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"Sir, I protest! I am not a Merry Man!" - Worf, TNG S4ep20 Qpid

@Regan Wilde and @Maxwell Traenor are great, yeah.

((Atlas Base - Main Gathering Hall)) The crew were gathering around the food table, but things soon were awry when a drunken crewman ended up embarrassing himself. Regan was not particularly amused and was going to escort him to the brig to cool off. No one else seemed to interject, until Commander Traenor approached sympathetically. Wilde: I'll take him up to the ship. He can either sleep it off in the brig, or I'll leave him in your care if you wish, Doc? Traenor: I'd rather take care of him myself, if you don't mind, Mr Wilde. He doesn't need to spend any more time in the brig. With assistance, I can escort him back to the ship. The older voice startled him back to the moment. An older voice, but one not stern with authority, rather a wiser, less assuming tone. Wilde: What? No, I know. I just meant he needs a safe place to be... but yes, I guess the ship is safe enough. ::His thoughts wandering.:: Of course. He can rest in his quarters... Traenor: Excellent. If you'll help me support him? ::pleading glance again to Wilde before turning to the Arrow's newest medical officer:: I'll administer an anti-intoxicant hypospray once he's back aboard, Doctor. If there's anything else amiss, I'll let you know immediately. Is that okay? Sival: Response Traenor: I'll make sure that he checks in with you tomorrow regardless of his condition tonight. Is there anything else that you'd like me to do with him? Sival: Response Traenor: I'll make sure that he checks in with you tomorrow regardless of his condition tonight. Is there anything else that you'd like me to do with him? Sival: Response Traenor: Alright, Doc. ::to all the rest of the assembled crew:: Please, enjoy the rest of your evening. I'll ensure this poor man is taken care of. ::to Wilde, who had the prone man's other arm over his shoulders opposite Traenor:: Are you ready, Mr Wilde? Wilde: Aye sir. Regan managed to hook the man's free arm around his neck and prop him upright. He wasn't heavy, but it was awkward to move him through the gathering of crew whilst trying to be as discreet as possible. All Regan had to do was focus on his footsteps and coordinate them with Commander Traenors. The smell of alcohol coming from the man blasted his senses, making him take longer breaths of air to try and dilute the aroma. Oh God how did he end up in this situation. He'd told himself tonight was going to be easy. Of course there'd be drinks. It was a party, but carrying out an inebriated man like this, who only six years ago could have been Regan himself was too much. He felt his eyes sting. Traenor: Mr Wilde... Regan. Thank you for your discretion in this matter, not to mention your assistance. Regan nodded. A courteous nod, one grateful that Commander Traenor had used his name. He hated 'Mr. Wilde'. Wilde: Oh. You're welcome, sir. I wasn't going to charge him with anything back on board, Commander. I... know how important it is to keep him safe. I thought the brig was the best place. Forcefields, you see. ::Beat.:: Oh he's going to hate himself in the morning that's for sure. Poor chap. Traenor: ::incredulously:: You don't recognize him? ::more softly:: Of course not, I barely recognize him lately. He's taken everything very hard, understandably so, and let himself go. This is Crewman Thomson. Wilde: What!? But... how? Traenor: Response ((USS Arrow - Sickbay)) They signalled the ship for a beam out directly to Sickbay, and soon they were deposited in the sterile confines of the Arrows medical bay. They placed him directly onto a biobed and Regan hurriedly took a few steps back instinctively, as if Thomson had a contagious disease. He didn't, of course. Even if he did Regan would be immune by now, but still the thought, or the association left him feeling contaminated and ashamed. Maxwell and another member of the medical team oversaw him, but Regan just stood there, fixated on the man. This was him. This was Regan all those years ago. Smashed out of his face not knowing where he was, or what planet he was on or what his own name was. He didn't care anyway. He didn't care about anything. Caring only hurt him and he drank to stop the hurt. Out of curiosity he picked up a hypospray of the anti-intoxicant used to effectively dissolve the alcohol in the man's blood stream. Anti-intox. The cure? The magic potion? Could he take it and not suffer the effects of the drink. No. He'd confided in Counselor R'Ariel his fear of the drug. What if it didn't work. He threw it with distaste back onto the medical tray by the biobed. The nurse administered a sleeping agent too, to let the poor man rest. They'd beam him to his quarters later. Traenor: Response Wilde: Slipped. Sorry. Traenor: Response Wilde: How did this happen? ::His voice was emotionless.:: Who let it get this far? The answer was obvious really. Thomson himself had let it go on. Regan knew the ways of lying to people. To hide it until it reached boiling point. Traenor: Response Wilde: Check his shoes. Traenor: Response Wilde: I know what I'm talking about! Check his shoes. He's alone. Alone on a ship of forty people, his friends and his colleagues have abandoned him. He needs safety. He needs protection. Regan stepped forward forcefully and pulled the crewmans boots off. A shrill metallic clang hit the floor and Regan closed his eyes. It had gotten that bad. He carefully picked up the makeshift blade in his hands and securely put it on the tray beside the hypospray. Alone and scared, not knowing what would happen next makes you edgy. You see enemies everywhere. Danger. A knife is discreet, can be hidden. Traenor: Response Wilde: This man was me, Commander. Only this is just starting. How long has it been since Gonzalez died? A few weeks? I was in a worse state than this for nearly three years! Lost, alone and desperate, I lived on the rotten streets doing just about anything to keep myself numb! I didn't care. I'd steal it if I had to. You learn to adapt. So many beatings from the street gangs makes you a little wise. Slowly, deliberately, Regan knelt down and took a deep breath. Bad habits are hard to break. He'd been clean for 6 years. Sent to all the best hospitals and seen the best counselors in the Federation thanks to his mummy and daddy. But he was still alone, still struggling like on the streets all those years ago. He took the blade out of his own boot, and felt the cold steel in his hands. His was not a makeshift weapon, forged from a scrap bit of wall panelling he'd forced off. It was gilded, Reman steel. It was in typical Regan style - the best. Dangerous. Effective. He held it in his hand as he showed it to Commander Traenor before placing it beside Thomsons on the tray. Proof that he'd live that horror, and in a way was still living it. He always carried a weapon in his boot, in case he ever fell off the wagon and ended up back on those terrifying streets, or these lonely decks of the Arrow. Regan looked to Maxwell, and did what he hadn't done in many years. What he swore he'd never let anyone else ever see of him in public. He cried. Traenor: Response TAG Lieutenant(jg) Regan Wilde Security USS Arrow C237708DW0

