, which was rather soon, considering how busy it had already gotten, the aroma had Will?s mouth watering. Carefully, he took his fork and knife and cut a piece of the fluffy pancake, dabbed it in the syrup, and placed it in his mouth. After what he had been eating the last week, it tasted like heaven.
It wasn?t long before he polished off the pancakes and sausage, chasing it down with the last swallows of orange juice. Setting the glass on the table, he left a tip for the waiter, then rose to his feet and headed back out onto the crowded Promenade to see what else the station had to offer.
OFF
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Lt. JG Aaron Masterson
Chief Security/Tactical Officer & 2XO
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
<<SB 386-B Promenade, 1404, Day 1>>
Wandering aimlessly on the lowest level of the Promenade, Nora was perfectly content to be swallowed up in the flow of foot traffic. After a bit of a tumultuous start as Chief Counselor, she had every intention of spending her shore leave doing as little as possible. A leisurely stroll through the crowded levels of the Promenade had seemed the perfect way to start.
?Nora?? Whipping around at the sound of her name, she simply couldn?t believe her eyes. Not two feet behind her stood Talia Hooper (NPC), one of Nora?s closest friends from her years at the Academy. The women exchanged excited smiles and similar cries of disbelief as they crossed the gap between them.
?Talia, you look wonderful!? Nora laughed, throwing her arms around the tall redhead.
?And to think I almost passed right by you,? said Talia, taking Nora?s arm and pulling her off to the side of the walkway. ?Your hair has grown so long, Nor! I thought you?d never recover after you cut it.?
?Neither did I,? the Betazoid admitted with a guilty shrug. ?Taught me a lesson about impulsive hair decisions, though, and one I?ll never forget.? From there the conversation sailed on, the two women reminiscing about their time spent together on Earth. Nora couldn?t believe how quickly time had flown. Hadn?t it only been yesterday when they had left on their first assignments, promising each other they?d always keep in touch?
?I heard through the grapevine you?ve been promoted,? Talia casually mentioned with a smile. ?We?ll have to get together for some drinks later so you can tell me all about it. I promised some friends I?d meet them in a holosuite, but I still have three days left before my ship leaves. What do you say??
?It sounds wonderful, Tal,? Nora agreed. ?Let?s skip the Romulan Ale this time, shall we? We don't want history to repeat itself.?
?Fair enough. God knows you can?t hold your liquor,? Talia grinned. ?Later tonight, then?? After Nora promised she?d be there, the two women parted ways. All in all, Nora decided, it was a wonderful way to begin shoreleave.
OFF
Wandering aimlessly on the lowest level of the Promenade, Nora was perfectly content to be swallowed up in the flow of foot traffic. After a bit of a tumultuous start as Chief Counselor, she had every intention of spending her shore leave doing as little as possible. A leisurely stroll through the crowded levels of the Promenade had seemed the perfect way to start.
?Nora?? Whipping around at the sound of her name, she simply couldn?t believe her eyes. Not two feet behind her stood Talia Hooper (NPC), one of Nora?s closest friends from her years at the Academy. The women exchanged excited smiles and similar cries of disbelief as they crossed the gap between them.
?Talia, you look wonderful!? Nora laughed, throwing her arms around the tall redhead.
?And to think I almost passed right by you,? said Talia, taking Nora?s arm and pulling her off to the side of the walkway. ?Your hair has grown so long, Nor! I thought you?d never recover after you cut it.?
?Neither did I,? the Betazoid admitted with a guilty shrug. ?Taught me a lesson about impulsive hair decisions, though, and one I?ll never forget.? From there the conversation sailed on, the two women reminiscing about their time spent together on Earth. Nora couldn?t believe how quickly time had flown. Hadn?t it only been yesterday when they had left on their first assignments, promising each other they?d always keep in touch?
?I heard through the grapevine you?ve been promoted,? Talia casually mentioned with a smile. ?We?ll have to get together for some drinks later so you can tell me all about it. I promised some friends I?d meet them in a holosuite, but I still have three days left before my ship leaves. What do you say??
?It sounds wonderful, Tal,? Nora agreed. ?Let?s skip the Romulan Ale this time, shall we? We don't want history to repeat itself.?
?Fair enough. God knows you can?t hold your liquor,? Talia grinned. ?Later tonight, then?? After Nora promised she?d be there, the two women parted ways. All in all, Nora decided, it was a wonderful way to begin shoreleave.
OFF
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Commander Nora Zeral
Executive Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
<<USS Malinche, 1315 Hours, Day 1>>
Mason was alone in his cabin trying to clean up the long awaited disater he had been putting off since the mission began. He was a bit disappointed in himself because he was not raised like that and felt even more ashamed if his mother or aunt had seen the mess.
After 20 minutes of cleaning, Hunt felt the need to grab a bite and catch up some overdue messages that his cousin and great uncle sent him about the basketball and football games there on earth. How he missed those days of getting out in the open green and cement getting exercise and enjoyment. It was with the hope that Mason would one day become a player in one of the two sports but he chose the one option that grew and was very close to his heart which was Starfleet.
Going back on reflection, the mission did bring to the surface the full extent of human inginuity and courage that Mason himself was very proud of and never had seen before. The crew was his family and he if had he would have given each of them a golden medal just for being the best crew in the fleet.
The first officer was growing tired of watching clip and clip and went to his sink and splash some very cold water onto his face. The briskness shook him out of the brief daze that consumed his face and brought him back to reality.
The Malinche had now docked at starbase 386, he was looking forward to some sight seeing about this base to which he had never stepped foot onto before.
OFF
Mason was alone in his cabin trying to clean up the long awaited disater he had been putting off since the mission began. He was a bit disappointed in himself because he was not raised like that and felt even more ashamed if his mother or aunt had seen the mess.
After 20 minutes of cleaning, Hunt felt the need to grab a bite and catch up some overdue messages that his cousin and great uncle sent him about the basketball and football games there on earth. How he missed those days of getting out in the open green and cement getting exercise and enjoyment. It was with the hope that Mason would one day become a player in one of the two sports but he chose the one option that grew and was very close to his heart which was Starfleet.
Going back on reflection, the mission did bring to the surface the full extent of human inginuity and courage that Mason himself was very proud of and never had seen before. The crew was his family and he if had he would have given each of them a golden medal just for being the best crew in the fleet.
The first officer was growing tired of watching clip and clip and went to his sink and splash some very cold water onto his face. The briskness shook him out of the brief daze that consumed his face and brought him back to reality.
The Malinche had now docked at starbase 386, he was looking forward to some sight seeing about this base to which he had never stepped foot onto before.
OFF
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Commander Mason Hunt
First Officer
USS Malinche NCC 38897-B
ON: <<Promenade, Starbase 386-B, MD02, 0900>>
Will slowly made his way along the crowded Promenade. Though not all of the store units were occupied, the ones that were had established a thriving business for themselves. Eventually, Will found what he was looking for...the holosuites.
Once he had found an unoccupied suite, he tapped the door control, causing the door to slide open and allowing him access. He entered the room, his footsteps echoing off the hologrid as the door slid shut behind him. With the door closed, the noise from the Promenade had vanished.
Will approached the holosuite controls and inserted an isolinear chip into the slot. "Computer, download and run program Will-427," Will ordered. There was a momentary delay as the computer processed the information, then the grid shimmered and vanished, replaced by a rustic northern wilderness.
Will had only been to the location the program was based on twice; once as a child and once, right before leaving for his first assignment. Both times, he had enjoyed spending time in the pristine wilderness that had remained untouched for centuries. He took a moment to admire the view from where he was standing. The lake glistened in the morning sun and he could hear birds singing in the dense forest around him.
Just a short distance away, a canoe sat waiting at the water's edge. It was loaded with camping supplies that Will would probably not have time to use, but it was all part of the experience. Slowly, he approached the canoe, the gravel crunching under his feet as he gripped the stern and pushed the canoe into the water. Swinging his leg over the side, Will climbed into the canoe and shoved off with his other foot before bringing it in as well.
He reached forward and grabbed the wooden paddle in front of him, dipping it into the water and taking a single stroke that propelled the craft out toward the middle of the lake. It was a welcome relief from the events that he had just experienced on the last mission.
In the days when French fur traders were exploring the North American continent, they had discovered these lakes and streams, using them to expand their trade routes. Since that time, many people had taken the paddle to the water to explore the same area. Will knew that some of the backwater areas hadn't been seen by man in hundreds of years. This was exploring. Smiling to himself, he turned the canoe toward where he knew the first portage lie and began to paddle forward.
END
Will slowly made his way along the crowded Promenade. Though not all of the store units were occupied, the ones that were had established a thriving business for themselves. Eventually, Will found what he was looking for...the holosuites.
Once he had found an unoccupied suite, he tapped the door control, causing the door to slide open and allowing him access. He entered the room, his footsteps echoing off the hologrid as the door slid shut behind him. With the door closed, the noise from the Promenade had vanished.
Will approached the holosuite controls and inserted an isolinear chip into the slot. "Computer, download and run program Will-427," Will ordered. There was a momentary delay as the computer processed the information, then the grid shimmered and vanished, replaced by a rustic northern wilderness.
