Exeter Compile 23 Dates: November 8, 2020 to November 15, 2020 Mission: Crossover, Day 1 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Mission: Crossover Day: 1 Stardate: 2445.09.21 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (Starbase Freedom - Supplies store - CSO Lt JG Erin Cortez - 0941) (DS9 -- 2nd story Promenade -- Illuminar CMO Lt. Quinna Solice -- 1035) (USS Exeter – Main Engineering - Engineer – Ensign – Galu Vozi - 1126) (USS Exeter – Main Engineering - Engineer – Ensign – Galu Vosi – 1133) (Runabout Brocken Bow – CFO – Lieutenant – Ire Williams - 1135) (USS Exeter – Corridor- Engineer – Ensign - Galu Vozi– 1136) (USS Exeter - Main Engineering - CO, Captain Trip Williams, CEO/20 Lt. SG Keira Merek, and CTO/30 Lt. SG Ravok Shara -1300) (Deep Space Nine – Promenade – ACEO Ens Scott Matrix - 13:15) (Deep Space Nine – Promenade – SPC Science officer Ens Celiste Winters - 13:18) (Deep Space Nine – Promenade – SPC Engineering Officer, Ens Scott Matrix - 13:21) (Deep Space Nine – Promenade – SPC Science officer Ens Celiste Winters - 13:23) (Deep Space Nine – Promenade – SPC Engineering officer Ens Scott Matrix - 13:27) (USS Exeter - Deck 1 - Captain’s Ready Room - 3O/CIO Lieutenant(jg) Jaelle Foxglove - 1701) (USS Exeter - Deck 1 - Captain’s Ready Room - CO, Lt. Commander Trip Williams - 1705) (USS Exeter - Deck 1 - Captain’s Ready Room - 3O/CIO Lieutenant(jg) Jaelle Foxglove - 1707) (USS Exeter - Deck 1 - Captain’s Ready Room - CO, Lt. Commander - 1709) (USS Exeter - Deck 1 - Captain’s Ready Room - 3O/CIO Lieutenant(jg) Jaelle Foxglove - 1713) (Deep Space 9 - Quarks Bar - ACOUNS ACMO LT JG Ariel Trei - 17.15) (Deep Space 9 - Quarks Bar - ACOUNS ACMO LT JG Ariel Trei - 17.20) (Deep Space Nine – Promenade – ACFO Ens(sg) Ronnie Winters- 17:21) (Deep Space Nine – Promenade – Helmswoman - Ensign (jg) - Fraya Mess- 17:21) (Deep Space 9 - Quarks Bar - Science Officer, Ensign SG Christopher West- 17.23) (Deep Space 9 - Quarks Bar - ACOUNS ACMO LT JG Ariel Trei 17.25) (Deep Space 9 - Quarks Bar - QM - MCPO Janey Brown - 17.25) (Deep Space 9 - Quarks Bar - Science Officer, Ensign SG Christopher West - 1730) (USS Exeter – Physio Office – Physiotherapist Lt(jg) Cerise Blake - 1730) (Deep Space 9 - Quarks Bar - ACOUNS ACMO LT JG Ariel Trei - 17.35) (USS Exeter – Physio Office – Physiotherapist Lt(jg) Cerise Blake - 1745) (USS Exeter - Billy Alexander Quarters - CIO Lieutenant(jg) Jaelle Foxglove and StratOPS, Ensign SG Billy Alexander - 1745) (Deep Space 9 – Quarks Bar – Operations Ensign Dieter Gregory - 1800) (Deep Space Nine – Promenade – Quark's- Medical Research – Ensign Dural Methor DrPH – 1816) (Deep Space Nine – Promenade – Quark's- Illuminar CO, Lieutenant Commander Sekal – 1818) ( Deep Space Nine - Quarks – 2O/CEO – Lieutenant Keira Merek – 1933) ( Deep Space Nine - Quarks – CTO/30 Lieutenant Ravok – 1935) ( Deep Space Nine – Quarks – 2O/CEO – Lieutenant Keira Merek – 1937) (DS9 - Quarks - SPC Ensign Rylee Page & SPC Ensign Zot - 2041) (Deep Space 9 - Quarks bar - Illuminar CO, Lt. Commander Sekal- 2044) (Deep Space 9 - Quarks bar - CFO - Lieutenant (J.G.) - Ire Williams- 2049) (Deep Space 9 - Quarks Bar - 2O, Lieutenant Carson Peters & aCEO, Ens(sg) Vex’ahlia Jordaan - 2051) (Deep Space 9 - Quarks bar - Illuminar CO, Lt. Commander Sekal- 2055) (Deep Space 9 - Quarks bar - Exeter FO Lt(sg) Ailynn Bracken - 2055) (Deep Space 9 - Quarks bar - Illuminar CO, Lieutenant Commander Sekal - 2058) (Deep Space 9 - Quarks bar - Exeter FO Lt(sg) Ailynn Bracken - 2059) (Deep Space 9 - Quarks bar - Illuminar CO, Lieutenant Commander Sekal- 2102) (Deep Space - Quarks- Nurse – CPO - Ewan McDonald - 2103) (Deep Space Nine – Quarks - Tac/Sec Ens.(sg) Stan More & Spc COB MCPO Erik Knight- 2105) (Deep Space 9 - Quarks Bar - Sec-Ens. Penny McTaggard - Tac/Sec Ens.(sg) Stan More - 21:06 ) (Deep Space 9 - Sickbay - Tac/Sec Ens.(sg) Stan More 21:10 ) ( Deep Space Nine - Quarks -Tac/Sec Ens. (Sg) Stan More 21:13 ) ( Deep Space Nine - Quarks - CTO/3O Lieutenant Ravok -21:16 ) (Deep Space 9 - Quarks - Tac/Sec Ens. (sg) Stan More - 21:17) (Quarks bar-DS9 - aCOO Ensign Paul Sleeford 21:30) (DS9 - Quarks - CSO Lt JG Erin Cortez & SFI Agent, Lt. Commander Tyko Nix - 2230) (USS Exeter – Quarters - aCOO Ensign Paul Sleeford – 22:30) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Begin Compile >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Mission: Crossover Day: 1 Stardate: 2445.09.21 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (Starbase Freedom - Supplies store - CSO Lt JG Erin Cortez - 0941) Even though they had been at the starbase for a while now, Erin still had reservations about the science supplies that were being loaded. Some of the equipment she had requested was for a special project that she wanted to start with her team. Having gotten to know them a lot better, she was excited for them to run with this. But she was more excited for Adala. Having spent some time with her deputy, she knew that the officer was now ready for more responsibilities and, as the last crate was loaded onto the transporter pad, ready to go to the Exeter, she sighed happily. ~this could be something amazing. If we can get it to work.~ she thought to herself. (Reply Adala) Turning, Erin smiled and nodded an hello to the young woman. "Good morning, Ensign Michaels. Glad you could join me. I have something I need to discuss with you." (Reply Adala) Walking to one side of the supply storage area, Erin looked at her, "I have a project that I would like for you to take the lead on." (Reply Adala) "Well, i know this might be a little out of your wheelhouse but i have faith that you can run with this. We are going to attempt to create a science version of the EMH." (Reply Adala) "It's something i have been thinking about for a while now. Basically, it would be a back up for us. Just like the EMH is a back up for the medical bods." (Reply Adala) "I'm going to hold a briefing later today, 1500 hours. It's a long running project. Doesn't have to be finished right away. Adala, there is no-one else I would trust with this. Would you take the lead?" (Reply Adala) (Reply Adala) (Posted by Jackie) (DS9 -- 2nd story Promenade -- Illuminar CMO Lt. Quinna Solice -- 1035) After a few days working on medical reports, Quinna left the confines of her office and quarters and headed for deep space nine. She strolled along the upper level of the Promenade. She stopped at the window with the view of the wormhole. In the background, Quinna could hear a little girl, “Mommy, mommy, I want to see the hole, mommy, I want to see the hole.” Quinna could hear the little feet running up to the same area where she was standing. She turned to see the girl so she could move over. No one was around. No little girl that is. There were plenty of people but no little girl. “You are tired, Quinna.” She had said to herself. She turned back to the viewport in hopes to see the wormhole open. She pulled on her hair and her peripheral vision spotted the top of a blond braid. Looking down, there was nothing there. Quinna closed her eyes. “They say that if you make a wish when the celestial temple opens, if you make a wish, then it will come true.” momentary pause, “Look. Make your wish.” Quinna opened her eyes again and the wormhole indeed opened. She made her wish and turned to the mysterious man’s voice. A sudden chill went through her spine as there was no one behind Quinna’s back. She turned and walked away. She went into Quarks. She moved straight to the bar, had a seat, and ordered anything that was not sythonol. (I am open to anyone who wants to join Quinna) (Played by Kris) (USS Exeter – Main Engineering - Engineer – Ensign – Galu Vozi - 1126) “No, no it can`t be. I know it says that in the system but it’s wrong I am sure if it. There is one more there. I am sure of it. I need you to go and have another look I know it’s there.” He gave the Padd back to the disgruntled crewman who turned and headed towards the door. “And when you find it, would you mind bringing it to cargo bay 3 please.” He called after the disappearing crewman. He took a moment to compose himself as he looked at the craziness that was going on around him. He would be very happy to get everything on board and get going. He spotted Hammerfield and headed over to him. He had not had much opportunity to speak to him since he had arrived on board and hoped that he was coping with this frantic pace. “Hallo Hammerfield. How are things with you today. With all this crazy packing going on?” (Reply Hammerfield) (Reply Hammerfield, any) (Posted by Robbie) (USS Exeter – Main Engineering - Engineer – Ensign – Galu Vosi – 1133) “mmm? Oh yes. Ensign .. Vosi?” He nodded “Yes I am.” “Names don’t stick with me to easily – faces on the other hand they do and I know I’ve seen you about,” “I’ve just been watching the ships fire suppression system being flushed and filled up. Words cant express the excitement that I’ve had this morning watching bars go up and down. At least if I was moving crates around I could get a bit of a workout too. Someone gotta do it though. Anyway what can I help you with?” Galu gave a smile. “Sounds like you have been having a more fun day then me.” As he rolled his sore muscles. “Trust me moving crates is not as exciting as it looks, and I have far better workouts in the gym.” He paused for a moment. “If you are sure?” (Reply Hammerfield) “Okay. Well I am looking for the one half of a quantum field focus controller. For some reason logistics in their infinite wisdom decided to transport parts for the slipstream drive in two separate parts rather then whole. I sent Crewman Matheson down to Cargo bay 3 to find one half I am going to Cargo bay 1 as that`s where the computer says it is.” (Reply Hammerfield) Galu nodded. “Okay. This way.” He turned and headed towards the door. “So how are you settling in so far?” (Reply Hammerfield) (Reply Hammerfield, any) (Posted by Robbie) (Runabout Brocken Bow – CFO – Lieutenant – Ire Williams - 1135) Ire brought the Runabout into a hover above his allocated spot. With a few quick commands he settled the runabout onto its pad and powered down the engines. “That`s another run for us.” He smiled to himself as he stood up from the conn chair and stretched. He had been running cargo runs between the station and the Exeter all morning. Everyone was working hard to get the supplies on board but there was only so much that could be brought be transport and through the umbilical to the station so the Exeter`s supply of runabouts had been allocated for cargo transfer. He knew that Trinity and Ronnie were either flying shuttles or getting the Exeter`s flight systems ready. He glanced small chronometer on the bulk head as he exited the Brocken Bow. ~It’s going to be close, but we will make it by the deadline of nothing goes wrong~ He looked over at the CPO with her work team standing near the side of the runabout. “All yours Chief.” She nodded at him and ushered her team over. The multi mission pods that were part of the Broken Bow`s central section and the aft living section had been removed and replaced with a large cargo section which ran nearly the who length of the runabout. He paused for a moment as the Chief opened one of the side access hatched before he headed over to where Tair was standing. “Morning Isra. How are things looking at them moment?” (Reply Tair) “Nothing looking it will delay our departure from out side?” (Reply Tair) (Reply Tair, any) (Posted by Robbie) (USS Exeter – Corridor- Engineer – Ensign - Galu Vozi– 1136) "It’s a bit of a change having to get used to something more technical, but I think I’m getting the hang of it. I’ve really been spending most of time so far going over technical manuals. Stripping down the weapons systems is the easy parts but everything else still takes that little bit longer.” “Tell me about it. Just because you learn it at the academy it just seems a bit different when you are doing it out here.” He reached the turbolift and they both entered. With a quick voice command, it was moving through the ship to their destination. “What about you Mister Vosi? How have things been for you?” He paused for a moment trying not to find something sarcastic to say. He had only met Hammerfield and did not know her well enough yet. “I am good thanks. Bit over worked but that`s nothing new. We have been busy since ending our last mission and getting ready for the next. It’s been nonstop really. I guess you really had to land on your feel and start running.” (Reply Hammerfield) The turboift came to a stop and then doors opened. As they stepped out and headed towards Cargo bay 1. “How much of the ship have you explored yet?” (Reply Hammerfield) "Because when we get these parts we are going to have to got to main deflector to make sure that it fits incase of an emergency." (Reply Hammerfield) (Reply Hammerfield, any) (Posted by Robbie) (USS Exeter - Main Engineering - CO, Captain Trip Williams, CEO/20 Lt. SG Keira Merek, and CTO/30 Lt. SG Ravok Shara -1300) “Lieutenant Merek, do you have a moment?” Trip asked as he walked into the Chief Engineer’s office. “It shouldn’t take too long.” "Trip?" She replied. “Command feels like the second officer of the Exeter should be a higher rank. If she is going to be running around making peace and good will throughout the Galaxy, she needs some credibility, and a bunch of Ensigns and Lieutenants running the show, doesn’t cut the mustard. They think that dog won’t hunt.” She looked at him quizzically, but remained silent electing not to follow that rabbit hole, for now. “So, as of right now, the problem is solved.” Trip placed a small box on Merek’s desk. "Is this?" She asked. “How would you like to once again outrank your boyfriend?” "I live for these moments," she said with a smile. "If I may invoke an old tradition when it comes to promotions?" “Sure.” "The promotee can request anyone pin them. Usually it's a family member, or an old boss." “You want to bring in your folks?” "Not who I had in mind," she said tapping her combadge, "Merek to Ravok, the presence of you and Rayna are requested in Main Engineering." =/\= Any specific location Sir, if Rayna see the warp core she won't want to leave.=/\= "My office will be fine Lieutenant," she said and closed the channel. After a period of about 10 minutes Ravok walked into Keira's office and put Rayna down once the door shut behind him. " Don't touch anything, " Ravok said to his daughter as she ran right past Trip and over to Keira. " HI !!!" Rayna said, squealing with excitement. "Hi to you too!" Keira said pleasantly, waiving at the little girl. “Welcome Lieutenant ” Trip then nodded at Rayna with a smile. He turned to Trip. " Hello Captain Williams. " Ravok said with pride for his friend. Ravok looked at Keira " What can me and my little assistant do for you Sir?" "Trip has been kind enough to let me invoke an old military tradition. Awardees getting to pick who pins them after promotion." Keira explained. Ravok smiled. " Wow. Lieutenant commander. Congratulations. " He said to her. "Rayna, sweetie," Keira began. "Do you see that Box Captain Trip has? Can you go get it from him and bring it here? Remember to ask nicely." Rayna walked over slowly to Trip and looked up at him, cocking her head to the side to get a look at his ears. She looked at the box as instructed. " Box please " Rayna asked, extending her hands toward the captain. Trip handed the small child the box and smiled. Keira knelt down so that Rayna could reach where the rank was supposed to go. Rayna looked at Keira " Want it ?" She asked simply. "Yes, bring it here please." Keira said. She walked over to Keira " Can...I open it?" The little girl asked thinking it was a puzzle of some sort. "Yes, you may open the box." Rayna opened the box to see a single pip on the inside. She looked at it and raised her little eyebrow and looked at Trip, Ravok and back to Keira. The gears in her little mind were turning. She noticed all of them had similar things on their uniforms. Looking at Keira she tilted her head to the side " Mine ?" She questioned. Ravok stepped forward and knelt down next to Rayna. " No sweetheart that's hers." She looked at him. " Where's mine ? " she asked with a confused look. Ravok took a deep breath. " I tell you what you give her that one and I'll give you one of mine. How does that sound ? " He suggested to her. Rayna shook her head in agreement and smiled " Ok." Keira leaned over, almost exaggerating the motion to make it easier for the girl to reach. Rayna took the pip out of the box and held it out towards Keira's rank bar. As soon as it got close enough the rank pip magnetized right out of her little fingers and right on to Keira's rank bar. " Three" she said smiling. "Stev, Rihannsu," {R: Now, Romulan} Keira prompted her. "We've been working on this." She held up her fingers and counted them. "Hwi...Kre...Sei...Sei!!!"{ R: One Two Three Three!!!} She said happily. Ravok crossed his arms and smiled. "That's right, Rayna, and you were a big help too!" Keira said standing up. She now looked to her Commanding Officer. "Sir, it's been a pleasure keeping your ship in one piece. Thank you for your faith in me. I won't let you down." “I surely hope not. Otherwise, well, I kind of like being alive.” Trip said with a chuckle. “Anyways, I’ll let you three savor the moment.” Trip said with a nod, then made his way out of main engineering. Ravok motioned his hand toward Rayna " Come on let's go , tell Keira bye. She has work to do." She looked at him. " No" and scooted closer to Keira. ~At least she didn't stamp her foot this time. Progress.