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Alleran Tan

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  1. You can do it however you like- whatever style takes your fancy. Some people do them in "sim format", others do narrative style. Whatever you feel most comfortable with and whatever serves your story best.
  2. Woot! Better late than never- welcome to the fleet!
  3. ((Main Sickbay, USS Independence-A)) ::It seemed to be a typical day in sickbay. Chief Medical Officer Tenzin Zhou was giving some last minute guidelines about the operations of the Independence's medical facilities to Nurse Faryul. They were engaged in their usual banter, with her teasing him. It would all have been typical except for the doctor's clothing, which was decidely not Starfleet regulation and was the current object of the nurse's ridicule.:: Zhou: I really don't see what's so funny about it. ::Faryul tried to stifle her laughter by covering her wide grin. She was only partially successful.:: Faryul: I'm sorry, doc. You're right. There's nothing funny about your manbag. ::The doctor frowned.:: Zhou: Ah, aren't you ever the mature one, Nishal. ::The nurse just smiled back innocently as the doctor continued.:: Zhou: Well, I checked, and this "manbag" is considered highly useful for the modern backpacker, and the shopkeeper on DS17 told me it's quite the trend back on Antica. Faryul: The poor Anticans. Someone should let them know. ::Zhou ignored the bait and walked towards the biobed of "Jane Doe.":: Zhou: Anyway... anything new to report? Faryul: ::stepping up to the biobed beside Zhou:: Nope. Sleeping Beauty remains fast asleep. Zhou: ::turns to his nurse:: Earth fairy tales are another one of your interests? Faryul: ::gives a puzzled look:: Earth fairy tales? What are you talking about? The Sleeping Beauty and the Prince of Dreams is one of the greatest works of Bajor. Zhou: ::returns the puzzled look before smiling nervously:: Ah...yes...the Prince of Dreams...anyway, I don't suppose she responded to any of the other treatments. Faryul: Well, you could always try giving her a kiss. Zhou: Ahem. Faryul: Don't worry. I won't tell your wife. ::The doctor furrowed his brow and tried to give his nurse a look of disapproval, but she simply stared back at him with her usual smile. Finally, he relaxed his frown and sighed.:: Zhou: ...okay. I'm going to leave now. You know I promised Mitul the day off, and until the other doctors show up, sickbay is in your care. Please don't make me regret that. Faryul: I know. You already have too much to regret. Like purchasing that manbag. Zhou: I'll miss you, too, Nishal. ((Outside Ehlanii's office)) ::Doctor Zhou was worried he would be late for the meeting. Too much chatting with Nishal, he noted as he arrived at the first officer's office. From afar, he saw the pink hair of Lieutenant Walker, and the doctor waited as the assistant chief engineer walked up to his side and right outside the door as well.:: Zhou: Lieutenant. ::Zhou wasn't sure if he should bring up Romulus or not and decided to be cautious and avoid the subject. He allowed the Lieutenant to ring the chime. The door opened and a voice greeted them. Zhou simply nodded in acknowledgement.:: Kobylarz: Welcome to the party. Ehlanii: We're almost all here. ::Within moments, Ensign Stark arrived.:: Ehlanii: Good. We can get started. We'll have one more joining us, a Marine Sergeant Somers, but she required time to change into civilian garb. ::She rubbed her forehead ridges.:: Our job is to determine the FTU's contact on the surface and locate them. We'll be beaming down here. ::The First Officer turned her PADD towards the assembled team:: Ehlanii: I'd like to hear some ideas. Kobylarz: Well the obvious one would be to walk in there and ask the local bar keep for the local drug dealer... ::The commander nodded, a slight smile on her face.:: Ehlanii: A good idea, Mr. Kobylarz. Any others? Stark: Some surveillance wouldn't hurt. Watch the area we know the activities may take place. Zhou: Storing drugs like these would require a secure facility with the proper preservation tools. We should look for installations that seem to be drawing a higher amount of power than the surrounding area, especially those that seem a bit remote. I doubt they'd try to operate in proximity to the colony's main population centers. ::The chime rang and without looking up, Karynn answered.:: Ehlanii: Enter. K. Somers: All ready Sir. Greetings Sirs, I must apologize in advance, I am not trained in the finer arts of conversation, I never wanted to or attend Starfleet Academy, so if my speech is a little different, please be aware that I am actually nervous. Kobylarz: Nervous? A marine sergeant? Ehlanii: Glad to have you with us Sergeant Somers. K. Somers: Thank you Sir. To answer my last comment, I am not a novice in away missions, it is just my first time doing such a mission from a ship with the reputation that the Independence-A has, its has me kind of edgy. ::She held her hands up in surprise.:: K. Somers: I have heard nothing but good things about the ship. ::beat:: Also the message I got from Marine Captain Somers did not mention anything about Civilian clothing, going from the brief message she sent and reading between the lines, I think she had an argument with someone and was feeling embarrassed. Do you know anyone who she has the occasional heated arguments with Sirs? Zhou: ::looking at the others:: Um... K. Somers: So again I am sorry for my prior lack or readiness, I am covering all aspects, I will shut up now. Ehlanii: ::clears her throat:: Mr. Somers, this is neither the time nor the place for a discussion on who your sister argues with. ::An uneasy silence fell upon the room.:: Zhou: oO Sweet mercy, do I hate meetings... Hmmm, is this bag really that ridiculous looking? Nishal was just kidding right? Sometimes, I wonder what's going on inside that head of hers, especially when she mentioned that time when she- Oo Kobylarz: Light load you got there, hope you brought a change of clothes we may be there a few days. K. Somers: ::Looking at the Lieutenant with a smile:: I have a one-piece matte black Marine Spec Ops jumpsuit under these clothes Lieutenant, it is a self sufficient unit and a custom made one, it will shrug off any dirt or such and will keep my body dry and warm should I end up in liquid... Zhou: oO I wonder what kind of food they'll have down there. Oo K. Somers: ...So I can easily wash my other clothes... Zhou: oO Actually, a drink wouldn't be bad either. Lieutenant Kobylarz mentioned a bar, didn't he? Maybe I'll tag along with him. Oo K. Somers: ...besides Sir as a Marine we are taught to make do with what we have. If we had time I would briefly tell you of this onetime my unit was on an extended Recon mission... Zhou: oO Mmmmm, bourbon. Oo K. Somers: ::playful sigh:: ...but that's a story for another time. Ehlanii: Yes it is, Mr. Somers. Right now we should turn our attention to the task at hand as we're already behind. Zhou: oO Sweet, sweet bourbon... wait, what? Oh! Oo ::looks around and clears his throat:: Yes, please continue, commander. ::Ehlanii began speaking again, giving orders, and Kobylarz and Somers had another discussion before the commander interjected.:: Ehlanii: I think its time we head to the transporter room. Mr. Somers, briefly our mission is to locate the FTU's contact on the planet. Let's go. Zhou: Lead the way, commander. ::And with that, the doctor followed the commander to the transporter, leaving thoughts of sweet bourbon--and his manbag--behind in the commander's office. Lieutenant Tenzin Zhou Chief Medical Officer USS Independence-A
  4. Woo hoo! Welcome to the fleet! Grats on your graduation!
  5. Nicely done on Dranzer's image! :D

