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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Mar 28, 2009 6:53:49 GMT
A million questions raced through the doctor’s mind. How did something like this happen? Time shifts weren’t exactly common and didn’t happen without reason, or at least shouldn’t. Naois speaking to Peter next may have been the most ‘logical’ next step, but the confusion of the situation plus the disorientation caused by what she was sensing made her want her husband there for other reasons. She didn’t want to face whatever was happening alone. Peter and the others seemed equally confused by all of this, but they also weren’t saying much. Everyone was well aware of the timeline and the prime/temporal directive, but that only added to the tension.
At the sight of her husband striding into sickbay, Valeia already felt better, and the added bonus of seeing her son also arrive also helped. In spite of her misgivings regarding his choice of a career in tactical/security, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride seeing him in his Cadet’s uniform, knowing he had found his calling and was truly beginning to mature and thrive. It was rewarding to see after many years of struggling with his Romulan heritage and the trauma that he had suffered.
Stepping forward to greet them, knowing better than to hug either of them, as this wasn’t the time and Delon didn’t enjoy physical displays of affection in general, she merely sent them a relieved smile. “I’m so glad you’re here,” Valeia breathed before getting them up-to-speed. “Three Dark Phoenix officers have arrived here from twenty-five years in the past: Peter Horn, Tak Science, and the Admiral. I’ve confirmed their identities as well as their temporal origins myself through scans and medical records.” Looking specifically at Naois, she added, “I also confirmed Peter’s identity telepathically. There’s no doubt in my mind they are who they claim to be.”
At that moment, Seleya and Tay arrived, and those assembled all fell silent. Most if not all of them knew very well just how sensitive and important this moment was. Watching the interaction, a lump formed in her throat. Valeia and Naois had both had front row seats, so to speak, for what had occurred. The whole situation had been terribly upsetting, not just to them but to everyone involved in or at all close to what happened. With everyone’s attention fixed on the reunion and the doctor growing emotional, she took a step closer to her husband and subtly took his hand, not making a scene of it but just enough contact to give and receive comfort.
When security stepped in to take them to the brig, Valeia desperately wanted to protest but knew there was no use. It made the most sense, and it was as much to protect the three of them as everyone else. Blinking back tears from her eyes, both caused by her own reaction as well as the emotions of those present, Valeia turned to Delon, who remained stoic, though she could tell he was uncomfortable with all this emotion. “Delon, please go with them, and make sure they’re alright and they have anything they need or want. They were...are...family friends. Then go get Revan and tell him to find me. That will leave you in charge.” It was only recently that Delon had been trusted with increasing amounts of familial responsibility, but it was still somewhat of a big deal for him to be left fully in charge of everyone else.
Some surprise and a sense of pride flickered across is face and emotions before he replied, “Yes, Mother,” and nodding politely to Naois, left to do as she’d asked.
Before the doors had closed, Naois’ commbadge chirped. =/\=Starbase to Admiral Mercy, Sir, we seem to have a bit of situation here...” The sound of Klingonese in the background was unmistakable, as was the voice behind the words. =/\=I think you may need to get down here...=/\= the officer suggested, the sound of something breaking punctuated the dialogue, followed by a brief moment of silence and then even more rapid Klingonese, sounding even more frustrated, if that was possible.
Managing a smile, even in such serious circumstances, Valeia raised an eyebrow at her husband. “You might want to get down there before K’Nara destroys your Starbase,” she teased lightly, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before he left.
<Tag Naois>
Once he was gone, Valeia moved purposefully to the nearest computer terminal. Calling for Revan she believed to be a very good idea under these circumstances. Naois had done everything he could to help the situation ten years ago, but in spite of his best efforts, he had failed, which was at no fault of his own save for the fact that he may have been too close to those involved. Now, if there was a chance to help, Doctor Mercy was determined that they not make the same mistake. Although Revan was close friends with Connor, otherwise, he hadn’t been a part of this, nor particularly close to Seleya, Tay, Peter, or Harley. Besides the fact that he’d been merely thirteen at the time, now he was a fully trained counselor and a new Starfleet officer, and she believed there was a chance that he could be of some help to them.
As the doctor accessed the psychological records from ten and twenty-five years ago, her memories continued to surface at an alarming rate and with astonishing clarity. Valeia had tried to help too…they all had, but everything had fallen apart... If they could do something, anything to get this resolved and heal the hurt and pain of the last ten years, she knew they had to at least try. Maybe there was still hope.
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As the doors closed behind Delon and their father, Revan turned to asses the group left behind. T’Rache was unphased as ever, Kestra was very quietly standing out of the way with her eyes wide, Stevin was standing a little behind his sister also a little wary, and Wintrow was now huddled very close to him. Laura was standing in the center of the group, arms still folded definitely, but her posture and emotions signaled resignation. In spite of her lingering anger at her mother, Revan knew his sister hadn’t intended to frighten the other children or dampen his return. She had just overreacted. Now it was his job as big brother to try and smooth everything over.
“Come on guys, I’m sure we can find a holodeck somewhere. Until Mom and Dad get back, why don’t we find one of our favorite programs?” Revan suggested, glad to see faces brighten and feel fear fade. “Remember when I was here the last time Wintrow, and we played laser tag?” he reminded the still nervous boy behind him.
That brought out a smile from the newest Mercy, and the group’s dynamic shifted immediately to excitement. Laura was the only exception, but he knew she would at least participate and put on a good face. “Without Delon here, boys against girls is an option, and it’ll be fair too,” Revan reminded them with a grin as the clan headed for the holodeck. “He’s probably getting too good for it to be fair anymore.”
On the way, Wintrow stayed glued to Revan’s side, while Kestra chatted excitedly to T’Rache and Stevin and Laura followed quietly, slightly behind the rest. Revan would speak to her later about what was going on, as he’d spend time with each of his siblings separately at some point, but now wasn’t the time for that. Once the group arrived and the tall Betazoid selected a suitable program, not too dark and scary for the younger kids, and lasers not too much like guns to keep his mother happy, the groups split up to their opposite sides. Gathering Stevin and Wintrow, the eldest brother hatched a strategy. “Ok, here is the plan: we need someone to be the bait while the other two lie in wait. T’Rache would think it illogical to take out an unarmed opponent, Laura’s already in trouble, and Kestra will fall for it like Mom would,” he suggested, causing Wintrow to giggle, and Stevin to smirk just slightly.
“Alright…which one of you can pull of being bait?” Revan asked, making it sound terribly important and difficult. “Remember, you’ll have to act completely helpless.”
“Me! Me!” Wintrow shouted excitedly. “I can do it! I’ll pretend to get lost and cry.”
“Perfect,” Revan praised, grinning over at Stevin who merely nodded. It was only logical. “Alright, do you remember the group of rocks on our side of the play zone? If you go east of there, Stevin and I will hide near the top and tag them from there.”
The plan set into motion, after Laura confirmed they were ready, Revan activated the game. Sneaking forward quietly, the boys headed straight to the outcropping of rocks, hurrying to get there before the girls. With his brothers in position, Wintrow tossed his laser into the bushes nearby, sat down on the ground at the base of a tree and started pretending to cry softly. A few minutes later, right on time, Kestra began to approach their position. Creeping slowly forward, she spotted her brother and without thinking rushed forward. “Wintrow, are you ok?” she asked softly and was then startled when her earpiece suddenly signaled that she had been tagged.
Looking up to the rocks and glaring at Revan who grinned and signaled for her to play dead, Kestra rolled her eyes and lay down on the ground wordlessly allowing Wintrow to roll her into the bushes before he moved back and began to cry again. A few minutes later and T’Rache and Laura began to approach, also hearing their brother’s crying. They stayed low, whispering to each other as they got close, but neither stepped into the line of fire. “Are you injured?” T’Rache finally murmured.
After a moment’s pause to think, Wintrow answered, “No...Stevin took my laser.” That was enough to convince the girls, who then moved forward, only to be tagged simultaneously. Grinning in victory, Revan jumped from the rocks and helped Stevin down, while Wintrow stood, also grinning, and Kestra moved from the bushes. “That was…unkind,” T’Rache stated mildly, with only the slightest trace of annoyance.
“We won,” Stevin pointed out calmly but with a sparkle in his eye. “But…I did not take his laser. That was his idea,” he added, while sending Wintrow a mild glare.
“It worked,” Wintrow shot back happily, still far too excited at winning to really care.
“That was a dirty trick,” Laura countered, arms crossed once again, before turning to her youngest sister. “Kestra, why didn’t you sense them? You were supposed to figure out where they were. You shouldn’t have fallen for that one,” she accused.
“I was trying to find them when I heard him crying, and then I got worried...you know I’m still learning and that my emotions get in the way,” Kestra countered defensively.
Seeing his idea both of playing teams and then tricking the girls backfiring, Revan stepped in. “Ok, ok...I’m sorry. That wasn’t very fair. You’re right. Why don’t we play as one team against holograms instead? That way, we can all work together,” he suggested, wishing that he had just suggested that they do that in the first place.
Everyone agreed and they selected a team of opponents, children matching their ages but opposite their genders, but before they could begin, the holodeck doors opened and Delon entered. “Hey, Delon, we’re just about to play laser tag. It’s good that you’re here,” Revan called out, as the Romulan located and moved to join them.
“Mother asked you to join her in sickbay,” Delon stated calmly, causing Wintrow to begin to pout. “It is important,” the Cadet added, glancing down at the young boy.
A tiny bit concerned about leaving Delon in charge, Revan, nonetheless, knew he had no choice, and that if his mother had asked for him knowing that would leave his younger brother in charge that she knew what she was doing. “Alright, you can keep playing laser tag then. You’re better at tactical maneuvers than I am anyway. Hopefully whatever is going on will be settled in a few hours, before supper time.”
The brothers nodded to each other as Revan headed for the doors and Delon was tackled by Wintrow. “Guess what!?! We beat the girls!” he informed him excitedly.
“Considering that you admitted to playing unfairly, I do not believe that counts as a victory,” T’Rache replied, causing everyone to begin talking at once. Smiling and shaking his head, Revan continued for the door, hoping Delon could manage alone.
~
Staring at his mother in horror, Revan couldn’t believe what she’d just told him. He remembered all too well what happened, even if he hadn’t been directly involved. He had been a mainstay at the Horn quarters just as Connor had been a mainstay at the Mercy’s. When the family had broken apart, Revan had spent a great deal of time consoling his best friend, helping him through it. The tragedy had only reaffirmed to him just how important psychology was, while reminding him it could not solve everything, and being there for Connor had played a part in influencing his decision to become a counselor. It also made him incredibly grateful for the stability provided by his parents and reinforced his desire to be careful finding the right person for him.
“Are you sure I’m the right choice to speak to them? I mean...I may not have been involved in this, but I still remember it all vividly, and in spite of that, I don’t know everything about what actually happened. Isn’t Dad a better choice?” Revan asked.
Sighing sadly, Valeia replied, “When this happened, a part of your father blamed himself for not being able to help them. This wasn’t his fault, but we came to think perhaps we were both too close to the situation to be of any objective help to any of them. You’re close enough to know most of the history but detached enough to still provide an objective analysis, especially when it comes to dealing with Peter, the one from the past I mean. I think that you should at least try to speak with him.”
Still somewhat unsure, Revan couldn’t argue with his mother, not just because she was his mother but because there was some truth to what she was saying. “Alright, I’ll try...but what about the timeline? The risk of contamination is pretty high…not to mention the Prime Directive. Wouldn’t we be disrupting things if we interfered?”
“You’re right, but there’s already been damage to it by their presence, and Peter already knows parts of what happened. There may be no avoiding contamination, but if there’s a way to undo some of what happened…I think that we have to try.”
Thinking back on some of the things he’d seen and heard, Revan had to agree with that. “I’ll try and talk to him then. I don’t know what if any help I may be, but I’ll try.”
Smiling gently and giving him a tight hug, Valeia sighed. “Thank you, Revan. I’m so glad you’re home, and…I’m proud of you,” she offered, blinking back tears again.
“Thanks, Mom,” Revan replied, smiling back at her and offering a quick kiss on the cheek before taking the offered padd of psych records and heading for the doors.
~
Quickly reviewing the files on the way had not prepared him for coming face to face with a young Peter Horn. Stopping in the doorway, Revan just started at the man on the other side of the forcefield. He was a spitting imagine of Connor, so much so that were he not sensing something entirely different, he would sworn it was his friend. Finally trying to pull himself together, the Betazoid stepped forward, eyeing Peter as the man rose, also observing him. “Hello...Commander,” Revan addressed him once he had confirmed his rank from the outdated uniform he wore. “I’m Ensign Mercy, and my mother requested I speak with you.” Taking a deep breath and trying to come to grips with how strange this felt, the counselor grabbed a chair and placed it opposite the cell. “All of this must be pretty overwhelming to handle.”
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Post by K'nara Corval on Mar 28, 2009 21:49:31 GMT
JP between Naois, Tay and K'Nara
Naois sighed as he was paged. "On my way," he answered, watching as Tay walked with him. He couldn't resist a smile when he saw K'Nara trying to get past two burly security officers. "Let her pass," he ordered, "for as long as she visits, her old clearances are in effect." He straightened up to his full height when he faced his old friend, then raised his right hand in a Vulcan salute. "Greetings K'Nara, I am pleased to see you made it for the reunion. I fear however that we are experiencing a few difficulties."
K'Nara clapped Naois swiftly on the shoulder and nodded. "I would say so Naois Mercy. There are Rakhari on your base. I witnessed two of them doing something. . Suspect. Oh and I am sorry about . . ." she looked sheepish in front of her old comrade. "For breaking your officer’s desk. I will pay for the damages of course."
"The desk was old, it is of no concern, He should have known better than to refuse you. I believe he now learned the hard way." He crossed a concerned glance with Tay. "Rakhari?" he then queried, "that was not the difficulty I was referring to, but your news is troubling indeed." He glanced past the woman. "I see you brought your children. If they wish to join mine, they are on the holodec I believe. Relon is watching them."
K'Nara nodded at her boys. "Go and do not frighten or hurt anybody or you will have me to deal with. This is not Kronos so you will behave yourselves." The boys predictably pulled annoyed faces at their mother but left as she turned back to Naois. "What difficulty are you referring too?" she asked now intrigued.
"Peter Horn," the Vulcan replied simply.
"baQa," K'Nara muttered. "Why is it always him? What has he done this time? He is not working with the felines? If he is I will kill him personally."
"Not...quite." Again, Naois looked sideways at Tay, studying him briefly. "Perhaps I should clarify. Earlier today, three officers suddenly appeared out of nowhere. One of them was believed to be Connor Horn, but closer examination revealed him to be the Peter Horn we knew twenty-five years ago. I have not seen Peter, as we know him, for several days. I know he is on Resurrection, but other than that I have not seen him. The young one is currently held in the brig, for safety's sake. Captain Hannez might better explain..."
Tay bowed respectably to K'Nara. "The younger Peter Horn claims they were sent here by Q Maam. But we have no leads as to why he would do that. However I can say the officers from the . . . past are cooperating. Perhaps the Rakhari are part of this Q's, well whatever the being is doing? Meanwhile we have a reception with many guests starting in 2 hours and need to put more security in force."
Tay looked at both the older aliens in turn. "You have had more interaction with these felines than any us. They have not bothered with the Federation for 10 years, practically disappearing off the scene. What would you suggest?"
"I would suggest that you see to it that every male is inoculated agains their poisons. Females often are safe from the influences as the Rakhari are female dominated." Naois paused. "Additionally, if it does come to a meeting, I suggest a female confronts them. As fo the past-time officers, for their safety I would keep them in the brig. My son Revan, I believe, is trying to talk to the young Peter. I must admit that their co-operation puzzles me, they have not disputed anything and have answered every question so far. However I find it disturbing that Peter did not deny being Connor, when he was first identified as such. I did sense confusion, but I cannot explain. Perhaps you should question them, he respects you, he would not lie to you.'
K'Nara did not look wholly impressed at the thought of having to question a 25 year younger version of Peter Horn, but she did not let him down. "If you think it would help, I will do as you ask. Tay you should utilise everyone who has been up against the Felines. Dvorek will provide some men to help sweep the station and I would suggest asking Mike Rampton to be onboard as he has had as much interaction with these aliens as Naois and I. I have not had chance to speak with him yet but do know his ship is docked and he is attending the celebrations. Also your Captain lived through the days we faced these last.
<Rampton / Sharon>
"If you refer to Sharon, I agree. And her younger version is also on the station, as well as Tak Science. The three of them appeared together. All claim Q has sent them here, but neither is willing to discuss why. I fear that I cannot get involved with them too much, as I feel I failed my old friend after Melanie was killed. I still cannot face him without feeling I have failed somehow." Naois looked away, clearly disturbed.
"YOU DID NOT FAIL," K'Nara informed Naois firmly. "He did not wish to listen. However, the version of him that is here may well listen to me if I break his arm. I believe it always got his attention in the past."
Naois gave a wry smile. "That it did," he agreed, "our Peter is bitter, but this one is not. He genuinely seems concerned for his future self, and he actually suggested being put in the brig himself. Please do try to not break any of his bones K’Nara; your general behaviour will be sufficient to get his attention. If the Rakhari threat is genuine, I actually believe he may want to help. Actually, I also believe that our Peter would help. It may make him feel useful, even though he no longer is Starfleet."