~ Keira thought. "It's fine, Rayna. We'll see each other tonight. When I come home, like usually." Keira tried to coax Rayna to go home. Ravok walked over and grabbed up Rayna and slung her over shoulder. " Now say bye. " He said as he tickled her. Rayna let out a laugh. " Bye!" "Bye little one. Thank you for stopping by." " I'll see you later. " He said to Keira "Yes, around the usual time." He walked out the door. " Now let's go to the holodeck" Ravok said to her as the door to Keira's office shut behind them (Reply none) (Posted by Will, Rob, Todd) (Deep Space Nine – Promenade – ACEO Ens Scott Matrix - 13:15) Scott declined the holo-suite invitation at the insistence of one of the Dabo girls. He heard that it wasn't a good idea, even on DS9. He opted to watch the Dabo activity while enjoying a watered down version of an Earth beer called "Old Aggie." Scott had enjoyed the real thing on Earth several months ago. It wasn't even close, but he expected as much from the proprietor. No one was to be trusted especially this far out in deep space. Surprisingly the food on the promenade wasn't bad. Most foods were replicated, but some were real and made to order. If you liked Klingon food you could find the real stuff here. Klingon Gagh always made him sick. Orders hadn't come in yet, so he was anxious to know where he would end up. The life of Star Fleet was full of uncertainty. (Posted by Steve) (Deep Space Nine – Promenade – SPC Science officer Ens Celiste Winters - 13:18) Celiste had one bag over her shoulder as she looked around with a smile. Everything was so big and so different on this base, she had literally seen nothing like it before. She saw a Starfleet officer sitting to one side by himself and made her way over. "Hey. By any chance, are you from the Illuminar? I am a new transfer and was curious?" Celiste was young, with long reddish blond hair, cat like green eyes and vulcan elfin ears. Her uniform was pristine and her shiny new pip was a full ensign. She was a mix of vulcan, Betazoid and human but she did not really look betazoid. "If you want company that is?" (Reply Matrix, any) (Posted by Mel) (Deep Space Nine – Promenade – SPC Engineering Officer, Ens Scott Matrix - 13:21) Scott noticed a young officer approaching him out of the corner of his peripheral vision. He put down his ale as she approached. Scott smiled and relished in the attention. "If you want company that is?" she said. "Yes and absolutely. Please have a seat. I've been on my own here and really feeling a bit lost. I could use a friend." He started. (Reply Celiste) "My tour was brief aboard the Illiminar...fresh out of the Academy...still don't know which end is up as they say." Scott replied. (Reply Celiste) "Not sure...I haven't seen any new orders as yet. I'm just hoping I don't get waste extraction duty on whatever ship or station I get assigned to." he laughed. "Went through the Academy right...should get the 'choice assignments.' (Reply Celiste) "Where are you off to?" he asked. "Do you know what ship you're being assigned to? (Reply Celiste) (Posted by Steve) (Deep Space Nine – Promenade – SPC Science officer Ens Celiste Winters - 13:23) "Yes and absolutely. Please have a seat. I've been on my own here and really feeling a bit lost. I could use a friend." He started. A bright smile had the girl sitting down across from him. She tucked the duffel under the table and leaned forward a little bit in interest. Her Mother had been a Counselor for most of her career, and growing up on Betazed gave her great interpersonal skills. "My tour was brief aboard the Illiminar...fresh out of the Academy...still don't know which end is up as they say." Scott replied. "Was? You aren't sure that you will continue there? Why?" He was lonely, that was true, "As for not knowing what end is up, I assure you that I just spent the last several days aboard the Republic who is the size of a great floating space city, really. I don't know much about the Illuminar, I was just absolutely thrilled to be leaving Mars to be assigned to a space ship." "Not sure...I haven't seen any new orders as yet. I'm just hoping I don't get waste extraction duty on whatever ship or station I get assigned to." he laughed. "Went through the Academy right...should get the 'choice assignments.' She laughed at that, "We all did, and they are all the choice assignments. Just at times the scut work needs to get done and it's a sign of a good work ethic that you are willing to do them? That's the kind of thing that they look for in promotions." "Where are you off to?" he asked. "Do you know what ship you're being assigned to?" "Science Officer aboard the Illuminar. I've got some great skills with plants, research and animals. I heard the Illuminar had a lot of people aboard with animals and that they needed someone who could care for them. I'm sure that there are other people out there who have my skill set, but I was super glad to be going aboard." "Ensign Celiste Winters. And you are? Besides cute and lonely." (reply Scott) "I have leave for the next few days before I need to report in to the Illuminar. I had my belongings sent over, and am just carrying a few things before I go over. I had no leave between the Academy and Mars and here, so I've been due for a bit of it." She was lovely, well spoken and fun. "I heard all about the current class that are making up everyone on the Exeter and the Illuminar though. Everyone gets compared to the golden group, but really everyone is needed in Starfleet. I decided to attend the Academy because my Mother and Father were both Officers. Well, they are again. They got enlisted and promotions. Mom's the Admiral in charge of 'Logistics and Personnel' and Dad's her Captain and assistant. But vefore they came back they taught me and my siblings a lot about Starfleet, the values of it and how awesome being an explorer are." (reply) "And what were your motivations to join? Was it family expectations? I get that most of the current admissions are legacy." (Reply) "What can you tell me about the Illuminar's command crew? I was told in the orders to report in to a Carson Peters and that my immediate boss is a Jaton Alyl? Do you know either of them?" (reply Scott, any) (Posted by Mel) (Deep Space Nine – Promenade – SPC Engineering officer Ens Scott Matrix - 13:27) Scott was thrilled at the conversation... "Ensign Celiste Winters. And you are? Besides cute and lonely." Scott blushed, "Thank you...yes lonely don't know about the former." he started. "I have leave for the next few days before I need to report in to the Illuminar. I had my belongings sent over, and am just carrying a few things before I go over. I had no leave between the Academy and Mars and here, so I've been due for a bit of it." She was lovely, well spoken and fun. "I heard all about the current class that are making up everyone on the Exeter and the Illuminar though. Everyone gets compared to the golden group, but really everyone is needed in Starfleet. I decided to attend the Academy because my Mother and Father were both Officers. Well, they are again. They got enlisted and promotions. Mom's the Admiral in charge of 'Logistics and Personnel' and Dad's her Captain and assistant. But before they came back they taught me and my siblings a lot about Starfleet, the values of it and how awesome being an explorer are." "Sounds like you're already invaluable. Good for you." he replied. "And what were your motivations to join? Was it family expectations? I get that most of the current admissions are legacy." "Oh my parents were Starfleet. My father was Steve Matrix...Admiral Matrix...but he was known for his Captaincy. It was expected of me to follow their...his footsteps. And honestly, I think Star Fleet is a worthy life cause." "What can you tell me about the Illuminar's command crew? I was told in the orders to report in to a Carson Peters and that my immediate boss is a Jaton Alyl? Do you know either of them?" "Sorry no. I don't know the crew all that well. When I reported aboard I was basically banished to remedial duty. I was on the bridge once and reported to an Ensign for a short refit assignment. Don't get me wrong...love the opportunity and work, I just never interacted with the command crew. In fact, I don't know that I've even laid eyes on the command crew." he continued. (Reply Celiste) (Posted by Steve) (USS Exeter - Deck 1 - Captain’s Ready Room - 3O/CIO Lieutenant(jg) Jaelle Foxglove - 1701) The time after the mission was a period of reflection and self study. It was hard on everyone. After her own stint in medical Jaelle found herself spending the majority of her time in her office in intelligence. She would do her duty on the bridge but while there she was all duty. Her report on the mission had been written and turned into the ship's Captain. In which she was brutally honest with how the mission progressed. The good points, the bad, and the ugly. But in the end she felt all the crew did their duty well and to the best of thier ability. She just hoped everyone would learned from this mission, herself included. She knew this meeting was bound to happen, in a sense it had to happen. The could continue to progress in a why where the tension would not be addressed or Jaelle and Trip could come to an understanding. She pushed the actuator to be allowed entery. She stepped foward and stood before the Captain’s desk. And gave the customary "Lieutenant Foxglove reporting as ordered." She kept the position of attention. Until Trip responded to her presence. (Reply Williams) (Posted by Matthew Locke) (USS Exeter - Deck 1 - Captain’s Ready Room - CO, Lt. Commander Trip Williams - 1705) "Lieutenant Foxglove reporting as ordered." "Take a seat," Trip said motioning to the seat in front of him. "This might take awhile." (reply Foxglove) "Look, I'm just going to go out and say it, Lieutenant it's become evidently clear to me during your time on board that you are not a team player. You are good at your job, and good at what you do, but I think there may have been some misconceptions about why I wanted you here. I wanted you here for your experience and insight, but to take them into account, and then act on them and move on. But your behavior on our last mission suggest that either you vehemently disagree with my courses of action, you think I'm incompetent, or you just feel you are the smartest in the room and we should do what you say." (reply Foxglove) "Look at the end of the day, right now, I can't trust you not to waste time arguing a point when I've made my decision. I think you are used to being at the top of the food chain, or working alone, and honestly right now, I just don't know if you have a place on my bridge or my ship." Trip interrupted before Foxglove could speak, "Look, I wanted to have this conversation and see if we could make it work. But it was taken out of my hands. At 1800 hours you will no longer be the Third officer of the Exeter. Starfleet Intelligence has deemed fit to but you in command of a Refitted Defiant class ship and is sending you out to mop up any remnants of the Prophets Fire. They made this decision before we returned from the Gamma Quadrant. You will be taking the entire Intelligence department with you, and you will be on board the USS Starfire for anywhere from six months to a year. Afterwhich who knows. From the message that the Admiral sent me, he wants you back under his thumb and there is nothing I can do about it. I'm sorry it didn't workout Lieutenant." Trip then handed her the PADD. "Here are the orders in case you wanted to verify them." (reply Foxglove) (reply Foxglove) (posted by Will) (USS Exeter - Deck 1 - Captain’s Ready Room - 3O/CIO Lieutenant(jg) Jaelle Foxglove - 1707) "Take a seat," Trip said motioning to the seat in front of him. "This might take awhile." Jaelle noticed a measure of appreciation mixed with relief in the captain's words, as she took the offered seat. "Look, I'm just going to go out and say it, Lieutenant it's become evidently clear to me during your time on board that you are not a team player. You are good at your job, and good at what you do, but I think there may have been some misconceptions about why I wanted you here. I wanted you here for your experience and insight, but to take them into account, and then act on them and move on. But your behavior on our last mission suggest that either you vehemently disagree with my courses of action, you think I'm incompetent, or you just feel you are the smartest in the room and we should do what you say." "The fact you can say that shows me you have know ideal on how much I want things here to work." She spoke softly knowing that nothing she said would change Trip’s mind. He had made his judgment on her. If he wanted to know how she felt on endangering civilian lives or how she would of handled the situation it was in her report. Right now however Jaelle had little interest to be goaded into an argument. "Look at the end of the day, right now, I can't trust you not to waste time arguing a point when I've made my decision. I think you are used to being at the top of the food chain, or working alone, and honestly right now, I just don't know if you have a place on my bridge or my ship." Trip interrupted before Foxglove could speak, "Look, I wanted to have this conversation and see if we could make it work. But it was taken out of my hands. At 1800 hours you will no longer be the Third officer of the Exeter. Starfleet Intelligence has deemed fit to but you in command of a Refitted Defiant class ship and is sending you out to mop up any remnants of the Prophets Fire. They made this decision before we returned from the Gamma Quadrant. You will be taking the entire Intelligence department with you, and you will be on board the USS Starfire for anywhere from six months to a year. Afterwhich who knows. From the message that the Admiral sent me, he wants you back under his thumb and there is nothing I can do about it. I'm sorry it didn't workout Lieutenant." Trip then handed her the PADD. "Here are the orders in case you wanted to verify them." She could hear the relief in his voice. It troubled Jaelle greatly, Trip had no ideal how much this impass affected her. Yes the Admiral her adopted mother would love nothing else but to keep her under her thumb. The Admiral was the source of all horrors that plauged her mind, and now she was going to be tasked directly under her. To Jaelle this was a fate worse than a death sentence. "I am happy for your release." She spoke soberly. I didn't take long for her to verify the contents, the more she read the more it tore at her soul. "Is there anything else sir." (Reply Trip) (Posted by Matthew Locke) (USS Exeter - Deck 1 - Captain’s Ready Room - CO, Lt. Commander - 1709) "I am happy for your release." She spoke soberly. I didn't take long for her to verify the contents, the more she read the more it tore at her soul. "Is there anything else sir." "Lieutenant, I think you might think I wanted this or am relieved of this, but I'm not. I really wanted to try and make this work. But I can't fight this. I mean, I know the people that could, and I would gladly get you in contact with them." (Reply Foxglove) "But it's only a temporary assignment. I know you have hesitation, but there are more checks and balances now, and everything is going to be above board. SFI will give you your missions, but you wont actually be reporting to them. You'll be assigned to the Reformed 8th Fleet, Operating out of Deep Space Nine." (reply Foxglove) "Fact of the matter is, this was put into play well before you challenged me on the bridge. Orders were placed shortly after we entered the Gamma Quadrant. And I'm sure you think you were in the right. But my hope is Lieutenant that no one second guesses your orders and decisions the way you second guessed all of mine. Like I said, you aren't used to being a team player, and being on the bridge maybe wasn't the best place for you. Maybe we could have made this arrangement work, maybe not. We'll never know. But this isn't personal, because I never filed a report. I'm sorry it didn't work out, I really am. Chief Petty Officer Owens at the Shipyard will have more information for you. You are dismissed Lieutenant." Trip then stood up and offered his hand to Foxglove. (reply Foxglove) (reply Foxglove) (posted by Will) (USS Exeter - Deck 1 - Captain’s Ready Room - 3O/CIO Lieutenant(jg) Jaelle Foxglove - 1713) "Lieutenant, I think you might think I wanted this or am relieved of this, but I'm not. I really wanted to try and make this work. But I can't fight this. I mean, I know the people that could, and I would gladly get you in contact with them." "Do you actually think it would change anything." She spoke as laid the padd back on the CO's desk. "But it's only a temporary assignment. I know you have hesitation, but there are more checks and balances now, and everything is going to be above board. SFI will give you your missions, but you wont actually be reporting to them. You'll be assigned to the Reformed 8th Fleet, Operating out of Deep Space Nine." "Things don't always tend to stay temporary." "Fact of the matter is, this was put into play well before you challenged me on the bridge. Orders were placed shortly after we entered the Gamma Quadrant. And I'm sure you think you were in the right. But my hope is Lieutenant that no one second guesses your orders and decisions the way you second guessed all of mine. Like I said, you aren't used to being a team player, and being on the bridge maybe wasn't the best place for you. Maybe we could have made this arrangement work, maybe not. We'll never know. But this isn't personal, because I never filed a report. I'm sorry it didn't work out, I really am. Chief Petty Officer Owens at the Shipyard will have more information for you. You are dismissed Lieutenant." Trip then stood up and offered his hand to Foxglove. She took his hand lightly into hers as she stood. "Maybe next time will be better, if there is a next time." 