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Post by F.E.L. Administrator on Mar 3, 2014 10:34:02 GMT -5
'Ethical Amend'
"Pointing fingers isn't the solution, its knowing the facts. Not trying to sound like a pointed ear bastard but…..."
25th Century at Stardate - 2430.20.07 Over 7 months has passed from the attack on USS Legacy & destruction of Starbase 234.
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Post by F.E.L. Administrator on Mar 3, 2014 12:40:24 GMT -5
Location: Unknown… “ Congrats again, ‘Sergeant Major’; I sure am proud of you.” The figure in the vid-com smiled and nodded approvingly. “ I’m sure you’ll do your family, the CRV and The Federation proud.” There was some stiff hesitation on the other participant in this conversation, the one being spoken too. “ Oh relax, will you? The uniform isn’t always on between us.” It still had little effect. “ Aye, Sir.” was all the response he got. “ Okay, okay, Sergeant Major. You attend your duties, and I will see you in a few days once you get dockside. I doubt your mother will be here, but one never knows.” The Officer sipped on his cup, and nodded. “ Aye, Sir. I’ll even try to bring a smile, Sir.” The Officer nodded warmly, and ended with the line “ Humanity, at its heart, is the Federation’s greatest strength Sergeant Major; it’s weaknesses ARE its strengths.” The Sgt. Major nodded “ Defended until death, Sir.” The screen went dark. While the Sgt. Major hesitated at the screen, and began to turn away, he noticed that it started shaking. His eyes widen as the screen exploded in a huge fire ball, knocking him across the room and into a bulk head, his body falling heavily to the floor; accompanied by the sounds of bones breaking. He didn’t even try to pick himself up, he simply said “ Not again…” and lay in a pool of his expanding blood, and soaked in the crippling pain across his body. Location: USS Sotrila; Trooper BarracksHis eyes widened and he found himself sitting bolt upright in his bunk again, body soaked in sweat, aching from head to toe, skin paled. Another trooper noticed him and began to approach “ Are you okay Ser…” but before he was able to finish, the Sgt. Major replied “ Go. Away. Now.” Knowing his Sergeant Major, the Trooper booked it out of the room after saluting quickly. “ Seven months… Seven fracking months…” he pinched his nose as he climbed out of the bunk. Sergeant Major Patton Samuel Grant dropped his whites and climbed into the shower to rinse off, and gather his thoughts. “ When will it end…? Does it have to be every night…? Every time I close my eyes…?” He glanced back at the prescription pill bottle that sat upon his bunk stand, and shook his head. Patton adorned his gear, and decided to walk the decks, the fact it was 0330 Terran Standard Time made no-never-mind to him. He made his rounds through the USS Sotrila, pulse carbine slung smartly over his shoulder. His polearm and sidearm holstered on his belt, and his duty uniform pressed smartly and professional looking (his heavy duty combat carapace armor was back in his locker; not something to stroll around in), and he had an old Black ‘Cowboy’ style had with his units Emblem on it above his head.
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Lt Jg Wynn Deion
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Life is a journey filled with new adventures and meeting new people
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Post by Lt Jg Wynn Deion on Mar 5, 2014 9:57:07 GMT -5
Location start: Sotrila's Crew quarters, Location End: near the Arboreatum
Lt Jg Wynn Deion is a happy man, and he could owe all that happiness to the attack on and the destruction of starbase 234. Although it sounds ironic, it is where he has met the love if his life, Lindsey. He was on the way to report in when the attack occurred, just passing by crew quarters on the deck he was assigned, when the fatal strike came. He had just exited his own quarters and moving down the hall when the ship shifted beneath him and then he heard a call for help, a woman's voice lured him into the darkened room of a quarters that was heavily damaged by the initial explosion, led him to a trapped woman who narrowly escaped death by mere inches. The bulk head had caved in and was laying partially on her but the majority of the weight had been on a piece of furniture. Wynn managed to inch the couch enough to pull her out of the confined space she was in, but alas, her leg had been broken/crushed. He walked with the medics as they escorted her to sickbay. what was left of it, figuring it wouldn't be a good time to report in since the captain and other higher ups were scrambling around like proverbial chickens with no head trying to figure out what had caused the explosion and the resulting damage reports.
In the following months after the attack, he and Lindsey, the relationship between he and lindsey grew and prospered, they dated each other, they ate dinner together, generally doing things that a loving couple would be doing. In those months, he learned that Lindsey was a simple woman who liked simple things, nothing too extravagant.. no, there was nothing simple about this beautiful woman. He thought the universe of her and he adored her and cared for her deeply. Tonight, it is the 8th month anniversary of they starting to date as a couple and Wynn thought of a "special" place where he could take her.
After picking her up from her quarters, he walked with her to the "special place" that he picked out for their anniversary date, covering her eyes and helping her the rest of the way. He smiled to himself, thinking her skin felt soft and warm and he thought how much he loved touching her..
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Post by Ensign Lindsey Davanoi on Mar 7, 2014 0:51:37 GMT -5
She had just hopped out of the sonic shower…where she only had one useable leg left. The incident of that horrible day cost her a life of normal use of two legs but it had to be amputated. Lindsey had no worries as she had a very wonderful man in her life now. Whom she has known since the Academy days. He had found her pinned against a bulkhead…where now Deion has plans to pick her up or their anniversary. She picks out a simple yellow summer like dress and puts on her prosthetic leg. Lindsey welcomes him as he chimed at her quarters. Where he surprisingly take her a few decks down from deck four to deck seven to the arboretum. Deion knew exactly what she wanted and it wasn’t some fancy place on the Holodeck with an extravagant program. Ones they arrived to the arboretum Lindsey allowed him to guide her with his hands covering her eyes. When he removed them she was surprised the nice layout of a simple picnic. She trusted this man and knew that he had hers. "Deion? What do you have plan for us today?”, chuckled slightly while asking him.
- Counselor USS Sotrila, deck four crew quarters and deck seven arboretum. Tags, Wynn Deion
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Post by Haemis McTavish on Mar 7, 2014 1:14:57 GMT -5
SimMaster OOC Note - Amazing post sir! But my apologies i think i got you mixed up with which Starbase that was destroyed. Starbase 111 is intact and hidden in the Gamma Quadrant. Starbase 234 is the one that was destroyed and we can say the Legacy herself got Haemis back to Starbase 234. As her means of travel is more advance OR we can use the spin-off of the new Star Trek that he was transported to Starbase 234. Noted in Star Trek In to darkness with Kahn transporting from Earth to the Klingon home world. Just throwing ideas……. Again i'm sorry. OOC: Sorry its been a long while, so I might be just a tad rusty. But here goes.... PS OOC: Yup! Ya did! LOL Look a bandaid! A nice shiney 234. That should do it??? Location: Starbase 2347 Months ago…. It was a night like any other since he had moved on from his duties on board the USS Legacy, trying to piece that beast back together after its ordeal. Haemis was happy to see that crew gone and on its way. Part of him was happy that he happened to draw the short straw on waiting for the next transport that would take him to his next assignment, for the time being he had been keeping busy helping out in Starbase 234’s engineering levels. It was busy work more than anything, helped him keep his mind sharp. “Off for the night Irish?” a voice called as he was standing awaiting the turbolift. “Aye, that I am lad!” he said to the approaching man. “Twas a good day O’ work!”
