Admin
Command Staff
Section Admiral
Polly O'Shasserra
Posts: 22
|
Post by Admin on Nov 4, 2006 12:31:33 GMT
Admiral Polly O'Shasserra had been busy, very busy ..
She had come out to the Phoenix Sector from Star Fleet Command, to become the Commanding Officer of the newly Commissioned Star base Resurrection, and her pride and joy, the Nova class Starship assigned to the base, the USS Dark Phoenix ...
Now the Star base was getting established in the sector, both trade, and the number of permanent residents, increased quickly. Ships from several races now seemed to be docked at sometime or another. The promenades were always busy with the hustle and bustle of buyers and sellers ..
The Dark Phoenix was currently the only ship permanently assigned to the Star base, And she was on her way home ... Polly had already met several friends and family of crew members and the Homecoming party seemed as if it was going to be a good one .. On a sad note, she had also met the Father of Ensign Chloe Gill, one of the Officers killed at the hands of the Wahiri. He was here to take his Daughter's body back to Earth .. He had been given more private quarters, close to Command, and had requested to meet both Captain Brahms and his Klingon Executive Officer .. Admiral O'Shasserra had done all she could, assuring him that Brahms would want to meet with him as his Daughters Commanding Officer.
Alone in the turbo lift she sighed, wondering when the rest of her Administration and Command staff were going to arrive, deciding to contact Star Fleet personally when she got the time .. 'This is much too big a place to run alone' she thought resignedly as she entered Command.
Heading straight across the Command Center, she spoke briefly to one of the staff ..
"How far out is the Dark Phoenix now Ensign ?"
"Sixteen hours forty two minutes Admiral."
"Check with the Dock Master that everything is ready for their arrival .. I'll be in my office if needed."
"Aye Admiral."
'Oh for the time my staff relax a little' she thought, grinning as she sat at her desk .. sighing once again as she picked up the next PADD, and the next job on her long, long list ..........
posted by : MB
|
|
|
Post by Commander Peter Horn on Nov 6, 2006 19:33:48 GMT
Standing at the tactical station, Peter watched as Resurrection loomed on the main viewscreen and grew larger and larger as the Dark Phoenix drew nearer. Quietly he moved his hands over his console to power down all weapons systems, and started a level one diagnostic. Once they'd pull up in spacedock, he'd have starbase maintenance run a level four diagnostic if needed.
He was looking forward to going back to Resurrection and be united with his wife and daughter. Early on in the shakedown mission, he'd sent them both back to Resurrection in a shuttlecraft, to get them out of danger. Especially with Harley pregnant again, he wanted them both out of harm's way.
As he listened to K'Nara delivering her report to the section admiral, he caught her glance and raised an eyebrow in return, but said nothing. Unconsciously he rolled his sore shoulder, though Doctor Keller had assured him that he was on the mend. She had insisted on his own system healing him, and his nano's were indeed starting to finally do their job. Yet, he was still sore and he knew he'd be feeling it for a while as Keller refused him any medication as well.
~probably some form of punishment for being stupid~ he thought, casting a sideways glance on Connor. He still didn't like nor trust the science officer, but at least the two men now shared an odd sort of friendship if not a mere mutual respect. And he would certainly take K'Nara up on her offer to train him in the use of a Bat'leth.
But first, he'd spend some time with Harley and Seleya. It was something he'd been looking forward to ever since the order to return to Resurrection had been given. Peter felt the distinct shudder of the moorings being attached to the ship and he glanced up at Brahms and K'Nara. "Permission to depart Dark Phoenix and board Resurrection?" he asked, "my wife and daughter will be anxious to see me." ~and I them~ he added privately, he'd never publicly admit he'd missed them.
|
|
|
Post by Marcus Brahms on Nov 8, 2006 13:16:52 GMT
"Permission granted Commander." said K'nara. "Say hello to Harley and that daughter of yours for me Peter." said Brahms, "Tell Harley I be expecting a nice 'home cooked meal' before the Dark Phoenix leaves Resurrection OK." "Yes Sir .. I'll do that .. Thankyou Captain .. Commander .." Horn replied, nodding at K'nara as he left the Bridge. "Are you going to be meeting with anyone while here Captain. If I'm not being 'too' inquisitive ?" "No .. No I've not made any arrangements to meet anyone. I may well be too busy for socializing. There's work to be done on the Phoenix that I'll have to oversee. Also. I may well try to get some rest .." K'nara knew what Marcus was saying. It was exactly the sort of thing she had come to expect from Humans. Even so, she felt compelled to extend an invitation ... "You are more than welcome to join Lieutenant James and Myself for .. A meal .. I you so wish." "I may take you both up on that before we leave. Thankyou .. You and Connor seem to make a good team." Brahms said, a little lost for words. "Hmm ..." was K'nara's cynical reply, before continuing, "Well .. If I am no longer required Captain. There are a few thing's I would like to get from my quarters before going onto the Star base." "No .. Go right ahead Commander. And thankyou for your contribution to the mission. I'm looking forward to our working together again. I'll see you at the Admiral's de-brief." "As do I Captain." she said, heading for the turbo lift. The Bridge was now empty of crew, just one or two service engineers were up here working. Marcus sat quietly in the Command area for a few moments, watching the view-screen, which suddenly seemed to be having some sort of problem.. 'Need to get that seen to' he thought to himself as, getting up he switched the massive screen off. Which was promptly turned back ON by a frowning and slightly annoyed technician, who was apparently here re-calibrating it ... "Sorry." Brahms said apologetically as he entered his office .......... < tag : All >
|
|
|
Post by Mel D'BrooNi on Nov 8, 2006 15:18:27 GMT
“Ready?” Brooks asked Mel picking up her bag as she battled with Nobu to put his lead on. It dawned on her how much he had grown since Tay forced him on her. The Cairn pup had realised something was different and was rather excitable.
“Come on Nobu,” she said softly. Brooks laughed at her and put the bags down. “Let me try.” Strangely enough the Cairn behaved himself immediately and her boyfriend stood up handing the lease to her.
“Humm,” she muttered.
“Shall we?” Brooks asked again, putting an arm round her as they stepped out of her quarters into the corridor. Deciding to take the walk way rather than risk an excitable puppy in the transporter.
Stepping on to the star base, Nobu suddenly made his first bark. Mel’s neck snapped round to see the beaming faces of her mother and Tay as Nobu started bounding off to the 6 year old.
“But how? She asked. She had been expecting them a few days later. “We spoke with Ian when you were fixing your department up one day. We decided to surprise you,” her mum said stepping forward to hug her as Tay started playing with Nobu. Mel smiled.
|
|
|
Post by K'nara Corval on Nov 8, 2006 16:14:45 GMT
K’Nara arrived at her Dark Phoenix quarters pleasantly surprised to see Connor in there reading from a PADD. Somewhere along the mission, her quarters seemed to have become their quarters.
“You had a message,” he said simply coming up and hugging her from behind, kissing her neck. Safely back at the star base, Connor seemed to have relaxed somewhat she mused. She knew now his last mission would be over so that no longer prayed on his mind. He was free to just be an officer now. No more secrets. She almost envyed him.
“Really,” she muttered trying not to let him see how much she was enjoying it as she skimmed her eyes over the message in original Klingon from her honorable head of housefather Dukath. The cloak test had gone well, however the anti federation group was certainly growing in numbers. However there was a more pressing matter within the empire at the moment he wished to discuss with her and other house members. The IKC qul taj would be docking soon and he requested a dinner after she had been debriefed.
