USS Malinche NCC-38997-A

ON:

[Lounge, 0100, Day 20]

P'ayanna was still holding Mark's arm at the bicep, keeping him from leaning too far and worsening his damaged ribs, as they entered the lounge. It was quiet this evening, on account of the pending arrival in the Celtron system, but was about to get a little louder. P'ayanna asked, "What is it that you drink?"

"Bloodwine of course," said Mark. And he wasn't lying, aside for coffee, he drank Bloodwine. "Sometimes I drink Saurian Brandy, but today I need a warrior's drink!" he said, grinning.

"mreh," she said, for she didn't find it to be as good as HIqqIj, Klingon black ale. "Tender. One bloodwine and one HIqqIj."

He and P'ayanna sat down, already armed with their drinks. Mark raised his glass and said out loud, "I salute the best warrior this night! To you, Cadet," and then he drank all in one gulp.

"Qapla'!" P'ayanna downed her drink, as well, and then slapped the mug for a refill. The tender was smart and already had new ones for both. "And to your courage! majQa'."

Mark nodded, in thanks, and raised his mug and hit against P'ayanna's before he downed it too. He cleaned his mouth with his sleeve and burped. "You're a fine fighter, P'ayanna, Your family must be very proud of your accomplishments," he said, already feeling the nice feeling that came with Bloodwine.

"Perhaps. It is more important to them that I retain honor." She lifted her mug and drained it, setting the empty one beside Mark's. "It has been a long time since I have gotten properly drunk," she told him.

"Last time I got drunk," said Mark already picking a new round of drinks for both them, "I awoke up in Mars." Mark loughed as he remember. "The thing is, when I started drinking I was on Earth!"

"HaH!" Both lifted their third mugs, starting to feel a pleasant warmth from strong drink. "When I was selected to go to a ship instead of another year of gagny school, we drank on Saturday. I barely made it to the shuttle on Monday!"

Mark laughed, already feeling inebriated. He raised his mug again, "To our drinking companions, may they always be drunk!"

P'ayanna laughed. "If," she said, "my brothers were here, they would enjoy this drink." They'd probably also kill Grayson, as they were very protective of their lightweight of a sister.

Mark drank his fourth, or fifth drink (he already had lost count), "Brothers? How it's like to have brothers? I was only child and I hated it," he confessed, getting another drink and noticing that he couldn't feel the pain from his ribs anymore.

"I have five brothers and two sisters," she told him, swaying a bit in her seat but still pounding down drinks. "Family is important in a warrior culture." Even the farmers fought on mu'pIpeQ. "It is good to have family. It makes one strong."

"I couldn't agree more," he uttered and then hit his mug on the table. "I wish I had a different father!" With that he throwed his mug on the wall. "That one was empty!" he shouted, now totally out of his mind.

"You should not dishonor your father," P'ayanna growled, handing him a new drink. "You carry his blood in your veins, QI'yaH."

"My father never wanted me to be an Intelligence Office," Mark said, while drinking. " He wanted me to be a doctor, just like him. He is an admiral now... You see, P'ayanna, my father is not a warrior! He likes to manipulate you like a Romulan would do!"

P'ayanna did not understand him. "You acted against the wishes of your family and you blame them for this dishonor?"

Mark paused, trying to consider her words. "Well, I believe I had the right to choose the life I wanted for me. It's different from your culture, P'ayanna. Families are not as tight as yours," he replied, hiting the mug on the table. "That's something I admire about your people." He snatched another drink and raised his drink. "To the Klingon family!" he cried.

"qorDu' tlhIngan," P'ayanna cried out, raising her drink and sloshing it all over the bar as she brought it to her lips. She felt good. "Your words sadden me. How can you learn honor in a weak family?"

"You can't. I learned what honor really meant during the Dominion War. I may be an intelligence officer, but I fought and killed Cardassians...." he replied, starting to feel that his head was actually a baloon ready to explode.

"carDaSngan jaghpu'," she growled. She still saw them as enemies and probably always would. "I have never gotten the chance to kill one. Only Klingons, tera'nganpu' and Orions."

"Let me tell you about Cardassians, P'ayanna... They are not be trusted. Some Cardassian stabbed me in the back. Thanks to my back up -an Angosian called Brul Unger, you know, the guys that were prepared to be supersoldiers- he saved me. I could have died." With difficulty, he grabbed another mug. "To Brul Unger, the warrior who saved my life!" he cried. Then his head dropped like a rock on the table.