((Main Hall - Atlas Base)) There was a small gaggle of officers in the corner near the food tables, and there was a prone person they were surrounding. Some extrasensory feeling washed over Maxwell Traenor, leading him to an overwhelming sense of concern. As he strode up to the group and saw the prone individual, his heart fell. He could smell the waves of alcohol vapors and bile emanating off the man, and felt both understanding and responsibility. It was a blessing of the fates that the others around likely hadn't recognized the individual yet. Wilde: I'll take him up to the ship. He can either sleep it off in the brig, or I'll leave him in your care if you wish, Doc? Traenor: I'd rather take care of him myself, if you don't mind, Mr Wilde. He doesn't need to spend any more time in the brig. With assistance, I can escort him back to the ship. It was obvious that the sudden presence and interjection of a senior officer had startled Regan, and possibly the others present as well. Maxwell only had eyes for the inebriated crewman, with a quick pleading glance to Regan as well. Wilde: What? No, I know. I just meant he needs a safe place to be... but yes, I guess the ship is safe enough. ::His thoughts wandering.:: Of course. He can rest in his quarters... Traenor: Excellent. If you'll help me support him? ::pleading glance again to Wilde before turning to the Arrow's newest medical officer:: I'll administer an anti-intoxicant hypospray once he's back aboard, Doctor. If there's anything else amiss, I'll let you know immediately. Is that okay? Sival: response A wave of relief and appreciation swept over Maxwell, though if Sival was a true blood Vulcan, he would likely look on such an emotional response with disdain. He wouldn't spare his smile for the doctor for his assent, though. Traenor: I'll make sure that he checks in with you tomorrow regardless of his condition tonight. Is there anything else that you'd like me to do with him? All Starfleet officers had basic triage training, so Maxwell knew to make sure that the man was left in a recovery position for the night. Besides, once the anti-intoxicant was administered, the man's regrets would likely be more emotional than physical. Still, Maxwell would always defer to the judgement of a medical professional. Sival: response Traenor: Alright, Doc. ::to all the rest of the assembled crew:: Please, enjoy the rest of your evening. I'll ensure this poor man is taken care of. ::to Wilde, who had the prone man's other arm over his shoulders opposite Traenor:: Are you ready, Mr Wilde? Wilde/Any: response Trying to avoid as much of the crowd as possible, both for the comfort of the guests as well as for the dignity of the ill man, Traenor and Wilde maneuvered their intoxicated charge out of the hall and towards the designated beamout point. Traenor: Mr Wilde... Regan. Thank you for your discretion in this matter, not to mention your assistance. Wilde: response Traenor: ::incredulously:: You don't recognize him? ::more softly:: Of course not, I barely recognize him lately. He's taken everything very hard, understandably so, and let himself go. This is Crewman Thomson. Crewman Thomson, who had killed his good friend and colleague Crewman Gonzalez while under the control of an alien entity. The man was unkempt, sunken eyes, lost weight - the whole nine yards. Maxwell had a responsibility for Thomson insofar that he was part of the Science department, but he had been at a loss as to how to help the man. He couldn't be the man's friend, that wasn't his role. He could order counseling, indeed had done so, but couldn't force the man to attend sessions at phaserpoint. He could relieve the man of duty, but he was certain that would do more harm than good. He had heard rumors that abuse of alcohol was a new crutch for Thomson, but so bad and so publicly was a shock to him. He felt helpless to assist Thomson most days. But this? This he could do. He could lead the man back to his quarters, clean him up, and make sure that he was safe, at least for one night. Wilde: response TAGS/TBC -- Commander Maxwell Traenor Chief Science Officer, USS Arrow

((Atlas Base - Main Gathering Hall)) Having finished embarrassing himself at karaoke, Regan actually felt really good. He didn't realise how much steam he needed to let off, and anyway what's the harm in having a little fun. The crew were mixing well, and Regan noticed R'Ariel dancing a little during his song. He got down from his stage, well - table, and returned to the little group of junior officers. Sival/Nakada/R'Ariel/Caden/Waters: Response Wilde: Ha! Well, we Wilde's don't do anything by half... Responses Wilde: Although the Captain was right about one thing. R'Ariel is out of uniform. ::He pointed a finger at her and bobbed his head in time with the softer, less rock'n'roll music playing.:: She wore her dancing shoes instead of her dress boots! R'Ariel: Response He chuckled. The little group dispersed a little, Ensign Caden was talking with her new head of science, Lt. Serinus stood ever watchful by the door, though he did seem to be sporting a glass of wine, even if it did seem smaller in his large hands. Regan planned to make his exeunt, and he turned to make his polite protestations again, when a crewman passed him to get to the table where Keneth had placed his food. The crewman was a little merry, given away by his light swaying and awkward steps. Regan remembered those days, and he stepped aside gracefully to let the man pass. The tipsy crewman picked up a forkful of the food and guzzled it down in his drunken hunger, before his eyes bulged out. This did not look good. Turning, the crewman looked around frantically. Something - either the drink or the food - did not sit well and Regan could guess they didn't make a good mix. Something had smelled off with that platter all night. The intoxicated crewman did what he had to do and vomited all over the floor by the table. Regan sighed and shook his head. Wilde: Ensign Sival, if you have a moment. Sival: Response Wilde: It seems a medical situation has arisen. Sival/R'Ariel/Anyone: Response Wilde: I don't know if it's just intoxication, or if he's the latest victim of the Alpha Isles Poisoner. ::He motioned with his thumb over to Lt. Nakada.:: Sival/Nakada: Response While Sival stepped aside, Regan patted Keneth on the shoulder. Wilde: Lieutenant, I'm afraid I'm going to have to arrest you for wilful bodily harm. Nakada: Response Wilde: ::Chuckling:: Relax, Jack the Ripper. I'm kidding. But seriously ::He motioned to the food.:: There are Targ Breeding Kennels on the planet Qo'noS that don't smell as bad as that. Sort it out, ok? Nakada/Sival/Anyone: Response Wilde: I'll take him up to the ship. He can either sleep it off in the brig, or I'll leave him in your care if you wish, Doc? He looked sorrowfully at the inebriated crewman. He wasn't that drunk to everyone else's eyes, but to Regan he may have been stark raving plastered and incapable of taking care of himself. Regan wanted to make sure he had a safe place to sleep tonight, for his protection. Who knows what could happen if he passed out in the open... A dark chill ran down his back. Sival/Nakada/Anyone: Response Someone was talking to him. He had almost let his memory take him back to dark days and darker places. He snapped out of it. Wilde: What? No, I know. I just meant he needs a safe place to be... but yes, I guess the ship is safe enough. ::His thoughts wandering.:: Of course. He can rest in his quarters... Responses TAG Lieutenant(jg) Regan Wilde Security USS Arrow C237708DW0

Congratulations to all the winners. So proud to see so many familiar faces both oocly, and people that Artinus has had the pleasure of simming with. Not everyday you see your first in character friend on the same list as your first rival (From a totally different ship) Cheers to you all!

