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    Jolara: ::letting out a soft breath:: I would assume sensors would probably be useful.
     
    :: It was still feeling rocky, but it was starting to come together.  Her amusement probably had more to do with a sense of relief that the meeting was working than the actual amusement, but it was still welcome.:: 
     
    Walker: Good point.  :: She chuckled:: Very good point Commander.  Propulsion and helm are of limited use without them after all. 

    Yes, better not drive at warp speed blindly...

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    Kelrod: We all have our stories... the good thing is that as you two are new you're not in the same condition about me like the others. T'Lea knew me from a long time ago, we both knew us enough to acknowledge our rounds and edges. Right?

    T'Lea: Rounds and edges?  ::a wry smirk::  Are you flirting with me?

     

    That certainly made me go :ermm::whistling::sweating:

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  3. Well, he's known T'Lea since she was a Lieutenant Science Officer, he'd seen her at her best and her worst, they've died and saved each other once and again, so, if anyone has to wrap Dickens in toilet paper or make the decision of taking him out, who else than his former chief, later friend, then subordinate and now comrade? If you can think of anyone better, just let him know. :sweating:

  4. Hello all Starbase 118 crewmates. I'd like to bring you the link to the Star Trek: Renegades pilot for all of us to see. Please follow this link:



    This will become an independent web fan series. That means that CBS or Paramount won't be supporting it and it'll be done with the donations from anyone around the world via donations. Their intention is to produce one episode each month, but there's still a date for the first one after this pilot. So we'll have to check their facebook oficial page for news about it.

    Let's see what they've come up with, for us.

    Hope you enjoy it.

    Cmdr. Marcus Dickens

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  5. Congratulations on the winners. I didn't know that it'll sound fun the final act as I understood that it'll both send the image that they're being fooled while their crew was in danger and/or could send the message that the fresh appetizers could be something related to their comrades. I was trying to portrait a civilization with a predatory skill that allowed them to put smiley faces while they are planning to get on you. Obviously I failed at that! Will try next time better.

  6. ( USS AMAZON )

    ( IC )

    -Captain’s log, stardate 240108.7, we’ve arrived at Romu’in space and we’ve detected one of their ships waiting for us. Starfleet had just a dozen of contacts with this species, they’re still a mystery to us, but other sources catalog them as strange creatures with even more strange ways of being. We just know that they’re bipedal reptiles whose population is mostly composed of male adults and most of them are dedicated to the military branch. The Columbus will be the first ship to be allowed to get to their home planet so I’ll need all my diplomatic skills to cause a good first impression.-

    :: Captain Rashuu stood from the captain’s chair and moved to the center of the bridge ::

    Rashuu: Open a channel :: The audio signal indicated that the channel was open. :: This is captain Rashuu from the Starfleet vessel Columbus to the Romu’in ship in front of us. Do you receive us?

    Romu’inan: Starfleet vessel Columbus, this is the vessel Krillari, we’re here to provide escort to our home planet. You’ll follow us and abstain to do any active scans as we progress in our territory.

    Rashuu: Understood Krillari, we’ll follow your lead. :: The channel closed and Rashuu returned to his seat. :: The probe is in place, right?

    Sheridan: :: The FO turned to his captain:: Yes sir, half light year away, ready to be activated upon need.

    :: The Saurian has always been one to be bold to get to combat but years of experience showed him that it’s better to have an ace up his sleeve, just in case. For about twelve hours they get inside the Romu’in territory at warp three. In the way, ships were gradually adding themselves as escort, first two, then two more, this way until there were ten ships enveloping them at a distance of about two hundred thousand kilometers. The Saurian didn’t like it, but he can’t do anything that would jeopardize the talks.::

    :: Finally they get to their destination. The escorts left and remained on the outskirts of the system and the Krillari was the only one left. They guided them to a low orbit where they waited. Finally they’re given the transport coordinates. Rashuu moved towards the lift and was met on the transporter with his team and then beamed down. ::

    :: The reception hall was a bit somber, but enough to see clearly the group that was waiting for them. The place has a lot of holes on the ceiling and walls and some trees passed through those holes, he wasn’t sure if this could be an issue if a storm arrives at the place, but the place was humid enough for the Saurian to feel comfortable, unlike the standard Starfleet environments that were a bit dry for his taste. His gaze fell then on the group waiting them. There were four of them, Rashuu made a step forward. ::

    Rashuu: I’m captain Rashuu.

    Torka: I’m primer Torka, I’ve been assigned as your liaison with our people. Those are my assistants, Saruin minister of medicine and Lel’otep minister of external affairs.

    Rashuu: My pleasure. This is my Chief medical officer Dr. Scott , my Chief science officer Baldwin and the Lieutenant Shar’wyn. :: Rashuu avoided saying that it was a security officer, the woman nodded politely with his right arm just in front of the weapon holster, hiding discretely the weapon.::

    Torka: I must say that I’m surprised that you’re the captain of a ship of this Federation.

    Rashuu: Really? I hope it’s a good surprise.

    Torka: You must say that. So far the only contact we had with Federation Vessels was with the ones called humans and two called Vulcans. Seeing that there’s someone with… a reptile ascendance… is good. At least you’re more… easy to see than those mammals.

    Rashuu: :: he looked at his companions :: I used to think the same when I first saw them after leaving my home planet, but what they may lack in that field, they compensate with a wide variety of attributes.

    Torka: I see… You may follow me, I’ll give you a tour of the province. I’m sorry but I’m not allowed to guide you to the main province, but the Master Leader believes that my province can show you how we are and teach you what you might want to know.

    Rashuu: I’m sure that your province is perfect for us. Given that we have never been here, I’m honored that you accepted to receive us.

    Torka: It’s not that I asked for it, I just follow the Master Leader instructions. This is how things work here.

    Rashuu: Similar to Starfleet. Being the military branch of the Federation we follow a chain of command. For example, they follow my orders as I follow those of my commanding officers. I understand that your people follow a military life. Is that for everyone or just the males?

    :: They walked through the building to an open street ::

    Torka: We all do military service and train for that since we are a child. Our jungles are dangerous so everyone must be ready to fight for their life’s. That’s how we live since we are born.

    Scott: You mean that since birth you’re ready to take some military training?

    Torka: :: The primer looked at the human that slowed its pace as it was being looked :: Kind of… our newborns fight for food since they hatch the eggs. The weaker ones either die on the fight or if they manage to survive and get food are relegated to simpler tasks. That’s how we become strong.

    Scott: I see… :: The doctor looked at the group with a different look. Obviously if they’ve reached those important positions, others may have suffered a worse destiny. It could seem cruel, but obviously it depends on the crystal you look through.

    Saruin: Maybe the good doctor would like to have a look at our medical station. We have a hatchling about to ‘bloom’. It should be interesting for him to see. :: The female looked at the doctor, to whom she was about a quarter of a feet taller. ::

    Torka: Are you interested? :: said the primer with a grin drawn in his smile::

    Scott : :: gulping a bit :: I will, as long as my captain agrees.

    Rashuu: :: He looked at the good doctor and understood what was between lines. :: Yes, I have no objection, but I’m sure that Lieutenant

    Shar’wyn is also interested in that.

    Shar’wyn: :: she grinned at the comment but the look and years of serving with Rashuu allowed her to understand his statement :: Of course, they are an awesome species and I’d like to know more about them.

    Rashuu: Good, Baldwin, you’re with me.

    :: The good doctor along with the Security officer moved away with the female Minister of medicine while Rashuu accompanied the primer to a tourist visit and Baldwin tried to know more about their technology, given that they seem to be quite integrated in their environment. ::

    :: On their way towards another complex they could see the vast vegetation of the planet and how the Romu’ians developed their infrastructures bordering the natural ways of it, using the trees as part of them. They saw a clear in the forest that was used as instruction site, but only as a starting point. ::

    Saruin: We start learning to live in the jungle since we are very young. There you can see some kids, they are about seven rotations, but they already know how to survive in our jungles.

    Scott: What’s that? Is that a monkey tied up there?

    Saruin: Yes,… an anatomy lesson. They must learn how to hunt them and how to quicken up the resistance. It’s what makes us the greatest of this planet.

    Scott: But,.. It’s still alive…

    Saruin: Of course… :: She looked at the mammal surprised that such a fearsome creature was in the military of the Federation ::

    Shar’wyn: Nothing like a live prey to teach the youngling, right?

    Saruin: Exactly. It’s the fastest way to teach them.

    Shar’wyn: I see your point. We use holodecks for that kind of training.

    Saruin: Holodecks?

    Shar’wyn: Yes, holographic representations with physical form. Allows you to study whatever you want. You can see a body and pay attention to details. In your case you could have one of that augmented to show them clearly how their bodies work and then make a moving one or a hundred for them to practice.

    Saruin: mmm… interesting. Unlimited numbers of test subjects… I… doubt that the training could be the same, but we’ll have to see. Now come, they’re starting to pay attention to us, and they don’t like to be observed by outsiders.

    :: The group moved along but the instructor along with the kids followed them with their eyes and the gestures of the instructor weren’t exactly the most pleasing ones, and even less when he signaled the monkey-like creature and used his nails to open up wounds on major arteries… blood splitting the floor and then throw it to the kids to watch and… who knows, maybe have a little snack.::

    :: Doctor Scott was amazed by the birthing bay, underground, with metal structures holding the place but with the humid soil being the resting place of the eggs. Some of the workers looked at them and hissed between them words that he didn’t understand, but soon he saw something that called his attention. ::

    Scott: What’s this man doing in there?