'How will I let Billy know about this.' Again she felt a ripping at her heart. She turned to leave. (Reply Trip) "I have much to do and less time to do it in." She exited the room and made her way off the bridge. (Reply Trip) (Posted by Matthew Locke) (Deep Space 9 - Quarks Bar - ACOUNS ACMO LT JG Ariel Trei - 17.15) West asked if she gambled often and the answer to that question is no. Betazoids do not gamble often at all. Her Klingon side might enjoy the prospect but her Betazoid side sees the folly of the action. If she did however, she would probably do well in reading the other players at the table by using her empathic skills. "No. Betazoids do not gamble often, but I am willing to give this game a try." She motioned to the bartender to give her a much stronger drink. The drink she had was not doing the job. It was a hard mission and she needed something to give her a buzz. Her go to drink for that purpose was Long Island Iced tea. She doubted that this bar had the drink but ordered it anyway. She was was pleasantly surprised that they had a workable version of the drink. She turned to West and asked if he was hungry . She was hungry and picked up on where he said he was from. "From what I hear of Kansas City, they are famous for barbecue ribs but the messiness factor of the ribs would not a proper situation for me. I hear Kansas City Strip steak is a better option." (Reply West) (Posted by Edward) (Deep Space 9 - Quarks Bar - ACOUNS ACMO LT JG Ariel Trei - 17.20) "I have tried Texas Brisket when at the Academy and seemed to acquire a taste for It . I also enjoyed different forms of barbecue. I may not look like it, but I can eat a great deal. Before we do that I need to use the ladies room." She went into the ladies room and walked into a stall. She released the two drinks she consumed. She finished up and washed her hands. She returned to ask West what he recommended for dinner. "This is my first time at this station so I ask you what you recommend us to eat." (Reply West) (Posted by Edward) (Deep Space Nine – Promenade – ACFO Ens(sg) Ronnie Winters- 17:21) “She`s big as you know. Wallows a bit at slow turning speeds as there is a lot of mass in motion to shift direction but when you open her up and go to max burn she is something else altogether. Have you ever seen a traveler goose take of? They woddle on the surface as they pick up speed but as soon as they take to the air the fly so gracefully. It’s the same with Republic once she at speed she flies like a dream.” Trinity mouthed a thanks to the waitress, as she served the drinks. “That’s what I don’t get. Now, I’ve been on the helm on the Exeter a bit of late, and as much as I love the young girl, there’s a disconnect, I feel that I’m...IN the ship, with it moving around me, rather than feeling part of it like in the Valkyrie Mk.5. Fray...You find that?” (Reply Freya) "Honestly I prefer a Starship to a fighter," Ronnie chimed in, "Granted when it came to the fighter wing, I was a Flight Officer, not a pilot, but, truth be told, I think there is a certain skill needed for piloting a Starship than a fighter." (reply Freya, Sonnolo, Trinity) "With the fighter, you feel the Gs, you move as one, its smaller, more responsive, more maneuverable. But with a Starship, especially one as large as the Republic, you really have to give it your all to move, to turn, your calculations need to be more precise, you need to anticipate the turn radius, the angle. There is a lot more math. It doesn't require more skill, just different, especially because you aren't feeling the ship move with you, you don't have the luxury of the tactile experience." (Reply, Freya, Sonnolo, Trinity) "Of course, y'all know that, we're all pros." Ronnie began laughing, "You know, I bet there are people on both the Republic and the Exeter that think that all we do is press buttons and then the ship goes vroom. But there is a lot more to it. It's harder than it looks. Not everyone can be a helmsman, which is why we are the best of the best." (reply Freya, Sonnolo, Trinity) (reply Freya, Sonnolo, Trinity, any) (posted by Will) (Deep Space Nine – Promenade – Helmswoman - Ensign (jg) - Fraya Mess- 17:21) “That’s what I don’t get. Now, I’ve been on the helm on the Exeter a bit of late, and as much as I love the young girl, there’s a disconnect, I feel that I’m...IN the ship, with it moving around me, rather than feeling part of it like in the Viper 5. Fray...You find that?” “Well Ma`am. I have never enjoyed small craft but yes, I can see how you think. I have always found that when you fly a fighter like the viper you get into her and wear her like amour. Which is great as she is a small nimble craft and you can `feel` her maneuvers. With the Republic or starship of her size there is a lot of mass in motion and it’s a lot more about preempting maneuvers then getting the fast responses of a fighter.” (Reply Frost) “But then again I have always felt that I am better protected on a starship then a small fighter.” (Reply Frost) (Reply Frost, any) (Posted by Robbie) (Deep Space 9 - Quarks Bar - Science Officer, Ensign SG Christopher West- 17.23) "This is my first time at this station so I ask you what you recommend us to eat." "Honestly I have no idea. I've never been to this station before either. But I'm sure with a replicator they'd have a myriad of choices." (reply Trei) "I guess before I could recommend something, I'd need to know your palate. Do you prefer sweeter fair, given that you are part Betazoid, or would you prefer something heartier and slimier, given your Klingon Ancestry. Or maybe even something more Savory or Earthen in nature, like a Shepherds pie, or spicy like an Indian or Thai curry." (reply Trei) "For me personally, I'm usually go healthier. A grilled chicken salad, with spinach, tomatoes, mushrooms, cucumbers, olives, and onions, with oil, salt, pepper, and vinegar. If I'm feeling like a cheat day, I'll add bacon and cheese. But sometimes you can't go wrong with a cheeseburger and a tall pint of beer. So what will it be? Or would you like to get another opinion?" (reply Trei) (reply Trei, any) (posted by Will) (Deep Space 9 - Quarks Bar - ACOUNS ACMO LT JG Ariel Trei 17.25) "I am more Betazoid than Klingon so I enjoy sweets greatly but I also like Klingon fare such as Gagh. My father enjoyed Cheeseburgers and French fries as he was more Klingon than Batazoid. I could go for a good cheeseburger and fries. I enjoy dill pickles very much too. If they can replicate an awesome strawberry shake that would be great. Of course desert I will indulge in. What do you like in deserts? I like chocolate and peanut butter." There was one time at academy she was introduced to chocolate and peanut butter pie. It was so rich and delicious that she had to run a couple laps around the track to work off the calories and the caffeine effect as well. Since then she searched for something similar but the replicated version was sub par. (Reply West) (Posted by Edward) (Deep Space 9 - Quarks Bar - QM - MCPO Janey Brown - 17.25) Janey walked into Quarks, her dislike of Fergengi didn't stop her enjoying a drink. Looking around she spotted Christopher stood alone; whislt the two spent very little time together he seemed to be one of the only officers free to talk. As Janey made her way across a female officer joined Christopher, but Janey had already committed to crossing the room. "...Of course desert I will indulge in. What do you like in deserts? I like chocolate and peanut butter." The woman finsihed Bursting in-between them seeing the look on his face and the fact that Janey loved cooking she felt this was the best time. "Well, my favourite is these chocolate cookies I baked. Always used to bake them for the crew of the Hades, our First Officers mother loved them. A little layer of vanilla cheese inside." Janey swigged her drink a little and winked at West. "Janey Brown, Quartermaster on the Exeter, you are?" She held out a hand to the woman. (Reply Trei) "Ah, that means your father must be Detron Trei? Former CSec on the Hades? How is the old battle axe? Sorry, you don't mind me busting in do you Christopher?" Janey winked again playing up the amount she had drunk. (Reply West, Trei, any) (Posted by Mat) (Deep Space 9 - Quarks Bar - Science Officer, Ensign SG Christopher West - 1730) "I am more Betazoid than Klingon so I enjoy sweets greatly but I also like Klingon fare such as Gagh. My father enjoyed Cheeseburgers and French fries as he was more Klingon than Batazoid. I could go for a good cheeseburger and fries. I enjoy dill pickles very much too. If they can replicate an awesome strawberry shake that would be great. Of course desert I will indulge in. What do you like in deserts? I like chocolate and peanut butter." "I usually only eat fruit for dessert. I'm a biologist, with a minor in nutrition, specializing in nutrition sciences and diets for plants, animals, sentient species. I tend to only indulge in the sweets maybe once in a blue moon." (Reply Trei iyw) "Well, my favourite is these chocolate cookies I baked. Always used to bake them for the crew of the Hades, our First Officers mother loved them. A little layer of vanilla cheese inside." Janey swigged her drink a little and winked at West. West turned around to see the master chief arrive. "Janey Brown, Quartermaster on the Exeter, you are?" She held out a hand to the woman. (Reply Trei) "Ah, that means your father must be Detron Trei? Former CSec on the Hades? How is the old battle axe? Sorry, you don't mind me busting in do you Christopher?" "Not at all Master Chief, err Janey, err, Miss Brown? Sorry I'm still not sure how to address folks off duty." (Reply Brown) "You are welcome to join us, Miss Trei here and I were trying to figure out what to eat for dinner. Though, A smoked Chicken with some barbecue sauce and a side of Fried Okra and Mashed Potatoes, with some corn bread is a childhood favorite of mine. Unless of course you would like to go straight to dessert Miss Trei?" (reply Trei) (Reply Trei, Brown) (posted by Will) (USS Exeter – Physio Office – Physiotherapist Lt(jg) Cerise Blake - 1730) Cerise leaned forward in her chair, running her eyes over the most recent sets of referrals. The last few years had been a whirlwind for her, a whirlwind of work, of peace, and of utter happiness. Frowning slightly, she looked up, across the room, and stood up from her desk, she straightened a few flowers in a small arrangement that she had put together that morning, but one of the pinks had moved too far away from a branch of delicate heather that she had woven in. It was a display of Pinks, heather, gentian, geranium, centred around a single branch of lily of the valley. Having straightened the stray flower, Cerise picked up the PADD that she had chosen, and a bottle of water and stepped out of her office, and down the corridor. Cerise was of average height, her short blonde hair styled back simply of a fashion maybe three or four seasons old, she didn’t care any more to follow such frippery, the days that she had thankfully long long behind her she considered with a shudder. She habitually wore standard gym kit, with her commbadge and rank pips attached, occasionally, if she knew she had a hydrotherapy class, she’d start the day wearing her swimsuit underneath. Reminding herself of her first appointment, she cast her eye over the PADD. ~Ensign Page. Post surgical physio, Post Op Cerebral Haematoma.~ she sighed gently, but carried on her way, apologising to a couple of Ensigns that walked in front of her without looking where they were going, much to their confusion. (Deep Space 9 - Quarks Bar - ACOUNS ACMO LT JG Ariel Trei - 17.35) "That sounds good. I don't recall ever trying okra before so it will be a new experience for me. I still would like a strawberry shake and desert we can figure out after dinner." She turned to Janey and addressed her strange expression of her father. "I am not familiar with the expression "old battle axe" I talked with him before I left for the last mission. He is fine. He does consulting work on Betazed. He retired at LT CDR. You must have known him well. I don't believe I have ever met you. What do you remember of him? Oh and by the way Ariel is fine off duty, LT Trei if you must formally address me but I rarely require the formal since I am a counselor." (Reply West, Brown) (Posted by Edward) (USS Exeter – Physio Office – Physiotherapist Lt(jg) Cerise Blake - 1745) On reaching Ensign Page’s quarters, she hit the doorchime, and waited, a feeling of gentle concern falling over her. Hearing the door chime, Rylee sighed. A few people had been to see her. Mainly Ire and Greta. Both with concern on their faces and both asking if she was okay. Part of her wanted to talk, wanted to tell them but she hadn't. She was struggling but had kept it to herself. “Ensign Page?” Standing, she walked slowly to the door and opened it. Not recognising the woman that stood in front of her, Rylee looked at her and said, "Depends who is asking." Cerise tucked the water bottle under her left arm, and held out her hand slowly, for Rylee to shake. “Lieutenant Blake; I’m your physio.” Looking at the hand, Rylee sighed. "Wasted journey. I don't need a physio ." “Okay.” Cerise smiled delicately…” She pulled out the bottle from beneath her arm, and held it out, would you be a dear? While I make a note? I’m all thumbs today.” Rylee looked at her, took a breath and raised her hand out to take the bottle. She knew that her fingers were trembling slightly and, using all her concentration, she reached for the bottle only just managing to touch it. "Damn it." She exclaimed. "Been a long day. Sorry, I…." Cerise nodded, and tucked the bottle back under her right arm. “Rylee...it was a very cheap shot and I promise the only one that you’ll ever get from me. Lets go into your quarters, get a juice, a chat, and then maybe a swim?” "A swim? My bath tub barely fits one." She replied, stepping back so the woman could enter. "Cheap shot is right. I haven't told anyone… how did you even know…" “Sense of humour.” Cerise smiled gently. “Good Start, important actually. We have a pool on deck 9 yes?” She stepped in leading the other girl into the room, the tenderest of hands inbetween her shoulders. “I actually didn’t. But it’s a really basic test of both fine and major motor skills, cuts the ice too.” Rylee sat down with a sigh. Being exposed, a frailty exposed was hitting her hard. She was a bubbly person but she knew she had the bravado persona. She wanted everyone to see her as tough and capable and, having a weakness like this, she had hidden it. Not knowing how to explain it or wanting the look of sympathy . “I meant what I said, it’s the only one you’ll get from me, would you be insulted if I offered to fix drinks?” "Go ahead." she replied softly. Cerise ordered two fruit juices, a blend of a couple of varieties of orange, with a hint of pink grapefruit, she passed one over. “I knew because there was a time that I was you.” Cerise shrugged. “Took me a year to learn to walk again. That’s how. Like I said. No more cheap shots” " I'm sorry. I just… hate being like this. It takes me half an hour some mornings to put my damn socks on. All because my fingers don't do what I tell them to. “All because I had to be a cocky kid and look what happened. " she replied, holding her hand steady as she grasped the glass of juice. “Rylee, forgive me, you don’t mind first names? I’m Cerise, rank is not a thing.” Rylee shook her head, took a sip of the Juice and put the glass down slowly. “Like I said; I was you. Albeit a lifetime ago it seems. Firstly, you need to stop reexamining what happened. Or believe me it’ll eat you up.” Cerise’s tone was quiet, gentle. “From now on, you only look forward. You’re a fighter, I can see that. Strong and proud. That will help you more than you know.” "I thought you said you were a physio not a psychiatrist." Cerise laughed gently. “A lot of every medical job, from nursing, to accident and emergency, ward Doctors, Surgeons, who knows who else, each of us need to coax, push or occasionally force patients to do the thing that they don’t want to, but will help them the most. There’s a hint of psych’s in all of us.” "It's not that I don't want to… be honest. It's I don't want that look. The look of sympathy. This happened and I'll deal with it. One way or the other." Rylee replied, speaking honestly for the first time since she had been back in her own quarters. “I understand, and I’m not going to sugar coat it, it’s hard. Here’s the thing though. Sympathy comes from a couple of places. Mainly either affection, or identification. If someone shows sympathy toward you, it isn’t coming from a negative place….” She shrugged. “Normally.” "I know. I just…. It's hard to say to people you work with, to friends, that you can't even let your own socks on without a huge amount of concentration. " “And that’s why I’m here.” She smiled warmly. “You can call me sock lady if you want, and when you’re all back up to fighting fit, you can get me the most grotesque pair of socks you can find and I have to wear them for the whole day.” "That I can do. I know a few places that do some pretty…. Interesting patterns." She replied, softening slightly. "I'm sorry." Cerise