Exeter Compile 2 Dates: June 1, 2020 to June 7, 2020 Mission: To boldly go, Day -7 to Day -2 Mission: The Flames of Purity, Day 1 to Day 2 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Mission: To boldly go Day: -7 Stardate: 2445.08.26 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (USS Exeter - Sickbay - ACMO - Ens Kasian Poldan - 1101) (USS Exeter – Main Ward – ACMO- Ens Kasian Poldan – 1108) (USS Exeter – Deck 13, Operations Department – Ensign Boone Foster – 1120) (USS Exeter – Deck 13, Operations Department – Ensign Rylee Page – 1123) (USS Exeter – Deck 13, Operations Department – Ensign Boone Foster – 1124) (USS Exeter - Sickbay - CMO – Ens Gabe Vesper - 1125) (USS Exeter - Sickbay – SO Ensign SG Paul Sleeford - 1126) (USS Exeter - Sickbay – CMO - Ens Gabe Vesper - 1127) (USS Exeter Sickbay aCoS Ens(SG) Paul Sleeford - 1128) (USS Exeter – Deck 13, Operations Department – Ensign JG Rylee Page – 1129) (USS Exeter - Sickbay – Med Intern acting Ens(jg) Lana Wakeman - 1130) (USS Exeter – Spa - Ensign JG Rylee Page – 1135) (USS Exeter – Deck 13, Operations Department – Ensign Boone Foster – 1137) (USS Exeter - Sickbay – CMO – Ens Gabe Vesper - 1140) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Mission: To boldly go Day: -6 Stardate: 2445.08.27 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (USS Exeter -Quarters – Ens (SG) Paul Sleeford - 0800) (USS Exeter -Counsellors office Ens (SG) Paul Sleeford- 0830) (USS Exeter - Counsellors Office – Ens(sg) Jestayre "Jester" Lavorre - 0832) (USS Exeter - Counsellors Office – Ens(sg) Paul Sleeford - 0833) (USS Exeter - Deck 8, Main Tactical Briefing Room - Chief Tactical Officer Ensign Dareshaa - 0900) (USS Exeter - Deck 8, Main Tactical Briefing Room - Ensign JG Greta Smith - 0903) (USS Exeter - Deck 8, Main Tactical Briefing Room - Chief Tactical Officer Ensign Dareshaa - 0905) (Mars – Red Sands Tavern – CSO LT JG Erin Cortez – 1224) (Mars – Red Sands Tavern – StratOPS Ensign SG Billy Alexander – 1226) (Mars – Red Sands Tavern – CIO/3O Lieutenant JG Jaelle Foxglove – 1233) (Mars – Red Sands Tavern – StratOps Ensign SG Billy Alexander – 1235) (Mars – Red Sands Tavern – CIO/3O Lieutenant JG Jaelle Foxglove – 1238) (Mars – Red Sands Tavern – StratOps Ensign SG Billy Alexander – 1240) (Mars – Red Sands Tavern – CIO/3O Lieutenant JG Jaelle Foxglove – 1243) (Mars – Red Sands Tavern – StratOps Ensign SG Billy Alexander – 1245) (Mars – Red Sands Tavern – CIO/3O Lieutenant JG Jaelle Foxglove – 1248) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Mission: To boldly go Day: -5 Stardate: 2445.08.28 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (Mars - Coffee shop, Minerva City- CSO Lt JG Erin Cortez & Mars FSCO Lt James Hart - 0900) (USS Exeter - Nine and Dine- First Officer, Lieutenant SG Ailynn Bracken and Assistant Chief Flight Officer, Ensign SG Ronnie Winters- 13:00) (USS Exeter – Deck 2 Officers Quarters – CMO Ens(sg) Gabe Vesper and FO Lt(sg) Ailynn Bracken - 1700) (USS Exeter - Nine and Dine - FO & CMO - Lt Ailynn Bracken & Ens Gabe Vesper 1720) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Mission: To boldly go Day: -4 Stardate: 2445.08.29 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (USS Exeter - Rec Directors Office - Vulan Tlurg - 1035) (USS Exeter - Rec Directors Office - Caity Dubois - 1037) (USS Exeter - Bean me up - CSO LT JG Erin Cortez & CIO/3O Lieutenant JG Jaelle Foxglove - 2109) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Mission: To boldly go Day: -3 Stardate: 2445.08.30 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (USS Exeter - Nine and Dine - CSO LT JG Erin Cortez & StratOps Ensign SG Billy Alexander- 18:00) (Mars Orbital – Void Haunters - Lucky Thirteen – Pilots – Ensign - Sonnolo Cainrobh – Lieutenant – Ire Williams - 1814) (Mars, Ares City - The Immelman Maneuver Pub and Pool Hall - Mars FSCO Lt. Jimmy Hart and Exeter StratOps Ensign Billy Alexander- 20:00) (USS Exeter - Personal Quarters of Jaelle Foxglove - CIO/3O Lt. JG Jaelle Foxglove and StratOPS Ensign SG Billy Alexander - 23:45) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Mission: To boldly go Day: -2 Stardate: 2445.08.31 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (USS Exeter, Bean me up - CSO Lt JG Erin Cortez & StratOPS, Ensign SG Billy Alexander - 0831) (USS Exeter, Holodeck 1 - aOPS Ensign M'Rurrh - 1405) (USS Exeter, Holodeck 1 - COO Lieutenant jg Ravok- 1406) (USS Exeter, Holodeck 1 – aCOO, Ensign M’Rurrh – 1447) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Mission: The Flames of Purity Day: 1 Stardate: 2445.09.01 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (USS Exeter - Captain’s Quarters - CO, Lt. Commander Trip Williams and Dir. R and SE Ashlyn Williams - 0301) (USS Exeter - Adalas Quarters - Assistant CScio - Ensign SG – Adala Michaels - 0700) (USS Exeter - Main Science Lab - CSO Lt JG Erin Cortez - 0747) (USS Exeter - Main Science Lab - Assistant CScio - Ensign SG – Adala Michaels - 0800) (USS Exeter, Crew Quarters / Dreamscape – aCOO, Ensign M’Rurrh – 0801) (USS Exeter - Bridge - CSO Lt JG Erin Cortez - 0802) (USS Exeter - Bridge – First Officer Lt(sg) Ailynn Bracken - 0803) (USS Exeter – Geology Lab – Science Officer - Ensign – David Clarke- 0806) (USS Exeter - Geology Lab - Assistant CScio - Ensign SG – Adala Michaels - 0810) (USS Exeter - Geology Lab – Science Officer - Ensign – David Clarke- 0813) (USS Exeter - Geology Lab - Assistant CScio - Ensign SG – Adala Michaels - 0815) (USS Exeter – Temporal Mechanics Lab – Science Officer - Ensign SG – David Clarke - 0817) (USS Exeter - Chief Intelligence Office- CIO/ 3O, Lieutenant(jg) Jaelle Foxglove - 0849) (USS Exeter – SFI Agent – MCPO – Rebecca Faust - 0852) (USS Exeter - CMO Office - CMO - Ens Gabe Vesper 1000) (USS Exeter - Bridge - CO, Lt. Commander Trip Williams - 1002) (USS Exeter - Bridge - FO, Lt(sg) Ailynn Bracken - 1004) (USS Exeter - CMO Office - CMO, Ens Gabe Vesper and CO, Lt. Commander Trip Williams - 10:15) (USS Exeter - Bridge – First Officer Lt(sg) Ailynn Bracken – 1040) (USS Exeter - Bridge – CO, Lt. Commander Trip Williams – 1043) (USS Exeter - Bridge – COO Lieutenant jg Ravok – 1044) (USS Exeter – Sickbay – First Officer Lt(sg) Ailynn Bracken – 1045) (USS Exeter - Bridge – COO Lieutenant jg Ravok – 1053) (USS Exeter, Bridge - aCOO, Ensign M'Rurrh - 1054) (USS Exeter - Bridge – CSO Lt JG Erin Cortez – 1055) (USS Exeter - Bridge - Chief Tactical Officer Ensign Dareshaa - 1056) (USS Exeter - Geology Lab – Assistant CScio - Ensign SG – Adala Michaels - 10:58) (USS Exeter - Geology Lab – ACScio - Ensign SG – Adala Michaels - 10:59) (USS Exeter - Counselor’s Office - CO, Lt. Commander Trip Williams and Counselor, Ensign Senior Grade Jester Lavorre - 11:00) (USS Exeter - Bridge - Chief Tactical Officer Ensign Dareshaa - 1101) (USS Exeter - Bridge - COO Lieutenant jg Ravok- 1102) (USS Exeter - Sickbay - Chief Tactical Officer Ensign Dareshaa - 1150) (USS Exeter - Medical - CIO/ 3O, Lieutenant(jg) Jaelle Foxglove - 1301) (USS Exeter - Medical - CIO/ 3O, / CMO Lieutenant(jg) Jaelle Foxglove / Ens Gabe Vesper 1303) (USS Exeter - Sickbay - CSO Lt JG Erin Cortez – 1350) (USS Exeter - Sickbay - ACMO ENS Kasian Poldan – 1352) (USS Exeter - Sickbay - CSO Lt JG Erin Cortez – 1354) (USS Exeter - Sickbay - ACMO Ens Kasian Poldan –1356) (USS Exeter - Sickbay - CSO Lt JG Erin Cortez –1358) (USS Exeter - Sickbay – Assistant CScio / CMO - Ensign SG – Adala Michaels / Ens Gabe Vesper - 14:50) (USS Exeter, COUNS Office - CSO, Lt Erin Cortez & COUNS, Ens(sg) Jestayre “Jester” Lavorre - 16:00) (USS Exeter - Deck 7 - Sickbay - CMO Ens Gabe Vesper & COO Lieutenant jg.Ravok -1611) (USS Exeter – Sickbay – CFO– Lieutenant – Ire Williams- 1650) (USS Exeter - Sickbay – CMO - Ens Gabe Vesper/ Lieutenant Ire Williams - 16:51) (USS Exeter - Counselor Office - CIO/ 3O, Lieutenant(jg) Jaelle Foxglove - 1801) (USS Exeter - Counselor Office - COUNS, Ens(sg) Jester Lavorre - 1802) (USS Exeter - Counselor Office - CIO/ 3O Lieutenant (jg) Jaelle Foxglove - 1805) (USS Exeter - Counselor Office - COUNS, Ens(sg) Jestayre "Jester" Lavorre - 1807) (USS Exeter - Counselor Office - CIO/ 3O, Lieutenant(jg) Jaelle Foxglove - 1811) (USS Exeter - Counselor Office - COUNS, Ens(SG) Jestayre “Jester” Lavorre - 1812) (USS Exeter - Counselor Office - CIO/ 3O, Lieutenant(jg) Jaelle Foxglove - 1814) (USS Exeter - Counselor Office - COUNS, Ens(sg) Jestayre "Jester" Lavorre - 1815) (USS Exeter - Nine and Dine - SPC Ensign Greta Smith & Lt JG Keira Marek - 1901) (USS Exeter - Deck 9 - Nine and Dine - CFO Lieutenant jg. Ire Williams & COO Lieutenant jg.Ravok -2001) (USS Exeter - Personal Quarters - Ensign Greta Smith/ Lieutenant Ire Williams - 2200) (USS Exeter – Deck 3 – Keira and Ravok’s Personal Quarters – 2O/CEO – Lieutenant Keira Merek – 2203) (USS Exeter - Deck 3-Personal quarters –COO Lieutenant jg Ravok - 2213) (USS Exeter - Deck 3- Personal quarters -2O/CEO – Lieutenant Keira Merek – 2215) (USS Exeter - Deck 3- Personal quarters -COO– Lieutenant jg Ravok – 2216) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Mission: The Flames of Purity Day: 2 Stardate: 2445.09.02 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (USS Exeter – Outside Sickbay – 2O/CEO – Lieutenant Keira Merek – 0853) USS Exeter - Ready Room - CO, Lt. Commander Trip Williams and FO, Lt. SG Ailynn Bracken - 16:00) (USS Exeter – Sickbay - Med Intern aEns(jg) Lana Wakeman- 16:05) (USS Exeter – Sickbay - ACMO Ensign Kasian Poldan 16:07) (USS Exeter - The Starlight Lounge - CO, Lt. Commander Trip Williams - 16:30) (USS Exeter – Starlight lounge – aCoS Ens.(SG) Paul Sleeford 16:31) (USS Exeter – Starlight lounge – COUNS, Ens(sg) Jestayre "Jester" Lavorre - 16:32) (USS Exeter - The Starlight Lounge – 2O/CEO – Lieutenant Keira Merek – 1637) (USS Exeter - The Starlight Lounge – Assistant CScio - Ensign SG – Adala Michaels - 16:40) (USS Exeter - The Starlight Lounge – MO, Ensign SG Kyros Ryelle- 16:43) (USS Exeter - The Starlight Lounge – - Assistant CScio - Ensign SG – Adala Michaels - 16:44) (USS Exeter - The Starlight Lounge – MO, Ensign SG Kyros Ryelle, MD- 16:45) (USS Exeter - Deck 9-The Starlight Lounge - Chief of the Boat MCPO Erik Knight- 16:46) USS Exeter - Deck 9-The Starlight Lounge - CO, Lt. Commander Trip Williams- 16:47) (USS Exeter - The Starlight Lounge – Assistant CScio - Ensign SG – Adala Michaels - 16:48) (USS Exeter - Deck 9-The Starlight Lounge - SEC/TAC , Ens. Stan More - 16:49 ) (USS Exeter - The Starlight Lounge – Shuttle Bay Officer - Ensign JG – Isra Tiar - 16:50) (USS Exeter - The Starlight Lounge – 2O/CEO – Lieutenant Keira Merek – 1651) (USS Exeter - Deck 9-The Starlight Lounge - CO, Lt. Commander Trip Williams - 16:52 ) (USS Exeter - The Starlight Lounge – CSO Lt JG Erin Cortez – 1653) (USS Exeter - Deck 9-The Starlight Lounge –Communications specialist Petty officer 3rd class Nesha Kervik- 1654) (USS Exeter - Deck 9 - The Starlight Lounge - TAC/SEC, Ens Stan More - 16:55) (USS Exeter - The Starlight Lounge – 2O/CEO – Lieutenant Keira Merek – 1657) (USS Exeter – Starlight lounge – aCoS Ens (SG) Paul Sleeford - 16:58) (USS Exeter - The Starlight Lounge – StratOPS, Ensign SG Billy Alexander- 17:00) (USS Exeter - The Starlight Lounge - Chief Tactical Officer Ensign Dareshaa - 1702) (USS Exeter - The Starlight Lounge – Assistant Chief Flight Officer, Ensign SG Ronnie Winters - 17:15) (USS Exeter - The Starlight Lounge – CMO – Ens Gabe Vesper - 17:17) (USS Exeter - The Starlight Lounge – CMO, Ens Gabe Vesper and ACFO, Ens Ronnie Winters - 17:18) (USS Exeter - Deck 9-The Starlight Lounge –COO Lieutenant jg Ravok & ACSO Ensign Sg. Adala Michaels- 17:19) (USS Exeter - Deck 9-The Starlight Lounge - Ensign JG Greta Smith- 1721) (USS Exeter - Deck 9-The Starlight Lounge - CO, Lt. Commander Trip Williams - 1722) (USS Exeter - The Starlight Lounge – Dir Rec & Spec Events Ashlyn Williams - 1723) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Begin Compile >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Mission: To boldly go Day: -7 Stardate: 2445.08.26 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (USS Exeter - Sickbay - ACMO - Ens Kasian Poldan - 1101) Kaz say Vesper headed his way ~great!~ he thought, knowing well he wasn’t late. “Dr Poldan, Dr Vesper excuse the abrupt welcome I was looking at service records so I recognised your face. Just a quick note, when a superior officer contacts you, its generally considered respectiable to reply; shall we?” Kaz rubbed his temple. He didn't have time for this; he wasn’t even in the mood to have a meeting with this jerk. ~when my superior officer~ the words rolled over in his head. “Sure, Doctor I will make sure to remember that.” This was going to be a long assignment for sure if he had to put up with things like this daily. (posted by Richard) (USS Exeter – Main Ward – ACMO- Ens Kasian Poldan – 1108 “Help yourselves to drinks, we’re gonna need it” he said getting himself a peach tea. Kaz didn’t want a drink, he didn’t want anything from this guy at all. He simply crossed his arms and waited for the meeting to keep going. “on board are about 400 officers all transferring across the next few days, Utopia crews will start to depart hopefully soon. We need to complete their medicals, check the records are up to date; any officer transferring onto the ship needs their medical done prior to departure. Nobody likes them I know, but this will be quick and simple, a mere walk in the park, everyone should be within their timeframes so wont need a full physical. I would like to kick them off tomorrow at 0800 hours Dr Poldan, if you could arrange to break down the crew so we all have a manageable workload?” Kaz wasn’t sure if he looked like a scheduling nurse to him, but now wasn’t going to be the time to point out he was a doctor with a double speciality. Kaz spending so much time over the last year in the hospital had made him hate being a doctor and made him hate having to look at medical equipment. This wasn’t Trill and wasn’t the same but he still couldn’t stand being here. He wasn’t going to voice any of this at least to this man. He only nodded in response to the request at least he would get to pick who he got to see. (Reply none needed any IYW) (Posted by Richard) (USS Exeter – Deck 13, Operations Department – Ensign Boone Foster – 1120) Boone listened to his new boss as he introduced himself, explained rotations, and who would be working the rotations. Boone was placed in charge Gamma shift. It wasn't ideal, but he did see it as a leadership role. After the Chief finished the meeting a female officer approached. “Sir?” Boone wasn't aware of who the officer was so it seemed introductions were in order. "Hello. I'm Ensign Foster. And who might you be?" “Ensign Rylee Page, Sir.” "A pleasure to meecha," Boone greeted the officer. “I am happy to work wherever you wish me to Sir.” "Aright Rylee, can I call you Rylee? Listen here, since how you and I are both Ensigns, and I'm younger than you lets cut the sirs, will ya. And call me Boone. Besides we both been assigned to Gamma shift, you know what that means. Hey, I ain't complainen, I quite like the idea." (reply Page) "What I'm sayin is between me and you we don't need the sirs do we? We equal. I just probably have more paperwork." Boone laughed. (reply Page) (posted by Calvin Capps) (USS Exeter – Deck 13, Operations Department – Ensign Rylee Page – 1123) "Aright Rylee, can I call you Rylee? Listen here, since how you and I are both Ensigns, and I'm younger than you lets cut the sirs, will ya. And call me Boone. Besides we both been assigned to Gamma shift, you know what that means. Hey, I ain't complaining, I quite like the idea." “Okay, sir… sorry, force of habit. Boone. "What I'm sayin is between me and you we don't need the sirs do we? We are equal. I just probably have more paperwork." Boone laughed. Smiling, Rylee nodded. “So, how long have you been in Ops?” (Reply Boone) “Me? This is a recent change. I joined starfleet not long ago. After you guys were on Trill, i saw the old Starfleet. The exploration and the excitement. Not the military side.That made me want to join.” (Reply Boone) “So, Boone, Where now?” (Reply Boone) (Reply Boone) (posted by Jackie) (USS Exeter – Deck 13, Operations Department – Ensign Boone Foster – 1124) Smiling, Rylee nodded. “So, how long have you been in Ops?” "Not very long a'all, actually. On Mars I was in Engineering. With the change over to the Exeter I felt my background suited me for more of an operations role. And what 'bout yourself?" Boone leaned on the nearby panel. “Me? This is a recent change. I joined starfleet not long ago. After you guys were on Trill, i saw the old Starfleet. The exploration and the excitement. Not the military side.That made me want to join.” "Ah. My goal of joining Starfleet was to help it reach it's zenith once again. But hopefully this time we continue our growth and success." “So, Boone, Where now?” Boone thought for a moment. "Well, we could claim that we've been put on the late shift so we ain't on duty right now. However, that shift don't start till the Exeter launches. So, I do see here that the spa needs us to perform an inspection on it before its marked as complete. Want to start there? (reply Page) (posted by Calvin Capps) (USS Exeter - Sickbay - CMO – Ens Gabe Vesper - 1125) As the meeting was coming to a close and the various officers had their orders Gabe noticed someone putting their head around the corner. “Anyone home?” “yes?” Gabe asked as all the room turned to face the new officer. “Came for my medical, get it over with so to speak” “Very well, we are just finishing up, if you head over to a clear bio bed I’ll just be a moment” Gabe motioned to the one single bed that was clear in the room full of stuff. “I think its time to call this to an end. You all have your jobs to do, I’ll see you at the relivant times, Counsellor until this evening. Dr Poldon, once you’ve split the team down if you could forward the list to me to review. Ill see the Captain in his Quarters myself. Dismissed.” Gabe said pulling the tricorder out of his pocket and smiling as best he could. (reply any) “Oh, Dr Poldan, dinner my quarters tonight yes? 2000hours?” (Reply Poldan) Smiling Gabe walked out and to the waiting officer. Walking up to the officer sat on the bed Gabe turned his best Dr mode on. “So Ensign, you are?” (Reply Sleeford) Gabe turned to use the medical console "Of course, no console. Since youre here I'll do your scans but I wont be able to check anything until Engineering deliver the rest of the equipment, is that ok? (Reply Sleeford, Poldan, any in med) (Posted by Mat) (USS Exeter - Sickbay – SO Ensign SG Paul Sleeford - 1126) Sitting on the edge of the bed, swinging his legs Sleeford waited for the CMO to finish his meeting, watching as the man walked towards him smiling, fighting down the urge to shiver, Doctors only smiled when giving bad news in Sleeford experience, well the twice they’d delivered it to him they’d smiled like loons. “So Ensign, you are?” "Ensign Paul Sleeford Assistant Chief of Security” Watching as the CMO turned to find a non existent piece of equipment. "Of course, no console. Since you’re here I'll do your scans but I wont be able to check anything until Engineering deliver the rest of the equipment, is that ok? Nodding once Sleeford looked around the room, “Sure, Doctor, most of my records should have transferred from Mars medical” Sitting there as the CMO ran the tricorder over his body. He knew the scans would reveal the damaged hip and pelvic region, over the past year physically Sleeford had come on leaps and bounds, his left hip still ached, when he stood for a long time. (Reply Vesper) Sleeford looked up from the floor, where he’d been staring, “Left hip still hurts, after the injury I was told that they’d done what they could, I think there may be improvements to be made. “ (Reply Vesper) (posted by Alistair) (USS Exeter - Sickbay – CMO - Ens Gabe Vesper - 1127) Nodding once Sleeford looked around the room, "Sure, Doctor, most of my records should have transferred from Mars medical" "Everything is here, other than the equipment like I said, youll have to fill me in, your hip? The scan is showing some damage, what happened?" Sleeford looked up from the floor, where he'd been staring, "Left hip still hurts, after the injury I was told that they'd done what they could, I think there may be improvements to be made. " "There is a lot of damage there, for someone your age your in pretty bad shape when you say hurt, could you expand on that a little?" (Reply Sleeford) "Excuse me a moment" Gabe noticed the officer he wanted just about to leave "Intern Wakeman could you grab me deep tissue scanner and a holograpic imageener?" (reply Wakeman) "Thank you. Ensign, I want to take a good look at this hip now, check youre ok for duty. With the place being a mess that it is we can mock up a field workaround. it wont take too long." (Reply Wakeman, Sleeford) (Posted by Mat) (USS Exeter Sickbay aCoS Ens(SG) Paul Sleeford - 1128) Sitting there as the CMO ran his scanner over his hips. "There is a lot of damage there, for someone your age your in pretty bad shape when you say hurt, could you expand on that a little?" Sleeford sat up and looked at the doctor, “I was in the last year of my marine officers course, we had the last exercise before the graduation tests. We had to free climb a ‘small’ cliff, I was halfway up when i grabbed what i thought was solid rock, it wasn’t”, Pausing, “ I can down quicker then I went up. I landed heavily on my left hand side, shattering my pelvis and left hip. Medical did what they could, but there’s something not right, i get stiff if i stand for too long, not good im my line. “ As the doctor called out to a passing Intern, Sleeford swung his legs, in truth in the past 12 months he’s felt his hip, getting better but sometimes, he found it difficult to be on his feet for too long, no goo as a security op, if he couldn’t chase down the bad guys. "Intern Wakeman could you grab me deep tissue scanner and a holograpic imageener?" (reply Wakeman) "Thank you. Ensign, I want to take a good look at this hip now, check youre ok for duty. With the place being a mess that it is we can mock up a field workaround. it wont take too long." (Reply Wakeman) Sleeford just nodded, “Sure doc, anything to get this fixed, as for being fit for duty, i’ve made sure i can do anything my team does and more. I think that’s part of the problem, pushing myself too hard” (Reply Vesper) (Posted by Alistair) (USS Exeter – Deck 13, Operations Department – Ensign JG Rylee Page – 1126) "Well, we could claim that we've been put on the late shift so we ain't on duty right now. However, that shift don't start till the Exeter launches. So, I do see here that the spa needs us to perform an inspection on it before its marked as complete. Want to start there?" Raising an eyebrow, Rylee nodded, "Sounds like a plan." ~The Spa? What is this guy's plan?~ she thought to herself. (Reply Boone) "Lead the way." (posted by Jackie) (USS Exeter - Sickbay – Med Intern acting Ens(jg) Lana Wakeman - 1130) "Excuse me a moment" Dr Vesper said to the new Officer "Intern Wakeman could you grab me deep tissue scanner and a holographic imageener?" “Aye Sir.” Lana took a tray from the side, and laid out the two required items. She was glad of the two years nursing. "Thank you. Ensign, I want to take a good look at this hip now, check youre ok for duty. With the place being a mess that it is we can mock up a field workaround. it wont take too long." Lana watched closely as Dr Vesper worked, looking carefully at the holographic image as it was displayed. Ensign Sleeford gave them the history of his injury. “Doctor, do you need a higher resolution? There’s a lot of scar tissue.” (Reply Vesper) (Posted by Mark(SPC) (USS Exeter – Spa - Ensign JG Rylee Page – 1135) Walking into the spa, Ryle took out her tricorder and looked around, "Okay, so where do we start?" (Reply Boone) "Well, I'm happy to start anywhere. The pick is yours, Sir." She replied with a wink. (Reply Boone, any) (Posted by Jackie) (USS Exeter – Deck 13, Operations Department – Ensign Boone Foster – 1137) Boone walked into the spa with his new partner Rylee. She first took out her tricorder and looked around, "Okay, so where do we start?" "Not sure..." Boone consulted his PADD as he trailed off thinking of the best place to start. "Well, I'm happy to start anywhere. The pick is yours, Sir." She replied with a wink. "Let's check the temperature regulators on the pools and jacuzzi's. We don't want people being burned. Better check the bubbler too. Can't have too many bubbles now," he attempted to make a joke. (reply Page) They both walked into the pool area which also housed several jacuzzis. "Computer, simulate a drowning a person in the main pool please." (reply Page) Suddenly, a hologramed lifeguard materialized in the pool where the computer had said there was an emergency situation. The lifeguard didn't see the emergency on the surface of the water so he dove underwater. When the lifeguard couldn't find the drowning person he resurfaced and looked at the two officers in the room. Boone spoke up, "Sorry, 'bout that. I was just test'n ya. Computer deactivate lifeguard." He turned his attention to Rylee. "How's the regulators?" (reply Page) (posted by Calvin Capps) (USS Exeter - Sickbay – CMO – Ens Gabe Vesper - 1140) As Gabe set up the equipment he started the scan. The small portable screen now on the bio bed next to the three of them showed the extent of the damage, Gabe watched amazed that Sleeford could even stand without pain. "Doctor, do you need a higher resolution? There's a lot of scar tissue." “Magnify on section five alpha for me, switch to a detailed mode. Actually, it would help if you could grab that extra imaginer so we can see both sides.” Gabe said his head buried in the screen (Reply Wakeman) “Ensign Sleeford, when exactly do you use a stick?” (reply Sleeford) “any roll your hips for me please” (reply Sleeford, wakeman) (Posted by Mat) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Mission: To boldly go Day: -6 Stardate: 2445.08.27 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (USS Exeter -Quarters – Ens (SG) Paul Sleeford - 0800) Sleeford woke refreshed and alert, walking through his quarters heading towards the shower, asking the computer to play soft classical music, stepping in he allowed the sonic waves to wash over him, running his hand over his face he took his razor and trimmed his beard to a nice length and turned his face left and right, nodding he walked out of the shower and back to the small bedroom, taking a clean uniform tunic and pants set he laid them on the bed. Spending a few minutes stretching his muscles Sleeford began a series of exercises designed to strengthen his hips and keep him supple, moving on to ones to improve his unarmed combat skills, standing he stretched back and loosened his back muscles and relaxed, taking several deep breaths he dressed and ordered a coffee from the replicator, grabbing he mug he walked out of the door. (posted by Alistair) (USS Exeter -Counsellors office Ens (SG) Paul Sleeford- 0830 ) Pressing the door chime Sleeford waited for the command to enter, while he waited (Reply Lavorre) Entering Sleeford looked round the office, his eyes catching the picture on the wall, cocking his head to one side to the other, “Interesting picture” (Reply Lavorre) Sitting opposite the counsellor, Sleeford waited for the conversation to begin (Reply Lavorre) (Posted by Alistair) (USS Exeter - Counsellors Office – Ens(sg) Jestayre "Jester" Lavorre - 0832) The office was now pretty much ready for visitors, Jester and her staff had been running around for the past few days to get it in a workable condition. She knew some of the onboarding staff would either want to come and introduce themselves or be ordered by their CO's to do so. It was a part of Starfleet life that if you had concerns, worries or simply needed someone to chat with that a Counsellor be available on the ship to do so. Sitting behind her desk she was truly unsure on this set of officers. She'd managed to read through most of the biographies and back storys however memory was never a strong suit for her, so she'd almost always need to relook it up before an appointment. Just then the door chime rang out and the door opened automatically as it was set to do when she was in. Stood in the doorway was a man in a Security & Tactical uniform, he looked to be mid-30s, had black hair and as he walked in she noticed the introduction of a slight limp to his walk. She placed a large grin on her face and stood up, "Ensign SLEEFORD. I pressume?!" Skipping towards him with an outstretched hand, "Please come take a seat." she herded him towards the desk. Keeping a close eye on his reactions, she moved around and sat opposite. "So, Paul. It's Paul, right? What are you in need of the Counsellor for?!" (Reply Paul Sleeford) (Posted by Jono Bradley - Jester Lavorre) (USS Exeter - Counsellors Office – Ens(sg) Paul Sleeford - 0833) Sleeford soot in the doorway and watched in slight surprise as the counsellor actually skipped round the desk like a young girl towards him, smiling slightly he waited. "Please come take a seat." she herded him towards the desk. Keeping a close eye on his reactions, she moved around and sat opposite. "So, Paul. It's Paul, right? What are you in need of the Counsellor for?!" Shifting slightly in the chair Sleeford looked at the young green skinned Orion opposite him over the desk, something about her bubbly personality made him want to gather her up and protect her, knowing deep down that like most of her race she was more than capable of ripping his heart out both figuratively and emotionally. “Well as we’re about to launch and it’s been over two years since my last evaluation, I thought I’d better come down and have someone scramble my head.” (Reply Lavorre) Laughing Sleeford crossed his legs “To be honest I’m fairly well together, six years ago that was another matter, I was a mess, a total mess” (Reply Lavorre) “After my accident I hit the rails as they say, I drank heavily, I got argumentative, aggressive. I wanted to fight the world” (Reply Lavorre) Sleeford sat and thought about his answer for several seconds, “I think it was that my choice of career had been denied me, I thought the entire galaxy was out to get me.” (Reply Lavorre) Looking down at the floor as he recalled the accident Sleeford could feel the air rushing past as he fell from the cliff face, shivering involuntary he looked up, “I was training to be a marine officer, on our last training exercise, I fell from a cliff, hitting the ground hard, breaking my hip and shattering my pelvis. As I lay in the hospital bed, being put back together, I was given the choice, Take a discharge or repeat the entire 5 year course. They knew that if I took the latter option that the cadets with lesser ability in the class below me would be captains’ and majors. I think now the Gunnery Sergeant was trying to save me from losing it at some later date and ending up in front of a court marshal for thumping an idiot with an oak leaf.” Laughing Sleeford shook his head,” Hell he was probable right. Anyway, my step father found me drunk as a skunk one night, squatted down in front of me, stared at me for several seconds, grabbed me by the shoulder and belt, lifted me and threw my in the pig sty with the words ‘If you gonna act like a pig you can live among um boy’” (reply Lavorre) Smiling Sleeford shook his head” I walked into the kitchen three days later dripping in mud and muck, my mother took one look, grabbed me by the ear, out to the horse trough, dumped me in and scrubbed me to within an inch of... well I was lucky to have skin left. After wards my Step father sat me down outside on the porch, handed me a drink and talked about what I wanted. I had to options, stay on the farm and work, marry a local girl and so on, or try Starfleet. The rest is history, here I am” (Reply Lavorre) (Posted by Alistair) (USS Exeter - Deck 8, Main Tactical Briefing Room - Chief Tactical Officer Ensign Dareshaa - 0900) Dareshaa stepped lightly into the room and saw that her senior officers of the tactical department were already present. "Greetings everyone," she said in a positive soft tone. "I am so happy to see everyone. I am Dareshaa the Chief Tactical Officer." She intentionally looked at each officer momentarily with a smile on her face as she spoke. Dareshaa took her seat at the end of the conference table. Everyone else in the room at this time took their seats as well. "This meeting won't be long. I know each of you are busy, and have many important tasks to complete. Speaking of, you will find priority tasks on your PADDs." A PADD had been placed on the table for each officer before hand. "Ensign Sleeford," Dareshaa looked at the male officer. "I would really like it if you could follow up on the internal security sensors. We don't want any unwanted guests on our ship stowing away for a free ride." Dareshaa turned her attention to Ensign Smith. "Ensign Smith, make your way to the torpedo launchers and run diagnostics. I want to make sure they have been properly installed by Engineering." Dareshaa smiled at both officers. "Is there anything you would like to add at this time?" (reply Sleeford, Smith) (posted by Calvin Capps) (USS Exeter - Deck 8, Main Tactical Briefing Room - Ensign JG Greta Smith - 0903) "Ensign Smith, make your way to the torpedo launchers and run diagnostics. I want to make sure they have been properly installed by Engineering. Is there anything you would like to add at this time?" Greta waited and shook her head. Even though she knew she didn’t have to, she wanted to start her new posting openly and honestly. As they all began to head for their respective duties, Greta walked up to Dareshaa, “Excuse me, Ma’am?” (Reply Dareshaa) “This is a little…. Can i speak openly?” (Reply Dareshaa) “This is a new posting for me and i want to start off on the right footing so to speak.” (Reply Dareshaa) “As my boss, i feel i should inform you that…. Well…” (Reply Dareshaa) “Ma’am, it’s a personal thing but… Well, i don’t know if HR has updated my file yet but, i got engaged in the last few days.” Greta replied, a smile creeping over her face. (Reply Dareshaa) (Posted by Jackie) (USS Exeter - Deck 8, Main Tactical Briefing Room - Chief Tactical Officer Ensign Dareshaa - 0905) The short meeting went quickly, and once it was over one of the senior tactical officers approached Dareshaa. “Excuse me, Ma’am?” asked Ensign Smith. Dareshaa clasped her hands together over her belly. "How can I help Ensign Smith?" “This is a little…. Can i speak openly?” Dareshaa stepped a little closer to Greta and placed her left hand on the Ensign's shoulder softly. "Of course, what is it?" she asked with concern. “This is a new posting for me and i want to start off on the right footing so to speak.” The Orion smiled sweetly and gazed into the woman's eyes. She non-verbally told Greta to continue. “As my boss, i feel i should inform you that…. Well…” Dareshaa gently squeezed Greta's shoulder again to show that she should continue with what she has to say. “Ma’am, it’s a personal thing but… Well, i don’t know if HR has updated my file yet but, i got engaged in the last few days.” Greta replied, a smile creeping over her face. "Greta!" Dareshaa switched from more of a professional role to a friend role even thought the two officer's really didn't know each other well. "That is absolutely fantastic news!" She smiled from ear to ear. Dareshaa took a step back, and clearly switching back into the Chief of Tactical role. "Why were you so nervous to share? Is there some kind of security risk I should be aware of?" (reply Greta) (posted by Calvin Capps) (Mars – Red Sands Tavern – CSO LT JG Erin Cortez – 1224) Looking over at the table where Billy was sat, she felt a pang in her heart. ~he looks so happy there with Foxglove…. Did I miss my chance? If I did so be it but, I hope…. Just go to talk to him.~ Taking a breath, she walked over to their table and smiled, "I hope I am not interrupting anything?" (Reply Billy/Foxglove) "No… you two enjoy your food together. I just came over to see if you would be free for dinner sometime, Billy?" (Reply Billy) "Whenever you have time. It would be nice to catch up." (Reply Billy) "That's fine. Have fun you two." She replied and turned away, walking towards the door without a backwards glance. As she left, she walked towards a bench nearby the bar and sat down, closing her eyes. ~I… why was that harder than I thought it would be. I wasn't ready for anything before…. Now, well, all I can do is see and just be me. The stronger me.~ (Reply Billy/Foxglove, any) (Posted by Jackie) (Mars – Red Sands Tavern – StratOPS Ensign SG Billy Alexander – 1226) "If thats how you wanna be, at least I not going with a heart attack burger. Do I need to have medical on stand by when you finish that?" "Please, the Billy Burger isn't a heart attack on a plate. It is a delicate piece of art. Beautiful, fiery, delicious. It's the perfect blend of juicy meat, delicious bacon, cheese, and enough heat to make you feel alive." (reply Foxglove) At that moment the two were interrupted by a voice of someone approaching. "I hope I am not interrupting anything?" Billy turned to see his ex Erin standing there. He hadn't talked to her in ages. Things did not end entirely well between them. He had wanted nothing more then for her to let him in, treat him like a partner as an equal, but he had always felt like second place to her. Whether it be to the emotional ghosts she carried or her reluctance of truly integrate Billy into her life, she always made him feel like an outsider. The kicker was after the Gul Dulon incident. He had gone to visit her, flowers and chocolates, and she was gone. She had left to go take a 30 day leave of absence to clear her head, to heal, and she didn't tell him. Just left without saying a word. He got a hold of her, they broke up, and he hadn't talked to her since. He always wished her well. A part of him would think of her from time to time. She had turned the corner into being a good officer, but when it came to her personal life, Billy would always wonder, was she truly just a scared, broken individual, or was she really that selfish. "Oh, hey Erin." He said awkwardly. ~You look well.~ He thought to himself. "Care to join us?" "No… you two enjoy your food together. I just came over to see if you would be free for dinner sometime, Billy?" "I mean sure I guess I could be free eventually, not sure if it will be before the launch though." ~Get together for dinner, huh. I hope you serve a nice heaping of I'm sorry, with a side of humble pie.~ "Whenever you have time. It would be nice to catch up." "I'll let you know, but like I said, I don't know when that will be." "That's fine. Have fun you two." Billy watched as she walked away. ~She is still beautiful. Focus Billy, focus. That's the person who didn't think you important enough to even tell you she was leaving to get better. Eat your Billy Burger.~ "Sorry about that. I guess that was a bit awkward." (reply Foxglove) "But I guess, given the way she and I left it, I should meet with her right? At least for closures sake? I don't know, what would you do, and don't say kill her in her sleep. I could never hurt Erin....ever." (reply Foxglove) (reply Foxglove) (posted by Will) (Mars – Red Sands Tavern – CIO/3O Lieutenant JG Jaelle Foxglove – 1233) Please, the Billy Burger isn't a heart attack on a plate. It is a delicate piece of art. Beautiful, fiery, delicious. It's the perfect blend of juicy meat, delicious bacon, cheese, and enough heat to make you feel alive." She smiled, "You have a need to feel alive. What are you a zombie, is it to late for you." She quipped. At that moment the two were interrupted by a voice of someone approaching. "I hope I am not interrupting anything?" Jaelle looked as Erin came walked up to the two. She nodded in greeting. Jaelle understood that Erin had been though a great deal. It was a difficult time in her life. Jaelle wanted to speak with her. But Erin had become distant and hard to approach. Which with all the occurred was understandable. "Oh, hey Erin." Billy said awkwardly. "Care to join us?" "No… you two enjoy your food together. I just came over to see if you would be free for dinner sometime, Billy?" Erin spoke, Jaelle knew what she asked was hard. "I mean sure I guess I could be free eventually, not sure if it will be before the launch though." "Whenever you have time. It would be nice to catch up." Erin continued as the conversation between the two became more tense. Jaelle kept quite knowing it was not her place. "I'll let you know, but like I said, I don't know when that will be." "That's fine. Have fun you two." Jaelle watched Billy as Billy watched Erin walk away. As she took a bite from her lunch. "Sorry about that. I guess that was a bit awkward." "Life is full of awkward moments, it will pass." She spoke softly, knowing more was on his mind. "But I guess, given the way she and I left it, I should meet with her right? At least for closures sake? I don't know, what would you do, and don't say kill her in her sleep. I could never hurt Erin....ever." "And in that you have your answer." She took another bite of her pasta. "You say you could never hurt Erin but she hurts now. I know you have your feelings and your own hurts. So yes you both need closure, and sooner than later. The longer things go like this the more damage it will do to your friendship." She took a sip from her drink and looked over Billy. "Take it from someone who as lost and never got that closure, never got that piece of mind. It may hurt, but you will feel better afterward, and after everything is said in done I will still be here." (Reply Billy) "Also please tell Erin that I would like to talk to her." Her voice was sincere, calming. (Reply Billy) (Posted by Matthew Locke) (Mars – Red Sands Tavern – StratOps Ensign SG Billy Alexander – 1235) "Take it from someone who has lost and never got that closure, never got that piece of mind. It may hurt, but you will feel better afterward, and after everything is said in done I will still be here." "I get it, I truly do. What she went through. I know she blamed herself. Felt she was being judged. I should talk to her. I owe her that." "Also please tell Erin that I would like to talk to her." Her voice was sincere, calming. "That my sound better coming from you. If I tell her you want to talk to her, she might get spooked that the red eyed Boogeyman was coming to get her". Billy began to chuckle. (Reply foxglove) Taking a bite from his burger, the heat from the jalapeños, chipotle cheddar, and habanero BBQ sauce were begging to cause sweat to appear on the top of Billy's head. "The thing is Jae, and I'm being honest here because you're my good friend and I trust you, I get she went through hell, she needed space, but I was ready to do whatever it took to help her. And she didn't even tell me she was leaving. I had flowers and chocolates all ready. Was going to bring some brightness to her quarters to help her mood. I'm logging out of my terminal next to the admiral's office. There it is, her request for a leave of absence approved in my inbox to file. Approved the day before. She left without even telling me. I found out solely due to the nature of my work. So I get she wasn't herself, that she needed to heal, that she needs closure. But the vindictive side of me is still that same pissed of guy who broke his hand punching a wall in anger." (Reply foxglove) "And yeah, I've moved on. Feel great. Had plenty of dates with beautiful women in the time since. Nothing serious, all fun flings. Everyone I dated in the academy left me as soon as someone better showed up. All of them are now married to mr. Better. Erin was supposed to end the streak. But she didn't just leave me for Mr. Better. I could have handled that. She just left. And she didn't do it on purpose. She's a sweet girl who was scared, afraid, embarrassed, and didn't know if she could let anyone in. I get that. It wasn't malicious. And Erin really is a sweet person. And I hear she really got the help she needed over the last year and truly grew. I just happened to be the collateral damage im the wake of everything that went down to make it happen." (Reply foxglove) "Sorry, I'm ruining or lunch. I'm such an ass. Thanks for being such a good friend this last year. I'm glad I decided to get to know you back when we went to the post Trill party. The one where everything almost went to hell. You really aren't as scary as they say Jae. I'll stop throwing the pity party now." (Reply foxglove) (Reply foxglove) (Posted by Will) (Mars – Red Sands Tavern – CIO/3O Lieutenant JG Jaelle Foxglove – 1238) "That my sound better coming from you. If I tell her you want to talk to her, she might get spooked that the red eyed Boogeyman was coming to get her". Billy began to chuckle. Finishing a bite from her lunch and chasing it down with her drink she looked at Billy. "Red eyed Boogeyman really. Do these just come to you or do you have to think about them." Taking a bite from his burger, the heat from the jalapeños, chipotle cheddar, and habanero BBQ sauce were begging to cause sweat to appear on the top of Billy's head. "The thing is Jae, and I'm being honest here because you're my good friend and I trust you, I get she went through hell, she needed space, but I was ready to do whatever it took to help her. And she didn't even tell me she was leaving. I had flowers and chocolates all ready. Was going to bring some brightness to her quarters to help her mood. I'm logging out of my terminal next to the admiral's office. There it is, her request for a leave of absence approved in my inbox to file. Approved the day before. She left without even telling me. I found out solely due to the nature of my work. So I get she wasn't herself, that she needed to heal, that she needs closure. But the vindictive side of me is still that same pissed of guy who broke his hand punching a wall in anger." She placed her fork down and just listened to Billy sometimes it was better to just listen and let a friend vent. As she interlaced her fingers and rested her head on her hands. "And yeah, I've moved on. Feel great. Had plenty of dates with beautiful women in the time since. Nothing serious, all fun flings. Everyone I dated in the academy left me as soon as someone better showed up. All of them are now married to mr. Better. Erin was supposed to end the streak. But she didn't just leave me for Mr. Better. I could have handled that. She just left. And she didn't do it on purpose. She's a sweet girl who was scared, afraid, embarrassed, and didn't know if she could let anyone in. I get that. It wasn't malicious. And Erin really is a sweet person. And I hear she really got the help she needed over the last year and truly grew. I just happened to be the collateral damage im the wake of everything that went down to make it happen." She just continued to let Billy vent she knew him well enough to know when he would run out of steam. "Sorry, I'm ruining or lunch. I'm such an ass. Thanks for being such a good friend this last year. I'm glad I decided to get to know you back when we went to the post Trill party. The one where everything almost went to hell. You really aren't as scary as they say Jae. I'll stop throwing the pity party now." "Save that for when you see me in action." She spoke quietly. "As for a pity party its of no consequence. We all have time where we need to vent." She took another bite of her more tame meal. "See its not ruined, and don't think of people leaving you for Mr. Better. One day you'll meet Ms. Right and you'll be Mr. Right and things will