Mike Rampton
USS Dark Phoenix
Commander
It's gonna be a 'long' flight !
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Post by Mike Rampton on Apr 4, 2009 11:04:58 GMT
Mike had made his way back to the Bradbury, his mind racing ..
The mere thought that the Federation was under attack was almost unknown. They had had their differences with other species yes, but nothing to warrant going to war ... Yet ...
A quick shower then he changed into his dress uniform, mandatory for the celebrations he'd been informed. Then he went to the Bridge.
"Louise .. Any problems ?"
"Nothing Admiral." his Exec' said, looking him up and down grinning.
"You can smile." Mike said, always uncomfortable dress uniform, "I'll expect to see you over there yourself once your duty shift is over ...... AND in the correct attire !" he said as she began to complain.
"Go enjo ......"
=^= Security to Bridge =^=
=^= Bridge =^= Louise answered.
=^= Lieutenant Bennett Sir .. We need you on deck nine .. There's ...... We've found .. One of our Officers .. He's dead .. there's blood all over the pla ...... =^=
=^= Seal the deck Lieutenant .. We're on our way =^=
Mike and Louise left the Bridge at a run. Exiting the turbo-lift on deck nine, they ran along the curving corridor, several Security Officers came into view and Rampton could see the body, and the blood .. Several medics arrived and one checked, needlessly, for any signs of a pulse as a junior Doctor arrived.
"Get the body out of here." she said.
"Wait ! ......" Rampton said, looking closely at the man on the deck.
He knelt, and gingerly taking hold of the arm draped across the mans chest, he moved it to one side .. Four puncture wounds could be seen, blood had flown freely from them, congealing on the deck plate below him. Moving to look at his back, Mike knew what he was going to find, and he did ...
"OK .. Get him to the morgue." Rampton said, standing to move to one side.
"What the hell has done this ?" one of the Security Staff said.
"You've seen this before ?" Louise said quietly to Rampton.
Mike merely nodded before turning to the Lieutenant.
"I want the Bradbury locked down. Place Security on full alert and arrange for personnel to be stationed at ALL sensitive area's .."
"Yes Admiral." the man said, turning to his men and slapping his Comm badge.
"Mike ?" Louise prompted.
"They're called the Rakhari ..." he said, reluctant to believe they were back after so long, "Feline. The Females are dominant, while the Males do all the work and are totally subservient to the larger Females. See the puncture wounds, that's their method of killing. The females have foot-long razor sharp retractable claws, VERY powerful."
"But we have Caitians at the celebrations don't we ?" Louise said, frowning, "Would these Rakhari look like them ?"
"Oh God." Mike said, realization suddenly dawning on him, "Could the Rakhari be posing as Caitians !"
It didn't bear thinking about, because if they were they could be on any ship, and almost certainly on Resurrection.
"We need to inform Resurrection then." Williams said.
"I'll see to that." Rampton said, walking away from the scene, pulling his Exec' along with him, "Lock the Bradbury down. Scan for Ciatians. If you come across any detain them, but be careful .. I'm going back to the Phoenix. Rear admiral Sanders and K'nara Corval need to know about this. I will inform Section Admiral O'Shasserra en route to the Phoenix."
Leaving Louise dumb-struck at what could be happening, he headed for the nearest transporter room, tapping the Comm badge on his chest.
=^= Admiral Rampton to Admiral Sanders =^=
=^= Sanders =^=
=^= Sharon .. We have a big problem .. I need you to meet me in your ready room now =^=
=^= But the cele ...... I'm on my way Admiral =^= Sharon replied, Rampton out-ranked her, but that aside, he sounded worried enough to call her to a meeting regardless. She put her drink on a nearby table and left the room.
Seconds later Rampton appeared in the middle of the room ... He updated the Dark Phoenix Commanding Officer as best he could. He still wasn't one hundred percent sure it was the Rakhari, but the puncture wounds, the fact Caitians were at the celebrations, it all seemed to fit, at least to him ..........
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Post by Commander Peter Horn on Apr 4, 2009 18:33:44 GMT
Connor blinked at T'Rache's announcement that he was her property. His mind was racing but he was proud of her fast thinking. Lowering his eyes he stared at her feet, shifting uncomfortably while trying to appear submissive to the girl. Then he looked up at the male cat who stood towering over him. "I will protect my mistress," he said clearly, playing along with the ploy to the best of his abilities.
"And how will you protect her when you're chained up," Cocoa sneered, giving the Vulcan, who had managed to get to his knees, a firm shove. Connor fell back with a cry but didn't hit the floor as the cat caught the front of his tunic with one single claw. With the other, he raked past Connor's cheek, drawing a very thin line of blood. He lashed his tail in delight as he saw the young man shiver, then released his grip.
He turned when more young men were thrown into the room, all restrained and unconscious. From the side he listened to the other cat, then left him to do his bidding. Cocoa stepped out of the room, to take up watch and wait for the other male to come back out.
Once the other Rakhari male had left, Connor struggled to sit up again, shivering, feeling blood trickle down his cheek. "You should be proud of your sister Delon," he spoke softly, as he watched the Klingon free himself. "She stood up to the dark furred feline." He nodded over to T'Rache, who was still knelt beside her brother. "She claimed me as her own, thereby preventing the feline from harming me. The male was clearly torn between her order, and the orders he received from his pack."
The young Vulcan inclined his head towards the girl. "Thank you," he offered, shivering more violently now. "Ian, the feline scratched me...were their claws not poisoned?" He started to look terrified. "I am a civillian, I never was inoculated against their poison...my parents were, but my nano's cannot combat poison..." He closed his eyes. "T'Rache, I may need your assistance soon. If I am unconscious, the poison will spread less fast, especially if my heartrate is slowed. I do not know how this poison works. I am a scientist, but I never studied this, Starfleet was secretive about it, I was never able to study it."
Connor was babbling, sitting huddled against the war, shivering. "I am so cold," he whispered, "someone please turn up the heat. Vulcans are not bred for the cold."
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Apr 4, 2009 21:42:28 GMT
"You should be proud of your sister Delon. She stood up to the dark furred feline. She claimed me as her own, thereby preventing the feline from harming me. The male was clearly torn between her order and the orders he received from his pack," Connor murmured to Delon, drawing the Romulan’s attention away from Rezan and Laura’s...display. This information was a shock, as he looked at his sister in surprise. He never would have expected something like that from her, but it did explain why she looked somewhat flushed. Such a move was highly uncharacteristic.
Connor’s eyes then sought her out, meeting her gaze. "Thank you,” he murmured quietly. Her face flushed again and she glanced at the ground but nodded politely in acceptance of his thanks. While Laura and Rezan continued facing off, Connor spoke again, though not to her. “Ian, the feline scratched me...were their claws not poisoned? I am a civilian. I never was inoculated against their poison...my parents were, but my nano's cannot combat poison..." His emotions were much closer to the surface now, and T’Rache could hear the fear and panic in his voice as he turned to her again. "T'Rache, I may need your assistance soon. If I am unconscious, the poison will spread less fast, especially if my heartrate is slowed. I do not know how this poison works. I am a scientist, but I never studied this. Starfleet was secretive about it. I was never able to study it,” he continued, growing increasingly agitated.
Now incredibly…concerned, T’Rache moved closer, ignoring her embarrassment, and examined the scratch on his face trying to determine how badly he was injured and if poisoned how quickly it may or may not be spreading. If only they’d scratched his arm or leg... “I am so cold. Someone please turn up the heat. Vulcans are not bred for the cold,” he murmured, shivering uncontrollably and no longer restrained.
Growing more concerned and even worried by the minute, T’Rache tried to figure out what to do. She’d never seen him like this...he was always so controlled, calm but polite and kind... This was very different. “It is going to be alright,” she assured him, falling back on what she learned from her mother in sickbay. “I do have some medical training, so I should be able to help you.” Shivering as well, she added, “I know, it is cold in here. I am cold as well, but I do not believe we are in danger of anything more than discomfort as a result. Hopefully, we should be out of here soon.”
Hesitantly, she reached for Connor’s hand, trying to offer comfort without being too forward. “The cold is actually a good thing, but you should keep your breathing at a steady rate and try to remain calm. I...I will remain here with you. You’ll be fine,” T’Rache promised, even though she was well aware of her own lack of knowledge of the poison, but he did need to remain calm, and she wanted him to be alright...
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Apr 5, 2009 19:44:15 GMT
Kestra was growing increasingly worried...Laura running off on her own was rather common, and T’Rache going after almost equally so, but T’Rache never left them alone for this long. Initially, the young Betazoid had seen this as an opportunity to further prove her ability, readiness, and maturity to care for her brothers on her own and had risen to the challenge. After she’d calmed Wintrow, Kestra had made them supper, something they both liked to keep them happy, and then managed to pull up a computer game that they’d only just started playing and soon they were fully distracted and content while she was left to worry. Something didn’t feel right, and when she tried to reach T’Rache, Laura, and later Delon, none of them replied. In spite of a desire to prove herself this was clearly the time to contact their parents. Stepping out of hearing range but where she could still keep an eye on Stevin and Wintrow, she finally gave in and contacted her mother. “Kestra to Doctor Mercy...”
Valeia had woken Revan as promised and he was now sitting next to Peter’s still unconscious form. Now, as usual unable to help herself, the doctor had begun to assist the Phoenix’s medical staff with their work, hoping that her son would decide to let Peter to rest until tomorrow and come home. At the sound of her daughter’s voice, she knew something was wrong. “I’m here. Kestra, sweetie, what’s wrong?”
Hesitating at her mother’s instantly on guard reply, Kestra took a deep breath. “I probably should have contacted you earlier, but Laura left. She wanted to go to the party. T’Rache went after her, but they didn’t come back, and I can’t reach them.”
Immediately worried, Valeia forced herself to remain calm. “Where’s Delon? Is he with you and the boys or is he still with Rezan and Dukath?” Doctor Mercy queried.
“He left with Rezan and Dukath and then he came back. I told him that Laura and T’Rache had left, and he went after them, but I can’t reach him either,” she replied.
Fighting back panic, Valeia again managed to remain mostly calm. “Are you and the boys ok? Is anyone hurt? Are they giving you a hard time? Are they upset...?”
“No, Mom, we’re fine. We ate some supper and now they’re playing, nicely for now.”
“Alright…that’s good. I want the three of you to stay there. You’ve done a good job with them, but I do wish you’d contacted us sooner... If they start giving you any trouble, just call us, ok? And don’t let anyone else in you don’t know,” Valeia added.
“I know...I won’t... We’re really doing alright. I promise,” Kestra replied stubbornly.
“And I’m very proud of you, but I’m serious... Anything happens, and you call me.”
“Ok, I will,” Kestra replied before closing the channel, determined to prove herself.
As soon as the channel closed, Valeia began trying to contact her missing children, first Delon, then T’Rache, and finally Laura, but got no response. When she asked the computer for their location, it gave a hallway outside the party as the location of T’Rache and Laura, but it couldn’t locate Delon, which frightened Valeia further. Kestra, Stevin, and Wintrow were all identified as being in their quarters just as her daughter had said, which did help to some extent, but she was highly concerned.
“Naois, something’s wrong. Delon, Laura, and T’Rache are all missing. I can’t raise them on the comm, and the computer can’t even find Delon. Kestra is with the boys at home, and they’re alright, and Revan’s here in sickbay with me, but we have to find the others,” Valeia said, still trying to remain calm but losing that battle quickly.
