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Post by Grab Foot Of~Two Dawns on Mar 26, 2014 16:56:18 GMT -5
The surprise on the young ensign's face seem to mirror the expression on the Captain's face at the near collision on the bridge. Grab foot looked down and could almost see his reflection on the Captain's fur-less head then spiraled his tail in humor at the humor of the situation as the Captain went to apologize for the young ensign's surprise and excitableness. "My appearance was rather sudden so it is only natural for the surprised reaction. Even at my age, I tend to surprise a few people still." He comments as he followed the Captain into his ready room
His tail uncurled then his whiskers twitched in annoyance, as he sat down his haunches, or legs, on the floor next to the Captain's desk to make himself eye to eye with the Sotrila's captain, at the mention of his Executive Officer. He and Kate had a history but He doubted the Captain was aware of that. "I know Kate can be quite blunt and to the point at times, even when the situation isn't serious. When it comes to Kate, I have learned to expect the unexpected, even the impossible."
He then took the PADD from the Captain and looked over the information "I have heard rumors but I had not read the official report, that the incident had been deemed an accident. To be honest, Captain, I am surprised I was not viewed as a prime suspect as I had been off the base a short time before the explosion occurred. It is.. unfortunate that Admiral Grant was in the blast and his death immediate." From his tone, He didn't sound all that sad about Grant's demise.
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Sgt. Major Patton S. Grant
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Post by Sgt. Major Patton S. Grant on Mar 26, 2014 17:18:38 GMT -5
Location: Star Fleet Memorial Hall
Having fulfilled his duty to attend the proceedings, Patton left the area, dress uniform pristine. He’d stood while people he’d known, and never knew, spoke of his Father as if they’d known him, known what he stood for; they didn’t understand. How could they? They spoke of the Director General as if they understood what HE stood for, or how they thought he lived his life, but they were all just soft platitudes.
His father had told him once what he’d learned about the Director General a decade or so AFTER he joined the CRV, and how the Director General and his Father clashed many times on the political and general motivations of the CRV. But, nobody really understood. Patton was eaten up daily with rage for what had happened, and it often showed and boiled over.
The memorial concluded, Patton returned to his duties in preparation for re-boarding the Sortila as his current duties ordered him to do. As before, he led his Stormtrooper squad of five (5) other Troopers aboard the Sortila and checked them and their gear into their dedicated barrack hall. With ritual finesse, he took off and packed up his dress uniform, and put back on his standard tactical duty gear, minus his carapace heavy armor.
He’d received notice of a meeting of the Senior Officers, and while he wasn’t exactly a ‘senior officer’, nor was he in charge of Ships Security, his Troopers were for a dedicated role. However, his duty required him to attempt to attend in a polite manner. Not adoring his obvious heavier weapons or gear, he slung his CC weapon on his back, and his sidearm in its holster on his hip, and headed off to the bridge.
He paid little attention to the crew as he passed, and what were present given the ships condition stayed out of his way. He arrived on the bridge and hesitated, as the young ensign turned to see who arrived. “Rumor has it there’s a meeting for the ‘brass’ aboard this ship. Just checking to see if the Captain has need of his Troopers or not.” He stepped clear of the lift, but proceeded no further.
Location: Sortila Bridge
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Post by Captain Stanton Briggs on Mar 27, 2014 13:15:54 GMT -5
Stanton thought about the Admiral's reply. "Your guilt or innocence was not questioned because starfleet knows more that what is on that report." He walked over and got a glass of water for himself and the Admiral. "To be frank, this entire report has a stronger stench than a spoiled plate of gagh. Starfleet went out of its way to go through the motions of all those hearing grilling my crew and myself to draw this conclussion?" He paced around a moment. "I'm going to be perfectly honest Admiral Grabfoot of two Dawns, I was not given a compete briefing for my orginal mission. I was coming to the station for hat important information. So,I'm a little suspicious of any orders starfleet has given me. How well do you know this Admiral Rothchild?"
Tag: Grabfoot of two Dawns
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Post by Haemis McTavish on Mar 27, 2014 20:22:14 GMT -5
Location: Sol, Earth Orbit, Starbase 001, USS Sotrila, Deck 2, Observation Lounge.
