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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Jul 2, 2008 5:25:01 GMT
"I was not supposed to get near any water; you know I take great care to avoid injury if possible. My cadet just rescued me, as was part of the training, when all of a sudden we found ourselves in the middle of an ocean; however, not before I suddenly started to feel very sick and only wanted to vomit. I suspect Commander Rampton had something to do with it, and I do agree, perhaps I should tell him of my inability to swim," Naois replied while moving to wrap his arms around her.
At least slightly relieved to hear that he didn’t intentionally put himself in danger, and beginning to grow angry at Commander Rampton for being the one who did put him there, Valeia held him close and rested her head on his shoulder. She was beginning to feel a little better, but the doctor was still very concerned at how often it seemed her husband ended up injured in some way. "And learning to swim together sounds like a marvelous idea,” the counselor said before his face lit up with a goofy grin and his mind added, “At least I get to see more of you.”
Her face flushing slightly, Valeia tried to send him a scolding look but couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face, as she mentally replied, “Heard that.” The light moment was cut short as her husband’s attention was drawn to a tired looking security chief and Seleya leaving sickbay, while Harley remained behind with Lilah. The baby had been moved to a bed right next to her mother’s, so that the nurse could keep an eye on her child as they both tried to get some rest.
"What happened?" Naois asked quietly, his deep concern for his friend erasing the grin from his face almost instantly.
With a sigh, the doctor’s face fell too as she answered, “His wife was shot and his daughters abducted. They were rescued a little while ago and beamed here. They’re all going to be fine…but I don’t know anything about who did this or why.”
The furry on Naois’ face was entirely understandable, even if it did scare Valeia a little. Seeing him mad was terrifying and brought back bad memories the doctor was trying very hard to erase. "Admiral Brahms will have full base cooperation,” Captain Mercy commented, the look of furry still on his face. Shifting slightly, the Betazoid glanced down at her fingers, not knowing what to say and almost afraid to try anything. She was upset this had happened too, but from her side of things as long as they were all safe and healthy now, her side of the matter was closed.
After a few moments, Naois seemed to calm down and the anger began to seep away. "I will speak with him later. For now, I just wish to have some time with my wife. I am, after all, off duty and at your disposal. I am yours for the evening; what is your pleasure?" he asked, the silly grin and previous mood back in a flash to replace his anger and her fear, which both seemed to vanish rather quickly.
Tilting her head to one side and biting her lip, Valeia pretended to think about it. “Hmmm...I don’t know…I’m pretty tired...maybe I’ll just take a nap...” she teased, trying to keep a straight face and failing miserably as her own grin slide unbidden across her lips and look in her eyes left little doubt that she did not want a nap.
Luckily he easily picked up on exactly what she was really thinking and reached out for her hands, pulling her closer and kissing her softly. Valeia kissed him back, freeing her hands from his to wrap them around his neck and run her fingers through his hair, but after a few moments, she pulled back, smiling playfully at him. “Unfortunately, I’m still on duty, something that I plan to remedy right now.”
Taking his hand in hers, Valeia led him out of her office, before smiling up at him. “This will only take a minute. I’ll meet you in my quarters,” she said, moving towards Doctor Keller. “You do remember where they are, don’t you?” she threw over her shoulder, along with a vivid image of exactly what she was thinking about just to drive him crazy, before moving to talk to Sianna and hand over sickbay. The Betazoid was practically glowing she was so happy, a look that was easily recognizable to the sickbay staff as showing up only when Captain Mercy was there.
“I’m going off duty now, Sianna. Keep a close eye on Lilah’s infection to make sure it doesn’t flare up. She should be on a steady regiment of antibiotics for that. Harley should be fine, but I want her closely monitored to make sure there are no unforeseen complications with the pregnancy as a result of the trauma,” Valeia ordered, signing off on the two reports which she handed to the hologram. “I’m going to try to be in tomorrow to check on them but…well no promises,” Valeia added, her face flushing slightly, even though the smile didn’t waver in the slightest.
Doctor Keller somehow managed to keep a straight face and answered, “Don’t worry about a thing. I’ll take care of everything here. Enjoy your shoreleave.”
Her face lighting up just a tiny bit more, even though it seemed impossible, Valeia replied, “Thank you, Sianna. I will.” Doctor Mercy made a move to leave, but kicked into ‘doctor mode’ once more, and added. “Oh, but still let me know if there are any problems. If anything happens, I want to know about it.”
“Of course,” Sianna replied before giving her boss a little shove. “Now get out of here. Don’t keep him waiting.” Valeia didn’t waste any time, practically skipping for the door leaving a chuckling, smiling sickbay behind her as she sailed out the door.
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Post by Commander Peter Horn on Jul 2, 2008 19:50:28 GMT
Peter got to his quarters in a reasonably calm mood, quietly talking to his oldest daughter, who still clung to him. He had to pry her little fingers from his tunic as she refused to let go of him. Quietly, he touched her forehead, smiling gently as he set her down in her crib. "I shall be back soon," he promised the child, while he activated the holonanny. "And then I shall make you your favourite snack and after that we will go visit your mother and sister again."
The words of the doctor, spoken just before his departure still made him smile a little. They had wanted a son, especially after two girls, though if the third child had been a girl it would've been equally welcome. In Vulcan families, every child was wanted, there just was no other way. Leaving the nanny with specific isntructions, Peter pulled his bat'leth from the wall, changed into a black tunic and pants and tucked his Honour Blade in his left boot.
To his waistband, he attached a tricorder and phaser, tightly gripping the Klingon close combat weapon with his left hand. His expression was grim, bordering on fury by the time he left his quarters. "Computer, locate Commander Corval." He listened quietly as the computer gave him directions to the Klingon first officer's location on Resurrection.
Determined, Peter left the ship without informing Brahms of where he was going, beelining straight for Corval's last known location. "I am joining the search," he stated matter-of-factly, casting K'Nara such a look that he wouldn't take no for an answer.
~a little later~ "I am picking up her trace," Peter growled as he strode ahead of the team. He was yanked back by one of the base security officers as he thrust the tricorder into one of his companions' hands, gripping his bat'leth with both hands, holding it up before him, ready to strike.
"She is here," he said, his expression murderous, "and she is mine!" He shrugged free of the security officer, looking over his shoulder at K'Nara. "Permission to pursue?" He wanted to take her down, needed to take her down. At K'Nara's nod, after a hesitation, Peter sprinted away.
A scream of fury was heard echoing through the starbase corridors, followed by multiple cries of pain. Sheena fought her chief with all her might, letting her rage feed her actions and movements. Peter was forced back against a wall, swinging his weapon with expert easy, catching her in the leg. He was bleeding from several cuts in his face and on his arms and chest, but nothing major. Sheena was holding a knife, but she was losing ground quickly, not ready for the Vulcan's pure rage.
Her face was twisted in agony as Peter kept his gaze fixed on her, sending her all the agony she had caused him through a single mental attack. Another scream and Sheena collapsed to the deck, right at his feet. Peter echoed her scream and slumped against the wall, emotionally drained. "She is not dead," he explained as security helped him back to his feet, "she was not worth the effort. Take her away, Starfleet will deal with her further."
The Vulcan looked up at his superior officer. "Thank you," he said simply, though he wasn't quite sure what he was thanking K'Nara for.
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Post by K'nara Corval on Jul 2, 2008 20:37:32 GMT
K'Nara could not deny Peter Horn to accompany them on the hunt for Sheena. He was more angry than she had ever seen him and armed with a Bat'leth, although not an expert at welding it, he was a dangerous force in these circumstances.
Having located the deputy security officer he went running off. The screams that followed were worthy of warriers having come face to face with Gre'Thor. Upon finding him again both were on the floor panting. There were some minor slashes and cuts. Some blood, which in K'Nara's experience looked worse than they actually were.
"She is not dead," he explained as security helped him back to his feet, "she was not worth the effort. Take her away, Starfleet will deal with her further."
Then for some completly perplexing reason he thanked her. She whipped the Bat'leth out of his hand, Horn looking stunned for a moment. As he moved to make a swip for it again, she pulled it out of his reach and looked at him firmly.
"You came very close to losing control Mr Horn. You can have this back once you have calmed down. NOW go be with your family. Leave this piece of baktag to me," K'Nara demanded casting an eye over Sheena who was shuddering.
