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Post by Marcus Brahms on Dec 2, 2008 23:36:43 GMT
Please use this Shore leave thread once the current mission concludes. For the last week Marcus had all but neglected the Dark Phoenix. He was having more and more difficulty in concentrating on things, and had consulted Doctor Mercy about it. The problem was diagnosed as stress and fatigue, but Brahms didn't think that was the problem at all. Naois confidentially prescribed something for the Admiral, and issued him with a hypo-spray to administer the medication in his quarters. Mercy knew that Brahms had gone through a time where drink played a part in his life, but was assured by tests that this wasn't the case. Even so, he took the precaution of setting the hypo to administer only one measured dose in any given twenty four hour period. Marcus was sat in the Command area as the ship approached Star base Resurrection ... It was good to be back, the mission, as far as he could remember, had gone well, they were returning with more than they left with too, as a baby had been born during their outing. "Sir ... Resurrection is sending docking perm ......" Sharon began to say, but her voice seemed to fade into the background .. The image, thing, that appeared. NO, was almost thrust into Brahms' consciousness was horrific ! ... All outside sounds had vanished ... Replaced by what could only be described as a low, guttural growling ... Brahms stood, surprising his Exec' who replied to Lieutenant Wolf before asking Brahms if he was OK. Marcus could now see nothing but the hideous humanoid monster before him. His eyes bulged at the sight, frozen to the spot in total fear. He could smell the fetid cadaverous breath as the beast closed the gap between them. The beast spoke to him, but not vocally. The words blasted into his brain, causing him to stagger backward in shock. Unknown to him, K'Nara had already called for the Doctor and was trying to steady her Captain as he lurched backward. 'YOU ARE GOING TO DIE !'The beast was only a meter from him now, and the seating prevented him from moving further away. Somehow the thing seemed to grin at Brahms' terror, but it moved closer still, until rancid fluid dripping from the massive blood stained fangs dropped onto his face, burning as it made contact and causing Brahms to scream in pain. 'YOU ARE GOING TO DIE !'The words smashed against his skull causing him to almost pass out in agony, but he wasn't getting away from the spectre so easily. It lifted one claw, placing the almost needle-sharp tip against his chest. The stench of death was almost oozing from the things skin and rancid fur as it watched Brahms curiously .. The claw broke through his skin and began a slow traverse diagonally across his chest to his waist. Again he felt untold agony as he was cut deeply. 'PATIENCE ... NOT YET !'The ogre said grinning it's insane grin, but Marcus didn't hear .. The hypo-spray was thrust against his neck, then again with a second dose. This time his body succumbed to the drugs and he collapsed into K'Nara's arms before being taken by two medics. "Get him to Sick-bay !" the Doctor said. Everyone on the Bridge stood in stunned silence as the Admiral was taken out on a stretcher. No-one moticed the blood beginning to stain Brahms' tunic .. "What the HELL ...... !" was the only comment heard, and no-one was able, or willing to reply. ~~~~~~~~~~Marcus opened his eyes, then closed then for a few seconds before opening them a little more slowly. The room was white, too white in his opinion, but that came secondary to his confusion as to 'where' exactly, he was ..... "Admiral. Welcome back to the land of the living." a nurse said, "I'll inform the Doctor you are awake." she finished before moving away. Marcus tried to sit up, but couldn't move save for his head. "Admiral .. I am T'Pen .. You are restrained by a force-field for your .. Protection ..You have been restless over the last three days." the Vulcan said, checking readings on the Bio-bed, "Would you like a drink of water ?" Brahms' eyes suddenly widened, and if possible he shrunk deeper into the bed. He hadn't heard the last part of what the Doctor was saying ... All he could hear was one word blasting into his sub-conscious ... 'SOON !!!' ..........
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Post by Marcus Brahms on Dec 4, 2008 1:22:02 GMT
He opened his eyes .. The room was in complete darkness. Glancing over the bed cover toward the sound he had heard, he froze in fear as he saw the monster approaching. The stench was horrific, a blood, death, rancid odour that Brahms couldn't avoid .. As the ogre approached, he could sense that this was his last moments, but suddenly another thought .. He was dreaming .. All he had to do was wake up and the nightmare would be over. In the void between sleep and wakefulness, Marcus willed himself to sit up, and suddenly his eyes sprang open ... There was nothing in the room. It was just a nightmare.
With one final reassuring check he was alone Brahms lay his head on the pillow and began to drift into sleep. But the smell was there again. This time stronger, almost making him want to vomit .. 'this cant be' he thought, but the realization that he had been dreaming and had awoken only as a part of that original dream made him shiver in fear .. Opening his eyes he could see the monster was only meters away, and as he drew a breath to scream he sat bolt upright in his bed, in an empty room ..
Sweat poured freely from every pore in his body, but he realized that this was, in reality, just a dream, no, a nightmare, but he had awoken from it and all was well .. He wiped the moisture from his brow and placed his head on the pillow ..
In a deep, dreamless sleep, Brahms' unconscious mind began to detect an odour, but not only the stench of rotting, rancid flesh, but heat, warmth from something almost 'brushing' against his face. Brahms woke yet again. But the sight that confronted him was more, much more than his mind could cope with. The beast was already swinging his massive claws toward his exposed throat, and Marcus knew there was nothing he could do to prevent his slaughter .. With all his strength he screamed ..
The blood-curdling scream stopped everyone in Sick-bay in their tracks ! .... No-one had heard such a terrifying sound before, and the sight of Admiral Brahms sitting bolt upright, despite the force fields' attempts to hold him. Terror could not be described, but the vision that confronted the staff was terror personified ... It took four injections of sedative from the nurses hypo-spray to finally relax Brahms' body enough to lay him back down. Physical restraints were added before the nurse was relatively sure they were safe while waiting for the doctor ... Marcus knew nothing of this ... He had plunged into a nightmare world were he would suffer for all eternity ..........
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Post by K'nara Corval on Dec 4, 2008 20:34:37 GMT
JP by Horn and K'Nara
=^=Maam I regret to inform you the Captain has slipped into a coma=^= K'Nara felt all eyes on the bridge on her. =^=Acknowledged. I will be right down.=^= She turned to the nearest ensign and barked, "Have Mr Horn meet me in sickbay immediatly. Sharon, you have the bridge." K'Nara set off to sickbay.
Peter was crouching on the floor in his quarters, then knocked flat onto his back as Tundra gave him a firm shove. To his right, the two girls were laughing, while Harley chuckled as she watched her husband's antics with the dog. Tundra stood over her master, deftly pinning him to the deck while she licked his face. He too, started to laugh, just as his combadge chirped. "Horn here." He listened as the report came through. "On my way," he answered. "Tundra down." The dog obediently sat herself down, right on his abdomen.
Gasping, Peter pushed her aside, then rose to his feet. "I will not be long," he told his wife, while ruffling his loyal pet's fur. Once he was outside their quarters, he broke into a run, entering sickbay a few minutes later. "You called, commander?"
"Captain Brahms has slipped into a coma," K'Nara informed him. "The doctors have no explanation why."
Peter did a double take as she bluntly gave him the bad news. "How?" he asked, his eyes darting across sickbay, searching. "When?"
K'Nara fought back an urge of frustration. "As I said, the doctors have no explanation. And it has just happened. He came too after his several day "detoxification", she fished for the word, deciding on that finally. It was no secret among the senior officers Brahms had turned to alcohol as a crutch. "Woke up, screamed and then slipped into a coma."
The Vulcan had been aware of the admiral's recent intoxicated behaviour and had even offered his help, which had of course been refused. He'd also been aware that Naois had tried to help as well, and that he too had been stumped. He sighed. "I should have watched him more closely," he scowled, then turned as nurses rushed towards the bed. He staggered back as a wave of pure terror struck his mental barriers. "This is not just a coma," he breathed.
"I should have beaten it out of him," K'Nara hissed in a manner that made her seem more Klingon than ever. "And what do you mean it is not just a coma?" she demanded.
Shaking his head, wrenching his eyes shut for a moment, he then looked up at the Klingon. "He is terrified," he reported after a moment of concentration. "I do not know why, but he is experiencing a terror beyond recognition. It is unlike anything I ever experienced." He shook his head again. "I am sorry, I cannot explain." He held out his hand to her. "Easiest is to allow you to feel what I feel."
The look K'Nara gave Peter showed him precisely what she thought about the idea of him allowing her to feel anything he was feeling. "I will take your word for it commander. The question is, what do we do?"
"I do not know," he answered honestly, dropping his hand back to his side, allowing it to come to rest on his phaser. "I suggest we have Doctor Mercy examine him thoroughly and go from there. I will sit with him until she arrives." This time, he offered a slight smile. "She has been spending some time alone with her husband."
K'Nara's face did not change at all in recognition of the news Valeia and Naois had been spending some time together. Choosing to ignore it and most certainly not get sucked into any small talk, she merely fixed the Vulcanoid with a cold stare. "Keep me informed of any change. I have some business to attend to on resurrection."
"Of course," the Vulcan acknowledged, inclining his head towards her in a slight nod. "I cannot stay the entire time though, I have to take care of my family as well. I promised Harley I would not take too long." He looked away, almost embarassed. "We had plans for the afternoon, I was going to take her and the girls to the starbase."
K'Nara rolled her eyes. "Have someone stationed with him at all times. And for the purposes of everyone’s happiness I would suggest you steer clear of the portside promenade. In fact I will make it an order," she insisted turning to walk away.
"As you wish." Peter stared after her in a mix of surprise and annoyance. Then he tapped his combadge. "Ian, if you have a moment, please report to sickbay."
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Post by Mel D'BrooNi on Dec 4, 2008 21:13:00 GMT
JP between Horn and Ian
Ian laughed as his fiancé continued to attempt to tickle him. Pinning an amorous Mel down, one of the nicer side effects of this stage of her pregnancy he had decided, he was about to move in for a kiss when his comm. Badge chirped.
=^="Ian, if you have a moment, please report to sickbay." Mel threw her head back in a fit of giggles as Ian cursed.