half smiled, half frowned, puzzled. “What for Rylee?” "Well, for being a bit of a cow." “You’ve been a pussycat believe me. I had a vulcan patient once with a rotator cuff injury. He’d only speak to me in the third person, and referred to me as ‘the odd blonde human’” "That's. .. different. " she replied. "So, what do we do, socky?" Laughing gently, blushing slightly to herself that she’d broken Rylee’s wall. “Today, Like I said. Pool’s free, we have hydrotherapy. Beyond that…” Cerise, rested her hand on Rylee’s “We have a rocky road ahead, and you are going to hate me at times. Please keep it in your mind that when I moan at you or it’s a massage therapy session, sometimes, it needs to hurt to heal.” "I'll remember. Can I ask, how many languages do you understand? I mean without a universal translator. " Cerise laughed warmly. “I like you. Funny girl. “I’m a Starfleet Physio...do you have any idea how many swear words I hear each day?” "You're not betazoid are you?" “Just a Terran.” "Note to self, curse in your head and not out loud. " “You can swear. I know it isn’t personal. Now...awkward question. Need a hand with your swim stuff?” "I can manage. Might take me a while but I can. Don't know you well enough to go there." She replied with a smile Cerise nodded, “Of course. It isn’t about knowing me, Some people...need a lot more help than others, believe me. No offense was meant or taken I assure you.” "A swim sounds good. No racing though." (Reply none) (posted by Jackie and Mark) (USS Exeter - Billy Alexander Quarters - CIO Lieutenant(jg) Jaelle Foxglove and StratOPS, Ensign SG Billy Alexander - 1745) Time, Jaelle needed time to process what the orders that were contained with in the padd she held. She knew she needed to tell Billy, but every time she tried to think of what words to say the escaped her. After the mission with the cult both of them had given each other space, now Jaelle was wondering if that was a good thing. “Oh hey, Jess” Billy said as he opened the door and let her in. “What’s up? You look like you got punched in the gut.” Billy welcomed her in and showed her to the couch. She followed to the couch and took a set. She wanted to talk about anything else other than her new orders. "Things could be better," She spoke softly. "How have you been?" She placed her hand on his concern evident in her voice. “Me, I’m fine. I’ve just been living ya know. I’m easy. You on the other hand, you’ve kind of been distant, but I get that, I gave you space. I didn’t want to get into what happened with Trip anyways. He’s my cousin, and I don’t want to be put into the position to pick sides.” "And I didn't want to make you feel that way. The last thing I want is to put you in a position where you have to pick between family and myself." “Are you still bummed about that?’ "Not bummed," She took a breath there was still a multitude of feeling that she had yet to properly deal with. "Just felt we could all use a little space. The last mission threw a lot at all of us. Though it would be a good time to process. Besides, medical didn't let me out of their eyes for a bit." “Why do I get the feeling there is a huge bombshell coming. I can see it in your face. You look like somebody told you that Santa Claus doesn’t exist.” The conversation felt good. She wanted to just continue to talk like that for the rest of the night. To forget, but Billy had a knack for finding how to get to the heart of a subject. She held his hands tightly as she looked up into his eyes. "I've been recalled and reassigned, effective immediately." The words were softly spoken as her voice trembled at each word passed her lips. “Well what’s the new gig?” "I'm to take command of the newly refitted Starfire. Hunt down and bring the remaining cultists to justice, figure out who was supplying them, and maintain a Federation force in this area until a larger expeditionary force can be established." “That’s a good thing, why do you look like someone kicked a puppy? I mean I’m assuming your rank is being returned and you can put your experience to good use.” "I'm being returned to full commander." She let the padd slide out of her hands. "However this is being handled in part by the Starfleet intelligence and I will fall under the command of Admiral Knight… my adopted mother." Billy peered down at the PADD, “Umm, says here you’re reporting to a Commodore on Deep Space Nine.” "I read that." She shrugged. “I mean I know you don’t trust SFI, but I mean do you really think Admiral Knight would be that duplicitous to piss off the entire Admiralty board?” "No what I mean is she is clever enough to disguise her goal to make it look like what's trying to accomplish will look above board. Like she as done for the last sixty years." “Do you really think the current Admirals are that clueless that they’d fall for something like that, not put in safeguards?” "You know how many times those safe guards have failed. I know I have every reason to trust those orders but I can't not if she's involved." She responded with an iron fist over her emotions. “Well guess you think my Dad is a fool.” Billy said as he sat down in a chair opposite her. "I would never think that." She spoke suddenly finding herself on the defensive. “Maybe it’s just a different way of viewing the world. I’ve never had any reason not to trust the process, and you’ve never had a reason to trust it. Or maybe you have but you rather let the negative evidence outweigh the bad. Who knows? I’m not a mind reader.” "It's just Knight always has found a way." “But it’s a new era, and you’ve got friends higher up. Sometimes a chair is just a chair. A command is just a command.” Now Jaelle felt even worse. Did she just further insult the family of someone she cared about. How much was this for her own good. How much did Trip and Billy tell their respective families. "I haven't earned such kindness. I don’t know them." Jaelle took a moment to find the right words. "I'm not used to having support. I've done everything on my own for so long. It's hard to think…." She shook her head. "I gave up long ago thinking that it could be different." “Then I think this posting might be good for you. Because you’re going to have to learn to listen, trust, and go with your gut, in a hurry. Know that everyone has your back, give you input and trust that your decision is an informed one and the right one. It might be good to learn what it means to be part of a team. Sometimes being the head of the team, the leader, makes you realize how much you need to trust everyone in a hurry, or you’ll all be dead.” "You sound like Trip." She spoke kindly, and chuckled a bit. “I mean that makes sense, we played sports together growing up. But also, we were lucky. Our grandfather is a retired Admiral, our Dads are Admirals. His mom is an Admiral. My mom retired as a commander, my Uncle Thomas and aunt Katie are captains, my uncles Gabriel and Michael are Colonels with the Marines. We grew up around the fleet, around officers, who were always willing to share wisdom. So if I sound like him, its because we had the same….education for lack of a better term.” "And I've had to fight for everything I have. We truly are worlds apart." “Galaxies even,” Billy said with a small chuckle. “But if there is one thing I’ve learned from sports, and yes I know you hate it when I bring it up, is sometimes the only way to truly learn how to work in a team, to feel what trust and support is, is to be the loner or the primadonna, or the I can do it on my own guy, and then have the mantle of leadership thrust upon you.” "I have lead before but never like this. Someone was there in case…." She looked away. "I lost it." “Someone will be there, you will have a First Officer, and whoever that person is you will need to trust their guidance and their support. And trust that when you make up your mind, your decision, they will carry it out. That they will have your back. That they will be there no matter what.” Jaelle nodded as Billy continued, she was glad she came to talk to him. She was curious, when did he become so good at handling her. “Honestly, I think, I think you are up to the challenge, and this will be good for you. But enough about that, enough about trust. Because the only thing that can change your perception is experience, and you haven’t had that yet.” "Maybe you're right." She said simply. “I mean surely there is something about this that might excite you about the opportunity.” "It's a chance to grow, and…" she held her arms wide to exaggerate the point. "While I dont get those options too many times, they do come along." “The thing is, it’s going to be what you make of it. But the fleet, if it’s gonna be rebuilt and be strong, needs its experienced people leading. Commanding ships. And maybe they just need to know if you can do it. Or maybe its exactly as you say and Admiral Knight is the boogeyman, and you will become her puppet for all eternity.” "She eyed Billy." Please don't even joke like that. Truth is I'm scared. She has taken everything away from me time, and time, and time again." She shook her head. "I can't lose everything again." “But whatever happens, I’ll be here. I’ll lend you me ears, my wit, my devilish good looks.” "But you won't be there, and I will miss you." “I know, but subspace communications being what they are, we’ll be able to talk almost every day. You may not have me physically, but you’ll always have my voice.” "It's not enough," she smiled. "It won't ever be good enough." “I know, but that’s life. Life is joyous and bittersweet at the same time. But If nothing else, I think you will learn the most important lesson of all. You can’t do it alone. And your circle needs to be larger. That wherever you are, you will always have allies and friends.” "I think you're wrong about something though." She sighed, and smiled in his words new worlds of possibilities had opened in her mind. "It's not the fact that I can't do it alone. It's that I don't want to do it alone anymore. I need to grow my circle, and that's why we are good for each other. You push me to grow beyond myself. I push you… your limits, your boundaries. We help pull each other where we lack." "Listen, I'll help you pack and help calm any worries you might have. More hands, less work." "That would be nice." She nodded. "We've had enough time apart." "But before you leave, you should talk to Trip." "I might do that, I don't want to leave on a bad foot between Trip and myself." She looked to Billy as she took his hand into hers. "Can you do something for me?" She asked sweetly, pulling her hand away leaving behind her commander pips. "What do you want me to do?" "Last time I removed these pips, I swore I would never wear them again because I didn’t think I ever could. But if it comes from you. Let me start widening my world with you. Can you place those where they need be?." It was simple Jaelle spoke her mind. If she was indeed going to need support. If she was to trust people, ask for their help. Let it start here with Billy and start small with a few simple pips. "Gladly." (Reply none) (Posted by Will and Locke) (Deep Space 9 – Quarks Bar – Operations Ensign Dieter Gregory - 1800) Docking at DS9 was a blessing. It gave Deter time to meet with Murdok and Lieutenant Johnson to review the data that he had generated while on Bajor. Perhaps with some input from the science team, there was a paper to be published. Johnson was especially excited about that possibility. Mid-afternoon he went by to see the Chief, who was grumbling about Dieter’s replacement he was training. The smells, the sights were the same as he remembered them. He liked his new position on the bridge but missed the engineer aspect of his position on the station. After this, they were heading back for refit, which would keep him occupied. But tonight, it was over to Quarks, see about a game of poker with some unwitting participants and Spring wine. Dieter sauntered into Quarks bar, taking a seat at the end so he could see who was coming in. “Hello Quark? Did you miss me? Has Igeba found a way to tap into the new EPS conduits?” Quark came over, and placed two glasses in front of Dieter. “Indeed Ensign. You were quite clever, but I am sure that Igeba will repair what you fixed. If he wants to keep his job that is.” “Wonderful,” Gregory replied, placing some Latium on the bar. “I would like a bottle of Spring Wine from the Kendra Province, Mimji’s house from 2438, if you have it. “ Quark made the Latium disappear before going to a cabinet under the bar and retrieving the requested bottle. It was a beautiful light blue as Quark poured the liquid into one of the glasses. “And who is the luckily lady?” “That depends Quark. That depends.” Gregory lifted the glass and surveyed the surroundings. He was hoping it would be a lucky night. (Reply – any if you want) (Posted by Tim) (Deep Space Nine – Promenade – Quark's- Medical Research – Ensign Dural Methor DrPH – 1816) "You have my appreciation for the offer." The Vulcan noted. "Am I correct in presuming you are en route to Cardassia for a time?" Dural took a drink of his Kanar while the senior officer spoke. “Yes sir,” the Cardassian answered. “I have some leave saved up. I haven’t been back on Cardassia Prime for 8 years now. Long overdue. With perfect travel times, I had planned a week or two on planet, I’ve already been waiting for space available travel to Cardassia for a few days now. All in all I may be gone for three weeks, but this is a fortuitous time to do so, as the protein sequencing and computer simulations will take some time to test against all the variables.” "Illuminar is returning to Mars for a short period and while there I will look in on your research to see how far along it has gotten. While I will not be in a position to involve myself directly I can offer the resources of the ship if you find it desirable." Commander Sekal said with usual Vulcan affect. Dural started, “if I remember correctly,” ~and I do.~ “ your ship has a number of excellent scientists on board, including your first officer. I would be thrilled if any or all of them find the time to view my humble work through the lens of their particular disciplines. Your no direct involvement stance is prudent as one of the safety protocols is limiting the number of people working directly with the pathogens to a minimum. However I can have them provide the raw data, encrypted of course for your science department to leaf through and inbox me any recommendations directly.” "What is the current state of Cardassia Prime? I understand that the largest population centers have been completely restored though some outlying areas are still underdeveloped. The political situation from reports I've seen would seem to point to some instability." “Cardassia and her people are still healing, Commander. Their stubborn and prideful to change. The government is a little more transparent than it was when the military ran it. That helps. Now being part of a greater Federation, we have a better chance of knowing that conquering and taking is not the only way, not even the best way. There is still some inequality, but we’re moving in the right direction.” (Reply Sekal, room for more) (Posted by Todd) SPC Dural Methor DrPH (Deep Space Nine – Promenade – Quark's- Illuminar CO, Lieutenant Commander Sekal – 1818) “Cardassia and her people are still healing, Commander. Their stubborn and prideful to change. The government is a little more transparent than it was when the military ran it. That helps. Now being part of a greater Federation, we have a better chance of knowing that conquering and taking is not the only way, not even the best way. There is still some inequality, but we’re moving in the right direction.” The Vulcan nodded. "The former miltary government and Obsidian Order were a detriment to the healthy growth of Cardassian society. It is satisfying that your people have made the change to a free and open society which can not help but have issues to deal with concerning former conduct and policy. But Cardassia is a valued member of the Federation and Cardassia will receive what help they need to grow into the future. And to that end it has also been satisfying to have you working on Mars alongside long term Federation representatives toward a common goal." He took another drink of the mineral water. "Once the refit to Illuminar is completed I will use what time we have left at Utopia Planitia to interface the computer system to your labs to aid in cataloguing and compiling your research in the interest of speeding them toward your goal. The computer system on Illuminar is cutting edge and should move the database forward a great deal though I will not promise its completion while we are there. The mission scope is still in flux and there is no way to know at this time if it will extend or abbreviate our time there. (Reply: Dural, any) ( Deep Space Nine - Quarks – 2O/CEO – Lieutenant Keira Merek – 1933) The pair had managed to make it to an empty table in a quiet corner on the 2nd floor of the establishment. Keira looked around to ensure that no one was directly observing them before she reactivated the PADD sold to them by Quark. (Reply Ravok) “You can never be too careful.” Keira said. (Reply Ravok) “I mentioned the Tal Shiar mostly to scare that little kllhwnia {R: excrement, vulgar} behind the bar, though the mention is not with out some merit,” Keira said before taking a drink of the reptilian made brandy. “Remember I told you the Empire didn’t like my family they had fallen out of grace?” (Reply Ravok) “My Aunt saved a whole colony by collaboration with a foreign