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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Sept 25, 2007 13:01:51 GMT
“Corval to Doctor Roquel. A security team is on the way.”
“Acknowledged.” Valeia had replied before closing the channel. She would be very glad to get the Tellarite out of her sickbay. The doctor had no tolerance for those who hurt others, creating casualties for her to try and repair. The last thing she wanted was the person responsible for so much death in her vicinity.
As she turned to check on another patient, Naois moved to stand beside her trying to get her to take a break. Valeia had known it was only a matter of time before Naois insisted that she get some rest, but even so, being slung over his shoulders and carried out of sickbay had not even crossed her mind as a remote possibility. By the time the shock had cleared, they were already out of sickbay and halfway to her quarters, which were on the same deck.
“Naois, put me down! You’re going to hurt yourself. Naois this isn’t funny!” No matter what she’d said, the Vulcan ignored her and carried her straight into her own bathroom before putting her down, turning the shower on, and then guarding the door with his back turned.
Glaring at his retreating back, Valeia had decided that as tired as she was, she would not tolerate being treated like a child and followed him to the doorway. “I can manage just fine by myself, thank you very much.”
He didn’t seem to believe her, so she tried a different tactic. “Naois…” she’d pleaded with a resigned sigh. “I promise I’ll take a shower. I just want some privacy, please? Besides, you could use a shower too. You’ll probably be back before I’m done…Please, Naois. I promise I won’t go back to sickbay.”
The doctor meant every word. Now that she was away from sickbay, Valeia realized just how completely exhausted she was and was almost, ALMOST grateful for being pulled away. She just wanted some privacy, and time to clean her quarters. They were an absolute disaster, and the last thing the doctor wanted was Naois noticing the mess that she hadn’t had time to clean up.
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Post by Naois Mercy on Sept 25, 2007 13:10:05 GMT
Naois turned to face her and sensed the earnesty of her words. "Very well," he conceded, "I shall be back in fifteen minutes, and then we shall finally have dinner together." He smiled down on her, caressing her cheek. He finally turned and left her quarters, trusting her to keep her word.
He had noticed her quarters had been wrecked, and quietly wondered who had done it and if it had been herself, what had inspired her to turn her quarters into this disaster. However, he didn't think it was his place nor the proper time to comment on it. Before leaving her quarters he had taken a brief look around, then had kissed her quietly with a passion he hadn't shown her before. "Fifteen minutes," he reminded her before walking out.
Only when he had undressed and stepped into his own shower, did he realise how dirty he must've looked. He watched as the soot and grime washed away from his body and hair. Feeling refreshed, he took a few minutes to shave himself and tend to his appearance, before putting on a clean uniform. He gazed at his reflection, pulling his teal collar into proper position then attached his four pips to it.
Fifteen minutes later, he walked back into Valeia's quarters, as he had promised he would.
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Sept 25, 2007 13:30:12 GMT
Relief flooded her face as Naois conceded to leaving her alone. “Thank you,” she’s breathed, grateful he’d listened to her and actually quite pleased at the idea of them finally having a meal together. Valeia wondered briefly if that would mean they were actually dating. The kiss had surprised her and left her head spinning as he’d left her alone, but there wasn’t time for daydreaming.
In the fifteen minutes she’d had, Valeia had managed to take a shower, change into a clean uniform, do her makeup and hair, and miraculously clean her quarters, as long as Naois didn’t look too closely. Her half unpacked bags had been shoved in the closet and the empty drawers had been filled with the dirty clothes that had been scattered around her bedroom. Fortunately the main room actually was clean, since the dirty dishes had been easy enough to recycle.
After feeling completely satisfied, both with the appearance of her quarters and herself, Valeia had thought briefly about what they could eat, but there hadn’t been any time to do more than give it a passing thought before Naois was back, exactly fifteen minutes after he had left. All other thoughts left her head, as she’d moved towards him and wrapped her arms around his neck before setting against his chest, relaxing completely and nearly falling asleep standing up.
Finally pulling back a bit reluctantly, Valeia had smiled up at him. This was their first real date after all, and she didn’t want to just sleep through it. “What do you want to have for dinner?” she asked, suddenly realizing she had absolutely no idea what Naois liked to eat. There was still so much to learn about each other.
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Post by Naois Mercy on Sept 25, 2007 13:44:37 GMT
Naois seemed to ponder over this question for several minutes, leaving her anxiously waiting for his answer. He wasn't used to dining with someone, and generally he ate anything vegetarian the replicator produced for him, at random.
He had wanted to cook dinner for her but apparently she wanted to take the lead on this so he merely smiled down at her. "I do not know," he answered in earnest, "I do not have any special preferences that I am aware of. The only thing is that I am a vegetarian...however you can consume meat if you please. The sight will not make me ill."
As she walked over to the replicator, he sat down at the now cleared table and waited for her to return. He produced the two glasses and the bottle of red wine he had brought back with him, but had kept hidden from her until now. "Wine?" he asked, as she returned, pouring the dark red and sweet liquid before she answered either in positive or negative. "Do you realise this is our first date?" he asked after a long silence, "I would have preferred taking you somewhere nice after the Phoenix had returned, but alas, circumstances have forced my hand in a different direction."
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Post by Commander Peter Horn on Sept 25, 2007 14:00:00 GMT
Peter hurried down to sickbay, with two other security officers in tow. If there was a terrorist in sickbay, all the medical staff - including his wife - would be in danger. When he entered, he saw no sign of either Captain Mercy or Doctor Roquel, however he did spot the Kzinti science officer guarding the door, security officer Brooks accompanying him.
"Report," he ordered, once Brooks spotted him. "Has Doctor Roquel sufficiently sedated our prisoner?" Brooks nodded, but seemed reluctant to elaborate on the report.
"Mr Science, anything to add?" Peter Horn asked as he motioned his two officers to take the Tellarite into custody.
This time, Brooks flagged for his attention. "There was something else, rather odd, happening here in sickbay earlier though," he added, looking uncomfortable. "It doesn't concern the Tellarite, but it does concern Captain Mercy. He's acting a little odd for a Vulcan...and a counselor."
"I act odd for a Vulcan," Peter added, deadpan, "but please explain. Remember Captain Mercy is only half Vulcan. His father is human."
Brooks nodded. "Well..." he hesitated briefly, "the captain just dragged the doctor out of sickbay."
"That's not so unusual," Peter smiled, "especially since the doctor, like any doctor, is a very stubborn woman."
"It's not that, it's what he said before he took that drastic action." Now Brooks had Peter's full attention and the security officer noticed his chief's body language changed to full alert. "He said he was going to claim her as his woman," Brooks confessed, "it's not that I don't trust him, but the way he acts is not how you treat your girlfriend or any woman you may like."
"noted," Peter answered, making a notation on his PADD. "I'll speak to the captain about it soon," he promised. "Please remain on guard here in sickbay and report anything out of order. The Rakhari are showing their faces again and Lieutenant Commander Dexter has been abducted. We all know they are after our men, so please be on guard." He turned to the Kzinti. "That goes for you as well ensign, though you are feline and a warrior yourself. However, they are devious and cunning, and treacherous. Be careful."