=^=What’s wrong Peter? =^= Ian asked trying to determine whether to leave the cosiness of the current situation. Mel unfortunately continued to giggle.
"The admiral," Peter answered slowly, "something is very wrong."
Mel seemed to snap to her senses, as he released her. "I'll be right there." Giving the Trill a quick peck on the lips, he jumped up, grabbed his uniform top and set off to sick bay. Peter was stood very stiffly even for a part Vulcan he noted as he arrived.
Still breathing hard, Peter nodded towards Brahms' restrained form. "I can tell he is terrified," Peter informed his assistant, "he is unconscious, in a comatose state but I have the sense that to him, whatever he is dreaming of, is very real to him. I want to know where he has been the last few days, what he has been drinking and whether there is the possibility his replicator was sabotaged."
"I'll get engineering on checking his replicator straight away but there’s no way to tell what he’s been drinking," Ian answered then added awkwardly. "The Captains not . . . .. He’s not been himself for a while."
"I have been aware of that, but I had hoped he would have come to me," Peter answered, "though, I have been very occupied myself these last days."
"Don't beat yourself up," Ian said gently. "I had an uncle who . . . . And well it was years before he could talk to anyone. He will come to you when he’s ready. Look is there no way you could, I don't know reach into his mind, with your previous meld link?" Ian asked.
"I do not believe that would be advisable," Peter answered, "and he would probably put me on report when he gets better too, if I do it. I am not allowed to perform mind melds, remember?"
Ian nodded. "Sorry I thought if you had done it once, you were still kind of linked. I thought perhaps you could guide him back to us."
"I can try," Peter acknowledged, "but I need the doctor's permission to do it."
TBC
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Dec 5, 2008 4:39:13 GMT
Watching her husband tenderly cradling Peter’s new son was almost like looking forward in time for Valeia. Naois looked so content and…happy holding the infant in his arms that for a moment the doctor could almost imagine it was their baby he was holding. Blinking back the tears that suddenly appeared in her eyes, she knew right then and that it was something she wanted. Before, she hadn’t even thought about it, then last night she’d been hesitant if not even a little fearful, but now she was sure. Moving to stand beside Naois, she rested her head against his arm and gently reached out to trace Connor’s face, smiling gently down on the sleeping child and then again at her husband. Their turn would come soon enough…one day…
"Doctor, thank you for being present at the delivery and responding so quickly. I must admit, I was quite worried when Harley went into labor," Peter confessed, looking somewhat chagrined to be saying it, but Valeia merely smiled over at him.
“You’re quite welcome, and your reaction was perfectly understandable given the circumstances. I’m glad it turned out so well. Apparently, your son was in a bit of a hurry to make an appearance ahead of schedule,” the doctor teased, smiling as the infant murmured quietly as if knowing he was being discussed and chiming in as well.
As Naois handed Connor back to his father, Valeia slipped her arm through his. “He’s just beautiful, Peter; thank you for letting us see him, but we should probably get going,” she added, giving her husband’s arm a subtle tug as if to emphasize her point. “If you need anything at all, please don’t hesitate to call me,” she added, as they said their goodbyes to the Horns and to Lieutenant Wolf before departing.
Once they left, Valeia set a quick pace back to her quarters, grinning sideways at Naois, who didn’t ask but returned her grin. Sometimes words were unnecessary.
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When sickbay contacted her about a medical emergency involving Admiral Brahms, the gravity in Sianna’s voice halted any frustration or annoyance at being interrupted before it even fully developed. Grabbing for her commbadge and hastily replying that she was on her way, Valeia was out the door in less than two minutes and to sickbay in less than five. Once she arrived, the doctor found the Admiral restrained and sedated and several white-faced nurses hovering over him. “What happened?” she asked while grabbing for a tricorder and surveying the active bedside monitors.
“Unknown,” the EMH replied. “He was on the bridge when he suddenly began to scream and thrash violently. He was sedated and brought to sickbay, but when he got here, we noticed he’d been…slashed somehow. There was no damage to his uniform, and no trace of anything that caused the wounds.” Indicating to the angry red marks on his chest, the hologram shook her head. “They were pretty deep…”
Frowning, Valeia reviewed the files and scans, as well as did her own examination. “These wound almost look like they were caused from the inside out, but there is no trace evidence in the wound tract to indicate any weapon was use. I’ve never seen anything like this…” she commented almost to herself. Shaking her head, the doctor was baffled. “Keep him sedated while we treat his injuries and then let him come to on his own. Maybe once he regains consciousness, he can provide some sort of explanation or tell us something that might shed some light on this...”
Allowing Sianna and the nurses to tend to his wounds, Valeia took the scans and data they had collected and headed to her office. Although she had indeed never seen anything like it, something about injuries appearing to be inflicted from within triggered some sort of...familiarity. She had heard about this from somewhere but where? Perusing the files looking for anything that might help her remember where she’d heard it from, the doctor had a strange uneasy feeling about this. ‘Injury from within…’ she repeated to herself over and over again. Why did those words sound so familiar? Medical Psychology. The sudden realization had her bolt for the door. “I’ll be in my quarters,” she called back to her staff as she rushed out of sickbay.
Bursting into their quarters, Valeia addressed Naois before the doors had even shut behind her. “Naois have you ever heard of psychophysiological effects?” she asked breathlessly. Her husband looked startled by her sudden appearance, so without pausing for him to reply, she continued. “At the Academy, I was required to take a course on Medical Psychology. During one of the lectures, they were discussing the effect of the mind on the body, and the proffesor mentioned it was possible to cause a physical injury as the result of an imagined or hallucinated event, and it was referred to as a psychophysiological effect. I thought they were exaggerating or trying to make psychology, which I didn’t care for at the time, more important, but I think that might be what’s happening to Admiral Brahms now,” she finished.
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When a sudden surge of terror crossed her senses, the Betazoid gasped. “I think he’s awake,” Valeia whispered. “Come to sickbay with me,” she requested, even as sickbay called to inform her Marcus had regained consciousness. The doctor was already halfway out the door. Even as she approached sickbay, she could feel something awful. It started out quiet, but it soon grew into a deafening roar of fear that felt like someone was driving a blade into her brain. Ignoring the pain, she kept going, but when the doors slid open before her, the intensity was excruciating.
Wincing against the onslaught, Valeia approached K’Nara, Ian, and Peter, who were standing near the biobed. The security chief looked a little pained as well. “I don’t know what’s going on entirely,” the doctor began without preamble, “but I do know what caused his physical injury. Something awful is going on in his mind, so terrible that it’s frightening him enough to cause physical injuries corresponding to what’s happening in his brain.” Turning to a nearby nurse, Doctor Mercy added. “He’s not sedated heavily enough. I can still feel whatever is happening. If he gets hurt in these…nightmares, he could end up physically hurt or even killed as well.”
Turning back to the Commanders, Valeia continued. “I don’t know what is actually causing this to happen, but he’s experiencing it even while in a coma, so we need to keep him heavily sedated to prevent physical harm. As to the cause, your guess is as good as mine at this point. I am not detecting any telepathic activity, but that doesn’t necessarily rule it out. I can run a full toxicology panel to determine if he’s ingested anything hallucinogenic, but it’s hard to imagine that we’d missed that...”
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Post by Commander Peter Horn on Dec 5, 2008 21:50:39 GMT
"Please do everything you can," Peter ordered, before beckoning Naois. "Captain, a word please?"
Naois nodded and followed the younger man to a spot a few paces away. "You are planning on initiating a mind meld are you not?" he guessed, "and you are aware of the danger in doing so? Admiral Brahms is in a coma, we do not know when he might wake up. For you to do this, is extremely dangerous and I know you have standing orders not to engage in any."
The younger Vulcan raised his hand to silence his superior in rank. "I am aware of that," he said coldly, "but there is something at work here that we can neither see nor make visible on sensors. This may be the only chance we have. I need your help, however." Peter paused briefly. "I need you to be my anchor, pull me back when you think it has taken too long for me to come out of it. I am well aware of the danger to me, but I do not intend to go too far. I only intend to see whether I can actually reach Marcus."
Naois nodded. "I will assist," he promised, "but only because I am aware of your skill."
Together, the two Vulcans walked back, where Naois took up residence beside the bed, while Peter stood at the head of it. Sianna glanced from both men to the CMO and back to the men. "What do you think you're doing?" she demanded, giving Valeia a sharp nudge.
Peter had attached a monitor to his throat, knowing Valeia and Sianna both would insist upon it. "I am going to attempt to reach the admiral," he announced, "Naois will be my anchor. Please, keep your distance, it is dangerous enough as it is."
The security chief briefly locked eyes with Ian, then concentrated on the prone figure of the admiral. Carefully, his fingers found the katra points on the Human's face and he whispered the traditional words that would initiate the meld.
From the side, Naois watched, ready to step in. He saw the younger man's face distort in terror. Glancing at the monitor read-out, he saw something he didn't like at all but he said nothing. It wasn't his place to offer diagnosis to something he noticed.
Peter felt himself plunge into a void, but he found no essence of his friend. ~marcus~ he called out, searching, going deeper into the admiral's mind ~marcus, you must come back~ Nothing. Knowing full well how draining mind melds were on him, Peter knew he was at the end of his search, he could go no further. He suddenly felt himself being drawn back, and he allowed his anchor to guide him back.
Naois' hand fell back from Peter's face, his expression drawn. "Are you all right?" he asked.
Peter nodded in return. "I could not find him," he answered sadly, "he is too far gone. I could not find him, I am sorry."
"Rest now," Naois urged, waving Valeia over, "and let the doctor take a few scans. You look far too pale and you have your family to consider. In fact, I insist you go home once Valeia gives you the all clear."
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Post by Commander Peter Horn on Dec 9, 2008 15:28:49 GMT
*pokes* anyone around???