Congratulations to all of you. Thank you every one, for your hard work keeping this community going!

Congratulations to you all! Keep on Trekkin.

Congratulations to everyone, and thanks to those who have offered me kind words.

Just wait til the Juneau Ginger gang rolls in!

Juneau's own Artinus Serinus sporting traditional Magna Roman formal attire.

Artinus was doing as many sports as he could. Also, he started programming his strategic combat simulation holoprogram.

((OOC: I really enjoyed the XO's impassioned plea to Lt. Waters, as she continues her transformative journey. Kudos to both of you for a moving interaction. Simple, but effective.)) ((IC)) ((Deck 1, Bridge, USS Eagle)) Waters: The Juneau is, by all appearances, larger, and superior to the Eagle. As Shayne settled into his seat, admiring the ridged contours it featured, he beheld his new home on the viewscreen. From here, she was even more imposing; enormous in comparison to their beloved garden spade, angular and slick and bristling dangerously. Shayne: She’s a beast. He spoke low, admiring her from a distance. She’d have to be tamed, and her kinks worked out, before she could safely be operated. He hadn’t the luxury of showing fear aboard her, but from this distance, he could respect her properly. Dear god, what had he gotten himself into? Waters: She is not the Eagle. I may sit at this station still, but it will not be... this. It is only recently I have begun to realize... this is my home. Now we are... I am, leaving her. Opportunities of many varieties have been squandered. This time... cannot be regained, and I am uncertain how to say goodbye to a home I only realized I lived in recently. Shayne leaned forward, fire in his eyes. Shayne: Hold that realization close! Don’t let it go. Let the pain brand you. Understand what you’ve missed, and realize how you can keep from doing it again. Waters: Response He stood, now impassioned but speaking quietly. Shayne: The crew makes the ship- and most of the crew is moving with you! New home or not, new world or not, you’ve got the chance to make this right. Claim it! I know you can. You have come so far! The words were infused with pride and a frustration Shayne did not mean to include but couldn’t avoid. Waters: Response Tag/TBC… Lieutenant Commander Randal Shayne First Officer USS Juneau NX- 99801 G239202RS0

Can I rework previous sims? Or, failing that, can I write the story for my PNPC? Neither seems to be forbidden by the rules exactly, but I thought that I would seek guidance, nonetheless.

I most certainly did. Glad you liked it!

Artinus rocks his toga if he's not working, or working out.