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Apr 5, 2009 22:02:13 GMT
Continued JP between Rezan/Dukath and Laura Delon etc
That had been the last thing she expected to happen, and the look on his face as he scrutinized her caused her breath to catch in her throat. Although stunned and mildly impressed, Laura couldn’t take the smug look on his face. It took her awhile to come up with a reply, but she managed. “Fancy that...you breaking things and being proud of it,” Laura commented dryly, suddenly acutely aware that he was no longer restrained and even with five other people there, that put her a little on edge.
“Laura, now is not the time,” Delon corrected her sternly, while trying to break his own restrains as easily as Rezan had managed to, and Dukath worked on his also.
“Not the time!” Laura exclaimed, growing frustrated once more. “You get yourself captured on purpose, and you’re scolding me? Don’t tell me you actually followed this idiot and his ridiculous plan. How stupid can you be to get captured intentionally?”
Bristling defensively, Delon countered, “It was the only way we could ensure that you were uninjured. You can’t tell me that you don’t feel safer with us here now.”
Glancing at Rezan, who still looked far too smug for her liking, Laura replied, “Oh yeah, a whole lot safer... Just what I need, to be locked up with the likes of him...”
"Fine," Rezan said loudly. "We are busting out of here, I was going to bring you with us, but as you’re so safe, I'll leave you here for when the Cat gets back. Dukath," he barked at his brother to turn round and helped work on his restraints.
Actually a little worried at being left behind, Laura refused to show it. “Fine! I’ll just go with Delon. He’d never leave me behind,” she stated haughtily, crossing her arms and completely turning her back on Rezan like he didn’t even matter to her.
There was another loud crack as Dukath’s restraints were broken. Rezan turned back to Delon and Laura. "As you wish," he hissed at her before attacking his friends binds. He raised his voice slightly. "We have an added complication."
"The bombs he mentioned," Dukath finished as he worked on Ian’s restraints. "We need a new plan."
Laura continued to pout, not really understanding why all of sudden she was being ignored, especially since Delon also seemed to be ignoring her. “We should try to inform my father as soon as possible,” the Romulan replied, tossing his restraints to the floor and trying to help with Connor’s. “He is in command of this starbase. He would be better informed as to how to respond to this.” Turning to Dukath, he added. “Throw me my commbadge. T’Rache may be able to get it to work somehow.”
Ian having finished reassuring Connor that Male Rakhari's claws were not laced with poison, only the females, smiled happily as Rezan broke his restraints next. "First things first boys, we are overpowering the cat when it returns. Then we have proof of the Rakhari being here. The problem at the reception was they were masquerading as Caitians. We also need to get Connor to sickbay and the girls to a more secure location."
Rezan snorted and nodded then turned back to Laura again. "You better stay back. As you say it will be safer. I’m planning on breaking some more things."
Not understanding his sudden bad mood, Laura simply ignored him, while Delon took his commbadge and passed it to T’Rache to work on. “Perhaps we should appear to still be restrained when he returns and surprise him to avoid giving him the opportunity to contact his comrades,” he suggested, sparing a single glance at Laura to fend off any potentially provoking comments directed at Rezan from her.
T’Rache settled down with the commbadge next to Connor, relieved to hear that he was not poisoned but still concerned, as he was clearly far too cold and in shock.
Ian promptly unlocked the last restraint on Connor much to the girl’s astonishment. He smiled. "Not so easy to explain eh? I’m better at showing than telling. But here’s an idea," he handed the restraints to Delon. "You hang on to these. Us three are going to pin the cat down and then," he wiggled his eyebrows at the restraints.
As the Klingons started a conversation, he moved forward and spoke softly to Laura. "Listen its none of my business your . . .your love life but if you could hold off insulting his warrior skills until we are out of this. It would really help. Okay, I know this is not the ideal situation but it will be over pretty soon. Klingons are pretty useful pinning down the bad guys." He winked at her.
“He started it...” Laura grumbled, but she conceded his point. She’d never admit it aloud, but she was kind of glad Rezan was here. She did feel safer, at least in some ways. She was tempted to bristle at the love life comment related to Rezan but also felt a little grown up at that Ian had even acknowledged that she had a love life…
Delon was somewhat insulted he’d been delegated to merely hold the restraints, but he said nothing. He would respect the chain of command. Once the restraints were off Connor, he slumped over completely. T’Rache kept talking to him softly, trying to keep him conscious, rubbing her hands over his trying to warm them up.
"Atta girl," Ian winked at Laura then quickly turned back to check on Connor again. Rezan glared at Laura and looked about to say something when the door opened once more and the Cat returned. Several things then seemed to happen in slow motion. The Cat hissed and drew out its claws. Rezan roughly shoved Laura out the way as the Cat moved forward to attack.
The cat hadn’t had time to react or fully assess the situation so had unintentionally headed right for Laura. Rezan had reacted to get her out of the way, but that had left him distanced, and the feline headed right for Delon, who in spite of what he’d been told dropped the restraints, and dodging the claws, elbowed the attacker in the back of the skull, which sent the cat flying head first into the wall. A quick spin and Delon delivered a final kick to the furry back, and the feline was down and out. Sparing another rare grin at Rezan, Delon also glanced at Ian before moving to retrieve the restraints to place on their former captor, trying not to gloat too much.
Rezan did not grin back. He may not have taken onboard his mothers briefings on the Federation but he had read the information on enemies of the Klingon Empire many times. He didn't have time to shout a warning to his Romulan ally who clearly thought he had knocked the Feline out. It flipped back on its feet again and hissed. Dukath and Rezan both pounced on it together. "Keep hold of those, Kid,” Ian yelled before also joining the fray. Rezan was flung back against the wall, almost knocking Laura again. He growled before jumping back in. For a few minutes all three struggled and there were many kicks and punches before finally between them they managed to get the Feline on the floor and its arms behind its back. Sitting on the Cat, Ian was out of breath but nodded at Delon to approach.
Feeling humiliated for his assumption, Delon stood with the restraints, wishing he could jump in to redeem his mistake but knowing he had to be ready to slap them on once they got the cat pinned. He bristled at being called kid, but said nothing, merely locking the device into place once he was able to do so. He was tempted to defend himself stating the cat must have been merely stunned but remained quiet.
Watching with a mixture of horror and fascination, Laura observed the fight, trying to jump out of the way when Rezan came flying towards her, but unable to do so, as he practically had her pinned to the wall. The Klingon barely seemed to notice as he simply jumped right back in, but it threw her, while T’Rache merely stood guard, intending to defend Connor should the battle begin to drift in his direction.
Rezan moved forth and placed a good kick for additional measure at the cat’s midsection as it struggled with the binds. Both him and Dukath indulged in some sort of Klingon roar as Ian accepted Delon’s hand, helping him up. "You did good. They are a lot tougher than they look. I can honestly say," he probed his ribs and winced. "I came out better this time than my last encounter."
Rezan meanwhile turned to Laura looking somewhat stunned against the wall. "Say something, insult me. At least let me know you are uninjured."
“I’m fine,” Laura stated defensively, still trying to recover from being pinned to the wall like that. In the back of her mind, it registered that he was actually displaying concern for her. Part of her would have loved to use that but couldn’t find the words.
Delon was almost further insulted by the compliment, but he again said nothing. He had failed after all, while T’Rache was already thinking ahead. “One of you will have to carry Connor. He is not well enough to walk on his own,” she stated simply.
Dukath stepped forward and as gently as a Klingon possibly could, pulled Connor over his shoulder in an old fireman’s lift. Rezan roughly yanked the Rakhari on its feet pushed it forward and they all left the room, Ian used the comm. badge as soon as they were out of range of whatever had been shielding it to alert security. Finally he handed back the comm. badge to Delon. "You might want to speak to your father. I wasn't sure what to tell him . . ." he coughed gently, "How you and your sisters ended up as a hostage with us."
As T’Rache hovered protectively next to Dukath and Connor, and Laura sullenly followed them out of the room, Delon took the offered commbadge. “Father, can you track our location on sensors? Laura and T’Rache are with me. We were being held with Connor, Mr. Brooks, Rezan, and Dukath. Connor needs to be beamed directly to sickbay, but everyone else is relatively uninjured,” Delon reported calmly.
“Naois," Ian added. "That’s not completely accurate. I have a cracked rib or two that needs looking at. I suggest everyone goes to sickbay. We also need to discuss something very pressing."
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Ian looked relatively annoyed as he was informed the sensors couldn't beam them straight away. "Okay kids looks like we are walking. Everyone is getting checked out," the security officer informed them in a tone that indicated no arguments.
Rezan to everyone’s complete surprise, suddenly picked up Laura, flung her over his shoulder and started on route to sickbay.
Laura shrieked in surprise, fighting instinctively, though it didn’t do any good. “I am perfectly capable of walking by myself, Rezan. You put me down this instant or I swear you’ll regret it,” she threatened uselessly, trying to wriggle her way free or at least throw him off balance with her struggles but failing miserably on both counts.
"Shut up, woman," Rezan yelled back. "Clearly you are not well." Ian rolled his eyes.
Delon merely smirked, and T’Rache raised an eyebrow, but neither intervened. Finally giving up, Laura went limp, glaring ferociously at his backside, the only thing she could see besides the floor. “Fine…be that way. You’ll pay for this,” she muttered threateningly. “Honestly, you have the absolute worst manners...” she grumbled, continuing to complain and insult him with the jolt of every step he took.
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Post by Naois Mercy on Apr 6, 2009 20:03:10 GMT
Naois had returned to OPS, against better judgement since he had wanted to join the hunt. However, from OPS he could better co-ordinate the security teams, which were lead by Tay Hannez. "Commander Hannez, report," he called, just when his eyes fell on the Bradbury. Moorings were still attached but umbilicals had been retracted. Furthermore, he observed the same activity from the Dark Phoenix.
"Mercy to Sanders, what is going on admiral? Why is Dark Phoenix removing umbilicals? Who ordered the lock down of the ship?"
<sharon take your ship back from rampton..he got his own boat to worry about>
He was still waiting for reply from the red-headed admiral when a call from his own wife came through. “Naois, something’s wrong. Delon, Laura, and T’Rache are all missing. I can’t raise them on the comm, and the computer can’t even find Delon. Kestra is with the boys at home, and they’re alright, and Revan’s here in sickbay with me, but we have to find the others,”
"Acknowledged," the Vulcan replied. He felt his blood run cold at the mention of several of his children being listed as missing. What concerned him more was that Delon was out of reach; usually the boy was more sensible than that, especially when residing on his father's station. "Tell Revan to remain with Commander Horn at all times. The commander may want to leave when he wakes, I suggest you let him. I will join you in sickbay shortly."
What else could he do? He turned to one of the OPS officers. "You have OPS, call me when there are new developments. Beam me directly here if you need to, but get all information to me without delay!"
"Yes sir," a young woman responded smartly.
Naois was halfway when another page came in. “Father, can you track our location on sensors? Laura and T’Rache are with me. We were being held with Connor, Mr. Brooks, Rezan, and Dukath. Connor needs to be beamed directly to sickbay, but everyone else is relatively uninjured,” Delon reported calmly.
“Naois," Ian added. "That’s not completely accurate. I have a cracked rib or two that needs looking at. I suggest everyone goes to sickbay. We also need to discuss something very pressing."