Peter turned and left sickbay, following his guards with their prisoner to the brig. There, he tapped his combadge. "Horn to bridge, our prisoner is secure in a holding cell. I shall be returning to the bridge shortly to continue my search for Commander Dexter."
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Sept 25, 2007 14:37:52 GMT
Naois was a vegetarian. That was something she hadn’t known, but should have guessed seeing he was Vulcan. Valeia had never exactly been one to worry about food, as she only seemed to eat when she was really, really hungry, especially recently. As she turned to the replicator to figure out what they should eat, she realized she wasn’t even sure what vegetarians ate. Vegetables obviously, but was that it? He hadn’t given her any idea what he liked, so what if she picked something bad? What if he didn’t like it?
Trying not to panic for such a silly reason as not knowing what to replicate, Valeia managed to pull up some sort of list, although she wasn’t entirely sure how. Picking items at random, she tried desperately to replicate two servings of something, anything, but the replicator wasn’t cooperating. Frustrated nearly to the point of tears, Valeia had punched the console and somehow that had triggered the desired response, replicating two servings of vegetarian lasagna.
After taking a moment to calm down and hoping Naois hadn’t noticed her struggle with the replicator, Valeia had rubbed her now sore hand before picking up the plates and turning back to the table. Pleasantly surprised to see that Naois had thought to bring wine, Valeia had nodded in response to his question before putting one plate in front of Naois and sitting down herself in front of the other.
Stifling a yawn, Valeia took a sip of wine before picking up her fork, but found she wasn’t really hungry. After pushing the lasagna around for a little bit, Naois finally broke the silence. "Do you realize this is our first date? I would have preferred taking you somewhere nice after the Phoenix had returned, but alas, circumstances have forced my hand in a different direction."
“Yes, I had realized that.” Valeia replied before hesitating. She really wanted to ask him somehow what exactly their relationship was but couldn’t manage to find the right words. Any way of asking sounded either juvenile or needy, so she just decided to let it go and hope it would come up at some point on its own.
“It’s sweet of you to want to take me out somewhere nice, but really, I’m just happy to spend time with you.” Valeia had finally added, happily dropping to fork to reach out and take his free hand.
“I really missed you even though I was so busy I barely had time to think. Every chance I got a moment to myself, you were all I thought about.” she admitted, leaving out the fact that she’d barely had time to sleep or eat since arriving on the Phoenix. No need to cause him to worry more, even though she was supposedly trying to eat and going to be getting some rest shortly.
Still, the thought of him worrying reminded her of what had happened on the station, and she’d quickly glanced away and reached for her glass to take another sip of wine. She needed to tell him what happened but wasn’t sure if now was the right time or not. Still, she’d decided that if he asked again while they were alone, she would tell him and hope he wouldn’t get too upset with her.
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Post by Naois Mercy on Sept 25, 2007 16:35:53 GMT
Her words barely registered as he noticed she wasn't eating. He slid over his seat closer to her and started cutting up her lasagna, then spoon-fed it to her. "I missed you too," he returned after a very long silence, "and I am very worried about you at the moment. You do not rest, you do not sleep and now you do not eat either."
He fed her another spoonful of lasagna, then took a bite of his own, before sipping his wine. "Somehow, I get the feeling having dinner here was not such a good idea." He put down his fork and glanced at her in earnest. "Do not think I did not miss the look on Antoine's face earlier on Resurrection. Something happened that neither of you are telling me, either out of concern for me, or for my protection, or even for your own protection."
He paused, taking another sip of his wine. "I am not asking you to tell me what it was," he reassured her, "just assure me that it is nothing I need to be worried about." He put his glass down and wrapped his arms around her, tilting her face up towards his. "You are a nervous wreck Valeia, and I believe I did the right thing by dragging you from sickbay. However, you do need sleep..."
Naois fell silent, waiting for her to answer.
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Sept 25, 2007 17:05:48 GMT
Seeing Naois so worried about her nearly broke her heart. Her first instinct was to just fix it somehow, but Valeia knew it wasn’t that easy. Finally, she decided that since he was already upset, she might as well tell him now, get it over with, and then try to fix it. Pulling back, she decided maybe if she ate something while telling him it would go over better. Determinedly taking a bite of her lasagna, she kept her eyes fixed on her plate as she started to speak.
“You’re right. I’m…not handling the transition to being a doctor on a starship as well as I should be just yet. It’s something I’ll need to work on. And you’re right about the starbase too. Something did happen, but it’s nothing that you need to worry about now. I didn’t want to tell you what happened because I was afraid it would upset you that it happened, even if it was over. But I’m going to tell you anyway, because worrying about what it was may be worse than knowing.”
Valeia paused nervously for a moment, forcing herself to take another bite of lasagna before continuing. She couldn’t look at Naois, so she continued to stare at her plate while she spoke, unable to meet his gaze.
“Donolly was in charge of the explosion site. He was already hurt, and I knew it, but he said it was ok, and there was too much going on. He told me specifically not to go into the debris because it wasn’t safe, and you would kill him if I was hurt. But…he was watching me like a hawk, and I felt I could take care of myself, so when I was told there was someone hurt inside that needed a doctor, I jumped at the chance to show him that I could handle it.”
“So I went in, tried to help the man, but he was too badly injured and died shortly after being freed. Donolly came in after me, telling me I had to get out of there, mad at me for not listening to him. The next thing I knew we were on the ground a few feet away. He’d pushed me out of the way. A bulkhead had fallen, right where I was standing, killing the person standing next to me. That’s how I got hit on the head and got so dirty and why Donolly’s injuries were so bad.”
The last part Valeia had said as fast as she possibly could to get it over with before desperately looking up at Naois, her eyes pleading with him to not get upset. “I made a stupid mistake, but I’m ok now. I’m fine. I’m safe. And I only got a few cuts and bruises and a minor concussion.”
Valeia immediately registered her mistake at revealing the concussion and glanced back down at her plate. “But I’m ok now…” she finished nervously waiting for him to say something…anything.
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Post by Tak Science on Sept 25, 2007 20:15:08 GMT
"I will claim her as my woman," he confided to the Kzinti officer, "in due time."
He shook his head gently, trying to process this information as best as he could. "Sir, if I may be so bold, how exactly do you keep her from clawing your eyes out then?"
...Valeia had known it was only a matter of time before Naois insisted that she get some rest, but even so, being slung over his shoulders and carried out of sickbay had not even crossed her mind as a remote possibility. By the time the shock had cleared, they were already out of sickbay and halfway to her quarters, which were on the same deck.
He exhaled softly, shaking his head. He began only then to process the information that he had attempted with such grace to do so before. It was slowly becoming clear to him, though the concept was rather murky. The reason that Valeia did not fight with Naois was none other than the fact he was an eater of leaves and roots. All Vulcans seemed to be.
Someone who was not a predator himself would not be a worthy challenge for a carnivore such as herself. She did not want to embarrass him so openly by entering a battle against him when she was sure that she would come out of that battle in a triumphant fashion.
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"Mr Science, anything to add?" Peter Horn asked as he motioned his two officers to take the Tellarite into custody.