Haemis looked up from the Padd he was reading over when the doors parted, a woman whom he had yet to meet strolled in. She clearly seemed to know who he was as she addressed him casually “What’s up ‘ginger’ love?” as she offered him a wink.
He noted that she too held a similar accent, and was likewise was of red hair as was he. He followed her not yet certain what to say or how to reply. His eyebrow rose slowly out of curiosity as she began to mumble to herself seemingly in some unfamiliar language, and brought forth a very confused look to his face as she suddenly changed hair color on a whim. He blinked for a long moment wondering if his eyes were playing a trick on him. “Tha was a mighty interesting trick ya did there!” he said. “Donno if in ya perform an encore but tha was impressive indeed!”
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Post by Grab Foot Of~Two Dawns on Mar 27, 2014 22:41:30 GMT -5
It was his turn to think for a few moments when the good Captain mentioned that Star Fleet knows more then they are telling or revealing, despite his own innocence or guilt. The Admiral can prove that he is innocent, yet, he was sure someone could and/or would prove that it was He that was guilty "It seems to be the usual course of action with Headquarters, to cover up something to prove someone innocent or to make it look like an accident. Human history is quite full of organizations that try to hide things or cover them up, as I am sure you are aware of." He took the water from the Captain and drank it, thinking it tasted a bit plain to what he usually drinks, shuddering a bit at the mental imagery of the scent of gagh that has been left sitting too long. He continued to listen to the Captain's comments about how the Sotrila's command staff and officers had been grilled with questions only to come up with the conclusion that it was only an accident. GF knew Admiral Grant, knew what he is capable of, mentally and physically and He wouldn't put it passed Grant to set up the incident and then make it look like an accident, but he had no proof.
His ears tilted forward a little as the captain asked him how well did he know Admiral Rothchild "Honestly, Captain, I have never met Rochchild, but I have heard people speak about her. She is rather strict and expects every orders of hers to be listened to and carried out. If not, she would meet out swift punishment. I have read a report that she even fired a phaser at one officer who didn't meet her expectations. Luckily the officer wasn't seriously hurt and only received singed fur and perhaps some first degree flesh wounds. I would agree that it would be most helpful to receive a full report on what a mission entails without leaving out bits and pieces. In my opinion, it was rather irresponsible of the admiral for not giving you full mission details."
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Post by Captain Stanton Briggs on Mar 28, 2014 10:24:23 GMT -5
Stanton took a moment to think about the Admiral's words and finally spoke. "Starfleet has order me to capture her." He paused a moment. "I think that wording is saying dead or alive. My problem is that I have been lead instead of leading. I find the entire thing insulting." He slammed his water down on his desk. "I've studied a little about Rothchild too, and she never lost a battle. I've also gotten some scant information about her ship, and with our ships combined we will still have a hard time with her. Here's where I want your opinion: I've decided that I need more information. First: Why does starfleet want her dead. Second: I think knowing someone, looking them in the eye gives you a better perspective on what you are dealing with. So before I go after this woman's head...I want to meet her."
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Post by Grab Foot Of~Two Dawns on Mar 28, 2014 11:45:25 GMT -5
With Stanton's next thoughtful comments about capturing Admiral Rothchild, he wasn't sure if he should be surprised or curious but he was both, with the stipulation of dead or alive. It has been his experience and recollection that most people that were to be brought in dead or alive would be better off dead "I can see where that can be a problem, although a bit commendable. Being led can be good if the leader is level headed and makes good, logical decisions, and not be the, if you'll pardon the expression, charge in, all gung ho, with weapons blazing." He thought of Grant momentarily with the latter mental description. Grab foot listened to the captain's plan of attack, he was asking Him for His assistance, along with Thunder's and even then, it would prove difficult to bring Rothchild in, or down, also listening to his questions of why Star fleet wanted Rothchild dead "My theory is that StarFleet is calling this incident an accident and then wanting to perhaps assassinate Rothchild is that She had a hand in the starbase's destruction, if not the direct cause of said destruction. The decision of it being an accident is there way of not letting Rothchild know that they may have found the real guilty person or party. Also, I would agree that a face to face meeting would give you a better perspective of your enemy, getting to know their strengths and/or weaknesses. Although I would caution you, meeting her face to face may alert her to your and Star Fleet's ruse and she may end up taking your head and then Star Fleet's."