The man nodded. “Indeed!” he chuckled to himself as he too came to stand at the lift doors. “Boring if you ask me!” Haemis nodded silently, “Now Mr. Jackson ya know bor’n is good fer ya! If’n were more excit’n yer blood pressure might put ye back in the hands o’ that wee golden haired lass again!” They both laughed as the lift arrived, the ebony man was the first into the lift. “Deck Thirty Four.” Ryan Jackson said still laughing. “Now that wouldn’t be so bad now would it?” he asked. “Deck Fifty Two!” Haemis said as he nodded to the man. “When are ya gonna grow a pair and just ask the lass out!” he asked quizzically. “Soon!” Ryan said as the lift slowed. “Soon!” he pushed off the side of the turbolift as the doors opened. “Have a good night Irish!” Haemis scowled at the man. “I told ya not to call me that!” he said as the doors snapped shut. He let out a chuckle. The lift continued on its route depositing him at the floor his temporary home was on. He moved down the hall to his door, punching in his access code into the door lock manually. Crossing the room while peeling out of his uniform he entered the bathroom hitting the lights, and the controls to the sonic shower. It was just what he needed, a sonic shower! Stepping in he let the soothing thrum of the sonic unit cleanse his body, it might be busy work but it still had a tendency to leave him stiff by the end of the day. Stepping from the sonic shower, he used a nearby towel to dry the few beads of remaining water on his body off, and pulled on his typical sleeping attire, a pair of shorts and a tank top. Settling down on the edge of the bed he slowly lowered himself down his eyes glancing out into the abyss that was the massive Starbase’s interior docking area. Small craft moved about inside transferring cargo and various other things here and there, not nearly as busy as the daytime but still going about duties. These places never sleep. Most people prefer to look out at the stars and request quarters that overlook space, but he always asked for the interior rooms with a view. It didn't take long for him to find purchase in dreamland, he had not even realized he had fallen asleep, but then something felt wrong. Very wrong in fact. What was it! It hurt. What hurt. I’m hurt… Haemis’s eyes popped open, he found himself on the floor near his dresser, the lights in his quarters were flickering, the floor was or at least felt angled to him. It was hard to get up, the air was wrong, everything was wrong. Is this a dream? There was a fireball rising from the lower portion of the docking area, debris flying everywhere visible through his window. It was Armageddon out there. He felt the whole room shift, shudder and shake violently and he could see secondary explosions ripping through the interior of the station. “Run!” A voice inside his head screamed. “Run you fool!” he heard it again. As if on cue he was up, and working his way along the wall. Pulling himself along furniture toward the door, the floor suddenly rose up to meet him as another explosion, this one close by ripped through the corridor outside, it dislodged both of his doors sending them across the room. His ears popped, and he felt a rush and tug as his body suddenly rose off the floor and was flung toward the door, he felt his body strike the door jam just to be pulled the other direction in the hall, tumbling with the rush of air with the debris flying down the hall, his arms flailing about. He was screaming, but couldn't hear it. Then as quickly as it began he felt his body released from the pull of the air, he struck the floor. He could hear screaming, crying and the sound of the hull creaking. He felt the taste of blood in his mouth but he didn’t have time to pay attention to this now, it was go time. He slowly pulled himself to his feet blinking away the pain he felt, he saw another crewman sitting on the floor curled up clutching at his leg. “Oie!” he yelled at the man. “Lad! You need to get mov’n!” he moved toward the man. Coming down on one knee next to the man, he could see his leg was clearly broken and the man was already in shock. “Come on lad, lets get ya up!” he grabbed him by the arm and hauled him upright. He started moving down the corridor toward the lift. There was another person’s body laying in the hall, they were still a pool of blood was running across the hallway the direction of the tilt, he continued down the corridor. The lights flickered out and the room heaved again as a nearby explosion ripped through the station again Haemis and the young man were sent sprawling to the floor, the corridor erupted in a shower of sparks, debris and fire all around them as conduits ruptured. Haemis took purchase on the young man’s collar and started crawling toward the lift, but it was a lost cause, the doors were a jar and the lift itself was clearly stuck in the tube and had keeled over. Looking around frantically a bit of panic of his own starting to sink in, the smoke getting thicker in the room he spotted the Jefferies tube access, he started to crawl toward it now. “Come on lad! I’ve got ya!” he reached for the hatch release. The heat pouring off it gave him pause. “Damn!” he yelled. Everything seemed to slow down all of the sudden, it was unlike anything Haemis had ever seen before, the flames running across the ceiling were dancing, the smoke seemed to bellow with a sort of fluid like state, his eyes went wide as something inside him clicked. “Bloody ell….. “ the hatch in front of him shattered, the wall split and erupted before him fire screamed forth, he could see the compression wave of the explosion leaping out ahead of the flames and debris. It was like being along for the ride as his body reacted, pulling the young man between him and the oncoming death. The shockwave found purchase on the man’s body compressing him into Haemis, the two of them rode the shockwave down the hall a ways before they became separate entities again, he could feel and hear the bones in his body breaking, it was surreal to see himself on fire, the open wound where shrapnel had gouged and cut his body, he came to a rest against a wall, sliding down it. The end of the corridor where he had just been was gone, and he could feel his body as it suddenly accelerated toward the opening, could feel the cold of space creeping into his bones as he was ejected into the starbase’s interior, and for a brief moment as his eyes betrayed him to what he knew was oblivion, the blue hue of a transporter beam surrounding him. 6 Months ago…
“Beep…. “ “What the hell was that!”
“Beep…” “Hello?”
“Beep…” “Alright this isn’t funny!” “Beep…” “Twas funny a minute ago…but now yer step’n too far!” 5 Months ago…
“Beep…” “How much longer do you think he will be like this?” Haemis could hear the voice but couldn’t place it. “I honestly don’t know, we’ve done everything we can at this point but his body refuses to bring him out of this coma!”
“Beep…” “What the hell is that beeping noise!” Haemis’s voice called. “Well we have noticed some improvement over the last two months so I would say the chances of him coming out of his coma are favorable!” “What the hell!” came a hurried voice. “Beep… beep… beep… “ “Now that doesn't sound good!” Haemis said. “That sounds a lot like someone’s dieing! That would be a shame!” 3 Months ago…..
Haemis’s eyes slowly fluttered open, the light was blinding. His hands flew up to his face, he found a breathing apparatus and other diagnostic equipment which very quickly caught his attention stopping him. His eyes slowly cleared up and he was met by the very drab but typical hospital room. Glancing around he very quickly realized were he was, but not why he was here. The Door swung open abruptly and a young woman in a Starfleet Medical uniform walked in approaching him. “Mr. McTavish, your at Starfleet Medical, everything is going to be ok. Just relax and we’ll get you out of that breathing tube. For now I just need you to stay calm and we will explain everything.” She said as she began checking the equipment around him. “Everything is just fine!” “He’s awake?” another voice called from the door, this one familiar. “Yes, and stable!” the nurse or doctor standing over him said looking over her shoulder. Another female doctor came into view on the other side of his bed. “Alright Mr. McTavish were going to remove your breathing tube, your going to feel a bit odd, maybe even a bit of nausea. Exhale for me please!” she took hold of the tube, and slowly withdrew the device as he let out a long breath. His throat felt hoarse, his body felt sore. “What happened!” he let out, his voice sounded as if someone had dumped a bunch of gravel down his throat. “Starbase 234 was destroyed, you nearly died. You’ve been our guest here for the last few months while you’ve been recovering.” “How bad?” he asked. She gave him a quizzical look. “You were pretty bad when we got you.” Her eyes met the other nurse in the room briefly before meeting his. “Let’s just say that Starfleet Medical has been good to you Mr. McTavish, you were pretty badly burned, space exposure, broken bones you name it. You’ve been in a coma like state for a while now. You were pretty bad off, but now you’re good as new!” she said offering a reassuring smile. He nodded quietly to himself. “For now Mr. McTavish, you should get some rest and we can fill you in on the rest later. We will need to run some tests on you, and get you set up with physical therapy to get you back on your feet and then we can see about getting you back to work!” she said.
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Post by Haemis McTavish on Mar 7, 2014 23:19:29 GMT -5
Location: Starbase 001, Earth Orbit, Starfleet Medical
2 Months and some days ago…
“Come on McTavish! Push! Push Damn it Push!”
Haemis strained with all the strength he could muster, flexing his right leg for all he was worth, his knee replacement surgery had gone very well but rehabilitation was another matter. “I’m push’n Damn ye!” he spat through clenched teeth.
James Templeton kept the scanner trained on the joint in question, his eyes staring daggers at the little display. “Just a little further, Push!”
Haemis gave out collapsing across the bench, his leg went into a spasm. He hollered in pain as one of the worst Charlie horses of his life ripped through his thigh muscle. “Son of a monkey’s grandfather!” he spat as his leg jerked this way and that.
James quickly grabbed a medical device from nearby and pointed it at Haemis’s thigh. “I got ya, just hold on! There we go.” He activated it and the blue beam and directed it at the muscle and it calmed quickly.
Haemis, flopped over on his back as his leg finally began to go from spasm, to tense to finally relaxing. “That beasty in my leg’s not lik’n this at tall!” he stammered.
“That beasty is what’s going to get you back in the engine room!” James said patting Haemis on the chest. “Your almost there!”
“What to walk’n again!” he shook his head a bit dismayed.
James offered him a hand. “Yeah! Without the need of a cane or other artificial means!” he pointed out. “I’m serious you almost had full translation in your joint. We keep this up and you’ll be walking in no time. You just have to keep at it!”
“I know, I bloody know!” Haemis slowly rotated to a sitting position.
James nodded picking up the scanner again; he ran it over Haemis’s leg. “You’re looking good, everything’s in working order. Just got to get your organics in tune with it, how about we do some basic walking excessive on the twin bars?” James said.
“No, I think were done here for the day, maybe the pool!” Haemis said as he grabs his cane. “Yeah, the pool sounds real nice!” he found purchase on the cane for support and very slowly rose to his feet.
“You think so?” James eyeballed him.
“Aye!” he eyeballed the man back.
“Alright, I suppose you earned it, but you’re doing some kicking in that water if I have to get in that damn frigid water again and freeze my junk off!”
“Blast ye James! Take the fun outta everything!” Haemis stammered as he took a step.
One Month ago…..
“Lieutenant Commander Haemis McTavish?” a young yeoman spouted as she stuck her head out a set of doors just down the hall.