Will had only been to the location the program was based on twice; once as a child and once, right before leaving for his first assignment. Both times, he had enjoyed spending time in the pristine wilderness that had remained untouched for centuries. He took a moment to admire the view from where he was standing. The lake glistened in the morning sun and he could hear birds singing in the dense forest around him.
Just a short distance away, a canoe sat waiting at the water's edge. It was loaded with camping supplies that Will would probably not have time to use, but it was all part of the experience. Slowly, he approached the canoe, the gravel crunching under his feet as he gripped the stern and pushed the canoe into the water. Swinging his leg over the side, Will climbed into the canoe and shoved off with his other foot before bringing it in as well.
He reached forward and grabbed the wooden paddle in front of him, dipping it into the water and taking a single stroke that propelled the craft out toward the middle of the lake. It was a welcome relief from the events that he had just experienced on the last mission.
In the days when French fur traders were exploring the North American continent, they had discovered these lakes and streams, using them to expand their trade routes. Since that time, many people had taken the paddle to the water to explore the same area. Will knew that some of the backwater areas hadn't been seen by man in hundreds of years. This was exploring. Smiling to himself, he turned the canoe toward where he knew the first portage lie and began to paddle forward.
END
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Lt. JG Aaron Masterson
Chief Security/Tactical Officer & 2XO
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
<<Starbase 386, Promenade, 0900, Day 3>>
The past few days had gone by fairly quickly. Other than returning to her quarters to sleep, Britney (PNPC) had managed to spend the rest of her time on the Starbase. With everything that had gone on, and the fact that the one drone was still on the Malinche, the Direidian felt ill at ease there.
Luckily a few of her fellow crewmates felt the same and had been inviting her to go with them to the Starbase each day. The majority of the crew actually got along very well, so the composition of the group usually varied to some extent. Of course, some were closer than others and there was the occasional disagreement.
Today Britney was starting off with Caleb (NPC). They'd gotten breakfast a little while ago and had decided to see some of the shops that were in business. Not all the shop areas were full yet, but many were, so the assortment was varied.
"So, where would you like to go?" Caleb asked.
Briney's eyes searched the area, "I'm not sure... I know we've walked through the Promenade a few times by now, but there's just so many things."
"Well, do you want to look for something in particular, or just browse?"
She was reluctant to admit what she really wanted to look for, especially since she was with Caleb. It wasn't that it was embarassing really, just not what she usually shopped for when out shopping with a man.
Caleb saw her hesitation, "It's alright, just tell me. Whatever it is, I won't mind, promise." He gave her a smile to reassure her.
Britney's eyes slid away from his for a moment, "I'd like to look for some clothes actually." She quickly defended her choice, "On Direidi we loved plays and shows, so we had lots of different clothes and costumes, but I wasn't able to take much with me when I came on the Malinche. I know I could just replicate some things, but it's just not the same..."
"That's nothing to be ashamed of Britney," Caleb said, chuckling. "Lots of people enjoy clothes shopping."
"But not you?" She frowned slightly.
Caleb shook his head, "You're assuming an awful lot. I never said that. Sure it's not at the top of my list, but I don't hate it either." He paused, then a playful look crossed his face. "Besides, you'll be modelling them for me, won't you?" Caleb winked at her.
Finally set at ease, Britney laughed and grinned, "Oh I suppose I could. But you're not coming in the dressing room with me."
He feigned disappointment, well, mostly feigned, "Awww, but that's part of the show!"
Rolling her eyes, she tugged on his arm, pulling him in the direction of the nearest clothes shop, "Come on."
OFF: To be continued?
Warrant Officer 2nd Class Caleb Corrin (NPC)
Warp Systems Specialist
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
and
Crewman Britney Liras (PNPC)
Captain's Yeoman
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
played by:
The past few days had gone by fairly quickly. Other than returning to her quarters to sleep, Britney (PNPC) had managed to spend the rest of her time on the Starbase. With everything that had gone on, and the fact that the one drone was still on the Malinche, the Direidian felt ill at ease there.
Luckily a few of her fellow crewmates felt the same and had been inviting her to go with them to the Starbase each day. The majority of the crew actually got along very well, so the composition of the group usually varied to some extent. Of course, some were closer than others and there was the occasional disagreement.
Today Britney was starting off with Caleb (NPC). They'd gotten breakfast a little while ago and had decided to see some of the shops that were in business. Not all the shop areas were full yet, but many were, so the assortment was varied.
"So, where would you like to go?" Caleb asked.
Briney's eyes searched the area, "I'm not sure... I know we've walked through the Promenade a few times by now, but there's just so many things."
"Well, do you want to look for something in particular, or just browse?"
She was reluctant to admit what she really wanted to look for, especially since she was with Caleb. It wasn't that it was embarassing really, just not what she usually shopped for when out shopping with a man.
Caleb saw her hesitation, "It's alright, just tell me. Whatever it is, I won't mind, promise." He gave her a smile to reassure her.
Britney's eyes slid away from his for a moment, "I'd like to look for some clothes actually." She quickly defended her choice, "On Direidi we loved plays and shows, so we had lots of different clothes and costumes, but I wasn't able to take much with me when I came on the Malinche. I know I could just replicate some things, but it's just not the same..."
"That's nothing to be ashamed of Britney," Caleb said, chuckling. "Lots of people enjoy clothes shopping."
"But not you?" She frowned slightly.
Caleb shook his head, "You're assuming an awful lot. I never said that. Sure it's not at the top of my list, but I don't hate it either." He paused, then a playful look crossed his face. "Besides, you'll be modelling them for me, won't you?" Caleb winked at her.
Finally set at ease, Britney laughed and grinned, "Oh I suppose I could. But you're not coming in the dressing room with me."
He feigned disappointment, well, mostly feigned, "Awww, but that's part of the show!"
Rolling her eyes, she tugged on his arm, pulling him in the direction of the nearest clothes shop, "Come on."
OFF: To be continued?
Warrant Officer 2nd Class Caleb Corrin (NPC)
Warp Systems Specialist
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
and
Crewman Britney Liras (PNPC)
Captain's Yeoman
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
played by:
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Captain Isabel Kersare
Commanding Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
ON: <<Corridor - Deck 9, USS Malinche, MD02, 1400>>
Lt. JG Joey Summers (NPC) made his way along the corridor, thinking about what he was going to do at the end of his shift. He had heard about some of the establishments on the starbase and was considering a trip to one of the holosuites. As he weighed his options, he saw Lt. JG Schulz coming toward him. From the looks of it, the lieutenant had gotten wet and tried to dry off as best he could. Summers had to stifle a laugh at the thought of his superior, dripping wet.
Will noticed Lt. Summers and caught sight of the laugh in his eyes. ?What,? Will said, stopping, ?What?s so funny??
Joey tried to maintain his composure as he asked, ?What happened, sir??
?If you must know, it was a moose,? Will replied indignantly. Joey blinked, thrown off guard by the man?s response.
?A moose, sir,? he repeated, having a harder time controlling himself.
?Yeah,? Will said, realizing where this was going, ?Tipped the canoe just as I was rounding Thunder Point. You have no idea how nasty those can be??
?I?m sorry, sir,? Joey said, unable to control himself any longer, ?It?s just?you?re all wet.? He laughed aloud at the humor in the situation, though Will clearly did not share in his amusement.
In order to spare himself the humility, Will said, ?Report, lieutenant.? Joey stopped laughing and became suddenly serious.
?Right,? he said, the corners of his mouth twitching, ?We?ve taken on enough supplies to replenish what we provided for the Sentinel crew. Other than that, things seem to be running smoothly.? Will gave him a look that stemmed his amusement from resurfacing.
?Very good,? Will said, looking down at his soaked clothes, ?I?m going to find a fresh uniform. You know, if you?re not busy during your break, you should try something in the holosuites?maybe a good barrel over Niagara Falls.?
?No, thank you, sir,? Joey answered, ?I think I?ll stick to something more relaxing.?
?Suit yourself,? Will said, ?carry on.? He continued down the corridor and entered the nearest lift. As the doors hissed shut, he caught a glimpse of Summers whispering excitedly to another crewman and pointing at him. Rolling his eyes, Will ordered, ?Deck 3.?
<<Will?s Quarters, Deck 3, USS Malinche>>
Will adjusted the jacket of his uniform before pinning the commbadge to his chest. He entered the main living area of his quarters and noticed a cargo container standing next to one of the chairs. Not having heard anyone come in, he assumed that he just missed it on his way in earlier. Grabbing it by each handle, Will hoisted the container onto the table and opened the latches. Carefully, he lifted the lid and set it aside before looking into the container to see his belongings from the Sirion.
Among them were his book collection, a few models, various PADDs and other personal possessions. From what he could tell, most of it had been tossed inside for transport without any kind of organization. ?Figures,? he muttered to himself as he began to unpack and sort things. He placed the books on the shelves near his desk and stacked the PADDs neatly on the desk itself. It took him a bit to find the right place for some of his models, but eventually, everything had been unpacked and put in its proper place. He would have to remember to thank Lt. Monroe for sending them over.
Satisfied that he had finally made the room his home, Will decided to head to the office to get some work done. After all, Shoreleave wasn?t all fun and games.