((Some ooc backstory, the Columbia is being decommissioned. I have included @Jona ch'Ranni's ooc note regarding that. Thank you for sharing this beautiful, tragic, personal story with the crew. I think the whole fleet deserves a chance to see it.))I ((OOC Note: This series of sims was something I was holding on to for our next shore leave. I'm altering it a bit setting-wise to have played out during our last shore leave because I wanted to share it with you all before Columbia is decommissioned. Hope you enjoy.)) ((Observation Deck, Freighter Bion J. Arnold)) ch'Ranni: Look there's Talar! That means the bluish one over there is Gamma Trianguli and the orange one is Kappa Persei. ::Jona pointed to each star point in succession as Vexa looked on. She was not as enthusiastic as the former helmsman but she tried desperately to feign interest in what was unmistakably an obsession with her counterpart.:: zh'Lev: Wonderful. And how much longer will it be? ch'Ranni: We should dock at Starbase 47 within two hours. After that we will board the USS Abilene who is traveling at high warp to Pollux. And from there three more days to Andoria aboard the IKS Chang'Kza. zh'Lev: Ok. I think I can manage that. ch'Ranni: ::peeling his eyes from the starscape:: What's wrong, Vexa? zh'Lev: Nothing. ::beat:: I'm bored. ch'Ranni: Well, just wait til you see the Betreka Nebula! ((Timeskip: Nine days later)) ((Transporter Room, IKS Chang'Kza)) ::The two Andorians stood atop the transporter pads awaiting their final departure approval. The Klingon male at the console leered at them as if he'd drunk some bad prune juice. A high-pitched beep signaled on his board and the operator barked at the passengers.:: Veng'tuk: Your departure has been approved! I will transport you to the surface now! :: He tapped a key combination on his controls but nothing happened. The Klingon quickly lost his temper and slammed his hand on the side of the station.:: ch'Ranni: Did you remember to engage the primary energizing coil? Veng'tuk: Do not tell me how to do my job! zh'Lev: Hey! Don't yell at him! :: A low growl began in Veng'tuk's throat as his voice grew quieter.:: Veng'tuk: Control your woman, pet'Q. ch'Ranni: Vexa, step back on the pad. zh'Lev: But he ... ch'Ranni: It's alright. Step back on the pad, please. ::The two Andorians returned to their positions as the Klingon operated the console once again. Jona was quite satisfied to see the Klingon engage the primary energizing coil and then felt the slight pull as they dematerialized in a swirl of reddish-gold.:: ((Spaceport, New Sheras, Andoria)) ::The two Andorians rematerialized in the bustling Arrival Sector of the New Sheras Spaceport. People milled about them on their way to their own individual destinations.:: ch'Ranni: Come on. This way. ::Jona grabbed Vexa's hand and lead her to the left. They advanced to a large waiting lobby. Above the expansive room, a glass ceiling kept the frigid temperatures and snowy wind at bay, yet still seemed to let the starkness of Andoria's surface shine through.:: ::Weaving their way through the crowded terminal, Jona spotted his destination. A tea cart that always seemed to be set up in the same spot every time he visited stood in an offset corner of the building. Jona ordered each of them some srjula tea and gratefully accepted the steaming cups of bright yellow liquid from a wizened Andorian woman.:: zh'Lev: How long must we wait? ch'Ranni: Not long I think. ::Jona proved correct as he heard his name shouted by someone from far behind them. He turned and broke into a wide grin as he spotted his shreva waving wildly from across the spacious room.:: ch'Ranni: There she is. ((TBC)) -- Lt. Jona ch'Ranni Assistant Chief of Operations USS Columbia (NCC-85279) C239510JC0 ((Spaceport, New Sheras, Andoria)) zh'Lev: How long must we wait? ch'Ranni: Not long I think. ::Jona proved correct as he heard his name shouted by someone from far behind them. He turned and broke into a wide grin as he spotted his shreva waving wildly from across the spacious room.:: ch'Ranni: There she is. :: The middle-aged Andorian woman jogged toward them and threw her arms around Jona's neck, hugging him close. Vexa stayed a few steps back letting mother and son have a private moment in the crowded terminal.:: Nota: I've missed you, Jona. ch'Ranni: ::tears welling up in his eyes:: Me too. ::The older woman took a step back and touched her forehead to Jona's until her eye caught sight of the petite girl standing a few feet away.:: Nota: Who's this? ch'Ranni: My shreva, this is Vexa zh'Lev. Vexa, please meet Nota sh'Ranni. Vexa is a scientist assigned to a research base in the region that my ship is assigned to explore. ::beat:: She's my girlfriend. ::Nota raised her eyebrows for a second and then her face softened. She held her arms out to Vexa and embraced her lightly.:: Nota: Welcome. We're so glad you could come. Please, let's gather your things. Mir is preparing a meal back at the house. We shouldn't keep her waiting. ((Ranni Clan, New Sheras, Andoria)) ((Time Index: An hour later)) ::The winding tunnels leading to Jona's boyhood home were as familiar as they were worn. These particular passages were hundreds of years old. Where they occasionally broke through the ice and rock to the surface, forcefields kept the inclement weather away. Jumping thalaas frogs licked up ice mites along the walls of the spacious corridor, unconcerned as people came and went.:: Nota: So tell me about your work, Vexa. Jona said you are a scientist? zh'Lev: Oh my, yes. My specialty is in energy fields. At Dehner Base we are studying the long and short-term effects of the Galactic Barrier on living tissue. We have some very promising results we have discovered recently. What with the Barrier contracting over the last few years, we may have a whole new region that could potentially be opened for habitation. Nota: That's very interesting. Sh'letha sren granta lullsla. ((Andorian Graalen for "You are quite talented.")) zh'Lev: Thank you, Nota. And Jona tells me you are a linguist in the Andorian Guard? Nota: Yes. Aboard the Marvassi. Vorka, Jona's charan, also serves aboard as the helmsman. That's probably where Jona got his love of piloting. ch'Ranni: And you are the one I got my love of languages from. vImuSHa' SoS ((Klingon for "Love you, mom")) :: As they continued conversing, Jona noted the recent construction that had taken place around the clan settlement. Impressively reinforced structures stretched upward a hundred meters to the ice cave ceiling above. Small patches of vegetation with artificial overhead lighting provided micro park-like areas that broke up the more austere surroundings.:: ch'Ranni: When did all of this happen? Nota: Oh, there have been lots of changes in the past two years. We received a grant to protect the clan holdings from icequakes and the resources have gone a long way to modernizing the Ranni clan. ch'Ranni: That's great! ::pause:: How does Spel feel about it? ::The mention of ch'Ranni's thaven, one of Nota's co-husbands, made Nota's face darken ever so slightly and the smile on her face faded away slowly.:: Nota: You know your father. He's set in his ways. ::Jona shook his head at his father's stubborness. He was a history professor but he himself was stuck in the past, just like the clay artifacts he proudly displayed in his office.:: ch'Ranni: Yes, that's Spel. I assume he's at the Military College. Nota: You know he is. He'll be home late tonight. ch'Ranni: oO He couldn't come home early to see us. Figures. Oo ::The trio turned left down the worn path and Jona's boyhood home came into view. Jona took a breath and let it out slowly. He turned to Vexa and grabbed her hand.:: ch'Ranni: Home. ((TBC)) -- Lt. Jona ch'Ranni Assistant Chief of Operations USS Columbia (NCC-85279) C239510JC0 ((Ranni Clan, New Sheras, Andoria)) ((Three days after arriving on Andoria)) ::Jona padded barefoot into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He stretched his lanky frame to work out the kinks of sleeping on an unfamiliar bed and smiled at Vexa who was sitting at the table with a steaming cup of srjula tea. He poured himself a cup and sat next to her.:: ch'Ranni: Morning. Been up long? zh'Lev: About an hour. ::smiling impishly:: Mir had some wonderfully embarrassing stories to tell about you. ch'Ranni: ::in mock horror:: Surely not! zh'Lev: Your first day of school. ch'Ranni: She loves telling that one. Gods, that was the worst day. zh'Lev: And the time you fell from the ice sculpture in the clan square? How did you manage to end up naked? ch'Ranni: That was not my fault. It was ... unavoidable. zh'Lev: ::patting his cheek:: I'm sure it was, Jona. Now, what's on the schedule for today? ch'Ranni: Lunch with Nota and Vorka. And then I thought I might show you one of my favorite museums in the city. zh'Lev: Sounds nice. I can't wait. ((Timeskip: Two hours later)) Vorka: So there we were, facing the business end of a Nausicaan warship. I banked the ship hard to port and cut behind a slew of asteroids. We used a modified tractor beam to scoop up one of the large ones. ::The aging Andorian used his fork, in-between bites of food, to illustrate the path of the ship:: Then we slung it around in a wide arc, accelerating it as it went. Smashed those pirates right in the engineering deck. COM-pletely destroyed their ability to manuever. Let me tell you something, Little Miss, they were a lot nicer when Nota re-established the comm-link with them. zh'Lev: ::patiently:: I can imagine. Vorka: And then there was the time we had a Tholian cruiser try to tear through our supply convoy... ch'Ranni: Dad? Dad ... hold on a minute. I think Vexa has heard enough of your stories for right now. There will be time later to talk more. Vorka: Hmmph. zh'Lev: ::grinning:: Vorka, tonight I promise. I want to hear about those Tholians. Vorka: Fine, fine. ::He stopped to look at his son before taking another bite from his plate.:: So, Jona, still in Starfleet? ch'Ranni: Yes. A full lieutenant now. I'm serving as the Assistant Chief of Operations aboard the USS Columbia. Vorka: Lieutenant? Took me three years to make that rank. And Operations you say? Well, its close to piloting at least. ch'Ranni: I served as the Helmsman for nearly a year before taking on this assignment. ::beat:: Starfleet's been good to me. I've learned a lot. Vorka: ::grunting:: Well, you were always one to make your own choices. ::turning to Vexa:: Wouldn't listen to a word we said. ch'Ranni: I'm happy with my choices. ::looking sideways to Vexa:: All of them. Vorka: Well, I suppose ... if you hadn't run off to Starfleet you wouldn't have brought this pretty young thing home for a visit. Here, have some more tuber root. zh'Lev: Thank you. Your family has been so hospitable these last few days. I can't believe we have to head back to the Sagittarius Reach tomorrow. It feels like we just got here. ::Jona smiled sadly and looked at his two parents sitting across the table from them.:: ch'Ranni: Listen you two. I know that you may not have always agreed with my pursuing a Starfleet career. But please remember, I'll always love you and nothing will change that. Maybe some day you'll understand my reasons. Nota: ::nudging Vorka in the ribs:: Go on, tell him! ::Vorka gave his wife a dirty look and then stood up from the old belayla wood table. He stepped over to a cabinet and fiddled with the metal latch until it popped open. He retrieved a single PADD and handed it to his waiting son.:: Vorka: Here. You should read it on your trip back to the Columbia. ch'Ranni: What is it? Vorka: The ramblings of an old man. Communiques that I recorded over the last four years but didn't send to you. I was too caught up in what Spel and Mir wanted for you. I couldn't defy them. But now ... I don't care. ::Jona moved his thumb to the activation switch.:: Vorka: I said read it on your way home! Not before. ::Jona's eyes met his father's gaze and for the barest second he could see the pain and regret that filled the man's soul. The younger man gave a short nod of mutual understanding and set the electronic device on the table top.:: Vorka: Well, then. ::beat:: Where are you two off to this cold afternoon? ((TBC)) -- Lt. Jona ch'Ranni Assistant Chief of Operations USS Columbia (NCC-85279) C239510JC0 ((Guest Quarters 5-B7, Freighter Bion J. Arnold)) ((Time Index: Two days into return trip to Dehner Base)) ::Jona sat on the edge of the cot with his thumb hovering over the power button on the PADD. For some reason he felt nervous activating the device. He knew that Vorka wanted him to view its contents but he didn't understand why his father wanted him to wait until they left Andoria.:: ::His finger fell the last few centimeters and the bright screen activated. An image of his white-haired father's face shone on the screen. He looked upset.:: Vorka: Stardate 239111.04. Jona, you've been gone a month now to the Academy and I think it's time I set a few things straight. I don't oppose you joining Starfleet. I think you will make a difference out there among the stars. You are destined for great things. ch'Ranni: oO Then why did you ghost me with all the rest? Oo ::The recording continued despite Jona's musings.:: Vorka: Of course, I would have preferred for you to join me and Nota in the Andorian guard. The things I could have taught you with you by my side at the helm of the Marvassi ... ::shaking his head:: Well, anyway, I know this is what you wanted and I'm proud of you. ::The screen went black and Jona could see his teary-eyed face in the reflection of the transparent aluminum screen. He cycled back to the index and tapped on the next entry.:: Vorka: Stardate 239112.08. Jona, I hope things are going well for you in your studies. I've been opening up to Nota and I think she feels similar to how I do. We both care about you very much. I wish I had been able to say these things in person. Stay safe out there. ::The young Andorian tapped through the list of message. Stardate 239201.02, 239201.30, 239202.15. The list went on and on. Vorka had crafted messages every few weeks to his son and saved them all here. He swiped up on the PADDs screen and activated the final message in the list which was just less than a year old.:: Vorka: Stardate 239510.17. Jona, my boy. Today you have graduated from Starfleet Academy. You have no idea how it broke my heart to not attend your graduation ceremony. You are truly gifted and I'm sure you'll be assigned to the flagship. Steer her right, Jona. You always did have a steady hand. ::beat:: Spel and Mir both continue to refuse my pleadings for them to reconcile with you. Although, Mir is slowly coming around. I know they both miss you terribly. Perhaps one day. ch'Ranni: ::nodding:: oO One day. Oo Vorka: Jona, there's something else. ::pause:: I've been diagnosed with advanced S'sraanian Syndrome. The doctors say they can't do anything. I've lived a long, full life. I'm happy with my choices. ::beat:: All except one. I should have never rejected you, my boy. You deserved better. ch'Ranni: oO Dad? Oo Vorka: The doctors say I have a year at best. I hope to see you again before then, son. Safe travels. ((Timeskip: An hour later)) ::Jona sat despondent on the cold, metal floor. He had tried to hail his father unsuccessfully and he knew the truth. Vorka was gone. Vexa had returned to their shared room and sat slowly patting his mop of unruly hair in between the sobs that wracked his athletic body.:: zh'Lev: He was a good man, Jona. You do your best to turn out like him. ((END)) -- Lt. Jona ch'Ranni Assistant Chief of Operations USS Columbia (NCC-85279) C239510JC0

