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Post by Lt Jessica Bensen Of~Two Dawns on Apr 8, 2014 17:46:17 GMT -5
( Sorry for the delay in posting. Perhaps this could be a backpost..? )
She continued to stand by Kate and the kid jr Grant bared their teeth at each other with the captain in the middle. Cooler heads seems to prevail as Kate backed down saying something about her disgrace. Jessica felt that Kate had disgraced herself when she up and left her father, Grab Foot, but that's all ancient history and something between them. Jessica followed Kate as she turned and left the bridge, hearing a couple moments later "Get your ass in my office." Her attention moved back to the captain, seeing him looking at the Grant kid. For a moment, she thought the captain had been talking to her, but then evidently not.
As soon as the two officers disappeared into the Captain's ready room, she turned to look at the two burly officers that held each of her arms and the aid that still had the phaser at her back. With a quick flick of her tail, she snaps the phaser away from the surprised aid, then shoves both burly men away from her, with a pulse of heat coming from her hands "Step off me." The security men attempted to grab her again "I said step off! That's an order!" She said, raising her hand to slap, or cuff, the nearest one but didn't
One security Officer looked a bit confused "..but the captain said.." She cut him off "The Captain is off the bridge, and so is the so called First Officer. When they are off the bridge, I am in command as second officer. Now, if you don't want a take an assisted trip down to sickbay, do as I say." Her gaze then shifted to the Aid who had just picked up the phaser and pointed it at her. She smiles sweetly at the aid, but her eyes threw fiery daggers "Unless you want to continue breathing, put that thing away and go do something for the captain instead of trying to shorten your life by taunting me."
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Post by LtCmdr Mehrunissa Rai on Apr 9, 2014 12:04:58 GMT -5
Posted by LtCmdr Mehrunissa Rai
"Lieutenant?" Mehrunissa addressed the felinoid tactical officer. "They consider you a threat and you're not doing a very good job of convincing them otherwise. They also know the difference between rank and authority. You may outrank them, but you currently haven't been given the authority to override their standing orders."
Jessica glared at Mehrinissa with a look that said she would likely be included in the slaughter when Jessica was finally let go.
"When the captain and/or first officer are off the bridge, no one is in command unless they've been designated as such. If you want these nice gentlemen to let you go, you might want to calm down and ask them nicely. That is, unless you would rather wait until the captain returns?"
The security officers, who had been about to comply following Jessica's outburst, stilled and stood expectantly, awaiting Jessica's response.
Location: USS Sotrilla, Bridge Tag:: Lt Jessica Benson of~Two Dawns
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Post by Lt Jessica Bensen Of~Two Dawns on Apr 9, 2014 13:26:26 GMT -5
She heard someone else speak to her, and her head swiveled toward the speaker's voice, her eyes falling on the black head-furred ( hair ) beauty at the communications console. "Regardless of who's in command, I just want them to let me go. I pose no threat to the ship or them.. yet. I thought I was rather calm at the moment, at least I am giving them a choice of letting me go willingly or do I have to use stronger force on them."
Jessica's expression turned from a glare to one of an irritated scowl "I am not accustomed to being man-handled, and I use the term loosely, being forced to keep my peace when I am attempting to perform my tasks to get ready for the mission. Seeing the Captain, supposed new First Officer and the former first Officer squabble like children defeats the parameters of said mission, does it not?" Jessica then turned to each of the security officers keeping a hold on both of her arms, then back to the communications officer, asking her "If I promise to be a good little girl.." Sarcasm dripping off every word "..will they let me go..?" Before I toss them into the nearest bulkhead, she thought as an after-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 Apr 9, 2014 17:12:04 GMT -5
Location: Sortila’s Bridge, Outside Captain’s Ready Room
Patton watched the Commander bark at the Captain, and wanted to intercede again at the disrespect for the rank that was due, but he also knew his place and held his tongue. When she vacated the bridge, he re-slung the fully collapsed polearm and returned to an attention position. He shirked a bit when The Captain barked at him “Get your ass in my office.” He took a deep breath and followed him into the Ready Room.
He stood in front of The Captain’s Desk, at an ‘at ease’ attention, as Captain Briggs addressed him. “Sir,” Patton began “I’m not a diplomat, I’m a combat soldier. That’s all these people need to understand, and it’s all I understand.” He struggled not to shift with the level of discomfort he was feeling. “Request permission to speak freely.” (I’ll assume that he got it given the circumstances and the context in the post.) “I may just be a simple combat soldier, but I’m not stupid. I get part of the reason you did what you did, my ‘name’ has weight behind it…” he paused a bit to regain his composure “… had weight behind it.” He was still dealing with the loss and what happened. “What I don’t understand is the ‘why’…? You’re the Captain of this ship, and your orders are to be adhered to regardless of the opinion or the feelings of the Crew. You don’t need a ‘Grant’ at your side to allow you to do your job, this would seem to create more problems than it would solve.” He tugged on his tunic a bit, straightening it out. “Not to mention, I have no interest or training in command; I’m a Non-Comm in the CRV Storm Trooper Regiment. I’m not a Bridge Officer of a Starship.”
The Captain also addressed the issue that just occurred on the Bridge. Sgt. Mjr. Grant smirked a bit, much like his father as he responded to Captain Brigg’s “Haven’t you ever just met someone and instantly knew you were never going to get along? There’s been a few…” he trailed off. “Look, Sir, that woman, whom I’ve never met before boarding this Ship, has taken every opportunity to insult me and slander my Father that she could. I’ve encountered her twice and she’s insulted me and him twice that amount!” His anger began to rise again, not at Briggs’s, but at the situation in general. He shook his head and rubbed his nose. “I stand for a lot, and I’ll abide by much; but there are something’s that simply can’t simply be ‘let go’. Sir.”