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Post by Captain Stanton Briggs on Mar 28, 2014 15:34:41 GMT -5
"I think that is the best course of action," He smiles a little at the Admiral's comment. "First and foremost I don't pose a threat to her. So I should assume you would want to be part of this meeting with her?" He said only now noticing his hand was bleeding. Apparently the glass impact was hard enough to crack it. It was heavy bleeding just a drip. "I need to look her in the eye, see what kind of woman I'm really dealing with."
He grabbed a dermal regenerator as he continued. "I have a staff meeeting in 20 minutes I have a few more things to take care of before hand. Would you like to sit in on it? It does pertain to the mission."
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Post by Grab Foot Of~Two Dawns on Mar 28, 2014 16:08:13 GMT -5
GF gave a bit of a nod to the captain as he stated that he posed no threat to Admiral Rothchild. "You may not think so, Captain but she may have different opinions and if she saw me there, she would most likely think that something is up. I know I would." He said, trying to give a humorous look "As far as looking the admiral in the eye, you may not like what you see." GF then thinks of Kate for a moment.. before the scent of blood tickled his nostrils..
GF glanced to the Captain's hand that held the hand that slammed the glass down. GF reached up to tap his communicator to call down to sickbay before Stanton grabbed a dermal regenerator. GF let his hand drift back down, whiskers twitching as Kate drifted back into his mind when the captain mentioned that he had a staff meeting in 20. He wasn't sure that would be a good idea: He and Kate in the same room but he was curious about the mission and what he needed to assist the Captain and the Sotrilla, especially since his daughter is on board as well, as the Chief Tactical Officer, if he wasn't mistaken "I would be pleased to sit in with the meeting, Captain but I must say, and admit, that I am a bit uncomfortable with your first officer also being there, but as she is a part of your crew, I suppose that I will have to deal with it." GF commented with a twitching tail
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Post by Captain Stanton Briggs on Mar 28, 2014 17:59:03 GMT -5
"Commander Photan?" Stanton looked puzzled. "I've never seen anything disturbing about her." Stanton smiled. "I do know that by the standards of most of my crew she's considered stunning. I would imagine a woman like that could be intimidating." He took a pause to smirk. "Not you of course Admiral. I can only say about Commander Photan is for the time that I've known her I find her a capable officer. She's my officer now and I don't intend to give her up any time soon. Now I can escourt you to the conference room. I have one more appoitnment before my meeting."
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Post by Grab Foot Of~Two Dawns on Mar 28, 2014 18:21:32 GMT -5
~ Commander, is that what she's now called? ~ Floated through the admiral's mind as the admiral saw the puzzled look on the captain's face, then his tail spiraled a little, a mixture of humor and sarcasm flitting across his face "In the time you have known her.." He repeated the Captain's words "I would agree that she is a capable officer and quite attractive but when the mood strikes her, she can go off on her own whim. I am pleased she is doing something to benefit people at this time." Grab foot only hoped it would stay that way for awhile. "I have no intentions of taking Commander Photan away from your command staff, especially in the manner in which I believe you are referring. I strongly doubt my wife would let me keep her." This time, his tone was humorous, at least it was intended to be. He sobered after a moment "I can walk with you to the meeting, although I could also walk with you to your other appointment as well, if it is not too private?" He inquired curiously
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Post by k8te on Mar 29, 2014 18:35:34 GMT -5
“Tha was a mighty interesting trick ya did there! Donno if in ya perform an encore but tha was impressive indeed!” Haemis said towards her; immediately after Kate uttered in return, “I like you!” as she smiled warmly. "Glad that someone on this ship has a sense of humor". Well, one that she liked anyways. Just as she were to add another thing, the arrival of the Sortrila’s Consular interrupted her thoughts. Kate knew little of this woman; other then Lindsey’s injuries were caused from the shockwave of the destruction of the Starbase. Now the young woman walks with a handicap and Kate wasn’t talking about her amputated leg but the helmsman that accompanied her. She gave out a glare at the lad(, Wynn) followed with, “Don’t sit next to me, yeah.” As she stood up abruptly from her seat and headed out the observation lounge.