    :: It was a man, sitting on the ground inside a kind of cell, with only one door. He seemed to be waiting, barely dressed with some kind of pants and a light T-shirt. ::

    Saruin: Oh, this one comes to make a final service to our community.

    Shar’wyn: Final service? What do you mean?

    Saruin: Well, it’s a tradition of our legal system. This man was found guilty of continuously having diverted food and materials to his own benefit and of others around him. That made part of this province to have to endure hard times during the winter and some of our youngers died because of that. His sentence was to make a final act or repairing to the society.

    Shar’wyn: What does have to do with this place?

    Saruin: He… serves to two purposes. You’ll see… it’s about to start. I… hope that you’re not easily impressionable as we’re told that you are.

    :: Then a sound was heard and almost all the workers surrounded the cage where the man was waiting. He stood and looked at the door that started to open from downwards, there were a few moments of silence when the presents started to say something in their own language. It was repetitive and escalated in sound. A few moments later, a young Romu’inan appeared from the dark and looked at the man. A second later it let out a shrieekk sound and dozens of the little creatures appeared behind and all of them launched towards the man. They were ferocious and despite that the male started by kicking one, two, three of them, soon about four of them jumped over him and he started to grab them, but then three more jumped on his back and others on his legs. They started to bit him and despite that their fangs weren’t large, they were sharp and bits of blood started to taint the male’s body. He continued to spin around trying to get rid of them, but simply there were too much of them. Soon a pair of them crawled to the head and the man get rid of them, but not before one of them bites him in one eye, what made the man yell. The public began to chorus another word and the little Romu’inans overwhelmed the man’s legs, making him put one knee on the ground. Scott ceased to look at the scene and looked at the others presents in the room, almost making a step back, but Shar’wyn put his arm on his back to make him stay. ::

    Shar’wyn: Doctor, if you leave now, you’ll look weak to those people. This is not the time for that.

    Scott: But that’s… a carnage.

    Shar’wyn: Look anywhere else, but don’t leave.

    :: Shar’wyn knew that looking weak in front of predators was the last thing to do, less when you’re surrounded and in number inferiority. His gaze returned to the place where the man knelt the second leg and all the little ones started to cover him. It was a classical example of Death from a thousand cuts. Soon the shouts and yellings and shrieks muted to just a mumbling of the flesh being devoured of a corpse with no life. ::

    Saruin: Mm… :: she said finally looking at them. :: You were lucky, those cases are rare lately. As I told you this is a last service for the dishonored and punished for big crimes. They serve as food four our little ones, showing them to fight for their food if needed and second, it shows the little ones that a group is stronger than an individual, no matter how big and strong it might seem. This unity is what forges our strong community. Does your Federation have a similar ritual?

    Scott: I think… I don’t… :: Without being able to avoid it the good doctor vomit poured out of him. Saruin made a step back and Shar’wyn moved to help the good doctor not to fall on the ground. ::

    Shar’wyn: :: Trying to appear to be in one piece after the show :: I told him not to come. He wasn’t feeling well, but he wanted to do his duty nonetheless… Sorry for that.

    Saruin: Oh…:: suspiciously :: I see… very.. dedicated to be coming in that state. Don’t worry about that,… We always try to see the good point of everything. In this case, we’ll clean it and will help us to know the… human physiology. Specially their digestive system.

    :: She made a gesture with her fingers and a group of workers collected the contents of the vomit the doctor had just spilled around him in a container and cleaned the residual remainings as the doctor and the security officer moved away. ::

    Saruin: Perhaps this will be a good moment to get back with your captain…

    Shar’wyn: Sure.

    Saruin: Please this way…

    :: The two followed the female minister of medicine and entered a darker corridor of the underground very humid and with the roots of some trees showing up through the walls. Shar’wyn was not all relaxed as she didn’t like those corridors. Too dark, becoming narrower each corner, his sixth sense calling him to grab his phaser but his rational side telling him not to do it yet. ::

    Saruin: Take care of the roots. We try to co-exist with the fauna and respect them the most we can. You can easily trip over some of them.

    :: Then she turned a corner and when the two officers did something hit them in the back of the head and fell unconscious to the ground. ::

    :: Saruin turned and approached the two humanoids and drew a smile in her big toothy mouth. Calling up two other Romu’inans instructed them on how to proceed. ::

    Saruin: You know what to do. And make it quick!

    :: Meanwhile Rashuu and Baldwin were talking with Primer Torka and enjoying some delicacies freshly made for them. ::

    To be continued?

    Cmdr. Marcus Dickens

    2nd officer & CSO

    USS Atlantis

    NCC-74682

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  7. Now...you know I can't just let you do this by yourself...dark is my middle name.....perhaps another early Hannibal exploit, or perhaps Kamela...maybe both.....

    You might not know that my character shares consciousness with a warrior deprived of his body for decades that haunted a tribe as spirits and that followed a leader that was almost as evil as Argus, but without it's power? We'll see... but I see it lurking in the dark and feeling the power of the writting challenge subject... Beware, 'cause he's coming!!

  8. IC:

    ( Before the talk with commander Blueheart )

    :: Mitchell and Marcus talked for a while and the Angosian/Betazoid found that he liked to talk with someone that has been in service for as long as he has. In fact Rode had been in service more than him and that allowed to some complicity ::

    DICKENS: As we don't have a fighter bay, we'll have to use the shuttles or runabout.

    MITCHELL: Yeah, we can use the pair of Type 9's on board. Their built on a hull form similar to fighters.

    DICKENS: Type 9's... noted :: he liked the design of the little shuttle :: So, do you have any plans for the rest of the night?

    MITCHELL: ::taking a final sip of the drink.:: Well since this...:holding up the empty glass:: tastes like nothing. I'm headed to find one real drink then back up to the ship.

    DICKENS: Be sure to request the transport before you're too tipsy to be understood up there. :: He smiled and patted the man's shoulder. Even himself was looking up to get something stronger that night.:: I'll watch a little more around here.

    MITCHELL: Ok. Your call. Enjoy. ::he paused:: I think I've really become one of the foogies. I'm already headed out the door.

    DICKENS: Well, every age has it's pleasures and ... well, we have to leave room for the new blood to draw their own path. Better for them to learn and not relying on us saying I told you so and better for us as we can scold them if they mess it up. :: he winked at the commander ::

    MITCHELL: Although a lot of our junior officers split already. I'll see if I can find a few and observe from a distance. Make sure there's no brawls like the captain said before I go back up.

    DICKENS: So you're after all a good starfleet commander. I better keep myself in your favour for the time you end up as captain of your own ship!

    ::He nodded and headed for the door, depositing the glass on a table before he left. He looked at him as he left the room and Marcus sipped from his beverage again before being reached by Blueheart ::

    ( Later )

    BLUEHEART: Congratulations, XO.::Their glasses clinked.::

    DICKENS: Thanks sir, I hope to be at the level you expect.

    :: The CO and the now FO returned to the ballroom and Marcus stopped while Raj moved on. There he looked around, some of the crew had already left the place, he hoped to have them all coming back and that they could mix like the crew was on the Avandar. He couldn't avoid to think about those days and checking his memories he thought if he could have done something different about Vojana, maybe try giving her more room to widen her work and experience, maybe spending more time with her, but his duties as FO prevented to give her any more time as their missions demanded a lot of dedication. At least this issue has been solved by his former wife so this time he'll have all the time he needed to dedicate to the ship and the crew.::

    :: He looked on the present people around and looked at them. He looked at a pair of women that were talking about themselves and giggling looking here and there and a thought of approaching them crossed his mind but discarded it as he found it not proper still feeling like he had a kind of debt with Vojana. ::

    KELROD: oO Come on, she made it clear Oo

    DICKENS: oO Yes, but you don't just forget a relationship that has lasted for years that easily. Oo

    KELROD: oO Hey, she'd been partially my wife too, but you must realize that you haven't really had a relationship in the past months of husband and wife. She focused on her civilian doctor task and you on your FO job on the Avandar. This has to come Oo

    DICKENS: oO You mean it's my fault? Oo

    KELROD: oO I mean that it's something that happens... life is complicated and both of you had quite different points of view. After all she resigned from Starfleet and you escalated through the ranks. You represented what she come to hate and that duality could not end in a good way Oo

    DICKENS: oO I can't believe that argument. If there's a will, there's a way. She just gave up too soon. I was going to ask for a transfer, even to resign if they deny me that, but she wanted it too early. I couldn't leave Starfleet the next day... Oo

    KELROD: oO And that's when she loosed... and she get it straight. I believe that she did the right move, for the good of the two of you. So why won't you have some fun and distract your mind from that for a while. You can mourn all you want in your quarters, but we're at a party. Oo

    DICKENS: oO You know what, have fun yourself, I don't want to have fun right now and even less to listen to someone like you telling me things I already know. oO

    KELROD: oO Ok, no problem. Oo

    DICKENS: oO Just don't let me be degraded to ensign, right? Oo

    KELROD: oO Don't worry, your starfleet is so fun that I'd rather miss the chance to enjoy it further Oo

    :: With that Marcus conscience moved back and Kelrod saw directly through his eyes, feeling good to be in control after quite some time. He checked the place and looked up observing the arquitecture and use of colors then switched back to the two female officers and confidently he moved towards them. ::

    DICKENS: Hello ladies, enjoying the party so far?