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"If you do not do as I order I will be forced to inform Commoredore Brahms of your being here," she countered knowing full well the Vulcanoid had not got permission. She doubted Brahms even knew he was off the ship.
"Now back to the Phoenix."
She nodded at Brooks who had just made the scene and he helped Peter to walk away.
"Please inform LtC Stance Crusader we have apprehended Sheena Evans," she barked at one of the officers, "And she can have her office back. You have all done an excellent good job and I will be sure to mention that in my report. You two please escort myself and Sheena Evans to the Phoenix."
The crowd dispersed, the Klingon not one of the two she had selected staying behind as K'Nara reached down and literally yanked Sheena up. She glared at him.
"I will accompany you," he boomed roughly taking hold of Sheena's other arm as one of the men fell into step behind them phaser pointed in case she tryed anything more.
"There is an issue I need to discuss with you," the Klingon spoke in Klingonese. K'Nara narrowed her eyes at him yet did not order him away. They marched forward as she hit her comm badge.
=^=Corval to Brahms. We have apprehended Sheena and are on route back to the Phoenix. Please meet us at the Brig=^=
Tag <Horn/ Brahms>
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Post by Naois Mercy on Jul 3, 2008 11:49:31 GMT
"The way to where?" Naois answered obligingly as he ducked out of sickbay. He knew the way to her quarters only too well, he wouldn't need directions as he could find it blindly if he needed to. On his way he passed Peter Horn and staggered back when the force of the young man's anger struck him. He shook his head, trying to clear the anger and the subsequent ill feeling from his mind. As a counselor, he'd be obliged to go talk to the younger officer, but as a friend, he understood the need to be left alone.
Pretending not to have noticed, Naois walked on and entered Valeia's quarters, using the access codes he'd been provided with. He still needed to talk to Rampton and decided to do so before heading for a shower and wait for his wife. "Computer, establish connection with Starbase Resurrection, locate Commander Rampton."
The connection was quickly established. "Greetings commander," the Vulcan greeted his friend, "there is something I need to discuss with you. You invaded my training program, even disrupted it. However there is something that you could not have known. Your last disruption nearly caused me to drown." He was direct and blunt and he knew it, but it was generally the best way to get information across. "I cannot swim," he finally explained, "I never learned how. However, I am seeking to learn as soon as possible and Valeia will learn with me."
After signing off, and expressing once more that he hadn't faulted Rampton for not knowing, Naois kicked off his boots, stripped down and stepped into the sonic shower, while waiting for Valeia to come home.
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Post by Commander Peter Horn on Jul 4, 2008 10:48:45 GMT
Peter controlled his anger as much as was possible when K'Nara confiscated his weapon, clenching his hands into fists at his side as his glare shot daggers at her. However, he nodded at her and stalked away, fully conscious of the fact that he had indeed left the ship without authorisation and had joined the hunt without that same authorisation. K'Nara could've issued him an official reprimand for that, but he was grateful she seemed to understand his need to be there.
He watched as security dragged Sheena away, kicking and screaming, hurling insults and death-threats at him. The Vulcan shook Brooks off when he was recovered sufficiently, but Ian persisted on holding him up. "You're in no condition to go anywhere but home," the young security officer whispered at him.
Peter blinked, staring at his crewman in utter confusion for a few seconds. Then he shook his head, willing his anger back but failing miserably. "I shall need a new assistant," he murmured absently, as if unaware of his friend for the moment. He picked up his phaser from the floor, where he had dropped it when Sheena had jumped at him, wincing as a cut across his ribs burned viciously. It was a superficial cut, unworthy of a doctor's attention, and he'd take care of it himself when he got the chance.
Then, he simply stared at Brooks and a small smile spread across his face. A smile that, because of his lingering fury, had a hint of malice in it. "I suppose I got the ideal candidate right here," he offered, "assuming the candidate would accept the responsebility?" Seeing Brooks was too stunned to respond, Peter took it to mean that he needed time to think on it and without waiting for an answer, he dragged the young man along.
"Too dangerous to go home right now," he explained, the hint of anger back in his voice, a certain agressiveness to his manners. Anyone in his department knew to stay clear, if their Vulcan chief was in a bad mood, for he was known for his tempers, despite his usually excellent self-control. "The nanny can take care of Seleya, I am going to the holodeck, and you will spar with me." There was no saying 'no' for poor Brooks as he got unceremoneously dragged along.
They approached the holodeck upon which the Vulcan keyed in the command for a training exercise. When the doors opened, they stood on a practice range similar to the one Naois had used on one of his training sessions. "You will have choice of weapons," Peter offered, "but be prepared to defend yourself, for I am in a very bad mood, and I need to work off my anger." It was a pre-emptive apology, or an attempt thereto. He picked up a long wooden staff. "I shall have just this," he added as he swung the staff around for good measure, feeling the balance of it. Then he crouched, holding it nearly horizontally before him, the left end edged a little upwards while the right almost pointed to the floor. "Ready?"
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Post by Mel D'BrooNi on Jul 6, 2008 21:29:41 GMT
Joint post between Horn and Brooks
Ian shrugged realising it was best his boss worked this out his system. He wished however K'Nara had escorted him back to the Phoenix as he had a feeling he was about to get kicked around somewhat. He shook his arms out and grabbed a wooden staff identical to what Horn was holding and brought himself into a stance.
With a quick movement, Peter jumped to his feet from his crouched position, swinging down the staff hard from the left, then in quick succession brought up the right end. He intended to unbalance his opponent, which seemed to be working in part. "Defend yourself," he growled under his breath.
Ian heard himself grunt in pain before actually feeling it. Regaining his footing again, he ran forward stepping round and attempted to strike the Vulcan in the side. Horn was however to fast.
Peter ducked under the swing gripped the staff on one side and used it to swing Ian's legs from under him. From there, he helped Ian back to his feet and dropped into a crouch again, awaiting Ian's next move.
He shook his neck from side to side and stepped back slightly before stepping forward once more, staff in front of him in both hands. Horn blocked him and both men stood before each other, staffs pushing against each other. "You know, I think I would like to take that position," Ian said casually.
"Really," Peter answered, pushing with all his might, his hands turning a very pale green from the power exerted on the staff. "Prove it how much you would want it." With a firm shove, he pushed Ian aside and danced around the security officer, reversing his grip on the staff.
Ian used the opportunity as Horn danced round his right to feign going one way, but immediately went the other with the staff. He finally got a hit in to the Vulcanoid’s side. He wandered back a couple of steps as Horn recovered from the surprise. "I used to play basketball," he mumbled.
"Obviously," Peter gasped, shifting his weight onto his other foot as he ducked under another swing. Rolling with it, he got back to his feet using the staff for leverage. "Still, prove how much you deserve the position." He tossed the staff aside. "No tricks," he stated. "No dirty fighting."
Ian also tossed aside the wooden staff and launched into a running kick that would have made the XO proud.
Not expecting such a swift alteration of battle, Peter was too slow to respond and Ian's boot caught him squarely in the chest. Winded, he fell into the sand, shaking his head. His anger further sparked, he got to his feet, advanced on Ian and literally threw him several meters away. Fortunately for Ian, the sand made a soft landing and the Vulcan hadn't used all of his strength in the toss. As he had promised no tricks, Peter was forced to just wrestle him instead of using a nerve-pinch. He sat on his new assistant, trying to keep him from getting up.
"Do me . . . . a favour . . . ." Ian gasped as Horns weight crushed him. "Don't ever . . . . .teach Mel that . . . ."
"Teach her what?" Peter asked as he fought to keep Ian down, holding his wrists pressed into the sand.
"Any wrestling . . . . ever. Can you get up now?"
"No." Peter remained exactly where he was, smiling maliciously.
Ian pushed both Horns thumbs up and to the side, causing a grunt from him. He applied some more pressure pushing further forward as the Vulcanoid yelped in pain considering for a moment Brooks was actually going to break his fingers. Catching the Vulcanoid’s pupils dilating fast in surprise, Ian roughly pushed him off him and managed to roll to one side.
“Fine,” he yelled jumping to his feet again and deciding he was not having the words greatest day despite being offered promotion. He adopted a tiger style stance with his hands clawed. Horn ran at him once more, Ian crossing his arms at the wrists and using the power from both to push his bosses’ limbs to one side, leaving him free to kick him once more, this time directly in the stomach. “I also used to study Shaolin,” Ian informed him as Horn stumbled once more.