Slowly standing, and making his way down the hall toward the young woman he gave a slight bow. “Ma’am!”
“Mr. McTavish, if you’d please come with me!” she said as she started deeper into the room where a small panel of men and women were sitting.
“Aye lass!” he said as he followed her smartly. He was proud of himself he had managed to get back on his feet and though he wasn’t one hundred percent, he was getting there.
“Mr. McTavish, have a seat please!” A man he had not had the chance to meet yet said to him. “Its our understanding you’ve put in a request to return to active duty?” a data Padd settled onto the table in front of him.
“Aye sir!” he said settling into the chair in front of the panel.
“You think you’re ready?” he asked.
“Aye sir!”
“I don’t think your ready just yet Mr. McTavish!” he said flatly.
Haemis cantered his head slightly. “No sir?” he said questioningly.
“No!” the man shifted in his chair watching Haemis closely. “Your rehabilitation has gone exceedingly well, your back on your feet. I see you’ve made some good times running all the exercises possible.”
“I don’t understand!” Haemis began, he was about to start a rant that would probably prove he wasn’t ready but a simple hand in the air by the man made him stop, he stammered but stopped.
“You’ve yet to see your councilor!”
“Bah! Ye got to be bloody kiddin me!” he scoffed at the man.
“I know, it’s tragic, but its procedure!” the man said waving a hand in the air dismissing his comments. “You start seeing your councilor and we will approve you for light duty, but the minute you stop your back on the bench!” he held up his hand as Haemis started to say something. “You will attend counseling for three months! One month earns you full duty status, you stop seeing your councilor you’re back on light duty or no duty, Is that clear Mr. McTavish!”
Haemis’s face clearly went through a wide spectrum of emotions before he managed to stand going rigid. “Yes sir!”
“Dismissed!”
Haemis very stiffly walked out of the room, and disappeared into the crowd.
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Lt Jg Wynn Deion
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Post by Lt Jg Wynn Deion on Mar 8, 2014 11:27:07 GMT -5
He took his hands from her eyes to show her the simple picnic setting that he had placed, near a section of Daisies, a simple flower/plant or at least he considered then plain and ordinary. He knew that she liked the pain and simple but he thinks that she deserves a little more and likes to surprise her from time to time. He looked and smiled at her as she sat down with him and he reached over to rub her leg, but after a moment, he realized it was her artificial limb and casually reached over to caress the real appendage "Oh, nothing too major" he comments to her with a smile of his own after she asked him what he had planned "Just to share a simple meal with a special woman on our 8 month anniversary of dating. I know 8 months isn't all that great but I feel everyday I am with you is special." He was a little nervous, which he was thinking that she could tell, as he had something to ask her but wondered if he should wait longer to ask
USS Sotrila, deck seven, arboretum. Tag(s): Ensign Lindsey Davanoi
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Post by Haemis McTavish on Mar 12, 2014 22:59:16 GMT -5
Starbase 001, Earth Orbit, Starfleet Medical Shower Facility…
Present Day….
(It’s rated “PG” I promise….)
Haemis was having a day like any other, he went to his physical therapy session, attended his cardio work out at the Starfleet Medical Gym, Swam laps in the pool, and now he stood in a good old fashion shower, the hot water streaming over his body, the room full of steam. It was bliss. His muscle’s ached, and his knee and hip were a relative workhorse of pain as they were after he worked himself a bit too hard.
Pressing his forearms to the metal pillar in the middle of the room where he found himself alone, most people seemed to prefer the sonic shower over the good old fashion stream of recycled water. He let his voice go, a talent he was oddly careful of hiding from most people as it wasn’t something you’d hear form a man of his stature.
“Mirk and rainy is the nicht,” he began to sing.
“There’s no’ a staum in a’ the carry”
“lichtnin’s gleam athwart the lift, “
“And cauld winds drive wi’ winters fury.” His voice was low and carried in the walls of the steamy room.
“Oh, are ye sleeping Maggie”
“Let me in, for loud the linn is howling!”
“Ower the warlock Craigie!”
“Fearfu’ soughs the boortree bank,”
“The rifted wood roars wild and dreary”
“Loud the iron yet does clank,”
“The cry of hoolits mak’s me eerie.”
“Abune ma breath, I daurnae speak,”
“For fear I rouse your waukrife Daddy” “Cauld’s the blast upon my cheek,”
“O Rise, O Rise my bonnie lady!”
“She’s ope’d the door, she’s let him in,”
“She’s cuist aside his dreepin plaidle”
“Blaw yer warst ye rain and wind”
“For Maggie noo I’m an aside ye!”
“Noo since your waukin’ Maggie,”
“What care I for hoolits cry!”
He felt his cheeks redden a bit as he realized very suddenly that he was not alone. His eyes slowly opened to find a woman who was stark naked standing across from him stepping into the water.
“That was nice,” she said as she let the water cascade over her body. “Do you sing that for all the girls Mr. MacTavish?” she winked at him which caused his blush to deepen.
“You do know this is the men’s lavatory right missy?” he said cocking an eyebrow at the young woman.
She nodded to him. “It’s very difficult to get you alone Mr. MacTavish, and if it has to be the most likely or even unlikely place that I have to find you with no way or where to run then so be it here!” she said as she began to wash her hair in something that smelled of a floral concoction.
“Yer the bloody shrink!” he spat almost a bit too harshly which caused him to frown at himself.
“Surprise!” she said as she continued to run her hands through her hair. “And don’t bother trying to run Haemis, can I call you that?”
He stopped mid stride to the door, “You didn’a did ye?” he turned and eyeballed the young woman who smirked.
“Indeed I did, the door is locked!”
“Ach!” he said stepping back into the stream of water he had previously occupied. “I was com’n to see ye!”
“Sure you were, would you be a dear?” she asked gesturing to the bottle of soap.
He scoweled at the woman a moment, then handed her the bottle. “Isnt this a bit outta yer normal professional…” he stopped trying to think of the word.
“Circle, Job Description?” she spouted before he could finish.
“Aye!” he said solemnly.
“I do what I have to!” she said as she continued with her shower seemingly without a care. “So Haemis you didn’t answer my question. Seeing that were here, naked, you’ve sang to me. Are we on a first name basis?” she asked as she began cleaning one of her feet with a hard sponge.
“I donna even know yer name lass!” he said as he too took to finishing up his own shower. “Aye, ye can call me by my given.”
She chuckled. “See that wasn’t too hard was it!”
He shook his head, “It’s a might less difficult when ye have a lass in her glory in font of ye.” He muttered.
She glanced up at him again and laughed. “You don’t seem to be having much of a problem with that!”
He stopped and blinked. “Tis not what I ment!” he turned nearly the shade of his hair. “Ach!” he spat and softly banged his forehead against the metal tower.
“It’s ok Haemis, this isn’t exactly how I go about my day usually but I wanted to get your attention!’ she said as she tapped him on the shoulder blade. “Do me a favor?” she was holding out the bottle of soap.
He locked eyes with the woman who was grinning mischievous.
“I’m kidding!” she said as she shook her head. “Stop being so serious Haemis, there is plenty of time for that especially with your fitness in question for return to active duty.” She set the bottle down on a tray on the metal tower and turned off the water and slowly walked over to the towel rack and bench situated near the door.
He too did the same shutting the water off which caused the room to go quiet. “I’m fine!” he said a bit louder than expected.
She nodded as she rang out her hair, watching the water splash to the floor. “I have no doubt that you believe that and perhaps your physical tomorrow will show that, but I’m not here to delve into your physical fitness, I need to know that you’re ok after that ordeal. And though you may not like it you do have to talk to me. And yes before you ask we do have to talk about it.” She began toweling off.
He watched her as she toweled off, “So what do I need to explain to ye that will make ye know I’m right in the mind?” he asked as he realized that he was indeed staring at the woman and began toweling himself off.
“Well for starters that was a wonderful delayed reaction that tells me you’re at least alive!” she chuckled.
“Sorry!” he said genuinely.
“No, it’s perfectly fine!” she said, “I was starting to get a little worried, and lets face it you were distracted yourself by the intrusion.” He nodded silently in agreement. “So,” she settled onto the bench now watching him wrapped up from chest down with a towel, she began to towel off her long raven colored hair. “How is your sleep?”
“Sleep?” he asked. “Tossed and turn’n a lot but I’m get’n enough!”
She nodded. “I’m a pretty good lie detect Mac!”
He scoffed at the woman for calling him on his lie. “Ach, Fine! I’ve not slept a full night in a time!”
She nodded again, “That is what I thought!” she began to wrap her hair up in the towel. “Grab your cloths!”
“Huh?”
She gathered up her things from the wall locker holding them in her arms, her comm. Badge was between her fingers. “Grab your cloths Scotsman!”