P'ayanna laughed out loud, finishing her drink. She then stood and dropped back onto the stool. "ghuy'cha'," she cursed. Taking a deep breath, she stood back up and took his arm over her shoulder. "HIghoS," she growled. It was time to take him home and then to get some rest, herself...

OFF:

JOINT POST

LTJG Mark Grayson and P'ayanna

carDaSngan - Cardassian
tera'ngan - Terran
qorDu' - Family
tlhIngan - Klingon
jagh - enemy
QI'yaH, petaQ, yIntagh - Insults/expletives
*pu' at the end is a plural
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Cadet P'ayanna
Assistant Chief Security/Tactical Officer
USS Malinche
NCC-38897-B

<<USS Malinche>>
<Lounge, 0110, Day 20>

Anger seething through her veins, Amanda stormed through the corridors of hte USS Malinche. She knew that Grayson liked to take risks but fighting their Klingon Cadet was a little more risk then she would like...or tolerate. She had gotten the call from Joey (NPC) and Zero (NPC) had had been monitoring the holodecks.

She wheeled into the lounge, seeing both Mark and P'ayanna sitting in a corner table. She marched right over to him.

"Alright, you have two choices you come with me now peacefully...and I might use a painkiller when I am stitching you back up again."

"Or?" Mark asked, quirking an eyebrow.

"I knock you out and drag you out of here, either way you're coming to sickbay."

OFF:

ON:

<<USS Malinche-B>>
<T'serra's Office,0110,Day 20>

T'serra woke to find herself in her office again having fallen asleep while she was looking over some new information on the Celtronians. With a yawn T'serra stood up then walked over to the replicator in her office and got a cup of hot chocolate from it then she sat down on her chair behind her desk again looking over the files of info again yet T'serra felt herself starting to fall asleep again so she desided to get out of her office for awhile and roam the corridors for awhile.

< Random Corridor,0120,Day 20>

This was what T'serra need a nice long walk around the ship to see what is happening on the ship having been shut up in her office for so long she needed to get away from it yet she needed something to do besides wandering around so she made her way to the closest holodeck.

T'serra: Computer Run Holoprogram Forest waterfall.

Computer(NPC): Program Ready enter at anytime.

<Holodeck,0130, Day 20>

T'serra needed something relaxing but not something that would put her to sleep like boring files would. Slowly she walked around the forest illusion that the holodeck created then she sat down on a boulder that was near the edge of the small stream that came off of the waterfall as the water fell down into it. This was relaxing and she hoped that she wouldn't be needed for sometime.

OFF: T'serra is tired of boring files even if it is important! What she wants is someone to talk with! Jeesh just because she is a Betazoid and people tend to be uncomfortable around them...*feels unwanted* *crys* J/k lol. Razz

Tags: ANYONE!

<USS Malinche>
<Holodeck, 0135, Day20>

Mason woke up from his sleep and thought he would take a stroll to the upper decks, he realized that he didn?t really talk with the crew nor interacted with them a lot. So with a brush of new energy and excitement he decided to go see Navdante.

?Computer locate Ensign Navdante.? Mason ordered as the lift came to life.

He had hoped the ship would arrive soon; some of the crew were becoming uneasy with the thought of klingons possibly lurking in the shadows. The lift finally stopped at deck six. Hunt walked over to the door chime. Before he did, he felt a bit nervous about approaching her. They never really talked and only functioned as colleagues.

?Holodeck one.?

?Thank you, Holodeck one please.? Requested Mason.

Moments later he had arrived and pressed on the control console to make sure she was in there. He walked in seeing Navdante sitting down near a boulder. Without making a sound he crept over to her. The silence was stopped by Mason stepping on a twig. Navdante jumped up and turned around to look.

<Tag Navdante>

OFF: Tag Navdante (Don?t worry XO to the rescue!!!)

OLD:

"Alright, you have two choices you come with me now peacefully... and I might use a painkiller when I am stitching you back up again."

"Or?" Mark asked, quirking an eyebrow.

"I knock you out and drag you out of here, either way you're coming to sickbay."