She felt her shoulders sag at reading the screen as she had a distinct idea what this issue would be. Multek. Connor noticed her sudden change in body language. His level of understanding at klingonese was basic but he didn’t even need to look at it to realise it had upset her.
“What,” he muttered as she turned round in his arms to face him.
“I fear that the unrest in the empire is growing. Dukath will more than likely wish me to go back to Kronos. I think my time on the Dark Phoenix is at an end.”
Connor looked horrified and seemed to pull her closer. “No. I mean why. Your on the exchange programme.”
“I was placed on this as a screen for other reasons you know that.” She said. “One word from Klingon intelligence to the Federation and I will be off it. With the Wahiri and Aasimer seemingly at war with each other now, things are different.”
“No you can’t leave. We are Imzadi K’Nara,” he looked her straight in the eyes. She did not understand completely this Imzadi thing but could tell how important it was to him.
“ Look even if I do want to stay,” she replied forcefully, not voicing out loud how much she had come to love him and him being the prime reason of wanting to stay. She was a Klingon warrior. Honor came first above all things, especially personal feelings, “my loyalty to my house must come first you know that” she stated firmly. He gave her a look that made her nervous but she refused to show it. The look was one seen before . . . when she had been in sickbay after the Wahiri had poisoned her. . It was almost as if he knew what she was feeling sometimes.
Connor nodded looking thoughtful as he moved back, hands on her shoulders, “What if . . . . . what if I was to be part of your house?”
K’Nara raised an eyebrow, not understanding straight away, the full meaning of his words. He pulled one of her hands to him sniffing her fingers then holding it hard so to draw blood from his nails.
“You will need Dukaths approval,” she said shakily out of character as her brain tried to process what was happening. It was all happening so fast but then again everything about them had happened fast.
“I will do everything in my power to keep us together darling,” he vowed with more conviction then she had ever heard in his voice. “Just say yes.”
She nodded; there was no hesitation as she pulled his hand towards her mirroring his movements. “tlhIngan jIH" she roared as she gave into her passion . . . . .
Tag <Connor>
|
|
|
Post by connor on Nov 8, 2006 21:23:52 GMT
Connor gave into the feeling, holding her close and kissing her, a low growl sitting deep in his throat. For her, he would do anything in the Universe, and he was willing to show it. For once in his life, he was unafraid of leaving the shadows. He would take action and prove himself, not only to her, but to himself as well. He wasn't looking for fame or fortune, just to be with the woman of his dreams - K'Nara.
Dukath would probably have objections to the marriage, but once again, Connor was willing to do whatever it took, and he didn't mind upetting someone, no matter who they were. He loved K'Nara and he was d**ned well going to prove it to anyone who doubted.
He kissed her earlobe gently and bit softly, not enough to hurt her, just for the feeling. He placed his forehead against hers and through their link, he showed her his love. The whispered words, his bond to her, rushed out: "I love you, K'Nara..."
And then there were no more words.
Tag: K'Nara
|
|
|
Post by K'nara Corval on Nov 10, 2006 10:08:20 GMT
K’Nara stretched rising up from the bed and eyeing her now fiancé. Klingon rites bonded them, but they would still have to marry within an official Klingon ceremony publically in order to have Connor recognised in her house and the empire. K’Nara knew, Connor had his work cut out for him. She had stubbornly refused to marry anyone Dukath had suggested over the years after what had happened to his son who she had been betrothed to when she was much younger. In truth she had never expected to find love on that level again and had been content to take lovers every now and again and dedicate her life to duty and intelligence in which Corval had traditionally always been a part of. Then she had met Connor and everything had changed.
Dukath had respected her decision with frustration time and time again, though it hadn’t stopped him trying to marry her off. However she imagined he would not be pleased she had changed her mind and now wished to marry someone outside the empire. Connor shifted slightly next to her. She saw several scratches down his arm and round his back. They would bruise no doubt. Caught up on the emotion of everything she had not held back as much as she normally did. Looking down at her own body neither had he, she mused tracing a scratch on her thigh smiling despite the sting.
“Computer what is the time?” she queried.
“It is 15.45 hours,” came the familiar female terran voice. She swore in Klingon as she realised the Admirals briefing was not far off.
Shoving Connor hard, he groaned but her natural irritation was returning ruining what had been a tranquil scene before, well despite the wreckage in her quarters. It not in a Klingon nature to be calm and show love too often, although Connor or perhaps this strange Imzadi link seemed to change her normal behaviour at times. This was not one of them.
He groaned again, eyes flickering open at her as he reached to pull her close again. K’Nara batted his hand away. “No, the Admirals debrief,” she said firmly moving off the bed and reaching for her uniform as Connor sat up looking groggy muttering “huhhh.”
She located his uniform throwing it at him, “Come, we must hurry.” She said dressing quickly.
“Yes dear,” Connor muttered . . . . . .
Tag <Connor/ Admiral>
|
|
|
Post by connor on Nov 10, 2006 18:21:15 GMT
Connor muttered softly, trying to piece together what it was she expected him to do. Something about an Admiral? Debriefing an Admiral? He reached for her and she pushed him away, helping him sit up. He groaned softly, stretching and piecing it together. Then his uniform was unceremoniously hit him in the face and K'Nara spoke as he grabbed it: "Come, we must hurry"
He muttered softly, and rather than mutter about letting him sleep, he shrugged: "Yes, dear..." He dressed and stood, stretching and walking over to the replicator: "Raktajino. Two" Taking the mugs, he presented one to K'Nara, and took one for himself. He started drinking it and sighed as the caffeine and other stimulants gave him the boost he needed and took a deep breath. He looked at her: "Do we have time for something real for breakfast, or just grab something else from the replicator?"
OFF: Tag K'Nara
|
|
|
Post by Dr. Sianna Keller on Nov 10, 2006 19:07:56 GMT
Doctor Sianna Keller was growing tired of staring at the drab and dull area that made up Dark Phoenix's sickbay. She had expected Captain Brahms to report back in for a final check-up hours ago, but again he was a no-show.
Then she remembered there was a staff debrief about to commence. "Computer, dress uniform, medical," she ordered, and her holographic appearance changed immediately.
As she hurried through the corridors, she recognized the figure striding a few paces before her. "Captain!" she called, but the person didn't stop. "Marcus Brahms you stop there right now!" Her voice carried through the empty corridor and Marcus Brahms stopped dead in his tracks, looking somewhat startled.
"You missed your appointment this morning," Sianna admonished him as she caught up with him, "very convenient how you seem to avoid me huh?" She offered him a mock-glare as she stared deep into his eyes.
It was now or never, when nobody was about. In the spur of the moment, she smacked him up against the wall and kissed him deeply and passionately. "I've been wanting to do this ever since this ship set sail," she breathed in his ear, then kissed him again, leaving him no room to back out.
|
|
|
Post by Commander Peter Horn on Nov 10, 2006 19:44:50 GMT
With his pack slung over his shoulder, Peter hurried through the corridors of the Dark Phoenix, towards the hatch that'd finally lead him towards his family. In his haste, he wasn't quite looking where he was going and literally knocked both K'Nara and Connor off their feet.
In a tangle of arms and legs, the three went down, with Peter apologizing profoundly for his carelessness. He dusted off his clothing and retrieved his pack, when he noticed something from the corner of his eyes.
Pressing one finger to his lips, he motioned for the other two officers to follow his gaze. There, the three of them witnessed their captain in a most unusual and helpless position, as they watched their holographic doctor press him up the wall.
"Almost looks like a Klingon ritual," he whispered, raising an eyebrow at his Klingon companion. "Now, excuse me I have a wife waiting for me at the airlock."
