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Post by Haemis McTavish on Mar 30, 2014 21:38:28 GMT -5
Location: Sol, Earth Orbit, Starbase 001, USS Sotrila, Deck 2, Observation Lounge.
Haemis’s attention was snapped back to his present when people began to very rapidly pile into the room, though he was surely elsewhere in his mind when he did acknowledge the man as he shook his hand and he said his name. Haemis sat in silence as the Captain went through a quick introduction and crew change, when he was introduced he simply just raised a hand and gave a quick and somewhat lazy salute to those present and continued to listen to the Captain. It was very short and to the point, Haemis was starting to think he was going to like this man.
He gave a curt nod when the Captain mentioned him going over his staff records and submitting any change requests; he had already had a brief chance to glance across the names of the senior engineering staff and was ready to dive in.
Haemis could feel his cheeks redden as the Captain began to discuss the destruction of the CRV Space Station despite the Captain’s clear attitude towards the event it still welled up emotions in him, he had to fight his need to let out some of his frustration verbally and with a few deep breaths he was able to.
The meeting concluded nearly as quickly as it began and as such the room emptied leaving him sitting there, he turned to face the large panel windows and gazed for a long moment beyond, something was still nagging and pulling at his memory but he could not place it.
He reached behind him standing now and moving closer to the windows, he could see the hull stretching out into the distance, small craft darting about inside the Starbase, other vessels docked at there moorings. He always liked views like this, busy.
“Now let’s see here, Lieutenant Antwan Lejune,” he thumbed his padd alive and a picture of the young man appeared who was to be his second in engineering. He had a very strong Academy record, and had shown a lot of promise in commanding others according to all the notes left in his record by his previous leaders. “You’ll do nicely lad!” he nodded, thumbing to the next file.
He began reading over whom was to be his Warp Theory department’s lead, a Vulcan by the name of Se’tek, Haemis blinked a few times noting how drab and clean the Vulcan’s record was but despite this the officer seemed to meet his expectations. While he began to read over another officer’s record he failed to hear the door’s part behind him, and someone enter the room. “Ensign Lightfoot, you’ve had a bit o’ trouble in yer past, haven’t ye!” he whispered to himself thinking out loud.
“Do you always talk to yourself or is this a recent thing?” a familiar voice asked from across the table, he knew exactly who it was as he could hear the soft trill of a medical Tricorder whirling behind him.
“Aye las, just confer’n with the all mighty!” he jested, staving off a slight tone of irritation and trying to turn what his first reaction ‘annoyance’ into a more positive one. “If’n ya plan on sneak’n up on me all the time, ye might wanna learn to dodge a bit!”
She actually smiled, “Are you threatening me mister?” she slowly closed the Tricorder replacing the scanner into its chamber at the top of the device. “That might no look too good in your record Mac!”
“I’m not so sure I like yer pet name!” he scoffed hearing her call him ‘Mac’ again.
She shrugged at him, “Not my problem!” she offered a warm smile. “So what was going on that caused a jump in your stats?” she asked.
“Are ye gonna ask me every time I go off the rails?” he asked flatly.
“Yes!” she said glancing up at him from a Padd in her hands. “Something triggered a pretty substantial emotional response, and I’d like to know what.” She shifted settling into a chair now at the table. He moved down the table and dropped into a chair next across from her.
“The Station!” he said leaning back into the chair.
“The station?” she asked an eyebrow rising. “What about it?”
He shifted uneasy, “The Captain brought it up!” he glanced back down at the Padd again, pulling up the next officer in the line as part of his command crew.
She changed seats taking the spot normally reserved for the Captain, “But you obviously contained yourself.”
“Aye!”
He felt her hand fall on his a moment, he didn’t pull away from it, but simply looked up at the woman. “Mac, I’m here to help. I want to help but I need you to see that and understand. You have gone back on the defensive every time we talk and you don’t have too.” She drew back now that she had his attention. “What do I have to do to prove that too you, I understand that you might feel like I’m invading your privacy with the room next door bit, but I would hope you can also see the reason behind it. I’m at your disposal, twenty six hours a day, if you need me I’m nearby, and when I see your having a spike like this, I need to be at hand when I can to make sure your handling it alright or step in to help as needed!”
He set the Padd down, and gave her his undivided attention now. “I’m sorry!” he let his gaze drift down to his hands then back up to her. “This is not any bit of an easy thing fer me,” he paused trying to weigh his next comment’s, his cheeks were red again, but this time it was more out of embarrassment. “Yer a fine right lass for help’n me! I’m most grateful, I know it may not seem like I’m grateful fer yer help but I am.” He paused again, trying to formulate what to say. “It’s hard for me to accept it, and I need time!” he said looking back up to meet her analytical eyes. “Time to find meself and adjust to what’s ahead of me.” He shifted uneasy, “I am grateful!”
She nodded, and stood. “Good,” she started for the door and stopped just short of the door. “Oh,” she turned to look back offering a mischievous smile. “Get used to the pet name!” and she was gone.
He felt the red in his cheeks dissipate after a few moments, he still was not sure what to think of this woman. “Ach!”
He shook his head, and continued reading the files on his new engineering crew. It took another hour before he went ahead and submitted a quick message over the ships internal communications system to the Captain that all was fine and well with the Engineering Team.
Standing up from the table, he begins making his way to engineering to start preparations to leave port.