"Very well," K'Nara yielded to the no violence request. "Take me to him Tay. Naois I hope, Rakhari antics willing, to catch up with you and your family later at this celebration."
"You are welcome to dine with us this evening," Naois invited, "I am certain that Delon would like to meet with your sons again. However I do ask you to please not scare my youngest son. I do not know if you know him, but he is very unstable at the moment, and still trying to fit in. He is shy and very quiet, I would prefer if he does not get baited into anything. We are just making progress in getting him to respond to us."
Naois turned to Tay. "Please take K'Nara to the brig. Remember all her clearances are in effect for the duration of her stay on the station. As for the Phoenix, that is in your or Sharon's hands, not mine."
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Post by K'nara Corval on Mar 28, 2009 22:16:26 GMT
"There are enemies here," Dukath moaned to his brother. "Why can we not aiding in slaying them? Why does Father and Uncle Dvorek get to plan an offensive and mother . . . . well do whatever she is doing and we get sent to "play" with children?"
"I do not know," Rezan said just as irritated as they located the holodec and gained entrance.
"This looks familiar," Dukath said surveying the terrain as they walked in.
Rezan merely grunted and both Klingons turned abruptly a minute later into their explorations as there was a snapping noise. A small human rushed infront of them and with a grin fired something at them. Stunned Dukath looked at Rezan for guidance. The childs face fell as they did not fall down.
"The monsters are not dying, Devon, Laura . . . ." the young child ran off again looking terrified.
"WHO are you calling a MONSTER," Dukath yelled after him. Rezan grabbed him to stop him following the boy. Within a minute a Romulan in a Starfleet suit appeared and a human girl holding the child who had tryed to shoot them's hand.
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Mar 28, 2009 23:58:15 GMT
Creeping through the forest, Wintrow held onto his water gun tightly. Delon gave him a very important task, and the young boy was determined not to let him down. He trusted his brother implicitly, especially when it came to these sorts of things. However, much to his surprise, through the leaves he spotted two very tall, very scary looking holograms. Delon had changed the program to be more fun, but he hadn’t warned them about monsters. At first, he was a little scared, but he wanted to be brave. Besides, Delon would never let him get hurt, so he gathered all of his courage and sprang forward, spraying water at the large targets, knowing that as long as he hit them they would fall over unconscious. Much to his horror, they both remained standing and staring at him, one of them even appearing to grow angry.
Now absolutely terrified, Wintrow began backing away, calling out for his siblings to help him. "The monsters are not dying…Delon, Laura..." He was approaching panic as he ran through the woods, running into Laura, who was behind him, first. “Laura, Laura, there are monsters over there! They’re not falling, and they’re after me!” he cried, wrapping his arms around her legs, holding on as tightly as he could.
Sighing, Laura wrapped her arms around her younger brother. “Computer…freeze program. Laura to Delon, this program is malfunctioning and it’s scared Wintrow. We’re near the entrance…correction…sector alpha,” she added, rolling her eyes, as she tried to comfort her nearly hysterical younger brother. “Come on...they’re frozen now. We’ll go and see that they can’t hurt you, alright?” she offered gently, having to pick him up and carry him as she headed back to the doors, shocked to find two very tall Klingons standing in front of the entrance, glaring and staring at her.
Gasping in surprise, which only upset Wintrow further, Laura held him tighter and summoned up every ounce of strength she had. It was now her responsibility to keep Wintrow safe until Delon could get there. “Just who do you think you are? This is a private holodeck program, and you were not invited. I know your kind likes to be bullies just for the fun of it, but why don’t you go pick on someone your own size, instead of terrorizing an innocent boy,” Laura demanded, managing a furious glare.
<Tag Rezan/Dukath>
Before she could reply, Delon stepped into the clearing, surprise evident on his face, followed by Kestra, who ran forward to wrap her arms around Laura’s legs in fear, while Delon stared at them for a moment. Finally, a rare smile crossing his face, the Romulan stepped forward. “Rezan, is that you? What are you doing here?” he asked, attempting to school his features but still clearly thrilled as he moved forward to greet his friend and his brother. “I mean, I knew you were coming, but what are you doing here, in the holodeck?” he asked, forgetting his family was all there, as T’Rache and Stevin also emerged from the bushes, hesitantly taking in the scene.
“Delon!” Laura snapped, not believing her brother was actually being nice to these intruders instead of throwing them out as she had expected him to. “You know these menaces? They broke into our holodeck program and scared Wintrow,” she reminded him, indicating the still sniffling boy, with his arms wrapped tight around her neck.
Glancing between his scared siblings and the two Klingons, Delon quickly summed up what had probably happened now that his surprise was fading. “I apologize,” he directed at Rezan and Dukath. “My brother has never met a Klingon before, and he has been through a trauma, so it understandable for him to be frightened now.”
“You’re apologizing...to THEM?” Laura sputtered, growing madder by the minute. “They’re the ones who should be apologizing to us, especially to Wintrow, as they scared him to death, something you should know better than to allow from anyone.”
“They’re my friends, Laura. They’re K’Nara’s sons, friends of Mother and Father,” Delon replied, refusing to get baited into acting weak in front of his friends. “Rezan, Dukath, these are my siblings,” he replied, moving to begin introductions. “This is T’Rache, she’s fifteen, and Stevin’s her brother, he’s ten.” Stepping toward Laura to give him an excuse to help comfort Wintrow, he continued. “This is Kestra, she’s twelve. Say hi Kestra,” he offered, while moving to take Wintrow from Laura.
Beginning to calm down somewhat, Kestra let go of Laura’s leg and offered a shy, nervous smile to her brother’s friends. “Hello,” she politely obliged, “It’s nice to meet you.” while T’Rache and Stevin also politely murmured their words of greeting.
“I see you’ve already met Laura...” Delon added, giving his sister a mild glare as he took his younger brother from her. “And this is Wintrow. He’s ten and he just joined our family last year.” Putting him down, allowing the boy to wrap his arms around his legs, Delon addressed him, “Wintrow, these are my friends, Rezan and Dukath. I’m sure that they didn’t mean to scare you. Why don’t you say hello to them now?”
Also starting to calm down, Wintrow kept a firm grip on Delon but turned to look at his friends. They still looked pretty scary to him, but if Delon said they were ok, he would make an effort. Wiping away the tears, Wintrow bravely let go of Delon’s leg and took a very small step forward. “Hello...and I’m sorry for calling you monsters. I thought you were holograms,” he explained. Expression suddenly brightening, he exclaimed. “Hey, do you want to play? I’ll bet that you guys would be great at this!”
Not believing this, Laura rolled her eyes again and huffed. “Wintrow, you don’t need to apologize to them. They should be apologizing to you for scaring you like that!”
“Laura...” Delon warned, beginning to grow embarrassed by his sister’s antics now.
“No,” she interrupted, still glaring. “You say they’re your friends, and they scared Wintrow, so now they should apologize.” Turning to the biggest, oldest one, Laura glared definitely directly at him. “So, are you going to apologize for scaring him?”
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Mar 29, 2009 2:05:10 GMT
OOC: Joint Post between Rezan/Dukath and the Mercy's (mostly Laura)
Rezan looked the female up and down before leaning on a tree defiantly. "No. Your father told us to join you in the holodeck, and it is not our fault your brother has not seen a Klingon before."
His arrogance made her even more upset. Why couldn't men just admit when they were wrong and suck it up? "It doesn't matter if it was anyone's fault. You scared him, so you apologize to him. That's the right thing to do. He apologized to you for something he did, even though it wasn't his fault either, and he’s only a child, so you should know better too,” she demanded, ignoring Wintrow’s protestations that he wasn’t a child, and Delon’s warning for her to just let it go and crossing her arms.
Equally angry he stepped forward and stared her right in the face. "You dare to tell me that I have to apologize for my race looking the way we do and your race perceiving us as monsters. We didn't even say a word to him. He fired water at us and we did not retaliate. I am heir to the House of Corval. Who do you think you are woman?"
“This has nothing to do with how you look! You’re so self-absorbed... And excuse me for not knowing that I was in the presence of a couple of Klingon princes. I’ll be sure to bow next time...” Laura retorted, her eyes darkening angrily at his attitude.
Dukath gasped. "Klingon Princes," he spluttered.
Rezan put a hand on his brother’s shoulder and, not breaking eye contact, said smugly, "Better a Warrior Klingon prince than a whiney human female who doesn't even have the decency to abide by her elders wishes."
Mouth dropping open in shock, Laura just stared at him, everyone else falling silent as well, her siblings well acquainted with her temper feeling something was about to happen. “Well at least I’m not such an arrogant pig that I don’t have the decency to offer a simple apology to a boy that I upset,” she snapped, ignoring the fact that she’d done just that a few minutes ago. “You are nothing but a pin-headed bully.”
Rezan exchanged a glance with his brother and Delon. He was confused. Was this female flirting? "Very well…I had not prepared anything, but give me a moment."
Also confused, not understanding what in the world he was talking about, glancing at Delon, who didn’t look like he knew what was going on either, Laura turned back to him. “What are you talking about? You have to draft your apologies?” Smirking, she added, “I guess I didn’t realize you were that slow. Honestly...that’s pathetic.”
"Look, I know it’s traditional to have 13 or 14 different compositions, but I did not know you would initiate this. I am thinking as fast as I can. You cannot rush a warrior’s heart in these matters. You are lucky I am even considering you in my position. Shouldn't you go find a rock or something ready to throw at me?" Rezan continued just as confused.
Looking over at Delon, whose blank look continued to proclaim he had no idea, Laura turned back to him. “What...I don’t understand what you’re talking about? And as much as I would love to throw a rock at you, I do actually have some manners, something you are not accustomed to I’m sure,” Laura shot back, still terribly lost.
“I am accustomed to not being rushed when I decide to woo a woman," Rezan informed her. "And I have seen fire but am yet to witness any manners on your part."
Allowing this to process for a moment, Laura’s mouth continued to hang open in shock. “Wait...what? You think that…” Suddenly finding the whole situation funny, Laura began to laugh. “You want to…” Laughing too hard to say much of anything coherent initially, she finally managed to say, “In your dreams…I happen to have plenty of boyfriends…err...boys who would like to be my boyfriend,” she corrected, glancing towards T’Rache, knowing her dad was getting told about that. “Trust me, you don’t stand a chance. You are so incredibly obnoxious, rude, and conceited.”
Next to him Dukath seemed to be having a laughing fit. Stepping in closer to her Rezan replied, "Yet you continue to flirt. It is good then that I have not devoted time to composing a poem for you."
“I’M flirting? You’re the one who started talking about wooing, not me. Besides, as far as poems go, you probably couldn’t put three words together if you tried to,” Laura countered, beginning to grow angry again aside from her amusement earlier.
"The blades met with such power that Kronos itself shook. Two hearts locked in battle, Not against enemies of the empire or other houses.
No, for this was something far more powerful, Blood pumped and the male howled, Honor swords clashed once more, He was a warrior of passions strong. She stood before him, Bold and proud. It was war of pure hearts." Rezan recited immediately to everyone’s utter shock. "You can take that back. That’s an abundance of words for you."
Blinking at him in absolute astonishment, Laura didn’t know what to say. They had studied Klingon poetry in school, rather she’d been forced to, so she was able to recognize it as an honest to goodness Klingon love poem. Blinking at him with her mouth hanging open again, for once in her life, Laura was totally speechless.
"That shut you up then human," Rezan said smugly. He turned to Delon and said, "Your sister wants me,” which caused Kestra to giggle, and Delon to smile slightly.
Finding her voice and glaring at him once more, Laura replied, “Only because I have nothing nice to say to you.” Her anger was coming back, but she was still stunned. “And I do NOT want you. I wouldn’t want you if you were the last male in the galaxy.”
Still smirking, Rezan continued. “You want to throw things at me right now,” Grinning in his brother’s direction, he added. “What would a Klingon want with nice anyway?”
Wintrow and Kestra were both giggling now, and Dukath and Delon looked far too amused for her own good. Fortunately, Rezan had just given her a tiny bit of hope.
“Oh, so you don’t want nice? Well then that’s just what you’re going to get,” Laura replied offering him a sickly sweet smile. “I apologize for the cultural misunderstanding between us. Clearly, I was wrong about you as you are nothing but a gentleman.”
A frown marring his previously smug features, Rezan didn’t seem to like that. “A gentleman? A GENTLEMAN?! I am a WARRIOR! What is a gentleman anyway?”
Grinning in triumph, Laura rolled her eyes. “It’s someone who’s nice, you moron. Can’t even take a compliment,” she added, not happy when Dukath laughed again.
“Complimenting me won’t get you anymore poetry,” an again smug Rezan replied.
“Well then…you are perhaps the nicest, sweetest, most adorable person that I’ve ever met!” Laura shot back, growing frustrated with the sudden changes in mood.
Understanding dawned in his eyes, along with a triumphant glint that she didn’t like one bit. “Ah, I understand now. You are playing hard to get,” Rezan stated smugly.
That did it, and in a fit of rage, Laura screamed at him, “I am NOT playing hard to get. Can’t you hear? I do NOT want you and I do NOT want you wanting me, so that doesn’t just make me ‘hard to get.’ It makes me impossible to get, at least for the likes of you, so why can’t you get that through your thick skull and leave me alone!”
In an instant, Rezan was right in front of her, towering over her and leaning within inches away from her face. Immediately, all the laughter, giggles, and chatter around them came to a screeching halt as his eyes bore into hers. “You want me, and my thick skull and my poetry or you would not have said that, female,” he stated calmly, his voice low, and almost threatening, but his eyes were merely gazing into hers.
Swallowing nervously, she felt a flicker of fear, which must have shown in her eyes because a trace of amusement flickered across his face. This infuriated Laura, so tilting her chin up and looking right back at him definitely, she replied, “If I did, I’d just come right out and say it, not play games. I’m not afraid...unlike some people.”
Rezan resumed smirking, clearly enjoying this little game. “Prove it,” he challenged.
Swallowing nervously again, Laura hated the little gleam of victory in his eye, and so she stepped even closer, now mere centimeters away from him. “Enjoy the rest of your evening…Sir,” she stated calmly, now smirking victoriously herself, before turning on her heel and heading straight for the exit, a very smug grin on her face.
Frowning, Rezan turned to Delon. “Sir? Gentleman? Your females are strange…” Shouting after Laura, he added, “This is NOT over,” as the doors began to open.
Not even pausing, Laura sarcastically called back over her shoulder, “Great…now I have something to look forward to...” walking out the door, which closed behind her.
Grinning after her retreating form, Rezan turned to Delon again. “She is magnificent,” he commented. Everyone else remained silent, no one seeming to know what to say.
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Mar 29, 2009 8:59:25 GMT
Only once she had gotten into the turbolift and requested the deck with the Mercy family quarters did Laura really begin to react to what had just happened. Her heart was racing and her breathing quick. She had been so furious...and when he stood so close to her and looked at her like that…she could still feel the flash of fear as she suddenly realized it wasn’t entirely just a game and that if he wanted he could seriously hurt her without much effort or thought. It had been quite truly terrifying, so infuriating she had really wanted to slap him, yet oddly exciting at the same time.
Pacing the lift, Laura still felt uneasy and anxious. She wanted to talk to someone, but somehow, she didn’t think Triana, her best friend, or any of the others would be able to understand. Instead, she’d just go to her room, put on some music, and try to calm down. Rezan should not have been able to get her so riled up, so she just wouldn’t let him win that way. Entering the quarters, Laura was halfway to her room when her worst fears were realized. “Laura? What are you doing home?” her mother questioned from the kitchen. The human girl tried to raise her mental walls, but Valeia was too quick. “Honey, what’s wrong? What happened? Are you alright?”
Rolling her eyes, Laura tried to make a beeline for her room. “Nothing…I’m fine...” but Valeia wasn’t buying it, blocking the way and giving her daughter a pointed look.
“Oh no you don’t...you think I don’t know when something’s bothering you? Besides, you are either going to talk about what’s wrong or we’re going to talk about what happened earlier,” Valeia insisted, deeply concerned about what she had felt from Laura when she’d come home but also still highly upset about the scene in sickbay.
Groaning loudly and slumping onto the couch in the living room, Laura felt totally and completely drained of energy. “I don’t have the strength left for that... Look, ok, I’m sorry for being late, sorry for yelling at you, and I’m sorry for making a scene.”
Shocked at the sudden, unexpected, and rare apology from her daughter, now she was really concerned. “Ok…Laura, what’s going on? Seriously, now I’m worried.”
“Just leave me alone, ok? I don’t want to talk about it!” Laura exclaimed, crossing her arms over her chest before slowly pulling herself up and heading for the door.
“Just where do you think you’re going?” Valeia demanded, again moving to block.
“Just out, ok? Aren’t I allowed to just go out? I’m seventeen!” Laura shouted angrily.
“No you’re not. Certainly not today after the tantrum you pulled or tonight because we’re having company over, and I need you here to help me,” Valeia replied firmly.
“Oh Mom…I am so not in the mood for dealing with a bunch of your boring friends right now…” Laura complained. “Can’t I just skip the happy family dinner display?”
“No, you can’t. And besides, it’s not just our friends. You might make a new friend too. They have kids your age. They may be Klingons, but you could end up having some...Laura? What’s wrong? Will you just tell me what happened?” Valeia asked, growing more worried since her daughter had suddenly gone extraordinarily pale.