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Dec 10, 2008 18:05:08 GMT
In spite of her dislike of this mind meld idea, Valeia allowed it. Not only had Peter taken all the necessary precautions with the cortical monitor and having Naois as an anchor, but like the security chief, she too sensed something non-medical was going on here, and without any other options open to her, this was the only thing she could think of that had any hope of success. Standing close by, Doctor Mercy carefully watched the proceedings. The entire time Commander Horn was linked with their commanding officer, something showed up on his monitor that she had never seen before, something wrong. The doctor was tempted to step in, but aside from the readings and the transferred terror he was experiencing, the Vulcanoid officer was still in control of his own mind and the meld, and so she stayed out of it.
Feeling the exact moment when Peter realized it wasn’t working, Valeia reached for a neural inhibitor even as Naois stepped in to draw him back. As the security officer’s eyes fluttered open, she pressed the hypospray to his throat to help him. The Betazoid could see the traces of sorrow in his eyes at his failure to reach his friend, but she knew he’d done all he could without risking himself. Reaching for a tricorder, the doctor carefully scanned the Commander. Except for a decrease in neuro-chemical and energy levels, he seemed to fine, just exhausted. “You came through it just fine, but Naois is right. You need to rest, and I’d avoid any strenuous activity, especially telepathic, for the next few days.” Glancing back at the monitor, which now showed normal, Doctor Mercy added, “You may not have been able to reach him, but sensors picked up something unusual while you were linked. I’m not sure what it is, but I believe it is the closest we’ll get to seeing what’s happening.”
Sighing sadly, Valeia glanced at the Admiral. “Unfortunately, there’s nothing I can do to help him. All we can do is wait for his brain wave activity to return to normal and hope he wakes up,” the doctor reported, wishing there was more she could do.
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Post by K'nara Corval on Dec 13, 2008 18:02:05 GMT
K'Nara knocked back her blood wine, smacking her lips in satisfaction as the alcohol burned her throat. Snarling slightly to show her appreciation she slammed the goblet down on the table, allowing Saqim to refill it once more.
Her cousin beltched loudly before breaking into a few lines of a drinking song. K'Nara joined in merely for something to do as they awaited the other 2 guests joining their party. Tak Science had already apologised having been caught up with something in the Science lab. However Dyazelya was trying her patience.
"Perhaps she has stopped to bed a male," Saqim sniggered as he took another large swig from his goblet. K'Nara promptly punched him, then grabbed him by either shoulder.
"She would be unwise to do so considering what we are about to discuss," she hissed at him. "But if she has, know that I will tear her apart limb for limb for not dedicating her full attention to me."
The other Klingon laughed breaking her hold. "I am glad to see you have not lost your usual temperment. There were several in the family worried that you would come back a federation lamb. Word has it your captain is currently lost for duty."
"Brahms will beat whatever has its hold on him, I am in no doubt." She informed in the snorted. "Were you one of "the" family?"
"After "S'Tokkr"," he turned and spat on the floor making a waitress passing jump and then scury away quickly, "I would not doubt you."
K'Nara nodded sitting back down as a familiar cat like alien entered. She waved Tak Science over. As he slumped into the chair next to her Saqim eyed him with distrust.
"What are you?" he demanded sitting up squarely.
"tey'loD," K'Nara barked. "He is the one who verifyed the dagger and as such will have your respect." Saqim fired off some rapid Klingon that Tak could not translate then slammed his fist on the table.
"Will you try order me about too cousin?" came a female voice behind her. "Respect has to be earned and after everything I have just gone through to be here, you are not in a position to pull any piece of baktag orders on me."
K'Nara rolled her eyes as her female cousin Dyazelya leaned on the table and looked the K'zinti over. "I take it your not late from bedding a male then?" K'Nara asked non chalent. Saqim snorted and roared into laughter.
Dyazelya fixed her with a glare before then to K'Nara's suprise and horror, she ran a finger down the Cat beings cheek before addressing him.
"Will you have our back when we interogate the Breen I wonder? I know I can count on my cousins but I do not have the measure of you and until I am satisfied with that I will not," she glared once more at K'Nara, "devulge the location of the Breen general you are so eager to pay a visit."
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Post by Commander Peter Horn on Dec 15, 2008 20:27:41 GMT
Peter had taken a few hours of rest, as Naois had politely suggested, which resulted in three hours of actual sleep and two hours spent with his family. After that, he had quickly checked on Brahms, before going back to the bridge. Surprisingly, he had actually dreamt during his sleep, something which was very unusual for him as he very rarely dreamt at all.
He was even more surprised not to find K'Nara on the bridge, as she'd never let an opportunity go by without bossing people around when Brahms was off duty. He remembered that she too, of course, was probably on the station, enjoying her shoreleave. He also remembered that she still had her issue with the Klingon dagger, which he too had verified as being real. He couldn't blame her for wanting a scientist's verification though, which he was certain the Kzinti science chief was capable of providing.
Almost automatically, he started searching for the Kzinti, not even phased when he found him to be off ship and in the presence of K'nara and two other Klingons. Eyes narrowing, he refined his search. Something was wrong, he just knew something was wrong but he couldn't identify what. There just was something about the Klingons that his first officer was with, the company she was keeping. While he understood her need to know, he really wished she was more careful.
True, she was sharing a drink, but that was what bothered him, as she never just shared a drink with anyone, certainly not with their Kzinti science officer. Not after the trouble they'd had with the Wahiri and nearly being killed by a feline. No, something was definitely wrong, and he needed to be certain. And there was only one way to find out, even though he knew that would quite likely sett her off against him once more.
He pulled his phaser out from his console, attached it to his uniform and walked out, alerting Ian on the way on where he'd be in case of an emergency. He stalked off the ship and beelined for K'Nara's last known location. His right hand on the phaser, he held his left on his dagger; he could shoot with either hand, but for close combat, he relied on his left as was his nature to do. "I would think you would keep better company than this, Commander Corval," he said solemnly, as he stepped out of the shadows, "or at least find a more public place to be inconspicuous."
The Vulcan security chief didn't so much as twitch or smile as his words left his mouth. Instead, he cast the Klingons a stony glancy, then ignored them further. "I told you that dagger is real, and I trust Mr Science has told you as well. What more proof do you need?" His gaze flicked to the Klingons again, keeping close watch. In doing so, he briefly lost his watch on K'Nara, but that couldn't be helped. "Her weapon is as real as yours," he stated gravely, his fingers tightening around the hilt of his own. Of course, he meant the dagger she believed to be her brother's, not her own personal dagger, or even the one he'd given her on her wedding day.
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Post by K'nara Corval on Dec 15, 2008 21:22:03 GMT
jp Between Peter and K'Nara
"I would think you would keep better company than this, Commander Corval," he said solemnly, as he stepped out of the shadows, "or at least find a more public place to be inconspicuous." K'Nara sensed Dyazelya and Saqim tense as if they were likely to launch themselves at the nosey Vulcanoid. Briefly holding a hand up at them she sighed. She really should have seen this coming.
Allowing him to prattle on strangely about the dagger and think it to be her brothers rather than her fiancées, she strongly considered punching the smug alien in the face. Certainly Saqim had to look like he was tempted. "Mr Horn, these are my cousins. You met them at the wedding," she informed him dryly deciding not to make a scene in public. "And what I do in my time is none of your business."
"It is when your behaviour is suspect," Peter countered, though he relaxed slightly. He gazed squarely at the cousins, trying to remember them but his memories of the wedding were mostly suppressed as he had several bad memories about it. "I do not remember them," he then answered honestly. Not that he was capable of answering in any other way, nor that he would try. His eyes never left Saqim, though he was addressing his superior officer. "And you have to admit that it is my business to know what people do in their free time, lest they do something that I might need to reprimand them about later. On or off duty, my work never ends commander."
"You are a nosey Ha'DIbaH," Saqim informed him bluntly, eyes narrowing before turning to K’Nara. "And perhaps I was wrong earlier, you are a federation lamb."
K'Nara laughed very briefly before punching Saqim square in the jaw and then deciding to hell with it all and socking Peter as well. Both males staggered back. She stood over Peter. "You insult me in front of members of the house of Corval. Know your place. I am your superior. Do you wish me to prove it by way of Klingon custom as you clearly do not respect me in a federation light?" she snarled.
Eyes wide, Peter caught himself on a table and straightened, pulling his expression into something resembling neutral again. He refrained from nursing what he knew would become the Vulcan equivalent of a black eye. Instead, he merely glowered back at K'Nara. "Be very careful of how you respond K'Nara," he growled, "be very careful indeed. I did not come here to start a fight. I came because I was...concerned. It is my task to be concerned about the crew's well-being and these Klingons," he waved off-handedly at their other companions, "were suspect to me. If you say they are family, I shall believe that. Next time, do try to be more...blending in with the other people here on the station. Your actions were suspect, and I was bound to investigate."
"He is the one who murdered your husband," Saqim roared, it finally dawning on him. K'Nara set upon her cousin with a rapid stream of Klingonese. He wisely decided not to follow that statement.
"I told you to stay clear and you agreed," she rounded on Horn. "Yet you did not keep your word. But fine, as you are intent on getting in my way. I'll tell you everything. I'm about to go confront a Breen general. The same one who we believed blew up years ago along with my fiancé at the time. I am going to find out if he’s alive and you will not stop me."
She hit him again, doing far more damage than causing a black eye. Peter heard something crack as severe pain set in.
Biting back a yelp and a wave of nausea, Peter steadied himself against the table, the strain of gripping the hilt of his dagger causing the skin of his left hand to turn a sickly shade of yellow/green. Yet, he did not draw the dagger. Instead, he glared at K'Nara, trying very hard to keep his focus, trying very hard not to lose his perfectly maintained control. "I will and I can," he snarled back, forgetting the presence of the Kzinti science officer altogether. It was unknown whose side he would choose; even though Peter was very well aware of the danger he'd gotten himself in. He stood up to a Klingon, in his book that ought to count for something, shouldn't it? "You will do this the correct way," he insisted, "and it will not happen without my assistance."
"This is not your fight and if you were going to stop me you would have drawn your dagger by now," K'Nara fixed him with a stare that in the time he had known her, he did not recognise at all. She launched at him again as the two Klingon cousins were now roaring in laughter at Peter. Grabbing his arm, she broke it in one swift move, and as it flew back and he cried out in pain, she grabbed the dagger. "This is my way," she hit him again. "And I will follow it through." Smack, she hit him again and quite out of the blue kicked him in the groin drawing peter to his knees. "Now go back to your daughters, your new son, and your wife before I knock you unconscious and leave you naked in an abandoned quarter’s closet" She hissed.