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Post by Ensign Lindsey Davanoi on Mar 30, 2014 21:48:54 GMT -5
When she arrived at the Bridge Lounge with her wonderful Bajoran partner. They were met with a pleasant Scottish man and a not so friendly woman. Her feelings of the room went from excitement to awkward. She wanted to address the XO but she has left the room before she could confront her. “That was plainly rude! Deion? What do you think her problem is?” she said innocently. She was going to greet the other man but he quickly retreated inwardly. She knew she needed to make an appointment with this Haemis...she saw heavy burden in his mannerism. Meanwhile sitting next to Deion she moved her hand to hold his hand…waiting for this meeting to start. When it did everything that transpired was so fast and straight down to business. Sure the Captain welcomed the new members but quickly and sharply addressed the changes he wanted. This was clearly an insensitive way to go about it and she knew it wouldn’t go well. The point was made when the…now former XO stood up again and stormed out. - Counselor, USS Sotrila, Bridge Lounge. Tags, Wynn Deion, Haemis McTavish
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Post by k8te on Mar 31, 2014 1:17:07 GMT -5
Composure? Its nearly gone and difficult to regain; it has taken her so much energy to suppress but now has started to take over. The ‘Drak Cells’ that is genetically embedded through out her body is screaming. The reason that cause the up roar has long been forgotten; even before Stanton had explained the reasoning’. The trigger has been tripped and the course of the chain reaction only has to flow through. The ‘cells’ are on a state of ‘rage’ and bringing them back to normality takes meditation and one other activity.
“You may not want to bed me but I need this more then you do.” She grabbed the Captains tunic and she pulled him towards her. Kate kissed the Captain on the mouth with 'tongue' and passion. Her body started to cool and the cells within her body slowly regained control. She pulled away and tidied Stanton’s uniform; acting like what she had done was normal. “I don’t know how you Starfleet do with out sex slaves that's beyond me.” She sat back on to the chair in front of Stanton’s desk. “You want the pup, Patton Grant for the crew to respect? Good luck with that, at best you’d have half of the crew’s respect and the other with the opposite reaction.” Kate's eyes revert back to the hue of greenish blue.
Kate looked up at the captain, “There is no good to come from this; if he is a loose cannon like he's father. You are only asking for problems…..” From her short encounter with Patton, she gathered that he was more of a warrior then a leader. "Not the kind of individual you place on the command deck of a starship. They are meant to complete a task and that is to send him alone to execute Rothschild". Among her kind there is a simple caste system; Grant simply shouldn't be mixed with those of whom decide on people's lives. He doesn't ask them for tea but he takes their lives, as she sees herself in him.
TAGS Stanton Briggs Location: USS Sotrila – Captain’s Ready Room
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Post by Captain Stanton Briggs on Mar 31, 2014 17:03:08 GMT -5
“You may not want to bed me but I need this more than you do.” was all Kate replied, then she pulled Stanton toward her by his tunic and kissed him hard and passionately on the lips. Stanton had the obvious reaction at first, the touch of her lips was both soft and demanding all at the same time. He kissed her back before he could think to react differently, and that is when his thoughts changed. Yes, she gave off a sickly sweet smell that felt like pheromones. Her body emanated a heat, and her body showed practiced movements honed over a lifetime. However that was not what gave him pause. In that brief moment she was not just offering her body, but she offered a little of herself. In that moment, Stanton could feel what was behind that passion. He could feel pain and a secret hatred too blinding for words. A hatred that had been forced down not by her, but by force. In that moment he knew more of why she was in his office than she could ever put into words. It was his first glimpse into the woman, and her burden. She politely straightened his tunic and sat down. Stanton could have easily let her know that he understood. However he had learned something else from her: she would take pity from no one. Instead of looking on her in pity Stanton looked on her with respect and pride. He also wondered one thing: what man would deem himself worthy or be strong enough to win this prize.
She sat down with the prim and proper stance with her knees in and her hands in front. It was almost as if to mock the ideal 'human' woman. “I don’t know how you Starfleet do without sex slaves that's beyond me.” She finally spoke after taking a deep breath. “You want the pup, Patton Grant for the crew to respect? Good luck with that, at best you’d have half of the crew’s respect and the other with the opposite reaction.” As she spoke her eyes were already changing back. This transformation would have terrified most men, but Stanton found it fascinating. “There is no good to come from this; if he is a loose cannon like he's father. You are only asking for problems…..” She was looking at Stanton with honest concern in her voice. She had obviously observed something in her short encounter with him that she wasn't ready to fully voice. "Not the kind of individual you place on the command deck of a starship. They are meant to complete a task and that is to send him alone to execute Rothschild". She was accurate in her assessment of Grant but he was counting on that.
Kate had run out of words, out of fury and seems to sit both relaxed and drained. The first part of his meeting had worked. He had her attention. He needed it for the rest of the mission. "Commander Photan...Kate, I want you...." He paused for moment. "To be my executive officer. This is a task force, type mission. Grant will serve my purpose for this mission. Once this mission is over, I would like you to be my executive officer. However, there's something missing between us: trust. The person that I want as my second is going to be someone working side by side with me. Giving me their opinions knowing I will respect them. Someone that will make me a better commander." He continued to look her in the eyes leaving no doubt about the sincerity of hi words. "The reason I put you where I did is because you cast a big shadow and I will need to 'hide' you so to speak for us to have a chance at success. Don't ask me how I know, it's just something I feel. I agree that Grant is 'green', but you are going to be my answer to that. You are my second officer." He said with emphasis on the 'are'. That means that if Grant isn't up to snuff it will be you, and if you see problems I would expect to know about them."
