|
Post by K'nara Corval on Apr 24, 2009 21:55:31 GMT
Charging past the flustered counselor and Trill who weren't exactly answering her questions rather than hitting her with a whole load of temporal multiverse and emotional jargon instead, the Captain decided to get some answers of her own. She stopped at the door briefly.
"Nevermind, I will find out myself firsthand. Mr Mercy you have the bridge. I will be in sickbay." She caught the brief worried look that passed between Mel and the vulcanoid but kept walking to the turbolift.
Predictably Mel joined her. "Maam maybe now is not the best time . . ."she began.
K'Nara caught the movement of Naois from the ready room into the main bridge out the corner of her eye. Immediatly he was reaching towards his comm. badge, no doubt warning his wife of her coming down to sickbay.
<Naois>
"There never is a "best" time Commander," K'Nara addressed her formally not sure if she was more angry about the fact she didn't understand most of what she had just listened too or that Horn had possibly in her view exposed them to a formidable enemy.
"Naois was going to suggest we debrief with all three crew members in a little while . . ."
"Then why has he not made that suggestion?" the Klingon snapped slightly louder so the vulcan could not miss it as the doors opened and K'Nara stepped in. Mel shot Naois another flustered look and followed her, the doors snapping shut. "Deck 3," she barked.
The Trill clearly did not have a response so she continued. "I will decide when we debrief Commander and right now I am having a talk with my XO as to the potential dangers of this Q being he has managed to anger," she informed her very clearly. "And I do not need a babysitter so you can go back to whatever it was you were doing. Dismissed."
She wasn't trying to time it but the doors opened at that exact moment so she sauntered out, not looking back. Wisely the Trill decided not to follow her any further.
As she entered sickbay it was obvious they had infact been tipped off of her trip down, as several nurses looked away and suddenly got busy leaving Valeia to face her.
"Captain . . ." she started.
"Take me to him Doctor," K'Nara demanded in a tone that made it crystal clear she was having no arguements on this one, no matter what her counselors opinion, she was getting a first hand explanation of what had occured this minute.
Tag <Valeia / Peter >
|
|
|
Post by Commander Peter Horn on Apr 26, 2009 19:15:43 GMT
Harley sighed as she heard the captain's voice, then gripped her husband's hand tightly. The Vulcan was sitting up in bed, still looking haunted but more relaxed than he had been a few hours ago. He was holding Connor in his arms, while beside him Lilah was chatting to him. Seleya was sat on the floor, toying with an old and broken tricorder he had given her not too long ago.
"Come in K'Nara!" Peter called, pulling his hand back from Harley's. "Please, take the children, I doubt you want to hear this. I will be fine, I promise." He gave her an encouraging smile before schooling his features into what passed for neutral at the moment, then handed her Connor.
She refused the baby, but scooped up Lilah, then beckoned Seleya. "Why don't we go see how Tay is doing?" she suggested, "I heard he had a surprise for daddy, why don't we go see?" She looked back at her husband. "You should hold on to Connor, he seems to have a calming effect upon you."
Peter nodded, cradling the baby closer. She was right, handling the infant did seem to help clear his mind a little, and help him keep his calm. He was still trying to come to terms with first being sent 25 years into the future, where he witnessed his own death, to being plunged 21 years into his past, where he witnessed being beaten by the then security chief of the USS Fang. That was a 46 year gap he was dealing with, even though now he was finally understanding that the last part had in fact been a holodeck recreation.
He tilted his face up, allowing her to kiss him then watched her leave just as the Klingon walked in. And from her body language, as well as the thoughts he was able to perceive even without actually trying for them, he could tell she wasn't pleased. "What can I do for you captain?" he asked, dismissing Valeia with a small wave of his hand, indicating he'd be fine for now.
|
|
|
Post by K'nara Corval on Apr 27, 2009 16:22:52 GMT
"What can I do for you captain?"
K’Nara promptly sank herself in the nearest chair and folded her arms.
“Well for starters you can explain why I had my chief engineer and counsellor come and completely confuse me with a lot of talk about temporal travel – I am not a scientist Mr Horn, such things give me a headache and to top that, Naois then felt the need to make me listen too a whole heap of emotional techno babble because apparently you have made a rather powerful enemy,”
The Klingon stretched her arms out, slumped forward slightly and then crossed her legs.
“You were 3 days into shore leave. I cannot comprehend,” she insisted. “So I want a report of what happened, what is wrong with you and then a security assessment of this “Q”. Is you’re “Experience”” she fished around for a word to describe it, “Over? Is the ship in danger? Is this Q likely to come back?”
Tag <Peter>
|
|
|
Post by Commander Peter Horn on Apr 27, 2009 19:46:23 GMT
"I do not understand either captain," Peter answered honestly, "I do not understand why Q thought I should learn a lesson, though I must admit that having seen this possible future has left me quite...shaken." He met the Klingon's eyes squarely, defiance in his eyes. "As for what is wrong with me, I am hardly a medical doctor. I leave that diagnosis to Doctor Mercy, though I believe she concluded that medically, I am fine."
The Vulcan paused for a few seconds, trying to collect his thoughts and reign in his apparent anger. He didn't appreciate this line of questioning, but had to acknowledge K'Nara had every right to it. "I deem Q a security risk but as he is volatile in nature, and highly dangerous, I also know that there is absolutely nothing that can stop him. Save for his fellow Q, but even that is a long shot. However, I do not believe his intent was malicious in conent. After all, he did send me back to the present, and acknowledged it was not my definite future."
He turned slightly, now facing K'Nara. "As for my...lesson...yes, I do believe it is over. The ship, myself or even Sharon or Tak were never in actual danger, and I do not believe that Q will be back anytime soon, however I do believe he will be watching. Yes, be wary of Q, that would be logical advice." He took a deep breath, shuddering slightly as he exhaled. "Most confusing was waking up in my own holodeck program, 21 years in the past. I am certain you learned of that program, and you are quite welcome to it, if it pleases you to have...some amusement."
His eyes narrowed. "Yes, it would amuse you at that, seeing me in discomfort, at age seven. At any rate, in this future, you turned out quite well, and from what I observed, you were the only friend that was left to me. Ironic, is it not? That you and I, who are always at eachother's throats, turn out to be the best of friends in this possible future."
|
|
|
Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Apr 28, 2009 19:00:19 GMT
Naois’ warning that K’Nara was heading in her direction was greatly appreciated. After all, ensuring patients received their rest and were not disturbed in hindrance to their recovery was part of her job description, and something told her that their Captain wasn’t on her way to make sure Peter was comfortable. However, although Valeia still didn’t understand what exactly had happened, she also understood the necessity of keeping the ship and crew, which also included Naois and herself, safe.
So when their non-to-happy-looking Captain entered sickbay, the doctor was there to greet her. "Captain...” Valeia began with every intention of restricting her access.
"Take me to him, Doctor,” K'Nara demanded, and unfortunately for Valeia, it wasn’t an order she could argue with unless she was convinced the Klingon would actually do her patient harm. In spite of the scowl on her face, Doctor Mercy doubted the commanding officer’s intent was to injure or upset him, or to prevent his recovery.
Reluctantly, Valeia sighed. “Alright, but although he’s doing better now, he was in a very fragile mental state earlier, so try to go easy on him,” the doctor requested, in spite of the fact that the look on the Captain’s face didn’t exactly seem cooperative.
Still somewhat uneasy about this, Valeia nonetheless led K’Nara to Peter’s biobed, set out of the way to avoid further overwhelming him. He looked much better than he had previously, and she wasn’t picking up the alarming despair and confusion of before. While that was certainly a good thing, the doctor hoped that his progress wasn’t about to be setback. "What can I do for you, Captain?" Peter greeted K’Nara politely, signally to Valeia that he would be fine with his free hand, while the other was holding Connor, and Harley was leading Seleya and Lilah into the other room.
He did appear to be fine, so Valeia, still reluctantly, left the two senior officers to converse, moving to a nearby console to watch his readings for any sign of trouble from his monitors while continuing to fill out reports, hoping this wasn’t a mistake. The last thing Doctor Mercy wanted was seeing Peter in the horrible condition he had been in before. It had been incredibly worrying to see the usually strong and stubborn, and generally quite composed, First Officer so deeply bewildered like that.
|
|
|
Post by K'nara Corval on Apr 28, 2009 20:31:20 GMT
"Yes, it would amuse you at that, seeing me in discomfort, at age seven. At any rate, in this future, you turned out quite well, and from what I observed, you were the only friend that was left to me. Ironic, is it not? That you and I, who are always at eachother's throats, turn out to be the best of friends in this possible future."
"Do not think you know what would amuse me," K'Nara stated not sure whether to be insulted or not. "I do not wish to see your behaviour age seven. I am concerned with your behaviour the age you are now. And as for being the best of friends, well alot can happen in 20 years Peter Horn and if recent events have taught me anything, a loved one returning from the dead . . .well anything is possible, abeit highly improbable I suppose," she conceeded.
"Doctor a word,"she waved the betazoid towards them and addressed them both.
"We have been asked to escort a "guest" to a planet designated Alpha Y 927. It is on the rim of the hawson spiral, which is an area mostly uncharted. We know very little about it other than it looks to be uninhabited. At Warp 8 it will take us a couple of weeks to make the distance. It is primarly a science mission to survey this planet but starfleet are not being forthcoming as to the role of the Cardassian who will be joining us. Both of you and the rest of the senior staff will be required to greet the," she pulled a slight face. Cardassians were not up there with her favourite aliens. "Scientist."
"Doctor if you could liase with Mr Science, once he is also on his feet about crew safety in an unknown environment and the checks and experiments he intends to carry out. Mr Horn when you are feeling better, I would appreciate your help to coordinate this survey also."
