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Post by Marcus Brahms on Jan 19, 2008 9:43:49 GMT
Marcus raised his eyebrows slightly as Dukath added to the toast .. For a split-second, he imagined The Admiral submitting K'nara to the Klingon version of being put over your fathers' knee .. But the image faded, quickly .. Glancing at the door, he wondered how things would play out now the Phoenix was home. Resurrection still needed a lot of work, and time, to regain her former stature .. But people tended to pull together in situations like this, and you never knew when something good would happen .. He just hoped that in all this, there was going to be some good news ... "I think you may need to talk to your Daughter Admiral." "Yes .. I do indeed." Dukath said, almost giving a fatherly sigh. Marcus tapped his Comms badge .. =^= Brahms to Captain Corval .. Once the Phoenix is in position please join me in my ready room =^= =^= Confirmed .. Admiral =^= Marcus got up, retrieving the jug from in front of the Klingon .. Moving to the replicator, he refilled it and placed it down on the desk .. Dukath looked at the jug, but didn't reach for it, just yet .. "My Daughter was planning a .. Journey ?" he said. "I am as surprised as you are Admiral." Brahms said, genuinely puzzled at the turn of events, "I was unaware she was .. Unhappy .. But I think you should hear it from K'nara herself." Dukath grunted, then picked up the blood wine, this time drinking more slowly .......... < tag: K'nara / ALL > OK, Let's keep this going everyone ...
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Post by Tak Science on Jan 20, 2008 7:06:58 GMT
"If you want her, it is through me and every other bridge officer," he snarled, noting that Tak Science had taken up a position beside him. The Kzinti's ears were lying flat on his head, his tail lashing as his claws were unsheathed.
The Kzinti snarled once more, his whiskers moving in the manner of a tiger as he eyed the Klingon in the manner that a predator eyes his prey - and in fact the look of the hunter swirled in his hateful eyes. Groping at the air with his unabated claws, the Kzinti warrior allowed his eyes to dart about with a glare that allowed what poets referred to as the 'sense of the beast' to be a very palpable and tangible element.
The elderly Klingon looked everyone up and down, not lowering his disrupter pistol. He turned to the 3 Klingons and muttered some rapid Klingonese. Despite not understanding what he was saying it was not difficult to know he was extremely annoyed.
Again Tak let loose a snarl coupled with a felinoid growl before he charged towards this elderly Klingon, muttering something in the Hero's Tongue that was not attempted to be translated. Most likely, that was certainly for the best. His claws moved to the other's throat with a hypnotic, dance like quality to his style of the fight - an art of bloodlust.
The elderly klingon watched as his 3 nephews dematerialised and turned to Horn. "I see you have been practicing, keep it up." He looked curiously at Tak Science. "I have not seen one of your race in a long time. Perhaps when this is all sorted you could tell me your story warrior."
Halting his fierce progress towards the other, the Kzinti frowned with his final snarl. His ears came back to a more cautious pose as they swiveled side to side in their constant search for any danger that might be coming toward him. Bat-like in their construction, it always seemed that a Kzinti's ears were a slight out of place.
Nodding to the Klingon, he paused for a moment to formulate a worded response.
"I too, do not often have the pleasures of meeting Klingons...a certain member of the present company excluded of course. However, I have the utmost of respect for your people. Perhaps we shall share songs of our fathers of the blood that was shed in the before time."
"In the meantime Commodore Bra .. Pardon my ignorance .. Admiral Brahms .. I request we discuss sorting yet another mess out. Dukath suggested, a hint of amusement in his wrinkled face
With an unusual, apprentice-like admiration, the Kzinti scientist watched the Klingon speak, noting the heavy handed method that he used to deliver his words and actions. For in fact, as much as an old adage as it was, actions did speak louder than words.
Bowing his head slightly, the science officer stood rather still before looking up once again. Perhaps he studied the methods with which the elder used.
NRPG: I want to apologize for my post looking like a gaping wound with all of those colors - I had to get back to a few people...sorry about the delay! I do hope that I did alright with it though.
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Post by Marcus Brahms on Jan 20, 2008 12:30:29 GMT
The door chime activated and opened, K'nara walked into the ready room. She nodded to her Father then stood stiffly in front of Brahms .. "Sir .. We are twelve thousand meters off Star base Resurrection .. The base has been informed of our arrival." "Take a seat Commander .." Brahms said, then as K'nara sternly refused to move, until there was a 'grunt' from Dukath, "SIT .. Down .. Please .. We need to sort out this situation to everyone's satisfaction .. But first I want to thank you on running the ship during my .. Illness." "Thank you .. Admiral." K'nara replied, "Computer restore all Command codes to Admiral Brahms .. Authorization Corval-Alpha-Two-five-Omega." "Confirmed .. Command restored." "Right that done." Marcus said, "We need to know what the 'hell' is going on K'nara .. But first .. Dukath has requested time to speak to you in private .. Admiral I'll leave you two to talk." Brahms said, getting up and heading toward the Bridge. As the door closed behind him, he heard Dukath shouting in Klingonese, but the words came so fast he couldn't begin to translate. but one thing was certain, he was not at all happy with his Daughter ... < tag: K'nara / Dukath >Brahms studied the view on-screen as he walked over to sit next to Commander Dexter .. "Admiral ..." Quinn said as he sat, "Looking pretty bashed up." he finished, nodding to the image on the view-screen .. "Yes .. Yes she is .. But we'll get her up and running I'm sure .... I want to thank you for your taking over as Executive Officer Quinn .. You did an excellent job .. That will be reflected in your personal record .. I've taken Command now so you can return to your duties at Operations .. Once Dukath is through with K'nara." he said quickly, as Dexter began to get up from the XO's seat .. The two Officer's sat quietly discussing the state of Resurrection as they watched 'worker-bee' shuttles clearing debris from the area around the Space Station, collecting useful sections, and phasering other's into nothingness .......... < tag : ALL >
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Post by Naois Mercy on Jan 20, 2008 20:19:54 GMT
Naois was relieved to find his dinner to be vegetarian and devoid of any dairy products. He appreciated Valeia's efforts, however he carefully sampled the food before giving any comment. He nodded quietly then smiled. "You have outdone yourself," he said softly, taking another spoonful of his food.
The Vulcan held out his spoon towards the woman he loved, inviting her to take a bite. He could see something was bothering, he didn't need to use his skills to sense it. As Vulcan as well as counselor, he was trained to see the simplest hints in changes in bodylanguage. "Is something worrying you?" he asked, putting down his cutlery. He reached forward, taking her hand. "If you are worried about me, I assure you there is nothing to worry about. Even though I many not have a memory of what happened, I am still myself. In fact, in a way I am quite relieved I do not have any memories of it. The thought of that woman torturing you, I do not believe I would be able to sleep at night because I was unable to help you."
He glanced up at her in earnest, shaking his head. "The experience of this particular mindmeld was painful, but it will not have lasting effects." He could see her pale a little at the mention of a mindmeld. "Is that what is worrying you?" he asked gently, walking around the table, taking her in his arms. "I promise that the meld we shall experience will be the most wonderful experience you ever had. I will also promise that it will not be painful. It is different than what Peter Horn has done, he is a security officer, trained to seek out information that is most hidden. Our mindmeld is nothing of that sort, and if there is something that I should not know, then I will not know."
He kissed her cheek, then knelt down beside her, taking both her hands in his. "Between Vulcan couples, there are still secrets. It would not be normal if there were not. But there is also much that is shared." He rubbed his thumb over her hand. "Bond with me Valeia, allow me to show you. Then we will go to Admiral Brahms and ask him to wed us."
Naois knew something about the prospect of a mindmeld was scaring her, but he couldn't understand what. She had been apprehensive the very first time they had melded too, but she had consented then. And he'd been a complete stranger to her then, whereas now, he was her betrothed. "Talk to me? Please?" he begged, when she hadn't answered. "I promise you will view this as the most beautiful thing you have ever experienced thus far. I promise."
