Compile#2 February 21-24 (USS Rosenante) --------------------------------------------------------------------- Mission: Touch of the Eidolon Day: 1 Stardate: 2413.12.15 Compile Summary (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge - CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid, Day 1,0922) (USS Rosenante - Observation Lounge - FO - Cmdr T'Larah Sullivan - 0923) (Starbase 989 - Braack's Bar- Owner -Braack - Day 1 - 1201*) (USS Rosenante - Engineering - ACEO Ensign Eian O'Neill - Day 1 - 1301) (Rosenante,Crew Quarters, CTAC/SEC Lt. jg Ben Soma, 1302*) (USS Rosenante - Gym - ACEO Ensign Eian O'Neill - Day 1 - 1320) (USS Rosenante - Gym, CTAC/SEC Lt. jg Ben Soma, 1322) (USS Rosenante - Gym - ACEO Ensign Eian O'Neill - Day 1 - 1323) (USS Rosenante - Gym -CTAC/SEC Lt. jg Ben Soma, 1325) (USS Rosenante - Gym - ACEO Ensign Eian O'Neill - Day 1 - 1327) (USS Rosenante - Gym -CTAC/SEC Lt. jg Ben Soma - 1329) (USS Rosenante - Gym - ACEO Ensign Eian O'Neill - Day 1 - 1330) USS Rosenante - Gym - ACEO Ensign Eian O'Neill - Day 1 - 1332*) (Starbase 989 - Holosuite Area - Ferengi Entrepreneur - Quol Nor - 1547) (Starbase 989 - Holosuite Area - ACEO Ensign Eian O'Neill - Day 1 - 1548) (USS Rosenante- Holodeck 1- CMO, Ens Kimiko Ichijo Day 1, 1900) (Starbase 989 - Personal Quarters- CO, Capt Joseph Taylor- Day 1- 2200) ===================================================================== Mission: Touch of the Eidolon Day: 2 Stardate: 2413.12.16 Compile Summary (Starbase 989- Tournament Chambers, CIV Tournament Judge Ieko Takawa- Day 2, 0730) (USS Rosenante, Crew Quarters, CTAC/SEC Lt. jg Ben Soma, 0745) (Starbase 989- Disembarkation Ring, Ferengi Merchant Pez, Day 2, 0900) (Starbase 989- Promenade, CTAC/SEC Lt. jg Ben Soma, 0902*) (Starbase 989- Promenade, aCSO Louis Remey, 0905) (Starbase 989-Promenade, CTAC/SEC Lt. jg Ben Soma, 0907) (Starbase 989- Promenade, aCSO Louis Remey, 0908) (Starbase 989- Promenade, CTAC/SEC Lt. jg Ben Soma, 0910) (USS Rosenante Starbase 989- Docked Lt Tom Jackson 2O/COPS - Day 2, 0930) (Starbase 989- Tournament Chambers, CIV Tournament Judge Ieko Takawa- Day 2, 0950) (Starbase 989- Tournament Chambers,CTAC/SEC Lt. jg Ben Soma,0957) (USS Rosenante-Tournament Floor- CMO, Ens Kimiko Ichijo Day 2, 1030) (USS Rosenante- Sickbay- ACMO Ensign Sam Lopez,Day 2,1500) (Starbase 989- Promenade, Civilian Daina Solos, Day 2,1520) (Starbase 989- Promenade,ACMO Ensign Sam Lopez, Day 2,1522) (Star base 989 - Promenade – Combat Nurse E’Mpak - 1540) (Starbase 989 - Command Centre- First Officer, LT Krawl- Day 2 - 1550) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge - CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid, Day 1,0922) "Thank you sir, I won't disappoint you." Sullivan replied. "Of that I have no doubt commander. You've earned it. Make the most of it. At the rate you're going you'll be a captain of your own ship some day." Ahmed replied, smiling. "With that being said. Are there any duties you are requiring of your first officer before she goes on shore leave?" she asked. "Just an opinion on Petty Officer Morris. I've been giving it some consideration, but I wanted your take on things. I'd like to hear your solution on how the disciplinary situation should be handled." Ahmed asked. (reply Sullivan) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Observation Lounge - FO - Cmdr T'Larah Sullivan - 0923) "Just an opinion on Petty Officer Morris. I've been giving it some consideration, but I wanted your take on things. I'd like to hear your solution on how the disciplinary situation should be handled." Ahmed asked. T'Larah thought for a moment, then responded, "Evaluation by counseling services on the station. If he is cleared of mental defect, then we take a stripe and transfer him off the vessel. If he has a mental pathological process, we have him commited and transfered farther into the Federation, possibly to Betazed." (Reply Salid) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989 - Braack's Bar- Owner -Braack - Day 1 - 1201*) Braack stomped into his establishment and cursed a long string of choice Ferengi swear words. Braack smiled as he remembered the time in school he had won a cursing contest! Krawl was going to pay and pay dearly for his insulting attitude, He drew a small Romulan Ale and sat over in a dark corner. He was savoring his planned revenge on Krawl the Andorian First Officer of the base. An underling named Dratz scurried over. "Yes Dratz?" the owner replied - Dratz was not the brightest price of latinum in Braack's mind. "Pez has arrived Braack" and watched Braack's face pale. Dratz was not as stupid as Braack thought. Dratz was an informant of Pez. Dratz also knew Braack was into Pez for a lot of latinum, He savored seeing his tormentor squirm. Braack thought quickly and issued his