“Mom...you have to let me out of this. I can’t face him again. Please just let me go,” Laura pleaded dropping the moody, irritable, distant act entirely, completely serious.
Now incredibly worried, Valeia carefully guided Laura back to a chair. “Sweetheart, are you talking about Rezan and Dukath? I know they went to the holodeck, but I didn’t think that... Are you alright? What happened? They are K’Nara’s sons, and yes, they are Klingon, but I have a hard time believing that they would hurt you...”
“Sure, take his side why don’t you!” Laura suddenly shot back, crossing her arms.
Sighing heavily, Valeia tried to remain calm. “I’m not taking sides, Laura. How can I when you won’t tell me what happened? If you want out of this, you have to tell me.”
Shooting her mother a slightly dirty look for tricking her into a confession like that, Laura finally gave up. “No…he didn’t hurt me, but he wasn’t very nice. He and his brother showed up out of the blue, and Wintrow thought they were holograms, but when they didn’t fall down when…tagged, it scared him.” Valeia picked up on the hesitation and deception when her daughter said tagged, deduced that they had used some sort of guns, but filed that away for later and said nothing. “Delon came over really quick, explained, and made introductions. Wintrow even apologized for calling them monsters by accident, but they wouldn’t apologize for scaring him, so naturally I demanded that they apologize. He plain refused, so then we…argued.”
“Oh no…” Valeia murmured, understanding begin to dawn as to what happened.
“It wasn’t my fault!” Laura interjected. “I was trying to get him to apologize when...”
“He suddenly decided to woo you,” Valeia finished causing Laura to stare at her mother in absolute shock. “That’s what happened, isn’t it?” the doctor asked softly.
“Well…yes…but how did you know?” Laura asked, feeling a grudging respect and for the first time in a long time, seeing her mother as a source of useful information.
Smiling softly, remembering an incident a very long time ago, Valeia took a seat next to her daughter. “It happened to me once,” she replied, and at the shocked and interested look on Laura’s face continued. “It was their uncle actually, Dvorek. I’d just been married to your father a year or so at the time. He got into a fight with Mr. Horn, Dvorek I mean, and they were both in sickbay. At that time, I was not very happy with Mr. Horn for always trying to get out of treatment, so when they tried to sneak out, I leaped across sickbay and gave them both a piece of my mind. I was absolutely furious…but Dvorek just grinned, declared I had fire and he’d woo me, recited a love poem, and then he was gone,” Valeia told her astonished daughter.
“You got a love poem too?!” Laura whispered in shock, her eyes wide in surprise.
Expression equally shocked, Valeia replied, “You mean…you got a love poem?!”
Staring at each other with identical expressions, they suddenly realized how funny this was and both started laughing. Grinning at her daughter, Valeia continued. “It’s a pretty big honor to get a Klingon interested actually, or so I was told, and though I don’t know much about Klingon politics, apparently the House of Corval is pretty powerful and it’s a big honor to get attention from an heir. That’s what I was told.”
“Trust me, Rezan pointed that out,” Laura replied, causing both of them to burst into giggles. This was the first serious, pleasant conversation they’d had in a long time. “So wait…what happened with Dvorek? What did Dad think about it?” she asked.
Glancing at the door, like Naois could come home and catch her, Valeia turned to her daughter. “This stays between us, all of this, about Dvorek and everything…” she insisted, Laura nodding eagerly, leaning in conspiratorially. “Well…your father was SO jealous. He was absolutely furious. He beamed over the Klingon ship and demanded that Dvorek stay away from me, after he made the mistake of going to Dukath, the elder Dukath, but that’s another story. They ignored him, and Dvorek insulted him for not letting me handle it and then beamed him back to the Phoenix.”
Giggling some more at the whole story, Laura leaned in further. “So what did you do?”
“I got some advice, some good advice, from someone who knew more than I did,” Valeia replied, feeling a sense of joy that her daughter was actually talking to her about something important, trusting her like this. “I told him very calmly that I was happily married to Naois, and therefore, I was not interested in his advances. But I thanked him very politely for the gifts and said that I was honored by his interest.”
“You got gifts?” Laura breathed, causing her mother to flush a little bit, embarrassed.
“Well…yes…but I was married to Naois. Part of me wanted to return the gifts, but that would have been insulting, and I felt like maybe if I just ignored him he would go away, but I was told that would actually make it worse, just like arguing with him would, so I did what I was told, and he was very nice and graciously acquiesced.”
“So…what do I do now?” Laura asked, now hanging on her mother’s every word.
“If you don’t show up to dinner, he'll just take that as a challenge, to find and win you, if you ignore him and won’t speak to him, the same thing. And the absolute last thing you want to do is get mad or yell at him, as that’s their version of flirting, and whatever you do, don’t throw anything at him or try to hit him. That’s like…well just don’t do it. Trust me... What you need to do is show up to dinner, all smiles and polite and calm. If you get a moment to speak with him in private, but not too private of course, just tell him that you apologize for the cultural misunderstanding but...your father does not allow you date just yet and you respect his wishes. That will give you both an honorable way out, and he will respond well. See, your father can be useful,” Valeia added, which caused them both again to erupt into giggles.
“But what if he already knows…or thinks that I already date because...well…I sort of said so to make him mad, and I already used the cultural misunderstanding line when I was trying to make him mad,” Laura admitted, looking quite incredibly guilty.
“Oh dear…it sounds like you may have gotten even deeper in than I did...” Valeia replied, trying not to smile. “Well…ok, just say it’s the difference in your age, since Rezan is much too old for you as far as his maturity. He’s fifteen, but Klingons do mature much faster than we do, so it’s more like he’s actually in his mid twenties.”
Frowning, Laura insisted, “He’s not too old for me. I’m mature. Why can’t you and Dad just accept that I’m growing up! I am almost eighteen after all,” she complained.
Forcing a calm smile, Valeia replied, “This isn’t about that, Laura. I thought that you were trying to figure out how to stop the Klingon courtship process, so just use it.”
Hesitating, Laura glanced at the floor. “But…what if I kind of like him, I mean…not him necessarily. He was a pig. But I did kind of like the attention. It made me feel special, you know? And when he looked at me the way he did it was so exciting...”
Halfway between understanding and worried, Valeia tried to go with sympathetic. “I know what you mean. It’s always nice to have someone showing interest, but is he really the type of person you’re looking for? Klingons are very different than we are, and frankly, if he is anything like his uncle, he’s the type who would have his fun while he’s here and once this celebration is over he gets back on his ship and is gone forever. Even if he’s not like his uncle, he still leaves in a few days, and I just don’t want to see you get your heart broken like that Laura,” she warned gently.
Sighing, Laura nodded. “You’re probably right,” she agreed, before smiling over at her mother. “Thanks for listening and helping me with this, and not going all crazy. I didn’t think you’d be so cool about all this,” she admitted, suddenly adding. “But please…don’t tell Dad... I don’t want to hear the Klingon version of his ‘boys’ lecture, and he would totally freak…and tell T’Rache not to open her big mouth.”
Smiling, Valeia nodded. “I wasn’t going to tell you father. You’re right, he wouldn’t handle it very well, if the way he handled Dvorek was any indication. You seem to have it under control. And I can’t tell T’Rache to lie, but I will inform her not to bring up the subject or divulge any information that is not requested. I’ll tell Kestra too.”
Relieved, Laura smiled. “Thanks, Mom. That helps, and I really do appreciate this.”
“That’s what I’m hear for, sweetheart. And you know...you can always talk to me, about anything, anytime. I do know more than you think that I do,” Valeia teased.
“Yeah, yeah…” Laura replied grinning. “I’m going to go change, and then I’ll help you with dinner. We know you can’t exactly cook,” she teased, sticking her tongue out as she headed for her room. Her mind was already on what she was going to wear. She wanted to look good tonight...not for him of course. In the back of her mind, she was still sorting through everything her Mom had said, about Klingons and Dvorek and Rezan leaving soon, but she couldn’t get the way she’d felt when he stood so close and looked at her like that out of her mind. Laura still knew that her mother had been right, but somehow she didn’t think it would be so easy.
Moving to get working on dinner, knowing that unfortunately Laura was right about her cooking, Valeia started focusing on getting stuff ready for her daughter to help her out, as she was after all one of the better cooks in the family. Although the talk had gone well, remarkably well and better than she ever could have imagined or dreamed, a part of her was still very uneasy. This whole thing left her unsettled. It sounded like Laura had done a number on Rezan, never a good thing, and worse, it seemed like he had returned the favor. One thing was certain, she would feel a whole lot better once this was straightened out, and Laura wasn’t being...wooed...
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Post by Mel D'BrooNi on Mar 29, 2009 9:37:46 GMT
Beaming back to the Phoenix and personally taking K'Nara down to the Brig, Tay stopped by Sickbay and asked them to start innoculating every Male onboard with the anti-bodies Valeia Mercy had identified nearly 3 decades ago. To say they were suprised at the sitution was an understatement but he was pleased to see how efficently they started on the task.
He also doubled the teams he had in place keeping an eye on the celebrations. People were not happy to be called back in from shoreleave but upon showing them the footage of previous encounters of this aliens he was proud that even afterwards some of his staff volunteered to help sweep the base and their own engineering crew with the ship.
Next he sought out the Admiral and Chloe and called them into the briefing room once more explaining what had transpired on the starbase.
He could see Sharon beginning to remember events and she nodded in approval of what he had already set in motion. Which left trying to secure the actual events of the next few days with this new added threat.
<Sharon>
"Chloe, K'Nara suggested asking your father to come on board with this. We need a strategy in case . . . . well in case they show up at any point when we have an abundance of important guests. He has experience. I know its short notice but would you ask him to join us. We are running out of time before this reception begins."
Tag <Chloe/Sharon/Rampton>
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Mike Rampton
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Commander
It's gonna be a 'long' flight !
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Post by Mike Rampton on Mar 29, 2009 14:54:03 GMT
As Cmdr Chloe Chapman:
Chloe was talking to Admiral Wolf on the Bridge when her Comm badge chirped.
=^= Commander could you meet me in the briefing room .. Admiral Wolf too =^=
=^= We're both on the Bridge Tay .. We'll be in shortly =^=
Sharon and Chloe entered the room, Tay was already setting out several PADD's in order to run through what had happened on Resurrection. She sat, almost dumb-struck as she listened.
Tay looked at Chloe ..
"Chloe, K'Nara suggested asking your Father to come on board with this. We need a strategy in case .... Well in case they show up at any point when we have an abundance of important guests .... He has experience with the Rakhari, I know its short notice, but would you ask him to join us. We are running out of time before this reception begins."
"I'll head over to the Bradbury now Admiral." Chloe said, getting up, "I think Da ... Admiral Rampton should be informed as soon as possible."
"Go ahead Chloe." Sharon said, picking up one of the PADDs ...
As Admiral Rampton:
They had been on the ride four times already, and Clair was showing no signs of tiring. They were at Disneyland, and Mike was beginning to wonder if his Granddaughter was going to want to stay here until the power ran out.
"Come on Granddad, We'll miss the start !" the seven year old insisted, dragging mike along the the entrance again.
He suddenly noticed his Daughter stepping out of the ghost train, or rather, stepping into the Holo-suite from the corridor beyond. Placing Clair in the seat and making sure the safety strap was secure, he kissed her on the forehead.
"You ride this time and I'll watch OK sweetheart."
The little girl pouted dramatically, but then the ride edged forward and she was screaming in anticipation once again .. Mike waved at Chloe as she approached.
"You're back early. Everything alright on the Phoenix ?"
Chloe sat on a bench where she could see the ride, then waved at her Daughter as she passed. Then once Mike had sat down, she updated him on what was happening. Rampton went white at the mention of the Rakhari .. He'd returned to the station when they had all but destroyed it, and saw many of his friends and colleagues perish in the devastation.
"Rear Admiral Wolf says that K'nara Corval suggested you could help ......" Chloe finished.
Watching his Granddaughter as the ride passed them he took a deep breath before replying.
"Yes .. Yes, I'll come over to the Phoenix. I'll do what I can to help ..." he said, tapping his Comm badge.
=^= Rampton to Commander Williams =^=
=^= Exec =^=
=^= Louise I'll be going over to the USS Dark Phoenix .. There's a situation they may be able to use my assistance with .. You have the Bradbury .. Make sure the upgrades are on schedule .. If you need me contact me OK =^=
=^= Will do Admiral .. Bridge out =^=
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After putting Clair into the creche aboard the Phoenix, Father and Daughter made their way to the ships' briefing room ... On entering, Mike recognized some old friends.
"Sharon." he said, holding out a hand, "Good to see you again."
"You too Admiral." Sharon replied, "I trust Chloe has brought you up to speed ?"
"She has yes .... And it's Mike." he said, smiling as he looked at one of the Officers present, "Commander Hannez .. Tay .. Good to see you."
"You too Admiral." Tay replied.
"OK .. What's next ?" Rampton said, looking round the room ..........
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Post by Commander Peter Horn on Mar 29, 2009 21:25:40 GMT
JP between past tense peter, revan and k'nara. warning, novel ahead!
ON: Peter hadn't bothered with pacing the cell, he was too tired to and too concerned with what the purpose was of this all. Security had been remarkably gentle with them even though he, Sharon and Tak had been placed in seperate cells. If anything, Tay was efficient. He looked up to meet Revan's gaze, then arched an eyebrow. The young man lacked certain characteristics to be any son of his old friend Naois, though he sensed the ensign spoke the truth. "I am certain it is," he answered slowly, trying to get a feel of this youngster. "I assume you have questions?"
"I think we all have questions," a familiar voice said entering the brig. K'Nara did a doubletake looking the younger version of Peter Horn up and down. "Ba'qa," she muttered again in amazement.
Peter took a step back from the forcefield, glancing from Revan to K'Nara, then back to Revan. Making a split decision, he let his guard down as he gazed at the young counselor. "Read me," he ordered, "you know I speak true. I do not know exactly why I am here, nor how exactly I got here. I have not resisted arrest and have co-operated with you on everything so far. I could have refused, and would have succeeded in refusing."
Still feeling strangely detached yet unsettled, Revan shifted ever so slightly. He’d been about to shift the conversation back to Peter, try to get him to talk about how he was feeling and what he was thinking, when he was interrupted. At the sight of Tay and the tall, regal Klingon woman, he jumped to his feet, recognizing K’Nara. “Sir, Ma’am,” he addressed them politely, about to give up on getting Commander Horn to open up now when Peter surprisingly addressed him instead. However, with the invitation, Revan did extend his mind and allowed the Commander to lead him to what he wanted to share, as usually allow the ‘patient’ to direct the path taken.
It took all of his willpower to let the Betazoid youth into his mind and not shut him out immediately. Finally, he did re-establish his mental shields, effectively shutting Revan out. "It is good to see you K'Nara," he offered evenly, "I am pleased to see that time has treated you well."
K'Nara groaned inwardly. "Lets dispense with the small talk shall we? Time may have treated me well but my love for that has not grown with it. Why did Q bring you here Peter? What is going on?"
"I...am not certain," Peter offered hesitantly, "he mentioned something I needed to learn, but he failed to tell me what." He turned his head to face Revan. "Your mother, is Valeia Mercy?" he queried, "your father Naois? You...do not resemble either of them..." He was clearly confused. "I saw my daughter earlier, she seems to hate me, why?"
Revan didn’t get much out of Peter, which he had somewhat expected. Under the circumstances, it would be hard to let anyone in, but he had picked up no trace of deception from him and could sense the faint traces of his honest confusion. “I’m adopted,” Revan replied, “from infancy. All of us are adopted. I am full Betazoid.” He left the issue of Seleya unanswered, unsure as to what or how much to tell him.
"You did not handle parenting as well as you could have done," K'Nara offered. "But I can sympathise there. Yet instead of fixing things you decided to be bitter."
The accusation regarding his parenting didn't sit well with the young Vulcan. He glared at the Klingon, though he willed himself to remain stood where he was. "I would not know," he answered honestly, "I do not know what happened. I only sense that my daughter and Tay hate me, but I cannot understand why. Yet the feeling only emerged after they learned I was not Connor. From that, I deduce that my son looks like me." He shook his head, closing his eyes. "It is...disturbing to know. I wish to understand."
"You won't like it," K'Nara stated firmly.
"Somehow, that does not surprise me," Peter answered coldly, glaring at the Klingon. The counseler was quiet, so quiet that Peter nearly forgot he was there. "How am I...I mean my future self, bitter? What happened that caused it. What has happened, other than Melanie's death, that would have people resent me? I felt resentment, bitter resentment and hate, and it was overwhelming. Where is my future self?"
K'Nara turned to Revan and said, "I do not believe it wise to bring our Peter Horn in here. I will tell you what you need to know." She realised why Naois had suggested her. His human side meant that he was too close to Peter to be able to handle this discussion.
Revan observed the exchange closely, ready to step in should Peter need it, but K’Nara’s tact and restraint was impressive, considering not only her heritage but all the stories he’d heard from his parents. The discussion also dropped his mental shield somewhat, allowing Revan to read more of what was beneath the surface. Peter was not only confused, but truly, deeply hurt by all of this. The thought he’d be despised so, and estranged from his family. “We can discuss that later,” he replied to K’Nara, not convinced himself it was a good idea, but equally unsure it would be a bad one either.