With regards to his inquiry about the weapon Patton initially stopped and had to think about which he was referring to, as he carried two (2) unique ones, but quickly realized he was referring to the pole arm. He drew it again, slowly, in a presentation form to allow Captain Briggs’s to see it. “I got this from my Mother when I got accepted as a Trooper, Sir. She said it was something that would be able to ‘slay the worst beasts the galaxy has to offer’, and something about ‘dimensional beings’; whatever that is.” He turned it around, allowed it to extend its length, then retracted it just the same. “I don’t know a whole lot about it, but I took the leg off of an 8472 in one simple back swing a couple years back. Saved my life.” He re-slung it on his back and acknowledged The Captain’s concern “You’re right about one thing Sir, it is not the weapon of a ‘peace keeper’, it is a weapon of war. In the same fashion that the Storm Troopers are not Starfleet, or even CRV, Security personnel, but are tools of the ‘black op wars’ that nobody wants to talk about and even less people know about.”
Patton wasn’t entirely lying to Briggs’s, there was much he didn’t know and couldn’t attest too, and there were also some things that he did know but was told to never discuss; most of which he didn’t even understand. “I am a grieving son looking for vengeance, as un-Starfleet that is. The CRV gives me that ability in our mission, and your interest in figuring out what happened. CRV Command didn’t give you me and my Troopers to secure your ship or give you a heavy hand in managing your crew. It gave you a blunt, and expendable instrument to be used when you needed it to be, regardless of cost.” He patted the sidearm he had holstered on his right hip, out of habit while standing and mildly relaxing "It’s not the first time that the CRV, not to mention Starfleet Security, had to deal with a ‘rouge’ Officer. Remember Sir, ‘Absolute Power corrupts Absolutely.” He scoffed a bit and a soft smile returned to his face “It’s one of the reasons that my Dad worked to force the Director-General to have the CRV ran by a ‘board’ of Officers, not just the DG himself… What a meeting that likely was.”
Location: Captains Ready Room
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Post by LtCmdr Mehrunissa Rai on Apr 9, 2014 18:26:13 GMT -5
"Two crew members who have demonstrated unique and powerful personal abilities or possess weapons technology unknown to Starfleet, and now this petulant puss, um..miss.", she thought.
Mehrinussa knew that the crew had been hand-picked for this mission, but what kind of mission required this strange mix of personnel and training? She glanced at the door of the captain's ready room as if by doing so, she could make the captain appear and explain everything.
"We can not judge by appearances only, lieutenant. The captain doesn't act without good reason." She spoke to reassure herself as much as to convince Jessica. "I only wish I knew what it was.", she said to herself.
"Would you? Be good,that is?" Mehrunissa met the woman's eyes. "Because whatever is going on, the captain doesn't need us to make it more difficult for him."
Location:USS Sotrila Tag: Lt Jessica Benson of~Two Dawns
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Post by Captain Stanton Briggs on Apr 9, 2014 20:46:46 GMT -5
Stanton listened to Grant ramble on. It was a strange sensation that came over him. A combination of boredom and impatience swept through him like a wild fire. He heard a request to speak freely. Stanton gave a gesture with his hand allowing him to continue. "I have no interest or training in command; I’m a Non-Comm in the CRV Storm Trooper Regiment. I’m not a Bridge Officer of a Starship.” He said as if Stanton hadn't figured that out from his action. He then got on to the subject of Commander Photan. “Haven’t you ever just met someone and instantly knew you were never going to get along? There’s been a few…" He trailed off as if he didn't understand his own feelings. Stanton was looking at someone who had just done something that not even he understood. Look, Sir, that woman, whom I've never met before boarding this Ship, has taken every opportunity to insult me and slander my Father that she could. I've encountered her twice and she’s insulted me and him twice that amount!” He noticed the boy losing control again. It was no wonder Kate was able to manipulate his feelings. She understood them more then he did. . “I got this from my Mother when I got accepted as a Trooper, Sir. She said it was something that would be able to ‘slay the worst beasts the galaxy has to offer’, and something about ‘dimensional beings’; whatever that is.”. This was simply an answer not an explanation. “I am a grieving son looking for vengeance, as un-Starfleet that is. The CRV gives me that ability in our mission, and your interest in figuring out what happened. CRV Command didn’t give you me and my Troopers to secure your ship or give you a heavy hand in managing your crew. It gave you a blunt, and expendable instrument to be used when you needed it to be, regardless of cost.” He continued on, and Stanton listened to the entire speech. No, it was less a speech and more an outpouring. He was begging to be allowed to stay in the world he was familiar. To be allowed to hang on to his anger and thirst for vengance. A thirst to be released an pointed at a target like a mindless weapon. That's what he wanted, but that was the last thing the Stanton was going to give him. He wanted blood he would get it, but he would also learn the price that such thirst demand. A payment of no less than your soul. Kate knew that cost and paid it gladly. Not because she didn't care, but because she didn't know what she was giving up. Patton on the other hand knew, and whether he liked it or not he was going to learn. He would learn the cost of the 'black pudding' of revenge until it choked him.
Stanton paused for a long moment after he finished. He looked on Patton not with anger,but disappointment. He looked on him as a teacher looked to a student who had given them the wrong answer in class. Not because they didn't know the answer, but because they didn't want to look too 'smart'. He slid to two bar pins across his desk. "I intended to give you those as a congratulation," He said calmly. "One of the last acts your father did was request a temporary commission for you." He took a deep breath and put his hands in a steeple position. "I gave you those because once you put those on, there will be no turning back. Son, I asked you direct questions and what you gave me in return are excuses mixed in half truths. Telling me that your 'mother' gave you a weapon that should not exist is an answer, but its not the complete truth." He stood up to look him directly in the eye. "You let Commander Photan control you, own you. A few angry words about your father and you are ready to draw weapons on an open bridge? Boy, you were born on a starship with regulations being told to you like bedtime stories. You damn well know better." He said slamming his first on the desk. "Do you want to know what I was doing at the starbase?" He said waiting a slight moment. "I was going to meet with Director General Marchurian and Your father to get the full perameters of this mission. There was an entire star base destroyed to keep me from finding out why we were going after Anya Rothschild. He put Commander Photan on this ship for that mission. I believe, no I know that what happened to you on that bridge has something to do with it. And do you want to know something else?" He smiled slightly. "She knows more about it than you do. She pushed you because she knew how you would react. Its more than 'got angry', and it's a hell of a lot more than 'she don't like me.' So I'm gonna say it once more boy. Whatever you know about what happened to you, its time to talk. Not just for your sake, but for the sake of Sortila. Because if you don't, I think we will all be dead before we 'get' to the Legacy."