The Vulcan exhaled a sigh of relief, permitting himself to feel that much at that particular moment. "I cannot track you," he replied, "I am in transit to sickbay, meet me there. I will have a medical team stand by to receive Mr Horn." It was unfortunate that he couldn't hurry the turbolift's speed, because he felt as if he were in a right hurry.
"Captain Science report on your situation," he ordered, obviously speaking to the older version of Tak Science, "movement of the Rakhari? Can we trap them somewhere?"
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Finally, after what seemed like eternity, Naois walked into sickbay. "You have some explaining to do," he told his second oldest son, while glancing sideways at the two Klingons. "Had I not ordered you all back home? You would not have been in danger, if you had followed a simple order." He turned to Laura, who was positively glaring at him. "And you...you have disappointed me deeply Laura. Leaving your siblings behind to go after your own petty interests. And you want to be treated like an adult? You may want to start behaving like one first."
At last, he gazed at T'Rache. "Your initial action was commendable, but you should have stayed home."
"She saved a life, father," Delon cut in, sounding irritable, "if not for her, Peter Horn's son would have died. The room we were in was freezing cold, and they had been in there longer than we were. I mean Ian and Connor. When a cat scratched him, he honestly believed he was poisoned, and went into shock. If not for T'Rache, the shock and cold would have killed him."
Surprised at his son's defense of his younger, Vulcan, sister, Naois nodded. "Indeed, I am proud of you T'Rache. You may tend to Mr Horn if you wish, and if your mother allows it."
Now, he faced Ian. "I agree, we need to talk. There is much to be done."
At exactly that point, Civillian Peter Horn walked in, looking deathly pale. "My son?" he queried.
Naois nodded over to a bed, where Valeia and another starbase doctor. "He will be fine," he promised. "Peter we may need your expertise. Ian, what did you have in mind? That is, presuming that you have something in mind?"
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Post by Ian Brooks on Apr 6, 2009 20:33:02 GMT
Ian winced in pain as he got off the biobed he had been ordered on and moved closer to Naois. He lowered his voice so not to panic any of the medical staff.
"The Rakhari are planning to blow up or threaten to blow up the base. The one who you have in custody said they would bring their demands forward," Ian informed him grimly.
"And," he winced again, "They are just as insanely strong as they ever were. Not that you want to hear that but there it is. So what can I do to help out?"
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Apr 6, 2009 20:48:24 GMT
=/\=Acknowledged,=/\= Naois replied, sounding perfectly calm, but Valeia knew him well enough to know better. =/\=Tell Revan to remain with Commander Horn at all times. The commander may want to leave when he wakes. I suggest you let him. I will join you in sickbay shortly,=/\= he added before the channel closed once more.
Growing more worried, upset, and nervous by the minute, the Betazoid headed for her eldest son, the only child she could visually confirm was safe at the moment. “Revan,” she addressed him as he rose to his feet sensing her emotions. “Three of your siblings have gone missing: Delon, Laura, and T’Rache. Your father is trying to find them, but he suggests you remain here with Peter. Once he hears what has happened, he may want to leave. That might even be a good idea, but you should stay with him either way,” Valeia informed him, knowing how torn Revan would feel.
He was most definitely torn, part of him desperately wanting to rush out of sickbay and find his siblings while part of him insisted firmly on remaining with Peter at all times. Reluctantly, he had to agree with his father. “Agreed, I should remain here, or at least with Peter. Are Kestra and the boys ok?” Revan asked, trying to stay calm.
Nodding, Doctor Mercy replied, “They’re at home. Kestra is with the boys.” At her son’s somewhat surprised look, she added, “Kestra is almost thirteen, and she has cared for them before. She’s the one who let us know they’re missing. Delon was with his friends, K’Nara’s sons. Laura left to go the party. T’Rache went after her.”
Biting back his frustration with his older sister, Revan took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I’ll remain here with Peter, but please…let me know…” he requested.
“I will,” Valeia replied, giving her son a long hug, which both of them needed, before returning to main sickbay to just wait for word. When an emergency transport was announced, Doctor Mercy grabbed her med-kit and waited, holding her breath as the group materialized, hoping for the best. Taking in the sight of her children, from T’Rache and Delon, who were both standing and appeared uninjured, to Laura who although swung across Rezan’s shoulder, appeared to be alright though far from happy, Valeia didn’t know how to respond or which one of her children to hug first.
As the medical staff led Dukath to a biobed to deposit Connor, the doctor decided and wrapped first T’Rache and then Delon in fierce hugs. Normally, she was more respectful of her children’s wishes when it came to physical displays of affection, as neither Delon nor T’Rache were generally comfortable with hugs, but in cases such as these, they allowed it, as both T’Rache and Delon carefully returned her hug.
Turning her attention on Rezan, who was still holding Laura, Valeia spoke calmly. “I believe you can put my daughter down now, Rezan,” she stated evenly, glad to see him oblige. As she stepped forward to give Laura a hug as well, her furiously glaring daughter instead turned and punched the tall Klingon in the arm as hard as she could, wincing immediately, as it hurt her hand. “Laura...” her mother warned.
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Apr 6, 2009 22:43:33 GMT
JP with Rezan and Laura/Valeia
Rezan felt a soft blow on his arm. For the briefest of moments he was battle ready until realizing Laura was not attacking and backing away looking angry instead. There was clearly only one thing to do in a situation like this. He grabbed her firmly by the shoulders and kissed her hard.
Laura was so shocked she didn’t even move or react. Valeia was so shocked she didn’t move either, and it seemed that was also the case for all of the onlookers in sickbay as well. When he finally released her, Laura staggered backwards, staring at him in open shock, until as an almost instinctual reaction, she attempted to slap him as hard as she possibly could, only to have Rezan catch her arm before she did.
Grinning that she had initiated a deeper level of interest from their ongoing flirting, Rezan, now completely oblivious to everyone else including his brother’s loud laughing, moved in for another kiss.
Even though Laura was more prepared for this one and even put up a brief, half-hearted struggle, she couldn’t seem to stop herself as she finally kissed him back. Valeia finally found her voice and raised it. “Alright, you two, that’s enough. Not in my sickbay,” she insisted in her most serious voice while stepping towards them.
Rezan snapped back wondering why the alien doctor was annoyed. "She's spent hours flirting with me and hit me," he tried to explain. "In my culture that is the appropriate response."
Cutting off Laura’s immediate protestations with a glare, Valeia turned to Rezan. “That may well be, but this is my sickbay, and I don’t tolerate violence or...flirtation here,” she stated, ignoring the irony of that final statement as well as the sudden cough from Revan, who had stepped in just in time to witness the whole scene. “Now, all of you need to find a biobed and take a seat. You were held captive and need to be checked out, no argument,” she insisted, sending Rezan a mild glare. “You can ask your mother…it’s my way in my sickbay, even with Klingons, so I’d suggest you cooperate, because she will most certainly back me up on this one.” Grabbing Laura’s arm, directing her away from Rezan and towards a biobed, she added, “Biobeds, NOW,” which then sent Delon and T’Rache both moving as well.
Rezan reluctantly took the bio bed next to Dukath. Confused he merely muttered, "There was no violence...” The younger Klingon continued to laugh heartily, spooking a couple of Valeia's nurses who had approached.
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Leading Laura to one of the furthest biobeds, ignoring the smirk on Revan’s face as they passed, Valeia was quickly moving from doctor-mode to mother-mode. “I don’t know what you were thinking, Laura... First you run off and end up causing all this trouble, and then it’s as if you didn’t even hear a word I said! I told you not to argue with him, and you continue to do so and then actually hit him?! That’s even worse than throwing things!” the doctor whispered fiercely, growing quite frustrated.
“Well what did you expect me to do?!” Laura whispered back just as fiercely. “He’d just thrown me over his shoulder, even though I was perfectly capable of walking on my own, and I told him repeatedly to put me down! And then he...so of course I tried to slap him! It was instinct!” Laura added defensively and crossed her arms.
Taking a deep breath and attempting to calm herself, Valeia looked straight at her daughter. “You’re encouraging the situation, and now you’re in serious trouble with him... You’re lucky he didn’t...well…throw you into a wall or something,” the doctor commented, shocked and deeply concerned at the emotional reaction that got from her daughter...not the one she was hoping for. “Laura...you don’t actually...you’re not actually...” Doctor Mercy stammered while staring at her in open amazement.
“Of course not!” Laura snapped defensively. “He’s a rotten, arrogant, obnoxious...”
Ignoring the conflicted emotions she was sensing from Laura, Valeia was quickly becoming incredibly protective. “Well then you need to fix this. You need to calmly explain to him that human and Klingon behaviors are different and this was just a misunderstanding. Then you apologize for the confusion, and you need to do it soon because based on what you just did, that’s practically...just do it, Laura,” the doctor finished quickly, grabbing her tricorder and running a quick scan. Aside from the elevated hormones, which Doctor Mercy tried to attribute to just being held hostage, her daughter was uninjured. “You’re fine. I need to check on the others. Stay here,” she directed pointedly, “and you think about what I just said. You know I’m right...”
As her mother moved away, Laura remained as ordered with her arms still crossed, pouting. She glanced once at Rezan, who was looking over at her, before swinging her legs onto the biobed and sitting cross-legged on it, glaring at the wall in front of her. So many conflicting emotions and thoughts were racing through her mind, and it was impossible to keep them straight. Her mother was right...she was also wrong.
While she let her somewhat nervous nurses deal with the Klingon brothers, Valeia quickly checked on T’Rache and Delon but didn’t say anything. Delon stayed silent and cooperative, while T’Rache’s attention was fixed firmly on Connor. Once she had assured herself her children were fine, Valeia did move to check on Connor, whose temperature was quickly returning to normal. His minor injuries had been fully healed also, and it appeared the young man was well on his way to recovery.
It was then that Naois arrived, much to Valeia’s immense relief, though she didn’t move to greet him. First of all, she was treating a patient, and second, she had just said she didn’t allow flirtation in sickbay... Naois spoke briefly with Delon first, and it was true, they would need to have a longer talk with him later, before also briefly speaking with K’Nara’s sons and then turning to Laura and rather publicly scolding her, which was not a common occurrence. Valeia was surprised at this, but under the circumstances it was certainly warranted. Laura just remained sullenly silent.
Next, Naois turned to T’Rache. "Your initial action was commendable, but you should have stayed home," her father stated solemnly, as T’Rache merely nodded.
Much to her surprise, Delon spoke up in her defense. "She saved a life, Father. If not for her, Peter Horn's son would have died. The room we were in was freezing cold, and they had been in there longer than we were...I mean Ian and Connor had. When a cat scratched him, he honestly believed he was poisoned and went into shock. If not for T'Rache, the shock and cold would have killed him," Delon replied.
Blinking at her older brother, T’Rache was...grateful for his defense, and her father also seemed to consider his words before adding, "Indeed, I am proud of you T'Rache. You may tend to Mr. Horn if you wish, and if your mother allows it."
Glancing between her father and brother for a moment, T’Rache quietly murmured, “Thank you,” before quietly slipping off her biobed and heading to Connor’s side, glancing at her mother for permission, which was granted with a nod and a smile.
As Valeia observed her daughter for a moment, she began to wonder what T’Rache was feeling... The girl was exceptionally skilled at blocking empathic detection, so it was far more difficult for the doctor to determine what her daughter was thinking and feeling, but clearly, she had missed something... Although not touching him, and appearing to focus on the monitors, there was a difference in her expression and manner, very slight but there. T’Rache had assisted her mother in sickbay on numerous occasions and always made an effort to comfort patients and mimic a bedside manner, but this wasn’t that. If she didn’t know better, she’d almost think...