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Post by Grab Foot Of~Two Dawns on Mar 31, 2014 17:28:30 GMT -5
Grab Foot glanced at Kate from his position near a view port as she announced "Captain On Deck!" Kate didn't even seem to acknowledge his entrance nor his presence in the meeting. His whiskers twitched with him thinking that was nothing new. She hardly ever acknowledged him.
He turned back to the Captain as he began the meeting, mentioning their new Engineering Chief, a Lt Cmdr Haemis McTavish. He gave a slight nod as he traveled over to the officer, remembering reading a report on the officer, having been severely injured with the explosion of the star base
His tail twitched a little as the captain then introduced Samuel Grant's son. The name Grant was all too familiar with him, the name sticking out like a proverbial slash back's claw in the side but what really caught his attention, and ire, was that the captain announcing that he is putting the son of Grant in the First Officer's position. With that he growled, his tail lashing then thumping the deck. That was a bad idea, he thought, especially with the young grant's temperament and his memories of what senior Grant almost did with the a former ship that became under his command when senior Grant had left when Grant was promoted "I think that will be a big error, Captain." Grab foot spoke low so the captain could hear him. Whether the captain acknowledges his opinion is up to the captain.
The Captain then went on to tell his staff that they were going after the supposed culprit of the attack and also Star Fleet is wanting said culprit captured or killed: Admiral Rothchild. He gave a slight nod, confirming the Captain's words that Star Fleet has asked him to aid in the hunt for Admiral Rothchild. Mentally, he went over the Thunder's weapons inventory and checked to see if he needed extra munitions. He shook his head slightly when the report came back that thunder's inventory is full
As the meeting finished. He stood back and waited as the captain, the former first officer and the new first officer left the room. Without even using his senses, he knew that Kate was, to put it mildly and in human terms, quite pissed off. A Few words were said to the new first officer and then she stormed out, on the Captain's heels. He couldn't really blame her for the temper flare up but he could also see that Kate is still easy to anger "Temper, Temper" He muttered to himself, then joined Jessica Two Dawns as she stepped out to the bridge and over to the tactical control board. He glanced at the current readings then spoke to Jessica. "It seems we will be working together on this mission. I know the Sotrila will come out victorious, even with a grant in the command seat, because there is a Two Dawns manning the weapons."
Jessica turned to the Admiral, her father. "I will do my best.. Admiral. They legacy will know they are in a fight for their lives and will lose."
Grab foot nodded and then turned to leave, into a TL and down to the docking station where he would walk out onto the station and head for his own ship.
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Post by Lt Jg Wynn Deion on Mar 31, 2014 17:42:45 GMT -5
Wynn glanced at Lindsey as she agreed with him that the woman's response to him was rather rude and perhaps uncalled for. He didn't know what the woman's problem was but he hoped her mood was temporary "Not sure, maybe she is having a bad hair day?" He comments back to Lindsey. He felt a hand touch his and instinctively knew it was Lindsey's and thus closed his hand around hers. The Captain got his full attention when he got straight to the point, intrucing Mctavish and another character named Grant. His eyes went to the admiral as his tail whipped around, from the looks of it, the admiral was not at all happy about the choice for the Captain's first officer. Clearly the rude woman wasn't at all happy about it either, if the way she stormed out after the meeting was any indication. He then stood up with Lindsey and smiled at her as he walked out with her "Looks like duty calls. I am sure I'll be assigned to drive us all crazy.. ::grins at his own joke:: ..or rather, I'll be on duty when this capture or kill mission starts, to get us to the Legacy."
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Post by LtCmdr Mehrunissa Rai on Apr 1, 2014 18:14:52 GMT -5
A post by LtCmdr Mehrunissa Rai The captain had said to be at the meeting in ten. Mehrunissa had been there in five, but what he had to say, hardly warranted that level of formality. It hadn't been a meeting, more a declaration of intent. Captain Briggs was declaring war on Admiral Rothschild. Long after Mehrunissa had left the conference, the image of the captain with a pegged leg, ranting about a white whale, kept imposing itself on her imagination.
Transcribing her notes, she chewed mercilessly on the end of a stylus. Briggs hadn't automatically logged the meeting. Another inconsistency that bothered her. They had worked together for several years at Starfleet Communications. Mehrunissa prided herself on knowing just what to expect from Briggs. She'd gone into the meeting confident that their new posting on the Sotrilla would run just as smoothly and efficiently as always, but his was not the same officer she'd served with before. He must have a reason for making this mission a personal vendetta, mustn't he? The alternative that Briggs had taken a dive off the port nacelle into the deep end of space crazy was one she didn't want to consider.
Location: USS Sotrilla, Bridge. Time: Following the Meeting Tags: Any
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Post by Sgt. Major Patton S. Grant on Apr 2, 2014 16:31:31 GMT -5
Location: Sortila’s Lounge
With natural reflexes and habit, he’d stood to attention upon the officers entering the room, and retook his seat upon being ordered too. With a quick glance he took in the other Officers around the table, an interesting assortment of crew. He didn’t take any immediate issue with anyone, and stayed neutral as the meeting got underway; his attention was split. He was thinking about his troopers, his own review that would need to be done, drills, this damnable Commander Photan. He was paying attention enough to hear Captain Briggs talk about him, and he sighed inwardly. Almost daily, it seemed, the someone, something, somehow he was reminded of the loss of his father. Now here it was again.