END
Lt. JG Joey Summers (NPC)
Operations Officer
USS Malinche
played by
Lt. JG Joey Summers (NPC) made his way along the corridor, thinking about what he was going to do at the end of his shift. He had heard about some of the establishments on the starbase and was considering a trip to one of the holosuites. As he weighed his options, he saw Lt. JG Schulz coming toward him. From the looks of it, the lieutenant had gotten wet and tried to dry off as best he could. Summers had to stifle a laugh at the thought of his superior, dripping wet.
Will noticed Lt. Summers and caught sight of the laugh in his eyes. ?What,? Will said, stopping, ?What?s so funny??
Joey tried to maintain his composure as he asked, ?What happened, sir??
?If you must know, it was a moose,? Will replied indignantly. Joey blinked, thrown off guard by the man?s response.
?A moose, sir,? he repeated, having a harder time controlling himself.
?Yeah,? Will said, realizing where this was going, ?Tipped the canoe just as I was rounding Thunder Point. You have no idea how nasty those can be??
?I?m sorry, sir,? Joey said, unable to control himself any longer, ?It?s just?you?re all wet.? He laughed aloud at the humor in the situation, though Will clearly did not share in his amusement.
In order to spare himself the humility, Will said, ?Report, lieutenant.? Joey stopped laughing and became suddenly serious.
?Right,? he said, the corners of his mouth twitching, ?We?ve taken on enough supplies to replenish what we provided for the Sentinel crew. Other than that, things seem to be running smoothly.? Will gave him a look that stemmed his amusement from resurfacing.
?Very good,? Will said, looking down at his soaked clothes, ?I?m going to find a fresh uniform. You know, if you?re not busy during your break, you should try something in the holosuites?maybe a good barrel over Niagara Falls.?
?No, thank you, sir,? Joey answered, ?I think I?ll stick to something more relaxing.?
?Suit yourself,? Will said, ?carry on.? He continued down the corridor and entered the nearest lift. As the doors hissed shut, he caught a glimpse of Summers whispering excitedly to another crewman and pointing at him. Rolling his eyes, Will ordered, ?Deck 3.?
<<Will?s Quarters, Deck 3, USS Malinche>>
Will adjusted the jacket of his uniform before pinning the commbadge to his chest. He entered the main living area of his quarters and noticed a cargo container standing next to one of the chairs. Not having heard anyone come in, he assumed that he just missed it on his way in earlier. Grabbing it by each handle, Will hoisted the container onto the table and opened the latches. Carefully, he lifted the lid and set it aside before looking into the container to see his belongings from the Sirion.
Among them were his book collection, a few models, various PADDs and other personal possessions. From what he could tell, most of it had been tossed inside for transport without any kind of organization. ?Figures,? he muttered to himself as he began to unpack and sort things. He placed the books on the shelves near his desk and stacked the PADDs neatly on the desk itself. It took him a bit to find the right place for some of his models, but eventually, everything had been unpacked and put in its proper place. He would have to remember to thank Lt. Monroe for sending them over.
Satisfied that he had finally made the room his home, Will decided to head to the office to get some work done. After all, Shoreleave wasn?t all fun and games.
END
Lt. JG Joey Summers (NPC)
Operations Officer
USS Malinche
played by
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Lt. JG Aaron Masterson
Chief Security/Tactical Officer & 2XO
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
<<USS Malinche, Starbase 386-B, MD02, 0920>>
The docking went fairly well, people began to disembark causing a much increase between the ship and star base. Smiles and laughter filled the atmosphere on the bridge and just about on every deck.
Shoreleave was very much needed and Mason was already planning on what to do on his. He knew that the Malinche's holodeck systems were going to be overhauled which meant new programs for him to try and unwind.
He had received a message that his cousin Mark was going to be arriving at the base the day after tommorrow. Mason had not seen him in almost 7 years. Sure they stayed in contact over the years by subspace.
The message had said that mark was now married and had one child on the way. This put mason down because he wanted to some day get married and settle down but his busy career would not permit it.
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The docking went fairly well, people began to disembark causing a much increase between the ship and star base. Smiles and laughter filled the atmosphere on the bridge and just about on every deck.
Shoreleave was very much needed and Mason was already planning on what to do on his. He knew that the Malinche's holodeck systems were going to be overhauled which meant new programs for him to try and unwind.
He had received a message that his cousin Mark was going to be arriving at the base the day after tommorrow. Mason had not seen him in almost 7 years. Sure they stayed in contact over the years by subspace.
The message had said that mark was now married and had one child on the way. This put mason down because he wanted to some day get married and settle down but his busy career would not permit it.
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Commander Mason Hunt
First Officer
USS Malinche NCC 38897-B
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- Senior Staff
- Posts: 202
- Joined: Mon Mar 20, 2006 2:17 pm
- Location: Space, the final frontier...
- Contact:
ON: <Starbase 386, Day 2, 1600 hours>
Peters strolled slowly along the Promenade of Starbase 386. Outwardly he seemed casually content, happily meandering among the different shops that had opened in the few weeks since 386 had been opened to Civilian traffic. On the inside he was less happy, and far less tranquil than he seemed.
Peters had spent the last few days reflecting on what had happened aboard the Sirion. He'd nearly been assimilated at least once while a few other members of the Malinche crew had died or been seriously injured. And he didn't even want to think about the poor engineers and security people on the Sentinel.
Thomas Meyer watched as the young Starfleet officer walked into his shop. He wore the yellow of services and looked perfectly content to be wandering about the Starbase. Tom's trained eye knew better though. The young man seemed quite troubled.
"Bill, keep an eye on the counter for a moment," Tom said to his assistant. He then walked over to the officer and observed for a moment, wondering if the man would notice him.
Peters started when he heard a voice just to his left say "Why so glum, chum?"
"I'm sorry?" Peters asked. He assumed this was the keeper of the shop of various collectibles he'd wandered into. As far as the question, Peters didn't understand. He hadn't let down his expression of cheerful obliviousness.
"You don't get far in my line of work without learning to spot a fake, my good man," Tom replied. "And you, sir, seem to be faking happiness. Anything I can help you with?"
Peters weighed the situation for a moment. He had no idea who this guy was, but he was quite skilled at reading people, it seemed. On the other hand, Peters had never had a very good poker face.
"I doubt it. Unless you can arrange a transfer to a less stressful assignment that's still interesting for me." Peters shrugged.
"Well, my brother is an admiral, but I don't think that's what you really want." Tom clapped Peters on the shoulder. "Care to tell me about it?"
"I feel like I'm in over my head, basically," Peters said. "We just finished a mission where we had to deal with the Borg, I'm working as an Engineer when my real specialty is Science, and I have a raw recruit from the Academy who has more engineering ability in one of his feathers than I have in my whole body."
Tom nodded. "Well, my friend, it seems you're having an identity crisis... but I think you'll get through it. Just remember, Engineering is a form of science, even if it seems like an art. As for your recruit, he has the talent, but you have the experience... and that's what makes you suitable for the job you have."
Reaching over to the nearest shelf, Tom picked up an oddly shaped blue crystal and held it out to Peters. "Take this, on the house. Go back to your ship and give your situation some thought and I'm sure you'll figure out what to do."
"What is it?" Peters asked as he took the crystal from the older man's grasp.
"It's a Romulan meditation stone. Hard to come by on this side of the Neutral Zone, but not especially valuable. Vulcans tend to meditate with flames. Romulans scholars shine a light through one of these and meditate while watching the refractions on the wall." Tom smiled and gave Peters another pat on the shoulder. "I don't know if it will help you any, but I think you'll like the patterns it shows when lit."
"Thank you," Peters replied, already lost in thought. He wandered slowly towards the door and back out onto the promenade. Somehow, though he had more to think about than ever, his thoughts seemed a bit more ordered than they had been the past 5 days.
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This has been a JP with
Civilian Tom Meyer (PNPC)
Shopkeeper
Starbase 386
As Played by:
Commander Tony Meyer of Starbase 386
Peters strolled slowly along the Promenade of Starbase 386. Outwardly he seemed casually content, happily meandering among the different shops that had opened in the few weeks since 386 had been opened to Civilian traffic. On the inside he was less happy, and far less tranquil than he seemed.
Peters had spent the last few days reflecting on what had happened aboard the Sirion. He'd nearly been assimilated at least once while a few other members of the Malinche crew had died or been seriously injured. And he didn't even want to think about the poor engineers and security people on the Sentinel.
Thomas Meyer watched as the young Starfleet officer walked into his shop. He wore the yellow of services and looked perfectly content to be wandering about the Starbase. Tom's trained eye knew better though. The young man seemed quite troubled.
"Bill, keep an eye on the counter for a moment," Tom said to his assistant. He then walked over to the officer and observed for a moment, wondering if the man would notice him.
Peters started when he heard a voice just to his left say "Why so glum, chum?"
"I'm sorry?" Peters asked. He assumed this was the keeper of the shop of various collectibles he'd wandered into. As far as the question, Peters didn't understand. He hadn't let down his expression of cheerful obliviousness.