Fifteen minutes later, Ian to his delight having remembered several moves from tiger, crane, monkey and eagle style, Horn clearly never having seen any before but adapting incredibly fast to the point where they were both throwing each other round the holodec equally, Ian flew back and fell over a rock. Both men panting, Horn slid down a tree, the tiredness from his encounter with Sheena, the last few hours of worry and what they were engaging in finally starting to get to him.
“We done?” Ian asked after finally getting his breath back.
Horn finally nodded, Ian pulling himself up and helping his boss.
They walked towards the exit, Ian’s side throbbing. “Hey when everything’s calmed down again, I was wondering. Could I borrow Harley for something?”
Tag <Horn>
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Post by Commander Peter Horn on Jul 7, 2008 17:55:11 GMT
Still gasping for breath, but his anger all gone, Peter limped out of the holodeck, a hand pressed against his abdomen. "You may have actually cracked one of my ribs," he stated matter of factly, though a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "What do you need Harley for?"
Brooks merely smiled and Peter frowned in response. "You will need to discuss whatever you need her for with her," he continued, "she is not my property and she does not need my permission to do anything." It was pretty much true, she didn't need his permission for anything, though she generally did ask.
Together, they made their way to sickbay and Sianna had trouble containing her laughter when the two bruised, haggard looking men sauntered into sickbay. "Look what the cat dragged in," she chuckled, gently nudging the now awake Harley.
Harley's eyes widened as she recognised her husband under the dusted figure that limped towards her. "What've you done to yourself," she demanded, though she too had trouble containing her laughter.
"Making you laugh," Peter answered merrily, happy to see his beloved awake and fairly well again. Well enough to laugh anyway. "I ah..." He exchanged a curious look with Ian. "We practiced on the range," he finally settled on, though he could see Harley didn't believe him. "I shall be allowing the doctor her little examination now," he finally gave in, walking away with the hologram. "Oh, Harley?"
Turning slightly, insofar her gravid body would allow, Harley raised an eyebrow. "Yes?"
"I believe Ian wanted a word, in private." He nodded to a biobed a couple if meters away. "If I am needed, I shall be overthere." The last word was rushed as the EMH propelled him away, muttering under her holographic breath about security chiefs and injuries.
Harley turned back to Ian. "You needed a word?" she prompted. 'Oh, I believe congratulations are in order?" She smiled secretly. "There's little Peter can hide from me, no matter how much he'd like to. He's an open book, really."
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Post by Mel D'BrooNi on Jul 7, 2008 20:24:45 GMT
JP between Harley and Brooks
Ian merely chose to smile politely at the open book comment, deciding it certainly didn't apply during combat in the least. "Thank you." He sat down lightly on the end of the bio bed more to the fact his side was throbbing than anything. "I would just like to say I am really pleased that you’re all okay."
"And was wondering if I could ask you a huge favour?"
"I'm sure poor Pete is equally pleased," Harley remarked brightly while hugging Lilah to her. "He gets that way, poor man. Now, what can I do for you?"
Ian took a deep breath. "Okay I was wondering if you would help me . . . with some shopping. One thing precisely. I could do with someone female and with exquisite taste."
Raising an eyebrow Vulcan style, Harley gazed at her husband's friend. "Surely Melanie would be the person to ask then?" she queried innocently.
Ian flushed red for the only time Harley had ever seen him. "Not when it’s for Melanie. I was thinking I might ask her to marry me." He raised his head and smiled.
"Ahhh." If possible her smile brightened as she attempted to sit up a little straighter. "Took you long enough to come to your senses. Peter somewhat pondered on when you'd do it, he was almost ready to start dropping hints. Not that he does hints, he's Vulcan after all."
Ian laughed. "I could have asked Peter I suppose but your Mel's best friend on the ship."
"And Peter's not a romantic. Well he is in his own way but not this. No you're right, this needs a woman's touch. So what did you have in mind? Anything specific?" Melanie was her friend, but she didn't really know her tastes at all now that she thought about it.
"Well," Ian said fishing something out of his pocket. "It needs to be about this size." He handed a ring to Harley. "And I kind of need to get one before she realises this is missing. And I know the human customs to give a diamond but she really likes Andorian jewellery. So I thought maybe we could look at some of that?"
"Diamond?" Harley really laughed this time, drawing a stare from her husband several beds over. She shook her head at him, then fixed her attention on Ian again. "Once I get released from sickbay, we'll go over to Resurrection. I could do with the walk." She paused, looking at the ring. "Perhaps Andorian gold," she murmured, "or perhaps silver as it'd get the icy planes across that Andor is famous for. I don't know, we'll see."
Ian smiled. "That’s wonderful. Thank you. And lunch will be on me." He winked at her and stood up. "I guess I better let Sianna look at me now."
"Oh you had better. Otherwise you'll get an earful from Melanie. Trust me on this, because rest assured my mate hasn't heard the last of this yet."
Ian walked over to the tutting hologram and prepared for the worst.
Sianna shook her head in dismay, shooing Peter from the biobed, admonishing him to go back to his wife and take her home and spoil her. Now, she turned on Ian. "And what made you think you could beat a fully trained Vulcan?" she remarked, while urging him onto the bed.
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Post by Sharon Wolf on Jul 8, 2008 19:41:29 GMT
Sharon looked at Quinn and shook her head.
"I don't know whats gotten into you but you are not yourself since we left your homeworld and even before that, you stand there looking at me but not saying a word, what do I have to do stand here naked before I get a response?" Sharon asked.
Sharon didn't even bother to wait on an answer, she walked past him and headed to the turbolift, I' refuse to play games with him. She thought to herself, maybe this is the way they do things on his world but enough was enough.
Sharon entered the lift turning she saw him looking her way, he had not even bothered to stop her or follow her, all he did was stand there, so as far as she was concerned it was over between them, she took the lift down to the transporter room and beamed over to the starbase.
She transported over and headed to the promenade where she found her parents in a lounge, she hugged them both and had a seat.
"Sharon, whats going on?" Her mom asked.
'I thought I had a boyfriend, our ops officer Quinn Dexter, hes a nice guy but, I don't think he knows what he wants. Since we left his homeplanet, and after he healed from getting stabbed, he has basically ignored me, so I approached him on the bridge and asked him if he would like to have dinner together tonight." Sharon said.
"Ok, what did he say?" Her Dad asked scowling.
"Thats the thing, he said nothing, just looked at me and went back to work, so by the time I reached my quarters, I had cried, I refused to let him see me cry on the bridge. Thats why when you called I had been crying, but thats not all of it." Sharon said.
"Go on." Rose said.
"After I took a shower and got cleaned up and dressed, the door chime rang, when I went to the door, he was standing there, again with nothing to say. I asked him what does it take to get your attention, stand here naked? He had no reply, i just walked by him as if he was not there." Sharon said.
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Post by quinndexter on Jul 9, 2008 14:49:33 GMT
Their departure from Aaranoch had left Quinn reeling, his belief in Starfleet had been shaken, so much so that he couldnt bring himself to speak to his fellow officers. For the whole trip back, he didnt say a word to anyone, the turmoil going on within himself not allowing him too, even Sharon, as much as it hurt him to.
When they had arrived at Starbase, Quinn had made a decision, first he went to Sharons room, to take a last look at her. Then he returned to his room and changed into Aasimar garb, packed up his belongings, leaving anything to do with Starfleet behind and left the Pheonix without a word to anyone and booked himself a place on the first flight to Aaranoch.
Revenge against those who sought to hurt him and his friends was coming, and it was not going to be stopped.
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Post by Marcus Brahms on Jul 9, 2008 15:53:13 GMT
After seeing Peter's children in sick-bay, Marcus made his way back to his ready room. Once there, he contacted Admiral O'Shasserra, updating her on the progress of the search. He was about to close the comm, when he was contacted by his Executive Officer ...
=^= Corval to Admiral Brahms .. We have apprehended Sheena and are on route back to the Phoenix .. Please meet us at the Brig =^=
=^= Confirmed K'nara .. Well done =^=
Closing the Comm with Corval, Brahms continued to speak with O'Shasserra ..