Tag <Horn/ Valeia/ Tak Science>
|
|
|
Post by Sharon Wolf on May 2, 2009 16:43:39 GMT
Sharon was confused and woke with a start, Boots was laying next to her, then she realized she was back in normal time again. She sat up and realized she was in her pajamas and they stuck to her like glue.
"Computer lights." Sharon said.
The lights came on and she realized she was in her quarters, boots eyed her wearily, she looked at the chronometer on the wall and it said 0545, so it was about time to get up anyway. She got up and took a shower and got dressed, she headed out, and decided to go to the galley to get something to eat. She went to the galley and looked out the window, they were still at Resurrection, she got something to eat and took a seat. She tried to remember what had happened it did not make sense, Peter died, she met her older self, and so many other things went on she just could not get her head around it. Her mind a million miles away, she did not notice someone approach.
"Excuse me.Lieutenant Wolf?" He said.
'I'm sorry Lieutenant, what can I do for you?" Sharon asked.
"Lieutenant, heres a list of the supplies we are bringing on board plus replacement of the missing supplies." He said handing her a padd.
Sharon put her fork down and gave the padd a glance over, his name and thumbprint were on it, Lieutenant Robert Sanders, Dark Phoenix. She wondered if this was the guy.
"I also wanted to let you know that my transfer approval came through, so I will be working in engineering under Mr. Brooks."He said.
"I was aware of this before I took over as Operations Chief, Robert have you nhad anything to eat?" Sharon asked giving him the once over.
"Uh, No I haven't." He said.
"Why don't you join me, I don't bite." Sharon said with a grin.
He nodded and went to get himself something to eat and joined her, they ate and talked about the ship and how the academy was for both of them.
|
|
|
Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on May 3, 2009 4:36:45 GMT
“Doctor, a word," K’Nara spoke, waving Valeia over from her observational post. As the doctor approached, looking for any sign of trauma from Peter, the Captain spoke to them both. “We have been asked to escort a ‘guest’ to a planet designated AlphaY927. It is on the rim of the Hawson spiral, which is an area mostly uncharted. We know very little about it other than it looks to be uninhabited. At Warp 8, it will take us a couple of weeks to make the distance. It is primarily a science mission to survey this planet, but Starfleet is not being forthcoming as to the role of the Cardassian who will be joining us. Both of you and the rest of the senior staff will be required to greet the…scientist," K’Nara added, looking far less than pleased.
"Doctor, if you could liaise with Mr. Science, once he is also on his feet about crew safety in an unknown environment and the checks and experiments he intends to carry out,” Captain Corval ordered before turning to Peter. “Mr. Horn when you are feeling better I would appreciate your help to coordinate this survey also," she added.
Blinking in surprise, Valeia tried to think of what to say. As a doctor, she was very skilled with matters of health and biological sciences, but anything outside of that, and she was unfortunately rather…well useless. Doctor Mercy didn’t really know much about starship safety or the type of scientific experiments often associated with unmapped regions of space, but she would certainly attempt to help as best she could. However, she kept her reply mostly to her area of expertise. “Physically Commander Horn is fine. I should be able to release him from sickbay tomorrow, but that is still contingent on how he feels and on Naois’ recommendation as well.”
<Tag Peter/K’Nara>
~
Later, while Valeia was in her office working on reports, she decided that now was as good a time as any to speak to Ensign Science about what she could do to help him prepare for the upcoming scientific mission, or at least arrange to speak with him at a better time of his choosing. “Doctor Mercy to Ensign Science,” the doctor called, waiting for his acknowledgement before continuing. “I was requested to liaise with you in preparation for the next mission. When would be a good time to discuss this, and how I might be best able to help?” she asked, hoping she could be of use.
<Tag Tak>
|
|
|
Post by Dacian Peractio on May 3, 2009 17:51:56 GMT
OOC: Note: first part is a back post.
IC: The medical officer directed Dacian Blakus Peractio towards the biobed besides the Commandant's. Peractio shrugged at the odd tone shown by the officer, whom promptly turned back to Captain Mercy. 'Your wife?' he mouthed towards Naois Mercy. The marine twiddled his thumbs while he waited, inspecting his slightly torn green fatigues that were his uniform. The uniform would soon be updated, not only in terms of freshness but in that he would be given a new commissioned version, complete with 2nd Lieutenant rank insignia.
The UFP marine core headquarters would soon be informed by Starfleet that one of their cadets had graduated, and an official communicae confirming Starbase Resurrection's orders to Dacian would be submitted.
“Hello,” said the Doctor, turning to the new marine, “This shouldn’t take too long, and once I’m finished you can report into the Phoenix to begin your assignment. While you’re here, I’ll get your admissions physical out of the way too.”
"Thank you," Dacian said politely, nodding and remaining still on the biobed. Despite his blank expression, he did radiate a slight air of bravado, a small upturning of the lip which - if this were a different setting - would make it appear as if he was mocking somebody, being scornful. Doctor Mercy scanned her medical tricorder over Dacian and also applied a dermal regenerator to the few cuts and scrapes that the marine cadet had acquired.
She suggested he report to the Captain of the Dark Phoenix. Dacian's eyes lit up once she'd finished. "Yes, I look forward to meeting her. Her holodeck program was most satisfying." The Klingon Captain's program had fulfilled Dacian's every wish; well, almost every wish. There had not been enough enemies, and the safeties had not been on full. Despite its adding to the feeling of danger, Peractio had no wish to die. To test his combat mettle in a mostly safe environment was what he wished for. The Klingon clearly had a flare for designing such scenarios, the marine of the Blakus family would pass the message on to his relations; whether it would cause them disdain or delight would be down to them. Dacian could definitely think of those who would experience the former.
"Here are your transfer orders. You are free to go now."
"Thank you again, sir. Goodbye." Dacian slipped off the biobed after taking the PADD, and headed for the exit of Resurrection's sickbay. Just as the door swept open the marine stopped and turned to Naois Mercy. "Commandant," he nodded, smiling in appreciation of the Vulcan's efforts in overseeing his training.
The Dark Phoenix...
As it happened, the Captain was in her ready room as suggested she would be; readily available and not under any constraints that would prevent Dacian from having to wait for official orders. A straightforward start he thought. He chimed the door's 'bell', ignoring the surreptitious glances directed his way by the bridge crew. There unfamiliar gazes were interesting; they were to be enjoyed although Dacian could not help feeling a twinge of irritation at the curious looks.
Eventually he was let in. It was a common enough ready room, but he did not pay too much attention to that, preferring to leave his new commanding officer the potential honour of pointing out some of the defining features of the ready room.
"Captain," he stated, "Second Lieutenant Dacian Blakus Peractio reporting for duty aboard your vessel. Senior Marine officer or assistant to that officer I believe; here are my orders." He passed the PADD into her hand and let her read. "Sir, if I am to be the assistant senior marine as was indicative of the ship's roster - prior to my coming aboard - who am I to report to?"
<Tag K'nara Corval>
|
|
|
Post by Naois Mercy on May 4, 2009 9:36:52 GMT
Naois couldn't help but feel uncomfortable when K'Nara ordered that the bridge was his. While he had retained his captain's rank, due to having command of a starbase as well - in part because he had also retained his instructor position for the times the Phoenix would be docked at Resurrection - he still didn't feel he should be left in command of a starship. A starship, after all was very much unlike a starbase, and he just didn't feel it was right.
However, he knew better than to argue with K'Nara, and knew also that in part this must be some form of revenge or punishment she wished to inflict on him. Not a malicious intent, he realised, just her Klingon nature, for which naturally he couldn't fault her, and had actually sort of come to expect it.
What caused him more concern was the psychological well-being of the first officer, a young Vulcan whom he also considered to be his friend. Vulcan was a strong word, Naois mused, as he himself was more Vulcan, where genetics were concerned, than the first officer, who was only a quarter of that particular species. Yet, Peter Horn had far more emotional control than he had, when he wished to control it.
Naois looked deep in thought as he sat in the center seat, musing over what course to take with his friend. Clearly, the emotional trauma was far greater than anticipated, though he knew well the fast recovery-rate of the officer in question. Still, once K'Nara would come back to the bridge, his first course of action was to make sure that Peter scheduled several counseling sessions with him. Some with, and some without his family. Naois could understand the strain it would put on Harley, especially since they had the care of three very young children.
That thought reminded him of the images he had seen in Peter's mind, during their mind-meld. While in sickbay in the future, Peter was tended to by a young Humanoid male bearing the name Revan Mercy, and a Romulan looking male named Delon Mercy had walked in later. He hadn't consciously sifted through those particular memories but he had learned, from piecing parts of the puzzle together, that he and Valeia had adopted seven children over the course of several years.
The Vulcan counselor sighed - a momentary slip of the perfect control he endeavoured to remain while on duty - and realised that he could live with adoption, if he and Valeia would be unable to bear children. He wanted children, and he didn't particularly care how, though of course his greatest desire was to have one of his own, with Valeia. But if that option wasn't open, adoption certainly was, as long as he cared for them along the side of his beloved wife, that was all that mattered. He knew from experience that blood mattered little, especially when he learned over the years, how his parents had loved his deceased brother, and how they had cared.
He looked up, when K'Nara stalked straight to her readyroom, soon followed by the newly graduated 2nd Lieutenant, Dacian Peractio. A little while longer, he told himself, have patience.
|
|
|
Post by K'nara Corval on May 4, 2009 18:49:33 GMT
"Captain," he stated, "Second Lieutenant Dacian Blakus Peractio reporting for duty aboard your vessel. Senior Marine officer or assistant to that officer I believe; here are my orders." He passed the PADD into her hand and let her read. "Sir, if I am to be the assistant senior marine as was indicative of the ship's roster - prior to my coming aboard - who am I to report to?"
