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  1. A massive well done and congratulations to you all!! It has been my absolute pleasure writing and working alongside you all over the past 12 months. You are what makes this community such an incredible place, with your talent, enthusiasm and hard work! Thank you to you all :D

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  2. @Lephi I genuinely laughed at Lephi's reaction to Brex!!

    ((Security Director’s Office, Mephinii Spaceport, Illara Prime, Par’Tha Expanse))

    Ganarvuss: Captain Logan, I’d like to take Ensign Yalu or Lephi with me to talk to the suspects.

    Logan: ?

    Lephi paused for a brief second, considering her situation as she stood on the balls of her feet reflexively, trying not to look too eager. She was weighing the pros and cons methodically in her head trying to figure out where she would be most helpful.

    Lephi: All due respect to Ensign Yalu, I truly feel I would be better suited to come along. I've been thinking about it and although my hand to hand combat is rusty, my diplomacy is a strong point.

    Ganarvuss: Is that so?

    Lephi was almost certain that there had been some disbelief in the tone from Ganarvuss, but decided that it wasn't worth making a scene with the Ensign over. Besides, she reasoned that Ganarvuss' hesitation was likely based on lack of knowledge rather than malice. 

    Lephi: I might be an engineer in Starfleet, but I've brokered many deals in my short life, and you can't do that unless you're good with your words and reading people. 

    Logan: Response 

    Yalu:  I’m happy to go wherever I am needed, Ensign Ganarvuss.  If you’d like someone to stay behind and work with Dr. Nidhar’s team, I can do that.  But if you think I could be of use elsewhere, I mean, not that staying here wouldn’t be useful, I just... 

    Brex: ::inclines his head and turns to Ganarvuss:: With all respect, Ensign, I agree with your Ensign Lephi. His shrewdness might be beneficial. ::pauses:: Also, as I stated to your other officer, I feel I would be of more use with the interview process. Dr. Nidhar has the situation well in hand here and your doctor could be beneficial to her investigation here since he’s the one who discovered the thoron radiation. 

    Lephi turned and shot the Representative a hard glance. 

    oO His shrewdness? His?! Oo 

    Lephi was fuming. She instinctively reached up, gently feeling around her ears. She always had been self conscious about their size. Typical Ferengi females had lobes that were much smaller.

    She stifled a growing urge to unleash a verbal lashing on this Freeworlder. No, this needed to be handled professionally. She couldn't end up in the brig on her first mission.

    Lephi: ::speaking through thinly veiled irritation:: Thank you for that ringing endorsement, Representative.

    Ganarvuss: Alright, then. You’re hired, Lephi. Dr. Yalu, I agree with Brex on this. Your insights could be most helpful to the forensics team. 

    Lephi felt herself tip ever so slightly as she adjusted, allowing both feet to once again be firmly and flatly on the ground. Now it was time to shine. Although she was great at computer languages, her favourite language remained negotiation. 

    Lephi: ::not taking her eyes off of Brex::  Thank you, Ensign, an interrogation is just an intense negotiation, after all. On Ferenginar we just call that an average Tuesday afternoon. You'll get your answers.

    She hoped she didn't sound too intense in her reply, with her emotions on a roller coaster she struggled to filter her tone. Moderately worried that she was tanking her Starfleet career before it ever got off the ground, she turned her gaze back to Ganarvuss and added in an attempt to be less intense 

    Lephi: Thank you, Ensign Ganarvuss. I hope we make a good team. I look forward to working alongside your very capable self.

    oO Rule of Acquisition number 33, it never hurts to suck up to the boss! Oo 

    She thought to herself with a wry chuckle, a faint smile turning the corners of her lips upwards slightly.

    Yalu: Understood

    Logan: Response

    Brex: ::nods:: Of course. ::smiles:: It is your decision. I will help however I’m needed.

    Ganarvuss: You made a good point earlier, Representative. I think it would go a long way to have you with us when we interview the suspects. 

    Lephi: oO Oh this is just perfect. Oo ::deadpan:: It'll be great to have you along Representative.

    Brex: Response 

    Logan: Response 

    Nidhar: ::pauses:: I wouldn’t mind the extra hand. 

    Lephi was impressed with how quickly Ganarvuss was able to take control of the situation and get things done. She filed that away as a mental note. She reasoned Ganarvuss might make a good ally to have.

    Ganarvuss: You got it, Doctor. Representative, Lephi: Let’s go.

    Logan/Nidhar: Response

    Lephi: I'm on your six.

    Brex: ?

    Ilana led the way out of the office and Lephi followed closely behind. They hadn't made it very far before Lephi was forced to stop on short notice, almost running into Ganarvuss who was turning back to face them.

    Ganarvuss: I imagine the place to start looking would be the main conference center.

    Lephi: Seems like the best starting point, I agree. I know it's not my place, but if I may, perhaps we should split up to try and cover more ground? It is time sensitive after all.

    She was determined to put some distance between herself and the thoughtless representative. Of course he'd think she was a male! She was good at being Ferengi! Lephi wondered how he'd feel if she were to make some broad assumption about his species.

    Brex: ?

    Ganarvuss: That makes sense.

    Lephi: Alright, I have my orders, I will accomplish them.

    Lephi knew she sounded a bit distant and cold, but she hoped that her colleagues would attribute that to readying for the task at hand and not that her feelings were hurt.

    Ganarvuss: Response

    Brex: ?


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    Ensign Lephi
    Engineering Officer
    USS Atlantis NCC-74682
    A239706L10

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  3. ((Beta Quadrant, Par'tha Expanse, USS Atlantis, Level 9B, Science Lab 11, House Larkon Space, Paldor System, Mining Asteroid Belt))


    Pulling his hand out of the caved in and shattered helmet Kurt looked up to the only other person making any noise in the Lab, the sobbing of the Lavender haired, scared Nurse. The sight would have been enough to break the heart of anyone, for Kurt the fury sitting in him dissolved away to nothing. 


    Standing up he moved slowly towards the frozen Antosian.


    Logan::Quitely:: Avea...


    Shouting wasnt going to help she looked to much in shock for it to do anything but cause even more panic.


    Logan: Wyla... its ok


    She stood there with her legs lightly shaking her sobbing loud and deep, the terror of the last few minutes flaring behind her eyes. At first the Antosian didn't answer or move, her gaze was unfocused staring off across the Science Lab.


    Logan oO Definitely shock.. Oo


    Avae: N..no..it's not...I'm..scared..so ..scared...


    Logan: No ::Smiling:: No your safe, they are no longer a threat to you.


    Avae: ::She slowly looked to the lifeless body of the holographic intruder:: I..can't...stop..shaking...


    Logan: They cant hurt you... I'm here


    Kurt held his arm out to her as he inched closer, eventually she looked up at him, meeting his gaze with her own red shot eyes. Heavy trails from her tears streaked over her cheeks, no make up coloured those trails, which from what Kurt had been told was something that all women were thankful for. Despite now looking at him her hands still trightly gripped the strap of her Medkit.


    Logan: I'm here........you're safe.


    Slowly releasing her grip on the medkit she reached barely touching Kurts hand before lunging at him, wrapping her arms around his chest. Hugging him as tightly before breaking  down, her legs gave way collapsing her against him, her subtle perfume surrounding him.


    Avae: Kurt...stars...thank you....I thought I was going to die...::She broke down crying openly and shivering against him:: 


    Logan: Ssshhhhh….. Its ok, you didn't 


    Avae: I wish...::sobs:: I wasn't.... ::sobs:: s... so..weak.. ::sobs:: 


    Logan: Your not 


    Avae: I...I am! ::She openly cried against his chest. Her fingers tightly gripping his armor as if she were about to fall off a cliff:: I.I...they're...not...even real...and I can't...handle...it..


    Logan oO Not real … what is she talking about .Oo


    Despite the urgency of being boarded and not needing to be holed up in a Science lab when all hell was breaking loose. One other thing he had learned both from the hard way and from others that had been equally tested was, the husbandry of resources. The ship would always need Medical staff and there was a good one in front of him, getting her back in the 'Fight' as it were was in it's way far more important than getting his Rifle back in the action.


    That and despite anything else that may have been happening he couldn't leave her like this,  no matter what. 


    Logan: Your hardly weak, back home my teacher asked me what did I want to be. And i told him that I want to be the best, not good or great but the best. He looked at me straight in the eye and told me that if I wanted to be the best then I needed to learn how to heal. Because only when I knew that would I be what I wanted because there the best of us. Not those of us that shoot things but those who put us back together again, and I know that first hand.


    She slowly stood herself upright slightly away from him her hair a complete mess of escaping strands, the medkit still slung over her shoulder, but resting up against her back.


    Avae: Thank..thank you...I know you're...just doing your job...but I'm sorry...you had to come rescue someone you hate. ::She stared down at her hands, which still clung to him as if refusing to let him go:: 


    Logan: Hate you ?


    The Beautiful Antosian glanced down at the Breen behind him, as she did her face crumpled tears flowing one more.


    In one respect the irony of this bit hard , all this time he had tried to keep her from such pain yet here she was having it all the same.


    Avae: I hate...being so weak....


    A small sigh escaped him full of sadness at feelings the Lavender haired Nurse was having as she gripped tightly to his armoured vest.


    Logan: Wyla….


    Once again she failed to move as he used her name, brushing hair from her face Kurt then slipped a finger under her chin and lifted her head up till they were eye to eye again.


    Logan: What is there to hate about you..why do you think I hate you ?


    Avae: Response 


    Logan:: Shaking his head slowly:: Its not hate Wyla … I've been protecting you since we first met. 


    Taking a deep breath he steadying the voice in his head that wanted to speak, now was not the time there never would be the time for that. No despite any personal feelings he must look at the best course for the Ship and its crew only, they were what mattered the only things that did.


    Covering her hands with his, for a second he marveled at the smoothness of her skin.