He studied the woman a moment, “Ach!” he grabbed his gym bag, and cloths and as he turned to the woman, he felt the transporter beam kick in. “This is….. “ he was drowned out by the harmonic resonance of the transporter effect as he began to rant, which continued in the matter stream all the way across the station and down about eighty floors to where they appeared in the woman’s office with a view. “….rhanded tricks!”
She let out a hearty chuckle nearly spilling her belongings to the floor. “Really Haemis, you should really learn to relax some.”
At this point he wasn’t sure anymore what to think of this woman. “Ye gonna tell me yer name at some point?” he spat as he dropped his things on the couch. “Tis not right!” he muttered.
“Madalyn Price, I’m one of the stations councilors naturally, though I might be on loan to your next command to keep an eye on you!” she tossed aside the towel she had been covered with, he hadn’t noticed it before, probably because he was trying not to stare, but the young woman had a scar that ran from just under her arm to near her kidney which caught him staring again.
“It’s a long story!’ she said staring at him in the reflection of the large window overlooking earth.
“Aye,” he said quizzically, pulling his eyes away and to the task of getting dressed himself. “They always tell a story!”
“Yes, they do.” She said gesturing to the large bit of scar tissue running from the middle of his back down across his right gluteus maxims and around his hip. “The station?” she asked as she finished pulling her pants on.
He nodded as he began to speed up the process. “Aye!”
“It was a hell of a thing wasn’t it!”
“Aye!” he said as he pulled his undershirt over his head. “Twas indeed!”
“What scared you the most?” she asked as she turned while pulling her undershirt on. She crossed the room to the replicator and made a gesture as he watched. “Water, chilled.”
“Same ifin ya please!” he dropped onto the couch and began to pull his boots on and lace them up tight. “
t She nodded. “Another water, Chilled!” she said and the replicator produced a twin to the glass she had already plucked from the device.
“Scared me the most?” ye stopped and stared at his boot in mid tie muttering. “Hope’n it twas gonna be quick.” He muttered.
Her brow furrowed up. “What?” a bit of surprise crept into her voice. “The darkness!” he said as he finished tying his boot. “Death!”
(more to come eventually...)
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Post by Haemis McTavish on Mar 16, 2014 1:28:14 GMT -5
Location: Starbase 001, Earth Orbit
Time: Present Day’ish? LOL
Lieutenant Commander Haemis McTavish, Councilor Madalyn Price (NPC)
Haemis stared at his shoe for a long moment, his eyes unblinking. He was very still, his breathing had changed. His entire emotional state had changed it was very clear, sweat was beginning to bead up on his forehead despite the coolness of the room. She studied him for that long moment watching and waiting to see what had happened. “Haemis?” she said softly.
He shifted ever so slightly, his eyes blinking.
She set the glass of water down in front of him and slowly moved around to her desk, settling in behind the chair. The glass she had kept for herself slowly rolling between her hands, she watched him carefully. Somewhat worried about what might be coming. “Haemis?” she said it again.
He let out a long slow breath and leaned back on the couch, his eyes stayed glued to the floor. “I donna know if’n I can talk about this.” He said softly.
“Well it is our first session; we don’t have to dive right in.”
He was silent for a good long minute his eyes were closed. “Twas.” He started but stopped shifting uneasy. “Twas like be’n on autopilot.” He shook his eyes slowly came open he was looking around the room, but she didn’t really know what for, nor did he for that matter. “When I found myself on the floor and the first realization that somethin was happen’n I just remember do’n!” he glances up at her.
“Ok?” an eyebrow cocked as she stared at the man, she herself was somewhat shocked that it had gotten this far.
“Twas like be’n a passenger and not really hav’n control over yer direction.” He paused his hands coming up, then back down to his thighs. “Felt like be’n a rat in a bloody maze with doors com’n down to block yer passage every which way, then someone kick’n ya when ya turn and feel like yer about to be saved.” He shook his head, “Just to be thrown inta hell!” he stood up abruptly and started walking around in the open space behind the couch now. “The room was on its bloody side! Twas like gravity had taken a kick to the goose nips!” he gestured the angle with his hands. “Pretty sure twas the gravity generator was out of alignment in such a way it seemed that way. Figured it twas an accident until the first explosion. Then it was pandemonium try’n to get out of me quarters. But the way that hatch came apart, and everything went slow twas like be’n caught in an eternity. I saw death com’n. I saw meself gett’n blown to space.” He shook his head. “And there was nothin I could bloody do!”
“It was a tough spot to be in for anyone!” she said
“Twas no spot!” he said somewhat angry. “Twas fate!” he shook his head. “Twas death coming for me that night and a lucky transporter jockey snatched me up!”
She nodded. “I saw the reports, it was very lucky!”
“Aye!” he said again a bit more angered.
“Why do you sound disappointed?”
He stopped pacing and stared at the woman. “Disappointed? Are ye mad?” he shook his head in frustration. “I should be happy! Thank’n that young lad! But no! I’m brew’n” he stopped and stared at the woman again for a brief moment. “Am I fit fer duty!” he almost yelled. “NO!” he pounded on the back of the couch. “I Canna Flippin sleep! I canna concentrate most days because of the bloody pain!” he thumped the couch again. “Twas me on people that did this!” he nailed the back of the couch even harder this time. “My own bloody people!” ye yelled very loudly. He didn’t realize that he was starting to tear up.
She stood up slowly, setting the cup down onto the deck.
“Now. Now you!” he pointed at her starting to pace again. “Now you get to play the ye or nay game with my life!”
She slowly moved around from behind the desk and to the couch. “No, no I don’t!” she said softly and calmly.
“Bloody Right!” he yelled again. “Some crank yank’n bloody Admiral has to do this! After all the bloody work!” he stopped. “I should bloody be dead!” his face was growing red with anger. “That bloody witch!” he thrust a fist toward the councilor, and then a finger. “Tis that bloody witch!”
“Haemis?” she spoke softly and calmly.
“Nay! Nay!” he turned away from her his body was beginning to shake, she wasn’t sure if it was rage or fear or his emotions starting to overwhelm him. But it was clear something was happening.
“Haemis, you need to calm down!” she said softly.
Haemis slowly slumped to his knees, then into a heap on the floor. “They canna take it away from me!” he muttered and heaved a sob. “Tis me life!” he sobbed heavily again. “Tis all I am!”
She moved over to where he was sitting, moving around in from of him. The man was in tears, his head in his hand. “Haemis, it’s not your life. I promise you no one is taking anything away from you. We are going to work on this together.” She slowly sat down on the floor in front of him. “This is a big step towards getting things right.” She said dropping a hand onto his knee. She was trying to keep her distance just in case this went bad.
Haemis slowly lowered himself to the floor curling up into a ball, he sobbed several times. He was covering himself up, this wasn’t him either. In his mind he kept replaying the events of that night over, and over again in his head. It wouldn’t stop!
“Haemis, what’s wrong? What’s going on?” she asked a bit of concern filtering into her voice.
He began to shake like a leaf, his eyes were closed tight and his fists were balled up.
She stood up very sharply and moved to a cabinet, pulling out a medical kit she moved back over to him setting it down on the ground next to him. Producing a medical tricorder she began running the medical scanner over the man’s head and chest. “Oh hell!” she muttered noting that his heart rate was extremely elevated, and his ANS readings were all over the place and his Serotonin levels were bottoming out. Pulling open the Medical kit she produces a Hypospray and loads it with a tranquilizer and very quickly administers the drug.
“No!” he mutters as she injects him.
“It’s going to be ok Haemis!” she loads another vial, and injects him with a Serotonin booster, and an Anti-Depressant. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you!”
He slowly began to relax, and began to drift off to sleep, his body going limp on the floor after a few more brief moments.
Sitting there staring at the man laying on the floor in her office she glances at her desk and the comm. Badge sitting there contemplating calling for a medical team. “No!” she muttered, grabbing for the blanket on the back of her couch she slowly draped it over him. Grabbing a pillow from the couch she slowly elevated his head and settled it down onto it. “Madalyn, you better know what your doing!” she said to herself as she collected his things and began putting them into his Gym bag. She grabbed a couple of Padd’s off her desk and settles down on the floor next to the sleeping man.
Somewhere deep in Haemis's mind.... Haemis blinked and looked around the room, was it a room? He blinked again, it was dark all around him. The floor was white, he’d never been here before this was different. Turning around he found a bed sitting there the sheets turned down. “Now isn’t this peculiar.” He said, his voice seemed to echo which caused him to look around the area. “Maybe a bit o’ sleep could dome some good!” he moved over to the bed, it was awfully hard but it was warm. Pulling the covers over him all the way to his head, all he could see now were stars. They were so inviting.