just click. Till then I'm sure there will be no shortage of beautiful girls. Unless I scare them off first." (Reply Billy) (Posted by Matthew Locke) (Mars – Red Sands Tavern – StratOps Ensign SG Billy Alexander – 1240) "See its not ruined, and don't think of people leaving you for Mr. Better. One day you'll meet Ms. Right and you'll be Mr. Right and things will just click. Till then I'm sure there will be no shortage of beautiful girls. Unless I scare them off first." "Why would you scare off the girls who might be interested in me, unless....you were jealous." Billy said with a laugh. (reply foxglove) "But seriously, I mean, yeah I'm sure in time I will meet Ms. Right or whatever. Man if I was off duty, I'd be drinking a bourbon right now. Do you know how hard it is being related to the wonder twins?" (reply Foxglove) "Seriously though, yeah sure, maybe I'll find ms. right, but I just feel like a loser sometimes. Trip, Sienna, and I are the same age. And yeah, they were better students then me, but come on. We're 23 and she's First Officer of the Illuminar, and he's Captain of the Exeter. Like come on. Our oldest cousin, Jimmy, is what you'd call an all-american stud and he's only a lieutenant senior grade, and the highest position hes gotten is replacing Trip as head of the 1st Fighter Wing. He's been in the fleet six years. Trip and Sy, have achieved more in one year, than he has in six, and he busted his ass off. My brother DJ, has been in for five, just made full lieutenant, and is just now been made a department, head. But the wonder twins, boom. Then Trip just finds the love of his life without even trying. And me, once again, poor Billy. Look, I know I shouldn't be jealous. We all knew Trip and Sy were going to shock the world and I will follow Trip to the ends of the galaxy. He sees more in me then most. But everything comes easy to him, career, love, friends, and me.... I have great friends, a great life, but when I compare myself to my cousins, that are my same age, well. I feel so much less. So inadequate. I guess just seeing Erin, just kind of reminded me of how much I don't have compared to them. Compare to Trip. We're close, and I'm happy for him, and I'm not really jealous. But I guess I'm still processing it.....and sometimes, it makes me feel so small and alone." (reply Foxglove) (reply Foxglove) (posted by Will) (Mars – Red Sands Tavern – CIO/3O Lieutenant JG Jaelle Foxglove – 1243) "Why would you scare off the girls who might be interested in me, unless....you were jealous." Billy said with a laugh. "Guilty by association, just because your seen with me others might keep there distance." Jaelle spoke with a smile. "But seriously, I mean, yeah I'm sure in time I will meet Ms. Right or whatever. Man if I was off duty, I'd be drinking a bourbon right now. Do you know how hard it is being related to the wonder twins?" "Nope" She spoke knowing Billy was about to go on another rant. "Seriously though, yeah sure, maybe I'll find ms. right, but I just feel like a loser sometimes. Trip, Sienna, and I are the same age. And yeah, they were better students then me, but come on. We're 23 and she's First Officer of the Illuminar, and he's Captain of the Exeter. Like come on. Our oldest cousin, Jimmy, is what you'd call an all-american stud and he's only a lieutenant senior grade, and the highest position hes gotten is replacing Trip as head of the 1st Fighter Wing. He's been in the fleet six years. Trip and Sy, have achieved more in one year, than he has in six, and he busted his ass off. My brother DJ, has been in for five, just made full lieutenant, and is just now been made a department, head. But the wonder twins, boom. Then Trip just finds the love of his life without even trying. And me, once again, poor Billy. Look, I know I shouldn't be jealous. We all knew Trip and Sy were going to shock the world and I will follow Trip to the ends of the galaxy. He sees more in me then most. But everything comes easy to him, career, love, friends, and me.... I have great friends, a great life, but when I compare myself to my cousins, that are my same age, well. I feel so much less. So inadequate. I guess just seeing Erin, just kind of reminded me of how much I don't have compared to them. Compare to Trip. We're close, and I'm happy for him, and I'm not really jealous. But I guess I'm still processing it.....and sometimes, it makes me feel so small and alone." "We all have our trials. At one point in time I was a commander and a first officer but times change. Just be ready when opportunities come knocking at your door." (Reply Billy) She took another bite of her meal enjoying the conversation. "At some point you will decide what path you want and you will take it, and not even the wonder twins will stop you." (Reply Billy) (Posted by Matthew Locke) (Mars – Red Sands Tavern – StratOps Ensign SG Billy Alexander – 1245) "We all have our trials. At one point in time I was a commander and a first officer but times change. Just be ready when opportunities come knocking at your door." "I know, I got to stop feeling bad for myself. I've got a normal career path. I guess that I've heard so many people say poor Billy, that after awhile, you begin to believe it. But yeah. I'll be fine." She took another bite of her meal enjoying the conversation. "At some point you will decide what path you want and you will take it, and not even the wonder twins will stop you." "Maybe I'll go to the Andes mountain range and raise llamas. That could be a fun path." Billy said with a chuckle. (reply foxglove) "I'm going to have to talk to her, aren't I. Erin that is. Have a heart to heart. I'm gonna have to do the right thing?" (reply foxglove) "Well to quote Ailynn, 'bollocks'. All right well I guess I can man up, hear her out, and share my feelings. I'm apparently really good at that." (reply foxglove) "You know, I forgave her almost instantly, but I guess I never actually told her that. I think that's important. Bollocks." (reply Foxglove iyw) Billy then downed a few fries in a hurry and chugged the rest of his drink, letting out a loud burb. "Excuse me Jae, but I got to run. Need to download all of the latest Fleet movements and strategic maps. Might take awhile. But we can catch up later. Maybe after we both talk to Erin." Billy then got up and made his way towards the door. Turning back slightly, he then smiled at Foxglove, "Oh and Jae, one of these days, I'm gonna get you to tell me who you really are." (reply Foxglove) Billy then smiled as he left the Red Sands. (reply Foxglove) (posted by Will) (Mars – Red Sands Tavern – CIO/3O Lieutenant JG Jaelle Foxglove – 1248) "Maybe I'll go to the Andes mountain range and raise llamas. That could be a fun path." Billy said with a chuckle. "Bet the view would be nice" she joked. "I'm going to have to talk to her, aren't I. Erin that is. Have a heart to heart. I'm gonna have to do the right thing?" "Yup" she said quickly as another bite of her pasta disappeared leaving only a small morsel remaining. "Well to quote Ailynn, 'bollocks'. All right well I guess I can man up, hear her out, and share my feelings. I'm apparently really good at that." "Better than you know. Its really refreshing to see someone so connected with how he feels." "You know, I forgave her almost instantly, but I guess I never actually told her that. I think that's important. Bollocks." "Then tell her when you have dinner." Jaelle spoke as she finished her meal and sat back in her chair. Billy then downed a few fries in a hurry and chugged the rest of his drink, letting out a loud burb. "Excuse me Jae, but I got to run. Need to download all of the latest Fleet movements and strategic maps. Might take awhile. But we can catch up later. Maybe after we both talk to Erin." Billy then got up and made his way towards the door. Turning back slightly, he then smiled at Foxglove, "Oh and Jae, one of these days, I'm gonna get you to tell me who you really are." "There is only one way to find that out." She smiled then cocked her head. "A girls gotta have a few secrets." Billy then smiled as he left the Red Sands. Jaelle sat for a moment her mind taking in everything that just happened. Weighing her options and the right and best course of actions with a detachment that would make a Vulcan proud. But could she follow the logical path... did she want to. She stood after a time and left the Red Sands glad she came. (reply none) (posted by Matthew) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Mission: To boldly go Day: -5 Stardate: 2445.08.28 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (Mars - Coffee shop, Minerva City- CSO Lt JG Erin Cortez & SPC FSCO Lt James Hart - 0900) Jimmy had only been on mars for a few days. He knew his orders to be the new flight squadron CO before Trip even knew he was going to be CO of the Exeter. They should have told Trip sooner but brass wanted to make sure that Jimmy was going to pan out first. He had spent the last month on Earth doing advanced flight training to transition from being a ship pilot and tactical officer to handling the newest fighter. He hadn’t flown a fighter since the academy. But he was damn good at it. Of course his jerk of a cousin was taking the XO and 2O of the fighter wing with him. Still he was excited for the chance to show brass what he was capable of. He entered the small coffee shop in the historic downtown of Minerva City. She was Ares City’s sister city, and was on the opposite side of the base from Ares City. Most of the base preferred Ares City, it was more metropolitan, but Jimmy liked the more rustic charm of Minerva City. Not to mention it had a nice farmers market, and a stockyard where local ranchers brought their cattle. It reminded him of the family ranches on Earth. Sitting in the coffee shop, he was seated at a table in the corner, sipping his coffee he was reading a PADD catching up on the squadron roster. He was going to have to replace Ravok Shara, Ire Williams, and Greta Smith. The only squadron leaders left were Reena Dezza and Trinity Frost. He would have to shuffle some people around, and he was going to create his own squadron, the fighter wing could support an additional squadron. He was going to call them the Thunderducks as a way to tease his cousin. Walking into the coffee shop, Erin smiled. Off duty and relaxed, she had made the trip over to Minerva city. Having picked up a few items she had wanted, she held her bag over her shoulder, adjusted her light cotton, simple dress and walked into the coffee house. After ordering her drink, she sat by the window and pulled out an old looking book, leant back in her chair and began to read. Jimmy looked around and saw a familiar face in a blue dress. He walked over, “Erin, so good to see you, I didn’t think we’d run into each other on Mars, what with the Exeter getting ready to leave. Jimmy had met Erin while on Earth at advanced pilot training in preparation to take over the Fighter Wing. They had become fast friends, even if she did date his cousin for a month and sort of leave him in her wake. But she was apparently a different person now than she was then. "Take a seat, Jimmy." Erin replied, closing her book. "What brings you out here to Minerva?" “Just learning my new city. As you know I’m taking over the Fighter Wing from my cousin Trip. Everyone talks about Ares City, I thought I’d give Minerva some love. You know. Two things can both be held in esteem at the same time right. Don’t have to choose between the two as my favorite Martian city just yet. What about you?” "Me? It's the bookstores. I rediscovered my love of reading whilst I was on Earth. Just to lose myself in a book, in another world was everything. Now, I read because I enjoy it. That and it stops me kicking Admiral Krane's ass on the archery range at the academy. " she replied. “Reading is good. I guess, was never the bookish sort. More of the Jock. I guess all the males of my family are jocks. Always the athlete, always the sports star.” He laughed. “Have you talked to Billy since you’ve been back. Y’all will both be on the Exeter together. He talks a big game, but who knows how mature he really is. Who knows how mature you really are.” "No, I haven't and, if I am honest, I don't know if he would even want to. I wasn't mature. Not really…. Now, I'd like to think that I was." “Have you at least told him you want to talk?” "Yes. I suppose I need to take whatever he has to say. I mean, I was the one that walked, that bailed.” “Billy will talk to you because that was the way he was raised. It may not be pleasant, but he will talk to you. And I hope you listen and I hope he listens to you. He acts like a smart ass, but he’s really sensitive deep down.” "I know. I just wish things had happened differently but, that's life. I wasn't ready to be the person I should be, the person he… " she paused a moment, smiled softly at Jimmy and continued, "I'm going to stop talking now. Because I babble. A lot." “Don’t worry about it, I shouldn’t talk about Billy with you anyways. Sorry it didn’t work out. He still thinks the world of you by the way. Last I’ll say, last I’ll say.” Smiling, she looked at him, "then that's a good thing. " “So tell me then Erin, are you looking forward to being on a ship rather than mars. I spent the bulk of my now six year career on research vessels. Some of the few ships we still had out there. Nebulas don’t study themselves. I’m looking forward to something more stationary. But what about you?” "I changed specialism. Used to be a counsellor until I realised that I couldn’t help people the way I wanted to when I couldn't help myself. This last year, some very special people helped me to realise that and now, Chief Science officer on the Exeter. Being stationary doesn't help me. I need change. I have changed so maybe being on the ship will help me." “Funny how it works like that.” "Life is funny. If someone would have told me that I would be Chief Science officer on a newly built starship 5 years ago, I would have laughed at them. Mind you, I wouldn't be the person I am now without the experiences I have had." “Life doesn’t work according to the way we think it will. Oftentimes, it throws twists and turns our way that we don’t quite expect. It’s how we deal with it that really matters.” Nodding, a smile grew over her face, "I see what you are alluding to there, mister. But you are right. Sometimes life throws a curveball at you. It's how you catch it and run, or drop it that shows the measure of you as a person. " “Erin, are you familiar with baseball?” Tilting her head slightly, her brow furrowed as she replied, "I am not and I dread to think where this is going." “Part of being a good hitter is learning how to adjust to the different pitches that the pitcher is going to throw at you. Some pitchers get really good at hitting fastballs. These are pitches with very little movement but high velocity. A good hitter can sit on a fastball, wait for it to get over the plate and absolutely crush it.” "Ok… I think I understand. " she replied, still extremely confused. “So how do pitchers combat this, they throw breaking balls, pitches with lower velocity, but a lot of movement, or break, which is why they’re called breaking balls. So a pitcher up against a fast ball hitter will rely only on the fast ball if they need to, bit will use breaking balls to keep the hitter off balance.” Biting her lip, Erin just nodded, ~I honestly have no clue what he is trying to say here but I get the feeling that this is his way of saying that I need to adjust to life better.~ “So a good hitter will learn how to adjust to a pitcher’s timing and rhythm. The hitter needs to not only be able to crush fastballs, but be able to adjust to the breaking balls. Same as life. We may be well attuned to hitting the fast balls life throws at us. But as people, we need to learn how to adjust when life throws us stuff we’re not ready for. Be it a curveball, a sinker, hell even a screwball. Does that make sense?” Smiling, she nodded then shook her head, "Sports and me… don't mix. Unless you count archery. Archery is my thing. There's just something so primal about a bow and arrow. Something that speaks to me." “Archery is to posh and prissy for me. You don’t really push yourself to the limit, test your endurance, see how far you can really go. It’s not primal enough. It’s not a battle.” Raising an eyebrow, Erin looked at him, "I can understand why you would say that but…" “Man needs conflict, needs an outlet for feelings, and sports like archery, that aren’t necessarily completely head to head, like say tennis, football, soccer, baseball, just don’t do it for me. I want to be pushed to the absolute limit.” "Then I have a suggestion. If you think your game for it?" “Don’t you have to pack. You’re leaving at the end of the month. Not a lot of time to getting into games with someone you really don’t truly know. Yeah we hung out a few times on Earth, drank beers. But beyond the fact that you know my cousins, date one of them, you don’t know me. And honestly, you shouldn’t waste time when you should be packing.” Jimmy paused, “Of course if my cousin DJ where here, he’d say, Mr. Perfect strikes again, work before play is all he’ll ever say.” With a sigh, “Guess I should lighten up a bit, ok, what is the suggestion?” "Look, I can pack faster than Q can send us to meet the Borg okay? I just need to let loose for a bit. Have some fun." “There are certain kinds of fun that I’m not game for, call me old fashioned but you did date my cousin, even if it was a one month fling.” Shaking her head, Erin smiled, "Wow, you think a lot of yourself.." she smiled wider, "Not that sort of fun." “Ok, so what do you have in mind?” "A challenge of sorts. That's the suggestion." She sat back in her chair with a wicked smile on her face. ~he's competitive. I can see that. ~ “Yeah, as long as it isn’t chess or reading a book, there is no challenge. So shoot.” "Firstly, I can't play chess. Tried and failed miserably. " “It’s really not that hard, just boring.” "How does this sound… you show me baseball… show me this competition spirit you talk so much about. And I will show you how archery is exactly the same. Because, believe me, you have no idea of the type of archery programs I run on the holodeck. Game?" “Do you always have this drive to prove people wrong?” "No." “Look, I’m sorry for offending Archery, and I don’t doubt it’s competitive, but two things can be different, yet have value. Two people can have different opinions and be friends.” Jimmy smiled, “The truth is, the challenge isn’t needed. Plus I don’t have the time anyways. And if you think I’m chickening out, you should check who has the Archery record at the academy. I believe his initials are JTH. And I wasn't even on the team, it was an open competition.” "Wait… that was you?" “But Erin, and I think this is why you and Billy were probably not gonna work, and I’ll say this to Billy as well. Billy can be immature, and he rises up when challenged, he’s still figuring out that some hills are not worth dying on in. He can let friendly games get out of hand. I hear about the prank war. And you, even when you were healing, and in the month we’ve been talking, you hate being wrong. You find being wrong a direct challenge to your opinions, your belief, and you have to set the record straight. So you push, he pushes back, and in the end, even if you didn’t have the other things going on. It wouldn’t settle. You have to be right and he has no patience. Remember that whenever it is you meet with him.” Sighing, she leant forward and put her hands on the table, "No-one has ever put it quite like that…" “I’m Mr. Perfect, remember?” He said with a laugh. "No, you're right. You are totally right. How in the hell did you read me that fast?" “I was an over competitive Jerk once. I was immature once. And I’ve been in the fleet for six years. When you are out in space in close quarters with other people, you learn how to read them.” "I bet. In close quarters, you get the measure of someone fast. You have to." “I’ll be real with you Erin, if you really wanted to show you’ve grown, if you really want a challenge. I have one for you.” Sitting back, she looked at him, "Okay, shoot." “I challenge you to not challenge. I challenge you to really look and see that it’s ok to have your opinion challenged. That two things can have equal merit and value. You don’t have to….well challenge." "Was that in itself a challenge?" She replied with a smile. “Deal?” "Okay, deal." #(reply none) (posted by Jackie and Will) (USS Exeter - Nine and Dine- First Officer, Lieutenant SG Ailynn Bracken and Assistant Chief Flight Officer, Ensign SG Ronnie Winters- 13:00) “And then I said, If you’re gonna ask me out on a date, the least you can do is call me by the right name. And the poor Bolian was so embarrassed he hasn’t talked to me in 3 months. Shame too, had he gotten my name right, I would have said yes. The only time more embarrassing was when Trip’s cousin Billy asked me out six months ago. I turned so red when I told him that I could never, ever date him, and just the sad look on his face, that I tripped over my own feet as I ran away and went straight into a bush. Finally he understood that he was not my type. But you know me, I could never be with someone like Billy, for obvious reasons, even if he is cute.” “He is cute, but yeah...totally weird situation. So the Bolian...dare I ask what name he gave you?“ Ailynn asked as she sipped her drink. “Reenie Williams…..Like ok, I have a W last name, and there are way too many Williamses running around, but Reenie, really. It’s like come on man, its close, but like it rhymes with Weenie.” “Sorry, I shouldn’t bother you with my silly stories, just wanted to get your mind off of, well you know. But things are better between you two, right?” Ailynn shook her head, “It’s fine, I really don’t mind. It’s nice just to talk to someone. It feels different with Trip now that we’re in each other’s pockets all the time, not like back on Mars, where we did very different jobs and then just got together in the evening. That only leaves Erin, and though she’s a good friend, she’d get fed up with my moping fast enough. Mum and I had a long chat thankfully, largely instigated by Ash. She pointed out in her gentle way that actually mum and I are virtually identical people, and both highly strung and emotional to boot.” “Ash is very maternal, isn’t she? She’s would be a great mom, she’s gonna be a great mom. She is gonna be a great mom.” Ronnie repeated twice for some reason. “I can’t believe how much she’s changed, back at school she was so introverted, she had it rough though as you know, at school and at home. Now though, the person that was hiding under her shell has come out, and she’s part of a lovely family. She’s got what she deserved.” Ailynn ran her mind over the last sentence, realising that it probably didn’t sound right. “I meant that in a good way…” She qualified quickly. “So mum and I had a long chat, and we were able to both express our thoughts and our worries. I was able to explain that, yeah sure, at the moment it may seem like i’ve thrown a career away, but 2 or 3 years, who knows where I’ll be.” “She is so different from your Gran. Your mom that is, they are so different. Your Gran probably thinks its so great that you're diversifying your career. I just can’t believe your mom flipped out. I mean, wasn’t she a CO at one point. But I guess it’s good you talked about it. I think she’s just scared… that something might happen to you.” Ailynn nodded, and took another sip of her juice. “I agree, but that would still be the case if I was CMO on this ship, or even still based on Mars, hell, StarFleet HQ was hit 2 years ago, danger follows us around, whatever our tunic colour. Mum had a difficult early life, so she craves stability and order, Dale was always looking to the horizon, my great grandfather tells me, looking for adventure.” “I think it is a bit more than that. Your mom is the head of Starfleet Medical, and as long as you are the CMO on Mars she has a little bit more guidance over what you do, not from a career perspective. But rather, it means she is more able to protect you with you in Medical. She can’t protect you if you are off somewhere in the quadrant wearing a red uniform….No parent wants to bury a child.” Ronnie paused, took a deep breath. Remembering her grandmother’s grief everytime she remembered Ronnie’s mother, “I think she just is afraid of losing you and doesn’t know how to express that healthily.” “I know, and I understand that and largely agree with what you’re saying, and if I’m ever a mom, then no doubt I’ll be the same, but surely part of being a parent is raising a child to be able to spread their wings, rather than keeping them clipped?” Ronnie places her hand on Ailynns, “I don’t think your mom is trying to clip your wings. Look, I told you what happened to my parents. Gran, my gran, never really recovered from the loss of my mom. Parents want their children to soar, but they will always see their children as little babies, as their little babies. It’s only natural. And I don’t know I don’t get it, I’ve never been a parent, I never really knew mine. But if my gran could have found a way to keep my parents from boarding that ship, she would have chained them in her house.” Ailynn held Ronnie’s hand. “I know, I can’t imagine what you and she went through.” Ailynn felt her mood sink, “and here’s me just talking about me. I’m so sorry, I didn’t consider your feelings.” Over the past few months, she’d grown fond of Ronnie, finding in her another kind, warm hearted girl, there seemed an inner strength to her though, Ronnie’s gran had done a fine job raising her. “No it’s ok, I mean, I hardly knew them. It’s ok, I have had 20 something years to heal.” Ronnie said with a warm smile. She had enjoyed bonding with Ailynn and considered her, her closest and dearest friend, even though Ronnie knew she could never compete with Trip or Sy in Ailynn’s heart. It was different bond though, something familial almost. “How are you though, like with everything. It can’t be easy. Your secret aunt is now married you your best friend, who is now your boss and your uncle. You have a half brother you never knew about, and your girlfriend, who is your best friends twin, is going her own way. You’ve got a lot more on you plate. Seriously A-Bomb, how are you doing, how are you adjusting?” “Honestly? I’ve no idea. I’m...happy for the most part, truly. Ashlyn and Trip are right for each other. I'm overjoyed they’re together. The weird family thing is just that, just another layer of strange that my family seems to pick up. The half brother is still a thing that is settling down, but we have a long time to come to terms with that. As to Sienna and I...well, that’s where it gets complicated.” “And let me guess, this is one of those, I don’t want to talk to about it moments, huh?” Ailynn shook her head. “I need to talk about it actually, I think we’ve come to terms with the fact that we’re drifting, and that our emotions are changing. It hurts, we’ll always be in each others lives in some way I hope.” As she spoke the aching sadness filled her once more, as it had so often of late. “Maybe someday in the future we’ll drift back together.” “Yeah, that’s how it was with mom and dad, you know, they knew each other as kids, but then met each other again through work. Trip and Ash, they cycled back to each other. There is always going to be hope. Hold on to that, A-Bomb, hold on to that.” “I do, and I am holding. There’s some comfort, I know that I’ll always love her, time will see how that love manifests, I hope that we’ll always be a part of each other’s lives in some way. Fate will let us know, If it’s romance then that will be lovely, if it’s a similar bond to Trip and I, then fine. If it’s too painful, then I’ll accept that, but cling to the good times and happy memories that we did have together. At the moment, it’s painful.” “Have you talked to her about it? Have you talked to Trip about it?” "Sienna and I have spoken a few times, but I think it will take time for the raw emotion to subside. As to Trip, no I haven't, and I know I have to, but the situation is so complicated." “Well, I’m not your bestfriend/Uncle/boss or your girlfriend/childhood friend. And I’ll tell you the same thing I told Billy. You will never, ever be my type. So I can be the friend you need when you need it.” Ailynn smiled. “Well, I’m not sure if I’m insulted, why wouldn’t I be your type?” She chuckled. “Seriously though I know, and you’re right. I don’t have a lot of people that I can really lean on, seems that everyone is getting together, really closely together I mean, and I seem to be at the opposite end of that spectrum, My best friend is now my superior, my girlfriend and I are drifting apart, and my half brother is the CMO who I'm not exactly sure if we're on speaking terms. So...yeah I could do with a friend." “Well I’ve got your back Ailynn. You can always come to me.” "Thanks Ronnie" “Any time. So while we’re on the subject of friends, who do you think the cutest boys on the crew are. Need to start a list, you know, just in case.” Ailynn chuckled gently "just in case I go for a boy next time round?" She raised an eyebrow with mock irritation. “No, for me you silly goose.” "Oooh! I thought…" “I’m teasing, I’m teasing, I just wanted to see what you would say.” "I know…" Ailynn replied "I'm not about to jump at the next vine just because the current one is slipping away. “But seriously Ailynn, make sure you take care of yourself. You’re important to this ship, this crew, your friends. So the next time you feel like you don’t know who to talk to, just find me. And if there is anyone I need to go smack, I’ll give them a wallop upside the head.” Ailynn smiled "I'm glad you're here you know that? You sure I'm not your type?" She winked impishly, telling Ronnie that she wasn’t being serious. "I don't know what we're going into, but I'm glad that you're with us on board, and that have you as a friend" “But seriously though, I do need that list of cute boys as soon as possible.” Ronnie said with a chuckle. “At least so I can make sure that all the cute ones get my name right. Reenie, Reenie. I mean come one. Why does it have to rhyme with weenie?!” (reply none) (posted by Will and Mark) (USS Exeter – Deck 2 Officers Quarters – CMO Ens(sg) Gabe Vesper and FO Lt(sg) Ailynn Bracken - 1700) Walking down the corridor Gabe had managed to get himself some down time, he had been trying to catch up with Ailynn for the last few weeks but she clearly had her plate full. Turning the corner he stopped at the door he sighed and tapped the button. Ailynn looked up at the door across the suite that somewhat embarrassingly she had to herself. The wounds of the last 24 hours still hadn’t quite healed. Whoever had said ‘words will never hurt’ was an illiterate fool, words cut deep, and more permanently than any stick, stone, or axe had ever done. She’d spent an hour unpacking a few things, and the rooms...in all honesty still looked terrible. “Enter!” She called. Opening the door Gabe looked around, his sister seemed a little disjointed, the quarters more messy than the ones on Mars. “Gabe….” She was suddenly ashamed and flustered. “I’m so sorry...come in. Please excuse the mess, I’m still..” "Unpacking? Don't talk to me about unpacking, I've not even got to my quarters yet. Infact Janey is still trying to find my stuff. Every dead space in sickbay is full of junk or boxes. Do you want some dinner?" Ailynn smiled, nodding. “Are you kidding? I’m starving.” She held her hand out, “Help me up, my foot’s gone to sleep.” Gabe held out a hand and pulled Ailynn up "Let's go get some food then, I'll put it on my credits, we can catch up". “Honestly?” How long have you got…That reminds me actually...I was supposed to come to you for a full suite of bloods. Everything from Aamanotropin to Zzydroxopryne...and send it to the surgeon general...” She winced. "So you like to bunch questions together, well firstly as long as is needed for a medical emergency, the FO looks knackered so I've got a few hours. Secondly, why? You're under my care now you don't report to anyone else medically." Gabe handed Ailynn her jacket and turned to face the door "Walk and talk?" Ailynn pulled on the Jacket, and nodded, “Walk and talk. Nine and dine?” Ailynn laughed. “I should totally be a poet.” she said obliquely, the rhyme nudging her mind and amusing her. "Ladies first" Gabe stood to allow Ailynn out. Walking down the corridors he turned to Ailynn. “so, bloods?" “So...you know who my mum is now?” "I don't even know who my family are at the moment, but yes I know of Admiral Bracken." “Yeah...about that. She was here last night. Supposedly to say well done. But she made it clear that she didn’t agree with my decision to move to Command.” (Posted by Mat H, and Mark) (USS Exeter - Nine and Dine - FO & CMO - Lt Ailynn Bracken & Ens Gabe Vesper 1720) They turned the corner out of the turbo lift and into Nine and Dine, finding an empty table Gabe sat with Ailynn and continued. "Why would a move to command bother her, she's an Admiral she's clearly done it" he said looking at the menu She nodded “Technically you’re correct, but she would say that she’s a Surgeon first. I only wanted maybe 5 years. Then I move back to Med, Make Prof of Neuro. You know? So she rocked up upset that I’d left Medical, not wanting to hear really, and then to cap it all, she’d brought a med kit with her, to check that I wasn’t using any more.” "And with things how they've been, recovery from the operation and the stress of command she was worried? Does she need to be?" Gabe hoped that Ailynn would understand the question wasn't leading to asking about her using but to understand the situation. Ailynn shook her head. “No...look, I made a bunch of mistakes when I was 18...and none since. It started as me being an overworked teenager wanting more hours in the day. Simple as. Ended...a few months after that. Clean since. I have regular bloods, you’ve read my file...you already know that. Now you know why.” "Yes I've read your file, I've read everyone's file it's tiring. I'll deal with the bloods, but your my patient, not hers." Gabe finished as a waiter arrived. Quickly pouring over the menu again he ordered Macaroni Cheese. Ailynn placed her order, a club sandwich a side of fries and a beer, and then turned to him. “Sooo...Elephant in the room? Us?” "Us, well you're my sister and my boss, I'm your brother and your doctor. It's a confusing mess." Gabe laughed a little as he drank a little. "It's already been a while, I guess I'm invited for Christmas?" “Damn straight you are.” Ailynn smiled. “A Bracken Christmas…” She smiled gently, “On the Tuscan Vineyard, friends...family...good food and wine.” "Sounds good, but….?" “She half smiled. “Your mum too...Perhaps a sore point...but I know the Admiral…” She sighed...that mum has the fondest memories…” "Im sure, but that's their memories. I'm sure we can make it work here. Look at us, we're being civil. So, how you feeling? First officer?" Ailynn paused, and took a deep sip of her beer that had arrived. “Do you remember your first ER shift? That moment that you put on your scrubs in the changing room, you think you know what you’re doing, but you have literally no clue what the next 12 hours has in hold for you? And in fact...what it has is so pant wettingly scarey that you have no option but to button up your tunic...step forward, and so your best...taking every hit that comes your way? "Makes sense, although you can get stuff for the pant wetting." She laughed, and scowled amiably. “I’m...Terrified.” She admitted, the first time that she had. “But I feel better because I’m scared, because that means I’m still vaguely centred.” "Yeh I get that, but there's a fresh start, a new thing. Let's be honest, who is actually going to know us in space? Ailynn smiled, and thanked the waitress that brought the food over, taking a bite from the sandwich. “Mmm. That’s good. So...CMO on a starship?” she dabbed her mouth with a napkin, “thoughts?” "Its, different and we're not even out of space dock. The staffs interesting my ACMO seems indifferent to everything and the Counselor, first time I've ever worked with an Orion. It seems plans are slightly different." Gabe took a bit of the pasta. She smiled, and took another few bites out of her sandwich and sipped her beer to clear her mouth, her mood suddenly switching. “I was a cow. I owe you an apology. In my defense you were the second surprise close relative in as many days...but I was a cow to you.” She rested her cool, delicate hand on his, smiling as she did. Holding his hand up he went to silence her and buy some time as he had bit more than he could chew "You were well in your right to, I've always been told I'm a little brash for my own good, only child and all that. Things'll be fine and if not there's always a few extra light years to cover. Oh mum had something transferred to the ship for me, it's our dad's old lab coat. “Really?” Ailynn was thrilled. “Gabe, that’s amazing for you. It fit?” "It's a little short but it's the thought. She seems to have come round to the idea. So the other elephant, does the Admiral know?" Ailynn finished off the last of her sandwich, and tackled a few of her fries, covering her mouth as she chewed and swallowed, then took a sip of beer. “She does, and honestly she wants to meet you.” For a half a second, Ailynn’s attention was distracted by the refraction of the bar lights on the condensation on the beer bottle. “Mum and Dad were a bit...no...a lot off and on in those days. There was a time that she was gone a long time. I think Mum was SpecOps at the time. Not a usual posting for a medic, but Admiral Voight was one to recruit a certain mind and skill set. My family, it appears, had that in spades in those days. So...Dad and your mum got close. Aimee understands that, and if anything, regrets the pain that her return to Dad’s life caused.” "It's not the cleanest of situations, but I guess family isn't. Mum still isn't talking about it, don't know if she's embarrassed or anything else, she's spent so long just me and her " Gabe took a sip of his tea. “Mum has never forgiven herself for taking Command of the Hades. Every day...I know she sits and hates herself. She knows that if she hadn’t...she’d have been Officer Attending at SFMHQ that night that he died.” Ailynn drained her drink, and sighed. “She carries that to this day. That he’s dead because the best surgeon in the entire Federation was how many light years away pretending to be a Captain...when she knew it was never her job or her calling.” "So why take command, if she didn't want it?" “The Hades was a special ship, mum said, and Dale. You remember the capabilities of the Prometheus class of course. It wasn’t so much a ship more a projection of a statement, three ships in one. It was a ship, Voight said, that required a certain type of Officer, a certain type of crew. She had her quirks. Mum always said that she felt she couldn’t say no - and that Mil...that Dad was okay when she left.” "JB always said the crew was close, so many close calls must build you into something more than bunkmates" “So...yeah...she knows about you...and accepts you...if that’s the right word. She misses your mum, always speaks fondly.” "I can't say the same, mum never spoke about the ship like that, but I guess it makes sense now….how you feeling now?" Gabe said putting his fork down having finished his dinner. Ailynn smiled, “I’m okay, I’m glad we cleared the air, had quite enough bickering for a lifetime of late." "It's all been a bit of a learning curve. I'll deal with those bloods don't worry. So...is there anyone?" Ailynn sighed. She should have expected these kinds of questions at some point. "Do you mind if I don't answer that? Painful at the moment." Looking at his sister he wondered what she was hiding. "Painful?" She smiled sadly in return, "you didn't know." "Know what?" “There’s someone but...Gabe…” She paused, to calm her thoughts. “Gabe, we are only just connecting, and I like that; but this is...really private and difficult for me at the moment, please. I’m okay,” Feeling a little uneasy as to how the conversation has turned he looked at his sister “Im sorry, I didnt mean to pry, I guess I'm just trying to understand things better. When its time its time.” Ailynn smiled, “It’s okay. You weren’t to know.” She took another sip of her drink. “There’ll come a time that I'll open up properly, its just that certain conversations are difficult at the moment. It’s not intended as a slight on you, far from it. I’m the one who can’t open up at the moment.” "It's ok, do not worry, I understand" Gabe tried to hide the upset. “So you and Aunty J close? She been part of your life too?” "She's my godmother and with her and mum being close we always spent time together. I guess when she wasn't with you she was with me" Ailynn sat, chatting for what seemed to be ages with her brother, eventually, she sighed. “This was good. I really enjoyed it. We’ll do this again, but I’d better get on, so many reports and who knows what else. Catch you later?” "Yeh, it's been nice. Reports….I've got 400 crew to asses, it's a whirlwind" Gabe laughed with a little sarcasm. Smiling happily, Ailynn left the bar, headed back to her office, where undoubtedly, a mountain of work had appeared. (Reply none) (Posted by Mat H, and Mark) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Mission: To boldly go Day: -4 Stardate: 2445.08.29 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (USS Exeter - Rec Directors Office - Vulan Tlurg - 1035) As the woman was looking at the tray another person walked into the room. Vulan stood and annoyed as she was unable to get of the welcome, she was more and more frustrated at the talk and eventually was able to speak. "My apologies. Caity...this is Vulan Tlurg, the Manager of our Coffee shop. He's provided samples of a new range." “Blind as well as ugly are we?” She motioned to Williams as she raised her chest. “As for you, I’ve seen better time keeping in a morgue, smelt better too.” She said sniffing the air (Reply DuBois) "So. How are we....SitRep, 4 days until launch." Williams said pulling things back “Bean me up is fine as should be expected, full staff compliment ready to keep these…people…on their toes.” She said picking up a drink (Reply Williams/DuBois) (posted by Mat(SPC)) (USS Exeter - Rec Directors Office - Caity Dubois - 1037) “As for you, I’ve seen better time keeping in a morgue, smelt better too.” The woman stated and then sniffed the air. Looking at her, Caity couldn't help herself, "Speak for yourself. My snake has better manners than you and his tongue is forked." "So. How are we....SitRep, 4 days until launch." “Bean me up is fine as should be expected, full staff compliment ready to keep these…people…on their toes.” "Nine and Dine is pretty ready minus one case of expensive Brandy which I will kick some suppliers about if it isn't here in the next hour." (Reply any) (Posted by Jackie) (USS Exeter - Bean me up - CSO LT JG Erin Cortez & CIO/3O Lieutenant JG Jaelle Foxglove - 2109) Sitting in the newly opened coffee shop, Erin tapped the table nervously. It wasn’t everyday you get a mysterious summons to meet with someone who was not only a fearsome person, but also, a member of starfleet intelligence. Taking a sip of her coffee, she looked down at the table and sighed, ~This is gonna be about one of two things…. Both of which are things i don’t really want to get into right now.