Peter brushed past the two stunned officers and ran towards the hatch. He'd barely emerged when he was knocked off his feet again by his now one-year old daughter Seleya, followed closely by Harley.
The Vulcanoid looked his wife over as a rare smile appeared on his face. "Harley, you look stunning," he whispered as he drew her into a careful embrace. Her pregnancy was starting to show now, though it was only just visible. Carefully, he placed a hand on her abdomen. "How do you feel?"
"Amazing," Harley breathed, as she watched Klingon and Humanoid emerge from the hatch. "Aren't you going to introduce me to your friends?" She was of course already introduced at the party, but that was now nearly four months ago. Harley didn't expect them to recognize her.
Peter scowled, muttering something about Connor hardly being a friend. "Commander Connor, K'Nara. I would like you to meet my wife Harley and my daughter Seleya."
Upon seeing the Klingon, Seleya buried her face into her father's shoulder, shrieking in terror.
|
|
|
Post by K'nara Corval on Nov 10, 2006 20:35:23 GMT
"Do we have time for something real for breakfast, or just grab something else from the replicator?" Connor asked.
“Replicator,” she growled annoyed. She would of preferred a good breakfast sat down but it wasn’t to be.
Connor nodded and returned with what looked like some sort of Terran pastry for him and passed a plate of moving Gagh to her. “Good choice. A hearty breakfast,” she said with approval. Once they had eaten, they headed out into the corridors in the direction of the connecting hatch to the station.
“Dukath wishes me to dine with him and other house members,” K’Nara said. “I would like to introduce you to him before that occurs.”
Connor took her hand in his, sensing her worry for him and her parents within the house of Corval. This matter had to be handled delicately, Connor had to find a way to impress and gain Dukath’s trust or K’Nara and her family may end up dishonored.
“I will find away to convince him I am worthy of you . . . . .” Connor was interrupted as Peter Horn suddenly appeared out of nowhere and knocked them over. K’Nara made a noise of supreme irritation as Connor landed on top of her. Peter apologized profusely, K’Nara deciding to let it go especially as he looked round the corner and then pressed a finger to his lips. Curiosity suddenly replaced her annoyance as Connor helped her up and both leaned round in the direction Horn had looked at.
Connors hand slipped round her waist as a smirk appeared on his face, K’Nara found her eyebrows rising as she watched the holographic doctor kiss Brahms.
"Almost looks like a Klingon ritual," Horn said. K’Nara and Connor exchanged a look. K’Nara muttered in Klingon to Connor, “Not a very good one . . .” It earned her a smile from her fiancé. Clearly Horn had no idea.
"Now, excuse me I have a wife waiting for me at the airlock." He tuttled off, leaving both of them highly amused. They followed him, walking past a very flustered looking Brahms as the doctor released him.
Connor muttered, “I still don’t like him,” as they made it to the gate. It gained a laugh from K’Nara as they rounded a corner only to run into him again.
"Commander Connor, K'Nara. I would like you to meet my wife Harley and my daughter Seleya." Peter introduced them.
K’Nara watched as the young human female shrieked at her and buried her head in Horn shoulder. Peter looked embarrassed for a brief second.
Tag <Horn/ Brahms>
|
|
|
Post by connor on Nov 10, 2006 22:57:48 GMT
Connor nodded at K'Nara's swift reply - he was just as annoyed as she was. He would much rather have been able to sit down with her and eat a reasonable meal. As it was, he got a bagel with cream cheese and lox for himself and a plate of gagh for K'Nara. After a moment's glance at his bagel, she took the gagh, commenting on his choice, and thankfully not commenting on the replicated gagh itself. How she could stand it in the morning was beyond him, but she could and thus he made do.
She commented on meeting Dukath, and he nodded, taking her hand. She was upset, and he would do anything to make her happy. He smiled: "I promise you that I will find a way to prove that I am worthy, in their eyes." As he was about to kiss her, Commander Horn plowed into them, knocking all three half-asleep officers over. Connor muttered darkly under his breath and K'Nara just grunted.
When he stood up, he opened his mouth as Horn silently shut him up. Apparently, the holodoc had a thing for the Captain. Connor shook his head, and shrugged. But he slipped an arm around K'Nara's waist to make her take notice of it. She did and Horn spoke, "Almost looks like a Klingon ritual." Connor raised an eyebrow and looked at K'Nara - perhaps this was a ritual he'd never been aware of...though he figured after their night together, he knew every one of them. She shared his look with a smirk and spoke in Klingon: "Not a very good one . . .". He grinned, keeping himself from laughing and pulled her a little closer. Horn, of course, was so focused on being a peeping tom that he didn't take notice of this.
Peter made some sort of excuse and tore off. Connor sighed, looking at the arm he'd fallen on and rubbing his shoulder slightly. He muttered in Klingon, just to be sure: "I still don't like him." With that, K'Nara laughed, and they turned the corner...only to run into Horn once more.
Connor guessed quickly from the pregnant woman and the way that the mind of the child seemed to be partially formed that this was the wife he'd heard tell of, and that she'd gotten pregnant before the last mission. Once again, Horn spoke: "I would like you to meet my wife Harley and my daughter Seleya." Connor's eyebrow raised quickly and his head cocked to the side. The child was named after the holiest of holies on Vulcan. Yet Horn was violently defensive of his Rihannsu background. At the merest, he found it fascinating...
Then he found nothing at all except fear pressing at his mind...no, not fear. Complete terror, and then the kid started shrieking. A half-second's probing told him it was K'Nara and his eyes locked to Horn's. Had the second been a stronger telepath, he would have recieved a very annoyed message of "Control your child."
OFF: Tag K'Nara, Horn.
|
|
|
Post by Commander Peter Horn on Nov 11, 2006 21:27:05 GMT
ooc: Horn IS a stronger telepath..and WOULD catch the thought. Connor just wouldn't know how strong as Peter doesn't flaunt his ability....but rather rarely uses it...but such astrong thought he would 'hear'
ic:
Peter's eyes snapped up as they locked on Connor's. ~she is a child, not to control~ he thought back, glaring at the other officer. He took Seleya from her mother to comfort her, then turned her to face K'Nara. "Nothing to be afraid of honey, she will not bite."
The Vulcanoid handed the toddler up to K'Nara. "K'Nara is a Klingon," he explained, "see?" Seleya stopped crying and instead reached out a tiny hand to stroke one of K'Nara's ridges. "See? Nothing to be afraid of," Peter repeated.
Harley stood off to the side, holding her breath anxiously as she watched the exchange between husband, multibred and Klingon. She offered an anxious smile as Seleya was handed back to her. "Control your thoughts Commander Connor," Peter then snapped at Connor, "I do not appreciate being told what to do with my own child. She is not even one year old, you cannot expect her to know how to even begin to control her emotions. Such feats are learned when children are older, not when they are mere toddlers."
|
|
|
Post by connor on Nov 12, 2006 8:17:07 GMT
Connor looked at Horn, folding his arms over his chest: "There is a difference between controlling one's emotions and causing scenes due to one's emotions, Commander. I don't know about you, but among both the Betazoid and Deltan cultures, a child would be severely reprimanded for a display of that sort. I don't mind the fact that I felt her fear, I mind that we were all subjected to that ear-piercing shrill. By the way, Commander. As I was about to say before this all began, as babies go, she's cute."