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Post by Haemis McTavish on Mar 17, 2014 0:42:31 GMT -5
Haemis felt somewhat odd, his back was cold and his chest was hot it was as if he had slept on the deck, it was a feeling he was somewhat familiar. His eyes slowly came open. Yup, he was on the floor. But where the hell was he. God he was stiff. He felt something warm on his shoulder, slowly craning his head he found a hand, a female hand draped across his shoulder. It dawned on him where he might be now. Slowly, very slowly he began to roll and stopped as the councilors face came into view. She was propped up against the back of the couch a blanket over her, her hand was still on his shoulder despite the angle change. She had Padds on both sides of her as well as a med kit which was clearly used.
He slowly rolled onto his back using his other hand to gently settle her arm across her lap before sitting up. He could feel his knee and hip start to throb already. What had happened last night, why was he on the floor.
“Bloody ell!” he muttered. A smile graces his lips despite the pain he was feeling when she let out what to most might have been a very embarrassing snorting like snore.
As he began to stand up it clearly got her attention as her eyes fluttered open. “You’re awake!” she said stirring and still only half awake. “You feeling ok?”
Slowly he got to his feet, stretching his back. His eyes happened upon the chronometer on the wall, still early. Too early but for once he felt rested.
She yawned and looked up at him through tired eyes. “Haemis are you alright?” she muttered again.
He nodded quietly before reaching down and gathering her up in his arms. "Aye!” he said simply. “Rested.”
Her eyes opened with surprise. “What are you…” she glances around as he stood up with her in his arms. He began moving around the couch.
“What happened?” he asked.
He gently settled her down onto the couch allowing her head to gently fall onto the other pillow at the end of the couch, and in her present state of fatigue she didn’t so much mind now that she realized what he was doing. “What do you mean?”
“I was asleep on your floor?”
She gave the man a quizzical look. “You don’t remember?”
“I remember the shower, and coming here.” He helped situate the blanket over her, and carefully removed her shoes which were still on.
“Honestly I’m not sure what happened. You seemed to be having a pretty bad panic attack. You started talking about...” She yawned. “What had happened to you on the station.”
He shifted a bit uneasy at the thought. “What did I say?” he asked an eyebrow rising.
“You don’t remember?” she snuggled up into the blanket, getting comfortable.
“No!” he said somberly.
She shifted, her eyes closing. “Lets talk about it later.” She said softly.
He nodded, standing there for a long moment. The woman began to snore softly as she very quickly drifted back off to sleep. It was very clear to him that she had watched over him since he fell asleep himself, what he wasn’t sure of is why he was here and not at the medical ward.
Moving around behind the couch he began to put the medical kit back together, putting the Medical Tricorder, Hypospray and medical vials back into there respective spots. Closing it and securing it he began to stack the padds on top of it. Moving back around from behind the desk he settles the kit and padds back on the desk.
He pauses for a long moment glancing out beyond the desk and into the starbase. The last time he had a view like this it was a different situation. Taking a deep breath he turns and starts for the door but stops glancing down at the sleeping woman on the couch. He nods and smiles and whispers. “Thank you!” before starting for the door.
Stepping out into the corridor he turns and heads for the turbolift, it was quiet much like it was on certain areas of the station like this in the early morning hours. He actually enjoyed times like this. It gave him time to think. Stepping into the turbolift he leaned against the back of the lift. “Deck forty six!”
The doors snapped shut and left him to his thoughts.
“Damn it! I forgot my bag!” ran through his head suddenly causing him to shake his head at the silent thought.
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Sgt. Major Patton S. Grant
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"Nobody ever won a war dying for his country, you make the other poor dumb bastard die for his..!"
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Post by Sgt. Major Patton S. Grant on Mar 19, 2014 19:29:13 GMT -5
Location: USS Sotrila; Weapons Range
Sgt. Major Grant found that he had wandered the halls and he ended up in the weapons range, bypassing a couple exiting ship Security Officers; he didn’t notice them much. He walked over and checked into one of the training holodecks to take out some of that built up aggression he had, and simply burn some energy. Slinging his weapons, save his polearm, on a hook next to the entrance, he activated a close range combat drill that he and his men practiced a lot with, and ratcheted the difficulty up high.
For the next hour, with minimal difficulty, Patton dispatched waves of Jem’hadar, Cardassians, Klingons, and even a Species 8472. The simulation ended when he struck out for one of the assailants and his polearm struck the physical wall, damaging and shorting out the holodeck. He collected all his gear and departed, notifying the armorer of the issue.
His muscles ached from the exercise, but in a good way. He continued his stroll, and ended up in the mess hall, where he ordered a light meal and whiskey. He took his tin and went and found a place to sit in the back of the room, still entirely lost in his thoughts.
He was aware of his duties aboard the Sotrila, his detachment of Storm Troopers were beyond the best of the best, and they were assigned those missions that had minimal chance of success, high lethality rates, but were of the utmost critical. His unit’s assignment to the Sotrilla told him that the ship was being tasked with some ugly duties, and he was ready for them. His blood was still up, even after seven (7) months, and he simply needed an objective to focus his energy on. His Troopers couldn’t be tested and drilled any more than they were, and they all knew it, but they kept up with it and never complained.
He also took solace in the fact that unlike his Father and the Security personnel, there were no ‘laws’ or restrictions for his tasks; they were all very straight forward. The combat simplicity was a welcome plus, as he didn’t have to worry about the repercussions as much.
Like his father, though, he often found himself carrying a PADD whenever he wasn’t on a mission, as he was constantly reading and reviewing paperwork, AAR’s, etc. He was doing this again now as he said and ate his meal, and drank his drink.
Location; Mess Hall
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Post by F.E.L. Administrator on Mar 20, 2014 21:52:36 GMT -5
SimMaster
USS Sotrila NCC-10244 C | USS Vengeance I-981 F A series of surveillance footage from the entire Starbase 234 was recovered and has been mauled over by Starfleet Intelligence. The decision of a discreet session with the highest ranks of Starfleet has deemed this as an ‘accident’ and further investigation of this matter is to be closed. The CRV Starbase 234 was never destroyed; its location was moved and the factual accident was a failed experiment of the USS Cold Harbor in space dock. Director General Robert Macharius and Admiral Joshua Samuel Grant were on board. They have had managed to get the old Excelsior Class out of the Starbase before it had gone warp core breach and all hands were lost. All personnel that witness the ‘accident’ were promptly and discreetly gone through rehab. Most of which undergone extensive physiological treatment as well as physical therapy. Many of which are on Earth recovering and has been ‘helped’ to understand what had transpired. The Crew of the USS Sotrila is being ordered to go meet up with the USS Vengeance where the said location of the CRV Starbase 234 is located. The Sotrila and the Thunder are the last of four starships to need to under go ‘upgrades’ and crews can be properly treated for the trauma of the event. The USS Sotrila is currently dock at the SOL Starbase orbiting Earth. They have been directed by Starfleet to exchange new personnel from Earth to the CRV Headquarters on Starbase 234. Captain Stanton Briggs and Admiral Grabfoot of two Dawns has recently received priority one orders to proceed there. They will be escorted by the USS Harbinger B, an Odyssey Class starship; she's also a tactical variant vessel and is aided by an Aquarius class Destroyer. Tag(s) – Sortila’s crew, Grabfoot, and Haemis
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Post by Haemis McTavish on Mar 20, 2014 23:16:26 GMT -5
Location: Starbase 001, Earth Orbit Eventually the USS Sotrila.
“The time is Oh’ eight hundred hours!”
Haemis let out a very loud and long drawn out snore as the computer caught his attention. “The time is Oh’ eight hundred hours and one minute!” came the computers voice again.
“Ach!” Haemis spat as his eyes fluttered open.
“The time is Oh’ eight hundred hours and two minutes.” The computers voice called again.
This time Haemis heaved a baseball from its spot on his night stand across the room which casually thumped to the ground. “Off ye bloody contraption!” he pounded a fist into his pellow "I’m up ye foul beasty!” he hollered as he buried his face into the pillow.
“Good Morning Lieutenant Commander,” the computer’s voice called. “You have four new transmissions waiting.”
Rolling to a sitting position in bed he heaved a great sigh. He had only been back in bed for a few hours after having left the councilors office and his rested but painful night of sleeping on the floor. “Aye, bloody go!” he called.
The Screen across the room came alive with the familiar face of the personnel department manager appeared. “Lieutenant Commander McTavish, we got favorable reviews from your doctors at Starfleet Medical whom have given you their blessing to return to duty, however we still have not received anything from your assigned councilor. The deadline is tomorrow, I certainly hope we have favorable results. I would hate to see you left behind because of this Haemis.” The screen across the room went dark.
Once again the screen came alive with the face of the same personnel department manager, “Haemis, good news your all clear came in from the Councilor, your clear for active duty but with some provisions. Those details will be included in your orders packet which is attached to this message. Good luck Lieutenant Commander.” The screen once again went dark again.