"Why is it not wise?" Peter asked, stepping closer to the forcefield again. He studied his captain's features - as to him she was still his commanding officer - but did not try to read her thoughts. "Am I to be kept here indefinitely? Where is Harley? Why has she not come to see me?"
K'Nara sighed and motioned for Revan to move round the corner. "Tay and Seleya have already complicated the timeline. As we do not know what the outcome of that will be I believe telling him alittle more is not going to make any difference. And if that truely is the Peter Horn I commanded 25 years ago he is going to bug the hell out of both of us until we do talk."
Nodding, Revan agreed. He’d just taken a Temporal Prime Directive course mere months earlier, and it had been ringing in his ears this entire time, holding him back from speaking, but her words helped. “Agreed,” he replied. “But it’s best not to antagonize him too much. It’s a lot of information for one man to handle at once.”
"Antagonise, me?" K'Nara said with a hint of a smile before stepping back into Peters view. "Sit down," she demanded and pulled Revans chair towards her. "23 years ago you performed the .. .. "she looked at Naois son. "Whats the rituals name?"
Wincing slightly, Revan feared perhaps he may have just antagonized her, also not recommended, but he followed her back to the cell. Her question surprised him, and blinking for a moment, he struggled to pull up the words, as it had occurred when he was a baby. “Uh…what? Oh, right, yes, the…engagement betrothal thing, right? Koon-ut-kal-if-fee,” he replied as soon as he’d managed to pull up the proper term, his face flushing slightly at how incompetent he must look.
"I performed a koon-ut-kal-if-fee?" Peter was genuinely confused now, and it didn't sit well with him. That meant that two years into his future he would've done it, meaning it had involved Seleya. "I had not considered bonding my children, binding them to a single mate before they were of age. I take it something went wrong?" He looked pale, considering the alternatives. His voice was bleak when he spoke next. "What happened?" he whispered, leaning to the side of the cell for support.
K'Nara nodded. "Yes, that ritual between the then young Tay and your daughter. Nothing went wrong with that. They were right for each other. Unfortunately both you and Tay continued to argue over the years, a combination of him being an argumentative child and you being well . . . stubborn. I won't lie to you I did consider on occasion tossing you both in an airlock. I would say plenty of people did also. But the fact of the matter is Melanie was the force that kept you both from going too far. 18 Years ago, you argued and Mel was at the end of her tether what with the newborn twins and she took off to the starbase to calm down. Fate was not kind on that day."
Deeply concerned regarding Peter’s state of mind, Revan was instantly on alert, ready to step in and request a break, try and help Commander Horn if necessary. Bringing Melanie’s death into this may be too much, and Ensign Mercy tried to send some sort of warning sign to K’Nara. She was handling this as well as could be expected of anyone, but Peter seemed dangerously close to breaking down...
Peter realised he had held his breath and released it in a gasp of horror. Q had showed him what had happened that day, and it had shocked him to the core. He took a few deep breaths, looking from Betazoid to Klingon and back. His legs no longer would carry his weight and he sank down to the deck, burying his face in his hands. "I did not know," he whispered, "I did not know..." He looked up. "I wish to meet your Peter. It is not wise, but I believe it must be done. Please tell Tay...I would never seperate him from Seleyea. He believed I would, I threatened I would, but I would never.."
“That’s enough,” Revan insisted firmly, moving to the forcefield. “Let me in there,” he demanded, giving K’Nara and the guards a look that didn’t allow for much argument. He’d felt this coming, and now needed to try and help Peter as best he could.
K'Nara ignored Revan and carried on regardless knowing full well if she was the one in that cell in this situation, she would expect everything no matter how painful. "You did seperate them. You blamed him, he blamed you, both could not cope with the guilt. Tay had lost his father, his mother, his sister and he started acting out more. You threw yourself into work, into lecturing him and that pushed him further. Then you disolved the engagement and demanded Seleya not interact with him, deeming him unsafe and troublesome."
“I said, that’s enough,” Revan said, his voice raising. He wasn’t a match for K’Nara physically, but when it came to patients and mental well-being, he was fiercely protective. Peter from twenty-five years in the past looking like Connor or not, he wasn’t going to allow this man to be completely broken and destroyed like this.
Peter remained silent, though tears were now streaming down his face. He imagined he was a fair sight, compared to his usually stoic self, but it wasn't to be helped. He had nothing to hide, and everything to lose. He was oblivious to Revan trying to dissuade K'Nara, and even K'Nara's words seemed to come from a distance. Instead, he bowed his head in shame, feeling disdrought.
K'Nara rounded on the Mercy boy. "I do not take orders from you and I know this man more than you will ever do poking around monitoring his feelings. We have lived through things that you cannot begin to comprehend and this is just another one. I will decide when is enough. We both know how far we can push each other. That is why I am still on "decent" terms with the man he is today."
“You are not a counselor,” he shot back. “And knowing him well or not, you cannot currently feel what he is feeling, and in psychological matters, I do outrank you.”
"I suggest you review everything your father has told you about me and decide if you truely want to go down that avenue with me. I will continue talking one way or the other. The question is who will be conscious when I do it." She hissed dangerously at the younger son.
"And despite that, suppose, just suppose I decide to heed you Revan. That man can get out of here if he wishes too," she almost laughed. "We don't fill him in with everything, he will seek out his future self regardless."
“I’ve heard plenty, and it doesn’t change my opinion. And may I remind you, that you are on a Federation ship and without a Federation rank at the moment. I was deferring to your experience, expertise, and relationship with my parents, but I will not allow you to run roughshod over his mental stability just because you want to. And you may very well be right about him, but he’s in no condition to to do so now. And if I decide it was in his best interest to do so, then that’s what I’d recommend.”
"Stop this!" Peter suddenly hissed, looking up. He looked angry, beyond sanity. "Stop this endless bickering!" He raised his voice, edging on hysteria.
Sending K’Nara a look like, ‘see what you did,’ Revan again moved for the forcefield. “Drop it,” he ordered in the guard's direction. “What he needs is counseling, not interrogation.”
The Klingon merely laughed at the Ensigns tirade. "You are truely your fathers son and if I were not accepting his invitation for dinner this evening I would not hestitate to incapacitate you right now." She turned back to Peter."You asked," K'Nara informed him. "Do you wish me to finish?"
Revan refused to rise to her baiting about his father, and merely glared at her, but did allow Peter the chance to reply, although still was convinced he was right.
Peter nodded. "The whole story," he added quietly, "do not hurt the boy, he is only doing his job." He looked down again. "How much worse does it get?" He wished he could make himself invisible now. His guard was completely down, he hadn't the energy to keep it up. Peter was starting to feel lightheaded, but he needed to know. "Please," he whispered.
Peter’s request somewhat sided with K’Nara, but Revan was still ready to step in. If needed, he’d beam the Klingon straight out of the brig and then try to work with the Commander in a quieter, gentler manner, working through everything slowly and carefully rather than just getting everything out in the open like this where it would overwhelm and potentially shatter his control and psychological centering.
"Seleya followed you at first. She cut Tay out of her life believing in the wisdom of her father. That hurt Tay deeply. Ian made the decision to move the family back to Earth and Tay left for a year. Then you started having problems with Harley. The guilt still ate at you," K'Nara decided not to mention them losing a child. "She could not cope with that and you . . . drifted apart. Tay meanwhile in his year on earth straightened himself out. Then he decided he loved your daughter and returned to win her back. You had him thrown off the ship several times but could not have him removed from resurrection. He got a job, an apartment and was determined to prove he was a better person. You meanwhile became angry and bitter and when you discovered your daughter and Tay were dating, tryed to physically stop them. It culminated one night where you tryed to drag Seleya away and ended up beating Tay up quite severly. That was the final nail in the coffin in your marraige and what alienated you from your daughter."
Peter reeled upon hearing this, then completely broke down. He had no fight left, no energy to protest. K'Nara would not lie to him, he knew her too well for that. They'd quareled and argued too often for it. He swallowed a few times, trying to pull himself together. With his mental shields down, Revan could sense his distress, even K'Nara could as he was projecting his feelings freely and without restraint. Even Sharon and Tak could sense it from their respective cells. Eventually, Peter collapsed, emotionally spent.
K'Nara staggered back. "I am sorry Peter Horn but . . . " she breathed hard. "I cannot lie or sugarcoat things to you. You have a chance to use this knowledge and change things for the better." She collapsed on the floor, falling off her chair at the force of what hit her.
Quickly raising his shields against the anguish Peter was now projecting, it was still barely filtered. Staggering to his knees, Revan managed to tap his commbadge and request a medical emergency before falling to the ground. He wasn’t unconscious but he was nearly incapacitated by the strength of the emotions, “Mercy to Admiral Sanders, there’s been an incident in the brig,” he managed to report before the emotions got to be too much for him to speak anymore.
<tag sharon and tak <both past and future>>
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Post by Commander Peter Horn on Mar 30, 2009 8:49:01 GMT
Connor Horn steped off the transport that had delivered him to the Dark Phoenix. The 25-year old looked around in wonder; he hadn't stepped aboard this vessel in years. Soon enough, he would visit Resurrection, in the hope of talking to his father. He knew Lilah was taking care of him, but it didn't diminish his concerns. Lilah had summoned him because she feared for their father's sanity.
The celebrations had been planned well in advance, and Peter had insisted that he should visit them. Ever since though, he'd been moody and withdrawn. Connor had briefly abandoned his studies at the Vulcan Science Academy, after discussing the situation with his professor. Professor Stern had believed the young man promising in his research in quantum mechanics, but had urged him to return home now.
Quietly, he stepped onto the bridge, knowing full well that as a civillian he wasn't quite permitted to. However, he had grown up on the Phoenix, and everyone knew him. Immediately, his senses told him something was wrong. "Tay, what is going on?" he asked of his brother in law, even before he had worked up the courage to greet the others.
"Admiral Sanders, permission to come aboard?" he queried belatedly, "Admiral Rampton, a pleasure to meet with you again. I trust Chloe is well?" The girl, now a woman, had been a childhood friend, and they had remained in contact.
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Deep in the bowels of Resurrection, WhiteEars hunched over the device she was putting together. Her black fur gleamed with health in the dim lighting, her white ears flicked back on her head in concentration. Soon, there would be a battle to remember, and her part in it would be remembered.'
WhiteEars flicked her tail as she put the final wiring in place. The explosive would go off as soon as all celebrants would be on board the station. Not long now, before their long planned revenge would take place. Twenty-five years they had plotted, remaining hidden from them. They were pretty much a forgotten race. As a Rakhari female, it was her task to dominate the men in her pack, and around her they cowered.
All but Cocoa, who had taken such a silly name because of his dark brown fur coat. Yes, it did remind her of the sickly sweet the Humans were so fond of, and which he seemed to be fond of too. "We're ready," the large male reported, "all is in place. We are to pose as Caitian delegates, and we will meet with the celebrants soon."
WhiteEars curled her tail around Cocoa's wrist in affection. The male was bright enough to be her mate, and also bright enough to obey her. "Well done," she praised, "let us go."
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Post by Mel D'BrooNi on Mar 30, 2009 11:45:02 GMT
"Tay, what is going on?"
Tay did a double take as Connor appeared on the bridge. Peter Horn, the young version was in sickbay and Sharon had been alerted of that and was now in the process of leaving. K'Nara Corval was out cold also. A notion alien to Tay which in itself was rather worrying. Reasoning that infact this could be the real Connor, he was about to speak when his brother in law addressed Sharon and Rampton.
"My brother in law Maam," he cut in smoothly sensing the Admirals annoyance. "Connor you shouldn't be here. Let me take you to Seleya. Admirals, I will sort out what we discussed." He indicated the younger vulcan follow him, if he was an inposter Seleya would know. "You cannot just appear on the bridge you know. We have a situation going on. I'll explain when we get to mine and Selys quarters.
Tay let him enter first and had his hand on his phaser just in case. It was too strange that "another" Connor had suddenly turned up. What if this was another trick of Q. "Seleya," he called. "We have a visitor." He moved forward to ensure in case this was an intruder he couldn't make a move at his wife before he stunned him but preyed he was wrong and it was infact the true Connor.
Connor being part vulcan naturally sensed something was up and immediatly asked what was going on, noticing the phaser.
"Theres some strange things going on. I just need to check you are who you say you are," Tay answered as Sely exited the bedroom in a pretty dress and demanded the same.
"Is this your brother?" Tay asked not moving his thumb from hovering over the stun button. If he was okay he was probably in for being told off by her but he had to check. Connor, his Connor would understand though.
Tag <Seleya / Connor>
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Post by Commander Peter Horn on Mar 30, 2009 19:34:15 GMT
Connor wasn't too pleased at being held at gunpoint, even though the phaser wasn't actually drawn yet. He saw his oldest sibling freeze at the sight of him and he did the same. Something was very wrong, but he couldn't sense what. His telepathic sense was acute, but not as heightened as his sister's was and she was shutting him out. "Sely, what is wrong?" he asked quietly.
Seleya turned from her husband to Connor, then back to her husband. She opened her mouth to say something, then closed it again. She winced as she felt the baby kick, but her features smoothened out just as quickly. Quickly, she smoothened the fabric of her dress, running her hands over her abdomen. At 6 months into her pregnancy, she was still feeling remarkably well.
Connor stood in silence, awaiting what would come next. He watched as Seleya stepped forward, halting a mere few paces in front of him. He was aware of her mental probe and, after a brief resistance at the invasion of his privacy, sensed her urgency and lowered his mental shield. "Seleya," he murmured, his voice low as he closed his eyes, "please, what is wrong."
Suddenly, Seleya grabbed his hand and yanked him along. "I will be on time for the celebration," she promised Tay, "I am going to show him." She smiled. "This is Connor all right, the responses are all right. This is Connor." She rushed out of their quarters, savagely pulling her younger brother along. Connor had no choice but to follow since he had no desire to hurt her.
He froze when they entered sickbay, staring down on he unconscious and heavily sedated form of Commander Peter Horn. The uniform was outdated, but the resemblance was remarkable. "Fascinating," Connor murmured, "yes I understand why Tay asked you if I was me." He looked over to the other bed, where K'Nara lay restrained on the bed. "Father must know," he continued.
Seleya's features darkened. "Without me then," she replied bitterly, "I want nothing to do with him." She turned on her heels and stalked out of sickbay.
Connor nodded sadly, then tapped his combadge. "Lilah, please take father to sickbay on the Phoenix. K'Nara is injured and...there are complications." He paused, then continued to arrange clearance for his father, which took some arguing.
Minutes later, an older Peter Horn walked into sickbay, flanked by his second daughter. Connor gasped at his father's appearance, but recovered quickly. "Father, K'Nara appears to have been injured. From what I can tell, she is overwhelmed due to a telepathic attack of some sort." Fortunately, the unconscious form of the younger Peter Horn was moved to a more secure and private area before his father's arrival.
Peter nodded and moved over to K'Nara's side, gently touching her arm. A little of his old self sparked in his eyes as he leaned over her. "K'Nara, what happened?" he asked, nudging her, not unkindly now. "Wake up K'Nara, what happened," he repeated, raising his voice.
Connor watched from a slight distance, observing with interest. K'nara was one of the very few people his father was still on good terms with. Many of the crew he knew as a child seemed to shun him or avoid him altogether. Part of Connor couldn't blame them, but the other part wanted to resent them for it. Yet, resentment was an emotion he didn't allow himself to feel. Pity, he did, and he felt pity for his father. The man was his father, he couldn't do what Seleya had done, it felt wrong.
"Father..."
Peter didn't look up, ignoring his son and daughter altogether. He could sense something was kept from him, but he didn't attempt to pry the information from them now. His friend, possibly his only friend, was hurt, and he wanted to help. "K'Nara," he demanded now, slapping her face, "I demand to know what is going on. You will tell me. Now!"
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Post by K'nara Corval on Mar 30, 2009 20:43:24 GMT
JP between Horn/Connor and K'Nara
K'Nara felt something hit her face and groaned. She didn't feel right, there was too much light and her pulse was racing like there was something in her system that shouldn't be there. A blurry Peter Horn was bending over her yelling. "You attacked me," she wanted to yell but it ended up coming out a whisper.
Peter shook his head. "I did not. Connor called me and informed me you were injured. He had quite an argument about allowing my presence here. Why do you say I attacked you?"
"You were there," The Klingon struggled to see her eyes sensitive to the Federation light. "I told you what you wanted to know. I answered all your questions and you unleashed you’re . . . . Mind on me."
Peter arched an eyebrow in surprise. "K'Nara, I just got here,' he repeated slowly, "I did not attack you. I would not." He smiled grimly. "You would break my arm if I would. What questions are you talking about? Who asked them?"
"You asked them," K'Nara said both confused and disorientated now. The room wasn't becoming any less blurry and now starting to focus through the light, the throbbing pain in her skull was more apparent.
"Computer dim light," Peter ordered, before focusing on the Klingon again. "I did not," he insisted, gripping her arms tightly. "K'Nara, who attacked you. I swear, it was not me."
Connor stepped up beside his father. "She is groggy, try again later," he suggested.
"Then it was the other you," K'Nara muttered more to herself than anything. Something else dawned on her and she queried the restraints. "Why can I not move?"
"You are restrained. Surely you remember that was always the safest option for those tending to you?" Peter leaned in closer. "What other me are you talking about? There is only me." He peered closely at her, debating whether to release her or not. Eventually, he did release her. "K'Nara you know you can tell me everything..." He sensed her confusion and her honest belief that he had attacked her. But he had not, so how was this possible?