power to cure a plague that had permeated that colony. It was in my Grandfather’s district his section of worlds and he was on it. She angered the wrong people by saving the colony they called her helping treason.” Keira explained. (Reply Ravok) “My father always told me there was reason to believe, but no concrete evidence of the intelligence organization’s involvement. My father was exiled to Carraya to become it’s administrator. My Grandfather was watched closely while on Romulus. My Aunt was supposedly stripped of her Command and brought back to the Praetor fleet which was closely watched. If that were the case, all the Praetor fleet was near Romulus during the supernova, and she would be gone. This shows contrary to what my father was told prior to leaving for Carraya,” Keira further explained. (Reply Ravok) “I plan to figure out what all this means. I plan on analyzing everything on here to see if it’s genuine. It will take some time…” (Reply Ravok) (Posted by Todd) ( Deep Space Nine - Quarks – CTO/30 Lieutenant Ravok – 1935) Sitting in near Isolation, He looked at her as they were sitting down. " Private enough for you?" He asked looking around. “You can never be too careful.” Keira said. " Yeah, but mentioning the Tal Shiar and then running into a corner to review expensive and secretive files on a Romulan woman that was believed to be dead...just screams typical Romulan behavior." He stated. “I mentioned the Tal Shiar mostly to scare that little kllhwnia {R: excrement, vulgar} behind the bar, though the mention is not without some merit,” Keira said. “Remember I told you the Empire didn’t like my family they had fallen out of grace?” " Yes, I remember but you didn't go too much in detail as to why. I know your father still held some favor from his position." Ravok replied “My Aunt saved a whole colony by collaboration with a foreign power to cure a plague that had permeated that colony. It was in my Grandfather’s district, his section of worlds and he was on it. She angered the wrong people by saving the colony they called her helping treason.” Keira explained. " Why would saving a Romulan colony be considered treason? Was it because of outside help ?. The Empire's pride and unwillingness to accept help even for the benefit of it's own people is the real treason. Unless it was done by the Empire. " Ravok speculated. “My father always told me there was reason to believe, but no concrete evidence of the intelligence organization’s involvement. My father was exiled to Carraya to become it’s administrator. My Grandfather was watched closely while on Romulus. My Aunt was supposedly stripped of her Command and brought back to the Praetor fleet which was closely watched. If that were the case, all the Praetor fleet was near Romulus during the supernova, and she would be gone. This shows contrary to what my father was told prior to leaving for Carraya,” Keira further explained. " So what the hell could of all this mean? " He asked before taking a drink of his whiskey. “I plan to figure out what all this means. I plan on analyzing everything on here to see if it’s genuine. It will take some time…” " If I were you I would figure it out soon. As CTO of the Exeter I cant within good reason and my duty to the ship allow you to bring those files on the Exeter. Study them here , then destroy them. If those files must come on the Exeter, then you will have to let Trip know and let me tell you that won't go well." Ravok said to her. He wasn't trying to upset her, but his duty to the Exeter and loyalty to the federation was not something he took lightly...even for her. ( Reply Keira) " Look I get it. I do, but this is some serious s&%# . It stays here. Contact your father, send the information to him if you wish but send it through legal channels but not through any starfleet communications. " He suggested. (Reply Keira) " I would use the civilian channels used by the freighters. Romulan correspondence travel through those lines all the time and they are surprisingly more secure than you would think. We aren't hiding anything from starfleet, we are just separating personal from professional. Handle this as Keira Merek , not as Lieutenant Keira Merek chief engineer of the Exeter." ( reply Keira) ( reply Keira) ( posted by Rob Davis) ( Deep Space Nine – Quarks – 2O/CEO – Lieutenant Keira Merek – 1937) " If I were you I would figure it out soon. As CTO of the Exeter I cant within good reason and my duty to the ship allow you to bring those files on the Exeter. Study them here , then destroy them. If those files must come on the Exeter, then you will have to let Trip know and let me tell you that won't go well." Ravok said to her. His tone wasn’t contrary, and she knew they had both told Trip it was “duty first” that their relationship wouldn’t effect their work. Keira couldn’t help but take it personally, this was her family. “What would you have me do? With the Exeter’s resources and computers I could make short work of this. This could be my long lost Aunt. The Aunt I thought was dead. It looks like if she hadn’t done what she did I might not even exist.” Keira could feel her temper coming to the surface but she pushed it down. " Look I get it. I do, but this is some serious s&%# . It stays here. Contact your father, send the information to him if you wish but send it through legal channels but not through any starfleet communications. " He suggested. “I always use Starfleet channels to contact my folks. What do you suggest, if not that?” Keira asked. " I would use the civilian channels used by the freighters. Romulan correspondence travel through those lines all the time and they are surprisingly more secure than you would think. We aren't hiding anything from starfleet, we are just separating personal from professional. Handle this as Keira Merek , not as Lieutenant Keira Merek chief engineer of the Exeter." “ I see,” she said finishing her first glass of liquid courage and motioned to a waiter for another. “I’ll stay here for a little bit and do what I can. I’m sorry if I put a downer on your celebration night.” (Reply Ravok, if you want) (Posted by Todd) (DS9 - Quarks - SPC Ensign Rylee Page & SPC Ensign Zot - 2041) Sitting at a table on the second level of the bar, Rylee sat by herself. She had wanted to come to the party but wasn't in the mood to mix with people. Since the shuttle incident, she had kept herself to herself, not wanting to let people know she had been struggling. After being roped into doing numerous small portions of a liquid called Vodka. Zot found his opportunity and slipped away. Although he couldn't taste the beverage. He could however feel a burning sensation across his chest. He found it rather unpleasant. He walked up the stairs to the second floor and looked around, interested in the structural design of the cardassian design space station. While he was looking around he noticed Ensign Page sitting at a table by herself. He walked over to her table. " Hello Ensign Page Rylee" he said to her, finding his equilibrium was a bit off. "You should sit down." She replied with a smile. " I think that is best" he said, accepting her offer to sit down and held his hands up in the air to work out his sense of balance. "You're a bit drunk aren't you?" She replied, trying not to smile. " I'm fine...I think. I did 6 tiny portions of Vodka and now I feel...different, but should be fine." He responded, putting his arms back down. "That's one way of putting it. Vodka is not for the faint hearted. Some of the worse hangovers I have ever had were after doing vodka shots at the academy. " " What were you hanging over ? Did Vodka make you hang over a ledge? I certainly hope it wasn't a highly elevated one" Zot said with concern. "It's….it's an earth saying. Trust me when you wake up tomorrow with a headache and feeling sick… that's a hangover." She replied, sighing. " Oh, Well I certainly did know what I was getting myself into it seems. " He looked at her. " You are dressed very nicely compared to the others here. Yet you are sitting alone. May I ask why?" Zot asked. He was still in his uniform yet she was dressed wonderfully. "Thankyou. In answer to your question, I am just not feeling like I want to Be in a large crowd right now. People have been giving me the look." She paused a moment, smiled at him and continued, "the look most humans give when they know you have been through something. I swear if one more person asks if I am okay…" " I'm surprised the look they are giving you isn't about how much of your chest is exposed...does this not make you cold. " Zot asked. Smiling a little, Rylee looked at him, "You get used to it." Taking a slight breath, she leant forward and reached for her drink. Her hand shook a little as she concentrated hard, making sure that her fingers closed around the glass before she lifted it to her. Zot noticed the look of concentration on her face and shot his hand over to hers and gently squeezed her hand around the glass helping her grip it." The injuries you suffered require slight rehabilitation Ensign Page Rylee. " She looked down a little, "I know… I'm sorry. You shouldn't have had to see that." His hand still on hers, she felt the warmth from it and sighed. " See what? I see you. " He was confused about her statement and the need to apologize. "See me like this. I'm strong… but this isn't me." He tilted his head. " I think I understand, you are suffering a crisis of ego. You think people are looking at you and see someone to pity or a subject to...gawk at. " "That's one way to put it." " Although I am one person. I will tell you what I see. I look at you and see blonde hair with various undertones mixed in a healthy glow to your complexion. A pulse rate of 106 beats per minute also as I pointed out before 18 spots on the right and 21 on the left side of your face. I see the same person who I met the other day. Except you are wearing a really nice dress. " Zot remarked as he took his hand away from the glass. Rylee smiled weakly, "How do you do it, Zot? You just have such a refreshing honesty about you." " I just ...talk I guess.Do you want to leave here ? " He asked. Hoping a change in location might make her feel better. "And go where exactly?" Rylee replied with a wink. " Well I have never seen a cardassian space station before. I would enjoy looking at it with you " Zot answered "That sounds perfect. Can I ask a favour though?" Zot tended his head and blinked. " You may" "Would you mind if I held onto your arm? My balance is a little off since the accident. " He stood up, walking to her side of the table, holding out his hand. " Nice and easy Ensign Page Rylee " "Thankyou. " she replied meekly " If people give a look, it will be because many of them have never seen a Eunepian before. " He said as he helped her up. "and not a Trill with balance problems?" She replied as she slipped her arm around his. "Lead on, Macduff!" Zot tilted his head " Has your injury led you to forget my name ?" "It's… never mind. I should show you some Earth history sometime." " I would enjoy that very much, Ensign Page Rylee. Perhaps While we walk you could tell me about home. " Zot said leading her down the stairs. "My home? Trill is… well, my family lived not far from docks by the ocean. The ozone in the air from the sea just captivated me as a kid." Zot listened to her. Trying to picture her words as images in his mind. "Our home was small, perfect. We had flowers growing outside in the garden that just had the most amazing smell when they bloomed." She smiled softly. "Surely you don't want me to babble on about my home?" Zot nodded his head. " No go on. I have only been to Earth and only to San Francisco. So I would enjoy hearing about the place that made you who you are. " "There's not much more to tell really. The docks was the place I spent most of my time. My father has an old fashioned sailing ship moored there. It's nothing special but the smell of the varnish on the deck and the gentle roll of the ocean is something that I miss." She replied, sighing softly as they walked. Zot listened to her. He noticed her balance was not as bad as she had let on. Taking her mind off the present and talking about home seemed to be helping her. If even a little bit. Stopping by a window, Rylee gazed out at the stars, "it's funny. My dad and I used to take the boat out at night and lie on the deck looking up at the stars. From here I can't really tell where my home is." Zot stopped with her. " Yes you can Ensign Page Rylee, Home is not out here. You are your home. Let me clarify. I mean you are a product of your environment and a sum of your collected experiences. Your home is always with you just as mine is always with me. Home made us who we were in the beginning, like the base of a structure. We may leave our physical point of origin. But as we build the structure of our lives…Home is always there underneath it all. So like I said you are your home." Zot replied. Looking away for a moment, something about what he said had made sense. Sighing, she looked back at him and smiled, "Why are you still here?" " In Starfleet?" He asked. "I meant with me. I'm not the best company right now. There's a hundred other more fascinating people that you could be talking to and yet you're supporting me, helping me to just walk around." " Most people look at me and see a face that is peculiar to them. You don't stare at me. It doesn't bother me. It just reminds me of how different I am from them. Yet I don't feel different from you. I feel like you are somehow like me. " Zot explained. "Then people are silly. You would think in this day and age we would be able to look past that." " Walking you around and hearing about your home has made my night much better. I too am dealing with a crisis of ego and your company has made me forget the feelings from the away mission." Looking at him, she put a hand on the arm she was holding, gently. "What happened?" " I had to use a weapon on the planet. I opened fire on the enemy and in a moment of cowardice I dropped it. I was...afraid." Zot admitted as he closed his eyes. "Hey, look at me.Everyone gets scared. You think Trip and Ravok don't get scared because they do. So you dropped a weapon. Big deal. Was it cowardice? No. Tell you the truth, I'm scared right now." He tilted his head wanting to see what she had to say." Why?" "Because what is wrong with me, I need help and I am struggling with admitting that. It makes me feel weak. Makes me feel less than what I am. I struggle to even hold a cup without concentrating. I know it will get better but right here and now… I'm scared." " I see. You're scared of your current situation. Your present reality. A moment that seems endless in its continuity. " "Yes. That's it. I'm scared that this is going to be my new reality." " You are a remarkable individual. Are all Trill like you? I have not had the chance to converse with many " Zot inquired. "What makes you say that?" " I don't know , it just felt like the right thing to say. " He admitted. He wasn't use to having casual conversations. "I'm not remarkable. I'm just me. There hundreds of Trill in Starfleet. If you ask me, you're the remarkable one." " I am no more remarkable than anyone else I have met. I have no sense of smell. I am hearing impaired. I have no teeth. Since leaving my homeworld I have not been able to taste anything offered to me other than vanilla and clove. Everything else don't produce a taste reaction to me. I also don't sleep, therefore I am incapable of dreaming or having nightmares. So I wouldn't say I'm remarkable by any standards. I would say however that I am different. " Zot said with a slight smile. Rylee smiled widely, "That right there. That's what makes you remarkable. The fact that you don't see it. Most guys, they act like they are the centre of attention. That they are the biggest and best in the room. You don't. You listen. " " If you are talking, I have no reason to not listen. " he declared. "Can I ask you another favour?" " You may" He responded with a nod of his head. "I'm actually feeling a little tired. Would you mind walking me home?" " I would be delighted to Ensign Page Rylee, will you be ok? We could transport." "I'll be fine. Just being on my feet for a while takes it out of me a little." " Then we will take our time. " He stated. As he led her toward the docking port of the Exeter. ( reply none) ( posted by Jackie and Rob - spcs Ensign Rylee Page and Ensign Zot) (Deep Space 9 - Quarks bar - Illuminar CO, Lt. Commander Sekal- 2044) "Trip and I were in discussion earlier about the mission the Exeter undertook and I profer my congratulations to yourselves and the crew on the successful completion of it. What are your observations on the situation within the badlands? In the past it has been the retreat and base of resistance in a number of instances and StarFleet has had issues with the unrest. What is the likelihood of isolating it from subversive elements in your estimation?" “Well sir as you know us and the Cardassians have been trying to contain the Badlands for a long time with mixed success. Right now with the fleet at it is I am sorry to say that it would not be possible but with time and fleet build up having something the size of a battle group working out of Deep Space Nine might be able to get and hand on things Sir.” Replied Ire, the Exeter Helmsman. "Well, and now given the fact that Cardassia is a Federation member, with the combination of both Bajor and Cardassia being Federation space, it should be easier to maintain. Though it's a tough area to navigate. But I don't know if you can ever make it not