But when Briggs stated opening that he would be taking over the duties of XO, it took all his training and professionalism not to burst out of his chair. He simply replied “Sir.” and allowed the meeting to continue. He knew now was not the time or place to say anything otherwise, but he would be talking to the Captain. Patton also inwardly laughed when he heard that this Commander Photan appeared to have been demoted, but saw the whole event as a bit confusing. It wasn’t until Briggs stated the Admiral’s name that Patton put two and two together, and he remembered his father speaking of him a couple times. They weren’t known to be friends.
The mission itself made little difference. Go here, eliminate that, return if possible; it was a Troopers duty. It wouldn’t be the first time a Starfleet Captain has gone rouge, nor would it be for the CRV especially. He’d look into the details later if it mattered, otherwise it was imply “Go take that Hill” and off they went. Again, out of practiced reflex, he stood as the meeting broke up. He started to rise and replace his Duster when Commander Photan leaned over to him and said “You consider yourself human, but remember what part of you accelerates your status.” Patton didn’t even have to get upset at this jab, he straightened out his brim and smiled at the Commander. “I do remember, Commander. Apparently my fathers ‘name’ still carries some weight.” She left the lounge. He slowly followed everyone out, not trying to be rude by ignoring anyone/everyone, but simply remaining distant for obvious reasons. He rounded the turn and walked over to the Captain’s Ready Room to speak with him. He chimmed the door, not knowing it was occupied, and waited outside the door at attention; old habbit.
Location: Sortila’s Bridge, outside Captains Ready Room
Tags: Captain Briggs
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Post by k8te on Apr 2, 2014 17:41:53 GMT -5
“He is a liability and I will not be your snitch for his ‘short’ comings.” Kate spoke direct in return at the Captain. “If you want trust then you have lost mine. If you don’t want me as your XO here and now. Then ‘I’ don’t want to be your XO after this mission or ever…..” She stood up from her seat, “As I stare at you! In to your eyes, I will remember this moment and watching above the both of you one day.” She stated as a fact and if it appeared as a threat, then honestly she didn’t care. “I will serve on ‘my’ ship and follow what orders that is beneficial for the ship. Nothing more. If you want to hunt down Rothschild it’s a something I will do for Roberts.” Her demeanor remain confident and in control. “I’m just psycho xenos filth and I suggest you leave me at the Starbase or at the brig. These are the opinions of your new XO……” She didn’t sever eye contact till she was done.
“I will dismiss myself.” She walked straight towards Stanton and licked his mouth up to the tip of his nose. Kate headed for the door and saw Patton Grant, “Good dog!” She stared at him in to his eyes for a few moments. Her expression to her face was stoic. “I failed killing your father because of your mother but I didn’t know it only take a human chap, to get the job done.” She did not care who was listening in or if she disrespected him or the Captain. “You’re an abomination. Take it from me I know how it feels but I made peace with that long ago. I guess you are human just like your ‘dead’ father after all."
TAGS Patton Grant & Stanton Briggs Location: Command deck
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Post by Sgt. Major Patton S. Grant on Apr 2, 2014 20:02:33 GMT -5
Location: Sortila’s Bridge, outside Captain’s Ready Room
Patton was standing outside the Captain’s Ready Room when the doors opened and Commander Photan crashed out onto the Bridge. He instinctively tensed when he saw her, and her proximity to him didn’t help. Patton ground his teeth at the insult, but still didn’t bite, although his eyes began to darken. Patton could feel his blood begin pumping at an incredible rate, his heart prepping for the ‘fight or flight’ response, his muscles ached at his restraint, and his knees locked trying to hold him at attention. But she’d finally pushed that last button.
With the swiftness of intense combat training, and the accelerated speed only the Drak cells could permit, Patton retrieved his Polearm from the center of his back, as he pushed out with his left hand to create some distance. Not meaning to be fatal, he polearm was produced and extended, to the point where it aimed directly at the nose of Photan; the expanded halberd head cracking with an odd energy.
The weapon itself is extremely dangerous, and deadly. A mixture of Federation, CRV and Drak technology put together by his mother, it was a killing weapon, and beyond the nano edged blade that could cut through detrium, it was energized with an ‘alien’ energy that allowed it to go through the toughest of armor, and even personal shielding, as if through the air itself.