"There are two you's . . . . . a younger you . . . . annoyed off Q . . . . Sharon and Tak too . . . “she muttered. Things were coming back slowly.
Peter sat on the side of the bed, looking back at his son in confusion. "Two of me?" he queried, "Connor, do you know aything of this?"
Connor merely nodded, but said nothing. "Aunt K'Nara, control your thoughts," he suggested midly, "father must not know. It is too dangerous."
Narrowing his eyes, Peter stared at his son angrily, before turning back to the Klingon. "Tell me everything," he ordered, knowing full well that no longer had any authority to order anything from anyone. He had lost that when he left Starfleet.
"Who annoyed Q off,"he repeated.
K'Nara swallowed. Connors words had punched through the haziness. "Leave me now. I should not discuss this."
Connor nodded in agreement, but Peter shoved him aside. "Too late," he demanded, "I will know one way or another. No-one can keep secrets from me for long. I demand to know, if this concerns me, I have a RIGHT to know."
Coming too now K'Nara fixed him with a look that meant she meant business. What she was going to do no one got to find out as behind them Tay having been alerted by Seleya that Connor had insisted his father know had now arrived. "You have no right to interrogate a patient. Get off this ship now."
Peter drew himself up to his full height, hatred in his eyes. "You do not command me, pup," he threatened, "my son informed me my friend was injured, and now my friend tells me all this involves me. I rather believe I have the right to know." He took a deep breath, restraining himself. "K'Nara please..."
"NO," she stated firmly. "Leave me NOW."
Peter staggered back at the force of her outburst, hate replaced with hurt almost immediately. He felt someone take his arm. "Father, we are leaving," Lilah told him, "it is clear we are not wanted here." She shot Tay a look of dismay, then steered her shocked father out of sickbay.
"That was unnecessary," Connor told his brother in law, "K'nara would not tell what she did not wish to reveal, no matter how my father demands it. They are both...stubborn, but they are friends. He would never harm her, you have to understand."
"Unnecessary?" Tay said in complete disbelief. "Connor, what were you thinking? She is suffering from the side effects of medication. When she spoke with your other father earlier she stated firmly it was a bad idea that those two meet. Ask Revan if you don't believe me."
"I do not doubt you, but I know my father. He would never consciously harm anyone, and you know that as well as I do. This feud between you and him, I am staying out of it, it is between you and him, but it does hurt him. You cannot see, but I do. He hurts, and now he feels he is being slighted. He was told he attacked her, and now he cannot learn who did? It is wrong Tay, you must talk to him and explain. Somehow, find a way to explain. I do not mean that he and his younger version should meet, I agree that is wrong. But I did not know that she spoke with the man. He must know, even if we keep the two from talking.
"Your father consciously harmed me years ago. I am not explaining anything to him," Tay stated firmly. "You started this mess, you can finish it. See what his temper is like that you felt the need to do that little stunt rather than explain yourself."
Connor sighed. "Very well, I will explain it to him myself." He felt sick, to have allowed himself to be dragged into this. "And I will keep him from speaking to his younger self too. Is that sufficient for you?"
"I'm not happy," Tay said, "But I do not wish to fall out with you."
"Neither do I,' Connor replied coldly, "it is bad enough my sister lost her father, I do not intend for her to lose a brother too. Good day, Commander Hannez." Connor swept past the Trill, hurrying after Lilah and his father.
Tay sighed heavily and wished with all his heart that his sister could be there right now. She would know what to advise him. Allowing himself a breath moment he prayed to the gods for her to guide him before heading back to the bridge to report what had just happened to the Admiral.
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Post by Sharon Wolf on Mar 31, 2009 18:54:48 GMT
Admiral Sanders was on the bridge when Tay called to meet himin the briefing room, he went over security arrangements for the celebration with her and Chloe.
"Sounds fine Tay, I would prefer to be careful then careless, never know how celebrations go my husband should becoming aboard soon with members of sce give them full access to the engine room, since most ofthe modifications we have had are theirs." Sharon said.
This had been one of those days when nothing seemed right, she looked forward to seeing her huisband and the kids who are all grown. She and chloe left and headed back to the bridge, she was thinking.
"Commander, when they are cleared I want to speak to the young Peter Horn and my younger self as well." Sharon said.
<Chloe>
They returned to the bridge and Sharon left the bridge in Chloes hands and went to her ready room, she had been going over the plannings when Tay called her from sickbay that the younger Peter had taken Ill she gotu up and left.
"Chloe, you have the bridge." Sharon said.
She headed to the brig then was instructed to go to sickbay. She entered she could see Peter was sedated but conscious, Doctor Mercy was tending to him. "Doctor,could I talk to Peter please?" Sharon asked.
J/p between Young Peter Horn and Admiral Sharon
Sharon walked over to where Peter Layed once Doctor Mercy allowed her, she sat down next to Peter. "Commander, I know this is all a shock to you but tell me what happened up until you appeared here."
Peter shook his head, twisting it from side to side. He was groggy from the sedatives administered to him, and confused from his earlier interrogation. In short, he felt overwhelmed. "I cannot," he whispered, repeating the two words several times. Then he opened his eyes and looked straight at Sharon. "I will not."
Sharon shrugged but gave him a small smile."Peter, I cannot help you unless you help me, you are twentyfive years into the future, this wass no accident."
The Vulcan sighed. "I know," he answered, reluctant to repeat the whole story again. Yet he did, in every detail from the point where Q arrived to their arrival in the future. "I have no desire to be here, but here we are," he finished slowly. He struggled against the restraints, trying to sit up, then fell back, giving up the effort. He understood the necessity, he would've done the same, and he would not ask for his release. "K'nara told me everything," he added, looking away.
"I figured she would, klingons tend to not beat around the bush so to speak. Peter, we have not heard fromQ in twenty years, so hes either playing one of his games or something is upwith the celebration, least Doctor Mercy was able to identify you, Tak and my younger self, a lot has changed in this time." Sharon stated.
"Which Doctor Mercy?" Peter asked nervously. He recalled Valeia, he'd not seen Naois but he was sure that there had been a Mercy present in the brig.
"Valeia is still the chief medical officer, Naois is Counselor, but it was Valeia who verified who you are."
"I recall there being a Mercy in the brig...a boy...I do not recall Naois having any children. Earlier, I believe I saw my son, but I am not certain." He looked confused. "My own daughter, older than I am now. That is very...unsettling."
"Yes that was everyone you met, and I'm sure myself doesn't help matters either. This Dark Phoenix is not the same class as the one you know."
"Understood," Peter answered, his tone once more neutral. The effects of the sedative were wearing off, though he still felt ill. "Where is the boy? I believe I should apologise for unleasing my talents on him. He was caught off guard, as I was."
"I'm not certain when Valeia comes back ask her she would most likely know,Tay, who was Melanies brother is Cheif of Security."
"I know..." Peter looked away. "I sense hatred from him, I do not understand."
"Many years ago Melanie was killed when she was taken hostage on resurrection, something happened that had to do with that made you two blame each other for her death." Sharon said.
"So Q showed me," the Vulcan replied sadly, "and K'Nara also told me. So what will happen with us now? Obviously we cannot leave..."
" That is a good question, I cannot keep you three in the brig but can I allow the three of you to see the future, its possible I can and hope that Q sends You back never remembering any of this what would you do if the roles were reversed?"
"I do not believe that will be a wise course of action," the former security chief replied, "if the roles were reversed, I would not set us loose and I would keep us shielded to prevent timeline contamination."
"I would tend to agree with you if you had come by ship, but by coming by Q thats another story, maybe he knows more then we do." Sharon rubbed her temples whe she felt a hand on her shoulder she looked up to see her husband. "Peter, please meet my husband robert, hes head of Starfleet corps of engineers."
Resigned, Peter looked up. "Commander Peter Horn, first officer, USS Dark Phoenix," he replied, in no mood for small talk. "Admiral, I do not intend to be rude, but I believe my orders were to rest. I have a pounding headache, I feel overwhelmed, and generally confused. I prefer a few hours of sleep, before continuing this conversation. And next time, I prefer either counselor Mercy or K'Nara Corval be present when I am questioned."
Sharon nodded and got up. " I will do what I can to get you back to your timeline,rest well Peter."
"Thank you admiral." Peter closed his eyes and let unconsciousness claim him for the second time that day.
Sharon headed out and stopped to talk to the Doctor. "Valeia, once the older Peter is ok, he can go to guest quarters, I will have my younger self and Tak Science mpved there as well."
<Valeia>
Sharon tapped her commbadge." Admiral Sanders to Commanders Tay and Chloe meetmein the brig please."
<Chloe,Tay>
Sharon arrived at the brig where Chloe and Tay was waiting. "I want to move my younger self and Tak to guest quarters, Peter when hes better, I want them guarded and not to leave, only allow them use of the replicator not the computer."
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Post by Tak Science on Mar 31, 2009 18:57:49 GMT
"That is good advice Melanie, you should listen to her now as she is no use to you where your going. And that is a fact that both burdens and torments you Peter Horn. You will see that," Q's voice boomed around them.
Mel swallowed nervously not wanting to entertain what Q's cryptic words meant.
"I take your choice Vulcan."
With a flash Peter, Sharon and Tak Science were gone from the briefing room.
Peter, Tak and Sharon were disorientated for a few seconds as everything seemed to flash and then they were back in the meeting room but staring at different people.
"Connor, what in the universe?" A Trill in what resembled a starfleet uniform suddenly said loudly as they all got there barings. "Where did you . . . . " he looked confused. "How did you . . . . Your supposed to be on vulcan . . . . " he spluttered.
The aforementioned feline seemed to mentally phase in and out, trying to cope with his new surroundings. As he did so he felt his stomach lurch into his mouth with the effect that one might get from faltering down a hill or speeding across in a vehicle down such an incline. Opening his eyes, he saw the world sputter around him in several million hues, opening these aforementioned optics into a new world of terrible colors that spread across in a rainbow meant to guide one unto a path of death. It was a most unpleasant, and extremely disorienting, experience. He hated every bit of it. There was nothing to love about Q, if you had asked him, and this only served that fact. Q and the greater Q Continuum were, like probably everything else to the Kzinti, a problem that one needs to deal with by means of extreme violence. That aforementioned extreme violence, of course, was something he intended to deal with if he ever got out of this alive.
"Sharon, am I dreaming?" Peter asked quietly. "Tak, please tell me I am dreaming, this cannot be real."
Taking his tricorder, the feline gazed at it for a moment before he shook his head, “No, not this is the truth – we are where we appear to be…however…the time flux has in fact changed. We are the same where, but not the same when.” He, of course, scowled at this fact.
Looking down to his paws, he noticed that he had looked aged compared to only a few moments ago. He had his once luxuriant fur replaced by a duller coat that had run wiry, and some of his fur had run to be whitened. Considering that his lifespan was longer than that of a human’s, it would suggest that he had lived quite a hard life from the point between then and now – a life that suggested that he had never slowed down or never stopped living the life of one who was dishonored. He was at a point in his career, it would have seemed, where it would have simply been best to submit to age and turn in the gun and badge.
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Post by Mel D'BrooNi on Mar 31, 2009 20:44:47 GMT
JP between Connor, Tay, Seleya and Ian
After delivering Connor to sickbay, Seleya didn't wait around but hurried straight back to her quarters. The celebrations would start soon and she wasn't ready yet. She was busy doing up her hair when Tay came home.
"Hey," he said quietly. Swallowing he figured he best get this over with. "I had to demand your father leave as I caught him harassing K'Nara and well I managed to anger your brother in the process. I'm sorry."
"Anger Connor?" Seleya asked, putting down her brush on the table, "that is quite a feat, how did you manage that?" She ignored his comment about her father, she couldn't care less right now.
"I'm not entirely sure. We disagreed on K'Nara speaking to him and then he wanted me to explain to him what was happening with his future self and I refused, and well it ended frostily. He went all formal on me."
"Hmm." Seleya checked her reflection one more time, before turning to face her mate. "He is as stubborn as you are," she smiled, "he does not have it from a stranger you know. What do you plan to do about it though? I cannot have the two of you at odds as well, that would break me."
"I'll try talk to him again at the reception," Tay promised. "You look beautiful by the way," he told her while trying desperately to locate his dress uniform.
"Here on the bed," the Vulcan woman pointed, "and fix your hair, you look a mess. So. Did my father leave or did he argue?"
Tay pulled off his shirt and figured it was always safer to go with the truth. "He informed me I do not command him and called me a pup. When K'Nara herself insisted he leave, then he left."
"At least he did not cause a scene." She sighed miserably; years ago she chose for Tay, but she longed for her father too, in some way. She wouldn't admit it to Tay though. "You will apologise to Connor? I am certain he will too then. Please Tay, apologise to him, if not for yourself, then for me."
Fastening the last button of his dress shirt, Tay moved and placed his arms round her. "I'll do it for both you and me. I don't want to be at odds with your brother. I like Connor."
"Thank you," she breathed against his shoulder, and then looked up. "I love you Tay Hannez, and nothing can come between that. Now, we have a party to attend. Are you ready?"
He nodded; relaxing somewhat that she hadn't got mad or upset. "Let’s do this," He kissed her softly on the mouth and then took her hand and they walked to the observation lounge on the star base."
Upon entering Tay smiled then squeezed Seleya's hand as a familiar face cut through the crowd and greeted them. "It's about time someone I knew showed up," Ian Brooks greeted them and then hugged them both. "I was really struggling to make conversation with all the Caitian delegates. Have you ever seen so many?"
Seleya looked around, scanning the crowd. "I remember events like this when I was little," she confessed, "but so many felines no. I only remember a battle on the ship when I was really young. Father was injured by one." She looked away. "Is he here?" she asked, her voice small as she pressed herself against Tay.
"I haven't seen him," Ian said gently. "Let me get us some drinks. Non-alcoholic for you though," he pointed at the bump with a smile and disappeared through 2 Caitian delegates. One a deep brown colour gave him a funny look as he passed. Tay meanwhile steered Seleya to a table. "Can you read anything from Caitians?" He asked.
She shook her head. "I have not my father's skill at this," she retorted, "I have never put much faith in my telepathic skill. Look at their fur coats, they are gorgeous!"
One of the Caitians turned, flicking her tail. "Murr, greetings. My name is WhiteEars, and I'm grateful for being invited to this occasion."
"Welcome," Tay said suspiciously. He would feel better once K'Nara or Rampton arrived. If there were Rakhari around, they could masquerade as Caitians. But he did not have enough experience with them to tell any difference so for now they had to be diplomatic. "Commander Tay Hannez. This is my beautiful wife Seleya."
Seleya blushed. "Lieutenant Seleya Hannez-Horn," she introduced herself, "ship's science officer. Pleasure to meet you."
WhiteEars coiled her tail, as he'd seen Caitians do, flicking her ears backwards on her head. "This is my associate Cocoa, he's pretty shy and young. But he's very intelligent, and he's learning to be a diplomat." She looked back at Tay. "I hear this is a very special occasion, I would like to learn more.."
"We would be happy to answer any questions you might have," Tay responded as Ian returned and handed them both a glass. He nodded thanks to his brother in law.
Connor approached them, carefully, coming to a halt beside Ian. "What is his mood?" he queried softly, though he kept his eyes on the felines. Something was wrong, but he couldn't quite understand what yet. He would seek out his father soon, and get him to feel the mood of the party. Dark eyes settled on Ian. "I am concerned for my sister, and her husband," he confessed, "they are under a lot of stress."
Ian took a moment before he recognised who had approached him, then looked confused. "He seems fine, maybe a little on edge but big gatherings with delegates from all over would do that to anyone in the security profession. Why? Has something happened?" Ian asked worried now.
Quickly, the young Vulcan filled him in. 'We argued," He confessed, "that is the last thing he needs." At that precise moment, the chocolate coloured feline turned to face them both, and with two quick strides stood beside them. "Greetings," Connor offered, raising his hand in the Vulcan salute.
Cocoa studied them closely. "I am interested in cultural exchange," he told Ian, "you two look alike yet so different." He faced Connor. "You and the girl are siblings, yes?" At Connor's nod, the cat's tail coiled in amusement. He could use this, he was certain. "Can we go for a walk?" he asked quietly.
Ian nodded. "Would you like us to give you a tour of the station?"
Cocoa's ears perked up in genuine interest. 'Yessss," he hissed, in audible english, "please? I would like to learn more. This is my first time off Cait."
Tay quickly grabbed Connor before they prepared to leave. "Can I have a quick word?" They moved away slightly for a bit more privacy. "I just wanted to say . . . about earlier. I'm sorry. I came in at the tail end of what was happening and it looked like one thing. You saw the whole of it and perhaps I acted too rashly."
Connor nodded quietly. "I would offer an apology as well Tay, I am tired of being caught between you and my father. We will speak further later."
Once the Vulcan returned Cocoa followed the officer and civillian out of the room, then when they were alone, he yanked Ian's combadge away, having already seen Connor wore none. "You are now my prisoners," the dark cat hissed, drawing a crude weapon. "Make a sound, and you die. Excape, and you die. You are the first of many."
Connor stood in silence, his hands slightly raised at the sight of the weapon. As ordered, he said nothing, not seeing the logic in endangering them both further.
Ian to his confusion and against all logic merely smiled. "Going to be an interesting party ehh?"