"You are the Senior Marine Officer Lieutenant," K'Nara replied placing the PADD down on the desk, not looking at it. Instead she scrutinised the new recruit. "You report directly to the first officer and myself. Please have a seat." She indicated the chair opposite her desk.
"I am not used to having Marines on this ship and as such I want to make one thing clear. I do not wish there to be any kind of silly rivalry as has been in some cases onboard starships, between yourself and my already established security team. Neither yourself nor Ian Brooks, who is temporarily in charge of security outrank each other. I expect you to work together efficently and effectively. If I am forced to come and crack some heads I will be rather displeased. Mr Mercy informs me that you are "dedicated" and a "skilled fighter." Tell me, how did you find my holodec programme?"
<Peractio>
"There are several levels. What you experienced was a modified version. If you wish to try it on the harder settings I would be happy to provide you with the full programme," K'Nara informed him. "If you liked it, I have plenty more where that came from. I myself used to teach during my days with the Klingon defence corps."
"What fighting techniques or marshial arts are you trained in?" she queried.
<Peractio>
Nodding, she appraised him critically wondering if perhaps here was someone worthy sparring with.
"Mr Peractio, I will not beat around the bush as the humans say. The Phoenix has recieved some orders today. We are recieving a Cardassian guest. He is a scientist and we have been ordered to take him and his small team to the hawson spiral, to a planet designated Alpha Y 927 where we will be assisting him in his research and conducting a survey. Starfleet has been less than explanative as to what this Scientists research entials," she pulled a discruntled face.
"He arrives in 2 days, so you have time to settle in but I will be calling for all senior staff to greet the party. You have discression as to the unit of marines you will be bringing on board but I expect a full profile on each one on my desk in the next 24 hours, plus your own anaysis of them. They and yourself will all need to ensure you report for a medical and psychological profile also. You already know my chief counsellor, so I am sure that will not be a taxing problem," K'Nara informed him.
<Peractio>
She stood up, and he mirrored her realising the meeting was at an end. Holding her hand out as was customary, she shook his hand firmly and added, "Welcome aboard Lieutenant."
K'Nara watched the human leave and then touched her comm. badge. =^= Mr Mercy. Please have your wife report to my ready room.=^=
<Naois>
Kicking back her chair, K'Nara ordered a quick mug of Raktajino and awaited the doctor to report. Valeia looked nervous as she entered and confused as she noticed a small box on the desk.
"Ahh doctor, excellent," the Klingon informed her moving round to face the betazoid. "I realise its not often you get summoned up here but please relax, this is a good occasion."
Picked up the box, she opened it and pulled out 2 shining rank pips. "Starfleet, . . . and myself have been very impressed with your conduct of late. I also feel that you have come out of yourself somewhat. Anyone who can handle Dvorek is worthy of respect in my book. This is long overdue," The Klingon actually allowed a rare smile cross her face as she attached the pips to Valeia's uniform.
"Congratulations Lieutenant Commander,"
<Tag Valeia / Peractio>
|
|
|
Post by Commander Peter Horn on May 4, 2009 20:13:26 GMT
Mel left the first officer having been rudely dismissed. She was annoyed for about half a minute before she realised she probably hadn't wanted to accompany K'Nara for any kind of conversation with Peter right now anyway. As Ian was on the starbase with his friend, playing some strangely named game - hockey, she decided to go see her mother for a couple of hours until he returned. She wasn't officially on shift anyway. Rounding the corridors, she smiled happily as she came across Harley and her two daughters. She was delighted as Seleya and Lilah came and hugged her. Although their little arms could not get round her ever expanding stomach, nobody said anything. "Hey, are you coming to see Tay?"
Seleya nodded quietly. “We were on our way,” she added, looking up at her mother.
Harley laughed. “It was Peter's suggestion I think, Connor's still with him. I don't think he'll want to let go of the baby just now, don't ask me why. And with K'Nara there, we just were too many. I assume Tay's available for play? Not too daunted by that program I hope?”
Mel smiled. "I think he had some food for thought but I wouldn't say daunted. He was more mortified Peter didn't try his ice cream creation to be honest." She keyed in the code to her mothers quarters. "And Im sure he will make himself available," As the two girls stepped in, Tay jumping off the couch spotting them and joining them, Mel lowered her voice gently. "I hope K'Nara wasn't too . . . .well K'Nara?"
“She was every bit K'Nara.” She ruffled Tay's hair, before shooing him off with the girls. “And I'll make sure he'll try Tay's creation, I'm sure Peter will love it. It's irked him forever that there just are things he can't eat. It was very thoughtful of the boy, where did he get the idea?”
"It was all his," Mel nodded. "His mindset was Peter just didn't understand the "wonder" of icecream. His exact words," she said as Harley chuckled. "I think he felt things would be better between them if Peter did. He is rather fond of him you know, even if he's a royal pain sometimes."
“I wouldn't be surprised if they did,” Harley acknowledged, “and you know Peter's hard on Tay because he's fond of the boy right? And because of his own troublesome past?”
Mel nodded then kissed Lorena on the cheek as her mother greeted her, and patted her belly. "Not long now dear," she smiled walking to the replicator. "May I get you a drink dear," she addressed Harley.
Mel blushed, "She's really excited about being a grandmother."
“Isn't any mother?” Harley chuckled, before addressing Lorena. “Lemon green tea please,” she answered. “How long to go now? Is Ian excited?” She leaned in, smiling conspiratorially. “I'll have you know Peter was very excited about becoming a father, especially the first time. I'm sure you remember how he used to hover in the last few days. Is Ian as bad as he is?”
"8 weeks," Mel said sitting down and stroking her tummy. "I think Ian's still terrified. He has been having a lot of conversations with his father lately, so maybe he's putting him at ease abit. But we can't agree on any names."
“Well...perhaps you can combine the names,” Harley suggested, “most of our names were actually Peter's suggestion, he just pulled them out of nowhere really. Before we got married, I actually never had pegged him for a daddy, but he's utterly devoted. I have no doubt Ian will be any different.”
"I have one I haven't tried him with yet. What do you think of Patrick? Ians dad is part Irish," Mel suggested as Lorena handed them both a cup.
“I quite like that,” the nurse agreed as she accepted the cup, “does he kick much? I had one hell of a time with Connor, boy did he kick me, and often too!”
"Actually he's not too bad," Mel said. "It's just the constant blood pressure issues, dizziness and general hormonal irritability. I won't miss that. Ian won't miss that. In fact Im sure Peter and all the senior crew and every one of my engineering team won't miss that. I have been a nightmare lately. One minute Im in tears, the next its like I morph into our beloved captain."
“And none will hold it against you. Imagine how our dear captain would be, if she were to get with child....I think only the Vulcans on this ship and her mate would be able to handle her...we'd all be hiding!”
Mel laughed heartily as Tay and Seleya ran past them. "Tag," the younger Trill yelled tapping her smugly and then tripping over the side of the couch. Mel laughed harder as Seleya rolled her eyes and slapped her stunned brother hard on the floor, "Tag," before disappearing again. Lorena tutted, "Your fathers side . . . " she helped her son up and dusted him down, then looked at Mel, "And your fathers side. They didn't get it from me you know."
“Don't they always get this sort of thing from their father? All this running, she hasn't got it from me either you know.” Harley laughed too, nearly spilling her tea.
As Lorena disappeared to calm the giddy children down, Mel rose and walked to the replicator. "Did you crave sugar? This 3rd phase, all he seems to do is want to eat sweet food. I bet I will need to take up running to burn off all the weight I have put on."
“Err no. Peter did all the craving for me I'm afraid....being so sensitive to me and all. That was really funny. Be glad your fiancé's not a telepath, you get some very funny situations then.”
Mel nodded. "Ian as a telepath. The mind boggles." She addressed the replicator, "Pear drops." Behind them there was a thud. "Tay, come on settle down," Mel yelled.
Tay popped his head out looking pale. "I think you ought to come, We didn't . . . she just fell. Mum fell."
Harley immediately set her cup down on the table and rushed to the other room. “Lorena?” she called, “Lorena are you all right?”
Tay looked like he was going to be ill as Mel arrived. "She's asleep, Isn't she? Mel, she hasn't moved." Mel swallowed hard, put a hand gently on her brothers shoulder, "Harley needs some room. Kids can you go in the living room." When Tay didn't move she was glad when Seleya pulled him gently after her. Mel helped her Harley turn her mother round and watched as she checked her over.There was a trickle of blood running down her nose.
“Horn to sickbay. Medical emergency,” Harley called, tapping her combadge, then tapping it a second time. “Doctor Mercy, one patient, Trill female, bleeding from nose, possible head trauma. Energise.”
(Valeia)
The woman disappeared from under her hands. “I should go to sickbay, will you be all right here? I could call on Ian to take care of the children, or I can call Naois, he'll love to take care of them for now.”
"Oh by the gods, Erm Naois. I don't want to worry Ian until I know whats going on. He hasn't seen his friend in so long," Mel said starting to get as pale as Tay. "I'm coming with you."
Harley nodded. “Counselor Mercy, please report to Lorena Hannez's quarters. We have a medical emergency and I'm afraid I need someone to babysit the children. As counselor, you're ideal. I will give you the details later, report immediately, medical emergency.” She patted Melanie's shoulder. “They'll not be alone for longer than five minutes, I'm sure. Let's go.”
|
|
|
Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on May 5, 2009 3:15:30 GMT
Being called to the bridge didn’t happen often, and somehow being called by her husband worried her further. K’Nara didn’t usually have much need for Valeia, or if she did, the Klingon would come to sickbay. Not to mention the Captain was the type to call for people herself rather than ask someone else, particularly a Vulcan, to make a request for her. This was unusual, and out of character, and that made the Betazoid more nervous than usual as she grabbed her medkit and headed for the bridge, unsure of what exactly to expect. Exchanging an uneasy glance with Naois as she crossed to the ready room door, the doctor signaled for admittance.