Breath knocked out of him, Peter's chest heaved as he tried to breathe, pain lancing through his entire body, almost overwhelming him. Yet, through sheer will-power, he rose himself back up to his feet, holding his injured arm close to his body. With his right hand, he drew his phaser, though his hand was shaking with effort. Already, he knew he'd not be able to pull the trigger. "You are not leaving without me," he insisted, "if you do, I swear you will not see the end of it." His mood had darkened considerably, and being in pain as he was didn't help either. He also didn't like the way the woman was behaving, not trusting her for one second at present. He sensed the danger, and her fury threatened to overwhelm him as well. Surprisingly, he managed to keep on his feet, even though his muscles were protesting. His good eye narrowing, he glowered at her. "You would not get far," he threatened.
Saqim muttered something in Klingonese that Peter barely managed to translate. "Hurry up and finish him, we have a transport to catch," He made the fatal error of looking at the male Klingon. That split second was all K'Nara needed to kick the phaser out of his hand before ramming his good arm and shoulder hard against the wall. "Let’s see," she challenged as he started to loose consciousness.
3 hours later Peter woke up to find his clothes gone and he was inside a closet. Surprisingly his dagger was laid on the floor in front of him.
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Post by Mel D'BrooNi on Dec 15, 2008 21:49:34 GMT
"The station reports it will take several hours to caliberate the sensors sir," Ian was informed.
He held Peters comm badge infront of him once again. Since not checking in 2 hours ago, he had followed protocol and having not managed to establish communication, had beamed him back, only to find the Vulcan was not attached to his badge.
"Dam it," Ian muttered. "Get some search teams together. The Captain is in a coma, the XO has gone missing and now the Chief has disappeared. I cannot wait several hours." Around him several of the security team were nodding in agreement. Something strange was definitely going on.
"Ian, I need to talk to you," to his suprise Mel's voice carried through his comm. Badge.
"Mel this really isn't a good time," Ian snapped slightly.
"As acting chief of security, you are going to want to see this," She responded.
"Mel I have to locate . . ."
"I already have located or will have in approximatly 10 minutes once my programme finishes coding," she snapped at him.
"Huh?" Ian said stunned. What was going on.
"Meet me in transporter room 2 immediately. Oh and bring a blanket," she said adding to his confusion.
Taking 2 of the boys with him, he signalled for the rest to hang fire briefly. Stopping only to replicate a blanket, they walked into the transporter room, phasers drawn tentatively. Ian left the other two stationed by the door and came up behind Mel. She pointed at the console, ran her fingers through a sequence and Ian's eyes widened in amazement at what he watched.
"I'm ready now," Mel said waiting for his nod. Ian looked once more at the blanket in his hand and nodded. She pressed two more buttons and then started the proceedure to energise. Infront of them Peter Horn materialised, without any clothes. He was however tightly holding a dagger.
Ian was on his feet immediatly, and got the blanket round him. "Sir?" he asked in confusion.
"How did you find me?" Peter asked. "I have no comm. badge."
K'Nara sent me a message with instructions how to calibrate the sensors," Mel answered trying hard not to look directly at him.
Now everyone was looking confused. "Lets get you to sick bay and you can ermm tell us all about it," Ian said. He moved Peter back onto the transporter padds and Mel obeyed beaming them directly to sickbay.
Tag <Valeia/ Harley/ Peter>
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Post by Commander Peter Horn on Dec 16, 2008 20:08:41 GMT
Peter felt his hold on consciousness flee from him as K'nara pressed him against the wall. His left arm was throbbing as was the left side of his face; the pressure against his upper body wasn't helping either as he was certain at least one rib was broken. His right hand felt bruised though he wouldn't be surprised if a few bones were broken there as well. Fortunately for him there was little external bleeding, and whatever was going on internally, his nano's were trying to fix. Trying, because they were still not quite up to par, but they were certainly getting there.
His last conscious thought was of K'Nara casting a beaming, but toothy smile at him before he slid from her grip. He was unaware of being carried off and undressed, but when he woke, the first thing he realised was that he was in pain, and he was cold. He couldn't open his left eye and his arm had gone stiff and senseless. Peter tried flexing his fingers, but the jab of pain that shot up his arm changed his mind fairly quick.
Looking around through his single good eye, he surveyed the cramped room he was in. Shifting slightly to look up, he saw a shelf above him, no more than half a meter up. There was no room for much movement, not that he really wanted to move. He couldn't suppress the violent shiver that ran down his spine, nor could he suppress the wave of embarassment that he experienced. He did successfully manage to suppress his anger, especially when he noticed his Honour Blade lying at his feet. Biting through the agony, he leaned forward as much as the cramped room allowed, then gripped the dagger tightly.
The Vulcan grimaced as his fingers curled around the hilt, but he was pleased to note that at least his hand seemed just bruised, because he could bend the fingers of his right hand with little effort. Just as he hugged the dagger to him, feeling the cold steel against his bare skin, he had the strangest sensation of being transported.
At first, since he was barely conscious and freezing cold, he assumed it was just a dream, just a less pleasant one than he'd had not too long ago. He was surprised that he dreamt at all, which he was certain would have some strange explanation somewhen. Next, he was aware of Ian wrapping a blanket around him, which made him acutely aware of his nakedness.
Despite the cold, his face flushed a slightly darker shade of green, while the rest of his body maintained a sickly green/yellow shade, indicating hyothermia. That realisation alone brought back bad memories and he shivered violently.
The next thing he became aware of was being transported again, but as soon as he materialised on a biobed, he knew he was safe. He yelped as someone jarred his broken arm and the blanked moved painfully past his cheek, then lost consciousness a second time.
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Dec 17, 2008 1:50:18 GMT
In spite of being on shoreleave, Valeia was still visiting sickbay a few times a day to check on the Admiral. No CMO liked having her commanding officer in sickbay, not to mention unconscious, stuck in a comma, and suffering from some unknown condition, so whenever Naois was busy or she had a sudden idea as to what could be wrong, the doctor was sneaking down to sickbay to see how Brahms was doing or try something new to help. Unfortunately, so far nothing seemed to change his status, but that didn’t stop her from trying just about everything she could think of, hoping that somehow there was something that they could do to help him recover.
And so she was in sickbay checking the readouts when the transport occurred and suddenly there were two security officers in the middle of sickbay, one looking quite worried and the other looking...not well at all. Being a doctor, the first thing that she noticed was the obvious injuries, the facial bruises, bloody nose, ‘black’ eye, some obvious breaks, and then the horribly swollen shoulder and broken arm that was on the outside of the blanket. Then she noticed Peter’s state of…undress, as well as his shivering and the strange tinge to his skin. “Commander!” Valeia exclaimed horrified by the severity of his injuries as she surged forward with several nurses.
A quick scan with the tricorder revealed a multitude of injuries, including a broken nose, eye socket, cheekbone, arm, and several ribs. Valeia had to bite back anger at whoever had done this to Peter. Shaking her head, she looked up at Lieutenant Brooks. “Well, he’s got multiple broken bones, including his left arm, which is in bad shape, a mild concussion, his face took quite a beating, and he’s pretty bruised up in general. Clearly, he crossed someone wrong. What in the world happened, Ian?”
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Post by Mel D'BrooNi on Dec 17, 2008 6:48:50 GMT
As Ian
Ian watched the Doc go to work and her facial expressions he imagined pretty much matched his and Mels upon beaming Peter to sickbay. Peter had yet to say anything since they had got him back to the transporter room.
As she worked on the diaggnosis, Ian went and replicated Peter some clothes. He was indecisive for a moment. Uniform or civilian. Then he chose the decision to replicate a uniform. If he knew Peter right, and he was pretty sure he would, as soon as he could the Vulcan would be wanting to go up to the bridge. After all with K'Nara god knows where, he was in charge now. Returning back, Valeia looking more and more unhappy he placed it gently by his bosses side on the bio bed, nodding only at Peter.
Valeia then took him to one side. “Well, he’s got multiple broken bones, including his left arm, which is in bad shape, a mild concussion, his face took quite a beating, and he’s pretty bruised up in general. Clearly, he crossed someone wrong. What in the world happened, Ian?”
"Well Doc, I would say thats a very good question and one I intend to get to the bottom of. K'Nara went to the station on shoreleave and has gone missing. Then Peter went to the station and failed to communicate back at the appointed time. Following protocol, I was about to start a search when Mel contacts me and says get to transporter room 2 and bring a blanket. I get there and she shows me a transmission in which our XO informs us to set the computers up with a program to beam exactly Peters DNA sequence back, something that would have taken the starbase hours with all the occupants on there and then we beamed the commander up, ermm minus his clothes. I brought him here and you know the rest," Ian finished. He was no happier than Valeia.
Turning back, despite the pain Peter had put the uniform on. The doctor pressed her lips together as she and Ian both stepped back to Peter. The Doctor reached for a hand held tool and shot Ian a look which he took as he could take the lead on this one. As she started doing whatever it was the tool did, waving it around Peters shoulder, he crossed his arms.
"Okay, from the beginning. What happened sir?"
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Post by Commander Peter Horn on Dec 17, 2008 20:08:21 GMT
The Vulcan suppressed a hiss as the doctor went about healing his injuries, gently probing them here and there. While he didn't quite appreciate being touched, he could understand the necessity. He hissed again, but fixed his gaze on Ian. Peter refrained from taking a deep breath, trying to relax as much as was possible while he was lying on the bed. This wasn't the first time he was injured through K'Nara, and he was quite certain it wouldn't be the last.
"K'Nara happened," he scowled as he allowed Valeia to tend to the injuries in his face. "She has gone off to find a Breen general, for reasons that I cannot disclose. Family honour is involved." He sighed. "I confronted her, and she...attacked me."