  6. That wasn't mine, actually! I had completed mine, but Mister Saveron beat me to it- and his is nicer. :)

  7. Oooh, interesting! I'm looking forward to this.
  8. :: Gasp :: Really? That would explain a few things :: Nods :: Fascinating, I am curious to know now if the other really active member of our team was a ghost now! :: Laughs :: How did you find that out, did they tell you after you graduated or did you have to spy on your commanding officers? Oh and your secret is safe with me, no worries there, you can always trust a Cardassian with your secrets :: Winks :: Haha... well, if they weren't listed on the graduated cadets list (there was an announcement for both classes), they either failed (unlikely if they were active!) or they were a ghost. If you ask the CO of your cadet cruise very nicely they might let you know who simmed that cadet.
  9. I'll let you in on a little secret! *whispers* To provide cadets with good examples, characters to bounce ideas off and other things, sometimes experienced writers in the Fleet are asked to ghost-write cadets to make up the numbers. There were five cadets in my academy class, but only two of them were "new" characters! Hush hush though!
  10. Damaer, Kelly, Adan- welcome to the fleet! You guys are gonna rock whatever ship you each end up on!
  11. Woo hoo! Welcome to the fleet, Ensign Wakeman! Looking forward to seeing you around!
  12. Hi Dranzer,