Something tickled from within; there was a large concentration of ‘Drak Cells’ in her vicinity. Walking out to the bridge deck she saw her unfortunate spawn(, Jessica) and then a lad she never met. Patton Grant was a ‘similar’ form of hybrid like herself. They would be drawn to one another as the Drak Cells within their bodies vibrated…... of sorts. If they were among other Drak of higher quantity it wouldn’t be significant. “Aren’t you going to step on to the Command Deck? Or are you waiting for an invitation.” Kate said to the young lad. An ensign noted in the distance that Patton was requesting if he would be required to be present at the meeting. Kate turned back towards Patton, “If the helmsman can attend, you are far worth the Captain’s time.” Saying in a slight irritated tone, “Enter” she ordered him.
Kate wasn’t the type to wonder and ask at her leisure “You’re a Drak…..” Stating that he was a 'Drak' as a fact and not a question. "and a marine, not surprised." She paused for a moment. “How is that possible? I only know of one and she is seated at the Tactical Conn.” Referring to Jessica again. Though he continued to speak to Patton, “But you are not an ordinary offspring. Do you know your lineage?”
TAGS Haemis, Lindsey, Wynn, Patton, & Jessica Location: USS Sotrila, Command Deck, Observation lounge OOC: Kate is flattered that she is making the ‘kitten’ cowering behind the human. Karen, the Consular has kindly asked me to mention her in my post but said she will post once the meeting gets started.
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Post by Haemis McTavish on Mar 29, 2014 20:05:07 GMT -5
Location: Sol, Earth Orbit, Starbase 001, USS Sotrila, Deck 2, Observation Lounge.
Haemis let out a low chuckle at the woman’s comment.
“I like you!”
He found himself briefly admiring the woman’s beauty as she smiled warmly at him. “Glad that someone on this ship has a sense of humor!” when she stood up abruptly as the doors parted to admit two new officers it drew him off guard.
He cantered his head slightly in confusion as her emotional state shifted and seemed to for a brief moment take on one of annoyance, but it was just a flash. He was even more confused when she blurted out “Don’t sit next to me, yeah!” in reference to the newcomer’s who had just come into the lounge, two more individuals whom he had yet to meet. He watched silently as the Kate left the room.
He turned his attention toward the two new officers, “Now that was bloody peculiar, peculiar indeed!” he stood and nodded to the two. “Lieutenant Commander Haemis McTavish, yer new Chief of Engineering.” He stated introducing himself. Haemis shifted uneasy as an old memory seemed to creep into his consciousness, something was vaguely familiar about one or both of these two officers, but he couldn't put his finger on it. It was a little unsettling, as his memory since the accident was still troubled, not to mention the fatigue he had been feeling of late was creeping back despite his recent rest. Haemis did not wait for a reply, his mind was elsewhere very suddenly as he dropped back into his chair he seemed to stare off at nothing in particular, it was very clear he was suddenly in his own head.
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Post by Captain Stanton Briggs on Mar 29, 2014 20:07:17 GMT -5
"Actually," He said looking at the time. "I think I will have to belay that other appointment. You can wait for me out no the command deck, I need to take a moment to change out of this dress uniform." He looked down at it with a frown. "Once I've done that we can both go to the lounge for the meeting."
He waited for the Admiral to leave and quickly changed. It felt good to be in 'work clothes' again so to speak. He entered the command deck. "Admiral, I think its time." He walked over to the turbo lift as Grabfoot of two Dawns. He followed and the doors shut. They were quickly down and stood at the entrance of the lounge. It was a casual scene. He notice a face or two missing so he decided to wait at the entrance for everyone to come in to make his appearance. He was anxious to start, but he wanted to be the last one to enter.