    SILA: Yes commander, it's a good relief from the mission.

    LARISA: You seem to be a bit out of it sir.

    DICKENS: Please, call me... :: remembering he's supossed to be he decided to play a little:: Marcus or Marc as we're on leave. So, what are you drinking?

    LARISA: It's a local beverage, they say it's mildly strong so we're just taking a bit

    DICKENS: Mmm... know what, this is a day, so let's have a bit of fun. :: He went to the counter, asked for three glasses of the same drink and returned with the woman :: Here you are :: with a smile in his face :: For the Atlantis crew, :: They raised their glasses :: And for all the beautiful officers in Starfleet represented by you here.

    :: They were surprised but Sila giggled at the comment. After a sip she spoke ::

    SILA: Comma... Marcus, you seem quite ... different. We've had little time to know you but you always seemed so busy in your work.

    DICKENS: :: Kelrod smiled but what normally was an inner gesture this time translated into a genuine and visible smile :: Yes, I could seem that way, but that's when I'm on duty. One thing is on the ship or during a mission, but I like to enjoy leaves as they're sporadic and usually short. I even like to practice some fencing and riding. Do any of you ride?

    LARISA: Ride? On what?

    DICKENS: On horses of course

    SILA: I've done it in my childhood back on earth, but it's been years.

    LARISA: I just saw horses in pictures. We don't have it on the Jupiter station where I was born and raised. I went to Earth several times, but never to see them, even less to ride one.

    DICKENS: Then you're lucky, I'm an excellent rider and I have a great holoprogram to ride. Easy horses, plain roads... Do you want to try it?

    SILA: Why not? It's been years so It'll be fun

    LARISA: I'm.. not sure

    DICKENS: Come on Larisa, see Sila, if she can do it, you can and I promise that the horse will be easy.

    :: Finally both agreed and moved with him, each one with their drink in their hands and requested transport to the Atlantis where Kelrod guided them to the holodeck and activated the holoprogram Marcus used to use to relax while riding. However, he'll be sure that this ride will be wonderful and osmething they'll want to repeat. ::

    TBC:

    Cmdr. Marcus Dickens
    First Officer
    USS ATLANTIS
    NCC-74682

  9. ((Sickbay, USS Atlantis))

    ::The Captain entered the cubicle and nodded to the nurse, then to the Kylon.::

    BLUEHEART: Is he fit to answer a few questions, nurse?

    NURSE: response

    BLUEHEART: ::smiling somberly:: I promise to make it short.

    NURSE: response

    :: He shook his head in slight amusement. As if the current situation was going to stop him from talking. Dancing perhaps, and definitely not going rock climbing... but talking he could manage. ::

    BLUEHEART: Thank you. ::turning to the Grenushi:: Telnoth. ::noticing the neural inhibitors in place:: How are you feeling? ::His eyes darted to the monitors and consoles.::

    :: The question was so polite and immaterial that it made his stomach turn. Now was not the time for polite diplomacy ::

    HAERIN: I am fine Captain, though the situation is urgent.

    BLUEHEART: So, tell me, Telnoth, ::seating himself on a chair by the bedside:: tell me everything.

    HAERIN: No. The entirety of things isn't nearly as critical as the immediate. I'll start there.

    :: That was not what the shorter man wanted to hear. Something that just.. ticked off the Grenushi. Here he was, trying to save their lives.. ::

    BLUEHEART: ::shaking his head in defiance:: Not when my ship and the lives of my crew are at stake. They matter more to me than diplomacy or politics, any day. So I’d really like to know everything, Telnoth. EVERYTHING. ::He leaned back in his seat, crossed one leg over the other and clasped his hands together on his lap.:: And I suggest you start at the very beginning.

    :: This hadn't been a good day for Kylon. Oh it had started out as one, with the federation officers almost following a script in attempting to see what he'd brought on board. But their release? Which, if he was any judge, would pull them from warp. And doing that would put them at greater risk, which meant the peace talks wouldn't receive their gift.. oh and likely they'd all die here instead. So, he allowed the frustration, just this once, to slip out. There was none of the calm, reserved Ambassador in his reply. Instead, the scorn and sarcasm would heap at the man's feet until he could meet Kylon eye to eye. ::

    HAERIN: Oh Really Captain? Is that what YOU want? Sure.. let me spin you a yarn to use the Terran phrasing. Perhaps hand you a fiddle?

    BLUEHEART:

    HAERIN: Well don't you want to play while Rome burns? The situation is.. you short minded idiot.. that if your people hadn't attempted to breach protocols this wouldn't be happening. But now we don't need to replay history, but actually salvage things. So forgive me if I really couldn't care less in what you would like!

    BLUEHEART:

    HAERIN: Good. The creatures are a gift. We developed a means to capture them from the cloud, and put them into a form of stasis. And, as energy creatures, they are able to be comfortably compressed into the box.

    BLUEHEART:

    HAERIN: Several dozen. Each of which, while sharing traits with each other, are noticeably different from each other in mentality. Additionally, they share some of the traits of the Jenatris cloud in that they appear to mutate and change at times and seemingly based on those traits.

    BLUEHEART:

    (TAg)


    Telnoth Kylon Haerin

    Ambassador

    MNPC

    as simmed by

    Lt. Cmdr Luna Walker

    FO

    USS Atlantis

  10. ((Blueheart’s Quarters, USS Atlantis))

    ::Dreams never follow a coherent sequence.. ::

    ((Dreamscape – flashback to stardate 238908.22))

    ((Il Diavolo Blu, Living Museum District, Sigma Iotia II))

    BLUEHEART: We have a reservation.

    ::The girl was in her early twenties. She had on a glittery sheer sleeveless blouse that extended to just below a small waist. A similarly colored pleated skirt barely covered her knees, seemingly attached to her blouse via a loose-fitting silver chain that functioned as a belt, perhaps. Her pitch black short hair stuck to her scalp in undulating rivulets, held in place with an ample amount of mousse and a beige hair band with a large silver flower on one end. She had thin lips, painted a deep blood red, to compliment her rouged cheeks. Her violet eyes sparkled as she nodded to the gentlemen and turned around to draw and hold open heavy scarlet velvet drapes.

    Raj and Emerson spent a full minute to take it all in.

    Red. Nearly everything bled, oozed and dripped red. From tablecloths to tea-light glasses, the curtains all around the room to the walls themselves, the rose-scented candles to lamp shades, the suspenders on the men playing in the band to roses worn by the waitresses. All varying hues and species of red.

    Raj nearly squealed in delight.

    The pretty girl in the sheer-colored fluid dress escorted them to their table before duly departing. Raj was aware of stares directed at them, and having a table in the middle of the room didn’t help to divert some of that attention. Emerson, on the other hand, was fully aware and basked in the stolen glances and intimate whispers suddenly having sprung all around them.

    The band played a lazy, bluesy number. All the players were dressed in black shirts, black pants, black fedoras, and narrow red suspenders. Whirls of blue smoke drifted languidly to the chandelier-decorated ceiling above, like lifeless jellyfish. Most of the male patrons of the club were evidently middle-class as ascertained by their outfit of jackets and vests and suspenders and fedoras, smoking cigars and slim cigarettes, but there were a number of upper-class gentlemen present as well, dressed in top hats and tuxedos, smoking pipes and drinking brandy; women with elegantly coiffed hair strung with pearls, or in beautifully crafted cloche hats, smothered in mink, ermine, fox and chinchilla, draped on their men’s arms. Emerson helped Raj into his seat before taking a seat himself.::

    BLUEHEART: ::reaching out across the small round table to tighten the noose of Emerson’s tie:: There. Perfect.

    ::Emerson wore a dark olive green thin-lapelled jacket and vest with matching straight-cut slacks that ended slightly above the ankles. Raj was initially hesitant about green altogether, fearing it might make him look like a leprechaun, but the final ensemble was well worth the risk. Underneath the vest he had on a crisp white shirt buttoned at the wrists with ivory cufflinks. His tie was a solid mauve and hid behind his vest. Slicked back with a ton of hair gel, the red-haired xenolinguist almost looked bald, not having his luscious curly tresses running wild. But this was well camouflaged with an olive fedora with a thin camel band around its circumference. Raj had stuck a dappled partridge feather on one side of Emerson’s fedora, and he admired this ingenious accessory ever so often.

    The first officer had on a similarly tailored midnight blue vest and trousers, over which he threw on a matching jacket that had barely-discernible mauve pinstripes. He also wore a lavender shirt underneath with a solid magenta tie, and a midnight blue homburg with a broad mauve band. A nine-inch golden pheasant tail feather stuck to the left side of his hat completed the outfit. Both men wore polished black-and-white banded shoes with white socks, as was the what-was-I-thinking fashion of the era.::

    WAITRESS: Drinks, gentlemen? ::Her multiple droopy silver necklaces chimed against the table.::

    BLUEHEART: Absinthe for me.

    RAVENSCROFT: ::giving Raj a curious look:: oO Seems the Prohibition doesn’t extend to this part of town. Oo Red Death. Oh, and bring me a cigar.

    BLUEHEART: ::after the waitress sauntered away:: You don’t smoke.

    RAVENSCROFT: Neither do you drink anything stronger than wine.

    BLUEHEART: ::grinning mischievously:: ‘Tis a good night for recklessness!

    RAVENSCROFT: oO If I didn’t know better, I’d say he’s drunk already. Oo ::chuckling:: You’re not having a midlife crisis are you?