    Logan: I thought Solana may have talked to you but this is my life ::Looking briefly at the Breen still laying by the door:: That will be me at some point in time, an hour from now, tonight, tomorrow morning two days from now. I don't know but one day it will be, and I've been protecting you from that.


    Avae: Response


    Logan: I've seen what it can do to people waiting for that day to come, or dealing with it when it does. And that's not what you need in your future, and I would never give that to you.


    Avae: Response 


    Logan: No there's plenty of others out there that can make you happier without the ….sheer risk.


    The voice in his head grew louder as did the want to just scoop her up and just hold her, battling against that wasn't helped by the impact he took from the Forcefield, combined his head was now pounding.


    Logan: And I admit that it wasn't the most clear indicator but I gave you that watch so you'd know someone was looking out for you.

    Captain Kurt Logan

    Marine Officer

    USS Atlantis, NCC-74682

    E239203KLO7

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  4. ((Corridor, USS Atlantis))

    {{Day 15 of Shoreleave  }}


    Dermont found himself fidgeting with the pips on his collar as he walked his way through the corridor.  He would never admit it, but there was a part of him that was a bit self-conscious. All of the ensigns that joined the ship around the same time as him were all Lieutenant Commanders and some of the senior-most leadership on board the Atlantis.  And all of the people he still considered the “new guys” were mostly the same rank as he was.  It stung a bit.


    Dermont:  oO Wait a minute there, Valin.  Aren’t ya the man tellin’ em time and time again that ya didn’t want any more responsibility?  That man that bailed on ‘is counselin’ sessions, throwin’ stuff ‘bout the Engineerin’ Bay, and constantly pawned off yer department reports ta Yelchin and Kiliak? Oo


    Also Dermont: oO Shaddup Oo


    Logic had no place in a frustrated man’s head. He grunted a bit to himself and headed into sickbay.


    ((Sickbay Complex, USS Atlantis))


    Though she was still feeling out of sorts, she was glad to be off of the suppressants. They’d given her a fair few nasty headaches. The other symptoms had begun to fade within a day or two and for the first time since returning from Valcaria, she was able to focus without that nagging itch under her skin flaring up just enough to make her want to toss a PADD at a monitor. 


    After a few days on medical leave, she was more behind than she would have liked. She hadn’t completely finished her mission report on the cadmium poisoning on Valcaria. Between how her own exposure had flared up her asthma followed by her unexpected first season, her focus just hadn’t been sharp enough. She’d needed to request an extension from the Captain due to extenuating circumstances. 


    Taking a sip of her specially ordered and specially brewed Al-Leyan kievlan coffee, she entered another note into the PADD in her hand. However, the sound of the doors opening caught her attention and she set both the PADD and the coffee down to greet the new arrival.


    Journs: ::smiles:: Hi. What can I do for you?


    Dermont: ::not smiling:: Apparently, when ye’ve been out n’ ‘bout as long as I ‘ave, ye’ve got ta have the doc tell ‘em yer good ta go before resumin’ duties. 


    Journs: ::nods and motions to one of the biobeds:: If you’ll hop up on one of the beds, I’ll be with you in a moment.


    Dermont:  O’course.


    As the man made himself comfortable, she turned on her heel and took two steps to receive a medical tricorder sitting on a tray and a PADD to look up his records.


    Journs: ::pauses:: Valin Dermont, right?


    Dermont:  Yes ma’am.  Been a bit since we’ve seen each other.


    Journs: ::nods and smiles:: It has. You were on the bridge the first day I came aboard.


    Dermont nodded at that comment.  Indeed he was.  And it didn’t take a telepath to know what was going on in his dear friend Raga’s mind when she had first stepped off the turbolift.  Mr. Heartbreak seeing another Al-leyan on board?  While Raga was no doubt seeing stars, Dermont was seeing the doctor for what see was truly going to be.  Drama.


    Of course, then he was shipped out and away.  So who knows what series of unfortunate events had happened since then.


    Dermont:  Yes ma’am, I was.  Ya don’t tend ta forget seein’ another Al-leyan come on board.  Two on a single starship?  Yer more likely ta see a stable trinary star system.


    Journs: ::smiles and nods:: Yes, I admit I was surprised myself.


    Dermont:  I’m sure it’s chance beyond chance, really.  Ya just happened ta arrive on a ship whose second officer is Toryn Raga.  Anyway, get yer scannin’ done so I can see what in the hell Kiliak’s done with ma engines.


    She arched an eyebrow at the man, recalling how he’d grumbled with Toryn on the bridge that day. She’d seen plenty of his type even with so few years in Starfleet under her belt. From what she could tell, he was more bark than bite and mostly grumbled for the sake of it.


    Journs: My “scanning” requires you to sit still and be patient, Lieutenant.


    Dermont: oO Oh, a hint of a back bone in there, eh? Oo


    Dermont on the best of days tolerated doctors as he was not so stupid as to dismiss their value.  He also happened to have little patience for those who would bring drama or pain to those he considered his.  Engineering was his, this ship was his.  Raga was his friend.  Hell, Serala was his...friend?  I mean he was certain she was not an enemy.  He was still pretty sure Stevok mind-whammied her anyway.


    Dermont: oO Point ‘ere is that Journs was both doc and someone who could prob’ly bring ‘ole ‘eaps o’ drama down on the lad. Oo


    Dermont:  You and I barely know each other, lass.  I just want ya ta check out mah knee and make sure mah ‘earts still tickin’.  But know I’ve got a soft spot fer the Commander and all I’m sayin’ is he doesn’t need no damnable drama from home.


    Journs: ::expression softens and murmurs:: I know. Rest assured I don’t intend to bring any if I can help it.


    There were plenty of angles it could come from, but she had a feeling she knew what Valin was implying. Toryn wasn’t a typical Al-Leyan and a more traditional Al-Leyan woman would have quite possibly sent a message back to the Council by now about Toryn’s intimate involvement with an outsider and his dangerous, reckless disregard for his own life. However, she was far from a typical Al-Leyan herself.


    Dermont:  That’s good ta hear, doctor.  Branches be damned.  The lad’s choices are the lad’s own to make.  ::He gave a sideways glance at the doctor.::  Even if some would consider them mistakes...


    Journs: ::pauses:: While I can’t make any promises about things that are out of my control, I can promise that I’m not here to police anything Toryn does or says in the process of fulfilling his duties to this ship nor am I here to pass judgment on any personal moral or ethical choices he makes. 


    Dermont simply nods.  Another Al-leyan corrupted by the Federation ideals then, eh? Once you see how bigotry and oppression look from the other side, it’s hard to stay true to the fantasy you were raised in.


    Journs: ::lips tighten:: Not that it’s your business, but I love Toryn and it would tear me to pieces if he were hurt in any way.


    That made the engineer stiffen upon hearing.  Love?  She loved Toryn?  What in the blazes had happened in the last few months?  Love?!  Sure, he knew with Al-Leyan culture they might naturally gravitate toward one another, but what kind of ridiculousness was she spouting about love?


    Dermont:  Wait now just a tad bit there, lass.  Those words are pretty damned powerful. Love? Ye’ve been ‘ere fer a few months and now suddenly ya get ta throw ‘round that word?


    It wasn’t an unexpected reaction. Back home, it wasn’t a word that was ever used with any serious intent. Certainly Al-Leyans experienced love...but not in the same way as other cultures. Most Al-Leyan relationships were fleeting, some lasting a few months and others not even a season. There were a decent number who stayed with a partner for years, but these weren’t very common.


    The older engineer’s voice began to raise as his voice turned to a scowl.


    Dermont:  Doctor...I know Al-leyans are a little loose when it comes ta the idea of sexual encounters, but let me assure ya, there’s a lot more ta love than that!  Do you ‘ave any idea ‘ow many times that lad’s ‘ad his soul crushed due to romantic attachments!?  


    Dermont:  oO Yer a right [...], Valin… Oo


    The man’s raised voice didn’t phase her. After dealing with her father’s soul-wrenching silence and lack of empathy, a loud voice wouldn’t rattle her. 


    Journs: ::meets his gaze:: I respect that you are Toryn’s friend and I respect that you’re just looking to protect him. I honestly hope that with time, you see that Toryn isn’t just a game to me.


    The engineer frowned as the woman didn’t flinch while he raised his voice.  Intimidating people by yelling a Dermont trademark and he was unsure of how to deal with it.  Usually people left his immediate vicinity or started shouting back.  He gave the doctor a level stare.


    Journs: I’m not looking for a minute flirtation. ::lips tighten:: If anything, I’m afraid that Toryn will find someone else and I’ll be left behind. As I said to Captain Logan, where he goes, I go, even if that means walking into the fire with him and getting burned by it. There’s not a thing in this universe that I wouldn’t endure for him.


    oO I think she might mean it…what in the ‘ell. Oo


    Dermont:  Doctor, yer the most unAl-leyan Al-leyan that I’ve met.  I’ve studied a bit o’ your culture….tryin’ ta understand Toryn and ‘is clear bouts of self-loathin’ that ‘e goes through.  I think I’ve got the nail on the ‘ead with ‘is idea of “cultural contamination.” ::he nearly spat the words.:: I am glad someone makes ‘im ‘appy.


    She relaxed some, sensing the change in the man’s tone, a slight smile crossing her lips. Any other Al-Leyan would have been insulted. But a part of her took it as a compliment. Her years away from home, it seemed, were only reinforcing the idea that conformity wasn’t everything. Though she knew not all of her friends here understood her beliefs and values, she was grateful that they accepted her willingly in spite of them.


    Journs: ::gaze drops and she nods, then murmurs:: I try.


    Dermont puts up a hand to ward off any lovey-dovey much she might try to keep peddling his way.  He stood up, despite his check-up not being complete.


    Dermont:  Ye’ll think I’m an [...] fer it...and maybe I am.  It is clear by the way ya talk you two are in love.  But let’s give it a few more months before ya try and move it along, eh?  Let’s make sure he loves ya fer you...and not just because ya ‘appen ta be the only “culturally acceptable” choice on the ship, eh?