An odd splash advertisement for a gentlemen’s club appeared on the screen as Haemis slowly rose, letting the blankets fall away from his naked body. “Oie! Skip message, delete!” he called his face wrinkling up. An advertisement for a local night club was to follow, which he just let play as he walked into his bathroom. Settling in at the john for a moment’s peace a thought ran through his head. “She passed me!” he muttered.
He frowned to himself and finished his business.
“Why would she pass me,” he muttered as he pulled open the chamber for the sonic shower, stepping in he turned on the device and allowed its rhythm to run its course while he stood lost in thought.
After about fifteen minutes in the sonic shower his knee and hip felt like he could get along with his day, his muscles seemed to ache far less which was good. It did not take him long to pack his things as he really had not gained anything since the destruction of the Starbase. Or supposed destruction of the Starbase! Haemis couldn’t wrap his head around what he was told or had heard, that it was all a ruse. It didn’t make sense, then why did he have scare tissue, a replacement knee and hip. Why was he in pain, and why for the life of him this hurt his brain so badly to even think about it. It had to be a line of crap being spewed by the Federation propaganda spewing scab, the Federation News Network or maybe even Starfleet itself. Haemis knew the truth even if no one would admit it.
It was only a matter of about an hour before he found himself staring at the gangway leading aboard his new home, the USS Sotrila. He could see through the windowed doors of the gangway the ship at the end of the tunnel. This was the first time in a long time that he hesitated, wasn’t happy about moving on. This was an alien feeling, and as far back as Haemis could remember he had not even had this same feeling reporting aboard his first Starship out of the Academy.
“It’s not going to bite!” a familiar voice came from behind him.
“Aye, not so much.” He muttered as he slowly performed a half turn in place to see the councilor standing behind him. She too was holding luggage. “Where are ye go’n?” he asked politely.
She gave the gangway a nod. “The Sotrila,” she offered a smile. “Someone’s got to keep an eye on the ship’s Chief Engineer as he adjusts to shipboard life again.”
He cantered his head to one side slightly studying the woman trying to see if she was serious, and it appeared that she was both serious and not by the look of her body language. “Aye.” He said simply. “May I?” he asked holding a hand out toward her bag in hand.
“How gentlemanly of you!” she said, clearly ribbing him and handing over the bag at the same time. “I won’t say no to that, I hate moving!”
He nodded, and took the bag in hand. “Shall we get along with this adventure then?” he asked as he turned back toward the doors to the gangway.
They began to walk forward through the doors and across the gangway; the massive ship could be seen stretching out all around them and into the distance. It was a massive ship indeed. “A right beauty if ye ask me!” he said glancing all about through the many windows.
“It will make for a wonderful home, at least for a time.” She said.
“Your not in uniform.” He said as he still looked about.
She let out a chuckle. “Never said I was Starfleet Mac!”
He stopped a moment and looked at the woman who continued across the gangway. “Your not?”
She laughed lightly, “Not everyone is Mac, and yes I work with Starfleet on a lot of cases. Mostly special cases, but a lot of them.” She continued on toward the doors and the security detail awaiting there.
He nodded his head in a silent thought and continued forward as well. She had already passed through the checkpoint and was waiting for him on the other side. “Lieutenant Commander McTavish, Chief Engineering Officer reporting!” he said setting down the bags in hand and pulling a padd from his pocket and offering it to the deck officer.
“Your clear, thank you sir!” the man said handing back the padd and waving him through the checkpoint.
“Aye, thank ye.” He proceeded past them men and into the ships corridor.
“Tight security!” she said as he came up beside her, “Makes me feel all the better I suppose.”
“Aye,” he said his mind a bit preoccupied suddenly.
They walked for a few moments more and stepped onto a turbolift. “Deck 2!” she said as they stepped into the lift.
He gave the woman a quizzical look as he set the bags down for the ride in the lift. “Sleep’n at the officer’s level eh?”
“Something like that!” she chuckled, “You didn’t read your orders did you?”
He started to look away from the woman but her comment got an eyebrow to rise rapidly and pulled his gaze back. “What do ye mean?”
“That’s a no!” she couldn’t help hold back the grin, and a sputtering of a laugh. “Come on!” she said as the lift doors shot open. She lead the way down the hall, he quickly was on her toes with the bags. “If you had read your orders,” she stopped at a door. “You would have known before this that we are in adjoining rooms.” She pointed to the door which had his name on it
“Ach!” he made his usual noise of disdain or discus. “What do ye mean!”
“We have split quarters with an adjoining bathroom!” she shook her head, and punched in a code on his door which prompted the doors to open and the lights inside to come online. She strolled in like it was home, unlike most joined quarters these were still pretty large and spacious. “Your room good sir!” she gestured theatrically.
He watched as he followed her into the room, “Aye!” he dropped his bag’s and awaited her slow walk and arm gesture as she glided around the room a moment and stopped at the door. “The Loo, and on the other side is my place!”
He slowly walked over to the bathroom and through the room and into hers which was much the same as his own and set her bag down on her bed. He chuckled as he passed the mound of luggage sitting in the middle of the room that had been beamed in or delivered by gravity sled. “Why?” he asked in a somewhat flat tone.
“Because you need it!” she said as she set her bag down. “I think we both know you need more than just whatever that was the other night, not to sound cliché.” She frowned a moment hoping that she had not made a terrible mistake in that moment. “I suggested a bit more of a radical approach because I feel that while your physically capable of returning to work and yes mentally you seem fit, but something clearly is going on behind the curtains of your psyche and I want to make sure you have someone you can talk to. And not one of those two bit councilors that Starfleet usually uses. I was hoping you might trust me on this and know that I’m right here if you need me outside of just the scheduled counseling sessions.” She made her next statement a bit more forceful. “I will follow you at work and do them if we have too, but we will be seeing each other and working on this! Do not make me regret putting you on active duty! I am putting my neck out a bit for you on this so please do me the courtesy of at least trusting me on this”
Part of Haemis felt relieved, while the other half of him wanted to throttle the pretty woman in front of him, but she was right and he knew it. But that didn’t mean he had to admit defeat on that. Besides what fun would that be! “Aye.” Is all he afforded her before turning and walking back through the bathroom into his room. He let out a sigh of relief as the door shut behind him. “Ach!”
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Post by Captain Stanton Briggs on Mar 23, 2014 9:04:56 GMT -5
A series of surveillance footage from the entire Starbase 234 was recovered and has been mauled over by Starfleet Intelligence. The decision of a discreet session with the highest ranks of Starfleet has deemed this as an ‘accident’ and further investigation of this matter is to be closed. The CRV Starbase 234 was never destroyed; its location was moved and the factual accident was a failed experiment of the USS Cold Harbor in space dock. Director General Robert Macharius and Admiral Joshua Samuel Grant were on board. They have had managed to get the old Excelsior Class out of the Starbase before it had gone warp core breach and all hands were lost.
All personnel that witness the ‘accident’ were promptly and discreetly gone through rehab. Most of which undergone extensive physiological treatment as well as physical therapy. Many of which are on Earth recovering and has been ‘helped’ to understand what had transpired. The Crew of the USS Sotrila is being ordered to go meet up with the USS Vengeance where the said location of the CRV Starbase 234 is located. The Sotrila and the Thunder are the last of four starships to need to under go ‘upgrades’ and crews can be properly treated for the trauma of the event. The USS Sotrila is currently dock at the SOL Starbase orbiting Earth. They have been directed by Starfleet to exchange new personnel from Earth to the CRV Headquarters on Starbase 234. Captain Stanton Briggs and Admiral Grabfoot of two Dawns has recently received priority one orders to proceed there. They will be escorted by the USS Harbinger B, an Odyssey Class starship; she's also a tactical variant vessel and is aided by an Aquarius class Destroyer.
Stanton stood at a stiff attention. The San Francisco air was crisp. He had his hand gripped tight on his ceremonial sword as a light wind swirled. The field had a view of the bay. That meant and icy chill with each wind gust He was waiting for his turn to speak. The order of the speakers was haphazard at best. It was a military ceremony with not a lot of military in it. It seemed that the Director General had a lot of friends and contacts in his time in star fleet. There were civilian speaker who'd known him in the academy, simple ensigns whom he'd given words encouragement to Admirals who had known him in various stages of their own careers. He had certainly made his mark. He looked around at his officers. The memorial was also for Admiral Grant. Both Grant and Macharius were the guiding forces behind the CRV. It began with Grant in an Excelsior class starship that was supposed to be dry-docked to expand to what is was today. Now, with the both of the dead, how much power did the CRV have? He had received transfer orders for a Sargent Major Grant. He later found it was in fact his father who had died. He would have had him visit a grief counselor, but there was no time. He would have to speak with the younger Grant about a few things. Kate was dressed smartly, her eyes staring at the podium as each officer came to talk. When it was her turn she spoke as she had done everything, perfectly. Her scarlet hair was in a ponytail, with a few unkempt strands flittering in the wind. He hadn't known her for long, but from what he saw she seemed unflappable. The way she concisely directed the survivors, and announced the Admiral's death to the crew over ship wide. He saw his entire crew there. Most were engaged in the parade of officers; others in counting speeches. He understood it was a long undertaking. Tedium, was expected and at times amusing.