    I've been working on the Cardassian pic! Unfortunately, it is, as I anticipated, very difficult. I try to maintain a high level of quality with these things, so if it doesn't work out I tend to hide it away in the dark corners of my file server. :)

    I'll keep working on it and see what I can come up with!

  13. Sounds good! :) Did you have anyone in mind? If not, I can suggest someone- although a few hints would probably be useful!

    I don't mind a lot of 'back and forth' regarding this- I know you want it to be right! :)

  14. Hi Dranzer,

    Generally what we do is we get a "celebrity" to play the character- this gives us a lot more flexibility when it comes to different pictures. :) Radi Rais, for instance, is played by Brian J. Smith (who also played SG:U's Matthew Scott).

    If you had a specific picture, however, I can work with that too! :) It can be emailed to me at sasayaki@gmai...

  15. Hello Dranzer!

    I've been approached by Fleet Captain Riley about making a Cardassian avatar for your character. I've not done anything quite so ambitious yet, but I'm always up for a challenge!

    A sample of the work I've done so far is here:

    http://www.wiki.starbase118.net/wiki/index.php?title=T'tala

    I'm happy to help ...

  16. ---- Lt. Commander David Whale Chief of Security USS Constitution http://wiki.starbase118.net/wiki/index.php?title=Whale,_David & Doctor Fiona Shelley Currently on leave http://wiki.starbase118.net/wiki/index.php?title=Shelley,_Fiona ----- “Every man dies. Not every man really lives.” – William Wallace “He who has a why to live can bear almost any how.” – Friedrich Nietzsche (( Starfleet Veterans Hospital, Earth )) :: It was surprising how little the hospital had changed since she’d last been there. Granted, it hadn’t been all that long -- Shelley had resigned her position as Assistant Director of Emergency care in late 2385 -- but she had still expected SOME changes. New furniture, maybe a replacement for that horrid pea-green tile in the foyer. But it all seemed to be the same and it made her wonder whether the SVH was having another one of its funding crises. During her tenure at the hospital, they’d gone through a period where they couldn’t get approval for anything beyond the necessities and while they’d never been given a reason for it, they had all assumed it was because of the vast amount of resources Starfleet was dumping into the war with the Gorn that was going on at the time. :: Otumbé: Well, well... if it isn’t our adventure-seeking Doctor Shelley. :: Turning around, Shelley smiled. Indira Otumbé was one of only a handful of people at the SVH that Shelley could really call a friend. The pair had started working at the hospital within days of each other -- Shelley in emergency care and Otumbé in the mental health department -- and had had a standing “coffee date,” as Otumbé called them, every Tuesday. :: Shelley: Indira. Otumbé: Fiona. :: They embraced and Otumbé patted Shelley on the shoulder. :: Otumbé: And how are you doing? How is your life of adventure in Starfleet? Shelley: A little too adventurous at times. Otumbé: And yet you stay? :: She winked. Shelley chuckled. :: Shelley: And yet I stay. :: beat :: Don’t psychoanalyze me, Indira. :: The other woman laughed a deep, rolling laugh. It was the kind of knowing laugh that said no psychoanalysis was needed. :: Otumbé: Coffee? Shelley: How about tea? :: She was thankful for the change in subject. :: Otumbé: Tea? When did you start drinkng tea, girl? Your blood used to be seventy-five percent Columbian Bold. :: Tea was David’s drink. This was going way too far. :: Shelley: Just testing you. :: Liar. :: Shelley: Coffee would be great. Otumbé: I just need to drop this off :: she held up a padd :: and I’m free and clear for an hour. :: With a smile and a nod, Shelley followed her friend through the maze of corridors that made up SVH. :: Otumbé: You know, with you popping in today too, it’s like there’s a reunion that no one told us about. :: Shelley frowned. Reunion? The duo had come to a large room filled with video monitors. Most showed empty rooms, but a couple showed two people seated at a clean white table opposite each other. :: Shelley: Sorry, I don’t follow... :: Otumbé nodded toward one of the screens. :: Otumbé: The Ackerman Event. That’s David Whale -- he came in to visit Alton Vines. :: Shelley’s attention snapped to the screen. Of course. Now that she was actually looking, of course it was David. And she should have recognized Vines, he supposed, but he looked so much