    The comment stung and it struck at her greatest fear. She was certain he hadn’t meant to insult or hurt her. He was just looking out for his friend. It was something they had in common and was what made it easier for her to push aside the emotional reaction and take what he was saying at face value. 


    She didn’t need his approval. She didn’t need anyone’s. She and Toryn were adults and could engage in a relationship as they saw fit. It was their responsibility to sort through their problems, not everyone else’s. If they couldn’t figure things out without bringing in a third party that didn’t even close to know the more intimate details and nuances of their relationship, they shouldn’t be in one together in the first place.


    With that he spun on his heels and headed towards the door.  He’d get cleared by somebody else at a later time.  Something was telling Dermont he might have just worn out his welcome.


    Dermont: oO Lad jumps so fast...someone’s gotta make sure it’s the real damn thing… Oo

    Still Dermont:  oO And it just ‘as ta be you, eh Valin? Oo


    He frowned to himself, clenching his fists at his own loud-mouth and headed through the door.


    She stared after him for a long moment. Only when she glanced down at the tricorder in her hand did she realize they hadn’t finished his appointment. A slight smile crossed her lips in spite of the mild discomfort she was now feeling in the aftermath of what had been a very awkward conversation. 


    It was clear Toryn had the respect and affection of many, including the gruff engineer. That made her even more determined to consciously work to keep from hurting Toryn. Today had been another hurdle in the battle she was waging with herself over whether this was the right thing. There were forces threatening to tear them apart, but she was coming to realize that love wasn’t an obligation, but a choice...a choice that was made consciously every day in spite of the hardships. 


    A choice she’d continue to make each day, no matter what came their way.


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    Lieutenant Valin Dermont

    Engineer

    USS Atlantis

    A239410VD0

    &


    Lieutenant Ishkabela Journs

    Medical Officer 

    USS Atlantis, NCC-74682

    I238110RH0

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  5. ((Ambassador’s Yacht Kirym - Somewhere in the Kaleth Woods, Tibro))

     

    Thoran: Ambassador, how long do you think it will take for somebody to pick up the signal and make tracks towards us?

     

    Too soon for her liking. If she were General Asil she would have a special operations team waiting to depart Keibrom as soon as the distress signal was detected armed to the teeth. Thankfully she was not like such a contemptible officer. Perhaps he was in no hurry to confirm the success. But in her heart, she knew they were on the way. If Asil planned for the crash to kill her, he wouldn’t be so subtle as to switch off helm control rather than plant a bomb.

     

    Dels’an: Around an hour if they were ready to leave as soon as they received the signal. Perhaps we will be fortunate and the assassins are ill-prepared. At most I would expect them to make it here within two hours. It’s imperative that we are not here when they arrive.

     

    McKnight: We need to go, now. Whoever wanted us dead will most likely send someone to make sure we are.

     

    Dels’an: Indeed.

     

    Serala: About that plan of yours, Commander Revix. It’s very noble of you, Commander. Especially for a group of non-Rihannsu. However, in my opinion, sir, it would be best if we all remained together. The more of us there are, the better our chances of survival are.

     

    Divided into smaller groups they would only make it easier to pick them off one by one.

     

    Revix: Response

     

    Thoran: Commander Serala does make an excellent point. It would make us easier to track, presuming anybody comes looking for us, but our odds are better together.

     

    Dels’an: These will not be poorly-trained troops. If you are caught alone you’ll die.

     

    She could speak with authority on that point. Only two years earlier she had been the primary author of the new standards for Advanced Combat Training in the Valcarian armed forces.

     

    Serala: Sir, in my condition, this isn’t going to do me much good. And since our man has a weapon, it seems only right you should be armed as well. Especially if you have reason to believe your life is also a target for your enemies.

     

    Revix: Response

     

    Serala: Captain, Ambassador. It seems there may be a few more weapons if either of you would like one. But I sincerely hope they won’t be necessary. If we are fortunate, someone on our side will have noticed our absence and will find us before our enemy or enemies do.

     

    Thoran: Thank you Commander.

     

    Lorrein accepted the phaser she was offered. After switching it to a higher power level, she holstered the weapon and began to assist Jarol in collecting the final equipment in preperation for their departure.

     

    Dels’an: Thank you, Commander Serala.

     

    Revix/McKnight/Nehir: Responses

     

     

    ((Timeskip: An hour later.))

    ((Abandoned Outpost - Somewhere in the Kaleth Woods, Tibro))

     

    The trek through the woods had involved considerably less weapons fire than she had predicted it might. The wildlife had mostly remained out of their way and she had yet to hear the telltale sounds of engines that would indicate they were discovered. Even at the distance of the outpost, they would hear anyone approaching from a distance towards the crash site. Nobody was waiting to ambush them at the outpost itself, only a thick layer of moss and vines covering the door.

     

    Serala: Well, we’re here. Home sweet home.

     

    Thoran: Home. Yes.

     

    Lorrein looked around the outpost and saw exactly what she was expecting. The featureless metal walls were bare and most of the furniture and equipment not bolted down was gone. The engineers assigned to decommission the base had done a very thorough job. The Starfleet marine began searching the rooms ahead of them.

     

    McKnight: We're clear. Looks like no one's been here in a long time. 

     

    Dels’an: This outpost has been out of service for nineteen years. The last people here were a team of technicians who removed anything left of value.

     

    Revix/Nehir: Responses

     

    Serala: :: looking at the wounded woman :: How is she doing? That trip could not have been easy for her.

     

    She had been checking on Commander Faris frequently, always careful to remain by the people carrying the stretcher when she was not doing so herself. The commander was her most trusted staff member, and Lorrein had no intention of leaving her side during the officer’s time of need. Isona had earned at least that much loyalty.

     

    Thoran: She is in critical condition. If she doesn’t receive medical attention soon then I doubt she will make it.

     

    Dels’an: When we find those responsible, heads will roll!

     

    Anyone who she found to be remotely connected to the sabotage attempt would be wise to find the farthest and darkest corners of the empire and hide there. Lorrein was furious. There would be no hiding place remote enough to keep her from finding them. And then she would find General Asil and Director Varus.

     

    Revix/Nehir: Responses

     

    Serala: Amuro, that fancy gadget of yours on your arm. Do you think you could use it to reach the ship? Maybe tie into your commbadge? Not trying to be funny here, and I know our supply of tools is severely limited, but I’m not an engineer and I am grasping for ideas here.

     

    McKnight: Sorry, ma'am. I can't even tell where exactly we are without navigational data.  Hopefully, the Atlantis will know something is up, since we haven't checked it.

     

    Revix/Nehir: Responses 

     

    Thoran: Regardless the idea has merit. It can’t make our situation any worse. I’d also recommend that we take the time to search the area for supplies and post a lookout in the observation tower.

     

    Nehir/Revix/Serala: Responses

     

    Dels’an: I am unsure what of use the decommissioning team would have left behind, but it might be worth the time to search.

     

    Commander Thoran removed the communicator badge from his uniform and threw it to Jarol, who caught it with one hand.

     

    Thoran: If you hear, see or even smell anything that seems out of place, contact us immediately.

     

    Dels’an: We will, Commander Thoran.

     

    Revix: Response

     

    Thoran: We will search the surrounding rooms, see if we can find any supplies.

     

    Nehir/Serala: Responses

     

    Dels’an: If you will excuse me, Commander Revix. I must attend to my wounded crewmember.

     

    Revix: Response

     

    Isona was barely clinging to life. The bleeding had stopped, frozen by the winter cold and the pressure of the blankets she had been wrapped in for the journey. Lorrein held the commander’s hand, which felt like that of an ice sculpture. There was barely any hint that she was still among the living.

     

    Dels’an: Asil and Varus won’t get away with this. Once we take the throne they’ll wish they never showed their faces in the Outlying Territories…

     

    The Outlying Territories had always been her domain. She had brought a few of the planets under the empire’s control herself in the many campaigns that she had waged. Lorrein had homes on each major world in the territories and had forged most of her legendary career in the region. Field Marshal Gatol had come to her realm, tried to kill her, and harmed her people. She didn’t realize her mistake until she turned to see the surprised looks of the Romulan and Starfleet officers who had been in the room to hear that little piece of information.

     

    Revix: Response

     

    Anyone: Response(s)

     

    Well, there was no way to unsay that...

     

    ((Flashback - The Imperial Grand Palace at Ghrandla - Valcaria - 239610.07))

     

    The atmosphere in the War Council meeting chamber was even more tense than it usually was. The death of the Chief Advisor two weeks earlier had shook the entire upper level of Valcarian leadership. Everyone wondered who would be Emperor Altharra’s new right hand. And the loss of his most trusted advisor had only left the already-ill Altharra in an even more alarming condition.

     

    Lorrein was seated at the ornate round table on Altharra’s right. On his left was Field Marshal Gatol. Director of State Security Afflor, Commandant Kryon, and the new Overseer of Planetary Defense were also at the table. As always, two elite-troopers silently stood watch over the meeting from the door. They had just finished with status reports, and Field Marshal Gatol had been the first to bring up the looming question of the Chief Advisor post.

     

    Gatol: Your majesty, there is also the matter of appointing a new Chief Advisor. There are many candidates who…

     

    Altharra: No. There will be time enough for that later, Field Marshal.

     

    Field Marshal Gatol was a stubborn, narcissistic, and self-serving monster. But, just like a broken ship’s chronometer, he could still occasionally be right. Leaving the physically drained emperor with no clear heir was a crisis waiting to happen.

     

    Dels’an: Your majesty, I must concur with Field Marshal Gatol. It is important that the position- ::The Emperor was not following her words, seemingly incapable of keeping focus on anything in the room.:: Are you feeling well, your majesty?