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Post by Lt Jessica Bensen Of~Two Dawns on Apr 9, 2014 21:28:07 GMT -5
Location: USS Sotila, Command Deck's Tactical station
One of the advantages of having a father that could sense things no normal felinoid could, who also had a father that had been but then returned to being the race of his birth, a Betazoid. Then when said father mates with one of the individuals the black haired beauty is thinking of, one that has enough mental powers to blow the mind of any Betazoid in the galaxy, the union would, could and did create some unique mental gifts.
Her mind, her telepathic and empathic abilities would rival that of the most mentally gifted Betazoid. In other words, she heard the thoughts of the communications officer, about her being petulant. She didn't have to delve into another's mind to gain information or know when someone is thinking of her. Those thoughts come freely on their own.
She nods a little, a look if humor coming across her felinoid features "Petulant." She spoke aloud "I haven't heard that term in a while but I do suppose it runs in the family. As for judging by way of appearance, I try not to, If I can help it. It's the way I was raised, although I have noticed that most humans judge by outer appearance and all they see of me is just a walking, talking fur ball and that irks by petulant attitude."
Jessica's eyes were met by Rai's and She held the gaze "I do know somewhat what is going on with my.." She paused slightly then continued "..The annoying commander that left and the wonder boy visiting the Captain. There is a rivalry between the two of them that the Captain doesn't need, especially on this mission. We need to pull together if we are to capture the traitorous Admiral. If we are not united, this mission will fail. i was simply reminding the Captain of that. Perhaps I should have chosen a moment to remind him. As for being good, ma'am.." yes, Jessica seen the Lt Cmdr's insignia on Rai's collar "..Yes, I'll be good, but when the time comes to be bad, I'll be better at doing such."
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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 Apr 10, 2014 17:59:48 GMT -5
Location: Captains Ready Room
Patton had tried to deescalate the tension in the room with explanations, stories and in most instances the truth, but Captain Briggs was having none of it. Patton smirked though, and felt a pleasant feeling when Briggs mentioned that his father had ‘requested’ a commission for him. His father, much like his grandfather, never really liked giving orders unless they had to, they always preferred to ‘ask’ or ‘request’ something to be done, and to simply have their personnel follow that request out of respect or duty. Like them, he preferred to leave the orders for the battlefield where there was no time for pleasantries.
“Sir, there was not ‘turning back’, as you put it, the minute me and my Troopers boarded this ship. We’re here to do a job, as we were ordered to do, and will do it as you order us to do.” He took a deep breath, and felt ashamed, as it started to sink in how his losing his temper had resulted in such a horrible outburst on the bridge. The Captain was right, that was a royal Feth-Up there.
He listened as Briggs told him why he had been heading to the Starbase, and more and more of the pieces started falling together. He hurt even more as he’d been enroute to see his father for the first time in almost a year, due to his duties in the Storm Troopers… and his mother was possibly there to meet him as well… He’d not heard from his mother since the accident either, but that was beyond classified; like a lot of things. He forced himself to hold his composure.
Patton heard Stanton pull at his ‘duty to ship and crew’, and he pulled hard. But Patton was also stuck upholding orders he’d received from his Father years ago, and even the Director-General himself upon his entrance into Starfleet (not to mention the CRV). There wasn’t much choice for Patton to get out of this conversation without falling back on the basics and, he was sure, would royally irritate Briggs.
“Well Sir, I will tell you that I have never met that woman before in my life. If you’re saying she was put here by my father, I have no reason not to believe you. All I know is that when I’m by her, an intense rage fills me, and like sparking a match in a fume filled space, she did and I blew like a breaching warp core. I am very much embarrassed by my behavior, and for that I apologize.” Clearing his through, and tugging his tunic again, he continued on “As far as my past history, my family history, my ‘exotic’ weaponry and the like, with all due respect Sir, is confidential beyond what you see in my personnel file. Those orders come from the highest authority within the CRV, and not something I like mentioning; I hate cloak and dagger shit.” He coughed and forwarded his hands in a passive gesture at his loose use of language. “Sir. I’ve been more open then I should have already, Sir; I felt I owed you that much.”
He looked down at the pips, and the double gold bars glaring back at him. “If I’m to wear those, Captain, know that my duty is to abide by your orders, and I will do that. Although I’m not a Ship Officer, I will attend to the duties of the Sortila and her crew, as an Executive Officer should; albeit I’ll have my weaknesses in some areas as my technical training is a bit tired.” He forced a weak smile, and continued. “As far as Commander Photan, I’ll be ready for her during our next encounter…” Patton quickly corrected himself “Okay, that didn’t come out right. I’ll will be more ready for her ‘fiery comments’, and will steel myself against them.”
Briggs, intentionally or not, had bothered Sgt. Major Grant a lot. If this Photan knew ‘more’ about him, or understood him better than he did, there was some GREAT concern there. He would definitely have to keep his guard up and pay more attention, something wasn’t right. But also, Briggs’s forceful push that they were at such a great disadvantage against the Legacy and her commander, this Anya Rothschild was another matter. This was compiled with Briggs’s statement that his father purposefully ‘put’ Photan aboard this ship, and himself… Something was dangerously wrong here, and Patton wasn’t sure if he would be able to put all the pieces together or not. He may have to confide in Stanton Briggs at some point if things got to that point, but right now, he needed to take his dressing-down, and his ‘beating’.