Patton held the blade where it was and called out to Photan. “I’m a simple Trooper, an angry man, and a vengeful son. I’ve held to my duty since coming aboard this Ship, and I’ve taken enough of your hostility. I will follow the orders I’m given, that’s my job. But I will be damned if you continue to slander my father’s name, or the legacy he helped to establish.” He smirked through his hostile features. “Be wary Witch. This blade is sharp enough to fell even you…”
It took a moment more and he slowly regained his composure. He finally was able to confirm that she was a ‘Drak’ of some sort. His polearm had been designed by his mother with the sole thought of slaying hardened enemies, even fellow Drak if need be. It was a very dangerous weapon, and one he wielded expertly. It appeared obvious, at this time, that him and Miss Photan were not going to get along…
Location: Sortila’s Bridge, outside Captain’s Ready Room
Tags: Photan, Briggs, Bridge Crew
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Post by k8te on Apr 2, 2014 21:20:27 GMT -5
Kate smiled and welcomed the challenge, “Du Tosh’t Maku Na’al.” A Drak language known only to a particular circle; it was a phrase said when a challenge is presented. She moved her hands as quickly as Patton grabbed his weapon. Grabbing handles of paired weapons that seemed to de-cloaks from around her body. She dropped back and rolled in to a fighting stance, pulling her arms outwards, which extended the sleek organic-metallic whips. These whips are similar to Patton’s weapon but morph to her will. Equally cuts known metals that the federation deemed indestructible and passes through energy barriers (however, questionable with Drak energy technology). The weapon is powered be a ‘Nou’narvh’ conductive cell reactor that draws power from the ‘Drak Cells’. Kate’s eyes cloud over with charcoal gray shade, the temperature on the Command Deck warms, and the whips began to heat and start to glow an orange-red hue. “Fell me perhaps but not till I bring you with me.”
TAGS Patton Grant & Stanton Briggs Location: Command deck
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Post by Captain Stanton Briggs on Apr 2, 2014 22:38:26 GMT -5
Location: Bridge Entrance to the Ready Room
Stanton walked into his first and second officer with weapons drawn on his bridge...his bridge. He could see the look on both their faces. It was the look Kate had before her transformation. He looked upon the bridge, and every officer was quiet with fear in their eyes. Stanton had the opposite reaction. He looked at Kate only this time her reaction was different..It was..excitement. She wanted this. From the moment she laid eyes on Grant she wanted this. She knew how to get this reaction as well as what it would be. She had disagreed with is decision, and he was learning Kate a lot faster than he expected. The warnings, the declaration; it all made sense. She didn't like this man, and believed in her heart that he was bad for the ship. She was taking the decision out of Stanton's hands. Stanton was about to take the biggest gamble of his life, but this was one that excited him to do."So," He said looking at Kate and practically ignoring Grant. "You trying to make a point or perform a service?" He was now directly in front of Kate with his chest right in the path of her blades. "You want blood?" He said in low intense voice. "Does it matter who's?" He looked upon her with intensity and resolve. He connected to her eyes not staring into them as much as bonding with them and her. "Your turn to tell me," He said slowly. "What do you want from me, yeah?"
Tag: Kate Photan,Patton Grant
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Post by Lt Jessica Bensen Of~Two Dawns on Apr 3, 2014 22:51:54 GMT -5
Location: Tactical station, Sotrila's Bridge.
Jessica looked up from the tactical station just as her mother.. no, correction, the former first officer burst out of the Captain's ready room in an even fouler mood then when she left the meeting and went into the Captain's RR. A few insults to the Grant kid, and an insult to the late Grant senior that she was sure Admiral Two Dawns would have wanted to hear, had the kid drawing a weapon of lethal design, which resulted in the commander producing two of her own weapons of lethal design plus an a heat field that began to warm the whole command center. She shook her head, especially when the Captain came out and stood between the two. Not wise, she thought but then it's not the first not wise decision the captain has made. Her whiskers twitched a bit as the Captain voiced a question to kate, what she wanted from him. She thought of a retort to that but kept it to herself. Instead, she addressed the Captain. "Captain, when you are done playing, we do have the Legacy to seek out, pursue and most likely destroy." She commented, with a bit of sarcasm, not looking to the other two hot heads.
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Post by Captain Stanton Briggs on Apr 4, 2014 7:05:21 GMT -5
Stanton, who for his part was standing between two weapons, and he wasn't talking about blades or whips. "Captain, when you are done playing, we do have the Legacy to seek out, pursue and most likely destroy." was what he heard. Apparently, his new tactical officer felt the need to 'save' him. It was a noble gesture, but also ill conceived. Jessica should have been able to 'feel' the tension. She should have been able to see two officers about to kill each other. His eyes were still connected to Kate,but now he had to save this insulent 'kitten' from getting herself killed. Stanton knew that if he had adverted his eyes from Kate for one moment. Jessica would die. Kate's eyes emanated an obsidian glow that was a mixture of pleasure and rage, but she was clearly holding back. Stanton did not move his gaze for a moment. He knew that he had two security officer on the bridge. He knew that before he had intervened, which should have spoken volumes to his tactical officer. He simply did a subtle 'pointing motions' at Jessica, and the two burly officer, along with his aid moved swiftly grabbing Jessica and holding a phaser to her back letting her know that if she resisted she would be stunned. Stanton could hear the action, and too a small breath of relief. He didn't want to explain to the Admiral why his daughter was dead.
TAG: Grant and Phontan
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Post by Lt Jessica Bensen Of~Two Dawns on Apr 4, 2014 10:55:03 GMT -5
Location: Sotrila's Bridge, Tactical station
Yes, Jessica felt the tension emanating from the two ranking officers and the captain and she was trying to diffuse the situation in her own subtle way without getting directly involved, but her attempt seemed futile. She could also sense the disapproval coming from the captain, even as he never took his eyes from Kate. A couple moments later, she found herself "surrounded" by 2 security officers and the captain's aid, who held a phaser to her back, silently telling her that she would be stunned if she resisted or commented further. With a glance to each officer beside her then a defiant look to the aid, she made no move to resist, although she could most likely take them out before they could do much damage to her. With a sigh, she turned to look back to the tense scene before her, thinking if the Captain and Grant kid want to be killed, that was fine with her. That would just put her in command of the Sotrila, and no, she didn't think she was ready for that. She was happier right where she is, at Tactical.