~ She thought to herself. Jaelle made her way though the streets of the civilian sector, while trying the new amenities was great. There was an underlying importance with this visit. Seeing Erin she approached her table. "Is this seat taken." She slid into the seat across from her. "How are you doing?" Jaelle asked calm, concerned. "I'm good. Confused somewhat." She nodded. "That's understandable." "Well, why am I here? forgive the bluntness. It's just… I've learnt over the past year that I have to speak my mind more, not hide and be stronger." "That's what I want to talk about. Has anyone given you a friendly shoulder to vent on. You've been through a great ordeal and you've tried to carry a burden by yourself. But you don't have to, trust me I know how you feel." Jaelle spoke calmly and with practiced measure. These were things Erin needed to hear. Things Jaelle wanted to say to her for over a year but she wasn't allowed medical thinking they knew better. Raising an eyebrow, Erin took a sip of her coffee, "That's not what I expected to hear." Nodding "I can do that to people." "To be honest, part of me was thinking that you wanted to talk to me because of Billy." "We may or may not get to talking about him." She let Erin dictate the flow and manner of the conversation. "I… regret how it ended. I wasn't in a good place and … for my sins, I broke it. I left without telling him and that will haunt me for a long time. I regret what I did, how I made him feel and if he would listen to me now, I would tell him that." "I think he will always listen to his friends, you both just got to understand each others hurt, and pain." "He's a good man. I was the one that took him for granted. Didn't treat him as an equal and I know that now. It hurts me to think about what I did. Now, looking back, I would do things so differently. I.. hope I get the chance to show him that someday. But that's not what you meant is it?" "You can't change the past." It was a hard line but Erin needed to hear it. "What you do going forward is in your control. But yes there are more pressing issues to address." Closing her eyes for a second, Erin looked at the woman in front of her not knowing how much she could really trust her. "I've been through a lot of counselling. Not just because of Dulon. But, I have had Ailynn. She has been so calm and understands to a point what I went through but, unless you have had someone use you to hurt people, people who you care about, you can only understand to a point." "I understand because I have. Dulon was brilliant in his madness, but in the end he was trying to duplicate something the Federation already achieved." Looking at her, Erin's eyes widened slightly, "You… have?" Jaelle was glad they were on the Exeter. The ship was still mostly empty. It allowed her to speak more openly about things. "Why do you think I was forced back into the Federation." She sighed deeply. "When I was a child, I was taken, experimented on, and implanted with a secondary persona." Sensing that perhaps she needed this more than her, Erin stayed quiet. "I have done so much, sowed so many bodies into the earth as her that I will never out run the nightmares." "Despite the counselling, I still wake up in the middle of the night, sweating. It's easier to deal with and easier to talk about." "Like you said if someone hasn't lived though or had a similar experience. Counselors just aren't equipped to handle this." "I have the added pressure of Remae." She let her continue, Jaelle knew from experience thus was what she needed. When no one was there for her. "I have some of the memories he doesn't. The memories of what Dulon did to him." "And those memories are now yours. Like it or not." Jaelle motioned to let herself finish. "Trust me I know it's not your fault but you will always carry those memories with you. You have to come to an understanding on what you're gonna do with those memories and how are you gonna let them define you moving forward." Sighing, she had not expected this conversation and the fact that she had found someone who truly did understand what had happened. "I… know. They don't define me. What defines me is me. I now know who I am, who I was meant to be and who I want to be. There's a part of me that regrets… a lot of what happened, what I let happen. But I realise now that I can't let that rule me. We learn from our mistakes and, by heck, I made a lot." "No one is equipped to handle that. It doesn't matter how mentally strong you are. There is only so much a person can stop when the evil is coming from our own mind." Jaelle took a moment to calm herself to keep her emotions at bay. "I understand looking in the mirror and not seeing yourself looking back. Still do, she is still with me." "As is he…. Much as I would like to not admit that. But, I know that I can't hide from that. I can be honest now. I grew this last year. I'm not a kid anymore but…" She sighs softly, it was hard to say that the scars from what he did are still with you but you don't still hear his voice. "Honestly? This mission, to Bajor.. I'm scared that someone there is gonna know who I am, know about him…" "It's a fear, a risk, we all take." She looked toward the coffee shop debating a drink. "I always live in fear that someone will recognize, will know, will retaliate for what I've done. Then there's the flip side of the coin. "Will recognize me for who I was then all my peace is gone." "It's… it plagues me since we knew we were going. Part of me wants to speak to a Vedek, to atone for what I have in my head." "Let me ask you this." Jaelle asked softly. "Did you commit any of those actions or are they echoes of memories from long ago." "No… but I carry them. I spoke as him…" "That's just it, they are echoes, you did nothing wrong what do you have to atone for. Me on the other hand I have plenty to atone for. Your hands are clean, mine are covered in blood. If you feel you need to apologize then be sorry for the actions that you've committed." Sighing, Erin looked at her, "I am. I broke the one good man I have met in my life and now, he hates me. But I deserve it. I was selfish, I didn't understand what I had and that's lost to me now." Her voice raised not in anger but out of need, almost motherly. "There is a difference between anger and hate. You made mistakes, you broke, we all break. Throw your sword back in the forges of life and make it stronger, make yourself stronger." "All I can do is say sorry. Apologise for my actions and just hope he can forgive me enough to be friends." "And that is a start." Jaelle spoke calming herself down, she breathed deeply. "But you don't want to be alone, carry these burdens alone. Even with all I went though I found people I could trust people that believed in me. Who gave me a chance to be more than a weapon. You need to be open to those people who surround you and will be there to support you." "I'm trying. " "And Billy will have Dinner with you at some point in time, if I have to club him and drag him. He will be there." Jaelle joked lightly trying to lighten the situation. Laughing, Erin smiled, "As much as that thought makes me grin, it should be his choice… but, I thought you and he were ….." She sighed deeply. "I don't know, we have fun together, laugh, banter, as friends we are close. But as anything more…" Her hands trembled slightly. "I don't know if I can take that kind of pain again." "Listen, I won't stand in the way if you want to find out. All I need to do is tell him, I'm sorry. I will stand back." "I think it's best to let Billy decide his own feelings and make his own decisions. Either way I will be his friend and yours if you want another arm to lean on." "That's true." Erin smiled softly, "You know he is probably thinking that we are gonna be having a cat fight over him…" "Or worse we get along and friend zone him." "Then maybe… a little joke…?" "And that being?" "Well, no… maybe not. I'm in enough trouble with him as it is." "Maybe" Jaelle nodded. "I know… I would like to think we can be friends but I want you to promise me something." "Depends on what you ask." "Don't lose yourself. You are a good person. I lost myself and it took me a year to find me. In that year I lost someone I could have loved. Don't let yourself feel like you couldn't love again. " She sighed deeply. "I have lost more people close to me than I care to remember. From one not being able to accept who I am to people I seeing those I love blown apart by the savages of war. But I believe in love and if it's meant to be than nothing can or will stop it. "Then you will find it. You deserve it. Just don't do what I did and break it. Because I honestly think I was falling in love with him and then, like an idiot, I let myself get taken over and it broke me. It broke us… and for that, I won't be able to forgive myself for a long time. He deserves better than me." "He deserves what his heart want whether to fix what he as our start anew with someone else. That's entirely up to him." "It is. I know it is. Why do men do this to us? " she replied with a smile. "Hey I might be in intelligence but I haven't even figured that one out yet." She joked back Smiling widely, Erin nodded, "well if you do, please tell me. Jaelle, be honest with me… I need to know something before I speak to Billy." "And that is." "How bad was it… after I left?" She bowed her head and thought about it. How much could she saw or should get involved with. "Tell me. Please. I need to know." After a time Jaelle spoke up. "He was heart broke, he tried to keep it to himself not show his feelings but those who knew him. Could tell that behind the smiles there was pain, a pain that without closure won't and will not heal, and that last part goes for both of you." "Thank you for your time, I hope it helped. Remember while I might be the third officer of the Exeter, I will also be your friend." She stood to leave. "I'm sorry, if I took too much of your time. But I have duties I must attend to." "Don't forget, i am also your friend and it goes both ways." She walked off moving on to the other things needed to do over the course of the day. She hoped she helped Erin not only for herself but also for the good of the crew. She nodded to herself as she disappeared ~she's a mysterious one~ Erin thought as left, wondering to herself whether this was someone she could learn to trust. (Reply none) (Posted by Jackie and Matt) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Mission: To boldly go Day: -3 Stardate: 2445.08.30 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (USS Exeter - Nine and Dine - CSO LT JG Erin Cortez & StratOps Ensign SG Billy Alexander- 18:00) Sitting in one of the semi private booths in the Nine and Dine, Erin couldn't help but be nervous. The last time she had had a proper conversation with Billy was their break up. It had taken a while for her to fully come to terms with her part in that and now, she knew that this was the final part. She knew what she needed to do, what she needed to say but what she didn't know was whether he would come. Billy walked in, he wanted this meeting to be a in a public place, with quick escape routes if needed. He knew he needed to have this conversation with her, they needed closure. But the truth was, there was a petty part of him that didn’t want to have this conversation, to just let her stew. To ditch her like she ditched him. But that wasn’t how he was raised, that wasn’t the way his parents brought him up. He was told he needed to face his problems head on, respectful of everyone, and not play games. He could hear his dad’s voice in his head as he sat down. Telling him, Son, life isn’t fair, and people may treat you harshly, but you always treat others the way you want to be treated, even if they don’t share that courtesy. ~Golden rule, right dad?~ He thought to himself as he sat done. “Hey,” he said meekly. Looking at him, Erin took a breath and responded simply, "I wasn't sure you would come." ~that's not right because I wasn't sure that you would ever speak to me again.~ “Do you really think so little of me that you’d think I’d be some petty jackwagon. Look yeah, we had issues, but I don’t hate you. I still think you are a good person. Just, not the most considerate.” "For the record, no. I don't think that little of you. That was more of a comment on me. Me and what I did. But, you are right. I wasn't considerate. I didn't… " she paused for a second and took a breath, "Billy, I have something I need to say. Something I owe you and I should have said this a long time ago." “Look, if it’s easier for you, I forgive you, I forgave you in my heart a long time ago. But you know, you never talked to me after I broke up with you, so it’s not like I could tell you that in person. You had a lot on your plate, a lot of wounds, a lot of heartache, and when you are wrapped up in all that, its hard to focus on others, when your wounds are so great. So listen for what it’s worth I forgive you, and I hope you forgive yourself.” Looking down, she held back her emotion. The words he said had made her realise even more that she had hurt him. Even though he didn't say it, she could feel it. Taking a breath, she looked back at him and spoke, "I honestly have thought a lit about what I would say to you given the chance and now, sitting here, the speech I had in my head seems so trite. I'm going to just speak from my heart because I know that's best." Pausing for a moment, she took a sip of water from the glass in front of her and continued, "Thankyou for your forgiveness but I don't deserve it. What I did, how I left without telling you… that was wrong. It was wrong on so many levels and I have no other words than I truly am sorry. That time in my life, I wasn't in a good place. My head was all over the place but the one thing that made me smile… was the time we spent together. And then, like an idiot, I focused on my past. My wounds that I thought had healed but hadn't and I let them fester to the point where i.. not you.. i broke it. Dulon… he… that whole thing made me realise how badly I treated you, how wrong I was not trusting you and I ran. I couldn't face you, I could barely face myself. I know now.. that was wrong and I should have, at the very least, told you I was going. I was ashamed of what I had done and I ran. I'm sorry. " “Erin,” Billy said softly, “I accept your apology, and as I said, I forgive you. But as I said, have you apologized to yourself?” Taking a breath, she knew what he meant, "I am trying. Every day I try to forgive myself. " “Look, timing is everything, and even before Gul Dulon, the timing wasn’t right for us. You were trying to figure out yourself, and dealing with the fact that you never thought you were worthy of being loved. Then the reporters stuck Christian back in your head, and you never really dealt with that in a healthy manner. Your feelings for me were always second to the emotions wrapped up in that. The timing wasn’t right for us, and whether Dulon happened or not, we were not gonna make it, not then, not until you took the time to fix yourself. The Dulon episode just accelerated the inevitable, our split, and the need for you to go away and reinvent yourself. So I forgive you but I’m not the one you need to apologize to. Hurting me is not your great sin. You need to apologize to yourself, for the sin of believing yourself incapable of being loved. I tried to tell that to you while we were dating, but you didn’t listen. I hope you listen now.” "I know you did and I wish that I had listened to you. I am listening now. That I can promise you. In some ways, this has shown me that i did need to work on myself. I needed to shed the past and i have done that. I know now what I am capable of." ~i just hope that you see that. If it is meant to be then it is. If not… I'll deal with it but I would like the opportunity to at least try .~ she thought to herself . “I get that, Erin, I really do. But I hope you understand if I don’t readily believe you. Because honestly, I can’t tell if you wanted to meet with me out of a desire for a fresh start. Or because once again you are letting the guilt in your heart drive your every action. And if you are still a creature driven by guilt and shame, and an inability to handle your past mistakes, then the situation hasn’t changed, for us anyways, because you’ll still be a slave to guilt and drama, and I’d always be an afterthought. Harsh but it needs to be said.” Biting her lip, "I won't lie to you and say that didn't hurt. Because it did. I can't say that I apologise again because what's done is done. What I can say to you is that this, us meeting was partly to talk about maybe a fresh start. The other part was m owning my mistakes. Me standing up and saying I did wrong and i know that. I have no guilt. I carry no weight because I don't need that in my life right now. I went through something not may people can understand but I don't let it define me. Not any more. I don't carry those scars both physically and mentally. I used to see my scar as a sign of strength until I spoke to someone who made me see that maybe it wasn't that. It was a shackle to a former me. That scar, that girl that it represented are gone now. Well, not gone because she is still there but she is now a stronger woman. I wouldn't be able to sit here and listen to you talk honestly and bluntly if she was still there. I am who I should have been a long time ago." “Look I get that, I really do, you say you have no guilt. You say you’re stronger I get that, look, I always had faith that you would figure it out. I really did. I forgive you Erin, and as an officer, I think you will be great. I can be your friend, you’re a good person. But Erin, my feelings were a casualty in the journey of your rediscovery. I put myself out there, for you, to be with you, and to help you. And I got burned by it, time and again. I wish you the best Erin, and I think you will have a long and fulfilling career, I think you will even find fulfiment and love. I will be your friend Erin. But beyond that, right, now, if what you are looking for is a fresh start, I can’t give that to you. I can’t just erase our history. If your hope was to get us back together, I don’t know. Because right now Erin, I don’t trust you, I meant I trust you as an officer, but with my personal feelings. I don’t trust you.” Nodding, "I understand and I wasn't hoping either way. I know what I did broke trust and I get that I truly do." Closing her eyes for a moment, she took a deep breath and continued, "I don't want you to think that I don't understand that I broke your trust. I did. I know I did and I own my mistake. It doesn't own me. It's strange because I spent a long time in recovery talking about how mistakes are things that you own. They don't own you. You aren't defined by your mistakes but how you deal with them after. So, this is me. Owning up to my mistake and dealing with it." “Erin,” he said, “You don’t need to repeat yourself, ok, I get that. I accept it, I know you are better, and I’m happy for you. We’re talking in circles ok. You just saying you’re owning up to your mistakes, isn’t going to automatically make me trust you again. These things take time, and we need to let that time happen.” "I know. I'm not going to apologise again, I'm not going to say I'm owning my most again. I talk a lot.. more so than I did and a lit of it is nonsense. I repeat myself, so I've been told." She smiled softly. "Can I ask you something?" “Fine.” "I'd like it if we can be friends. Meet for the occasional drink, at some point in the future?" “Is that a question, or a statement?” "A question." “Look it will take time, and wont happen overnight, but yes, we can be friends.” "I don't expect it to. But Thankyou." “And here I thought you were going to ask me something else.” Raising an eyebrow, Erin looked at him, "what did you think I was going to ask?" “Nothing, I mean, I’m not really sure, it’s nothing.” "You see now I'm interested." She replied with a smile “I hope you and Jae had a fruitful conversation.” "we did. She's an interesting person. A tough woman.” ~Yeah, she is.~ Billy thought to himself. ~You were once tough to, Time bomb, then you lost your way. But Jae, yeah, she is tough, interesting, mysterious….beautiful.~ Billy blushed a litte, ~Erin is as beautiful as I remember too.~ “Anyways, I’ve got to go. I’m showing my cousin Jimmy around Mars. He’s taking over the fighter wing from Trip, and I told him we’d hang out.” "Okay, I have a few things to take care of in my lab… that still sounds strange." “Take care of yourself, Erin, I mean it.” "And you too, Billy. And Thankyou." (reply none) (posted by Will) (Mars Orbital – Void Haunters - Lucky Thirteen – Pilots – Ensign - Sonnolo Cainrobh – Lieutenant – Ire Williams - 1814) Ire felt Lucky Thirteen reduce power as it reached orbit above mars. He looked out of the cockpit looking at mars slowly spinning below. “Thanks for letting me up one last time.” “No problem Ire now that I am squadron Boss I can take up any one I want.” Ire placed a hand on the console and smiled to himself. “How is it being the Boss?” “Well the admin is crazy but its great but scary being in charge of everyone. You know I must thank you for handing me that poison chalices.” “No problem any time.” “You are so funny.” There was a pause as Sonnolo talked on the squadron net organising the rest of the squadron for the patrol. The was another pause before Sonnolo spoke to him. “So you like the Exeter?” “Ow yes I have been flying her on her trials. She’s flies great manoeuvres well and when we go to warp she run fast.” He felt the fighter manoeuvre on to the patrol course. “Sounds great.” “I am very lucky that Trip wanted me as his CFO. I assumed that it would be Ravok as he was the wings first officer.” “Well he got COOs position which will be an interesting time for him.” “Yes he is and it will be nice to know that he is sitting right next to me.” “So will you miss flying Lucky Thirteen?” “Yes………I will. Don’t get me wrong I like flying the Exeter but I am a fighter pilot. I enjoy flying small craft and I will miss being in one.” He ran his hand across the canopy of the cockpit. Sonnolo spoke to the squadron for another course correction before speaking to Ire. “Okay Ire we have permission for independent flight for 30 minutes. So she’s all yours.” “Really?” “Yes as long as you don’t lose our wing man then go.” Ire smiled to himself. “Okay.” He clicked the comm system. =^=Haunter One to Haunter Three=^= =^=Three=^= =^=We are going to independent flight=^= =^=Three Copy=^= =^=See if you can keep up=^= Ire grinned as he slammed the impulse engines into full power and Lucky Thirteen leaped forwards. This would be his last flight of the Lucky Thirteen and he would enjoy it. (Reply any) (Posted by Robbie)(SPC Sonnolo Cainrobh) (Mars, Ares City - The Immelman Maneuver Pub and Pool Hall - Mars FSCO Lt. Jimmy Hart and Exeter StratOps Ensign Billy Alexander- 20:00) The Immelman Maneuver was one of the newer bars in Ares City. It was built specifically to cater to the personnel of the 1st Fighter Wing of Mars. The owner, a Ferengi by the name of Mav wanted to take advantage of the fact that by his estimation, pilots liked to drink. While he catered to Federation economic practices, his special selection of assorted spirits was available for a gold pressed latinum price. Business was good. He even watched a lot of old Earth pilot movies, settling on Top Gun as the theme for the pub. Billy had first gone to the Immelman Manuever with Trip and his gang. He hadn't been back since Trip's bachelor party. They started at the Immelman Maneuver but left after about an hour. Ravok had bought a bottle of Romulan Ale, and he, Trip, Ravok, Ailynn, and Ire all took turns taking shots. The rest of the night was a blur. He didn't remember much, other than that there was a bear, a giant teddy bear, that Ailynn out drank Ravok, and at some point, he was pretty sure Ire crashed a go kart into a sleeping moose. Of course he wasn't sure if that actually happened, or if it was a dream. Still he knew if Jimmy was going to replace Trip as FSCO, then he needed to be introduced to the Immelman Manevuer. "So," Billy said as he continued nursing his beer, "How has the transition been." Jimmy smiled at his younger cousin. James Thomas Hart was the oldest of the Williams cousins, born in 2417. He had been an officer for the last 6 years. He was excited to be the commanding officer of the 1st Fighter Wing of Mars. He had spent most of his career as a pilot on some of the view research vessels around the fleet, also spending time as a tactical officer. This was his first command opportunity. He was named in honor of his uncle Duke, back when he and the rest of the Spectre jumped forward in time two years. They were considered lost and all killed in the line of duty. When his mother married his uncle's best friend, Thomas Hart, they named him James in honor of the his uncle, who showed up alive a year later when the Spectre was poofed back into the timeline. Had Jimmy been born in a different century he would have been considered an All-American boy. He was President of the student body at Riker high, Captain and Quarterback of the football team. Prom king. The career rise that Trip achieved was what many thought would happen for Jimmy. But he came out of the academy a few years too soon for that. Still he was happy with his career and happy that he had the success he had. Plus without the meteoric rise, he hoped it meant he could stick around on Mars for awhile, and set up roots. He liked the prospect of being head of the Fighter Wing, and it felt like he was finally getting his due. Still he was super proud of Trip and Sienna. Jimmy always knew the two would be special. He may have been the oldest, but he was comfortable with himself and happy that opportunities were finally opening up for everyone. "It's been good, Trip ran a tight ship, his command team were top notch, and the fighters are pristine. He built the dang wing, and I get to reap all the benefits." Jimmy finished his beer. He had just finished number two, Billy was still on number one. "He was always an over achiever." Billy looked down at the table. "You jealous Billy boy," Jimmy said with a laugh. "A little, aren't you?" Jimmy shook his head in the negative, "No, he has to deal with bureaucracy out there at a ship, I get to fly fighters and the admiral in charge of us is the chillest one in the fleet." "I forgot, Trip and Sy might be the wonder twins, but you're mister perfect, and mister perfect doesn't get jealous." "That's not entirely true Billy." Jimmy said as he raised his hand signaling to the bartender he wanted another beer. "I was jealous of Sy." "What, why, do you want to be first officer rather than captain." Jimmy shook his head, then accepted his third beer and took a sip. "No, because she was with Ailynn." "Wait, do you still have a crush on Ailynn? DJ always said you did, but I never believed it." "Your brother has a big mouth, but he's right. Had a crush on her in high school and in the academy. But I never asked her out. I was too scared, Most popular guy on campus and I was too scared to ask out the queen of the nerds. I mean obviously the crush went away when I met Julie and dated her for years until we broke up at graduation, and I really haven't thought about Ailynn in years, and it definitely would never work. The thing is I was a little jealous that our sweet cousin Sy dated the one girl in my life I was too chicken to ask out. I think more than anything, just a reminder that, what was it you said. That I'm not really Mr. Perfect. Though she probably would have said no anyways." "Damn," Billy said with a laugh. "Hey Jimmy, can I get some advice?" "Shoot." "I met up with my ex Erin, you know the one who got taken over by the Cardassian Gul that set off the whole change of the Admiralty that got my dad, Uncle Duke, Aunt Sophie, and the Brackens promoted to Vice Admiral, and your dad got made a commodore." "Yeah the one who ghosted you? How did it go?" "Well, I realized how much I miss her. How much I kind of maybe would be ok getting back together with her." "Did you tell her this?" "No, it's complicated." "Because she hurt you?" "No, because there is someone else." "What do you mean?" "Jimmy, what do you do when you think your falling for two people at the same time?" Jimmy looked at Billy, then to the Bartender, then back to Billy, then to the Bartender and asked for another beer. Jimmy then chugged the one he was currently drinking and slammed it on the table. "Damn, Billy, I don't know if there is enough beer in this place to help you out, but I guess I'd start with honesty, with yourself and with them." "This is gonna suck isn't it." "Billy, there have been many times in my life where I have counted my lucky stars and given thanks that I wasn't you. We can add this to the list." "I hate you, you know that right?" "I know, Billy, I love you too." "Jimmy, thank you." "Don't thank me yet, now finish your beer, and tell me everything." (reply none) (posted by Will) (USS Exeter - Personal Quarters of Jaelle Foxglove - CIO/3O Lt. JG Jaelle Foxglove and StratOPS Ensign SG Billy Alexander - 23:45) Billy was making his way slowly through the hallway as he made his way down the collection of quarters. Each room he passed, all he could think was, no this isn’t it, this isn’t it, nope, not the right number. It was late and he was tired, emotionally drained. It was late, almost midnight. He had shared a few beers with his cousin Jimmy, but not enough to get him drunk. More so he was just drained by talking to his cousin about life. Jimmy was the oldest of the Williams cousins, was Billy’s elder by 5 years. While Trip was the cousin he was closest to, Jimmy was the one whose wisdom he sought the most. He was still reeling from the conversation. Jimmy was wise. With a bottle of bourbon in his hand he rang the door chime hoping that she would still be awake. It was late not that Jaelle was asleep but she was fresh from the bath and had just gotten dressed for bed. So someone needed to have a reason to ring her bell this late at night. Before opening the door she asked. "Who is there." “Billy” he replied, wondering if he should have just run off instead. ~Is this a mistake?~ She grabbed the silk obi to her kimono style robe tying it around her slender waist before opening the door. The door slid open to expose Billy not drunk but obviously drink as the evidence was still in his hand. "Is every thing OK Billy," she stepped to the side allowing him entry. “Can I come in? I uh, need to talk.” Billy said, wondering if she should have instead walked away. Or if he was even at the right door. Part of him felt like there was another pretty officer whose door he should be darkening. Knowing the hardships that Billy was going though she spoke quickly. "Please come in." She watched Billy enter. Into the main area of her room. "Please take a seat, whats on your mind." Billy sat down on a chair in her living room. “I heard that they gave the command staff the fancy luxury quarters. Must be nice to have a living room, a bedroom, and a home officer. I just have a bedroom, and a living room. Is it true that you guys got a full bathtub, with whirlpool jets?” Billy was obviously avoiding the issue at hand. "It is nice for which I am glad, and yes It does have a full tub with jets. But I don't think this is what you wanted to talk about at the earliest hours of the morning." Jaelle spoke as she pulled a chair next to his and took a seat beside him. “Maybe it is…. I don’t…. I don’t know….” "What brings you here." Jaelle asked concerned. “Sorry I’m a little bit shaken up. Do you have any glasses by chance?” She nodded as she walked over to the replicator and in moments two glasses appeared before she crossed the room back to Billy. Billy waited for her to get two glasses and poured her a drink, then poured himself a glass. “I talked to Erin tonight. Then went out with my cousin Jimmy, and now, now I’m all confused. And I just, you’ve always been someone I could talk to Jae.” "And I'm here to listen," She nodded. "I know about your dinner with Erin. Tell me what's got you confused." “I was, I was with my cousin and we were talking about stuff, and life, and feelings. All the stuff with Erin was still raw, you know. I mean like, she made me feel so small. She broke my heart. So I should hate her right, I should not want to even be in the same room as her. And yet….” "And yet… you still have feelings for her or even love her." Jaelle said bluntly getting to the heart of the situation. “No not like that, I mean I guess feelings linger, but I don’t love her, I don’t even trust her. But yeah, it just reminded me of how much I missed her when she left, how much part of me still misses her, and yet it did bring up some old feelings. But it be simple if that was it.” She Sighed softly. "Then what are you feeling, What brings her here… what is it." Jaelle asked softly slowly swirling the brown liquid in her glass. “Sure yeah, it could be easy if I trusted her, or even if I didn’t I could at least talk about these things. But I’m also afraid like what if it’s the loneliness driving things. But even then, all of this would be easier if there wasn’t the other…...girl.” "And that's why your here." Jaelle tilted her head. "I'm the other girl." “Is it that obvious?” "Let's just say you don't need to be intelligence to figure it out." It was a slight attempt at humor to break the seriousness of the situation. “Look, I don’t know what I want, what my mind even thinks, I think that just seeing Erin again just confused my brain. And well my cousin Jimmy said that honesty is important, and I just need to be honest, with you, with her, with me. You’re my best friend Jae. But I don’t even know who you are. Just that you’re not as scary as people think you are, and you look great in a swimsuit.” "Start with being honest with yourself, you can't keep going on being conflicted like this. Trust your mind, trust your heart." She placed her cup on a near by table, "As for who I am or who I was, that will be revealed in due time." Billy took a sip, “Yeah well, that doesn’t help.” He sighed, “Look I just, I needed to be honest with you about this, because I don’t want to give you the wrong impression, I don’t want to give her the wrong impression. I don’t even know if either of you even have a shred of romantic feelings for me anyways. But the reality is, I’m not here because I like you. I’m here because I don’t know who else to talk to.” He was talking in circles now. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was allowing his true emotions to finally be free. “Should I tell Erin? I don’t want to give her false hope. I don’t even know if you have a romantic bone in your body. I don’t even know what I want. I just know that I want to be open, honest, and up front so no one gets hurt.” She poured her cup out. The rest of this conversation wasn't going to be easy for her. It was one she had many times before and it caused her to lose people she cared for deeply. But Billy deserved the truth. “So there are really three choices. The first is to choose the girl who I know, but I don’t trust. Choose the girl I trust, but don’t really know. Or just ignore it and let it all work itself out in due time. Sorry I’m being dumb, I should have kept my mouth shut. I shouldn’t have come here.” Billy stood up to leave. "Don't leave." It was more like a pleading whisper a tone for which Billy had never heard from her. "Feelings, love, scares me. I wish for it so deeply that loosing it again is something I just can't go though again. I don't envy your choices none of them are easy. But I will tell you everything so at least when you leave here you can make the best choice." “We can do this later…..it was unfair of me to come here. I should never have put you in this position. Your secrets are secret for a reason, for safety, yours and ours. I should not have put you on the spot like that. It feels like I gave you an ultimatum. And I’m sorry. I don’t even knowow what my feelings are for either of you. Is it a memory, an echo for her, is it familiarity and trust with you. Or are they both genuine.” Jaelle nodded his words hurt, even if it wasn't his intention. “Look if you want to tell me everything, tell me as your friend, not as some idiot who should have kept his mouth shut.” "As a friend I want you to know. I think it might help you. Has the conversation I had with Erin I hoped helped her. Please come back and sit." Jaelle exited for a moment to her room to grab a couple of items that would help in the story to come. Billy sat back down. “I think so, it didn’t really come up. I may have come across meaner than I meant too. Which probably was to mask….anyways. Yeah… You want me to stay in here right? Not sure I want to hear the story if it means going into the bedroom.” "I'll be right back." The items she needed where placed precisely so she knew where to find them and it did not take long for her to return. Sitting down she started the truth. "As you know I was born with a mutation of sorts. It has drastically slowed my aging since I entered my teenage years." “Yeah, thats why they call you murder fairy.” "Not entirely, because of this I was kidnapped as a child my parents were killed and I was separated from my sister." She handed Billy a small piece of worn fabric on which was the S31 emblem, under which were the words 'Garden of Eden.' "This is where I was raised. Before I was ten years of age advanced and illegal telepathic and hypnotic experiments were done to my mind. To allow the implantation of a secondary persona, an assassin by the name Lily." She motioned to the Lily plant she kept by her mirror. “Jae, I….” He didn’t know what to say. "Though most of the Federation Civil War. S31 used me as a double agent working with the 52 fleet and with Earth. Keeping each faction engaged in the fight bit making sure the losses would be as high as possible. This is how S31 stayed on top." He listened. "After which I was allowed to enter the Federation to hide what I really was, a genetically engineered weapon." She continued wondering when Billy would have heard enough and would run out to Erin's arms. "Shortly after I graduated from academy we had a mission to fight the borg." She closed her eyes the pain of that mission was great and her body still hurt when she thought of the wounds she suffered. "We fought though hell, drew the line in the sand. I was injured severely. Several times, and nearly died twice. In that mission one of those injuries caused the persona of Lily and my actual self to merge." She handed over a PADD and a photo. The PADD contained the personnel file of a woman named Jessica Signos. "That's my true name." ~Jessica Signos,~ he thought as he was reading it, ~Last known rank and position, Commander, Chief Tactical Officer of the USS Spectre. Wait Uncle Duke’s old ship. Does Trip know?~ "As Jessica I tried to atone for what I did as Lily but she was still there she's with me now. Time has taught me to control her better to not give into her. I have loved before but once a person learns or tries to follow my path…" she let her voice trail off. "Some I loved turned their backs on me afraid of what I am. Others I lost in the as we fought for a better Federation. Eventually I gave up, I decided that if all I would ever be was a weapon then I would be the one to decided what I would be used for." “Makes sense, carve your own path.” "I served on many ships Eventually making my way to first officer and a rank of commander. Eventually I was transferred to the Spectre and met the future Adrmial Williams he was the one who gave me the nickname of 'Murder Fairy.'" “That sounds like Uncle Duke.” "Then I was asked by Federation special operations to undertake a deep operative mission. One that was especially dangerous. This was when the Federation started to withdraw from space and give ground. They left me to die, and in the end the lives of thirteen kids where the cost of their decisions." He sat silent, he didn’t know what to say. She shrugged. "After that I left the Federation and took up a career as a singer. Lily loves to sing and I love to dance. On Stage we were one, it was the first place I felt whole. There were the crowd cried the name Hatsune Miku." Billy sat silently, waiting to hear more. "When the Federation decided to return after the San Francisco attack they came for one of their most successful weapons and put me back into service. I hated the idea of being used again but they threatened to destroy the life I had built for myself. So I returned a new person again leaving all my past behind me. Thats when Jaelle Foxglove was born." “Jae….” he said trying to find words, “Does Trip know?” She shook her head… "Trip might know some but some details are beyond his clearance. Ramae knew everything thats why I was allowed to rebuild intelligence. Has a way to keep the base and myself safe." Wrapping her arms around herself. "Don't call me Jae… please not when we are alone. Call me Jessica or Jess if you must." “Ok, I’ll try, but Jessica, does start with a J.” he said with a laugh. She strained a chuckle "That's Why it was important for me to talk to Erin to let her know she was not alone. I wanted to help her." “That was very kind of you.” "The name Foxglove a poisonous plant was chosen for me as a way to link myself to the assassin Belladonna Lily another poisonous plant. So I would never forget where I came from or what I am." “You’re not a muderer Jae….Jess, even if you have someone inside you that is. You are who you want to be.” The last she handed over to Billy was a picture the young woman on stage surrounded by lights. Her raven black hair shown with the reflected light bright sapphire blue eyes shown brightly. Her skin matched the porcelain white of Jaelle. "This is who I really am. What I truly look like." Billy stared at the photo. She looked so natural, more warm, less like a boogeyman. "Murder is murder… the causality behind the act might be Justifiable. But I have taken a life, countless of lives. My hands are stained, with those I've slain. Its hard for me to love because I don't know if I am allowed to find such happiness." She wrapped her hands over her stomach. "Is it Billy, is it ok for me to find love, have a family to live for my own happiness." The words exploded from her not in anger but in the breaking of the dam that held her repressed emotions. “Yes.” he said calmly. “You should never close yourself off from that. You’re a sentient being, not a monster. You deserve whatever happiness your heart desires.” "Then why do I lose everyone I love." Tears welled in her eyes. "Why am I left alone." Tears began to flow freely. "Why are my dreams forbidden to me. Why must I make stuffed animals for others children but never know what its like to bring life into this world." “Jess…. I……” he didn’t know what to say. “I can’t answer those question, I can’t even the fathom the pain. I really can’t. But….. look. You are my best friend, and I’m not going to run away knowing who you are. I will keep your secret. And I am touched you trust me enough to let me in on who you are.” Tears still flowed… The emotions she kept tightly under control flew free and raw. In her sadness she felt more alive than she had for quite sometime. "At the very least you are my friend." She whispered. Her mind raced, she wanted to be held, to love and be loved in return. Billy went up to her and lifted her up into a big hug. “Jae….Jess...whatever I feel, I don’t know, thats something I need to figure out. I don’t know how it is going to play out, and I need you to know that because I don’t want to ruin our friendship or give you false hope.” She wrapped her arms around his frame. "I told you I would give you the tools to make the best choice you can." She held him tightly. "Not the easiest, choice. No matter what happens we will at least be friends." He squeezed tighter, “But you are my friend and that isn’t going to change, and I will always be there, no matter what. No matter what happens, no matter how this resolves, no matter who might enter into my life or yours tomorrow. I will always love you as a friend. You can count on that.” The words hit her heart and sank deeply. She moved her head to Billy’s shoulder placing her mouth near his ear she whispered. "And I love you." She slid from his grasp and onto her seat, a hand still holding onto his. “As a friend right?” he whispered, not wanting to make things any more awkward than they were, but wanting clarification. She knew he was conflicted but Jaelle could no longer hide her feelings from herself much less from him. "As friends." She smiled. Billy leaned over and kissed her on the top of her head. “I don’t know how this is going to turn out, I don’t know what will happen. But I will cherish your trust, I promise. But Jess, can you do me a favor?” She nodded in agreement “Two actually. First, continue to be friends with Erin, I think the two of you can really benefit from being around each other. The second is a little bit harder, but, let yourself be more….for lack of a better term, human. Trust yourself, trust us to keep you safe. Open yourself to this amazing crew, this amazing team. Let them, let us, let me, see the real you. You don’t have to go by your name again. You don’t even have to change your hair and eye color back. But, you have a lot to offer everyone you meet. A lot of love and friendship to give. You have me to help share your burdens, so maybe, and baby steps of course, you can be a little more you.” He smiled. "I will try." Was her simple answer. “That’s all I can ask.” Billy smiled and then patted her on the head. “It’s late, I’m going to go. And Jess, I don’t know how this is going to play out. But I promise to be fair and open. Ok?” She started to a hold of emotions. Talking about her past was never easy. "You have a lot to consider." Billy nodded and then headed towards the door. She watched Billy leave, and for a while she just sat there watching her door. Suddenly her quarters felt very large and encompassing. She made her way to her room and slid into her bed. She closed her eyes and waited to let sleep take her. (Reply None) (posted by Will and Matthew) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Mission: To boldly go Day: -2 Stardate: 2445.08.31 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (USS Exeter, Bean me up - CSO Lt JG Erin Cortez & StratOPS, Ensign SG Billy Alexander - 0831) Walking into Bean me up, Erin headed straight for the counter and ordered a large caramel latte. As her order was being prepared, she glanced around the shop and saw Billy, sitting by himself. ~He looks like he has the weight of the world on his shoulders.~ she thought to herself as she picked up her order. ~He looks like he could use a friend~. Walking over to him, she smiled softly and said, "Penny for them?" “I think my thoughts are gonna cost a lot more than that….One of those days.” "You look like someone who just had a bomb dropped on them. Need a friend?" “Yes, but I’m not really sure it should be you.” "Okay… I'll go." “Sorry, sounded harsher than it was supposed to sound. What I meant was, I don’t necessarily think you are the appropriate person to talk to about my feelings. Tried that already, its why I’m in this mess.” Looking away, Erin sighed, "I deserved that." She turned to walk away. “Sorry, again, not really related to us, or our history. It’s all Mr. Perfect Jimmy Hart’s fault.” Smiling softly, "What did he do?" “Had a bit of a conundrum, asked for advice, he told me to be honest and it didn’t exactly help.” Taking a seat next to him, she nodded, "Honesty is good. But, sometimes, it can lead to problems. Look, if you need or want to be alone.. I'll go." “When you left, Erin, I was in a funk for two months. Until I finally pulled myself together. And a lot of people were there to help me snap out of it, mainly Trip and surprisingly enough Foxglove.” Knowing that this was something he needed to say to her, Erin stayed silent. Listened to him properly. “I missed you so much and I told myself for those first few months, I was gonna let all the anger go away and just take you back. But you didn’t come back. You didn’t write, you didn’t call. Once we broke up, you ghosted me, and I don’t blame you for that. I was rooting for you, and I'm glad you pulled through.” She nodded, wondering where this was going but also, in some way, glad that he was talking to her. "Billy, I never meant to hurt you. You must know that. That was the furthest thing from my mind…" “I know, the timing wasn’t right. As long as you had the stuff you needed to work through, we were doomed to fail.” ~We were doomed to fail…..~ Billy repeated to himself. Sighing, she was beginning to realise something. "Can I say something?" “Honesty is the best policy. At least according to Mr. Perfect. I know he’s probably said the same thing to you. Yeah, I know y’all met on Earth.” "You mean… Jimmy? Oh I swear I am gonna kick his ass when I see him next." She replied with a smile. "I would hardly call him Mr perfect." “Oh he isn’t perfect, perfect, but as a person, he’s the best one of us cousins, well at least better than me.” Billy said with a smile. "We… look, I care about you. I always will. I just… I don't think the time was right. We didn't work because I wasn't in the right place and that's on me." “Look, Erin,” Billy said with a sigh. He wanted to tell her that some of those feelings had come back, but he was having a hard time accessing them. All he could think about was Jaelle, and how she had opened up to him, shown him the real her. He was more confused than he had ever been, but as he looked at Erin, he could see she wasn’t the person he knew before. “We are young, we are dumb. It was only a month anyways, some relationships don’t even make it a week.” "I blame myself for this. I was the one who ran. But, in the same way, I wasn't ready. I wanted to make it work, just didn't know how. " “Don’t blame yourself, I share some of that as well, I wanted us to be perfect, the perfect pair, but we were never going to be perfect, because we aren’t perfect. And that is ok. And I guess, I just didn’t have the patience to wait for you to figure yourself out, because I needed to figure my own self out.” There was a sense of relief welling in Billy’s heart. Smiling softly, Erin reached for his hand and then stopped. "Billy, you are a special guy. You are. You will find that person that makes you feel amazing. Makes you feel like you are the only person that matters to them. I know that. Just promise me something. " “And here I thought you would try and weasel your way back into my heart. Isn’t that why you interrupted Jae and I?” Billy said with a laugh. "Weasel…. Wow. That's…." She pulled her hand back and sighed. ~and here was me trying to be the grownup and make things right.