NEW:

P'ayanna looked at the doctor with indignation, not caring a whit about what the woman thought of what had taken place this night. She clearly did not understand Klingon ways and, therefore, wasn't worth much attention on her part.

To Grayson, she said, "it was a worthy battle. Qapla'." She then walked out of the lounge, leaving him with the petaQ of a weakling doctor. So far as P'ayanan was concerned, he could deal with her well enough on his own.

OFF:
_________________
Cadet P'ayanna
Assistant Chief Security/Tactical Officer
USS Malinche
NCC-38897-B

OLD
<<USS Malinche>>
<Lounge, 0130, Day 20>


Alright, you have two choices you come with me now peacefully... and I might use a painkiller when I am stitching you back up again."

"Or?" Mark asked, quirking an eyebrow.

"I knock you out and drag you out of here, either way you're coming to sickbay."

NEW:

Mark was way too drunk to be intimidated by the doctor. He barely noticed when P'ayanna said to him something about a "worthy battle" and left.

He looked at the doctor, seeing at least three Darkhelms. "How many of you there is?", asked him, trying to focus his eyes in one Darkhelm.

Darkhelm rolled her eyes.

Mark gave her a smiled that drunks usually give to beautiful women. " You don't need to... what? Ah, knock me out, doc. I can't say no to a woman that can kick my butt." Mark tried to stand but his legs didn't help him. He fell, but Darkhelm held him. She looked ready to explode.

"Anyone every told you how cute you look when you're angry?", asked Mark, laughing. His state of mind was so disturbed by all the bloodwine that he didn't know he was playing with fire.

OFF: tag Darkhelm.

OFF: Ok today I got 3ds Max 7 free so I am in a very good mood. YAY!

ON:

<<USS Malinche-B>>
<Holodeck,0138,Day 20>

T'serra didn't hear Commander hunt enter the holodeck and she was a bit startled when he stepped on a twig so being as it was she stood up quickly to look around when she saw him behind her.

T'serra: Commander Hunt is there something I can do for you?

T'serra was unsure why he was there for a few seconds still getting over being startled then she could sense that he was wanting to talk about something yet it would take a bit longer for her to know what it was. Normally she wouldn't have been startled like that but being as tired as she was lately with all the work she has had to do it was begining to catch up to her.

OFF: Ok All I need now is a new computer and I will be working on 3ds max 7! btw if anyone would like I could attempt to make a 3d model of everyone's character if they would like. It might take me awhile once I get Max up and running but I think a 3d rendering of the characters we play would make a nice addition to the ship website.

Tags: Hunt (your it )

<<USS Malinche>>
<Sickbay, 0130, Day 20>

It took all her Marine training and them some not to drop kick Grayson square in the face after his comment. Amanda decided to take a new approach, if Grayson wished to be drunk then so be it. She dropped him non to gingerly back into the chair.

"You seem to enjoy this state so much, I think that I'll let you sleep it off. And when you wake in the morning with the hangover...and believe me it will be a doozy, then you can march down to sickbay and I can put you back together agian."

Grayson looked like he might respond...either that or he was staring out into space. Amanda sighed again, her medical personality kicked back in, she hoisted him up.

"What is with males and the need for excessive violence and drink."

She carried Grayson towards sickbay, making a mental note to talk to the Captain in the morning.

OFF:

<<USS Malinche>>
<Sickbay, 0145, Day 20>

Two had not been able to stay in her chamber and when P'ayanna had returned from Sickbay. She had told Rebekah about the fight. When P'ayanna had finsihed, Two had decided that the CMO would probably not assist Mr. Grayson back to his quarters.

She watched as Mr Grayson get minimal medical care. The CMO took care of the cuts so that they quit bleeding but refused to deal with the bruises. Rebekah had been right. Mr Grayson was going to be left to his own devices to get back to his quarters.

"Dr Darkhelm, I'll make sure that he makes it home safely," she said, semilifting the drunk man.

Using a little bit of his power but mainly hers, the two of them walked down the corridor. Well, she walked while he walked/slid/limped down the hall. Once she finally made it to his quarters, she had to either get his computer to acknowledge his presence to open the door or use her engineering ovreride to get it to open.

"Come on, Mr Grayson," she told him, propping him up between her and the wall, "I need a retinal scan or I need something which will allow the computer to recognize you."

"What?"