orders "Prepare a great feast for the honorable Pez - ask him when he can visit us" . Dratz nodded and scurried off to do his master's bidding. (reply: None) (posted by: Bill) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Engineering - ACEO Ensign Eian O'Neill - Day 1 - 1301) "That transfer unit's rotating modulator is operating at 2.1 J/ms, Crewman," Eian said, looking at his readouts. "Yes, Sir, it's supposed to be. The upgrade only requires one rotating modulator per transfer unit. There are four transfer units now," the crewman answered. Eian looked back at the PADD with the plans for the shield capacitor upgrades. "Indeed there are, Crewman. My mistake. Carry on." He walked over to the crewman working on the Tougharty Array, which would replace the previous central control unit and decrease the recharge time on the shield integrity. "How are you doing over here, Crewman Nappa?" "Well, the Array's installed, Sir. But it's going to take it another five hours to align itself. We can't start on the integration process until then." Eian nodded. He would have to find something to do until then. Just then, his combadge buzzed and Ben Soma said, =^= Soma to O'Neill. Would you have a few moments to spare?=^= ~Now that's timing.~ "As a matter of fact, I was just informed that I have a few hours to spare. What can I do for you, Sir?" =^=Would you be able to meet me in the gym in twenty minutes?=^= "I'll meet you there," Eian said. "O'Neill out." He turned to the Crewman. "Good work, Nappa. Why don't you give J'rek a hand over there with the transfer units. I'll be back in five hours, but call me if you need me." "Yes, Sir," Nappa said. Eian nodded in satisfaction and headed out to his quarters to change into exercise clothing. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Rosenante,Crew Quarters, CTAC/SEC Lt. jg Ben Soma, 1302*) After the inventory had been completed and all equipment had been accounted for Ben forwarded his report along with the security schedule to Captain Salid. After overseeing the transfer of the crates containing the non functional equipment to the base he had retired to his quarters for a couple minutes of peace and quiet. He had meditated for several minutes but it offered little in the way of comfort, maybe the tournament was just the thing to take his mind of matters for a short time. Sanok had stated that Ensign O'Neill was also participating in the tournament and if Ben hadn't entered it would have fallen to the young man to be the Rosenante's champion, Ben didn't know the young man well considering they worked in seperate departments and didn't often get the oppurtunity to speak outside of normal everyday ships business. Until Sanok had spoken of it Ben didn't know of any other officers aboard who engaged in martial arts, most just followed the basic survival training and combat techniques taught through the academy. Maybe it was time he had gotten to know the crew a little better, after the breifing this morning it was clear he was going to be around for the foreseeable future. Still in a semi sitting position Ben tapped his commbadge and said, "Soma to O'Neill. Would you have a few moments to spare?" (reply O'Neill) "Would you be able to meet me in the gym in twenty minutes?" (reply O'Neill) (posted by Milo Young) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Gym - ACEO Ensign Eian O'Neill - Day 1 - 1320) Eian walked in and Ben was already there. "Sir," he greeted. He had changed into relatively loose clothing--a pair of black pants and a black, short-sleeved exercise shirt. He wore darker colors because someone once told him that it made him look a little taller. ~I'll take anything I can get,~ he thought to himself humorously. His athletic shoes added a little height too, but were more for comfort and agility than anything else, and Eian could fight without them if the sport required it. "I understand that you'll be signing up for the tournament as well?" He asked Ben. (reply Soma) (posted by Morgan G) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Gym, CTAC/SEC Lt. jg Ben Soma, 1322) The gym doors opened and O'Neill entered wearing what looked like sweats, Ben had also changed out of his uniform in favor of some more relaxing civilian clothing. He wore a plain white t-shirt, black sweat pants and a simple pair of sandles. "Sir." O'Neill said in greeting. Ben nodded and said, "Thank you for meeting me on such short notice." "I understand that you'll be signing up for the tournament as well?" He asked Ben. "I will be competing in the tournament." Ben answered. "That's part of the reason I asked you to join me." The Ensign was several inches shorter then Ben with reddish hair, he was quite fit for his size and appeared to be quite confident in his posture. These were qualities Ben could respect, just