    BLUEHEART: What? ::He laughed.::

    RAVENSCROFT: You want to prove to the young jay-gees that you’ve still got it by getting drunk, getting laid and getting into a bar brawl?

    BLUEHEART: ::sly grin:: Getting laid isn’t so bad.

    RAVENSCROFT: ::smirking:: Unless it’s with the Captain.

    BLUEHEART: Ack!

    RAVENSCROFT: What! I think the Captain cuts a dashing figure.. for a two hundred-year-old.

    BLUEHEART: ::wide-eyed with disbelief:: He’s my commanding officer! It’s inappropriate! Besides, he isn’t my type.

    RAVENSCROFT: Well, that didn’t stop a certain---

    BLUEHEART: ::scolding:: Hey!

    RAVENSCROFT: When you’re drunk, you’re drunk. ::shrugging nonchalantly:: Things happen.

    BLUEHEART: ::narrowing his eyes and glaring at Emerson:: Then I had better keep you on a very short leash, lest you stray.

    RAVENSCROFT: Ooh a leash. Kinky.

    ::The waitress returned with their drinks and cigar. She waited until Emerson clipped off one end before lighting it. Emerson fished out a wad of greenbacks and handed it to her with a complimentary wink and a tip of the hat. She giggled and bounced away.::

    BLUEHEART: ::rolling his eyes:: Aren’t you going to pinch her bottom?

    RAVENSCROFT: Good idea. Then you can spank me for being a naughty, naughty boy.

    ::Emerson inhaled on the cigar, unsuccessfully suppressing a paroxysm of violent coughing, then exhaled a cloud of blue-grey smoke above his head. Raj stared at the absinthe spoon and sugar cube set aside by the waitress next to his shot of the green alcoholic drink. Ignoring the accompanying paraphernalia, he downed the entire glass of absinthe in one gulp and turned red as a lobster, breathing through his mouth to let unseen flames escape his scorched esophagus.::

    BLUEHEART: ::mildly breathless::Wow!

    RAVENSCROFT: ::frowning, amused:: I’m pretty sure that’s not the way it’s done.

    BLUEHEART: ::waving at another waitress, a brunette this time, with his empty glass in the air:: Seems like there’s a lot of things I don’t know--- ::He stopped abruptly and stared blankly at Emerson.::

    RAVENSCROFT: ::after a few silent seconds:: Well? Go on. The suspense is killing me.

    BLUEHEART: ::to the returning brunette waitress holding a bottle of Spanish absinthe:: Leave the bottle, dear.

    ::Emerson fished out another wad of bills and paid her handsomely. Returning his gaze at Raj, he found him already downing his second shot straight up, coughing and hacking afterwards. Emerson gently reached out across the table and placed a warm hand over his friend’s.::

    RAVENSCROFT: ::in a soft, endearing voice:: What’s really going on here, Raj?

    ::The band struck up an up tempo number. There was applause all around and little squeals of delight and giggles of excitement. Middle-class ladies and gentlemen, women clinging to their long necklaces cascading down their necks, in front of their dresses, and men holding on to their fedoras and tugging on their suspenders, left their tables and rushed to the area in front of the stage on which the band played.

    They danced. The women’s slinky dresses shimmering like diamonds as they spun, kicked and gyrated to the fast jazzy number. The men’s shoes made rhythmic taps and clicks on the well-polished hard wood floor, their moves just as smooth, just as passionate. The movements were so fast Raj couldn’t tell if the dancers were doing the Charleston, Lindy hop or black bottom. The dance partners came together only to separate. The men twirled their gals over their heads, over the floor and around their waists.

    Those pouty lips. Those swaying hips. Strong muscular arms on delicate porcelain skin. A frenzy of flailing arms and legs, synchronized and coordinated. Raj felt the blood rush into his cheeks. His heart pounded in tandem with the bass. His soul wailed with the horns. He stood up, straightened his back, breathed excitedly, and removed his jacket, letting it fall onto the back of his hardback chair. He reached out his right hand for Emerson. With his posture slightly askance, his left arm bent behind his back and his right outstretched before him, he was not unlike a cavalier goading his opponent to a duel.::

    BLUEHEART: ::with passion and fire in his eyes and charm on his lips:: Dance with me!

    ::And so began the duel.::

    ((End dreamscape/flashback))

    TBC

    ======================================

    Commander Raj Blueheart

    Commanding Officer

    USS Atlantis

    NCC-74682

  11. (Deck 6, Crew Quarters – USS Atlantis)

    IC:

    KIROSA: Computer, where the hell is the captain!?

    ::It was evident at this point that Kyla was furious with some recent news that she had been given that she was off the security detail of the captain. For whatever reason, for whatever happened to her before today, this was it. Enough was enough and she was going to front the captain out about it, in private possibly, but failing that, she would do it in front of the [...] crew, her career was on shaky ground right now (as far as she knew) so why should she try and salvage it if even the CO was against her?::

    ::Once the Computer has given her the Captain's location she was out of her quarters like a torpedo. The look of utmost, suppressed rage on her face, the stride showing that she was going to either kill or at the very least maim. Even though she was bound by the rules of that uniform that was what she wanted to do. She rounded a corner and stepped into the nearest Turbolift, silently thankful it was empty.::

    KIROSA: Computer, close and lock turbolift doors!

    ::The computer complied, the doors closing shut and a dull 'clunk' sounding the doors weren’t opening anytime soon. The next thing she had to do was get the Captain to actually speak to her in private. Tapping her commbadge.::

    KIROSA: =/\= Chief Kirosa to Captain Blueheart. =/\=

    ::She waited for a moment to allow the Captain to do whatever he felt was more important before he replied to her::

    BLUEHEART : ::pausing after hearing the word “chief”:: =/\= Blueheart here. What can I do for you, Ensign Kirosa? =/\=

    KIROSA: =/\= Captain, can I speak to you for a moment in private? =/\=

    BLUEHEART: =/\= What is this about? =/\= oO Actually I sort of know.. I think.. Oo

    KIROSA: =/\= Captain! =/\= ::Her tone had now become more forceful, the slightest ebb of her new-found rage starting to surface and lace itself into her voice now.:: =/\= Can I speak. To you. For a moment. In Private? =/\=

    ::Yes it sounded intimidating, verging on threatening, but she didn't care. She wanted answers and she was going to get them. The only sense about her would rather this happen behind closed doors than in front of the crew and cause any further irreparable damage to her short-lived career.::

    ::The tone of the Orion’s voice said it all. It was evident she had learned of the switch in the chief of security position. Raj didn’t consider it a demotion at all and it definitely wouldn’t say so in her personnel file. Yet that tone. That tone implied the officer considered it a demotion, of losing face, a conspiracy. Whatever the reason behind the insistent, forceful tone of her voice, Raj didn’t like it one bit. In fact, he found it annoying, if not disrespectful. Thus, he surprised himself when instead of lashing out at the security officer, he went into his Counselor mode. Fighting fire with fire will only get everyone burned - including the ship!::

    BLUEHEART: ::neutral tone:: =/\= Come to my ready room now, Kyla. =/\=

    ::The commlink went dead. Abruptly.::

    BLUEHEART: oO Yup. Definitely calls for some soothing ambient music and chamomile tea. Oo

    ::Kyla heard the link go abruptly dead from the Captain’s end. Despite her rage she was silently thankful this potential explosion was going to happen behind closed doors rather than on the bridge. She was angry, yes, but she knew this sort of thing would demolish crew morale if it happened in front of them.::

    KIROSA: Bridge!

    ::Didn’t take away the fact that she was still angry at this entire situation. She had actually been trusted with something, for the first time in her life since the Academy, and now, to her, it had been betrayed by being stripped of it simply because she ‘blinked and missed’ the attack in Engineering. She was new to this, so wasn’t she allowed or afforded the odd mistake now and then? But evidently not in her case, be it she was Orion, or stereotyped, or new or for whatever reason, the trust placed in her had been betrayed… and to Kyla, that was enough reason to be furious.::

    ::She held trust as something close to her heart. She had to trust the Orions that lived in the Settlement just as they had to trust her, she also, for now, foolishly thought that Starfleet would be the same… apparently not. All this as well as other lingering thoughts and events just causing her anger to stew, to boil and threaten to ruin her.::

    ((Bridge - USS Atlantis))

    ::It wasn’t long before the doors opened to show the bridge. Kyla wasting absolutely no time in exiting the capsule and striding with purpose across the bridge and towards the ready room, pressing the call button to the room with some force she was lucky not to have broken the panel::

    ::It wasn’t long before the door chime chirped. Perfect timing too, for the tea was ready and Vangelis was piping in through the audio system.::

    BLUEHEART: Come.

    ::The doors opened and the evidently furious Orion stepped into the room, her ears caught the sound of the music in the room, more-so as the doors closed behind her… for now, given her temperamental state, she thought it was just noise and nothing else as she looked towards the captain.::

    BLUEHEART: ::remaining standing:: Please, ::beckoning with his hand:: come, have a seat. ::He gestured to the seat in front of his desk.::

    ::She didn’t respond because she still felt that angry. But rather than cause more trouble than she had intended, she bit down on her tongue before walking towards the chair and sitting in the offered chair.::

    ::The CO waited for the Orion woman to sit before doing the same.::

    BLUEHEART: Chamomile tea, Kyla?

    KIROSA: I’m not thirsty, but thank you anyway.