     

    There was no reply from the Emperor, only a few attempts to speak followed by his imperial majesty collapsing on the floor. The two etroopers standing guard at the doors rushed to help him. Not detecting any vitals, they began emergency chest compressions in an attempt to revive him. Based on their expressions and the sounds of their scanners, they were less than successful.

     

    Trooper: He’s still not breathing! Someone alert the medical center.

     

    A wordless conversation was happening between the members of the War Council. They had failed to secure the appointment of an heir to throne only moments earlier, and now the Emperor lay dead on the ground. If they did nothing, the news would leave the room in moments and they would lose control of the situation. Something had to be done.

     

    Dels’an: oO Are we really going to do this? Oo

     

    The group had reached a silent consensus. Rebellions, declarations of independence, and all manners of destabilization would rock the Valcarian Imperial Republic to its foundations if they had no new leader to reassure the people and maintain control.

     

    Gatol: Now.

     

    Phaser fire stunned the two etroopers before they would spread the word to the medical center, the rest of the guard, and the Imperial Palace’s clerk to make the announcement to the public. Besides, having the most elite soldiers in the Valcarian Empire running around answerable to no authority was a frightening prospect. She, Gatol, and Kryon lowered their weapons and took their seats back at the table.

     

    Afflor: News of what we’ve seen here cannot be known to the public. The situation is too delicate already. Until a successor is in place we can’t risk it. We would have every governor, advisor, and every self-important admiral trying to be the one to be crowned. For the sake of the Empire and the war, this secret remains from the people. Nobody can know until continuity of leadership is re-established.

     

    Everyone in the room hated each other. Altharra had chosen his appointees wisely to ensure they could never unite against him in life. But that strategy fell apart upon the occasion of his death. It was going to be a fight to see who could secure their claim first. She knew that at least Gatol and Afflor liked their chances of personally taking the throne. But they all could agree that the fewer people who knew, the better.

     

    Dels’an: Agreed.

     

    Gatol: Agreed.

     

    Kryon: Agreed.

     

    Of course, news did spread through the upper echelons of power. But it was still a closely kept secret, with only enough people being told so that battle lines could be drawn up and the fight to put a successor on the throne could be carried out in secret. 

     

    ((End Flashback))

     

    Lorrein had hoped to tell everyone the news in a much more controlled and diplomatically comfortable setting. It would be more helpful in terms of gaining their support and future cooperation with her and her allies. But the cat was out of the bag and it was best to just tell them the truth.

     

    Dels’an: Everyone, please come in here for a moment.

     

    Revix/Thoran/Serala/McKnight/Nehir: Responses

     

    She waited for the Starfleet and Romulan officers to assemble in the main hallway before continuing.

     

    Dels’an: You deserve the right to know why I’ve been targeted, and it isn’t just because of diplomacy. ::She sighed, took a deep breath, and continued.:: Emperor Altharra died almost four months ago. He dropped dead right in the middle of a War Council meeting. That’s why I didn’t want the elite-troopers here for our meeting. And that’s why I was targeted. Other factions are also attempting to seize control.

     

    Revix/Thoran/Serala/McKnight/Nehir: Responses

     

    Dels’an: Myself and those who I’ve aligned with think that throwing endless troops and ships at the Caraadians and having no communication channels built up with foreign powers is not an efficient use of the empire’s resources. I do apologize for withholding this information, but the intention to build bridges is still true. And given the danger that the power struggle has brought upon us, you have the right to know.

     

    As she let the information sink in, she surveyed the crowd for their responses. She had no idea how past experiences with the Valcarians and the revelation that Emperor Altharra was gone would sit with them. 

     

    Revix/Thoran/Serala/McKnight/Nehir: Responses

     

    Grand Admiral Lorrein Dels’an

    Ambassador-at-large

    Valcarian Imperial Republic

     

    ===as simmed by===

     

    Lieutenant Commander Anath G'Renn

    Chief Medical Officer, USS Atlantis

    A239402AG0

  6. Absolutely love the feigning the character does! Great job @Kiliak Jo

    ((en route to Deep Space 26, low orbit over Paldor II))
     
    Absentmindedly ignoring the pratter of the jarheads and sacrificial security drones crowding the small shuttle space, Perkins set his finely-tuned wonder of a mind to the task at hand. How was he going to singlehandedly rescue this station and the planet below from imminent disaster? The uncooperative nature of the Atlantis company of misfits only made clear his burden as the lone champion called to serve in this dark hour. He stared out the window and mused, clasping his hands together wisely, bringing the tips of his index fingers together just beneath his nose to indicate his status of deep contemplation. Just as he was gathering together the last details of a perfect plan, he was snapped from this reverie at the mention of weapons fire.
     
    Serala: Remember, check your fire this is a high collateral engagement zone. If it's not shooting at you, don't shoot at it. Not without confirmation.

    Perkins: Yes, please double-check your "trigger happiness." I have many friends here.
     
    They soon disembarked the shuttle and boarded the station. At the sight of the familiar Chon architecture, Perkins felt overwhelmed with relief to finally be back home, at last, he had escaped from the clutches of these Atlantean nincompoops. Though it was true that they desperately needed his help, he would not go back if they dragged him kicking and screaming.
     
    Solana: Contact, four o'clock. Looks like a dozen all scrambling to get those support craft off the deck. I don't see any Valcarians.

    oO These idiots can't even keep proper time! It's still morning by the standard Federation clock. Simply unbelievable. Oo

    Kiax: I wouldn’t be surprised if they were controlling more critical areas of the station. Operations, Engineering, Fusion Cores, Auxiliary Fire Control, Central Damage Control… With direct access to the computer core I can probably get us a significant foothold.

    Perkins: That can be arranged. I can direct you through some of the more basic processes, get you a username and a password, before we ultimately get to the more complex stuff at which point I will naturally take-
     
    Calasio: =/\= Welcome to the newly acquired Imperial Relief Station Alpha-One. =/\=

    oO Excuse me? Oo

    Kiax:  =/\= You mean the Federation Starbase Deep Space Twenty-Six? =/\=

    oO Hmpfh. Indeed. Oo

    Calasio: =/\=  I wish to speak to the one in charge of your team. =/\=

    Perkins: =/\= Yes of course, I am--   =/\=

    Serala:  =/\=  This is Lieutenant Commander Serala of the Federation Starship Atlantis. I am in command of this team. =/\=
     
    oO Rude! Fine. I'll let her believe she's in charge if its so important to her. Oo

    Calasio:  =/\= This is Commander Yanek Calasio of the Imperial Navy.  I am sure you are aware of the situation we all find ourselves in.  I wish to make an arrangement. =/\=

    Serala: =/\=  Well, Commander. I’m actually not fully aware of the situation. I know this station is plummeting to the planet below it and unless we can find a way to stop it, everyone onboard, not to mention millions on the planet, will be killed. But I have no idea what has been happening here for the last several months. Without a debriefing, I am afraid I am at a disadvantage in any sort of bargaining or decisions to make agreements. Of course, we did bring a substantial combat force and I would image that some of the Starfleet personnel that didn’t make it off are still here somewhere. I could always fight my way to them, join forces, then retake the station from you. =/\=

    Calasio: =/\= Now, Commander...you are in no real position to do anything but listen to me.  You have just arrived.  I have been here for weeks.  Do you really think we have not created a battlefield prepared to our advantage?  I assure you this is not a fight you want to wage.  The station is already falling apart.  On top of that, we've rigged bulkheads with explosives, set snares throughout the access tubes, prepared tricks and traps level by level.  I've read up on your ship, the Atlantis.  I know your Captain Brell is a man of peace. Of discourse. He would listen. I suggest you do the same... =/\=

    Perkins:  =/\= Ha! Brell isn't even-  =/\=

    Serala: =/\=  Captain Brell is not here. I am. And I do things my way. I will answer to Captain Brell later, if needs be. If he wanted a peaceful resolution, he should have come himself instead of sending his Chief Security and Tactical Officer. =/\=

    oO Ahh ha, I see. The Romulan wants to keep my presence here covert, her secret Ace in the Hole. The Ringer. The Showstopper. Got it. All right, okay, I'll play along with your little gambit, Miss Siracha. Oo

    Serala: =/\= Still, there is something to be said for a peaceful solution. Fighting our way through could be costly. You haven’t held your position as long as you have by being unprepared. So, what is your proposal. =/\=

    Calasio: =/\= It’s quite simple, really. This station is plummeting to its doom. We have seized control of this station at quite at high cost and have no intention of losing it now. I propose to allow you and your ship to assist with evacuating all non-Valcarian personnel from the station. You can use this landing bay for those purposes. We will also coordinate with Atlantis to find a way to stop the station from hitting the planet below, possibly even relocate away from the planet a distance. Once everyone is cleared out and the station is safe, we will take full control of the station and the space around it. Assuming the station doesn’t get destroyed before then, I estimate you should be able to get everyone off in about 36 hours time. Anyone remaining onboard after that forfeits their life and will become subjects of the Empire. =/\=

    Perkins mind began to wander. oO Say, where did that infernal marine with the attitude problem get off to? Oo

    Serala: =/\= A very well thought out request, Commander. I have a request of my own first. I need to speak to the Starfleet Officer in charge here on the station. I need to get a sitrep before I can make any decisions which might affect them. I am sure you can understand that? =/\=

    Calasio: =/\= Your request is understandable, Commander. However, we have no direct communications established with the Starfleet personnel. In fact, station communications are down, which is why I have had to rig this form of communication for us. Still, I will try to get a message through and have them come down to you. =/\=

    Siracha spoke quietly into her commset, then pointed now to another marine, the big one who had yelled at the problematic one earlier. Perkins didn't understand why she was pointing. Was his fly unzipped or something? He held up his hands to indicate the ineffectiveness of her communication. She pointed again, more pointedly, as the others gathered behind the marine. Perkins narrowed his eyes. Did she want him to keep an eye on this goon to make sure he didn't shoot any bystanders? Yes, that must be it. Good call. Perkins tailed the big monkey, ready to disarm him in a flash if the day's duties came to that.