~ “Sorry, I’m speaking out of turn, what am I promising?” "I wasn't trying to weasel anything. I knew we needed to talk because I didn't want to serve on this ship with you and have bad feelings hanging over us. Honestly, seeing you again… I realised something. That we weren't right as a couple. But, that I want us to at least, be friends. You deserve that person that will give you their all. If that's Jaelle, then good for you and her. If not, then that's fine too. You need to figure that out for yourself. Me? I will always have a place in my heart for you. Always but…. " Billy began laughing, “You know, after the first few months I stopped even thinking about the fact you hurt me, like the pain kinda went numb. I didn’t really register until I saw you again. Then all the old emotions came back. The attraction, the hurt, the crush feelings, the want, the desire, the pain. It all came back and got me all jumbled up in my head.” She nodded. "I … can understand that." “But, here talking to you know, I feel, I feel nothing. I mean, I want to be your friend Erin. LIke you said, but the me that had feelings for you, isn’t really the me that exists now. I don’t think I like you like that, even though I spent the last few days thinking I might again. Sorry….that sounds harsh.” Smiling softly, "Billy, it doesn't sound harsh. It sounds fair. It sounds like we both grew up this last year. " “I mean, I glitterbombed you, you messed with my coffee, I transported you off the station, you put up wanted posters of me all around the base. You thought I had security detain you. Yeah, that juvenile behavior was not going to create a lasting relationship.” She smiled widely, "that is true." "We should be friends. We've grown and matured. I would Like that." “It will take time to work out the awkwardness, but its not like we had some great love story you know. In time, yeah, things wont be weird anymore.” "That's true. I just … I think a lot of you. You are a good guy. But take time to figure out what you really want. I took me a year to figure out who I was then was not who I was supposed to be. Now, I know who I am. If that makes sense?" “You know Jimmy was right.” "He was?" “I talked to him last night, trying to figure out my feelings for you, and the thing is, he told me yeah, if you have feelings for her, if they are genuine, if you think it will work out or you need to try. Then he told me what he really thought. That we’re too immature for each other. You’re too competitive and I have no patience. That things would escalate. It would never work, But if I had feelings for you, I should try.” "He has a point… that jackass." Erin replied with a smile. “But talking to you, being honest, Erin, I don’t think I like you in that way anymore. You’re not the one who currently is renting space in my heart. I get that now, I just needed to talk to you more.” "And I am glad we did. Because I needed to. We both did." She smiled and continued, "when the hell did we grow up?" “We haven’t yet.” "Fair point." “Erin, I need to go, I’ve got work, and well I need to, I need to figure some things out before I make any hasty decisions. But at least now, I think, our path forward is clear.” "I think so." She responded. “Friends?” He extended his hand. Taking his hand, she shook it, "Always." (Reply no-one) (Posted by Jackie and will) (USS Exeter, Holodeck 1 - aOPS Ensign M'Rurrh - 1405) Bare feet pounding along stone paths, M'Rurrh let slip a yowl of excitement. She could hear at least one officer make the leap from tower to hut behind her. A couple further crashing interventions by the dragon brought further mayhem and falling masonry. M'Rurrh ran straight past a cadre of soldiers in leather armour without even batting an eyelid at the battlemage throwing balls of fire after the great black beast circling in the sky. She finally paused for breath between two holographic characters engaged in a stand-off. Footsteps behind her and she called out, "It's an old Earth game in a genre called 'sword and sorcery' - somewhat modified for modern technology." Grinning, she added, "Computer, engage multiplayer mode and open character creation." A control panel appeared in midair. "Don't worry about your character details too much. The different races of humans, fey and beastfolk offer minor variations in the settings applied to you skills and base settings for health, stamina.. and magic." This last was said with a lingering purr and a flash of enjoyment in M'Rurrh's feline eyes. "Go ahead. Who do you want to be?" (Reply Ravok, any) (Posted by MCD) (USS Exeter, Holodeck 1 - COO Lieutenant jg Ravok- 1406) "It's an old Earth game in a genre called 'sword and sorcery' - somewhat modified for modern technology." Ensign M'Rurrh said to him. "Computer, engage multiplayer mode and open character creation." A control panel appeared in midair. "Don't worry about your character details too much. The different races of humans, fey and beastfolk offer minor variations in the settings applied to you skills and base settings for health, stamina.. and magic." "Go ahead. Who do you want to be?" Ravok glanced at the different races and their attributes " Oh what the hell , why not" He said as selected his race as bosmer leather armor and bow. " Let's go " he said as the armor and weapon appeared on his form. ( reply any, M'Rurrh) ( posted by Davis) (USS Exeter, Holodeck 1 – aCOO, Ensign M’Rurrh – 1447) Ravok had opted for a Wood Elf, favouring light armour and bow. ~An interesting choice. I wonder if he realises they’re carnivores…~ From that moment on, the Operations duo had made steady progress through the game’s tutorial areas. In combat they both favoured ranged attacks, though M’Rurrh preferred to use the game’s magic over weapons. Drawing the appropriate sigil in the air, a gout of flame would surge across the room for as long as she kept her arm outstretched, or until her quota of magic was exhausted. It was this element which had first drawn M’Rurrh into the game, and the fire caused a slightly manic glint in her eye each time she sent it hurtling at the next unlucky guard attempting to block their escape. Out of respect to the new player, M’Rurrh lingering around the NPCs as they gave their dialogue explaining basic game mechanics, or offering hints and allusions to the civil war which serves as a backdrop. Once they emerged into daylight, they watched as the dragon from the game’s start flew off towards a distant mountain. After a quick stop at a trio of standing stones, they continued on to the village of Riverwood. A further distraction came as M’Rurrh chased down a butterfly [NRPG: I freely admit, I’m one of the mad lepidopterists of Skyrim!], falling over a log in the process. M’Rurrh moved slowly for a few minutes after that – the holodeck’s use of localised tractor / repulsor beams serving to physically impair the player whilst their ‘health’ recovered. “A friend of mine introduced me to this game at the Academy. I’ve run several playthroughs, though I’ve never actually completed the main storyline. I just tend to go where my feet take me, and see what adventure the game throws at me from there. The main story centres around the dragons, but there are quests related to the civil war, as well as guilds for the magic-users, the fighters, the thieves and assassins – but it really is possible to just wander around and experience the world instead of following a linear story.” They arrived in Riverwood to overhear an old woman proclaiming loudly that she had seen a dragon, only to be disbelieved by her exasperated son. M’Rurrh smirked and gestured that they should explore further. “I think we’ll have to leave the next phase of our journey for another time. I only have the Holodeck booked until 1500, and chasing down thieves at Bleak Falls Barrow can take a while.” (Reply Ravok, none) (Posted by MCD) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Mission: The Flames of Purity Day: 1 Stardate: 2445.09.01 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (USS Exeter - Captain’s Quarters - CO, Lt. Commander Trip Williams and Dir. R and SE Ashlyn Williams - 0301) Twas the night before the big day. The calm before the storm, and unlike a small child on Christmas Eve, Trip was actually able to sleep, even though he was completely and totally anxious and excited. But yet he was able to sleep. It was calm in the quarters of the young Williams family. Layla the dog was asleep in her dog bed in the corner of the bedroom as Trip was snuggled up next to Ash, both deeply and pleasantly asleep. Yet the calm was disrupted by the ping of the computer system. =/\=Incoming Transmission from Luma'lenai of the Illuminar=/\= Startled Trip yawned, ignored the call and began holding Ash closer to him. =/\=Incoming Transmission from Luma'lenai of the Illuminar=/\= “Ash…..” He groaned, “I think its for you……” Ashlyn groaned, the bed was warm, and cosy, her husband’s comforting presence holding her. “Mmmf. s’fr you.” She said sleepily, turning over. “Layla, s’fr Layla, she can answer it.” “Do I have to?” Trip pleaded, “can’t I just stay in bed and snuggle?” =/\=Incoming Transmission from Luma'lenai of the Illuminar=/\= “Do you have a coin on you? We could flip for it?” Ashlyn quipped, awake now. Looking at his beautiful wife in the dim light of their room he smiled. “No it’s probably for me, I’ll answer it before the dog wakes up.” He kissed her on the cheek and got out of bed. He was wearing the standard issuesd NCC-1672-C Gray pajama bottoms with no shirt. He stretched out and left the bedroom, walking into the adjacent office. Sitting down he opened the comm channel. It was a recorded message rather than an actual hailing frequency. =/\=Instead of sleeping, she came here to do this. While you are not her Eimsanna, you are the most important person to her otherwise. Luma desired you to have these recordings. Please do not be displeased.=/\= Trip sighed and listened to the music recording. Her sister had recorded a song with Luma. It sounded painful at first. He could tell that Sy was playing the guitar on her own, rather than creating a hologram to accompany her. She wasn’t as good a guitar player as Trip, but he could tell she had been practicing. It started mournful, but as the second song started, it sounded more hopeful, more beautiful. A wonderful melody. He could feel that there was hope in her voice and he knew that while she was struggling still, she would be ok. He knew that he’d also be ok. He sent a two word reply to Luma, simply saying Thank you. He looked at the clock and saw that he could get at least another two and half hours of sleep if he somehow managed to get back to sleep. He left the office that was in his quarters and smiled. ~You know, this could easily be turned into a nursery if needed.~ Returning back to his room, he crawled into bed and snuggled up next to Ash. “Sorry about that.” Ash smiled warmly "It's okay, Who was it? “Luma wanted to send me some music recordings she had done of Sy. I don’t know if Luma understands sleep cycles yet.” Trip said with a chuckle. "That would be the first thing that I taught her." She replied, leaning on her elbow, her hair cascading over the pillow. "Yeah, she meant well. I think Sy is going to be ok. I worry about her, but towards the end there, I think she is going to be ok. In time. But I still worry about her, she is my sister.” "Of course you do, and I'd think a lot less of you if you didn't. On a related thing, did Ailynn speak to you? I do worry about her, she's been through a lot." “I haven’t talked to her much about her personal live since she became my first officer. It’s different, I’m still trying to figure out how to be her captain and how to be her best friend. I don’t think bringing her on was a mistake. It just will take some time to figure out the new dynamic. But she has been hanging around Ronnie a lot, which is a good thing. Plus she still has you.” "I noticed, they seem to get on well. I'll be around for her too as you say." Ashlyn slid closer, and rested her head on his shoulder. "I have no real recollection from school about what this point in my life would be, I certainly never thought about marriage, but I'm happier now then I have ever been. Travelling the stars with you." “Well now is your last chance to back out, say the word, and we’ll head back to mars and I’ll find some job as a civilian pilot.” Trip wrapped his arms around Ash as he brought her in closer into a snuggly embrace and kissed her on the forehead. "Love you." She whispered. Ashlyn smiled in the darkness, and turned round in Trip's arms, feeling secure as his arm draped round her waist. Slowly, sleep took her for his own once more. As Trip felt Ash slowly drift to sleep in his arms, he whispered softly to himself. “Guess that means we’re staying on the ship.” As he slowly drifted off to sleep himself, his mind was flooded with the pleasant childhood memories of a young boy and his sister running through fields, laughing, playing, happy. He was going to miss his sister, but he knew they would always be there for each other, no matter what. (reply none) (posted by Will and Mark) (USS Exeter - Adalas Quarters - Assistant CScio - Ensign SG – Adala Michaels - 0700) Adala had come on board early to get settled in her new quarters and to explore the ship. She liked the calm before the storm. There wasn’t much that she’d brought with her, most of her belongings had been sent back to earth. She looked around the main room of her quarters and smiled. One wall held a display of rocks and other items she’d found on some of her climbs. The opposite wall held several weapons she had grown adept at wielding - a batleth, being the center piece of that display. With one last glance around the room she stepped through the door and out into the corridor to begin her exploration. (reply any) (Posted by Kathleen) (USS Exeter - Main Science Lab - CSO Lt JG Erin Cortez - 0747) Standing in the lab and looking at the assembled crew, her staff, made Erin feel a sense of pride but also, incredibly nervous. Taking a deep breath, Erin looked at them all and began to speak, “Okay, we are about to set off on our inaugural mission. All of you have worked so hard to get this place to where we needed it to be. Thankyou for all your hard work. I know that we are all young, not long out of the Academy and are unsure of what the future holds but, if i can promise you anything, I will always be here to lead, guide and assist you with whatever comes our way. Now, my place is on the bridge for the moment. So, Ensign Michaels will be in charge for the moment down here. You all have projects to work on. Ensign Michaels, i assume that you will be in the Geology Lab?” (reply Michaels) Erin nodded. “I am on the com if you need anything but do me proud. “ (Reply Any) Nodding to Adala, Erin turned on her heels and walked out of the science department heading for the turbolift. (posted by Jackie) (USS Exeter - Main Science Lab - Assistant CScio - Ensign SG – Adala Michaels - 0800) “Ensign Michaels, i assume that you will be in the Geology Lab?”” Adala laughed “Where else would I be?” She shrugged. “I’ll be here unless someone drags me out kicking and screaming” She ‘almost’ meant it. Sure she liked her rocks and they gave her peace. She didn’t know many of the others yet, hadn’t really had the chance before her transfer to HQ. Now maybe she’d get to know some of her other crewmates. … she hoped. She smiled at Erin. “I’ll be available to help wherever I am needed. Comes with the job description doesn’t it?” She turned and exited the main science labs heading for her corner of the department once the meeting was finished. (reply Any) (Posted by Kathleen) (USS Exeter - Bridge - CSO Lt JG Erin Cortez - 0802) As the ship began to tremble a little, a flurry of excitement flashed through her. ~Oh here we go. I just hope that Admiral Krane was right and this is the right path for me. ~ she thought to herself as she glanced back at her station and then turned back to watch as Lieutenant Williams skilfully piloted the new ship out towards the stars. Smiling to herself, she glanced over at Commander Williams. She could see the almost relief on him as he sat, stoic and true watching over Ire as he flew. Smiling at Ailynn sat next to him, she nodded and winked and turned back to her station, ready to run scans, provide assistance whenever it was necessary. (Reply Michaels, Any) (Posted by Jackie) (USS Exeter, Crew Quarters / Dreamscape – aCOO, Ensign M’Rurrh – 0801) M'Rurrh cursed in frustration, and not for the first time, as she twisted her hips to fit through the too-tight Jefferies tube. Her eyes followed her prey – a smaller creature native to the Caitian homeworld – as it waddled away from her with relative ease and hopped out into the next junction. Grunting with the effort, M’Rurrh continued her pursuit until finally her arms and head made it out.. ..and onto the Parade Ground at Starfleet Academy. M’Rurrh pushed against the edge of the Jefferies tube, now barely the width of her thighs, and tumbled onto the ground. Standing she straightened her uniform and smiled an apology at the Lieutenant who stood before her. “I’m sorry, I had trouble in the conduit.” “Well of course you did, silly,” the Lieutenant’s smile was friendly, familiar. “People were smaller in the olden days. Can’t expect an old ship to fit your constitution. Hey, wait!” But it was too late. M’Rurrh had sighted her prey across the courtyard and this time nothing would come between them. Crouching low as she ran, ancient hunting instincts kicked in; her pupils dilated to better fix her prey in her vision, her whiskers were driven forwards to detect movement and other changes in the immediate foreground, bare-footed claws gave her extra grip. She lunged several metres on one last leap and at last closed her hands around her prize. As she snarled in victory, the stunned creature turned it’s head and M’Rurrh saw. ..James T Kirk, no more than two feet tall, staring, eyes wide and vacant. His jaw wobbled up and down, before he said: "All hands, this is the Captain. This is a momentous occasion for all of us. The time has come for the Exeter to depart as a fully commissioned Starship. All the hard work that the designers, engineers, and crew have put into this dream, the work that we have done over the last week, has led to this point. We are the first crew of this Ship. We have the honor to bring life to this beauty of engineering and technology. We will soon depart Mars orbit and make our way to Bajor. I don't know exactly the situation we will encounter when we get there, as Starfleet's presence has been minimal for at least a decade, but out goal is to reconnect with our friends on Bajor and remind the quadrant that Starfleet is still here and we are doing our best to get back to business. Traveling at our cruising speed of warp 8, we should arrive at Bajor in 18 days. Ladies and gentlemen, this is our new reality. This is our home, our ship. This mission, this cruise, it's just day one. As I have said many times over the course of this last week, I am proud of all of you, and I know you will perform exceptionally. Now then, all hands, prepare for departure." During the course of the Captain’s announcement, M’Rurrh transitioned from sleep to wakefulness. Although it had taken her most of the message to understand that the voice was not Captain Kirk, but her own Captain aboard the USS Exeter, by its end she felt the familiar sensations of her quarters around her and all from before had slipped away. The last thing to recede into her unconscious mind was the tiny Kirk’s wide-eyed stare as she held him in her hands. (Reply none) (Posted by MCD) (USS Exeter - Bridge – First Officer Lt(sg) Ailynn Bracken - 0803) The sense of trepidation and excitement was utterly intoxicating her. Ailynn sat in her chair to Trip’s right. She fidgeted somewhat, as she wasn’t one who generally sat down for protracted lengths of time. Now however, her restlessness wasn’t caused by too long in a chair, the moment had come, the moment that they had all shifted Heaven and Earth, blood and sweat to work toward, had arrived. Ailynn leant forward as Trip made the speech to all hands, her foot tapped restlessly, a small smile of excitement rested comfortably on her face. Trip then turned to her, "Well Lynn, you ready?" “Been practicing for long enough no? I even have room for my legs this time.” She smiled at her old friend. “Looking good Skip.” "Good, then let's do this.” "Lt. Williams," Trip said with a huge smile on his face. "Set course for Bajor. Quarter impulse until we clear mars orbit. Full impulse until we are at a safe distance for warp." Ailynn didn’t hear the replies, they were lost in her sense of wonder as she felt the ship begin to move as Ire sent the Commands that engaged the impulse engines, talking them out the fixed orbit that they were in. Silently she reached over, and squeezed Trip’s shoulder, catching his face she nodded, and winked. (Reply Trip only IYW) (Posted by Mark) (USS Exeter – Geology Lab – Science Officer - Ensign – David Clarke- 0806) David moved down the corridor and stepped into the geology lab. He paused on the threshold and realised that this was not his lab. There were not any clocks on the walls or temporal maps. ~If this is not mine lab then where am I~ “Hallo?” (Reply Michaels) He saw Michaels who he had met earlier in the main lab. “Sorry to bother you I’m Ensign Clarke. I am trying to find temporal mechanics lab but this is not it?” (Reply Michaels) (Reply Michaels, Any) (Posted by Robbie)(SPC David Clarke) (USS Exeter - Geology Lab - Assistant CScio - Ensign SG – Adala Michaels - 0810) “Hallo?” Adala turned, hearing a voice behind her. “Sorry to bother you I’m Ensign Clarke. I am trying to find temporal mechanics lab but this is not it?” She smiled at the young man as she placed the rock she’d been cataloging onto the counter top and brushed her hands off on the apron she was wearing. “I’m Ensign Michaels, and no bother. This is the geology lab. The temporal mechanics lab is down the hall a bit. I will show you.” This was one of the reasons she’d taken the time to arrive early and look around. She nodded to the door. “Let’s go.” (reply Clark) She led the young man out of the lab and headed down the corridor. “This can be daunting if you don’t know your way around.” (Reply Clark) She understood his confusion. Every hall looked the same, every door identical. “You can also ask the computer if you get lost. Although I haven’t tried that yet.” (Reply Clark) “Is this your first posting?” (Reply Clark) (Reply Clark, Any) (Posted by Kathleen) (USS Exeter - Geology Lab – Science Officer - Ensign – David Clarke- 0813) “I’m Ensign Michaels, and no bother. This is the geology lab. The temporal mechanics lab is down the hall a bit. I will show you.” He watched as Michaels as she nodded towards the door. “Let’s go.” “Thank you very much.” He followed her out into the corridor. “This can be daunting if you don’t know your way around.” David nodded. “Yes every deck just looks very similar to each other.” “You can also ask the computer if you get lost. Although I haven’t tried that yet.” “Yes that would have been a sensible option but I thought I knew the way.” “Is this your first posting?” “Does it show?” David smiled. “Yes this is my first proper posting. Have not been off earth since I graduated from the academy. I spent my time at Greenwich, London. I was expecting to be there for a long time but then out of the blue I was posted to Mars and now the Exeter.” He indicated the corridor ahead of them. “How about you is this your first posting?” (Reply Michaels) (Reply Michaels, Any) (Posted by Robbie) (SPC David Clarke) (USS Exeter - Geology Lab - Assistant CScio - Ensign SG – Adala Michaels - 0815) Adala laughed lightly as he spoke “Does it show?” She shrugged. “It does, but it will pass. Each day you’ll become more at ease in your surroundings.” She pointed out various other labs and rooms as they walked along. “How about you? Is this your first posting?” She paused outside one of the doors and turned as he asked the question. “No this isn’t my first. I started out on the Mystique, then Mars, and just came back from some time on Earth at HQ. I feel like I have traveled all over already. But I am glad to be back in space. I was not meant to be planetside.” She turned towards the door they stood near and entered the room. “This is the Temporal Mechanics Lab.” she looked around the room and motioned to a nearby crewmember. “They should be able to help you now.” (reply Clark, any) (Posted by Kathleen) (USS Exeter – Temporal Mechanics Lab – Science Officer - Ensign SG – David Clarke - 0817) “This is the Temporal Mechanics Lab.” David looked around what was going to be his new lab. It was smaller than the one he had had on Mars which was not surprising. It had large wall mounted screens which were showing the view outside the ship. ~This will do nicely~ “They should be able to help you now.” He turned back to Michaels and smiled. “Thank you very much for helping me. (Reply Michaels IYW) (Reply Michaels, any) (Posted by Robbie) (SPC David Clarke) (USS Exeter - Chief Intelligence Office- CIO/ 3O, Lieutenant(jg) Jaelle Foxglove - 0849) Jaelle overlooked the officers that were assigned to her small section. They were all chosen by Jaelle herself. She smiled it wasn't often one got to build there entire section from the ground up. But the simple fact was intelligence gathered in the field was more reliable, and this was a pilot program to see if intelligence ops could be integrated into the normal operations of a starship. Thus increasing the accuracy, dependability, and frequency of intelligence to give ship Captains a better hold on what was going on in there area of operation. Jaelle checked her PADD she held in hand before she addressed the gathered group. "Welcomw to the Exeter and a deep reaches of Space, most of you already know who I am so we can dispense with the introductions." She eyed each in turn and as her gaze fell on Faust she smiled. "Chief petty officer Faust will be my acting assistant chief of intelligence. As such she will remain on a floating rotation and will remain on call during off duty hours to help cover any shortages." (Reply Faust, iyw) "She will share the same rotation that I will be this will also make the flow of information easier, since I will have other duties and more likely than not spending a large amount of my time on the bridge." She nodded taking each into account handing padds to each of the other three officers under her command. "These are your rotations, one of you will be assigned to each shift. After six weeks you will rotate. Thats how no one gets stuck on an empty shift. You all already know your duties so I will not harp on that. But understand I run a tight section and my standards are high, met them, or make plans to return to mars." (Reply any who wishes to play intell) "Now with that said. Each of you where chosen by myself to be here. If I didn't see that you would have what it would take to do this job and live up to my expectations you would not be here. This opportunity is yours make it a great one, and make your mark on the fleet." Again she walked down the line. "Dismissed to your shift duties." Again she turned to Faust, after the rest left. "They are young, but they all have skills and some kind of experience with intelligence operations. Our job is to make their abilities grow. Think your up to the challenge?" She asked as she sat at her desk for a moment. (Reply Faust, iyw) Over the last year Faust had come to prove herself a valuable asset and One could say a friend of sorts. Jaelle trusted her and knew she would voice her opinion. Jaelle pushed a few keys on the holographic displays before her. "As we get closer to Bajor we will get more details on the mission till then the most important thing is to get everyone acclimated to life on the ship that includes you." Jaelle eyed Faust knowing she would put orders before herself. "Now if you excuse me I am expected on the bridge." Jaelle stood to leave knowing that the Intelligence Section was in good hands. (Reply any in Intell, Faust) (Posted by Matthew Locke) (USS Exeter – SFI Agent – MCPO – Rebecca Faust - 0852) "Welcome to the Exeter and a deep reaches of Space, most of you already know who I am so we can dispense with the introductions." "Chief petty officer Faust will be my acting assistant chief of intelligence. As such she will remain on a floating rotation and will remain on call during off duty hours to help cover any shortages." Rebecca nodded. “Yes boss.” "She will share the same rotation that I will be this will also make the flow of information easier, since I will have other duties and more likely than not spending a large amount of my time on the bridge." She took the PADD that she was given. "These are your rotations, one of you will be assigned to each shift. After six weeks you will rotate. Thats how no one gets stuck on an empty shift. You all already know your duties so I will not harp on that. But understand I run a tight section and my standards are high, met them, or make plans to return to mars." (Reply any who wishes to play intell) "Now with that said. Each of you where chosen by myself to be here. If I didn't see that you would have what it would take to do this job and live up to my expectations you would not be here. This opportunity is yours make it a great one, and make your mark on the fleet." "Dismissed to your shift duties." "They are young, but they all have skills and some kind of experience with intelligence operations. Our job is to make their abilities grow. Think your up to the challenge?" Rebecca watched as Foxglove sat at her desk for a moment. Rebecca nodded. “I am sure that we will be able to smooth over the rough edges.” Foxglove activated the holographic display and Rebecca looked at it. "As we get closer to Bajor we will get more details on the mission till then the most important thing is to get everyone acclimated to life on the ship that includes you." "Now if you excuse me, I am expected on the bridge." Rebecca nodded. “Yes Boss” as she headed back into the department. (Reply any in Intell, any) (Posted by Robbie) (SPC Rebecca Faust) (USS Exeter - CMO Office - CMO - Ens Gabe Vesper 1000) Looking over the reports Gabe noted the few outstanding officers needing to be seen, top of the list was the CO. “Typical” Gabe said to himself, having now had a chance to talk to other CMOs it was noticed that senior staff normally held back from sickaby, citing their schedules as an excuse. “Dr Vesper to Captain Williams” (Reply Williams) “Sir, i've been looking through the remaining medicals and it appears you're yet to be seen. Could you report to Sickbay please, now if you could.” (Reply Williams) (Posted by Mat) (USS Exeter - Bridge - CO, Lt. Commander Trip Williams - 1002) They were well on their way to Bajor, though still had a long way to go, it was very early in their journey. They had only been traveling for two hours, and a few weeks to get there. He was wearing the white captains variant of the duty uniform because he like the clean way it looked. The bridge crew was performing marvelously, with idle chit chat and banter going though out the bridge. =/\=Dr Vesper to Captain Williams=/\= "Go ahead, this is the captain." =/\=Sir, ive been looking through the remaining medicals and it appears youre yet to be seen. Could you report to Sickbay please, now if you could.=/\= "I'll be there lickety split." Trip said with a sigh, "Captain Williams out." He then turned to Ailynn, "Well, looks like I'm busted. Guess I need to set a good example to the crew and get my medical done, now that everyone knows I've been putting it off." (Reply Ailynn) "Well Lieutenant, you have the bridge until I get back. Don't let Ire break anything." (reply Ailynn) Trip stood up and made his way towards the turbo lift. As he reached the turbo lift doors he turned to face the bridge crew, "And if any of you have yet to get your medical done, I hereby order everyone on the bridge who hasn't done it yet, to get it done before the end of the day. If I got to do it, so do all of you." With a smile and a laugh Trip entered the turbo lift and the doors closed. (reply Ailynn, any on bridge) (posted by Will) (USS Exeter - Bridge - FO, Lt(sg) Ailynn Bracken - 1004) "I'll be there lickety split." Trip said with a sigh, "Captain Williams out." Trip then turned to her, "Well, looks like I'm busted. Guess I need to set a good example to the crew and get my medical done, now that everyone knows I've been putting it off." “Make sure you don’t fail Skipper, I am not ready for the centre chair yet.” Ailynn spoke gently. "Well Lieutenant, you have the bridge until I get back. Don't let Ire break anything." “I won’t even let him touch the window controls.” She smirked. Trip stood up and made his way towards the turbo lift. As he reached the turbo lift doors he turned to face the bridge crew, "And if any of you have yet to get your medical done, I hereby order everyone on the bridge who hasn't done it yet, to get it done before the end of the day. If I got to do it, so do all of you." With a smile and a laugh Trip entered the turbo lift and the doors closed. As Trip left the Bridge, Ailynn sat down in the centre seat. “Well…” She smiled, a the conspiratorial smile that she shared with friends. “Thank the Prophets he’s gone, now let’s steal this bird and see how fast she goes.” (Reply any on Bridge.) Ailynn chuckled. “For the record that is to be considered a joke, or a jolly jape, and not in any way an order.” (Reply any on Bridge (posted by Mark) (USS Exeter - CMO Office - CMO, Ens Gabe Vesper and CO, Lt. Commander Trip Williams - 10:15) Gabe finished talking to the nurse on duty when the doors opened. “Doctor Vesper, I believe you wanted to see me?” Trip said as he walked into the CMO’s office. He was wearing the white Captain’s variant of the duty uniform. “I’m guessing this has something to do with the medical that I keep delaying?” "It doesn't have something to do with your medical Sir, it is your medical. Lead by example? I still have several of the senior staff to see and it's not a great look when the CO hasn't been seen." Gabe tried the awkward smile again, he was trying to sound jokey but his personality buffered it. “No, I get that, now that we are underway, I’ve got a lot more time to take care of things like this.” Pointing to the bed he pulled out the tricorder from his coat pocket. "Shall we?" “You’re the Doc.” Trip said with a smile, “So, I hope having your sister as first officer isn’t going to be an issue. I assume not, since she is the one who recruited you.” "Not so far" Gabe moved over to the console and brought up Trips file. "We've spoken and its a lot calmer than it was on Mars, I guess we're getting used to it." Returning to the bed Gabe started scanning Trip. "Any complaints, concerns? I'm guessing being a captain so young might cause some stress or worry, how are you feeling so far?" “Well, I would be lying if I said I wasn’t stressed. But i’ve got an appointment with the Counselor Lavorre later today. I want the crew to feel comfortable going to the counselor, and knowing the captain is going to the counselor, much like having my medical done, might help.” Gabe gave a side eye to the Captain from the end of the bed as he read a few more notes. "Yes, I saw the Counsellor myself the other day, very energetic." “But other than that, I feel fine. I mean my knee has been acting up, I went for a run a few days ago and it just didn’t feel right, swelled a bit, it’s been tender, but the adrenaline has been enough to keep me on my feet. I guess I’m stubborn and don’t really come to doctors for sports injuries, even though my best friend is a doctor.” Moving to his knee Gabe scanned a little further. "Looks like mild tendinitis." Gabe sighed. "Adrenaline is not a substitute for medical intervention Captain. As you said, you're supposed to be encouraging the crew to attend these types of appointments. You've sprained your knee, but next time make sure you come to me ok?" “Got it doc. I’ll do better.” Gabe pulled the dermal regenerator and waved it over the knee. "Good as new." He pulled a hypo spray from the tray beside the bed and motioned for permission to use it. "Just a mild antiinflammatory." “Thanks,” Trip said as he shook his knee and it felt like new. “I guess at the end of the day I’m still a stubborn 23 year old. Not the smartest kid. Once wrestled a championship match at the Academy with a torn ACL. Don’t worry, your sister chewed me a new one.” "So I can see, just keep an eye on it. Ailynns bark is worse than her bite, I'm the other way round." Gabe gave the awkward smile again. “Unless there's anything else?” “Nope, everything Sounds good to me Doc. So do I get the all clear?” "Absolutely, can't ground you on a sore knee can I!" Gabe put the tricorder back into his pocket and headed off to the terminal to sign the medical off. “Thanks doc, I’ll make sure that my senior staff completes their medicals. Please let me now if you need anything else from me.” "Nothing springs to mind sir, just stay off the running for a few days, Doctors orders." “Sounds good to me,” Trip said as he smiled at the doctor and made his way out of the office to his next appointment. (reply none) (posted by Mat and Will) (USS Exeter - Bridge – First Officer Lt(sg) Ailynn Bracken – 1040) “Understood. I’m on my way. Bracken out.” Ailynn closed the channel and turned to Trip in the main chair next to her. “With your permission Sir? Doctor’s orders.” It still got to her a little, that she was now removed from Medicine, true, it was by her own decision, but that didn’t mean that it didn’t sting a tiny bit. (Reply Trip IYW) She stood up from the chair, straightened her back slightly, and then crossed the bridge to the turbolift. “Sickbay.” She called as the doors closed behind her. (posted by Mark) (USS Exeter - Bridge – CO, Lt. Commander Trip Williams – 1043) Trip had maybe been back on the bridge for minutes after getting back from his medical. Everything was fine for him health wise, except for the reality that when it came to his physical health he could no longer be the stubborn 23 year old that he was when it came to sport injuries. It used to be that he could just leave them be and ignore them, that his bodies natural healing took over. But he had to set an example for the crew. If he ignored routine medical, or let an injury linger, what example would that set for the crew. Well the captain didn't get his sprain checked up on, so why should I. Sitting in his nice comfy captain's chair he chuckled a little as it was Ailynn's turn to go get checked up. “With your permission Sir? Doctor’s orders.” "Go ahead, I don't want to be the one to tick off our CMO. Lord knows what kind of excuse he might find to call me medically unfit for duty or something like that." Trip smiled as she left the bridge. In that moment the small panel at the command chair pinged. It was a reminder, he had a counseling appointment at 1100 hours. ~Shoot, I almost forgot. Shouldn't have come back to the bridge.~ Standing up he sighed, "Mr. Shara, you have the bridge until either I or Lt. Bracken get back." (reply Ravok) "In the meanwhile, why don't you work with Tactical, Ops, and Science. See how good our long range sensors work, find a target, and then get a target lock, don't fire. Let it be an asteroid or something. You know, just in case, and because long trips can get boring without something to do." (reply Ravok) "Alright then, I'll be back." Trip then smiled and headed towards the turbo lift on the way to his first counseling appointment with bubbly enigma that was one Jester Lavorre. (reply Ravok, any) (posted by Will) (USS Exeter - Bridge – COO Lieutenant jg Ravok – 1044) "Mr. Shara, you have the bridge until either I or Lt. Bracken get back." Ravok turned his chair around to face his Captain. Trip referring to him as Shara , was something he had gotten used too during his time in starfleet . It was a cultural misunderstanding, but he understood why people called him that . "Yes Captain " "In the meanwhile, why don't you work with Tactical, Ops, and Science. See how good our long range sensors work, find a target, and then get a target lock, don't fire. Let it be an asteroid or something. You know, just in case, and because long trips can get boring without something to do." Ravok panned his eyes around the bridge " Yes Captain, understood. " "Alright then, I'll be back." Trip then smiled and headed towards the turbo lift. Ravok tapped his commbadge " Ensign M'Rurrh, please report to the bridge." ( reply M'Rurrh) (posted by Robert Davis) (USS Exeter – Sickbay – First Officer Lt(sg) Ailynn Bracken – 1045) She entered the surprisingly large Sickbay, and after trading greetings with a couple of passing nurses who she recognised from the Mars Hospital, caught sight of Dr Vesper. “Hey Bro. Is there a Doctor in the House?” She was in a good mood, and couldn’t stop herself being whimsical. (Reply Vesper) (Posted by Mark) (USS Exeter - Bridge – COO Lieutenant jg Ravok – 1053) Once Ensign M'Rurrh arrived on the bridge Ravok stood up clearing the information from the ops station of his recent search. He pointed to the ops station. " Please Take a seat Ensign. " ( reply M'Rurrh) " Ensigns M'Rurrh and Dareshaa and Lieutenant Cortez, at present course and speed we will be approaching the Segnus asteroid cluster , ancient remnants of an exoplanet. The largest asteroid in the cluster is named Segnus-71-339" Ravok said as he took a seat in the command chair. "Ensign M'Rurrh I want a broad sensor sweep of the the cluster and narrow the field of the sweep as we approach closer. Communicate with engineering if neccessary to obtain the proper allocation of power to strengthen the sensor sweep." ( reply M'Rurrh) Ravok looked at Erin "Lieutenant Cortez. I want a detailed analysis of the asteroids density and composition. ( reply Erin) "Ensign Dareshaa, I want phaser lock on the target and a simulated phaser shot that would sufficiently vaporize the entire asteroid as to avoid it blowing apart and becoming several other smaller celestial objects. Please adjust phaser intensity as needed to accomplish this task. " ( reply Dareshaa) " We will be doing all of this while maintaining our current warp speed. So be ready , be accurate." ( reply any on bridge ) ( posted by Rob Davis ) (USS Exeter, Bridge - aCOO, Ensign M'Rurrh - 1054) M'Rurrh bounded onto the bridge, landing in the seat at Operations the moment it was vacated by Lieutenant Ravok. "Please take a seat, Ensign." She worked the console, bringing up her personal preference of layout, all as the senior officer gave orders: "Ensigns M'Rurrh and Dareshaa and Lieutenant Cortez, at present course and speed we will be approaching the Segnus asteroid cluster, ancient remains of an exoplanet. The largest asteroid in the cluster is named Segnus-71-339. "Ensign M'Rurrh, I want a broad sensor sweep of the cluster and narrow the field of the sweep as we approach closer. Communicate with Engineering if necessary to obtain the proper allocation of power to strengthen the sensor sweep." Even before the Lieutenant had finished speaking, M'Rurrh had targeted a broad-base scan of the upcoming asteroid field. As the bridge became quiet, M'Rurrh filled the void. "Tying in a subroutine to cross-match the active scan against computer records." M'Rurrh pushed a digitally enhanced representation of the field onto the main screen and watched as the computer added identification glyphs to one rock after another until Segnus-71-339 appeared in the lower-left quadrant. "Segnus-71-339 identified and verified against survey records. Targeting full sensors and patching to Science console." (Reply Cortez, Michaels, Dareshaa, any) (Posted by MCD) (USS Exeter - Bridge – CSO Lt JG Erin Cortez – 1055) " Ensigns M'Rurrh and Dareshaa and Lieutenant Cortez, at present course and speed we will be approaching the Segnus asteroid cluster , ancient remnants of an exoplanet. The largest asteroid in the cluster is named Segnus-71-339" Ravok stated, Erin turned, nodded and threw him a smile as he sat in the big chair. "Lieutenant Cortez. I want a detailed analysis of the asteroids density and composition. “Yes Sir.” she replied and turned back to her console. Adjusting the sensors slightly, Erin began to send data down to the Geology lab and tapped her combadge, “Cortez to Michaels.” (Reply Michaels) “I’m sending some scans to you. We need a detailed analysis of the asteroid, Segnus-71-339. As you are our geology expert, i’d like you to take care of the readings and prepare an analysis. Focusing particularly on density and composition.” (Reply Michaels) “As soon as you can. Make me proud, Adala. Cortez out.” Turning back to her console, she looked over at Ravok and smiled. ~He looks good in that chair. He deserves that.~ (Reply Michaels, Any) (Posted by Jackie) (USS Exeter - Bridge - Chief Tactical Officer Ensign Dareshaa - 1056) Dareshaa was standing behind the tactical console when the Chief of Operations was given command of the bridge with a task to complete. The lieutenant jumped into action. He explained there is an asteroid cluster named Segnus and the Exeter crew would be using it to run some exercise scans and simulated target practice. The COO had very specific details on how he wanted the targeted asteroid to be vaporized. "Aye Liuetenant. A man who know what he wants. As you wish sir," Dareshaa responded as she looked at him with a smile. She held the gaze for a moment, and then tilted her head down to run her fingers over her board. She first found the asteroid designated as Segnus-71-339. However, she wasn't able to accurately target nor would she be able to change her phaser fire setting until Ensign M'Rurrh and Lieutenant Cortez came back with their own analysis. Dareshaa's decisions would be highly based on their reports. (reply Ravok, M'Rurrh, Cortez, any) (posted by Calvin Capps) (USS Exeter - Geology Lab – Assistant CScio - Ensign SG – Adala Michaels - 10:58) Adala had been cataloging rocks in the lab for the last hour when Erins voice came over the comm. “Cortez to Michaels.” She tapped her badge “Go ahead Lieutenant?” “I’m sending some scans to you. We need a detailed analysis of the asteroid, Segnus-71-339. As you are our geology expert, i’d like you to take care of the readings and prepare an analysis. Focusing particularly on density and composition.” “Of course Lieutenant. Consider it done.” She stood and moved to another console and tapped the panel. She pulled up a chair and sat down as the information began to stream across the screen. “As soon as you can. Make me proud, Adala. Cortez out.” Adala shook her head as the comm closed and thought to herself. ~ Always ~ (Reply Jackie) (Posted by Kathleen) (USS Exeter - Geology Lab – ACScio - Ensign SG – Adala Michaels - 10:59) Adalas hands ran over the console as the required scans and reran the scans. What she was seeing made her curious. The information for the most part was pretty standard. But some of the readings were not what she expected and would need more information, collection perhaps. She tapped the comm. “Michaels to Bridge.” (reply: M'Rurrh, Cortez, Any on the bridge) She commenced with her report of the scans and sent her findings to the Science station on the bridge. “Much of what I see is pretty standard. There are a few pockets of denser material than I would have thought should be here that I would like samples of, if possible, for further study.” (reply: M'Rurrh, Cortez, Any on the bridge) She had made note of these areas in her notes that she sent, once the scans were sent to the bridge she sat back and pondered her findings. (reply, Cortez, Any on the bridge) (Written by Kathleen) (USS Exeter - Counselor’s Office - CO, Lt. Commander Trip Williams and Counselor, Ensign Senior Grade Jester Lavorre - 11:00) The office was finally set-up in a way which pleases Jester. She’d had her assistant helping set it up for the past few days. A large circular room, her office was bigger than most as it doubled as where she met and provided counselling sessions for all of the crew. The circular room was by design and felt odd on a starship where rooms tended to be angular and boxy. All around the room there were framed photos and art depicting different parts of the brain and bodies but in completely different eclectic art styles. She found these unusually helpful in her work, especially the one directly behind her desk. Patients depending on the way their brain worked either related the artwork to phallic imagery or a cityscape. There was a bong which appeared through the PA system and the door opened automatically as it was set to do when she wasn’t in a session, she twirled around and saw the ships Commanding Officer stood in the doorway. “Well counselor, I guess it’s time.” Trip said as he sat down in a chair opposite the Orion counselor. “You know, I got the all clear not to continue going to these monthly meetings. But I think it’s important for the crew to see that their captain is not above going to the counselor if it is needed. How can I expect them to trust me when I say they need to meet with you, if I myself run away from it.” Tilting her head she smiled, “Well ISN’T that thoughtful.” Sitting down in the chair opposite Trip behind her desk she began pulling up his file. As a precaution she’d done a deep dive into the ships senior staff and prepared for meeting with them. “Very gracious and forward thinking of you el-CapItan.” Giggling at her own stupidness she looked down at the padd and skimmed through the top level information. “Now then, I don’t think we’ve had a formal meeting, so where would you like to start?” Clearing her throat she glanced at the room temperature by the door, the room ran fairly colder than most of the rest of the ship. She had the ships filtering system cranked up to the max within the office due to her pheromones. The ship, as every ship Starfleet and the Federation commissioned already filtered out Orion pheromones automatically, but she always felt it best to take extra precaution within her office, since she could be in close proximity with her clients for hours when necessary. ~Will the commander tough it out or mention that it’s cold?