"Ah Doctor, excellent, I realize its not often you get summoned up here, but please relax, this is a good occasion," the Klingon reassured her before reaching for the small box sitting atop the smooth desktop surface. "Starfleet and myself have been very impressed with your conduct of late. I also feel you have come out of yourself somewhat. Anyone who can handle Dvorek is worthy of respect in my book. This is long overdue," K’Nara continued, removing pips from the box and carefully affixing them to the astonished Doctor’s collar. "Congratulations, Lieutenant Commander."
Mouth dropped open in surprise it took Valeia several moments to react, and in fact more responding to K’Nara’s smile at first than the actual news. “Wow…thank you, Captain,” the doctor finally said reaching up to feel the extra weight of the third pip.
Unfortunately, her celebration was short-lived when a frantic sounding call came in from sickbay saying that there was a medical emergency. Attention immediately diverted, Valeia was already halfway to the door. “Excuse me, Ma’am,” she threw back distractedly, managing to get it out before disappearing through the doorway.
The alarms and pieces of medical phrases the doctor had managed to pick up from the brief hail had sounded very serious and set her instantly on alert. In those few seconds, Valeia had already determined things were not good and her mind was already on the emergency, so much so that she hurried across the bridge without even glancing at Naois, unsure if he even noticed her promotion given the speed of her movements and the heightened state of her emotions. She had a job to do.
It felt like the turbolift took forever, and Doctor Mercy paced the entire two decks until the doors finally slid open before her. The scene in sickbay was much as Valeia predicted, with alarms going off and doctors and nurses hovering around a single bed, orders and replies flying left and right often overlapping, and off to the side, a very pale looking Trill engineer. The friends’ eyes met for a split second before the doctor headed in for her patient, seeing that it was Mel’s mother but focusing more on the monitors connected to the ashen woman and the reports of her staff.
It took nearly an hour of back and forth, painstaking work to stabilize Lorena, and even once they got her stable, they weren’t out of the woods yet. While the nurses prepped her for surgery, Valeia took a moment to speak to Mel, who stood and waited anxiously while the medical staff worked on her mom. “Your mother’s had a stroke,” the doctor informed her candidly, telling her the truth but attempting to deliver the news gently. “I haven’t been able to confirm the cause yet, but I need to perform surgery to repair the damage.” Hesitating, she added, “I won’t lie to you, Mel, her condition is serious, but I have experience with this procedure and will do everything I can for her, and the fact we were able to stabilize her is a good sign.”
Mel looked awful with dark circles under her eyes and otherwise deathly pale skin. “It will be hours before we know anything, and you need to take care of yourself. I know you want to be with your mom, but I think you should call Ian, go to the mess hall, get something to eat, and then come back to wait. Or if you really want to stay here and wait, I think you should consider lying down on a biobed. You need to be careful...and I feel very strongly that Ian should be here with you,” she suggested.
<Tag Mel>
|
|
|
Post by Naois Mercy on May 5, 2009 10:55:08 GMT
Naois didn't need to ask what the emergency was when he saw Valeia fly off the bridge all of a sudden; he already knew. However with K'Nara occupied, he couldn't just up and leave himself, that'd be wrong and went against every sort of training he ever received. Yet, there were small children in need of him, children whose parents were now either sick and in sickbay, on duty, or tending to a sick sibling.
Just before Valeia had left the bridge, he'd received an urgent page from Nurse Horn, asking him to tend to the children. He would, of course, provided K'Nara didn't take too long in returning to the bridge. Deciding that any second delay was one too many, Naois rose from the center seat. "Mr Peractio, please mind the bridge for a minute," he ordered, as he walked to the readyroom.
Politely he waited the few seconds it took for K'Nara to call him in. "Captain, I presume you are aware of the medical emergency which called Doctor Mercy away. I have received an urgent page from Nurse Horn. There are young children now unattended, and no doubt terribly shaken because of Miss Hanezz' unfortunate accident. I need to tend to them, immediately."
~~
Several minutes later, Naois walked into the Hannez' quarters, which were eerily quiet since he knew there were children present. "Tay?" he called gently, "Seleya? Lilah?"
He was nearly knocked over when the youngest of the girls ran towards him, wrapping her tiny arms around his leg. Quietly, he lowered himself to meet her eyes. "All is well," he soothed, drawing the girl to him. Seleya too wrapped her arms around him, but he couldn't see the Trill boy. "Tay?" he called again, "please step out so I can see you. I am here to help you."
|
|
|
Post by Mel D'BrooNi on May 5, 2009 20:34:28 GMT
JP between Naois and Tay
Tay stepped forward only slightly looking pale and like he was fighting back tears. "All is not well," he said. "It’s my fault. Ever since I was born people get hurt."
Naois held the girls close but shifting them so there was room for the boy, if he needed to. "You do not know that," he countered softly, "you do not intentionally get people hurt do you? You do not make them fall or hurt themselves?" He shifted a little. "Tay, people get hurt all the time, accidents happen. Just look at me." He showed the boy the gash on his arm, which he'd gotten on a holodec training not too long ago. "Look at Commander Horn; he too gets himself hurt all the time. That is scarcely your fault. Come, let me help you.”
Tay stepped back fast shaking. "No. You don't understand. Dad died right after I was born. Mel was abducted when I first came here and now mum . . . I have a curse. You have to take Seleya and Lilah away from me."
"I cannot do that Tay. Their mother entrusted them into my care, as you are for now as well. I am remaining here until they are able to return." He shook his head, shifting position again as one of his legs was getting a cramp. "Tell me, how did your father die?" Perhaps if he understood the reference, he could go from there.
The young Trill again shook his head and stepped back into the room from the doorway, closing the door and sealing it shut.
"Seleya, please look after your sister for a minute, if she needs anything, call for me." He gave the girl a little nudge towards the couch, then rose and walked to the door. "Tay, please, let me in. Talk to me Tay. Why do you think you are cursed? I do not believe you are. Would you be allowed here if you were? Your mother and sister love you, Commander Horn is your mentor, and his daughter is your friend. Please, allow me to be your friend too.”
"My father died 1 week after my birth. I know I was the reason. Leave me alone," Tay yelled back as he started fiddling with the lock, ensuring Naois could not follow him even if he tried.
Naois leaned against the doorpost, one hand flat on the door as he listened. "Tay, what makes you believe so certainly that you are the cause? What did he die of?
The only answer Naois got back was Tay suddenly beginning to chant in full Trill. The same verse over and over.
The Vulcan sighed, but remained motionless, believing his patience would last longer than Tay's. "How about we go for ice-cream?" he finally suggested.
Again all he was met with was chanting.
"Shall I call for Mr Horn?" Naois suggested, wondering if that would get the boy's attention. "I heard he was going to teach you how to be a security officer."
"No. I have to atone to the gods," Tay snapped before returning to his chanting.
Almost at the end of his patience, Naois could begin to see why Peter got so frustrated with the child at times. "As you wish, when you are done chanting, you will come sit with me?" He paused, getting another idea. "Or perhaps you could teach me how to chant with you? I fear I do not know the words, nor do I understand Trill."
Tay continued to chant too engrossed in what he was doing. The door stayed firmly locked.
The Vulcan was determined to get through to the boy, but his patience was wearing very thin. "I will be in the living room," he announced, "I am not leaving until we have talked Tay.”
To his utter surprise the doors opened and the young Trill walked boldly out only to stop at the replicator and speak Trill at it. Some sort of incense materialised and the Trill walked back in again.
Arching an eyebrow, Naois watched the child come and go, but made no move to intercept him. He realised he would come in his own time, which he presumed would be soon enough. With his mother and sister otherwise occupied, Naois figured that the boy would feel the need to talk to someone soon enough.
|
|
|
Post by Commander Peter Horn on May 8, 2009 6:32:47 GMT
In sickbay, Peter woke to the soft wailing of a child close by. He opened his eyes, focusing on the sound, then recalled he had his son in his arms. Briefly he wondered why no-one had taken the child from his as he slept, knowing he could've easily hurt the baby with an unco-ordinated move. Yet, he hadn't slept as deeply as he normally did, so he reasoned he must've been just alert enough to not move too much.
He sat up, keeping his son close to him, then rose from the bed. A nurse approached, a reproachful look on her face. "I need baby formula, diapers and cloths," Peter told the nurse, while laying the baby on the bed he'd occupied seconds before. "He needs a change and I need to feed him."
Fortunately, the nurse didn't argue and went to fetch what he needed. A few minutes later, Peter sat on the edge of the bed, a content bably suckling away on a bottle with baby formula. His sharp hearing picked up sounds from the surgery room, while his acute senses picked up waves of distress. He saw Harley dash by, a worried look on her face, and he knew immediately something was wrong, and she was busy assisting in surgery. When he saw Melanie too, he knew something definitely was wrong, but also now knew that there was no-one to mind the children. He didn't know Naois had been called for, for all he knew, the counselor was on duty on the bridge.
Again, he rose from the bed. "You can't leave," the nurse chided him haughtily, "you've not been cleared."
"I assure you, that physically I am fine. I am well rested and I need to see to my children. My wife is in surgery, my daughters are alone." To his surprise, the nurse nodded in understanding and quickly cleared him to go see to his family. "I shall return later, to have Doctor Mercy's full clearance," he promised.
Peter returned to his quarters, only to find them empty. "Computer, locate Seleya and Lilah Horn."
=^= Seleya and Lilah Horn are in Lorena Hannez' quarters =^=
Surprised, Peter headed that way, using his clearance to override the locking mechanism and let himself in. He was met by a weary looking Naois Mercy, who was standing beside what appeared to be a locked door. Seleya was entertaining her sister close by.