He shrugged and looked at K'Nara: "Now that the situation at hand has been...resolved, I believe you have a debriefing to attend, yes?" He smiled faintly, and walked with her to the Admiral's office.
|
|
|
Post by K'nara Corval on Nov 12, 2006 10:26:23 GMT
K'Nara decided not to comment on the noise that was occuring. She could tell that something had passed between both men that neither she nor Horns wife as far as she could tell, were fully aware of. Although she knew Harley had picked up on it too.
Although yes the noise was annoying she could understand the infants fear of the unknown. Harley had looked anxious when Horn had handed Seleya to her, no doubt the mothering instinct. She hoped anyway. K'Nara knew that in the old days her race had been given a reputation of eating alien babies and the runts within their own family. Should falsehoods, while used to their advantage in order to give their enemies fear, when they had been at war with the federation, were not substanciated.
Klingons loved and cared for their young as much as any race, they just did not show such behaviour often to the outside world. She smiled at the baby as she stopped crying and reached out to touch her forehead curiously. Then she smiled at Horn's wife so she knew there was no danger. Handing the girl back she listened as Horn retorted to Connor and then he in turn replied to the vulcanoid. She shared a look with Harley. Not a look of a warrior but of a female sympathising as they witnessed the two men at odds once again. They were never going to be friends she mused.
"I believe you have a debriefing to attend, yes?" Connor smiled faintly at her. She nodded and turned to the Horns.
"I am honored to meet you. Be good little one," she said with one more look at the baby. Connor said no more on the way to the Admirals office but she knew he was irritated at Horn more than he had let on.
"I will call you when we are done," she said. He smiled and kissed her before leaving. Hopefully he would go calm down somewhere and relax. She didn't want yet another issue on his mind when she introduced him to Dukath. This situation was difficult enough as it was. K'Nara stepped into the office to be greeted by a female who announced her presence to the Admirial.
"K'Nara," she smiled at her. "Please take a seat. We are just waiting for Marcus." Nodding she sat down and wondered with amusement how Brahms was fairing against the rather amorous holodoc.
Tag <Brahms/ Admiral>
|
|
|
Post by Marcus Brahms on Nov 12, 2006 22:50:20 GMT
Marcus turned the corned leading to the Admiral's conference room and walked straight into Doctor Keller. Landing, unceremoniously, on his behind .. As she leaned down, offering her hand to assist him in getting back up, it never occurred to him that she could quite easily have adjusted her holo-matrix, allowing him to pass straight through her ! As K'nara walked down the corridor with Connor, she watched Brahms and the Doctor, seemingly bemused for a moment, at the scene playing out before her. "Sorry Captain." said Sianna coyly, "I didn't react quickly enough to prevent our .. Coming together." "No .. No need to apologize Doctor .. I simply wasn't looking where I was going." Brahms replied, bending to retrieve the PADD's he'd dropped .. Unfortunately, the Doctor had the same idea, and the two almost collided once again. "You missed your appointment this morning." Sianna said, moving slightly closer to the Captain, "Very convenient how you seem to avoid me huh." Brahms couldn't imagine his EMH talking in this, suggestive manner, and wondered, briefly, if her sub-routine's needed checking. She was looking up and down the corridor as if waiting for someone .. Or checking it was empty of personnel .. When, without warning she stepped forward, taking hold of Brahms' face almost roughly and forcing him against the wall .. Then, with his face almost smothered in rich red hair, planted what could only be called a very passionate kiss on his lips ... Connor, with his back to the scene didn't get to see anything, but K'nara was treated to the sight of a Hologram 'kissing' a Starfleet Captain ! "Are you joining the meeting Commander ?" asked a Lieutenant at K'nara' side. "I will see you later." she said to Connor, slightly distracted. Then she nodded at the aide, sneering, as she gave a last look at the Doctor's blatant show of possible misconduct ... Then turning, she entered the meeting .. Brahms could hardly breathe as she stepped back, and smiled .. "I've been wanting to do this ever since this ship set sail." she said quietly, "I think we should speak later ... Don't you .." Shocked almost beyond words, Brahms finally managed to speak .. "Yes .. We certainly need to speak .. But .. If you will excuse me ..... Doctor .. I'm due in there." Brahms said, nodding toward the large doors. "Certainly Captain." she said, continuing to smile but making no attempt to step out of his way .. when it dawned on him she wasn't about to move, he had to step round her to continue on ... In the conference room Admiral O'Shasserra acknowledged his arrival with a brief wave .. Brahms took a seat opposite his First Officer, who seemed slightly amused at something .. As the Admiral was off to one side speaking to one of her aides, Marcus began to get the PADD's he'd dropped earlier, in order .. but noticed K'nara watching him closely .. "Commander ?" he said. "I assume the Doctor didn't have time to speak to you earlier .. Due to you both being .. busy." she said, quietly. "Busy ?" Brahms repeated, understanding all too well, and wondering if K'nara had seen more than he thought. "While it is not my place to state the obvious Captain .. I feel compelled to say .... Beware !" she said, some sort of sly smirk appearing on her face. "Beware ?" Brahms repeated once again, now totally convinced that his Executive Officer had indeed seen all .. "The Doctor ... Desires you Captain !" Brahms' jaw seemed to drop open, irrationally, his feelings for Melanie jumped into his head, but before he could form any sort of response, the Admiral took her seat ... "Now." O'Shasserra said, looking round the table, "Who's missing ?" .......... < tag : Erm All at the meeting >
|
|
|
Post by connor on Nov 13, 2006 3:26:03 GMT
Connor sighed, walking away to a bar. Checking his tricorder quickly, he nodded and sat down at a specific seat at a bar. A man came up behind him, and Connor looked at him, and stood up. Wordlessly, Connor walked with the man to a turbolift.
A few minutes later, they were in one of the cargo holding bays and not alone. All were in teal, though every single one save for Connor was dressed in a black jacket with an odd patch below the right shoulder, reminiscent of the original symbol for nuclear energy over the Federation symbol. James smirked: "Well, guys, it's been a gasser, but this is it. I'm done, right?" The leader, whose collar displayed the pips of a Vice Fleet Admiral, smirked: "Sure. You accomplished your mission?" "Of course. Don't I always?" "Certainly, Mr. James."
A moment later, Connor removed the three high-density isolinear chips from his jacket, recording all data taken by the USS Dark Phoenix on the Wahiri - their vessels and themselves. He removed a second set. These held data on the Aasimar. He handed them over and nodded: "That's it, then. Everything you need for the datamining."
They all nodded, and another one spoke: "That's it, Con. Have fun."
Connor walked away from them. That was when he heard the whine of a phaser behind him. He ducked and rolled, pulling out his own phaser and turning - one of the men who had remained silent had suddenly gone nuts, apparently, and was firing at all in attendance. Connor leveled his phaser and fired, only to see that the individual in question was a shapeshifter. The real humans scattered and he looked at the leader: "Let me guess. You have enough shielding around this place that I couldn't get a word out?" "Exactly. If something happened, we needed to maintain security." "Damn." "Yep." The six scientists fired at the thing, time after time, but it kept charging at them, slowed every time as a part of its mass was burnt off by their barrages, constantly reforming to try and present as small a target as possible. It was stopped right in front of the line of officers, and a collective sigh passed through them: "Well. We know someone wants this stuff." "Always, Mr. James. I assume we can trust you with our secrets?"
Connor sighed: "I'll keep my mouth as shut as I can. Besides, nothing we do is wholly illegal or wrong."
They nodded, and he left, getting back to the Admiral's office calmly. Perhaps someone would see that his phaser holster was open, perhaps not.
|
|
|
Post by Mel D'BrooNi on Nov 13, 2006 11:57:03 GMT
"Now." O'Shasserra said, looking round the table, "Who's missing?" ..........