Valeia’s musing was cut off by the arrival of Connor’s father, who was clearly quite concerned and hurried over to speak with her. “He is going to be alright,” Doctor Mercy assured him quickly, offering a sympathetic smile. “He was scratched and bruised, and his body temperature had dropped, but he is recovering quite nicely.” Nodding to her daughter, she added, “T’Rache was also captured and remained with him to ensure he was alright. It appears she did an exceptional job caring for him.”
<Tag Older Peter/Connor?>
Revan had observed the entire scene with interest taking in everything he saw and heard. Now that it was clear everyone was alright and things were settling down, Delon calmly remaining on his bed, Laura sulking on hers, T’Rache helping with Connor, who was also fine, Ian speaking with Naois, and Rezan and Dukath both cooperating with the uneasy nurses, his attention returned to his charge, especially at the sight of the elder version entering sickbay. Returning to young Peter’s side, Revan half expected him to wake up fairly soon. Not only would that fit with what he was told to expect but also he didn’t seem like the type to remain out of the fray for long, even unconscious. Still, Revan hoped to get a chance to speak with him before he demanded to speak to his older self or help with their current situation.
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Post by Sharon Wolf on Apr 7, 2009 19:09:17 GMT
Sharon had gone to te-forward to relax when her commbadge chirped, Admiral Rampton needed to see her in her ready room as soon as possible. she got up and headed to the lift and took it up to the bridge the lift was about to stop when Caaptain Mercy called her, the doors opened.
"Noone has Captain, I will have helm put the ship at station keeping until I have more answers, maybe Admiral Rampton can shed some light on this." Sharon told Naois via the comm and entered her ready room.
"Wheres the fire Mike? She asked.
He filled her in on finding the dead body on the Bradbury and the puncture marks. "Have you run a autopsy to determine if its Rakhari poison?"
<Mike>
She rubbed her eyes this is all they need with the Rakhari back she tapped her commbadge. =^= "Admiral Sanders to Commander Tay and Chloe meet me in my ready room as soon as possible." =^=
<Chloe,Tay>
Once they arrived Sharon gave them a grim smile. "We have a problem, the Rakhari maybe back, I want both of you to coordinate with station security to look for them they maybe disguised as Caitians, put our own security on high alert, I wont take the ship to red alert unless we abs.lutely have to, I don't want a panic or upset our guests."
<Chloe,Tay>
Sharon tapped her commbadge. "Admiral sanders to Captain Mercy, could you meet me in my ready room on the Pheonix?"
Naois responded. "I regret that I cannot report to the Phoenix admiral, Starbase Resurrection is on alert. I am presently in sickbay, tending to my family as several of my children were abducted by the Rakhari. Equally, for the same reason, K'Nara Corval shall not be reporting either. She cannot be orderd regardless, as she no longer is part of Starfleet. Mercy out."
Sharon sighed then turn talked to her Senior Officers, once they left Sharon turned a angry look to Mike. "Mike, I'm disappointed in you, You know damn well we have not seen the Rakhari in years, and if they are onboard the station we have problems."
<Mike>
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Post by Naois Mercy on Apr 8, 2009 3:59:00 GMT
thank you for the edit sharon.
Deb, was not sure whether K'Nara was in sickbay or not. if she is, I shall change "page" to "spoke to"
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Naois sighed as the page came through. "I regret that I cannot report to the Phoenix admiral, Starbase Resurrection is on alert. I am presently in sickbay, tending to my family as several of my children were abducted by the Rakhari. Equally, for the same reason, K'Nara Corval shall not be reporting either. She cannot be orderd regardless, as she no longer is part of Starfleet. Mercy out."
He tapped his combadge. "K'Nara, I believe you had a page to report to the Phoenix. I have informed them that you cannot be ordered to report, and that you shall not report. Your sons are safe in sickbay, they were abducted by the Rakhari."
Finally, giving his family one more look, he approached Valeia. "I will go past our quarters to check up on Kestra, Stevin and Wintrow, but I should return to OPS."
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Post by Sharon Wolf on Apr 9, 2009 16:29:07 GMT
Once Sharon was finished with Mike she left the bridge and headed to her quarters,Robert was waiting on her as she entered, he gave her a kiss and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Mmmm, I could stay here forever but we have a celebration to go to, and we have issues to deal with." Sharon said.
"Whats going on Hun?" He asked.
"Follow me into our quarters and I will update you while I shower and change." Sharon said.
They headed into their quarters, Robert went into the bathroom to start the shower, Sharon still preffered a wet shower then a sonic, her cat meatball was laying on the bed when she enteredand purred. Sharon changed and took out her dress uniform and headed into the bathroom letting her hair drop.
Once showered they left their quarters and headed to the transporter room, they entered and Melissa joined them for transport. They beamed over to the station and headed towhere everyone would gather for the celebration.
<Anyone>
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Post by Mel D'BrooNi on Apr 10, 2009 12:11:13 GMT
JP between Tay and Seleya
Tay sat down as the Klingons and Peter Horn left. He really didn't know whether he should be feeling angry, betrayed or sad.
Gazing after her father until she lost sight of him, Seleya finally turned to her husband. "Something is bothering you," she stated, as she sat down next to him, "and it has little to do with the Rakhari."
"You just hugged your father, the one we begged your . . . "Tay tried to say, "The one who did so much hurt . . . . .to us . . . . . all those years ignoring you and his grandkids . . . .and you just . . . . What was that?" he finally spat out realising anger and confusion was winning out. Nearby one of the Caitians ears twitched.
"He is still my father," Seleya whispered miserably, "and he is trying to help. He knows how dangerous the Rakhari are, and he does not have to help, no longer being in Starfleet. Yet he stepped in without being asked, and offered to help. He would have, even if Connor had not been missing." She looked up at his final exclamation. "What was what?"
Tay stood up exasperated now. "That, you haven't wanted to be round him in years. And just so you know his exact response to being asked for help was "I am not at your beck and call." Tay found himself pacing. The cat nearby was listening in intently.
The woman sighed, rubbing her hands over her abdomen as the baby kicked. "I did not expect to hug him, it was on impulse." She shook her head. "I have a bad feeling about this Tay, a very bad feeling. I had to do it, I cannot explain why. Did you see how he looked at me afterwards? There was a fondness in his eyes I had not seen in years."
"Well you shouldn't have hugged him," he stated quite firmly venting his annoyance out but knowing full well she would not take him making any such demands in any way. He had noticed the cat and wanted to conduct an experiment
"I believe that is up to me Tay," she shot back, "whatever happened, the biological tie remains. It felt right to do it then, even if it does not right now."
"I don't care and it’s not up to you," Tay rounded on her. He could see the surprise in Seleya's eyes. He had never said anything like this to her before. He had his back to the Caitlian now, ensuring he was directly in its path so it could not get near Seleya without going through him first if this worked. "I am you husband," he announced loudly drawing Sharon his boss who had just arrived to look at him also. "And I am telling you not to do that again."
Eyes flashing, Seleya drew herself up to her full height, grimacing as the baby kicked again. "Yes, you are my husband, but you do not own me. I do as I please, and when I please it. I am off duty and if I choose to partly forgive my father for what he has done to me, then I do so. That, is not up for you to decide either." She was breathing hard, struggling to reign in her fury.
Tay made a huge show of looking angry and grabbed her wrist to pull her hand up showing her vividly her wedding ring. He tried to focus all his energy as she and everyone around was looking more shocked, into doing something he rarely managed and projected the words, Rakhari watching. Need Reveal. "You promised to love, honor and obey," he yelled even though those had not been the words at their wedding. Hopefully that would be enough to stun Seleya into thinking he wasn't being normal before she slapped him, if the telegraphic projection he had tried had failed.
Seleya held her breath in shock as his words reached her. She shoved him away, thereby briefly shifting her gaze over to the Caitians. "I promised to love and honour," she repeated, "but I am not your property." She gathered her skirts and started to walk away. "I am going to find my father. Either you can come with me, so we can help him, or you can stay here and be angry." She wanted to get away, out of the feline's reach, to protect her family. At least her sons were safe with Kenji, at least she knew that much.
Never one to back down from a fight his wife, Tay presumed she had cottoned on or he would no doubt be nursing a stinging cheek right now. Glad she was getting out of the firing line, he prepared a parting shot that he hoped would finally make the Cat jump him. Either that or everyone was going to think him a sexist pig. "GET BACK HERE," he bellowed. "You are my women and you do not tell me what to do."
Seyela kept on walking without looking back. She never saw the feline who'd been listening jump on Tay, effectively pinning him to the ground. "You don't tell a female what to do," the feline hissed in his ear, "the female commands you. Look at her, proud and with child and she defies you. I'll let her go for now, if you play nice. Make trouble, and she dies immediately, understand?"
Panic hit the reception as the guests saw what had a happened. The Rakhari suddenly seemed to realise her cover was blown pull Tay up roughly, her claws almost piercing his skin. "So not Caitlian then," Tay hissed as other guests were backing away from the other feline delegates in confusion.
"Caitian?" the Rakhari female hissed at him, "they're weak. They never noticed us impersonating their representatives. By now, everyone on the station knows we're here, and we now control this station's senior staff, as well as the two vessels docked." Her tail lashed as she 'smiled' down on him. "It took us a very long time to plan this, but we shall have our revenge. Everyone is here, and everyone will soon die."
"Not everyone," Tay corrected as several people including thankfully Seleya had it made out the entrance before a security alert was issued, alarms sounding and the doors locked down. The noise seemed to stun the Cat and Tay pulled away making a swing for it. Behind him, he could hear others including Sharon were struggling also.
<Sharon>
Seyela turned as the doors fell shut behind her, and the red alert alarms started to go off. ~sickbay~ she thought, as she began to run, as fast as her gravid condition allowed her to.
Tag <Valeia/ Naois/ Peter incoming . . . . . Sharon and Tak Science>
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Post by Commander Peter Horn on Apr 10, 2009 20:19:44 GMT
Seleya ran, like she never had ran before, and prayed. For the first time in her life, she prayed, though she had no idea to whom. She raced down to sickbay, wanting to see the younger version of her father. She needed him to help fight the Rakhari, as he knew how. Of course, she could've asked K'Nara but that thought hadn't even occurred to her.
She literally ran into her own father as she skidded into main sickbay, not having expected him to be there. Her eyes fell on the unconscious form of Connor, and she wheeled around. "Will he be all right?" she asked, her voice thick with concern.
Peter nodded gravely. "He is dehydrated, hypothermic and in shock, but the doctor assures me that he will make a full recovery." He studied his enstranged daughter, catching on to her worry. "But that is not why you are here," he guessed.
Tears welling up in her eyes, the young Vulcan woman shook her head. "No..." she whispered, as she touched Connor's cheek in caress. "The Rakhari are on the station."
Peter nodded again. "I am aware of that. They had taken your brother, as well as several of Naois' children." He nodded over to where Delon was talking to Rezan and K'Nara. "We are preparing to battle them, but we are waiting for the younger version of myself to regain consciousness."
"Father, they have Tay. He sent me away, argued with me so I would walk away. But they have him." She closed her eyes. "I do not know whether he is wounded..."
Naois joined them, expression grim. "Then there are more than we anticipated."