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Apr 1, 2009 3:51:25 GMT
Although never fully unconscious, Revan had a massive headache now. He had known that Peter Horn’s telepathic talents were profound, but to experience them full strength like that had been completely overwhelming and fascinating all at the same time. Now, sitting next to his bedside, the Betazoid was entirely convinced he had been right. The man had been pushed too hard, and now had to try and pick up the pieces, and Revan was determined to be there by his side to help him do that no matter what. He would wait beside him until he regained consciousness.
‘Or until I’m dragged away...’ he thought somewhat wryly as his mother entered sickbay. He’d suggested, no...begged, the doctor not to call for her, but apparently he’d been overruled. “I’m ok, Mom... I’m ok,” he assured her, reluctantly allowing her to envelope him in a hug, not that anyone would have been able to stop her...
“No, you’re not. You have a headache,” Valeia corrected him, reaching for a tricorder and expertly ushering him to his own biobed. “You could have been killed. Peter is an incredibly powerful telepath. What happened? He doesn’t lash out at people...”
Without a word of complaint, at least verbally, Revan allowed his mother to lead him away and begin to fuss over him. This would go faster if he simply let her do and see what she needed to. “He was told everything that happened over the last twenty-five years and it overwhelmed him.” At the shocked and then disapproving look on his mother’s face, he quickly added. “It wasn’t my idea, and I vehemently opposed it. It was K’Nara, and I’m not even sure a phaser could have stopped her.”
“Oh,” Valeia replied, her attention returning to her tricorder and the monitors. “Well, K’Nara’s always been rather...straight-forward,” she commented before reaching for and administering two hyposprays in succession. Instantly, the pain lifted and his senses began normalizing. “There, don’t you feel better?” the doctor admonished.
“Yes...” Revan responded, feigning reluctance, though they both knew that he felt much better. “Thanks, but really, I’m alright. I was able to block out just enough to keep from being overwhelmed. I don’t think everyone else in the area was as lucky.”
“Actually, by fighting it, you probably wore yourself out. However, along with the analgesic, I also gave you a mild cortical suppressant. Your abilities will be slightly diminished for twelve hours or so, but it was necessary to stabilize the activity, as well as allowing for recuperation,” Valeia explained, tousling his hair affectionately.
“I trust you,” Revan replied, beginning to notice his senses were somewhat weaker than usual. He supposed it was a fair trade for the abatement of the highly unpleasant sensations he had been experiencing. “I should probably go back to sit with Peter. I want to be there when he regains consciousness,” he insisted, moving to get up.
“Revan...you need rest...” Valeia asserted. “You not only nearly overloaded your senses with Peter’s outburst but you also almost completely drained your mental energy. You’re going to need time to replenish your strength and recover from that.”
“He’s my patient. I need to be there for him,” Revan insisted again, knowing his mother would understand. “He’s been through so much... He needs an emotional anchor, someone who he can depend on to be there to help him through all this.”
Reluctantly, Valeia had to agree, but the mother side of her wouldn’t give up quite so easily. “I understand that...but can’t you just take an hour to rest? I don’t think he’ll be waking up before then, and you’ll feel better even after an hour. Please?”
Sighing, Revan knew that an hour’s concession was the best offer that he would get from her. “Alright, one hour…but that’s it. And I rest nearby...and no sedation.”
“Agreed,” Valeia replied, smiling proudly at her son. “Get some rest, and if you fall asleep, I promise to wake you in an hour,” she added, kissing him on the forehead.
As she had expected, he fell asleep within a few minutes of closing his eyes, and the doctor happily settled in next to him, reading some reports and watching over her son. Commander Horn had been moved into a side room, out of the way from the main section of sickbay, and although Valeia was quite tempted to check in on some of the others, this was not her sickbay. She didn’t want to step on any toes. Besides, she could easily access the files and monitors from there, so she did just that, stepping aside several times to contact members of her family, just to check.
When Admiral Sanders arrived, however, Valeia moved to her feet. This was her ship after all, and although she wished to wait until Revan woke up to see what he thought, medically she couldn’t deny Sharon’s request to speak with Peter, and she wasn’t about to wake her son half an hour before promised. The best she could do was sit nearby and keep an eye on the monitors looking for any signs of physical distress. Emotionally, what she was reading was certainly concerning and somewhat all over the place, but she wouldn’t step in, unless she became seriously worried.
Throughout the conversation, most of his emotions were strangely vacant...like he was so overwhelmed, he had nothing left. Then there would be moments where in spite of his fatigue, sudden surges of emotion such as pain and sorrow would break through, but overall, Peter was just worn down. In fact, as soon as they concluded their conversation, he closed his eyes and fell asleep almost immediately. As the Admiral moved from his bedside and headed towards her, Valeia stood up again.
"Valeia, once the older Peter is ok he can go to guest quarters. I will have my younger self and Tak Science moved there as well,” the elder Sharon informed the doctor.
“Yes, Admiral,” Valeia replied, moving to check to make sure that Peter was resting comfortably before, with a brief glance at her son, heading out into main sickbay to speak with K’Nara. The doctor didn’t really have all the pieces of what was going on here, but she was more concerned with the people involved than anything else.
K’Nara was still lying on her biobed, appearing to be still asleep, but Valeia knew better and could sense her friend was awake. “Hello, K’Nara,” the doctor greeted her, a smile lighting up her face. It had been a long time since she saw her former Captain, save for the brief glimpse she got of her unconscious form as she rushed past to find her son. “You just got here, and you’re already in sickbay… Feels like old times,” she teased. “Lucky for you, because if you were standing I’d probably give you a hug,” the Betazoid added wryly, along with a grin. “I heard that you got to see Revan earlier. You hadn’t seen him in a long time, since he was little, right?”
<Tag K’Nara>
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Post by Tak Science on Apr 1, 2009 4:47:38 GMT
Peter hadn't bothered with pacing the cell, he was too tired to and too concerned with what the purpose was of this all. Security had been remarkably gentle with them even though he, Sharon and Tak had been placed in seperate cells.
Tak Science exhaled, writhing in his cell in this, the timeline that he had been placed into such. Looking down, he felt further dejection as he contemplated what to do, totally unsure of that fact of how he was going to let himself out of here. His brain was divided into a duality, it would seem, split amongst times as much as his own form was. This was certainly not an easy concept to deal with, after all, as one chewed over the conditions that were still plain as the nose on one’s face, to borrow an Earth phrase, in the container of life. Of course, only the ship’s scientists would be considering this fact:
The fact of the matter was that there was a duality not only of mind and time here, but of the continuum. For someone who was slated to be the protector of humanity at times, he certainly seemed hell bent on destroying it, along with all of time as one understood it. After all, so little was understood of the passage of the chronos, however, it was at least understood that if two individuals existed in the same place at a similar time, that definition of time being existent relative to the case in point of which that time is.
Thus, he thought, if he were to touch the other Tak Science, regardless of which Tak Science he himself was, and to be honest he had not even known if there was another one or if he was which Tak Science, it would be a similar case to a matter/antimatter collision.
This was a fine way to ruin the morning.
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Post by K'nara Corval on Apr 1, 2009 17:23:39 GMT
“Hello, K’Nara,”
K’Nara grunted realising she was busted. Valeia Mercy had been the only doctors to ever see through her pretending to be asleep act. However she reasoned it did not matter now, the treatment they had given her was pretty much out her system. She had been waiting for it to wear off and piecing together a hypothesis anyway.
“You just got here, and you’re already in sickbay… Feels like old times,” the Doctor teased.
“Well I wouldn’t want to disappoint,” the Klingon gave her a rare toothy grin, although truly she wished it was under better circumstances. Enduring whatever she had just been put through by one Peter Horn and then an interrogation by the older version had not been her idea of fun. Neither was she happy that old Peter was aware of young Peter but then she had really been out of it. That would never have happened had she been in the correct frame of mind.
She was of half a mind to break his arm purely for taking advantage of her like that but decided that being aware one had a version of oneself from the past occupying the same timeline was quite enough. Besides he was no doubt upset on that score and regardless she had to save her strength for other foes.
“Lucky for you, because if you were standing I’d probably give you a hug,” the Betazoid added wryly, along with a grin.
K’Nara chose to ignore that. She was kidding. Over 25 years of knowing her, the doc surely realised that would not happen.
“I heard that you got to see Revan earlier. You hadn’t seen him in a long time, since he was little, right?”
She nodded. “Perhaps I should have heeded him more,” she groaned sitting up. “He truly is his father’s son,” she added stretching. “You did well installing duty into him. I still struggle with my offspring. Well more so with Dukath, Rezan has now embraced what is expected of him.”
She swung her legs off the bio bed. “I wish to be discharged,” she informed Valeia.
<Valeia>
Predictably she cautioned against it. K’Nara leaned in and lowered her voice, not wanting to be overheard. “There may be Rakhari on the star base. I need to be at that reception. We need as many people who stand a brief chance of going one on one with those beings there, and that list includes me,” she said seriously.
“They are up to something, Base security could not detect anything in their scans but I believe they will disguise themselves as Caitian delegates. One of the more frustrating things about that race is their biological makeup is so similar it’s virtually impossible to distinguish between the two. Do not think the Klingon Empire did not try to find a way. So now we are forced to play the diplomacy card as unless we are 100% sure they are the Rakhari there could be a galactic incident.” She grunted in frustration at the situation.
<Valeia>
“I am okay now,” she demanded getting up regardless. She was a delegate of the Klingon Empire so she couldn’t keep her here against her will. Walking off, the doctor followed her, probably to try dissuading her again. “Unfortunately Peter saw me under the influence of the drugs from earlier. He got information out of me he really shouldn’t have but under the circumstances that’s the least of everyone’s worries. I am more concerned about the hostiles right now. I will find Merzan and my party. The more eyes the better,” she informed Valeia as they left sickbay.
She stopped suddenly, then reached into the top point of her armour and pulled a large dagger out. Valeia looked on in amazement. Even after all these years her abilities to conceal a weapon never ceased to amaze her. Also it seemed that Klingon technology to fool sickbay scans was still superior.
“Take this and stay close to Naois or my family at this reception. They are up to something. Hopefully there will not be complications preventing Dinner later. I will see you in the observation lounge.” She added as an after thought before operating something on her wrist that automatically transportered her to her husbands side.
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Post by Naois Mercy on Apr 1, 2009 19:37:00 GMT
"Laura, stay home with them until Revan gets home." Delon was clearly annoyed and in no mood to argue with his Human sister. He gently disentangled Wintrow's arms from his waist, then pushed the child down in a chair. "Win, Revan's coming home soon. I'm going with my friends, if you come with me, you might get hurt and I'd never forgive myself if you got hurt. Understood?"
Tears welled up in the boy's eyes but he nodded. He didn't want to cry in front of his grown up brother. "Yes Delon," he whispered, fidgeting with his shirt.
"Get him cleaned up. Mother wants you all to be ready to go with Revan. He's with a patient right now but should be home soon."
Laura's eyes flashed angrily but she dared not argue with her brother, the starfleet cadet. Instead, she hauled Wintrow to his feet and marched him off to the bathroom. "You'll be sorry!" she cried over her shoulder.
Delon shrugged then headed out to the party, where Rezan was waiting for him. The Klingon smiled a toothy grin and revealed a flat flask which he unscrewed and handed to Delon. The Romulan eyed it suspiciously, but when Rezan took a swig and smacked his lips, the young Romulan took a good swig as well. Tears sprang into his eyes and he gagged, but kept the drink down. "Nice," he gasped.
(rezan)
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Naois walked into sickbay, wearing his dress uniform. He saw K'Nara pass his wife the dagger and overheard the last part of her words. "Wear it Valeia, if you will not hide a phaser on you. If there are Rakhari, then we are all in danger."
He spotted Revan sleeping in a chair beside a bed. He looked pale and a little ruffled but otherwise fine. "What happened to him?" he asked softly, "he did not get into a fight did he?" He shook his head when Valeia briefly explained. "I hope he can help the poor man. If our Peter is any indication, he needs it."
Naois turned to K'Nara. "Have you found more evidence of Rakhari involvement? If yes, please relay it to me as soon as possible. Valeia, meet me at the party, send Revan home as soon as he wakes. Young Peter can rest here and be transferred to quarters when he wakes. Admiral Sanders already arranged quarters for him on Resurrection. K'Nara, would you find our Peter Horn and escort him to the festivities? I would prefer he attend, whether he prefers to or not. He knows the Rakhari as well as you do, he might appreciate the opportunity to once more be of service. He needs this, you know he does."
He bowed slightly. "Now, if you will excuse me, I do have to depart." He turned on his heels and marched away.
Once at the party, he spotted his second son holding something dubious in his hands. Quickly, he strode over and confiscated the flask. "I am disappointed Delon," he said gravely, "you are under age, drinking is illegal. Rezan, you too are a minor here. Your parents will hear of this."
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Post by K'nara Corval on Apr 1, 2009 21:05:11 GMT
JP between Naois/ DVorek/ Rezan and Tay/Seleya
Rezan looked completely perplexed at being informed he was a minor. "A minor?" He spluttered.
"You are fifteen standard years old, correct?" Naois queried coldly, while holding his son's arm tightly, to prevent him from wandering off. Delon knew better than to argue with his father in public, so held his silence...for now.
"Yes Sir," the Klingon stood tall and proud.
"That means that, on this star base, you are not an adult, thus classified a minor. As such, alcohol and synthehol are illegal for you to consume."
The Klingon scowled. "My mother is punishing me. This Federation and its rules. Very well I will not do it again. Just don't tell my parents. My uncle will discover I stole it."
"I fear that I cannot do that young man," the Vulcan replied sternly, "you have committed an illegal act on my station and it is my duty to inform your parents. My son will face the consequences as well." Delon scowled at that, but still said nothing.
The Klingon sighed again. "Very well. I am a warrior and will one day face eternal battle. I can face my family, let’s get this over with." The Klingon disappeared into the crowd for a moment leaving the Vulcan’s alone, and then returned with an even larger Klingon that Naois recognised. Dvorek grinned down at him.
Naois handed the confiscated flask to the adult Klingon. "I took this from your nephew," he informed him, "I caught him and my son drinking from it. I remind you that drinking is illegal for minors on this station."
Dvorek laughed heartily and to Naois suprise clapped him on the shoulder. "Ahhh young warriors ehh." Rezan clearly expecting to be yelled at smiled suddenly upon not being. Dvorek tipped the flask in Naois's direction, "To your beautiful and firey wifes good health," then proceeded to take a large swig.
"They are not warriors," Naois commented coldly, "they are teenagers and they are in trouble. And my wife is indeed in very good health, thank you." He refused to rise to the bait, willing himself not to let that comment bother him. "And she is indeed still very beautiful. Now...what do we do about your nephew? My son will be disciplined according to Starfleet Regulations, especially since he is a Starfleet Cadet."
Dvorek cast an eye on his nephew then looked back at Naois and stated firmly. "He is a warrior. Every heir of the house of Corval has been an honoured warrior from the day they could hold a blade. Do not insult my House. As far as punishment goes, I will turn him over to his mother Vulcan."
"On Qo'noS he might very well be, but on this station he is not. Here, he is an example to many other minors who would without thought copy his behaviour. I am certain his mother would agree with my reasoning." He turned to Delon. "What if your siblings had been with you?"
"They are not," the Romulan replied stiffly. "Laura is watching them until Revan returns home."
"I left you in charge. Your mother will be very displeased as well. We will speak of this further after the celebrations. You are confined to quarters until such time."
"Understood." Delon turned on his heel and marched away without looking back.
Naois sighed in response. "Dvorek, have you noticed any suspect behaviour among the station's guests? K'Nara believes there are Rakhari here."
"I am aware of her theory and she does not tend to be wrong on such things. I have more weapons than the normal federation officer. Do you wish to discipline me also for breaking rules?" he asked with a brief grin then continued seriously. "You have a lot of Caitians Naois Mercy," he nodded in the direction. "And also one of your friend’s sons left with one awhile back and is yet to return."
"No, I know very well that Klingons are armed to the teeth, and if there is a threat, I prefer you to be over armed than under armed. I too am carrying a weapon, and I have urged my wife to do the same. Which son left with a Caitian?" Naois scanned the room, there were indeed an oddly large number of Caitians. He tapped his combadge. "Tak Science, could you verify the number of Caitians that are expected to be present for the celebrations?"
Tag <Tak>
Dvorek looked confused for a moment then said, "The son of the one that’s all bitter, yet K'Nara insists on defending him all the time. He left with a Caitian and a human. The human who is family to . . . . “The Klingon looked round and then located who he was looking for.”Those two," he pointed at Tay and Seleya.
"Ah. You are referring to Civillian Connor Horn." Naois looked thoughtful. "No doubt they are going for a tour of the station, I am certain Ian will call in if there is trouble, though I will check regardless." He tapped his combadge again. "Ian Brooks, respond," he called.
Naois got no response back. Dvorek raised an eyebrow in a very Vulcan like manner. "Naois I would say that is suspect behaviour," he informed him seriously.
"Aye, and Connor would probably not have a combadge. Contact K'Nara, we need her assistance. We will await Tak's response before we mobilise the security and marine forces. In the mean time, you and I are going to make sure all these Caitians are indeed Caitians, somehow. Any suggestions?"
"I could threaten to slit ones throat in order to make him talk," the Klingon said with a happy look on his face.