“I am Maam,” came Mel’s voice as she walked into the office. Her cheeks blushed upon realising she was slightly late. Tay had got overexcited as usual when coming to meet her. In fact the 6 year old had grabbed hold of her and refused to move until her mum had pried him off. “I’m sorry for being late. My brother . . . he’s six and. . . . well he threw a paddy when I tried to leave.”
The Admiral smiled at her, “It’s alright Melanie, I completely understand.”
Still feeling her face glow, Mel sat down next to Brahms smiling at him. The Captain seemed to shift uncomfortably in his seat. K’Nara noted this.
“Right, well let’s get started. First of all I am very relieved that you got back in one piece. Having read the reports you have all forwarded, it seems that the Aasimer and Wahiri are far more of a threat than we released. The destruction of the Loki, “ the Admiral paused as both Mel and Marcus seemed to freeze at the mention. “It was not as we hoped, an isolated incident. I have raised the issue higher within Starfleet and we will be taking measures.”
Everyone nodded. “Now Marcus, I will be sending you on your next mission as far away from any Aasimer/Wahiri activity as I can. Commander Corval has highlighted these beings “attentive interest” she worded carefully, “in you.”
Brahms shot K’Nara a look, which she promptly ignored. “Also I regret to inform you and K’Nara that she is to no longer be your XO. This could be a temporary arrangement or not. K’Nara was not officially on the exchange program and selected to join you under that pretence on the joint decision of Starfleet and Klingon intelligence. Both wanted someone high up in intelligence to investigate the extent of the Wahiri situation and Please do not be upset Marcus but to also offer some more protection for yourself after the reports from the previous incident. It had to be a strong female with experience of negotiating on a less “civil level”, should the Wahiri take you captive again”
Brahms and Mel’s mouths dropped open at this information. K’Nara merely looked at the Admiral and said, “I expected this to be the case. Dukath?” She queried. The Admiral nodded. “We will talk further at dinner later. I have been asked by your father to attend.” The Klingon nodded.
“Melanie,” she turned her attention to the Trill. “We have investigated how they managed to rig the ship and your engines so you lost control. In fact we have a suspect who we will continue to get some answers out of. He is currently refusing to cooperate.”
“Let me have 15 minutes with him,” K’Nara snapped showing a far more ferocious side to her nature than either of the other officers had seen before.
The Admiral held her hand up, “It’s in hand.” Brahms and Mel shared a look. “What’s interesting,” she continued, “ is that the person in question happens to have been in your classes at the academy – a Ferengi called . . .”
“Bok?,” Mel sat up stunned. “Bok is involved.”
“I’m afraid so. I would like you to try and talk to him if you would.” She replied.
“But he just got married. I was at the wedding . . . “ Mel trailed off looking at Marcus in confusion and betrayal. The Admiral looked at her sympathetically. “I have arranged for you to see him tomorrow. He is being held here.”
Mel nodded feeling tears start to well up. Bok was one of her oldest friends. Something wasn’t right.
“Right I need to round this up as I have a Vulcan ambassador to meet. I seem to be the only person my level not on shore leave. Sorry it’s so short.” She looked at Marcus and took the PADD’s off him. “I will review these and get back to you. In the meantime take some R&R. Dismissed.” She told them leaving no chance for questions. There was no time.
All 3 officers stepped outside. Mel and Brahms eyed K’Nara. “Orders are orders Captain,” was all she said as she spotted Connor and was curious as to why his phaser holster was open. She wandered off towards him.
Tag <Brahms/Connor>
|
|
|
Post by K'nara Corval on Nov 13, 2006 22:36:52 GMT
Jp between Connor and K'Nara
"Connor looked at her and smiled: "Dear, I have wonderful news. I'm done. I'm out of it all. No more secrets."
K'Nara smiled at her lover. "That’s good but tell me why were you involved in a firefight?" she asked indicating his phaser holster as she gently steered him out of sight from the gaping Brahms and D'BrooNi.
"Connor shrugged: "Someone wanted the data on the Wahiri and the Aasimar, love. Someone who's not in the Federation - or the Empire."
K'Nara nodded. "You prevented them?" she queried, looking him over concerned. He did not seem to be injured.
"Connor nodded: "Quite."
K'Nara nodded with approval. "Come, Let’s get this over and done with. Dukath’s ship is docked at the other side of the station."
"Connor nodded: "I looked at the Intel records before my seclock was revoked. They're trying to pull you back..."
"They have managed too for the moment . . . ." K'Nara trailed off . . . . "The Admiral said as much. She is dining with Dukath, his party and myself this evening. "
"Connor nodded: "Then let's go say hello before the big moment."
K'Nara nodded, then hit her comm badge speaking in Klingon. The next thing Connor knew he was standing onboard a klingon bird of prey. The rise in temperature hit him immediatly. "NUQNEH K'Nara," came a rough voice behind them. K'Nara replyed in a rapid stream of words which Connor caught speak and Federation.
"Who is he?" demanded the male Klingon guard inpatiently.
"Connor looked at him: "I'm her betrothed. Have a problem?"
Connor's eyes met the Klingons in a very "don't mess with me" manner.
The male looked him up and down and laughed. Then upon seeing the seriousness in both K'Nara and Connor's faces said, "Oh the master will not be pleased." K'Nara said something to him that Connor identified as some sort of swear or insult. The male merely smirked then faster than he would of anticipated hit Connor across the face hard as if testing him.
"Connor didn't flinch and hissed softly in Klingon: "If I was armed properly, I would gut you like a targ for that!"
Smiling the male merely moved aside and indicated the door. "You know the way K'Nara." Leaving him, K'Nara lead him through the corridors towards to the bridge. "You impressed him with you retort. Had you not, he would of attacked you further."
"Connor nodded: "The scary thing about that is that I meant it."
K'Nara smiled back and got a look in her eye that Connor knew had they not been on her fathers ship and about to meet the head of her house, he would no doubt be having a much nicer time elsewhere. Finally reaching the bridge, they entered. Dukath was stood waiting. It was apparent, news spread fast . . .
"PARMAQAI" he barked. "PARMAQAI"
"Connor smirked softly: "I prefer...Imzadi."
K'Nara shot him a look miles away from the one previously as Dukath stared at him in confusion and annoyance.
"Connor smirked softly: "But, yes. You have the correct term, sir. It is an honor to make your acquaintance."
"I do not have time for such nonsense. We have a dinner to attend in which we will decide our next move. " Dukath muttered eyeing Connor. "K'Nara this will be a traditional affair, go dress. You," he growled, "You will show me how you fair at a dinner with several klingons." Conor nodded knowing that Dukath had just issued a challenge to his character. Next would come honor and finally a test to convince him that he was worthy of K'Nara's love and a place in his house.”
"Connor leveled his eyes at Dukath: "If your dinner is well-prepared, I am sure that I will fare well."
|
|
|
Post by K'nara Corval on Nov 17, 2006 9:53:35 GMT
K’Nara returned to her quarters onboard Dukaths ship. It seemed strange to be there again after her time onboard the Dark Phoenix. Half of her possessions were still in there. She changed into a traditional Klingon dress, knowing despite everything, her honoured father liked to keep some traditional values aboard his vessel.
Arriving in the mess hall of the bird of prey she saw the usual amount of chaos. Dukath was not there yet and neither the admiral as a couple of crewmembers were drinking and singing. Two of her cousins who she had not seen in a long while were also arguing and eyeing Connor suspiciously. She sat down next to her fiancé. Her cousins wandered over and spoke to her in Klingon curious as to the development of the engagement.