With that, the door opened up. Two carried him inside of his quarters. She could barely see in the dark. Her quarters were laid out for four roommies but he didn't have to share his.

"Lights, 25%," she asked.

The lights came on; Grayson groaned. He used his arm to cover his eyes. Now that Two could see, she started looking around, trying to find a good place to deposit him. She dragged him into the bathroom, and thought about putting him in the tub before turning on the cold water. Too mean. She backed him out of the bathroom and took the next door. It was his quarters.

She allowed him to drap himself around her shoulders. She pulled the covers back and dropped him on the bed. She was kind and pulled off his shoes. He was going to be uncomfortable enough with his clothes on. She pulled the covers over him.

"No chocolate kiss for you," she told him before leaving him, snoring the snore of the very drunk. She returned back to her quarters and decided that she needed a little more time in her chamber so she climbed back in and shut the door.

OFF

[Quarters, Day 20, 0530]

P'ayanna woke with a start, sitting up and peering through the gloom that made up the Quartet Quarters, the ship's nickname for the four-man officer quarters. She had a slight headache, but no other lingering effects of the evening's excesses. As she clambered out of the bunk, she rubbed the bruise on her abdomen from Grayson. He might be a DIvI' petaQ, but he sure didn't hit like one. She rather liked it.

Stomping across the deck without a thought to her sleeping roommates, she made her way to the refresher to relieve herself and make sure her hair was in order. Although her hair was thick, by Terran standards, it was not immune to the abuses caused by pillows. Still, P'ayanna was quick at putting it back in order. On the farm of Q'moSh, getting ready quickly was a necessity; crossing her father was a painful affair each and every time.

Coming out about as quietly as she'd gone into the refresher, she dressed in moqbara robes and took her betleH from its ceremonial holder, the betleH bey'. She much desired to work on her swordsmanship in the open room next to the ship's gym. Mirrored walls made it an excellent place to work on, and check, her form.

P'ayanna stepped out into the bright lights of the main passageway, which was empty, her betleH at the position of rest. Its blunt back was nestled against her right shoulder with her hand holding the lower handle. She could, in a flash, bring it to a fighting stance, but didn't expect to need to.

OFF: <killing time>
_________________
Cadet P'ayanna
Assistant Chief Security/Tactical Officer
USS Malinche
NCC-38897-B

<<USS Malinche>>
<<Grayson's Quarters, 0630, day 20>>

Mark felt something familiar when he woke up. A hangover. He open his eyes and found out he was in his quarters. He tried to got up but his head looked like a belll and his ribs were killing him. He had no memorie of how he had arrrived there.

Still he mustered a smile. He actually had survive the fight with P'ayanna and gained a little respect. He got up and noticed he was fully dressed. He limped to bathroom and found out a pain killer he had stashed for moments like that one.

Of course, his fractured ribs wouldn't heal without proper care. He injected the painkiller and felt the pain go away. He looked himself in the mirror and was impressed. No scar, only bruises. Somehow, Mark suspected he was in the Sickbay for sometime, because there was no cuts in his face.

He thought in sleep some more, but, he had looked for that. He should endure it all. "I bet the captain will be calling me today", thought him, as he took a cold shower.

He put his uniform and looked again in the mirror. "I'm a wreck, but, at least, my honor still holds", decided him, before he limped his way to his office and a large cup of coffee.

OFF:

[IKV ngotlhwI', Day 20, 0700]

The Klingon bird of prey continued to shadow USS Malinche, supposedly maintaining its stealth posture as the ship continued toward the Celtron system. Ideally, Federation intrusion into the events there would not have happened so soon, but that could not be helped. In response, the timeline required advancing.

"It is time to make our report," the captain, a surly Klingon in battle-worn armor named chaQ'taH growled. "Open a channel." Moments later, he stood as the ship was answered by the flagship.

turlotlh HoD glared from the viewscreen of ngotlhwI'. His ship, the vor'cha'-class battle cruiser, SuvwI' tammoH, was situated in orbit of Celtron V, waiting to set forth on the next step of this operation. "You have news?"

chaQ'taH grimaced into what could be called a smile. "Time runs short. Five hours, no more, before these DIvI' petaQ arrive."

turlotlh cursed under his breath. Still, there was enough time to do what he needed to do. "We will act soon. Qapla'."