    Serala: =/\= Commander Perkins. You know this station better than anyone here. I want you on lead. Get us to Operations. We’re taking that back one way or another. That might give us a better position to bargain from. =/\=
     
    Perkins:  =/\= Ah, I see. Of course, of course. I will lead the way. ::pushing himself to the fore of the others:: Company, aa-t-tention! Follow me! And-a march one two hut one two, that's it, lively now! =/\=

    (( Short timeskip ))
     
    oO Wait. No, it's the other way. Oo
     
    Hardly his fault. He was only rarely down in these sections. He turned around and doubled back, offering the others his charming smile as they continued to follow his lead. This sublevel was really more of a Lieutenant Junior kind of working environment. And all these corridors look the same anyways. Soon they reached a corner, and Perkins was sure that this time it would lead them into Operations.

    Birmor: Halt. Who goes there?

    Serala: Lieutenant Commander Serala, Federation Starship Atlantis.

    Birmor: Sorry friend. This area is off limits to non Valcarians.

    Serala: We’re here with permission of Commander Calasio.

    Birmor: Really?

    Serala: We have some things to discuss and the form of communication we were using was insufficient. Since we’re here under a truce, perhaps you would be kind enough to escort us to him so we can speak in person?

    Birmor: Sorry Lieutenant Commander Serala of the Federation Starship Atlantis. Standing orders are to only allow Valcarians past this point. ::She made an obvious effort to look at the group of Starfleet Officers.:: And you don’t much look like Valcarians.

    Serala: And would he be less pleased if his favorite :: quickly checking her rank :: corporal failed to let us past and it resulted in a full-scale invasion from our ship? Just because of a misunderstanding? Wouldn’t it be better to take us to him and let him decide what to do with us?

    Birmor: Excuse me a moment. ::he momentarily vanished::

    Perkins: Do you want me to talk to him? I'm great with people.
     
    Serala:

    Birmor: Well Lieutenant Commander Serala of the Federation Starship Atlantis, it seems you have been granted passage.

    oO Hmpfh! Could at least get her name right. I'll let it slide though, in the name of diplomacy. Oo

    Perkins: Took you long enough. Let's head out, troops.
     
    McKnight: Let's move. 

    Serala / Toh’jak: Response

    Birmor: It was my absolute pleasure. Commander Calasio is down in the Engineering Section on Level 46. As this used to be your station, I’m sure you know the way.
     
    Perkins: Er, yes of course. That's, uhm, fastest way is those stairs back there, or...?

    Serala / Toh’jak: Response

    Out of nowhere, bolts of blaster fire. One blast struck Perkins right in his good shoulder. He went down, collapsing into a crumpled pile immediately, a tactic to shield himself from possible continued fire as his eyes wetted with sudden tears.
     
    McKnight: AMBUSH!  
     
     oO Is this it? Am I going to die? Here? Just in my moment of liberation? Who will help all these people if I must perish now? Oo  

    Birmor: STAND DOWN! CEASE FIRE. CEASE FIRE.

    Perkins: It's a trick! I'm hit! They shot me! Ambush! Betrayal! Shoot back, you worthless imbeciles!
     
    McKnight: Cease fire! Cease fire! Secure the area!    

    Serala / Toh’jak: Response
     
    Clutching his wound, likely a mortal wound, Perkins heard a disembodied voice nearby. His vision was blurry. Was it... his father? The voice of God?
     
    McKnight: You alright, Commander?
     
    Perkins: I'm so sorry. ::coughing:: I don't know if I'll make it. You must go on... without me...
     
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    Lt. Commander Perkins

    Engineer at Large

    Deep Space 26

    A239509KJ0

     

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    courtesy of

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    Lieutenant Kiliak Jo

    Asst. Chief Engineer

    USS Atlantis

    A239509KJ0

     

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  7. Nothing quite like reading about the daily grind of an Operations Officer. Great work @Esa_Darkkdust

    ((Bridge, Deck 1, USS Atlantis))

    ((Final Day of Shore Leave))

     

    Even as the excitement, heartbreak, arguments and joys of Shore Leave began to draw to a close, there was still a reasonable level of ‘holiday buzz’ around the crew, even as they prepared to depart for their impending assignment. Nobody was really any the wiser about what Starfleet had in store for the intrepid crew of Atlantis, except maybe the Intelligence folks, who had probably intercepted every transmission between Starfleet and the Captain by now, despite it being Esa’s job to route incoming signals around the ship.

     

    After her conversation with Ishka a few days ago, and no doubt her subsequent conversation with Alex, Esa had found herself posted to the Alpha shift every day for the next month. It was pleasant to not have to constantly swap between the three. Keeping to a routine and forcing her body clock into a normal pattern would certainly do her mental health a world of good. 0700 to 1500 every day, without fail. Esa took pride in the fact that she had been put on the Alpha shift. It made her feel that little bit closer to being chief, without actually holding the title. It also served to keep the cacophony of personalities in her head in check, as the day shift was notoriously busy with so many departments requesting operational support from Esa and the team.

     

    She had, much to her dismay, started her day by receiving a request for a janitorial team to make their way to the bathrooms on Deck Ten. The communication had gone something along the lines of a foul stench emanating from one of the pair toward the fore of the ship, just behind the torpedo launch bay. Naturally, this meant a whole world of problems for Esa, who had to report the issue to Engineering, as there was likely going to be fallout in the waste processing and water treatment areas as well. It simply wouldn’t do to have a sewage explosion so close to their departure date. Fortunately, only a mere half-hour later, the janitorial staff had reported that it was simply a blocked lavatory, and that the issue would be fixed as soon as the air purifiers had a chance to work their magic. This would, however, prove to be the most interesting thing that would happen for the next few hours.

     

    With many of the ship’s departments working to finalise their prep work before departure, the number of physically actionable requests dwindled steadily toward the middle of the morning, with the majority of requests around this time relating to power management, and system upgrades. The main computer core had to be taken offline for a short while (much to the annoyance of Engineering, as their usually quite responsive secondary engineering core had become bombarded with requests), as Esa had received yet another new LCARS revision from Starfleet. This one was only minor in terms of feature updates, with the bulk of updated material pertaining to bug fixes and UI improvements. Esa was unsure how people on later shifts would react when the layout of their console had changed while they had been sleeping, but it was nothing the seasoned computer engineer couldn’t handle, and the update went by smoothly and quickly. Not only this, but holodeck time requests were still coming in to be allocated amongst the crew, with much of Holodeck 1’s timetable for the day booked up wall to wall; The Marines were using their holodeck down on deck 13 for training scenarios today, so Esa had been unable to assign any overspill from the leisure use decks on deck 6 to it. While all this was happening, Stellar Cartography were fighting it out with Astrometrics over use of the sensor suites, as both were trying to update their star charts and navigational data at the same time; and Evie was asking for yet more power to be routed to Science Lab 01, no doubt to facilitate the development of her AI into the Electronic and Cyberwarfare suites. The proposals that she had looked at seemed to be solid, which wasn’t a surprise, seeing as the woman held four degrees in the subject, but she had advised her to hold off any further integration with the ship until she had had a chance to review the specs with the Captain. Alas, he had been far too busy meeting the other heads of departments to deal with her at the time, so the request had gone unanswered. Esa didn’t mind, but Evie had given her a substantial dressing down for her incompetency and lack of effort. Evie’s words had been quite harsh, but her bark was far worse than her bite, and the threat of having an official complaint written up about Esa had gone unactioned.

     

    A few times the mundane routine interactions with the ship had been interrupted by new crewmembers transferring aboard, having finished their meetings with the Captain and XO, now coming straight to Esa for their new quarters assignments. Having never been an enlisted, Esa sometimes wondered what it was like meeting a new roommate for the first time. This was quickly followed by a request to have someone from Logistics help move their belongings from the cargo area on deck 8 up to their new homes. A few departing officers and non-coms were also making several requests of the logistics team, who were obviously in high demand today.

     

    Around the middle of the day, mere minutes before Esa had planned to take a quick break to grab some lunch, the quartermaster from the armoury on deck 4 had reported a series of missing explosive charges from one of their storage lockers, and was demanding an explanation. Esa had to explain to them a number of times that they had been taken by the marines for the boarding drill, and were due to be returned at some point later today. Evidently, with the shakeup in the Tactical/Security departments, a few memos had missed their intended recipients. She was still kicking herself for not managing the communications better surrounding the drill, but the thing had happened so quickly that she had little time to inform the right people of the prep work. No doubt Esa would be apologising to Maddi for that one when she got home later tonight. Finally, a good ten minutes of explaining later, Esa managed to flag down a passing colleague to man her post while she grabbed a sandwich. That was the one downside to working the Ops station; The need for it to be constantly manned meant there was very little in the way of flexibility when one needed to take a comfort break.

     

    After a quick 30 minute lunch break, Esa was back on the bridge, this time dealing with the request from engineering to divert power away from the main navigational deflector so that they could perform a diagnostic and alignment pass. Naturally, this took priority over the science labs use time, so she had assigned them the secondary deflector while the engineering crews worked. She was met with a less than favourable response to this, as one of the labs had been using it to project a tightly focussed energy beam onto some nearby graviton particles as part of an experiment they were undertaking. Naturally, the need to get the ship ready for departure took priority, and Esa apologised for spoiling their results. She always took the blame for scheduling errors, though most of the time it wasn’t her fault. People liked to have someone to complain to, or about, and as she was the one making the decisions it made sense for it to be her.