"You don't get far in my line of work without learning to spot a fake, my good man," Tom replied. "And you, sir, seem to be faking happiness. Anything I can help you with?"
Peters weighed the situation for a moment. He had no idea who this guy was, but he was quite skilled at reading people, it seemed. On the other hand, Peters had never had a very good poker face.
"I doubt it. Unless you can arrange a transfer to a less stressful assignment that's still interesting for me." Peters shrugged.
"Well, my brother is an admiral, but I don't think that's what you really want." Tom clapped Peters on the shoulder. "Care to tell me about it?"
"I feel like I'm in over my head, basically," Peters said. "We just finished a mission where we had to deal with the Borg, I'm working as an Engineer when my real specialty is Science, and I have a raw recruit from the Academy who has more engineering ability in one of his feathers than I have in my whole body."
Tom nodded. "Well, my friend, it seems you're having an identity crisis... but I think you'll get through it. Just remember, Engineering is a form of science, even if it seems like an art. As for your recruit, he has the talent, but you have the experience... and that's what makes you suitable for the job you have."
Reaching over to the nearest shelf, Tom picked up an oddly shaped blue crystal and held it out to Peters. "Take this, on the house. Go back to your ship and give your situation some thought and I'm sure you'll figure out what to do."
"What is it?" Peters asked as he took the crystal from the older man's grasp.
"It's a Romulan meditation stone. Hard to come by on this side of the Neutral Zone, but not especially valuable. Vulcans tend to meditate with flames. Romulans scholars shine a light through one of these and meditate while watching the refractions on the wall." Tom smiled and gave Peters another pat on the shoulder. "I don't know if it will help you any, but I think you'll like the patterns it shows when lit."
"Thank you," Peters replied, already lost in thought. He wandered slowly towards the door and back out onto the promenade. Somehow, though he had more to think about than ever, his thoughts seemed a bit more ordered than they had been the past 5 days.
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This has been a JP with
Civilian Tom Meyer (PNPC)
Shopkeeper
Starbase 386
As Played by:
Commander Tony Meyer of Starbase 386
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Tony
AKA
Lieutenant Commander Todd Peters
Chief Engineering Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
ON: <<Operations Office, USS Malinche, MD03, 1000>>
Will entered the room, refreshed from a good night?s sleep and breakfast in the mess hall earlier that morning. The first thing he noticed was the small stack of PADDs that had already accumulated on his desk. With a sigh, he took a seat and reached for the first PADD. A simple glance at the content summary revealed that it was a cargo transfer approval, replacing many of the medical and tactical supplies they had provided to the Sentinel crew.
He set it aside, mentally making a note to pass it on to the XO for review and approval. The next two PADDs contained system status reports and a few changes in personnel. Since he hadn?t had much time to get to know anyone during the mission, he really didn?t know whether these changes were good or bad.
Will quickly skimmed the status reports, pleased to see that the repairs had gone smoothly since their arrival. He would have to swing by engineering later to see if there was anything he could lend a hand with and to introduce himself to the Chief Engineer. The two would need to be able to work well together under pressure, so it would be prudent to establish a good working relationship.
?Computer, schedule an Operations staff meeting at 1400 hours today,? he ordered as he read through the new personnel roster. A few adjustments and he added a duty roster to the stack for XO approval.
=/\= Incoming transmission for Lieutenant JG Will Schulz =/\= the computer announced as Will?s computer monitor sprang to life. The image of the Federation emblem appeared and Will tapped the control surface, causing the emblem to be replaced by the Starfleet Academy logo, followed shortly by the face of Cadet Jake Werner (NPC), whom he had sponsored entry for.
?Jake, to what do I owe this pleasure,? Will asked, settling back into his chair.
=/\= Just wanted to see if you were doing alright, =/\= he said, =/\= The last time we spoke, you were in the middle of a nebula crawling with Borg. If I recall, our connection got interrupted. =/\=
?So it did,? Will replied, ?Shouldn?t you be in class?? Will didn?t actually know if Jake had a scheduled class at that time, but he wanted to show concern for the boy?s studies. After all, he had sponsored him.
=/\= Actually, I just finished class today, =/\= Jake replied =/\= I never knew that Captain Kirk had the most temporal violations in history. =/\= He laughed at the unintended pun and Will was forced to chuckle at the thought as well.
?Temporal mechanics I take it,? Will said, ?Just be careful. Wait ?til you need to tell the difference between a Causality Loop and a Predestination Paradox.?
=/\= So what about you, =/\= Jake asked, =/\= You going to be near Earth anytime soon? =/\=
?I don?t know,? Will replied, ?the captain asked me to stay on as Chief of Operations here aboard the Malinche. Right now, we?re at Starbase 386-B, but I?m not sure when we?ll be in the neighborhood.?
=/\= Oh, =/\= he said, looking a little crestfallen =/\= I had hoped you?d be back before I leave for my deep space assignment. =/\= Will was surprised; Jake was only a second year cadet. Usually, cadets didn?t take on their first deep space assignment until third year.
?When do you depart,? Will asked, leaning forward.
=/\= End of term =/\= Jake answered =/\= I?ve been assigned to the USS Kelvin. She?s not much, but we?re supposed to be visiting some interesting nebula near the Klingon Border. =/\= Will knew that Jake had always been interested in science. In fact, he wouldn?t be surprised if the young man ended up on one of the new Luna-class ships exploring the frontier like the great officers of the early days.
?Well, I hate to cut it short, but I do have work to do,? Will said, prompting Jake to roll his eyes and sigh.
=/\= Just make sure you stay in touch this time, =/\= he joked =/\= and good luck. =/\=
?You too,? Will said, ?Schulz out.? Tapping the controls, he severed the connection and settled back into his chair. The young man certainly had promise and potential. Starfleet needed more officers like him.
He wrenched himself from his thoughts and looked at the remaining PADDs for review. As he reached for the next report, he wondered where this new assignment was going to take him.
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Cadet Jake Werner (NPC)
Starfleet Cadet
Starfleet Academy
Played by
Will entered the room, refreshed from a good night?s sleep and breakfast in the mess hall earlier that morning. The first thing he noticed was the small stack of PADDs that had already accumulated on his desk. With a sigh, he took a seat and reached for the first PADD. A simple glance at the content summary revealed that it was a cargo transfer approval, replacing many of the medical and tactical supplies they had provided to the Sentinel crew.
He set it aside, mentally making a note to pass it on to the XO for review and approval. The next two PADDs contained system status reports and a few changes in personnel. Since he hadn?t had much time to get to know anyone during the mission, he really didn?t know whether these changes were good or bad.
Will quickly skimmed the status reports, pleased to see that the repairs had gone smoothly since their arrival. He would have to swing by engineering later to see if there was anything he could lend a hand with and to introduce himself to the Chief Engineer. The two would need to be able to work well together under pressure, so it would be prudent to establish a good working relationship.
?Computer, schedule an Operations staff meeting at 1400 hours today,? he ordered as he read through the new personnel roster. A few adjustments and he added a duty roster to the stack for XO approval.
=/\= Incoming transmission for Lieutenant JG Will Schulz =/\= the computer announced as Will?s computer monitor sprang to life. The image of the Federation emblem appeared and Will tapped the control surface, causing the emblem to be replaced by the Starfleet Academy logo, followed shortly by the face of Cadet Jake Werner (NPC), whom he had sponsored entry for.
?Jake, to what do I owe this pleasure,? Will asked, settling back into his chair.
=/\= Just wanted to see if you were doing alright, =/\= he said, =/\= The last time we spoke, you were in the middle of a nebula crawling with Borg. If I recall, our connection got interrupted. =/\=
?So it did,? Will replied, ?Shouldn?t you be in class?? Will didn?t actually know if Jake had a scheduled class at that time, but he wanted to show concern for the boy?s studies. After all, he had sponsored him.
=/\= Actually, I just finished class today, =/\= Jake replied =/\= I never knew that Captain Kirk had the most temporal violations in history. =/\= He laughed at the unintended pun and Will was forced to chuckle at the thought as well.
?Temporal mechanics I take it,? Will said, ?Just be careful. Wait ?til you need to tell the difference between a Causality Loop and a Predestination Paradox.?
=/\= So what about you, =/\= Jake asked, =/\= You going to be near Earth anytime soon? =/\=
?I don?t know,? Will replied, ?the captain asked me to stay on as Chief of Operations here aboard the Malinche. Right now, we?re at Starbase 386-B, but I?m not sure when we?ll be in the neighborhood.?
=/\= Oh, =/\= he said, looking a little crestfallen =/\= I had hoped you?d be back before I leave for my deep space assignment. =/\= Will was surprised; Jake was only a second year cadet. Usually, cadets didn?t take on their first deep space assignment until third year.
?When do you depart,? Will asked, leaning forward.
=/\= End of term =/\= Jake answered =/\= I?ve been assigned to the USS Kelvin. She?s not much, but we?re supposed to be visiting some interesting nebula near the Klingon Border. =/\= Will knew that Jake had always been interested in science. In fact, he wouldn?t be surprised if the young man ended up on one of the new Luna-class ships exploring the frontier like the great officers of the early days.