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Jan 21, 2008 8:09:16 GMT
Glancing down at her fiancé kneeling next to her worry evident on his face, Valeia tried to process everything he’d said. Though she knew mind melds didn’t have to be painful, and in fact the first one they had shared had been far from it, the second had been absolute agony for her. That coupled with the pain she’d felt from Naois during his meld with Horn earlier had only reinforced the fear. It was incredibly difficult to think of a meld as something good after all of that, and the doctor would have thought he would understand that after she’d tried to explain to him that the bonding hadn’t gone well the first time and had scared her.
On the other hand, learning she could keep secrets and he wouldn’t automatically know everything was certainly very good news, but how exactly did this work? How was she supposed to keep him away from certain memories? What if something was to go wrong and he found out anyway? Her continued silence was clearly vexing Naois, as he continued to wait for her to say something. Valeia hated keeping him waiting and worrying, but it was a lot to sort through.
“I…” the doctor started, before hesitating once more, swallowing hard, and finally trying again. “I don’t want us to relive what happened to us again. That would just be…upsetting to both of us I think. And the last meld was so…terrifying, and I don’t want that to happen again. I just...” Valeia trailed off, her voice breaking slightly. She hated feeling this scared over something that was supposed to be good. It was apparent the way Naois spoke about this that bonding was intended to be something special, something important, but her fear was strong.
Glancing down at their fingers intertwined, Valeia took a deep breath before looking back up at her fiancé. “But I do trust you, Naois, and if you say that it’s not going to be like that then I believe you. So…if you are absolutely certain that you’re up to it after what you went through earlier then…well…ok.” she replied quietly, glancing back down at the fingers again nervously.
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Post by Tak Science on Jan 22, 2008 4:44:37 GMT
The Kzinti stood in awe of the visage of worker bees, doing their emphermeral dance about the station. He had argued when originally in the Academy, before his fateful tenure on board the Starbase, that the best Starfleet officers were not celebrated in song and drink. Rather, they were those that worked behind the scenes. The finest of men were those who kept the fleet running with nary a word of thanks. Surely, those who made vast discoveries or fought majestic battles would be the most remembered. Names such as the 'Picard Manuver' commemorated the victories of the greatest examples of the United Federation of Planet's citizenry. However, without the lowliest of crewmen who ran the various operations tasks on the unnamed vessels, there would be no glorious victories. Surely, it was an odd sentimate for a Kzinti warrior to have, but he held it within the closest chasms of his mind.
Turning back to more practical matters, he attempted to forget the odd thoughts, as well as those of bloodlust that boiled within him. The Klingon fiasco had certainly played to his predatory glances, and he permitted himself to, for a moment, imagine himself removing the heart of a Targ with his own claws and feasting on the bloody mess that was thrown before his foot paws. Certainly, that would be a most glorious occasion and one that could be celebrated in the aforementioned manner. Despite his internal comments, he himself had certain aspirations of fame.
Draining it finally as he re took the science station, he glared at the terminal. Having changed to it's customary blue gleam, a position that it only assumed when the vessel was in docking procedures, the LCARS system seemed to be particularly hopeful. Perhaps this new day that was dawning amongst the reconstruction of the superstructure that made up the station was a day that was filled with the bloodshed of enemies.
Despite this though, he still had some pang of guilt. He felt as though the occurrence was in some small part his fault. He originally, for a moment or two, thought that the system was demonstrating a holographic training scenario that would simply be turned off once he was done with it. It delayed his reaction, and Tak felt as though that delay cost lives.
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Post by Naois Mercy on Jan 22, 2008 20:58:02 GMT
Naois looked thoughtful for a minute, then seemed to concentrate on something. "I am up to it," he answered quietly, "I shall not be able to rest comfortably, knowing that our bond is not repaired." He gave her a wistful smile. "I do not claim to know what a proper bond should feel like, but presently it does not feel right. In fact, it is making me feel unwell and not whole." He looked up at her from his still kneeling position. "And I sense you feel the same."
He rose to his feet and took her by her hands, pulling her to her feet. "Join me," he whispered, his lips brushing lightly against hers, "trust me."
The Vulcan led her to the comfortable couch in her living area and sat her down across from him. Carefully, he reached over to her, showing her how to place her hand on his face. "My mind to your mind..." he whispered, closing his eyes. An eerie sense of calm fell over him as he invited her into his mind.
He showed her his early childhood, growing up on a starbase and practically in sickbay. He showed her his teenage years and his time in the academy, guiding her along his many memories, hiding nothing from her. He needed her to trust him, to feel comfortable.
After what seemed eternity, he allowed himself to be plunged into her memories, and allowed her to be his guide. He never went where she didn't want him to go and never questioned what went hidden from him. It was who she was, and he accepted it.
Minutes later, he opened his eyes, giving her an exhausted smile. "How do you feel?" he whispered, sitting back on the couch, trying to get his bearings.
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Jan 22, 2008 21:33:29 GMT
Naois may have been completely exhausted, but Valeia felt differently. For the first time in a very long time, she felt completely safe and wanted. Seeing his memories and knowing him so intimately, the Betazoid had poured her heart out to him through the meld only holding back on sharing her memories of the incident with the nurse. Her fiancé had seen everything, her brief, happy childhood with her parents and then her grief at their loss. After that, it had been a very lonely life full of resistance to letting people in and her isolation from those around her until she met him. Dedicated to her school work and music, and then medical training and practice, there had never been anyone that had been allowed to really know her like Naois now did, and there was something so freeing in that. And now Valeia could see exactly how deeply he loved her.
"How do you feel?" Naois whispered, causing her to open her eyes and beam at him. Valeia had never felt this happy before in her entire life. It was like a switch had been flipped, flooding a previously dark room with light. She loved him, more than she ever could have imagined possible, and what’s more, he loved her just as much. The need to express the emotions created by the incredible closeness they now shared was very powerful and without a second thought, Valeia threw herself into her fiancé’s arms and wrapping her arms around his neck kissed him with all the passion she felt for him. All thoughts of fear and worry and insecurity were gone, and in their place was only how much she loved him.
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Post by Marcus Brahms on Jan 25, 2008 9:51:14 GMT
Marcus had been in contact with Admiral O'Shasserra for some time. They had been going over the repair status of the Star base, when the Comm activated..
=^= Admiral .. The station is moving =^= said Ensign Science.
=^= On my screen please Mr science .. Pipe a feed to Admiral O'Shasserra too =^=
=^= Aye Sir =^=
The view on his screen changed, it now showed Resurrection .. She was currently at an angle twenty three degrees from vertical. But as Brahms watched, the stars behind the massive structure seemed to move slightly, then as he watched, the base began to right herself. Only by one point five degrees per minute, but something this size couldn't just be swung about in space ..
Marcus got up and requested a cappuccino from the replicator, then sat in silence watching the spectacle ...
Slowly, almost majestically, Star base Resurrection came upright, stabilizing thrusters fired all over the station, halting her movement, then it was all over ..
"Well now the real work can begin." Brahms said.
=^= Yes =^= O'Shasserra said from the screen, =^= It's going to take some time .. But we'll get there .. I'm due back tomorrow at approximately twenty two hundred hours .. We can meet then .. What condition is the Dark Phoenix in Marcus ? =^=
=^= We're OK .. A few minor repairs and some replenishment needed .. Then we'll be ready to leave .. But if there's nothing urgent pending I'd like to keep the Phoenix here for a while .. There's plenty of people on here that have requested time on the station to help out =^= Marcus said.
=^= Good .. Well there's nothing at the moment that can't be covered by another vessel .. So your request to remain at Resurrection is approved .. I'm certain your help will be appreciated over there .. We will meet when I get back Admiral .. O'Shasserra out. =^=
As the screen blanked, Marcus picked up his coffee and took a sip .. Then replacing the cup on the replicator, it promptly vanished to be recycled, and Brahms entered the Bridge ..
Taking a long look at the activity around Resurrection, he spoke to the Operations Chief ..