"Tay locked himself in," Naois explained, "I have been trying to talk to him for the past thirty minutes, but he will not come out. His mother was injured and taken to sickbay, and he blames himself. He feels he is a curse upon his family, and blames himself for his father's death."
Peter shook his head in dismay, then held out Connor to the counselor. "I will attempt to talk to him. Take Connor and please step aside." He watched his friend carefully cradle the baby, once again the odd look of admiration in his eyes, as he moved off a little. "Tay, this is Peter. Can I come in? I have sent Counselor Mercy away."
|
|
|
Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on May 9, 2009 3:17:16 GMT
Once she’d informed Mel what was going on, Valeia headed straight into surgery. The doctor was concerned for her friend, especially considering all the stress the engineer was under on top of being pregnant, but Lorena needed her the most. It took almost seven hours before Doctor Mercy and her staff finally emerged from the surgical bay. The Trill woman was resting comfortably in a medically induced coma from which she would almost certainly recover, but it wasn’t all good news...
Wearily throwing her surgical apparel into a recycler and running her hands over her hair, Valeia approached Mel, who was looking about as exhausted as she felt. “It was a difficult surgery, but I managed to repair most of the damage. I placed her in a protective coma, but she’ll more than likely wake up within a few days,” the doctor informed her friend, starting with the good news before moving to the bad.
“Mel…your mother’s blood vessels are in bad shape, which most likely contributed to the stroke. They’ve shrunk significantly and the walls have weakened, making them susceptible to damage and easily blocked. It’s caused by a Trill degenerative condition, a diagnosis which I’ve confirmed,” Valeia told her carefully. “Now while I was repairing the damage, I did some preemptive work to help prevent further clots in the brain, and over the next week or so, I’ll continue treatment to reverse as much of the deterioration as I can, but there’s no permanent cure. She’ll need to take several medications, make lifestyle alterations, and be regularly monitored.”
Doctor Mercy hated the surge of emotion her friend was feeling at this information, so she sat down and gently took Mel’s hand. “I’m going to do everything I can to keep her as healthy as possible. With preventative care and regular treatment, she can continue to lead a normal life. I know the prognosis seems bleak right now, and it’s overwhelming, but I’ll know more as she recovers and responds to treatment.”
<Tag Mel>
|
|
|
Post by Mel D'BrooNi on May 10, 2009 19:02:34 GMT
“It was a difficult surgery, but I managed to repair most of the damage. I placed her in a protective coma, but she’ll more than likely wake up within a few days,” the doctor informed her friend, starting with the good news before moving to the bad.
Mel swallowed hard trying to take in what Valeia was saying to her. The last few hours had seemed like an eternity. Ian had arrived, someone perhaps Harley had called him and he had been holding her and saying supportive things since they had taken Lorena into surgery but Mel herself had said barely anything.
“Mel…your mother’s blood vessels are in bad shape, which most likely contributed to the stroke. They’ve shrunk significantly and the walls have weakened, making them susceptible to damage and easily blocked. It’s caused by a Trill degenerative condition, a diagnosis which I’ve confirmed,” Valeia told her carefully. “Now while I was repairing the damage, I did some preemptive work to help prevent further clots in the brain, and over the next week or so, I’ll continue treatment to reverse as much of the deterioration as I can, but there’s no permanent cure. She’ll need to take several medications, make lifestyle alterations, and be regularly monitored.”
It felt like all the breath in her was trapped as Mel took in what Valeia was telling her. Ian seemed to hold her tighter as the Doctor carryed on and even took her free hand.
“I’m going to do everything I can to keep her as healthy as possible. With preventative care and regular treatment, she can continue to lead a normal life. I know the prognosis seems bleak right now, and it’s overwhelming, but I’ll know more as she recovers and responds to treatment.”
Somehow she forced herself to nod but couldn't get any words out. Ian answered instead, "Thank you doctor. Mel darling I think we should go back. . . ."
"No," she finally managed to get a word out pulling away from both Ian and Valeia.
"She's stable and not going to wake up for several days and honey you have been up for over 16 hours straight. Thats not good for you or the baby." Ian reasoned calmly. "And Tay is still with . . .
"Tay," Mel repeated. "Yes Tay. We should let him know." She looked pensive for a moment. "I did the right thing? Not bringing him here, putting him through this?"
Ian nodded and gently cupped her face. "Yes," Taking the stunned Trills hand once more Ian smiled at Valeia. "I'll make sure shes okay. You will let us know if anything changes?"
<Valeia>
Mel was feeling incredibly exhasted as they returned to her mothers quarters to collect Tay who Peter and Naois had stayed with during this ordeal. When the doors opened she was greeted with the strange site of Naois on her mothers couch with Peters two daughters lying asleep on either side of him. The vulcanoid looked just as tired as she felt.
Behind them Peter was stood almost like a guard infront of the door to Tays room. Mels hand reached up to her mouth.
Ian once again stepped in immediatly thanking them for staying and minding Tay and once Peter asked, he filled them in with her mothers current condition.
Mel jumped slightly as she was suddenly handed a mug of something steaming. Naois handed her a cup of hot chocolate and merely nodded. He didn't need to say anything as D'BrooNi immediatly flashed back to when she had comforted him with it after he had been beamed away and angry at K'Nara's brother.
"Thank you," she said nodding. "For everything. Both of you," she turned and spoke to Peter too."
Finally finding her voice again, she asked. "Is Tay sleeping?"
Tag <Peter/ Naois>
|
|
|
Post by Commander Peter Horn on May 10, 2009 20:12:40 GMT
Peter looked back at Melanie. "I do not know," he answered honestly. He had been listening, but had been very weary and somehow missed when the chanting had stopped, exactly. "He refused to come out, and has not attempted to come out for the past several hours." He realised that hours had passed, since Naois too looked tired, and his daughters were asleep. "I tried to talk him into coming back into this room, but he only busied himself with a sort of...chant?" The Vulcan arched an eyebrow in curiosity. "It was not any language I recognised, but I presume it was Trill."
Mel nodded and stepped forward. "He likes to lock himself in but I haven't got the patience for it right now. Normally he comes out when hes ready. Doesn't normally chant though," Mel added as she by-passed the security on the lock. The doors hissed open and some smoke filtered out. The room smelled heavily of incense. Tay was sat crossed legged against the far wall, Immediatly he was on his feet and ran to hug mel speaking rapidly in Trill. Mels eyes widened and she looked bewildered at both vulcans. "Curse?" she asked.
Peter sighed. "Tay believes that he has a curse put upon him, since he was born. Because of his father's death shortly after his birth, and now your mother's unfortunate accident. I have been trying to convince him that he is not cursed. Actually, I have something for him to share with me, that may help him...."
Mel nodded at Peter, "In a moment." She looked her brother over and was beginning to understand. His eyes were puffy. Taking his hand she pulled him over to the couch. "Father died from a poor heart and honey he had that condition years before you were born. Sometimes people get sick and it can be fixed, sometimes they live with it and sometimes its their time. Mum has poor blood vessels but the doctors are doing some work to repair it. They say she will be getting better in a few days. Its nothing to do with a curse from the gods." She smiled at Naois and Peter to back her up.
"I am quite in agreement," Peter answered mildly, while Naois merely nodded. "As we speak, Doctor Mercy is tending to your mother and I am quite certain she will not rest before your mother is well enough to be left to recover." He sat down on the floor, opposite of the boy. "Did you know that I thought for a long while that my family was cursed?" Peter was still amazed at how much he and this child had in common, and it didn't cease to amaze him. "My father was missing in action when I was born, and was away from home quite some time while I grew up, even was presumed killed. To day, I do not know where he is, or whether he still lives."
Tay looked at him. "Did you break statues too? I'm sorry," he turned to Mel. "It was an accident but I did the ritual to apease Lord Kiz-Rin."
"Statues?" Peter looked confused. "Not that I can recall, but I do not doubt the possibility. You have seen what I was like as a seven year old. You could ask my mother, the next time she visits the ship?"
Mel let out a long breath. Everything making sense now. "God of Family," she explained to the perplexed vulcans and Ian indicating her head in the direction of a shelf with several figurines stood on it. It looked vagualy familiar, infact everyone seemed to realise at once they had seen something simular in Mels quarters. "He doesn't punish you for breaking statues."
"He doesn't?" Tay asked. Mel nodded. "I'll tell you a secret. I have broken 5 of those over the years." The young trill finally seemed to relax and turned to the vulcans.
"I have been silly. I am sorry for worrying you both."
"Vulcan has no gods," Peter explained, "but I too am of the belief that no god would punish a child for worrying for his family, and offering prayers towards a speedy recovery. I do not know how to pray, but if it helps, perhaps you could teach me to pray with you?"
Tay thought about it and nodded. Then he yawned. Mel smiled and ruffled his hair, "Not tonight though. Come on you. We have monopolised Peter and Naois's time enough. Seleya and Lilah have the right idea, We should get him back to our quarters." She stood up and kissed both vulcans on the cheek. "Thank you again."
Instead of the reaction she expected there was an unfamiliar noise and all the men facing her suddenly looked horrified. "What?" she asked.
Peter and Naois moved in simultaneously, supporting her. "Ian, call sickbay, immediately!" Peter ordered, while holding Mel up. His mental shields snapped into place. "Naois, take the children, keep them occupied...my quarters would be most suitable. No breakables." He cast concerned eyes on the chief engineer. "Your water broke, how far along are you?"
"Shes not far along enough," Ian spluttered the panic eminating from him hit both empaths like a slap. "This shouldn't be happening."
"Premature does not necessarily mean not viable for life," Peter ensured his friend, while Naois recoiled in horror, grabbing the children and tearing out of the family quarters. "All my children were born at least a month premature, and they are all healthy. "Take her hand, take her through the exercises. I presume you are familiar with them? We must get to sickbay immediately."