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Sgt. Major Patton S. Grant
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Post by Sgt. Major Patton S. Grant on Apr 4, 2014 15:39:51 GMT -5
Location: Sortila’s Bridge, outside Captain’s Ready Room
When Captain Briggs exited his Ready Room, and entered in between the likely melee, Patton quickly regained his composure. He took a deep breath, his eyes returning to the unnatural teal blend they were; the polearm retracting back into itself as he did so. Even as he did, his eyes never broke from Phontan.
He listened to Briggs talk, and took note of the words and tone he used, but otherwise was still focused on Commander Phontan. He wasn’t sure if she was right or not, who’d win in a fight, but it would be an ugly one that’s for sure. He allowed his arm to rest down, still armed, during the conversation.
Location: Sortila’s Bridge, outside Captain’s Ready Room
Tag: Phontan, Briggs
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Post by k8te on Apr 5, 2014 22:00:35 GMT -5
The air on the Command Deck began to distort from the heat radiating from within. Her eyes were not only becoming a deeper shade but as like a flame had covered over. Kate’s weapons became more fluid in a fire appearance; on the edged of striking. A voice spoke, "You want blood?" saying in a low intense tone, followed with. "What do you want from me, yeah?" Stanton's question snapped the rage from her body to revert back. Kate’s eyes unclouded, however, keeping a translucent orange glow.
A voice from her rear spoke out abruptly; enraging the cell’s in Kate’s body again. The biological and chemical reaction of the Drak Cells are ‘not’ controllable. Whatever mental discipline you think you have acquired over the Drak Cells; your are simply delusional to assume an evolutionary marvel that predates life in this universe. Can be dealt with mind over matter is simply an ignorant fool. The Drak rage will consume you at one point or another. Patton Grant challenged her by pulling out he’s weapon and in return Kate accepted the challenge. Jessica to interfere with a challenge is asking to die. Jessica’s conceited out burst only reminds Kate of a disgrace and angers her more.
Stanton’s eyes were locked on hers which kept her mind focus on his question. The words of ‘does it matter who’s blood’ ran through her thoughts. One word was uttered, “Yess!” the expression conveyed a primal rage that wasn’t Drak but the alien part of Kate. Abruptly she retracted the whips as they solidified and cooled instantly. Kate had dropped to the ground while during the moment Patton’s and Stanton’s eyes were devoted on her. Not knowing she had lifted from the floor.
She wrapped the whips around her body and they cloaked out of sight. Walked close to the Captain pulled a small blade and cutting her palm open. Blood bleed out and fell on the ground, never breaking sight of Stanton. Kate hands the drenched blade to him; then gave a glare towards Patton. “My disgrace is on both of you and I will never forgive you.” She walked off the bridge. In fact she left the Sotrila all together and went down on the planet. Taking a shuttle from Sotrila’s Shuttlebay to London and landed the craft a port that cleared her. She mindlessly walked the streets working to clear her mind. Every time she found herself back here she says to herself, “Its never the same, always something I need to get use to…… all over again.”
TAGS Patton Grant & Stanton Briggs Location: Command deck
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Post by Haemis McTavish on Apr 6, 2014 19:38:29 GMT -5
Location: Sol, Earth Orbit, Starbase 001, USS Sotrila, Deck 11, Main Engineering.
Time frame: Roughly an hour or two after the incident on the bridge.
Haemis had spent nearly the last forty minutes doing a walk through inspection of various systems, and work crews that were scurrying about the ship doing last minute checks on things before they put to space. He was just stepping off the turbolift onto deck eleven having just finished one such stop’s down on deck fifteen to take a look at the deflector control room. It was as he expected, ship shape. Everything on this ship seemed to be in very good order a testament to the vessels previous engineer. He nodded to himself as he entered the engine room.
Haemis pushed through the various officers’ and teams assembled, all his department head’s were milling about issuing orders from there positions around the vessels Master Situation station. He came to a stop at the head of the table, settling his Padd down, and logging in. A few of the officer’s glanced up or over from there going conversations, few wrapped up with handing out assignments before turning to him.
He brought up a quick glance display that showed the ships system’s readiness, and gave a curt nod and a smile before glancing back up to the faces that were now silent and staring at him. “It would seem to be that everythin is run’n at peak efficiency for the moment, but we all know tha can change at the drop of a hat.” He took stock of the pride in which most seem to display over his compliment. “To that effect, let us be on our toes as it is our job to respond should something go awry.”
His new chief engineer came to stand beside him leaning forward on the master situations console. “All of our maintenance teams are about finished with our prelaunch checklists, and are working quickly to stow all the extra repair pieces, materials and various other cargo that we were tasked to bring aboard. We had some slight problems with two of the Cargo transporters an hour ago but thus far everything is looking good boss!” his Assistant Chief Engineer chimed in.