     

    The remaining two hours of her shift were spent overseeing the delivery of a new spare warp core into the storage tube that ran between decks 10 and 15. The freighter captain had offered no explanation as to why they were receiving a new core, only that a request had come in and his job was to deliver it, not ask questions. Esa had little choice but to agree, instead wondering why the Captain, or Engineering, for that matter, would have put a request in for such a thing. What did their assignment hold in store for them that necessitated such a piece of equipment? Once the delivery and install had been finalised, Esa handed over to Fiorr, who was on the Beta shift for the next few days, and bid him farewell. While on duty, she had managed to slot some R&R time in on Holodeck Two for herself, and planned to spend the rest of the afternoon giving Ishka’s spa recommendations a whirl, before dinner with Maddi. Travelling via her quarters to get dressed, she flopped down on the bed for a moment to deflate, letting her arm hang down to pet Lyra, who was a welcome presence in what had been a rather busy, stressful day. Her small face looked up at Esa, her dark eyes regarding the Trill. She offered a small bark to draw Esa’s attention whose response was to invite her up for a cuddle.

     

    Esa: You have no idea what a day I’ve had today. You know, I envy you sometimes, Lyra. Not a care in the world…

     

    Lyra let out a small woof in response, seemingly in agreement. Esa laughed slightly and replaced Lyra on the floor so that she could change.


     

    Lieutenant Esa Kiax

    Comm/Ops Officer

    USS Atlantis – NCC 74682

    Community History Team Member

    A239511ED0

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  8. Reading through these reminds me just how fantastic our community is, and many talented people fill our ranks.

    I have not had the opportunity to write with many of you, but I hope that is not always the case!

    @Kayla Drex whilst I have not (yet at least) written with you, I have nevertheless been blown away by your attention to detail and your passion for the sciences - congratulations!

    @Rune Jolara I never cease to be amazed by the depths of your talents and how easily your able to slip between roles - congratulations!

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  9. Welcome to the final day of the awards ceremony. So far this week we’ve announced the recipients of the Staff, General, Length of Service and Special awards. Today we present the Duty Post awards. Each award focuses on a different department from the major ones such as medical, operations or engineering to the more unique - like diplomacy, intel or marines. Even civilians have a chance to be recognised for the valuable contributions that can be made to our stories by those who prefer the path less worn. Each of these awards recognises a player for excellence in simming their duty post. Since only one award per duty post is given each year, only the very best are chosen and they are highly coveted awards. You’ll see from our spread of winners – who range in rank from Ensign to Captain – that every player has a chance to be considered for one of these by consistently simming to the best of their ability and striving to improve their craft.
     


    The Prantares Award - Medical
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    The Prantares Ribbon is a duty post award and is awarded to those medical officers who have moved beyond competence to display a true gift for the healing arts in the context of space medicine. The officers given this award should display the ability to keep a steady hand in the often hazardous conditions in which they must practice, as well as the willingness to risk their own life to save the lives of others.

    Genkos Adea, USS Gorkon

    Presented by Quinn Reynolds: “From the moment he arrived on the ship, Genkos Adea left a deep impression on everyone around him — though sometimes he wished he hadn't! A throwaway comment on a Romulan colony had terrible consequences, and became one of the formative incidents in this medical officer's career as he tended to the aftermath. It's something that he still refers to now, and it's wonderful to see how his early experiences have and continue to shape his character.

    We have had the pleasure of watching him grow from an inexperienced young ensign into a skilled department chief, the writer expertly weaving Adea's skills and abilities into the story when the spotlight is upon him, all the while supporting other members of the crew to ensure they have their chance to shine, too. A recent mission is a fine example of this; when his team were infected with the deadly Rushton's Disease aboard a broken and failing ship, he made sure that their quest for a cure provided plenty of opportunities for non-medical members of the team to have some fun. It was very well done; a delight to read and I know a lot of fun to sim, reminding us all exactly lucky we are to have him as our Chief Medical Officer!

    And so, I am so very pleased to present Genkos Adea with the Prantares Ribbon. Congratulations, Elliot!”


    The Natasha Yar Pin - Security
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    The Natasha Yar Pin is a duty post award and is awarded to those security officers who have gone above and beyond the call of duty in protecting and preserving the lives of their crewmates, even at risk to their own.

    Blaidd Vescori, USS Eagle

    Presented by Oddas Aria: “When Mister Vescori first appeared on the Eagle he immediately jumped in and began playing a security officer in the finest tradition of the fleet. Given his character’s size and background he could easily have played the role of a sort of overbearing cop. As he plays he not only shows himself to be a capable security officer, but one who goes out of his way to job professionally, while competently.

    The crew has seen Blaidd take to a role that would be relatively minor on the ship, and expand it to something fitting his large physical size. On Away missions he has written very well written sims full of action and suspense resulting in the completion of the mission in very realistic ways that have long lasting consequences.

    It is my very great pleasure to present Blaidd Vescori with the Natasha Yar Pin! Congratulations and keep up the amazing work!”


    The Voyager Medallion - Ops
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    The Voyager Medallion is a duty post award and is awarded to those operations officers who have shown great skill in keeping a starship in working order despite near-impossible circumstances. The officers receiving this award have advanced the field of Operations, making sure duty rosters, provisions, gear, and even recreation time are available... no matter what.

    Esa Darkkdust, USS Atlantis

    Presented by Brell: “Lieutenant JG Esa Darkkdust the Atlantis' Trill operations officer has since coming aboard has shown a dedication to a role that is not always easy to be sure just what it is you should be doing. Be it managing power levels, assigning crew quarters, or overseeing the installation schedule of a replacement warp nacelle, Darkkdust embodies what is is to be an operations officer.

    Those little details about their job and what it entails are common in their sims adding depth and sense of reality into our game. Being able to imagine the day to life onboard Atlantis is enriched with nearly every sim Darkkdust posts.

    For these reasons and many more it is my distinct pleasure to present Esa Darkkust with The Voyager Medallion.”


    The Sisko Tactical Cross - Tactical
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    The Sisko Tactical Cross is a duty post award and is awarded to those tactical officers who have shown cunning and bravery in battle. Master strategists, and experts in targeting and shield power distribution, these officers have done the impossible to save their ship and the lives of its crew.

    Lystra, USS Constitution

    Presented by Jalana Rajel: “When you are a tactical officer on a ship like the Constitution, your life is full of challenges, since we don't do much in regard of battles or space fights. Rameses has taken on that challenge when he joined us with his Secondary Character Lystra. He has shown that you don't need space battles to be a kick-butt Tactical officer, even though under his fingertips we performed one of our first Space fights on the Constitution. Rameses is never afraid to push the envelope, throw in twists and turns for the crew, but also work with them to solve the issues. Rameses is so great in his role, that he did not only get one but two nominations for this award.

    "Lystra is one of those officers that you expect is already much higher rank than they are. She is on point and always looking out for the greater good and safety of others. In our recent mission, Lystra stayed in a situation that put herself in danger in order to protect civilians and her superior officers. This type of behavior is a great example of a good, strong, tactical officer."

    "Lystra's tactics, whilst sometimes unorthodox, are always interesting and her descriptions of battle scenes are vividly imagined, bringing the story to life." I can only agree with these heartfelt comments and am happy that Rameses found his way onto the Conny.

    It's my pleasure and honor to present to him the The Sisko Tactical Cross for the great portrayal of a Tactical Officer and I can't wait to see where he'll be taking us next. Congratulations Rameses!”


    The Phoenix Award - Engineering
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    The Phoenix Award is a duty post award that recognizes engineers. Named for the vessel that legendary engineer Zefram Cochrane piloted during his historic first warp flight, this award goes to those Engineering officers who continue this tradition of excellence in the field of engineering. By performing their tasks with enthusiasm, imagination and diligence, by managing to make their equipment perform above and beyond its rated capacities, the officers meriting this award further the mission of their ship by their superior know-how. In short, miracle workers.

    Tasha MacFarlane, USS Gorkon

    Presented by Quinn Reynolds: “A miracle worker indeed! The winner of this year's Phoenix Award writes an engineer who is as ingenious as she is enthusiastic, using her engineering know-how to solve desperate situations, such as shutting down a breaching warp core, to spending her free time building a shuttle — from scratch! — to satisfy her own curiosity and personal goals.

    Engineering can be a tricky department to play, and it's not always easy to find a way to contribute to the plot without first breaking something. Tasha adroitly manages to do just that, finding all kinds of different ways to use her character's skills to do bring something new and interesting to our stories. We've seen her tinker with the artificial gravity to protect her team from advancing assailants, and most recently, create an incredible holographic disguise for the Gorkon's bridge and crew while they were masquerading as pirates. She has a deft touch, and it's always entertaining to see what she's doing to do next.

    For all of that, and more, I am delighted to be present Tasha MacFarlane with the Phoenix Award. Congratulations, Theo!”


    The Cochrane Award - Science
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    The Cochrane Award is a duty post award and is awarded to those science officers who have contributed greatly to the advance of science in the midst of their Starfleet career, by staying knowledgeable about their field, participating in the community of science, but most importantly, by placing their knowledge at the service of their ship and its mission.

    Kayla Drex, USS Eagle

    Presented by Oddas Aria: “Kayla Drex epitomizes the Science Officer role. During missions she easily interweaves the mind of a curious scientist throughout the narrative, offering suggestions and information appropriate for her position.

    Both IC and OOC Drex continually impresses, providing details and thoughts to improve writing, and realism in the science aspects of both the Ship and the Fleet. Participating in cross-fleet activities, such as SIMSCON and the SJAS, she gladly imparts her knowledge, time, and talent to the fleet as a whole, and we are lucky to have her.

    For all of these reasons I am very pleased to be able to present Kayla Drex with the Cochrane Award.”


    The Pilot's Sextant - Helm
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    The Pilot's Sextant is a duty post award that recognizes helm officers. An award named after an old Earth navigational tool, the Pilot's Sextant is given to those Helm officers who have proven themselves to be the best of the best. From finding a safe route home to flying an emergency atmospheric landing, pilots who have earned the right to this award know the importance of staying focused, and puts their ability to make spectacular maneuvers at the service of their ship and its mission.