Peter paused briefly, trying to remember the specifics. "There were two Klingons with her, so naturally she had to or she would have lost face with them. I had not, however, counted on her following through on her threat to leave me behind, disrobed. She knocked me unconscious and left me where you found me. Everything between losing consciousness and waking up here is a haze."
Gradually, he was regaining some vision through his injured eye, and the pain faded once the sedatives kicked in. "Thank you doctor," he said softly, as he sat up. Or rather: tried to, for a strong hand blocked his way.
"Where do you think you are going commander Horn?" a cold voice sounded from his right.
Following the sound of the voice, Peter turned his head, unable to hide his surprise at seeing Naois. He'd sooner expected his uncle, Goran, but he hadn't spoken to the old man for a few days now. "I am in command," Peter explained, "my place is on the bridge."
"Is that so." Naois' voice sounded almost frosty as he cast a cold glare at the younger man. "You were barely alive when you were brought in, or so it looked anyway. You are hardly in any shape to return to your duties. Are you trying to get yourself killed?"
When Peter cast his friend the coldest glare he could muster, he saw Naois stumble back a few paces, surprise and shock registering on his face. "Who are you, to judge me," he snapped back, while he sat up. He winced, then inspected his arm. "I would appreciate some support for this doctor," he requested, "I have no intention to engage in heroics. I am going to the bridge to finish some work and then I am headed home. Tomorrow, I shall start tracking Commander Corval."
Recovering slowly from the near mental attack, Naois straightened, his expression close to fury as he walked up beside his wife. "Attack me again commander, and I shall personally see you thrown into the brig. Do not forget I do have that authority."
Peter's mouth became a very thin line as he pressed his lips together, fighting back an angry retort. Now would not be the time to lose control. "Ian, help me up," he ordered, feeling horribly ill balanced. He had only half his vision to rely on, as his eye too was bandaged, and he was out of balance due to his broken arm and cracked ribs. He felt horribly handicapped, even though he could still rely on his "seventh" sense, as he could before. His retalliation on Naois had quite proven that. "Do not go too far counselor," he warned, "you are but a guest on this vessel."
Naois nodded tightly, before circling his arm around Valeia's wait, fearful that the Vulcan's wrath might shift to his wife. "I will be checking in later, as is my duty as counselor," he promised, his tone slightly more friendly. In return, Peter nodded and swiftly disappeared from sickbay.
Minutes later, Peter arrived on the bridge and slowly made his way to his console. "Miss Wolf, please re-route any important messages to my quarters," he told Sharon, who seemed glued to a scanner at the operations station. "Oh...and thank you for your visit earlier. Harley and I enjoyed your company very much."
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Dec 17, 2008 20:55:03 GMT
As the retreating form of Commander Horn exited sickbay, a shocked into silence Valeia spun on Naois. “How could you let him walk out like that?!” she demanded, not exactly mad at him, but certainly not happy. “And you,” she added, turning to Ian. “How could you let your boss walk out in that condition? I don’t think it’d take a doctor to see that he was in no condition to leave yet. He left too quickly for me to even say a single word, and you both know that I could never physically stop him.”
Glaring at the both of them, so furious sparks were practically shooting out of her eyes, the Betazoid regarded them coldly. “I want him back in this sickbay in fifteen minutes...no ten. Those are DOCTOR’S orders, and need I remind you in medical matters I outrank all of you, even you Naois. So go to the bridge and bring him back!” she ordered before storming into her office, still seething, but trying to cool down.
How dare Peter just circumvent her like that, walking off too quickly to give her a chance to object? And Naois and Ian...they knew better than that. There was no excuse for just allowing a clearly injured officer to walk out of sickbay just because he was insistent. Had they given her an opportunity, that was what sedatives and restraints were for after all. All three knew better than this, and she was absolutely fed up with being simply ignored and overruled when it came to medical matters. Well as far as she was concerned, this wasn’t going to happen again. She’d been disregarded for the last time, because now it was time for the doctor to pull rank.
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Post by Mel D'BrooNi on Dec 17, 2008 21:34:56 GMT
Ian endured the earful Valeia launched at him and exchanged a glance at Naois. The vulcan started in the medical offices direction but Ian stopped him slightly. "Let me, She can't yell at me out of hours," he said softly.
Entering the office, he was hit by the fact last time he had been here she had been crying and he had done a terrible job talking to her.
"If I can have a word," he said. She was still shooting him a look that in his eyes was equivilent of the fire of a thousand suns but it fazed him not. He continued forward and sat down opposite her.
"Peter is stubborn. Believe me I know my boss, better than a lot of people. And right now his mind is on the fact the ship is his responsibility and 2 of his closest work colleagues are, well clearly in strange places," Ian said seriously.
"Closest work colleagues," the doctor spat, "Look what one of them did to him."
Ian nodded. "Its the Klingon way. Its the warrior way. I don't like it, I most certainly don't agree with it and more than always get sucked into it but it is always going to crop up and never going to disapear. And despite the XO and Peter being at each others throats all the time and trying to pull pieces quite literatly off each other, they are rather fond of each other. You have to have noticed that!"
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"You are quite right. You can over rule and deserve far more respect than you ever get but as I know this is going to get difficult, purely due to the forementioned stubborness. I am asking you to meet me half way. If I drag his vulcan backside back down here for you, how long until he finds some way to sneak off? And if he does cooperate he will sulk and be just be the worst patient."
Suprisingly Ian got a half a smile from her.
"Look if I promise to stay at his side like glue, and ensure he doesn't over exert himself, and if he does for a second, you have my word I will drag him down here kicking and screaming if you like . . . . would that be okay?"
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Dec 18, 2008 3:30:52 GMT
"It’s the Klingon way. It’s the warrior way. I don't like it. I most certainly don't agree with it, and more than always get sucked into it, but it is always going to crop up and never going to disappear. And despite the XO and Peter being at each others throats all the time and trying to pull pieces quite literately off each other, they are rather fond of each other. You had to have noticed that!" he commented pointedly.
“Strange way they have of showing it,” Valeia shot back. “There is no excuse for such behavior especially on a Federation ship. They are behaving like children, or animals, and it’s unacceptable. My job on this ship is keep everyone well, and with all the other threats out there, it doesn’t help when they keep inflicting injuries on each other when they’re supposed to be working together. I may not be able to do anything about it happening, but I can and will step in when it comes to cleaning up the mess they make, and I have the authority to order him back here to sickbay.”
"You are quite right. You can overrule and deserve far more respect than you ever get, but as I know that this is going to get difficult, purely due to the aforementioned stubbornness, I am asking you to meet me halfway. If I drag his Vulcan backside back down here for you, how long until he finds some way to sneak off? And if he does cooperate he will sulk and be just the worst patient." That was true enough, and she smirked humorlessly at all the antics he tended to pull. "Look if I promise to stay at his side like glue and ensure he doesn't overexert himself, and if he does for a second, you have my word I will drag him down here kicking and screaming if you like…would that be okay?" he offered, clearly trying to come to a compromise.
Sighing in frustration, Valeia ran her fingers through her hair. “It’d be one thing if he broke out when I told him to rest, but I hadn’t even finished treating his injuries. He is up there without vision in one eye, still broken ribs, and an arm that needs a lot more regeneration to even be useable!” Shaking her head, the doctor turned and left the office while still talking. “No, no…he needs to come back here, and if you don’t want to do it, and he,” she added gesturing towards Naois, “doesn’t want to either then I’ll do it myself.” Grabbing her medkit, the doctor stormed for the door. “And don’t even think about getting in my way,” she threw back over her shoulder.
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Arriving on the bridge, the Lieutenant eyed Commander Horn, who already seemed to be aware of her presence, from the turbolift. Striding straight to him, her eyes boring into him, the doctor was not in the mood to be ignored. “You are coming with me, Commander, back to sickbay. I didn’t clear you to leave, and you know that. I understand about being in command and wanting to do your job, but you have two broken ribs, a damaged retina, and several muscle tears in your arm, and that’s just the top of the list. I wouldn’t be doing MY job if I left that alone. Now I don’t want to relieve you of duty and pull medical rank, but I will if I have to do it.”
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Post by Mel D'BrooNi on Dec 18, 2008 6:51:18 GMT
As Ian
Grabbing her medkit, the doctor stormed for the door. “And don’t even think about getting in my way,” she threw back over her shoulder.
Ian was quite stunned yet impressed at how fast the Doc could move when she wanted too. As he struggled to get up again, actually managing to clumsily trip over the desk leg in his rush, he cracked out laughly at himself. She was now he presumed on route to the bridge, this time not letting anyone else have a chance to say anything further more. And they deserved it in his head.
When he finally reached Naois, he nodded at the vulcanoid and stated. "Your wife has style and can move fast." Naois raised his eyebrow in true vulcan fashion but deemed not to comment.
"Stay here and stop Peter from leaving again when we get him back down here, Ian requested."
He got in the turbo lift, and called Mel asking her to personally keep a lock on the commanders comm. badge and the doctors, ready to beam them if he ordered. Why hadn't they just done that sooner, he wondered. They could have beamed him back to sickbay as soon as he had left.
On the bridge Valeia and Peter seemed to be engaged in some sort of silent stare off which again was impressive when the Commander only had one good eye. He really wasn't sure who was winning but that mattered not now.
"Ian," Peter muttered upon noticing his presence, as he was the one facing the turbolift, Valeia had her back to him. "Inform the doctor . . ."
Valeia tensed ever so slightly wondering what he was about to ask Ian to do and whether he would do it.
"No Sir," Ian said shaking his head and cutting him off. "You are to return to sickbay. The CMO has issued orders and is quite right. You should not be here at present." He nodded at Valeia.
Yes he had tryed to compromise with the Doc but he had most certainly not said, that he would not personally bring Peter to sickbay for her. He would have done and was going to do so now. If Peter didn't cooperate, Valeia would not stand a chance physically moving him. She needed Ian and security for that.
"We will bring anything needing your attention on the bridge too you. Miss Wolf, you are in charge up here but are to check in and run anything past the Commander while he is down in sickbay." He said to Sharon and the stunned bridge crew.