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Lt Jg Wynn Deion
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Post by Lt Jg Wynn Deion on Mar 30, 2014 8:19:36 GMT -5
His thoughts and lunch were interrupted by the call to duty, or more accurately, the call for an officer's meeting in the lounge. He didn't get a chance to voice his thoughts about asking lindsey what he wanted to ask but then perhaps that had been for the best. He got up and helped Lindsey to her feet. He decided to leave the meal stuff there since he thought no one would bother it and he would come back and clean up later.
Minutes later, He and Lindsey walked into the observation lounge and took a seat, one that he could sit by lindsey but it was also a seat that sat next to the commander, who seemed to take offense, commenting or rather ordering him "Don't sit next to me, yeah" He just blinked after the commander as she abruptly got up and left, as if seemingly forgotten something "Sorry ma'am" he tossed at her back before he turned to Lindsey, whispering "It's not like I planned to sit by her. It just happened. I just wanted to sit by you." His eyes then drifted to another officer who spoke with a very good Irish, or Scottish, accent. "Yeah, quite peculiar. I seem to rub the commander the wrong way but it's not like it was intentional." He then reached over to shake the hand of the Lt Cmdr's "Pleased to meet you, sir. Lieutenant, junior grade, Wynn Deion, at your service." After a brief hand shake, McTavish seemed to retreat into his own thoughts. He turned to see a very large feline enter the room, followed by the Captain. He noted the large cat had a striking resemblance to the cute feline he saw at tactical a few times.
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Post by Grab Foot Of~Two Dawns on Mar 30, 2014 8:32:09 GMT -5
Grab foot merely nodded as the captain commented about the delay of his latest appointment in order to make it to this mission meeting, stepping out of the Captain's ready room, as the captain also mentioned a changing out of his dress uniform. As Grab foot walked up toward a TL, he shook his head, not liking the formal attire, not only did they look stuffy and uncomfortable, they were, as he remembered that he had to wear one on occasion
Moments later, the Captain re-joined him on the command deck "Then we should go" Grab foot commented, more as an after-thought, then stepping into the TL for the short descent down. The Captain let him go first out of the TL and into the Lounge. He entered and looked around at the assembled officers, the fur on the back of his neck standing up as he felt the energy coming from a couple of individuals. One being his daughter, Jessica. The other being the woman who bore Jessica with him, who naturally, didn't claim as such, but then that had been ancient history, 'Commander' Phontan. He noticed Jessica staring at Kate but trying to look like she wasn't staring. Jessica then shifted her eyes to him and he gave a nod to her, which was met with a nod and a smile. Then his eyes stopped on a young man who looked strikingly like the late Admiral Grant, with a mix of some of his mother's features in him. He grunted a bit and then stepped aside so the captain could enter behind him
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Sgt. Major Patton S. Grant
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Post by Sgt. Major Patton S. Grant on Mar 30, 2014 9:55:38 GMT -5
Location: Sortila’s Bridge
Patton could feel something tingling within him, and thanks to his mother explaining ‘some things’ to him, he knew there must be another Drak fairly close to him, but he didn’t know the feelings enough to single it out, nor did he want to. It wasn’t that he was ‘ashamed’ of who, or what, he was, but he refused to let that force him to be something he didn’t want to be. But then again, these days, he wasn’t really sure what he wanted to be anyhow.
He’d only barely stood at ease when the ship’s Executive Officer entered the Bridge. The feeling that Patton was feeling was getting worse, but thankful for years of practice and discipline, he continued to keep it under control… Along with his stomach. He looked up at the Commander “No Ma’am, not without cause or command. A Non-com Trooper has no business with the 'Officer Rank' unless needed or requested. Formalities Ma’am.” He adjusted his stance and stood stiffer in attention. Upon being ordered to do so, he stepped forward to enter the briefing area.
Patton continued to struggle with his feelings, they were very strong at the moment. His mind remained clouded in the loss and the feelings of the events, even though they are months old, but he continues to focus his mind on his duties which is helping him keep sane. He did stop dead in his tracks when the Commander asked bluntly if he was a Drak. “No Ma’am, I’m human.” A weak lie he knew, but it was what he ‘choose’ to be, and how he choose to live his life. “With respect Ma’am, the CRV’s Storm Troopers are above even the Marines. You want something policed? You call Starfleet/CRV Security. You need some trenches filled with bodies, yours and theirs? You call the Marines. You want some psycho xenos filth eradicated, or some military commander taken out in the midst of his fortified bunker with almost a guaranteed chance of success but low chance of survival? You call the Glory Boys, the Storm Troopers.” He tried to smile in the hopes of deflecting the conversation, but she would not let go of the knife she’d poked him with.