a prime hiding place for scoundrels and subversives. A rat will always find a place to hide from the cat. But it is as Ire says, with time and getting the fleet back to where it needs to be, it will be easier to manage. It's easier to patrol with newer ships, then 50 year old Saber classes." (reply Sekal iyw) "What about you Lynn, what do you think?" (reply Ailynn) At that moment Trip looked over to see Carson Peters, the Illuminar Second Officer approach the group. “This all seems far too professional a conversation to be having in a bar folks!” Carson said with a large smile on his face. As the others turned to see him, “Trip, Ailynn, Ire - good to see you all again.” "It is good to see you to Carson." Trip nodded. Before he can say anything else, another voice chimed in. "Mind if I join you?" Trip looked over and saw the arrival of the Trill science officer Jayton Ayl. "Oh," Trip said, trying to remember the new arrival's name. "Ayl, right, the miracle Trill officer who was dead and then brought back to life. That's you right?" (reply Ayl) "Well it looks like we have a bit of a crowd growing here." Trip said as he looked around at the group that was now congregating at the bar. "And Carson is right, enough shop talk. It's relaxing time. Kind of wish I wasn't in uniform." Trip said with a chuckle. Trip then spied a table. "Shall we take a seat over there? There are enough chairs and it's a bit more comfortable than the bar." (Reply Ayl, Carson, Bracken, Sekal, Ire) (reply Ayl, Carson, Bracken, Sekal, Ire, Any) (posted by Will) (Deep Space 9 - Quarks bar - CFO - Lieutenant (J.G.) - Ire Williams- 2049) "Ire, Ailynn, Over here," Ire looked up as he heard Trip calling his name. "Not sure if you guys ever really got the chance to meet on Mars, but given he's a class of 44er like us, and one of the 'Children of Mars' as the called our crew of ensigns, might be good to reconnect." “Yes sir.” (reply Ailynn) "Sekal this is my First Officer Ailynn Bracken and my Chief Flight Officer Ire Williams. Guys this is the captain of the Illuminar Sekal." "Greetings Doctor Bracken, the last time we met I was bringing Sienna Williams-Verin into medical after her collapse. Congratulations on your posting as executive officer on the Exeter." (Reply Bracken) "Peace and long life Lieutenant Williams. We have not had the chance to meet previously." “Thank you sir.” "Trip and I were in discussion ……” He saw a movement of white out of the corner of his eye and turned his head a fraction to see it. ~Ow wow she looks amazing~ He saw Greta reach the bar, she was wearing a white dress and looked stunning in it. ~Ire you idiot Lieutenant Commander Sekal is talking to you. Quick what was he talking about, ow yes the bad lands~ “……likelihood of isolating it from subversive elements in your estimation?" He looked over at Braken and then back at Sekal. “Well sir as you know us and the Cardassians have been trying to contain the Badlands for a long time with mixed success. Right now with the fleet at it is I am sorry to say that it would not be possible but with time and fleet build up having something the size of a battle group working out of Deep Space Nine might be able to get and hand on things Sir.” (Reply Trip, Bracken, Sekal) (Reply Trip, Bracken, Sekal, any) (Posted by Robbie) (Deep Space 9 - Quarks Bar - 2O, Lieutenant Carson Peters & aCEO, Ens(sg) Vex’ahlia Jordaan - 2051) Deep Space Nine. It was fairly impressive, exactly what he’d expected from the Starbase in fact. Both he and Vex had spent the last few hour walking around the available areas. Neither of them would admit it, but it was exactly what they needed. A bit of alone time, away from the ship, away from the mission. Time together, quiet time to share their thoughts on what had happened. Carson knew what had happened to Taya had a larger affect on Vex than it had on him. When you work in Security, there’s a level of risk that you get used to having. Vex as a creative thinker and an Engineer hadn’t signed up to Starfleet to see her colleagues strung up, stripped and tortured to within an inch of their life. They turned the corner, holding each other’s hand and headed towards the bar which had been recommended to them a few moments earlier. They’d both spotted several of their Illuminar colleagues around the place as they’ve explored. Carson had also noticed Starfleet members of staff which he knew to be under Trip’s command on the Exeter. The bar was already fairly full as they walked in, “I’ll grab some drinks.” Vex said as she untangled her fingers and began walking away from him before spinning around and winking. As she walked away Carson began looking around the room, as he did he heard a voice he recognised. "Ire, Ailynn, Over here," It took a second longer than he’d have liked to identify where Trip was shouting from, but once he did he noticed that the Exeter’s CO was in discussion with Sekal and a few of his crew from the Exeter. Carson smiled and began to move around other proprietors of the bar towards them. Vex got to the bar and ordered a few drinks for herself and Carson. Breathing carefully and reminding herself that irrationally looking for danger all the time was unsociable. A woman in a white dress, that she -sort of- recognised had reached the bar at that moment and she instantly felt underdressed. Looking around to find Carson she noticed that he’d headed towards a group of Starfleet officers, including Sekal and Trip. She could feel the lust of... Ire? She thought his name was as he looked after the woman in the white dress. The bar tender handed her the drinks and seemed surprised that she hadn’t tried to barter down the extraordinarily high price and headed towards the group. Just as he reached the group, Ire was finishing a point, “...having something the size of a battle group working out of Deep Space Nine might be able to get and hand on things Sir.” Making his presence known he spoke up, “This all seems far too professional a conversation to be having in a bar folks!” He said with a large smile on his face. As the others turned to see him, “Trip, Ailynn, Ire - good to see you all again.” (Reply all/any present) At that moment Vex rejoined and passed him a drink, “Thank-you.” He said as she nodded to him and began sipping her own drink. (Reply all/any present) (Posted by Jono Bradley - Carson Peters & Vex’ahlia Jordaan) (Deep Space 9 - Quarks bar - Illuminar CO, Lt. Commander Sekal- 2055) “Well sir as you know us and the Cardassians have been trying to contain the Badlands for a long time with mixed success. Right now with the fleet at it is I am sorry to say that it would not be possible but with time and fleet build up having something the size of a battle group working out of Deep Space Nine might be able to get and hand on things Sir.” "Well, and now given the fact that Cardassia is a Federation member, with the combination of both Bajor and Cardassia being Federation space, it should be easier to maintain. Though it's a tough area to navigate. But I don't know if you can ever make it not a prime hiding place for scoundrels and subversives. A rat will always find a place to hide from the cat. But it is as Ire says, with time and getting the fleet back to where it needs to be, it will be easier to manage. It's easier to patrol with newer ships, then 50 year old Saber classes." Sekal nodded his head having agreed with both statements. The Badlands were extensive and broken territory that was sure to be difficult to police no matter the resources allocated to it. In the annals of this sector it remained a sore point which had been unchanged for hundreds of years. "It would appear the most logical recourse is to set up a sensor net using current bodies on the periphery to base the array with the establishment of a fast response tactical wing to respond to any incursions. The logistics would be daunting which is no doubt why it has not been done previously." "What about you Lynn, what do you think?" Trip asked his first officer. (reply Ailynn) Illuminar officers began joining their group soon afterward. “This all seems far too professional a conversation to be having in a bar folks!” Carson said with a large smile on his face. As the others turned to see him, “Trip, Ailynn, Ire - good to see you all again.” "It is good to see you to Carson." The Exeter CO nodded as did Sekal. (Reply: Carson) "Mind if I join you?" "Oh," Trip paused an instant. "Ayl, right, the miracle Trill officer who was dead and then brought back to life. That's you right?" (reply Ayl) Sekal decided that this was a good time for introductions. "I am unaware of who is familiar with whom so it is logical to 'make the rounds' so to speak." With his right hand he indicated the officers from the Exeter. "Commanding Officer, Lieutenant Commander Trip Williams whom you have already spoken to, his first officer Ailynn Bracken and his senior flight officer Ire Williams." (Reply: Carson, Alyl) With his left hand he indicated the Illuminar Officers. "Commander Williams is cognizant of them but this is Lieutenant Carson Peters my second officer and Lieutenant Jaton Alyl the senior science officer on Illuminar." (Reply: Bracken, Ire) "Well it looks like we have a bit of a crowd growing here. And Carson is right, enough shop talk. It's relaxing time. Kind of wish I wasn't in uniform." Sekal's attention was arrested by the sight of a Bajoran entering the bar with two others wearing Bajoran security colors. The two appeared unhappy to be here with their charge and were nervously fingering the phasers at their belts. The man was waving for him to join him at the entrance. "Shall we take a seat over there? There are enough chairs and it's a bit more comfortable than the bar." "I shall be with you momentarily." Sekal strode away from the group as they began moving toward the table. (Reply: Any) It didn't take long to manuever his way around the other patrons. "Minister." The Minister of Bajoran security stepped out so they could talk without blocking the passage. "Commander Sekal I was told you were here. I'm glad I found you." the man looked relieved. "Whast seems to be the issue Minister?" "You left orbit pretty abruptly with Kai Hetel aboard your ship and there was some concern. When we heard you were en route to DS9 I was asked to come along and see if she would be ready for a return. I brought along a hefty group to see to her safety." Sekal cocked his head slightly. "The report from my Chief Medical Officer was explicit Minister, Lieutenant Solice expects to release her in the morning." "Well I'm sure you can understand that her return is eagerly anticipated and having her this far out in the system was... unexpected. The sooner we can get her back to Bajor the better," "Then my recommendation would be for your ship to stand by outside the station and take Kai Hetel aboard in the morning so that you may ferry her directly to Bajor Minister." The Bajoran huffed a bit at that but relented. "Very well, if I can't change your mind...?" "No. I will not act against the recommendations of my senior medical officer." "All ritght then. So be it. We will return to the ship and stand by. I'll notify the High Committeeman of the delay. The man turned in a huff while Sekal reentered the bar and made his way to the table where the others had found seats. Pulling up a chair he spoke. "My apologies for the absence, a matter of ships business. There has been a rumor that Commodore Remae may be planning a party on the station. Have any of you heard of it?" (Reply: Any) (Posted by Charles G) (Deep Space 9 - Quarks bar - Exeter FO Lt(sg) Ailynn Bracken - 2055) "Ire, Ailynn, Over here," Ailynn looked across the crowd, and smiled, raising a hand in reply. She drained her beer and grabbed another, greeting a few people with a wide smile as she did. "Not sure if you guys ever really got the chance to meet on Mars, but given he's a class of 44er like us, and one of the 'Children of Mars' as the called our crew of ensigns, might be good to reconnect." She reached the area where Trip and Ire were now talking to a Vulcan that she remembered.” "Sekal this is my First Officer Ailynn Bracken and my Chief Flight Officer Ire Williams. Guys this is the captain of the Illuminar Sekal." Sekal nodded to both. "Greetings Doctor Bracken, the last time we met I was bringing Sienna Williams-Verin into medical after her collapse. Congratulations on your posting as executive officer on the Exeter." “Our paths have crossed many times Sekal. Not always on the best of circumstances. Good to see you again.” Ailynn smiled. "Trip and I were in discussion earlier about the mission the Exeter undertook and I profer my congratulations to yourselves and the crew on the successful completion of it. What are your observations on the situation within the badlands? In the past it has been the retreat and base of resistance in a number of instances and StarFleet has had issues with the unrest. What is the likelihood of isolating it from subversive elements in your estimation?" “Well sir as you know us and the Cardassians have been trying to contain the Badlands for a long time with mixed success. Right now with the fleet at it is I am sorry to say that it would not be possible but with time and fleet build up having something the size of a battle group working out of Deep Space Nine might be able to get and hand on things Sir.” Replied Ire, the Exeter Helmsman. "Well, and now given the fact that Cardassia is a Federation member, with the combination of both Bajor and Cardassia being Federation space, it should be easier to maintain. Though it's a tough area to navigate. But I don't know if you can ever make it not a prime hiding place for scoundrels and subversives. A rat will always find a place to hide from the cat. But it is as Ire says, with time and getting the fleet back to where it needs to be, it will be easier to manage. It's easier to patrol with newer ships, then 50 year old Saber classes. "What about you Lynn, what do you think?" “Rule of law is absolute in the Federation, the second that we start turning a blind eye to ‘scoundrels that’s where the rot sets in. That’s what my family has been fighting for 20 years. That inherent rot.” (Reply any) At that moment Trip looked over to see Carson Peters, the Illuminar Second Officer approach the group. “This all seems far too professional a conversation to be having in a bar folks!” Carson said with a large smile on his face. As the others turned to see him, “Trip, Ailynn, Ire - good to see you all again.” "It is good to see you to Carson." Trip nodded. Before he can say anything else, another voice chimed in. "Mind if I join you?" Trip looked over and saw the arrival of the Trill science officer Jayton Ayl. "Oh," Trip said, trying to remember the new arrival's name. "Ayl, right, the miracle Trill officer who was dead and then brought back to life. That's you right?" “Alyl!” she hugged him briefly. “Good to see you. We’ll catch up in a minute.” As Trip and Alyl caught up, Ailynn stepped up to Sekal. “Sekal? A moment of your time? She motioned to a quieter area, next to a balcony.” (REply Sekal) “You’re a proud Vulcan, a man of Logic and science, in the same way that I am. May I ask you a question, prefaced by slight preamble?” (Reply Sekal) “So briefly, last mission, Myself and all the officers and Crew having Bajoran DNA were kidnapped. Myself and Doctor Ryelle, A proud Officer and former Bajoran Priest were locked in one room. THey stared filling it with dioxotrase, a horribly toxic gas. I was able to save Ryelle, given the cocktail I had in my medical bag, but that same combination would have killed me, dextrocardia you understand. As I felt the life drain out of me, I saw Ryelle pray...and beg, to swap places. Prayed to the Prophets, who granted that prayer. I saw the Emissary. I survived. I’m having trouble balancing that one with logic. I appreciate that I am a mere human, I suppose what I’m asking is How do I balance out the illogical?” (Reply Sekal) (posted by Mark.) (Deep Space 9 - Quarks bar - Illuminar CO, Lieutenant Commander Sekal - 2058) Sekal had not pushed his chair to the table when Ailynn Bracken was at his elbow. “Sekal? A moment of your time?" He followed her gesture to a quieter area, nodded and rose to his feet to follow. The balcony was beneath a staircase and overlooked the central hub of the station which continued down another twelve meters and was accessed by the same stair which spiraled around and down. He looked toward her as she turned to face him. “You’re a proud Vulcan, a man of Logic and science, in the same way that I am. May I ask you a question, prefaced by slight preamble?” An eyebrow had quirked at the mention of pride but he took no offense. Whatever she had to say appeared to be important to her. "Of course." “So briefly, last mission, Myself and all the officers and Crew having Bajoran DNA were kidnapped. Myself and Doctor Ryelle, A proud Officer and former Bajoran Priest were locked in one room. They started filling it with dioxotrase, a horribly toxic gas. I was able to save Ryelle, given the cocktail I had in my medical bag, but that same combination would have killed me, dextrocardia you understand. As I felt the life drain out of me, I saw Ryelle pray...and beg, to swap places. Prayed to the Prophets, who granted that prayer. I saw the Emissary. I survived. I’m having trouble balancing that one with logic. I appreciate that I am a mere human, I suppose what I’m asking is How do I balance out the illogical?” Sekal cocked his head. Many such illogical circumstances appeared to revolve around Bajor as a planet orbits a star. One