Peter drew in a sharp breath. "Wake my younger self, Valeia." He knew she wouldn't question him this time. "When he is fully awake, send him to the reception hall. Naois, K'Nara, are you both ready? Your sons may wish to accompany us as well."
He gripped his dagger in one hand, phaser in the other, expression grim. "Seleya, you should remain here, but under the circumstances you may want to come along. Your place is with Tay." He saw his daughter blink in surprise, and smiled.
~ somewhat later~
The group of warriors had broken into the reception hall, stunning the majority of the Rakhari on sight, but some were overlooked and attacked immediately, forcing the Starfleet and non-Starfleet combatants into close-combat. Seleya stayed to the side, gripping her phaser with both hands, firing off shots whenever possible.
Peter battled a tall male Rakhari, taking a few blows and claws to his side in the process. In the end though, the feline drew the short end of the lot and fell down dead as Peter's dagger penetrated his heart.
Closeby he watched Tay step away from a dead feline, his back turned to the tall white-eared female that charged him. "Tay!" he called out, racing forward, knocking the Trill aside just in time. He heard Seleya cry out in alarm, then felt the feline's claws stab into both sides. He tasted copper as blood filled his mouth and he struggled to breathe. He fell down to his knees as the claws retreated from his body, the feline falling down dead as someone appeared to have phasered her. Then he fell over, rolling onto his back, crying out in pain. Blood pooled under him, pouring from wounds that his nanites could not begin to heal. The main artery near his heard was severed, and he was slowly bleeding to death.
"Tay," he whispered, struggling harder to remain conscious. He was mortally wounded, the feline's poison coursing through his veins. The Trill crawled closer as Peter held out a bloody hand towards him, holding his precious dagger. "Take this," he whispered, "it is yours. Protect my daughter, love her..."
He closed his eyes for a few seconds, to open them again later. "My katra...you must take it to Vulcan. Promise me..." He reached to touch Tay's temple. Seleya's tear-streaked face filled his blurred vision. "My daughter..."
He coughed, feeling as though he was drowning, then reached towards her, taking her hand and placing it in Tay's. "Be happy," he whispered, then went limp. His hand fell away from theirs as his head rolled sideways.
"Father!" Seleya screamed, shaking him. "Someone call a doctor! Father, wake up. Please, wake up! I cannot lose you now, not now! Please!" She felt hands on her shoulders, but she shook them off, begging to her father to please wake up, that all was going to be well now.
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Post by Sharon Wolf on Apr 11, 2009 12:15:26 GMT
Sharon was enjoying the festivities, seeing old friends she had not seen in a long time, she was about to clear her throat when Tay was attacked by what appeared to be a caitian, and turned out the Rakhari were there. Sharon was attacked and fought with her attacker, she had learned from experience to ayoid the claws, she got one hand into the cats fur on the back of its neck and yhanked hard shoving her fist into its mouth.
"Damn cats, don't you learn much less realize we have been ready for you." Sharon said as she threw the cat off.
She pulled her sleeve back and tapped several controls on her wrist communicator and the cats disappeared. "Security, I just activated special order 47 are the cats in the brig?" She asked.
"Ops to Admiral Sanders,we just monitored the transport, something screwed with the transport and the cats were beamed somewhere else on the station." Came the voice.
"Damn, Security find them, set phase rifles to kill, they are up to something I want a deck by deck search now." Sharon said.
"Yes ma'am." came the voice from security.
Sharon Turned and saw Seleya standing near a body that was definitely not feline, and walked over she gasped when she saw it was Peter.
She put her hand on Seleya's shoulder."I'm sorry Seleya, I will make damn sure he did not die in vain." Sharon said and turned Tay. "You ok?"She asked.
<Seleya, Tay>
Sharon contacted Peter's family while she waited for his younger self and K'nara to join them.
<Everyone>
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Post by Naois Mercy on Apr 11, 2009 13:56:40 GMT
When the fighting began, Naois found himself facing one of the smaller male felines and he almost regretted having to kill him. The feline seemed young enough to be retrained but when Naois tried to offer a truce, the feline would see no reason. Razorsharp 6-inch claws sank into his thigh and he could hear them graze the bone; it almost made him feel nauseous.
However he was able to keep focused on his task as he aimed his phaser and effectively incinerated the Rakhari. He turned as a piercing scream caught his attention and he just saw a tall female dig her claws into Peter Horn. From the corner of his eyes he saw the younger version come running in, aiming a phaser he shouldn't even have. Revan was close on his heels, looking pale but battle ready.
Nearby, Delon gripped a dagger Rezan probably had given him and with utter concentration circled a Rakhari male. Limping forward, Naois was barely able to prevent one of the felines from getting to his son, but his phaser beam struck just in time.
Turning again, he witnessed the final moment between Peter, Seleya and Tay and he nodded to himself with a hint of approval. Though apparently it took his own death, his friend seemed to finally have forgiven himself and his daughter. When he approached, he could not help but see the smile frozen on the dead man's face.
Naois did keep a respectful distance, not sure whether the young couple would appreciate further consolation. Admiral Sander seemed to be doing a sufficient job so far, but as a counselor he opted to remain close. "Revan, please wake Connor Horn and bring him here. I know he should rest but he should be with his sister. I will locate Peter's other daughter, Lilah.
He didn't have to look far, for Lilah - followed by Stern - had just entered the hall. The young woman looked far too pale, her eyes wide in shock. Naois could see that she'd been very close to her father, as she appeared to be already aware of his death. Allowing her to approach, Naois beckoned the younger Peter Horn closer. "He hated Tay," he murmured, "yet in the end he saved his life."
"He did not hate him," Peter disputed, shaking his head, "and he will not cause so much hurt this time either. I will do things differently, I will not be the cause of so much hurt." He shook his head again, looking away. "I cannot watch this, it hurts too much. I can almost feel what killed him, and their grief is overwhelming. I must leave."
"When you have given your statement to Admiral Sander, you may return to your shipmates, they should still be in the brig." Naois replied, "although I believe K'nara may want a word first." He gestured to the Klingon woman, who approached the both of them. "K'Nara, I regret to inform you that Peter was killed. From what I can tell, he did not suffer long."
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Post by K'nara Corval on Apr 11, 2009 22:38:12 GMT
As soon as the basewide security alarm went off, Rezan and Dukath who were being praised by their parents for their actions rather than told off like the Mercy children, were up on their feet regardless of all injuries, much to Valeia's disapproval.
Rezan nodded in the direction of Laura's biobed. "Battle," he informed her. "I fight in your honor." K'Nara glared at her first born in pure confusion but there was no time to explore this seemily new development.
Speaking with Naois they affirmed that the Rakhari were infact at the reception, their discuises as Caitlain delegates fully blown. Now they could act. Merzan immediatly had Bat'leths beamed to them in sickbay and they set about discussing a strategy.
K'Nara, are you both ready? Your sons may wish to accompany us as well." Peter Horn suggested, much to the younger Klingons delight. A few moments later they, united they stormed the Reception.
All the Klingons let out a mighty roar as they joined in the fray, working together swiftly and evenly. At some point, to everyones confusion the Rakhari were suddenly beamed away. K'Nara narrowly missing a civilian as she lost her footing every so slightly in suprise of her target disappearing into thin air.
Immediately she checked on the status of her sons. They were alive, abeit a few scratches. Neither looked to have been stabbed or poisoned by Rakhari claws. The Klingon female was filled with a sense of pride.
Sharon Saunders seemed to be barking commands to security so K'Nara decided to join her, trying to figure out what their next move should be. Where had the Felines beamed too?
Before she could ask the question however Naois called her over.
"K'Nara, I regret to inform you that Peter was killed. From what I can tell, he did not suffer long."
The Klingon swallowed hard, this she had not expected. Next to his body, Tay was hugging a sobbing Seleya looking bewildered and pale. She stepped forward and informed them both. "He died with honor in battle. He was a true warrior." before kneeling down before the body and letting out an almighty death cry.
Merzan, Dvorek and her sons joined her in a circle round the body and Peters daughter and son in law also paying their last respects.
Then there was a flash . . . . . . . .
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Post by Mel D'BrooNi on Apr 11, 2009 22:53:31 GMT
Q lazily stopped time for everyone in the room but the young Peter Horn. He stepped forward and observed the Klingons eerily frozen staring at the ceiling in mid roar.
"Interesting," he muttered, "I never would have guessed that to happen."
<Peter>
With a click of his fingers, the young Sharon and Tak Science appeared beside him.
"This is but one possible future," he lectured them, then addressed just Peter. "I believe you have learnt your lesson now."
With another click of his fingers all of them were sent back in time once more.
"Peter," a familiar voice called out followed by someone prodding him.
"Mr Horn, wake up,"
Small hands tryed to shove him but didn't succeed much, the younger Trill misjudging his adult weight.,
"Tay," Mel sounding nearer snapped and there was a shuffling noise as Peters eyes started to cooperate and adjust to the light.
"Well somethings not right, hes asleep . . . ."
More shiffling followed as Mel moved Tay to the side of the cooridoor wall in the simulation of Peters old ship. "Stay there," she told him firmly before walking back to Peter still laid on the floor.
"Peter wake up. Are you okay?" Mel said gently seeing his eyes were now flickering.
Tag <Peter>
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Post by Tak Science on Apr 13, 2009 18:51:47 GMT
The Vulcan exhaled a sigh of relief, permitting himself to feel that much at that particular moment. "I cannot track you," he replied, "I am in transit to sickbay, meet me there. I will have a medical team stand by to receive Mr Horn." It was unfortunate that he couldn't hurry the turbolift's speed, because he felt as if he were in a right hurry.
"Captain Science report on your situation," he ordered, obviously speaking to the older version of Tak Science, "movement of the Rakhari? Can we trap them somewhere?"
“I am almost certain that we can. Are you familiar with the concept of using gases to hide an object in space? Basically, one emits gases into space, often warp plasma.”
The younger Tak started to inch over, nodding his head, “That is correct – it blocks the sensors. However, I fail to see how that would help. The Rakhari are creatures. They are not ships.”
“I never said they were ships. Respect your elders.”
“I will respect you when I die.”
“You realize that if you died, I would too?”
The younger Kzinti smirked, “That was exactly the idea.”
“You know what? I hate you. You remind me of myself.”
“Have no fear – the hatred is mutual.”
“Anyways...what my self absorbed counter-half does not understand is that we could release a sort of gas. Think about how you could hide one’s eyesight that way.”
“Yes, after all, only a feline would understand that one.”
“You are a feline...you are...me?”
“That’s right. But I was always the smarter one anyways.”
“Do you have any idea, then, how we could distribute something like that?”
“As a matter of fact, I do, through a sort of shuttlecraft operation.”
“That seems...relatively fair I suppose.”
The pair then turned to the one who had proposed the question in the first place so that he might pass judgment on the proceedings.
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Post by Commander Peter Horn on Apr 13, 2009 19:34:20 GMT
Face ashen, Peter sat up, then crawled back as far as he could. "No, you are de-" He broke off. The last thing he remembered was Q telling him something was unexpected and that he learned something. And now he was here, on the Fang? Was Q playing another trick on him again?
He looked up, saw Melanie's concerned eyes, flanked by Tay. "I am...fine," he answered, "why am I on the floor?" He couldn't remember falling asleep or being tired enough to just keel over.