=^= You heard that Admiral ? =^=
=^= Yes Marcus .. It's a relief the children are well and we have their abductor in custody =^=
=^= I think we can drop the blockade and start releasing vessel as quickly as we can =^=
=^= I'll give the order to resume traffic myself .. O'Shasserra out =^=
Leaving the ready room, Brahms headed to deck three, and the ships' Brig ...
Sheena was stood in the middle of the holding cell, almost defiantly staring K'nara and the others down, possibly hoping to get hold of a weapon. Brahms watched her silently for almost a full minute before speaking to the Ex-Security Officer ..
"Why ?"
Evans' expression had changed to one of total indifference as Brahms had looked at her in silence. It remained so once he'd spoken.
"Why take the children Sheena ...... Surely they were no threat to you. Why do this ?" Brahms tried again, but got the same response, or lack of ..
"Admiral O'Shasserra wants her moving to the Resurrections Brig ......" Marcus said, aiming the comment at K'nara, but never breaking eye contact with the woman in the cell, "...... I want every piece of information you can squeeze from her before that ...... Understand me !"
K'nara nodded, managing to stem a grin that was about to form.
Still looking at Evans, Brahms shook his head, then turned to leave the Brig ..
"I'll be on the Bridge." he said, then without a word from anyone in the room, he walked out .. Sheena must have known that he had just possibly signed her death warrant ..........
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Post by Jane Davison on Jul 12, 2008 11:00:17 GMT
Jane was carrying her packed bags toward the Dark Phoenix when Captain Mercy walked up beside her and asked if he could walk with her. Jane smiled at the captain as she said. “Of course sir.” They both had changed since their little swimming adventure, and Jane no longer felt annoyed at Rampton for his little stunt. The look on his face as he awoke from the effects of her nerve pinch was more than enough to make up for it. Walking with the Captain he explained that his partner lived on the Dark Phoenix. After getting permission to board the ship the Captain wished her luck on her assignment and they went their separate ways. Checking the computer panel on the wall she had it show a map of the ship and point her in the direction of her quarters. Following the flashing lights that appeared on the computer panels as she walked down the corridor Jane nodded at the crewmember that passed her. Arriving in her quarters Jane let the filled bags slide off her arms and drops heavily on the floor. Now it began she thought.
Sitting on the closest chair she looked around the quarters she was struck by the decor a picture of space hung on the wall. Jane shook her head as she thought that is the first to go, she was in space she didn’t need a picture of it. Leaning back in her chair she closed her eyes she was still tired from the long swim she endured made even worse by the fact that she had to hold onto Captain Mercy the whole way.
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Post by Commander Peter Horn on Jul 12, 2008 11:19:57 GMT
After being examined by Sianna, Peter returned to his wife's side, delighted by the fact that at last they'd have a son. Stroking her hair, Peter leaned close to his wife. "I am proud of you," he whispered to her, "and I love you."
It was something rarely expressed and Harley could see and sense he meant every word of it. However, something troubled her by the way he said it. "You're going to interrogate her aren't you?" she whispered back.
Peter started to shake his head, then nodded. "I wish to be there when she is interrogated, but I shall refrain from doing so myself. With Brooks occupied, I may turn to our new senior marine officer to see to it. Ian needs his time off as well, and he has not been able to spend any time with Melanie lately."
Harley nodded in return. "That much is true, but I don't get to see much of you either. You work too much."
"I am the chief tactical and security officer," the Vulcan replied stiffly, before giving her another kiss. "I shall return soon and then I shall take you and the girls home. I promise." And Peter liked to believe he was a man who always made good on his promises.
Leaving sickbay, he asked the computer to locate second lieutenant Jane Davison. He followed the directions given to her quarters, then signaled his presence. "I require your assistance in the brig," he said curtly, expecting her to follow immediately when he walked away.
= brig =
Peter and Jane walked in on K'Nara, who stood glaring before the forcefield. "Lieutenant Davison shall conduct the interrogation," the Vulcan informed the first officer, "I am currently unqualified to do so due to my personal involvement. Lieutenant Brooks is off-duty, Lieutenant Davison will step in for us. You and I shall observe, though you may intervene when you feel it is necessary."
He knew he had to remain neutral here, but he couldn't promise that he wouldn't intervene. In fact he felt such rage boil up at the sight of the woman who had nearly killed his family, that he shoved Davison aside, ignored K'Nara and stepped up to the forcefield at such speed that the brig officer barely had time to deactivate it to let him in. As CTSO he still held the authority to question anyone, even if this prisoner had caused him grief.
Sheena on her part didn't move as she saw Peter approach; instead, her face took on a look of utter contempt. "Ah look who comes to bother me now," she sneered, "afraid your Klingon will kill me? Or are you going to do the honours yourself?"
"I have no wish to kill you," Peter answered coldly, advancing on her and coming to a halt a few centimeters before her. His anger could be felt even by the non-telepaths present, but he took care to control it. "I do wish to know why. Your quarrel is with me, not my family. I offer you the chance to settle it now."
Sheena glared at her former superior officer, baring her teeth in disgust. "And to think I once loved you," she spat, raising her hand to strike him. When he made no attempt to block it, she swung hard. "You are such a coward." She looked up at Davison and K'Nara. "Isn't he? He dares not strike a woman!"
Peter turned his back on her, quietly rubbing his cheek. Then he swung round to strike back but his wrist was caught by the marine officer. He nodded at her and stepped back, watching in silence. He'd get his chance sooner or later, and he'd draw the information he wanted right from her mind.
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Post by Jane Davison on Jul 12, 2008 11:59:57 GMT
Jane caught his wrist just before he could make contact with her face, he turned and gave Jane a nod and he stepped back slightly. Jane raised her eyebrows at him expectantly as she said. “I am going to need some room to work Sir.” Turning back to the woman Jane gave a short smile but the smile portrayed nothing but disgust. Commander Horn had briefed Jane on Sheena’s crimes on their way to the brig. Jane looked back to make sure Commander Horn had moved back enough, when she saw he had she turned back again to face Sheena. “Let me tell you something Sheena Commander Horn here interrupted my nap and I get very cranky when I have to skip my nap so do yourself a favour and tell us what we want to know, or this is going to become very unpleasant for you.”
<tag Horn>
“Ok have it your way.” Jane said with a fake hint of regret in her voice. Jane grabbed Sheena by the collar and lifted her up from the sitting position Sheena was in. Pushing her up hard against the wall her head hit with a dull thud. “Tell us why you went after his family.”
Still no answer. Jane let go of Sheena and she fell hard to the floor, She had landed on her stomach which presented Jane with a golden opportunity. Kneeling down quickly Jane grabbed Sheena’s left wrist and began to twist it hard. Jane got it to the point just before the bone snapped and moved her head close to sheena’s ear. Jane whispered “I promise you I will break it unless you start to talk.” Jane moved her knee and placed it on Sheena’s back and began to put her full weight on her slowly twisting her wrist as she did so. Jane slowly started to inch the wrist closer and closer to breaking when Sheena let the first moan of pain escape her lips. “Oh now we are getting somewhere and it is only going to get worse for you.” Jane said with determination in her voice.
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Post by Naois Mercy on Jul 12, 2008 13:09:44 GMT
Rubbing his hands through his hair in an attempt to make himself a little presentable, Naois stepped out of the sonic shower and got himself dressed. He'd had some time to ponder on what to do when his wife got home but he still hadn't been able to think of anything. He was halfway through getting dressed when he heard the door slide open and shut.
Dressed only in his pants, holding a shirt idly in his hands, he walked out to meet the visitor. A smile spread across his usually stoic face when Valeia walked in. "There you are," he beamed as she walked up to him and he wrapped his arms tightly around her. Then he held her at arm's length and studied her for a long moment, before taking her in his arms again, kissing her with a passion he'd not shown her before. "I missed you, terribly," he whispered in her ear.
He held his breath when she seemed to hang on to him for dear life, for once glad he hadn't gotten himself completely dressed before meeting up with her. There'd not have been any point, with the signals he was getting from her, both physically and mentally. Naois smiled to himself as he let himself be guided by his wife's emotions.
~later~ Naois sat nestled in his favourite chair in Valeia's quarters, holding a glass of wine up before his face, scrutinising it. "I have contacted Rampton," he said earnestly, "and I have let him know that I do not appreciate his meddling with my training programs." He sighed, sipping the wine lightly, grimacing as he set it aside. He didn't like wine, never had and probably never would despite his attempts to at least find one he would tolerate.