OFF: We won't know what was said, but we can tell that there was a 2-way comm with something in or near the Celtron system.
_________________
Cadet P'ayanna
Assistant Chief Security/Tactical Officer
USS Malinche
NCC-38897-B

<<USS Malinche>>
<Bridge, 0715, Day 20>

Jason had a feeling that Grayson would go through with his plans, despite what he had said to him. Of course he wasn't really surprised, it seemed that the intelligence officers always seemed to have a very unquie way of doing things...rather unorhodox that bunch was.

"Sir?"

Jason looked to the upper command deck to find Joey Summers (NPC) standing there. He was monitoring operations and the deep scans via an auxillary station on the bridge.

"You better have good news," Jason responded.

"Maybe yes and maybe no," Joey said. "But come look at this."

Jason headed to the upper command deck where he went over to the station. The Malinche was doing perdioc sweeps with her deep space radio, picking up on all the subspace radio traffic they could find. So far they hadn't picked up any other transmissions...until now.

"I picked this up from the buffers just a little bit ago, its pretty faint...like its been decrpyted or something, the computer tagged it as background noise."

"And you want to argue with computer?"

"With that Klingon ship following us I thought it might be a good idea."

"Can you pinpoint it?"

"No," Joey said. "Its way to weak for that...and no I can't tap into it either, or tell you what was said."

"What other ships are in the area?"

Joey tapped a few icons and brought up the display on the screen next to his.

"A Andorian freighter, us, and the Bird of Prey...not counting the ships in orbit around the planet. It could have come from any number of sources."

"Which is what makes me nervous, I'll inform Commander Hunt and the Captain Kersare."

OFF:

ON:<<USS Malinche>>
<Tactical Office. Day 20, 0800>

Cheetara went over her new tactical similations again and again. She noticed an energy output irregulation in one of her simulations. She tried and tried to get rid of it, but no matter what she tried, it wouldn't go away. So she thought that she better inform Harrison.

"Cheetara to Harrison" she said as she tapped. "I need you to check out this irregularity that I've found in the energy output that I've found in one of my tactical simulations.

With that, she closed the channel and went on about her business waiting for Harrison to contact her back.

OFF:

OFF: Posted under instruction from the Captain.

ON:
<<Bridge 0905. Day 20>>

Ensign Kai made a feeble attempt to straighten her uniform for the upteenth time since she'd got up. Her hair was not it's usual tidy state, she had bags under her eyes, she looked a mess. She was so tired. "I broke the Ensign" she muttered as she forced one leg in front the other to get herself out of the turbolift.

She managed the everest-feat of walking to her console and relieved Ryan, when he looked at her his face changed from its usual confident and slightly smug expression to one that almost hit the floor. "Ensign, you look like absolute sh..."

"Shut" she snapped as she raised a hand to silence him. She stared at him blankly, making him obviously uncomfortable. "Coffee. Here. Now." she demanded in a tone that contradicted her usual pleasant and unconfident self.

She slowly slid herself down into the hideously uncomfortable chair. "That's it baby, you be as much of a pain in the ass as possible, keep me awake" she said to the chair, turning a few concerned heads her way.

The steaming cup of coffee was just about to pass from Ryans hand to hers when her console started bleeping rapidly. She wheeled around and suddenly perked up. Slamming her hand down on the shipwide comms, "Captain Kersare to the bridge immediately! Priority One from Celtron!"

She quickly put the communication over the loudspeaker on the bride, it was a live feed but she noticed oddly that there was no way she could send a message back, their reciever must be damaged' she thought. She turned her attention to the message.

"Federation Starship... *static* need help! *static* ...of the Sok'ra. Garshon Trelin of the High *static* ...cil has been kidnapped.!" There were sounds of weapons fire in the background, people screaming, shouting. This man sounded desperate. "It's the To'Ma! They're responsible! *static*" There was more weapons fire, louder this time, she heard a faint male voice in the background; "they're in the corridor, send the..." there was a burst of weapons fire and static, most likely caused by the weapon and the faint voice suddenly croaked and disappeared. The original voice could barely be heard above the static and weapons now, "they're not alone! They have help! They have...!" the transmission ended with an almighty bang and then fizzling static just as the Captain walked onto the bridge.

OFF: TAG Captain and Bridge
_________________

Ensign Sharon Kai
Chief Communications Officer
USS Malinche
NCC-38897-B