He sighed, "I know we are in pursuit, and therefore, I wish to modify the sensor grid to interface with the deflector dish, at least temporarily. I would of course not cause any permanent damage - rather it would be a temporary modification through the plasma distribution network and our LCARS software. Rather routine compared to some of the thing that were done on Police ships."
"I act odd for a Vulcan," Peter added, deadpan, "but please explain. Remember Captain Mercy is only half Vulcan. His father is human."
He shook his head, "I do not believe his actions have anything to do with his concern such as that - rather it is due to the actions of...Valeia is her name? She feels that he is not a sufficient challenge for her ritualistic combat and therefore she does not resist. She would consider a mockery to attack him, though she has every right to." He nodded, confident in his logic.
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Post by Sharon Wolf on Sept 26, 2007 12:40:40 GMT
Sharon watched, even though the sensors were useless and picked up a energy surge, she followed it and out the nebula they went in pursuit of the ship firing weapons at it, they made a direct enough hit that it came to a stop. She got to thinking and ran the ships library on the rakhari and she decided to act.
"Commander, from what I understand from the ships library, the rakhari are feline correct?" She asked.
"That being the case, we could using ensign sciences bio siugnature, extrapulate possible bio signatures of equivalant nature, this being the case we maybe able to find our missing officer." She said.
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Post by Commander Peter Horn on Sept 26, 2007 14:08:25 GMT
"Kzinti are no Rakhari," Peter said, hearing Wolf's comment just when he entered the bridge. His face was one expression of anxiety and his bodylanguage was tense. "The Kzinti are an honourable warrior race, even though they still are, in essence, an enemy of the Federation. The Rakhari, while also warriorlike, have no honour. They take pleasure in abducting men from other cultures and submit them to their will either by means of instilling fear or torture."
Peter cast a worried glance towards his commanding officer, whom he remembered to have been tortured at the hands of Rakhi and her band. "Another difference is that the Kzinti are male dominated, while the Rakhari are quite female dominated. They also take to nicknaming people from other cultures by way of ridiculing them." He remembered being called 'Mr Pointy' himself, while the chief engineer had the honour of being insulted by a name of 'Ms Spots'.
Taking his seat at the tactical station, he briefly conferred with Evans, who gave him a curt nod and walked over to K'Nara. "The Tellarite has been impounded," she reported, "though the commander has had some worrying reports regarding the behaviour of the academy commandant. Though he doesn't see any harm in it yet, he does propose to keep an eye on them."
The young assistant smiled nervously, ready to duck should the Klingon lose her temper. "We're all overworked," she offered, "and I suppose the commandant carrying the doctor out of sickbay is his way of telling her she has to rest? From what I have observed, the doctor and the commandant are uh..involved, somehow."
Evans turned to Wolf. "What of the security measures previously taken by the former Loki crew against the Rakhari?" she queried, "shouldn't they still have some effect?"
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Post by K'nara Corval on Sept 26, 2007 20:06:24 GMT
K'Nara listened to the dishonorable Sheena Evans report and kept her glare on her. It only slipped showing the Klingons distain at being informed the Doctor and the Academy commandant were "involved".
"Yes we are all overworked but we will have to endure it for longer. I want all the senior staff summoned for a meeting asap. You will sort that for me," she informed the human.
Sheena flushed bright red at being reduced to an admin task but said nothing. It would take alot to convince her XO she was honorable again. At least both she and Horn we in her bad books.
She touched her comm. badge. =^=Corval to Naois Mercy. I request your presence along with the senior officers in the bridge discussion room immediatly. I also polietly request that you run any ideas you have on staff changes or needs by me in future. I have been informed that you carried my CMO out of sickbay and am not happy about this=^=
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=^=In which case it should of been reported to me via the next most senior doctor on my staff, Sianna Keller. It is not for you to decide to just take that action upon yourself. I will have Dr Keller assess her, as I respectfully point out that you are not a doctor and she will make the decision as to whether Dr Roquel will be attending this meeting or she will. Corval out=^=
She was in no mood for further discussion with the vulcan. K'Nara nodded at Sheena again and gave her a look that no one on the bridge could question it meant that she ensured this action was done.
=^=Corval to Tak Science. Please report to the bridge meeting room asap=^=
K'Nara sat back down and made another request to Sheena to have some food and stimulated drinks replicated for the meeting also. She herself had been on shift for many hours now and missed a meal. It would not do for more of her officers to ignore their bodies needs and be struggling right now.
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Post by Naois Mercy on Sept 26, 2007 20:29:12 GMT
Stunned, Naois sat back. He hadn't expected her to tell him this soon, blurting it out after a simple question. The force of her emotions, her guilt threatened to overwhelm him and he had to grip the table for balance and take a few deep breaths.
Once he regained control, he leaned over her and pulled her towards him, letting her quietly sob into his shoulder. He ran his hand over her hair while his other softly rubbed her back. "Yes, you will be fine now," he confirmed, "and I am not mad at you. Disappointed that you did not tell me immediately yes, but not mad. Now, you should finish your dinner and then get some rest. I am certain.." He was interrupted when K'Nara's voice resounded rather loudly over the intercom, calling for all senior staff. Then his own combadge chirped as a private channel was opened.
"Mercy," he acknowledged the call, while leading Valeia to the couch, sitting down beside her.
=^=Corval to Naois Mercy. I request your presence along with the senior officers in the bridge discussion room immediatly. I also polietly request that you run any ideas you have on staff changes or needs by me in future. I have been informed that you carried my CMO out of sickbay and am not happy about this=^=
"Yes ma'am," Naois replied, being in no mood to argue with the Klingon first officer, "I shall endeavour to be there, however I politely request that Doctor Roquel be excused from this meeting. She is terribly upset and needs to rest. Doctor Keller was informed of the doctor's need to rest and I was told Doctor Keller repeatedly suggested to Roquel that she takes her rest."
The response given wasn't what Naois had expected, and it seemed pointless to argue with a Klingon to begin with. "Yes ma'am, I shall take the doctor with me," he answered before Corval cut the connection. Naois turned to Valeia. "Seems we are not allowed even a brief rest," he told her as he gently pulled her back to her feet. "At least we got to share dinner, but we must go to the bridge now."
Supporting eachother, the couple found their way to the briefingroom and tiredly took seat next to eachother. Naois wisely ignored the glare the Klingon shot him, keeping his attention on the young exhausted doctor instead. "You wished me to attend," he finally spoke up, "may I ask why?"
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Post by Mel D'BrooNi on Sept 26, 2007 20:57:23 GMT
"Chief, Bridge is requesting you in the meeting room now," someone yelled to Mel.
"Charlie, take over here," Mel replied. She had expected this. She stretched her arms out wide above her head as the grey haired engineer moved over to where she was. She felt stiff and now she had actually stopped for a moment it became apparent that the rumbling in her stomach was nothing to do with D'BrooNi.
"Here," he handed her a tray with several chips on.
She nodded and secured a tool to her belt. Best to make these precautions just incase. The trip to the bridge was short, the light outside dazing her at first from getting away from the darker hue of Engineering.