because someone lacked in height and weight didn't mean they couldn't handle themselves. Ben wasn't over burdened with height or muscles either but if someone took him for a pushover they would be gravely mistaken. "I've heard that you are proficient in martial arts." Ben said "I was wondering if you had a favorite technique, a prefered discipline." Ben found it interesting that there were others aboard the Rosenante who practiced martial arts, it wasn't as big a sport as it used to be but he found comfort in the fact that it wasn't a dying sport. He'd been introduced to it when he was only a child and had come to enjoy the discipline and peace it offered it one was devoted to it. (reply O'Neill) (posted by Milo Young) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Gym - ACEO Ensign Eian O'Neill - Day 1 - 1323) "I've heard that you are proficient in martial arts." Ben said "I was wondering if you had a favorite technique, a prefered discipline." Eian nodded. "I've been trained in Vajra Mukti and Krav Maga and I got through Level V hand-to-hand Starfleet combat training, Sir." He realized that it might be the case that Ben didn't know what Vajra Mukti and Krav Maga were--after all, they were relatively old Earth practices. "Krav Maga is an Israeli Martial Art from Earth, originally taught to Israeli law enforcement for the purpose of self defense and hand-to-hand disabling and killing. Vajra Mukti has its roots in India, Sir. It has a connection to the Earth religion of Hinduism and involves the use of a weapon in grappling and striking." (reply Soma) He smiled. "Well, I'm a bit of an Earth history buff. I sought out both Krav Maga and Vajra Mukti when I was a kid, after doing a bit of research. I've been practicing Krav Maga since I was twelve, and Vajra Mukti since I was fifteen. Do you have a preferred style, Sir?" (reply Soma) (posted by Morgan G) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Gym -CTAC/SEC Lt. jg Ben Soma, 1325) "I've been trained in Vajra Mukti and Krav Maga and I got through Level V hand-to-hand Starfleet combat training, Sir." O'Neill explained "Krav Maga is an Israeli Martial Art from Earth, originally taught to Israeli law enforcement for the purpose of self defense and hand-to-hand disabling and killing. Vajra Mukti has its roots in India, Sir. It has a connection to the Earth religion of Hinduism and involves the use of a weapon in grappling and striking." Ben had heard of the two fighting methods but hadn't been familiar with either, he was glad that Eian had decided to explain them a little. "An interesting choice of disciplines." Ben replied. "It's unusual to find someone who practices such an old style, much less know anything about ancient fighting techniques." "Well, I'm a bit of an Earth history buff. I sought out both Krav Maga and Vajra Mukti when I was a kid, after doing a bit of research. I've been practicing Krav Maga since I was twelve, and Vajra Mukti since I was fifteen. Do you have a preferred style, Sir?" Eian replied with a smile. Ben returned the smile before answering. "I prefer a couple styles depending on the situation. It may surprise you to know I also study a couple disciplines from ancient earth. My father introduced me to them when I was a small boy around the age of ten, he was quite proud that I had taken such an interest and decided to pursue the teachings. I immersed by self in the oriental style of Ninjitsu and the way of the Samurai. Both are quite old and date back to the early eighteenth and nineteenth century." Ben paused for a moment and sat crossed legged on a mat and invited Eian to do the same, thier conversation may be in depth and it would be better if both were comfortable for it's duration. "I've studied many such disciplines over the years, taekwondo, kung fo, kick boxing, Karate and so forth. I have always prefered Ninjitsu and the teachings of Bushido to the others." Ben explained. "I was granted an audience at a dojo in Japan for a couple years, it was a rare privilege to study there under the guidance of those who had dedicated thier lives to the old ways. It was there that I discovered my love of the discipline." Shifting the conversation a little he asked. "I'm curious Mr. O'Neill. With your background in martial arts why didn't you choose to pursue a career in security? Your talents would have served you well." (reply O'Neill) (posted by Milo Young) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Gym - ACEO Ensign Eian O'Neill - Day 1 - 1327) "I've studied many such disciplines over the years, taekwondo, kung fu, kick boxing, Karate, and so forth. I have always preferred Ninjitsu and the teachings of bushido to the others," Ben explained. "I was granted an audience at a dojo in Japan for a couple years, it was a rare privilege to study there under