    Chloe Waters, USS Eagle

    Presented by Oddas Aria: “Sometimes players write in such a way as to make you believe they have been doing that job forever. Mister Waters writes this way, making you believe you are alongside her as she pilots The Eagle, or whatever she has been tasked to fly.

    Chloe adds detail, action, and thought to her writing, making it a joy to read. Reading how the Eagle responds and works is a joy through her writing, and never feels redundant. It is amazing to have Chloe Waters with us, and an absolute pleasure to present her with the Pilot’s Sextant.”


    The Order of the Valiant Heart - Counseling
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    This award is given to those ship's Counselor who have shown great skill in protecting the mental health of their crewmates, clearly demonstrating superior ability to care, assist, and comfort those in need. They have gone above and beyond the call of duty in assisting their crewmates with their problems, and in preventing future problems from occurring.

    Alexander Brodie, Embassy of Duronis II

    Presented by Toni Turner: “At the Embassy Brodie performs a multitude of functions ranging from standard psychological evaluations to the more complex counseling needed when the traumas of battle become overwhelming. Due to the "head shrinker" stigma, Counselors have been a much maligned duty post, but  Counselor Alex Brodie takes his patients in a new, less threatening direction - he counsels by NOT counseling, but is adept at getting people to talk to him, and his powers of observation are excellent. He has skillfully crafted a fatherly tone whose words are consistently measured, poised – and above all – supportive both inside and outside of the consultation room. We are very fortunate to have him at the Embassy for his professionalism and caring. Congratulations, Alex!”


    The Semper Fidelis Award - Marines
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    For those StarFleet Marines who have shown great skill in protecting their crew, accomplishing their mission, avoiding tragic loss of life in the line of duty, and upholding the values of the UFoP in times of crisis.

    Gogigobo Fairhug, Starbase 118 Ops

    Presented by Sal Taybrim: “When Major Fairhug first came onboard StarBase 118 Ops, despite his character having a strong security background he was worried about taking on a marine role because he felt that marines could too easily turn into "violence first ask questions later" sorts of characters. But after thinking about it Gogi decided that he could really shape the role to his own character's pleasant. optimistic personality by emphasizing all of the special functions that marines can play from intel gathering to specialized security to search and rescue. He's done amazingly well in continuing the proud tradition of SB118 Ops' Marine force as a complex and multi-faceted force that thinks first and shoots only when necessary.

    Gogi has also gone above and beyond in reaching out to other players both who have marine PCs and pNPCs as well as players in other departments. He’s established himself not only as a strong marine, but as a leader on the crew and a character that others love collaborating with. He’s also a terrific mentor who helps groom other players to continue in his footsteps as he moved onwards towards command ensuring that StarBase 118 will not only have great leadership but a strong complex marine force that focuses on great stories for years to come. I am so proud and so happy to present this award to Major Fairhug!”


    The Black Cross - Intelligence
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    This award is given to a member of the Intelligence community that strives to accomplish the goals of Starfleet Intelligence, while simultaneously upholding the ideals and structure of Starfleet command. This person has the cunning to gather intelligence by means of deceptive dialogue or espionage, as opposed to force drawn confessions. While matters of intelligence are often game changers, this person strives to attain those goals within the boundaries of their Commanding Officer, and the regulations of Starfleet.

    Rune Jolara, USS Columbia

    Presented by Theo Whittaker: “I am extremely proud to present this award to Rune Jolara. Given to those who are adept at playing the role of Intelligence Officer. Kait, the player of Columbia’s chief of intelligence, has spent a great deal of her time with the fleet operating from the shadows. After all this time, she still manages to write the role in a realistic and engaging way. She is not a super-spy a la James Bond but nor she is an unethical operative undermining the core values of the Federation. She is instead a master analyst who can parse a situation with relative ease yet still throw up roadblocks for us to surmount. Skilled at threat assessment and getting to the truth, there is nobody I trust more to suss out the hidden dangers of the Sagittarius Reach both IC and OOC. Rune has become a close adviser to Theo and an integral part of the Columbia’s voyages in the distant Sagittarius Reach.”


    The Lwaxana Troi Medallion - Non-traditional roles
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    This award is given to a member who takes a unique role outside of the normal StarFleet positions and creates a colorful and engaging character.

    Toryn Raga, USS Atlantis

    Presented by Brell: “Lt Commander Toryn Raga, has in his role of Mission Specialist shone amazing adaptability in filling this multifaceted position. Mission Specialist is a little of this and a little of that working with any department on the ship. Raga was well prepared for this being formerly the head of security and for short time acting chief of Atlantis' Marines detachment.

    His dedication to moving plot forward and facilitating the writing of others using his position is displayed in his sims time and time again. His character is the core that stays with him from position to position and always colors his actions making for richly detailed lively reading.

    It is my pleasure and honor to present him with The Lwaxana Troi Medallion, Well earned Raga!”


    The Strange Medallion - First Officer
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    Named after Commander Sally Strange, widely known as one of the most creative and dedicated First Officers in the fleet's early years, this award is given to those who perform above the call of duty in the position of First Officer.

    Jarred Thoran, USS Columbia

    Presented by Theo Whittaker: “Where, oh where, do I start with Jarred Thoran? Saying that Jarred performs “above the call of duty” is an understatement of galactic proportions. I have been proud and privileged to watch this outstanding officer grow and thrive as Columbia’s first officer (and before that, on the Blackwell). A dedicated man of honour and duty, nothing is ever too much trouble for him: whether it be leading a rescue of a certain starship captain from the clutches of augments, leading the charge against mercenaries or willingly leading a team in to danger against near-omnipotent espers changed by their exposure to the galactic barrier. He has won the respect of every member of the Columbia’s crew complement and everybody looks up to him as an inspirational leader. One day, he is going to be an extraordinary commanding officer- of that I have no absolutely no doubt. But for now, let us celebrate the career of this remarkable man. Congratulations, Jarred!”


    Please join us in congratulating these talented players!

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  10. Congratulations to you all - some truly inspiring write ups there!! 

    @Luna Walker & @Kelrod 15 years is an absolutely mind blowing length of time to have been here - I can only imagine the things your characters have seen during their tenure here.

    @Groznin Smith Again - congratulations and thank you for all you do to bring in new members. 

    @Jo Marshall Don't think that this recognition in any validates you always turning the class into a Lovecraftian horror tale :D

    @Theo Whittaker You never cease to amaze me in everything you do!

    @Kali Nicholotti Wow, congratulations - that is one legacy to leave behind, and i'm sure countless members are grateful to have the opportunity to have such beautiful avatars - all because you set up the Image Collective!

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  11. A wonderful reunion - truly a joy to read from @Sal Taybrim & @Theo Whittaker

     

    ((Ready Room - Deck One - USS Columbia))

    ((Time Index: Two days after Columbia leaves the Spiral Nebula))

    ::From the porthole in his ready room, Theo watched the Columbia slipping into orbit of Delta Vega I, slowly gently rolling into place  until the orb of the red-brown planet appeared as a slim crescent across the bottom of the narrow window. He sipped his chamomile tea as he felt the tension of the past day evaporating from his body. Kaironn was in custody, the ancient Tkon relics were back in the hands of those who would not abuse them (although the question of where they would be studied- aboard Columbia or on Dehner Base) remained ‘up in the air’) and he had reached an understanding with Professor Sellards- albeit a tenuous one. Yet he had not been able to relax until that moment.::

    ::He could, in short, rest easy again.::

    Pran: =/\= Bridge to Captain Whittaker. We have entered orbit of Delta Vega I.=/\= ::came the voice of the Security Officer. =/\=And I also have Fleet Captain Taybrim on subspace.=/\=

    ::That brought a warm smile to Theo’s face and he turned from the porthole and set the tea cup down on his desk. Word had reached him courtesy of a subspace data burst from Starfleet Command that his former Captain, mentor and close friend had recieved a well deserved (and much overdue, in Theo’s eyes) promotion to Fleet Captain. Even after a year, Theo missed the Betazoid commanding officer of StarBase 118. Given Columbia’s distant assignment, the chances for the two of them to talk were limited. But this was one conversation that he would have moved heaven and earth to have.::

    Whittaker: =/\= Thank you, Lieutenant. =/\= ::he replied, sinking in to the comfortable, high backed chair behind the desk. =/\= Transfer the Fleet Captain through to my ready room.=/\=

    Pran: =/\= Aye sir. =/\= :: she closed the channel at the same time that his desktop monitor activated, the symbol of Starfleet’s Communications Research Division displayed up on it.::

    ::The symbol was very quickly replaced by the smiling visage, ginger hair and twinkling black eyes of a man that Theo respected as one of the fleet’s greatest captains and loved like a brother. His smile, already wide, transformed into a proud grin as his eyes fell on the thin gold bar below the four rank pips attached to the red collar of his uniform.::

    Whittaker: Hello Sal! ::he said, his joy and pride drenching his every word.:: Congratulations!

    Taybrim: =/\= Hello Theo! =/\=  ::Sal has that same open, warm smile that Theo remembered::

    Whittaker: ::with a snicker, he could not help but add:: Does this mean Mirra can punch you in the face now?

    ::Two years before Mirra- never one to hold back with her opinion- had struck Commodore Allan Kinney, the corrupt Sector Commander who had been spreading disinformation against the crew of StarBase 118. He had been in the pocket of the resurgent Orion Syndicate who were attempting to gain a foothold in the Trinity Sector and once uncovered, Mirra had taken matters into her own hand. It had become something of a local legend in that part of space- not to mention a running joke between Taybrim, Theo and his Diplomatic Officer.::

    Taybrim: ::Sal clicked his tongue at Whittaker:: =/\= I’m not a Commodore… yet =/\=  ::Dark eyes sparkled, he was amused by that.:: =/\= But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t visit! =/\=

    Whittaker: If only I could, old friend. Columbia is exploring the very edge of the galaxy and we don’t have a transport ship due to visit Dehner Base for two weeks I’m afraid! We are even too far out to use real-time holo-communication technology. ::he said ruefully, remembering how Captain Brell of the Atlantis had utilised it to great effect for his own promotion party.:: So I’m afraid, good old fashioned subspace communications will have to suffice for now.