"Disco! Disco!" - Borat

Tactical, Artinus is already very tactically minded , he's even created a holodeck wargame.

(Brilliant characterization. Easily the best thing I've read in my time on Columbia. You really brought these characters to life, @Anath G'Renn.) ((G’Renn and Savok’s Quarters - Deck 5, USS Columbia)) ((Time Index: The day after the arrival of G’Renn’s family)) ::After greeting those family members who could make it for the wedding and having a somewhat chaotic lunch, he and his sister were finally able to sit down and have a conversation together. T’Pril listened as he explained the latest events happening on the Columbia before sharing the latest news of her orientation tour of the Aldebaran Music Academy and a new piece of Vulcan lute music that she was composing. Before returning to the guest quarters that she had been assigned, T’Pril had given him a family photo album she had made for him. Savok had looked forward to examining the album later. Given that holophotography was one of T’Pril’s hobbies, she would have no shortage of pictures to choose from.:: ::Anath was gone, attempting to organize her family together for a tour of the ship that they were taking. Savok had stayed in their quarters for a moment, meaning to look closer at the photo album that T’Pril had given him. Across the cover, in golden Vulcan calligraphy, was the word memory. He opened the album and examined the pages. Each page contained a few photographs, all neatly aligned with each other and each one carefully labeled with the time, date, and location. T’Pril had been very thorough, not leaving a single picture unlabeled or out of place. Having noticed that the pictures appeared to be in roughly chronological order, Savok started with the first page.:: ::One of the first images was a portrait of his class at the Syrran Learning Center. The Vulcan children were neatly lined up in their student uniforms. However, there were two students who did not fit in standing next to him in the class picture. They were smiling and waving to the camera as opposed to the two rows of disciplined Vulcan children. The Human and Klingon/Vulcan children in question had two of the largest disciplinary records in the history of the Syrran Learning Center. Alexa Kennedy and Anath G’Renn had also become two close friends after he met them for the first time at the learning center. It was an encounter that he would not easily forget.:: ((Flashback - Syrran Learning Center - T’Paal City, Vulcan - 237408.29)) ::There was a heightened sense of security and tension everywhere. Savok had lived in T’Paal City for a year and had started to notice changes. Recently more security officers seemed to be stationed at major government buildings. He knew what was going on. The Federation News Service had been discussing something called the Dominion War. It was a concerning thought, that Vulcan could be perceived as being under threat. Savok could not help but notice these things as he and his mother walked through the streets of T’Paal City and approached the large building in the center of the city that housed the Syrran Learning Center. Savok was dressed in a newly replicated uniform in line with the dress code of the learning center and was carrying the necessary supplies that would not be supplied. His mother had also said that she was going to introduce him to one of his classmates, the daughter of one of her work colleagues.:: ::Savok followed his mother through the doors of the Syrran Learning Center and into the building lobby. Teachers, faculty members, students, and their parents were standing in the lobby or moving through the lobby to various classrooms or offices in the building. V’Len was moving in the direction of a Vulcan woman in a dark maroon set of Vulcan robes kneeling down and having a conversation with a young girl wearing the same student uniform that Savok and all of the other students were wearing. As they approached he could hear the end of the conversation.:: Lyras: Will you attempt to behave appropriately on your first day? ::As the girl looked around the hallway, Savok saw something unusual. Not only was she not Vulcan, but she had the strange forehead ridges that he knew meant that she was a Klingon. Klingons were a much rarer sight on Vulcan than all of the different species that were part of the Federation.:: G’Renn: Yes, mommy. Lyras: Thank you Anath. ::V’Len led him closer to the Vulcan woman and the Klingon child. His mother and the other Vulcan silently greeted one another with a Vulcan salute before she looked down to him and introduced him to the two.:: V’Len: Savok, this is Lyras from the Neurology Department of the Vulcan Biology Institute. This is her daughter, Anath. ::Savok greeted the two with a Vulcan salute, as he had been taught was the proper thing to do.:: Savok: It is agreeable to meet you both. ::The Klingon, Anath, seemed very excited to meet him. Rather than use the Vulcan salute that he and the adults were using she enthusiastically waved and had a large smile on her face. When she spoke, her tone was also significantly more energetic than the tone of everyone else’s voices.:: G’Renn: Hello! Nice to meet you! ::Savok raised an eyebrow and took a moment to consider what to say in response. He eventually settled on the most logical question to ask his classmate on the first day of the academic year.:: Savok: Are you looking forward to starting your education at the learning center? G’Renn: I hope that it’s going to be fun. My sister Jolash says that this place is boring and that the teachers are no fun. ::Savok considered what he had learned so far about the learning center. Given that Anath was worried that the Syrran Learning Center was boring perhaps he could provide an interesting fact in response. His parents had told him about the history and background of the school.:: Savok: This is a very old building with an interesting history. It used to be the office for a cultural exchange program and an art museum. G’Renn: My friend Alexa found a mural on the second floor. ::That was unsurprising. During a previous orientation at the learning center Savok had found that the building housed a large collection of artwork. Several walls on the administrative level were decorated with murals. There were also tapestries and sculptures in the hallways from various eras of history. The dedication plaques next to them identified many of them as being made by artists local to T’Paal City.:: Savok: That sounds very interesting. G’Renn: It is. Come on, I’ll show you where it is! ::Suddenly, Anath had grabbed his hand and was leading him down the front hall and up the stairs. No doubt they were off to see the aforementioned mural. He was very surprised by the sudden movement as Anath guided him up the stairs, no doubt to go see the mural. While being dragged along, he looked back to his mother who was discussing something with Lyras.:: ::His new Klingon acquaintance led him by the hand up the stairs leading to the administrative level above. Down the hall there was a short Human girl with freckles and brown hair standing in front of a mural. Like Anath, she was also wearing the student uniform of the learning center. Savok followed behind as Anath greeted the other student. The mural they had found depicted some kind of battle near a mountain. There was an odd cloud shaped vaguely like a mushroom in the distance. Savok examined the dedication plaque, which called the work The Battle for Mount Seleya.:: G’Renn: Alexa! This is Savok and he’s going to be in our class. He wanted to see the mural too. Kennedy: ::Waving:: Hi Savok. ::Savok waved back uncertainty.:: Savok: ::Quietly:: Hello. ::The behavior of his new classmates was unexpected to say the least:: ((End Flashback)) Savok Civilian Researcher USS Columbia ===as simmed by=== Lieutenant Commander Anath G'Renn Chief Medical Officer/Second Officer, USS Columbia A239402AG0 ((G’Renn and Savok’s Quarters - Deck 5, USS Columbia)) ((Time Index: The day after the arrival of G’Renn’s family)) ::There were also holophotos of the landscapes of the Raal Province. T’Pril had included panoramic photographs of T’Paal City and the nearby Fire Plains. One particular location stood out. The Kar Sand Dunes were just on the edge of the city and was where he had spent several hours of his free time exploring or going for hikes through the desert with his father. It was also a favorite spot for Alexa, Anath, and her siblings given the close proximity of the Kennedy home to the dunes. On one occasion, Anath had convinced him to partake in “sand sledding”.:: ((Flashback - Kar Sand Dunes - Raal Province, Vulcan - 238004.03)) ::Between examining the replicated sled that he had been given and the slope of the large sand dune that he, Alexa, Avarak, and Anath were standing on top of, Savok was uncertain as to the wisdom of attempting to sled down the sand dunes. Meanwhile, the other three seemed much less concerned. Apparently this was not the first time they had tried this.:: Savok: Are you sure that this is a good