"Except you risk killing a true Caitian. We wish to prevent a war, not start one. I am going to inform Commander Hannez, so he can alert his forces." The Vulcan walked up to Tay. "Commander, when is the last time you saw Connor Horn? And when was he expected to return? Dvorek and I believe there may be trouble, Ian is not answering his comm."
Tay looked stunned for a moment and placed a hand on Seleya's shoulder after standing up. "They left to show a Caitian the star base Sir. They have been gone," he looked at his wife for confirmation. "Over an hour?"
"Ian was wearing his combadge at the time?" Naois looked concerned. "I tried to page him, I get only static."
"He definitely had his combadge on his person," Tay confirmed starting to look worried also.
"Send a security team after him," Naois suddenly ordered, "put the station on alert. I want all incoming traffic blocked and all outgoing ships held back. No one enters or leaves the station without my authorisation. Barring Dark Phoenix senior staff. Locate Commander Peter Horn, our version and have him report here. That is an order commander; I care not for your grievance when lives are in danger. If he refuses, arrest him on a conspiracy charge."
Tay for his credit was all business. "I'll get right on it." He turned to Seleya. "I'm going in person, you'll be okay?" as much as he despised the idea of seeing Peter, he could tell from Naois's tone how serious he thought this situation.
"I will, I will stay with Naois and Dvorek. Be careful Tay, and please find my brother?"
Tay nodded, cupped Seleya's cheek fondly and left. A few minutes later he stood outside Peter Horns quarters, took a deep breath and prepared to face him.
Tag Peter / old Tak
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Apr 1, 2009 22:35:25 GMT
“Perhaps I should have heeded him more,” K’Nara confessed, much to Valeia’s surprise. As the Klingon moved to sit, Valeia helped her up, not ignoring the groan that accompanied the movement. “He truly is his father’s son,” she added stretching. “You did well instilling duty into him. I still struggle with my offspring. Well more so with Dukath. Rezan has now embraced what is expected of him,” she continued, before swinging her legs off the side of the bed, stating, “I wish to be discharged.”
This came as no surprise to Valeia, who was actually surprised it had taken her this long. Glancing at the monitors, and having already reviewed her status remotely, the doctor replied, “I think you need some more rest, or at least to take it easy for awhile. You know how powerful Peter’s telepathy is, and this was…unrestrained.”
Lowering her voice, K’Nara spoke quietly. “There may be Rakhari on the starbase. I need to be at that reception. We need as many people who stand a brief chance of going one on one with those beings there, and that list includes me. They are up to something. Base security could not detect anything in their scans, but I believe they will disguise themselves as Caitian delegates. One of the more frustrating things about that race is their biological makeup is so similar it’s virtually impossible to distinguish between the two. Do not think the Klingon Empire did not try to find a way. So now we are forced to play the diplomacy card as unless we are 100% sure they are the Rakhari there could be a galactic incident,” she added, irritated.
Taking all of it in, Valeia’s first thought was of her children and keeping them safe. That being said, having K’Nara involved would probably provide a better chance of the situation being resolved, but the medical side of her still advised otherwise. “I understand, but you took quite a hit, so I want you to be careful. I don’t want y...”
“I am okay now,” she insisted, getting up regardless. She probably knew the doctor well enough to be able to tell Valeia wouldn’t actually stop her and was just being worried, but K’Nara still moved for the door rather quickly. “Unfortunately, Peter saw me under the influence of the drugs from earlier. He got information out of me he really shouldn’t have but under the circumstances that’s the least of everyone’s worries. I am more concerned about the hostiles right now. I will find Merzan and my party. The more eyes the better,” she stated, leaving sickbay while Valeia followed.
Unexpectedly, K’Nara stopped then, pulled out a dagger, and handed it to a rather astonished doctor. “Take this and stay close to Naois or my family at this reception. They are up to something. Hopefully there will not be complications preventing dinner later. I will see you in the observation lounge,” K’Nara said as Naois approached.
"Wear it Valeia, if you will not hide a phaser on you. If there are Rakhari, then we are all in danger," Naois insisted, before beginning to speak with K’Nara regarding the situation. Valeia nodded to indicate goodbye to the Klingon before moving into sickbay, knowing her husband would follow shortly. He did a few moments later, and noticing Revan, asked, "What happened to him? He did not get into a fight did he?"
Sending Naois a mildly amused look at the idea of Revan getting into a fight, Valeia replied, “No, he was speaking with Peter, the one from the past, when K’Nara told him about everything that happened, and Peter was understandably overwhelmed, and unintentionally projected it. They’re resting, but Revan’s determined to help.”
"I hope that he can help the poor man. If our Peter is any indication, he needs it.”
“I’m sure he will,” Valeia replied. “After all, K’Nara did just comment on how much like his father he is,” she teased, giving him a quick kiss before he left for the party.
After he left, Valeia remained behind, awkwardly holding the dagger. She was far from accustomed to holding such a weapon, but she realized how special it was to have been given it. Klingons rarely parted with personal weapons willingly, and the Betazoid knew it was a symbol of K’Nara’s…caring, for lack of a better word. And if K’Nara was so concerned as to give it to her, the doctor would try to respect that.
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Laura was absolutely furious. She got all dressed up, hair, makeup, the works, and was wearing her favorite dress, and now, not only was Rezan…and the others, not coming, but they were all supposed to stay here and miss out. It wasn’t fair at all. While everyone else was probably out having fun, hanging out with diplomats and Klingons, she was stuck here with T’Rache, Kestra, Stevin, and Wintrow, far from a party. Well, she decided, she was going, whether they liked it or not. “T’Rache, stay here,” she ordered moving for the door. “And if you tell on me, you’ll regret it.”
T’Rache didn’t even have the chance to reply before Laura was gone. Concerned, the Vulcan girl glanced at her siblings. While she knew that staying with them was probably best, a part of her felt that Laura was in serious trouble this time, more so than usual. If she contacted her parents, who were undoubtedly busy, it may have been some time before they found Laura, but if she went after her sister herself and attempted to persuade her, perhaps all of this could be avoided. “I am going to retrieve Laura,” she informed them calmly. “Remain here until I return.” Casting a serious eye on her brother, she added, “I am trusting the three of you to obey and behave. I expect nothing less than that in my absence,” she added before leaving.
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She was almost there...Laura could hear the steady hum of people conversing as she approached the lounge. It was exciting, knowing that so many people from so many different places were inside. The human girl was about to step inside, when a hand pulled her back. “Laura, you should not be here,” T’Rache scolded mildly.
“What are you doing here? Did you follow me!? I can’t believe this... Just go back home, ok? You shouldn’t have left them all alone. Don’t you know anything? I can take care of myself,” Laura insisted haughtily, trying to break free from her sister’s grasp. However, she underestimated T’Rache’s Vulcan strength and was held fast.
“You are not supposed to be here,” T’Rache insisted firmly. “You are coming with me now, and I will not tell Mother and Father of your disobedience,” she offered.
Pulling hard against her sister’s hold, Laura was frustrated being so close to a real, grown-up party with a boy who liked her. “I am NOT going anywhere with you. I’m going to the party. You can’t tell me what to do. I’m older than you, and besides...”
The rest of that sentence was cut off, as they were both suddenly snatched from behind and dragged away. Laura tried screaming, but a hand was over her mouth, causing her to gag on...fur? T’Rache struggled briefly but ceased as soon as it was obvious it would be quite useless. She managed to catch the words ‘children’ and ‘sympathetic’ before the hiss of hyposprays sent them both into unconsciousness.
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Feeling humiliated and angry, Delon returned to quarters as ordered. He had known drinking was wrong but had not wanted Rezan to think him weak. And now, he’d probably not be allowed to spend more time with them until they left. Allowing his young brother to hug him as he entered, the Romulan tried to reign in his emotions, but he could see that Kestra could tell he was upset, which only upset him further. Glancing around, he noticed his two missing sisters. “Where are Laura and T’Rache?”
“Laura wanted to go to the party too,” Kestra replied. “And T’Rache went after her.”
Sighing in frustration, Delon would normally allow Laura’s behavior to simply have its consequences, but he knew T’Rache had just been trying to do the right thing. He couldn’t leave without disobeying his father, so instead he contacted Rezan. “I apologize for not informing you of the rules,” he began, still cringing from the intense embarrassment he’d felt. “Laura has left quarters, and T’Rache followed to try and convince her to come back. I would appreciate if you could keep an eye out for them. I could be wrong, but I believe that Laura may actually be looking for you, Rezan.”
<Tag Rezan>
At the mention of the overheard trouble on the station, and not having seen her, Delon was beginning to get a bad feeling. He knew his sister well enough to know that if she had wanted to see Rezan again, she would have found him by now, and that coupled with any sort of trouble, made him very concerned for her safety. “I’ll meet you outside the party. I believe she may be in trouble. Please, do not mention this to anyone else. I am in enough trouble as it is with my Father,” Delon requested.
<Tag Rezan>
Turning to his siblings, who were beginning to look scared, Delon tried to reassure them. “I am going to find Laura and T’Rache, and then I will return with them. I’m counting on the three of you to behave until my return,” he insisted, giving Wintrow a somewhat awkward pat on the head before moving toward the door once more.
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Post by K'nara Corval on Apr 2, 2009 5:51:05 GMT
“I apologize for not informing you of the rules," his Romulan friend informed him on the comm.
"Thats okay," the Klingon replied. "I should have listened more to the briefings my mother gave us on how to behave. However I would prefer you did not get in trouble for my actions," He added. "That is not honorable."
“Laura has left quarters," he stunned him with, "and T’Rache followed to try and convince her to come back. I would appreciate it if you could keep an eye out for them. I could be wrong, but I believe that Laura may actually be looking for you, Rezan.”
The Klingon flashed a quick grin. He knew it, the female did want him. Quickly he scouted the room and then checked in with his brother who had finally come back from stuffing himself at the buffet table, although what Dukath had turned up with on a plate did not look to his view like the food of warriors. In Klingonese he questioned him on the Mercy sisters. The other Klingon shook his head.
"Your sisters are not here Delon," Rezan pulled Dukath with him to a quite spot and lowered his voice. "And we have a situation. There are foes afoot. I can feel the onset of battle in my blood. It is calling out to me."
“I’ll meet you outside the party. I believe she may be in trouble. Please, do not mention this to anyone else. I am in enough trouble as it is with my Father,” Delon requested.
"Battle?" Dukath queried still in Klingonese looking pleased. For the first time in hours there was something of real interest for a warrior to engage his time with. Rezan nodded, and they both crashed skulls together in anticipation. Dukath placed the strange Federation food down on the table and they marched out of the party stealthly, ensuring neither was detected by their uncle or Naois Mercy.
When the Romulan finally arrived Rezan nodded at him and raised his hand in a messy attempt of the Vulcan salute his friend had taught him. "Come brother," he addressed him. "Let us join this fight and retrieve your females."
Tag <Delon>
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Post by Commander Peter Horn on Apr 2, 2009 20:41:22 GMT
Peter was sat on the floor in the middle of his quarter's livingroom. He sat crosslegged and with his eyes closed, though he was acutely aware of his surroundings. "Enter," he called, though he didn't bother to get up or even open his eyes. He was angry, tired and most of all very annoyed at being forced off the ship.
Tay stepped in, knowing this was not going to be pleasant. "There are Rakhari on this base. I have been asked to fetch you."
"Fetch? I am not a dog coming at your beck and call," Peter replied harshly, though he rose to his feet. "If there are Rakhari, I shall need a phaser. I do not wish to face them unarmed. Who asked you to come and get me?" He faced the young Trill, eyes glaring though he was otherwise perfectly composed and controlled.
"I am neither a dog either yet you deem to refer to me as pup," Tay calmly countered. "And your not telling me you are unarmed. Naois asked me."
"You are young. I only have my dagger, which is insufficient." His features relaxed a little at the mention of Naois. "Take me to him." He hesitated. "Please," he added.
Tay stepped back outside and allowed him to leave. He made sure he stayed behind the vulcan, eyes purely on him in case he tried anything. Since being put in sickbay fighting for survival years ago, he was naturally on edge.
Peter paid no attention to his son in law, instead kept his eyes fixed on the furthest wall possible. Then suddenly he stopped dead in his tracks and turned. "There is something you are not telling me," he stated coldly, "what is it you are not telling me?"
*"Your son has disappeared," Tay stated, "along with my brother in law. And I wasn't keeping anything. You were going to be fully briefed once we got to Naois."
The Vulcan paled visibly, but nodded instead. "Take me to him," he repeated, then promptly was taken to the party which he originally had no intention of attending. He had only accompanied Lilah and Stern because they had asked him to do so. "Naois, what is going on?"
The older Vulcan turned, his expression grave. "There are Rakhari on the station, and I believe your son may very well be in trouble, along with Ian Brooks. Both were seen leaving with what appeared to be a Caitian. Tay, have you gotten any leads on where we should start our search?"
*"I have," a female voice interupted. "I plan to start where that Cat threw me against a wall earlier." K'Nara looked at Peter. "I trust you will be engaging in battle with us."
"I shall be delighted," Peter answered grimly, "if they so much as hurt my son..." His hand went to his dagger and he gripped the handle tightly, turning the skin on his knuckles a sickly yellow/green. He ignored Seleya's sharp intake of breath, pretending he hadn't noticed her presence at all.
Merzan nodded appreciatably at the almost Klingon display Peter Horn treated them too. Tay moved and placed a gentle hand on his wifes shoulder hoping to reassure her. Something dawned on him. "Naois, where is Rezan? He was with you earlier."
"I sent Rezan off to his quarters. I caught him drinking with my son," Naois replied stiffly, "I sent Delon home as well. I reminded both that on this station, they are minors and thus were engaging in an illegal act. Why?"
"I did not know you had done that. I was concerned we had another missing person on our hands," the Trill answered.
In response, Naois tapped his combadge. "Delon Mercy, this is Captain Mercy, respond." No answer. "Delon, acknowledge." Again, no response. "He is not answering. Merzan, try contacting your son."
"You will have no luck," Dvorek stated joining them holding two Klingon transmitters in his hand. "Found near the buffet," he indicated. "I would surmise they have gone to prove their worth as warriors. They would not have retreated to "their quarters" just because you ordered them too," he fired at Naois.
"Quite possibly," Peter agreed. By now he had drawn his dagger and ran his thumb over the blade's edge. A thin green line appeared on his thumb and he watched it in fascination. "We need to bring our families to safety and have them guarded. Then we are going to engage these notorious felines and teach them once and for all that we are not easy prey." He rounded back on Tay. "I learned we had prisoners who might be of assistance." His eyes briefly shot to K'Nara. "Who are they and how could they be of use?"
"I said no Peter," she informed him sternly.
"Shut up K'Nara, for once do not argue with me. The station is at danger, the entire Federation is at danger, and you carry on as if this is about me. This has nothing to do with me. My son is missing, your son is missing, Captain Mercy's son is missing. Who knows how many hostages they have by now. We need all the help we can get."
"My son will be just fine," the Klingon stated firmly. "And do not tell me to shut up, or try push me again like you did in sickbay. For once heed me. Get it into your head that there are somethings you do not need to know. I ask you for your warrior skills, can you manage that or are you going to try alienate the few people you have left who look out for and respect you?"
Peter remained silent, not wishing to go into argument about that in front of witnesses. Especially not in front of his daughter and Tay. Seleya watched her father in silence, then suddenly stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him. In reflex, Peter responded, while his breath caught in his throat. Just as quickly he released her, but the way he looked at her had subtly changed. Still, he said nothing to her, he just couldn't. "We should find the children, and deal with the Rakhari," he finally suggested. "That is our priority."
"Then for now, we should wait, or appear to be waiting while covertly we mobilise. Naois should stay here, as should Tay. K'Nara and I have no Starfleet ties, we could investigate." He knew Tay wouldn't accept this, but he didn't want the Trill close to him. If anything happened, only he remained to care for his family, and he was very reluctant and unwilling to face that event. He silenced Naois with a single look, then looked challengingly at the others.
Tay was about to put up a protest when K'Nara announced bluntly, "I plan to do more than just investigate. Peter, with Merzan and I." The Trill decided it was wiser not to anger the Klingon especially as she was seemily the only person he had seen Peter Horn listen to in a very long time. "Very well," he offered grudgingly.
"We should go, before the remaining felines suspect a conspiracy," Peter suggested, "I still require a phaser."
Really not happy about that prospect but seeing no alternative round it, Tay handed him a PADD indicating a concealed weapons locker a few cooridoors out and the code to gain entry. He said nothing more.
Equally, Peter said nothing, turned on his heels and strode away. He didn't wait for Merzan or K'Nara. His son was possibly in danger, and that was all he cared about right now.
JP between K'Nara, Peter, Naois and Tay
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Apr 2, 2009 21:01:26 GMT
Her head hurt...it wasn’t exactly the most profound thought, but it was the first one that entered Laura’s mind. Blinking against the light, the teenager girl managed to struggle into a sitting position on the cold, hard floor. Only when her eyes had fully adjusted did she notice they weren’t alone. “Mr. Brooks?” she asked, the confusion evident in her voice. “Connor? What’s going on? Where are we?” she questioned.
Before they could answer, her attention shifted to her sister, and Laura moved to her side. “T’Rache! Wake up! Are you ok?” she demanded, shaking her younger sister trying to wake her, panic now beginning to set in. She and T’Rache were both unbound, but Ian and Connor appeared to have some kind of restraints on their wrists, even though she couldn’t see a way out of the room. “T’Rache...please...”