He was off to a good start, the former XO essentially wants him dead, and the ship’s Captain saw the worst side of Patton, and has already taken issue with him. He really needed to get to the mess and get a drink…
Location: Captains Ready Room
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Post by Captain Stanton Briggs on Apr 10, 2014 20:51:41 GMT -5
Location: Captain's Ready Room:
He waited for Patton to finish. He was listening to the young officer. As he listened he also watched, watched his movement body language everything that would give him a hint into the psyche of this man. He was not as practiced at lying as Kate was. Patton may not have known his own full potential, but Stanton did. He could feel it in Kate's touch. He saw in the burning obsidian eyes. Stanton knew this, and as Patton spoke he could only think one thing: 'stupid, stupid boy'.“Well Sir, I will tell you that I have never met that woman before in my life. If you’re saying she was put here by my father, I have no reason not to believe you. All I know is that when I’m by her, an intense rage fills me, and like sparking a match in a fume filled space, she did and I blew like a breaching warp core. I am very much embarrassed by my behavior, and for that I apologize.” He heard the words and felt their sincerity. He believed him, but he was still waiting to hear the important questions answered. “As far as my past history, my family history, my ‘exotic’ weaponry and the like, with all due respect Sir, is confidential beyond what you see in my personnel file. Those orders come from the highest authority within the CRV, and not something I like mentioning; I hate cloak and dagger shit.” There was a lot in that statement to be answered, but Stanton patiently waited for him to finish. “Sir. I’ve been more open then I should have already, Sir; I felt I owed you that much.” Then he finally addressed the captain's bars lain before him. He looked at them as if they were a snake about to strike at him. “If I’m to wear those, Captain, know that my duty is to abide by your orders, and I will do that. Although I’m not a Ship Officer, I will attend to the duties of the Sortila and her crew, as an Executive Officer should; albeit I’ll have my weaknesses in some areas as my technical training is a bit tired.” He finally managed a forced smile. “As far as Commander Photan, I’ll be ready for her during our next encounter…” Stanton frown at the implications of that statement. “Okay, that didn’t come out right. I’ll will be more ready for her ‘fiery comments’, and will steel myself against them.”
There was an awkward silence before Stanton seated himself again and spoke. The truth,and I'm sure in your mind you have told me more than you should. I thank you for at least that." He said calmly. "But let's stop and look. The 'highest' authority that 'I'm' aware of in the CRV is dead. The Director General is dead, and your father is dead. Tragedy that it is for you on a personal level it's also a devastating blow for the CRV. I mean who is left? As far as you or I know the CRV is no longer in existence or we may be the only ship star fleet calls CRV anymore. So with that logic, I 'am' the highest level of the CRV. Let's assume I'm not though, and we will because apparently being the Commander of the ship and mission doesn't put you in the 'need to know' loop." He kept his eyes on the young officer. "Son, I didn't just come up out of 'waste disposal'. I'm going to tell you what I know, and when I'm done I will not bring this up again. No matter how hard you struggle with it I will not help." He allowed his words to sink in. "I know that whatever you and Photan are, its not human. At least its not completely human. So that leaves me to sort out on my own why there is an unknown race of aliens on my ship on this mission. Moreover, its a race that apparently keeping secret is more important than anything. The thought of that really pisses me off. It pisses me off, that 'my' star fleet is willing to live in such a world because secrets like these are what will destroy us. It will destroy us because secrets are power. That's why they are kept at the threat of death. My feelings aside, I have you. You don't even understand why you are, and I think that makes you more dangerous than Kate. I will tell you now 'Captain Grant'.I will help you, but you will have do ask for it. When you do I will exact a price, trust. In the mean time, do you duty and follow my orders. When you are ready to stop being a 'blunt instrument', and be the mind behind the weapon. I'll be waiting. Congratulations on your promotions 'captain', now get your ass out there and sort out my bridge."
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Post by Haemis McTavish on Apr 10, 2014 21:00:22 GMT -5
Location: Sol, Earth Orbit, Starbase 001, USS Sotrila, Deck 11, Main Engineering.
A young Ensign hurriedly crossed the threshold of Haemis’s office and stopped realizing she had passed on into his domain without asking permission and slowly backed up. “Sir!” she called to him with a somewhat embarrassed sound in her voice. “My apologies but I’ve brought the box you requested!” she said gesturing to the bright red metallic box in her arms.
She regarded it for a moment, the old stickers which seemed to adorn its outside, the broken carry handle, and the large dent in its top. Though the paint seemed oddly pristine for an object if its age. His hand came up above the desk like a periscope seeking out anything in site gesturing her forward. “You can set it on the desk Ensign, thank ye!”
She moved across the room and set it down on the glass table top with care, now seeing what he was up too, examining the office chair’s hinge with a small scanner. “Anything I can help with sir?” she asked watching him tool about.
“No lass, I do believe that will be all!” he said as he stood up and gave her a smile. “I’ve got it from here!” he smiled at the box pulling it across the table toward him.
The old tool box had seen many lives and for the longest time was passed down from family member to family member until that family line had more recently stopped, and it was now passed on to him. It was his little secret and the thought of it just made him smile. Slowly he undid the latch, and let the lid fall back. He stared into the opening and into what from a casual observers view would be darkness. It was empty. Never the less he reached inside, “Alright where are ye!” the sound of numerous objects being moved around seemed to echo from within, it sounded as if there was a vast cavern full of objects inside. “Ah!” he said with joy and pulled his hand out. “Ach!” he said in discuss as he now frowned at a rubber ducky. Tossing that item over his shoulder he dove in again this time near elbow deep and once again the sound of many objects being moved about inside could be heard, and now one after the other he began pulling objects out and tossing them over his shoulder, an old wrench, some sort of lubricant, a half eaten sandwich in a plastic bag, a rusty pipe fitting, before finally he had a large gym bag, which took him some time to wrestle through the hole. Haemis regarded the bag and nodded tossing it into the corner of the room. “There we are!”