Stanton remembered his first duty in star fleet. He had the honor of returning star fleet officers to their homes after they died in the field. Somewhere full bodies while others could be the contents of a container. As a young Ensign he managed to make enough people above him angry, and they felt this would 'build character'. He spent a year doing it. He spent a year going to homes both on earth and in space. He learned more about people, and what it meant to be a star fleet officer in that one year than in all his others in star fleet. He learned what it meant to grieve, and he felt that duty is what most prepared him for command. He remembered the Vulcan family that simply accepted, the Andorian father that punched him and blamed star fleet. He remembered them and more, and in remember them they all still live on. He would remember Robert Macharius the same way. It also taught him the lesson that officers are here to serve, and sometimes part of that service is their life. He spoke his brief words, watched as the proceeding had finally ended.
Stanton had several days to think about what happened at that station, and a shitload of questions asked by star fleet. He had very little clue as to what went on or why Admiral Macharius had to die. He and star fleet were both sure of one thing: The attack on the star base was a cover up plain and simple, or so he thought. Stanton had read that 'farce' of a report that Starfleet had published and he blood was still boiling. Stanton didn't know what his next move was. He did know one thing: He was tired. He was tired of being the only person in the room who didn't know what was going on. He sat through days of hearings with star fleet grilling his crew as to what they knew and what they saw to what end? The last time he'd seen a 'screw job' like this was a Risan brothel. The hearings were done, and orders given, fine. This little memorial was his last 'official' duty before departing on the mission. He was almost ready to go, but not quite. He had his mystery, he had his orders, and he had his quest. He was about to take on the most difficult mission he had ever undertaken. Let's face it, this was the 2nd mission he'd undertaken and he was already 0-1. His fists clenched in frustration. He walked over to Kate. As she was leaving the Memorial. Kate, I read your report on the engineer. Get him released to Sortila, I've already filed the proper forms. I've also had him released medically to us on the grounds of an experimental healing process so tell the doctor he better come up with one. Recall all members on leave, and put the word out...we are having a staff meeting. Also Call Admiral Grabfoot of two Dawns, and request he meet me on board Sortila. We need to talk." The Sortila commander looked around the grounds. He walked through a tidal wave of meandering officers getting back to their prospective posts/duties. He finally found the object of his search. Lieutenant Commander Rai was moving through the group while talking to one of the admirals. She had that unique ability to be at ease with anyone regardless of rank or station. Stanton gave her a look that immediately let her know he needed her present. She glanced it, and casually excused herself. To the layperson, she would have simply been done with the conversation or more it had been the Admiral's idea to end it. She caught up with him, and as he continued to walk matched his pace. "I’ve got some plans to make that involve some broad strokes" He said without turning his head. "My office in 10." He said then picked up his pace as he slid through the crowd. She looked up and he was gone. Whatever was happening, Rai thought. It was happening quickly.
Tag: Photan,Rai and all
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Post by k8te on Mar 25, 2014 0:11:28 GMT -5
Today was a beautiful day on earth regardless which reality she sat in. It was a wee breezy but still sunny morning but utterly wasted on a memorial service. Kate was sat in her seat giving a blank stare in to the people that knew the two men. She only knew the Director General in a business end and ‘other’ favors. As for the other fellow Admiral Grant she might have had tried killing him once on the USS Terrasect nearly 40 or more so years ago. Thus she wasn’t sadden by any of their passing but she kept the 'look' as if she had. She grew tired of the crowd and it was time to get back on the Sotrila. Kate might have looked like of them but inside she was something else. As she turns around Kate nearly ran in to the Captain, “Kate, I read your report on the engineer. Get him released to Sortila, I've already filed the proper forms. I've also had him released medically to us on the grounds of an experimental healing process so tell the doctor he better come up with one. Recall all members on leave, and put the word out...we are having a staff meeting. Also Call Admiral Grabfoot of two Dawns, and request he meet me on board Sortila. We need to talk.” as Stanton said.
“Yes sir.” Kate had made arrangements for the crew to be recalled back to the USS Sotrila. She did a few discreet hacks in the Starfleet surveillance to not make the recall so obvious. She smirked on the fact that the captain had no experimental treatment. Then she caught the last part of talking to Grabfoot. Before she could ask the captain of maybe it would be better for someone else to do it per say her bastard child Jessica. Stanton had already walked away, “Shite!” she said under her breath.
Kate walked off to look for Admiral Grabfoot of Two Dawns. Clearly he wouldn’t be on earth for the memorial service, as she knew that he hated both men. The next thing would be his ship on the USS Thunder; this was one awkward encounter she wanted to avoid. But it wasn’t in Kate’s character to run away from anything or anyone. She wasted no time a headed for Grabfoot; she knew that that furry would have no crew and it would purely be just him controlling the starship on his own.
As soon as she was off planet side she boarded the SOL Starbase were the Thunder was docked. She what seems to be a maintenance locker and ‘activated’ her Bio-armor. Kate immediately engaged her stealth mode; nothing in Starfleet can detect her once she's in this form. A detail that she didn’t share with anyone and if she had ‘he’s’ dead now. Kate slipped on board Grabfoot’s ship and located him with the DNA she had on file of him. As the great furry cat was located in the lounge; she manage her way invisibly and ‘scent free’ above he’s location. Literally, she was crawling on the ceiling over him. Kate could easily kill him right there but that wasn’t the goal. She pulled back the Bio-armor out of her face and said, “How’s are daughter?” She sarcastically asked but wanted no answer to. “Wait, yep I already met her. She has your fur……” She again uttered in a sarcastic manner, “But seriously I’m not here to catch up. My captain wants to meet with you in 10mins, be there on the Sotrila. I’m not even allowed to talk to you. Starfleet is watching us and to answer your question as to why I came like this.” Kate spoke to him not expecting to have a conversation and she left him as discreetly as she came.
TAGS Grabfoot Location: USS Thunder
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Post by Haemis McTavish on Mar 25, 2014 20:56:18 GMT -5
Location: Starbase 001, Earth, USS Sotrila, Deck 2, Lt. Cmdr McTavish Quarters.
Haemis had taken a short time to get his things in order, he didn’t have much but that which was in his two carry on items. It saddened him to have lost his belongings aboard that doomed Starbase, but new beginnings were always nice. It was a fresh start! He now found himself standing at his closet staring at the various uniforms of his trade, considering changing into his typical work attire, but considering this was to be essentially his first meeting with his new boss, he thought better of it keeping his work uniform on.
“Sharp lad!” he said to himself as he turned and briefly stopped at a mirror on the wall to take measure of himself. The dark rings around his eyes were a tell tale of his sleeping habits of late but today he felt better despite those rings. But the day was long ahead of him.
Moving toward the door he snagged a PADD before stepping beyond his room turning with enough time to hit the lock before moving down the corridor toward the turbolift The ship had wide hall’s, wider than he was used too. Then again this was a very large vessel by most standards. “They keep building these beasties any bigger and they might as well be classified as mobile space stations!” he thought to himself.
Stepping into the turbolift a few moments later he found himself in the empty car, alone. He leaned as he always did against the side of the turbolift, “Deck 10, Main Engineering!” he called.
The computer sent him off straight away down into the bowels of the great vessel. Though a good distance from deck 2 where he started the trip was short. Stepping out of the lift and joining into the foot traffic down the corridor he past through the large doors that would enter him into the massive engine room, and the heart of the vessel. Or at least was his opinion.
He pushed past a group of engineer’s whom were hard at work on a project together, they were chanting out numbers as another engineer entered data into the console they were sitting at, he couldn't help but smile at the cooperation. It was something he valued highly in his teams. He found himself standing at the large opening and staring at the ships massive drive system, watching it pulse with energy. It was like watching a high powered sports shuttle sitting at an idle, ready to whisk off at a moments notice. He couldn’t help but bask in this marvel of technology.
An incessant beeping caught his attention; he glanced around a moment before he realized it was coming from his hand, and the PADD still in it. He shook his head at his distracted mind, and punched in his security code.
A message began scrolling across his screen as part of the internal ships communications system. “Staff meeting in twenty minutes! All senior officers are to be in attendance.” The text scrolled by in angry red letters.
“Don’a skip a beat do they!” he said quietly to himself before turning to come face to face with his friend the councilor. “Ach!” he scoffed and sighed pushing past her. “Are ye gonna follow me into the lou as well?”
“If I have too!” she said following quickly on his heels. “It’s part of the job you know!” she said coming up beside him and offering a small metal disk. “I’ll leave you be if you put this on!”