~ “Well, before we begin anything I need to tell you how I work, Commander.” “I’d be a little concerned if you didn’t. After all this is a relationship built on trust.” “I may be a cheery presence around the ship, full of smiles and jokes but in this room you will find no one more serious than I. I take the mental well-being of every member of this crew extremely seriously. What does this mean for you? Well, if at any point I feel you are incapable of completing your duties, I will take the option provided to me within Starfleet regulations and relieve you of said duties. Understood?” “Well that was certainly to the point, yes understood.” “Secondly and I remind every colleague of this, once you walk in here for a session, rank and position stop at the door. Everyone gets treated equally.” “I would expect nothing less.” “Thirdly, I require utmost honesty. There’s really no point in lying to me, if you do, you’re just lying to yourself and I can’t help. And fourthly, do you prefer the seat you’re in, the comfy armchair” and she pointed to the chair “or the lounge seat” pointing to a large brown leather single seat at which clients could lie down on. “I’ll stay seated. I’m afraid if I laid down, I’d fall asleep in the middle of the session.” She nodded, “I expected as much. It’s a tough workload, launching a new ship.” smiling sincerely and sitting back in her office chair. “Now then Counselor, where would you like me to begin. As this is the first session, I’ll let you start off and ask whatever questions you need to know.” Taking a minute to weigh up the Commander, “You’re very… young.” it was a statement not a question. She let it linger in the air for a moment, “Normally I’d say start at the beginning. But your beginning is still happening, isn't it?” a high pitched laugh came from her parted lips. “You’ve packed an immense amount of work into a few years, tell me, how do you sleep?” “Next to my wife.” Trip said with a chuckle. “I make sure to schedule my day accordingly. I do my best to get six hours minimum a night. My family has been in Starfleet since Starfleet was founded as a branch of the Unified Earth Government back in the 22nd century. We pick up tricks over the years. And I was always an active kid, with one activity or another, playing a lot of sports growing up. You learn the importance of a good work, life balance, and the beauty of sleep. So if you ask me how I sleep. I sleep well. Sure sometimes it's hard to fall asleep because of the stress or anxiety. But I have a good support system in place, and I know I don’t have to do it all myself. I think that is key. I think that is the key that helps me sleep. Are you familiar with baseball, counselor?” Putting the padd down on the desk and taking a drink from a bottle sat on it, she nodded. “I’m aware of the sport. If not entirely aware of the rules.” ~Sports, it’s always sports.~ she thought to herself, a large smile staying on her face. “Baseball is a very individual sport, but it’s also an ultimate team sport. I played it in high school, love the thing. In it, there is the concept of a perfect game, in which the winning team gives up no hits, no walks, no errors, and no runs. And while the pitcher is a key component in achieving the perfect game, as they are the one throwing the ball, getting strikeouts, not walking batters, and hoping that the fielders are in place to get outs, he can’t do it on his own. He has to trust that the catcher is going to help him out, call the right pitches in the right situation. He has to trust his fielders will be in the right place to make plays, and not commit mistakes. And when all nine players on the field are in sync like that, working as one, then a perfect game is possible. I was a part of one my senior year of high school, as a catcher, and it was amazing. But running a department, or a fighter wing, or captaining a starship is much like that. Everyone has a role, and you trust that they are going to excel. So with that in mind, that’s how I know I can sleep. I surround myself with a strong team, that I trust completely, and with that trust, I know that I can sleep, because they will keep things running, allowing me to rest.” “Well isn’t that a lovely metaphor? You seem to have given it a great deal of thought. I can see why command thought you were ready for a command even at such a tenderly young age. How about you tell me about whatever happened in your life which meant you were required to attend Counselling previously?” “Well it’s in my file...but yes. My first love and one of my truest and closest friends, was a young Orion woman I met in high school by the name of Tamrae Linore, Rae as we called her. She was my Imzadi.” Trip then rolled up his sleeve a little, “I have her initials TL and the date of her death tattooed on my wrist. Right below it are the initials AJ and the date of my wedding for my wife. Remembering two very important women and moments in my life.” Trip paused. “She was killed in the incident on Earth in 2443, you know the one, the wave that decimated millions of lives in San Francisco. We were supposed to meet that day and were communicating telepathically. Just talking. I had just gotten over a bad break up, and Rae and I had dated in high school, I was gonna ask her if she wanted to get back together. We were talking and linked, and when she died, I felt everything, experienced everything from her death, as if it were happening to me. And well, in the aftermath, I began having panic attacks, reliving that moment as if it were fresh. I did not…. I did not handle it well at first and I was ordered to go to counseling to help get a handle on it, and I did. Finally, when finding hope, I was able to see the great wish she had for me when she died, that I find hope and live for both of us. The episodes began to become less frequent. Then I reconnected with Ash, we fell in love, and I have not had an episode in over a year.” Having looked specifically at the padd on her desk when the Commander had mentioned it was all in his file, she then returned her concentration to him when he started telling the story. Looking specifically at his face and body language as he spoke, she took several mental notes which she would write down later. ~Such a waste of life~ she thought as he spoke and took her through the story. “Understandable, Trip.. or would you prefer James?” “Trip is fine, James is my given name, but Trip has been my nickname since I was baby, and well it’s as much my name as James is. Plus people only call me James when I’m in trouble or they’re cross.” She nodded, “Such a tough thing for one to get over and yet you seem to have managed it with aplomb. How would the panic attacks manifest themselves?” “I would experience all the emotions. Like they’d all flood back. It would feel like I was dying, like she was dying all over again. So they would manifest itself as me feeling as if I was dying. Does that make sense?” “Of course, perfect sense, unfortunately… and since, have you ever lost anyone under your command?” “In different ways, yes. The first moment, though did not result in death, was an accident after a battle, in which the God of War, the support craft I was commanding the battle from exploded upon returning to Mars. There were no deaths, but one seriously wounded, Alexandra Petrova, was gravely injured and was sent to Earth to heal. A long road of recovery, I believe she is now stationed at Starbase Freedom. She and I were romantically involved when it happened. Then there was a sortie with some pirates, a few months back. We lost three fighters and six officers in the battle. The only lives lost under my direct command.” ~Where does his guilt manifest? Two women, both romantically involved with..~ “How did you deal with those deaths and injuries?” “Friends. Loved ones. I can’t do it without them. You rely on the people close to you to pick you up when you are down. My sister, my family, my wife, my best friend, my squad mates. Those I hold dearly. They picked me up every time. They weren’t going to let my guilt destroy me, they weren’t going to let me second guess my choices, they weren’t going to let me wallow in pity. They taught me how to honor their lives, honor their sacrifice, and live a life that would bring honor to them.” “Well you certainly seem to have the tools you need,” Jester said as she leaned forward putting her arms onto the desk. “Part of command is learning on how to deal with the death of those under your command. Isn’t that why the Kobayshi Maru exists? We learn how to best deal with the pressures of command, and for me, like the old baseball analogy, if I’m a pitcher, then I know to trust in my fielders, which are my friends, my family, and everyone who has become special in my life. And it’s why it is important to have counselors onboard.” She winked. “You know it. Though I’d argue the Kobayshi Maru teaches, or perhaps reminds us that no-win scenarios exist. However good your pitcher is, however good your fielding unit is, there will be games where your team does everything right and still gets trampled. Actually getting trampled is what tends to teach us how to deal with it. On the job learning as they say.” “Well I've got my ass kicked more times than I can count.” “Yes you have.” Jester agreed with a smile.. “Well I know everything I wanted to know, Trip. This is, as I like to say, your show. What do you want to talk about? Anything particularly keeping you awake for longer than you should be?” “Yes, it’s well, my sister for one and then another matter for two. Where do you want me to start?.” “I’m a fan of ascending, so start with one and go from there. Your sister.. Sienna, right?” “Yes Sienna, we are twins, and I worry about her. We’ve had issues of late, and I think we’ve worked them out, and I think we are in a better place, and I think she will be ok. But that’s the thing. She wasn’t ready to, well, be apart. Not as ready as I was, and that caused issues. Different ships, and I’m married now, and her girlfriend is my first officer but that is a separate issue. She wasn’t ready to go at my pace, but me, I was always more let life happen, roll with it. How was I not gonna marry Ash when I was certain she was the one. Rae may have been my imzadi, but Ash is my soulmate. So yeah, I think she will be ok. But I got a message from Luma’lenai, on the Illuminar, at 0300 this morning, waking me up. To send me a recording of Sy playing music. And well, you could tell in her voice, like she was going to be ok, but that she was still in mourning. So yeah, here is the thing. I worry about her, because I’m not there you know, and I don’t know what sort of support system she has there, what friends she has there. I don’t know how she will handle the stress, and I don’t want it to break her.” “That’s an awful lot of worry for someone you think can handle it?” “Well that’s why you’re here right?” Trip said with a chuckle. “Yeah, I can, in time. I have a secret weapon to deal with my worries. Her name is Ashlyn and she doesn’t put up with my bullshit.” Narrowing her eyes slightly, this was the first time they’d had some form of mis-communication, “I think we got our wires crossed. Do you think Sienna can handle it? We already know you have all these fantastic support measures. What does she have? Who does she have? Outside of the Illuminars counselor.” “Sorry, umm honestly I don’t know. I trust she can handle it, but I don’t know who is there. I don’t know who she is surrounded with. Sure, yeah, Carson ‘Mr. Perfect Smile’ Peters is there, and he is a good dude, but I don’t know if they’re close. Her captain is a Vulcan, would he even understand her pain? I don’t know. There is Luma, but Luma is still learning about us. So I honestly don’t know who her support network is, and that's why I am worried. Because it's hard to handle stress alone.” Nodding, “It seems to me that finding out who has your sisters back would go a long way to relieving you of some of the guilt you feel for abandoning her. You’re still on speaking terms yes?” “Yes, of course.” “Give her a call, from what I understand both ships are going to be local to each other for the next few weeks, in transit and around Bajor. You may well find she takes comfort just knowing that you're concerned and if she isn’t already, remind her that she could begin to build up a network around her that she can rely on.” Her tone was conversational and light. “I want to give her enough space to adjust, you know. If that makes sense. I want her to have some time to adjust and carve her own path, before her brother comes swooping in. Since going to Mars, the only real time apart we had work wise was when she went to Starbase Freedom to work on the Trill virus, and of course the shakedown cruise. Of course there was also her attempts to sort of get as far away from me as possible after I got married. This assignment is more permanent. I want to give her time to adjust and hit the ground running first.” “Very noble of you, she’s a big girl and a First Officer in her own right and you know her WAY better than I do.” she shrugged, “it sounds like she’s been taking steps to disengage from you for almost a year. She may be in a better place than you are for this separation.” Jester pointed out. “I don’t think she has been taking steps to disengage, I think it is more running away. But enough about that. I think she’ll be ok. But well you know, just needed to say it out loud.” He chuckled. “Funny how saying things aloud to a complete stranger can really help focus the mind, eh?” she winked “and how about this second thing you wanted to talk about?” “Masks.” he said, “Masks. Am I wearing one?” “Aren’t we all? I know I am. Which mask are you asking about specifically? The doting brother, the loving husband, the loyal son or the strong leader?” “The confident captain, hiding the 23 year old underneath.” “Ah. That one.” she said with a smile and a half laugh. “And that's why I’m here, Jester, and that is why I’ll keep coming here. Because at the end of the day I’m 23 years old, who isn’t as far removed from playing starship in his tree house as he would have hoped at this point is his career.” At that a burst of laughter flowed from her lips. “Well if it all goes down the plughole, at least you have the experience and memories of what you would have done in the treehouse to fall back on. As well as your home run hitting team all around you.” “But at a certain point, the mask will need to come off, and people will see that I’m just that 23 year old. And what is that 23 year old going to do. I was in essence in the right place at the right time, but I’m no one special. I’m just Trip. Not a great hero, not the next Pike, Kirk, Janeway or Picard. But the people in the know placed their trust in me, and I won't let them down. I just hope that they factored in that at some point, I’m gonna need to be a 23 year old, for my own sanity.” “Is that not what Holodecks were made for?” Jester said, “But yes, you’re absolutely right. You’re going to need downtime and on a regular basis. And just like leading the way with coming for a chat with me, the crew seeing you having downtime is going to be just as important. The people you lead need to know that it’s OK to let their hair down just as much as you actually need to.” “And remember that we are all young and new. It’s important for us to remember that we don’t need to bear all the burdens of Starfleet on our shoulders. We are just one ship, in what will hopefully soon be a much larger fleet. I just want people to know, that it is ok to recognize our own….for lack of a better term, humanity. If that makes sense.” “That sounds like the start.. Or possibly end to an inspiring speech.” she said, stretching slightly, “If I may make a suggestion?” “Yes, Jester.” “Find a way that allows your crew to see you as a 23 year old and soon. Those who think you’re too young, already think that and will have their mind changed as you prove yourself to them. Those that will follow you into hell and back deserve to know they’re allowed to have a little fun whilst they’re doing it. You know what I’d do?” she pointed to the canvas on the wall behind her, “I’d stick a picture of a penis up in your office and laugh about it. But that’s just me.” she said with a big grin on her face. “Well, I don’t think that is my artistic style.” He said with a laugh. “My wife was thinking about having some sort of event to celebrate the launch. Maybe a party, you know a come and go as you want, will be good for morale, but also show that hey, it’s ok to relax and be ourselves. Do you think that is a good idea?” “Perfection. I may even attend myself, sounds like a riot. But let’s not make it a one off, I’m sure Ashlyn can find multiple reasons to throw a party- I hear she’s a resourceful sort of woman.” “That she is.” Trip said with a sly smile, “That she is.” With a sigh Trip looked back at the counselor, “Now then, any other question?” “Answer me this and then, off you go, back to being Lieutenant Commander. How are you feeling about the launch and the upcoming mission?” “Well first off, while my rank is Lieutenant Commander, as the commanding officer of this vessel, the correct form address, regardless of rank, is captain.” Trip said smiling so she would know he was teasing. “As for the launch and the mission. I’m as excited as a teenager whose crush actually agreed to to go the school dance with them. So pretty dang stoked.” “Excellent. Go forward with that same enthusiasm and I’m happy to have you leading us. Unless you have anything else you’d wish to discuss, perhaps we can pick this up next week? I have a few actual patients to talk to.” She said as she began to stand up. “This has been… interesting to say the least… Captain.” She winked one last time and moved around the desk to walk him to the door. Trip got up and began walking towards the door. “And by the way Jester, you might want to turn up the temperature of your office a bit. Not everyone here likes the cold as much as you and I.” (Reply none) (Posted by Will Banowsky and Jono Bradley- Jestayre Lavorre) (USS Exeter - Bridge - Chief Tactical Officer Ensign Dareshaa - 1101) The science officer had reported her findings to the bridge and made her findings available. Dareshaa accessed the breakdown of the asteroid known as Segnus-71-339. With the analysis complete Dareshaa made adjustments to her weapon's system. Having time in this situation she ran a simulated test for the simulated test to make sure her changes were accurate. "Sir," the Chief Tactical Officer looked up from her board and looked at the current officer in charge. "Phasers are ready to vaporize the asteroid as to not break apart into smaller celestial objects. Ready for simulated fire when ordered sir." (Reply Ravok, any on bridge) (posted by Calvin Capps) (USS Exeter - Bridge - COO Lieutenant jg Ravok- 1102) "Sir," Phasers are ready to vaporize the asteroid as to not break apart into smaller celestial objects. Ready for simulated fire when ordered sir." Ensign Dareshaa said. Ravok looked at the view screen. " Fire" ( reply Dareshaa, if you want . Obviously it will hit. ) The target systems were dead on and the simulated shot was a success even at warp speeds. Ravok smiled at the holographic display in front of him and closed it. He stood up and looked at Erin , M'Rurrh, and turned back to Dareshaa " Well done , all of you. " ( reply if you want) He slapped his commbadge " Ensign Michaels, nicely done. Unfortunately we can't obtain samples at the present time. As I have not been given clearance to drop out of warp. But perhaps on our return trip we could collect the desired samples."he said as he nodded his head to Erin. ( reply adala) " Everyone resume normal operations, Ensign M'Rurrh, thank you for coming to the bridge of shift hours. You are dismissed at your convenience." ( reply M'Rurrh) Ravok sat back down in the command chair. ~ Well that was fun~ ( reply any on bridge) ( posted by Davis) (USS Exeter - Sickbay - Chief Tactical Officer Ensign Dareshaa - 1150) The first few hours of the first shift of the Exeter on its main voyage has been unexceptional which to the position of Chief Tactical Officer meant a good thing. Dareshaa received a message for her to report to sickbay at this time to complete her routine checkup. She calmly strolled into Sickbay and looked around. She waited for one of the medical personnel to greet her. (reply medical) "And hello to you. I am Dareshaa. I am here for my checkup." (reply medical) Dareshaa walked over to a bed and took a seat as instructed. "No, there is nothing new to report for my medical folder." (reply medical) (posted by Calvin Capps) (USS Exeter - Medical - CIO/ 3O, Lieutenant(jg) Jaelle Foxglove - 1301) There was few things that Jaelle hated more than going to medical. They always want to poke and prod and it always made Jaelle feel more like a science experiment. In fact the last few times she needed to be in a medical bay she was unconscious. She liked it better that way, but Trip had made a show on the bridge of ordering all the crew to get this done. She truly believed that comment was directed at her. 'As the shoe fits.' She thought as she entered the medical bay. She sighed. "Jaelle Foxglove reporting for my physical." She spoke catching hold of the first medical personnel she could find. (Reply Medical) (Posted by Matthew Locke) (USS Exeter - Medical - CIO/ 3O, / CMO Lieutenant(jg) Jaelle Foxglove / Ens Gabe Vesper 1303) As the woman introduced herself Gabe smiled once again, it was all he had been doing all day his mouth sore. "Dr Vesper, take a seat?" She sat on the offered biobed across from the Dr. it was clear in her posture that this was something she cared little about. Pulling the cart and tricorder to the bed he turned to auto pilot "any concerns, changes since your last medical?" "None changes since coming to mars." It was the short truth. Do to the signos thread mutation he health was normally above average, added to her training regime, and her diet ment that Jaelle was normally in the peak of health. Slightly taken back by the shortness and bluntness of the answer Gabe grinned inwards, it wasn't often he met someone as short as him "Well, this won't take long then. Any complaints, concerns, shortness of breath, dizziness?" "None in recent memory." She answered briefly. Knowing that once he checked her vitals and mental wave length helps bound to have questions. Looking at the scans Gabe froze “this cant be right” he looked at the womans file and then back to her “is there something you need to tell me Lt?” "It depends on the questions." She spoke slowly. “It would appear, in reality, that you shouldnt actually be alive.” Gabe sighed, he really didnt have the energy, patience or focus for this today, or any day. “Aside from the scars, any issues?” "I don't have physical scars, the emotional scars is a different story. But I have danced with death more than once." She spoke in a matter of fact fashion. "The last few years I've been more removed from the more hazardous forms of work I do." “Im not surprised, im not doing anything different. But I want a full evaluation of you after every away mission, physc and physical. Ill note it in the log and inform the Counselor. She nodded this was one of things she hated about physicals the Dr and Counselors always tried to control her life. Sometimes they did it meaning to help. Other times they did it in a attempt to dictate her life. But it wasn't far from what she expected either. "Is there anything else Doc.?" She asked. “Is there anypoint? Your body seems to regenerate itself, you have years a battle wounds but yet nothing to show for them. Just make the appointment with the counsellor.” The day had gotten to Gabe. "I will be by there before the end of the day. The quicker I can get this done the better." “Wait” the womans tone had suddenly annoyed Gabe “This is not about getting things done quickly, this is not about me making your life unbearable, this is about me looking after you emotionally and physically. Your whole demeanour is dismissive towards medicine, as if im a hurdle to you enjoying your life. I could order you to remain in Sickbay until someone is free to see you, I could relieve you of duty and confine you to quarters until I’m happy you fully understand the situation, but i wont! Please dont take this as a weakness on my part, but more an understanding that we all have a job to do.” Gabe stood his height “Lt Foxglove, you are hereby ordered to attend a physiological assessment with Ensign Lavorre at her earliest convenience. You will attend a medical assessment each time you arrive back on the ship from an away mission and you will attend a physc evaluation each time. I dont care if you enjoy it, like it or suffer it; this is for your own good and protection. Your body will eventually stop, its my job to make it last longer. Is that clear?” Gabes heart was pounding, he knew the irony of an Ensign ordering anyone to do anything, least of all the third officer, but after having spend the day looking at people who seemed to enjoy hurting themselves he knew he needed to make a point. She stood off the biobed and even though she was shorter her presence filled the room. Her eyes blazed. "Before you make presumptions at my expense. As I said I will see the counselor and I will do what is needed to remain an active member of this ship. But for the better part of my life Dr's and phycologist have used me sate their desire to fulfill their scientific curiosity. I have my reasons to distrust people. Most of all anyone who looks at me like a science experiment gone wrong." There were few doctors that had broken into Jaelle's inner circle of people she trusted. However ever since after her final mission before leaving the Federation. She was given more than ample reason to close that door even more tightly. “Lt, I have no desire, need nor want for you to fulfill my scientific curiosity, so i ask you extend me the same position that you are asking and not make presumptions as to my tone. I dont care if you dont trust me; because all i know is ive taken an oath to protect the crew, look after them, do no harm to them and make sure they live long and enjoyable lifes. I dont need you to trust me when youre on that biobed dying, because im sworn to treat you regardless.” Gabe pinched his nose ridges “I may come across hard, but at the end of the day I have a job to do and that is to keep you well enough to do yours." Gabe picked up the PADD and looked at it trying to calm down. As the Dr. calmed so did she. Jaelle realized she was slightly more hard with the Dr. than she needed to be Looking at the woman Gabe couldn't help himself “Unless there is anything else?” ~I believe you have a meeting with the counsellor~ Gabe finished in his head. She was already set to see the counselor and would on that way shortly. She calmed and sighed. "I understand you have a job to do. Plenty of doctors have been there to save my life, few I even called friends. But knew doctors I have been will always be wary." “Time will tell, sir,” "Now while I'm sure I've given you more questions than answers I need to head over to the Counselor's office." She said in measured polite tones. Tilting her head. "We are done here, right." “Absolutely!” Gabe was blunt but knew he needed to hold the act until the woman had left. She left walking just as easily as she came in. The Dr.s order's in the end were basically common sense and were in fact a large standard practice for someone of her background. All in all it went as expected. (reply one) (Posted by Mat and Matthew) (USS Exeter - Sickbay - CSO Lt JG Erin Cortez – 1350) Walking into sickbay, Erin took a deep breath. It was strange being in a medical setting and not having Ailynn there. She was so incredibly proud of her friend, her good friend, her sister that she knew she had made the right move, even if she didn't herself. But still, the feeling that she had to go over her medical history all over again was not sitting well with her. But, needs must and, especially as it was Captain's orders, Erin held her head high and looked around her for the Doctor. (Reply any Medical) (Posted by Jackie) (USS Exeter - Sickbay - ACMO ENS Kasian Poldan – 1352) Kasian looked up from his work his badd of appointments. “Lt Cortez I assume” He said (reply Cortez IYW) “I was looking over your medical records and this should be pretty fast honestly.” Kasian thought for a moment as his head cleared he blinked a few times. “Sorry I must of forgotten my manors. Dr Kasian Poldan, but my friends call me Kaz not sure I have many of those around here anymore.” He said has he pointed to the bio bed. (reply Cortez) Kaz hadn’t really felt at home since returning to starfleet he almost refused to spend any free time outside of his room. The friends he made before the mission to Trill that left him behind in everything seemed to have moved up and he wasn’t sure if they were friends or just superiors. He had just been treating them as superiors because that in his mind was the most respectful thing to do. Kaz flipped open his tricorder “So anything I need to know?” he asked as he started his scan. (reply Cortez) (posted by Richard) (USS Exeter - Sickbay - CSO Lt JG Erin Cortez – 1354) “Lt Cortez I assume” "That's me." “I was looking over your medical records and this should be pretty fast honestly. Sorry I must of forgotten my manors. Dr Kasian Poldan, but my friends call me Kaz not sure I have many of those around here anymore.” Erin sat on the edge of the bio bed and nodded, "I can understand what you mean." She sighed. "So anything I need to know?” the doctor asked. Raising an eyebrow, Erin said, "You've been away for a while haven't you?" (Reply poldan) Taking a breath, Erin nodded, "Well, let's see. There's my shoulder. Never fully healed from an injury given to me by an ex. There's the fact that last year I had to have major brain surgery to remove a date crystal that housed the consciousness of a megalomaniac cardassian scientist. Healed well but get tired sometimes." (Reply poldan) (Reply poldan) (posted by Jackie) (USS Exeter - Sickbay - ACMO Ens Kasian Poldan –1356) "You've been away for a while haven't you?" Kaz looked at the woman “yes I had to stay back on trill after the first mission. I’ve only been back a short time.” "Well, let's see. There's my shoulder. Never fully healed from an injury given to me by an ex. There's the fact that last year I had to have major brain surgery to remove a date crystal that housed the consciousness of a megalomaniac cardassian scientist. Healed well but get tired sometimes." Kasian listened to the Lieutenant as she detailed her medical history. He finished his scan quickly closing the tricorder “how tired?” He asked knowing some slight fatigue in their job was normal. (Reply Cortez) “Everything seems to check out pretty fine. I don’t see anything that would prevent you from doing your job.” Kaz smile as he set the tricorder down “If you feel tired more often than normal you should stop by and let me know and we will look into that more of it becomes a problem.” (Reply Cortez room for more IYW) (posted by Richard) (USS Exeter - Sickbay - CSO Lt JG Erin Cortez –1358) “How tired?” He asked. "Nit so tired I fall asleep. It's more exhaustion. If I don't rest, eat then I flag, get tired and crabby." “Everything seems to check out pretty fine. I don’t see anything that would prevent you from doing your job.If you feel tired more often than normal you should stop by and let me know and we will look into that more of it becomes a problem.” Nodding, Erin stretched slightly, "Doctir, can I ask something?" (Reply Poldan) "I wake up at night. Doesn't sound like much I know but every night for the last few months, I wake up. Around 3am to 4...," (Reply Poldan) "I know why, I just would like a good nights sleep." (Reply Poldan) (Posted by Jackie) (USS Exeter - Sickbay – Assistant CScio / CMO - Ensign SG – AdalanMichaels / Ens Gabe Vesper - 14:50) As much as Adala hated physicals, due to all the questions which popped up about her various bumps and bruises, and she hated repeating herself. It wasn’t her fault she enjoyed pushing her limits and often they came back to haunt her in the form of broken bones or torn muscles. When she was on Earth she’d taken a fall while doing some climbing and had caused herself another injury. Luckily it was fixable but she knew the ships CMO would have more questions for her. While she was careful, free climbing and spelunking had its dangers. She stepped into sickbay and looked around for the nearest crewmember, to let them know she was there for her physical. Looking up Gabe saw the nervous woman walk into the room, as the nurse showed her to the bio bed he stood and walked out of his office. “Ensign Michaels, how are you?” Gabe said trying again to smile “Hi Doc. I’m fine, just reporting as ordered for my physical.” “No need to be nervous, take a seat on the bed and i’ll start. Any concerns, dizziness, headaches, anything changes in the last 14months since your last medical?” She shook her head. “Not nervous.Just hate doctors” She handed him the Padd she had with her. “This is the latest information from the doctor I saw before I came on board.” She let out a sigh of frustration knowing she was going to get it from him. She still showed bruises from the fall she’d taken. “Nothing important really. Fell during a climbing exercise, noting major.” Gabe listened as he opened the tricorder and started scanning She waited for the ax to fall, he wasn’t the first or the last doctor who would give her hell for her climbing and what it did to her. “Well, if ihelps, im not the biggest fan of the Doctors either. However, I am a fan of extreme sports. But that isnt going to excuse you from a telling off...your duty is first to yourself and then to your department and your crewmates; you cant do any of that almost killing yourself rock climbing.” Gabe turned to look at the console at the end of the bed “You have a lot of old breaks, doesnt look like anything new, how are you finding standing for long periods of time?” Adala laughed “Might have to invite you on one of my trips.” She shook her head. “I’m fine with standing, walking. I spend a lot of time on my feet. Part of the job.” she frowned. “Don’t ask me to stop, I am careful, just sometimes the rocks don’t cooperate.” “You might, but it would be in the holodeck with the safeties on for the time being. Thats an order im afraid. Your tibia and ankles are showing signs they may soon be irreparable, you have to take things easy. This will go on your record and failure to comply means i’ll have to pull you from away team duties.” Gabe gave his best stern look knowing it wasnt going to do anything. Adala pouted, but knew that he was being honest with her. She knew she'd pushed herself extra hard while on Earth. Tested her limits, and lost. "Yes Sir. I understand." she'd comply, only because of her new duties. She'd made a promise to Erin and would keep it. “Dont need to be down, its not forever. Let your body heal and we can slowly introduce you back to working without safeties. I would like to see you weekly with Nurse McDonald for some physio, see if we cant build up that muscle tone a little.” “Yes Sir.” While she knew it was for her own good, she felt grounded. She loved pushing herself, testing her limits and having to use the safeties on full only made her feel like she was in the kiddie pool all over again. “Good, now you can drop the sir. I would like to see your style actually, you plan on going climbing anytime soon?” She laughed. “Was planning on a trip to the holodeck after my shift. I haven’t set up my programs, haven’t had time since coming on board. I have my own programs I run.” She shrugged. “It probably would be best if I used one of my beginner programs for a while.” “Absolutly not, just because you cant use the programme without its safeties doesnt me you cant use it at all. Infact, the hard the workout the harder youre using your muscles. If youre used to a strong workout reducing that now would only hinder things.” “I understand.” She knew she was pushing buttons she probably shouldn’t push. He hadn’t said she couldn’t climb. “I’ll let you know when I am off shift and if you’re free I would love for you to join me. So you can see what I do on a regular basis.” “Good, youre cleared for duty, please dont make me programme the holodeck to make you work with the safeties on.” “Thanks Doc, I’ll behave. I promise.” she meant it too, she wanted to be able to push her limits again but knew for now she couldn’t. “Ill see you later then” Gabe turned to allow the woman to sort herself, he returned to his office to review more notes. (Reply None) (Posted by KJ and Mat) (USS Exeter, COUNS Office - CSO, Lt Erin Cortez & COUNS, Ens(sg) Jestayre “Jester” Lavorre - 16:00) Walking into the counselling office, Erin had a mix of feelings. This was where she had started her Starfleet career and this was one of the reasons she had stopped and changed specialism. A sense of familiarity but a sense of nervousness. Having spent a large proportion of the last year in and out of offices like this, in a way, this was the one place that she did not want to be Laying on the brown leather chair with her eyes closed and singing to music that was playing loudly Jester was living her best life. Thinking about perhaps ordering some ice cream sundaes and ratcheting the fun up when the door buzzer sounded and she jumped out of the chair, just in time to see the Chief Science Officer standing in her doorway looking like she wasn’t sure she wanted to be here. “Computer turn music off.” she said as she waved to the ex-Counsellor from across the large room and began making her way to the desk. “What can I do for you Miss Cortez?” Looking at the woman, Erin stood in the doorway, "Evaluation. Used to hate doing these so, let's get it over with." Erins negativity washed over Jester, determined to not allow it to temper her feelings towards her she shook her head as she sat down and held her hand out as if to gesture towards the seat opposite. “Get over with?! This is an exciting opportunity to meet a new person.” Smiling and waving her arms around she sat down, “these are my favourite sessions, I’m curious, what do you find so reprehensible about them?” Sitting down, Erin sighed, "Not reprehensible per se… just… I've been through enough counselling sessions in the last year that I don't really care for it as much as I did." “Ah but that is now over! You’re not here as a mandated session. You’re here for a friendly chat.” Jester pointed out. "I used to be like you, enthralled by the prospect of helping people. I realise now that that wasn't helping me. Someone told me.. well several people told me that I needed to deal with what had happened to me before I could even attempt to help people." “A few very WISE people. I’ve always found it harder to realise my own problems, but usually I see them reflected at me by my own patients. Helping them, helps me in a roundabout way. ANYWAY, Chief of Science that’s a hell of a switch-up? Tell me about it” Smiling, Erin began, "An old friend.. one of my academy tutors actually said that I should have been in Science. .." Her mind wandered back… (Flashback) Waking up, Erin's body was dripping in sweat as she sat, bolt upright in her bed. Looking over at the chronometer, she groaned. "Damn it. 3am again." Getting out of the bed, she pulled in a big, cosy dressing gown and walked slowly outside, into the garden at Starfleet medical. Smiling, she saw the older man sat in the usual spot. Sitting next to him, she sighed, "Can't sleep either?" Peter nodded, "Something about this time of the morning. I just… see those poor guys I lost." Erin nodded, "me… I see him, Dulon…. Everytime. It's the hour of the wolf." Peter raised an eyebrow and looked at her, "What?" "My father told me about it. It's the time between three and four in the morning. You can't sleep, and all you can see is the troubles and the problems and the ways that your life should've gone but didn't. All you can hear is the sound of your own heart. I've been living in the hour of the wolf for seven days, Peter. Seven days. The wolf and I are now on a first-name basis." "Then maybe it's trying to tell you something. You need a change." (End flashback) “Hmm” Jester made a sound as Erin came to the end of her story. “and you decided to make the change after what happened on Earth or once el-Capitan approached you for the role?” "It was my tutor, Lieutenant Commander Hough, who first suggested it. He then must have told Admiral Krane about me… because next thing I know I get summoned to meet with the head of Starfleet science." “Intriguing. You clearly made some waves at Headquarters then. What fun! So.. to the evaluation portion of the meeting. As an ex-counsellor, how about you tell me the things you would want to know about you as your counsellor?” Jester was grinning. It wasn’t often she got to speak with someone who once was a Counsellor and now wasn’t. "Wow, straight in with the heavy hits!" Erin replied and then sighed. "If I were in your shoes, I'd want to know what drives the person, what they regret and how they are now. " “Do tell.” she replied quickly, now drinking from a straw. "You want me to tell you what I regret or what drives me now?" “You’d want to know both right? So take your time, take me through it. I’ve got all day.” she bit her tongue and leant back on the chair. "Wow… that could take all day." Erin replied with a sigh. "What drives me now? I've finally found my place in the world. I have friends that support me, a job I love and I finally feel like I am in a good place in my life…" she stopped, looking down a little. “That’s excellent news, what a fantastic response. It’s almost as if you know what answers I’d be looking for!”7 she let out a little laugh, “and your main regret?” "It's hard to pick just one." She replied with a sad smile. “I’m sure you don’t have that many regrets Erin. Tell you what, what’s the main thing that comes to the forefront of your mind when I asked you the question?” ~There are many regrets. ~ she thought to herself. "Running away." She replied. Quietly. “From?” "From Mars, From what I did…. From Billy." “Billy?” "We were seeing each other when this whole Dulon episode happened. I shut down, went back to earth, to Starfleet medical to get help and didn't tell him. Just left. I had to because I wasn't in a good place. It wasn't the right thing to do. We're friends now. We were too young for each other. But I hurt him. That stings and it will for a long time." “You love...d him?” she asked, looking a little sad. "I don't know. He's a good man. I just think that we weren't in the right place, either of us. I mean, I just had a megalomaniac cardassian scientist in my head. I had a past that came back to bite me on the ass." “And that past is the ex-boyfriend? The one that got decked on International TV?” "You saw that?" “I think everyone saw it. It was everywhere. Viral. Must have been pretty satisfying to have seen right?” "I didn't see it until recently. Avoided it. The amount of people that tried to ask me about him was… overwhelming. " “You didn’t see it atall? Even before it aired? I’m shocked they’d even be allowed to air something like that without checking in first?” "They checked and I just said yes. To be fair, I had just visited him in prison. Lay the ghosts of my past to sleep so to speak. So, did I want to watch it, no. But, through all the counselling I had at Starfleet this past year, I had to. To finally put that part of my life behind me." “Well that is absolutely superb news. Cracking. Good to hear. Evaluation over. You seem like an incredibly stable scientist” she winked. “Is there anything you’d actually like to talk about whilst you’re here?” she leaned forward and put her head on her hands and waited. Smiling, Erin leant back in the chair. "There was one thing. If you don't mind." “Please, whenever you’re comfortable.” Taking another slurp of drink through her straw. "I… find myself waking up at the same time every night. Somewhere around 3am. No rhyme or reason." “Every night? It seems like you’ve got your mind on something. Anything in particular has been bothering you?” "Not so much bothering me, gotten quite used to it now. Freyr and I are on quite good terms. She wakes me, We talk for a few minutes and then I go back to sleep. " “Freyr?” Jester asked curiously, ~Imaginary friend?