older than she remembered. Vines had been the chief engineer of the USS Ackerman and had been one of only three people to survive the disaster. He and Whale were the only two still among the living today. :: Otumbé: You all right, Fiona? You look- Intercom: Doctor Otumbé, please report to Central. Repeat, Doctor Otumbé to Central. Otumbé: [...] it. :: beat :: Sorry, I’ll make this as quick as I can. :: Shelley offered her friend a sympathetic smile -- she knew what hospital life was like, she understood -- but Otumbé wasn’t even fully out the door when Shelley returned her attention to the screen. Then she began looking around for the audio button. The mental health ward at SVH had always monitored the visiting rooms -- they had to in order to make sure nothing was said or done that would agitate the patients (or worse) -- so she knew there would be a way to listen in on- Ah. There it was. She hit the button. :: Whale: ...inking about it a lot lately. (( Visitation Room )) Whale: I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately. :: He sighed and looked across the table. Alton Vines -- formerly Lieutenant Commander Alton Vines, chief engineer of the USS Ackerman -- stared blankly at the shiny white tabletop, little comprehension or recognition in his eyes, his mouth slack, with a tiny little string of drool hanging from his lip. :: Whale: Wondering what my life would have been like if it hadn’t happened. What it would be like if I could go back now. :: If it was possible, Vines seemed to have gotten even worse than when Whale had last seen him three years ago. Though he would only have been in his mid-sixites, the man was haggard and pale, his hair -- which had been greying and receding even back on the Ackerman -- was now nothing more than a few pathetic white whisps. As he sat in his wheelchair, slumped forward, he looked positively ancient. :: Whale: Frell it, I don’t know. :: pause :: I don’t even know if you can hear me or if I’m just talking to myself. :: Sighing, he rubbed at his face with both hands. :: Whale: We had some pretty good adventures, didn’t we? We had the best ship in the fleet -- hell with what Kirk said about his old bucket, the Ackerman was always the best of the Constitution Class. You made sure of that. :: Maybe it was his imagination, but Whale thought he may have seen a slight twinge of recognition from Vines. Maybe the infamous pride of an engineer was still in there somewhere. But then again, maybe “the old days” wasn’t the best topic of conversation. Despite surviving the Ackerman Event, Vines had been horribly scarred, emotionally, and had almost entirely shut down from day one. While Whale had lost a great deal due to the tragedy, Vines had lost so much more. He’d lost his wife of thirty-five years. He’d lost his three grown children. He’d lost his four grandchildren. When he woke up in the 24th century and learned they were all gone, he’d had a breakdown from which he’d never recovered -- and from which he was never expected to recover. He was a permanent resident of the Starfleet Veterans Hospital and when he finally left, it would be in a box. :: Whale: But the ship I’m on now is pretty good, too. USS Constitution. Galaxy Class. Big bugger -- three times the size of the Ackerman, easily. Engineering covers three decks. You’d love it. :: No response :: Whale: Sorry, I’d give you specifics, but you know how I could never remember anything engineering-related? Yeah. Well, I haven’t improved any in that area. :: For a moment they just sat in silence, Whale watching Vines for any sign of comprehension and Vines staring blankly at nothing at all. :: Whale: I really wish you could give me some kind of sign that you can even hear me. ::pause:: Life’s been very... complicated. Very complicated lately. :: Sighing, Whale leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. :: Whale: I just feel like I can’t even catch my breath anymore. I almost get killed every time I take a frelling step. I’m so... I don’t know. So out of it. So disconnected. All these people I’m working with, they have all these shared experiences, they have fist-hand knowledge of planets and aliens that we hadn’t even made contact with yet in our day. :: He paused for a moment to collect his thoughts. :: Whale: I feel like a gorram anachronism. I don’t belong here. Never will. :: There was still no reaction from across the table, aside from a small twitch of the upper lip. :: Whale: And I can’ go back -- I can’t go back in time and resume my old life. :: pause :: I can’t go back and I