the guidance of those who had dedicated their lives to the old ways. It was there that I discovered my love for the discipline." Then Ben asked, "I'm curious, Mr. O'Neill. With your background in martial arts, why didn't you choose to pursue a career in security? Your talents would have served you well." Eian chuckled a bit. "My degree is actually in Defensive and Offensive Strategy, falling under the Security division of the Academy. I've always loved strategy and I studied a lot of other cultures' methods of war and combat, both before and during the Academy. I managed to pick up a few hand-to-hand combat techniques from other civilizations as well. But when my mother passed away in my third year at the Academy, I took some time off. I was a drydock mechanic for Utopia Planetia for a year and a half, and it counted towards an engineering license from Starfleet. So when I graduated with a major in Security and a minor in Psychology, I also had an engineering certification and as I'm sure you know, Sir, Starfleet puts you where they need you. This is where they needed me. I'm happy to be here on the Rosenante as an engineer, but I still plan to transfer into Security/Tactical when there's an opening." (reply Soma) Talking about his mother used to be hard, but now he found it slightly therapeutic. It reminded him that not only was she still alive in Heaven, but she could be alive in his mind as well. "Thank you," Eian said, dropping his eyes as he continued, "She was an expert in other cultures. She specialized in xeno-tactical research, and the reason why we lived in Ireland when I was very small was because she opened the Xeno-Tactical Training Institute there for Starfleet." He looked up. "She definitely played a large role in my love of tactics and strategy." (reply Soma) "To keep up I run a few holosuite simulations a week dealing with tactical scenarios, just to make sure that when there is an opening, I'm ready to take it." (reply Soma) (posted by Morgan G) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Gym -CTAC/SEC Lt. jg Ben Soma - 1329) Ben listened as Eian explained his situation, he understood where the younger man was coming from on both counts. He knew all to well what it felt like to lose someone who was close to you, Eian lost his mother and Ben had lost both of his parents. "I lost both of my parents to the Borg Mr. O'Neill, so I share your pain." Ben replied. "Losing someone close to you is never easy to deal with." Ben found that Eian's willingness to switch from engineering to security would be beneficial to his career, he would gain more experience in combat situations that he would never receive as an engineer. "Thank you," Eian said, dropping his eyes as he continued, "She was an expert in other cultures. She specialized in xeno-tactical research, and the reason why we lived in Ireland when I was very small was because she opened the Xeno-Tactical Training Institute there for Starfleet." He looked up. "She definitely played a large role in my love of tactics and strategy." "Your mother was a good influence on you, she introduced you to tactics and strategy. I'm sure she would be quite proud of your accomplishments." Ben said. "How is it you've kept up with your training, I know as an engineer you have little in the way of free time. You are always on call and there are no martial arts instructors on board to help you with training exercises." "To keep up I run a few holosuite simulations a week dealing with tactical scenarios, just to make sure that when there is an opening, I'm ready to take it." "I will keep that in mind, should an opening become available I will recommend you for the position." Ben said. (reply O'Neill) "How often do you compete in tournaments?" Ben asked. (reply O'Neill) (posted by Milo Young) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Gym - ACEO Ensign Eian O'Neill - Day 1 - 1330) When Ben stated that he had lost his parents to the Borg, for some reason it didn't surprise Eian. Perhaps he had imagined it, but he thought he picked up something about Ben's body language that reflected that kind of grief. ~You're imagining things,~ he chided himself. ~There's no way you'd pick up on that. Even after all the training, you're not a freakin' telepath.