~ "Sorry, I should explain. My father is a wise man. He told me that there's a time of the night called the hour of the wolf. Been seeing that time for a year now so I gave my wolf a name. " “And does Freyr talk back?” "I'm not crazy if that's what you mean. She's more of a spirit animal. You must know native American beliefs?" “Very little, I’m afraid. That may be my research once you’ve gone. As you’re aware every planet, culture or society tends to have their own variations on belief systems. I wasn’t aware you had a Native American background? How does it make you feel having this… spirit animal waking you up at 3 every morning?” "It's strange. It's comforting. It's a long story that is actually very boring. But I am perfectly sane." “I’m sure.” Jester smiled. “Well I am content for now Erin. However I will be keeping an eye and if I think these 3am wake-up calls are affecting you negatively you know I’ll be sending you to medical for a sleeping aid?” Smiling, Erin nodded. "It's fine but I appreciate it. The concern. Perhaps one day, we can talk more about it, as friends rather than counsellor and patient?" “I would like that a GREAT deal.” Jester said, almost bouncing in her seat. “I’ll be taking you up on that very soon. Believe me!” (Reply none) (Posted by Jaclyn Smith & Jono Bradley - Jester Lavorre) (USS Exeter - Deck 7 - Sickbay - CMO Ens Gabe Vesper & COO Lieutenant jg.Ravok -1611) Ravok wasted no time as soon as his shift was over he headed straight for his assessment as ordered. He entered sickbay and addressed the first medical team member he saw. " Hello I am Lieutenant Ravok, I am here under the orders of the captain, for my medical assessment." "Ah, the floodgates open. Dr Vesper, CMO, take a seat" he pointed to the nearest bed. He held up a PADD containing his medical history. " I am sure you have this already but just in case there is anything missing, I've come prepared." Ravok stated as he walked over to the nearest bed and took a seat as directed. Gabe took the PADD "well at least you're here." Putting the PADD down he picked up the tricorder "How are you feeling, any concerns?" He asked scanning the Romulan. Ravok shook his head " No concerns at all Doctor, I feel good, just a little anxious. " He replied. "Please, call me Gabe." He said once again trying to make the effort. "Well, anxiousness is to be expected although, it's not often a Romulan would admit it. Chief of Operations am I right?" Gabe tried to make the man feel at ease, his own uneasiness at being social shining through. Ravok laughed. " I assure you Doctor, I am unlike most Romulans, I strive to show a better side of our nature, and yes I am Chief operations officer. I am only anxious because…." He paused. " I'm afraid of Doctors" Gabe stifled a laugh "sorry, why?" He took in a deep breath." When I was 8 years old I was in a shuttle accident. My body slammed against the roof and I became lodged in the wreckage. The Doctors who saved me were Vulcan and although they did a great job ,their bedside manner leaves much to be desired. So I chalk it up to a bad medical experience. Plus I get nervous but I have had tons of physicals in my life." "Well, unfortunately I cant change the past. If it sets your mind at ease this is more of a quick once over than anything else. Infact, were done. I would say though, have you considered talking to the counsellor?" Gabe asked making his way back to the main console and checking the details over. Ravok stood up " Yes I had a counselor on mars ,but I was ordered to go. My father was killed and my commanding officer thought it was best I sought help, I have since been cleared." He said as he watched the doctor. "My door is always open, whilst I've been told about my bedside manner from the EMH, if you need anything please ask. Keep an eye on the anxiety levels though Lt, if you feel them rising pop in." " Will do Doctor, thank you" Gabe finished the report picking up the PADD he walked back to the officer "You're cleared for duty, although next time come before we hit space travel." He nodded his head Dr. Vesper. " I will definitely mend my ways, Doctor." Ravok said with a smile. " Oh, and if the EMH decides to talk unfavorable of your bedside manner please advise them that there is a Romulan officer on board who will gladly readjust their personality subroutines." He said jokingly. "I'll be sure to mention it. Remember, door is open." Ravok nodded his head. " Thanks again Doctor" he said as we walked out of sickbay. ~ That wasn't bad at all. You big wimp~ ( reply none) ( posted by Mat H. and Rob Davis) (USS Exeter – Sickbay – CFO– Lieutenant – Ire Williams- 1650) Ire had gotten off shift and had been told to report to sickbay. So here he was standing in sickbay waiting for his medical. He watched the staff in sickbay working in a quiet controlled manner as he sat. He though about his first day as the chief pilot of the Exeter. Being in charge of a whole department which had its similarities as being in charge of the squadron but was still new and different. Then there was actually flying the Exeter which was so different then the sims and the trials. He was glad that he had not run into something or damage the ship. He pulled his mind back to the present as someone moved towards him. (Reply Medical) (Posted by Robbie) (USS Exeter - Sickbay – CMO - Ens Gabe Vesper/ Lieutenant Ire Williams - 16:51) “Lt Williams, Im Doctor Vesper assuming youre here for your medical, shall we get it underway?” “Yes Doctor.” “Just take a seat on the bio bed and I’ll get things started. I know its loud in here but if you could concentrate on me we can get this done and you back to your own time.” Gabe followed what had now become a standard process, he pulled the med tray to the bed, accessed the files he needed and started scanning the man. “Any concerns, issues, any major changes in the last 14 months since your last medical?” Ire shook his head. “No not really. I do not have any issues since my last medical “You have a data port?” Gabe went round to focus the scan “has there ever been any inflammation? I’ve only ever heard of these, is it not uncomfortable?” Ire’s hand drifted up to touch his data port. “Yes Doctor. I have had it for a very long time. There was inflammation when it was first put in but not for many years. It was a bit strange at first but now I hardly notice it.” “Hmmm” Gabe said looking at the scans. “It might be worth keeping an eye on this, looks like the neural interface is starting to degrade, nothing too serious but, I would probably speak to engineering if the need arises.” Ire sighed and then nodded. “Okay doctor I will keep an eye on it and if I have any problems I will come back to you and also go to engineering.” “Other than that, you're cleared for duty.” Ire sat up from the bio-bed and swung his legs over the edge. “Thank you Doctor.” “Cant ground the chief flight officer without good reason can I? Keep thinking about that port though.” He stood up from the bio-bed and looked at Vesper. “It's been there for a long time and has not caused me any problems yet. But you are right I will go and get it checked out if it affects my ability to work.” He paused for a moment. “If you want me to come back for regular check ups then that’s not a problem?” “Once a month for now” Gabe said making a note on the PADD “Okay Doctor.” Ire nodded. “Thank you for the medical.” (Reply any) (Posted by Mat and Robbie) (USS Exeter - Counselor Office - CIO/ 3O, Lieutenant(jg) Jaelle Foxglove - 1801) Jaelle figured it was best just to hurry up and get all the unpleasant task done and out of her way. Earlier the ships counselor sent out an call for all the senior staff. So here Jaelle was standing before the door of the counselor's office. She pressed the padd to announce her before entering. (Reply Lavorre) The the doors opened and Jaelle entered. "Hello, I understand you wanted to see the senior staff. I'm Lieutenant Jaelle Foxglove Intelligence Chief and third officer of the Exeter." (Reply Lavorre) (Posted by Matthew Locke) (USS Exeter - Counselor Office - COUNS, Ens(sg) Jester Lavorre - 1802) Sat in her spinny chair, spinning around and around and around and around when the bell to the door chimed. Knowing it would open mere seconds later, she scrambled to half the chair and stand up. As she did however, she immediately fell back down dizzy and unaware of the space around her. "I'm sorrrrry." she said to the Officer which had nodoubt walked into her office by now. "I don't think I was expecting anyone. How can I help?" she righted herself and managed to stand up this time. "Hello, I understand you wanted to see the senior staff. I'm Lieutenant Jaelle Foxglove Intelligence Chief and third officer of the Exeter." Cocking her head somewhat and taking the young looking woman in, she smiled and with open arms exclaimed. "WELCOME! Oh how I HAVE been looking forward to meeting you Jaelle. Please. Please, come in and sit down!" (Reply Jaelle) "You have such a lovely face. All the better for trapping people before you murder them horribly eh?" she winked. (Reply Jaelle) "Third Officer- an odd position for one in such a position as yours. How do you maintain the subterfuge and secrecy. I imagine it much more difficult, or perhaps its easier now? Easier to wipe things off the table, so to speak with a higher clearance." (Reply Jaelle) "I JEST. Of course. I've had Intelligence officers from both Starfleet and Orion as clients before. You folk amuse me greatly and tend to have such amazing stories to tell. As I mentioned to our intrepid Captain earlier, rank and position stays outside of my office, I have no care if your the Chief of Starfleet themselves, everyone gets treated exactly the same and everything said within these walls is privy to only me and me alone. SO, with that, what would you like to discuss?" (Reply Jaelle) (Posted by Jono Bradley - Jestayre Lavorre) (USS Exeter - Counselor Office - CIO/ 3O Lieutenant (jg) Jaelle Foxglove - 1805) Cocking her head somewhat and taking the young looking woman in, she smiled and with open arms exclaimed. "WELCOME! Oh how I HAVE been looking forward to meeting you Jaelle. Please. Please, come in and sit down!" "I'm afraid to ask why." She spoke as she was waved in and offered a chair. "You have such a lovely face. All the better for trapping people before you murder them horribly eh?" she winked. "From my experience people tend to be more loose lipped when around a pretty face. I believe its been said that to learn the secrets of Paris first learn its brothels." She sighed as the Orion female seemed overly enthusiastic at Jaelle's sudden appearance. "Third Officer- an odd position for one in such a position as yours. How do you maintain the subterfuge and secrecy. I imagine it much more difficult, or perhaps its easier now? Easier to wipe things off the table, so to speak with a higher clearance." Now Jaelle cocked her head. "Do you truly believe I worry about clearance." "I JEST. Of course. I've had Intelligence officers from both Starfleet and Orion as clients before. You folk amuse me greatly and tend to have such amazing stories to tell. As I mentioned to our intrepid Captain earlier, rank and position stays outside of my office, I have no care if your the Chief of Starfleet themselves, everyone gets treated exactly the same and everything said within these walls is privy to only me and me alone. SO, with that, what would you like to discuss?" "What would you like to discuss Im sure you have questions, I know you've read my file or as much as you can now you want me to fill in the blanks left by black ink." Jaelle smiled mischievously. (Reply Jester) (Posted by Matthew Locke) (USS Exeter - Counselor Office - COUNS, Ens(sg) Jestayre "Jester" Lavorre - 1807) "What would you like to discuss Im sure you have questions, I know you've read my file or as much as you can now you want me to fill in the blanks left by black ink." Jaelle smiled. Whether it was a genuine smile or one of worry Jester couldn't wait to find out. "YOU are an intriguing one. Truly. It's rare in my line of work, to meet a woman which has been through so much, yet still seems to hold it together as well as you do. I'd love to know the Secret. Or perhaps I wouldn't, I'd be out of a job afterall if everyone was so calm and collected." She let the room fall into silence for a moment. Her eye's darting around the room, but keeping a close eye on Jaelle using her peripheral vision. "Is your hair naturally that colour or do you colour it?" bursting the bubble of silence with the first question that popped into her mind. (Reply Jaelle) (Posted by Jono Bradley - Jester Lavorre) (USS Exeter - Counselor Office - CIO/ 3O, Lieutenant(jg) Jaelle Foxglove - 1811) She let the room fall into silence for a moment. Her eye's darting around the room, but keeping a close eye on Jaelle using her peripheral vision. "Is your hair naturally that colour or do you colour it?" bursting the bubble of silence with the first question that popped into her mind. "No its not my normal color, I don't color it, it was genetically modified to this color." She eyed the counselor she was dancing around issues looking for Jaelle to give up more information than she wanted. It was a game start with easy questions of little to no consequence establish a dialog and slowly transition into the crux of an issue and what she wanted to know. "Now, its my turn to ask a question." Jaelle stated watch I ng the Orion female seemingly wonder around the room. "What do you act so erratic?" (Reply Jester) (Posted by Matthew Locke) (USS Exeter - Counselor Office - COUNS, Ens(SG) Jestayre “Jester” Lavorre - 1812) Pondering the question for a moment, Jester gave the Intelligence Officers smile. “It is the way I am. It is how I was brought up and it is what brings me the most happiness. If I cannot be who I long to be then what is the point?” (Reply Jaelle) Eyeing Jaelle and smiling, the leaned forward and placed the padd that was in her hand on the table and then relaxed back into a more comfortable position “I like this game- it’s my question this time. What makes you happy Jaelle Foxglove?” (Reply Jaelle) (Posted by Jono Bradley - Jestayre Lavorre) (USS Exeter - Counselor Office - CIO/ 3O, Lieutenant(jg) Jaelle Foxglove - 1814) Pondering the question for a moment, Jester gave the Intelligence Officers smile. “It is the way I am. It is how I was brought up and it is what brings me the most happiness. If I cannot be who I long to be then what is the point?” Jaelle nodded, turning her head to glance around the office. the question was a double edge sword, did the counselor know enough of her past to know she was not brought up normally. That Jaelle could not be who she longed to be." Eyeing Jaelle and smiling, the leaned forward and placed the padd that was in her hand on the table and then relaxed back into a more comfortable position “I like this game- it’s my question this time. What makes you happy Jaelle Foxglove?” Returning her gaze sharply to the Counselor. "Ice cream." She answered more sharply than she ment to. As images of her friends, laughing, Billy came to her mind. Now let me ask you this. "What do you think my greatest secret is?" (Reply Jester) (Posted by Matthew Locke) (USS Exeter - Counselor Office - COUNS, Ens(sg) Jestayre "Jester" Lavorre - 1815) Returning her gaze sharply to the Counselor. "Ice cream." The answer came out very quickly and somewhat sharply. A trained mind, someone who knew how to resist interrogation and came out with words or phrases which sounded right, were probably related to what they were thinking about but not the whole answer. Now let me ask you this. "What do you think my greatest secret is?" Putting her hands together she took a moment to pretend to look Jaelle up and down, "I'm not a mind reader you know." she said with a half smile, "I'd hesitate to say you expect your biggest secret to be something horribly dark that you've done in your past." there was a pause, "but I imagine your "greatest" making air quotes with her fingers, "is that beneath it all you're looking for acceptance and a family of people that you can rely on. Something perhaps you can find on this ship, that you wouldn't have been able to if you took a position at SFI HQ." (Reply Jaelle) (Posted by Jono Bradley - Jester Lavorre) (USS Exeter - Nine and Dine - SPC Ensign Greta Smith & Lt JG Keira Marek - 1901) Sitting in the Nine and dine at a table, Greta poured herself a drink and took a sip. The ring on her finger glinted in the light of the bar and a smile crept over her face. ~still can't really understand how this happened. Ire could have his pick of the women on the ship and he chose me.~ she thought to herself as she smiled to herself. Keira saw Greta on entering the establishment. She seemed lost in thought about something. Admittedly she was later than the agreed upon time, but some things couldn't be helped when you're using a controlled explosion to generate energy to warp space as a means of propulsion. Keira was carrying a small parcel wrapped in plain brown paper, folded neatly and secured with twine. ~She's smiling quite a bit more than usual, I wonder what's up.~ "Took your time. How are you?" "Sorry about that. Some things can't be rushed. It is bad form to have someone meet you and show up late." She apologized as she sat across from her friend. "Not too bad, Ravok and I have settled into our quarters. It's nice having someone to come home to. Yourself?" "Been busy. Making the switch from pilot to tactical has been interesting. How are you finding engineering?" "It's great. Everything is running well. There's a few systems we haven't switched on yet. I'm hoping to get the chance to use some of them soon." "Sounds like you are having fun" "Ah, yeah." She said placing the parcel on the table. "For you." She slid the package across the table to rest in front of Greta. Looking at her, Greta raised an eyebrow, "what….. why?" Inside the wrapping paper was a very dark stained wood box. Opening it revealed a Sgian-dubh, a traditional Scottish single edged knife. The blade was covered in a dark on light wave pattern. The handle was stag-horn capped on the end with an embossed silver emblem USS Exeter. Speechless, Greta swallowed slightly as she turned the gift over in her hands, both because her mouth was dry and to allow herself time to finds words, "Keira…. This is…. Stunning. " "The blade is pattern welded with two different types of steel made from Martian ores. The handle, unfortunately is replicated. With my schedule I didn't have time to go hunting." "You needn't have gone to all this trouble. When… no wait… why did you…?" "Well it all started over a year ago, I made a knife for my soon to be boyfriend. I thought, maybe all the pilots would like one. I ended up becoming friends with all the pliots through the year, so it seemed like a natural gift to give. Can't have you all stranded on a planet with exotic radiation making your phaser not work leaving you defenseless." She explained. "True…" Greta replied smiling, "...but I'm no longer a pilot." "They didn't take your licence away from you, and it took me a while to make them, in my spare time." She said shrugging. "You seemed lost in thought when I came in. I know it wasn't the knife. Care to share? If not that is okay, I'm not one to lecture on keeping a private life." She said. "I was… I have something to tell you." She replied, "I'd like to think we are friends even if you did almost knock me out jumping for the bouquet at Trip's wedding. " Keira thought back about that evening, and stiff-arming one young woman, in what she was told was a physical competition, she found out later what for. "It was only a hip check, at least you didn't get a palm shoved in your face like that poor Bolian girl." "First, I have a question. " "Anything." Keira said indicating her willingness to respond. "We're friends, right? So… what would you say if I were to ask you to be my maid of honour?" "Wait, what?" Her eyes squinted and you could almost see the tumblers moving. Then there was eureka moment and Keira's eyes lit up with joy. Her hands went up to her mouth to stop her from screaming, but it came out muffled. "Wow…. Okay, so you're happy… that's good." Greta laughed and put her hand onto the table. On her finger was a simple gold ring with a green diamond nestled on it. "Of course I'll be your maid of honor." She said nearly quiet as a mouse, still stunned from the news. She reached for Greta's hand to get a better look at the "rock". "I've seen dilithium crystals smaller…." Smiling, "Well, I didn't choose it. Bless ire. Mind you, he was nervous as hell. Although, so was I…. We both, independently of each other, decided to propose on the same day. " Keira chuckled, "I can imagine Ire being a wreck. You two on the same day, what a crazy random happenstance." "So…. There you have it. Another wedding…. And it isn't yours!" She replied with a wink. "My father always said Romulans take their time with that. Many didn't even start their required military service until they reached 30, so Ravok and I are a little ahead of the curve…." Keira explained. "My pops, if he were still here, would probably have hated the fact I was engaged this young." "He told me that before Hobus Grandpa was pushing 200, and because of Romulan's long lifespans that they can afford to take their time and be patient. Admittedly it could just be stories to keep me daddy's little girl." Keira mused. "Oh I know that feeling. Can I ask you something, personal?" "Of course." Keira answered. She was at ease speaking with her friend. "Ravok is a great officer, a good man. How did you know… that you wanted to be with him?" "Wow. The big guns?" Keira said. "Well, he's kind, and honest." She started. "He is understanding with my insecurities and my sector-wide jealous streak. He has the courage to stand up for what he believes in, even if it's unpopular." Keira grinned, "The way he looks in his dress uniform certainly helps." There was a pause, "Being with him makes me a better person. I feel at ease with him." "I ask because… people have asked me why Ire? Why that guy, why not someone else. And I know my answer." "I'm sure you have your reasons. I'd like to hear them." Keira began to listen. "Because he makes me feel seen, feel wanted, feel loved. He is… just such…. It's hard to explain. Actually no, it's not. I love him." "Succinct, to be sure." Keira said. "Anything I need to know about the wedding? You aren't going to put me in some bright orange dress with puffy sleeves?" "Damn it… you guessed." Greta responded with a laugh. "Seriously?" Keira asked, sometimes she missed subtle social cues. "No, I haven't had chance to think about it. But no, no orange. I am tempted to see if I can persuade Ire and Ravok to wear kilts…." "Ha ha ha." Keira laughed. Then her face turned serious. "Maybe I can convince Ravok and then Ire will follow up." She said, " on a serious note, has Ire told Ravok yet? I don't want to spill any secret if Ire wants to be the one to tell Ravok himself." "I don't think so. I think he will be doing soon. I dread to think how messy that bachelor party is gonna be. " "Ravok will keep him in line. Not that you have anything to worry about. Ire is about as honest as I've seen, he might end up worshiping the porcelain goddess but, that's about it." Keira offered. "Porcelain goddess?" Greta asked with a raised eyebrow. "Old Earth slang for throwing up in the toilet." Keira answered with a grin. "Knowing that is what happens when your human mother is way into Earth history." "I suppose he will be more worried about what we get up to.." "What's your tolerance?" Keira asked seriously. "I can see if we still have that halucinogenic Trill stuff lying around…" she offered. "I'm Scottish. I can handle anything you put infront of me." She replied with a grin. "Fair enough." Keira laughed. "Keira… " she paused for a second, playing with the ring on her finger, "... am I doing the right thing?" "That's not a question I can answer for you." Keira said to her friend. "I love Ire. I really do. I just…. I've never felt this way about anyone before and I'm scared. " "Fear is natural. It's a big step," Keira offered. "The only advice I can give you is follow your heart. If you feel it's wrong, don't go through with it, but there's a difference between wrong and scared because it's a big step.." "I know in my heart that I want to be with him. It's just the whole thing of a wedding…" "I suspect if it were wrong you would have kicked his ass to the curb by now. If you love him and he makes you happy, I see no reason to tell you not to." Keira paused, " You do realise you've asked advice on if you should get married from someone who's never been married?" Smiling, she nodded, "I know. I know I am right and I know he is the one for me. I've never been in any kind of relationship that has lasted this long." "...Ravok is my first " Keira admitted. "I just… he's the only person to see me in a dress. It's the thought of everyone else seeing that and just … I'm being silly aren't I?" "Absolutely! I think you'd look awesome in a dress." Keira said of her friend. "So… you and Ravok are living together?" "Yes. Deck 3. Port Aft quarter. We should have you and Ire over at some point. Are you and Ire staying together?" Keira asked. Nodding, she smiled, "we are. " pausing a second she glanced at Keira. "What? Do I have something on my face?" She asked, concerned. "You… look different. " "What? How?" "You… what is it?" "Nothing." She lied. "That's bull…. Are you.. wait, are you pregnant?" "No. Definitely not. You'd have to…" she paused, "do things. For that to happen." "Oh… Oh okay...that's a surprise… have you .. wait never?" "I'm telling you never. No vessel has gone into this space dock." Keira insisted. "Oh…. Is that different for Romulans? I mean is it you have to wait for marriage?" "Tend to. At least from what my father has been saying. I am half human though. Not that I haven't been thinking about it…" Smiling, Greta leant forward, "So why haven't you then?" ~Now who's the scared one?~ Keira thought. "I...don't know. Ravok is my first boyfriend. It really hadn't come up before. Back home you'd figure I'd have lots of boys chasing me, right?" "You are stunning. Ire is the first man I… ever loved. I have… been intimidate before but this… is different. " " I found out later that I did, but my father generally chased them off. When I was about 16 Earth years old, a half Klingon boy came courting. A little more insistent than most. Dad beat him so bad we owed the family livestock so they wouldn't get mad. The academy was my first time away from home, I was really busy trying to learn all the things. It never came up until graduation. I met a handsome man at the club who quickly revealed to me that he was a jerk. I did however quickly learn that "pompous ass" is not my type." "It's no-one's type, hen. Trust me, met plenty of those in my time. But, can I ask… are you scared to.. well you know?" "Yes, and no. Really more afraid of the consequences. I'm really not ready to be a mom, even though I think Ravok would make a good dad, just not ready for that yet." She admitted. "Then it's simple. Go see the doc, they can advise you on what's best for you to make sure there are no surprises. Admittedly, i probably should have done that but things happen in the heat of the moment. Do you want to… you know?" Keira closed her eyes and thought for a moment. Lost in thought. She smiled and then nodded. "Yes, I think so." "Then we can go to the doc together. Get you prepared and want some advice?" "Anything." She said. "Don't over think it. Don't let yourself get worked up about it. Just … be with him and it will happen " "You don't think it'd be weird going to the doctor with me?' "Who me? I don't have to go with you. But, you're my friend. It's either that or I break out the books my mom gave me to read when I was growing up." Keira shook her head. "No books." "Trust me, those things are neither use nor ornament." "I think I got it though. I have my scheduled physical. It was supposed to be pre-underway, but our three doctors got swamped with all the enlisted so I got an appointment with the ACMO for tomorrow. Freya, why didn't I book it with Bracken before she became FO? Or Solace before she transferred?" Keira said. "You weren't to know that you would be sharing so much with Ravok. Me, we didn't wait …" Greta blushed as the memory of that first night flashed into her mind. "Please don't go into detail." Keira teased. "I…won't but what I can say is you are gonna have fun my girl!" She replied laughing heartily. Honestly the trip to the doctor's appointment to speak to a stranger on intimacy, was what Keira was dreading the most. (Reply no-one) (Posted by Jackie and Todd) (USS Exeter - Deck 9 - Nine and Dine - CFO Lieutenant jg. Ire Williams & COO Lieutenant jg.Ravok -2001) It had been days since Ire and Ravok had met up for their traditional drink, or few drinks...okay plenty of drinks, while they just chatted about their day. Over the past year Ire and Ravok had grown extremely close. They had truly become each other's confidants. Even their partners were close. The chemistry between the four of them was truly magic. Ravok entered the Nine and Dine, he looked around and saw Ire with a round of drinks ready and waiting ~ That's what I'm talking about Ire~ He thought as he walked over and took a seat next to Ire. " This is long over do man, it sucks we have both been so busy over the past few days." Ravok said as he gently slapped Ire on the back. Ire nodded and smiled back. “It's been a crazy time. I am glad that we are now on our way and we can get into a steady routine.” Ravok smiled and picked up his drink. " So I know we saw each other today on the bridge and you said you needed to tell me something, So what is ? Have you finally admitted the Greta wears the pants in the relationship? " he joked. He grinned. “There is no need to tell her it was right there from the start.” " Oh Keira totally wears the pants in ours, I might as well wear a dress on duty " Ravok laughed. “What you, A tough Romulan being subservient….” He smiled. “I would not want to be on Keira's bad book, that’s for sure.” "She's not that bad, she's just super direct and doesn't take any crap. She reminds me so much of my step mom. So blunt , but honest" Ravok replied as he took another drink. " So what's on your mind ?" Ire nodded and paused. “Um me and Greta are engaged.” He smiled. It still felt strange saying that, in a good way but still strange. “And I wondered if you would be my best man for the wedding?” Ravok smiled at Ire and looked at him. " Nothing would make me happier than to be at your side while you marry such an amazing woman" He raised his glass to Ire. " Congratulations, you both deserve it" Ire blushed. “Thank you very much. I am a very lucky man. I still don’t know why she would want me.” he smiled and nodded. “How about you and Keira, any plans?” Ravoks eyes widened " Umm plans? No no not yet, I mean I have thought about it, at Trip's wedding there was a moment when I looked at Keira and thought. How could she be any more beautiful? Did she even know how perfect she looked.Did she even know that her smile made me question if I was alive or dead, here or there . I don't know it's hard to explain, whenever I see her I feel so many things all at once." Ravok said as he looked at his beer in front of him. " But no, we have no plans anytime soon. " He looked back to Ire. " But my friend, you are getting married to a good woman who has found herself a great man. You're truly one of the greatest men I have ever met. She sees it. I see how she looks at you" Ravok said. ~ What would she say if I mentioned the idea to her? Would she run? Would she accept...it's too soon ~ He paused, feeling very embarrassed about what Ravok had said. “Yes, Trips wedding was a lovely day. But if you feel that way about her you need to tell her, trust me about that don’t miss that chance.” He took a sip of his drink. “I am so very lucky to have her. She makes my world complete. ” Ravok laughed slightly and side eyed Ire " You know Keira, she takes things slow. She knows I love her but asking her to be my wife, might be a little extreme for her right now. Her career is just taking off , her mother makes a million excuses to be conveniently busy everytime we call them. The woman cant stand me, I'm guessing she wanted her daughter to be with a human I don't know.." Ire nodded as he sipped his drink. “Then take it slow. It's not like you are going to run out of time with your Romulan lifespan. Your career’s are both taking off now you don’t have to rush and her parents are just being protective. I guess they would be like that no matter who Keira is going out with.” Ravok signaled the bartender for another round of drinks for them. " Her father is great, we get along. But enough about that. I am so happy for you both , when is the wedding ?" “Not go that far yet. We are still thinking about options. I am still finding it hard to believe she said yes. I was also glad that Trip was okay with having both on board as complications could cause big problems on board.” " Well Trip is a cool guy, I mean yeah he's our boss...sorry I mean captain now, but he's not an unreasonable guy. He trust both of you to still perform your job. He trusted you both on Mars , why not here ?" “Ow I totally know that Trip would understand and trust us but he’s also the skipper and has to do the big picture stuff. I guess it also helps that Greta is working in Tactical rather than flight ops.” Ravok nodded his head. " So are you two considering a human wedding or bajoran?" He asked, taking a swig of his beer. Ire shrugged and grinned. “Not sure but as long as it's not betazoid wedding I think we should be fine.” Ravok chuckled " I see, Well as the best man. You have put a lot of pressure on me to beat Lieutenant Bracken and what she did for Trip. That entire bachelor party was crazier than...I cant even think of anything to compare it to but I will never look at a bear, an apple and ladder the same way ever again." Ravok started laughing. Trip's bachelor party had become something of a legend. To even begin to describe the nearly 16 hour event would take days to do it justice. Ire chuckled “We definitely don’t need to beat that record that's for sure.” Ravok laughed and looked at Ire. " So how was it being at the helm of this ship's maiden launch ?" Ire smiled. “Don’t get me wrong, flying the Exeter is a lot of fun. She is powerful and fast and great to fly but I do miss my lucky thirteen. I am a fighter pilot at heart.” " Here here " Ravok said, clinging his beer against Ire's glass. “How are you finding being the head of OPs?” " So far...not too bad. I thought I'd be more cut out for Tactical to be honest, but clearing the big guy sees something that I don't" Ire smiled. “I always thought that you would get the flight ops position rather than me as you were the FSXO.” " Well to be honest you're the better pilot, you always have been. " Ravok admitted taking another drink of his beer . “Ow shut up Ravok. That’s rubbish and you know it.” " Ire , I'm serious. I had to fight tooth and nail to keep up with you. You just had your ego bruised, I told you this weeks ago. But I'm serious, man you are one of the greatest pilots I have ever seen and everyone may joke around with you from time to time , but there is not a single damned person on this ship that I trust more than you at the helm, not even Trip." “Thanks Ravok.” he looked around the Nine and Dine. “I will miss the Wing but it is nice to get back into space again.” Ravok smiled " We both grew up in space. This is home for us, Congratulations again my friend" He said raising his glass and downing his beer. “Thank you.” He raised his glass as well. “To a new home and a new future.” The two of them continued to talk and catch up on the events of the past year. Their journey was just beginning… ( reply none needed) ( posted By Robbie and Rob Davis) (USS Exeter - Personal Quarters - Ensign Greta Smith/ Lieutenant Ire Williams - 2200) Sitting on the sofa in their quarters, Greta sighed and looked at her ring again. ~this… I can't honestly wrap my head around how lucky I am~ Ire walked in through the door and paused looking at Greta on the sofa. She was beautiful even if she was just relaxing on the sofa. A friend had jokingly said that if you can still find your Fiancée gorgeous when she has just woken up and is a mess then you were meant to be. He always found her gorgeous. “Sorry I am late, I had a couple of drinks and chatted with Ravok, I lost track of time.” Smiling, she patted the seat next to her, "Come sit." She responded, pulling her cardigan around her shoulders. He crossed over and sat beside her putting an arm around her shoulder and leaned close. “How was your evening?” Resting her head on his shoulder, she smiled, "it was good. Keira and I.. we had drinks. I told her about.. " she took his hand and smiled at the band on his finger. Ire smiled “Thanks nice. How is she?” "That's nice?" She responded, hitting him playfully. "Keira's great. We had… what I can only describe as girl time." “I told Ravok as well.” "I bet that went well… I like him, he's a fine officer and a good man. He needs to be because if he ever hurts Keira you are gonna see a side of me that you don't want to see." “Wow there my warrior princess. I think that Keira’s can handle her self but there is no way that Ravok would harm her and he would not let anything happen to her” "Warrior Princess? Warrior Princess gonna kick your ass boy if you don't at least promote to queen after the wedding." She responded with a wide smile. “What about Warrior goddess? Does that sound better!” She smiled and kissed him softly, "So, Keira is going to be my maid of honour.." He smiled at her. “Thanks great. I am so happy for you. I also asked Ravok to be my best man.” "Just make sure there is no bachelor party lasting 16 hours. I saw the state of you when you crawled into the hotel room at 4 am the next morning. " “I will try not to disappoint you but as I told Ravok 16 hours is a record that Trip can happily keep.” "You could hire strippers and it wouldn't disappoint me. Although don't do that." Greta responded with a laugh. “I think it will be okay without strippers but Ravok will be in charge. I don’t know what that crazy Romulan will do.” “Do you have any thoughts about where you want the wedding?” "Does it matter? I just want it to be us, our friends… I do have one question though. " “What only one?” "Hey! I'm allowed one. Do you want a bajoran wedding? Is that important for you?" He paused thinking about it for a moment. “I am half bajoran and half human but I have spent more time away from both then I have living at either. I would marry you in a shuttle if that is what would make you happy.” "It's not just my day. It's our day. What about a blend? Some aspects of both parts of your heritage?" “That makes sense bringing together your heritage and my heritage would be a good idea. As long as it's not a betazoid wedding I think we will be okay.” "And here was me thinking that would be a good idea. No dress to find. It's easy for you. Dress uniform, bold you're done." “Dress uniform, you have the right to wear one as well if you want to?” he paused for a moment. “Um the Exeter, we could ask Trip to do it here. Trip is the Skipper, is there not some ancient thing about Captains at sea marrying people? It's a thought” "Wedding? You know I am going to find a dress that makes your eyes pop out on stalks. It's the one time in my life where I actually want to be a woman… but yes, this ship feels right." “Hay you don’t need to get a wedding dress to make my eyes pop out on stalks but I can understand why you would want to look like a woman rather than having to wear our unflattering uniforms or flight suits.” "Well tough because I want to. Ire, are we really doing this?" He smiled “Only if you are not getting cold feet?” "Not cold feet. I'm nervous. " “Yes we are. We are so doing this.” Nestling her head on his shoulder, Greta took a deep breath, "We are… oh wow… we're going to get married." He smiled back as he hugged her closer. “Yes we are.” "Then, how do I tell you that you are need to wear a kilt… at some point during the wedding." She replied with a wicked grin. “Um I don’t think that’s going to happen…..I have been told I don't have the legs for it.” " you do have some good legs.." she replied smiling, "you so need to tell ravok he has to wear a kilt. Just for his reaction. " “Well thank you and that crazy Romulan would probably love it.” Laughing, Greta took his hand and yawned slightly, "you sure about this?" “What the Kilt? It’s a part of your heritage and I am sure it's better than Haggis hunting.” "Well, for the last time, haggis ain't real." He smirked at her. “But you said they were lopsided and they ran round the mountains.” "Oh Ire, you are so clueless. I love you. " “Well I do not know about your strange customs so of course I would believe what you told me.” Laughing now, Greta held his hand tighter and smiled, "Tell me about your customs then." “Well we have our name. In Bajoran culture I would be called Williams Ire rather than the human way. Also the wearing of the chained earring and ear cuff on the right ear which symbolises Bajoran’s faith.” "Okay.. and what about finding the one… is that choice or is it guided by the prophets?" “You must realise that my understanding of the prophets is not as in depth as other bajorans or my belief as devout but I believe that I have choice in my actions but the prophets help to keep us on the right path.” "And did they guide you to me or was that all you?" “A bit of both. My choices and actions led me to you but they may have nudged me in the right direction now and again. I know it's not the most clear explanation but it's the only one I have.” "Well, then I owe them a thanks. " “I’ll tell them when I have the opportunity.” Sighing softly, Greta closed her eyes and took a deep breath, "I'm scared, Ire." He pulled her close. “There is no reason to be scared. You are one of the strongest persons that I know.” He leaned over and kissed her forehead. "I…. Don't want to mess this up. I haven't been in this place before and I just don't want to lose myself. " “You are not going to mess it up. We will be doing this together and we will share our victories and defeats together.” "I know… I am overthinking it. You can tell me I'm being silly." “You are being silly………..no seriously this is a big change. It's only natural to be worried.” "It's a big change. But it shouldn't need to be. This is us. We're good right?" “Yes of course we are good.” "Then let's go to bed. I need sleep. I need to curl up with you. “I need that too, come lets go.” (Reply None) (Posted by Jackie and Robbie)(SPC Greta Smith) (USS Exeter – Deck 3 – Keira and Ravok’s Personal Quarters – 2O/CEO – Lieutenant Keira Merek – 2203) Keira had spent over two shifts and a half making sure the engines were running smoothly and checking around to the various departments. The prospect of going to talk to a complete stranger about her woman health didn’t help. She took off her uniform jacket and dropped it on the ground. At least she had a good talk with Greta, and she was so happy for her and Ire. She balanced on one foot standing and took off her left uniform boot. Thump. Then the right, thump. They complimented each other like “yin and yang” was an ancient Earth term. She continued her trek through the quarters toward back end of the quarters and that garden tub she was wanting to try out. She took off the uniform pants while sitting down on one of the dining room chairs and draped the trousers over the back of the seat. Black socks right on top. She continued unabated, though now barefoot transitioning from soft short bristled carpet to the cool tile of the bath room. She pulled her shirt over her head and threw it haphazardly over her shoulder not caring where it landed. “Computer, run bath water 43 degrees Celsius.” She ordered. Water began rushing into the until now unused bathing receptacle. She searched the various multicolored bottles in shelves about the room. Grabbing two in particular. She poured a healthy portion of each into the rushing water and a good froth of fluffy bubbles began to appear in the water. The steam now generated from the hot tumultuous water began smelling of lavender and rose. She stripped off everything else and settled into the hot bath. Before the water stopped running the bubbles were all the way up to her shoulders, just above the water line. She took one of the wash rags and dunked it in the steamy liquid. She wringed out all the excess water and placed her hot compress over her closed eyes as she lay back and promptly tried to let the hot water melt her day’s stress away. (Reply Ravok, otherwise none) (posted by Todd) (USS Exeter - Deck 3-Personal quarters –COO Lieutenant jg Ravok - 2213) The main door of the shared quarters wooshed open, Venus came running up to Ravok happily " Hey girl , how are you?" He asked as he knelt down and pet her. He looked around noticed Keira's boots and and jacket " He walked over and picked them up , also noticing her socks and pants draped over the back of one of the chairs. He gathered them as well. He removed her commbadge from her uniform top and made his way toward into the bedroom and shut the door behind him. It was his intent to not let the dog in the bedroom. Ravok wanted Venus to get used to her bedding arrangement in the living room. He placed Keira's commbadge on her night stand, steam was coming from the bathroom. He placed her uniform in the bin to be laundered as he walked to the open bathroom door. He took a careful peek inside, Keira was in the tub submerged in bubbles. He step inside and leaned against the door way. " Were you raised in a barn ? " he asked jokingly. (Reply Keira) " I know , I know. I'm only joking." He said smiling at her. " So how was your day?" (Reply Keira) " Yeah I saw that on the schedule, double shifts. If it makes you feel any better, I placed myself on around the clock availability for operations " he said as he looked at her. ( reply Keira) " I have to tell you something. " Ravok stated as he walked over to the side of the tub and sat down on its edge, his body turned slightly to the side but not directly towards her. Ravok normally would have waited for her to finish her time in the bathroom before being so intrusive. He took a deep breath. ( reply Keira) " Ire asked me to be his best man, he intends to marry Greta. " Ravok said looking at his hands. Slightly nervous in his demeanor. ( reply Keira ) He smiled. " That works out perfectly then. Being her maid of honour, but this isn't what I wanted to talk about. I wanted to talk about us, about me." ( reply Keira) " No it's nothing bad , it's just that with them getting engaged. Trip and ash being married. I have done alot of thinking. We have been together longer than either couple. I know we take things slower than they do. It is our way" Ravok said referring to Romulans not rushing relationships, preferring to take things slow and letting things develop deeply. " Dísira", he said referring to her by her True name. " I love you and if given the chance to spend the rest of my life with you, I would. I often dont bring up the human side of you, because I cant connect with humanity. I struggle everyday to understand the urgency of Human complexity. I wanted you to know that just because I haven't asked you to marry me doesn't mean that I don't want to. The day will come that I ask our clans to join, to have our families become one" He paused and took a breath. " I just don't want you thinking I haven't asked because I don't love you the way they love each other. I love you more than they could possibly love anything. Our...my emotions run deeper than anything they could ever feel. They could live 10 lifetimes and never feel the love I feel for you in a single moment." He turned and kneeled down beside the tub. " I have respected you and have given you time. I have never rushed anything with you and I never will, but know this. Whenever you are ready...I will be ready as well" Ravok felt his heart racing, it all sounded better in head. ( reply Keira) ( posted by Davis ) (USS Exeter - Deck 3- Personal quarters -2O/CEO – Lieutenant Keira Merek – 2215) " Were you raised in a barn ? " Ravok asked jokingly. Keira knowing who it was by the voice kept the wash cloth over her eyes but responded, “No, but I spent some time in quite a few.” " I know , I know. I'm only joking." He said smiling at her. " So how was your day?" She took the wash cloth off now and looked at him. “Hectic. First day as a double. Almost had a feedback loop in the Starboard Saucer EPS, but we got it fixed. Had to cut power to that section, the 10 meter long section wasn’t installed tight enough. Now it’s working fine. Power is restored to the land. There was much rejoicing.” " Yeah I saw that on the schedule, double shifts. If it makes you feel any better, I placed myself on around the clock availability for operations " he said as he looked at her. Keira made no effort to hide her feelings, “No. It doesn’t. That means we’ll see less of each other.” " I have to tell you something. " he said. ~Here we go, just spit it out and we’ll work through it like we always do.