Walking into the meeting room her nose was glad when it was assaulted with the smell of strong fresh coffee. Suprisingly K'Nara poured her a cup as she sat down and started requesting everyones comm. badges. The XO also pushed a tray with a mixture of food on in her direction. "Ensure you eat," she boomed.
Mel smiled. "Just let me fix these. Its what we used last time on the captain to try keep a lock on him. Rahki could try for another crew member. She has history with me, Horn and Brahms remember. This models less easy to detect. We upgraded it to also if you take the badge off and say a pre-programmed phrase into it it wll trigger a localised explosion, if necessary. One certainly powerful enough to knock out and injure one of those "felines" Mel spat then looked embrassed as the Kzinti from earlier chose that moment to walk in.
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He looked at her curiously, Mel couldn't determine if he was assessing whether she was sentinent or actually bothered about her statement. K'Nara broke the tension however.
"Eat, everyone ensure your refuel while we can," she barked pouring more coffee as the vulcan from earlier walked in. Mel flashed him a smile. She recieved an emotionaless stare in return, shrugged and returned to attaching the chip to K'Nara's comm. badge as he fussed over Valeia.
""You wished me to attend," he finally spoke up, "may I ask why?"
"I wished your input," K'Nara stated "Mr Horn speaks very highly of you."
Everyone, least of all Peter looked shocked to the core at the Klingon uttering that statement. K'Nara despite being very vocal in some respects always played her cards very close to her chest. There was something behind that statement. Either K'Nara felt better keeping an eye on the new vulcan or she knew or suspected something they didn't.
"Eat," the Klingon said sliding a tray of food in his and the doctors direction as Mel slid 2 comm. Badges back to their rightful owners.
"The Aasimer continue to not respond to hails. Mr Quinn is, for those of you who are not aware onboard the alien vessel held captive. He was beamed off the ship. There technology allowing this despite our sheilding. Mel is placing a beacon on everyone in case they pull this again," K'Nara began.
"I think there is a link between our prior history with the Rakhari and the events of the station. We have a man in custody. Mr Horn when will you be conducting an intergation?" K'Nara asked getting everyone down to business.
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Post by Tak Science on Sept 26, 2007 21:52:39 GMT
=^=Corval to Tak Science. Please report to the bridge meeting room asap=^=
K'Nara sat back down and made another request to Sheena to have some food and stimulated drinks replicated for the meeting also. She herself had been on shift for many hours now and missed a meal. It would not do for more of her officers to ignore their bodies needs and be struggling right now.
The Kzinti had walked into turbolift with a look upwards, "Bridge.." He said the word with a bit of a hiss, begining to feel the strain of the collective events on him. With a deep sigh to try to clear his mind, he awaited the lift car to reach the top of the vessel. As he did it seemed that each moment was an hour - the feeling of hunger then ripped at him further increasing the sensation.
He glared at the lights with a bit of a mummer as he made his way across the back of the bridge and finally reached the door that lead into the conference room he was ordered into. Upon this he took his seat, looking around to whom already may be there. However it seemed that he was far more interested in whatever food may be capable for him to eat while he was in the staff meeting.
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Post by quinndexter on Sept 27, 2007 0:25:30 GMT
Throughout the conversation between Rakhi and the Captain of the other ship, Rakhi played with the device in her hands, randomly turning it on and off, sending waves of pain through Quinn whenever it was on. Quinn took note of the co-ordinates for the meeting, if he escaped this, they would need those, and even if he didnt escape, he would have to make sure he got them to the Dark Pheonix, he didn't like the sound of a package that wasnt to be looked at in Federation Space.
"Trouble in paradise then ?" Dexter said, as cheerfully as he could manage. He saw Rakhis body tense and know how close he was to being brutally rippled apart by her.
"Get us out of this Nebula .. NOW !" she ordered and stalked off, forgetting to reactivate the device on his chest.
"Looks like our fun is over for now, don't worry though Wingman, we will have some more later." Blackfur seemed to be practically drooling at the thought. Blackfur signalled to the other Rakhari in the room who untied Quinn.
"Thank you, I would never have gotten down without you. And now my friends, I am afraid I must say farewell, but do not worry, I'm sure this wont be the last of me you'll see, well, actually you wont see me." Quinn ripped the device of his chest and activated the cloaking device on the armbrace he had looted from the Rebel Aasimar and disappeared. "Blackfur, as I said before, when I get free, you had best start running."
Blackfur turned on the spot, trying to find the source of the voice, even taking random swipes in her rage, but Quinn was long gone out of the door and in search of a place to hide on the bridge to gather what information he could, and if possible, get it to the Dark Pheonix, and get them to rescue him.
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Sept 27, 2007 6:30:02 GMT
Once it was made clear that Naois wasn’t going to get angry with her, Valeia relaxed and began to calm down. Unfortunately once she relaxed it became even more obviously just how tired she was, but the need for rest was put aside as the comm had come through calling for a senior staff meeting. The couple looked at each other for a moment, Naois clearly not happy with the idea of Valeia going anywhere. The doctor reluctantly pulled herself to her feet about to head for the bridge when another comm came in, this time for Naois specifically.
“Mercy.” he acknowledged after tapping his commbadge and leading her towards the couch, obviously having no intention of letting her go just yet. Valeia was in no mood to argue or fight with anyone, so she merely collapsed onto the couch as Naois sat next to her. Listening in on the call, Valeia was surprised to hear that news about her being carried out of sickbay had already reached the bridge somehow. “Word travels fast,” she thought as she rubbed her eyes sleepily.
The Captain’s attempt to get her out of the meeting hadn’t worked, so he’d pulled her carefully to her feet and together they’d left for the bridge. Valeia was so completely exhausted and so much was happening so fast that she felt barely aware of what was going on around her. Still, when they’d entered the briefing room to the smell of coffee, that had gotten the doctor’s attention. Once they sat down, Naois had handed her a cup, and she’d downed half of it, instantly feeling better. She didn’t normally take her coffee black, but the necessity of caffeine to keep her conscious outweighed her normal preferences, although she grimaced slightly before eagerly taking another sip.
Valeia was so distracted by the coffee that she didn’t notice anything else until the first officer slid a tray of food towards them with the single word command of “eat.” Startled, the doctor had jumped at the rather loud command, before taking the commbadge slid to her and reattaching to her uniform. Even tired, Valeia was still slightly annoyed that it seemed everyone was looking after her. Naois she didn’t mind, at least not as much. Sighing in frustration, the doctor quietly muttered, “Why does everyone seem so concerned about my eating habits...”
Only Naois seemed to have heard her and sent her a look, so with another sigh, Valeia had picked up some kind of fruit from the tray and took a bite. It wasn’t bad, in fact fruit appealed to her more than the lasagna had, but the doctor was far more interested in getting more coffee, as she quickly emptied her mug. As K’Nara began the briefing, Naois had silently poured her more coffee, earning him an immensely grateful smile before Valeia took another long sip.
The news about Quinn had immediately grabbed the doctor’s attention, as she had not known he was gone. Straightening her chair and placing her now forgotten coffee on the table, Valeia paid close attention before asking, “I’m not familiar with your previous mission or the Rakhi for that matter. Is he probably still alive, and if so, what type of injuries is he most likely to have sustained? I’ll need to make the necessary preparations in sickbay.”