As she was talking back Dukath made his arrival stating the Admiral was on the way before sitting down opposite Connor. He slammed a tankard of blood wine down in front of him and growled, “Drink.” Intent on seeing how well he could cope with a strong and decent vintage of their produce. K’Nara smiled knowing that after the amount of things they had consumed – Romulan Ale included, Connor could handle this no problem. It just depended how long Dukath deemed it necessary for him to match him. Klingon tolerance to alcohol was a lot higher than most beings.
Connor downed the glass in one realising immediately what was going on. It was a lot stronger than what K’Nara had served when she had cooked for him on the Phoenix. The drink burnt the back of his throat but he placed the glass in front of him before addressing Dukath in Klingon praising the beverage. Her honorary fathers eyes rose in surprise and mild approval of his pronunciation before filling both glasses again and switching to standard saying, “Tell me, who are you Connor James?”
Tag <Connor>
|
|
|
Post by connor on Nov 17, 2006 18:16:59 GMT
Connor sat quietly in the mess hall of the Bird of Prey, waiting for dinner to be served...in honesty, despite his fondness for Klingon culture, he believed that Klingon interior design could stand a lightbulb or two. As a man of discovery, he found the shadows a bit disquieting, not because he did not know what they held, but precisely because he knew what they could hold, and what they could mean.
K'Nara walked over to him, clad in a typical dress for a warrior woman. He smiled at her as she sat down and she smiled in return as she spoke to her cousins. Amidst the din of the mess hall, he could barely make out what she was saying, but then again, he didn't need to use his ears to hear her. He sat up slightly, and Dukath appeared from nowhere, with two tankards of bloodwine. Connor's eyebrow raised slightly as the mug was slammed in front of him with a single word, "Drink."
Connor nodded and spoke quickly: "You honor me with the bloodwine of your house." He picked up the mug and sniffed it quickly - a good vintage, strong stuff. It happened to be stronger than what he preferred, but this wasn't for casually enjoying, this was for a challenge. Tipping the mug to his lips, he drained it in one draft and slammed it down. He smiled and spoke once more in Klingon: "Kahless would be proud of this wine. It brings honor on you and your house."
Dukath seemed to be surprised at his reaction, but pleased as well. The mugs were filled again and the old Klingon leaned forward, speaking in Standard: "Tell me, who are you, Connor James?"
Connor shrugged: "That, I believe, would depend on the context. I'm the betrothed of K'Nara, I'm a graduate of both the Federation Starfleet Academy and the Daystrom Institute of the Sciences...what else. Oh, I'm a complete crossbreed as well. My mother was a Deltan-Betazoid graduate of the Vulcan Science Academy, my father, Francis, was a diplomat.
I learned what I know of Klingon culture while at Daystrom - it actually started because of a discussion of batlh as a deciding force of the universe as opposed to the theory of quantum decision gates. I became a member of the Science branch of the Federation Starfleet, and have served on a few ships of little importance, then was assigned the position of Chief Science Officer of the Dark Phoenix, and that was when I met K'Nara and fell in love."
Connor shrugged softly: "So, basically, I'm like anyone else in the Universe, really. Going about my life, doing what needs to be done in as honorable a way as possible." He smiled faintly, watching Dukath.
|
|
|
Post by Marcus Brahms on Nov 18, 2006 14:03:15 GMT
The meeting with Admiral O'Shasserra had gone well .. Much shorter than expected, due to her being called away .. Brahms hadn't arranged to meet anyone this time home, so he was at a bit of a loose end .. He wasn't returning to the Phoenix just yet, so he decided to roam the Promenade for a while and maybe get a drink .. He'd been wandering for a short time when he heard a loud voice ...
"HEY !!! ... Are you going to pass EVERY bar .. Or are you eventually going into one ?"
Brahms turned as he recognized who was making all the racket .. No-one would dare address a ship's Captain, let alone a Commodore, in such a manner .. But Ron Stone wasn't 'anyone' .. He was the Dark Phoenix' Cargo Chief, a Master Chief Petty Officer, and had served with Brahms since the former had stepped out of the Academy as an Ensign .. He'd been offered a Commission so many times it was rumored that the offer was just left with his incoming messages, on the off-chance he took it up ! but as Ron always said, "I work for a living !"
"Chief." Marcus said, and readied himself for the mandatory 'bear-hug' ...
"So Son ... Where's it to be ... This seems as good a place as any don't you think ?" he said, pointing to a lively bar opposite ..
Brahms knew better than to argue .. Stone would just follow him until he gave in. So, shrugging, he gave a wry grin and nodded.
"OK .. After you Chief .."
"OH NO." Ron said, gesturing with a flourish, "You first .. Admiral." he finished with a loud laugh. Receiving a frown from Brahms that he chose to completely miss ! The two men entered the bar ...
Marcus was amused as a gap seemed to open up as they neared the bar itself. Slamming his hand down he announced ..
"Officer on Deck !" .. which, surprisingly, no-one took the slightest notice of, "Barman .. Drinks .. what's it going to be Marky ?"
Brahms didn't get chance to answer before the decision was made for him ..
"Two Saurian Brandy's ... LARGE ones !" ordered Stone.
Marcus sighed, resigning himself to a simple fact ... It was going to be a LONG day ..........
|
|
|
Post by K'nara Corval on Nov 20, 2006 16:06:27 GMT
Dukath merely eyed Connor further before slamming down another tankard of blood wine. “Drink,” he repeated then watched as Connor tried to control his face as the liquid burnt his throat and set off some heartburn in his stomach. Nodding with approval Dukath downed his and turned as an aid wandered over to him and spoke in Klingon.
For Connor’s benefit he announced in standard, “The Admiral is here.” He leaned down facing Connor almost nose to nose. “Understand this. If you truly wish me to consider allowing you a union with my daughter then you must also prove your loyalty to this house,” he growled. “That starts now. Anything seen or heard within this vessel will be kept silent.”
Never flinching, Connor replied, “Understood Sir.” Then watched as the Admiral appeared and Dukath welcomed and seated her. Mess kitchen staff began bringing plates of Klingon cuisine out and placing them on the tables. K’Nara smiled at the familiar smells and began to load her plate. Connor meanwhile could see that practically everything was still moving except the one platter of human food placed near the Admiral at the far end of the table where Dukath was now sat watching him.
His stomach squirming slightly at the site of the dish in front of him practically moving forward and mixed with heartburn from the wine, Connor knew Dukath was still testing him and to ask for the human fare would result in a fail. The warrior opposite him slammed a fork into the plate resulting in something squirting out and hitting his uniform top. The plate itself seemed to wail. “It is best, when fresh,” he sneered before slamming it down on his plate and watching Connor.
Tag <Connor>
After eating their fill, Dukath raised one final glass to his old friend Polly O’Shasserra, and then decided it was time for business. He glared at 3 crewmembers merrily singing at the opposite end of the room before telling them in no uncertain terms in Klingon to sober up. That in itself was enough to get the whole rooms attention.
“As you know, Multek,” several house members spat, “has been stirring trouble for a while with his rhetoric of returning to our barbaric ways and breaking away from the Federation. He has bribed several people holding seats to support him. However I only have the testimony of one person. As the rest remain loyal to him for whatever reason, several seem to have changed character completely? The council leaders refuse to see what’s happening.”
“I believe he is seeking support from different groups and ultimately will try take the council by persuasion or force. Currently not enough support him but his followers are growing. I worry for the Empire”
“Two of his associates tried to get my research on the new cloak,” Roared another male. “I gutted them.” He smirked.” However again I had no proof of his connection other than our personal intelligence to present the council” He continued.