~ When they moved on to the subject of what Eian was doing to keep up with his training, Ben told him, "I'll keep that in mind. Should an opening become available I will recommend you for the position." Eian's eyebrows went up and he couldn't help but smile in surprise as he said, "Thank you, Sir. I appreciate that." The thought that he might not have to move ships to get his security position appealed to him even more. He enjoyed moving around because it mitigated the effects of his ADHD-motivated 'itch' to change environments, but after living on a starship as a child, he knew that the traveling a starship did enough to stimulate him through the change of environment while simultaneously providing a stable place to help him concentrate. A starship was really the ideal location for Eian, and he would rather stick with one for a while instead of hop around. "How often do you compete in tournaments?" Ben asked, changing the subject. "I've been in plenty of holosuite ones, but only one live one. And it was back when I was seventeen and a relative novice. But I know the rules and I'm pretty good at reading people, so I think I'll be fine," he said confidently. Indeed, it was his training that he had received to help him catch up with others in reading facial expressions and body language that had gotten him interested in psychology, and given him an edge against a considerable amount of people who underestimated him. "What about you, Sir? Do you compete often?" (reply Soma) (posted by Morgan G) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Gym - ACEO Ensign Eian O'Neill - Day 1 - 1332*) "What about you, Sir? Do you compete often?" Eian asked. Ben had to admit he didn't get to compete as often as he would have liked, the one down side to being a Starfleet officer. "I don't compete as often as I used to." Ben said. "When I was a teenager I competed almost on a weekly basis back on Earth, there was always a tournament or a demonstration. The last time I entered a tournament it was Sanok's insistence, we were preparing for shore leave and he had found that there was a martial arts tournament on Axtis III. He convinced me to enter, though I was defeated in hand to hand combat I prevailed in the armed combat." (reply O'Neill) "That tournament was one of the more memorable ones that I have ever entered. The events surrounding it were unique to say the least, some of it I would like to forget." Ben stated. "Then there were parts of it I would give anything to relive." Ben thought back to the events on Axtis III, for the most part it had turned out to be a bit of a headache but then he remembered Marah's smile. He memories were happy ones for the most part, the time they had shared together and how close they had gotten to one another in a relatively short time. He couldn't help but wonder where Marah was and how she was doing, he'd see her again of that he was certain even he had to search the whole galaxy for her. Before Eian could bring him back to reality Ben did it himself, he had invited the young man here and it wasn't professional to drift off while he was still here. (reply O'Neill) "Yeah." Ben replied. "Just thinking about someone I met back there at the tournament." (reply O'Neill, feel free to dig a little) (posted by Milo Young) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989 - Holosuite Area - Ferengi Entrepreneur - Quol Nor - 1547) "Mr. Quol Nor?" a human man said. Quol looked up and saw the human man in a Star Fleet uniform. He turned the PADD he had on the counter face down. "I'm told you're in charge of the holosuites." Quol had met this man twice before. It was previous to his procurement of his two businesses. He was a mere salesman at that time, but he had learned his lessons well. "Yes, I do." he said and then reacted to his memory of O'Neill. "It is a pleasure to see you again." he said in response to his statement. Still sore from the loss he took at this man's hands the second time they met, but left no indication of it. "Can I interest you in a trip to the ice-falls of Andoria?" ~ Rule 76 - Every once in a while declare peace, it confuses the hell out of your enemies.~ "No, thank you," Eian said right away. He kept his eyes on Quol's face and hands, making sure to pick up everything he could. "I've already got my own program, and I'm interested in booking some time. I'll need a considerable amount of time, so I won't be interested in any other programs." "If you insist, however, your loss. When were you looking on scheduling the time?" he asked picking up another PADD as he saguayed right into scheduling. (Reply O'Neill) "Hmmm." he put his hand on his chin feigning indecision, though he had already made up his mind. "I do have an opening. It should fit all the time you want. I think we can come to an arrangement." he said smiling ear to ear. (Reply O'Neill) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989 - Holosuite Area - ACEO Ensign Eian O'Neill - Day 1 - 1548) "If you insist, however, your loss. When were you looking on scheduling the time?" Quol Nor asked Eian. "I'll need at least eight hours between now and the 25th of the Federation month of December. Then I'll need at least six hours on the 25th, but I'd prefer seven if possible," Eian said, still sounding firm and confident. He didn't want to give the Ferengi the idea that he had let his guard down. "Hmmm." Quol put his hand on his chin as if to communicate indecision, but his foot placement was wrong and Eian thought the man was putting up a front. But it didn't matter, because the next thing that the Ferengi said was, "I do have an opening. It should fit all the time you want. I think we can come to an arrangement." he said, and gave Eian a big smile. ~He doesn't appear to be dishonest when he says that...now let's see what his price is.