?Well, I hate to cut it short, but I do have work to do,? Will said, prompting Jake to roll his eyes and sigh.
=/\= Just make sure you stay in touch this time, =/\= he joked =/\= and good luck. =/\=
?You too,? Will said, ?Schulz out.? Tapping the controls, he severed the connection and settled back into his chair. The young man certainly had promise and potential. Starfleet needed more officers like him.
He wrenched himself from his thoughts and looked at the remaining PADDs for review. As he reached for the next report, he wondered where this new assignment was going to take him.
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Cadet Jake Werner (NPC)
Starfleet Cadet
Starfleet Academy
Played by
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Lt. JG Aaron Masterson
Chief Security/Tactical Officer & 2XO
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
<<USS Malinche, Sickbay, 1815, Day 3>>
It took three days, but Isabel finally convinced herself that she had to go see Derek. She'd barely eaten all day; her nerves were a wreck. Oliver had sent her a message partway through the first day stating that Derek had survived the de-Borgification process and that she could come see him whenever she was able to. At first she was busy taking care of things on the station, then she had busied herself with paperwork and checking on repairs. Now though, she was here.
Isabel walked in quietly and looked around. It was still around mealtime, so Sickbay wasn't very busy. A couple nurses and medical officers were there, along with a handful of patients. A Security Officer was sitting to one side of the room, apparently keeping an eye on Derek, who was laying on a biobed. She stood silently, taking in the scene - a scene she didn't think she'd ever be part of.
Nora wasn?t in the mood for rest. She?d only just arrived on the Malinche, and though all hell had admittedly broken loose, it felt strange to be spending her days doing so little so soon. After the novelty of wandering the station?s promenade, the counselor had returned to the Malinche with high hopes of putting her new life in order, reading through crew members? files and generally acquainting herself with the ship.
Now she stood outside of Sickbay, briefly adjusting her uniform before walking inside. Captain Kersare hadn?t asked her specifically to join her, but for Nora there was no question that she would be joining the Captain as she faced the former drone?her husband. Seeing Isabel, she approached her, smiling as she joined the small group. ?Captain,? she greeted simply, sure that her presence alone would be explanation enough.
Looking over, Isabel saw Nora. "Hello Counselor." She was a bit surprised to see her - she hadn't asked Nora to come along specifically. Part of her was relieved, part of her was even more nervous at the thought of someone else being there. Though Isabel was already there, she still couldn't quite make herself move closer.
Nora glanced from Isabel to the biobed, unconsciously clasping her hands behind her back. Her heart went out to her captain, and for a brief moment she wondered what would be the best way for her to proceed. Making her decision, the petite blond began with a casual but obvious suggestion. ?You could step closer, let him see that you?re here.?
"I don't even know if he'll recognize me; if he knows who he is," Isabel replied quietly. Still, she moved a couple steps closer. The Security Officer looked over, but Isabel's mind was all over the place, albiet it mostly concentrated on the biobed before her.
Stepping alongside her, Nora nodded in understanding. ?There are no guarantees. But he is there, Isabel, and he is alive.? Calling Captain Kersare by her first name had been unintentional, but Nora felt that right now she needed a friend even more than she needed a counselor. ?He is alive, and I would be willing to bet that some part of him still knows you and loves you. The sooner you go to him, the sooner you can help him remember.?
Isabel nodded, biting her lip. Taking a deep breath, she stepped forward and moved next to the bio bed. Derek's eyes were closed. Her eyes moved over him slowly - the first time she'd been this close to him in five years. It felt...strange, somehow. A few implants still remained, but both his eyes were still the same as always, which surprised her a bit - most drones ended up with one eye replaced. "Derek?"
At the sound of her voice, Derek stirred slightly, then opened his eyes fully, his pupils darting around. "Identify."
"You want me to identify myself?"
"We do not recognize the lifeform, identify," he said.
Isabel swallowed hard, "I'm Isabel. Do you know who you are?" As she said her name, she thought she saw a brief flicker in Derek's eyes. Had her name triggered something? A memory?
Nora remained a step behind Isabel, carefully observing the exchange. The Betazoid opened her senses, focusing solely on the emotions emanating between Captain Kersare and her husband. It was fleeting enough that she nearly missed it, but she was sure?some part of him did recognize her, however briefly.
A moment more and the sensation was gone, receding again deep within him, but it gave her reason to hope.
"We are Four of Seven....of the Borg," he replied, a little slower near the end, seeming to be thinking a little more before adding it.
Isabel shook her head, "You're not with the Borg anymore, you're free." Maybe he wouldn't remember...
?It will take him time, Captain,? Nora commented gently, folding her arms. ?But there is plenty of the old Derek still in there, I'm sure of it. He just needs?time.?
Looking away from Derek, down at the floor, she nodded slowly. "I know. It can't...and won't be easy, but I can see the old Derek, deep down - it's the same eyes... I just.." Isabel broke off and remained silent.
Nora cleared her throat, hoping to give the Captain a moment?s reprieve by speaking to Derek herself. ?Derek, I?m Dr. Zeral. How are you feeling?? The question seemed a little unnecessary, but for the moment it was the best the counselor could come up with. Besides, her focus was on his emotions and reactions, not necessarily his answer.
"We cannot hear them," Four of Seven said simply.
?You are no longer a part of the Collective,? she informed him, sorry that her words had to be so cold. ?I know this must be difficult for you, but we are here to help you--Dr. Lovestreet, myself, and Captain Kersare, of course.? Nora looked pointedly at Isabel, offering her a wan smile.
Isabel gave a brief smile, turning toward Derek, "Yes, we'll be here if you need anything. You're safe now; things will be different, but you'll adjust." Or at least she hoped he would... She saw his eyelids droop slightly, "You need some rest...we'll go for now, but we'll be around if you need us."
Opening his eyes again, he replied, "Regenerate. We need to regenerate."
A bit surprised, Isabel looked up - how could she overlook that? Even if he would be able to live without regenerating at some point, he'd certainly need it for the time being. "I'll talk to Engineering and have them put something together for you as soon as possible."
He nodded slightly, then closed his eyes.
After watching him a few more moments, Isabel turned away, just barely holding back a flood of emotion.
?I?ll be close by, Captain,? Nora promised, briefly placing her hand on her upper arm reassuringly. ?I?ll keep an eye on him, and I?ll be available any time you need me.? She paused, glancing over her shoulder at the biobed behind them. ?I know this is difficult for you. But in time, it is going to get easier. It?s my professional opinion that there?s much reason to hope.?
"I hope you're right... I suppose time will tell," Isabel replied. "Thank you for coming, Doctor. I...may stop by later. Right now I need to go to Engineering to get some form of regeneration set up for Derek."
?It was my pleasure, Captain. I?ll look forward to seeing you later, then.? Nodding to the Security Officer who had stood by silently, Nora left in the direction of her office. She now had plenty to occupy her thoughts, and she was certain she had a lot of work ahead of her.
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Lieutenant JG Nora Zeral
Chief Counselor
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
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Derek Greyman (Four of Seven) (PNPC played by Kersare)
and
It took three days, but Isabel finally convinced herself that she had to go see Derek. She'd barely eaten all day; her nerves were a wreck. Oliver had sent her a message partway through the first day stating that Derek had survived the de-Borgification process and that she could come see him whenever she was able to. At first she was busy taking care of things on the station, then she had busied herself with paperwork and checking on repairs. Now though, she was here.
Isabel walked in quietly and looked around. It was still around mealtime, so Sickbay wasn't very busy. A couple nurses and medical officers were there, along with a handful of patients. A Security Officer was sitting to one side of the room, apparently keeping an eye on Derek, who was laying on a biobed. She stood silently, taking in the scene - a scene she didn't think she'd ever be part of.
Nora wasn?t in the mood for rest. She?d only just arrived on the Malinche, and though all hell had admittedly broken loose, it felt strange to be spending her days doing so little so soon. After the novelty of wandering the station?s promenade, the counselor had returned to the Malinche with high hopes of putting her new life in order, reading through crew members? files and generally acquainting herself with the ship.
Now she stood outside of Sickbay, briefly adjusting her uniform before walking inside. Captain Kersare hadn?t asked her specifically to join her, but for Nora there was no question that she would be joining the Captain as she faced the former drone?her husband. Seeing Isabel, she approached her, smiling as she joined the small group. ?Captain,? she greeted simply, sure that her presence alone would be explanation enough.
Looking over, Isabel saw Nora. "Hello Counselor." She was a bit surprised to see her - she hadn't asked Nora to come along specifically. Part of her was relieved, part of her was even more nervous at the thought of someone else being there. Though Isabel was already there, she still couldn't quite make herself move closer.
Nora glanced from Isabel to the biobed, unconsciously clasping her hands behind her back. Her heart went out to her captain, and for a brief moment she wondered what would be the best way for her to proceed. Making her decision, the petite blond began with a casual but obvious suggestion. ?You could step closer, let him see that you?re here.?
"I don't even know if he'll recognize me; if he knows who he is," Isabel replied quietly. Still, she moved a couple steps closer. The Security Officer looked over, but Isabel's mind was all over the place, albiet it mostly concentrated on the biobed before her.