can’t move forward. So what hell am I supposed to do, Vines? What the hell am I supposed to do? :: He looked to Vines, hoping for something -- for anything -- but the broken old man just continued to sit there, his breath rattling in his chest. :: Whale: Niou-Se, I don’t even know what I’m doing here. :: Another sigh; another long moment staring at the wall, his shoes, the table -- anything but the broken remnants of a man seated in front of him. Why Vines was essentially a vegetable while Whale himself was fine -- well, “fine” was a relative term, wasn’t it? -- was anyone’s guess. All kinds of counsellors had put forward all kinds of hypotheses -- some even got published for it, the self-aggrandizing turds -- but Whale found all of their reasons far too complicated. They were all engaging in intellectual [...]ion. The real reason Whale came out of the Ackerman Event was the same reason it happened in the first place -- a cosmic toss of the frelling dice. It was luck. :: :: Pushing his chair back, Whale stood. there was no point in continuing this. Whale was pretty much the only one in the room. :: Whale: I’ll come by to see you again next time I’m in town. :: Which would probably be in another two years. :: :: Shaking his head slightly, Whale began to head out, but as he passed Vines, something brushed his hand. And then he felt a grip -- weak, frail, but a grip nonetheless -- on his left hand. Looking down, he saw the terribly thin, pale fingers of Alton Vines wrapped loosely around his own. :: Vines: ...Whale. :: The voice could barely be considered a whisper. It was like the sound of sand flowing through the neck of an hourglass -- just a soft, rolling rasp. :: Vines: ...don’t... :: Frowning, Whale knelt beside his former crew mate. :: Whale: What? Don’t what? Vines: ...feel guilty. :: pause :: ...for surviving. Whale: Vines, I just feel- :: The grip tightened momentarily. :: Vines: ...shut up. Grown-ups are talking... :: pause :: You have a second chance, Whale. Make it count. (( Observation Room )) :: At some point during the exchange, Shelley had found herself fighting back tears. All the horrible things she’d thought about Whale over the past sixty days, all the nasty things she wanted to say to him... none of them seemed to really matter that much anymore. She’d been here at the SVH when the Ackerman survivors had been brought in, but she’d only really ever dealt with their physical injuries. Yes, she’d known there would be some psychological trauma, but the DEPTH of that trauma... she hadn’t even understood it in Whale, a man she considered such a close friend. :: Otumbé: Okay, sorry about that. We can... Fiona? What’s the matter? :: Quickly wiping away the tears, Shelley turned to her friend and smiled. :: Shelley: Just remembering some things. I’m fine. :: Otumbé nodded and glanced up at the monitor, where Whale was still kneeling beside Vines. :: Otumbé: You know, I took a peek at his personnel file. He’s a Lieutenant Commander now, Whale is, and he’s survived quite a few crises. :: beat :: If I believed in god, I’d say he had an angel watching over him. :: Shelley just forced a smile. :: Otumbé: God or not, SOMEONE loves that guy. Shelley: Yes... :: She flicked another glance at the screen. :: Shelley: Yes. Someone. =============================== TBC
  17. Welcome back all! Well, here in Australia things are recovering from a series of fires and floods throughout the country, by and large. Fortunately I was in none of the affected areas. The weather where I am has been raining non-stop for about three weeks, but it's finally clearing up.
  18. ((FltCapt. Sidney Riley's Quarters, USS Independence-A)) ::Night brings darkness...that was one thing about space, there was always darkness. The Terran/Deltan sat with her legs pulled up on the couch, her arms around them and her head resting on her knees. Her eyes were closed, but she wasn't anywhere near asleep. A single tear ran down her left cheek and dropped unceremoniously onto her leg. A few moments later another escaped her eye lid and repeated the process, like the drip of a faucet you would leave on so the pipes don't freeze in the winter.:: ::Cold, that was another word for space. Cold, dark and lonely...:: ::She opened her bright green eyes, in the darkness they looked a melancholy forest green. She looked over to Belleau's room. The door was cracked open and a small stream of light from the nightlight encroached upon the darkness like a sword, slashing at the shadows. Belleau would be fast asleep, besides, she couldn't unload her