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Post by Mel D'BrooNi on Sept 27, 2007 15:58:29 GMT
“Rahki kidnapped the Captain and was responsible for the death of a member of my engineering department back onboard the Loki,” Mel spoke up quietly. She winced as D’BrooNi instantly fired the memory of her former friend Casey being stabbed dead in front of her. “Unfortunately one of my previous hosts is somewhat responsible for some hatred of Rahki to us. Her father was in love with her. However Leiko it seems was attacked by Rahki’s father, a fact that was hushed up on his end.” Mel’s eyes were flashing now.
“D’BrooNi kept this memory from me. Rahki’s father continued to harbour a unhealthy affection for my prior host and later tried to get me too, believing I was still Leiko, despite there having been 2 different hosts since that time years ago. The hostile situation with them could not be resolved peacefully and the aliens have superior technology too the Federation. In the end it resulted in the destruction of the Loki and many more deaths,” Mel finished. She was shaking she realised as the cup in her hand spilled coffee over the desk. She flashed a look of apology at the captain and winced belatedly as she realised her fingers were stinging from the heat.
“I think that pretty much covers it Mel,” Brahms spoke the look on his face also indicating it wasn’t something he liked having to re-visit.
“This race are female dominated and they are nasty. They also have a reason for destroying that station and for kidnapping Quinn, which has not been made apparent yet. We do not believe they will kill him, but know from experience that they like to torture their victims through an energy device they fix to their prisoners chests,” K’Nara informed her.
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Post by Commander Peter Horn on Sept 27, 2007 19:01:52 GMT
Peter pulled a clean kerchief from his sleeve and quietly handed it over to Mel, setting her cup upright and mopped up the spillage with a spare tissue. He knew how shaky his Trill friend could get at any given time the Rakhari were mentioned. Earlier he had seen Naois and Valeia walk in, though walking was rather an overstatement. Both looked exhausted and Peter wondered why either were here.
However, he had seen the way his first officer had had looked at both and Sheena's self assured expression told him something had expired between them that he wasn't aware of. Then he realised K'Nara had asked him a question and was now waiting for an answer. "I apologise ma'am...I was helping Commander D'BrooNi for a moment. Could you please restate your question?" He saw Naois raise an eyebrow when he asked his question, but for the moment ignored it.
Sighing, and looking less than pleased, K'Nara restated her question. Nodding his appreciation, Peter rose to his feet, leaning lightly on the table. "I intend to question the Tellarite as soon as this meeting is over ma'am," he answered, then looked straight at Naois. "And I would like to have a word with Captain Mercy and Ensign Roquel as well, when we are done. I have been receiving complaints of proper conduct."
Naois blinked at the statement, and seemed to become even more protective of the tired doctor than he already appeared. Peter silenced him with a single stare when he seemed to be about to speak up. "Additionally, I need to speak with Ensign Science about his discovery of the Tellarite, and how he believes Mr Grohun (the tellarite) is involved in all this." Peter checked his PADD, then looked around again. "From what I have been told, Crewman Grohun has been an exemplary officer in the astrometrics department."
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Post by Tak Science on Sept 27, 2007 20:23:42 GMT
OCC: This is a joint post between me and Mr. Horn
Mr. Horn
Mr. Science The Kzinti slowly looked up to Horn proceeding the meeting, nodding to him as he got up off of his chair, "If it pleases you sir, I believe our post investigation would be most productively conducted on the bottom floor of the brig, where the Tellarite is being kept. Was there something you had to ask me though? I....derived that from your oratory."
"Yes, I wish to know how you discovered Mr Grohun to be our saboteur, if anything. You did not send me any proof to back your claim up."
He raised an eyebrow, "I think it best to note that the shuttle most likely recorded my speech there.."
Speech.." Peter hesitated as he followed the Kzinti out of the briefing room. "The records state you found Grohun in one of our Jeffries tubes, where you both were found, might I add. Give me one reason why I should not implicate you for making a false statement against a perfectly respectable crewmember."
Tak's eyes grew quite wide, "Sir, are you accusing me of treason? And why do you continue to call him Grohun? His name is Ensign Gav. Energy signatures will demonstrate that the explosions were the result of a tricobalt reaction. Tricobalt materials are stored in the auxiliary engineering compartment, which showed biosigns of Tellarite influence in the area. He is the only Tellarite with access."
His name is Gav Grohun, and he is listed as a crewman in the astrometrics department," Peter countered, ignoring the Kzinti's surprise. "And I am not accusing you of treason. I am asking you to clarify why you believe Crewman Grohun is guilty of what you accuse him of." He paused, regarding the Kzinti closer, narrowing his eyes and concentrating on any emotions coming from him. "Are you angry with me now, Ensign Science?"
The scientist then frowns, "I am not angry with you - I simply feared you were accusing me. Puuurhaps then he modified his credentials to appear as an engineering officer to access the tricobalt materials needed to cause the explosion."
Peter nodded in approval. "Yes, he could have modified his credentials, but that does not make him guilty." He narrowed his eyes again. "However, that still leaves out motive. If you were him, why would you use tricobalt, and why would you hide on a starship, where you are most likely to be discovered? You are new to the ship Ensign Science, just like doctor Roquel and Ensign Wolf. How do we know none of you have any motive?" He took a deep breath before continuing, steeling himself against a possible wave of fury. "Your species is an enemy of the Federation..." he finished.
Tak frowned, trying to remain calm, "First of all, when I found him he was slated to be on duty. Instead of wearing a duty uniform he was wearing the traditional silver garb given to Tellarites. Also, he could have wished to have been found as a decoy or plant, should this be part of a greater and professional operation." There was another shake of the head, "I would not be above proving my own innocence if it comes down to it."
You would be wise to," Peter suggested, making a small note on his PADD. "As for his uniform, perhaps he was assigned to that section for an investigation, and it is possible that he was running late and forgot to change into his duty uniform. It would not be the first time someone showed for duty in his civvies." ~at least he can contain his fury~ he thought with a hint of approval.
"How might I do so? My species may be an enemy of the Federation, but we have not sought open war for a great period of time. We did not, for instance, side with the Dominion. Anyways, I am a proud member of Starfleet....and would not killing helpless people be against Kzinti philosophy? What was done was incredibly cowardly." There was then an exhalation before he continued, "Why would Gav have openly engaged me then?"
Perhaps he thought he was under attack from an enemy species, posing as a Starfleet officer?" Peter suggested helpfully, raising an eyebrow at the cat. "Now, you have not answered my question. Why use the tricobalt, when there are more powerful explosions at hand on a starship. And how did he get them aboard the Starbase? How did he get around security? Around the captain, who keeps an eye on every sort of traffic aboard his station?"
"They are stored aboard the Starbase, for replenishing the stores of vessels that use tri-cobalt torpedoes. Again, using the stated theory, he could have faked a great deal of access codes just to access the storage - it's accessible to Engineering and Operations division personnel after all." They reached the Brig level as he finished his sentence, then looked down to Commander Horn so that he might pass them through.