~ "That's excellent," Eian said, giving the man his own smile. "What's your standard rate of charge for this many holosuite hours?" (reply Quol) ~Now here's where the fun comes in,~ Eian thought, though a part of him believed perhaps he should lay off a little. He normally would point out the Ferengi's foot position, his slightly cocked head, the fact that he was clutching his PADD tighter with his left hand than his right, and the fact that he had displayed a 'manipulator', a quick touch of his upper body with his hand, that all humanoids displayed when they were nervous, lying, or aroused. Instead, he settled on, "Now, Quol, you tightened your grip on that PADD when you gave me that quote, and then you cocked your head to the right. Those are both indications to me that you may not be giving me the correct price." (reply Quol) Eian smiled. "That's much more reasonable. I think that'll do." It wasn't the best price in the quadrant but Eian didn't want to make a mortal enemy of the man. (reply Quol) "Great, thanks. It's good to see you again, too, Quol." His sense of humor urged him to challenge the Ferengi to a game of poker, or perhaps ask him how he was doing business-wise. But something caught him, and a voice that sounded too much like his father's told him, ~You're above and beyond provoking the man for the mere fun of it. Shake off the 'female-sized' comment from your last encounter and be a Starfleet Officer.~ "Maybe we can do business again sometime?" he found himself asking, partially to his annoyance. ~Well, you didn't have to declare peace with Attila the Hun.~ (reply Quol) "I look forward to it," Eian forced himself to say. (reply Quol) (posted by Morgan G) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Holodeck 1- CMO, Ens Kimiko Ichijo Day 1, 1900) Kimiko leaned against a biobed, arms crossed, in a half doze, the beast of paperwork was temporary assuaged, no major medical needs and half the shift being recertified. All was at peace with the world, there was a niggling worry about what to do with the PO, but the doctor ruthlessly shoved it into a cubbyhole called “later”, and sighed in contentment. Out of the corner of her eye, Ichijo noticed a screen flicker. She stared at the screen for a few moments and dismissed the artifact as a systems test. She really should be doing something productive. ~and I will, in about five minutes. Rest is not sloth.~ The doctor thought to herself. A chirp sounded from the panel above bed one and was echoed by every odd panel. Kimiko raised an eyebrow as glanced at the rooms only other occupant. “E’Mpak, are you aware of any diagnostic scheduled for this shift?” (Reply E’Mpak) “Neither am I” Kimiko walked over to the display “Level two diagnostic mode on primary and secondary medical processes manager and archival database, service is denied for five minutes” Kimiko read off the board. The CMO was not wild about computer support for the main sick bay being lost for five minutes and someome from engineering and OPS was going to get an earful. Even if she was in a yard, the Roses’ medical support should never be taken completely offline, such was the reason for parallel system. “Just in case, lets prepare a bed for unassisted trauma” Kimiko stated. ~It was such a lovely shift~ (Reply E’Mpak) The tension built in Kimiko as she watched the timer reach zero, then the message disappeared and the computer chirped again. “Well, that was exciting” Kimiko stated drolly. “I wonder why….” (Reply E’Mpak) “What?” Kimiko asked and glanced at the display. Sure enough, the diagnostic was reset, all computer support was offline again. “Baka konpyuta” Kimko growled and tapped her communicator. “Medical to Engineering” =^=Engineering=^= came a reply “Is there a reason that my systems are offline…again” Kimiko asked frostily =^=We’re working on a fix, have systems brought back up as soon as we can=^= the unknown engineer stated The doctor’s response was interrupted by a tremor and the red alert klaxon. Another voice cut in. =^=Corpsman to deck 23, section D=^= Kimiko checked the panel. ~Damn, still locked down.