thoughts to a child.:: ::Childhood was a special time, one of magical worlds and fantasies, often shattered by life on a starship and the hardships of space. Still Belleau deserved her childhood, she didn't need to hear of adult troubles, of lives lost and of the empty loneliness the Terran/Deltan felt in that moment. So many had died again...again...that was the word. Usually when things were repetitive they got easier...not this...not death. With each passing, each mysterious disappearance...they ate away at the soul taking little pieces with them.:: ::Moving her legs quickly she stood up, embracing the darkness surrounding her. She walked over to replicator, the lights of the machine casting even more shadows around her.:: RILEY: Hot chocolate with Irish Cream. ::A soft hum filled the room and the mug appeared on the shelf. Taking it lightly with both hands she held it up to her nose, drinking in the smell of the delicious liquid. She took a small sip and turned back towards the window, back towards the stars. After a moment she noticed a flashing light coming from the computer monitor.:: RILEY: oO How long has it been since I checked my messages?Oo ::She walked slowly over to the monitor and called out.:: RILEY: Computer, bring lights up to half illumination. Access personal messages for Fleet Captain Sidney Riley. ::It only took a moment before the messages appeared on the screen. Her eyes scanned the long list of reports, and fell on three messages, one was from Maharet, her half sister on Earth, the other from Shannon. Sidney practically rolled her eyes. Shaking her head she looked back at the screen. The other was from Lieutenant JG Alleran Tan.:: ::Sidney took in a sharp breath. She'd heard Alleran was on Devinon V, working and attending counseling sessions. She had heard his progress was good.:: RILEY: Computer access message from Lieutenant JG Alleran Tan. ::The message appeared on screen, but it wasn't what she expected. This was more like art, a picture of two famous Starfleet officers and what appeared to be a hand written message.:: ((Begin Message)) TAN: To the Independence, Humans have the strangest customs, but this one I find to my liking. I hope everything is going well for everyone on the Independence - life on Devinon V (or as we like to call it, Nisel IV) is proving to be as interesting as I had thought. The work is hard, but it keeps me busy. My understanding is a gift is appropriate for this particular celebration. I have one picked out for most of you, but they'll have to wait until I return before I can pass them along. Merry Christmas to you all, and I hope that 2388 brings us a relief from the war and strife that have plagued us this year. - Alleran Tan P.S. Eggnog tastes GREAT - how do you make it? ((End Message)) ::Sidney couldn't help but smile. They had passed the holidays...two weeks of time they had lost in the distortions. It was something they couldn't get back. She sat back in the chair and simply stared at the screen.:: RILEY: oO Should I write him? He wouldn't want to hear from you and you know it...friendship simply isn't possible...Oo ::She sat there for a long moment debating inwardly what to do. Should she? Should she not? Would it hinder his recovery? Would it be inappropriate?:: ::Minutes passed...then several more.:: RILEY: Computer, compose written message to Lieutenant JG Alleran Tan, Devinon V. Dear Alleran... ::Pause.:: No...erase that...start over... Hello Lieutenant JG Tan. It was great to hear from you. I and the Independence crew thank you very much for your Christmas wishes. I do believe this is the first Christmas card I have received in years. I too wish you the best for 2388. I hope you are doing well on Devinon V, I wish you the best in your recovery and hope you may one day rejoin the Independence and her crew. Your Friend, Fleet Captain Sidney Riley Computer, end message...and...No wait...add... P.S. You don't want to know how they make eggnog... Computer end message... :She paused and watched the blinking message on the screen. Taking a deep breath she finally spoke.:: RILEY: Computer send message, two hour delay... ::The screen blinked and Sidney was once again staring at the two messages from her family. Maharet and Shannon. Maharet's message would contain information about the Riley family back home...Shannon's... well, there really as no telling what would be in Shannon's message. The Captain sighed.:: RILEY: Computer access message from Shannon Riley. ::Quite suddenly the screen filled with the image of Sidney Riley's twin