"Quinn .. Inform the crew that anyone not detailed to maintenance work on the Phoenix is free to go over to Resurrection to offer their help .. You have the Bridge." he said, entering the turbo-lift ..........
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Post by Tak Science on Jan 25, 2008 19:32:16 GMT
"Quinn .. Inform the crew that anyone not detailed to maintenance work on the Phoenix is free to go over to Resurrection to offer their help .. You have the Bridge." he said, entering the turbo-lift.
Ensign Science, hearing the words that Quinn was so provisioning, was absolutely exstactic. Or at least as happy as a Kzinti warrior would allow himself to be seen. He was going to be able to relieve himself from the difficult burden that was on his shoulders, as well as allow for himself to assist the needs of others.
Watching the vessel draw into the massive bay, he sighed slowly as he was overcome with the grandeur that the gargantuan caverns of a Stardock held. The blue light still surrounding his eyes, he stood gracefully as the feline aspect of himself took over, bearing his fangs for a moment as the ship shook under the weight of the applied grappling 'umbilical cords' that attached themselves to the Dark Phoenix and made themselves able to interface with the turbolift system. With an easy method of transport now made, the crew was free to move about both the ship and well kempt parts of the station in the manner of being in tablets to be swallowed by gigantic serpents as a rat to one's anaconda.
Moving thusly, having been relieved of duty by an enlisted member of the science department - a Rhaandarite who was even now taking to his seat - Tak walked into the turbolift after having drawn his uniform into a straight pattern before selecting a deck that would place him into the precipice of the station. Due to the uncertainty of the damaged Starbase, he would have preferred to walk the remaining section of the way after the annoying ride to the end of his own vessel.
Traversing the small tarmac, he looked out across a sea of blue lights trimmed with the flutter of workbee shuttles and various auxiliary craft that danced in a cosmic duel for superiority in a visage of unsurpassed interest for the Starfleet Officer.
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Post by Naois Mercy on Jan 28, 2008 11:44:44 GMT
Before the newly bonded couple finally retired for the night, each received a message that they were free to move to Resurrection to start helping out with getting things operational again. "In the morning," Naois murmured as he inched closer to his mate. He was exhausted and would look forward to actually enjoying a full night's rest. And he was determined to get it at that.
He felt Valeia stir beside him, responding to his close proximity and the warmth coming from his body. Quietly, he pulled her over towards him, bringing her over to rest her head on his shoulder. Wrapping his arms around her, his breathing evened out until he was fast asleep.
The next morning, the Vulcan woke early, feeling refreshed and energetic. He smiled as he felt Valeia's mind brush against his, bidding him a silent good morning. "And good morning to you," he answered, pulling her up to him. "Did you sleep well?" They were still in Valeia's quarters, sharing a bed that was somewhat smaller than is own double bed.
Naois didn't give her much time to respond, for he leaned in and kissed her passionately. After a while, he put on a more serious look. "Valeia, have you noticed how low morale is on this vessel? And have you any thought towards how low morale is on Resurrection?" Again, he didn't give her time to respond. "I know you would wish to wait with an actual wedding, but I believe getting married now, and having a party to go with it might raise spirits on both station and ship."
He smiled softly. "I know you know I would want to get married as soon as possible, but I honestly believe that such an event would raise morale. I also believe that we should approach Admiral Brahms immediately, and ask him whether he would marry us. What do you think?"
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Jan 28, 2008 12:28:35 GMT
Not being allowed to get a word in wasn’t exactly fun, but Valeia was in far too good a mood to really care. It was kind of cute that Naois seemed so intent to get married as soon as possible. His eagerness went entirely against everything the doctor had been taught about men wanting to avoid commitment and was actually refreshing. He loved her; she loved him, so it only made sense. Frowning slightly, the Betazoid pretended to think about it for a moment just to tease him, before breaking out into a grin and wrapping her arms around his neck. “I think that’s a very good idea, the sooner the better in fact.”
Sighing happily and snuggling against him, Valeia wasn’t quite ready to get up yet. “I guess the only bad thing about having the wedding so soon is that your parents won’t be able to get here in time, or Heather. Although if I really think about it, Heather not being here isn’t really such a bad thing, especially for you.” Laughing lightly, Roquel grinned up at her fiancé again. “She would have given you such a hard time….will give you a hard time I should say, but at least now that gets put off for a little while. That gives me time to prepare you, and by then we’ll be married, so you won’t be able to run away and escape.” she teased.
Setting back against his chest and sighing again, Valeia changed the subject, not really wanting to think about Heather right now or even the tiniest possibility of Naois ever leaving. “Do you want a Vulcan or Human ceremony? Whatever you want is fine with me. I’m assuming you want Donolly and Peter to be included somehow, as they are both close friends of yours. I’m sure you probably have other friends on Resurrection too. Speaking of which, do you want to hold the wedding on the Phoenix or the starbase? And in the holodeck or somewhere else? We have a lot of decisions to make and plenty to talk about and plan.”
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Post by Naois Mercy on Jan 28, 2008 16:00:09 GMT
Each time Naois opened his mouth to answer her question, she immediately fired another at him without giving him the chance to answer. At last, he placed one finger on her lips, silencing her. "I would assume you would appreciate a Human wedding," he started, then flushed as something occurred to him. "Unless you desire a typical Betazoid wedding?" He raised an eyebrow at her, wondering whether she would actually want that.
"I would ask Peter as my best man and Antoine as master of ceremony, if that is agreeable to you. As for location, I would assume Resurrection would have more room, but with the damage to the station, the Phoenix might be more logica for a venue."
The Vulcan slipped out of bed and started to get himself dressed. When Valeia, somewhat reluctantly, had gotten herself dressed as well, he grabbed her hand. "Come we me, we need to talk to the admiral."
Smiling ever so slightly, he propelled her out of her quarters and practically carried her over to Brahms' office on the bridge. Not in the slightest embarassed by his behaviour, Naois walked into the room, Valeia pulled close to him. "Admiral.." he started, to get the Human's attention. "Admiral, it would be our honour if you would wed us," he finished. "We believe our wedding may increase morale on the station and this ship, thus we would have a ceremony in a few days if that is agreeable with you."
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Post by K'nara Corval on Jan 31, 2008 9:37:18 GMT
K'Nara had been sufficiently yelled at and humiliated by her father. Her idiot cousin could not even manage a discreet pickup, making her wonder how on Kronos he managed to do anything in the intelligence world. And what had surprised her the most was the crew refusing to give her up. Perhaps she did still have a place here after all.
Dukath had reiterated the usual - federation/klingon relations. How important the Klingon exchange programme was. His current obsession with her staying onboard the Phoenix and keeping an eye on Marcus Brahms. She had put up an arguement first purely to show her father that fire still reigned in her heart but halfway in she was round to his way of thinking. Especially as Dukath had already informed her that he had spoken with Admiral O'Shassera re: the mutiny situation.
Finally emerging from the ready room, both Klingons being watched by everyone, K'Nara glared round intent on establishing the usual atmosphere of fear that she felt more comfortable in around the crew. Happy as several pairs of eyes immediatly looked the other way, she moved forward and informed Brahms simply. "I am to stay." He nodded as she reclaimed her seat from Quinn who wisely moved out the way and started restoring First officer privilages to her.
"Admiral," Dukath adressed Brahms choosing not to comment any further in Klingon or Federation standard about her postion. "My fleet and I will accompany you to the starbase and aid with repairs. May I request permission to stay onboard. I would welcome the chance to travel with you for a while as all that awaits me is more discplining of family members," he shot K'Nara a look which she promptly ignored. "And my voice is already horce from yelling once."
K'Nara snorted, recovered quickly and ordered someone to fetch her father a Raktajino as he sat down joining them on the bridge.
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Post by Marcus Brahms on Jan 31, 2008 12:02:14 GMT
Brahms had left the Klingon Father and Daughter in his ready room to 'discuss' the issue at hand. He'd sat quietly on the Bridge as the ships closed on Star base Resurrection ..