After a moment, the Vulcan girl began to regain consciousness, blinking against the light as well as Laura helped her into a seated position. “I am uninjured,” she replied to her sister’s queries, visually checking her older sister for injuries as well. It was at that moment she noticed Connor and Ian, and her eyes went wide in open surprise. Managing to recover, T’Rache spoke carefully. “Do either of you know why we are all being held here, or where precisely ‘here’ is?” she inquired calmly.
<Tag Connor/Ian>
Laura wasn’t taking it quite so calmly and was dangerously close to freaking out, especially now that her sister was awake and being calm enough for both of them. “Why would they take us? We didn’t do anything!” she shouted, her voice a mixture of anger and fear. “We have to get out of here...but how do we get out of here...?”
“We need to stay calm,” T’Rache corrected her sister. “We are both unrestrained, so we should first attempt to free Mr. Brooks and...Connor,” she replied, moving a little hesitantly in their direction. “Did you see how they got in and out of the room?” she asked softly as she moved to take a look at the restraints on Connors wrists.
<Tag Connor>
Still not exactly calm, Laura did move to look at Ian’s restraints but far too quickly gave up. “I don’t know how to open these,” she lamented loudly. “I just want to get out of here!” Shivering, the girl wrapped her arms around herself to keep warm. “I don’t understand why they picked us or why it’s so cold in here,” she complained.
“It’s going to be alright. We’ll find a way out of here or someone will come and find us. You need to remain calm,” T’Rache repeated, glancing quickly at Connor before addressing Ian. “Mr. Brooks, do you know how to release these? Perhaps you could help talk us through it?” she suggested, while her thoughts mirrored Laura’s. She wanted to get out of the situation just as badly, though she refused to show her fear.
<Tag Ian>
For a very brief while, Laura tried to work on the restraints but again gave up very quickly. “This isn’t doing any good...Let us out of here! Help!” she shouted loudly.
“Laura,” T’Rache scolded. “Screaming won’t do us any good. In fact, it may force our captors to silence us. Please, try to remain…quiet,” she requested, switching necessarily from calm to quiet, as she feared that calm may be too much to ask...
While T’Rache continued to try to release Connor’s restraints under Ian’s guidance, Laura sat next to him with her arms holding her knees to her chest. A part of her knew she was being childish and T’Rache was right, but calm wasn’t exactly easy for her. Bleakly she wondered what was going on at the party or back at home, if anyone was even worried or looking for her. After all the trouble she had been, it wouldn’t surprise her if they weren’t...but T’Rache was here too. They would look for her sister, she realized glumly. And Rezan...he would probably think she was just a little girl who wasn’t allowed to attend grown-up parties. This just wasn’t fair.
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On the way to meet Rezan, Delon was beginning to second guess his judgment. If he hadn’t just gotten in trouble with his father for drinking, he would be informing his parents of his concern. But really, why was he concerned in the first place? Laura went off on her own all of the time. The chance of her actually getting into trouble with the security concerns on the station had to be pretty slim. Perhaps he was just overreacting. His desire to spend time with his friends was clouding his judgment in this matter, as it had with the alcohol. The Romulan knew he had to come clean...
“Rezan,” he addressed his friend, moving to meet him feeling somewhat sheepish.
His friend’s attempt at a salute only made him feel worse. He so wanted to impress Rezan somehow. “Come brother. Let us join this fight and retrieve your females."
Hesitating and beginning to feel embarrassed again, Delon replied, “Perhaps I’ve overreacted. Laura goes off by herself quite often. I’ll contact T’Rache and tell her to go home. Then we’ll find Laura. She probably ran into a boyfriend or ex-boyfriend and is with them,” he insisted before tapping his commbadge. “Delon to T’Rache, you can go home now. I’ll find Laura and make sure that she gets home safely too.”
When there was no response, Delon began to truly get worried. “T’Rache? Please respond,” he questioned but got nothing. Requesting her location, the computer stated she was very close by, and instinctively, he and Rezan moved to intercept her, finding only two commbadges lying on the deck, which Dukath then retrieved.
Looking at his friends in horror, Delon felt a calm clarity set in. “We need to inform our parents of this, as this is now far more serious than I thought,” he suggested.
<Tag Rezan/Dukath>
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Mike Rampton
USS Dark Phoenix
Commander
It's gonna be a 'long' flight !
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Post by Mike Rampton on Apr 2, 2009 23:28:59 GMT
Mike had been on the Phoenix Bridge for over an hour. Before that, he had discussed the current situation regarding the Rakhari in Admiral Sanders ready room.
He was about to leave, needing to update his Exec' of his situation, when the turbo-lift doors opened ..
"Admiral Sanders .. Permission to come aboard." Connor queried belatedly, "Admiral Rampton, a pleasure to meet with you again. I trust Chloe is well ?"
Mike stepped forward, taking the offered hand.
"Oh I'm sure you know better than me how my Daughter is doing Connor .." he said, smiling, "How are you. We haven't had chance to speak in quite a while ?"
"I am good Admiral ... Thank you."
"Good. Let's get together while we're all in the same place. I'm sure a meal and some conversation would be good for everyone. I'll leave the details to you and Chloe."
With that Rampton made his excuses and headed back to the Bradbury ..........
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Post by Commander Peter Horn on Apr 3, 2009 19:44:19 GMT
Connor shifted uncomfortably, trying to move so T'Rache had better access at his restraints. His shoulders were starting to ache with the backward pull of his arms. "T'Rache please, this is useless. Conserve your strength for yourself and your sibling."
The touch of the girl's cool hands on his skin was uncomfortable and he was hyperaware of her proximity. "Please," he whispered again. Her only response was to give him a nudge so he toppled over.
The young Vulcan male exhaled on impact, then took a deep breath, shivering as he lay full length on the cold floor. Like T'Rache, he felt as though he were freezing, since Vulcans were more sensitive to cold.
From the shadows, Cocoa stood observing his prisoners, then suddenly stepped forward, hauled the Vulcan girl up by her collar and tossed her across the room. "Stay there," he snarled, before giving the other girl a firm shove towards the opposite corner. "And you stay there!"
Finally Cocoa rounded on Ian, checking his restraints, then kicked Connor aside. "Human malessss are ssso uselesss," he hissed.
"I am not Human," Connor countered. This resulted in him being hauled up to his feet and scrutinised. He felt the cat's claws dig into his skin and he fought back a shudder of fear.
"But still male," Cocoa hissed, "my mistresss will be pleased." He tossed the civillian back to the floor. "Move again, and you're dead. I have no qualms about sending your shredded body back to your daddy." He glared at Ian. "Or to your children."
The brown furred cat lashed his tail. "The girls are ours, they'll be treated well, taught well and they'll obey."
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Elsewhere on the station Peter Horn strode forcefully down a corridor, phaser held tight in one hand, his dagger in the other. His expression was grim, his eyes tense with concentration. "I cannot sense them," he growled at his Klingon companions, "I do not understand. I have melded with my son, we have a strong link. I should be able to sense him, or Ian. But I feel nothing. It is..unsettling."
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Apr 3, 2009 20:21:44 GMT
Though calm on the outside, T’Rache was growing more and more...unsettled by the minute. She wanted to get the restraints off Connor, desperately, but in spite of all her knowledge and efforts and even with Ian’s direction, she couldn’t manage it. The fact that her hands were shaking from the cold certainly didn’t help, and she could feel Connor shaking as well and could tell he was in pain, which only...unsettled her further, especially since she could do nothing to alleviate it. Gasping in surprise as she was roughly hauled to her feet and tossed, she was able to brace herself against the impact with the floor but could do nothing as Laura was also thrown in her direction. Her sister was quickly shutting down and now curled up in the corner sobbing hysterically, but T’Rache was tenuously holding onto her emotional control.
Listening with interest to what their captor was saying, T’Rache took every word in though she still gasped quietly in fear when he hauled Connor up. After moments of contemplation, the Vulcan girl believed she had a grasp on several key factors. This was a matriarchal society, meaning males such as their current captor, were accustomed to taking orders from females. That could certainly be useful. If Laura weren’t emotionally incapacitated, T’Rache believed she may have been quite capable of being domineering as she was to most males of her age group. This also seemed to extend to the point of females retaining ownership over males, which was also potentially useful. This species’ distaste for humans was evident, but not Vulcans.
Gathering up every ounce of courage she had but remaining still as told, T’Rache addressed the feline. “You will not hurt him. He is…mine,” she managed, not quite able to actually look at Connor and feeling her face flush uncharacteristically green. “Males may be...inferior, but they have...their uses.” Face flushing even greener, she continued, attempting to sound threatening. “He belongs to me, and you will not damage my...property or there will be…consequences,” she concluded firmly.
Glancing briefly at Ian, who looked shocked, she considered attempting to claim him as well, but that would be far more difficult to believe. Besides her, Laura had stopped crying and was now staring at her sister in shock, not quite believing what she was hearing or even capable of realizing what T’Rache was attempting to do.
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Post by K'nara Corval on Apr 3, 2009 23:04:10 GMT
JP between Delon/Rezan etc
"Inform our parents?" Rezan stated surprised. "Delon, are you a warrior or a Targ? They have clearly been taken by the enemy. The parents are aware and mobilising, in the meantime our best strategy is to get ourselves there, gain Intel and ensure your sisters are as safe as we can get them. That means allowing ourselves to be caught."
Now incredibly torn, Delon hesitated. “I am a warrior,” he insisted. “But I am also Starfleet. How can we be certain that our parents are aware of the situation without us informing them? And are you certain it’s wise to gain a tactical advantage by providing the enemy with additional hostages? I am not certain that is a wise move.”
Dukath snorted and Rezan gave him a grin. "First up there is nothing that my mother cannot discover quickly. Trust me when I say she is already on this. And secondly you are presuming that we would be additional hostages for long. That would not be the case."
Knowing perfectly well that he would be getting in a great deal of trouble for this, but not wanting to appear weak or scared in front of the first real friends he’d ever had, Delon replied, “We would be going in without knowing the odds. How can we be certain of a victory without being fully prepared of what we are about to face?”
Rezan stood before him and stated seriously. "Battle is in the blood and the heart. A warriors wisest tools are to trust in ones skills. Yes planning has its advantages and can be useful but one cannot be truly a warrior if they have not stepped on that ledge and jumped into the unknown, trusting only in their abilities. Today, we take that leap," he indicated his brother who nodded. "Are you with us?"
Again reminding himself of just how much trouble he was going to be in, Delon still could not bring himself to back out, as that is what he would be doing if he said no. “I am with you,” he replied firmly, however reluctant he may have felt. “So now the question becomes how do we ensure that we are captured?” the Romulan asked.
Dukath smiled this time. "That’s the easy part, we take a walk round moaning about our parents being at the reception and they will come to us. But let us irritate the felines, we have secondary systems and heal faster than you. You meanwhile keep your eyes open as much as you can and try to figure out where they take us."
“Assuming they allow us to remain conscious,” Delon commented dryly. He didn’t like the plan, nor keeping things from his parents, but if he was doing this, he was all in. “I will conceal my comm. badge, wear one of my sister’s for them to remove. That way perhaps we can be tracked, although we will most likely be in a shielded location,” he suggested, removing his comm. badge to place in his pocket and picking up one of the others from Dukath. “It may be of use to us,” he added very calmly.
"It may well be," Rezan agreed then suggested Dukath conceal it with one of his daggers. It took about 20 minutes of walking before anything happened. Rezan found it somewhat liberating actually venting his frustrations about his family. However it took all his self control, upon hearing footsteps trying to conceal themselves approaching, not to react before they attacked. The last thing he saw before hearing the hiss of a hypo spray hit his neck after grappling with the brown feline was Delon, looking somewhat surprised. Next thing he knew, he awoke in a room staring at a Vulcan he somewhat recognised.
Delon struggled half-heartedly, though began to fight in earnest at the sight of a hypospray, but eventually he was sedated as well. Laura and T’Rache were quite shocked when their brother, along with the two Klingon brothers, was tossed into the room as well, on the same side as Ian and Connor. They were all unconscious.
Laura was even more scared now. If these cats could capture Rezan, Dukath, and Delon, some of the strongest people she knew, they became a lot more terrifying. However, she did try to wipe away any trace of tears left. The last thing she wanted was coming across like a coward. She was beginning to recover from her shock at T’Rache’s sudden and unexpected declaration, and she was also beginning to understand what she was doing. With the arrival of Rezan, that made things more complicated, and she was considering, yet dreading, attempting that same thing. When Rezan began to wake up, Laura remained quiet, not sure what exactly to do.
Coming round Rezan ignored Laura for the moment not wanting to give their assailant a further reason to try something and merely spoke in Klingon to his brother, explaining part two of their strategy. As Dukath nodded, and everyone else looked on bewildered, the brown cat who was seemly the only guard in the room stepped forward to tell him to shut up. Rezan allowed him to slap him hard across his face to gorge his strength and quickly calculated that minus the restraints they could take him. "We found out about your plan," he lied convincingly. "The Federation are containing everything now."
"They will be rounding up your kin as we speak," Dukath finished. "They won't even see it coming."
Laura cried out when Rezan was hit in spite of herself, but quickly went quiet. In spite of their current circumstances, she didn’t want him getting an even bigger head than he already had. Delon was beginning to wake up as well, and caught some of the last part of Rezan’s bluff. As his friend was struck a few more times, he turned his head to see Laura and T’Rache, unharmed though his eldest sister looked pale, and T’Rache looked strangely flushed. As Rezan was struck a fourth time, Delon felt a need to step in and shouted, “You are such an idiot Rezan. Now you’ve told them what our parents are up to, and it won’t catch them off guard.”
The Feline rounded on Delon and hissed. "And I have time to warn the others. We will make our demands sooner and our bombs will go off if they are not met. You cannot get out of this room anyway." He shoved Delon hard as a parting shot, the romulan colliding with Rezan hard before stalking out the room and initiating the locks.
“You do have a hard head,” Delon muttered, as he righted himself. In spite of his initial reluctance, this was actually working out exactly as planned. Glancing in his sisters’ direction, he asked quietly, “Are you both alright? They didn’t hurt you...?”
T’Rache nodded calmly and, still unable to look at Connor, she moved to Delon’s side. “We are uninjured, but you should not have provoked him,” she stated mildly.
Laura remained quiet and didn’t move, still unsure of how to respond to all of this.
"How else would we get him out the room?" Rezan asked none fussed.
Rolling her eyes, Laura found her voice and shot back, “You’re so predictable...”
Glancing back at her sister, T’Rache merely replied, “Indeed,” in answer to Rezan’s earlier comment, before checking on Delon to ensure he was ok. She would have checked on Rezan and Dukath’s health status as well, but she decided against it.
"Predictable," Rezan raised his voice slightly as he focused on his restraints and started working out how to break them. "I am a warrior come to rescue you and you insult me. Woman, we do not have time for that sort of thing now. He will return soon." He winked at her. "Once we have escaped however . . . .”
Leaping to her feet, Laura was furious once more, even forgetting where they were for a moment. “You are the most arrogant, obnoxious person I have ever had the displeasure of meeting. In case you haven’t noticed, you happen to be tied up and locked in here with the rest of us. If this is your idea of a rescue, Klingon, you’re even more deluded than I thought you were. Some rescue this is!” she shouted at him.
There was a large crack and Rezan promptly broke his restraints. "And you . . . ." he scrutinised her, "are far too inpatient."
To be continued
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Post by Tak Science on Apr 4, 2009 7:12:32 GMT
"No, I know very well that Klingons are armed to the teeth, and if there is a threat, I prefer you to be over armed than under armed. I too am carrying a weapon, and I have urged my wife to do the same. Which son left with a Caitian?" Naois scanned the room, there were indeed an oddly large number of Caitians. He tapped his combadge. "Tak Science, could you verify the number of Caitians that are expected to be present for the celebrations?"
Grumbling as always, Tak Science narrowed his eyes, “Oh, I am busy and you want me to run off, drop everything I am doing, and suddenly just start a wild Denebian Slime Devil chase? Well, let me tell you something…”
Of course, Tak was not trying to initially break any regulation about addressing his superiors. Rather, it was simply the correct way for a Kzitni to address his superiors. In a society without the honorifics and polite titles that were ascribed in human society, such a speech was not required nor was it encouraged. To speak the way that so many humans did was, indeed, an insult since it made it appear to a Kzinti that the other was too weak to take the more brash style of speaking.
Exhaling he looked back and down to the badge, “Eeeeehhhfff…I suppose I could do it. You are forcing me anyways, correct? Has one gone missing or something? I will do what I can to track…it…down. girl thingy cats. The lot of them.”
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"I will, I will stay with Naois and Dvorek. Be careful Tay, and please find my brother?"
Tay nodded, cupped Seleya's cheek fondly and left. A few minutes later he stood outside Peter Horns quarters, took a deep breath and prepared to face him.
Tak carefully looked over and sighed, far more subdued than his usual self. He did not quite understand what was going on – his consciousness had seemed as though it were split into a multiple fold. Shaking his head to try to clear his thoughts, he looked up, raising a brow.
“Would…would someone mind telling me why exactly I am here?”
It was apparently quite hard for him to ask this question, considering that it could, itself in his culture, been construed as a sign of weakness.
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