Sgt. Major Patton didn’t pay much attention to the comment about how it was possible, his mind had clouded a bit. But when she mentioned his ‘lineage’, his blood pressure spiked and his was instantly angry. Controlled, hands bawling into fists, releasing and doing it again, but angry… “My lineage is dead. Ma’am.” With rigid discipline, and an obvious aura of hostility, he took his seat at the briefing table. His black duster placed on the table in front of him, a PADD next to it. He sat stiffing in the chair, and while trying to cool his temper, he waited for the briefing to begin.
Location: Sortila’s Lounge Tag: Those within the lounge
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Post by k8te on Mar 30, 2014 12:55:41 GMT -5
The young lad futilely deflected his ‘Drak’ heritage; the same as she would but the more you deny it comes full fury. Kate has come to terms to what she is now. Her attention changed as a portion of what Patton said angered her, “You want some psycho xenos filth eradicated, or some military commander taken out in the midst of his fortified bunker with almost a guaranteed chance of success but low chance of survival? You call the Glory Boys, the Storm Troopers.” Her ‘loosely’ in checked temper flared; Kate’s face wouldn’t illustrate the emotion but the ’Drak Cells’ from within pulsated. She took offense to the ‘psycho xenos’ remark; her eyes began to cloud slightly although she was able to distract her thoughts. Particularly the stench of the familiar feline(, Grabfoot of Two Dawns). It brought her back to normality and her eyes cleared up. Right after asking him about his routes; Patton answered, “My lineage is dead. Ma’am.”
Just as he walked towards back the lounge she uttered, “Just your human side, Sergeant Major.” She paused a moment and under her breath adding, “The filth will take her seat.” Kate followed in after all who entered with the exception of the Captain. She sat at her seat and waited for the rest to settle.
TAGS Sotrila’s Crew Location: USS Sotrila, Command Deck, Observation lounge
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Post by Captain Stanton Briggs on Mar 30, 2014 17:57:48 GMT -5
Location: Sortila Deck 2 Observation Lounge
Stanton gave the admiral a silent nod then strode into the observation lounge. He had heard the end of a conversation between Photan and Grant. Lieutenant Commander Rai was there sitting attentively PADD in hand as usual. Jessica of two Dawns, also known as daughter of Admiral Grabfoot of two Dawns scurried in just ahead of Stanton and the admiral. Kate stood up and announced: "Captain on deck!" Stanton knew that admiral being the ranking officer, it should have been he that was announced, but referencing the previous conversation with Admiral Grabfoot of two Dawns, he knew there was history between them. "As you were!" Stanton announced before walking to the front of the room.
Before we begin, I'd like to make a couple of announcements. The first is to welcome Lieutenant Commander Haemis McTavish to our crew. He will be our Chief Engineer, and your first duty Commander McTavish will be to do a full crew assessment and evaluation of your staff. I need to know if you need personnel replaced before we shove off in 12 hours." He nodded to McTavish and paused for the information to be assimilated. "Secondly," He said turning to Grant. "I'd like welcome Sargent Major Patton Grant to our crew. If the name sounds familiar it should. Major Grant just lost his father in the attack on the CRV Star Base. Major Grant will be taking over the duties of Executive Officer. Commander Photan will be assuming the duties of Chief of Security and Second Officer. Welcome Major Grant, Commander McTavish, and thank your Commander Photan for aiding in this transition." [/i] He looked back at the Admiral who stood silent. "This was not the reason that I called this staff meeting." He stopped to think about his wording for the next part of his speech. "I mentioned the word 'attack' when I talked of what happened to the CRV station. I know by now everyone has read or heard about the findings of starfleet's investigation. I will say it here only once. I don't agree with it, and I will make it my goal to find the truth if it takes me the rest of my life. In the meantime, I've been ordered by starfleet to capture or kill the Legacy, more specifically her Commander: Admiral Anya Rothschild. This is obviously a herculean task. Starfleet has also given us the services of Admiral Grabfoot of two Dawn's ship the USS Thunder. I expect you all to fulfill your duties in an exemplary fashion. Everyone ready yourself for the mission dismissed!"