The ready room door opened suddenly, Dukath and K'nara walking to stand in front of Brahms ..
"I am to stay." K'nara said, and deeming that all the explanation required she took her seat, making sure to glare round the room for good measure.
Marcus nodded, concealing the grin forming ..
"Admiral." Dukath addressed Brahms, choosing not to comment any further in Klingon or Federation standard about K'nara or her position, "My fleet and I will accompany you to the star-base and aid with repairs .. May I request permission to stay on board .. I would welcome the chance to travel with you for a while as all that awaits me is more disciplining of family members .. My voice is already hoarse from yelling once." he shot K'Nara a look which she promptly ignored.
"You are welcome to stay aboard Admiral." Brahms said, managing not to react to K'naras' snort as Dukath sat down ...
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Later:
The docking had gone as planned, and shore leave parties were already leaving the Phoenix to assist with repairs .. Brahms had spoken to Admiral O'Shasserra and was now in the middle of his report when the door suddenly opened .. Naois had started to speak before he himself had chance to ..
"Admiral ...." he started, NOT that he needed get the Humans attention, "Admiral .. It would be our honor if you would wed us .. We believe our wedding may increase morale on the station and this ship .. Thus we would have a ceremony in a few days if that is agreeable with you." he finished ..
Brahms looked from one to the other ..
"Come in." he said, raising his eyebrows.
Valeia began to apologize, but Marcus waved her to silence and pointed to the chairs .. Taking the 'hint' both Naois and Valeia sat down in silence ..
"You want to get married on the Phoenix .. Not a traditional Vulcan or Betazoid marriage ?" he asked them.
"We wish neither Admiral .. As stated .. We wish to marry on board the Dark Phoenix and have you conduct the ceremony." Naois said ..
Marcus rose from behind his desk and walked to the replicator ..
"Three glasses of Moët et Chandon's Dom Pérignon."
As they appeared, he handed one each to K'nara and Naois, then taking the last, he walked back to his desk .. He than raised the glass ..
"To Valeia and Naios .. Congratulations."
The two Officers lifted their glasses and took a sip of the drink traditionally used in such an occasion ..
"Thank you Admiral." they replied in unison, "Do we take it you agree to conduct our Wedding ?" Naois finished.
"I would be honored .. Yes ...." Brahms said, smiling, ".... But you have preparations to see to i assume .. Not to mention a Wedding Dress if you choose to have one .. So get the hell out of my office and get on with it .. I seem to have some reading-up to do."
"Aye Sir .. Thank you Sir." Valeia said, clutching Naois' arm as they left ..
Brahms nodded to himself ..
"A Wedding .. Didn't see that one coming." he said, grinning ..........
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Feb 1, 2008 9:26:40 GMT
"I would assume you would appreciate a human wedding…” Naois replied before pausing and blushing deeply. “Unless you desire a typical Betazoid wedding?" If anything his face turned even greener as he raised an eyebrow at her. Clearly her fiancé was not particularly thrilled with that idea but asked just the same.
Forcing a straight face, Valeia pretended to consider the idea. “Well…..I suppose a Betazoid ceremony would honor my parents, since they can’t actually be here…” Even the suggestion that she was leaning towards the idea caused a very uncomfortable looking Naois to swallow nervously, but through the link, she knew he would actually go through with it if that’s what she really wanted.
Unable to keep a straight face any longer, Valeia grinned at him, letting him off the hook. “A human wedding sounds perfect.” she replied, laughing at the look of sheer relief that flooded his face. “I was only teasing you sweetheart, but thank you for being willing, although frankly the idea is just as… unappealing to me as it is to you. I was pretty much raised human, so that’s the wedding I want.”
Once that was cleared up, Naois looked much happier, and continued. "I would ask Peter as my best man and Antoine as master of ceremony, if that is agreeable to you. As for location, I would assume Resurrection would have more room, but with the damage to the station, the Phoenix might be more logical for a venue."
“I’m fine with wherever makes the most sense.” Valeia replied as her husband-to-be got up and began to get dressed in a hurry. His eagerness to get everything set up was very obvious and absolutely adorable, even though the doctor wasn’t in quite as much of a hurry to get up just yet. His enthusiasm was contagious, however, and so with some mock-reluctance, Valeia got up and dressed as well.
Almost as soon as she was ready, Naois grabbed her hand and tugged her towards the door. "Come with me; we need to talk to the admiral." he insisted, clearly not going to take no for an answer. Valeia burst out laughing several times along the way, as she would intentionally drag her feet and he would gently keep her moving, practically carrying her at times on the way to the ready room.
When Naois pulled her into the ready room in front of a clearly startled Admiral, Valeia stopped laughing, a little nervous at having barged in like that, but her fiancé was so…happy and confident, it was hard to actually be worried. "Admiral...it would be our honor if you would wed us. We believe our wedding may increase morale on the station and this ship. Thus, we would have a ceremony in a few days if that is agreeable with you."
Brahms glanced between the two of them, eyebrows raised in surprise. “Come in...”
Realizing that perhaps they had crossed the line, Valeia began to try and apologize, but Marcus waved her off and indicated that they sit. The next few moments were a bit of a blur, between details being agreed to and congratulations being issued, but once outside of the ready room, the doctor relaxed and beamed up at Naois as they made their way back to the turbolift.
“I suppose we do have some work to do and arrangements to be made. I really am fine with whatever you want. I…I never thought I’d ever get married, so I’m not entirely sure what I really want, aside from a human ceremony, though I wouldn’t have minded a Vulcan one either…I don’t think…” Valeia confessed quietly, fairly certain that a Vulcan ceremony wouldn’t have included anything embarrassing.
“Let’s go back to my quarters and talk it all out. It shouldn’t take too long to decide what we want.” Valeia said cheerfully, taking Naois’ hand as they walked down the corridor to her quarters. Doctor Roquel had never felt this happy before. For the first time it felt like everything was perfect and nothing could shatter that perfection. Of course, there’s always something…and this was no exception.
Collapsing on the couch and pulling Naois down to sit beside her, Valeia rested her head on his shoulder. “So…I know you want Peter to be your best man and Donolly to be the master of ceremony, and obviously the Admiral is officiating, but what else? Do you have a preference about the setting, holographic or not? And…I hadn’t even thought about a dress… would you rather I wore a dress or dress uniforms and what…”
The latest series of questions was interrupted by the console beeping. With a sigh, Valeia reluctantly pulled herself up off the couch and moved to sit at the desk. “Incoming transmission…who could that be?” she muttered almost to herself as she pulled up the message and was surprised to find an older woman with dark hair and blue eyes staring back at her. “Jean? Why are you….Heather, is Heather ok? Did something happen?”
The surge of panic felt at seeing Heather’s partner in her counseling practice must have been felt by Naois, who moved to stand beside her almost instantly. “No, no dear, nothing happened to Heather, but…well actually I’m calling to warn you… I know I should have contacted you sooner, but she asked me not to, and I really hadn’t decided what to do until just now.”
“Warn me…?” Valeia asked puzzled by what could possibly be going on. “Jean, what is going on? Where is Heather?”
With a heavy sigh, Jean met Valeia’s eyes firmly. “On a transport a few hours away from Starbase Resurrection…” At the shocked reaction from the Betazoid, Jean tried to explain. “After you told her that you were engaged, she…she got worried and decided she had to see you and make sure you weren’t making a terrible mistake…something about reverse brainwashing before it was too late… I tried to talk her out of it, but you know Heather… I wasn’t going to say anything, but I couldn’t bear to think of her surprising you completely like that. I’m…sorry for you not telling you sooner but you didn’t hear this from me. Congratulations.”
With that, the channel abruptly closed, leaving a stunned Valeia staring at the blank screen. Finally turned to face her fiancé, she swallowed hard before quietly informing him. “This is not good, and not going to be fun, Naois, not in the least, so I’m going to go ahead and say this now, though you’ll probably be hearing it a lot from me the next few days. I am SO, SO sorry…”
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Post by Sharon Wolf on Feb 4, 2008 14:54:41 GMT
Sharon was at her helm, the meeting went well, and she was happy for the promotion to Lieutenant Junior Grade. They got closer to the station and it still looked horrible, Sharon may never get the image out of her head.