Stepping alongside her, Nora nodded in understanding. ?There are no guarantees. But he is there, Isabel, and he is alive.? Calling Captain Kersare by her first name had been unintentional, but Nora felt that right now she needed a friend even more than she needed a counselor. ?He is alive, and I would be willing to bet that some part of him still knows you and loves you. The sooner you go to him, the sooner you can help him remember.?
Isabel nodded, biting her lip. Taking a deep breath, she stepped forward and moved next to the bio bed. Derek's eyes were closed. Her eyes moved over him slowly - the first time she'd been this close to him in five years. It felt...strange, somehow. A few implants still remained, but both his eyes were still the same as always, which surprised her a bit - most drones ended up with one eye replaced. "Derek?"
At the sound of her voice, Derek stirred slightly, then opened his eyes fully, his pupils darting around. "Identify."
"You want me to identify myself?"
"We do not recognize the lifeform, identify," he said.
Isabel swallowed hard, "I'm Isabel. Do you know who you are?" As she said her name, she thought she saw a brief flicker in Derek's eyes. Had her name triggered something? A memory?
Nora remained a step behind Isabel, carefully observing the exchange. The Betazoid opened her senses, focusing solely on the emotions emanating between Captain Kersare and her husband. It was fleeting enough that she nearly missed it, but she was sure?some part of him did recognize her, however briefly.
A moment more and the sensation was gone, receding again deep within him, but it gave her reason to hope.
"We are Four of Seven....of the Borg," he replied, a little slower near the end, seeming to be thinking a little more before adding it.
Isabel shook her head, "You're not with the Borg anymore, you're free." Maybe he wouldn't remember...
?It will take him time, Captain,? Nora commented gently, folding her arms. ?But there is plenty of the old Derek still in there, I'm sure of it. He just needs?time.?
Looking away from Derek, down at the floor, she nodded slowly. "I know. It can't...and won't be easy, but I can see the old Derek, deep down - it's the same eyes... I just.." Isabel broke off and remained silent.
Nora cleared her throat, hoping to give the Captain a moment?s reprieve by speaking to Derek herself. ?Derek, I?m Dr. Zeral. How are you feeling?? The question seemed a little unnecessary, but for the moment it was the best the counselor could come up with. Besides, her focus was on his emotions and reactions, not necessarily his answer.
"We cannot hear them," Four of Seven said simply.
?You are no longer a part of the Collective,? she informed him, sorry that her words had to be so cold. ?I know this must be difficult for you, but we are here to help you--Dr. Lovestreet, myself, and Captain Kersare, of course.? Nora looked pointedly at Isabel, offering her a wan smile.
Isabel gave a brief smile, turning toward Derek, "Yes, we'll be here if you need anything. You're safe now; things will be different, but you'll adjust." Or at least she hoped he would... She saw his eyelids droop slightly, "You need some rest...we'll go for now, but we'll be around if you need us."
Opening his eyes again, he replied, "Regenerate. We need to regenerate."
A bit surprised, Isabel looked up - how could she overlook that? Even if he would be able to live without regenerating at some point, he'd certainly need it for the time being. "I'll talk to Engineering and have them put something together for you as soon as possible."
He nodded slightly, then closed his eyes.
After watching him a few more moments, Isabel turned away, just barely holding back a flood of emotion.
?I?ll be close by, Captain,? Nora promised, briefly placing her hand on her upper arm reassuringly. ?I?ll keep an eye on him, and I?ll be available any time you need me.? She paused, glancing over her shoulder at the biobed behind them. ?I know this is difficult for you. But in time, it is going to get easier. It?s my professional opinion that there?s much reason to hope.?
"I hope you're right... I suppose time will tell," Isabel replied. "Thank you for coming, Doctor. I...may stop by later. Right now I need to go to Engineering to get some form of regeneration set up for Derek."
?It was my pleasure, Captain. I?ll look forward to seeing you later, then.? Nodding to the Security Officer who had stood by silently, Nora left in the direction of her office. She now had plenty to occupy her thoughts, and she was certain she had a lot of work ahead of her.
OFF: JP brought to you by:
Lieutenant JG Nora Zeral
Chief Counselor
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
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Derek Greyman (Four of Seven) (PNPC played by Kersare)
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Captain Isabel Kersare
Commanding Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
ON:
<<USS Malinche, Main Bridge, 1830, Day 2>>
=/\= "Yeah, that's better. Increase the power output by another 5 percent and compensate for the drop off in the latteral array." =/\= Lt. Jake Quaid stood at his temporary station on the Bridge with a PADD in hand. Since docking at Starbase 386 for repairs and shoreleave, he had spent most of his time working with the Starbase Technicians and the Malinche's engineering staff on updating the tactical systems.
A few moments later, the graph on the monitor he was staring at changed, levelling off all the data displayed.
"That's it Bowers, lock it down and I'll run further tests once I get permission from the captain," =/\= he said into his communicator as he made some notes on his PADD.
=/\= "Very good sir, I'll head down to Torpedo control and see what I can do about the prelaunch initiators, they're acting up again it seems. Bowers out," =/\= the unseen Bowers replied before closing the channel.
People had been asking Quaid repeatedly, why he had chosen to not use the shoreleave time to rest up. He'd been injured, faced off with several Borg drones and pretty much went through hell as the crews of both the Malinche and the il-fated Sentinel fought to retrieve the Sirion, as well as fighting for their lives. But he needed to work, it took his mind off the deaths and assimilations the Borg had been responsible for. He still believed that their last mission was dangerous and even though they retrieved the Sirion, he still believed they had failed.
'Never leave a man behind,' a voice in his head kept telling him, but they had casualties, a good ship, some fine officers, it was senseless to him. He wasn't in charge however, the PADD pushers back on Earth were. It was days like this that he considered throwing in the towel and quitting Starfleet altogether.
Isabel had been in her Ready Room, trying to catch up on everything that had been piling up. She needed a break though; her mind had been jumping from their last mission to Derek - making it difficult to concentrate. Stepping onto the bridge, she saw Jake at a temporary station. "How are things coming, Lieutenant?"
"Ahh, Captain," the Lieutenant said, shaken from his thoughts. "The work's proceeding ahead of schedule. Until the Tactical station has been fully repaired and reconfigured with the new Security algorithms, I've routed everything to this console. We've managed to increase the Phaser efficiency and the power output. They're currently operating at 97% efficiency, though I do recommend that we test them before we need them for real."
"Absolutely, please make the arrangements - if you need anything from me, just let me know," Isabel replied. "Have you visited the Starbase yet?"
Quickly making some more notes, Quaid looked back at the Captain, "Uh... no. I know that the crew have been coming and going since we arrived. But I figured I'd stay and help get the ship put back together."
Isabel nodded, "I appreciate that, but seeing as I don't know when we'll next have the chance for shoreleave, I'd like to see you take some time off." She didn't want to push him too hard - she knew some people dealt with tragic missions by throwing themselves into their work - but she wanted to at least let him know she thought he deserved some time off.
"I'll make use of the holodecks when we leave," Jake replied, "A Cardassian designed base isn't exactly my first choice for a holiday destination. Hell, it's not even on my top ten."
"Well, I can understand that. I believe there are some places on the nearby planet that are available as well. I'm not quite sure, but I could look into it if you'd like," she offered.
"I've checked the topagraphical scans," the Lieutenant replied with a dissapointed sigh, "Apart from a few small cliff faces along the island coastlines, there isn't a decent climb that can be accessed on foot. So I figured I?d make use of the Malinche?s holodecks on my next day off and go climb the Cliffs of Bole or the Eastern Adnorian Mountainscape. But thank you all the same."
Frowning slightly, Isabel relied, "Unfortunate. We'll likely be here about a week, so if something else sounds interesting later on, there's still time." She glanced around, seeing that everyone else was gone, then again, it was dinnertime. "How have things been going with Security/Tactical since you've been in charge?"
"Fine I guess," Jake replied as he placed the PADD he was holding on the temporary station. "Considering the circumstances surrounding my assignment, I'd say the transition went smooth. Before people started dieing that is."
Nothing she could say would change the fact that people had died, but she still had to say something, "Everyone is sorry they died, Lieutenant. It's unfortunate it happened just after you took over, but then again, there is no good time. The work you and your team did saved many others from the same fate."
Quaid knew that the Bridge was clear, and he wanted to have it out with Kersare from the moment he learned they had Borg to deal with. "Captain, permission to speak freely."
"Granted," she replied.
"I think the mission was unjustified... I may not wear four pips on my collar, or even bars. But we should never have been put in that position. No ship, no matter what secrets it might have is more important than a life," Quaid almost growled, "It was a job for a fully trained strike force. Even SSWAT wouldn't be so quick to take on a mission like this."
She nodded, "I understand how you feel. I didn't like it and I'm sure Captain Lange didn't. At the same time, we can't just up and disobey orders and we didn't fully know what the situation was until we arrived."
"We should have backed off as soon as the word Borg came up!" Jake replied, "While I was trying to clear the Sirion of Borg, the Sentinel was taken over by drones and was destroyed as a result. What if they got aboard the Malinche too?"