“Sir,” a voice called from the door. The befuddled face of his assistant engineer met him as he was standing at the door, with two other engineers who had very similar looks on their faces, one of them even had a Tricorder out in his hands. “What is that?”
Haemis frowned, “Don’ ya have work to be gettin on with!” he looked back down at the box, then abruptly back up at them at the door and said in a somewhat stern tone. “No one is to touch me box!” he gestured to his assistant to come forward. “Aye?”
His new assistant nodded too him as he approached. The other engineers saw him peer around Antwan and they very quickly scurried off. “Tool box sir?” Haemis offered the man a smile. “Aye,” he started digging around inside the box. “Twas a gift from a good friend whom passed away some time ago. Was an engineer aboard some vessel full of crazies.” He pulled out a bike inner tube and regarded it. “Yer a cursed thing aren’t ye!” he mumbled to himself as he started digging around inside the box now nearly up to his shoulder. “So, are we set fer push off yet?” he asked as he dug deeper into the box, his head and now nearly his upper torso now into the box.
Antwan stood staring at the sight, slowly bending at the waste to look below the desk noting that nothing was there, he ran his hand below the desk wondering what kind of joke this was. “Aye, sir.” He said simply a grin appearing on his lips. “Is this some sorta test?” he asked shaking his head.
The sound echoing out of the lid past Haemis’s body stopped abruptly, and slowly he backed his way out and met the man’s eye’s. “Lad, tis no joke!” he pulled a box out of the red tool box and it made a slight “Fump” sound just barely passing through the opening. Haemis set it down on the desk next to the Tool box. “Tis a might complicated story, one of these days I’ll tell ya about it!” he grinned and clapped the man on the shoulder. “Right now I’ve gotta change into me work’n cloths.” He ushered the man towards the door and out. “I’ll be on the bridge for launch, you keep an eye on things down here for me right, right.” He slapped the controls on the door causing the normally open doors to slide shut.
Haemis stood there for a moment thinking back on the box and the first time he saw that man climb out of the thing. It was a sight in which they all had a good laugh, but it was how the man had survived whatever ordeal it was that caused him to seek shelter inside the box. He shook his head a moment before walking over to the desk closing the lid on the tool box, and secured the latch. It found a nice home on one of the shelves that was situation next to his desk on the wall, it just so happened to fit nicely in the nook. He had no real fear of anyone messing with it because it would only work and open for him anyhow because they were connected somehow. He didn’t even bother to question it, it just was.
Grabing the bag he pulled out of the box he pulled the zipper back and out came his working cloths. A pair of black pants with several sets of pockets about them, padded knees and a simple cloth belt. A long sleeve white turtle neck shirt, and a black vest with some yellow trim that signified his department. The vest had several pockets and places for tools which he often found handy. It took only a few moments for him to switch out his duty uniform for something he could get dirty in. The last touch, he pulled out a belt which had several pouches attached to it and clipped it around his waist, a larger open pouch which was full of various spanners and other scanning devices too large for the smaller pouches he was ready to fix things. This felt normal and right to him. Chuckling to himself he headed over to the door letting it open once again, he stepped from the office and started heading toward the bridge.
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Sgt. Major Patton S. Grant
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Post by Sgt. Major Patton S. Grant on Apr 10, 2014 21:43:32 GMT -5
Location: Captains Ready Room
Orders were orders, even if the officers who gave those orders fell, it didn’t invalidate them. He sympathized with Captain Briggs’s position, but it didn’t allow him to alter his own.
Patton tensed as Briggs said he wasn’t human, and the jab tore into Patton’s soul deep, about as deep as words could, and then even further. He felt his knees weaken, and all of his resolve to not collapse right then and there shouted at him to stay standing; it also caused his migraine to start coming back. A drink was the minimum he needed.
While he was still reeling from the onslaught he was getting from Briggs, he referred to Commander Photan by her first name, and upon doing so he said aloud, albeit barely audible “Kate… Why do I know that name…” Patton appeared to be thinking of something he’d long forgotten, or never thought was important enough to remember, and his mind rushed to dig through years of information in the hopes of finding something to attach to this sudden ‘peak’ of interest.
Patton slowly reached down, and retrieved the bars and pips. He looked at them in his hand, and stared a moment longer then he wanted to, as he was sure Captain Briggs had noticed as well. He then slowly closed his hands around them, and into his fist. He took a deep breath, and returned to full attention. He acknowledged the Captain, and upon being ordered out of the room to attend to his ‘new’ duties, he simply responded “Aye Sir!” His heals snap-clicked, he about faced, and headed out of the door.
Patton stopped at the doorway, slowly stepped through, but paused long enough to leave Captain Briggs with a thought. Something that Patton probably shouldn’t have said, but felt that he owed Briggs some sense of relief with the weight he was currently carrying. “The CRV was a secretly created organization set aside from Starfleet to deal with those issues that the nobility of The Federation could never face or comprehend. Rest assured sure, ‘your’ Starfleet is just as pure as it was before.” He spoke softly, just enough that Briggs would hear it, but no the bridge crew “Inter Arma Enim Silent Leges…” (Latin for ‘In Times of War, the Law falls silent); an old CRV saying since its creation…
Upon entering the bridge, his bars still in his fist, he addressed the Bridge Crew. “Communications, open a ship wide channel.” One he heard the chime, he gave a short but curt speech. “This is Sergea… Captain Patton Samuel Grant, Executive Officer aboard the Sortila. In accordance with directives from Captain Briggs, I need readiness assements from all primary department heads sooner, rather than later. We’ve all had some trying weeks, but this ship needs to be space worthy, and her crew ready for a fight yesterday. My job is to insure that is accomplished. Department Heads, meet me in my Office outside of the Barracks. That is all.”