    ::After sipping from his own cup, he placed it aside before leaning slightly forward in his seat, elbows rested on the cold surface of the desk, hands clasped in front of him, with a pleasant smile and neutral, unassuming eyes.::

    BLUEHEART: So,.. what can I do for you, Kyla?

    KIROSA: You can start, sir, by explaining why you’ve betrayed the trust you put in me at this morning’s briefing.

    ::Blunt and to the point, she saw no point or reason in beating about the bush so got straight to the point. if she had to clarify on her meaning, she gladly would. be it her foolishness or nievitee, she was expecting the same from the captain::

    BLUEHEART: Betrayed you? I don’t understand..

    KIROSA: Okay, more bluntly is why rescind my Responsibilities as Chief of Security?

    BLUEHEART: Ah.. that.. Sure you don’t want some soothing tea before that? Okay, never mind the tea. Um.. I’m not sure if you’re aware of the.. incident we had in Engineering. The chief engineer was injured and is currently in Sickbay. Fortunately, his injuries are minor.

    ::Rather than reply, Kyla instead listened to this part… but THEN she started to think: if that were the case, standard procedure dictated that she be informed straight away, and yet… not a peep until some time after, meaning there was clearly still a ‘racial issue’ somewhere… only going further to fuel the anger-induced state that she was in right now. Rather than

    BLUEHEART: With the Ambassador on board, I felt it necessary to have a senior officer head the department. The decision was purely based on diplomatic circumstances. Your expertise and dedication to the Security team never came into question.

    KIROSA: You’re making this sound like I blinked and missed in the worst possible way, sir… how is this not bringing my Dedication to my Security Career, as short as it is, into question?

    BLUEHEART: By providing transport for the Ambassador, we are indirectly representing the Federation. Whatever we do and say will be noticed by the Grenushi, and later, the Krayav. A good impression of our professionalism will increase our chances for economic and political cooperation in this region of space in the future. That’s why I need Cmdr Dickens heading Security for now.

    KIROSA: So… what? This is your way of saying ‘I don’t want you heading up my security Department’?

    BLUEHEART: Again, I assure you, Kyla, that this gesture on my part is in no way undermining your ability to lead the department. Nor will it affect your chances of promotion later. In fact, with my years of experience in Starfleet, I can safely say that I see a great and bright future for you in SF. You can be sure of that.

    ::Not bloody likely was all she could think. She didn’t have the captain’s ‘experience’ on the matter and she wasn’t clairvoyant, so there was no way for her to know this might be standard practice for some of the Commanding Officers, but to Kyla, who led a more simpler life, she couldn't’ stop bringing it back to one simple thing: Betrayal. She had grown up, having to learn how to trust the people around her and asking only the same of her in turn. Trust was a big thing for Kyla, perhaps the biggest… and not only a week fresh from the academy that aspect of her had been insulted and broken (from her point of view) and the captain had the gall to think this wasn’t as bad a thing as she was making it out to be.::

    BLUEHEART: Take it as part of your learning curve. Learning how sometimes we all have to grit our teeth and step aside for diplomatic or political reasons. I myself have been in your shoes many times before. We are a paramilitary organization after all. The Federation still comes first. ::sipping his tea:: I hope that answers your question, Kyla? ::He peered from over the rim of his cup of tea.::

    KIROSA: Oh no, sir. ::She then pushed up out of her chair… she had heard enough from her perspective and was about to jump to all the wrong conclusions, only she didn't know that was going to happen.:: No I… I don’t see this as a learning curve… if anything it’s just confirmed the belief that you’ve just betrayed both my trust and the trust you actually decided to put in me simply because you're trying to hide the truth you think I’m completely incapable at this job.

    ::He felt his emotions roiling inside him. The last time he was emotional, let his guard down and become driven by his feelings, it had led to a mutiny and a court martial hearing. Something he would never let happen, he had vowed to himself. He decided to keep silent and let the Orion ensign carry on her verbal assault on him.::

    KIROSA: NO! No, it’s bad I enough that I have to learn this through some written announcement, but what REALLY makes me so angry about it all is that you, my own commanding officer, couldn’t even be BOTHERED to take the time to tell me this to my face!

    BLUEHEART: oO I am in the midst of wording my speech, actually. Oo ::He stared at the empty cup on his desk, not saying anything.::

    KIROSA: I get it, Alright! Yes, I’m new, little only a week out of the academy. Yes. I’m an Orion, which practically turning every other head I’ve walked past since the Academy and who knows what else to the more hormonal persuasion. You can dress this up all you like, but if this boils down to some simple, stupid reason as to my inexperience or my Racial inheritance, then it’s clear I have been so DELUDED about the Federation and it’s beliefs!

    ::When he finally spoke, his voice was forced to be monotonous. Clear, but monotonous.::

    BLUEHEART: I’m not dressing up anything. What you see is what you get.

    ::As he stood up, he smiled at her.::

    BLUEHEART: Counselor’s office. 0800 hours tomorrow. It’s a request, not an order. ::He turned around, his back facing her, to bring the empty cup back to the replicator.:: Dismissed, ensign.

    ::His hands were trembling as he set the cup down. The roar of blood in his head drowned all other sounds and he forgot the world around him for what seemed like an eternity.::

    ::If the captain was done here, then she couldn't’ see any reason why she should stay in the room. She turned and just strode out of the Ready Room, back across the bridge and back to the Turbolift. If this was the final say, that she had been ‘requested’ to see the Counselor tomorrow morning, then that was an easy thing to resolve.::

    KIROSA: Computer. Whatever ‘request’ has been made of me to see the ship’s Counselor. I want it declined in the nicest yet strongest possible manner without me getting into more trouble.

    COMPUTER: Acknowledged.

    ::It was at that point Kyla just needed something to do, something to help her relax and calm herself, and she knew talking about it wouldn’t help anything, she had tried it with the highest authority on the hsip and all it got her was that ‘session’ she just threw away. Talking never helped her because, most of the time, there was nothing TO talk about… she needed something she knew, something familiar…::

    KIROSA: Holodeck one.

    ::The computer chirped and the Turbolift hummed into life, plotting the most direct route through the Turboshafts back down to Deck 5. If she was off Security Detail, then she may as well use this newly acquired free time to stop her from making any grave mistakes in the future.::

  12. Well, I've just sent my final edition of my story for the writting challenge of this month. Do you think it'll be any other before the 31st? It's been a time since I've posted in the writting challenge, let's see how it goes.

    Lt. Cmdr. Marcus Dickens

    CSO / Second Officer

    USS CHALLENGER

    NCC-12886-A

    Great stories all around. Congratulations are most olive-branchely extended!

    Let's do it again!

  13. WHAT WE SHOULD DO

    ::Rashuu was in the Lyaksti'kton council chamber ready to hear the deliberations of the supreme judges on what to do with the situation. The Klingon empire have been raising their forces the last years. Their alliance with the romulans the past decade had made a push on the northern federation territory with the aid of the Vulcan cousins. Before that the Klingons had occupied Beta quadrant systems of the Federation while just holding the frontier of the Alpha side.::

    :: Despite their tactical knowledge the Zakdorn fell unable to resist the astounding Klingon fleets. The Romulans had been really silent not even trying to brake through the Neutral Zone and that was something that the Federation and his own government were worried as they're like a Fox Hound preparing to jump over it's prey. The Federation was becoming the prey and that was something that Saurians didn't like at all.:

    Ka'reen: Silence... the deliberation begins. The Great General Shakkid has the word.

    Shakkid: Thanks Great Minister. Council, we face quite a simple question. What do we want to be? The hunters or the runners. At this point it seems clear to me that the Klingons are the hunters in this fight.

    Layin: What are you suggesting? That we sell ourselves to the Klingons because you're afraid of them?

    Shakkid: It doesn't matter what I suggest, what matters is what we've seen so far in the advance of the Klingon fleet and what we want for our people.

    Layin: I can't believe you're asking us to let the Klingons invade us to ask for their mercy. We've made great advances and ...

    Shakkid: ...and it's been great while it lasted, but we must face that the Klingons will be here in a month or two and the Federation didn't seem to have anything that could stop them. They've loosed one fight after another, only winning small skirmishes.

    Layin: And what about the battle of Perseus IV, they kicked their butts out of the system.

    Shakkid: And they're kicked back two weeks later.

    Ka'reen: Stop this!! Great General Shakkid, expose your thoughts and suggestion on what we must do.

    Shakkid: Allright Great Minister. I've checked the reports since they started their movements behind the Romulan Star Empire towards Federation territory, revised the battles and the last reports on Federation fleet deployment and intel reports. My conclusion, in ten years I'm not sure that the Federation still exists. Only if they're preparing something so secret that they even hide it from us, what will say a lot of who they're confident with, there's only one decision that we must take and that's to contact the Klingons and offer ourselves to be their allies.

    Layin: :: whispering :: Better say subjugates.

    :: Shakkid made a glance to Layin but said nothing. Rashuu was observant on how they defied themselves and found that the political conflicts could be as intense as the adulthood hunt. It's time for Layin to talk ::

    Ka'reen: Minister Layin, you have the word.

    Layin: Thanks Great Minister. Despite the catastrophic propaganda the Great General had presented to us I believe we'll do good in staying with the Federation. We've a treaty signed that it's not just for the good times when all is sweet. I think that the General fears to loose a battle or even the war and that's why he didn't even try. That's his compromise with the Federation and with all of Lyaksti'kton people.