Peter walked ahead of the Kzinti, realizing it was possibly a courtesy of rank rather than him being the security chief. His cane, which he had started using again after the latest attack on the Phoenix, just to be safe and balanced, tapped in tandem with his steps. As soon as they halted before the Tellarite's cell, the prisoner jumped up and raced at the forcefield with a resounding roar. The forcefield bounced him back and he growled under his breath. "It would've worked if not for you, cat," he scowled.
Peter frowned, glancing at his feline companion. "I believe that proves your innocence Mr. Science," he said quietly, "perhaps you would like to interrogate him? I heard you made a perfect doorstop in sickbay, are you certain science is your field? You would make an excellent security officer."
Tak raised an eyebrow, "When I was young it was decided my skills were as a scientist. It is far too late now to transfer to the division of Security and furthermore, I went to Starfleet Academy to study physics, as I also did at the Kzinti Police Academy." He then looked to the Tellarite. "I trust that you will now reveal that you reorganized command codes? You reconstructed yourself to be an Ensign? If you answer these with honesty, I can place in word for your cooperation."
The Tellarite spat at the forcefield, which shimmered where his spittle connected with the electrical particles. "I did no such thing, I was told to be where you found me. I was ordered to deliver the tricobalt charges to the Starbase, then disappear and hide on this ship." He glared at the Kzinti and the Vulcan.
"Ordered?!" Exclaimed the Kzinti, "Ordered by whom? The Ventauri? The Tholians?" He tapped his footpaw as he noticed the words given to him by the Vulcan, "What part did you play in the explosion? I note each time you lie and the Kzinti do not forget easily."
I don't know," Grohun spat, "I placed the charges as ordered, I didn't know they were to be set to explode." His pigs snout wiggled indignantly as he snorted in fury. "And tell your pet that I demand to be released." The latter was directed at Peter.
Peter nodded for the guard to lower the forcefield and let him in, motioning for Science to stay put. "Mr Science is not my pat," he said softly, his voice dangerous, "and all it takes is a simple mind touch to get the information I need. And I promise it can be painful, for you. So you had better tell Mr Science what he needs to know."
Gav Grohun snarled in his porcine manner, "I refuse to be so patronized! You have no right to use a mind touch against me - no right what so ever! That would be cruel and unusual punishment...and I'm not even convicted of any crime. In fact, you should release me right here if you do not want to be facing every JAG officer in the whole of Starfleet!" He exhaled, panting after his rant - being a Tellarite, he most likely had a good habit of saying things like that and Tak looked on with a bit of amusement.
You rant well ensign," Peter said, unamused, "however you forget I could make you forget this ever happened. JAG would never find out and my only witness is Mr Science here." He paused briefly. "You have one minute to confess," he continued, leaving out the fact that he was right, that it was cruel. Most importantly though, he left out the fact that he, Peter, was ordered not to engage in unauthorized mind-melds. "Mr Grohun, how do you plead?"
The Tellarite continued to run his mouth at this point, having expected Horn to just leave him be, "I told you that I recongize my rights as a citizen of the United Federation of Planets and a citizen of a founding member race...I don't have to incriminate myself. I don't have to say anything without an attorney! In fact, I demand an attorney! Get me one now or...or I'll.."
The Kzinti raised an eyebrow, "Oh? What will you do, Mr. Grohun?"
Or I'll kill him where he stands!" Grohun fumed.
Peter seemed unimpressed. "Indeed," he mused, "like you killed thousands on Resurrection? Like the hundreds that may still die because of what you did? You are an outlaw, lawless. Your government will erase any proof of your existence. You are a Starfleet officer, and you are thus placed under arrest. You have confessed to playing part in an explosion that killed many innocents and we want to know who ordered you to, and who paid you. We can do this the easy way, by you confessing, or we can do it the hard way, by me touching your mind. I assure you, you will not like the latter option."
Tak slowly moved to take Commander Horn out of earshot, "Sir, I am afraid he's right - he can request an attorney rom the JAG officer and further demand to not answer any questions without his presence..."
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Sept 28, 2007 8:34:52 GMT
Now that the coffee was beginning to take effect, Valeia was just starting to realize that Naois could actually get in trouble for carrying her out of sickbay, and she was not happy about it. Her first instinct was to try and talk to Commander Horn, but with a prisoner in the brig that needed to be interrogated, now was clearly not the time. So, the doctor could think of only one other person she could talk to to try and clear this up, and it wouldn’t be easy by any means.
As everyone stood to leave, Valeia moved to speak to the first officer. “Ma’am, could I have a word with you?”
Naois was, of course, right behind her, and the Klingon did not seem happy, either at the prospect of speaking to the doctor or about Naois being there. Turning around to send Naois a pointed look, Valeia whispered, “Naois, could you give me a minute.” When he didn’t move right away, clearly looking torn, Valeia added, “Please let me do my job…”
Her plea seemed to work, as Naois reluctantly headed for the bridge, glancing back at her before the door closed. Sighing, Valeia turned back to the first officer who had her arms crossed and was glaring at the doctor. This was clearly going to be an uphill battle, not that it wouldn’t have been to begin with.
“Commander, I…” Taking a moment to take a deep breath, and rub her still aching head, Valeia could almost imagine the Klingon strangling her right then and there from frustration, so she quickly continued.
“I want to apologize for what happened in sickbay. The Captain isn’t to blame; it was my fault. I’m sure it’s hard for you to understand, being a strong woman, a Klingon warrior. You’ve probably noticed that I’m not exactly warrior material…”
K’Nara clearly did not argue with this statement, so Valeia had continued. “Naois was only looking out for me because…well….I needed to be looked after.” the doctor admitted. “I may not be warrior, but I’m stubborn and care about helping my patients, sometimes in lieu of taking care of myself.”
The first officer still did not look happy, but neither did she look like she was contemplating murder, so Valeia went on. “I realize that what he did doesn’t seem like it was the right thing to do, but frankly it was the only way he could have gotten me out of that sickbay. If anyone should get in trouble for what he did, it should be me. I just…wanted you to know that.”
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Post by K'nara Corval on Sept 28, 2007 15:57:46 GMT
As everyone stood to leave, Valeia moved to speak to the first officer. “Ma’am, could I have a word with you?”
K’Nara turned and faced the new doctor, seeing the other Vulcan right behind her. She crossed her arms. Vulcan’s reminded her of Horn which reminded her of Connor, something she didn’t want to think of. Plus this one was Horns friend and just as annoying in her book if what had happened earlier was anything to go by.
Valeia whispered, “Naois, could you give me a minute.” When he didn’t move right away, clearly looking torn, Valeia added, “Please let me do my job…”
K’Nara groaned inwardly. She did not have the patience to have to continuously deal with these two being joined at the hip. She had already disciplined the Vulcan once for his actions earlier and him being present like he owned the women just irritated her. No respecting Klingon female would put up with being followed around continuously by their man.
“Commander, I…” the female started. Then took a deep breath and continued more confident this time.