"Did you want to visit the starbase?" he finally asked, rising from his seat to walk around a little. "A new restaurant has opened up on the promenade, they actually serve palatable hasperat, vegetarian too." His eyes beheld a spark of amusement as he regarded his wife. "And perhaps after that we could go for a walk in the arboretum. That too has been completely redesigned, and the flowers are in full bloom. You would enjoy seeing them, I am certain of it."
Seeing that she didn't respond immediately, he knelt before her and took her hands in both of his. "What is bothering you love," he asked softly, "you know you can talk to me. I am your husband, not your counselor." He grimaced. "I would not dare try to counsel you, the Phoenix has a very capable counselor if that should be required. Please, talk to me?"
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Post by K'nara Corval on Jul 13, 2008 20:19:10 GMT
K'Nara watched as the new marine twisted Sheenas wrists with some approval. Leaning back against the bulkhead she considered joining in. Something the human had said earlier was irritating her.
"Lieutenant," she said sharply. "I would like a word with the prisoner. Please step to one side for the moment."
The blond looked up and subsequently realised it was the XO asking and a Klingon at that. With a twing of regret she threw Sheena's wrists back and complied.
K'Nara walked in and looked down at the former security officer now rubbing her wrists. She promptly kicked her hard in the stomach.
"I would just like to make one thing clear, I am not his nor anyone elses Klingon. I follow my own path and if I chose so to kill you, don't think for a second, ANYONE would be able to stop me." She kicked her again for good measure, something cracked. Behind her she felt Horn start to move. Putting one hand up, he no doubt sensing no intent on going further he stopped with a glance to the marine. Once Sheena had her wind back once more, she spoke again.
"Your only saving grace is I see no honor in you nor in killing you. BUT understand this, I am willing to stand here and let him," She jabbed a finger in Peters direction, "and this lady do what they see fit until YOU talk. And if you don't talk I'm just going to go ahead and let Mr Horn intiate a mindmeld. The first option, your in control. The second your not. In fact your completely wide open. Perhaps think about that," she stepped back and nodded back at Jane to continue or Horn to step forward.
Tag <Peter/ Jane/ Sheena>
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Post by Commander Peter Horn on Jul 13, 2008 20:40:50 GMT
Sheena had remained utterly silent during Jane's maltreatment of her, and had even managed to spit at her in disgust. She uttered a yelp of pain when her arms were roughly twisted behind her but still refused to answer the questions asked. She curled up in a ball in an effort to protect herself against the Klingon, the muffled a cry of pain when she felt a rib snap.
Peter stood by, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest, his expression blank. However when K'Nara started kicking her, he pushed himself off and stepped forward, ready to intervene. This was an interrogation after all, not a torture session Klingon style. As K'Nara moved away, Peter stopped moving forward, listening to the lecture she was now delivering to the still cowering woman.
He raised an eyebrow when she suggested he mindmeld with the woman. "I am not authorised to perform a mindmeld," he spoke up, after a long silence. His expression however, changed when he saw the look of triumph on Sheena's face. "However in this instance, I am inclined to disobey such a direct order."
The Vulcan stepped forward and handed his phaser to Jane. "Lieutenant Davison, please hold on to this for me, as well as my dagger. Be ready to intervene if something goes wrong." He motioned for her to step back, but remain close enough to intervene should that become necessary.
Sheena reached up towards the kneeling Vulcan, her fingers tightening around his throat as he leaned forward. Peter ignored the discomfort, there was no strength in her grip thus it didn't concern him much. His fingers easily found the katrapoints on her face and he delivered the usual incantation to initiate a mind meld.
The brig dissolved around him as his mind plunged into Sheena's, diving deeper and deeper into her memories. He could feel her struggle with all her might, but currently he was the stronger party. Her hatred for him sent him reeling when he encountered it, but he persisted and went on. He witnessed their first meeting, the consequent dating and his need of her when he entered his first Pon Farr. From there, her love for him diminished instantly, turned first into jealousy and finally hatred.
He could see why she started to resent him, even though he could not understand. He had never wronged her, he had always respected her as a friend and fellow officer. There was no true reason for her discontempt of him and he conveyed his pity for her to her.
The next moment, he found himself lying flat on his back, clutching at his abdomen where she'd managed to viciously kick him. He gasped for breath, his vision edged grey as he tried to get his bearings. After a few seconds, he sat up and watched Sheena lie unconscious in her cell.
"There is no true reason for her hatred," he reported sadly, "only spite for our breaking up when I married Harley. Spite and jealousy." He shook his head. "Jealousy is the one emotion I cannot understand. What drives someone to try such a terrible act? She does not understand she nearly killed my daughter, she only understands that she managed to hurt me, which was her intention all along. She never meant to hurt my children."
He crawled back to his feet, leaning heavily against the wall. "I want her to be sent to a Vulcan rehabilitation colony. She is mentally ill and would benefit from their treatment. I do not wish for her to be locked up forever in solitary confinement, that will kill her."
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Post by Mel D'BrooNi on Jul 13, 2008 21:26:25 GMT
Ian got back to yelling after finally escaping from the holodoc. Surprisingly it wasn’t Mel. Lorena sounded furious though. “I will speak to the Captain. I will speak to the star base. He has to have come from one or the other. This is not on. To give a child . . . .”
“I’m not a child,” Tay snarled at his mother, as Ian settled next to Mel on the couch looking completely bamboozled.
“You’re a child and your disobeyed me AGAIN. When I tell you to come straight home from school you DO NOT detour. Do I need to speak to Mr Horn again to get you to behave?” the elder Hannez demanded as Mel looking tired pulled Ian’s arm round her. It wasn’t until that movement that he noticed she was holding a dagger in her other hand.
“No,” Tay backed down meekly. “I’m sorry mum. It’s just . . .”
“WHAT?” Lorena demanded, eyes flashing.
“Kusto dared me to speak to the Klingon,” Tay said pacing looking annoyed.
Lorena looked confused for a second. Mel finally spoke as she turned the dagger round looking at it intently. “The Bajoran child in his math and science classes.”
“Well I will be speaking to his mother,”
“No mum. No please. He said I would be a coward if I didn’t and if you go do that he will hate me,”
Mel handed the dagger to Ian as her mother and brother continued to bicker over whether or not Lorena would speak to the Bajoran’s mother.
“There was a male Klingon wandering about and the boys followed him, then Tay was dared to go speak to him,” she filled him in.
“And he gave him a dagger?” Ian asked in amazement. It had a family crest on it. One that looked familiar somehow. You either had to win something like that in battle or be given it as a gift. Klingons did not just give weapons as gifts to just anyone. Especially children. In fact it was incredibly rare. Klingons didn’t really go in for making friends much at all.
“MUM Pleaaaase,” Tay whined.
“He said he was waiting to speak to K’Nara but could spare no further time and wanted him to give the dagger to her once Tay shot his mouth off that he knew her. K’Nara’s down in the brig and wisely security refused to let him anywhere near it, so he didn’t tell them about the dagger when he decided to extend his already extended field trip back from school,” Melanie sighed. Ian knew she was getting fed up of the same song and dance with Tay. And Lorena was certainly not in the mood for the young Trills continuing disobedience today. He hugged her as they watched Lorena begin to yell again.
“You DO NOT talk to strange Klingons. Do you understand me? Tay he could have been up to anything,” Lorena continued as Tay edged behind the couch corner nearest Ian.
“He had a Starfleet uniform on,” he argued back. “The same colour as Ian’s.” He pointed at Ian’s currently dusty uniform.
“Right I’m definitely speaking to the Star base,” Lorena insisted knowing full well the only Klingon on the Phoenix was K’Nara.
“Lorena, let me do it,” Ian injected realising it was the Klingon from the search earlier and the fact K’Nara had angered the Star base chief enough already, they really could do without his angry and hopefully soon to be mother in law, causing a further situation. Besides in his new position he would no doubt end up working with the lady again in the future.
“I’ll make sure it’s dealt with and that the Captains aware as well. Peter will tell him personally I’m sure,” Mel kissed him gently on the cheek and stood up as Lorena’s shoulders finally lowered. She bowed at him. “Thank you Ian.”