“Good to know lad!’ he clapped him on the shoulder. “You had a good Chief prior, and I will strive to fill his shoes to the best of my ability. I expect each of ye to continue performing as ye have been. Know I keep an open door, and encourage ye to work as a team.” He paused a moment and glanced around the table. “Problem solve as a team! I believe this is key to the functionality of our group.” Again he paused and looked around the table. “Understand that no one individual fails on our team. One of ye fails to perform, we all fail to perform.”
He glanced around the table once more meeting each of their eye’s. “Alright ye slackers, get back to work!” he chided them with a smile as he turned to meet his new assistant’s gaze. “Mr. Lejune,“ he offered the man his hand. “Twill be me pleasure to work with ya lad, I was go’n over yer record and ye have had nothin but rave reviews.”
Antwan shook the man’s hand nodding and offering a warm smile. “I will take your word for it sir.” he moved around the table toward the center control point of the master situations console. “I just do what I’m told and get the job done as it is intended the first time around.”
Haemis couldn't help but smile at the man’s modesty, he had a great record. Part of Haemis wondered why this man wasn't promoted to replace the previous chief but it wasn’t his place to judge. “Never the less lad, I’m certain we will make a great time!” he moved around the master situations console and toward the ships Warp Core, which sat lazily thrumming in a semi-dark room. “Ach!” he turned toward him. “Why is it that Starfleet Engineer’s always make it so bloody dark in here!” he frowned and walked back over picking up his Padd. “Canna bloody see a bolt from a crack in the wall.” he began quickly notating a message to the ships maintenance team to start making plans to install more lighting in the engineering spaces.
“I kind of like it, seems more fitting that an engineering space be dark and somewhat foreboding.” Antwan said as he glanced up looking around the room. “It was always like this aboard all the commercial vessels I grew up on, I guess I just am used to that.” His eyes once again dropped down to the console in front of him and the work he was on. “Besides, doctors are the only ones who really need all that bright lighting.” He said with a slight chuckle.
“Aye lad, but that be where yer wrong, we are doctors!” Haemis clapped the man on the shoulder again as he moved past the young man heading toward his office. Soon they would be in the vastness of space, and he actually for once today found that thought comforting.
Punching in the security code to his office doors he frowned as they slid open to the drab empty generic office which had not seen use for a while now. Not any permanent use anyhow. Turning back to the door, he pulled a tool out of his pocket and popped the panel next to the door off, he took only a brief moment to reverse the polarity of the device that kept the doors shut, and made it so they would stay open. He wasn't kidding that he always had an open door policy; he figured he didn't have to go into detail as his people would eventually figure it out.
Haemis settled into the chair which seemed to squeak as he dropped into it, he could feel the ache in his hip and knee again. The day was far from over and he knew by the end of the day they would both be screaming for attention and rest.
“..almost killed the Captain.” A voice from somewhere beyond the door was saying in hushed tones.
“No way, Commander Phontan would never strike the Captain.” Another voice, this one male said.
The first woman’s voice came quicker and somewhat more excited. “They said that you could feel the heat coming from the bridge all the way as far as deck four!” he continued. “Both Commander Phontan and that Sergeant Major Grant were squaring off and the Captain had to step in to save…” she paused for a moment. “Well one of them from killing the other.”
Standing from his chair Haemis drew closer to the door, part of him curious of the tale being told just beyond it.
“So what happened, clearly no one died?” another male voice asked.
“Nothing!” a fourth voice chimed in.
“What do you mean nothing?” the first woman’s voice said. “She stormed off the ship, and abandoned her post!”
That was about the time he decided it was time to put a stop to this useless banter and what was only going to fuel more rumors than it would be worth. Even on a ship this size rumors travel fast. “All joking aside,” he said as he stepped just beyond the door jam. “Even if there was a size comparison contest, be it of anger or not, it wont accomplish yer tasks today for ya, and this kind of speculation will only feed it more when it goes around.” He said. “I suggest you keep about yer duties and let the command staff deal with the short comings of others as it should be, Aye?” he asked, there was a joke hidden in there and it appeared that it was received as was his request to get back to work.
He offered the few officers milling about a curt nod and went back into his office and settled back in behind the desk with a squeak, which brought a frown to his lips. “Aye were gonna have to fix that aren’t we!” he said shaking the chair.
He himself couldn't imagine having a blow out like this in the company of the crew or command staff, he knew even he had a temper and it did indeed get the better of him but there was a time and a place for it and if it went down as it was said, it was seemingly a practice of adolescent behavior in his opinion. Perhaps it was a good thing that Commander Phontan departed as she did, and if she did. No news of this had yet reached him officiating this but perhaps it was for the better.