idea? ::Anath’s younger brother Avarak spoke up, already sitting on his sled.:: Avarak: It’s really fun! Kennedy: We use these sleds all the time here. You’ll love it once you try it. ::Their testimony did not entirely convince him. As he looked down the sand dunes, Savok could easily envision all of the potential ways that sledding down the sand dune could go wrong and cause injury. The sleds themselves seemed stable, but he was still unsure if it was a good idea to sled down the dunes.:: G’Renn: Together? Savok: ::Pausing to consider the idea.:: Very well. ::Savok lined up his sled next to Anath’s. She smiled and started to count down from three. On one, she pushed forward and the sled flew down the sand dune. Savok followed suit and held onto the handles of the sled so he would not fall off.:: Savok: oO Something feels wrong. Oo ::The movement of the sled started to become erratic. His sled was slowing down and began to veer to the left. The edge of the sled knocked in to Anath’s sled and they both flew out of control. Anath slipped off the sled and was left lying in the desert sand. Savok managed to keep his hold on the sled after the collision. However, that might not have been a logical course of action. The sled continued to slow down before stopping suddenly and sending him flying forward and landing on the slope.:: ::Savok sat up and checked to make sure he was uninjured. Anath also appeared to be on her feet and walked down the sand dunes to check on him, along with Avarak. She held out a hand and helped him to his feet. Savok brushed the sand out of his hair and looked around to see his overturned sled lying a few feet away.:: G’Renn: They usually don’t get caught or wipe out like that. But it was still an exciting rush, right? ::He examined the replicated sled and considered how the design could be improved to avoid a similar outcome should he ever be convinced to make a second attempt. It seemed as if sand had built up in front of the sled and prevented it from sliding on top of the surface of the dune smoothly.:: Savok: I suppose that you could characterize events that way. ::Beat:: Perhaps a wax coating to reduce drag could be added to the bottom of the sled? ::Anath smiled and turned to Alexa for her opinion.:: G’Renn: That’s the spirit! What do you think, Alexa? Kennedy: My dad could probably replicate something like that we could add to the sleds. Let’s go back up to the house and ask! ::The other three children turned around and started walking back up the sand dune with sleds in tow. He followed them up the dunes to the nearby neoclassical Golic house overlooking the Kar Sand Dunes on the edge of town. His mind raced with ideas of how to use science to determine the optimal design for a sand sled.:: ((End Flashback)) ::Alexa and the G’Renn children had all been his friend. He found speaking with them interesting and he even gained a tolerance for the more frivolous or dangerous activities that the group would partake in. Whether it be touring an art museum or hiking through the desert and avoiding sehlats, they had always been close. But then they moved on. Jolash had briefly lived on Qo’noS where she met her future spouse. Alexa applied to Starfleet Academy to be an engineer, not a surprise given her family’s history with Starfleet. What was more surprising was Anath’s decision to join Starfleet as well. There were many medical schools on Vulcan and she had the skill to earn admission to them. And then it was only him left on Vulcan.:: ::Savok had elected to attend the Vulcan Science Academy rather than apply to Starfleet Academy. His education had provided opportunities to learn not only about science but Vulcan culture and history as well. The ancient fortress that was now host to the Vulcan Science Academy sat in the middle of historic ShirKahr. When he was not busy with his studies he would learn of great painters and their techniques browsing the stores in the Artisan Quarter. Visiting the Outskirts Area would allow him to meet travelers visiting Vulcan from every corner of the Federation. Touring the Old Quarter gave him new insights into Vulcan history. His years as a student were very rewarding, but they had to end as he entered a new chapter in his life.:: ((Flashback - South Courtyard - Vulcan Science Academy, ShirKahr, Vulcan - 239006.02)) ::The South Courtyard was more crowded than usual. It was the final day of the term and there were several visitors on campus in addition to the usual public lecture attendees. Savok was being presented with his degree by Doctor Dyroc, a senior professor in the biology department. His parents and sister were standing nearby, observing the proceedings.:: Dyroc: You are hereby awarded a Master of Science degree with a major in botany. Congratulations, Savok. ::Savok took the diploma that Doctor Dyroc had offered to him and bowed respectfully.:: Savok: Thank you Doctor Dyroc. Dyroc: I also need to discuss another matter with you. May we speak now? ::Intrigued, Savok nodded and followed Doctor Dyroc as he walked down one of the pathways lining the South Courtyard. He noticed that they were moving away from the visitor entrance and administrative building and in the direction of the primary Research Center. He waited to hear what it was that Dyroc had to say.:: Dyroc: Your work in Advanced Mycology and Introduction to Biomedical Research exceeded all expectations. Your skill set makes you an ideal candidate to be a botanical researcher. ::Savok raised an eyebrow, considering what point Doctor Dyroc was trying to make. He had set out to become a botanical researcher and had guided his academic career to forward that goal. It was good to hear that his instructor felt that he was qualified to achieve his goal to be a researcher.:: Savok: That is my primary career goal. Is my coursework related to the other matter that you wished to discuss with me? Dyroc: The botanist on the Life Sciences Research Team retired unexpectedly. The team director and I would prefer that you take the position. Would you be interested in the position? ::He had not been aware that Strenvek had retired. For more than a decade, Strenvek had been a senior member of the Life Sciences Research Team at the Vulcan Science Academy. He would occasionally give guest lectures in the more advanced courses in botany. A position like his would be an ideal assignment. But Savok did not expect to be offered the position that Strenvek had occupied a few months earlier. Given his goals, there was only one logical response that he could give.:: Savok: I would be very interested, doctor. ((End Flashback)) ::His tenure as a full-time researcher in the labs of the Vulcan Science Academy had been very rewarding. Savok had received his education in science, better understood the methods of scientific research, and gained an insight into different cultures through transfer and exchange programs. He would become involved in one such program a few years into his career as a researcher.:: Savok Civilian Researcher USS Columbia ===as simmed by=== Lieutenant Commander Anath G'Renn Chief Medical Officer/Second Officer, USS Columbia A239402AG0 ((G’Renn and Savok’s Quarters - Deck 5, USS Columbia)) ((Time Index: The day after the arrival of G’Renn’s family)) ::Savok immediately recognized one of the holophotos on one of the next pages. He had taken it himself. One of the major projects that the Life Sciences Research Team had been working on was an inventory of the flora and fauna of Bajor. When a new planet joined the Federation and scientific cooperation with the new member became more regular, the Vulcan Science Academy would conduct a survey and add information about the new member world to the VSA database. When the academy sent a team of researchers to Bajor to assist in a survey of the poorly-explored Jaitza Mountains he had been assigned to the team. T’Pril had insisted that he take holophotos while he was there. He had taken that particular image from the balcony of the expedition’s base camp facing the mountain range to the east.:: ((Flashback - Expedition Base Camp - Janitza Mountains, Bajor - 239302.11)) ::It was the final day of the University of Bajor’s collaboration with the Vulcan Science Academy in surveying the Janitza Mountains. Tomorrow they were going to return to Vulcan with the data gathered during their survey. Over the course of three months they had created detailed scans of the mountains, collected samples of rare plant specimens native to the mountain range, and observed the behavior of a pack of hara cats for almost a month. To celebrate the end of a successful expedition their Bajoran hosts had served Klavaatu and springwine at dinner:: ::Savok had excused himself from the festivities and had found solace in meditating on the balcony of the base camp’s upper floor. While the rest of the team continued to enjoy the meal or discuss the data they had gathered or future projects, he had allowed himself to become focused entirely on the light mountain breeze. He had banished all other thoughts and sensory