    Shakkid: How you dare!!! :: Raising and putting his hand on the knife in his belt. The council held his breath but Layin didn't step back ::

    Layin: I dare 'cause I don't want to loose our believes and traditions in favor of the Klingons ones. I've been in many Federation planets and in the Federation Council and I know that they won't surrender themselves to the Klingons just 'cause they're affraid and by the same reason they won't leave us alones and even if the Klingons get to our planet and subjugate us, they'll do all they can to fight them off. It's for this spirit that we must hold, because unity is strength.

    :: There were rumor between the presents in the council, showing the the opinions were divided between the two of them. While the Great General was really appreciated by many ministers, Layin had made herself a place in the council and showed everyone that she doesn't speak without profound knowledge of what she's speaking and she usually was right in their assessments. Rashuu was more of the woman's thoughts, however he felt a great respect for the Great General Shakkid as he'd served under him in his younger time in the military. ::

    Ka'reen: Both sides had been listened, the council ministers will retire to deliberate and tomorrow a decision will be made. Pray that we take the right decision.

    :: With a hit of the gong the council was dismissed and everyone left it talking among each others. Shakkid passed near him and made a gesture for Rashuu to follow him. ::

    Shakkid: Rashuu, you use to be honest even saying things that we don't want to hear. I want you to tell me if you're convinced by the evidences I've brought.

    Rashuu: Sir, your tactical reports are undeniable and in a way I think you're right in your assessment...

    Shakkid: :: Looking at the thoughtful officer :: But?

    Rashuu: But, I believe that we've been so many time with the Federation to leave them this way. The citizens will find it very difficult to accept if we join the Klingons. Plus we have no guarantee that they'll treat us as equals.

    Shakkid: They value strength and loyalty. If we show them our pride and abilities they'll test our loyalty and treat us well.

    Rashuu: But they value honor too...

    Shakkid: And..?

    Rashuu: How honorable could be someone that betrays their comrades when they see the enemy at doors? Even if done to save the own planet.

    :: Shakkid looked at the young officer inquisitively, Rashuu couldn't but lower the gaze as he spoke ::

    Rashuu: From what I know of the Klingons that's my view, but of course I could be wrong. If you excuse me Great General...

    :: Shakkid waved his hand at him and he moved out of his view. Once alone in the street he took a deep breath and sighed. He took a transport to his house where his wife was taking care of his two year old daughter. ::

    (Rashuu's house )

    :: When he entered the door the little Mareesh yelled to her dad who smiling took her up and embraced her, then kneeled ant put her on his back and walked around the room almost jumping and she grabbing to his neck. This way they moved to where Li'Kashee was and he hissed to her who grabbed the little reptilian child. Rashuu get on his feet and shared what could be described as a kiss as their tongues barely touched rounding each other in the air as the little one jiggled a little. ::

    Li'Kashee: Hi love. How it was?

    Rashuu: I can't tell,.. Shakkid had strong arguments that suggest that if we resist we'll fail and Layin hold strong on the Federation foundations and all we get in our alliance with them.

    Li'Kashee: So, the decision is not made yet.

    Rashuu: No, they've adjourned it until tomorrow to deliberate. Certainly it's a difficult question Resist and probably die or to cede and hope for their mercy

    Li'Kashee: Klingons are not famour for their merciness

    Rashuu: True, Shakkid is confident that we can show them strength and that they want our loyalty to become stronger. I don't know, maybe he's right and the Klingons will see that we're not like the human mammals but it's also possible that in the Starfleet headquarters they're getting something to counter the Klingon power.

    Li'Kashee: That's what I want to hear. I used to respect them as warriors, but things look different when you're facing them, plus they've acted merciless even with less evolved species. What honor is in that?

    Rashuu: :: He noticed the little Mareesh looking at them strangely :: Enough from work, let's see what this little lizard has learned today!

    :: All moved to the main room of the house and played with their daughter that was progressing in her development. ::

    ( Next morning )

    :: Rashuu has been most of the night asleep in the couch with his wife sleeping and their daughter next to them. He'd been looking at her and imagining how she'll grow when she'll pass to adulthood, she'll find a good job and in years a mate. He imagined all kinds of mates that pleased him and some that didn't pleased him at all, but she's happy and that's what counted the most. However in the middle of his daydreaming the roar of the Klingons appeared changing all that future. She worked as technician repairing battle ships and she produced new labor pool every two years to keep the high militaristic level. It's with that image that he's asked permission to the Great minister to address to the council before it makes it's decision and he's told that it's granted. As the session started silence was made by Great Minister Ka'reen and he's allowed to proceed. Rashuu walked firmly to the guests balcony where he had a look of al the council members. He felt it over him as a great weight that was threatening to crush his body at any second, but taking a deep breath he started to speak.::

    Rashuu: Thank you Great Minister. Honorable members of this council. I have not the knowledge you have or the experience to decide on those matters. However I'd like to say what crossed my mind this night about our options ahead. You know what... the only thing I could think was my daughter. What'll be her future? In one she chossed her path, her career and even her mate and was happy for all that. the other one I think was one of work and nurture of needed childs to support the war. I .... I couldn't say that she's not happy with that one,... she's just used to it. Maybe I'm wrong but with your decision you may be choosing what of those futures we'll face. I know that there's a third one mentioned before, one that no one wants to think about extinction. However if you think of what we could gain you must think if it's good enough for us to fight for it and if it is we should do it. On the other side, if you think that the future we could gain by fighting them is not as good as to do it, then maybe we do not deserve it and it's our time to fade out. Now, I just hope that your decision is the correct one and that we could live the future I dreamed for.

    :: Rashuu stood there for a second and no one said a word, then in silence abandoned the guests balcony and remained in the same place he's the day before. A rumor spread on the council but low enough for him not hear anything concrete. ::

    Ka'reen: It's indeed a thought speech, one to consider so I'm glad to have granted you the word in this council. Now it's time for voting, you have 30 seconds.

    :: The clock tics and Rashuu heard them each time with more intensity until the gong sounded indicating the end of the voting. The future was decided and it's remained it to appear on the screen above the head of the Great minister Ka'reen that looked intensely on his own display. Finally with a deep breath she raised from her chair and stood in front of the council ::

    Ka'reen: The decision has been made, the council has spoken. By the decision of this council....

    END

  14. WHAT WE SHOULD DO

    :: Rashuu was in the Lyaksti'kton council chamber ready to hear the deliberations of the supreme judges on what to do with the situation. The Klingon empire have been raising their forces the last years. Their alliance with the romulans the past decade had made a push on the northern federation territory with the aid of the Vulcan cousins. Before that the Klingons had occupied Beta quadrant systems of the Federation while just holding the frontier of the Alpha side.::

    ::Despite their tactical knowledge the Zakdorn fell unable to resist the astounding Klingon fleets. The Romulans had been really silent not even trying to brake through the Neutral Zone and that was something that the Federation and his own government were worried as they're like a Fox Hound preparing to jump over it's prey. The Federation was becoming the prey and that was something that Saurians didn't like at all.::

    Ka'reen: Silence... the deliberation begins. The Great General Shakkid has the word.

    Shakkid: Thanks Great Minister. Council, we face quite a simple question. What do we want to be? The hunters or the runners. At this point it seems clear to me that the Klingons are the hunters in this fight.

    Layin: What are you suggesting? That we sell ourselves to the Klingons because you're afraid of them?

    Shakkid: It doesn't matter what I suggest, what matters is what we've seen so far in the advance of the Klingon fleet and what we want for our people.

    Layin: I can't believe you're asking us to let the Klingons invade us to ask for their mercy. We've made great advances and

    Shakkid: ...and it's been great while it lasted, but we must face that the Klingons will be here in a month or two and the Federation didn't seem to have anything that could stop them. They've loosed one fight after another, only winning small skirmishes.

    Layin: And what about the battle of Perseus IV, they kicked their butts out of the system.

    Shakkid: And they're kicked back two weeks later.

    Ka'reen: Stop this!! Great General Shakkid, expose your thoughts and suggestion on what we must do.

    Shakkid: Allright Great Minister. I've checked the reports since they started their movements behind the Romulan Star Empire towards Federation territory, revised the battles and the last reports on Federation fleet deployment and intel reports. My conclusion, in ten years I'm not sure that the Federation still exists. Only if they're preparing something so secret that they even hide it from us, what will say a lot of who they're confident with, there's only one decision that we must take and that's to contact the Klingons and offer ourselves to be their allies.

    Layin: :: whispering :: Better say subjugates.

    :: Shakkid made a glance to Layin but said nothing. Rashuu was observant on how they defied themselves and found that the political conflicts could be as intenses as the adulthood hunt. It's time for Layin to talk ::

    Ka'reen: Minister Layin, you have the word.

    Layin: Thanks Great Minister. Despite the catastrophic propaganda the Great General had presented to us I believe we'll do good in staying with the Federation. We've a treaty signed that it's not just for the good times when all is sweet. I think that the General fears to loose a battle or even the war and that's why he didn't even try. That's his compromise with the Federation and with all of Lyaksti'kton people.

    Shakkid: How you dare!!! :: Raising and putting his hand on the knife in his belt. The council held his breath but Layin didn't step back ::

    Layin: I dare 'cause I don't want to loose our believes and traditions in favor of the Klingons ones. I've been in many Federation planets and in the Federation Council and I know that they won't surrender themselves to the Klingons just 'cause they're affraid and by the same reason they won't leave us alones and even if the Klingons get to our planet and subjugate us, they'll do all they can to fight them off. It's for this spirit that we must hold, because unity is strength.