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Walking up to Peters side he lowered his voice so only Peter and the Doctor could here. "Sir don't make me restrain you. Do what the good lady says. You can start the chase for the XO when your cleared for duty again and you can take your frustration out on myself not the Doc."
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Post by Commander Peter Horn on Dec 18, 2008 19:41:55 GMT
“You are coming with me, Commander, back to sickbay. I didn’t clear you to leave, and you know that. I understand about being in command and wanting to do your job, but you have two broken ribs, a damaged retina, and several muscle tears in your arm, and that’s just the top of the list. I wouldn’t be doing MY job if I left that alone. Now I don’t want to relieve you of duty and pull medical rank, but I will if I have to do it.”
To say Peter was surprised was an understatement. He very nearly dropped the PADD he was holding on to as her voice startled him. Usually, he was aware of her coming but this time, he hadn't even heard her approach. "I am well aware of my injuries doctor," he stated coldly, staring at her with his single eye. The other one still throbbed but he knew his nano's were slowly starting to get into gear to take care of it. Why they responded so slow, he didn't understand, but at least these days they did respond, so that was something.
The Vulcan knew this was a fight he'd never win, not in this condition, but he had to try anyway. It would be unlike him not to, and if he didn't, the doctor would be certain something was amiss. "I already told you I would not be here long, and that I would rest, in my quarters. I am certain you are well aware of my dislike of spending too much time in any sickbay. I get...restless." That much was true, at least.
He continued to glare at her, holding her gaze steady and not breaking it, not even by blinking. He was distracted when suddenly Ian was at his side and it irked him that his assistant took sides with the doctor. "Thank you so much Ian," he growled. He had no desire to be restrained, even though he believed that, with his broken arm and bruised shoulder, that would be causing harm on the doctor's part, which of course would go right against the very oath she'd taken as a doctor. Ian, however would not be bound by such oaths, and Peter knew his friend well enough to know when he wasn't bluffing.
Two against one...Peter briefly weighed his options. Running was out of the questions, his chest ached too much for that and he had no breath to begin with. Arguing was also not an option, because it was an argument he'd lose, which would probably end up with him being either stunned or sedated. Not something he was looking forward to to begin with. And from the look on Sharon's face, it looked as though she was about to side with Ian and Valeia.
Two lieutenants and an ensign, against an experienced commander. Peter weighed his options again and knew they were slim at best. Finally, he sighed in defeat and put the PADD back on his console. He didn't like his choices, but he reasoned that going back to sickbay was the lesser of two evils. "Very well," he said softly, relaxing his stiff stance a little.
He shivered, suddenly finding the bridge extremely cold, despite the fresh uniform he was wearing. His arm was throbbing again, and heavy against his chest, which already felt as though it was on fire. His control was slipping, and his focus on subduing the pain of his injuries went with it. Sudenly, he felt utterly helpless and it angered him. As security chief, he shouldn't feel like this! As Vulcan, he shouldn't feel at all, yet he did, and it irritated him. What was worse, the irritation was starting to show on his face and his entire bearing.
Peter watched the doctor carefully; he had no desire to upset her further. Her anger hit him like a brick wall and he hated being surprised like this. He started to walk to the turbolift, one pace at the time, waiting for the doctor to catch up. He barely sensed her surprise at his easy submission, nor Ian's.
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Once back in sickbay, closely followed by the doctor, Peter allowed Ian to help him back up on the bed. He saw Naois raise an eyebrow at him, but ignored his friend altogether. Four against one certainly was a bad bet, and he knew Harley'd have a fit if she knew. At least Connor was a quiet baby, which helped, a lot.
He winced when Valeia continued her probing, but he tried to be an obedient patient and followed her instructions precisely. Suddenly he was feeling extremely tired and a sense of sleep overwhelmed him.
Naois watched, a slight smile playing around his lips. "He's dreaming," he announced, "look." He pointed out the rapid movement of Peter's right eye, which of course was closed. "And it looks like it's a good dream too, he's smiling. Oh granted, it is a sour smile, bit it is a smile nonetheless." He briefly touched the younger man's temple, closing his own eyes for a second. "He will be fine," he promised, "your sedatives are working, he is not in pain."
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Dec 19, 2008 3:29:24 GMT
Valeia couldn’t remember being this angry before. One way or another, Peter was coming with her and that’s all there was to it. His attempt to get out of following her orders and then to get Ian to back him up only made her more upset. Luckily, he seemed to see reason and acquiesced rather quickly. A part of her was surprised, but she had been so mad at him that her feelings of justification, that finally she was being respected, overrode any surprise she might otherwise have felt. Commander Horn was clearly not well at all; anyone could see that, and the entire way back to sickbay, his expression, pallor, and movements only continued to prove her right.
As soon as he was back on the biobed, a nurse quietly administered a sedative, much to Valeia’s immense approval. He wasn’t going to be leaving for awhile yet. She carefully tended to his arm as the security chief began to drift to sleep. When the readouts above the bed indicated he was asleep, only then did Doctor Mercy begin to relax. At Naois’ announcement that he was sleeping, she actually cracked a smile, albeit a brief one. Maybe now she would start getting a little more respect.
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A few hours later, and Valeia was feeling much more like herself. Peter was still sleeping soundly, but now all his injuries were repaired, although the regenerated bone and surrounding muscles were still somewhat weak and would take a day or two before being back to normal. His vision had also been restored, although she was concerned there might be some additional blurriness that would need to be tended to, but all in all, Commander Horn was well on his way to being healthy again...probably just in time for him to get injured again somehow. Doctor Mercy did not regret her outburst, as she still felt entirely justified in doing so, but she was now exhausted. It wasn’t often that she got angry, but when she did, it was draining.
Reading over several reports, the doctor found herself yawning often and struggling to keep her eyes open. She’d instructed the nurses to give Peter a steady stream of sedatives to keep him asleep for at least the next twelve hours if not longer to ensure that he did rest, but as far as she knew, Naois was still nearby just in case. Fighting back another yawn, Valeia stood to retrieve yet another cup of coffee, but even her usual habits weren’t making staying awake any easier. After reading the same sentence nearly ten times, Doctor Mercy finally gave in and decided to close her eyes, just for a minute. In no time, she was blissfully asleep, dreaming of Naois.
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Post by Sharon Wolf on Dec 19, 2008 15:11:37 GMT
Sharon had enjoyed seeing Commander Horn's baby, the baby was so cute, Sharon did get a chance to hold the baby before it was time to put the baby back in its crib. Sharon left Commander Horn's quarters and headed to her own, she undressed and went to bed Boots was already on the bed waiting for her and curled up close to her.
The next morning it was business as usual, Sharon did something she rarely did and drank a cup of coffee, she liked it with cream and sugar and ate a bagel with cream cheese, she got dressed, kissed boots who meowed and headed to the bridge. Since they were at the starbase, Sharon did not need to sit at helm, so she went over to operations and decided to look at scans of the cargo bays just to see if they might have a thief on board, she heard the doors open to the turbolift and someone approach.
"Miss Wolf, please re-route any important messages to my quarters," he told Sharon, who seemed glued to a scanner at the operations station. "Oh...and thank you for your visit earlier. Harley and I enjoyed your company very much."
Sharon turned to Commander Horn and gave him a smile. "You are welcome Commander, and I shall reroute your messages."
Sharon tapped a few controls and went back to watching the scanner, not long after the doors to the lift opened again, she expected eith Admiral Brahms or Captain Corval, but someone else approached it was Ian, Mels husband, she heard the him and the Doctor speak to Commander Horn and told him he had to go to sickbay.
"I am well aware of my injuries doctor," he stated coldly.
Sharon looked at the Commander and noticed his eye that did not look to good. 'Commander, I think you should go with the Doctor, I'm sure Captain Corval will be up here soon."
<Peter>
"I have to disagree with you Commander, the Doctor is right, you are in no condition to be up here, look at it logically, Doctors might be barbarians at times but they know whats best for us." Sharon said.
<Peter>
"We will bring anything needing your attention on the bridge too you. Miss Wolf, you are in charge up here but are to check in and run anything past the Commander while he is down in sickbay." He said to Sharon and the stunned bridge crew.
Sharon looked up and around the bridge noting everyones looks then she spoke. "Yes sir."
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Post by K'nara Corval on Dec 21, 2008 21:14:47 GMT
K'Nara sat back in the pilots seat of the small Romulan vessel Saqim had "aquired".
"They are scum, but you cannot doubt their starship abilities," the male Klingon was grousing.
"Perhaps," K'Nara muttered. Behind her Dyazelya was taking more than a healthly interest in her federation colleague. Had it been a different situation in a different time, she may well have found it amusing to watch them.
"Coordinates for the Elgebar system are inputed. I estimate it will take us a little over 2 days to reach the POW camp. If Dyazelya's intelligence is correct they should let us through thinking we are with Dhiemm's convoy," Saqim continued.
"My intelligence is correct," Saqim's sister snarled from the back. "Dhiemm smuggles the Elgebarim ore to the Romulan empire, taking a cut for his trouble. It seems your Breen general moved on to a more lucurative investment, reinventing himself once everyone in the Breen armada thought him dead. Smuggling Ore to buyers and providing a cosy little place for people to get rid of their undesirables as a workforce to boot."
"He would know that we would have continued to hunt him down till he was dead," K'Nara spat. "And why would we have any interest in Elgebarim when we have Kableced in abundence and its far far superior."
"Slipped right under our radar," Saqim added.
"Well of course, that ship blew up. No one got a reading on a second cloaked vessel and any transport activity." K'Nara added as they continued to piece together what had happened 7 years ago. "They had to had help. A third party. To even maintain a POW camp and that not be knowledge to the intelligence agency. They are still being aided. That information is a secondary objective." She barked.
"You are convinced Merzan is alive," Dyazelya demanded. She had asked this question far too many times for K'Nara's liking, yet she answered her honestly again.
"I feel it in my blood. And we owe it to him and Dukath to get him out," she said eyes flashing, "and bring down this Breen pahtk and his operation in the process."
The Corval family members and cat being nodded in agreement. Dyazelya turned her attentions back to Tak Science as K'Nara pulled out Merzans dagger once more. Saqim lowered his voice.