Ian looked stunned but grabbed her hand doing as he was told. Mel found the whole scene quite hilarious for a moment until a contraction of pain hit her hard. It was like nothing she expected. Panting, she uttered. "Yes sickbay but Tay . . . Tay comes. All immediate family should be at the birth."
Peter briefly let go of Melanie to charge after Naois and get Tay back. Seconds later he returned, holding the boy's hand firmly in his own. "Sickbay, medical emergency. Four to transport. Prepare to receive Trill female, premature labor."
<tag valeia>
|
|
|
Post by K'nara Corval on May 10, 2009 20:43:52 GMT
"Captain, I presume you are aware of the medical emergency which called Doctor Mercy away. I have received an urgent page from Nurse Horn. There are young children now unattended, and no doubt terribly shaken because of Miss Hanezz' unfortunate accident. I need to tend to them, immediately."
K'Nara merely opened her mouth in amazement for as fast as Naois was in the ready room, he was out of it again. The rush of anger came but died down again as she decided to work out who Miss Hannez was.
"Computer, locate crew file. Hannez," she asked. Infront of her two files opened up and she found herself staring at a familiar young Trill and Melanies mother she had met once. Understanding flooded and she reasoned that Naois was the best person with Peter Horn out of action to keep Melanies brother out of mischief.
Rising, she figured she best get back to the bridge.
"Mr Peractio," she said somewhat stunned to see him sat in the command chair.
Tag <Peractio>
|
|
|
Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on May 11, 2009 20:11:03 GMT
Mel looked stunned and overwhelmed, barely managing to nod, but Ian stepped in. "Thank you, Doctor. Mel darling I think we should go back…" he suggested gently.
The doctor agreed with him completely, though Mel seemed to disagree, but after a brief discussion, the Trill relented once she was reminded of her brother. Taking her hand, Ian added, “I'll make sure she’s okay. You will let us know if anything changes?"
“Of course,” Valeia replied as Mel was led from sickbay. Rubbing her temples, the doctor sighed heavily, which eventually turned into a long yawn. She was absolutely exhausted but wouldn’t feel comfortable leaving until Lorena had remained stable for several hours following the surgery. Not only that, but the doctor wanted to be on top of the surgical reports and begin work on a solid maintenance plan. Losing her mother, especially so young, had been incredibly hard on the Betazoid, and she didn’t want either Tay or even Mel to go through it, no matter what their ages.
Fortunately, sickbay had been so busy during the surgery that most of the doctors and nurses were working on cleanup, restocking, and reports of their own or else she most likely would have been chased from sickbay to get some rest. Valeia wasn’t sure where Naois was, although she’d caught some flashes of irritation, but it wouldn’t surprise her if she showed up at some point to ‘suggest’ she get some sleep. Her nice warm bed actually sounded pretty good, but it would have to wait.
Fighting back another yawn, Doctor Mercy headed for her office, after another brief check on Lorena’s vitals. She was of course aware that Peter was gone, but with Harley still working on post surgery procedure, Lorena in a coma, and Mel and Ian just having left sickbay, it wasn’t too far of a stretch in her mind that he was with his children. Besides, medically he was fine, and time with his family was actually good therapy for him. Still, Valeia would ask Harley to check up on him fairly soon.
After retrieving a hot cup of coffee and settling into her chair with multiple series of scans and in depth research on the Trill vascular system, Valeia was ready for a few hours of office work and going home, but unfortunately, that wasn’t how things turned out, as not even half hour later there was an emergency. "Sickbay, medical emergency, four to transport, prepare to receive a Trill female in premature labor."
Knowing exactly what that meant, Valeia fought back panic for her friend as she ran from her office. The sight of Mel wincing in pain and the waves of intense fear from the group momentarily overwhelmed her before the calm in the midst of chaos that could only come from a doctor descended in its place. “Alright, let’s get you to a biobed. This may be a little early, but it’s far from dangerous, just means that your son is eager to meet you,” the doctor tried to assure them while her staff once again sprang into action to make preparations and the Trill was guided to her bed.
A quick scan revealed that things were moving fast, as was often the case in these unexpected, early arrivals, and although premature, the baby wasn’t showing any signs of distress, at least not yet. In fact, in spite of the distance from the due date, everything seemed to look fairly standard. Valeia hoped it would stay that way, but knew that even if things remained as promising and things continued progressing as quickly as they had started, everyone still had a very long night ahead of them.
~
Nearly six hours later, and Valeia deposited a tiny bundle into the arms of his new mother. “Here he is, Mel…your son,” the doctor murmured gently as her friend was finally able to see her baby in person for the first time. He would need to remain in sickbay for a week or two just to make sure there were no adverse affects from his premature arrival, and Mel would need to stay for at least three or four days, but so far both seemed to be doing well. There had been a few minor complications, but nothing particularly serious that hadn’t been quickly remedied. Though looking quite exhausted, Mel was glowing with happiness, as Ian was standing next to her, also meeting his son. He had stayed by her side the whole time, and all in all, the doctor felt he’d handled himself very well outwardly in spite of how he’d felt on the inside. “He’s so beautiful...” Doctor Mercy whispered, taking a moment to just be a friend rather than a doctor, though quickly adding, “...and he seems to be doing just fine.”
Giving the new parents a moment to be introduced to their son, Valeia’s eyes were still scanning the monitors looking for any sign of trouble, but fortunately none were there. Apparently, the newest member of the Dark Phoenix family had just wanted to make an entrance. After several minutes, the doctor finally asked, “How are you feeling, Mel?” waiting for her response and then adding, “Do you need anything?”
<Tag Mel>
|
|
|
Post by Dacian Peractio on May 12, 2009 18:22:10 GMT
"... crack some heads I will be rather displeased. Mr Mercy informs me that you are "dedicated" and a "skilled fighter." Tell me, how did you find my holodec programme?"
"Frankly, sir, it was brilliant. And it is too kind of Captain Mercy to refer to me as you say he did, although I suppose he is a Vulcan. The simulation was tough, especially considering the safeties were not working; if they had been at maximum operation then I believe it would have been easier."
"There are several levels. What you experienced was a modified version. If you wish to try it on the harder settings I would be happy to provide you with the full programme," said the Klingon Captain. ".. What fighting techniques or martial arts are you trained in?" she asked.
Dacian studied the Captain. How should he answer that? What were her intentions if he were to indicate that he was highly trained in many arts of combat and war. Would she immediately challenge him to a duel to prove his worth in front of the senior staff.. Ludicrous to most ears but Dacian had no idea how a Klingon Captain operated, whether in the Federation - and thus bounded by regulation - or not. "All the standard ones," he replied eventually, "Martial arts? Many. But I wouldn't use half of them just to facilitate pure ease when it comes to fighting. Sir."
She nodded, and Peractio failed to read her. She then went on to describe the Dark Phoenix's upcoming assignment, the escort of a Cardassian scientist to the Hawson Spiral. "...Welcome aboard Lieutenant," she said, ending the encounter and shaking his hand with a very good grip.
"Thank you, sir," he smiled warmly, appreciative of the strong handshake, even if it would give him a sore hand for the next few hours. He walked out of the room, planning on immediately assigning his marine staff. It was something he'd failed to give thought to as of yet, which was rather stupid.
He was on his way to the turbolift, fully intent on finding his quarters and also his office, adjacent to the marine armoury. Settling in his quarters would wait until he was done with the assigning of personnel, but even before that he wanted to get use to his office. He stepped up from the lower level, back up and behind the bridge. He saw the Counselor/Commandant whom he had got to know somewhat over the course of training. He seemed cleaned up from his cuts earned on the training mission.
To Dacian's surprise, the Counselor looked right at him and spoke, as he moved past towards the ready room from where the new marine had just come. "Mr Peractio, please mind the bridge for a minute," he said.
"What, me?" The half-Vulcan said no more, seemingly intent on something else entirely. Dacian looked in partial shock after the Counselor, then scanned the bridge with jerks of the head. He supposed he should try out the command chair; was that proper? Too late, he was already doing it.
He settled in the chair, conscious but not really caring of the looks his way. He was an officer, a member of the senior staff and had been requested by an officer holding the rank of 'Captain' to take the bridge. It was fine. Growing bored, he decided to use the arm-panel to look up some of the information on potential marines whom could board from Resurrection. As he began, he heard the slip of the ready room door sliding ajar.
The marine didn't have long to brace himself because Corval spoke quickly, "Mr Peractio."
To avoid too much embarrassment, Peractio got up from the chair as rapidly as possible, "Sir," he said, naturally replicating the surprise he heard in the Captain's voice. "I was ordered to take the bridge by Counselor Mercy. Why he wished it on me I have not one clue. A comfortable chair though, I might add.
"My apologies if I startled you; with your permission I will be heading below deck, I cannot keep those patient station-borne marines waiting any longer."
<Tag K'nara>
|
|
|
Post by Commander Peter Horn on May 16, 2009 12:28:59 GMT
Peter stood off to the side with Tay, holding his hand on the boy's shoulder in an attempt to be of comfort. He didn't know how else to show his concern for his friend, knowing that any sort of emotional display would have an averse effect on both himself and the boy.
Ian, naturally had gone in to be with Melanie, and he'd seen Harley dart by as well at some point. Peter knew better than to try and talk to her while she was on duty, so he kept his own counsel, solely focusing on the boy in his care.
He knew Naois would take good care of his children, though the counselor was visibly unused to dealing with children so young. Even children in general, he noticed. For now, he was glad he had seen to feeding and changing Connor, at least the poor man wouldn't be tasked with that just yet.