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Post by Captain Stanton Briggs on Apr 6, 2014 20:17:06 GMT -5
Stanton's full attention was back to his former first officer. He heard her utter in a low tone that sounded more like a growl than an answer. "Yesss." In response to whether the owner of the blood she took mattered. She had barely noticed Jessica's interference. Stanton was sure that Jessica should be thankful for that. Stanton watched Kate's weapons disappear in the same fashioned they had appeared..out of nowhere. It was among many questions Stanton had about this entire event. Meanwhile, Kate was having a battle with herself. It was like she was fighting against her own nature and barely winning. Her eyes began changing quickly from the charcoal black to burning orange fire. She dropped to the ground as if she were fighting for her very soul. Her body began to lift off the ground giving visual life to this battle. She dropped back down breathing heavily, eyes still blazing. She picked herself up off the floor and through the entire scene she had only once took her eyes off Stanton to look at Grant. When she stood up she continue to hold Stanton's gaze drawing strength from the connection. What she did next left Stanton dumbfounded. She pulled a blade from her boot and cut her palm nearly to the bone. She continued to look at Stanton, but she drew the blade into their field of vision. He could see blood dripping from it, and her hand. “My disgrace is on both of you" She said finally averting her eyes again to Grant. "and I will never forgive you.” She said lowering her voice to a soft tone. Stanton felt the first statement was for both of them. The last part was for he alone. It was clear she already despised Grant, but she had forgiven Stanton once for her humiliation in the observation lounge. She took his hand turning it palm up, and slammed the flat of the blood soaked blade in it. Her hand touched his as the blade touch it, and she let that connection linger a little longer than she should. In the brief connection where her blood and their skin mingled a connection was created. He could feel it, and he knew she could too. She turned to walk away clinching her cut hand into a fist. She walked across the bridge as random speckles of blood kissed the deck as she moved. They would speak again, but not this day. She needed to cool off, and so did Stanton. Grant was another matter. "Get your ass in my office." He said in a low but commanding voice. What he had just witness from Kate was not random. He has witnessed ritual. No, he had been a part of it as much as she. Whatever Patton Grant knew about this he would find out. He would not have a 'blood feud' on his ship.
Stanton carried the 'blood blade' to his office. He sat down and sat the blade on his desk horizontally. He waited for Grant as the door hissed shut. He found himself breathing hard also. He was calming his hanger down. It was as if Photan had 'infected him with her anger towards Gtant. Perhaps Stanton should have shown more tact in the way he addressed his new Executive officer. Perhaps the promotion shouldn't have happened at all. All those things will be questioned, but Stanton instincts tell him he was right. He pushed doubt aside and anger into his stomach. He looked upon the marine."If we are gonna do this," He paused for a moment. "You and I, we will need to trust one another. The first part of that is truth. What went on out there between yourself and Commander Photan went way beyond anger over a demotion/promotion. You used weapons that have never been used by starfleet. Those were not weapons of a peacekeeper. Those were weapons meant to not just kill but torture. I want to know everything you know about this, and I want to know now. I feel that this is all connected to my mission and I'm damn well tired of being in the dark."
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Post by Benjamin on Apr 7, 2014 23:41:18 GMT -5
"There is something about today that ‘Ty’ isn’t being herself. She has always confided to me on everything! But I know she’s lying to me. She’s not alright and I owe it to her to make it better. If it wasn’t for her I’d be dead and I wouldn’t be here.
I think I’m going to ask 'him' what happen to ‘Ty’. I think he would tell me. Its just that I know that she keeping things from me. As if she’s trying to hide me from the truth as if she doesn’t want to look weak in front of me. I have seen this side of her already, i just don't understand. She’s been the only dependable person in my life, has always came when i needed her. I hate to say this but she has been there more times then my own dad.
I spoke to 'him' today asking him what happen to her. Of course he didn’t know what I was talking about or acted like he didn’t. I told him I wouldn’t leave till he told me and I know! Then he asked me what did I knew about. I made it sound like it was this horrific trauma. Honestly I was just pulling things out of my head. Then ‘he’ just started to telling me and I. I…. don’t know how I feel about it. I can’t imagine going through that and still be me. He then told me she had the memories removed, I asked him how was that possible? He told me he took it out and placed it in his mind. To carry the burden and pain. I would think someone would say why would you do that but I told him. That I wouldn’t hesitate to do the same if I had that power. He patted my shoulder and he told me, ‘you say that now but you don’t want to feel the horrors of what Ty had gone through. I know you love her as much as I do but its simply not that easy.’
I don’t quite understand what he meant by that. So I asked him if he ever thought about coming back to save her. Like I mean he did but went back before it gone that far. He gave me not a reaction that i didn't think he'd do. He actually told me how I could… but she wouldn't want that.
I can hear her voice telling me, ‘what's done is done, and there is nothing you can do about it.’ Yeah but I feel like I can. These Drak can, go back in time, back when it happened and I can stop it from happening. She would do it for me and I need to do it for her. Its like there is a hole inside in her mind. You can see it in her eyes and it’s a void.
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I can’t believe I’m here! He opened an ‘aperture’. It was like walking through a door, its earth but it isn't.
Now I need to find her, Kate. He said she would help me. I trust him."
Ben
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Post by LtCmdr Mehrunissa Rai on Apr 8, 2014 10:18:38 GMT -5
Posted by LtCmdr Mehrunissa Rai Location USS Sotrila, Bridge.
No matter what language, which race or who the participants were, a pissing match was just that. This one, at least, was high drama. Mehrunissa could remember experiencing Klingon opera that was much the same; fire, blood, destruction and egos the size of a starbase, but that had been a love story.
The security team that had been posted to the Bridge earlier that day had been dismissed, so with a few taps on her console screen and a quietly relayed explanation, Mehrunissa summoned a new detail. It was unlikely they would be needed. The Captain Briggs she knew had the skill to diffuse most situations before they became critical, but often times, Mehrunissa had observed that just the presense of ship's security could serve to dissuade potential combatants from losing control or failing that, escort them back to their quarters or to the brig.
The team arrived seconds before Briggs did and seeing the look of determination in the captain's eyes, Mehrunissa gestured for the two men to wait.
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