of his own officers had reported seeing the Emissary through the orb of time along with others of those the Bajorans called the Prophets. The Prylar who had instigated unrest in the temple plaza had made an abrupt about face often colloquially called a 'change of heart' and Kai Hetel Krevi had herself unraveled the key to restoring the orbs by dispensing the alter universe orb carried by Commodore Remae into the wormhole after a vision she credited to Captain Benjamin Sisko, known by her as the Emissary. He nodded at her quandry. "Logic is a product of truth and the basic foundational principles upon which the Universe is supported. Because of logic everything that exists may be weighed, quantified and expressed. Through logic emotions are subordinated to the pursuit of the essence of existence and breakthroughs in knowledge are fostered because logic is the essence of scientific principle.." An eyebrow raised. "However it has been my experience that outside of our universe there exist forces that defy logic, acting as chaotic agents within the framework of reality. Q is one such example and those the Bajorans call the Prophets are another. Illuminar encountered both on our mission. Those that exist outside of our reality are not governed by our laws nor are they weakened by our limitations. The abilities they use can only be described as ... illogical." He turned his head for a moment before looking back. "Their existence and actions defy logic becuase of the scale upon which they act however they cannot be ignored. To do so would be a violation of truth and subversive to logic itself. And therein lies the dilemna you have just noted. How are we to reconcile what we have seen and experienced with logic?" He crossed his arms over his chest. "Quite simply we note those actions experientially, judging the outcome by what we have seen and heard and accept that the outcome came about not by science nor by magic but by powers beyond our understanding and to which we have not yet attained. Nor do we blindly worship those who have brought about an outcome as the Bajorans do but understand that the being or beings who created the circumstance have ascended to a higher evolutionary plateau than we ourselves have. Therein lies the difference between faith as supported by those such as the Bajorans and observation by one who is dedicated to the pursuit of science and logic." (Reply: Bracken, any) (Posted by Charles G) (Deep Space 9 - Quarks bar - Exeter FO Lt(sg) Ailynn Bracken - 2059) “...And therein lies the dilemna you have just noted. How are we to reconcile what we have seen and experienced with logic?" He crossed his arms over his chest. "Quite simply we note those actions experientially, judging the outcome by what we have seen and heard and accept that the outcome came about not by science nor by magic but by powers beyond our understanding and to which we have not yet attained. Nor do we blindly worship those who have brought about an outcome as the Bajorans do but understand that the being or beings who created the circumstance have ascended to a higher evolutionary plateau than we ourselves have. Therein lies the difference between faith as supported by those such as the Bajorans and observation by one who is dedicated to the pursuit of science and logic." Ailynn nodded, taking a drink out of her beer, her mind racing. “A sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguible from magic…” She said slightly obliquily” (Reply Sekal) “Forgive me, it’s quote from a story or something that my gran read. Back in Earths past they had writers that would create stories about the future. That was part of one of them, it always sounded daft...” She shrugged. “...Illogical I suppose, but now with what’s happened to me, and with your added insight, it makes sense. We’re each a part in a greater universe. Prewarp civilisations would regard us and react in the same way that I did on meeting the prophet.” (Reply Sekal) (Posted by Mark) (Deep Space 9 - Quarks bar - Illuminar CO, Lieutenant Commander Sekal- 2102) Ailynn sipped her drink thoughtfully. “A sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguible from magic…” She mused. Sekal inclined his head to the left. "Pardon me? “Forgive me, it’s quote from a story or something that my gran read. Back in Earths past they had writers that would create stories about the future. That was part of one of them, it always sounded daft...” She shrugged. “...Illogical I suppose, but now with what’s happened to me, and with your added insight, it makes sense. We’re each a part in a greater universe. Prewarp civilisations would regard us and react in the same way that I did on meeting the prophet.” The Vulcan didn't have to consider the point long. "Logical in its own way perhaps. From the point of view of a primitive society space travel, warp drive and fusion reactors might be perceived as being fueled by unknown powers and the beings on starships worshipped as gods or their emissaries hence the prime directive." (Reply: Bracken) He nodded. "The significance was not lost on me. Captain Sisko's moniker as emissary is due to the religious nature of his station. As an experienced command officer in starfleet his loss was... unfortunate." (Reply: Bracken) ,(Posted by Charles G) (Deep Space - Quarks- Nurse – CPO - Ewan McDonald - 2103) Ewan was running late, and he had been delayed by saying goodbye to his sister. She had to get back to her ship as it was going for mooch around the system. He knew that there was more to her story that she was not telling him but had not pressed. The party was in had got started as he entered. He spotted a few colleges who was gathered by a table already drinking. He gave them a wave as he weaved his way through the crowd towards the bar. He got to the bar and caught the bartenders attention. “Back again.” “Yes, but it’s just me this time. You still got any of that 25 year scotch whisky?” “Yes but you are not the only one drinking it.” He followed the bar tender`s look down the bar to a woman wearing a white dress. It took him a moment to work out that it was Greta Smith from security. She had been in sickbay during one of the many influxes of patients. ~Blimy she looks good out of uniform. Calm yourself your 12 older then her and she`s also got that flyboy~ He nodded his thanks as the Bartender handed him his glass, he took sip and smiled. ~That`s nice~ He glanced back at Greta. ~Ow hell she is on her own. It will be nice to chat with someone from home~ He moved down the bar. “Good evening Ensign Smith.” (Reply Smith) “Yes Ewan McDonald. I could not help but notice that you were drinking whisky it’s not the 25 year scotch because it’s the best that they have here.” (Reply Smith) “I don`t get to meet to many people from home. Where from the highlands and islands is home for you?” (Reply Smith) (Reply Smith, any) (Posted by Robbie) (Deep Space Nine – Quarks - Tac/Sec Ens.(sg) Stan More & Spc COB MCPO Erik Knight- 2105) Stan had returned to Quarks with even more questions than answers. His grandmother had explained about the whole family feud. But Stan could still not believe something like that. Was still going on in this day and age. Erik sat at a table in Quarks on the second floor. While the young crew were partying, He was reviewing his itinerary on his PADD. He opened a file and looked at the image of the officer and their name. It was the file of Ensign Stan More, from security. Erik closed the file and put the small PADD in his pocket. He stood up, grabbing his beer and walked over to the edge and looked over the rail. " Speak of the Devil " he said to himself as he saw Ensign More walking through the crowd near the entrance. Knight took a drink of his beer and made his way down the steps. He approached the young officer. " Ensign More , you sir are in a lot of trouble." Giving him a serious glare. “ Oh?” Had this long lost cousin. Reported him to Commander Trip? Knight started laughing. " Who comes to a party without a drink in their hand ? Let me get you something." Erik said, smiling at him. “ A orange juice and tonic if ya please.You seem to have me at a wee disadvantage. Who may you be?”. Stan asked "Master chief Petty officer Erik Knight , chief of the boat...this way " Erik responded, gesturing towards the bar. He looked at the bat tender. " Orange juice and tonic and another one of these." He said,setting the empty beer down in the counter as the bartender set a new cold beer in front of him and Stan's drink was handed to Stan. “ I see. Your the person I was to report to. I suppose the Commander has explained.” Stan said. taking the drink. He sat down and sipped his beer. " The captain didn't explain a damn thing to me. No he told me your name sent me your file and said you'd be stopping by. " Erik responded. “ He wants me to meet with you each week. You see I am ok on away missions. But the Captain is a little concerned over my behaviour on the ship. He fears if my wreckless nature is not tempered. Then I could put Exeter in danger. “ Stan told him sipping his drink. Erik listened to Stan , hanging on to every word. " A wreckless danger then ?" “ I lost my temper with most of the Medical staff. I have apologised to them. I even made friends with Vespers. But it should never of happened.” He said Erik stook a big drink of his beer and looked at the bottle. " I don't care about any of that. In fact I don't care about your file, you as an officer isn't important to me. There are alot of security officers in Starfleet. Replicas of replicas. You're a dime a dozen Stan , do you mind if I call you Stan?" Stan blinked this was not what he was expecting. “ Yes please do,” More said " Starfleet only has one Stan More. That's who I want to talk to. If you want to be a better officer let's look at being a better man, and becoming a better man ,not for them. Not for me ,but for you. " “ Me? I don’t think that’s a path we wish to go down. There are some things in my past. That I really would like to keep locked away.” He replied " Hmm , I see. Well I'm not expecting you to tell me anything beyond what you feel comfortable disclosing. " He took another drink of his beer. Stan looked at his drink. He felt like walking away. This was not a conversation he wanted , at this time. " I noticed your accent, a scotsman?" Erik inquired. “ Aye that I am.” Sten replied " My maternal grandfather was Scottish. William McGowan. Hell of a man he was. Could perform a beautiful rendition of Flower of Scotland, he always said ,Any true Scot feels that song in their bones." Erik said, smiling and thinking of his grandfather. Stan knew the tune very well. His ex fiancés father used to play it. More did not like being reminded of her. It brought back many unhappy memories. So he changed the subject. “...... I never knew my maternal grandfather. Lcmd Butch McTaggard. He was killed in action during the Dominion war. That’s why my family is not too happy I am in security. They wanted me to stick with science. But there was no room for another scientist on the Exeter. Hence the yellow shirt.” Stan said. Hoping Knight would not start digging. Erik raised his bottle. " Lieutenant commander Butch Mctaggard" He toasted Stan's grandfather. “ Butch McTaggard.” Stan repeated. Erik took another drink. " My family wanted me to be an officer. So I went to the academy for two years and dropped out and decided to enlist. I figured sitting in classroom was wasting time. Time that could be better spent serving on a starship. My father was a chief Engineer aboard the USS Galant- D. So I know all about following one's own path. " Erik responded noticing Stan seemed off center a bit. Just then Stan saw Penn.He wanted to speak with her again. With Quarks being full he hoped she could not Physically attack him. As she nearly did last time they met. “ She’s back.” He said " It's alright Stan, if you rather be alone and take your time. I will take no offense. I won't ask you to walk any path you don't want to take." Erik said. “ No no it’s not that. See that red haired lassie.” He explained pointing. Erik looked. " She's a beautiful young woman." “ I found out today she is my first cousin. Apparently her side of my family. Have not spoken to mine since the year 2240. Because of a family feud that cannot be ended. Due to the death of my Grandfather.”Stan explained Erik nodded his head. " Maybe the two of you being here is the chance to show that all feuds come to an end. " “ The women of my family are well known for their stubbornness. I can but try. Listen maybe in the next few wee days we could meet up again.” Stan said " I look forward to it. Maybe we can meet up for some drinks in a few days. " Erik said tilting his bottle of beer towards him. “ I would like that thank yer. “ Stan replied. ( Reply none ) ( posted by Norman and Rob - SPC COB MCPO Erik Knight) (Deep Space 9 - Quarks Bar - Sec-Ens. Penny McTaggard - Tac/Sec Ens.(sg) Stan More - 21:06 ) After his conversation with Knight. Stan started to look for Penny in Quarks. He needed to get this problem with the family sorted. Just because their families were to stubborn. To end some hundred plus feud. Then that was up to them. But as Starfleet Officers Stan and Penny to know better. The place was quite full with crews from all the ships. Stan was looking for a red haired women. Walking up the stairs that led to the upper sections stan looked down on the crowd. It was there he saw her. She must of been looking for him. Because Penny started walking up the stairs towards him.More did not like the look in her eyes. Slowly she moved towards him. Like a Snake slowly moving towards it prey. Stan hoped a bar full of ones crew mates. Would save him from Penny. Happily ripping him a new one. “ Now look lassie. I did nee come to this bar looking fur a fight. I just wish to a parlay with yer in peace.” Stan informed her. “ Och is that so? No doubt yer wish for me to tell yer. How it’s all my kins fault. That we are the ones who kept the feud going. How you the eastern side of the family. Are so goody goody.” Penny said. “ Look both our families have their traits. We are Starfleet Officers. We cannot go around feuding.” Stan said “ Yer only saying that because yer scared. I did some digging about yer. Your inches away from being booted off the Exeter. Your Commanding officer hates yer. He is just waiting for you to fail again. So come on make his day hit me.” Stan took a step backwards this women was crazy. Penny had been drinking and was a little drunk. That was probably why she felt confident enough. To rip into her newly discovered cousin. She was not going to have her side of the family. Besmirched by this peacock. Plus she did have backup. Penny also took a step backwards. But her backup mistook this for his new mistress. Being under attack and pounced from his hiding place. Suddenly out of no where something small with huge buggy eyes and small teeth. Made a charge towards Stan's foot. The Chihuahua buried its small teeth into Mores foot. “ Stan no...bad boy!” Penny shouted “ Me I dinna do anything!!!!” Stan Said “ No my wee doggie Stan.” She said pulling the big eyed mini nipping machine , off Stan's shoe. More beat a hasty retreat. He could of had her arrested and the animal confiscated. But he felt that would not help. After all he had to find some way to get on with her. ( Reply , None ) ( Posted by:- Norman 🐼 & Penny 🐨) (Deep Space 9 - Sickbay - Tac/Sec Ens.(sg) Stan More 21:10 ) Stan limped into Sickbay and hoped on the great bird of the galaxy. That he would not face DS9’s famous officers. But he was lucky they were not around. The medic on duty treated Stan's foot. The small mini nipping machine had bitten through his shoe. A DS9 security officer asked Stan what happened. He could understand why they were taking an interest. If there was something dangerous running around Quarks. More people could be hurt. But if Stan told him that Penny had set her pet Chihuahua on him. It would look bad for the crew of the Illuminar. Cause tension between to two ships security departments. Plus add fuel to this silly family feud. Besides maybe it had been case of miss understanding? Lots of strange people and loud noise. If he were a small bug eyed little dog. Wouldn’t a sudden movement cause me to act. In protecting my owner. ~ It must of thought I was going to attack her. Those little dogs do have egos bigger then their bodies. No I’ll not press for it to be confiscated.