"One thing I do not comprehend cousin," he looked at her. "When we kill this Breen and bring back Dukath his son, he will grant you anything. Why did you not take the opportunity and exact your revenge on Conners killer?"
"Many reasons," she answered knowing full well he would press her further which he did.
"Connor told me to forgive him in StoVoKor. Dukath forbade me. As strange as it seems, he has saved my life more times than I can count and I owe a debt for that, he has 3 innocents as children and whatever I am, I am not that monster, who would take their father away from them. And besides Peter Horn is capable and will come through and aid our escape plan out of the POW camp. He will most certainly not agree with our original idea, but I have made him so angry that he will chase me regardless and find another way. Failing that I have asked him directly for his help and he is honorable, so I believe he will provide it. Plus failing that at the end of it all it is his duty to the Federation to retrieve a AWOL officer."
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Post by Commander Peter Horn on Dec 22, 2008 15:33:48 GMT
Hours later, Peter woke with a start and tried to sit up. However, a single hand, pressed flat upon his chest, witheld him from completing that movement. "Not so fast commander." Peter followed the length of the arm with his gaze, until it finally settled on the smooth features of Counselor Mercy. The Vulcan sighed and relaxed, feeling the pressure on his chest ease, though the hand was not removed. "How do you feel?"
Peter closed his eyes for a few seconds, took a few deep breaths, then opened his eyes again, locking his gaze on the other Vulcan. "I feel nothing," he replied evenly, "however if you are referring to my physical condition, then I am...fine." He felt the hand being moved to his shoulder, giving a slight upward pressure, helping him sit up. Surprisingly, he was no longer in pain, though his arm was still secured in what appeared to be a brace.
Naois nodded in response, then beckoned to someone outside Peter's peripheral vision. "Daddy!" There was a blur and suddenly he felt himself being knocked back on the bed. The PADD his oldest daughter had been holding smacked hard against his shoulder as she wrapped her tiny arms around his neck, but he pretended not to notice.
Peter smiled tenderly as he unwrapped the child's choke hold on him. He was, however, surprised that it was only Seleya that was here. "Where is your mother?" he asked softly.
The child beamed up at him in pride, shoving the PADD in his hand. "Home," she answered. "Auntie K'Nara said to give you this message when you woke up. She sent it to me and made me promise to give it to you."
Peter arched an eyebrow as he glanced up at Naois for confirmation. The older man nodded slightly, but said nothing, observing silently. The security chief raised the PADD and accessed the message that was on it, while keeping his free arm wrapped around his daughter. His expression darkened as he continued to read, then gently lowered his daughter off the bed. "I have to go," he told Naois.
"You are not leaving," Naois answered coolly, "not until Valeia releases you."
"Immediately," Peter added, as if he hadn't heard. Roughly, he shoved the PADD into Naois' hands, not caring whether the force of it hurt him. "A child is in danger, and I will not allow this crazy adventure to harm a child. No matter whose child it is." He rose from the bed and pulled on the clean uniform that was waiting beside it on a chair. "I will submit to Valeia when I return, I promise."
He knelt down to face Seleya, hugging her tightly for a brief moment. "You did well little one. Now, please go with Naois and do as he tells you. I have to leave for a little while, but I promise I will be back soon. Understood?" The child nodded, returned his hug and straightened, touching his hand with a questioning look. Peter laughed at the silent question. "Yes you may go visit Tay."
He rose to his feet and faced Naois. "Will you take her to Tay?"
Naois nodded gravely. "Be careful commander."
Peter nodded once, then was out of sickbay. He only stopped by his quarters to pick up his weapons, kiss Harley and then was on his way. The instructions were very clear and he knew exactly where to find the child.
It didn't take him long to find his way around on Resurrection and find the person who held the child. "I am here for the Breen boy," he stated coldly as he faced the person he had been looking for. It was too bad he had to be looking up, but that didn't intimidate him in the slightest. "I will take him now," he added, equally cold, "and I prefer not to fight you over him, but I will if I must, and I can guarantee that I shall win that fight. You would not survive to tell the tale, I promise you."
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Post by K'nara Corval on Dec 22, 2008 16:58:15 GMT
As the shopkeeper!
The Bajoran female looked Peter up and down cooly. "Believe me sir, I have no intentions of fighting you. Take the child, I have been expecting you. I have fulfilled my debt to the Klingon Dyazelya. He has not been harmed in anyway, for I would not have allowed that and before you ask me, I have no idea what is going on. She asked only that I watched him until a federation person came for him. I owed her a debt and asked no questions. Is that not the safest action around Klingons Mr Horn?" she said with a cocked eyebrow.
Not expecting an answer to her question she disappeared into the back of the shop and returned holding the hand of breen child about the same age as Tay and a bag in her other. "He has said nothing yet I have tryed to talk to him. I have given him food and beverages, he has eaten a little, and also slept abiet with nightmares and if you would care to check the back, he has been quite comfortable." Peter shook his head, knowing from his abilities she was being truthful. However as with all Breen, he could not read anything from the boy.
"I even went and bought him some toys. He has not touched them which is strange for a child," She shook her head as she knelt down and faced him. "But I would like you to keep them. I do not know what has happened in your life for this set of circumstances to be in motion little one but I hope things get better for you." Standing up again she ruffled the hair of the child, who despite his silence did not shy away from her, confirming to Peter he had been in safe hands.
"Here. Everything that Dyazelya brought with him and the toys. All I know is his name is Kenji," the shopkeeper women gently placed Kenji's hand in the stunned vulcanoids. "Good bye little one."
With that she walked away and into the back of the shop. Kenji held on to Peters hand but said nothing, staring only straight ahead.
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Post by Commander Peter Horn on Dec 22, 2008 18:33:29 GMT
ooc: err this is going on the assumption then that Breen children do not wear refrigerator suits, like the adults do.
ic: Peter was stunned, he had expected the need to fight over the child, but he was given to him without so much as a harsh word. The child's grip on his hand was strong and the Vulcan had no doubt he could crush his hand if he wanted to. Despite the fact that it was obvious this was a mere seven year old, according to Human standards that is, Peter knew precious little about Breen children. This was the first Breen child he had ever seen.
Slowly, he turned around to face the child, his expression grave but not unkind. "My name is Peter Horn," he said softly, kneeling before the child to be at eye-level with him, "will you come with me Kenji? I promise you will be safe with me." Quietly, he explained where he was going to take the child, and what his own job was aboard the ship they were going. The child went with him in utter silence.
When Peter returned to the ship, he quietly tapped his combadge. "Commander D'BrooNi, I require your assistance. Please meet me in my quarters." He paused, regarding the silent child. "Please bring young Tay as well, I may require his assistance more than I do yours, in fact."
He kept staring at the child, slightly irritated to be completely blind in his presence. It was annoying enough to be unable to get anything from a Ferengi, but it would've helped greatly if he could read this child. Instead, it was as though he struck a stone wall every time he tried and it made him a little dizzy. After a while, he simply stopped trying.
Harley stared at him when he brought Kenji home, raising both eyebrows in surprise. "Kenji, this is my wife Harley." He offered a small smile as Seleya stepped forward. "And my daughter Seleya. Behind her, you see my other daughter Lilah and the little one is my son Connor."
Shyly, Seleya reached to take the boy's hand and pulled him forward. Peter nodded encouragingly when the boy looked up, questioning. "Be careful Seleya," he warned, before joining his wife. "K'Nara asked me to pick him up, but he has yet to say a word to me. I am hoping that perhaps Tay and Seleya may be able to get him to...," he hesitated briefly, "express himself a little. "If this fails, then perhaps.."
A huge grey blur bounded past. "Tundra!" Peter snapped, calling the canine to a halt. Seleya squealed when the dog knocked her over, laughing brightly as the dog wagged her tail. "Tundra, down!" Peter grabbed the dog by her collar, yanking her back, afraid she might harm the alien child.
Instead, the dog merely sniffed at the boy, not a growl escaped her lips and her hackles weren't raised. Surprised, Peter released her and stood back, watching anxiously.
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Post by Mel D'BrooNi on Dec 22, 2008 21:10:09 GMT
JP between Mel, Tay and Peter
Tay happily let Tundra jump on him as they entered the Horn families’ quarters. Mel sidestepped just in time. Then felt a little dizzy from her still fluctuating blood pressure. Harley was by her side in a second, followed by a worried looking Tay. "Is it the baby again?" he asked, his voice slightly higher than normal.
Harley nodded as she led Mel to the couch. "Don't worry," she urged the boy, "everything is all right. Why don't you go see Seleya?"
Tay nodded but not before putting his hand on Mel’s belly that was now starting to show and saying with surprising authority for him. "This is your uncle. Stop making Mel dizzy." It set Mel off giggling as Tay nodded at her and set off.
Peter smiled as he observed, not even bothering to keep a neutral expression. He was at home and he was fairly relaxed, despite the impracticality his braced arm caused. "Tay, come here," he suggested, while he let his wife fuss over Melanie. "This is Kenji; I have just picked him up from the station. Will you and Seleya show him how to play?"
Tay looked the alien up and down curiously. Then squared his shoulders and nodded, happy that Peter had tasked him with something. He bowed politely to the alien child. "I am Tay. Nice to meet you." The alien just stared back at him and said nothing. Confused he looked at Seleya.
Seleya, roughly two heads shorter than Tay, crawled to her feet and approached. "I'm Seleya," she said clearly, pointing towards the adult male standing close by. "You came with my daddy. Would you play with us?" From a slight distance, Peter nodded in approval to a silent question that was asked.
The child’s eyes shifted to look at Seleya but again he said nothing. Tay pulled Seleya to one side and put his arm round her, lowering his voice. "Perhaps he cannot understand us. Or perhaps he is afraid. Let’s just show him. He will talk when he’s ready."
The girl nodded quietly, aware of the older boy's proximity. She blushed a little but crawled back to the blocks she'd pulled together earlier. "Build a house?" she suggested, handing Tay a few brightly coloured bricks, before holding up one to Kenji as well. "What if he doesn't understand Standard?" she questioned softly, "what if he's....not all there?"