He turned and looked at the Tactical Officer immediately, "Please conduct three (3) battle drills through simulations, and complete an immediate weapons inventory. If we’re going into a fight, that information may be the most important.”
He turned to depart the Bridge.
Location: The Bridge
Tags: Captain Briggs, Bridge Crew
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Post by Lt Jessica Bensen Of~Two Dawns on Apr 11, 2014 12:05:55 GMT -5
As soon as the Captain's ready room door open, her body seemed to tingle all over. It wasn't a good tingle, at least she didn't think so. The tingle either marked the return of her wayward mother or the son of the late, deceased, Grant. It felt like she was holding an active wire and the she was stuck, but she could freely move. She through a hiss in the direction of the Captain's ready room, but it was a natural reaction to the "buzz" She got when there was another drak, or half drak around. She also didn't care whether junior Grant heard the hiss or not.
Her ears perked a little as the ship wide comm was opened, eyebrows moving into her hairline as the young Grant corrected himself, calling himself a Captain instead of a Sergeant and the new First Officer. She would have preferred Kate, even though the aforementioned ex-first officer is as flighty as a slice bill. ( a bird native to Sivao, and Eeiauo, with a very sharp beak )
Grant jr seemed to drone on, handing out orders and expecting them to be carried out. His beady eyes met hers as he informed her to conduct a trio of battle drills as well as check the inventory list. Her eyes narrowed a little as Grant stated the obvious "That's quite obvious, Mr Grant, sir as I had came to the same conclusion. I was attempting to check weapons inventory when the fiasco between you and the other woman started and I was.. detained." She commented to the departing Grant, then gave another glare to the two burly security officers that STILL had a hold of each of her arms
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Post by Captain Stanton Briggs on Apr 11, 2014 12:16:41 GMT -5
"][/font]Location: Captain's Raady Room
Stanton watched the young Grant snatch the captain's bars and leave his office. Stanton had one thought on his mind: 'You let him off the hook.'. Stanton's uncle was in the JAG Corp. He took some pre-law studies himself, but decided it was not for him. He allowed the lad his 'grand exit'. Staton was not against allowing someone their dignity. He pushed on Grant for a reason. He knew that this was something that he had probably been told would cost him or someone else his life if he were ever to reveal it. Stanton understood promises. He knew that no matter how either Grant or Kate felt the truth would be out. The two of them would not be able to work together in a prolonged way till it did. He took a deep breath, and finally allowed himself to feel something more than frustration. He looked down at the blood soaked blade now drying red. there were still splatters of blood staining the prestine glass of his desk. He picked the intimidating blade up and held it in his hand. The blade looked intimidating. It had a curve and was serrated. The handle was elaborate. This looked to be a weapon not just to kill but to wear as ornament such as a person fo importance would wear. He saw the blade vibrate and noticed his hands was trembling. He grabbed it to calm himsel. There was an energy coming from the weapon that was paupable. It was like the blade held her residule rage. It was warm to the touch. He stood up and put the blade in a box next to his replicator. He then got himself a glass of water. He refused to drink while on duty. He could see the red splotches of dried blood distored through the water in his class. He drank half the glass in one gulp then sat it down. He took another deep breath and pushed his instincts about aliens out of his mind for the time being. It was time to be a captain again. He pressed the communications button on his console. "McTavish, my office asap." Was all he said, then waited.
Tag: Haemis McTavish
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Sgt. Major Patton S. Grant
Junior Member
"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 Apr 11, 2014 19:09:54 GMT -5
Location: The Bridge
Patton noticed an odd feeling as he passed by Lt. Bensen, much the same feeling he had when he was close to Commander Photan, but there wasn’t such a level of hate there. These feelings bothered him greatly, but he worked to not let it show.
Patton stopped, and turned towards the Lieutenant after she replied. First he started off by addressing the restraining Officers “Let her go.” He wasn’t asking, and he didn’t even need to raise his voice. He then looked at Jessica, “Regardless of your opinions Lieutenant, the ‘other woman’ was the Executive Officer, and still holds the rank of Commander; she will be addressed as such. Is that clear, Lieutenant?”
He then turned to the Lt. Commander that was present behind her, and the two (2) CRV Security Officers “You’re all dismissed and ordered to return to your duties. Commander, a readiness status on ships Security is required as well.”
He turned back and began walking to the turbo lift “Those drill assessments Lieutenant; sooner rather than later.” As the turbo lift descended, he opened a connection with the Ship’s Counselor, and requested her to meet him in his office as well. He needed to know the readiness of the crew, and if there were any other ‘issues’ he needed to be aware of.
He also informed his Squad of Troopers of the details of the change, they chuckled momentarily before regaining their own composure, and acknowledged it with practiced dutiful ease.
Location: Sgt. Major (Captain) Grant’s Office, outside of the Barracks
Tags: Bridge Officers, Ships Counselor
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Post by Haemis McTavish on Apr 12, 2014 0:13:15 GMT -5
Location: Sol, Earth Orbit, Starbase 001, USS Sotrila, Deck 11, Main Engineering.
Haemis stood at the turbolift scratching one of those itches using a spanner he had procured from his tool belt that was near the center of his back and just in that spot no hand could reach. He hated those with a passion. It would appear it was the right tool for this job as it was hitting that spot just right, he paused in mid scratch as his comm. Badge came alive.
“McTavish, my office asap.” It was the Captain’s voice coming through, something did not seem quiet right about it to him but it was one of those days where tensions and stress’s seemed to running high on board. It was only the first few hours of the mission he was beginning to wonder about how this might turn out.
Snaking his other hand up, he hit his badge. “Aye Cap’n, on me way!” he closed the channel after acknowledging the Captains Call.