A little unsteadily, he rose to his feet, allowing Tay to help him. "Thank you." He blinked a few times, regarding the boy who stood beside him with new interest. "You made a good father, I think," he murmured, "especially after -" He broke off again, he just couldn't tell that Melanie had died, because of their continued argument. He just couldn't do it. Instead, he reached out and took her into a very tight hug, before releasing her. "I am very happy to see you," he said in earnest, eyes shining as he watched her.
Q had said it was a possible future, and the future wasn't set in stone. Peter sobered a little as he remembered Q's words, and decided to tell her what had him so upset. "I saw myself getting killed by Rakhari," he finally confessed, shaking violently at the memory. "The same way as Geller was killed," he added in a whisper, sinking back down to the deck.
He took a few deep breaths. "Tay, I wanted you to show you someting. Your sister was kind enough to assist me in this, so please run the program and judge for yourself. I hope you understand..." This time he got back to his feet on his own. "After you have watched this, please assist me in getting to sickbay? I feel...faint. Torn, it is hard to describe to be honest." He hesitated, resting his hand on the Trill's shoulder. "Run the program," he suggested again, almost pleading, "and tell me what you think?"
Peter stepped back a few paces, then ordered the program to reset and run from the start. Again, a young Vulcan boy ran by, almost knocking them out of the way, followed by a very angry Commander Graeme Janeway. "Follow," Peter suggested, "we are in observant mode, we do not participate only observe."
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Post by Mel D'BrooNi on Apr 13, 2009 20:49:19 GMT
Future Tay
"Tay!"
The young Trill heard the warning but before he could process who was yelling him was roughly shoved to the side. He heard his wife scream as he hit the floor shoulder first with a loud thud, then there followed a sound far more horrific. The white eared cat had just put both paws, claws fully extended into Seleya's father. The older version.
Tay tried to get up again to push the Cat away from him and a phaser beam whipped past his ears hitting the Rakhari dead on. The Cat slumped down dead or unconscious, he didn't know. It wasn't moving anymore. Peter, its claws still in him slumped down on top of it. Green blood was pooling out around his as Tay scrambled to reach him.
"GET A MED TEAM," the Trill yelled desperately.
"Tay," Peter said again, all but a whisper.
"Stay with me," the Trill begged. Despite everything, he couldn't see his father in law die like this. As he reached him Peter held his hand out and pushed a dagger into his. Tay swallowed hard as he recognised it and realised what he was doing. "No stay with me," he begged again. "You just saved my life . . ."
"Take this," he whispered, "it is yours. Protect my daughter, love her..."
"I do love her, I always did," he pushed the dagger aside for a moment and clutched Peters hand hard. "Just fight it and we will find a way to both co-exist and love her."
To his horror, Peter closed his eyes. Tay could sense he was loosing the fight. Tears were starting to form in his eyes as he sensed Seleya moving towards them and she was clearly terrified.
"My katra...you must take it to Vulcan. Promise me..." Peter touched his temples and Tay jolted slightly from the shock of emotional projection Peter sent him. Sadness, forgiveness and deep regret all in one. And despite it all love towards both him and Seleya. Love he had buried and not allowed himself to feel.
"Be Happy," Peter told her, reaching towards her.
The light went out of his eyes and the Trill found himself sobbing freely now. "I will. I promise. And I will never stop trying to make her happy . . . ." Peters hand fell from his, as Seleya crouched down next to him. Tay grabbed the Katra, holding it tight and turned to hold his wife. He touched her own temples trying with all his might and concentration to allow her to feel just what her father had projected to him.
Pulling her into a hug, Seleya not letting her fathers hand go, he whispered between sobs. "He saved my life and he never stopped loving you baby."
Present Tay and Mel
Tay swallowed hard, he was as worried as Mel. "I am...fine," he answered, "why am I on the floor?" Letting a sigh out in relief, Tay edged forward slightly and held his hand out to help Peter up. The Vulcanoid took it.
"Thank you." He blinked a few times, regarding the boy who stood beside him with new interest. "You made a good father, I think," he murmured, "especially after -"
Tay felt himself flush slightly at the way Peter was looking at him. He had never looked at him that way before but before he dared question it further, he heard him tell him he made a good father. Perhaps he was ill, had been attacked and hit his head and was saying strange things. He shot Mel a questioning look.
Mel looked just as confused, in fact more so when Peter suddenly hugged her and said, "I am very happy to see you,"
"I saw myself getting killed by Rakhari," he finally confessed, shaking violently at the memory. "The same way as Geller was killed," he added in a whisper, sinking back down to the deck.
Tay didn't know who Geller was so didn't comment but something about the pained look on Mels face told him, she did.
"Tay, I wanted you to show you someting. Your sister was kind enough to assist me in this, so please run the program and judge for yourself. I hope you understand..." This time he got back to his feet on his own. "After you have watched this, please assist me in getting to sickbay? I feel...faint. Torn, it is hard to describe to be honest." He hesitated, resting his hand on the Trill's shoulder. "Run the program," he suggested again, almost pleading, "and tell me what you think?"
Tay was certainly worried about him. Peter Horn was acting very strangly. But Mel wasn't forcing him to sickbay yet and she knew him much better than he did, so he didn't argue. He nodded and helped him up again.
A small boy ran past them. Tay looked confused at Peter.
"Follow," Peter suggested, "we are in observant mode, we do not participate only observe."
Tay watched in amazement as the young boy activated a force field and another large human ran past him and straight into it. Getting back to his feet, the human, who he recognised was in security colours started yelling at the boy. "I will have you in the brig for this laddie. You could have seriously hurt two people with that little prank you just pulled. If I had it my way I would have you in an airlock."
"You will have to catch me first," the boy hissed, then continued running. It was at that point Tay noticed the pointed ears.
"Thats you?" he asked.
Peter nodded.
"Who's that?" he queried the human who was now fantically overiding something on the nearest console. "You just wait. Your mother will hear of this," he yelled after young Peter.
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Post by Commander Peter Horn on Apr 15, 2009 11:30:02 GMT
"That is Commander Graeme Janeway," Peter explained, "and at this particular moment he was quite ready to throw me in an airlock and open the outer doors toward space." Rather than them following, the program moved them along without them having to move much. It was just as well for Peter, because he didn't think he had any energy to walk or even run. The experiences of the past day - or was it days? hours? He couldn't begin to tell - had taken their toll on the first officer.
"You see.." A green flush was added to his pallor, as Peter stared down on the boy, clearly embarassed, "...I had sabotaged the turbolifts. What you are witnessing is a representation of something that actually did happen. The turbolifts would not stop at their proper deck, rather were put to halt one below a designated deck." He nodded over to the seven year old representation of himself; the boy stood several paces behind the forcefield, taunging the security chief. The child raced off when the field suddenly snapped off, the chief resuming his pursuit.
"I led him on a wild chase around the decks but eventually my own cleverness turned against me." He let the program continue, watching in silence until the scene he had just described. Graeme had the child backed against the wall, a phaser trained on him. The child, certainly not pleased with the turn of events, moved to charge the adult. Taken by surprise, Graeme staggered aside as the boy sprinted off, laughing. Jaw set, Graeme aimed his weapon and pressed the trigger, dropping the boy in one shot.
Peter winced at the memory. "I still remember the beating he gave me," he whispered, "and mother did nothing to stop him. In fact, my mother added another one to it, and she had never lifted her hand to me before. After that, she handed me over to security, and I spent several days in the brig, alone." He shook his head. "That was not the worst of it, but I will spare you that for now. I will tell you, when you are a little other, as the tale may shock you too much."
He drew in a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "After that though, Graeme took me under his wing. It was hardship, but he did teach me everything I know. He was hard, but fair. He never struck me again, and I learned to behave, especially since now I had something useful to do so to keep me out of trouble. And I intend the same for you, apprentice you to keep you out of trouble." He offered a slight smile. "I do not wish on you, what was done to me. I am sure you know I would never lift a hand to you, even though I may seem quite ready to do so. I have a temper yes, Melanie may have told you, but I can control it, most of the time."
The Vulcan fell silent, weariness emanating from him as he leaned against the wall. "I believe I should go to sickbay now...I imagine Valeia will be quite mad."
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Apr 17, 2009 6:51:49 GMT
In the Future:
All Valeia had managed to catch was “Rakhari,” and that was certainly enough. It may have been a long time since they dealt with them, but the doctor remembered all too well. "Wake my younger self, Valeia," Peter Horn requested, as she moved to join the group. "When he is fully awake, send him to the reception hall. Naois, K'Nara, are you both ready? Your sons may wish to accompany us as well."
Valeia felt a brief surge of panic, not only at the idea of Naois joining in this fight, but also her son. Glancing quickly at Delon, who had moved to stand and stoically waited for permission, the doctor exchanged a look with Naois, and finally offered only a slight nod. Delon offered his mother a very small hint of a smile before he moved to join his friends to make preparations. Both Naois and Delon were well aware of how Valeia felt, but with her son as a newly accepted Starfleet Tactical and Security Cadet, she knew that she would have to adjust to this sooner or later.
Observing the proceedings in stony silence, Laura was dealing with her own mixed emotions. It was difficult to understand how the prospect of jumping into dangerous situations with a high potential for getting hurt or killed could be considered normal, or healthy, but it appeared that was the Klingon way. Of course, she had already known this generally, but not...personally. From across sickbay, where weapons were being examined and armor checked, Rezan glanced up and nodded in her direction. "Battle. I fight in your honor," he offered, causing his mother to glare at him and glance over in her direction, seemingly looking Laura over for a moment.
Deciding now was not the time to make a snide remark Laura remained silent and swallowed nervously under the evaluating look. Somehow she didn’t think Rezan’s mother was someone that she wanted to cross or mess with if she wanted to live.
While trying to remain as calm as possible given that her husband and son were heading off to fight a bunch of violent, homicidal cats, Valeia moved into the next room to wake Peter as requested. She didn’t know how Revan would feel about it, but considering how much experience the younger Peter Horn had in fighting the Rakhari, Doctor Mercy had to agree. “The Rakhari are on the station in force and have taken over the reception. Peter Horn has requested his duplicate be revived and sent to assist them,” she informed her son. “He does have a lot of experience.”
Glancing at his still sleeping charge, Revan considered this for a moment and then nodded. It did make sense after all...and having something to focus on other than everything he had been told might be helpful. Valeia administered the stimulant, and as Peter regained consciousness and was informed of the situation, Revan could see the focus and inner-strength of the man begin to set in as he sat up and demanded a phaser. Much to the counselor’s shock, his mother handed Peter the requested weapon and then also handed one to him. “Be careful,” she admonished.
“I will,” he promised gripping the phaser only somewhat awkwardly as he followed Commander Horn to the reception area. While not exactly with flying colors, Revan had after all passed his phaser proficiency, just hoping he wouldn’t have to use it.
The two officers arrived towards the end of the battle, Peter clearly knew what he was doing, and though somewhat pale and uncomfortable in this situation, Revan at least held his own, although mostly firing protective shots rather than proactive ones. Delon faired just as well, battling as best he could with his father and friends for backup. Revan stayed close to his patient though Peter actually provided more protection than he required assistance. Unfortunately, they were both nearby when the elder version of Peter Horn was killed. Standing at a distance watching events unfold before them, all Revan could do was stand beside Commander Horn to try and provide support while getting off a few shots when the battle drifted too close.
Just like that and it was all over. The Rakhari were gone, Peter was gone, lying in his daughter’s arms, and Revan and younger Peter were quietly joined by Naois. "Revan, please wake Connor Horn and bring him here. I know he should rest but he should be with his sister. I will locate Peter's other daughter, Lilah,” he requested.