~ She thought but said nothing. Ravok stated as he walked over to the side of the tub and sat down on its edge, his body turned slightly to the side but not directly towards her. He took a deep breath. " Ire asked me to be his best man, he intends to marry Greta. " Ravok said looking at his hands. Slightly nervous in his demeanor. ~Is that it? You almost gave me a heart attack and sent me to medical early.~ Her expression went from concern to really? and she rolled her eyes. “I know. She said yes. She asked me to be her maid of honor, I also said yes.” She said matter-of-factly. “Now we owe them a wedding gift.” He smiled. " That works out perfectly then. Being her maid of honour, but this isn't what I wanted to talk about. I wanted to talk about us, about me." “You did the good news, is this the bad news?” She asked. " No it's nothing bad , it's just that with them getting engaged. Trip and ash being married. I have done alot of thinking. We have been together longer than either couple. I know we take things slower than they do. It is our way" He explained rhetorically. ~He’s building courage for what?~ " Dísira" him saying her true name entrusted to only him softened her demeanor. " I love you and if given the chance to spend the rest of my life with you, I would. I often dont bring up the human side of you, because I cant connect with humanity. I struggle everyday to understand the urgency of Human complexity. I wanted you to know that just because I haven't asked you to marry me doesn't mean that I don't want to. The day will come that I ask our clans to join, to have our families become one" He paused and took a breath. " I just don't want you thinking I haven't asked because I don't love you the way they love each other. I love you more than they could possibly love anything. Our...my emotions run deeper than anything they could ever feel. They could live 10 lifetimes and never feel the love I feel for you in a single moment." He turned and kneeled down beside the tub. " I have respected you and have given you time. I have never rushed anything with you and I never will, but know this. Whenever you are ready...I will be ready as well" “Lathuel.” She said and reached up with a soapy hand and grabbed him by the collar of his uniform. She pulled him in for a kiss. (Reply Ravok) “I love you too. Now shut up. Take off that uniform and get into this bath tub.” She said in a mockingly demanding tone. (Reply Ravok) “Do I have to make that an order?” She said teasing him further. (Reply Ravok) “Fine I guess it’s only fair.” She said and put a hand across her eyes. (Reply Ravok) She felt the water displace a little and once it settled she moved her hand. “My plan?” Keira said pouring on the faux innocence. (Reply Ravok) “You do know me well, and that does sound a lot like me.” She admitted. “I also trust you to not try anything I’m not ready for.” (Reply Ravok) “Well you had a stressful day too. Like me, I thought you could use a soak.” She said. “Lay back, tell me about it.” She said pulling him to recline against her. (Reply Ravok) As he settled back she felt their bare skin touching underneath the liquid surface. She tried to distract herself from the reaction of what she was feeling. ~Not yet, but soon.~ “How are M’Rurrh and Foster working out? They left Engineering like it was a plague colony or something.” She said, and tried to not let out how she felt about that. She took the wet cloth dunked it in the water. She gently ran the cloth over his shoulder and down to the water as they spoke. (Reply Ravok) “If they are happy and productive where they are, that’s what matters.” She said. “Meanwhile I have a very excited and eager intern. Odin were we ever that young?” She said laughing. Muffled thundering changed to clacking of dewclaws as Venus came scurrying in. (Reply Ravok) “Venus, No!” Keira tried to get her to stop, but as the nearly 30 kg canine jumped, things were set in motion that could not be undone. The dark mass of pup collided with the water in a violent fashion, sending water overflowing the sides of the tub. All Keira could do was put her hands in front of her face to avoid getting any soap in her eyes. (Reply Ravok) Venus barked with excitement that “mom and dad” were both home. “I guess it’s family bath time then?” (Reply Ravok) (Posted by Todd) (USS Exeter - Deck 3- Personal quarters -COO– Lieutenant jg Ravok – 2216) “Lathuel.” Keira said reaching up with a soapy hand and grabbed him by the collar of his uniform. She pulled him in for a kiss. Completley caught off guard he kissed her back. “I love you too. Now shut up. Take off that uniform and get into this bath tub.” She said Ravok hesitated and laughed " Really ?" “Do I have to make that an order?” She said teasing him further. He took off his uniform and put his hand up " I never look " he said laughing. “Fine I guess it’s only fair.” She said and put a hand across her eyes. He removed the rest and climbed in " Not that I'm worried about you seeing me or anything but what's your angle? whats your plan?" He asked her She felt the water displace a little and once it settled she moved her hand. “My plan?” Keira said pouring on the faux innocence. " There isn't some underwater trip wire or some while contraption that's gonna fall on my head is there ? He asked looking up at the ceiling and laughing. The water felt good. “You do know me well, and that does sound a lot like me.” She admitted. “I also trust you to not try anything I’m not ready for.” He looked at her and smiled. " a romulan pulling something sneaky ? Come on " he said sarcastically with a grin. "No , never. It just feels good to relax" “Well you had a stressful day too. Like me, I thought you could use a soak.” She said. “Lay back, tell me about it.” She said pulling him to recline against her. Ravok moved close to her. ~ Hands to yourself, she'll drown you ~ As he settled back she felt their bare skin touching underneath the liquid surface. She tried to distract herself from the reaction of what she was feeling. ~Not yet, but soon.~ “How are M’Rurrh and Foster working out? They left Engineering like it was a plague colony or something.” She took the wet cloth dunked it in the water. She gently ran the cloth over his shoulder and down to the water as they spoke. " Well, They both are doing good. I haven't had much time with either one. Ensign M'Rurrh is on duty now. If there are any problems I will be alerted to the situation. They may have left engineering but they didn't go far , our two departments go hand and hand, we know how things should work, and you make sure things work. It's that simple. " he said as he become more relaxed. " But both seem ready, eager and happy" “If they are happy and productive where they are, that’s what matters.” She said. “Meanwhile I have a very excited and eager intern. Odin were we ever that young?” She said laughing. Muffled thundering changed to clacking of dewclaws as Venus came scurrying in. " Dhat hwiiy Hhakh fvai !!!!{ No you stupid dog} " he yelled in Romulan . “Venus, No!” Keira tried to get her to stop, but as the nearly 30 kg canine jumped, things were set in motion that could not be undone. The dark mass of pup collided with the water in a violent fashion, sending water overflowing the sides of the tub. All Keira could do was put her hands in front of her face to avoid getting any soap in her eyes. Ravok could do nothing but laugh. " Hwiiy aoni'r hnniohsyrrhihdh cumaen {you got water everywhere } Venus barked with excitement that “mom and dad” were both home. “I guess it’s family bath time then?” He looked at her , " Yeah, Family " he smiled. ( reply Keira if you want) ( posted by Davis) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Mission: The Flames of Purity Day: 2 Stardate: 2445.09.02 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (USS Exeter – Outside Sickbay – 2O/CEO – Lieutenant Keira Merek – 0853) ~You got this girl hold it together.~ Keira thought to herself. Even though it was nearly twenty years ago, she still remembered with dread going to the doctor back home and they had to reset her broken arm. Luckily her last two encounters with Starfleet physicians weren’t nearly that bad, and if not for her own irrational fears, would have likely been a pleasant experience. Both had been with the same doctor, and now that doctor had transferred to another posting. She closed her eyes and steeled herself one more time before walking through the doors to medical. She took a cleansing breath. “Lieutenant Merek, here for my medical appointment.” ~Let’s get this unpleasantness over with.~ She thought. (Reply any Medical) (Posted by Todd) (USS Exeter - Ready Room - CO, Lt. Commander Trip Williams and FO, Lt. SG Ailynn Bracken - 16:00) Trip was sitting down at his desk in the ready room. His desk, his ready room. The excitement was there, but so was the anxiety. He was 23 years old and in the middle of a meteoric rise. He was Lt. Commander James Andrew Williams the Third, commanding officer of the USS Exeter. People were calling him captain. He was the youngest commanding officer in the history of Starfleet and it scared the ever living daylights out of him. But he had a crew he trusted, a very experienced Master Chief to mentor him, and his best friend at his side. He would miss his sister dearly, she herself had become a first officer. But he knew that even without her he would be able to manage. He had his wife with him, and his best friend as his first officer. As he rubbed his right thumb up and down over the scar on his left palm, he couldn’t help but reminiscence over simpler times. (Flashback to 2432, Williams household, Tree house) Trip sat patiently in his tree house as his best friend Ailynn to climb up. His dad had built the treehouse for him and the interior looked like that of a small bridge, with a captain’s chair, helm, and tactical station. He was waiting for Ailynn to climb up and play starship on his “bridge”. “Hey Lynn,” he said as she climbed up. She was older than him by three years, and it was evident that she might be on the verge of being too big for these childish games with him. Already the older kids in the neighbourhood were saying she was turning into a major babe, and while Trip didn’t know what that meant, he was afraid of losing his best friend to silly teenager things. “Thanks for playing with me.” Little Trip was skinny, but looked like he was going to grow into an athlete, with dark black eyes and short brown hair. He was wearing a red t-shirt and blue shorts. Ailynn had skinned knees and elbows, legs that seemed to keep growing overnight, mood swings that had her weeping into her mother’s shoulder or screaming into her face, both of which, Aimee stoicly responded to with patience, or a deep hug from either her, or Dale, her gran. The treehouse was getting smaller, it seemed, but she truly loved it up here. Here she was safe, here she could just relax and just be herself, there were few places, even at school that she could be her. No one liked the class over-acheiver. “Do you want to be the captain today, I don’t mind letting you.” Ailynn shook her head, her hair, recently cut to her shoulders once more shook slightly. “Surgeons can’t be Captains... It’s like...far too much work. I’ll be FO.” “How can you be the third Bracken Captain if you don’t imagine it.” Trip said with a smile. “Besides, I’ll probably be a better captain anyways.” “Huh. Bet you don’t even know which end the front is.” Ailynn giggled...her knees cramped up. “Reports from science...an anomaly at 135 mark 45.” “You’re getting to big for the treehouse aren’t you?t.” Trip said with a sad smile. Ailynn laughed. “Sort of...yeah. Mum’s 6’2 so yeah…” “Yeah doctor says I’m going to be 6’3” or 6’4”. Goodby treehouse. And dad says I can’t rough house with you anymore either.” “What? Why?” She stopped for a moment. “Ooooh…” She stopped, and a few questions that she’d been asked at school came back to her mind. “So...we’ve played this for...like forever.” “One day we’ll get to do it for real, some day. But, in the meanwhile, I can ask dad if he can get us an old shuttle to play with. You know, one that doesn’t work, but we can you know. Pretend. Because let’s be honest Lynn, you may be a teenager now, but you’re still a huge nerd.” She laughed. “I’ll take that. A shuttle is a cool idea...mum can’t help...she’s...well, you know...I don’t actually know what Dale does...she won’t tell me. Kinda weird.” “You know what is weirder? Your best friend is a ten year old.” She smiled deeply, yeah...he is.” She punched his shoulder “...and he’s a terrible Captain because we’re all going to be caught in that explosion and all die….” “Helm, change course degree heading, 122, mark 40, evasive pattern Alpha 3.” Trip said as he sat in his chair. “Commander Bracken, I need options now!” “Get me warp…” She paused as if filling in the conversation. “I DON’T CARE...ANY DIRECTION. JUST FIRE IT.” (End flashback.) Trip smiled thinking about the simpler times. He was a fun kid, and while he always made time to play with his sister, even if it was a tea party, he cherished playing starship with Ailynn. But eventually they both grew too big for the treehouse, especially when Trip hit his growth spurt. The doctor was right, he did hit 6’4 and he was finally taller than Ailynn. At that moment the door bell chimed. “Enter.” He said waiting for his visitor. Ailynn approached the desk and handed over the PADD in her hand… “Tr...Ca…” She stopped herself, and looked at her oldest friend. “My apologies Sir. That was awkward.” “Well Captain on the bridge, Trip in my office when we’re alone, and Uncle Trip at family brunch.” he said with a laugh. “Arse.” She answered simply, sitting down. She caught his gaze. He didn’t need to say anything, she had know him a long time. Raising an eyebrow in a manner she had learned from her gran, now Vice Admiral of Aerospace Command she looked at him. “Penny for them?” “I’m not gonna lie Lynn, I’m scared.” he said as he kept rubbing his scar. She looked at him, and he her. A world of conversation passed in a glance. “Me too.” She laid her arm out down the arm of the chair that she was sat on, opening her own palm. “Yours still itch now and then too?” “Yeah, maybe not the smartest thing I ever did, but hey, it was worth it. And honestly, there is no one else I could have here with me other than you, even if I had no choice.” Ailynn half twisted her head, in acceptance of the compliment, “That means a lot to hear...really.” There was so much that she wanted to say, so much on her mind, but she pulled away from all of it and bottled it back up. “We were just kids.” “Not that Sy bought the blood pact excuse. She was…. She wasn’t happy with me that I chose you, but I'd be too emotionally compromised if she was my FO.But, honestly, I’m 23, the youngest CO ever, I think, and there is no one else,besides Sy, that I trust so implicitly for this spot. It has to be you, it needs to be you. We are in sync when it comes to command matters. Because we’ve been practicing for this since we were kids. But I am sorry about...being one of the reasons you guys are on different ships.” “Trip...I respect the apology...but it’s not yours to make. Do you mind if we don’t talk about this...I’m still…” “Yeah, sorry...what kind of an uncle am I.” He said with a laugh. “Look, I’m glad you’re here. Hottest FO in the fleet.” She smiled. “Flatterer.” “What you and I share, it’s a special love, a special bond. Not a romantic one, but one of trust, of understanding. We have a bond that is beyond friendship, beyond just family. Which we are now finally.” He said with a slight chuckle. “We are united by a solemn bond, a solemn oath, a solemn promise. And I need you here if I stand any chance of not crashing and burning.” Ailynn stood up, and moved to the window, leaning on the frame as she looked out. “I know. I feel the same…” She turned to face Trip. “Do you remember it as I do?” (Flashback to 2440.12.15) It was the end of the Fall semester, all the cadets were packing up and getting ready to go home for the break. For Trip and his sister it was no different. They were going to be going to the ranch for the break. But first Trip needed to finish his last term paper. It was due the next day, and he was being a perfectionist. Knowing he needed fresh eyes, he had left his room and gone for a walk. Campus was almost empty as he sat in the central courtyard trying to carve a heart out of a piece of wood with a knife. A present for his mom. “Hey Flyboy!” Ailynn called out as she saw her oldest and closest friend a short way away. Trip and Sienna had been a constant in her life, for differing, but very equal reasons. “Yo, Lynnie the Pooh.” “You good? You look slightly frazzled.” Pulling him into a hug. “Yeah, my History of Starfleet Paper is kicking my butt.” he said returning the hug. “And don’t call me flyboy. You know I’m majoring in Stellar Cartography so I don’t get pigeonholed. But man I can’t wait to fly a starship!” She pulled away, smiling. “So...at what point of panic are you? Not started yet...haven’t collated references...or not proofread it?” “Ummm, I just finished the 13th rough draft and it's still not perfect. My cousin Chris thinks I should chill out, and that draft number two was a definite A. But well, you know me. Got to prove the haters wrong by being the best right. Prove I’ve earned my spot…..I think I have a problem. And I may have dislocated my shoulder fighting…..” he caught himself. “With my alarm clock, rolled right onto the floor.” She nodded. “Send me the draft. You’ll have aced an A, but you’ll have missed a grammatical thing here and there.” “Thankfully commander Aguilar doesn’t care about grammar. ‘You don’t need to know how to spell to fire a phaser!’ or so he says.” Trip sighed, “I also am not looking forward to going home.” “No...but you can’t be judged by someone who has never fired one. Also, you talk about proving yourself? Are you aware who my mother is? And what my specialty is going to be?” Trip laughed, “Dude, you’ll ace it, and be the hottest surgeon in the entire fleet.” She smiled demurely, but asked. “So why don’t you want to go home?” With a sigh, “Proving myself isn’t why I don't want to go home. Everyone is going to be there, gramps and grandma, mom and dad, All of Dad’s siblings and their spouses. And you know what they’re going to talk about? Starfleet, and how far it's fallen and how it's all about politics, and nothing they can do can fix it, and what kind of fleet the kids will be going into. I’m sick and tired of it. I’ve been hearing them say the same things since I was 10. I just don’t want to hear the politics.” Ailynn stopped suddenly, her thoughts briefly distracting her, but she then physically pulled Trip to an out of the way bench. “Yours too?” “Why do you think my dad and your grandma go out drinking every thursday? To talk about sports? No, to vent to each other.” “I’ve been so self centred…How could I be so blind?” Once more, she was lost in thought for a moment, she was going to vent, but Trip interrupted her. “Let’s make a promise to each other. That no matter what happens, once we get to the fleet, we stick together, watch each other’s back. Make sure neither of us become a political tool, and just make sure that we make our careers ours. Free of the politics, the complaints. That we hold each other to the ideals of what the Federation and Starfleet should stand for.” Ailynn looked at him, “Trip...I love you...Not in the way you wanted back when, but actually far far more deeply. I’ve got your back…” She looked at him, very seriously, “us Brackens have a family saying…’we protect what we have.’ Promise made Ducks .” She held out her hand. “Does it have to be ducks?” he said shaking her hand She smiled, and shrugged. “Course not, it just amused me.” “You know what, forget a promise,” he said removing his hand. “Let’s make this a solemn oath, unbreakable, unshakeable. And we’ll add in a caveat, when one of us becomes CO, we make the other the FO. If we can. Unbreakable, together until the end.” She found herself nodding. “I’m in.” She looked at him...and then found herself speaking, two words, and two words alone. “Blood pact.” “You read my mind. It’s the only way. We always talked about it as kids, becoming blood brother and sister. The unbreakable oath.” “You cut…I’ll heal. I have to warn you I’m still not great at scars” “We leave the scar. Let it heal naturally. Keep it as a reminder.” Ailynn was uneasy. “On our right hand. Deal.” “Trip...My hands are my trade, if it’s the right I don’t even graduate and I flunk everything. Has to be the left.” “Ok, I’ll cut you first. Then cut myself, deal.” She looked him straight in the eye, holding out her left arm, her hands, slim, cool, and delicately fingered. Nodding she said “Do it.” He took her left hand with his left hand and grabbed his knife with the right, pressing down the sharp steel into her flesh, slicing down, cutting it, deep enough to bleed, but not deep enough to cause major blood loss. Ailynn swore… “That hurt you ass.” Shaking her head and grimacing. “Your turn.” Trip untucked his shirt and took out the bottom of his undershirt, wiping Ailynn’s blood from the blade. “I need you to hold my left wrist ok?” She did so without looking, her fingers naturally knowing where to hold. “I got you. Back down now and you’re due a curse.” She felt like she was 12 again. As soon as his wrist was secure, he pressed the steel down into his flesh, pressing down, it began to hurt. He wondered about chickening out, but no, he had to. Slicing downwards he cut into his flesh, the cold blood oozing onto his palm. He winced every step of it, wishing he had let Ailynn do it. “Oh sweet unholy mother of devil ducks!” he exclaimed at the top of his lungs. He then did a one handed wipe on his undershirt and placed the blade down. “Take my left hand,” he said extending his hand to hers. Without even stopping to have second thoughts, she grabbed his hand. There was no question of the trust in them. As their hands clasped one another, the blood oozed from both their palms, to where Trip was no longer sure which blood was his and which was hers. “I James Andrew Williams the Third, hereby pledge this solemn oath, that I will stand by you Ailynn, and have your back. I will not let politics or bureaucracy get in the way of our friendship. No matter where we are in the fleet, I will always be at your side. My trust in you is absolute.” Ailynn nodded. “I...Ailynn Bracken, pledge my troth, that I will stand by you, never letting neither Politics nor bureaucracy tear us asunder. Wherever we are in the Fleet, regardless of influence or position, You have my trust.” The words came far far more formally to her than she knew, but a moment descended on her. “Okay...so I’m still twelve…” her face though, spelled a different picture to her mouth. It was the one facet of her that she could almost never control. Trip looked deep into his friends eyes, he could tell from that moment forward, their friendship would never be the same how could it. He knew in his heart of hearts that the only two women his age he could ever love more than Ailynn were his twin sister and whoever ended up becoming his future wife. But in that moment, at that time, he knew, that he and Ailynn would watch over each other for as long as they lived. A love beyond mere friendship. (End Flashback) “I still can’t believe you let me cut your hand. There was so much blood, my hand was covered in it. It’s a good thing we did it over the grass, I did not want to have to clean it up from concrete.” Ailynn looked at the remnants of her own, jagged scar. “We were still idealistic kids.” Ailynn sat back down, “now though both you and I both are related to two three pip Admirals each. So it seems like we have work to do…” “Yeah, but I’m happy here. If I retire tomorrow, I’m happy.” “Oh come now…”She answered playfully. “You don’t want them to retire on a higher rank than you...do you?” “You know, honestly, it all depends. But right now, this is where we are supposed to be. This is where I want to be.” “I get that…” She smiled genuinely amused. Trip then looked down at his console, “Crap, we’re going to be late.” Trip stood up from his chair. “Ash is throwing an Ire hasn't crashed yet party in the Starlight lounge to celebrate our first day as a crew. It’s come and go, because it can’t fit everyone, but you and I need to be there the whole time.” “We have a crew and compliment of about 500, but our largest space only carries 400? Which muppet designed this ship?” She sighed… “Can’t get the staff.” She said whimsically. “Well first off, the shuttle bay can fit everyone, but you can’t have a party there. Second, my dad is that muppet.” Trip said with a laugh. She was beyond happy. Back on Earth she had felt the pull to the next hill. On Mars though, she had felt the pull to the entire quadrant. Trip then extended his left hand rather than his right in a symbolic action. “Duty Calls?” Ailynn reached and with her own left, and clenched his hand, symbolic of the oath that they’d made those years ago. “She nodded toward the bridge, “Shall we Captain?” “I’ll never get tired of hearing YOU say that.” (reply none) (posted by Will and Mark) (USS Exeter – Sickbay - Med Intern aEns(jg) Lana Wakeman- 16:05) Lana sighed sadly; the entire ships staff had been invited to a party in the starlight lounge celebrating the launch of the ship. It had been all go since the moment that she had come aboard, and now was time for a touch of relaxation. However, there was a feeling of worry about her, she felt somehow that she didn’t have the confidence to attend on her own, to stroll into a room that size, this late, alone. So she had stayed in Sickbay, and started checking the stocks of each of the rooms, it was then that she saw someone else not attending. She wondered if he could be persuaded to attend with her. “Doctor Poldan? I wonder if I could ask you something?” (Reply Poldan) “Sir, there’s a launch celebration in the starlight lounge. I wonder if you would go with me?”. “I really want to go, but I hate going to these things alone. She smiled and fluttered her eyelashes. "You wouldn't let a lady go unaccompanied would you?" (Reply Poldan) (Posted by Mark(SPC)) (USS Exeter – Sickbay - ACMO Ensign Kasian Poldan 16:07) Kasian was very proud of himself for dodging the launch party without anyone hounding him about it. It made things easier to keep a distance from the crew to not grow any unnecessary relationship that could derail his focus on his work. He has been reading a report one of the many he needed to read. The part of the job he hated most was reports. “Doctor Poldan? I wonder if I could ask you something?” Kaz looked up from the Padd he was reading he actually thought he was alone in sickbay it came as a surprise that someone else was still around. “Sure.” He said with a small smile at least almost afraid of what was about to be asked. “Sir, there’s a launch celebration in the starlight lounge. I wonder if you would go with me?”. “I really want to go, but I hate going to these things alone. She smiled and fluttered her eyelashes. "You wouldn't let a lady go unaccompanied would you?" Kasian looked around at the empty sickbay “the entire department is there how would you be alone?” Kaz asked looking at the woman “or is this your way of asking me on a date.” He joked with a laugh hoping his humor wasn’t missed. (Reply Wakeman) (Posted by Richard) (USS Exeter - The Starlight Lounge - CO, Lt. Commander Trip Williams - 16:30) The Starlight lounge was stunning and beautiful, a sleek futuristic design with large sprawling windows. Ash had done a great job getting the Starlight lounge ready. The civilian staff were dressed in their purple uniforms. There were drinks laid out on tables as well as small finger foods and other warm snacks. The Bartenders were ready to make mixed drinks. The Starlight lounge was fancier venue then the normal on ship lounger or bar. While the Nine and Dine fit the more traditional mold of a pub, the Starlight Lounge was more posh. Perfect for shipboard galas and events, VIP gatherings, diplomatic dinners. The inevitable shipboard romance. It was the perfect compliment to the rest of the Rec Dec. ~Will need to remember to take Ash here from time to time.~ Standing at the center of the room, some crew had already started piling in. He tapped his commbadge. "Captain Williams to all crew. I want to commend you all again for all the hard work that you have put into getting the Exeter ready for launch and for the last day and a half, a successful first day. You have all worked hard to get us to this point. I could not be prouder. Our good counselor has reminded me of the importance of making sure we take time to recharge and not over tax ourselves. Our Director of Recreation and Special Events has put together a party in the Starlight Lounge to commemorate the success of our launch as we continue to make our way to Bajor to fulfill the obligations of our first mission. The party will run until 22:00, it is come and go as you wish. We will be here for you. So to you, my crew, thank you for rising to the challenge. The bonds this crew forms in the coming months will be the bonds that carry us forward in our mission to restore hope in the Federation and Starfleet. I am proud of you all. Captain Williams, out." Trip then turned to his First Officer,"Well then, I hope this party is tamer than my bachelor party." (reply Ailynn) "Don't worry, there are no throwing knifes this time." (reply Ailynn) "Hopefully the senior staff and other show up. Ash put in a lot of work, selfishly I want this to be a success for her sake. Anyways, care for a drink?" (reply Ailynn) (reply Ailynn, all) (posted by Will) (USS Exeter – Starlight lounge – aCoS Ens.(SG) Paul Sleeford 16:31) Walking into the lounge Sleeford saw several of the security detachment standing to one side, taking a drink from a passing steward, wandering across to join them, nodding to several as he passed, standing with the rest of his shift Sleeford raised his glass. Turning as the captain began speaking. "Captain Williams to all crew. I want to commend you all again for all the hard work that you have put into getting the Exeter ready for launch and for the last day and a half, a successful first day. You have all worked hard to get us to this point. I could not be prouder. Our good counsellor has reminded me of the importance of making sure we take time to recharge and not over tax ourselves. Our Director of Recreation and Special Events has put together a party in the Starlight Lounge to commemorate the success of our launch as we continue to make our way to Bajor to fulfill the obligations of our first mission. The party will run until 22:00, it is come and go as you wish. We will be here for you. So to you, my crew, thank you for rising to the challenge. The bonds this crew forms in the coming months will be the bonds that carry us forward in our mission to restore hope in the Federation and Starfleet. I am proud of you all. Captain Williams, out." Shaking his head Sleeford knew that several would be drinking late into the night and was glad it was Synthahol, not the real thing. Leaving the group Sleeford wandered round the edge of the room, looking for no one in particular and watching everyone. Finding the counsellor watching the crowd Sleeford joined her, “Evening Jestayre. People watching?” (Reply Lavorre) Smiling Sleeford nodded. “I’m a security officer I can’t switch off 100 percent. I do have a question for you, that picture in your office, what is it? More importantly is it the right way up” (Reply Lavorre) Tilting his chin slightly Sleeford watched as the Orion smiled and saw the infectious playfulness in her eyes. “So what is an Orion doing on a federation ship, last I heard we weren’t exactly good neighbours. “ (Reply Lavorre) Flashing a smile to Lavorre Sleeford wandered towards the centre of the room, avoiding the head shed in the centre (Reply Lavorre) (Posted by Alistair) (USS Exeter – Starlight lounge – COUNS, Ens(sg) Jestayre "Jester" Lavorre - 16:32) Standing on the outside of the rabble, a drink in hand, some sort of pink cocktail with a large purple lollipop sticking out of it Jester continued to watch with great interest the gathering of the crew in the Starlight Lounge. When she had no appointments, it wasn't unheard or unseen that she would be seen roaming the corridors of the Exeter just watching people. Watching them, listening to them, laughing with and sometimes at them. People were fascinating and the more she saw of this crew upon the starship Exeter the more she enjoyed them. She was peripherally aware of Ensign Sleeford skirting the main section of the party, he looked very much like he was still switched "on" and hadn't lef the job in his Quarters. Something to work on in their next session she supposed as she watched el-Capitan Williams give a somewhat rousing speech to his crew ~he's certainly got their buy-in. Can he gain their unfettered loyalty and love?~ she thought to herself and privately wondered whether he'd accept it if he did. “Evening Jestayre. People watching?” came a voice to the side of her. Smiling and not changing the direction of her eyeline, "Paul. You ABSOLUTELY must grab yourself one of these drinks. It comes with a LOLLIPOP. What could possibly be better?" Then turning to pay attention to him, she could see the flabbergasted look on his face. "People Watching is my job," she clarified, "a Counsellor is never off-duty." and winked at him. "How about you? Why aren't you in the middle boogying? I'm sure if they ask they'd be happy to see your moves." Smiling Sleeford nodded. “I’m a security officer I can’t switch off 100 percent. I do have a question for you, that picture in your office, what is it? More importantly is it the right way up” "Such deftly dodged Paul. Which photo are you inquiring about? There are quite a few on the walls... oh are you referring to the... you know what" she nodded her head downwards, "behind the desk? If so, what do you think it is? I'm always interesting in hearing peoples theories." (Reply Sleeford) Their conversation about the photo went on and then the Security Officer had another question, “So what is an Orion doing on a Federation ship, last I heard we weren’t exactly good neighbours." "Now THAT is an odd question. There are multiple Orions just based on this ship." she wasn't offended by the quesiton, and laughed to let Sleeford know that. "As an Orion the only thing standing in my way of joining Starfleet is the disapproval from a small portion of my race. Orions have been passing through Starfleets Academy for many many years and I don't expect that to change any time soon." (Reply Sleeford) "Now, I'm going to grab another one of these fabulous drinks. I would very much like to see you dancing in the middle of the dance floor before the evenings out. Let your hair down Paul and see where the night takes you!" As she began moving away, he flashed a smile her way and then began moving towards the centre of the room. ~Go Paul~ she thought as she ordered another drink. (Reply Sleeford, any present) (Posted by Jono Bradley - Jester Lavorre) (USS Exeter - The Starlight Lounge – 2O/CEO – Lieutenant Keira Merek – 1637) Keira had kept a minimal crew on duty in Engineering. With the warp core running smoothly for over 24 hours now, the chances of a mishap or unforeseen circumstance were now below miniscule. She had also made sure to invite the intern Rissa to join the festivities. It was uncertain if she was going to show, but if she did plenty of opportunities would be available for her to expand her acquaintance and friendship base. The Lounge was orders more aesthetically pleasing when it was all lit up and functioning, than the last time she was in here and the shipments of furniture were coming in on the anti-grav lifts. No sooner did Keira show up and grab a drink, and Trip was already addressing the whole crew via combadge. “Thank you.” Keira whispered to the serving staff dressed in purple just an instant before the Commanding Officer spoke. "Captain Williams to all crew. I want to commend you all again for all the hard work that you have put into getting the Exeter ready for launch and for the last day and a half, a successful first day. You have all worked hard to get us to this point. I could not be prouder. Our good counselor has reminded me of the importance of making sure we take time to recharge and not over tax ourselves. Our Director of Recreation and Special Events has put together a party in the Starlight Lounge to commemorate the success of our launch as we continue to make our way to Bajor to fulfill the obligations of our first mission. The party will run until 22:00, it is come and go as you wish. We will be here for you. So to you, my crew, thank you for rising to the challenge. The bonds this crew forms in the coming months will be the bonds that carry us forward in our mission to restore hope in the Federation and Starfleet. I am proud of you all. Captain Williams, out." “Here-here.” Keira said and downed the glass of Chateau Picard Champaign she was given. ~I wonder where Ravok is?~ She thought to herself as she set about to mingle. (Reply any) (posted by Todd) (USS Exeter - The Starlight Lounge – Assistant CScio - Ensign SG – Adala Michaels - 16:40) Adala stepped into the lounge and looked around. She would have prefered to stay in the lab and work, the holodeck or her quarters. She wasn't really a people person. She had a few friends Erin .... her boss now, and Ravok but stayed pretty much to herself, otherwise. She took in the faces of those she knew and noted those she didn't ... (posted by Kathleen) (USS Exeter - The Starlight Lounge – MO, Ensign SG Kyros Ryelle- 16:43) Ryelle looked around the Starlight lounge, it was beautiful and expansive, though a little to posh for his tastes. Still he did like being around people, he liked going to the parties, and he liked all the delicious finger foods offered. Especially the ones from Earth. There was something about fried mac and cheese balls and egg rolls that made him giddy. As a physician he highly discouraged fried food, but after enjoying funnel cake for the first time with his good friend Dr. Quinna Solace over a year ago, he was all about the tasty fried treats. He never passed up an opportunity to eat something fried. Walking around munching on what he was told is called a buffalo wing, though he had never seen anything in Earthen zoology that indicated that buffaloes had wings, he noticed one of the science officers standing by herself. ~Perhaps she knows?~ The truth is, for all his time in the academy, Ryelle avoided all the unhealthy Human foods. It was his first buffalo wing and he was curious. Approaching the science officer, the Bajoran Doctor smiled. "Excuse me Ensign, my name is Dr. Kyros, one of the medical officers. You are a science officer, correct?" (Reply Adala) "It's a pleasure to meet you." He said with a smile, "I had a question, so I don't normally eat Earth foods, and this my first buffalo wing, and it is delicious. However, I was under the impression that buffaloes did not have wings. Is there a secret winged species of buffalo?" (Reply Adala) (reply Adala) (posted by Will) (USS Exeter - The Starlight Lounge – - Assistant CScio - Ensign SG – Adala Michaels - 16:44) Adala stood, sipping her drink, room watching. She'd not spoken to anyone yet when one of the medical staff, one she'd not met yet stepped to her side. "Excuse me Ensign, my name is Dr. Kyros, one of the medical officers. You are a science officer, correct?" Adala nodded "Yes I am, Adala Michaels. Nice to meet you" "It's a pleasure to meet you." He said with a smile, "I had a question, so I don't normally eat Earth foods, and this my first buffalo wing, and it is delicious. However, I was under the impression that buffaloes did not have wings. Is there a secret winged species of buffalo?" Adala let out a small laugh. "They are not from a buffalo, they are only called that. They are actually chicken wings." She shook her head. "I am not sure why they are called that." Truth be told, she'd never thought about why they were called buffalo wings when they came from chickens. (Reply: Ryelle) (Posted by: Kathleen) (USS Exeter - The Starlight Lounge – MO, Ensign SG Kyros Ryelle, MD- 16:45) dala let out a small laugh. "They are not from a buffalo, they are only called that. They are actually chicken wings." She shook her head. "I am not sure why they are called that." Truth be told, she'd never thought about why they were called buffalo wings when they came from chickens. "Ah, interesting, I guess that makes sense, it did taste like chicken. I would assume a buffalo would probably taste more like your Earth cow. Probably would make for a very tasty burger." (Reply Adala) "Have you ever had a funnel cake?" Ryelle said with a smile, "Of all your Earth foods, that is probably my favorite." (Reply Adala) At that moment, he saw his friend, the Orion engineer Galu Vozi. "Galu, Galu, come over here for a second." (reply Galu) "Galu did you know that these buffalo wings are actually chicken? I mean I knew earthlings named things weird, but I wonder why they decided to name a chicken wing, a buffalo wing. They should have named them a pig wing, and played into the when pigs fly phrase." (reply Galu) "By the way Galu, this is Ensign Adala Michaels. Adala, this is Galu, he's an engineer and a swell guy." (reply Galu, Adala) Ryelle then looked at the clock on the wall. "Well this is awkward, but I need to head back to sickbay, I only came to eat the delicious finger foods, then need to go back on shift. Hopefully in a few hours I can sneak away for some more of these, not buffalo chicken wings. Farewell." (reply Galu, Adala) Ryelle then nodded at the two and headed towards sickbay. (reply Galu, Adala) (posted by Will) (USS Exeter - Deck 9-The Starlight Lounge - Chief of the Boat MCPO Erik Knight- 16:46) Erik stood off to the side with his back to the bar. Watching the captain interact with various members of the crew, enlisted and officers alike. ~ That young man has the weight of the world on his shoulders, he smiles with confidence, shakes hands with confidence, but his eyes...his eyes convey the young man whose just trying make sense of everything. You'll figure it out son~ Erik noted to himself. He looked around at the other officers, noticing their portrayal of confidence. ~ They'll find it they always do~ He noticed the captain seemed to have a minute of freedom. Erik decided to walk over and join the trend. He approached Captain Willams, who seemed to be looking out at everyone, in a room full of people, but alone with his thoughts. " Good evening Captain, I hope I'm not disturbing you" ( reply Trip) " I'm doing fine Sir , just fine. If you have a moment , I'd like to have a word Captain" Erik said looking at the officers around the captain. ( reply Trip) Erik and Trip walked around the starlight lounge making their way past various members of the crew. " Still surreal isn't it Captain? All of this" Erik asked with a smile and a hand gesture ( reply Trip) Erik laughed , a light hearted laugh. " Well Sir, you have a fine ship and the makings of a fine crew. Once the gears get moving , everything will fall into place." ( reply Trip) Erik stopped walking and looked at Trip " I dont want to keep you long Sir, I just wanted to let you know. You're doing as fine a job as possible and if you ever need anything , I'm here for you" ( reply Trip ) ( posted by Rob Davis - Spc- MCPO Erik Knight) (USS Exeter - Deck 9-The Starlight Lounge - CO, Lt. Commander Trip Williams- 16:47) " Good evening Captain, I hope I'm not disturbing you" "Not at all, it's a party, I'm supposed to be approached by the crew. How are you doing Master Chief? " I'm doing fine Sir , just fine. If you have a moment , I'd like to have a word Captain" Erik said looking at the officers around the captain. "Alright then." Erik and Trip walked around the starlight lounge making their way past various members of the crew. " Still surreal isn't it Captain? All of this" Erik asked with a smile and a hand gesture "Master Chief, and here I thought there was an issue of great concern, turns out you're just a cheesy romantic." Erik laughed , a light hearted laugh. " Well Sir, you have a fine ship and the makings of a fine crew. Once the gears get moving , everything will fall into place." "They already have Master Chief, we're firing on all cylinders. I think these guys will exceed all expectations." Erik stopped walking and looked at Trip " I don't want to keep you long Sir, I just wanted to let you know. You're doing as fine a job as possible and if you ever need anything , I'm here for you " "I appreciate that Master Chief. I really do." Trip smiled. At that moment he noticed one of the ships tactical officers. ~Oh, that's Ensign More. I've done my best over the last week to introduce myself to every member of the crew, but Ensign More was assinged to us the day before launch, he's one of the last of the ship's officer compliment that I have to meet.~ "Excuse me Master Chief, I need to go do some Captainly schmoozing. Feel free to stop by the Ready Room tomorrow, we can have this conversation in earnest then." (Reply Knight iyw) Trip nodded at the Master Chief and walked over to Ensign More. "Ensign More," Trip said with a soft smile, "That is who you are correct?" (reply More) "It is a pleasure to meet you Ensign. I'm trying my best to meet all the crew. As you were assigned to us at the last minute, I haven't had the opportunity." (reply More) "How have you found our little ship so far?" (reply More) (reply Knight, More) (posted by Will) (USS Exeter - The Starlight Lounge – Assistant CScio - Ensign SG – Adala Michaels - 16:48) "Ah, interesting, I guess that makes sense, it did taste like chicken. I would assume a buffalo would probably taste more like your Earth cow. Probably would make for a very tasty burger." Adala nodded "I have had a few burgers. Some of them were tasty. Although I prefer a good salad more often than a burger." "Have you ever had a funnel cake?" Ryelle said with a smile, "Of all your Earth foods, that is probably my favorite." She shook her head to his next question. "Now that I haven't had. What is a funnel cake?" (reply Ryelle) At that moment, he saw his friend, the Orion engineer Galu Vozi. "Galu, Galu, come over here for a second." (reply Galu) "Galu did you know that these buffalo wings are actually chicken? I mean I knew earthlings named things weird, but I wonder why they decided to name a chicken wing, a buffalo wing. They should have named them a pig wing, and played into the when pigs fly phrase." (reply Galu) "By the way Galu, this is Ensign Adala Michaels. Adala, this is Galu, he's an engineer and a swell guy." (reply Galu) Adala nodded to the young man who had joined them. (reply Galu) Ryelle then looked at the clock on the wall. "Well this is awkward, but I need to head back to sickbay, I only came to eat the delicious finger foods, then need to go back on shift. Hopefully in a few hours I can sneak away for some more of these, not buffalo chicken wings. Farewell." Adala smiled and nodded. "Maybe I will see you later. I am not sure how long I will be staying. Thanks for the nice chat." (reply Galu) She watched as the doctor headed out the door. (reply Galu, Ryelle) (posted by Kathleen) (USS Exeter - Deck 9-The Starlight Lounge - SEC/TAC , Ens. Stan More - 16:49 ) Stan was not sure it had been a good idea. To bring his pet dog with him. The German Shepard puppy had nearly made him late. They had almost missed the USS Exeter. She had picked that exact moment to dislike airlocks. In the end he had to scoop her up and carry her. He had to go through all the usual checks. While holding her in his arms. She of course felt it was great and licked his face throughout. After making sure she was safely tucked into her basket and play area. He made his way to the Starlight lounge. Stan was nervous. He only hoped the story of his arrival. Had not spread through his new crew mates. "Ensign More," Trip said with a soft smile, "That is who you are correct?" “ Yes sir. Ensign Stan More sir.” Stan replied politely. "It is a pleasure to meet you Ensign. I'm trying my best to meet all the crew. As you were assigned to us at the last minute, I haven't had the opportunity." “ Thank you sir. It is a pleasure to meet you as well Captain.”Stan said shaking his hand. "How have you found our little ship so far?" “ She is a bonny ship Captain.”Stan replied ( Reply Trip ) “ Sorry. I spent my teenage years living in Edinburgh. So sometimes the odd Scottish word pokes through.” Stan explained ( Reply Trip ) “ North West London to start with. My parents are Archaeologists. So many a summer myself and my younger brother and twin sisters. Would be dragged off to some dig in the Alpha quadrant. Then my parents got teaching posts at the University in Edinburgh. So that’s where we ended up Captain.” Stan explained. ( Reply Trip ) “ I have yet to meet my department head Captain? “ Stan said (reply Trip ) (posted by Norman ) (USS Exeter - The Starlight Lounge – Shuttle Bay Officer - Ensign JG – Isra Tiar - 16:50) Isra fussed with her uniform and took a deep breath before entering the lounge. She nodded to those she knew as she moved to the bar. (reply any/all) Posted by Kathleen) (USS Exeter - The Starlight Lounge – 2O/CEO – Lieutenant Keira Merek – 1651) Milling about Keira was enjoying the ambience and was on her fifth drink, or was it sixth? Her cheeks were getting a little flushed showing a hint of green. She spotted Erin across the room. She plotted an intercept course through the crown and snagged two flutes of the Chateau Picard Champagne in the middle of her flyby. She approached her friend from the left flank, not trying to be sneaky or malicious, just seemed the best approach. “Your hands are empty, here.” She announced and handed Erin one of the flutes. The bubbles merrily danced to the top with the slight agitation of handing it over. (Reply Cortez) “Six or five?” (Reply Cortez) “Did I drink six shots? Or only five? To tell you the truth in all this excitement I forgot.” (Reply Cortez) “I haven’t seen you in a bit, how have you been?” (Reply Cortez) “The last minute change of one of the labs to Exobiology, and you added to the crew roster, I figured that part out.” She said and downed her flute of sparkling liquid. ~If it wasn’t six, it is now.