It was about that time that the doors snapped open to admit him into a turbolift car, he got a few odd looks as he stepped in with the spanner still scratching away at his back. “Deck Two!” he called out to the lift.
The ride was quiet and brief. Stepping off the lift onto the bridge he took a brief look around and nodded noting nothing was damaged, there was a slight look of surprise on his face, he turned and crossed the short distance to the Captain’s Ready Room, and depressed the doorbell.
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Post by Lt Jessica Bensen Of~Two Dawns on Apr 12, 2014 8:49:27 GMT -5
Location: USS Sotrila's bridge, Tactical station
Grant seem to pause at her words then turned to the big goons on each of her arms and told them to let her go, in which they followed that order. She resisted the urge to cuff ( slap ) both men on the side of the head, just barely, but she growled low, warning them she won't be as lenient next time .
She turned her attention back to Grant, her irritation turning to amusement, as he went to explain who the "other woman" is. Wouldn't he be surprised to know HER connection to the commander, she mused. Empathically, she could sense his discomfort around her. Knowing that she is related to the Phontan woman would cause him even more discomfort, she was sure "I am quite aware of who, and what, the commander is, sir. As you say, I will conduct myself as an officer and treat her with respect befitting her rank.. as long as she treats me with the same respect."
With a grunt, she acknowledged the order given that junior Grant wanted the Tactical drill assessments done sooner rather then later. When the TL doors closed on the departing Grant, she breathed a sigh of relief as the 'live wire' feeling she got in Grant's presence finally let her go. As she turned back to the tactical station, she glanced back toward the TL once again as another male exited the lift and onto the bridge. This one is fully human, a normal human, she mused as she noted the slight look of surprise come across his expression, as if he expected the bridge to be damaged in some way. Her attention moved again, where she would finish the weapon's inventory and then start the first tactical drill exercise.
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Post by Captain Stanton Briggs on Apr 12, 2014 8:52:12 GMT -5
Captain's Ready Room
"Come in." Stanton said simply. Not standing on ceremony, Stanton began to speak. "I looked over your records, so I know the re-assignment will not cause any undo stress to you." He spoke quickly as he gestured to his seat. He could tell already that he would like this man. He noticed the grease and grime that was the look and smell of a starship. Not the polished and practiced look of a bridge or her officer, but the heart of the ship. The part the mattered, and gave it life. Stanton noticed that he didn't look the worse for wear considering the circumstances of his arrival. "I want to commend you on returning that assessment in half the time that I asked for it. It is good to see a few things running well." He said as he looked over his file for the more recent events. "I called you up here to ask you a few questions about you. How are you feeling after the attack on the station, and have you been to sickbay yet?"
Tag: Haemis Mctavish
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Post by Doctor Roger Quigg on Apr 12, 2014 14:21:00 GMT -5
Location Sortila Sickbay
Roger was summoned, at least thats how he felt it was. He enjoyed his life. Working at starfleet medical kept him home, and safe. He still had his bag on his shoulder, but settling into quarters could wait. Who did this 'Captain Briggs' think he was? Captain Ahab was more like it according to the scuttlebutt he'd heard as he walked to sickbay. Roger had everything he needed at star fleet medical. A job that wasn't too hard, but paid well and gave him loads of time. As he walked into sickbay, a frown crossed his face. It was a 'mess'. All of the supplies had not been sorted. They were still in the containers as if they had just come from the station. A cardassian nurse walked up to him with a hand on her hips. "So." She said. "Are you going to stand there, or do you plan to help us. The chief will be on the ship in an hour, and I'd like to get his sickbay organized."
Roger smiled in amusement. "How long have you been here?" He asked as he pushed his bags into a corner, and rolled up his sleeves.
She smiled pushing her raven hair behind her ear. At second look, she was only part Cardassian he could see human traits. "Look, leave the flirtations for later. If we don't have this sickbay in shape when the Doctor gets her we'll both be in trouble."
"Ok," Roger finally acknowledged. "No need to get anyone in trouble." He began unpacking the boxes and putting the various drugs and supplies in their place. This should have already been done. He wondered who was CMO before him.
"I don't know, but I agree." The cardassian nurse said.
"What?" Roger turned to her.
"You were asking yourself who was in charge of this place before right?" She smiled feciciously.
"Are we adding 'telepath' to your list of talents?" He said nervously.
"No," She bragged. "You are way too easy to read,and I asked the same question when I saw this mess. There are a few officers that have come by either from engineering to check systems or officers checking in to be cleared medically. From what they have told me, there hasn't been a CMO yet. When Briggs was given this command the crew wasn't complete. The Chief Engineer just came on board too."
"That was more information than I had," He smiled. "Thanks. So, you've told me about everything but you. What is your name?"
"We honestly don't have time," She sighed. "But if it will stop you, Its Illiana Bourne. Doctor Iliana Bourne."
"If you are a doctor why are you holding a nurse position here?" He queried
"That's a good question, and I have a great answer." She said as she stopped working. He had apparently struck a nerve. "I have been trying to get on a star ship for a year. I finished star fleet academy, and decided I wanted to go to Cardassia to help with some of the post dominion war problems. I finally ready for duty and action from an 8 month leave and couldnt' get assigned. I tried to volunteer for CMO, but the captain had already chosen his cnadidate. So I took head nurse to get assigned hoping I could move up eventually. What about you? How'd you get here?"
"I don't know," he admitted. "I was quite happy with my job."
"Really?" She went back to work. "What did you do?"
"I worked at Star fleet medical." He said leaving it at that.
"Ok," she said curiously. "What did you do?"
"Is it really that important?" He deflected.
"Yes." She turned to him. "If I have to you my whole story so do you. I want to know what job you had that was so fulfilling."
"Fine." He returned. "I was chief phlebotomist."
"What?" She said suprised.
"Chief Phlebotomist." He said proudly. "A phlebotomist.."