“I want to apologize for what happened in sickbay. The Captain isn’t to blame; it was my fault. I’m sure it’s hard for you to understand, being a strong woman, a Klingon warrior. You’ve probably noticed that I’m not exactly warrior material…”
K’Nara really fought to not react to that statement or to laugh. But then most women on this ship were nowhere near being a warrior or K’Nara’s belief of what strong entailed. Mel certainly wasn’t – the Trill had her moments though she could not tell if that was in fact Melanie or one of her hosts coming through, the new ensign Wolf had shown no signs yet. Harley Horn perhaps had her moments too but she was married to Horn, which made her dishonourable, by association in K’Nara’s book. In fact K’Nara mused for a moment – only the holodoc seemed to have some guts on her and she was part programming anyway.
“Naois was only looking out for me because…well….I needed to be looked after.” the doctor continued, K’Nara getting bored now. If the female wanted to point out to her she was weak she had certainly cemented that point now.“I may not be warrior, but I’m stubborn and care about helping my patients, sometimes in lieu of taking care of myself.”
“I realize that what he did doesn’t seem like it was the right thing to do, but frankly it was the only way he could have gotten me out of that sickbay. If anyone should get in trouble for what he did, it should be me. I just…wanted you to know that.”
K'Nara blew out an annoyed breath. ”I have already dealt with Naois. That issue has been resolved,”She boomed.
“However if it takes your lover to point out to you to rest, then we are going to have a problem,” K’Nara informed her. “A serious one. A doctor who cannot look after her own state should not be making decisions about other peoples.”
“Strength is one thing but knowing ones limitations and dealing with them is also a sign of strength in ones self. As a Bat’leth needs to be carefully balanced to use it to its full potential, you yourself need to find a balance to function properly. Ensure you do so as I do not want a repeat of this.”
K’Nara watched the doctor nod, seem to relax somewhat that she hadn’t chewed her out more or yelled and finally turned and left. Kahless, K’Nara thought – wise man if only a few more races took notice of his teachings.
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Sept 29, 2007 10:31:17 GMT
Perfectly happy with how the conversation had gone, Valeia had walked out of the briefing room feeling much better. The doctor was completely unaware and in fact unconcerned that her own words had lowered the first officer’s opinion of her, as the goal had been to make sure Naois wasn’t going to get in any more trouble. As far as the Betazoid was concerned, K’Nara had already viewed her as weak as it was, and the chances of changing that anytime soon were slim, so instead of trying to change it, she used that opinion to at least defend the Captain.
Meeting up with Naois again, Valeia smiled at him as they moved to the turbolift. “We might as well talk to Commander Horn and get it over with.” she stated almost cheerfully. Since the first officer wasn’t planning on doing anything more about the situation, convincing the security chief was the only thing left to do to ensure the Commandant wouldn’t get in any more trouble because of her.
As they entered the turbolift and requested the right deck, Valeia leaned against Naois, resting her head on his shoulder and taking his hand, partly for comfort and partly just to keep her standing. The coffee was helping her mental state, but physically she was still completely exhausted. “Naois, I’m sorry I seem to have gotten you in so much trouble. I promise I’ll try to take better care of myself.”
Valeia meant it, but the truth was in her mind this had been an impossible situation that had made her usual method of coping with little food and sleep difficult at best. Usually, when she’d needed to work extra shifts at hospitals or long hours in the lab, the doctor tended to sneak hypos of Animazine, which was fairly normal practice among doctors. Unfortunately, with all the work to do and then Naois watching her every move, she simply hadn’t had the chance. If she could only get to sickbay and get a moment unobserved…
The doctor’s thoughts were cut off by the turbolift doors opening, so she and Naois had exited and made their way towards the brig to speak with Commander Horn. Valeia hoped it would be easy to convince him to just let the whole thing go, and then, she was definitely going to get some sleep, but hopefully not for too long… But Naois needed sleep too, and he wouldn't sleep unless she did.
As the couple walked into the brig area, they approached Commander Horn. "You wanted to speak with us?" Valeia asked, waiting for the lecture she was fairly certain was coming. Then she'd try and talk to him on her own, like with K'Nara, since that had worked so well the first time. Hopefully convincing a Vulcan wouldn't be any more difficult than convincing a Klingon...
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Post by Commander Peter Horn on Sept 29, 2007 21:52:21 GMT
Peter nodded, as he excused Ensign Science to return to his own duties. "Yes, I requested to speak with both of you, however I would like to speak with you each in private. Captain Mercy, please wait over there, while I speak with the doctor. I shall be with you shortly."
Naois started to protest, but Peter quickly silenced him. "That was not a request captain. Please remember you are a guest on this vessel and do not have any authority whatsoever. Please wait in that cell while I speak with the doctor." He noticed the Vulcan captain wasn't too pleased with being ordered around, but obeyed anyway. The fact that he was directed to a cell to wait didn't appear to daunt him, in fact he seemed to expect it.
Peter, however didn't activate the forcefield, leaving the captain free to move about as he pleased. "Follow me," he told Roquel. As they entered the security office, Peter motioned for her to sit down. "I have been receiving disturbing reports about the captain's behaviour," he started, "several crewmembers have seen him behave unbecoming of an officer of his rank and status, including bodily carrying you out of sickbay. He has also been witnessed to make statements regarding your person that are also unbecoming of an officer."
The Vulcan security chief paused, giving her the chance to let his words sink in. "I have received a report stating he claimed and I quote 'I shall claim her as my woman'. Now, I understand he was your patient during your training mission and you seemed to have developed a relationship with him of some sort. However, I would like to hear your version of this."
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Sept 29, 2007 22:19:49 GMT
This piece of information shocked the doctor, who took a single step back and stared at the Commander for a moment. Torn between two different emotional reactions, Valeia took a few deep breaths trying to calm down before even considering her response. On one hand, at least she knew his intentions were serious, but on the other, his words didn’t exactly put his intentions in the best light. Putting it like that made her sound like some sort of prize…and if that was really how he felt, then had he really carried her out of sickbay out of worry?
“I didn’t know he said that…” Valeia whispered quietly, her mind racing with how exactly she should respond. Finally, reaching some sort of calm if not conclusion, the doctor replied, “Yes, he was my patient, and yes, I…I think we’re…in some sort of relationship. What you just told me is the first actual confirmation I’ve heard from him about our relationship...that is if we have one.”
Her eyes flashed slightly at this and her arms crossed, as she continued. “He did carry me out of sickbay, but it was under the pretense of my needing rest, which I won’t deny. I was completely exhausted, rather I am completely exhausted, but at the time, I was determined to remain in sickbay, and nothing short of what he did could have gotten me to leave.”
“As for his…comment…” Valeia took a deep breath to calm down before continuing. “I will deal with that myself. If he wasn’t looking out for my best interests after all by carrying me out of sickbay like that, you will be the first to know. Otherwise, I feel that the conversation we’re about to have will more than deal with that situation.”
By now, the doctor was fuming. “You go ahead and talk to him. I’ll be in my quarters if he decides he has anything to say to me.” With that, Valeia turned and stormed out of the brig. Once Naois was through speaking with Commander Horn, it was about time they had a little talk about a few things.