Glancing at a still pale Peter and seeing Lilah enter the reception, Revan nodded. Peter would be fine with his father, and Connor was his friend. He should be here.
As Revan left, K’Nara and her family were told of Peter’s death. Delon had stayed close to his friends during the fight and went with them when they followed their mother to the side of their fallen comrade. The death cry had been a shock, but the intent was clear. It was mourning…just Klingon style, and the Romulan bowed his head out of respect. This was his first real experience in a fight, other than the failure earlier. These were the kinds of things you couldn’t learn from simulations.
In sickbay, Valeia had been preparing medical response teams and when the call came in that the fight was over and there were casualties, she gathered her staff and prepared to beam to the reception hall, but she was stopped by Laura. “Mom, I want to go,” Laura insisted. “I...want to help. I want to make sure everyone’s ok.”
Hesitating, the doctor didn’t want Laura in the crossfire, but the determination on her face was obvious. “Alright...but stay close to me, or your father and brothers.”
The medical team beamed in very soon after, and Valeia moved quickly to Peter’s side. It was obvious there was nothing she could do, but she had to check, while Laura moved to stand with Delon, her face pale. She was glad to see her brother was alright...but she tried not to look at Rezan. He was moving around, so clearly he was alright, but seeing Mr. Horn dead like that and hearing Seleya cry was too much for her to deal with on top of him too. Checking for a pulse, the Doctor just shook her head, swallowing hard. “I’m so sorry, Seleya, Lilah...” she offered sadly.
Standing back to allow the two daughters to mourn their father with their husbands by their side, Valeia crossed to Naois. She didn’t see the younger Peter anywhere, but before she could ask, she caught sight of his leg. “Naois Mercy...” she scolded absentmindedly as she pulled out her tricorder to examine the injury. The wound was deep and had actually scratched the femur but just missed the artery. “You need to go to sickbay and have this taken care of...” the doctor informed him before her mild glare softened. Peter had been his friend after all. “I’m sorry about Peter,” she offered gently moving to give him a hug, careful not to throw him off balance.
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Back in sickbay, Revan arrived to find T’Rache still sitting by Connor’s bedside. He was aware of her feelings but knew better than to mention them, to her or anyone else. “Connor’s father is dead,” Revan murmured softly, catching the quick glimpse of emotion that crossed her face. “He needs to be with his family now,” he added.
Glancing at Connor’s sleeping face, so peaceful, T’Rache hesitated. “He is not... I do not think...” Finally, she nodded. Whether Connor was well or not, he needed to know, and Revan was right; he needed to be with his sisters. “I am going too.”
Revan didn’t know whether Connor would want her to go with them, but he wasn’t about to say so and merely nodded before asking a nurse to revive his best friend. As his eyes blinked open, T’Rache stepped back slightly out his view, allowing her brother to speak to Connor first. “Hi Connor...” Revan started, not entirely sure what to say before taking a deep breath and continuing. “Something’s happened. If you’re feeling up to it, I think you need to come with us...to be with your family.”
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Present Time:
Valeia glanced up as Peter entered sickbay, not looking well at all. “Commander, are you alright?” she asked, concerned as she stepped forward. “What happened?” the doctor questioned, guiding Peter towards an empty biobed. He was pale and his expression tortured, but it was the emotional pain she sensed from him that worried her the most. “Peter...talk to me... What’s wrong? Do you want me to get Naois?”
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Post by Commander Peter Horn on Apr 17, 2009 21:43:53 GMT
"I saw myself die," the Vulcan whispered, clearly upset. Melanie had taken him to sickbay, for which he was grateful. Perhaps he shouldn't have shown Tay his past, so shortly after returning from the future. "I saw myself die," he repeated, running clammy hands down his sides, "claws ran through me. Not me, but me." He looked up, his eyes dark with emotion.
"I was alone, lonely alone. My daughter hated me, my wife left me, my grandchildren I never met..." He allowed Valeia to help him onto the biobed, somewhat oblivious to it. He shook his head again, wringing his hands together. "It was overwhelming. I was questioned and questioned. K'nara told me...Tay blamed me, he was so angry..."
His voice dropped to a whisper. "He blamed me for her death. She was dead, and I was at fault. Then the Rakhari attacked." He took a deep, shuddering breath. "Your son stayed with me, one of them. The other wanted to fight. Naois was hurt, not badly but enough. I saw myself die, my daughter held me."
Peter had no idea that his ramblings made little sense; he was lost in his own sensations, no longer aware of Valeia standing beside him, a hand on his shoulder. "Harley." The name came out as a sob. He shouldn't have gone to sickbay, he realised, he should've gone home. The Vulcan struggled to sit up, but Valeia wouldn't allow it. "Let me up, I must go home.."
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Post by Mel D'BrooNi on Apr 18, 2009 8:25:03 GMT
Mel watched gently from the side very concerned about her friend. This was so unlike him. Hugging people, voluntarily going to sickbay ... Her hands rested tightly on her little brother’s shoulders who was stood in front of him, clearly a bit shocked himself at Peters condition and the scenario he had just watched.
"I saw myself die," the Vulcan whispered, clearly upset. Melanie had taken him to sickbay, for which he was grateful. Perhaps he shouldn't have shown Tay his past, so shortly after returning from the future. "I saw myself die," he repeated, running clammy hands down his sides, "claws ran through me. Not me, but me." He looked up, his eyes dark with emotion.
Turning round, she smiled at Tay. “Peters not feeling well honey, why don’t you go get that surprise we were working on for him? Perhaps it would cheer him up,” she suggested.
Tay bounded off with excitement; after the ice cream incident had settled sown he had decided that Peter just did not understand ice cream as he could not eat it. So he had with Mel’s help and past experience through Coran, D’BrooNi’s host before her created a ice cream sundae programme that was lactose free and free from any other additives Peter’s system could not stomach. It meant Tay had to go back to his quarters and get the programme, Mel not having had chance to put it in the main memory of replicators yet. Perhaps it was not the best time for an ice cream sundae but it meant Tay was out of the way for a moment and the way this conversation was going she wasn’t sure Peter wanted his young charge to be hearing it.
Stepping nearer Valeia was clearly just as concerned, especially as he continued "I was alone, lonely alone. My daughter hated me, my wife left me, my grandchildren I never met..." He allowed Valeia to help him onto the biobed, somewhat oblivious to it. He shook his head again, wringing his hands together. "It was overwhelming. I was questioned and questioned. K'nara told me...Tay blamed me, he was so angry..."
Both women exchanged a look in confusion.
His voice dropped to a whisper. "He blamed me for her death. She was dead, and I was at fault. Then the Rakhari attacked." He took a deep, shuddering breath. "Your son stayed with me, one of them. The other wanted to fight. Naois was hurt, not badly but enough. I saw myself die, my daughter held me."
Mel just knew he was referring to her, he had to be. She stepped forward trying to be of some comfort. “It didn’t happen Peter, you were dreaming on the holodec.”
"Harley." The name came out as a sob. He shouldn't have gone to sickbay, he realised, he should've gone home. The Vulcan struggled to sit up, but Valeia wouldn't allow it. "Let me up, I must go home.."
Mel was pleased that Valeia put her foot down refusing to let him leave just yet. If she hadn’t, the Trill had been fully prepared to step in and demand he stay anyway. As Valeia fiddled with some more scans Mel grabbed his hand, “It sounds a horrible dream but its not going to happen. Dreams are just dreams,” she smiled at him. “I know that, I’ve had 7 lifetimes of them remember.”
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Tay entered again smiled at her and ran to the replicator in sickbay linking his programme in and ordering up the surprise. He hid the dish behind his back and started to approach the bio bed from across sickbay.
“You’re never going to be alone, I promise and Tay most certainly doesn’t hate you or why would he go to all this trouble?” she cocked her head as she sensed her sibling approach.
Tay did a Trill bow to his mentor and addressed him. “Mr Horn I’m sorry you are not feeling well but this always helps me when I am upset.” He presented Peter the sundae then sheepishly looked at the doctor.
"Can he?" Tay asked Valeia pensively.
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“Its Horn safe,” Mel told him eyes sparkling. “We checked it against every allergy you have . . .”
“Used some different ingredients,” Tay said seriously, “But it doesn’t taste bad. You will like it I think. Seleya tried it and she thinks you will like it.”
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Apr 18, 2009 20:16:12 GMT
"I saw myself die," Peter whispered. His voice was hoarse and his skin pale. It was almost as if he was seeing the images that so tormented him even as he spoke. "I saw myself die, claws ran through me. Not me, but me. I was alone, lonely alone,” he continued murmuring as Valeia helped him onto the biobed. He was shaking badly and his skin was cold to the touch. "My daughter hated me, my wife left me, and my grandchildren I never met…” he continued, the emotions that were pouring from him nearly enough to overload her empathic senses. “It was overwhelming. I was questioned and questioned. K'nara told me...Tay blamed me, he was so angry..."
Glancing over at Mel, who looked just as worried as Valeia felt, the doctor reached for her tricorder to look for any physical problems that could be causing or at least contributing to his distress. A nurse stepped over to assist, also looking concerned. “Get Naois...and Harley,” Valeia requested quietly, and the woman nodded once.
“He blamed me for her death. She was dead, and I was at fault. Then the Rakhari attacked," Peter rambled on, pausing to take several deep, breaths before he continued. "Your son stayed with me, one of them. The other wanted to fight. Naois was hurt, not badly, but enough. I saw myself die, my daughter held me…"
He was quickly losing her...Rakhari...sons? Nothing he said was making any sense. Her scans weren’t showing any anomalies or any neurological trauma or damage that could cause this kind of confusion, so Valeia was grateful when Mel stepped forward to help him. “It didn’t happen, Peter. You were dreaming on the holodeck.”
"Harley," he practically sobbed, his emotional distress continuing to rise. "Let me up. I must go home...” he insisted, moving to stand, but far too weak to actually do so.
“You’re not going anywhere,” Valeia stated firmly but gently. “Harley is coming. She will be here soon,” the doctor soothed, hoping that the nurse would come quickly.
“It sounds a horrible dream but its not going to happen. Dreams are just dreams,” Mel reassured him, smiling. “I know that. I’ve had 7 lifetimes of them, remember.”
Seeing no evidence to the contrary, Valeia was inclined to agree. “Dreams can be terrifying and feel entirely real, but it’s over now, and you’re safe here in sickbay,” she reemphasized. “I’m sure your wife children will be here as soon as they can.”
While she tried to check for signs of hallucinations or anything in his bloodstream that could cause them, Mel continued. “You’re never going to be alone. I promise and Tay most certainly doesn’t hate you…or why would he go to all this trouble?”
Out of the corner of her eye, Valeia saw Tay approaching and very politely offer a bow. “Mr. Horn, I’m sorry you are not feeling well but this always helps me when I am upset,” the boy informed Peter as he presented an ice cream sundae from behind his back, and glancing sheepishly in her direction, Mel’s brother added, "Can he?"
“It’s Horn safe. We checked it against every allergy you have...” Mel added quickly.
“Used some different ingredients,” Tay also added, “But it doesn’t taste bad. You will like it I think. Seleya tried it and she thinks you will like it,” he stated hopefully.