Both turned to watch Mel kneel down opposite Tay. There was a tear rolling down his cheek. “Do you remember how worried you were when I was kidnapped on Aaranoch?” she asked taking his hand. “And Seleya got abducted.”
Tay sobbed loudly nodding.
“Well that’s how worried we get about you when you do things like this. Mum’s right. He could have been dangerous. You shouldn’t talk to strangers.”
“I’m sorry,” Tay sobbed harder. Lorena finally started to soften.
“Right come on, we will talk about this in our quarters. We have trespassed on your sister and Ian long enough. I’m sorry honey, I just panicked and . . .”
“Its okay mum,” Mel said planting a kiss on her brother and then her mother’s cheek.
Lorena and Tay finally left.
“The drama never stops,” Mel told him as he pulled her into his arms. The first time they had been alone in a long time. He kissed her for a long time then she looked up at him mildly confused.
“How did you get covered in sand?”
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Jul 14, 2008 7:29:11 GMT
The whole way back to her quarters, Valeia felt the way she used to as a child on the eve of the summer music camps Heather would send her to. A part of her was still very upset that Naois had gotten hurt, again, while she was gone, but the doctor was making a conscious effort not to think about that right now. The time the husband and wife were together was short enough without dealing with a petty thing like worry. The important thing was Captain Mercy was fine and here now, so being upset about something that was over and done with seemed pointless.
Stepping through the door, Valeia instantly kicked off her boots and shrugged out of her jacket before throwing it on the chair. At the sight of Naois walking through the doorway, holding his shirt rather than wearing it, the Betazoid’s face lit up, her smile widening even further as his face lit up at the sight of her as well. She didn’t even hear what he said as she moved quickly across the room to wrap her arms around his neck and rest her head on his shoulder holding on tight. He held her back just as tightly, and the doctor closed her eyes trying to treasure the moment as long as it lasted, not wanting to move from his arms anytime soon.
Doctor Mercy sighed lightly in disappointment as he held her at arms length, but the way her husband looked at her caused a trace of her former, shy and nervous self to show up, and she actually blushed and glanced down at the floor for a moment until Naois pulled her back into his arms and kissed her deeply. The tiny bit of shyness forgotten, Valeia kissed him back just as passionately until they both had to pull back breathlessly when she rested her head back on his shoulder and clung to him once more. “I missed you terribly…” he whispered in her ear.
The twinge of sadness she felt at this only caused her to hold onto him tighter for a moment blinking back the few tears that sprung to her eyes at the remembrance of how much she had missed him too. That sorrow was quickly forgotten as she felt and saw his mind shift to a far more pleasant subject, and grinning playfully Valeia pulled back and sent him a look that was very easy for him to interpret before taking his hand and leading him into the other room. Not surprisingly, he followed.
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"I have contacted Rampton, and I have let him know that I do not appreciate his meddling with my training programs,” Naois informed her seriously.
Sitting on the arm of the chair next to him with her head resting on his shoulder once more, Valeia actively fought against the welling up of emotion that being reminded of what had happened conjured up within her and calmly replied, “That’s good,” careful to keep her tone and emotions as neutral as possible.
It seemed to have worked because her husband continued on a different subject. "Did you want to visit the starbase? A new restaurant has opened up on the promenade; they actually serve palatable hasperat, vegetarian too. And perhaps after that we could go for a walk in the arboretum. That too has been completely redesigned, and the flowers are in full bloom. You would enjoy seeing them, I am certain of it,” he offered almost cheerfully, placing the wine glass on the table.
While she had been successfully in controlling and concealing her emotions for a moment, it was short lived. As he spoke, Valeia’s mind drifted back to what he’d told her happened, all of the injuries and accidents he’d suffered since she knew him, and how terribly upsetting it was worrying about him. Unfortunately, those thoughts distracted her, so she barely even heard what her husband was saying until she realized it was suddenly quiet and he was looking at her waiting for a reply.
It was already too late to try and pretend she knew what he had asked or that she wasn’t upset, as Naois was already moved towards her to kneel by the side of the chair and take her hands. "What is bothering you love? You know you can talk to me. I am your husband, not your counselor. I would not dare try to counsel you; the Phoenix has a very capable counselor if that should be required. Please, talk to me?" he asked gently, concern clearly etched on his face as he gazed at her.
With a sigh, Valeia gently reached out and traced the side of his face. “I miss you so much when we’re apart, Naois, and I don’t think you realize just how much I worry about you. You don’t seem to be aware of just how often you end up injured, but it’s quite a lot, every training mission almost. It’s not normal for that to happen so often, and that concerns me greatly. I know you aren’t consciously setting out to get hurt or putting yourself in danger intentionally, but sometimes I wonder…”
Sighing again, the doctor pulled her husband to his feet and indicated for him to sit down again before resting her head back on his shoulder. “I hate to bring it up right now, as I’d rather be enjoying spending time with you, but this is something that bothers me a great deal and weighs on my mind almost constantly. I just…I don’t want to lose you, and I hate it when you’re hurt, even when it’s not serious. Do you even see how often you get hurt or realize how unusual that frequency is?”
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Post by Jane Davison on Jul 15, 2008 19:33:22 GMT
Jane stood holding the officers weapons as he mind melded with Sheena. Something he said stuck in her mind. She walked over to a computer terminal and used her security clearance as senior marine officer to pull up Commander Horns record. Skimming most of it her eyes stopped on an entry which clearly stated he was forbidden to perform mind melds. She walked back over to Commander Horn and Sheena just as he ended the mind meld. She rolled her eyes as he asked for her to be placed in a mental facility. Such weakness he showed to Jane in that simple form of mercy she nearly killed his child and he still bargained for her life. “Commander Horn I must ask you to accompany me to see the captain you have violated a direct order and as such I will hold on to these a while longer.” Jane held up the phaser and dagger as she did so she noticed the beauty of the dagger. A Romulan honour blade a rare sight to see.
Jane escorted Commander Horn out of the brig and towards the closest turbolift. “Bridge.” She said curtly as they stepped inside. The turbolift doors closed and Jane turned to Commander Horn and said. “Halt turbolift.” May I ask you a question?”
<Tag Horn>
“Why did you show her mercy she deserves worse than a pleasant stay on Vulcan?”
<Tag Horn>
“I think I understand, I am sorry I have to drag you in front of the Captain but we Marines believe nothing is more important than following a direct order I guess we are just better trained sir.”
Jane gave a mug smile at the quip she liked nothing more than sticking it to security personnel she knew it was the marines who got the tough jobs done.
Exiting on the bridge Jane followed closely behind Horn as they walked up to the captain’s ready room. Pressing the console Jane turned to Horn again as she said.
“Out of respect for what you have just been through i will let you tell the captain what happened in your own words.”
<Tag Horn>
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Post by Commander Peter Horn on Jul 15, 2008 19:54:38 GMT
“Halt turbolift.” May I ask you a question?”
"Certainly lieutenant," Peter answered, standing stiffly beside the senior marine officer. He didn't appreciate being marched out of the brig area by a junior officer, especially not with K'Nara as witness to the event.
“Why did you show her mercy she deserves worse than a pleasant stay on Vulcan?”
"I assure you, her stay will not be as pleasant as you may think." The Vulcan raised an eyebrow at the woman at his side. "What would I gain from seeing her severely punished? She is mentally ill, I would prefer to see her healed. I am losing a valuable officer."
“I think I understand, I am sorry I have to drag you in front of the Captain but we Marines believe nothing is more important than following a direct order I guess we are just better trained sir.”
Peter wisely said nothing, knowing full well she was merely attempting to draw him out. Instead, he fixed a stony gaze on the opposite side of the turbolift car, remaining at attention the entire ride to the bridge.
Jane gave a mug smile at the quip she liked nothing more than sticking it to security personnel she knew it was the marines who got the tough jobs done.
Exiting on the bridge Jane followed closely behind Horn as they walked up to the captain’s ready room. Pressing the console Jane turned to Horn again as she said.
“Out of respect for what you have just been through i will let you tell the captain what happened in your own words.”
"Indeed." Peter turned to her, fixing his gaze on her as though giving her his undivided attention. "And what exacly happened? What do I need to tell the captain?" This could be interesting for certain. He had no intention of reporting anything regarding his unauthorised mind meld to the captain. K'Nara had stood by and hadn't intervened despite his initial protest. "I have duties to attend to ensign, you may report to the captain without me."