    :: There were rumor between the presents in the council, showing the the opinions were divided between the two of them. While the Great General was really appreciated by many ministers, Layin had made herself a place in the council and showed everyone that she doesn't speak without profound knowledge of what she's speaking and she usually was right in their assessments. Rashuu was more of the woman's thoughts, however he felt a great respect for the Great General Shakkid as he'd served under him in his younger time in the military. ::

    Ka'reen: Both sides had been listened, the council ministers will retire to deliberate and tomorrow a decision will be made. Pray that we take the right decision.

    :: With a hit of the gong the council was dismissed and everyone left it talking among each others. Shakkid passed near him and made a gesture for Rashuu to follow him. ::

    Shakkid: Rashuu, you use to be honest even saying things that we don't want to hear. I want you to tell me if you're convinced by the evidences I've brought.

    Rashuu: Sir, your tactical reports are undeniable and in a way I think you're right in your assessment...

    Shakkid: :: Looking at the pensative officer :: But?

    Rashuu: But, I believe that we've been so many time with the Federation to leave them this way. The citizens will find it very difficult to accept if we join the Klingons.

  15. Hmm- I went to vote, but apparently it's a public poll? I thought the polls were all meant to be private...

    I don't mind people knowing that I voted for "Union". :) I mean, a photoshopped copy of KANYE WEST supports it. If that's not endorsement enough, I don't know what is!

    From what I know the votes are private, the only thing that it's public is the count of votes to each submission but it doesn't appear who voted what. At least that's what I know.

    Lt. Cmdr. Marcus Dickens

    CSO / Second Officer

    USS CHALLENGER

    NCC-12886-A

  16. (( Conference Room - USS Tiger ))

    ::Prox had a strange need not to be even a moment late for a briefing, so they were literally running through the ship..and arrived among the first. Marcus was involved with an officer Vojana didn't know, and since Prox left her to get a PaDD and write something down she sat at the table where she wrongly thought is a backplace.::

    Ventu: I'm sorry I never got a chance to speak with you about the department, Doctor. But at this point, it looks like it's a moot point.

    Satscher: Oh, don't worry. We'll have time to talk about department , Doctor.

    Ventu: ::with a smile:: You know, you're the only one who does that.

    Satscher: What do you mean?

    Ventu: Calls me "doctor." Everyone else seems to forget that counselors are medical officers to, and this counselor ::pointing to herself:: ... or ex-counselor, anyway ... holds a doctorate. I kind of like the anonymity, but ... it's appreciated, what you do. Thank you.

    Satscher: It’s actually strange, you know. I caught myself often avoiding ranks and call people I don’t know well Mr. and Mrs., and actually calling you Doctor is a same thing.

    Ventu: So, have you met Doctor Prox?

    Satscher: Yes, we met after the briefing aboard Independence.

    Ventu: What do you think of him?

    Satscher: Interesting person, with an urge to talk, to say things about himself, and to learn about people, but at the same time to hide things and fear hearing what may be secret. You know him?

    Ventu: Yes, we were together on the Triumphant during some ... interesting times.

    Satscher: May I inquire about it? Interesting times, I mean!

    Ventu: Sure. It started when we received an order to check out the FTU for some possible trading opportunities....

    :: But Sidney entered at that moment, and Lily trailed off. ::

    Ventu: Maybe later?

    Satscher: I hold you on that!

    :: Sidney began to speak.::

    Riley: Welcome to the Tiger everyone. I am very happy to have the best crew in the fleet.

    Riley: Each of you is here because of your specialties and your abilities. And I am looking forward to working with and getting to know each of you. As well as this wonderful ship of ours. She is old, she is small, but newer and bigger is not always better. She has history and she has heart and she's ours.

    Now to the tasks at hand...Admiral Anassasi announced our duty roster, but I have the department

    head positions for our first mission as promised.

    LtCmdr. Thomas you are our Chief Engineer. Lt. Dickens you will be our Chief Tactical Officer, Ltjg. Long will be placed as our Chief of Security, Lt. Clack Chief of Science and Ltjg. Prox will be our CMO.

    oOWhat, why. I don't understand.Oo ::Vojana was too surprised to react, and captain continued as fast she didn't even had a chance.::

    As you all know we are headed to a planet near the Constellationite system of Snow-on-the-Hilltop to answer a distress call. The planet's name is Klakkr's Drift and it's leader is Raja Ul'tien. Two and a half hours ago the system was attacked by a vessel....

    ::Sidney tapped a few buttons and the image focused in on a black ship, twisted and ominous. The ship appeared to be retreating back to a station just as eerie looking as the ship.::

    The ship appears to be headed for this station. However, we're concerned about the ship because it

    appears to be a predecessor of ship that was encountered by the Ursa Major almost a year ago.

    ::Pausing her gaze fell over the crew and she wondered what they were thinking. She raised an eyebrow and gave the room a quizzical look.::

    Riley: It has been speculated the ship is a Reaper ship, but one somehow different from those we've encountered before...

    Anyone: RESPONSES

    Riley: Knowing the Ursa Major encountered a similar ship before, can anyone offer additional insight to what we might encounter when we arrive?

    Thomas/Prox/Long/Clack: RESPONSES

    Riley: I want to be prepared when we arrive in the system for anything...LtCmdr. Thomas and Lt. Salak, I would like the two of you to work together in engineering. The Tiger is an old ship, she has quirks, she has personality...I want to know everything about her before we get there...::Sidney paused she knew her request wasn't humanly possible, but she wanted to see what their responses would be.:: I want engineering to follow every circuit and every wire, make sure she's ready...

    Thomas/Salak: RESPONSES

    Riley: Lt. Dickens, Lt. Clack and Ltjg. Long I would like you to find out anything you can about that ship...::She indicated the black twisted thing on the screen.:: Research the Ursa Major logs and see what comparisons you can make between the ship they encountered and this one. See if you can analyze the tape of the ship and determine their defensive capabilities based on the design. I want to know them before we encounter them....

    Dickens: Aye captain.

    Clack: Response

    Long: Will do, Commander Riley.

    Riley: Ltjg. Sharpe and Ensign Sudra, investigate the planet and Raja Ul'tien. Go over the records the Constellationites forwarded to us and find out what exactly we're getting in to here. Develop a tactical plan based on your findings.

    Somers: Yes Captain, two, one is on topic, the other off topic

    ::Sidney turned her attention from the Denebian Ensign to another Ensign seated at the table. She nodded for her to continue.::

    Somers: The one on topic, thinking from a Tactical view, do we actually know its combat capabilities and defences, what speeds can it do and how much damage we could suffer should this turn into a

    fight?

    :: Dickens looked at Sommers and understood why the department was so well managed while his absence in the Independence.::

    Riley: Starfleet has been able to determine the unknown vessel is comparable to our Steamrunner-Wolverine class ship, both defensively and size-wise. Hence the reason we have the Tiger. Of course I

    don't want this to make us complacent...

    Anyone: RESPONSE

    Riley: Dr. Prox and Dr. Satscher, I want a complete diagnostic of sickbay. Check with Lieutenant Sharpe and Ensign Sudra to find out more about the system and its inhabitants. Are there any special needs the Constellationites will have medically? Make sure we have the supplies we need and a triage set up in case we need it.

    Satscher: After a fast inspection I can only say that we're in for a healthy amount of the frontier medicine, since we have three biobeds and ONE operation room. It is good for our professional growth and education, but not for patients if anything serious hit us. But good news is we're equipped with huge amount of raw biomaterial, so if need arise we'll be able to find out how much pressure can our replicators withhold.

    Prox: RESPONSE

    Riley: Are there any questions?

    ::At the moment something in a report on Constellationites Vojana opened few minutes ago cought her attention.::

    oOGorn eggs, fertilized. THEY CAN DO THAT. But of course, and they have cloaking device. But why would, no it just don't have sense. Or maybe do, they are separated. Two fractions. And those Grendellai, they are strange.... devil's hunters.Oo

    ((reminder))

    Satscher: Well. As she said, there is no time to waste. =/\= Computer do we have in our database Gorn female and male child definitions? =/\=

    Computer: =/\= No, nobody ever saw any of their hatchlings. =/\=

    Satscher: Hatchlings,::that expression was so strange it stunned her for a moment.:: =/\=Computer, do we have any hatchlings even a bit similar in our database? =/\=

    Computer: =/\=We have several.. =/\=

    Satscher: =/\=Extrapolate, and give me time until Gorn dinner. =/\=

    Computer: =/\=Extrapolate from what parameters. Time is -28:17. =/\=

    Satscher: What parameters? =/\= Computer, extrapolate from all of them. Use every and all changes that occur for all males of all the species you have in a database, than use it on Gorn males, connecting it with readings we have on matured males than all the way through to the unfertilized eggs. Than repeat all that for females of the species. =/\=

    Computer: =/\= Extrapolating. =/\= ::Heavy silence fell on a room. Vojana looked at the engineer by her side and by the look on his face she knew he is fully aware how important is the link they miss. When after less than a minute computer continued they both exhaled heavily.::

    Computer: =/\= Male child should look like this. =/\= :: Holoprojection looked more like a crocodile than a biped, but face was Gorn in the essence, and muscular tonus seemed correct. Watching it passed another minute, and computer announced female Gorn child to be extrapolated, too. Girl was just a bit less masculine, but looked almost the same as a boy.::

    Satscher: =/\= Computer, keep both holos active. =/\= Now we have to bring to life this dead hatchlings.