At last, he saw Valeia emerge. "Can we see her now?" he asked quietly, "Tay is very anxious to see his nephew." He hoped at least, as he was currently unable to get a read on the Trill child, and he didn't know why.
|
|
|
Post by Mel D'BrooNi on May 18, 2009 14:11:13 GMT
Mel found herself suddenly supported by her two vulcan friends. It took Ian predictably a minute or so to stop panicing and actually engage brain - in fact the engaging brain part came from Peter suggestion. It would had been amusing if Mel had not suddenly had a contraction.
She insisted Peter get Tay. As her brother, clearly exhasted and bewildered returned, they all beamed into sickbay and suddenly there was a swarm of people round her. People were doing scans, moving equipment near to her and pulling her up into a birthing bed.
D'BrooNi kept flashing back to her previous hosts childbirths making it immensly difficult to concentrate, especially as someone injected her with some sort of pain alliever drug.
"Doc," Ian finally seemed to find his voice, although it seemed distant and fuzzy to Mel. "There needs to be Trill music playing."
"Yes," Mel panted through the latest contraction. "Its tradition." They had discussed the birth and Ian had been happy to go along with the Trill traditions. It had pleased Lorena so much, Mel wished she could see it now.
"And incense," Tay yelled from somewhere, breaking away from peter to replicate some.
Within a few minutes smells she last remembered from Tay's birth and piano melodies filled the room. She almost relaxed until 6 hours of gruelling labour began.
“Here he is, Mel…your son,”
Exhasted but elated Mel beamed as Valeia handed him to her. He was so tiny but perfect. Ian moved in closer. She felt a flash of guilt, having screamed and yelled at him in Trill during parts of this experience. Luckily he hadn't understand any of it but he had refused to leave her side. They hadn't agreed on a name yet but she knew Ian had been leaning towards naming after his grandfather.
"Patrick," she smiled at him. "Meet your daddy."
Ian looked for a moment like he could burst into tears but kissed her lightly on the mouth before bending down and kissing his sons head.
Mel kissed his head lightly also and then drew the tradition Trill symbols over their sons forehead and belly just as she had in turn done at Tays birth. She spoke the words of their ancestors wishing long life and protection as she did it. The closest female relative should do this but as neither grandmother was available and no one else spoke Trill or was female it would have to be her right now. Once Lorena was back on her feet she would hold a ceremony to allow her mother to do it also. It was so unfair that she had missed this.
“How are you feeling, Mel?” Valeia asked, “Do you need anything?”
"Tired and I just need Tay," Mel answered not quite truefully, as she really wanted Lorena conscious as well but that was not to be. "Thank you Valeia." He friend nodded and disappeared returning with her younger brother as Mel managed to pull herself up to a more dignified sitting position.
Tay was pulling a reluctant looking Peter Horn with him. She reached her free arm out towards her younger brother and pulled him close before kissing his forehead.
"Meet your nephew Tay,"
Ian seemed to have gotten over his speechlessness and clapped Peter on the shoulder. "Sir I have the great pleasure of informing you of and introducing you to the ships latest arrival. This is Patrick Brooks."
<Horn>
Valeia was standing at the doorway as Tay started asking to hold Patrick. Ian and Peter immediatly supervised and once having both arms free again Mel waved her over. "As I have you both here may we ask a favour?" She shot a glance at Ian now standing next to Tay holding their son with a look of concentration on his face. Ian nodded.
She took a breath and smiled at both the doctor and Peter and Harley who had joined them peeking round to get a glance of the baby.
"We would be honoured if you and Naois and Harley and Peter would be godparents?" Trills didn't have that tradition but Patrick was from both human and Trill background and Ian had been all for observing this one. It hadn't even needed a discussion as to who to ask. The only difference Mel would make of the tradition would be a third pair of godparents as Bok would never forgive her if she didn't ask him too.
Tag <Horns and Valeia>
|
|
|
Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on May 18, 2009 20:12:24 GMT
"Tired, and I just need Tay," a very weary looking Mel replied. "Thank you, Valeia."
Nodding and smiling gently at the sight of the newly expanded family, Valeia left them alone to retrieve Tay and complete the family, at least almost. Poor Lorena still unconscious in the next room was the only damper on this otherwise happy occasion. On the other side of the door, a pale and nervous looking Trill boy stood next to a more composed security officer, both of whom looked up at her as she entered. "Can we see her now?” Peter asked. “Tay is very anxious to see his nephew.”
“I actually came out here because she’s asking for you,” Valeia answered with a smile. “I believe that she’s just as anxious for you to meet him as you are to do so.”
Following the more relieved looking boy, who was dragging Peter along with him, back inside Valeia stayed at a distance near the doorway, observing the introduction with a smile while blinking back a few tears. The Betazoid was running on fumes and just about ready to collapse into a puddle on the floor, but it was still so very rewarding to see Mel so happy and know that the doctor had played a small part.
Although she was trying to allow them some privacy, she couldn’t help overhear as Ian announced their son’s name, Patrick Brooks, which brought on a few more tears. It was a perfect name for him, and Valeia managed to wipe her eyes before Mel motioned for her to join them. "As I have you both here may we ask a favor?"
Glancing quickly at Peter and Harley, who was now joining them, Mel took a breath and continued. “We would be honored if you and Naois and Harley and Peter would be godparents?" Mel asked exchanging a smile with Ian who was holding Patrick.
Sniffling a little and not even bothering to blink back the tears this time, the doctor quickly replied. “I’d be honored, and I know Naois will feel the same way.” Stepping forward, Valeia gave her friend a careful hug. “And I’m so happy, for both of you,” she added, glancing at Ian to include him as well. “Thank you, and congratulations.”
After a quick look at Peter, who hadn’t replied and looked rather stunned, Valeia smiled once more at Mel before retreating into the next room, still wiping her eyes and trying to think of what she needed to do next. Unfortunately, that thought was cut short by the rapidly approaching EMH, who looked none too happy. The doctor knew what she was going to say, and way too tired to argue, held up her hands in resignation. “Alright, you win…I’m leaving…” Doctor Mercy agreed before Sianna said a word. “Just keep a close eye on them, all three of them, and let me know if anything goes wrong. I’m still the Chief Medical Officer,” she reminded stubbornly.
Doctor Keller agreed, though Valeia wasn’t entirely convinced she’d be contacted for several hours, but again, she was far too tired to argue. A few gently pushes from the hologram and she was out in the hallway, trying to remember where she was even supposed to go. It took several moments before the Betazoid thought to ask the computer where her husband was and when the reply had come that he was still in Mel and Ian’s quarters, she began to drift and stumble in that direction.
Stifling a yawn, Valeia was unprepared for the sight that greeted her on the other side of the door. Naois was sound asleep on the couch, Connor in his arms, and Seleya and Lilah on either side leaning against him. The four looked so peaceful, and even in his sleep, her husband looked so contented and happy, it once again brought tears to her eyes. Again wiping the tears away, she approached carefully, gently sitting down beside Lilah and reaching out to trace his face, gradually waking him. “Mel and the baby, Patrick, are both doing fine,” she whispered in answer to his unspoken question. “Peter and Harley should be here soon…and Ian and Mel and asked them and us to be godparents to Patrick,” the Betazoid added happily.
|
|
|
Post by Commander Peter Horn on May 25, 2009 9:04:53 GMT
Peter stood speechless, rooted to the spot where he was standing. His hand was still at the correct height for Tay's shoulder, but the boy was no longer in place. Yet the Vulcan was too stunned to notice. He blinked a few times, then felt Harley tug at his arm. "They're waiting for a reply honey," the nurse whispered, drawing his attention to her.
Peter was still staring at the baby in Melanie's arms, trying to wrap his mind around the idea of being a godparent. Then, slowly, he nodded. "We would be honoured," he answered formally. He did not ask if he could hold the infant but he knew Harley might want to. "Please remain," he told his wife, then briefly stepped over to Melanie's side. "Congratulations," he whispered to her, gently giving her arm a squeeze. "I will come back later, no doubt Naois will want some quiet time with his wife."
He had seen Valeia leave, and knew the counselor was still minding his own children. "I will pick up the children," he told Harley, "and I will take them home."
A few minutes later, he stood in the Mercy's quarters, facing a very sleepy looking, but visibly happy counselor, and an elated doctor. Surprisingly, the girls were still sound asleep, while Connor stirred in Naois' arms. Holding his own arms out, he allowed Naois to place the infant in them. He shifted the boy's position, then gently scooped up Lilah as well. "Seleya, wake up. I cannot carry the three of you, you must walk on your own."
The oldest girl didn't wake up. "Doctor, would you mind terribly if she remained here? She seems to be exhausted and will probably not wake up for several hours." He noticed Naois had once again nodded off, so asking for a reply from him seemed rather moot.
|
|
|
Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on May 27, 2009 3:57:03 GMT
Naois was barely awake, and though he seemed as happy as she was at the news that they would be godparents, Valeia wondered if he would remember any of this as he was clearly still very tired. Peter followed soon after she had entered to get his children, reaching out wordlessly for Connor. Once the baby was shifted into his father’s arms and the security officer gathered his youngest daughter as well, he tried to wake Seleya to no avail. "Doctor, would you mind terribly if she remained here? She seems to be exhausted and will probably not wake up for several hours."
“Well Naois can...” the doctor started, but with a quick glance at her husband she discovered he had drifted off to sleep once more, making her volunteering him to carry the girl to her own bed rather pointless. “She can stay here,” Valeia amended offering a sheepish smile. “I’d help carry her, but I think she’s too big for me, and even if she wasn’t, I’m a bit too tired. I would be afraid to drop her,” she admitted. Stifling a yawn, Valeia smiled tiredly at him. “Goodnight, Commander,” she offered as Peter headed for the door with two of his sleeping children balanced in his arms.