Once the ship went into stationary orbit, she relaxed slightly, the order for shore leave parties had been given. Sharon being a helms person could help in that capacity in piloting a work bee but she needed to talk to Commander Horn and saw him at his post just finishing up so she walked up.
"Commander, I was wondering if I could get some security training in?" Sharon asked.
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"I was also wondering, since I am a good pilot think I could pilot a worker bee to assist in the repairs of the station?" Sharon asked.
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Post by Commander Peter Horn on Feb 5, 2008 20:53:06 GMT
"Commander, I was wondering if I could get some security training in?" Sharon asked.
Peter looked op from his reports and raised an eyebrow. "What kind of security training are you looking for lieutenant?" he queried, "did you wish hand-to-hand combat, target practice or any other security field of training?"
"I was also wondering, since I am a good pilot think I could pilot a worker bee to assist in the repairs of the station?" Sharon asked.
"Resurrection is in need of any pilot they can get their hands on." the Vulcan agreed, "you may report to worker bee section 56-alpha at the start of your next duty shift. You are ordered to rest before starting workerbee-duty. Understood?"
At Sharon's nod, Peter handed her a PADD. "As soon as your current shift is over, meet me in holodeck three. I am going to ensure Captain Corval will attend as well." He glanced over at the Klingon seated in the center seat. "Captain Corval, you too need security update training. Ensign Wolf shall be joining us today. I will expect both of you in holodeck three at fifteenhundred hours."
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Post by Sharon Wolf on Feb 7, 2008 2:36:52 GMT
Sharon smiled, she knew if she can handle a regular shuttle craft, a worker bee should not be as hard.
"Commander, I want both hand to hand combat and target practice as well if that would not be a problem." She said with a smile.
She nodded and left the bridge after their conversation and the request to meet him and Commander Corval in the holodeck, and to get some rest before the next duty shift which will be at 0600 in the morning. She looked the padd over and entered her quarters after taking the turbo lift down.
Sharon kicked off her boots and unzipped her jacket, removed it and tossed it on the chair. She dropped onto the couch and laid her head back against the back of the couch and closed her eyes. She heard a meow and boots jumped up into her lap. She petted him with her eyes closed, he nipped a finger out of love.
"Boots, you are a naughty boy but I love you." Sharon said.
He climbed up onto her chest and gave her kisses and purred loudly. She smiled and got up and walked into the bedroom, she changed out of her uniform and into workout clothes and a pair of sneakers.
She left the holo on and walked out of her quarters about 20 minutes before she was supposed to meet her two superior officers. She hoped they would not go easy on her and did not expect them to. She took the lift to the deck the holodecks were on and found one running the program she expected and entered. Commander Horn was already waiting on her.
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Post by Naois Mercy on Feb 7, 2008 18:51:49 GMT
Naois basically had to bring up all mental shields when her sheer panic hit him, amplified by their bond. He willed himself to remain in place and not stagger back as the brunt of her panic hit him. Gradually, she calmed a little as she talked to the woman before her.
The Vulcan had wisely remained out of view while the two women talked but he approached as Valeia turned to him. “This is not good, and not going to be fun, Naois, not in the least, so I’m going to go ahead and say this now, though you’ll probably be hearing it a lot from me the next few days. I am SO, SO sorry…”
Naois leaned forward and circled his arms around his bondmate, trying to calm her down further. "I am a counselor love," he answered, a smile playing around his lips as he kissed her cheek. "I am quite capable of handling her. She is your...mother?" Or what had to pass for a mother, Naois thought quietly.
Quickly, he changed the subject. "Will you want the wedding traditional? I am referring to the groom, me, not seeing your dress before the actual day? Perhaps Harley and Sharon could help you with picking a dress? Naval tradition will have me wear my dress uniform." He briefly looked a little green at the very thought, but it was tradition.
"I know you are happy with everything I come up with but really, this is our wedding, not just mine. Do you have any further ideas? Suggestions?" He cradled her in his arms, now that they were sat on the couch. "I would not care if you chose to wear a rag," he added, a huge smile on his face now. "You would look beautiful in anything. But really, I do suggest involving other women on this ship, as soon as they get wind of it they will want a part in it."
He paused, resettling himself on the couch to ease off the pressure on his back a little. "I need to go talk to Antoine and Peter in the morning, would you remind me to please?" He ran his hand over her hair, down her cheek and then further down her body, sending her thoughts of pure love and admiration. "You are the best that has ever happened to me, you know that? You are a real life-saver."
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Post by Tak Science on Feb 8, 2008 5:23:27 GMT
"Resurrection is in need of any pilot they can get their hands on."
The likewise thought, though without hearing it, echoed in the mind of Mister Science. He was spending his time in service of the Starbase for the time being, shuttling himself between his duties on board the vessel, to which he was bound, and duties aboard the Starbase that he was assigning to himself. Though he had gotten himself over the misplaced thinking that was leading him to assume that the disaster was, in some small way, his fault; he still felt as though he were needed by the station.
Using little more than an obsolete 'dustbuster' Type II hand-phaser, the officer was slowly eliminating parts of the debris that was left on deck. With each step, only a few meters at a time, he would come across some piece of the superstructure that had fallen into disrepair as a direct result of the attack. As this became evident, he would take the weapon and set it to it's fullest power rating.
At this point he aimed the weapon towards the piece of shattered fabric and prepared a sweep that ran the course of the object. Intangible photons of light mixed with the modulation of radio frequency to separate the molecules of the offending piece of rubbish. As the sweep of light progressed along the body, the atomic structure visibly collapsed before the eyes - an orange reaction swallowed the remaining pieces of metallic fabric until the path was cleared and it was on to another portion.
NRPG/OOC: By the way, the term dustbuster was applied by the TNG production crew for the original look of the then new hand phasers.
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Feb 9, 2008 7:25:27 GMT
"I am a counselor love. I am quite capable of handling her,” Naois replied calmly, though Valeia secretly thought ‘You think so now…’ as she was almost certain that Heather was going to be as difficult as possible…this was going to be hard...
“She is your...mother?" he asked, but before she could answer she felt this wave of...something, an emotion she couldn’t identify. It was soon gone, and he changed the subject. "Will you want the wedding traditional? I am referring to the groom, me, not seeing your dress before the actual day? Perhaps Harley and Sharon could help you with picking a dress? Naval tradition will have me wear my dress uniform."
He didn’t look too pleased at that idea, which caused Valeia to grin and wrap her arms around his waist. “I’m sure you’ll look very handsome in your uniform.” she commented teasingly, which only caused his slight blush to deepen. “And I really have no set opinion about the dress or anything. I suppose if I did go through the whole picking out a dress thing, it might be fun if it were a surprise, hm?” she asked, though not really expecting an answer, as they moved back towards the couch to sit down, her head moving to rest on his shoulder again almost instantly.
"I know you are happy with everything I come up with but really, this is our wedding, not just mine. Do you have any further ideas? Suggestions? I would not care if you chose to wear a rag. You would look beautiful in anything. But really, I do suggest involving other women on this ship, as soon as they get wind of it they will want a part in it." Naois replied, his arms wrapping around her to hold her close. He was right…this was their wedding, and although Valeia really didn’t have any preferences and only wanted him to be happy, she should at least contribute and try to get in the spirit of things.
"I need to go talk to Antoine and Peter in the morning; would you remind me to please?" he requested, to which Valeia nodded quietly in response. She felt his mind reach out to hers even as his hands ran through her hair. "You are the best that has ever happened to me, you know that? You are a real life-saver."