experiences from his mind so that he could organize his thoughts.:: ::When he was done meditating, Savok remembered his promise to T’Pril. He unpacked the holographic imager and adjusted the settings to capture images of the Janitza Mountains. The shutter snapped a few times, recording images of the Bajoran landscape around him. He did not notice the arrival of Ule Varr on the balcony as well. Savok finished taking holophotos and noticed the senior Bajoran researcher standing beside him.:: Ule: Good job today with placing the tags on those carnivorous rastipods. Especially given that you’re used to dealing with plants and not animals. I suppose plants don’t bite as much, do they? ::Savok looked down at his forearm where he had been bitten earlier that day. On their way back down the mountain, the team had encountered a small herd of carnivorous rastipods. The zoologists in their group wanted to tag the members of the herd for future studies on their population. When Savok volunteered to help, he had underestimated how strong the creatures could be.:: Savok: They do not typically bite. Ule: Luckily that rastipod looked healthy. Did you get the test back yet? ::After getting back to the base camp he had reported to the first aid center to have his bite treated and to be tested for any infections.:: Savok: The bite did not infect me. Ule: I sure do hope that being bitten isn’t going to change your perception of field studies. You will find that being out here in the unknown is where the real fun and discoveries are. If you want to find out the truth you have to come to the source. We’ve still only started to explore these mountain ranges. You’re quite handy to have on a scientific expedition. Have you ever considered transferring out of the lab and onto a science ship? Savok: I have not. Do you think that I should? ::Savok looked over at Ule curiously.:: Ule: Absolutely! Haven’t these three months been so educational and informative? ::Over the course of the expedition he had learned how to apply a tracking tag, assemble a tent, drill for rock samples, and climb and survey a mountain. When the Vulcan contingent of the expedition returned to the Vulcan Science Academy, they would have no shortage of data to study from the field study.:: Savok: Both approaches appear to have their own costs and benefits. Ule: Well, do a cost-benefit analysis and see if the Vulcan Science Academy has any openings for research out on the frontier where all of the excitement is. ::He poured two glasses of springwine and offered one to Savok.:: To discovering new things? ::He accepted the glass of springwine and raised it in toast, imitating Ule.:: Savok: To discovering new things. ((End Flashback)) ::He had not taken Ule’s advice right away. Soon after returning to the Vulcan Science Academy he had received an invitation to become an instructor in the biology department. After discussing the job offer with his father, himself a former teacher, Savok had decided to take the position. The next image in the album was a picture taken by T’Pril during his first lecture in his classroom.:: ((Flashback - Classroom E-24 - Vulcan Science Academy, ShirKahr, Vulcan - 239309.10)) Iria: This is the classroom that you have been assigned. ::She held out a PADD:: This contains the access codes for the laboratories on the second floor and the schedule for internal department meetings. ::Savok took the PADD in the professor’s outstretched and scrolled through its contents. He quickly committed the access codes for the laboratories to memory. Once he had set up his classroom those were his next destination. He could examine the schedule after his meeting.:: Savok: Thank you, professor. Iria: My office is located at the end of the hallway. If you need any assistance please schedule a meeting. Welcome to the Biology Department. Do you have any questions for me at this point? Savok: Not at this time, professor. Iria: I will leave you to your work. Live long and prosper, Instructor Savok. Savok: Peace and long life, Professor Iria. ::Professor Iria walked out of the classroom. Savok surveyed the room. The room had rows of desks on one end facing the front of the room. The front of the classroom was dominated by a large display screen for lectures. And off to one side was his desk. He walked over to the desk and opened the box of his possessions that had already been delivered. He removed his collection of books, a stack of PADDs, and a potted plant from the box. It was a night-blooming throgni that his friend Anath had brought back for him from her last family trip to Qo’noS. Savok set the plant down on his desk and admired the rare Klingon flower.:: ::Perhaps he should write a letter to her. She would be in her final semester of medical school at Starfleet Medical Academy. He opened his desk monitor for a moment and considered whether or not to begin writing. In the end he closed the lid of the desk monitor and returned to sorting the contents of his desk. After all, there was a public lecture on cybernetics starting in half an hour he hoped to attend.:: ((End Flashback)) ::The last photo in the book was from the Starfleet database. It was the image of a Starfleet ship, circling a familiar alien space station. Right away he recognized it as the USS Blackwell. What an improbable occurrence, for the Vulcan Science Academy to have assigned him to the same ship that Anath had been assigned to.:: ((Flashback - Botany Lab 3 - Vulcan Science Academy, ShirKahr, Vulcan - 239501.25)) ::Savok had been asked to assist the Assistant Chair of the Biology Department with an experiment in Botany Lab 3. The researchers had collected the data and left to have a meeting. He had volunteered to remain behind and clean the lab. As he dematerialized used petri dishes and replicated new labware, he noticed something on a display screen on the wall of the lab. There was a new faculty-wide announcement. Savok picked up a PADD and accessed the announcement to read the entire text. What he read was very interesting.:: ::The announcement was for a researcher exchange program with Starfleet. There were three positions open on Starfleet exploratory ships. Staff members of the Vulcan Science Academy could apply for these positions. While it seemed logical that the program would be focused on the full-time researchers at the academy, there did not appear to be any limitations on who could apply. Even he, as a junior instructor without significant research obligations, could send in an application.:: Savok: oO This could be an excellent opportunity. I am much better suited to research than I am to teaching Introduction to Botany. Oo ::Once he returned to his classroom, Savok began to fill out the application. Below the fields to fill in his information he noticed a list of the ships involved in the program. The USS Mantis, the USS T’Klass, and the USS Blackwell. If he could choose, he would select to be placed on the USS T’Klass. It was a Starfleet ship he had heard of before that was crewed entirely by Vulcans. It would be the ideal ship to be assigned to. No doubt that he could be able to make connections with the crew of an entirely Vulcan ship easily.:: ((End Flashback)) ::Beyond the last image of the USS Blackwell, there were dozens of empty pages in the book for additional images. He and Anath could continue adding photographs to the photo album if they so wished. She had actually mentioned starting a similar project before, but they had never started. Savok’s reflection on past events was interrupted by a familiar voice, although one he did not expect to come from his combadge.:: Rol’Q: =/\= ::With a raised voice, almost shouting.:: Rol’Q to Uncle Savok! =/\= Savok: oO Did someone actually give him a combadge? Oo ::It did not seem logical that anyone had given a child so young direct access to the ship’s communications system. Clearly he did not understand how to moderate the volume of his voice.:: Savok: =/\= This is Savok. Go ahead. You do not need to speak at such a loud volume to be heard. =/\= Rol’Q: =/\= Mommy and Aunt Ana say that we’re about to start the tour. =/\= ::Savok closed the photo album before responding.:: Savok: =/\= I will be there shortly, Rol’Q. =/\= ::He stood up and placed the photo album on the glass coffee table sitting in the middle of their quarters’ living area. It was a very interesting experience to see a photographic record of his life. Clearly T’Pril had put significant effort into creating the photo album. Savok was surprised that she was able to locate some of the photographs at all. He would have to dedicate more time to reading it after the tour.:: Savok Civilian Researcher USS Columbia ===as simmed by=== Lieutenant Commander Anath G'Renn Chief Medical Officer/Second Officer, USS Columbia A239402AG0

I'm very much looking forward to it, but cautiously, because of Discovery.

Here. And it's sortable by show!

Congrats. I graduated last week, you're going to love it!

Thank you everyone. It was a pleasure to serve under you Commander. I'm quite excited to be getting started.