“One of his vessels appeared at our cloak tests. My new vessel . . . . . suffered damages,” Dukath said angrily. Connor heard K’Nara breathe in sharply in anger. “Not to mention two failed attempts on two of my vessels.” Another Klingon added.
“How is he getting such information?” Dukath boomed? “Buradek sent those coordinates through secure channels.”
K’Nara slammed her fist down making Connor jump. “I made the exchange myself. Nothing was amiss. However . . ..” she replied thinking back now. “He said other people were aware of it and to watch my back. I thought he was full of talk as usual as he tried to grope me and I rebutted him.”
Several klingons snorted and started murmuring as Dukath looked thoughtful and took another swig of blood wine. Connor managed to half translate what one of K’Nara’s cousins was saying, It seemed whomever they were referring to had tried it on unsuccessfully with several of the women. Falling silent again a female Klingon stood up.
“Our land borders the south end of his province. My children claim to have seen ships not of Klingon origin landing. I wanted to put it down to overactive imagination but . . . “ She trailed off.
Dukath nodded, “He is being aided by someone in his activities.”
“We will all return to Kronos. My youngest daughter in law’s youngest will be coming of age in a few days. As such we have reason to celebrate and the opportunity to present him to the council members. This will provide a good cover for us to gather evidence. I want to know what he is doing and ensure such behaviour is stopped.” Dukath finished loudly. Several people raised a glass to him.
More drinks were poured and people began their own conversations again. Dukath and the Admiral moved down to K’Nara and Connor. “This man claims he will marry K’Nara,” Dukath snorted. The Admiral merely smiled knowing full well not to get involved in any way. Connor opened his mouth spiritedly to retort regardless of O’Shasserra presence but Dukath cut him off. “You will get chance to convince me,” he roared.
K’Nara looked at both Dukath and the smiling Admiral in confusion. “I have been asked to be part of your fathers grandsons rite of age celebrations. As a Federation presence is required, the Dark Phoenix will be transporting me to Kronos and also be making some covert observations as well as maintaining my safety.” She said with a twinkle in her eye.
Tag <All. Please enjoy your last bit of shore leave, as I will be getting the new mission started soon! >
|
|
|
Post by connor on Nov 20, 2006 20:51:56 GMT
Connor sighed heavily, watching the Klingon across from him. When he stabbed the fork into...whatever it was that was sittong on the plate, Connor raised an eyebrow and wiped it off with two fingers, splashing it onto the floor before taking the fork: "I am fully aware of that, thank you." The tone of his voice spoke volumes of his disdain for the warrior - he was not in armor, but instead in a Starfleet uniform, which was all too easily stainable. He preferred to keep it in pristine condition, and took the fork, eating calmly and nodding: "I'll have to thank the ship's cook when dinner is over. He knows his food. Brings honor to himself and his house." A few of the warriors around him chuckled, as though the traditions he had picked up by his own heritage were somehow quaint, however his comment was taken well, as it obviously was intended as a remark of honorable intent.
Dealing with the gentle ribbing from Dukath, he sat back and waited for the business to conclude, all the while considering what was said. Slowly he began to tabulate data - new Klingon cloaking devices, Wahiri cloaking devces, Aasimar cloaking devices. And Connor wouldn't be hardly surprised if the Romulans were having problems too. That shapeshifter meant that someone wanted it - and wanted it bad enough to die for it. He had to tread softly now, as the Admiral was right nearby and he didn't need a Starfleet Tribunal for no reason.
He sighed heavily when Dukath spoke and spoke his own piece. He did his best to conceal his Intel assignment from the Admiral, despite the fact that everything was clearly legal and ordered: "Excuse me, everyone. I've been thinking about what's been said, and I think I may have a lead on the covert operatives assisting the house of Multek. I believe it was the same faction that...attempted to make off with some surreptitiously gained data from the databanks of both USS Loki and USS Dark Phoenix. Not to put too fine a point on it, ladies and gentlemen, I believe we may be once again facing a shapeshifter threat."
Soon enough, everyone's eyes were on him, and he waited for the questions to start once more.
|
|
|
Post by Mel D'BrooNi on Nov 21, 2006 10:00:49 GMT
Leaving Brahms after the briefing Mel left straight away to speak with Bok. She couldn’t wait until morning. She didn’t tell the captain, as she knew he would tell her to calm down. It was a shock her friend being involved but Mel knew something didn’t add up here.
“He’s refusing to talk with anyone but you,” the security guard on duty told her as he opened the door. Mel walked into the cell to see the Ferengi hunched down. Bok brought his face up to look at her but it was unreadable.
“Is it you?” he asked as Mel sat down opposite him.
“Of course? Look what’s going on Bok?” she said confused.
“Is it really you? Prove it?” Bok said firmly moving very close to her his voice very quiet. “When we roomed together at the academy what nicknames did I give you?”
Mel looked at him further confused. “Madam, if I showed Leiko tendencies, Tubby if it was Coran, clueless if I was . . . “ Bok touched her hand gently nodding.
“Shape shifters,” he whispered. “Made me Mel. They had my wife. They still do. Didn’t keep their word. Threw me in here pretending to be a security officer. They gave me some programming. I sneaked into your room after the wedding and hid it in your PADD.”
“When I entered my codes and synchronised it, it released into the Phoenix,” Mel said understanding. “But why didn’t you tell . . .. “
“Shush,” Bok said. “Still some here. Working with somebody. They could be anyone. They still have her. I daren't do or say anything until now. I can trust you”
Mel nodded and a silence followed, as both were thoughtful. The guard from outside stepped in the cell looking concerned or maybe even suspcious. He grabbed Bok pulling him up against the wall. “Is he bothering you Maam? Are you ok? That close he could of tried anything.”
“He’s not talking. Just gibberish,” Mel lied. Stepping up and heading to the door. She tried to convey to her friend with a look she would work at getting him out of here and finding his wife. She left determined to speak with someone she knew she could trust. She hoped she could trust! Had shape shifters infiltrated the Phoenix he would have been on to it? Surely.
The bell chimed and Harley opened the door holding Seleya who grinned recognising Mel.
“Can I speak to Peter,” she said seriously.
Tag <Horn>
|
|
|
Post by Commander Peter Horn on Nov 21, 2006 20:47:06 GMT
Harley noted how weary the chief engineer looked and let her in. "I'll go wake him," she offered as she motioned for Mel to take a seat. "He's been catching up on his sleep, poor sod," she smiled, "what've you all done to him while you were away on mission? He does little else but sleep since returning from that exciting mission of yours!"
(Mel)
"Sely, be a good girl and get Melanie a blanket? She looks like she could use a nap too." Harley cast a meaninful glance at the Trill officer as the one-year old toddled off to do as she was asked. "You're staying for dinner, and you're sleeping here too. You're not leaving until you've had a few hours of sleep."
(Mel)
As she spoke, the human nurse walked into the bedroom and quietly shook her husband. "Pete wake up, Melanie's here to see you."
Peter merely murmured and waved her off, rolling over to his other side thereby pulling the blanket up a little higher. Harley yanked the blanket away and gave him a firm shove. "I said Melanie's here to see you. Get up you lazy sod!"
Peter curled up in reflex, his eyes snapping open in sheer surprise. "Sod?" he murmured sleepily as he sat up and reached for his robe. "All right, I am up." He rose from the bed then reached down to pull on his socks, then trod into the livingroom while rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
Wearing a dark green robe, cream woollen socks and dissheveled hair, he looked anything but the distinguished security officer Melanie knew. He sat down opposite of her and stiffled another yawn. "You wished to talk to me?" he managed while stiffling yet another yawn. He cast Harley a grateful smile as she handed him a large mug of coffee.