    ::Sal gave a soft smile.  He understood the limitations - which was regrettable and yet realistic.  Then again he had largely eschewed a party as well. He had attended many ostentatious parties and despite the fact that he was a social butterfly, Sal Taybrim was also not an attention-seeking personality.  A small formal affair was enough.::

    Taybrim: =/\= Subspace communication works fine.  Though I still think you should come back and pay a visit.  Not for an occasion, just for old times sake. =/\= ::He smiled gently, light sparkling in his dark eyes.::

    Whittaker: I promise that the next time I take shore leave- forced or voluntarily- I will pay you visit on my way to wherever I end up. ::he chuckled.:: How is the station doing these days? Scuttlebutt around the fleet is that you got an invitation to go targ hunting? ::he had a hard time picturing Sal Taybrim hunting the small Klingon beasties.::  Was Admiral Hauke punishing you? ::he added with a smirk.::

    Taybrim: =/\= Oh, no.  We were targ hunting by invitation. =/\=  ::he smiled mysteriously:: =/\= You know all that fancy diplomatic stuff including gagh and bloodwine and targs.  It was invigorating!=/\=

    Whittaker: I’ve seen images of targ hunts in books before and… the smell alone…. ::he said with a mock shiver.:: Maybe I transferred elsewhere at the right time. ::his eyes twinkled with mirth.::

    Taybrim: =/\= Well, yes it did take a few sonic showers to get the smell of wet targ out.  But with enough bloodwine you start thinking that eau de targ is a good combination!=/\= ::he grinned merrily.::

    Whittaker: You know that bloodwine and I do not get along! ::this time the shiver was authentic. StarBase 118 had a Klingon drinking establishment known as The Bat’leth and there had been one rather heavy night there…… he didn’t like to think about it.::

    Taybrim: =/\= You know scuttlebutt around the fleet says you are dealing with more pirates…=/\=

    ::Not just pirates.  More pirates.::

    ::Theo sat back in his chair and nodded. It had only been a few days since the situation with Kaironn had come to its conclusion and while life aboard Columbia had all but returned to normal, the events of New Years Day were still fresh in everyone’s minds.::

    Whittaker: Sometimes, Sal, I fear that my lot in life is to spend my days rounding up marauding criminals. ::beat.:: The scuttlebutt is correct, although there were nowhere near the level of Chennel, thank goodness. They stole some archeological samples from Dehner Base and ambushed us. Took out a fair few of our systems before we could respond.

    ::That got the ginger Betazoid’s brows perked.  Archaeological samples? Who stole Archaeological samples?  That was something he thought of as quite the mystery to be solved.::

    Taybrim: =/\= What happened after you engaged? =/\=

    Whittaker: We managed to retrieve the samples after we chased them to a nearby Nebula and we’ve now got their Captain in our brig. ::it felt good to be able to say that.:: All is well that ends well, no?

    Taybrim: =/\= Hopefully! =/\=  ::he said optimistically:: =/\= My curious question would be - why did they want archaeological samples?

    Whittaker: They were intending to sell them on the local black market, I imagine.

    ::He worded himself carefully, not entirely sure whether he should divulge the nature of Professor Jev’s relics. He knew that Sal would not go off shouting his mouth about the discovery of several artefacts from one of the galaxy’s most advanced races- but had still yet to hear from Starfleet Command about how they wanted to proceed with them. If they wanted to suppress their true nature (Theo could not blame them given how fearsome Tkon technology had been)- then he did not want to get on their bad side by detailing everything to Sal.::

    Taybrim: =/\= Curious, indeed. =/\= ::he nodded, considering the information:: =/\= Maybe I’m paranoid because of that big imposing intel tower in my attic. =/\= ::he took the opportunity to laugh a little at himself.  He wasn’t by nature a paranoid person, but he never did trust criminals - especially after Chennel.::

    ::He smiled at that, thinking about how Aitas- 118’s current Chief of Intelligence had managed to integrate the Intelligence Tower into the daily life of the station, rather than remaining hidden in shadows. Of course, operational security was a necessity and those not cleared to enter the tower did not gain access but the Tower worked much closer with Ops than ever before.::

    Whittaker: Aitas is not that bad. ::he chuckled.:: How is the station? Any big developments? Is Mrs. Anders still prowling about? ::he suppressed a shiver at the memory of the terrifying woman who had almost become his mother-in-law.

    Taybrim: =/\= Oh, not too much has changed =/\= ::he chuckled:: =/\= Taelon returned to us… after a sticky trip through time.  El-Aurians… =/\= ::he shook his head::

    ::Theo straightened in his chair at that little morsel of information. He and Taelon had been almost involved prior to his assignment to the Blackwell, although it had ended prematurely- not to mention poorly, as Theo had no idea how to broach the subject.::

    Whittaker: Oh...

    Taybrim: ::Carefully, speaking gently:: =/\= He has a daughter now… =/\=

    Whittaker: ::he blinked several times before responding.:: Oh… ::he repeated.:: I did not see that coming. ::he shook his head.::  H-How is he….? ::he almost did not want to know.::

    Taybrim: =/\=He is OK.  Surprisingly good for living on a Klingon ship for a decade.=/\=  ::Sal’s tone said there was more to that story, but it was more in the sense that it was likely better said face to face with strong drinks.  Which was a luxury that wasn’t always available to Starfleet officers.::

    ::A Klingon ship for over a decade. Theo knew there was more to the story that Sal was willing to let on, which made him wonder whether Taelon had been treated well by the Empire… he hoped that he had, but realised that it would not be as cut and dried as that.::

    Whittaker: I see.. ::he said slowly.:: Send him my best when you get a moment, would you? I know that I did not treat him well after my departure from the station-, but I want nothing but the best for him and his daughter. ::he meant that- every word.::

    ::Sal smiled gently at that::

    Taybrim: =/\=I know, and I will tell him=/\=  ::he paused and allowed the moment to linger before spekaing:: =/\= How have you been, Theo?  How is the Columbia? =/\=

    Whittaker: There is plenty new with Columbia besides pirates.. ::he said, glad to be moving on from the topic of Taelon.:: Uprated sensors, new laboratories… she’s practically a whole new ship. She’s a testbed for the Nebula-class becoming long range exploration and reconnaissance vessels. ::beat:: No wonder they put me in the big chair, being an engineer. ::he chuckled.::

    Taybrim: =/\=I’m so very glad that the Columbia is a leading ship in the fleet again=/\=  ::he smiled fondly. They both had good memories of the Columbia, though the ship had always been Theo’s baby.::

    Whittaker: As am I, Sal. As am I. I still have to pinch myself whenever I think that Starfleet gave her to me- but I’m sure that will pass. ::he smiled.::

    Taybrim: =/\= But, more to the point, how are you, Theo?  Personally how are things? How is Mirra treating you?=/\=

    Whittaker: I don’t think she likes the fact that she’s no longer cleared to tamper with my replicator now she is serving as a diplomat. ::he chortled at that.:: I’m doing well on the whole. I feel more comfortable in the centre seat than I ever have before- even if I could do without Professor Sellards from Dehner Base breathing fire every time we clash. ::that made his smile falter.:: But I am hopeful that we’ve reached some sort of understanding.

    Taybrim: =/\= Oh, really? =/\=  ::he prodded gently for more information.::

    ::He sat back in his chair and looked away from the screen for several seconds before he looked back at the ginger haired man on his desktop monitor.::

    Whittaker: She doesn’t trust us and she kept some rather crucial information about the archeological samples hidden until one of her colleagues revealed their true nature. ::he hesitated for a moment, wondering whether he should divulge the situation with Sellards- deciding he needed to vent to a neutral party, he pressed on.:: Her uncle was involved in the Pegasus disaster and lost his life. It essentially tore her family apart and she has spent a great deal of time resenting Starfleet. We’ve clashed a number of times over operational concerns, although I’m hopeful that our encounter with the pirates has made her see that Starfleet isn’t just a group of moustache-twirling villains who operate in the shadows.

    Taybrim: =/\= Starfleet is a very varied organization and you have the chance to show her the very best side of it =/\=  ::he said with a smile of encouragement.::

    Whittaker: If she will let us. ::despite their acrimonious beginning, Theo remained hopeful that he could prove to her that Starfleet was not the organisation she thought she was.

    Taybrim: =/\= Of course it will take time.  But if she values honestly, and steadfast support she’ll find no better crew than you and yours.=/\=

    Whittaker: That’s most kind of you to say so, Sal. ::he was about to reply when a message flashed up in the corner of his screen. With a frown and a sigh he realised that he was needed elsewhere and that he would have to end the call with his dear friend.:: Looks like I have a staff meeting I need to oversee. I hate to cut this short, but you know what it’s like at the top. ::he smiled at the Betazoid.:: Next time I’m back in Federation space- I’ll be dropping by to see how the old girl is doing. Take care of yourself, Sal.

    ::Theo leaned forward and terminated the call. For a second, he thought fondly of the man who had helped to mould him into the Captain he was. How far he had come since Sal Taybrim had lured him to the darkened engine room of the Columbia and asked him to jump off the proverbial cliff! They had been through much together and out of it had blossomed a wonderful, much cherished friendship. Theo was proud for his dear friend. Fleet Captain… nobody deserved it more.::

    ::And with that moment passed, Theo got to his feet and headed to his staff meeting, and wondered what misadventures the twinkling black eyes of Sal Taybrim would find themselves in next.::

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    Captain Theo M. Whittaker

    Commanding Officer

    USS Columbia

    NCC 85279

    ID: C239203TW0

    &

    Fleet Captain Sal Taybrim

    Commanding Officer

    StarBase 118 Operations

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