"I know what a phleobomist is, you draw blood." She said looking at him as if he were a bottle out of place. "I just didn't know that there was a position in star fleet called 'chief phlebotomist. Do you have a staff of 'blood suckers?" She said giggling.
"No," He said almost insulted. "I had a staff of myself another doctor and nurses."
"Wny would they need a staff for this anyway?" She said as she continued working.
"Admirals, Generals and other high ranking official don't trust anyone to draw their blood." He said
"Ok," She finally laughed. "Now I've heard it all."
"You'd be surprised how many of them are scared of having it done." He smiled himself.
"Yes," She said. "I think I would."
They finally finished with their work,and the sickbay looked almost decent. "I can't make you Chief Medical officer," Roger finally spoke. "but I have an opening for and Assistnt Chief, are you intersted."
"I don't know," She looked him up and down. You don't look very smart. You look like the 'more brawn then brains type."
"I'm a lot smarter than I look." He picked his bags back up.
"In my experience," She smiled. "no man is. Get into your office Doctor, I'll take care of your sickbay."
"I trust that you will." He smiled as he headed for his office.
"I'll call you if we need any blood drawn." She said as she turned to begin organizing the staff. Roger knew it was in good hands, and he had a lot of catching up to do. No more easy jobs. He thought, but maybe a less boring job.
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Post by Haemis McTavish on Apr 12, 2014 19:48:59 GMT -5
ocation: Sol, Earth Orbit, Starbase 001, USS Sotrila, Deck 2, Captains Ready Room
“Come in”
He was greeted by the Captains voice to which he surged forward entering the man’s office he took a once around the room look as he approached his Captain. Who seemed to get right to the point, as was his earlier observation! He nodded and approached the desk and gladly took the seat across from his captain as he began to speak, he spent a lot of time on the go so sitting was always a treat.
“I want to commend you on returning that assessment in half the time that I asked for it, it’s good to see a few things running well.” The man was glancing over some data regarding it carefully, “I called you up here to ask you a few questions about you. How are you feeling after the attack on the station, and have you been to sickbay yet?”
Haemis’s eyebrow arched in curiosity a bit confused by the first question. “Questions sir?” he shifted a bit uneasy in his chair at the mention of the station. “I’m coping sir, got a wee bug or two in the system I suppose ya could say but the wee lass that has been assigned to keep a watchful eye on me is determined to make sure I’m right as rain!” he nodded as if only to reassure himself, his body language spoke for itself he was not too sure himself but he was certainly trying to hide that fact. “Sickbay? No sir, not as of yet. I wanted to make sure things were well with the ship before allow’n meself the time to visit the dungeon.”
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Post by Captain Stanton Briggs on Apr 13, 2014 19:27:07 GMT -5
Location Captain's Ready Room
He looked up from his report as McTavish spoke. He noticed that his movement did not match his words. He shifted in his chair trying to appear comfortable, but he looked far from it. Stanton wasn't sure if it was from nerves or injury. . “I’m coping sir, got a wee bug or two in the system I suppose ya could say but the wee lass that has been assigned to keep a watchful eye on me is determined to make sure I’m right as rain!” The engineer responded. It struck Stanton as something someone said when trying to avoid deeper query. “Sickbay? No sir, not as of yet. I wanted to make sure things were well with the ship before allow’n meself the time to visit the dungeon.” He finished. Stanton looked down at the desk again then up to McTavish. "I read the information that star fleet had given." Stanton replied. "Apparently, she is a condition of your release. I'm personally fine with that, but I still want you visiting both our ship's counselor, and sickbay regularly." He took a sip of water. "I've pushed myself back on duty before I should once or more in my career, and if you want to play that game I won't stop you. However, if it affects your duties in any way I'll throw you on the shelf so fast you'll get ass burns. Are we clear?"
TAGS: Haemis McTavish
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Post by Haemis McTavish on Apr 13, 2014 22:23:09 GMT -5
Location: Sol, Earth Orbit, Starbase 001, USS Sotrila, Deck 2, Captains Ready Room
“I read the information that Starfleet had given. Apparently, she is a condition of your release. I’m personally fine with that, but I still want you visiting both our ship’s counselor, and sickbay regularly.” He watched the man pause briefly to take a sip of water. “I’ve pushed myself back on duty before I should once or more in my career, and if you want to play that game I wont’ stop you. However, if it affects your duties in any way I’ll throw you on the shelf so fast you’ll get ass burns. Are we clear?”
The bluntness of the man’s last statement caught Haemis off guard, he shifted a bit uneasy. “Understood sir, I will make arraignments to see the councilor and speak with the doctor about a check up and any kind of requirements he might have of me.” He paused considering his next words very torn on going into the subject of the space station. He stood up and moved back behind the chair’s and started to pace nervously. “I understand yer concern sir, and I thank ye for it. I believe that I am fit fer duty, if I did na think I was ready to come back believe me sir I would have asked for an extended leave,” he stopped his movement briefly. “Honestly, I’m angry!” his voice moved up a notch. “No, no, I’m beyond that! I’m bloody furious!” he began moving nervously again, his voice was slowly elevating. “What bloody happened on that station was real! Starfleet sweep’n it under tha rug is beyond me, that’s not me Starfleet!” he stopped “Those bastards wanna save face in the public eye, that’s fine by me but not acknowledging what happened to those people, and to me!” he jabbed a finger into the air. “Tis maddening!” he shook his head. “Tis not me fault!” he muttered which seemed to be more to himself, he continued on turning to face the man. “By the by, I’m more than will’n to do me duty sir to bring those who are responsible back to justice or to the afterlife, then I am ready! I am focused.” He nodded as if matter of factually. “I will be fine, and if not I’m sure that lass will let ye know as she’s got me on a tight leash.” He gestures to the device behind his ear. “She’s probably stand’n outside right now debate’n on if she should be come’n in here now to make sure I don’t have a bloody aneurysm.” He gestures to the door over his shoulder with a thumb.
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