"The important thing is that they didn't. There were StarFleet Officers still alive, unharmed, on the Sirion. Yes, many lives were lost - too many lives. But we could be ambushed by the Borg on nearly any mission we go on, just like the Sirion was. Maybe we'll learn something from the Sirion - then the lives and the Sentinel won't have been lost in vain." With her frame of mind, Isabel really didn't need one of her Officers thinking this way,
"You maybe right..." Jake replied with a sigh as he pinched the bridge of his nose, his eyes shut tightly for a moment. "No, I hope you're right... and we did some good. But I've buried to many comrades during my career. It comes with picking up a phaser to go to work everyday I suppose."
A few moments of silence passed before he continued. "I'm sorry Captain, having your Acting Chief of Security questioning your actions and the actions of those that are lightyears away must not be much of a confidence booster for you. If you like, I can talk with the Starbase commander and have him find a replacement for you. I can always find an assignment elsewhere."
Isabel considered Jake's words before she replied. "Yes, unfortunately it does go with the job. Everyone who signs up for StarFleet knows that any mission they go on could be their last. That's something we can never forget - we should always do everything we can to make a difference. That said, I know you've seen a lot of death...and I wouldn't blame you if you would prefer to go back to the Flight Control Department. However, I also know you're more than capable of leading the Security/Tactical Department; if you want it, the job is yours."
Jake was taken aback. Yes, he had more training and experience then your run of the mill Security officer. But after their last mission and his outburst, Jake figured she'd be helping him pack within minutes.
"Are... are you sure? I mean... with everything I just said and the way the mission went south, I would have thought you'd be happy to see the back of me. I haven't been aboard all that long afterall, I'm not as familliar to you as some of the others are."
"Perhaps not, but I know you're a good officer. You, and the rest of us, have been in a very stressful situation. I imagine Doctor Zeral will want to see all of us at some point to discuss it... In any event, you spoke with passion - because you care. Some people, after seeing the types of things you have, would be numbed and simply not care...that is the kind of person I don't want."
Part of him wanted to say no, it wanted him to tend his resignation, or in the very least ask for a reassignment. But there was something about Kersare that prevented him from doing that. 'Does she need me to stay?' he asked himself, 'no... I don't think that's it. There are plenty more officers with the skills to run the department.
'Maybe it's guilt, or pity...' he thought, 'no, that's not it either.' He realised that he hadn't answered her and silence had once again taken over the room. "I... I don't know what to say. I didn't plan on putting on a gold uniform again..."
Isabel looked at him, "It's your choice, Lieutenant, whether you'd like to go back to Flight Control, transfer off, or take my offer..."
He thought about it some more before smiling, "I better get back to work ma'am. I'd like my Security / Tactical station fully repaired by the time we leave, if that's alright with you of course?"
Returning the smile, Isabel nodded, "Carry on, Lieutenant. Congratulations and thank you."
"No ma'am, thank you. I promise I won't let you down," he replied before picking up the PADD and returning to work. 'No matter how hard I try, I just can't same to shake off the gold uniform and put down the phaser.'
With that thought, he tapped his combadge. =/\= "Bowers, you better have an answer on that Torpedo problem." =/\=
OFF:
A JP By
Captain Isabel Kersare
Commanding Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
and
<<USS Malinche, Main Bridge, 1830, Day 2>>
=/\= "Yeah, that's better. Increase the power output by another 5 percent and compensate for the drop off in the latteral array." =/\= Lt. Jake Quaid stood at his temporary station on the Bridge with a PADD in hand. Since docking at Starbase 386 for repairs and shoreleave, he had spent most of his time working with the Starbase Technicians and the Malinche's engineering staff on updating the tactical systems.
A few moments later, the graph on the monitor he was staring at changed, levelling off all the data displayed.
"That's it Bowers, lock it down and I'll run further tests once I get permission from the captain," =/\= he said into his communicator as he made some notes on his PADD.
=/\= "Very good sir, I'll head down to Torpedo control and see what I can do about the prelaunch initiators, they're acting up again it seems. Bowers out," =/\= the unseen Bowers replied before closing the channel.
People had been asking Quaid repeatedly, why he had chosen to not use the shoreleave time to rest up. He'd been injured, faced off with several Borg drones and pretty much went through hell as the crews of both the Malinche and the il-fated Sentinel fought to retrieve the Sirion, as well as fighting for their lives. But he needed to work, it took his mind off the deaths and assimilations the Borg had been responsible for. He still believed that their last mission was dangerous and even though they retrieved the Sirion, he still believed they had failed.
'Never leave a man behind,' a voice in his head kept telling him, but they had casualties, a good ship, some fine officers, it was senseless to him. He wasn't in charge however, the PADD pushers back on Earth were. It was days like this that he considered throwing in the towel and quitting Starfleet altogether.
Isabel had been in her Ready Room, trying to catch up on everything that had been piling up. She needed a break though; her mind had been jumping from their last mission to Derek - making it difficult to concentrate. Stepping onto the bridge, she saw Jake at a temporary station. "How are things coming, Lieutenant?"
"Ahh, Captain," the Lieutenant said, shaken from his thoughts. "The work's proceeding ahead of schedule. Until the Tactical station has been fully repaired and reconfigured with the new Security algorithms, I've routed everything to this console. We've managed to increase the Phaser efficiency and the power output. They're currently operating at 97% efficiency, though I do recommend that we test them before we need them for real."
"Absolutely, please make the arrangements - if you need anything from me, just let me know," Isabel replied. "Have you visited the Starbase yet?"
Quickly making some more notes, Quaid looked back at the Captain, "Uh... no. I know that the crew have been coming and going since we arrived. But I figured I'd stay and help get the ship put back together."
Isabel nodded, "I appreciate that, but seeing as I don't know when we'll next have the chance for shoreleave, I'd like to see you take some time off." She didn't want to push him too hard - she knew some people dealt with tragic missions by throwing themselves into their work - but she wanted to at least let him know she thought he deserved some time off.
"I'll make use of the holodecks when we leave," Jake replied, "A Cardassian designed base isn't exactly my first choice for a holiday destination. Hell, it's not even on my top ten."
"Well, I can understand that. I believe there are some places on the nearby planet that are available as well. I'm not quite sure, but I could look into it if you'd like," she offered.
"I've checked the topagraphical scans," the Lieutenant replied with a dissapointed sigh, "Apart from a few small cliff faces along the island coastlines, there isn't a decent climb that can be accessed on foot. So I figured I?d make use of the Malinche?s holodecks on my next day off and go climb the Cliffs of Bole or the Eastern Adnorian Mountainscape. But thank you all the same."
Frowning slightly, Isabel relied, "Unfortunate. We'll likely be here about a week, so if something else sounds interesting later on, there's still time." She glanced around, seeing that everyone else was gone, then again, it was dinnertime. "How have things been going with Security/Tactical since you've been in charge?"
"Fine I guess," Jake replied as he placed the PADD he was holding on the temporary station. "Considering the circumstances surrounding my assignment, I'd say the transition went smooth. Before people started dieing that is."
Nothing she could say would change the fact that people had died, but she still had to say something, "Everyone is sorry they died, Lieutenant. It's unfortunate it happened just after you took over, but then again, there is no good time. The work you and your team did saved many others from the same fate."
Quaid knew that the Bridge was clear, and he wanted to have it out with Kersare from the moment he learned they had Borg to deal with. "Captain, permission to speak freely."
"Granted," she replied.
"I think the mission was unjustified... I may not wear four pips on my collar, or even bars. But we should never have been put in that position. No ship, no matter what secrets it might have is more important than a life," Quaid almost growled, "It was a job for a fully trained strike force. Even SSWAT wouldn't be so quick to take on a mission like this."
She nodded, "I understand how you feel. I didn't like it and I'm sure Captain Lange didn't. At the same time, we can't just up and disobey orders and we didn't fully know what the situation was until we arrived."
"We should have backed off as soon as the word Borg came up!" Jake replied, "While I was trying to clear the Sirion of Borg, the Sentinel was taken over by drones and was destroyed as a result. What if they got aboard the Malinche too?"
"The important thing is that they didn't. There were StarFleet Officers still alive, unharmed, on the Sirion. Yes, many lives were lost - too many lives. But we could be ambushed by the Borg on nearly any mission we go on, just like the Sirion was. Maybe we'll learn something from the Sirion - then the lives and the Sentinel won't have been lost in vain." With her frame of mind, Isabel really didn't need one of her Officers thinking this way,
"You maybe right..." Jake replied with a sigh as he pinched the bridge of his nose, his eyes shut tightly for a moment. "No, I hope you're right... and we did some good. But I've buried to many comrades during my career. It comes with picking up a phaser to go to work everyday I suppose."
A few moments of silence passed before he continued. "I'm sorry Captain, having your Acting Chief of Security questioning your actions and the actions of those that are lightyears away must not be much of a confidence booster for you. If you like, I can talk with the Starbase commander and have him find a replacement for you. I can always find an assignment elsewhere."
Isabel considered Jake's words before she replied. "Yes, unfortunately it does go with the job. Everyone who signs up for StarFleet knows that any mission they go on could be their last. That's something we can never forget - we should always do everything we can to make a difference. That said, I know you've seen a lot of death...and I wouldn't blame you if you would prefer to go back to the Flight Control Department. However, I also know you're more than capable of leading the Security/Tactical Department; if you want it, the job is yours."