Stanton looked Kate directly in the eye, giving her a 'my ready room when you are ready to talk' look. He walked out of the observation lounge knowing everyone involved knew what this mission meant. He knew that would need time to make arrangements and talk to family. They all knew that some of them, perhaps all of them, would not be returning.
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Post by k8te on Mar 30, 2014 19:26:15 GMT -5
Immediately after they were dismissed; Kate stood quickly, her composure less controlled and anger flared. She knew damn well who was this Patton Grant regardless of not meeting him prior but she knew of his parents. The arrogant Samuel Grant and that damn woman An’nux. Yet again! An’nux is favored over her. Before she left the observation lounge she took a moment and lean in to Patton’s ear. “You consider yourself human but remember what part of you accelerates your status.” As she conveyed he’s blood half being ‘Drak’ and not just anyone but An’nux. “Sir.”
“Captain!” She respectfully uttered with a tone of right now, “I will be in your Ready Room.” Kate let herself in to Captain Briggs’s Ready Room; she paced about the room and the temperature of the room began to warm. The heat was emanating from her body and her eyes were glazing over with a dark shade. As soon as the captain would enter. Kate would quickly say, “I was promised a position on this starship by the late Director General. I did not kneel on the floor for nothing!” Humans and their betrayal was all she could gather in her mind. Though there was something that held her from doing what is Kate was known for. This ship, the Sotrila was the only place she could call home away from home. She had history with this ship and what was left of the generations that had remained aboard her corridors.
“I understand he is dead.” She looked in to Stanton’s eyes, “Do you need a sexual slave?” Kate slowly walked towards ‘her’ Captain. “I’m skilled in many ways, unfortunately the late Director can’t validate my pleasuring skills.” She smirked with a less rageful stance. Kate’s eyes were nearly all solid black, “So Captain? What do you want from me, yeah?”
TAGS Stanton Briggs Location: USS Sotrila – Captain’s Ready Room
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Post by Captain Stanton Briggs on Mar 30, 2014 20:18:55 GMT -5
Location Sortila Captain's Ready Room.
Stanton left Admiral Grabfoot of two Dawns to speak with his daughter. He didn't want Commander Photan to suffer any more indignities than he'd already put her through. He walked into his ready room, and he could sense the change in temperture in the room. His first instinct was to check his environmental controls, but something stopped. He felt this moment would shape his relationship with his fiery officer. She was pacing as he entered, and spoke immediately when she saw him. “I was promised a position on this starship by the late Director General." She said. He didn't know what was promised to her, but this was the first time that she had shown a spark of any emotion above flippancy. " I did not kneel on the floor for nothing!” He was disturbed by this as he didn't know the Director General well enough, but there were things he now needed to know.
Stanton held fast even when her eyes began to change. It was as if the room was changing to match her mood. He could feel power emanating from her. It was power that had brought many to heel. “Do you need a sexual slave?” She said in a sultry, but dark voice. She began to approach him with a familiarity to the situation and the expected response. “So Captain? What do you want from me, yeah?” He looked into her eyes with an ebony glow."
"What I want," He finally spoke. "Is for you to regain your composure. This is not a punishment. If I were punishing I'd bust you down to ensign. I don't know what 'deal' you had with the Director General, but I can tell you that the only deal that I had was to get the mission done." He didn't back away from her nor move his eyes from her gaze. "Commander Photan," He addressed her formally to establish his role in this was not personal or sexual. "I did not do this with some ulterior motive to bed you. I did this because Major Grant has a recognizable name that will give me weight with the crew and with starfleet. Also, this man is boiling over with a thirst for revenge. I want him close to me so that I can control that thirst and point it where it needs to go. In the meantime, your skills are perfect for security. I need you to be able to move around Legacy unnoticed and use your special talents to get me intel on the Legacy systems."
TAGS: Katherine Photan
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