~ Stan thought. After convincing the guard everything was fine. Stan returned to Quarks. ( Deep Space Nine - Quarks -Tac/Sec Ens. (Sg) Stan More 21:13 ) Stan ordered an Beer. Taking a sip he looked around. Penny obviously worried More would cause trouble. Had left Quarks probably taking that bug eyed nipping machine away. He heard someone come up behind him. Turning he saw it was his department head Lieutenant Ravok. “ Greetings Lieutenant” Stan said ( Reply , Ravok ) “ Yer saw that?” More said taking a sip of his drink. ( Reply , Ravok ) “ No. I understand that regulations stipulate I should. Whether she is my cousin or not.But reading the situation and surroundings. I don’t think there was any malice intended. Plus those things have wee teeth. So no real damage.” Stan told him. Which was not quite true. The Chihuahua had bitten through his shoe. ( Reply , Ravok ) ( Posted by:- Norman 🐼 ) ( Deep Space Nine - Quarks - CTO/3O Lieutenant Ravok -21:16 ) Ravok excused had excused himself from Keira and made his way down stairs to his Ensign. Having witnessed a small dog attack him a short while before Ravok wanted to see how Stan was holding up from this most horrific attack. Truth be told Ravok found it funny. At this point Ravok had consumed a good bit of whiskey. He was feeling loose and ready to go. His body was still sore but he was feeling a little more numb. Ravok walked over to the bar. "ENSIGN MORE!!! What's up buddy?" Ravok said rather loudly. “ Greetings Lieutenant” Stan said " I saw the ferocious attack earlier. How are you holding up? " He asked Stan and took a drink of the whiskey in his hand. “ Yer saw that?” More said taking a sip of his drink. " Uhh yeah duh. Of course I did. Who brings a dog to a bar? That's crazy human stuff right there. " Ravok laughed, downing the rest of his whiskey " WOOO!!!" He slammed the empty glass down on the bar and looked at rye bartender and pointed to his empty glass " Whissssskey". The bartender nodded and filled his glass with more. Ravok looked back at Stan. " Want to have the bug eyed beast hauled off to the brig? I can make it happen ...I know people. Very important people who can make things happen. " Ravok said laughing, taking yet another drink of his Whiskey. “ No. I understand that regulations stipulate I should. Whether she is my cousin or not.But reading the situation and surroundings. I don’t think there was any malice intended. Plus those things have wee teeth. So no real damage.” Stan told him. Ravok looked down at Stans foot. " Would your shoe like to have the dog hauled off ? Ravok asked Stan. " Hold on hold on ,let's ask your shoe." Ravok crouched down. " Hi umm Ensign More's shoe . Would you like to file a complaint ?" Ravok laughed and stood back up. " Your Shoe ignored me." He said to Stan and patted him on the shoulder. (Reply Stan) " Sorry Stan , I've had a good bit of whiskey this evening. Are you ok ?" ( reply Stan) ( reply Stan) ( posted by Rob Davis) (Deep Space 9 - Quarks - Tac/Sec Ens. (sg) Stan More - 21:17) As Stan walked back into Quarks he could feel people laughing at him. Stan had two choices he could loose his temper. Thus saying goodbye to the vacant ACTO position. Plus any future trust from the Command team. The second which he preferred was to join in the laughter. With good humour and a big smile. “ Well. They say. Anything can happen at Quarks!” Stan said laughing with them. He patted a few shoulders and ordered him self a Beer. Stan was not keen to drink alcohol. It dulled his edge plus if any of his fellow Exeter crewmen. Needed help he wanted to be sober.But he also wanted to be in with the guys. He could always pretend to order more. While still holding to the same glass of beer. Plus he was good at pretending to be three pigeons before the mast. Ravok was already well away. He began speaking to Stan’s foot. " Would your shoe like to have the dog hauled off ? Ravok asked Stan. " Hold on hold on ,let's ask your shoe." Ravok crouched down. " Hi umm Ensign More's shoe . Would you like to file a complaint ?" Ravok laughed and stood back up. " Your Shoe ignored me." He said to Stan and patted him on the shoulder. “ I’ll shoe walk brig to the straight..... I mean Shoe I’ll brig..... shoe.....och ya know.” More said pretending to be drunk. " Sorry Stan , I've had a good bit of whiskey this evening. Are you ok ?" “ Whiskey! nay that be a lassies drink. A good Scotch aged for a minimum of three years. In pure oak barrels in my bonnie homeland of Scotland. Now that’s a drink that if drunk irresponsibly will help to loose a days worth of memory’s!” Stan said he was good at pretending to be tipsy. ( Reply , Ravok ) “ That wee bug eyed beastie? Nay!.... After a downing a glass or two of Bruichladdich's X4 . You could be mauled by a pack of Jackal Targs. Watch as they run off in four directions with yer limbs......and still be able to laugh about it. While yer bleed to death.” Stan said ( Reply , Ravok) “ Lieutenant I am from Scotland. We invented the enchant art of brewing the high alcohol drinks. My friends uncle once drank two glass of scotch. Fell from a high cliff and even with two broken arms , fractured ribs and a smashed eardrum. Still managed to walk to the hospital ten miles away.” Stan said ( Reply , Ravok ) ( Posted by:- Norman 🐼 ) (Quarks bar-DS9 - aCOO Ensign Paul Sleeford 21:30) Sitting there nursing his second malt, Sleeford watched the crews of the Exeter and Illuminar getting slowly wasted. Smiling to himself he knew the medical staff on both ships would be busy in the morning. Swirling the amber liquid round in the glass he recalled the night his dorm of eight would be marine officers got drunk of two bottles of Romulan Ale that had been smuggled into the room, his head had hurt for days bc and his insides had felt like someone had ripped them out. He’d vowed then never to drink to excess again. As he watched some of the crews where getting friendly with the Dabo girls, Quark might be moaning about free drinks but others things would net him a profit. Finishing his drink he sat there contemplating life and all things in general, he’d had a comma call from his mother a hour before the party informing him his father, his biological father had been found dead in a seedy hovel in South Africa, how he’d died was still unknown but as far as Paul was concerned he could have died years ago, he’d left when Paul and his sister had need four and three respectively. No there was no sense of loss there. Crossing his legs he stared off into space for several seconds lost in childhood memories, some good , some bad. Standing he took his empty glass back to the bar, taking two bottles of Bajorian ale he wandered back to the ship, seeing the two security guards hadn’t changed shift he placed the bottles on the floor and winked. “For later. Don’t drink them now, not worth the trouble. “ (DS9 - Quarks - CSO Lt JG Erin Cortez & SFI Agent, Lt. Commander Tyko Nix - 2230) Sitting at the bar, Erin glanced at the mix of people walking by. Mars had been a melting pot of cultures and people but Deep Space 9 was something else. The anthropologist in her was fascinated by the various races and cultures that were around. Watching the crew of both the Exeter and the Illuminar mix was fascinating in itself. Signing, she took a sip of her drink and looked out over the promenade. ~We might be young but we have fire. Whatever comes our way, we will meet it head on.~ she thought to herself as she leaned back in her chair. “Is this seat taken?” Nix asked as he walked up to the lone officer sitting by herself. He was dressed in typical bajoran civilian clothing. Looking up, Erin shook her head, "No, please feel free. " ~he looks familiar but the name is escaping me~ “You’re Erin Cortez right?” he asked realizing who he was sitting next to.“I was reading through the Exeter manifest, you’re the one that I here keeps punishing herself for other people’s crimes.” Nix paused. “Sorry, too forward?” And then it hit her, ~Nix. Intelligence. ~ Sitting up straight, Erin raised an eyebrow, "that's one way of putting it. Tell me Mr Nix, you obviously know about me. You ever had memories in your head that aren't yours?" “Simple answer, no. Complicated answer, yes.” "Okay, then answer me this. You had two contrasting memories of the same event, neither were yours? " she paused for a moment, "I'm sorry. I get defensive at times. It's not something that I really like to talk about. " “No, never had that. But let me ask you this. Why should it matter whose memories are in your head?” "I spent a long time, some of which involved talking with your colleagues which was not an altogether pleasant experience. So, you should know what I reported. Those memories are dark, horrific even but they are mine now. So, in answer to your first question, I do struggle with punishing myself for things I know I didn't do." “Well first off, I’ve been undercover for years, so they aren’t my colleagues.” Nix paused. “And just be happy that they are things you didn’t do. Not all of us are that lucky. Some of us have to live with all the souls who died on our watch. Whether by our hand or inaction.” "That…. I am sorry for that, I know how trite I must sound. How…. What's the word, dramatic. I'm 23, barely out of the academy. First major posting? Somehow get a megalomaniac cardassian scientist in my head. It's a lot for a girl to deal with. Added to that, I have Admiral Remae's memories too…. It's a wonder I'm not totally crazy. So, allow me a little self doubt over those memories?' “Look here is the thing with memory. They are unreliable. Especially when you get to be my age. Hell I don’t even remember how old I am anymore. You may remember things one way, then a week later, you remember it differently. You can even repress them, hide them, or you can own them. But memories are exactly that, an echo, a shadow. But it doesn’t change who you are and who you can become.” Nix then tapped her head, “You shouldn’t let stupidity from here.” He then took his hand and very carefully poked where her heart was. “Poison what’s in here.” Smiling softly, she nodded, "I'm still learning, still adapting. There's a lot up here…" she tapped her head, ".... that I know isn't me. It's taken me over a year to reach that conclusion. However, there are things I did. I did assault at least two officers, well, again my body did. Tried to run and ending up…. Well you know the rest." "And yet nobody. And an incompetent Gul was easily bested. Be thankful no one died. I still hear the screams sometimes. But my trauma doesn't give me liberty to doubt." Softening slightly, she nodded, "I have doubt. But that's always been there. Just feels like an old friend now. Still not found that magic medicine to get rid of it." "You know had I known it was you I wouldn't have sat down. I only approached you because before you took a seat, I got a glimpse of your ass and said, yeah I bet she's pretty. But you're probably so wrapped up in your pity parade you probably don't realize how attractive you are." Floored for a moment, Erin stopped, mouth slightly open. "Excuse… what? You must be talking about someone else." She replied, feeling her cheeks flush with embarrassment. Always a tomboy, she had never really seen herself as attractive. Not for a very long time. Taking a breath, Erin leant back a touch in her chair, in an effort to gain a moment to regain her composure. "You know what your problem is Erin?" Nix asked. "Because I was tasked with recruiting three Exeter scientists to help SFI with a project. You'd have been an ideal candidate. But I couldn't pick you. Do you know why?" "Do tell. " "Because at the end of the day you have absolutely no confidence in your abilities and who you are as a person. You take your tragedy and allow it to define you. You make yourself the victim. And you use that as a crutch. As an excuse for why you can't do something. Instead you're constantly seeking that magic fix. That instant cure of all your problems, even though you know they don't exist. Because putting in the actual work was too hard." Resisting the urge to walk away, Erin sat, stoic and still. Her emotions were screaming at her to shout back, to walk away, but she didn't. "I bet that's why you wanted to be a counselor instead of embracing you're true passion of anthropology. Because as a counselor you're judged by the advice you give. But as a scientist, you're exposed, reliant on others, and actually have to take your own advice. That's why you had to be cut. You had a shit time In Your life with multiple incidents. Yet rather THan Trying to Conquer them, You Let Them Hold you back." "It's something I've been told more than once. I know. Conquering them is something that I am trying to do…." "You could get any Person In This Bar Buck Ass naked in your quarters in an hour if you tried. But you can't because poor Erin is unworthy of love and the sweet comforts of joy. Because some bad guy used her body as a shuttle craft. Got stopped almost instantly and nobody died. Honestly, most people In Starfleet Aren't Even aware that happened." "I am….." she paused, looked at him and continued, "Anyone?" "With that ass. Yeah. Resistance is futile." Blushing slightly again, Erin looked at Nix. ~ not bad… kind of cute. Bit full of himself. ~ "Look I don't know you, and I'm being harsh. What happened to you was a life changing and dramatic event. But you can't let it haunt you forever. At a certain point the more you let your memories handcuff you, the more of the real you you'll lose." "I get that. I do, I don't honestly know sometimes what part of them is me anymore. " she responded honestly. Nix got up to leave, "I've lectured you enough. I'll Get my drink somewhere Else." "Hey, wait." Instinct, need, call it what you will but something in her mind told her to stop him leaving. Reaching out with a hand, she touched his arm slightly as she spoke, "You don't need to. Please, stay." "All I've done since I got here was objectify you and victim shame you. Seriously, I've done enough damage. I'm sorry." "Why? Why are you like that? Why objectify me?" "Because I have eyes. And because you looked like you needed someone to notice you're beautiful. My guess is ex boyfriend has moved on and now you get to see him happy and you've got no one. And because I'm an asshole pig." "Firstly, yes. He did move on. Partly through me pushing him away and that isn't self pity, it's a fact. I wasn't ready. Didn't know how to handle myself." She paused, looked away for a moment, "It hurts a bit. To see him happy. Not because he doesn't deserve happiness… he does, truly. It hurts because I go home, crawl into bed, alone." She responded. Realising that she had shared something that was personal, she blushed and turned away, taking a breath to calm herself. "Our trauma defines us Erin. But it doesn't have to cripple us. You and I are lucky. Not everyone is able to come back from trauma. Not everyone returns whole. Don't let this cripple you." "Easier said than done sometimes when you wake up in the middle of the night unsure as to whether the nightmare you just had is from you or someone else." "I can see it in your eyes. The same look I had. I was 22, out of the academy for 5 months. We were captured by Nausicans. 10 of us. I thought hey, its regulation. We have to try and escape. So I used my engineering skills to stage a prison break. But I had no exit strategy. We were captured again and they slaughtered everyone except me. To teach me a lesson. I was rescued an hour later. Had I just been patient…." He paused. "But that's a memory of a different version of me. Long ago. I crippled myself for years. Made me a functional alcoholic. Didn't effect my work but crushed my soul." Sitting back down, something about what he was saying to her rang true. She didn't have a problem with drink but she knew she had a problem with self confidence and not believing in herself. "Then one day the counselor had a break through. I swore never again. Threw away all my booze, switched to prune juice, had a one night stand with a dabo girl and never looked back. The memory still haunts me. But I choose to honor them by doing good with the pain." "Surely not? A one night stand gave you the oommff so to speak to not look back?" "No. It was more a recognition that I was still worthy of intimacy and closeness. A decision not to keep looking backwards." "For me, if I am honest, I hold myself back. I know that. I just have never seen myself as desirable. It's… something that I know haunts me from my past. Having been broken down and made to believe that I am not worthy…" she paused as a memory flitted into her mind. Nix nodded. "Maybe that's what I need. Just to let go, go wild.." "You know the only one who thinks you're not worthy is yourself. No one else holds you guilty. You're your own worst enemy." Erin nodded, "I am. Honestly, part of me wants to just prove it to myself that what he said to me wasn't true. That someone would still want me…" She paused, looked at him and then continued, "... tell me something, what do you see when you look at me?" "Honestly, a girl that just needs to get laid." Biting her lip, Erin fought back a smile, "wow, honest much?" "Sorry that was inappropriate. I see a young officer who isn't fully aware of what she has to offer the universe. Someone who would much rather revel in their drama then cut themselves free. Someone who could be so much if she let herself." Feeling a little shy, Erin knew she was blushing and turned her head away. "I… know and you are right…" "Someone with an ass so tight you could bounce a coin off it." He said with a chuckle Shaking her head, Erin smiled and looked back at Nix.~Sure… he's cute… I couldn't...could I?~ Smiling, Erin stood, "So, tell me something, Mr Nix, you think I could get someone back to my quarters in an hour?" "If you stopped being so mopey, let your hair down. Yeah." "Then, I will take your advice." She turned to leave. "Have fun." Nix said with a laugh. Looking back over her shoulder, she winked at him, "You coming?" Nix nodded and followed. ~tight.~ (reply none) (posted by Will and Jackie) (USS Exeter – Quarters - aCOO Ensign Paul Sleeford – 22:30) Heading to his quarters Paul stepped into the darkened room, he knew he should have a room on deck four, but when he’d been security, deck eight had seemed more convenient, he supposed now while on leave and restricted duty it would be a time to move up four decks. “Computer play some piano music, something light”, As the music lightly filled the room Paul moved to the small couch, laying along the length he closed his eyes and drifted away with the music. (Posted by Alistair) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< End Compile >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<