(Mel)
|
|
|
Post by Mel D'BrooNi on Nov 22, 2006 8:33:29 GMT
“What’ve you all done to him while you were away on mission?” He does little else but sleep since returning from that exciting mission of yours,” Harley noted.
“We encountered the Cat beings again. The same ones,” Mel added seeing Harleys face. “Peter was part of a 3 man assault on reclaiming the bridge from them.”
Harley nodded but said no more, instead instructing her daughter to fetch Mel a blanket and then insisting she stay for dinner and sleep. Mel was about to open her mouth to argue back, her family and Brooks were waiting for her, but Harley disappeared to go wake Peter.
Seleya returned with the blanket and wanted a hug so Mel lifted the girl up on her lap and played peek a boo with the toddler, making her laugh until Peter appeared looking non- to happy for having been woken up.
“You wished to talk to me?” he said after settling himself down and taking a sip of coffee that his wife handed him.
“Sir,” Mel said getting straight to the point, “I have reason to believe that shape shifter aliens are impersonating federation official’s.” Peter raised an eyebrow, Harley gasped. Seleya merely pretended to hide behind her hands thinking the game was still ongoing.
Horn calmly took another sip of his coffee before asking how she came about this information, so Mel told him everything Bok had told her.
“Sir . . . . . Peter,” Mel said, “Bok’s been my closest friend for years. He’s frightened and I have to help him get out of there and make sure his wife is safe. We have to identify these beings and find out what’s going on. I didn’t know who to trust so I came to you.” She pleaded.
Tag <Horn>
|
|
|
Post by K'nara Corval on Nov 22, 2006 9:10:34 GMT
"Excuse me, everyone. I've been thinking about what's been said, and I think I may have a lead on the covert operatives assisting the house of Multek. I believe it was the same faction that...attempted to make off with some surreptitiously gained data from the databanks of both USS Loki and USS Dark Phoenix. Not to put too fine a point on it, ladies and gentlemen, I believe we may be once again facing a shape shifter threat."
K’Nara’s eyes snapped on her fiancé, realising immediately what had happened in the firefight from earlier. Dukath looked him up and down realising for the first time there may be more to this being boldly asking for K’Nara’s hand than he had anticipated. The Admiral’s face remained impassive as she stared straight at Connor.
Finally Dukath spoke. “An interesting possibility. If this is true than Multek is more devious than I ever thought, to attempt such a dishonourable infiltration of the council. However we MUST have evidence.”
“K’Nara nodded. “Father, allow me to return to the Dark Phoenix. I will have the EMH work on a way of covertly identifying a shape shifter.” She had to get back on the ship. She really did not fancy the trip back to her home world missing her fiancé and putting up with Dukath intent on stopping the engagement. Her cousins had already informed her that he had several males lined up, intent of changing her mind on marrying an alien.
“There is no way,” O’Shasserra finally spoke as she was still staring at Connor “Starfleet have been trying.”
“Despite her annoyances, Sianna is headstrong and dedicated Admiral. I believe she will find some way to help. Look at how she has adapted the late Dr Gallens work on combating the alien influences of the Wahiri.” K’Nara continued. The Admiral nodded. Dukath did not look happy as his eyes flickered towards Connor.
“I will brief the Captain and ready the crew father. A party from the ship will be accompanying the Admiral. It would be better for all concerned in our attempts at watching Multek that there not be any political incidents or cultural misunderstandings. After all the council will be involved,” K’Nara appealed to Dukaths sense of public appearance. “And from my experiences on my last mission, they are not that used to Klingons.”
He looked angry, eyes along with the Admiral’s still on Connor, finally Dukath spoke. “You will be there as a ambassador from the House of Corval only. You are not returning back to that programme. You are a long way from convincing me that this marriage should go ahead. Understand that. However after the incident with the last Federation people I had as my guests, I do agree that is a good idea.” He conceded, only reasoning that they knew K’Nara and would be more comfortable with her than another member of his crew. Despite investigating Multek there was also an important celebration to go ahead as well.
K’Nara nodded, knowing not to push her luck. With one final glare at Connor, K’Nara knowing full well he would have an intelligence report on him within an hour now he had seen that Connor was more than just a regular Starfleet officer, Dukath and the Admiral made their exit.
Breathing heavily K’Nara turned to her fiancé. “Come. Lets get away from here.” Despite the interesting information on Multek, she was really not certain how well introducing Connor and Dukath had actually gone. She knew one thing. She needed a drink and to be away from her extended family right now!
Tag <Connor>
|
|
|
Post by connor on Nov 22, 2006 10:37:22 GMT
Connor nodded, gently taking her hand: "Yes, dear." He looked at Dukath: "It's been an honor to meet you. And it was good seeing you, Admiral." Quickly taking K'Nara's hand, he walked out of the mess hall and off the ship. Walking onto the starbase, he sighed: "Good food. Good wine. But now, if what I'm seeing is right, I think I need to do something more than just tabulate data, which I'm already going to."
He pulled out his tricorder and attached a set of cables, connecting them to the spare set of chips he had prepared with the data he'd recorded. He sighed: "I hope Admiral O'Shassera doesn't tell our dear Captain about this, because it would really screw us both over. I need to...connect with people. Actually, one person...and tell him what happened, and ask for a big favor. Sign knows what's going on, I'm sure. They wouldn't have been as ready as they were if they weren't planning on it. Something is up, and the powers that be can't stand alone in this."
He looked at her: "By the way, the house that I've met members of in Intel gatherings was Duras. Dishonorable, all of them, but they brought good data. All of it checked, and for the short time that it looked like that bastard son was going to take the Chancellorship, it boded well for us. We'd have had a lot more data than we did when Gowron took power...mind you, for the sake of honor, I believe Gowron was the right choice, and the Federation and the Klingon Empire have been doing public sharings of information that would have been done in shadow, for profit, under that Duras whelp. But...that's the way it goes sometimes."
He sighed and looked at her, walking over to a particular bar: "Feel like coming with me, darling?"
|
|
|
Post by Commander Peter Horn on Nov 22, 2006 19:31:37 GMT
Peter glanced up sharply, suddenly all evidence of tiredness gone from his demeanour. "And you came to me?" he asked, clearly surprised. "And what makes you believe that I am who you think I am? Of course I am who I am, but what guarantees did you have? Never assume that someone is who you think he is, based on past experiences. Especially in these circumstances."
He held up his hand, silencing Mel before she could protest. "When dealing with shapeshifters, the Klingons have a very crude but effective means of establishing the truth about someone's identity claims."
Peter pulled out his Honour Blade and flipped it out hilt first to Mel. "Because you come to me, you must prove to me that you are not a shapeshifter trying to bait me." He caught Harley's sharp glance but ignored it.
(Mel)
Taking the weapon back, he drew the sharp blade across the palm of his hand, then let a few green drops of blood drip onto the glass table. "Satisfied?" he querried, after the drops of his blood failed to turn into the substance distinct to shapeshifters. Harley too drew blood and proved that she was who she claimed to be. None however thought to harm the child. "She is an innocent," Peter argued, drawing his daughter close to her. "The telepathic bond we share is present, Harley is aware too. We both would know if the other were a shapeshifter."
He sipped his coffee again. "Now, how can I help? Based on your story, I cannot help but agree with you. The way you have always talked about your Ferengi friend makes me believe he is incapable of such deceit, as far as deceit goes in Ferengi standard behaviour."
|
|