As the doors slid closed leaving the doctor behind in a now very quiet room, her attention shifted back to her once again sleeping husband and the little girl curled up beside him. Neither would be very comfortable sleeping there all night, but she didn’t really want to wake him. Besides, both of them seemed rather settled and as comfortable as they could be, so grabbing a couple of blankets, Valeia covered first the sleeping child and then curled up next to her husband draping the second blanket over both of them. Once she got comfortable, it didn’t take long before she too was sound asleep, completely exhausted from her very busy and stressful day.
|
|
|
Post by Tak Science on May 28, 2009 6:17:20 GMT
"Doctor if you could liase with Mr Science, once he is also on his feet about crew safety in an unknown environment and the checks and experiments he intends to carry out. Mr Horn when you are feeling better, I would appreciate your help to coordinate this survey also."
“Doctor Mercy to Ensign Science,” the doctor called, waiting for his acknowledgement before continuing. “I was requested to liaise with you in preparation for the next mission. When would be a good time to discuss this, and how I might be best able to help?” she asked, hoping she could be of use.
The Kzinti was in his quarters, leaning back in a chair as he licked his fang idly. Soon, however, he received the ‘call’ that was destined to interrupt his thoughts of hunting.
The feline sighed carefully, smirking. Yes, actually for once, he did offer a smile. He never had done that normally, nor would he ever have done it normally. Instead, he would generally have offered out a scowl. This time, though, he did not.
The answer to why he did not was quite simple.
“I am glad that there is just one of me. There is only enough room in the universe for one Tak Science. That being said, I am sure that you are equally as pleased that there is only one here as well.”
He then hastily added, “I am sure that the rest of the ship is happy as well. I do not think that anyone else onboard the USS Dark Phoenix really wants to have a second Tak Science.”
Finishing his idle musing, he shook his head, “No, no, we do not need to travel anywhere. I can tell you everything through this. Non-feline species are so, how do you say, predictable.”
“Anyways, right, you need my thoughts on crew safety.” The Kzinti had to stop for a moment to keep himself from stating that he did not care if ‘everyone aboard just up and croaked.’ That would, after all, be the correct response aboard a Kzinti Police Ship, and anything else would be considered to be dishonorably ‘soft’ to a certain degree.
“Well, I believe that any experiments that are being conducted are well within the safety range, if that is what you wish me to say. The USS Dark Phoenix is Nova-class. Like other scientific vessels, it is specifically designed to handle that sort of thing. However, regarding the safety during an unknown or questionable situation…well…I am unsure about that, considering a few things.”
The feline continued, “The safety of our crew, regarding the presence of a situation we have not previously encountered, concerns a great deal of variables. One of the largest is the human response, that is to say, the way in which the members of our crew directly react. And I cannot report on this for I am not a psychologist.”
“Now, do you still want to meet with me?” he asked, snidely. “Yes or no? I do not have all day.”
|
|
|
Post by Dacian Peractio on May 29, 2009 3:10:48 GMT
"You seem to fit the bill Sergeant, welcome to the Ship's marine contingent. You can have command of... hmm, a fit to your skills would be I believe... Gamma Squadron. Congratulations Sergeant."
The marine Sergeant Keyes stood from his pert seating position opposite Blakus Peractio, saluted and made his way from the office. "Send the next man in Keyes." Keyes nodded and virtually pushed in a Corporal.
Before Peractio could greet the man an insistent communication alert sounded on the small panel in front of Peractio. His desk was a fun one; consisting of a number of built-in panels and useful features. All that was missing was a good program for simulating 'Tetris'. The panel lit up now in red blinking graphics, the designer clearly didn't trust the intelligence or sensory ability of the person using the desk, not with the number of alerts it had programmed in.
Dacian pressed the receive and transmit button. "Yes," he said into it patiently.
"Lieutenant, apologies for the interruption. My name is Major Barker, I have a contingent of marine candidates you may be interested in." Dacian smirked at the Major's sales-pitch'esque communication.
"I have plenty here, sir. If you don't mind me asking sir, and I'm going to be blunt, what makes your candidates stand out from the rest?"
A harsh laughter, akin to the sound of the scraping of metal on roughly cut wood, came over the comm. "Lieutenant, I would say come over to Resurrection and see for yourself but I know you are too preoccupied for that, so I will just inform you over this channel. Lieutenant Peractio, these men I have here are the..." There was the oddest sound of rustling, like leaves of oldtime paper being thumbed through. ".. The Castellans of Vindication."
Dacian's open mouth that had been ready to speak closed up. This was enough to give him pause; the Castellans, an almost pretentious title that he had not heard in a long while. A somewhat exclusive group in Rome, his place of birth, and firmly attached to the Blakus line as some sort of.. one might say a private army but of course that was not true in the slightest. They weren't an army for a start... and secondly they weren't private. Dacian smiled at his own futile logic loop and then finally decided to end Barker's wait:
"That's interesting if somewhat bewildering news, Major. Suffice it is to say that I will be over there shortly."
"Fantastic. Barker out."
The Castellans of Vindication, an arty name to say the least, but named so with good reason. Ferox Blakus Peractio, the marine lieutenant's father had led them on many an excursion to unexplored - or rather ignored - planets out near the more inconspicuous border regions of Federation space. Indeed, Peractio's line had had many the confrontation with the likes of the Nausicaans and the Yridians, and most notably the Orion Syndicate.
It was a world under the jurisdiction of the Syndicate that the Peractio line had had the most unfortunate pleasure of dropping into. Some shady business deals, some which led up to some rather unresputable clientele and dealers to say the least, before they knew it they had become entwined in one of the most immoral and unethical happenstances in living memory; and it had been something the Castellans had fought alongside them with and also helped them out of. Some of those - all of whom he knew well - on his teams would be 'brilliant' to say the very least.
|
|
|
Post by Dacian Peractio on Jun 13, 2009 2:43:06 GMT
"Are you looking for someone, sir?" asked the Starfleet NCO, clearly looking for kudos from someone he recognised as a UFP marine officer, and a Starship-borne one at that he could clearly see from Dacian's additional insignia.
"Yes I am, actually," Dacian said, walking to the side of the giant concourse that was here on Starbase Resurrection. "A Major Barker, but I don't expect you to know who that is. If you could tell me where the UFP Marines have their station on this base, it happens that I never actually visited it that often enough to learn the surroundings..." He trailed off, which was mostly a good thing as the crewman looked to be growing increasingly jaded with what this green-uniformed man he was listening to was saying.
Peractio trailed off because of the sound of breaking glass, probably a bottle if his immediate instinct was correct, coming from inside a nearby social establishment. "Excuse me," he said to the crewman, brushing him and his confused look aside and scampering into this bar from which the sound had came.
Inside a cold silence had already fallen. In the centre of the establishment's main floor were two men in jumpsuits, one holding a broken bottle, standing over an immobile figure that lay prone on the ground. They were cringing as another person, whom looked to be of the same type as the one who had clearly just taken a bottle to the head, lunged into them and took them down to the floor. Dacian wasted no time in elicting the assistance of a seemingly willing bystander and dragging the two parties apart.
"Get out," he rasped at the humanoid whom had lunged at the two men (one whom had the bottle). The humanoid picked up his barely conscious friend and hobbled from the bar. The people cowering at the bar's corners looked on aghast at Dacian, obviously horrified at why he'd treated the aforementioned as the offending party. "No need to worry everyone," he announced, taking in all the faces and reassuring them with his presence. He then turned to the bottle-wielder.
"What are you doing here?" he asked him. The latter went to the bar and put his bottle down, allowing the other two to follow him. "Well?" Dacian prompted.
"Great to see you Peractio," said the man, leaning on the bar casually. Behind the laxly postured man was the barkeeper, slowly edging back to his 'taps', eyeing all three of them cautiously but clearly put a little at ease by the commanding Peractio's steady presence. "We got into a heated discussion with those folks just gone. I took action when they insulted us."
Dacian shook his head, but the tight smile slowly developing on his lips gave him away somewhat. "You can't be coming here and doing this Lorenzo. Don't you know what Major Barker's been telling me about you?"
"What?" asked the other man, standing beside Dacian.
"Nothing, just that he recommended you lot to join me. I was planning on accepting all of you, but now..." Peractio took mild pleasure in seeing the momentary worry set deep in their expressions, then he laughed lightly. "Don't worry yourselves overmuch. I'll gladly take you all aboard, just no unprovoked attacks."
"It was hardly unprovoked," said Lorenzo. "They accused us of being ruffians."
"So you proved their point?" Dacian grinned sideways at him then looked to the exit. "Come on," he said to both, "We should meet with the rest.. They're in Barker's anteroom presumably. What confuses me is how you are now all marines."
"I'm confused too Peractio, I think it was Vincenzo's idea." They left the bar with Dacian once again smiling. Of course it would be Vincenzo to enact such a radical change for the Castellans.
Back on Dark Phoenix...
The 2nd Lieutenant walked the line of freshly green uniformed recruits. The slots for positions had filled up remarkably quick, now that he had a great proportion of the CoV on board his team. He nodded and curled his lip appreciatively at those in the line he knew, and simply gave a cursory nod to those he did not, as a way of recognising their contribution to making up this unit.
Peractio reached the end of the line and stopped at the last man. "You shall be my primary Sergeant," he said to the marine, who was his most trusted ally within the Castellans, Vincenzo Castarelli. "I'm giving you a field promotion to the rank of First Sergeant, with all the priveleges of that non-commissioned rank. However limited those maybe." There were a few quiet chuckles amongst the assembly. Dacian silenced them with a quick glare, although he knew he'd asked for it with his timely quip.
"You're free for now," he said to the line of stifled grins, "It is technically shore leave after all, but at oh-eight-hundred tomorrow I want you all assembled in cargo bay one for combat drills and readiness checks. Dismissed."
|
|