Tay looked the alien deep in the eyes. "He's all there. You’re just scared I think but don't worry Kenji. No one here will hurt you." He bravely moved the boys arm with the brick in and helped him place it next to Seleya's. After about 15 minutes the child started to move blocks himself, making both Tay and Seleya smile but he was still not talking. Next to them Peter put down a plate of snacks.
Tay absentmindly crunched one and nearly turned green. It was some weird Vulcan vegetable. Forcing himself to swallow he bravely asked Peter. "Mr Horn. Could we have some ice cream?" Then he added quickly. "Please."
The tall Vulcan looked down on the boy, arching an eyebrow. "Ice cream is for dessert," he answered calmly, "perhaps if you show Kenji that this is good for you, and then I may have ice cream for you after dinner." He nodded to his daughter. "Take example from Seleya, this is her favourite snack, is it not honey?"
The girl nodded, smiling brightly before offering a piece to the alien boy. "Go ahead, it tastes really good. My daddy made it himself." She smiled proudly.
Tay sat back and sent a pleading look to Mel. Who responded with one that said "eat what you are given." His sister betraying him, Tay tried to reason with Seleya with another look only for her to hand him another vegetable. Shrugging in defeat and certainly not wanting her mad at him, he held it up. "Yeah it’s really good this is Kenji." Seleya playfully hit him. Tay would have retorted but at that moment Kenji made a sound. A small sound, which Tay decided to identify as a laugh. He decided to conduct an experiment. "This is a really horrible snack," he directed at Seleya knowing full well she would lecture him on the health benefits. He wanted her to hit him again.
Scowling, Seleya pointedly bit off a fair amount from her own snack. "It is very good," she argued with him, chewing feverishly and swallowing. "And it is good for you too." She gave Tay a firm shove, sending the taller boy sprawling. She caught her father's disapproving glance but she ignored him, her eyes on the boy. "Go ahead, try it."
Kenji made the same sound again, louder this time. Seleya picked up on it too and Tay winked at her to keep playing along. Grabbing the vegetable out of her hand, he pulled a face. "No don't. It’s icky. Don't make him eat it.” Finally the alien kid's expression changed and even Peter caught the hint of a smile on Kenji's face as he watched the two of them argue.
"Aaargh!" Seleya cried out, as she launched herself at Tay, laughing brightly as she tried to snatch the vegetable back. "Give it to me! Or I won't let you help me build the house. I'll ask him to help me instead!"
Tay cracked out laughing as Seleya started tickling him and he fought back. Suddenly all three children were laughing at once. Peter watched curiously. When Seleya finally let him breathe again and Kenji's was positively beaming now, Tay turned to Peter. "Mr Horn I know I should eat my vegetables but I really think its time for the ice cream now. Trust me."
Peter shook his head, trying very hard not to laugh. Only his eyes betrayed his amusement, while he kept his features perfectly schooled in a neutral expression. Meanwhile, Seleya launched herself at Kenji, or rather tried to as her foot slipped on the trampled snack. "Heeelppp!" she squealed as she charged forward, unable to stop her forward motion. She landed hard against the boy, knocking them both over.
Tay laughed, moving forward. "You okay?" He held a hand out and pulled Seleya back up before extending his arm to Kenji. "She’s clumsily you know. But back me up here. You want ice cream too right and as Seleya's just destroyed the vegetables", he grinned at Peter. Kenji to his surprise scooped up the squashed snack and handed them to Peter. Tay smiled at the child again.
"Ice cream?" Kenji finally spoke.
"Thank you," Peter answered as he examined the trampled vegetable, frowning ever so slightly. He patted the boy on his hair. "After dinner," he promised, "are you all right Seleya?"
The four-year old nodded quietly. "Yes father," she answered, before tugging at Kenji's hand. "How about hide and seek?" she asked, casting hopeful eyes on Tay. "Perhaps your sister and my mother would like to play too?" Her eyes travelled up to her father, pleading with him to play too.
“What . . . .” the alien started slowly but at the smiles in his direction became more confident. “What is hide and seek?”
Seleya grinned. "We hide, and someone tries to find us." she explained, then turned on Tay. "Tay count to twenty, then Kenji and I will hide." It wasn't really a request; showing was better than explaining.
Tay nodded, slightly irritated that he didn't get to hide with Seleya, so instead he counted each number in Trill, standard, romulan and the language he and Ian had made up one afternoon purely to annoy her.
"Come with me," Seleya whispered, tugging Kenji's arm, leading him to her bedroom. "Hide here," she continued, before she stowed herself away in her sister's closet. "Shhh," she hinted, "don't make a sound."
Tay knew full well Seleya's favourite hiding places and found her straight away but as he lay down and saw Kenji under the bed, the alien was now shaking. "Mr Horn," Tay shouted as the boy started to mumble. "Don't bring my father out. Every time I hide, he punishes . . . . . . “Ensuring he was in-between the bed and Seleya, Tay yelled again worried. ”Mr Horn we did something wrong . . . ."
Peter ran to the bed room and knelt beside Tay, peering under the bed. "Kenji?" he queried softly, reaching out towards the boy. Seleya kneeled too, trying to crawl under the bed until her father stopped her. "Kenji, please come out from under the bed. Are you all right?" He looked frustrated at his inability to get any reading on this young alien. He sensed the distress from Seleya and Tay, but absolutely nothing from the boy. It was as though the boy did not exist to his extra senses. Peter reached further, trying to touch the boy's hand.
Mel was suddenly behind Tay. "He will beat me," Kenji yelled trying to push further away but the wall would not let him. "Don't let him get me again. He beats everyone. Sometimes they die." The child was crying now.
Confused, Peter looked up at Melanie. "I have not touched him," he said, though he somehow understood the reference wasn't about him. "You are safe here Kenji," he tried again, "no-one will hurt you here. Do you trust me?" He ducked under the bed again, though he couldn't go too far or he'd get stuck and he was still moving somewhat stiffly due to his injuries. "Please, come out from under the bed, I cannot come further to you or I will be stuck."
Behind him, he heard Seleya giggle and received a mental image of him being completely wedged in between the deck and the bed. He suppressed a smile as he continued to reach for the boy. "Melanie, your reassurances would be very welcome now," he murmured.
"He's not here sweetheart. There’s just you, me, Peter, Seleya and Tay and no ones going to hurt you. She lowered herself down so she could see him and put her arm as far out as she could. "If you come back out, we can show you the ship, every part of it if you want. Show you he’s not here and he can't hurt you. Mr Horn would never allow it." A loud sniff followed and Mel felt him grab her hand.
Pulling him gently out the child pulled her into a hug and refused to let go, sobbing now. Mel stroked his hair softly. "Peter I think you need to go get Naois. Tay go play with Seleya in the living room. I'll look after him. Its okay," She soothed. "Everything’s going to be okay."
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Post by Ian Brooks on Dec 22, 2008 22:34:22 GMT
"Harley, slow down," Ian muttered walking fast the half a deck between his and Mel's quarters to the Horn families.
In fact he couldn't make out what his friend was saying. Tundra was barking, Seleya or Lilah was chattering rapidly and Connor was screaming in the background. The only words he had made out so far were, "Peter, Tay and bed."
"Look Im nearly there," he groused. He had been happily reading, enjoying being Hannez family free and hormonal fianceless for a few hours. Seleya opened the door upon his arrival and the dog predictably jumped him. Tundra first growled at him, reconised him and then started licking and slobbering all over him.
Harley holding the screaming baby in one arm and seemily trying to keep Lilah calm with the other, indicated her chin in the direction of one of the bedrooms, words seemily failing her now. Pushing Tundra off him, Ian allowed Seleya to grab his hand and pull him in that direction. She seemed to be muttering "Daddy stuck, Tay hurt. Help move . . ."
The scene that greeted him was not at all what he had been expecting. Mel was knelt down at the end of a childs bed, a kid he had never seen before clinging to her eyes red and blotchy staring down at Tay who was sprawled out on the floor, eyes shut next to Mel's knees. The hand Mel was not holding the unknown child with was tenderly stroking her brothers hair. He didn't have a moment to start asking questions as Seleya yanked him further forward and pointed. "Daddy stuck," then she pointed again. "Tay hurt."
"Tay unconscious," Mel amended. "Get Peter out first and then we can take Tay to sickbay. He knocked himself out trying to pull Peter free. Hit his head on the joint there."
Peters legs were quite prodominently sticking out from under the bed for reasons Ian decided it was safer just not to consider. Ian sighed as Seleya released his hand finally and moved to place his hands under the beam in the middle of the bed. Before heaving it up and allowing the vulcanoid his freedom, he said loudly.
"Peter you don't pay me enough."
Tag <Peter/ Mel/Tay/ Valeia - incoming in sickbay one concussed Trill child!>
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Post by Commander Peter Horn on Dec 23, 2008 12:00:05 GMT
"Certainly," came Peter's muffled voice from under the bed, "once I can get up again I will call for him." He tried to crawl back but he felt something snag at the back of his collar. His left arm was pinned under him and his right shoulder was wedged against the bottom of the bed.
He twisted a few times but it didn't seem to help the matter any; he was stuck, wedged tight between the heavy bed and the floor. "A little help?" he queried softly. He felt hands tug at his leg, even felt Tundra's fangs fold themselves over his ankle, barely missing the skin as they took hold of his pant leg. A soft yelp made him twist a little harder, but he couldn't twist far enough to look back. He was stuck, without a way to move forward or backwards.
Harley chuckled as she saw her husband struggle to get from under the bed, but her face tightened as Lilah bounded over the bed, blissfully unawares of her father's predicament. "Peter?" she called in response to a muffled moan from under the bed. At that precise moment, Connor started crying as well and Harley was pressed for attention. Quickly, she called on Ian to come help her as Mel was still busy calming the Breen boy down.
Once Ian arrived, her husband was quickly rescued, though she hadn't missed the pained expression on his face nor the way he rubbed his arm. "Sickbay, now," she ordered sharply, including Mel and the boy in the order.
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