Turning his back on her, he walked away to his station, where a disturbing report regarding his young charge Tay and a Klingon sat waiting for him. ~I will attend to this later~ he thought idly, as he tried to focus on the other reports.
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Post by Jane Davison on Jul 15, 2008 20:47:36 GMT
Jane raised her eyebrows as Commander Horn walked off even though he was a Vulcan she got the distinct impression he was annoyed. Following him to his duty station Jane said.
“Commander it would be better if you told the Captain yourself.”
<Tag Horn>
Jane looked at Peter for a second seeing she was going to need something more drastic, she looked down at Commander Horns dagger and thought about it’s value, Romulan Honour blades were hard to come by it must have some value to him.
“Well commander I must say this is a very nice blade, I am honoured you would trust me with it.” Jane paused for dramatic effect before continuing to say.
“But I must tell you I can be rather clumsy as to where I place things I tend to lose things you see, but if you were to accompany me to the captains office you could keep your eye on it you know in case I put it down otherwise...” Jane let her voice trail of as she pulled a mock face of concern.
She resented being outranked by people her junior but she knew she had to deal with it, Jane looked at Horn for a few seconds waiting for him to get the point of her comments. Jane turned around as she began to whistle and flipping the knife in the air and catching its handle. She very slowly made her way to the captain’s office as she called out.
“Your choice sir.”
Jane knew he was Vulcan and she knew he wouldn’t show it but surely he cared about the blade otherwise why would he carry it around it was sure not standard uniform.
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Post by Sharon Wolf on Jul 16, 2008 2:52:57 GMT
Sharin enjoyed her time with her parents, it wasn't often they found themselves in the same area of space since they were both diplomats.
"Hun just becareful, there are plenty of guys out there that will be there for you, they can't all be like me." Mike said.
Rose and Sharon both giggled. 'You are right on that point Dad, you and mom have taught me life and how to live it, but you nboth instilled in me a sense of honor and love." Sharon said.
"Yes we did, and I can remember many times you rolling your eyes, but did not realize our words had sunk in." Rose said.
"Yes they did Mom, and I will love you both for teaching me that." Sharon said.
Sharon's parents transport was ready and Sharon knew she had to get back to the ship, they hugged and seperated. Sharon headed to where the phoenix was docked and walked back on-board. She made her way to the lift and decided to head to Quinn's quarters hoping he was there. She got there and rang the chime, there was no answer, Sharon spoke.
~"Computer. locate Commander Dexter please."~
~"Commander Dexter is no longer on the ship." The Computer said.
Sharon thought that was odd, not unusual but odd, she tapped her commbadge.
=/\= "Lieutenant Wolf to Commander Dexter." Sharon said. -/\=
It was even odder that he did not reply, maybe he did not want to talk but why ignore her, so she took a hunch and headed to the bridge. Sharon found a Lieutenant at Tactical.
"Lieutenant, could you find out if Commander Dexter is on the station?" Sharon asked.
"I was just about to inform the Admiral, Commander Dexter just left the station heading home." He said.
Sharon immediately hit her commbadge. =/\= "Lieutenant Wolf to Commander Corval."
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Post by Commander Peter Horn on Jul 16, 2008 9:47:27 GMT
“Commander it would be better if you told the Captain yourself.”
"I do not care to repeat myself lieutenant," Peter answered shortly, "there is nothing to hinform the admiral about. Return to your duties."
“Well commander I must say this is a very nice blade, I am honoured you would trust me with it.” Jane paused for dramatic effect before continuing to say.
“But I must tell you I can be rather clumsy as to where I place things I tend to lose things you see, but if you were to accompany me to the captains office you could keep your eye on it you know in case I put it down otherwise...” Jane let her voice trail of as she pulled a mock face of concern.
Peter narrowed his eyes at her, and though his face remained devoid of any expression, very briefly his eyes flashed dangerously. ~she would not dare~ he thought as he regarded her, trying to fight down the urge of anger he felt coming up. He felt oddly naked without his trusted blade, the only weapon that he never ever left behind, wherever he went as it was as much part of him as his family.
“Your choice sir.”
Jane knew he was Vulcan and she knew he wouldn’t show it but surely he cared about the blade otherwise why would he carry it around it was sure not standard uniform.
"You will kindly treat my weapon with the respect it is due," the Vulcan shot back, "it is a gift from my grandfather on my mother's side and it is of great value to me. You probably would not understand the meaning of such a gift, but you may do well to research it. Counselor Goran could possibly explain in more detail as he is full Romulan."
He paused for effect. "And you may not realise, but I can just draw the location of where you lost it right from your memories. You see.." and here he paused for effect to let the threat sink in, "...my talents are not limited to a mindmeld. I could actually hurt you, or make you do anything, without you realising it. Admiral Brahms has witnessed me doing it in the most dire of situations. I loathe using it, but I will if I need to."
He concentrated on the incoming data on his console for a few seconds, giving her time to consider his words. "You do as you must lieutenant. I have duties to complete before taking my wife home."
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Post by Jane Davison on Jul 16, 2008 11:54:18 GMT
Karen had skimmed enough of Horn’s file to be fully informed about his increased telepathic abilities. But she only smiled at him as she said. “Your threats mean nothing to me Commander; I have been around long enough to see through a bluff.” Jane smiled again as she added. “And while I am sure your powers are powerful indeed they all depend on you being awake long enough to think about harming me and not even a Vulcan is quick enough for me.” Jane knew she was exaggerating slightly although not by much. <Tag Horn “I gave you a chance to report your indiscretion to the Captain yourself if you were not smart enough to take it sir it is no skin off my nose, You may retrieve your knife from me after you have spoken to the captain.”
Sticking the knife in her utility belt Jane swivelled on her heel and walked off towards the captain’s ready room.
Entering she stood at rigid attention as she said. “Second lieutenant Davison reporting sir.” Jane still stood at attention when she added. “It is my duty to inform you that Commander Horn performed a mind meld with the prisoner Sheena before he did so he clearly stated he was disobeying a direct order in doing so, and as a department head I feel it my responsibility to report him sir.”
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Post by K'nara Corval on Jul 16, 2008 12:08:33 GMT
K’Nara listened as Sharon explained Quinn was missing and literatly growled in response. “I should have seen this coming,” she hissed. “Leave it with me Sharon I will go speak with the Captain.
Leaving ten forward where she had decided to get a hot drink having had nothing since returning for the long search for Sheena. She had also been been hoping to see the Klingon she had spoken to earlier. K'Nara marched back to the bridge and Horn felt some serious anger radiating from her as she marched towards the ready room.
Upon been granted entrance, Brahms could see his XO was in one of her worse moods.
“Sir Mr Quinn has gone AWOL,” she informed him then glared at the marine. "Why are you here?" she demanded.
<Jane>
"Sir Mr Horn did a mind meld on my orders. I interpreted your orders as I had free reign and used every asset I could. I was going to inform you of this. However it seems," she glared at the marine, "That someone pre-empted me and didn't have the decency to raise this with me at the time."
<Tag Brahms/ Jane>
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Post by Jane Davison on Jul 17, 2008 7:17:30 GMT
“I am here to inform the Captain about Commander Horn’s unauthorised use of a mind meld.” Jane stated coldly. Jane raised an eyebrow at the Commander’s explanation that she authorised the mind meld. “Excuse me Ma’am but that is not how it happened Commander Horn nether asked permission nor did you suggest it.”
Jane wasn’t about to let the Klingon distort the truth about the situation even if she was a friend of Commander Horn’s. Jane didn’t particularly care if this made her unliked among the crew she wasn’t here to make friends she was here to lead her Marines in whatever way they were needed. She knew telling on a fellow officer was frowned upon within Starfleet but she also knew very well the no good that can come from Commander Horn’s unique powers.
“Commander Horn clearly stated he was unauthorised and he was willing to break a direct order and at no time did you say to him that he had permission nor did he wait for you to give him it.”
Jane knew that was how it happened she was there. “And I don’t need your permission to report breaches of direct orders Ma’am.” Again Jane knew this was true her posting as Senior Marine officer afforded her the luxury of choosing whether the situation could be reported to the Captain or Executive officer.
Jane remained at attention waiting for the Executive Officer or the Captain to speak..