    Brice: RESPONSE

    Satscher: We have readings on the unfertilized Gorn eggs, we have everything on a grown species, both male and female. Also as accurate as possible, hatchlings. Now we have to get all that in a prenatal concoction we created and reprogrammed here, as a basic parameters. Can you do that?

    Brice: RESPONSE

    Satscher: In the meantime I’ll divide all the different readings we have on the fertilized eggs. Then we’ll see what is it we have here! =/\= Commander Maria, I was told you continued the work on eggs, did you managed to get exact time of fertilization for eggs we have, and times of death? =/\=

    Maria: =/\=Yes I have it for most of them. =/\=

    Satscher: =/\=Send everything you have to my PaDD, please. =/\=

    Brice: Here you go, the data Commander sent.

    Satscher: Thank you, Lt. Brice. Now let’s try with egg 1012, by the manifest it is 38 hours 5 minutes and 33 seconds old, fertilized 32 hours 27 minutes 32 seconds ago, and baby died 16 hours 22 minutes and 19 seconds ago. Let’s see what would hatch if that didn’t happen.

    ::Silence was even thicker than few minutes ago when computer was extrapolating Gorn babies. Vojana felt a pressure in her chest that choked her. This was answer that could start a war, or end it before it started….. if everything she knew led her to right conclusion. And finally hologram appeared in front of two.::

    Brice: What is THAT?

    Satscher: =/\= Captain Mar, Lt. Cmdr. Walker, please report to Medical Science Two. I have something here you just have to see…. =/\=

    ((end of memory))

    Ventu: RESPONSE

    Riley: Any more questions?

    Satscher: Few hundred, maybe a bit less. Let's start with – during a mission while I was onboard Ronin we were sent to check some sensor buoys along the Gorn border. There we got in between FTU convoy and an angry Gorn captain. We managed to expose the evil scheme of the unidentified hostile aliens and explained the situation to the Gorn, so resolved matter peacefully.

    ::She paused to give everyone just enough time to return to their seats.::

    Satscher: My research on fertilized Gorn eggs, with finding of unidentifiable cloaked vessel running away, saved the day. So here are two things I found in our database. One is that Constellationites prize Gorn eggs, fertilized or not, as a delicacy. And second, they are capable of fertilizing Gorn eggs.

    Anyone/everyone: RESPONSE

    Satscher: Questions: Ok, for one. Here in a record stand that they are somewhat separated. With which fraction is this Snow-on-the-Hilltop? With GoldenNectar or the Star Lord and One Kingdom? I mean this GoldenNectar, they can fertilize, and the rest of One Kingdom want them back into the unity.

    Anyone/everyone: RESPONSE

    Satscher: That was my first thought, but it don’t make sense. None of them would have any reason to start a war between Gorn and other side.

    Anyone/everyone: RESPONSE

    Satscher: Hey, don’t ask me. I said I have questions, not answers. And what bothers me the most is…

    Anyone/everyone: RESPONSE

    Satscher: Do we know when that first attach happened? Was it before or after Ronin’s border mission?

    TAG/TBC

    Lieutenant Vojana Minerva Satscher

    CMO

    USS Independence – A

  17. Just to know, my post of the last writting challenge was accepted as complete? as I can't modify the heart icon and writted it complete as a reply to the incomplete, I don't know if it was accepted or not. It's right that I can't edit my post and had to rewrite it all?

    Lt. Marcus Dickens

    CSO

    USS INDEPENDENCE-A

  18. :: It was a dark morning, like the others despite the nearby star. Gamma shift was about to start and Kobin, the young Ferengi ensign was about to be late because the beautiful Orion woman that has kept him awake all the evening and her hands rubbing his tender ears. Everyone was in the room when the Chief Engineer received him ::

    Telson: Ok, now that everyone's here, that's what's needed to be done.

    :: Telson was a Human in his thirties that gave him a maintenance task in lower decks of the station::

    Robin: oO Great Oo :: He thought in despair :: oO Again checking suport systems and all the fun for the others Oo

    :: Regretting his fate, he took his tools and headed for the Jefferies tubes and arrived to the lower sections were he started the work, but soon felt so tired and leaning on the floor, fell asleep. He awake surprised and looked at the time. It's 05:00 so he realized he hadn't time to finish the job and thought that he could finish it the next day and didn't want Telson scolding him. In the meeting, he told that the job was done as he by-passed the diagnostics systems. only a Level II diagnosis will reveal the problem ::

    ( Next evening )

    :: The thay has been moved and the base has used most of It's personnel repairing three ships that had arrived with damages after a Jem Haddar attack on a nearby system. In the meeting, Telson assigned him and Baruki, a Bolian woman, to repair the lower support energy systems. He didn't like it as he won't be free to do the other repair. They divided the sections were they'll work to finish everything within the shift ::

    Robin: oO Great. If we finish this quick I can do the other Oo Ok, you take this half and I'll look the other. We'll meet in the other side. If not, continue until finding the other.

    Baruki: Ok, It'll be great if we do this on this shift.

    Robin: Yes. Let's get to work and surprise Telson.

    :: Robin started the work, trying to do it as quickly as he could but realized he would not have time to finish the previous repair. Then he thought he'd seen movement in the adjacent intersection, but the dimm lights prevented a clear sight ::

    Robin: Stop wandering and work

    :: When he moved to the next section, the beautiful Orion woman was there, resting on the wall, provocative, as always ::

    Til'lan: So, you're hiding here!

    Robin: What are you doing here?

    Til'lan: What do you think? Looking for you. You didn't come today!

    Robin: I was resting, Last night I was so tired that... :: He thought that it'll be unwise to tell her what happened:: It's just taht I have a lot of work to do.

    Til'lan: WHAT!!? You're tearing me aside with that excuse?

    :: She started to sob and Robin felt bad for hurting her. Despite the Ferengi teachings he'd sought to not be the Ferengi Archetype and 'cause of this, he joined starfleet remaining far from home and family. He had few contact with his parents and the chance of loosing someone he cares and who cares for him made fear appear in his heart::

    Robin: Don't be sad, please. I don't want to hurt you. What about an early breakfast, or a late snack. As soon as I finish with this, I'll call you. Ok?

    Til'lan: :: Still sobbing, but less :: You promised.

    :: He smiled and hugged here who answered with a long deep kiss while caressing his ear lobes. Robin felt the pleasure inherent to Ferengi ears thhat continued when she left him. Of course when Robin finished the job he hadn't time to do the other one so he went to his date with Til'lan still thinking of it.

    (( One month later ))

    :: Despite that they haven't spent a night together, Robin's relationship with Til'lan was progressing but she wanted to keep it secrete. She said It's becaucse of his father's hate for Ferengis. However, she asked him to leave his work to be with her and other similar requests that Robin refused . She also regarded about the Starfleet policies and feelings towards Ferengis and Orions due their past actions. Sometimes she even talked about some Orions she knew that made treaties with Ferenginar, not totally legal, and that they'll offer them work if they ever get tired of Starfleet. Robin complied about her, saying those things and she begged his pardon adn silence of what she said. He did, for the love they shared ::

    :: One day he was finally promoted to Lt.Jg. as he'd been succesful hidding his errors and what he'd left for the other day due the continous interferences of Til'lan surprising him while working alone to just spend time togehter. He was so joyful that the Chief allowed him to go one hour earlieer. He wanted to surprise Til'lan so he looked for her and as Orion it wasn't difficult to find her biosigns with his new rank acces. He headed for her location and found her walking to an almost abandoned cargo bay. Then he hides to surprise her when she suddenly unfolded her arm and put it on the acces panel. Then a sign brighted in the arm, a red circle with a black number inside. When she entered, he approached the door and thanks to his ears he could hear her inside ::

    Til'lan: ... report on subject 01285-F

    Unkown voice: Ok, what's your conclusion?

    Til'lan: The subject is clean, despite the easy way he can be manipulated he'd shown no signs of what we're looking for.

    Unknown: Ok. Then you can finish this asset for your next assignement. Look that he didn't look for your true self and proceed to location GA 21 F. There you'll receive new instructions.

    Til'lan: Acknowledge.

    :: Robin moved to the side of the door still unbelieving what he'd heard. Who she was, was the main question in his head when she exited and looked at him surprised. Then she holds her arms while he grabbed her and pushed her inside making her fall ::

    Robin: Who are you? .:: Anger and rage came together and he grabbed a tube from the floor:: You played with me. Why?

    :: Before he could even approach to her, he was blinded by two lights coming from behind a wall. They were dressed in black suits covering faces too and have red two red strips on the arms. When Robin could see, two phasers were aiming at him. Til'lan stood up and his face changed to one of confidence and worry ::

    Til'lan: Ok, now we have a problem. I could tell you the truth and you'll never speak of this, or... you'll have to dissapear for the rest of the universe.

    Robin: What?

    Til'lan: All you need to know is that this is something from Section 31. I didn't meant to hurt you, but it's my job. We suspected a filtration previous to an attack on this station and you seemed a good candidate to be the traitor.

    :: Finally Robin had to agree and keep silence, but under the cover menace that anyone could be from Section 31 and that speaking will result in something bad for him. Three months later, Robint quit starfleet and returned home with his fathers ::

    Lieutenant Marcus Dickesn

    Chief Science Officer

    USS INDEPENDENCE-A

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