sister. She looked distressed and quite tired. A concerned expression crossed Sidney's features.:: SHANNON: Sidney, I'm sorry to bother you...::She sniffled.:: Look, you don't know how sorry I am...but....but I'm in trouble and I need your help. I need to come back to the Independence. You've got to let me come back. I'm okay...I'm on Deep Space 17...but you've got to pick me up when you come back here. I'll explain then. ::The image blinked out of existence and Sidney tilted her head...:: RILEY: @&*@#^% Computer, video message to Shannon Riley. ::The screen blinked again.:: Shannon, it's me. Look, you need to tell me what is going on. I'm out here on a special orders and I can't get back to the station right now. You're going to have to hold out until I can get back. Look, send me a message and let me know what is going on. I'll do everything I can. I love you, Sid. Computer, send message. ::The message was sent and she reached up pushing the hair away from her eyes. Shannon was always melodramatic. It was probably nothing...most likely it was nothing and she'd be fine until they could get back. Still the message unnerved her, especially since the last time they had talked Shannon had swore never to talk with her again.:: ::Sidney reached over and took two sips of her hot chocolate with Irish Cream, setting it down she accessed, the message from Maharet. It wasn't what she expected...by a long shot.:: ::Maharet looked like she was distressed and was miserably trying to hide it. The image was one she had no seen in years. Maharet was strong and never worried. The image paused and then the woman with the reddish skin began to speak.:: MAHARET: Sidney! ::Her tone was bright and obviously forced.:: It's been so long since I've talked with you...really too long. I'm sorry...things got busy and you know how things are with the family. Everyone wants to hear about you. I hope things are well. ::Maharet took a deep breath.:: I'm sure you can tell there is a reason I'm contacting you...I don't want to distress you, but I thought this was important enough to contact you. ::Another long pause.:: A Bajoran woman, ummm....Fortaine Morielle, showed up yesterday asking about you and Belleau Dioron. It seems she is related to Belleau and she has paperwork saying she was to be Belleau's legal guardian. I know you went through Starfleet for the adoption, but she's threatening to take whatever legal action she can on Bajor unless you surrender Belleau to her when you arrive back at Deep Space 17. She plans on being there when the Independence arrives. I don't have much more information Sidney. She wouldn't leave anything with me. But you need to look into this, for Belleau and for your sake. ::More distressing looks and silence filled the screen.:: I'm sorry Sidney, I wish I didn't have such bad news. I just couldn't let you go without knowing and then having that woman show up when you got back to the station. I wish the best. I love you dear sister. Always, Maharet. ::The image on the screen disappeared and Sidney simply stared at the screen for more than a few moments. It wasn't possible. The adoption had been done legally through not only Starfleet, but through the official Federation agency that dealt with both Terran and Bajoran adoptions. It took several moments for Sidney to realize she wasn't breathing. She looked over to the door and the light streaming into the darkness. Belleau was asleep, she couldn't worry her...magical worlds and fantasies would be shattered soon enough...perhaps one more night to dream...or maybe a few more.:: TBC... Fleet Captain Sidney Riley Commanding Officer USS Independence-A
  19. Me too- but I always vote! I always make a point of never voting for myself though, mostly because there are just so many very talented writers in the fleet... this time I haven't decided who I'll vote for yet. I'm inclined to vote for Whale's sim, since it's Whale and therefore awesome, but I'll have to reread and review them. Fireflies is still something I had fun writing though, for my part at least. Since it's a JP, I might be convinced to vote for it since MacKenna is awesome.
  20. Glad to see we're getting some varied responses... that was the plan, after all.
  21. Hey, happy birthday you! :)

  22. Woo hoo- welcome to the fleet, all four of you! Cheers, Alleran Tan/Radi Rais
  23. Hi all, Hope everyone enjoys the topic! I specifically 'went broad' to see what people could come up with. Looking forward to people's stories! Cheers, Tan/Rais.
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