Smiling gently up at him, Valeia traced his face and replied, “I feel the same way. I can’t imagine my life without you in it hun.” Leaning in to give him a quick kiss and then resting her head back on his shoulder, the Betazoid sighed happily before her mind clouded, remembering Heather was only a few hours away. “Well we’ve got a few hours until the peace is shattered. I almost think it would be easier for you if I went to meet her by myself, but first of all, she’d probably take that as some sort of bad sign, and second, I think I need you with me for support… Just... prepare for the worst because I’m not exaggerating how hard this is going to be.”
With another sigh, she snuggled closer to him. “Sorry, I’m just a little preoccupied. Let’s try to enjoy this time we do have, and I’ll try not to worry too much. But you know, getting the women on the ship involved might give Heather something to do to keep her busy too. I guess that means I’ll still have to spend plenty of time with her, but that will give you some time to breathe at least. Believe me, you’re going to need it…”
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Feb 14, 2008 5:12:27 GMT
The remaining hours of peace passed far too quickly and before long Valeia found herself standing at the airlock, clinging to Naois’ hand for support. Her fiancé seemed entirely confident about his ability to deal with Heather, but the doctor had something he lacked: knowledge and experience. In a way, she almost felt like she’d failed him in that somehow it hadn’t gotten through enough for him to be worried, but in other respects...there was no possible way to actually prepare enough for what was probably coming through that door any minute now.
And sure enough, breezing through the doors just minutes after they arrived was Heather, wearing a bright teal, clingy v-neck shirt, tight black pants, high heels, and plenty of silver and turquoise jewelry, blonde hair perfectly curled and make-up flawless…a typically textbook entrance for Miss Heather Thompson. Behind her, a short, pudgy human civilian in a brown flight suit was dragging several suitcases through the airlock, clearly out of breath. “Thank you, John. You are such a dear. Here’s my assigned room. Hopefully I’ll catch up with you later…”
The out of breath, sweaty man grinned in response to that, barely managing to drag the three, large bags down the hall while balancing the padd containing the deck and room number, and disappeared around the corner. As soon as his back was turned, Heather glanced over at Valeia and rolled her eyes, waiting until the man was out of earshot before commenting. “I know…he’s not much to look at, understatement of the year, but I haven’t had to lift a finger the entire way here! Fortunately, he was very busy flying the entire time, and I know exactly when he has to leave, so that’s the last I’ll see of him. Poor sap...” she commented, for a moment looking somewhat chagrined before her face brightened and she laughed.
“Anyway, I am so happy to be here!” Heather beamed, taking Valeia’s hands in hers and holding her out at arms length. “And just look at you! You look fantastic! Nice and skinny. Come on…turn around so I can get a good look at you…” Blushing, the doctor did as she was told, causing Heather to smile. “You have definitely lost some weight, so clearly being in Starfleet is agreeing with you.”
Smiling politely but feeling slightly awkward, Valeia quickly shifted topics to include Naois. “Being engaged agrees with me more.” the Betazoid replied glancing sideways at her fiancé trying to include him and hoping against all odds that somehow remembering he was here would tone down Heather’s display. It didn’t work, as Heather still didn’t spare Captain Mercy a single glance, and instead turned Valeia’s left hand over to glance at her bare ring finger.
Sending her surrogate daughter a pointed look, Heather mumbled, “I guess if you were going to get a rock, you’d have it by now. Vulcan or not, that sucks.” As Valeia turned bright red, humiliated at how this woman she’d known almost all her life was behaving, the psychologist dropped her hands and finally got around to turning her attention on Naois. Tilting her head to one side she eyed him carefully. Taking in every detail of his appearance from head to toe several times, there was a long, awkward silence before she finally turned to Valeia, still not addressing him directly. “Ok, I give. He’s beyond hot. Little wonder your head’s not working right. If I’d know this was waiting for me, I’d have ditched the pilot sooner. He certain looks like he could have handled my bags…and then some. He must work out. Turn around, so I can get a better look at you too.”
Absolutely mortified now, Valeia jumped in. “Heather…Captain Mercy is not going to spin for you…” Her words were clipped and pointed, but her expression was practically begging. She couldn’t even look at Naois, but it was easy enough to imagine how embarrassing and uncomfortable this had to be for him.
Glancing back over at Naois, Heather sighed. “No…I suppose he’s not…pity. I’ll bet the back half is just as attractive as the front, though not as much fun.” Laughing at her own joke and winking in Valeia’s direction, Heather continued. “Looks and power…that is one effective combination and hard to resist, obviously. And you’re entirely right; those ears are to die for. I just want to eat him up.”
Naois still hadn’t spoken, whether just outright shocked, completely embarrassed, or both Valeia wasn’t sure. Raising her eyebrows at him, Heather crossed her arms over her chest, her expression somewhere between amused and challenging. “Are you capable of speech or are you just going to stand there and look pretty?”
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Post by Naois Mercy on Feb 14, 2008 11:53:55 GMT
Naois took a hasty step back when a flurry of colours and fabric rushed past him, lest he be overrun. A little bemusedly he watched Valeia spin before the woman who had tried to raise her after seeing her as a patient for a very long time. Keeping his silence, he watched the two women interact, the one overly happy, the other obviously embarassed. For his sake as well, he sensed.
~skinny?~ he wondered as Heather commented on his fiancée's figure ~unlikely~ And what was this with women and giant rock rings? It was the one thing he had never been able to fathom and, searching his memory, he certainly couldn't remember his mother wearing anything of the sort. Did that mean his father never had anything of the sort either? Quite likely, he mused. He realised that Valeia might've been somewhat disappointed but she never raised the issue either. It was just something he never grew up with knowing, and his own parents never mentioned anything about it either, that it it was something that could quite possibly woe women.
The Vulcan cast the woman he loved a look of sympathy, but still said nothing. It was obvious to him now what Valeia had meant with her words regarding Heather, but so far it was still nothing he wouldn't be able to handle and he knew when to stay out of something personal as well. His silence, he hoped would refrain the other woman from making any further embarassing remarks, especially on his behalf.
However, he had assumed too soon and before he knew it, he was the object of her scrutiny and odd comments. Turn around, so I can get a better look at you too.”
Naois froze, just staring at her in confusion. Turning around? What was he, cattle up for inspection?" Fortunately, Valeia saved him the embarassment by commenting that he wasn't going to spin. She wasn't looking at him but he could sense her mortification. ~do not worry~ he told her silently ~it is how she is, is it not?~ He didn't look, however, too pleased with the situation. Rather, Valeia alone could see his discomfort but Heather never seemed to notice as his face was a mask devoid of any emotion so far.
He was about to comment on the subject when the woman rattled on about his status as senior officer and the looks of his ears, so again he remained silent, until she stood up close to him, casting him a very challenging look. “Are you capable of speech or are you just going to stand there and look pretty?”
Shifting his gaze to Valeia for a second, he then looked back at Heather. The woman was about half a foot shorter than he was and she had to look up to look him in the eyes. "I preferred to stand here and look pretty," he answered calmly, "and let you do the talking for me. I am, however, quite capable of speech should I choose to utilise that function. I did not reach the rank of captain purely on my looks, now did I?"
Naois held out his right hand towards the woman, evidently surprising her with this very human gesture. "Captain Naois Mercy, at your service ma'am," he continued in a different tone of voice. "Valeia and I met several months ago, when she came aboard Resurrection as medical cadet. As fate had it, I had just suffered a near-fatal shuttle accident and she was assigned as my phycisian. As such, she managed not just to heal me, but win my favour as well." His expression changed from none to happy. "I cannot imagine my life without her presence," he added.
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Post by Commander Peter Horn on Feb 14, 2008 20:41:37 GMT
Peter waited at the entrance of the holodeck, then after ten minutes just started up his program, certain that Wolf would show up for training. K'nara was another matter, she was stubborn and would come and go as she pleased. She would, quite possibly, hoard him into a personal training session later, where even more likely she would show him all corners of the holodeck. He didn't mind, he actually liked sparring with her as she was a worthy opponent to his skills. Skills that he was slowly starting to hone to their original strengths again.