~ (Reply Cortez) (Posted by Todd) (USS Exeter - Deck 9-The Starlight Lounge - CO, Lt. Commander Trip Williams - 16:52 ) “ She is a bonny ship Captain.”Stan replied "Bonny ship, huh, not sure I've heard that one before." “ Sorry. I spent my teenage years living in Edinburgh. So sometimes the odd Scottish word pokes through.” Stan explained "Oh so you're Scottish then?" “ North West London to start with. My parents are Archaeologists. So many a summer myself and my younger brother and twin sisters. Would be dragged off to some dig in the Alpha quadrant. Then my parents got teaching posts at the University in Edinburgh. So that’s where we ended up Captain.” Stan explained. "Makes sense. We grow up where our parents work. It's why I grew up in San Francisco, easiest place to live when both parents work at Statfleet HQ." “ I have yet to meet my department head Captain? “ Stan said "Ensign Dareshaa should be around here somewhere, she's not hard to miss, the green skin makes her stand out. Although it might be better to go visit her in her office tomorrow. Who knows what business will be talked about, and well, easier to do not at a party." (reply More) "You know you should talk to Ensign Greta Smith, she's in your department, she's Scottish, I think you might have loads to talk about. She's also not hard to miss. Since her fiance proposed to her, she's been telling everyone who will listen. Rumor has it she spent an hour in the holodeck earlier just telling a hologram program of a crowd of people that she was getting married." Trip let out a chuckle, "Or so the rumor goes." (reply More) At that moment Trip saw Ensign Sleeford walk by, "Ensign Sleeford come over here for a moment will you." (reply Sleeford) Once Paul had come over Trip smiled, "Ensign Sleeford, I want to introduce you to Ensign More." (Reply Sleeford) "Ensign Sleeford is the Assistant Chief Tactical officer. Stan the man here was a late addition to your department. Just thought I'd make a quick introduction. Now then Paul, Stan, if you will excuse me..." Trip paused and the sighed a deep sigh, "I have to go mingle." (reply Sleeford, More) Trip then smiled and left back into the crowd. (reply Sleeford, More, any) (posted by Will) (USS Exeter - The Starlight Lounge – CSO Lt JG Erin Cortez – 1653) Sitting by herself, Erin had felt out of place. Ailynn was off doing her command thing, all the others were talking and she was by herself. Your hands are empty, here.” said the voice as a flute of champagne came into view. Looking up, she smiled as she saw her friend Keira. "How many of those have you had? You look buzzed." “Six or five?” "Keira… honestly you should slow down." “Did I drink six shots? Or only five? To tell you the truth in all this excitement I forgot.” "Excitement… yeah I suppose…" Erin said softly. “I haven’t seen you in a bit, how have you been?” "I'm okay. Good actually. Things are good. Chief science officer . …" she raised an eyebrow as she saw the look on her friends face, "You already knew." “The last minute change of one of the labs to Exobiology, and you added to the crew roster, I figured that part out.” "It's that easy to read me, so people say." (Reply Keira) "Oh nothing. Just something a friend said to me. Back on earth. " (Reply Keira) "Ravok might have met him. He's the new Flight chief on Mars. He's a good guy but he's blunt, opinionated and well, insightful." (Reply Keira) (Posted by Jackie) (USS Exeter - Deck 9-The Starlight Lounge –Communications specialist Petty officer 3rd class Nesha Kervik- 1654) Nesha was looking out the window into the void of space, the gathering carrying on behind her. She closed her eyes focusing her hearing to listen to the different conversations. A few of the conversations made her laugh. Some of the conversations made her confused beyond all reasoning. She opened her eyes and turned around to start walking back towards the concentration of people when suddenly she slammed into someone and dropped her drink. " Oh no I am so sorry " she said before even looking at the person , her eyes were on the floor. When she looked up she shrieked and stepped back looking up at the towering figure in front of her . It was Petty officer Sytuk. " I'm so sorry are you ok ? " she asked. Sytuk looked at her and stepped towards her looking her in the eye. " I guess I should watch where I'm going huh ?" She asked nervously. Sytuk crouched down in front of her and started scooping the pieces of shattered glass into his hand. " I'm fine Petty officer Kervik" he said as he stood back up cupping the glass in his hand. He looked at a table and saw a folded cloth napkin he grabbed it and started cleaning the floor up. " You don't have to do that" Nesha exclaimed. " The recreation director put a lot of work into this event. The least we can do is clean up our messes " Sytuk replied. With the mess cleaned up and walked over to the nearest recpeticol and dumped the glass and dirty cloth napkin into it. He looked at Nesha and started to walk away from her. She rushed over to him " Hey hang on" Sytuk stopped and turned to her " What?" " Are you here with anyone ? " she asked. He looked around. " No" He went to walk away again and she reached out and grabbed his arm. " You dont have to lea..." Sytuk grabbed her hand " Petty officer Kervik, with all due respect, never touch me again." He felt his rage building inside of him. He closed his eyes calming his mind . He opened his eyes and released her hand. " I'm sorry " he said sincerely. She just looked at him with embarrassment in her eyes. " No I'm sorry, I touched you without permission, please forgive me " Sytuk took a deep breath. " Its not you who needs forgivness...it is me" He said as he walked away. Nesha watched him walk away , she had encountered Remans before but he seemed different. When he grabbed her hand for some reason she could only think about a beach , water rushing onto the warm sands. She could feel the warmth of the sun on her skin ,the cool breeze of the ocean air. ~ That was odd~ she thought. She walked back to the bar. After ordering another champagne she noticed Ensign M'Rurrh to her left. " Good evening Sir, how are you?" ( reply M'Rurrh) " My cousin Lieutenant Ravok told me about your holodeck adventure ,Skyrim I do believe it was called. If you ever want a holodeck adventuring partner , I would be more than willing to join you Sir." ( reply M'Rurrh) Neshed smiled and sipped her champagne. " This synthetic alcohol crap needs to go. I'm sorry " she said with a laugh. " My cousin has a few cases of Romulan ale in his quarters ,a few others have various authentic beverages from their respective homeworlds as well. But I've come to find that nothing beats a good ole long island iced tea" she said laughing. ( reply M'Rurrh ) ( posted by Davis - SPC- PO3 Nesha Kervik) (USS Exeter - Deck 9 - The Starlight Lounge - TAC/SEC, Ens Stan More - 16:55) Stan listened intently as Trip spoke. "Ensign Dareshaa should be around here somewhere, she's not hard to miss, the green skin makes her stand out. Although it might be better to go visit her in her office tomorrow. Who knows what business will be talked about, and well, easier to do not at a party." “ Ouch. I understand fully sir.” Stan agreed. Stan Understood fully. He once had a friend who tried to talk seriously about politics at a party. Everyone was too happy to listen. So his friend got into a sulk and refused to talk to anyone. For a week after. "You know you should talk to Ensign Greta Smith, she's in your department, she's Scottish, I think you might have loads to talk about. She's also not hard to miss. Since her fiance proposed to her, she's been telling everyone who will listen. Rumor has it she spent an hour in the holodeck earlier just telling a hologram program of a crowd of people that she was getting married." Trip let out a chuckle, "Or so the rumor goes." “ They say it’s a wee universe.” Stan said amazed another fellow Scot was on the crew. At that moment Trip saw Ensign Sleeford walk by, "Ensign Sleeford come over here for a moment will you." (reply Sleeford) Once Paul had come over Trip smiled, "Ensign Sleeford, I want to introduce you to Ensign More." (Reply Sleeford) "Ensign Sleeford is the Assistant Chief Tactical officer. Stan the man here was a late addition to your department. Just thought I'd make a quick introduction. Now then Paul, Stan, if you will excuse me..." Trip paused and the sighed a deep sigh, "I have to go mingle." “ Aye Captain it was good to meet you.” Stan replied (reply Sleeford, More) Trip then smiled and left back into the crowd. “ So. Tell me about yourself? “ Stan asked ( Reply Sleeford ) Nodding Stan told Paul about. How he was born in London. But grew up in Scotland. He also mentioned his Archaeologist parents. “ So until they took teaching posts at the University in Edinburgh. My younger Brother, myself and twin sisters were dragged around. All archaeological digs in the Alpha Quadrant.” He explained. ( Reply Sleeford ) “ Agreed. What’s the Exeter like security wise? Any outstanding problems I need to be warned about?” He asked Paul. (reply Sleeford ) (posted by Norman ) (USS Exeter - The Starlight Lounge – 2O/CEO – Lieutenant Keira Merek – 1657) "It's that easy to read me, so people say." Erin said. “Which people. I think you’re a pretty complex read.” Keira admitted. "Oh nothing. Just something a friend said to me. Back on Earth. " Erin answered. “Which friend? Have I met them?” Keira asked as she sat down across from Cortez. "Ravok might have met him. He's the new Flight chief on Mars. He's a good guy but he's blunt, opinionated and well, insightful." The newly minted science officer explained. “Speaking as one of your friendly neighborhood hammers, one of your cut to the chase kinda gals, blunt can be good. You always know what you have.” Keira said. (Reply Cortez) “Can you tell me more about him?” Keira asked. (Reply Cortez) “Sounds like you admire him. Is he more than a friend?” Keira asked, cutting straight to the quick. (Reply Cortez) “You can’t blame me. I just want to see you happy. If you want to take your time, hey I’m here for you. Ravok and I are taking our time. We’ve got our whole lives ahead of us, you do too. Hell, even if he’s not on your scanners and you want to fly solo for a bit, that’s cool too.” (Reply Cortez) “Yeah, who’d have thought that would happen?” she laughed. “Ravok and I should have you over for dinner sometime.” (Reply Cortez) “Ravok, cook?” She laughed again, “Not yet, no. I mean he can order from the replicator, which is honestly the type VIs we have on the Exeter are better than the Type III we installed on Mars over a year ago.” She paused as a wave of nostalgia washed over her, “Damn, that was only a year ago, seems like a lifetime, you know?” (Reply Cortez, any) (posted by Todd) (USS Exeter - The Starlight Lounge – 2O/CEO – Lieutenant Keira Merek – 1657) "It's that easy to read me, so people say." Erin said. “Which people. I think you’re a pretty complex read.” Keira admitted. "Oh nothing. Just something a friend said to me. Back on Earth. " Erin answered. “Which friend? Have I met them?” Keira asked as she sat down across from Cortez. "Ravok might have met him. He's the new Flight chief on Mars. He's a good guy but he's blunt, opinionated and well, insightful." The newly minted science officer explained. “Speaking as one of your friendly neighborhood hammers, one of your cut to the chase kinda gals, blunt can be good. You always know what you have.” Keira said. (Reply Cortez) “Can you tell me more about him?” Keira asked. (Reply Cortez) “Sounds like you admire him. Is he more than a friend?” Keira asked, cutting straight to the quick. (Reply Cortez) “You can’t blame me. I just want to see you happy. If you want to take your time, hey I’m here for you. Ravok and I are taking our time. We’ve got our whole lives ahead of us, you do too. Hell, even if he’s not on your scanners and you want to fly solo for a bit, that’s cool too.” (Reply Cortez) “Yeah, who’d have thought that would happen?” she laughed. “Ravok and I should have you over for dinner sometime.” (Reply Cortez) “Ravok, cook?” She laughed again, “Not yet, no. I mean he can order from the replicator, which is honestly the type VIs we have on the Exeter are better than the Type III we installed on Mars over a year ago.” She paused as a wave of nostalgia washed over her, “Damn, that was only a year ago, seems like a lifetime, you know?” (Reply Cortez, any) (posted by Todd) (USS Exeter – Starlight lounge – aCoS Ens (SG) Paul Sleeford - 16:58) Standing in the corner chatting with Lavorre watching who was coming and going, unable to completely switch off as a security officer as the question about dancing came his way Sleeford smiled and deflected the question. "Such deftly dodged Paul. Which photo are you inquiring about? There are quite a few on the walls... oh are you referring to the... you know what" she nodded her head downwards, "behind the desk? If so, what do you think it is? I'm always interesting in hearing peoples theories." Placing his head to one side he thought about the picture, “It looks like a cross between a large marrow and a a .. to be honest I would know how to describe it, it’s interesting” Their conversation about the photo went on and then the Security Officer had another question, “So what is an Orion doing on a Federation ship, last I heard we weren’t exactly good neighbours." "Now THAT is an odd question. There are multiple Orions just based on this ship." she wasn't offended by the question, and laughed to let Sleeford know that. "As an Orion the only thing standing in my way of joining Starfleet is the disapproval from a small portion of my race. Orions have been passing through Starfleets Academy for many many years and I don't expect that to change any time soon." Sleeford looked down at the slightly smaller green skinned woman beside him, “well to be honest, if their all as good looking as you, i have no problems with that” "Now, I'm going to grab another one of these fabulous drinks. I would very much like to see you dancing in the middle of the dance floor before the evenings out. Let your hair down Paul and see where the night takes you!" As he moved away, “I’ll dance if you’re going to dance with me.” Chuckling Sleeford continued on towards the other side, trying to pass the Captain who was in conversation with another security officer, hearing the Capt., call him over Sleeford knew he’d failed. “Captain?” Sleeford stood slightly more erect, even though the occasion was informal it was still the ships captain. "Ensign Sleeford, I want to introduce you to Ensign More." “Welcome aboard the Exeter Ensign” "Ensign Sleeford is the Assistant Chief Tactical officer. Stan the man here was a late addition to your department. Just thought I'd make a quick introduction. Now then Paul, Stan, if you will excuse me..." Trip paused and the sighed a deep sigh, "I have to go mingle." “ Aye Captain it was good to meet you.” Stan replied Nodding Sleeford watched at Williams left. Watching the captains’ back as he vanished into the crowd. “ So. Tell me about yourself? “ Stan asked “No much to tell, former Marine Officer, medical discharged out of the corps, joined Fleet, I was posted to Mars, I spent just over a year there, now I’m here. That’s my career in a nut shell, my mother and step-father run a farm, back home, I have a sister with two young nephews, who run her and her husband ragged, like most three year olds” Nodding Stan told Paul about. How he was born in London. But grew up in Scotland. He also mentioned his Archaeologist parents. “ So until they took teaching posts at the University in Edinburgh. My younger Brother, myself and twin sisters were dragged around. All archaeological digs in the Alpha Quadrant.” He explained. Smiling Sleeford glanced round the room,” An interesting life. Seeing history, where it was made, I grew up making sure the wheat got water, the sheep where sheered and the pigs got fed, don’t get me wrong it was a good life, just a little boring” “ Agreed. What’s the Exeter like security wise? Any outstanding problems I need to be warned about?” He asked Paul. “Security wise, she’s fine, as a new ship there no major problems, other than the usual, loads of corridors and compartments, most of the time I’ve spent doing drills and training with Beta shift, range work, boarding drills, anti boarding drills, on Mars it was something to keep them busy and not soft, here it’s more important. Well you never know.” (Reply More) (posted by Alistair) (USS Exeter - The Starlight Lounge – StratOPS, Ensign SG Billy Alexander- 17:00) Billy loved a good party. He loved the music, and there was a nice instrumental soundtrack playing over the speakers. Not too loud, but a beautiful recording of flamenco guitar. The reality was that the acoustics in the Starlight Lounge were amazing. With a beer in hand, and Ash had done a good job getting a supply of good, real beer, he walked around the party saying hello and engaging in small talk. There was a good number of crew there, with many coming and going. After all, there was still work to do. Not paying attention, as he was watching the tray of candied bacon past by him, sadly empty, he accidentally bumped into one of the officers. "Oh excuse me," Billy said apologetically, "I wasn't paying attention, are you alight?" (reply Dareshaa) "Good, I'm glad." Billy said, "Names Billy, Billy Alexander, Strategic Operations Analyst, I do not believe we've met yet." (reply Dareshaa) (reply Dareshaa) (posted by Will) (USS Exeter - The Starlight Lounge - Chief Tactical Officer Ensign Dareshaa - 1702) The captain had setup a party for the crew. The captain was young, and he certainly had his own unique way of doing things. Dareshaa, one who enjoys parties, felt it was a decision that many captains before Commander Williams would not have chosen. Never the less the party was set and thrown. There was no doubt in Dareshaa's mind that some officers felt that they had to be here rather than wanting to be. The Chief Tactical Officer was officially off duty and she no longer donned her official uniform, but rather wore something more to her personal taste and appropriate for a party. As she enjoyed her drink and mingling with other guests someone bumped into her which spilled her drink over her shirt. "Oh excuse me," Billy said apologetically, "I wasn't paying attention, are you alight?" "I am, but unfortunately, I'm all wet now." Dareshaa said with an even tone. "Good, I'm glad." Billy said, "Names Billy, Billy Alexander, Strategic Operations Analyst, I do not believe we've met yet." Using a napkin Dareshaa soaked up the liquid from her chest. "It's a joy to meet you Billy. I am Dareshaa, the Chief Tactical Officer. Don't worry, I'm not going to arrest you." She placed her hand on Billy's upper arm laughing. (reply Alexander) "I would be happy to take another drink. But maybe you shouldn't," she winked at him as a nod to his run in with her. (reply Alexander) (posted by Calvin Capps) (USS Exeter - The Starlight Lounge – Assistant Chief Flight Officer, Ensign SG Ronnie Winters - 17:15) Ronnie loved the Starlight Lounge, it was so pretty, so sleek, and the soft purple light that added to the ambience of the room made her happy. Purple was her favorite color. Ronnie had had a rather sombre and lonely childhood, having been raised by her widowed grandmother after her parents died. They lived in a house out in the country, so there weren't very many kids her age to play with growing up. Which had made her sad as she was an extrovert, always wanting someone to talk to or play with. Which is why when she got to the Academy she was able to let her guard down a bit, have more friends, and be giddy. It allowed her moments of peace and rest from the burden she had placed on herself of making sure the future was better than her past. She wasn't necessarily a party girl, but she was a shameless unintentional flirt. Her grandmother told her that she probably inherited some of those qualities from her father. She sat down at the bar to order an appletini and just so happened to sit next to the Chief Medical Officer. "Oh hey there Doctor Vesepr," she said after placing her drink order. She was twirling her hair, though it was not a conscious action, just an idiosyncrasy that had developed as a child. (reply Vesper) "I didn't take you for the party type, or are you just here because you don't want to tick off the captain on the second day." She laughed a little, hopefully he would see that she was joking. (reply Vesper) (reply Vesper) (posted by Will) (USS Exeter - The Starlight Lounge – CMO – Ens Gabe Vesper - 17:17) Walking across the threashold from the corridor to the lounge Gabe shuddered, he hated the idea of being here, he knew he wasn’t going to enjoy it, he knew he would feel uncomfortable and most importantly, he knew he needed an excuse to leave. Looking around the room he smiled at the various officers he knew, some from the endless list of medicals, some from Mars. ~keep it together, give it an hour and then head off out, you’re a department head you have to do this.~ the idea of faking a medical emergency crossed his mind but he knew it wouldn’t work. Finding an empty seat at the bar he ordered a Romulin Ale, he hated the drink but the burn would be enough to distract him from the hell. The seat next to him suddenly became empty and Gabe relaxed a little with the extra space. As soon as he relaxed a voice ordering a drink and filling the void made him slightly recoil. He turned and focused on the array of bottles behind the bar so not to draw attention to himself. "Oh hey there Doctor Vesepr," Sighing silently he spun a little in his seat to see who it was. “Oh Ensign Winters, good evening.” "I didn't take you for the party type, or are you just here because you don't want to tick off the captain on the second day." She laughed a little, hopefully he would see that she was joking. “a little of both im afraid, ive never been great in parties, large crowds or anything to be honest. Much rather hide away with my tool kit and create something.” Gabe took a drink and reacted to the sharp taste coughing he smiled the same smile he had been trying to perfect all the way through the medicals “you? Are you planning to annoy the captain?” (reply Winters) (posted by mat) (USS Exeter - The Starlight Lounge – CMO, Ens Gabe Vesper and ACFO, Ens Ronnie Winters - 17:18) “you? Are you planning to annoy the captain?” Ronnie began laughing as she tucked her hair behind her ears. “Always. It’s my job to annoy my…. Former co-pilot I guess is the best way to describe it. Or rather, I guess technically I was his. Back when we were both in the fighter wing, I flew with Trip. If you’ve ever seen the old 20th century movie, Top Gun, I was the Goose to his Maverick, only I didn’t die.” Gabe watched as the woman pulled her hair behind her ears, hair had always been a thing for him and he loved it as people played with theirs. “Can't say i’ve ever seen it no” “I don’t know, I guess I just like teasing him. He gets my sense of humor, and I get his, and even though we’re the same age, it was nice to…. Learn from him. Though at some point he’s going to need to remember he’s only 23. Kinda worried the stress might get to him.” Relaxing a little Gabe laughed a more sincere laugh. “Oh to be 23 again. Must be nice having a crewmate that worries about you! The stress of the job is my worry to deal with.” “Anyways, so what about you? Has anyone left sickbay crying yet, or do you give everyone a lollipop?” “Erm, between me and you, I shouted at the third officer, which was fun until she looked like she was going to kill me. There was a crewman from operations that cried, but I think they wanted to be pulled from duty; its the first time ive ever told someone they were 100% medically fit only to see them breakdown, I had to get one of the nurses to deal with him. Not often a Klingon cries.” Gabe went to sip his drink and put it down. “I only ordered this as a distraction to the party, cant stand Romulin Ale normally. Want another?” he asked pointing to the glass Ronnie smiled, downed her appletini in one go, after all the personnel of the 1st Fighter Wing of Mars were none for handling their drink. She would always be a Spartan at heart. “Yup, another Appletini sounds nice. An even, er odd three.” Gabe ordered an Appletini and then a large Aldeberan Whisky “So, I wasnt always going to be a Medic, my mother was an Engineer and a Pilot, I almost joined as a flyboy, but my Uncle convinced me to stay in Med School.” “I always wanted to be a pilot. I grew up on stories from my grandmother. My dad was a pilot, before he, he died. And well Gran always told me stories about him, and about how much he loved flying, so when I got to the academy. Well its all I wanted to do. But then, well I didn’t qualify as a pilot, so I had to be a flight officer and be a co-pilot in the fighters, which was sad, but then I met Trip by chance and he got me plugged in to the Fighter Wing as his copilot. And it ruled. But when he offered me a chance to join the Exeter, and I’d get to be at the helm, well you know, I’ll miss the rush of a fighter, but I’d follow him anywhere.” There was a glow of accomplishment coming from Ronnie that Gabe liked. “Youre taken by him arent you?” Gabe handed the drinks out, he took a small sip and enjoyed the flavours passing his lips. “No, not like that. It’s just, you can ask anyone in the wing, we’d have died for him. Some did. It’s why Ravok and Ire and Greta are here. For Ravok and Ire to go from the XO and 2O of the wing, to department heads, that wasn’t a lateral move, its sort of small step back. Greta was a squadron leader, now she’s just a tactical officer. But we’d follow him anywhere. They are the family I never had, Trip….Trip is the family I never had. Made me feel welcome from the start. Mom and Dad died before I was out of diapers. Other than my grandparents, on both sides, I never really knew my family. So yeah, not taken, but….you know, grateful. What about you?’ “I never really knew most of my family, other than the majority are medics so I guess its all in the genes.” Looking around he saw the room filling and it getting louder “I really don't like these, but atleast its not dress uniform!” Gabe laughed a little, more to lighten the mood and convey a sense of enjoyment. “I don’t know, I think the boys always look cuter in dress uniforms. But that’s just me.” She said twirling her hair. “I’ll remember that, i'd rather be out of uniform than in one.” Gabe realised how that sounded and turned slightly away taking another sip of his drink. “It’s ok, you don’t have to stay long. We’ve seen you here. If anyone asks, I’ll say somebody stubbed their big toe or something.” “My ACMO is on duty, pending a shipwide emergency or a surgery. I don't have an excuse. Although I was going to ask for sickbay to call me out in about half an hour, but I don't think that would have worked. So, you like boys in dress uniforms, what about the boys in blue uniforms?” “Doctor Vesper, are you hitting on me?” She said with a laugh. “I just like cute boys.” “Absolutely not, I’m a professional” Gabe gave a small wink and called the barman over. “A Bajoran Ale and..?” Another Appletini for me.” she said and waited for her drink. This would be number four, but she knew she needed to pace herself this time. “Sorry, I’ve been told that due to my extroverted nature and my propensity to over share, I come off as a bit of a flirt.” she giggled a bit. “Thats a shame, im the opposite, i tend to keep myself to myself, but sometimes someone comes along and gets me out my shell….that or too much synthohol. Not that I have a problem, just clearing that up.” “You get drunk off of synthohol.” She said in disbelief, “Isn’t the whole point of synthohol to not get drunk and have all the other effects of alcohol.” She took a sip. “I only drink socially, but I prefer the real stuff. Sure hangovers suck, but it’s just a reminder that I’m not invincible.” “I was trying to make a joke, you should try it one day.” Gabe grinned. “I do need to warn you though, your sister is a dear friend of mine, so you better be careful what you say or I’ll tattle.” She smiled so he would know she was joking. “Oh touche, half sister. It would appear that erm, you are trying to get some leverage.” Gabe sipped his drink again, slightly happier that he had made it to the party. “No just stating a fact.” She took another sip. “Besides, it would take a lot more than you being the bro...half-brother of one of my best friends for me to think you’re cute.” “I would have thought being the half brother of your friend would have had the opposite effect.” Gabe sipped his drink again, feeling slightly out of his depth, unsure what really was now happening. “How do you know I’m not buttering you up to ask a question and a favor.” “Well it cant be that free pass on your physical, since I’m yet to see you. I can get you an invite to the family Christmas, but do you really want to be in a room full of Captains and Admirals? You’ll be better off with Trip there, at least he's not related to you or anyone of any brass” “I used to work for Dale, I’m already invited.” She smiled. “Actually it is about my physical. I had one done a week ago, before we got the notice of transfer to the Exeter. Was my yearly one as part of the Fighter Wing. Ailynn did it in her capacity as CMO of Mars. She gave me the all clear. I’d really like for it to count and not have to do another one. I can think of a thousand different things I could be doing rather than getting two physicals in 10 days.” Gabe felt an underlaying pang, so she was being nice to him just to get out of a medical, he felt the warm smile drop off his face and he went back into himself a little. "It is regulation for any transfer to undergo a brief medical at their arrival on a new ship" “Well, can’t blame a girl for trying.” she took a sip of her drink, “I’ll come in tomorrow when I’m a bit more, sober.” "Hmm" Gabe said sipping his drink and wondering if now was the time to leave. “So tell me Doctor, or can I call you Gabe. Since you don’t like crowds, what do you do for fun?” ~maybe not~ "depends, I enjoy some extreme sports, or orbiting a planet with the cockpit lights on low listening to ancient earth music, you? And yes, Gabe is more preferable" “Don’t judge, but I have two things I like to do, one very stereotypical, one not.” “Sounds interesting...go on” Gabe said lining up the drinks again. “At the end of a long day, I like sitting in my jammies, watching cheesy romance movies, and eating ice cream. But I also love baseball. It’s so cerebral, just every little piece. One of the few things my Gran and I would do for fun, well that involved traveling was going to baseball games. We went to the Championship series every year before she died.” “Baseball, I’ve never really got involved. Wasnt there an Ensign years ago that loved it, encouraged the Captian of a Bolian freighter to play a game? Nothing beats the feel of lounging out on the sofa though, i agree. So you like old movies?” “I think a lot of junior officers got into baseball out of hero worship for Captain Sisko, but I grew up loving the game. As for old movies, I just love movies. But I like the romantic comedies the best. Everyone is just so dumb and oblivious, and it’s like thats not how it would ever be in real life. Honestly, I don’t watch it for the romance, ok this is going to make me sound like a terrible person, promise not to judge?” ~Sisko liked baseball, I thought he hated it~ “Go on…” “I like watching them, because I enjoy watching the characters make absolute asses of themselves.” “I know what you mean, in a old earth langue its called Schadenfreude, laughing at the misfortune of others. Wouldnt happen in real life, not like someone could actually walk into a bar, happen to sit next to the right person, strike up a conversation and well you know. Thats like a predestination paradox and such. Not that I know, I'm a doctor not a temporal mechanic.” Gabe said with a smile.” “Oh please, that makes a lot more sense than real life. I mean come on. Just look at our captain and his wife. You’ve heard the story right?” “No but im probably going to” “Trip’s 15, Ash is almost 17, almost 18. They’re at a Prom after party at Trip’s cousin’s house. Trip was there because he went with your sister, because she couldn’t find a date. Someone spikes the punch, Trip and Ash are drunk. They make out. For years, Trip isn’t sure if he made out with Ailynn, who is his best friend or Ash. Then years later, the two meet again on Mars. They start becoming good friends, they go to Trill, and Ailynn gets sick. Turns out they needs some stem cells, and Ash is a match, oh wow, turns out Ash is Ailynn’s niece, given up by adoption by Dale, who just so happens to be Trip’s mentor. Then they fall in love, and now Trip is married to the girl he drunkenly made out with in high school, who turns out to be the daughter of his mentor and the aunt of his best friend. Trust me, the whole serendipitous bar encounter, followed by the will they wont they rivalry, followed by the big fight, then the reconciliation and the happily ever sounds a lot more realistic than half the marriages in Starfleet.” “Well when you put it like that, listen can I ask you something?” “Sure,” she said as she finished her drink, “I’m four drinks in, so I’ll probably answer truthfully, but four drink Ronnie is a bit of an ass.” “Well, Bean me up is open, do you want some icecream and a coffee?” Gabe knew the answer might be a no, he instantly regretted asking it and wished he could pull it back from the ether, but it was there, waiting to be answered. “What, so you got four drinks into me, now you want to get me all hyped up on caffeine and sugar. What so I’m so off the wall you can get into my pants. Come on Gabe, you gotta try harder than that.” She winked at him playfully. “That only works on six drink Ronnie.” She smiled, “She’s a bit of a slut. Thankfully five drink Ronnie is a prude, and usually stops.” She giggled. Gabe looked stunned ~barkeep two large appletinins~ before he could say anything Ronnie spoke again. “A coffee sounds lovely. It’s getting a bit noisy in here.” “You think Trip will let you out of his party?” Gabe took the lead, grabbed Ronnies hand and ducked them behind a covered area of the bar. Holding her closer than normal “this is the drink im never this spontaneous” he tapped his badge, “Computer medical override auth Vesper alpha 3691 delta, site to site transport to deck nine section seven” “Well this is a bit excessive,” She said as the transporter beam enveloped them. “I mean, the party is come and go, and Trip’s my old partner, its not like hes my D…” The beam enveloped them both and they were gone. (Reply None) (Posted by Will and Mat) (USS Exeter - Deck 9-The Starlight Lounge –COO Lieutenant jg Ravok & ACSO Ensign Sg. Adala Michaels- 17:19) Ravok walked into the starlight lounge later than everyone else. He kept his eyes down as he paced the floor and just looked at those around him. He looked up and saw Adala. " Wow , You're actually out of your lab?" Ravok asked jokingly. Adala laughed “What do you mean ‘I’m actually out of my lab’?” she shook her head. “I have more responsibility here. I can’t just hide in my lab anymore.” " I'm only joking, I'm just glad to see you out and about. I haven't seen you since you went away." He stated as he smiled at her. " You look good Adala " She smiled and shrugged “I was needed, still am by HQ, doing stuff for them AND taking care of the ships science department. I love it, It’s nice to feel needed and wanted. I like being kept busy anyway. You know that.” Ravok nodded his head and crossed his arms. " You're not one for sitting still that's for sure. From what I understand the captain recruited you himself right?" “Yes he did, came to Earth and scooped me up so to speak, right out of HQ. I still have stuff I am doing for them, but my duties here on the ship come first.” " I know the captain really well, he is one of my greatest friends so trust me when I say this, if he went out of his way to recruit you personally, he knew you'd be a vital part of this crew" he stated to her. She sighed “What I want to know is what he sees in me? I am a nobody, … well, was a nobody. I wasn’t going anywhere. I think they sent me back to Earth to get rid of me to be honest.” Ravok smiled and looked across the starlight lounge to where Trip was and looked back at her. " I may have bragged about you a time or two, plus your work record speaks for itself. You are dedicated, persistent and talented. Tri….I mean the captain is a good man. He has always treated me right and has never treated anyone better than anyone else, I served as his second in command in the fighter wing. A few months ago there was an incident, just outside the solar system. We lost fighters , we lost lives. I nearly lost mine for the second time. After I recovered , I lost my nerve as a pilot. Although i never admitted it but, he knew...he just knew. He never called me out on it. He could have removed me from duty right then and there, but he didn't. He gave me other responsibilities within the wing. He works with people." Adala frowned. “I almost resigned, would have if I hadn’t been sent to Earth.I still have the letter.” she shrugged. “I hope this is a better move for both of us, seems like it is so far.” She was happy to be back on a ship, being planetside had not been her thing, although she did like working at HQ and all the stuff she’d been doing there. He smiled at her . " It's the best move for both of us, I turned down two other offers to be here. I have you, Erin, Lieutenant Merek, Lieutenant Ire Willams , Ensign Greta and I get to serve under one of my best friends. Word of advice though, don't mention ducks around the captain, you should probably avoid the word altogether" he laughed. “Don’t worry, I won’t. I understand about phobias. Have a few of my own.” She wasn’t going to elaborate on that. Hadn’t told anyone and wasn’t going to start now. It was good to be among those she felt closest to .. him, Erin … felt like home. Ravok panned his eyes across the room and spotted his blonde beauty of a girlfriend, flute in hand . And shook his head smiling , he looked back at Adala " You go rock climbing up the vertical face of mountains and cliffs, if anything scares you, it scares me too. " he laughed. Adala shook her head. “Rock climbing is easy, it’s calming for me.” she paused and frowned. “My fears on the other hand. They are there, always lingering. You found out about one of them when I had that incident on the holodeck, when the flashlights didn’t work?” She wasn’t sure he remembered and she shuddered as she remembered the darkness pressing in around her. Ravok reached out and touched her arm " Hey, no need to think about them ok ?" Adala shook herself back to the present and sighed. “I try not to, believe me.” In truth she hadn’t thought about the blackness in a while, That had been one of the good things about her going back to Earth, it helped distract her. She hadn’t gone near the holodeck either, but she knew too she’d have to face that eventually. " It was good seeing you Adala, I have to get going. I'm late as it is. I had to give my dog a bath, so I'm behind schedule. I gotta go make my rounds. I'm on deck 3 room 2383 ,if you ever need anything. Just let me know " “Sure thing, now that I know where to find you.” She laughed and shook her head. “Get …. Go do your thing. I am sure you know where you can find me.” He smiled. " I will follow the trail rocks" he laughed. " I'm just kidding , I will talk with you later Ensign Michaels " he said with a wink She gave him a playful shove and shook her head. “Git …. “ with that she turned on her heel and headed for the bar. Ravok walked off towards Lieutenant Merek ( reply none) ( posted by Kathleen Deal and Rob Davis) (USS Exeter - Deck 9-The Starlight Lounge - Ensign JG Greta Smith- 1721 ) Walking into the Starlight lounge, Greta smiled widely. The place was amazing, people were milling around and chatting. Seeing Commander Williams off to one side, Greta subconsciously played with the ring now on her finger. ~I'm gonna have to do this. If I wait for Ire to get here, we could be all night.~ Taking a glass of champagne, Greta walked over to Trip and nodded an hello, "Excuse me, Sir." (Reply Trip) "I was wondering if I could have a moment of your time?" (Reply Trip) Smiling, Greta nodded, "Thankyou, Sir. At least you don't have to worry about us flying together now." (Reply Trip) "Actually, I have something I wanted to ask you. A favour of sorts." (Reply Trip) "Well, Ire should be here soon but I swear that man takes longer to get ready than I do." She replied with a smile. (Reply Trip) "So, here's the thing. I know that Ire spoke to you about.... well us. He thinks a lot of you, Sir." (Reply Trip) "Okay... I'm babbling, sorry. We were both wondering, if at some point in the future, you would..." (Reply Trip) "If you would marry us? We couldn't think of anyone better and it would mean the world to us both." (Reply Trip) "Oh no, not right now. Just sometime in the future. This ship and this crew, they are our family and we would like it to happen here. If that's okay? I mean if you would... be happy to do that?" (Reply Trip) (Posted by Jackie) (USS Exeter - Deck 9-The Starlight Lounge - CO, Lt. Commander Trip Williams - 1722 ) "Excuse me, Sir." "Greta, hello." Trip said with a smile. "I was wondering if I could have a moment of your time?" "That's what the party is for. Alright, you have at least a moment. I'm guessing this is about you and Ire." Smiling, Greta nodded, "Thankyou, Sir. At least you don't have to worry about us flying together now." "No but I still have to worry about Ire crashing." Trip said with a laugh. "Actually, I have something I wanted to ask you. A favour of sorts." "Go ahead." "Well, Ire should be here soon but I swear that man takes longer to get ready than I do." She replied with a smile. "Ok....." "So, here's the thing. I know that Ire spoke to you about.... well us. He thinks a lot of you, Sir." "He's a good dude, a bit.... unique, but a good dude. So what is this about Greta?" "Okay... I'm babbling, sorry. We were both wondering, if at some point in the future, you would..." "Go on..." "If you would marry us? We couldn't think of anyone better and it would mean the world to us both." "Don't you think it is a bit hasty for that?" "Oh no, not right now. Just sometime in the future. This ship and this crew, they are our family and we would like it to happen here. If that's okay? I mean if you would... be happy to do that?" "I'd be honored, but perhaps with planning, we could have it on Mars, that way the old fighter wing can be invited as well. For some reason, all those people love you two as a couple. I believe Ensign Kurosawa even named you guys Grire or something weird like that. Commodore Remae could even officiate it. That might be fun." (reply Greta) "But if you'd prefer it here and with me as the officiant, I can do that as well." (reply Greta) "However, I would like you and Ire to attend premarital counseling. Life on a ship can be tough, you are in close quarters with everyone, and martial arguments can often flood from the home to the ship, and it can be a disruption. This should help give you the tools to best handle the stress of fleet marriages. Ash and I had to go through it. It was actually quite helpful." NRPG: This can be done off screen, just felt like it was something insightful and captainy to say RPG: (reply Greta) "Now then, if you'll excuse me, I believe they've restocked the candied bacon, and the captain get's first dibs." Trip began walking away then turned around, "I'm gonna give you the advice my gramps gave me. In your marriage, be a pig not a chicken. A chicken is a giver, but the pig, the pig is committed." Trip then smiled and headed toward the candied bacon. (reply Greta) (reply Greta) (posted by Will) (USS Exeter - The Starlight Lounge – Dir Rec & Spec Events Ashlyn Williams - 1723) To say that Ashlyn was at peak stress, was, at this point somewhat of an understatement. It was the type of event that she had had a part in organising dozens of times before. However this time it was altogether different, the launch party for a new ship, her husband's ship, and one designed by his father, it meant so much to so many people. The room was amazing, tastefully rich in it’s décor. The staff on deck 9 all wore Civilian Uniform, a decision that had been out of her hands, but she would have chosen anyway. The menu had largely been handled by the catering team, but she’d given everything the nod of approval. The bar would largely run itself, the bar and waiting staff were all thankfully highly trained. So slowly, Ashlyn paced the room, checking and double checking things as the event began. It was during one of her circuits that she saw a familiar face, one close to home. “Clan-Sister Rissa? Ensign? I saw your name on the rosta, you must forgive me I’ve been meaning to say a welcome to you. (Reply Rissa) (Posted by Mark (SPC)) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< End Compile >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<