He took the device as they stepped out of engineering and back into the corridor. “Aye!” he pressed the medical scanning and transmitting device into the spot behind his right ear. “If’n ya don’a mind I’m on me way to a breif’n!” he said as they stopped at the turbolift doors which flashed open ready, the lift was somewhat full already.
She frowned at him and his irritated manners. “That will do Lieutenant Commander, thank you!” she said a bit more harshly than she probably meant.
He offered the woman a half bow as he moved back into the lift, “Deck 2, Briefing Room!” he said as he pushed his way to the wall and put his shoulder into it. It itched already, not that he had much choice in the matter really it was probably this or back to extremely light to no duty. His cheeks reddened a little at the thought of having someone with this much control over his future.
The lift stopped and a majority of those on the lift got off leaving just a few remaining people on the lift for the trip up to Deck 2. He straightened up as the lift began to slow, and pulled the patented Picard Maneuver while the rest of those in the lift departed. He stepped out of the lift and made his way toward the Briefing room, and found himself a place to sit and waited for what was to come, part of him was extremely grateful that his councilor was not from Starfleet, it afforded him a few sanctuaries. He could only hope that they held out.
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k8te
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USS Sotrila
I'm a very friendly girl. I could just eat you all.
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Post by k8te on Mar 25, 2014 23:12:01 GMT -5
Kate came out of the maintenance locker in her normal form. She made her way to the USS Sotrila towards this mandatory meeting that ‘old papi’, Captain Briggs. It was nice to just be a nobody and just follow orders, responsibility here is easy, and she doesn’t have to make decisions that would involved loads of innocent people to die. It was up to another fella and as long it wasn’t fucking herself was fine by in. She got to the Command Deck to the Sotrila’s observation lounge. Kate glanced at a face she only seen before in Starfleet records, when she was looking for a Chief for 'old papi'. Found that this bloke would be in good use since he briefly served on the Legacy.
Kate herself had red hair and spoke in a similar accent as Haemis but she still opened the line with, “What’s up ‘Ginger’ love?” Followed by a wink and she sat in her seat next to the captain’s seat. Kate stared at the new Chief Engineer not expecting to start a conversation just to ‘stare’ at the man. No reason really just because she could. Her thoughts were filled to change her hair color as there was another ‘ginger’ on board. Kate placed her hands on her face and began to speak in a language unclear. It sounded like a mumble but it was distinct and it was also repetitive. More like a chant of sorts; as she knew it was only ‘red’ and herself in the room. She felt it was okay to pull this stunt, since the fella just got out of the ‘hospital’. Quickly Kate moved her hands up and over her head, moving her hands over her red hair, and now suddenly its blonde. She winked at the chap and smirked to herself.
TAGS: Anybody out there Location: USS Sotrila, Command Deck, Observation lounge
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Post by Grab Foot Of~Two Dawns on Mar 26, 2014 7:09:24 GMT -5
Location: USS Thunder, Lounge
In Thunder's lounge, He had a small banquet lined up on a table in front of him. For the First time since the destruction of the star base, his appetite had returned. He was sure the blame would be put on him as he had been off the base when it exploded, Sure, he hated Rothchild and Grant, but he would never resort to killing him. Of course, he had a couple chances on the Terrasect and yes, he regretted not taking one then. Especially since now Grant now has an offspring and the mother being one woman he admired and cared for: Ann Knox. From his point of view, Grant had forced his way and pushed his rank and weight around to keep Him separated from Ann. It worked, then he went and developed feelings for the unlikeliest female in the universe: Kate Phontane and eventually had a child with her, with whom he is proud to be called her father. Now Kate..
Suddenly something didn't feel right and brought his thoughts back to the Present. Motion sensors detected movement, other then is own, on the ship but then internal or any other sensors didn't detect anything but then motion detectors picked up something.. or someone on the ship with him. Last time this happened.. "Mm, not her again. She's decided to visit.." He broke off and looked straight up as he heard a voice from above, a very familiar voice with a familiar face. The biological mother of his child. He just locked his eyes on her as she asked how there daughter is. He was sure she would know already, which she confirmed she knew in the next breath. He looked amused slightly when she commented that Jessica has his fur then went on to say that her captain wanted to see him on the Sotrila in 10 minutes. He merely grunted at that thinking he wasn't some low grade officer and had to jump when a captain said to. He started to rise, as she commented that she wasn't even supposed to talk to him because of some silly star fleet order. Since when did any kind of order stop her. He noticed that she left as quick as she came. Well, good riddance, he didn't want her on his ship anyways, but he was gonna have to go to her ship, cause of her captain. Since when did she has a captain? He shook his head and grunted. Not really his business
With a thought, he used Thunder's transporter's to transport from the lounge to the Sotrila's Bridge, startling a couple officers "I am here on Captain Stanton's request since the captain wished to see me." He informed the current bridge crew. Grabfoot then turned toward the Captain's ready room, Kate only informing hm that the captain had wshed to see him, nothing mentioned about a meeting.
Tags: Anyone currently on Sotrila's bridge Location: Sotrila's Bridge, command circle
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Post by Captain Stanton Briggs on Mar 26, 2014 10:53:49 GMT -5
The commotion on the bridge was abrupt. It appears that Commander Photan had followed his orders to the letter. Stanton smiled as he looked up from his PADD. He was preparing for his staff meeting, and had expected to not see Admiral Grabfoot of two Dawns until later. His hand hovered over the reply button of his comm station. As predicted there was a quick beep. He answered quickly. The person on the other end was Darla Sanchez. She was a young officer on the bridge at operations. She was part of the 'skeleton crew' That was aboard to maintain systems while the others were on leave. "Captain," She said in an excited voice. "Admiral two Dawns.."
Stanton winced when she didn't use his full name. He knew enough Sivoaoans that he knew this would be a problem. "I know ensign." He cut her off. "I'm on my way." Normally Stanton would just send the Admiral to his office, but knowing the pride of his race, he'd already suffered the indignity of responding to the 'summons' of a lower ranking officer. So, with a heavy sigh, the Sortila commander stood up and walked to the bridge. It wasn't protocol, but it was a political move. He wanted to approach the Admiral with respect, but he wanted to make sure the Admiral respected him too. Stanton was still in dress uniform when he entered the bridge. After the work he had to do, there was no time for changing yet. He stood in front of the Admiral, who was taller then he. It was a feeling he seldom felt. He gave a crisp salute . "Admiral, thank you for honoring my request. Request that we speak in private." He finished holding his salute for a response.
Tag Grabfoot of two Dawns
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Post by Grab Foot Of~Two Dawns on Mar 26, 2014 12:26:46 GMT -5
Location: Sotrila's Bridge
As he turned to the Captain's ready room, a female's excited voice reached his ears. He tilted an ear and a glance toward the direction of the voice to see a young ensign reporting to her captain that he had arrived. As he met the young woman's eyes, he gave her a slight nod as the captain responded.
Grab foot reached the door of the Captain's ready room and reached for the chime just as the doors opened to spit out the reason for His visit, the summons from the Captain himself. GF had to step back before the Captain collided with him. Grab foot blinked at the dress uniform the Captain was wearing and He hoped that the captain didn't wear his special clothing just for him. He liked to think of himself as humble and didn't expect people to go out of their way, just for Him, even though he is an Admiral. Also, he didn't think he was like the average Sivaoan, as he heard the young ensign not use his full name, which he's gotten used to that over the last couple millennia, just like he had gotten used to people referring him as a Sivaoan, which he is not, he is Eeiauoan. Similar in race and appearance, much like the Romulan's and Vulcans or the Humans and Betazoids, but there are differences.
Grab foot had to blink again as the Captain gave him a salute. That he was still getting used to. He brought his hand up to return the Captain's salute and then heard his request that they speak privately and thanking Him for honoring his request for a meeting "Your pet, or should I say first officer, gave me little choice as she sounded like this meeting to be important in nature. Your ready room.." He paused slightly as He was about to suggest going to the observation lounge to speak privately but Grab foot felt trouble in that direction, if the fur on the back of his neck was any indication. He knew Kate was somewhere close, perhaps even in the Observation Lounge. He wanted to avoid her as much as possible, even with their history. He finished his comment by saying "..should suffice." Then waited for Stanton's response.
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Post by Captain Stanton Briggs on Mar 26, 2014 14:11:28 GMT -5
Stanton nearly ran into a 'fur wall' as the admiral stood at his full height in front of him. He agreed to talk in the ready room so Stanton made his way inside quickly Grabfoot of two Dawns followed. First of all, Stanton said. "I need to apologize for my ensign. She's green and wasnt' expecting to see an Admiral suddenly appaear on my bridge." Stanton did not sit at his desk. It would be his normal practice to do so, but understanding the Admiral's nature he would want to be on equal ground. "I also need to apologize if my Executive Office was abrupt with my invitation, but this was a request not a summons."
He finally picked up the PADD with starfleets findings in their investigation along with his orders. "Have you seen this?"
Tag: Grabfoot of two Dawns
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