Serving dessert had been one of the last things in her mind with the way Peter was acting, but as she glanced first at the ‘Horn safe’ concoction and then the hopeful look on Tay’s face, Valeia had to admit, ice cream wasn’t such a bad idea. “As long as it won’t react with any of his allergies, I don’t see why not,” Doctor Mercy replied. “But only if Commander Horn wants,” she added, carefully observing him for any adverse emotional reactions as he was acting so unusually it was difficult to predict.
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Post by Naois Mercy on Apr 18, 2009 21:42:19 GMT
part JP with Peter Horn
Naois had been home when he received the call from sickbay, and he met with a concerned looking Harley Horn at the turbolift. The woman was carrying her youngest child on her arm, clearly having been in the process of tending to him when she was summoned. He held out his arms and she wordlessly handed him the infant, so she could tend to her own appearance.
The baby was lying soundless in his arms, staring up at him with dark grey eyes that were wide with curiosity. "He grows well," the counselor observed, examining the baby briefly. "Telepathic ability is present, I can feel him trying to probe me. Peter will probably nurture the innate talent in his son."
Harley nodded as she tucked a few strands of hair back in her bun. "Have you been told what's wrong?"
The Vulcan shook his head. "No, but the call sounded urgent. Has Peter been ill or injured, that I am unaware of?"
Now, Harley shook her head. "Not that I know of," she answered urgently. Together they walked into sickbay, Harley taking back her baby as Naois increased the distance in his steps, striding forward fast. She followed as fast as was possible, gasping as she saw her husband's still form on a biobed, Tay standing beside it, holding out what appeared to be an icecream of some creation.
Peter didn't see Harley approach, his eyes on the offered delicacy, though he made no attempt to accept it. The look in his eyes was vacant, as though he didn't even see it. "It was no dream," he whispered, "you say it was a dream, but I know it was not."
"What happened?" Harley asked, as she took her husband's hand in her own. Using every technique she ever learned, she raised her mental shields against him, keeping him out of her thoughts for now. "What is a dream? Why is Tay giving you icecream? You know you can't eat it..." When Tay protested and told her he could, she ruffled his hair in appreciation. "Perhaps later Tay," she promised, "I don't think he's ready to be so brave and try it. Perhaps you should offer it again later, dare him to try?"
Meanwhile, Naois stood on Peter's other side, trying to draw his attention, while listening to Valeia's explanation of what happened. "Harley, could you please join Valeia and have her tell you in detail what happened? I would like some privacy with Peater, if you would not mind? Melanie, perhaps you and Tay could join them?"
Harley nodded, knowing Naois would be able to help. When all were gone, Naois sat on the bed beside his friend. "Peter, will you permit me your thoughts? It may be less painful for you, and easier on me."
The younger Vulcan tilted his head to face the counselor, a horrified expression in his eyes. Then he nodded, lay back on the bed and closed his eyes. He knew how draining mindmelds were, even if he were the one not to initiate it, this time.
Naois pressed his fingers together and closed his eyes for a moment, counting his breaths in concentration. Then he pressed his fingers on the katra points on Peter's face, initiating the traditional incantonation. He almost fainted as conflicting emotions threatened to overwhelm him. Images from both the future, and the past.
Quickly, he ascertained that the past images were a holodeck program, but the future was altogether different. They were no dreams, they were actual memories. Patiently, he sorted through the memories, blinking once or twice at the reference to his own future children. Valeia would never believe this, he knew as he pressed on. While Peter apparently had never left the holodeck, according to the ship's logs, Peter apparently saw this as real.
Quietly, he dissolved the meld and balanced himself against the bed for a moment. Then he stepped away to face the three women. "They are real memories," he reported, "he did witness his death. However this was not through his own doing or of his own choice, that much I can tell. He believes Q did this to him, to teach him something. Only Peter knows what was to be taught, but he was accompanied by Sharon Wolf and Tak Science. I do believe Captain Corval should be informed, so that all three can be debriefed, sooner, rather than later." He paused. "For now, I suggest Peter is detained here. In his present condition he may be a danger to himself and others. After several hours of rest, he should return to his quarters and stay there until certified fit for duty."
Naois paused again. "That is my professional commendation. On a personal level, I am quite concerned and I am at a loss as to how to help him further. Showing young Tay his program was not the wisest idea. Peter does not know when or where he is, having just 'returned' from the future, only to be dumped in his own past upset his sense of time. He will need some time to recover and we must assist as best as we can."
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Apr 19, 2009 6:09:41 GMT
Peter didn’t even respond to the ice cream, the haunted expression not wavering. Fortunately, Harley and Naois arrived then, and seeing her husband made Valeia feel just a little bit better. “He was in the holodeck with Mel and Tay when he said he wasn’t feeling well and wanted to go to sickbay. He has been...distressed since he arrived, telling us about a pretty terrible dream he had, but he seems confused,” the doctor added, keeping her voice low trying to keep from upsetting Peter further.
"Harley, could you please join Valeia and have her tell you in detail what happened? I would like some privacy with Peter, if you would not mind? Melanie, perhaps you and Tay could join them?" Naois requested, and although Valeia was torn about leaving Peter in this condition, physically there seemed to be nothing wrong with him, which made the doctor all but useless and her husband’s expertise important.
As the four of them moved away, Valeia could see that Tay was upset and quietly offered, “It was a good idea...the ice cream. I’m sure if Peter were feeling himself he would have loved it. When he’s feeling better I am sure he would love to try it.”
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“Mel may know more than I about what’s going on...I really don’t know much more than what I said earlier. His emotional control is unstable, and he’s very upset about something, but physically he’s fine. He was talking earlier but…it didn’t make any sense. Something about being alone and seeing himself die, someone else being dead and Tay and his children hating him, you leaving and the Rakhari attacking...” Trailing off, Valeia offered a shrug. “I really didn’t understand any of it. Physically, he’s perfectly healthy with no brain damage or neurological trauma that I could see, so that’s good news. Hopefully Naois will be able to figure out what’s going on...”
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As Naois approached, Valeia could feel his weariness. "They are real memories. He did witness his death. However, this was not through his own doing or of his own choice; that much I can tell. He believes Q did this to him, to teach him something. Only Peter knows what was to be taught, but he was accompanied by Sharon Wolf and Tak Science. I do believe Captain Corval should be informed, so that all three can be debriefed, sooner, rather than later. For now, I suggest Peter be detained here. In his present condition he may be a danger to himself and others. After several hours of rest, he should return to quarters and stay there until certified fit for duty."
Naois hesitated briefly before continuing. "That is my professional commendation. On a personal level, I am quite concerned and am at a loss as to how to help him further. Showing young Tay his program was not the wisest idea. Peter does not know when or where he is, having just 'returned' from the future, only to be dumped in his own past upset his sense of time. He will need some time to recover and we must assist as best as we can,” the counselor recommended, his concern evident.
Frowning in confusion, Valeia spoke first. “Q?” she asked, before shaking her head. “Nevermind, it’s not important. You can tell me later. The first thing I can do is run a scan and see if his internal body clock is off, which would tell us if he physically left and how long he was gone. I should probably run a similar scan on Sharon and Tak. The second thing I can recommend is to re-familiarize him with the current time and reinforce where and when he is, much as we do when a patient has been unconscious or unaware for a long period of time following illness or injury. It may take time, but seeing his friends and family as we are now should help. It’s also a good idea for him to see Tak and Sharon, whether they have similar memories or not, as they were with him. Once he’s well enough, limited access to the computer to fully confirm when he is and where in the timeline should also help. It could just be as Naois said, a sudden jump from present to future to past, not to mention what he witnessed, overwhelmed him. Steady, consistent interaction and a reaffirmation of the present should help to restabilize his mental state,” Doctor Mercy concluded.
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Post by Mel D'BrooNi on Apr 21, 2009 16:21:21 GMT
As the four of them moved away, Valeia could see that Tay was upset and quietly offered, “It was a good idea...the ice cream. I’m sure if Peter were feeling himself he would have loved it. When he’s feeling better I am sure he would love to try it.”
Tay smiled and nodded at the Doctor before plonking himself on the nearest Bio bed and digging into the ice cream himself. “Waste not want not!”
“Mel may know more than I about what’s going on...I really don’t know much more than what I said earlier. His emotional control is unstable, and he’s very upset about something, but physically he’s fine. He was talking earlier but…it didn’t make any sense. Something about being alone and seeing himself die, someone else being dead and Tay and his children hating him, you leaving and the Rakhari attacking...” Trailing off, Valeia offered a shrug. “I really didn’t understand any of it. Physically, he’s perfectly healthy with no brain damage or neurological trauma that I could see, so that’s good news. Hopefully Naois will be able to figure out what’s going on...”
“All I know is Peter asked Tay and I to meet him in the holodec and when we got there he was asleep,” Mel said still looking confused. “We woke him, he was saying some strange things like Tay made a good father . . .” She looked pensively at her little brother, which was certainly something that she didn’t want to consider for a long time yet. “Oh and he hugged me. Most unvulcanlike. Most unpeter like. Like he hadn't seen me in I don't know . . years.”
Naois approached "They are real memories. He did witness his death. However, this was not through his own doing or of his own choice; that much I can tell. He believes Q did this to him, to teach him something. Only Peter knows what was to be taught, but he was accompanied by Sharon Wolf and Tak Science. I do believe Captain Corval should be informed, so that all three can be debriefed, sooner, rather than later. For now, I suggest Peter be detained here. In his present condition he may be a danger to himself and others. After several hours of rest, he should return to quarters and stay there until certified fit for duty."
Naois hesitated briefly before continuing. "That is my professional commendation. On a personal level, I am quite concerned and am at a loss as to how to help him further. Showing young Tay his program was not the wisest idea. Peter does not know when or where he is, having just 'returned' from the future, only to be dumped in his own past upset his sense of time. He will need some time to recover and we must assist as best as we can,” the counselor recommended, his concern evident.
Frowning in confusion, Valeia spoke first. “Q?” she asked, before shaking her head. “Never mind, it’s not important. You can tell me later. The first thing I can do is run a scan and see if his internal body clock is off, which would tell us if he physically left and how long he was gone. I should probably run a similar scan on Sharon and Tak. The second thing I can recommend is to re-familiarize him with the current time and reinforce where and when he is, much as we do when a patient has been unconscious or unaware for a long period of time following illness or injury. It may take time, but seeing his friends and family as we are now should help. It’s also a good idea for him to see Tak and Sharon, whether they have similar memories or not, as they were with him. Once he’s well enough, limited access to the computer to fully confirm when he is and where in the timeline should also help. It could just be as Naois said, a sudden jump from present to future to past, not to mention what he witnessed, overwhelmed him. Steady, consistent interaction and a reaffirmation of the present should help to restabilize his mental state,” Doctor Mercy concluded.
Mel nodded. “Naois, I’ll come tell K’Nara with you.” Mel said knowing the Klingon was probably going to be confused and she would probably need to be briefed to approach Peter tactfully after his ordeal. Unfortunately Klingons and tact did not mix well . . . .
“Tay,” she continued, “Come on we’ll walk you to mums on the way.”
“But I want to . . . . .”
“Peter needs his family right now, we will just be in the way,”
“But Mel. . . .”
“No arguments,”
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A while later they were stood in K'Nara's ready room. Mel pulled up everything on the Q while they went to the bridge and had already seemily irked her CO trying to explain temporal universal theory of which Naois had broached the subject of emotional and mental damage from such encounters out of time. Clearly Klingons and time paradox's didn't mix either.
"Why is this Q blasting my first officer around in the past?" the Klingon demanded.
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