"Computer, Klingon opponent, bat'leth," he ordered, "safeties on level four." That was still fairly high-level, well within regulations, but low enough for him to feel it if the bat'leth would strike him. He swung his own bat'leth a few times, regaining the feel of it and a sense of balance. The Klingon appeared before him, at least a foot taller than the Vulcan security chief, and about twice as wide. The officer and the hologram circled eachother, but it didn't take long for the Klingon to lose his pre-programmed patience and charge.
Peter side-stepped, pivoted on his feet...and saw Sharon stand in the doorway, looking amused. Next moment, he was lying flat on his back with the Klingon's bat'leth at his throat. "This is an example of why you should not lose focus in combat," the Vulcan offered as explanation, waiting for the Klingon to move away. When he didn't, Peter used the tip of his own bat'leth to move the other then roll away from it. "Computer, remove Klingon, retain bat'leth." He turned to Wolf. "Ready?" he asked, "you wanted close combat training. We will use the bat'leth first, before we move to simpler martial arts."
~three hours later~ Covered in dust and sweat, Peter stepped away from Wolf. "Are you certain you need the training?" he asked again, after she had defeated him in a wrestling match yet again. She had even managed to dislocate his already sensitive right shoulder, but had been sporting about it and popped it back into the socket. "same time and place, tomorrow," he ordered, "target practice then. I need a shower. And you have workerbee duty to report to. Commander Stevens is awaiting you in an hour."
The Vulcan exited the holodeck and limped his way to his quarters, where Harley was awaiting him. Wrinkling her nose, she stripped him off his clothing then and there, giving him a firm shove towards the bathroom. It was fortunate his daughters weren't in the room when she did, or he would've said something about it. A little later, he walked back into the room, dressed in a fresh uniform. "A message came through for you," Harley commented, shoving a PADD and a cup of coffee towards him.
Quietly, Peter picked up the PADD, then smiled as he read the message. "Ah, good. The Mercy's will be here in an hour. This will be quite a surprise for Naois, he hasn't seen his parents for months now, and they'll be very pleased to see him."
"Does he know you called them?" Harley quipped, sipping her own coffee.
"No," Peter answered, smiling mischievously, "but the more the surprise is it not? After all he asked me to be his best man, that means I get to invite his parents. They were close-by, responding to a medical emergency, and they were thrilled to hear about the wedding."
"As thrilled as Vulcans get?"
Raising an eyebrow, Peter put down the PADD. "His mother is Vulcan, his father is quite human. And both are respected phycisians, though Commander Mercy is a Starfleet medical officer. Healer T'Val is a civillian healer, but equally qualified. We better get ready to receive them. I have heard Naois is somewhat occupied, dealing with Valeia's...mother?"
Harley nearly choked on her coffee. "Not her mother, caretaker more like I think. And you better be off, they paged you from the bridge an hour ago!"
"Ah yes, I got carried away on the holodeck." He nodded towards his precious klingon weapon. "I need more practice, I am out of shape."
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Feb 14, 2008 21:25:11 GMT
Heather was speechless, and that wasn’t something that happened every day or even every year. First, to see a Vulcan use humor is almost always unexpected. Second, his gallant introduction had of course struck the right chord with the human woman, and finally, his unabashed display of affection for his fiancé, emotions included, had been entirely disarming. Eyeing the Vulcan with renewed interest, the corner of her mouth had turned up slightly. ‘Perhaps I underestimated you…’ she conceded silently in the direction of her ‘opponent.’
As far as her reaction was concerned, Valeia felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. Although she had known Naois was a very capable man, it wouldn’t have surprised her in the least if, especially when asked to spin, he had indeed turned only to run away as fast as he could and never look back after that. Finally able to look at him for the first time since Heather’s ‘rampage’ had begun, Roquel beamed happily at her fiancé, reaching out to quietly take his hand.
‘I love you Naois.’ she communicated silently, giving his hand a gentle squeeze as her eyes never left his. For a moment, Valeia completely forgot that Heather was even there, her mind reaching out to meet his even as their eyes remained locked. Glancing between the two entirely distracted officers, Heather swallowed at the intensity between them. She had never seen her surrogate daughter look like that before, never, not since before her parents died and even then not quite like this… What was even more startling was that the love and joy was perfectly reflected on Naois’ face as well, a bit more restrained perhaps, but still there.
The psychiatrist had arrived here full of energy and on a mission to save Valeia from herself and from Naois. There had been no doubt in the woman’s mind that somehow the doctor had been swindled into marriage way too soon, and nothing in the world could have convinced her otherwise. She felt entitled to do whatever was necessary to save her surrogate daughter from disaster, but her bubble had just burst. Maybe this Captain Mercy wasn’t the enemy after all…
Squaring her shoulders, Heather shook her head. Nonsense. A little humor, some sort of grand gesture of introduction, and a single expression of affection couldn’t be entirely trusted. There were still plenty of tests this Vulcan had yet to pass. Glancing quickly once more at Valeia’s glowing face, the grief counselor pushed aside her doubts. She couldn’t give in just yet. That’d be way too easy, and you never wanted to make it easy for a man, even if he might just happen to be a good one. They all seemed like good ones at first after all.
“Well I don’t know about you, but I’m certainly in need of freshening up. I need to see my room...oh wait, John...I need to see your room then Valeia. I have several more hours before it will be safe; that’s when his transport leaves.” Heather announced, directing her words towards Valeia before turned her attention back to Naois. Moving well into his personal space, Heather wrapped herself around his other arm, and batted her eyelashes at him. “So what do you say, Mr. Mercy...escort a lady to quarters?” she purred at him demurely.
A bit surprised at the sudden flash of jealousy she felt, though well aware that it was entirely unnecessary and unreasonable, Valeia instinctively moved closer and held onto the arm she had a little tighter than before. She’d seen this act before, the trying to steal another woman’s guy act, although it had never been directed at anyone Valeia cared about before. Even knowing there was no way Heather would succeed, the doctor didn’t like this, not one bit. “Why don’t you escort us both to my quarters, darling?” Valeia suggested sweetly, sending a mild warning glare in Heather’s direction.
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Post by Marcus Brahms on Feb 17, 2008 10:46:06 GMT
They had been back at Resurrection for almost two day's now .. Almost everyone on the Phoenix had requested time to go over to the Star base to assist with repairs, and as the ship herself wasn't in need of anything but minor maintenance, Brahms was more than happy to let K'nara grant the requests ..
There were now almost twenty Star ships, from as many worlds, along with the small fleet of Engineers sent from Earth, in orbit around Resurrection, each doing all they could to ensure the base was back to full operating status as soon as possible.
Admiral O'Shasserra had arrived back the night before and had held a briefing with Marcus on her arrival. She too was move than pleased at the rate the work was going, and informed Headquarters that it would be 'weeks' rather than the estimated 'months' before they were fully operational again ..
One piece of good news that Polly received was the upcoming Wedding ...
"Our Captain Mercy ?" she had said, feigning shock at the revelation, "Academy Commandant Naois Mercy !"
"The same one yes Admiral." Brahms said, amused at her reaction, albeit joking ...
"Well well .. Now that is good news indeed .. So who is the lucky Bride ?" she asked.
"My Chief Medical Officer .. Lieutenant Valeia Roquel ..."
"Ahh yes .. I remember her .. This is very good news for both the ship and the station I think." Polly said, thinking hard, "Will they be holding the ceremony here or on the Dark Phoenix ?"
"Well I think they were talking of having it on the ship .. but you could always ask them yourself .. I'm sure they would take any request under consideration." Marcus said, grinning, knowing that Polly O'Shasserra could be 'very' persuasive when the situation required ..
"Oh I'll be speaking to both of them Admiral .. With your permission of course." she said, with a grin, "I am very interested to know what the good doctor has that changed our confirmed bachelor's mind on marriage .. It also raises the question of wether you or I will be loosing an Officer .. Or what their plans actually 'are' for after the Honeymoon !"
"Yes Sir." Brahms said, raising his eyebrows for a second, before getting up from his chair and replacing the coffee cup he was holding in the replicator, "Well if there's nothing else for now."