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Post by Naois Mercy on Sept 29, 2007 23:24:48 GMT
Naois paced the cell, wondering what exactly was going on. He'd already been berated by the first officer, why would the security chief, his friend no less, want to have a talk with him as well? His patience was wearing very thin and he was about to charge out and demand an explanation when Peter Horn finally came to get him. "Where is Valeia?" he demanded as he followed his friend to his office.
"I do not know," Peter answered, "nor is that my affair. What is my affair, however is conduct unbecoming. And I am charging you with that even though the first officer already issued you a warning. As she already warned you, I am going to let you off with that. However, you will apologise to her and you will be watched from here on. I will not have a reknowned starbase commander go about on this ship claiming he will take any woman he pleases as his own. That is demeaning and unbecoming. Understand?"
Naois swallowed back an angry retort and simply nodded. "Am I dismissed?" he queried, to which Peter merely nodded. "Good, then I am going to seek her out now." He had to ask the computer where Valeia had gone to and to his surprise she'd gone to her quarters, where he would've expected her to go to sickbay instead.
He went to her quarters and entered after his knock was acknowledged. He reeled back at the fury he encountered, watching her sit on the sofa with her arms crossed over her chest, just glaring at him. "I..." he started, then fell silent, helplessly looking down on her. She was even more beautiful when she was angry, but he didn't like her being angry. It scared him to see her this angry and he took a step back. "Honey.." he started again. He shook his head in confusion, he didn't understand her fury. "Why are you angry with me?" he finally asked.
The fury she unleashed upon him sent him staggering back, crashing backwards into the nearest seat he encountered. "But.." he sputtered, trying desperately to explain what he had meant with his words. When she didn't give him a chance to speak during her rant at him, he finally broke out in tears. He hadn't cried since he was a child, and it felt odd to have tears run down his cheeks. "Valeia..." he started, "please...let me explain.."
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Sept 29, 2007 23:48:10 GMT
Storming down the corridors, Valeia couldn’t remember ever feeling this angry before. To never even give her any clear cut definition of his intentions was bad enough, and had been driving her crazy as it was, but to say something so insensitive like that to someone else made her blood boil. Part of her wanted to go to sickbay, but knew she was in no state to be treating patients. Creating them maybe... The doctor was so furious she couldn’t even begin to express how she felt, so upon entering her quarters she sat on the couch, arms crossed, glaring at the door. He’d come, at least he’d better come or she’d just get madder.
And he did, looking like a deer caught in the headlights under the fury of her glare. This only made her madder somehow, as she waited for him to say something. His endearment had almost broken through, but then remembering that he’d never called her anything but Valeia or Doctor before just made things worse. Finally, he had asked her why she was mad and that was it.
Leaping from her seat, Valeia turned on him as he stumbled backwards into a chair. “WHY am I angry with you? How DARE you ask me that after what you did, what you said about me! You’ve been all sweet and nice and whatever, but not once have you ever said anything that would give me any idea of what your intensions are or what our relationship is, that is if we even have one.”
He had tried to interrupt, but Valeia wasn’t finished yet. “And THEN, to say you were going to claim me to someone else? First of all, you tell someone else you’re thinking about a more permanent relationship instead of me, but then to say something so insensitive, so demeaning as that you’re going to CLAIM me?” Her voice was rising with almost ever word as she grew angrier and angrier.
“How exactly am I supposed to take that? When someone tells me you said you were going to claim me before you threw me over your shoulder and carried me out of sickbay! What exactly were you thinking? Did you really carry me out for my own good or were you planning on “claiming” me? What, am I just some sort of prize that you’re trying to win, because if that’s the case, you might as well look elsewhere, because I AM NOT SOME SORT OF TROPHY!!!!”
When Naois had begun to cry, she’d actually felt a bit sorry for him but was far too angry to show it. But she’d let him explain alright, and it had better be good, so after finishing her rant, breathing hard from the exertion of screaming at him like that, Valeia had continued to glare at him and waited for him to speak.
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Post by Sharon Wolf on Sept 30, 2007 2:01:36 GMT
Sharon had joined the senior officers and enjoyed the meal the tension was high, seems more going on behind the scenes then she realized. She was given a plate of food and ate but picked at it, something was needed to be done to get Quinn back but how was the question.
She finished her meal and left without a word to anyone, most of this crew with the exception of her and ensign science had been together for quite awhile and she was shy and felt a little awkward around them. She headed back to her station at helm, so far everything was quiet over on the other ship, that could either be bad or good. She looked around feeling the crews tension and sighed.
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Post by Mel D'BrooNi on Sept 30, 2007 12:36:44 GMT
Mel watched people begin to file out of the meeting. She had been grateful to Peter for mopping up her coffee when she had managed to work herself up talking about the past. Most Trills could handle alot with all the memories symbionts contained but the fact D'BrooNi had chose to conceal this one from her and Coran, it was something that hung over her making the Rahki and Wahiri stuff more intense for her. Not only that but what if D'BrooNi harboured other secrets . . . . . .
She watched K'Nara be approached by the new doctor. She felt for Valeia. Most were used to their XO's temper and devout Klingon thought but right now the doc looked nervous and like a lamb going to the slaughter. K'Nara had her arms crossed and was towering over her. Mel decided a quick exit was wise.
As she got back on the bridge on route to the turbolift it dawned on her she hadn't given Ensign Wolf her comm. badge back. Wandering over to her it also dawned on her she hadn't really introduced herself. Wolf must be feeling very thrown in at the deep end.
"Hi. I'm sorry I still have this," Mel smiled passing the badge back to her. "I'm Melanie, CEO. I haven't had time to introduce myself properly. Things are pretty mad right now. How are you holding up?"
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Post by Sharon Wolf on Sept 30, 2007 18:04:16 GMT
Sharon was keeping an eye on her board when the engineer approached
"Hi. I'm sorry I still have this," Mel smiled passing the badge back to her. "I'm Melanie, CEO. I haven't had time to introduce myself properly. Things are pretty mad right now. How are you holding up?"
"Hi, you can call me Sharon. I am doing pretty good this is all still somewhat new to me but I am feeling a little bit alone at moment. The commander and the captain are quite a presence here." Sharon said.
Sharon had run her program using tak science bio readings as a basis to find one lone aasimer on a ship full of cats. She had set the sensors up for that and while she and Melanie talked her board beeped.
"Commander, I have found our missing officer." Sharon told Melanie.
At that moment the first officer walked onto the bridge, Sharon turned to look at her.
"Commander Corval, I have found our missing officer, but theres a problem locking onto him." Sharon said.
Sharon watched and listened to the commander, as well as keeping an eye on the board, his signal was masked by something and Sharon had an idea what it might be but without further analysis she was not positive.
"Commander, I have an idea what might be masking his signal but i am not 100% positive. It could be a personal cloak, if so getting a transporter lock on him would be impossible, and shutting it off would put him in danger." Sharon said.
Sharon got to thinking wondering how could you get someone to shut off a personnel cloak, when getting a signal through to them is impossible, then something occurred to her, she remember reading the archive of the USS Loki, when the cats took a male prisoner a pain box was placed onto them maybe a signal could be sent that way.
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