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Post by K'nara Corval on Jul 17, 2008 13:02:32 GMT
K’Nara smiled dangerously at the new marine, making it clear that she had just in fact made a big big mistake in crossing her. She fought the urge to grab the woman’s throat, realising her anger was more tied to the fact Quinn had taken off than the human women. Luckily for her, as that scrawny human body, she could snap like a twig.
“Actually I think you will find that when I addressed the prisoner after you were attempting to break her fingers, a method itself that is not condoned by Starfleet,” she dropped in, knowing full well that Jane had not been present when Brahms had effectively given her free reign to do whatever was required to get information out of Sheena, “I did infact state “if you don't talk I'm just going to go ahead and let Mr Horn initiate a mind meld.”
“I realise Marine it’s your first day here and as such you do not know or understand the leadership styles of any of your fellow crew members. Nor as it seems, have any personnel respect for them, in that you felt the need to go over my head if you were unhappy instead of speak to me at or during the actual interrogation. It seems you prefer hiding behind your rank instead. Mr Horn however has worked with me for long enough now to know I was letting him make the decision and the order was there. Plus you may get cranky “when someone wakes you up from your nap”, but understand this. I am cranky all the time. I guess it’s just the klingon in me but Horn also knew that that order would have been issued had I had to stand there and wait much longer. Your methods were not exactly getting fast results,”
K’Nara caught Jane roll her eyes. “Also I feel the need to point out that whatever you are thinking, Commander Horn and I are no where near friends. He did in fact murder my husband. I have no reason to cover for him out of friendship or any sense of loyalty. Aside from work and having to be professional there, I cannot stand the pointed eared twit” She turned to Brahms.
“Sir if I interpreted you orders of incorrectly and you are upset at my decision to allow Mr Horn to perform the mind meld in order to get the information, I apologise. But,” she stared coldly back at Jane again, “If were are going to stand here and argue semantics I want it on record that I also stepped back and allowed her to physically torture the prisoner. I also kicked the prisoner on 2 separate occasions. As such all three of us need to be punished.”
She stepped back and sent a triumph glance at Jane. If she was determined to bring this down on herself, especially on her first day, so be it.
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Post by Tak Science on Jul 19, 2008 5:21:31 GMT
Looking down slowly, the feline exhaled at the majesty of the stars in front of him. The massive view port that was afforded to him as a luxury aboard such a (relatively) new vessel was one that was not soon going to be forgotten. It was certainly a pleasure to be in the stellar observation area, after so much anger previously. Even for a Kzinti, one needed some time to relax.
Tendrils of nebula gasses swirled around the canopy, their vibrant hues acting as though they were skeletal fingers performing a deadly dance around the exterior of this craft - perhaps a euphemism for the constant dangers among the unknown.
Words bouncing across his ear drums allowed for an emission of a purr - his vocal chords so contracting as they permitted the expression of his pleasure. This was a rare sound indeed – he, as most Kzintis, found such sounds undignified in any company what so ever. However, now amongst his research, he was able to act in any capacity that he wished to act, and he had no fear from the others in the science department from finding him out.
As Tak sat at his console, he exhaled greatly at the way in which the database was displaying the information based on this research. It was obviously displeasing to the feline, but he did not have the ability to be too angry with it now. This was certainly not as bad as some of the work that he had to be doing on the last mission.
Stretching in a particularly cat-like manner, he turned back to anyone whom had requested the search in the first place. Smiling, he took a look around him as if to suggest that he was confident in his ability to out work the computer – he had switched the search to manual and was essentially viewing a spreadsheet of the entire concept.
That being said, it was purely a symbolic action – he did not have the ability to show anyone. Ironically, it was his pleasure in that there was no one here to cause such a problem for him, even if it prevented him from being viewed in this hour. Then again, his finest hour would most likely be, in his opinion, one in which he tore the still beating heart from the chest cavity of an enemy.
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Post by Marcus Brahms on Jul 19, 2008 8:54:11 GMT
He had been discussing their sister ship, the USS Trinity, currently coming to the end of her construction phase at Utpoia Planitia fleet yards on Mars. She would be staring flight trials soon, and Admiral O'Shasserra had been given the, in Brahms' view, the unenviable task of picking her crew.
They were discussing possibilities in that area when his door chime sounded.
=^= I'll let you get that Marcus .. We'll continue this over some supper tonight if you are free =^= the Admiral said, hearing the door chime over the Comm.
=^= Certainly Admiral .. Brahms out =^=
"Come." he said, after closing the Comm to Resurrection.
He was a little surprised to see the new Senior Marine Officer stride into the office and snap to attention.
"Second Lieutenant Davison reporting Sir. It is my duty to inform you that Commander Horn performed a mind meld with the prisoner. Before he did so, he clearly stated he was disobeying a direct order, and as a department head I feel it my responsibility to report him sir."
"Welcome aboard Lieutenant." Brahms said, attempting to take some of the rigidity out of the young woman, before she strained something, "Take a seat ......"
He waited as Jane sat herself down, still almost at attention. He sighed, he understood that she was sat in front of a Flag Officer, but she would hopefully learn to relax around him soon enough, everyone usually did. He stood and moved round the table to shake her hand in welcome, then moved to the replicator to get them drinks. As he did so, he tried to give an explanation..
"You're new to the Dark Phoenix Lieutenant, and I commen ......"
The door chime suddenly sounded again and Brahms tapped the entry pad as he passed. K'nara entered, informing him that the Operations Officer had left the ship without authorization, when she noticed the Marine ..
"WHY are you here !" she demanded.
Brahms listened to his two Officers as they 'discussed' the problem of Horns' mind-meld. Marcus firmly believed in allowing his staff to speak openly in the privacy of his office, and to some extent, without the restraints of rank. This tended to produce better results in the long run .. Once satisfied they had got over their respective points of view, he stepped in.
"Sit down, the pair of you." he waited while the two took seats, still glaring at each other.
"Sir." K'nara began, "Mr Horn did a mind meld on my orders. I interpreted your orders as I had free reign and used every asset I could. I was going to inform you of this. However it seems someone pre-empted me, and didn't have the decency to raise this with me at the time."
Jane stood again.
"I am here to inform the Captain about Commander Horn’s unauthorized use of a mind meld ... Excuse me Ma’am but that is not how it happened. Commander Horn nether asked permission nor did you suggest it ... Also ... I don’t need your permission to report breaches of direct orders ... Ma’am."
Brahms could see that K'nara was about to jump out of her chair, most likely doing irreparable damage to the Lieutenant as she did so ..
"OK !" Brahms said, stopping both Officers in their tracks, Lieutenant, As SMO you do have the right to bring issues to me directly, I tend to have an 'open door' attitude to my Senior Officers. But saying that, I expect Commander Corval to be informed of any issue you may have in the first instance. If you are unhappy with how she deals with your problem, then you may of course come to me ... Now ... As for the mind meld issue."
"Sir I feel I ne ......" Jane began, but Brahms held up a hand before continuing.
"Sheena committed a serious crime in kidnapping Commander Horns' children." Brahms continued, "I want to know 'why' she needed to take that action. Admiral O'Shasserra wants that woman in Resurrections Brig in short order. No doubt Star fleet Medical will be going through her with the proverbial fine toothed comb, but while we have her, I want answers. Thus my giving orders to that effect. I effectively, gave my Executive Officer carte blanche to get me that information. Her 'allowing' the meld was therefore within the scope of my original orders, which were to get what we needed !"
Both women had remained silent as Brahms spoke, and remained so as he seemed to have concluded his explanation.
He looked from one to the other, hoping Jane had realized she had made a slight error of judgment in bypassing the Exec' .. But could be construed as her not wanting to talk to an Officer directly involved. He hoped that the Marine and his Exec' would reconcile their differencesover this issue, and work well together in future..
"OK ...... Go finish up with Sheena. The Admiral wants her transfered in the next two hours. Medical are expecting to examine her before pre-trial proceedings can be set." both women nodded and moved toward the door, "K'nara, I expect her to be in one piece when she's transfered ...."
The Klingon looked from Brahms, to Davison, hoping the Marine thought the statement applied to her too, before looking back at the Admiral.
"Of course .."
As the door closed, Marcus rubbed his eyes .... It had been a long few days, and he was in serious need of some rest, and if at ALL possible ... Relaxation ..........
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