"No .. We'll hold a Senior Staff meeting tomorrow if possible .. I'll see you then Marcus."
Brahms nodded and left the office .. Heading for the turbo-lift, he would return to the ship ..........
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Feb 18, 2008 9:04:35 GMT
It had only been a few hours now since Heather’s ‘entrance’ and already, Valeia had more than enough. Between the flirting with Naois and the thinly veiled insults ranging from Vulcans to marriage to men in general and to Naois personally, Roquel was getting more and more furious with her surrogate mother by the minute. Captain Mercy for his part was handling things very well, deflecting and ignoring most of what was said while mentally trying to calm his increasingly distressed fiancé as best he could. It wasn’t helping. Heather was being clever, making her intent clear but being careful not to cross from what could be brushed off to what would demand some sort of response, especially with the flirting.
“…I’m sure you know what I mean Naois dear, being a counselor yourself.” the children’s therapist continued, patting Naois’ leg with one hand, but not keeping it there long enough for him to feel the need to remove it. “People say one thing and mean something completely different on an almost constant basis! Duplicity is almost a part of being sentient it seems. I mean, honestly, how many times do men say ‘I love you’ when what they really mean is that they just want a…”
“Heather, may I talk to you in the other room? Now…” Valeia interrupted. Her voice was calm, but her eyes were shooting sparks. The Betazoid had heard enough of this ‘small talk’ with the barely concealed agenda of driving Naois away.
“Why would you want to, when Naois and I are just getting to know each other?” Heather protested, once again patting his leg, letting her hand rest there just a little bit longer, just to push a little bit further. “Besides, if you really think there’s some sort of future with him, it doesn’t bode well that you don’t feel comfortable talking in front of him. Trust is an absolute necessity in any relationship and…”
“This isn’t about trusting Naois! I trust him with everything. The person I don’t trust is you, and I’ve had enough of you putting on this show trying to accomplish whatever it is you’re trying to do. You’ve just made it quite clear with your behavior that if I’m going to have a real conversation with you, one where you’re not pulling an act, it’s going to have to be just the two of us. So let’s go.” Valeia ordered, rising from the couch and storming towards the other room.
With a reluctant sigh, Heather rose from the other side of Naois, using his leg to help push herself up. “Sorry my dear, but this shouldn’t take long. Valeia can get a bit emotional at times. Best you find that out now and not before it’s too…”
“NOW Heather.”
“Alright, alright…” Heather replied, shrugging in Naois’ direction before moving to join Valeia. As the door closed behind her, the act dropped almost immediately. “I know you’re angry with me, but I’m just trying to figure out if he’s being genuine, Valeia. I care about you, and if he can’t handle the tests I’m throwing at him, then he’s not good enough for you. What is so wrong with me making sure…”
“What is wrong with that is it’s not your concern. I’m the one who should be making this decision, and I already have. I love him, Heather, and he loves me. Surely you can see that, even through your skewed perception.” Valeia retorted.
Heather tried to say something, but Valeia cut her off. “Oh no, I think you’ve said quite enough so far, and now it’s my turn. Naois is the sweetest, kindest, gentlest man I’ve ever met in my life, and what’s more, he is as deeply in love with me as I am with him. Do you know what it means to be in love when you’re telepathic? It means I can feel how he feels. Do you know what a mind-meld is, Heather? Well let me tell you something; you can’t hide what you’re feeling in a meld, and you can’t pretend. When I say I know Naois loves me, I don’t mean he just told me. I mean I’ve seen it, felt it. I know how he feels just like I know how I feel. I know you’ve never experienced that, so you have no basis for arguing against it.”
This information seemed to shock Heather, who remained silent. Still upset, Valeia continued. “Now, we love each other, we are getting married, and there is absolutely nothing you can do to stop it or change our minds. So I suggest you get over it, get used to it, and get ready for a wedding, because there is going to be one whether you like it or not. And if you want to be there, I suggest you change your behavior, because I won’t tolerate your attitude anymore.”
Turning away and storming back out into the living room, Valeia was beginning to feel much better and calmer now that she’d said what was on her mind. Before she could say a word to Naois, the console signaled another incoming message. With a slightly frustrated sigh, Roquel moved to retrieve it and was startled at what she found. Swallowing hard and closing the message, the doctor moved back to the couch to take Naois’ hand and pull him to his feet. He looked at her questioningly, but complied wordlessly. “We have some business to attend to, but we’ll be back later.” Valeia called out towards Heather, who still hadn’t followed Valeia into the living room, before leading Naois into the corridor.
“Your parents are arriving in a few minutes, Naois. Apparently, Commander Horn contacted them to tell them about the wedding and they were nearby. I didn’t think it was such a good idea for Heather to meet them just yet, especially right now.” Valeia informed him quietly, taking in his initially surprised reaction.
Slowly, Naois began to smile, causing her to relax and smile as well, albeit a little bit nervous. Valeia had gotten used to the idea of meeting them later, and now that the moment had arrived far sooner than it had appeared it would, she was beginning to grow worried. What if they didn’t like her? She hadn’t exactly had to deal with parents for a very long time. Holding Naois’ hand tightly as they made their way to the airlock, she tried to calm her nerves hoping that this would go well.
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Post by Tak Science on Feb 18, 2008 17:02:57 GMT
Tak had long been working at the Resurrection over the past two days. He had not, in fact, given much time at his own ship. However, as was so aformentioned, K'Nara found little difficulty in granting such requests as the actual Dark Phoenix was in relatively little need of maintaince herself. Tak's experiments were thus canceled, and no longer necessary for the time being. He had finished the publication of the his crystaline oxygen experiments and therefore had no need of continuation - they would most likely be lost in the endless Starfleet bueracracy anyways.
Therefore, he for once had down time that he was not going to waste anyway. In fact, he searched out Commander Horn. Attempting to find him through the computer system was not difficult, especially considering that the computer's maintaince was one of his prime activities as Chief Science Officer.
Thus, locating the officer whom seemed to also be off, he took the turbolift with a great deal of purpose. Being a Kzinti, he did not bother with the communicator. Dropping in on someone, as humans so addressed the activity, was not uncommon in his own culture. In fact, it was considered more polite than alerting someone to one's presence (which could be taken as pretensious or otherwise obnoxious.)
Soon finding himself to face the officer, he exhaled slowly. Looking to the other with his bent over stance, he took another glance before starting to speak, "I have heard that you have a certain program that alllows you to fight Klingon opponents on the Holodeck. I was wondering if you would care to join me in this pursuit. I do not, as of yet, know you very well on a personal level and therefore would enjoy knowing your blood - there is only one way that is greater to know one then joining them in combat by fighting along side them - that is fighting them."
<tag Horn>
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Post by Commander Peter Horn on Feb 18, 2008 20:43:25 GMT
Peter blinked in surprise, firstly because he hadn't expected the Kzinti officer to seek him out and secondly because he seemed out for his blood. "Do you mean to say you aim to injure me, ensign?" he asked, taking a slight step back from the feline, bringing him out of his claws range. Seeing no malice in the feline, nor sensing any, Peter dropped his guard a little.
"If you wish to practice, then I shall endeavour to accomodate you," he acknowledged, "however I do need to warn you that I am getting proficient with Klingon weapons. I will never be an expert like Commander Corval, but I am reasonably skilled."
The Vulcan led the cat back towards the holodeck, not too happy about the fact that he was entering a combat scenario once more. "Next time, perhaps check beforehand whether there is a training program running. I do not intend to keep training people separately," he noted, none too kindly. "I have just spent hours in this holodeck and I was hoping to spend the afternoon with my family. However, as you seem to insist on combat, I shall humour you...this time."
He gripped his bat'leth with both hands, waiting for the Kzinti to order one from the computer, anticipating a direct attack from his warrior opponent. He fully expected to at least be cut, as Tak seemed to want his blood. And he wasn't certain whether he had meant that in a figurative or a literal manner.
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