Jake was taken aback. Yes, he had more training and experience then your run of the mill Security officer. But after their last mission and his outburst, Jake figured she'd be helping him pack within minutes.
"Are... are you sure? I mean... with everything I just said and the way the mission went south, I would have thought you'd be happy to see the back of me. I haven't been aboard all that long afterall, I'm not as familliar to you as some of the others are."
"Perhaps not, but I know you're a good officer. You, and the rest of us, have been in a very stressful situation. I imagine Doctor Zeral will want to see all of us at some point to discuss it... In any event, you spoke with passion - because you care. Some people, after seeing the types of things you have, would be numbed and simply not care...that is the kind of person I don't want."
Part of him wanted to say no, it wanted him to tend his resignation, or in the very least ask for a reassignment. But there was something about Kersare that prevented him from doing that. 'Does she need me to stay?' he asked himself, 'no... I don't think that's it. There are plenty more officers with the skills to run the department.
'Maybe it's guilt, or pity...' he thought, 'no, that's not it either.' He realised that he hadn't answered her and silence had once again taken over the room. "I... I don't know what to say. I didn't plan on putting on a gold uniform again..."
Isabel looked at him, "It's your choice, Lieutenant, whether you'd like to go back to Flight Control, transfer off, or take my offer..."
He thought about it some more before smiling, "I better get back to work ma'am. I'd like my Security / Tactical station fully repaired by the time we leave, if that's alright with you of course?"
Returning the smile, Isabel nodded, "Carry on, Lieutenant. Congratulations and thank you."
"No ma'am, thank you. I promise I won't let you down," he replied before picking up the PADD and returning to work. 'No matter how hard I try, I just can't same to shake off the gold uniform and put down the phaser.'
With that thought, he tapped his combadge. =/\= "Bowers, you better have an answer on that Torpedo problem." =/\=
OFF:
A JP By
Captain Isabel Kersare
Commanding Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
and
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Lieutenant Jacob "Jake" Quaid
Chief Security/Tactical Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
On:
25 Days prior
Starbase Phoenix/Mariana Sector
Gamma Quadrant
Holodeck 3/ 14:28 hrs
As the sound of taps faded away, Reyna (NPC) struggled to regain her composure. This was the eight funeral that she had attended during the past 3 days with nine more scheduled over the next few days. Seventeen funerals for seventeen shipmates she would never see again, including four who Reyna often worked with. But what hit her hardest was the death of Kristy Peterson, who had been Reyna?s roommate onboard the Osprey.
Both Reyna and Kristy had experienced turbulent childhoods, and as a result had few close friends; maybe that was what drew them together. Reyna would never know for sure as life before Starfleet was a topic rarely discussed. Reyna knew that she was fortunate to be alive and that once fully recovered would have to return to duty but she would deal with that when it occurred. Normally she would turn to gymnastics to help cope, but the doctors hadn?t yet cleared her for any strenuous physical activities.
Day 1
SB 386
Per orders Reyna was at the Starbase, awaiting the arrival of the Malinche. It was with mixed feelings that she returned to duty. While it would be good to get back in a routine and get back to work , Reyna was concerned about fitting in and how she would react in a real crisis, hopefully she would find someone on the Malinche whom she could connect with in a similar way Kristy and her connected, as for the second ? Starfleet wouldn?t have returned her to active duty if she was mentally unstable. Looking around for a place to literally wait for her ship to come in, Reyna found an empty table at a restaurant named ?Poseidon?s Palate? and ordered a small meal. As she waited, Reyna realized she hadn?t been this nervous since the night before she received her symbiot. Close to ten years after the war ended and there were still many parts of the gamma quadrant that were ?untamed.? Consequently while the Osprey was exploring the Mortlock system, they were forced to make an emergency landing on the fifth planet. While there things went from bad to worse in which the crew stumbled upon an old storage unit which biological weapons and brought the agent onto the ship killing seventeen.
As she waited, a marine wearing the rank of Major sat down across from her.
?You mind if I sit here??
Reyna waved a hand.
?Go ahead no one else is sitting there.?
?Major Dayton Mangels, USS Athens.?
Figuring she should introduce herself the young trill took a deep breath.
?Ensign Reyna Ward, until recently I was onboard the Osprey, now I?m awaiting the Malinche it?s my new posting.?
Dayton?s face grew serious.
?I heard what happened with the Osprey, you have my sympathies. Malinche you say, Starfleet has a twisted sense of humor don?t they??
Reyna shook her head.
?I?m afraid I don?t know what you?re talking about.?
?Rumor has it the Malinche is returning from a major combat mission??
Off:
Ensign Reyna Ward (NPC) Science division
OOC: I may or may not use Reyna in the future.
25 Days prior
Starbase Phoenix/Mariana Sector
Gamma Quadrant
Holodeck 3/ 14:28 hrs
As the sound of taps faded away, Reyna (NPC) struggled to regain her composure. This was the eight funeral that she had attended during the past 3 days with nine more scheduled over the next few days. Seventeen funerals for seventeen shipmates she would never see again, including four who Reyna often worked with. But what hit her hardest was the death of Kristy Peterson, who had been Reyna?s roommate onboard the Osprey.
Both Reyna and Kristy had experienced turbulent childhoods, and as a result had few close friends; maybe that was what drew them together. Reyna would never know for sure as life before Starfleet was a topic rarely discussed. Reyna knew that she was fortunate to be alive and that once fully recovered would have to return to duty but she would deal with that when it occurred. Normally she would turn to gymnastics to help cope, but the doctors hadn?t yet cleared her for any strenuous physical activities.
Day 1
SB 386
Per orders Reyna was at the Starbase, awaiting the arrival of the Malinche. It was with mixed feelings that she returned to duty. While it would be good to get back in a routine and get back to work , Reyna was concerned about fitting in and how she would react in a real crisis, hopefully she would find someone on the Malinche whom she could connect with in a similar way Kristy and her connected, as for the second ? Starfleet wouldn?t have returned her to active duty if she was mentally unstable. Looking around for a place to literally wait for her ship to come in, Reyna found an empty table at a restaurant named ?Poseidon?s Palate? and ordered a small meal. As she waited, Reyna realized she hadn?t been this nervous since the night before she received her symbiot. Close to ten years after the war ended and there were still many parts of the gamma quadrant that were ?untamed.? Consequently while the Osprey was exploring the Mortlock system, they were forced to make an emergency landing on the fifth planet. While there things went from bad to worse in which the crew stumbled upon an old storage unit which biological weapons and brought the agent onto the ship killing seventeen.
As she waited, a marine wearing the rank of Major sat down across from her.
?You mind if I sit here??
Reyna waved a hand.
?Go ahead no one else is sitting there.?
?Major Dayton Mangels, USS Athens.?
Figuring she should introduce herself the young trill took a deep breath.
?Ensign Reyna Ward, until recently I was onboard the Osprey, now I?m awaiting the Malinche it?s my new posting.?
Dayton?s face grew serious.
?I heard what happened with the Osprey, you have my sympathies. Malinche you say, Starfleet has a twisted sense of humor don?t they??
Reyna shook her head.
?I?m afraid I don?t know what you?re talking about.?
?Rumor has it the Malinche is returning from a major combat mission??
Off:
Ensign Reyna Ward (NPC) Science division
OOC: I may or may not use Reyna in the future.
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Lt. Aaron Steele
Chief Science Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
<<USS Malinche, Starbase 386-B, MD02, 0940>>
Married life was on of the many things Hunt had on his special to do list. Somehow with him on the go and allowing himself to be side tracked with his own endeavors seemed to always deter him.
He was alone in quarters finishing up meal and cleaning his room, his cousin was only going to be aboard the station for a day or so but it didn't matter to Mason he was going to make the best of it.
Now being tired, he decided to put his head down for a few moments before heading up to the bridge.
"Computer, set alarm time for 5 minutes." he said.
As his eyes closed, images of his cousin and him playing as children in their grandmother's yard. Playing laser tag was their game of choice. So as Mason was going to do a return serve he saw that his cousin had now turned into a borg drone with it trying to reach him.
That was when he woke up hearing the alarm go off. He woke up in a cold sweat but wiped it off and headed out the door.
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Married life was on of the many things Hunt had on his special to do list. Somehow with him on the go and allowing himself to be side tracked with his own endeavors seemed to always deter him.
He was alone in quarters finishing up meal and cleaning his room, his cousin was only going to be aboard the station for a day or so but it didn't matter to Mason he was going to make the best of it.
Now being tired, he decided to put his head down for a few moments before heading up to the bridge.
"Computer, set alarm time for 5 minutes." he said.
As his eyes closed, images of his cousin and him playing as children in their grandmother's yard. Playing laser tag was their game of choice. So as Mason was going to do a return serve he saw that his cousin had now turned into a borg drone with it trying to reach him.
That was when he woke up hearing the alarm go off. He woke up in a cold sweat but wiped it off and headed out the door.
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Commander Mason Hunt
First Officer
USS Malinche NCC 38897-B