~ “Attention all medical personal, please prepare for contingency plan- Beta” That would bring all that bays, medical and surgical, to fully staffed, ~probably won’t need all of the wards opened, but better safe than sorry. Moments later a crewman appeared laying on the bed, most of his shirt was burned away as well as the soles of his shoes. “Burns consistent with high voltage injury located on the palm and heels.” The medic reported “conduit was reported at about 600 volts, secondary explosion threw him from the site so the was not prolonged exposure, patient was unconscious at the scene.” Kimiko accessed the patient, while not as damaging as the alternating current or even direct current, phased energy had an issue with involving more systems. The doctor worked franticly on the young man; intubation, immobilization due to a possible spinal injury, fluids, and a Barringstons’ to reduce swelling and a block for pain management. When the patient was stabilized, the wall faded to a familiar black and gold of the holodeck. ~He lives, yea me~ Kimiko thought (Reply E’Mpak) (Posted by Jack) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989 - Personal Quarters- CO, Capt Joseph Taylor- Day 1- 2200) Joseph sat in a comfortable chair looking out of the expansive observation portal that dominated one side of his quarters. Beyond a myriad of Starships danced and jockeyed for position in the queue that would allow their cargo to be inspected and their documents updated to allow them to ply their trade through the territories of the United Federation of Planets. The opportunity to bleed these merchants dry had been almost legendary, and Joe reminisced on the immense wealth that he had collected and stored in mercantile banks all over the Federation. He had dreams and plans, all of which included a personal plot of land on Risa and all the serving girls, drinks and amenities that his wealth could afford him. Considering the amount of wealth that he'd acquired, he was pretty certain he could have everything he wanted and more for probably three or four lifetimes. The very thought made him smile. And the thing that made it even more worthwhile was the knowledge that he would be getting his revenge on those who had crossed him over the years. The admiralty that had stuck him out here in the middle of nowhere, denying him the starship command that he had always dreamed of, The Ferengi who thought he had control of him and the Romulans that had forced him to turn over intelligence during the civil War to avoid bringing his schemes to ruin. Joseph Taylor was a man who understood the value of ruining other people's lives. He understood how to get to people and how to push their buttons into doing his bidding. When everything was said and done Adraa would end doing exactly as he hoped she would and that would mean that he'd get away with everything Scott free. Joe popped a few muscle relaxants, crushing them between his teeth, before he washed them down with a large gulp of Maker's Mark Whiskey. It was something that he did daily now to keep the pain from blinding him to his goals. He closed his eyes for a moment to allow the euphoria to wash over him. He seemed to glide as the pain ebbed away beneath the effects of the drugs and alcohol. "You're going to kill yourself if you keep that up, you know?" A hauntingly familiar voice stated. Joe's eyes snapped open almost in panic and he bounded from his chair spinning around to face the man before him. "How did you get in here?" Joe asked. "That's not important. What's important is the data cube. Where is it?" The visitor asked. "It's not here." Joe replied as he walked around the chair and over to the well stocked wet bar. "You're wasting your time. If your boss wants it, he'll have to deal. There's no other way out, I'm afraid." The stranger stood impassive as Joe dropped a trio of fresh ice cubes into the crystal tumbler before pouring himself a sizeable quantity of Maker's mark. He glanced up at the man in the mirror and then finally turned to face him; the drink in his hand. "You tell your slimy little master, that he doesn't own me. This is my station, and I make the rules. I command here and I'll let him know when he can come or go or when he can take a Ferengi sized crap. You get me?" The man nodded, then rubbed his black leather clad hands together nervously. "You really don't want to be difficult Joseph." the man said. "We have ways to make you cooperate, and none of them are very pleasant." "Oh, I'm sure you do Mister scary. Look, why don't you go back to your shop, or whatever it is you do for a job and leave the tough guy act for the real tough guys. You're doing a horrible job of it and I'm just not finding you very convincing in the role." The man smiled slightly then took a few steps forward. "Tell me where the data cube is." he repeated. "Go to hell. Get out of my quarters." Joe responded. The man titled his head in an odd gesture that was more reminiscent of a man studying an insect than a courier. Joe felt slightly unsettled. "I don't have it." Joe replied, suddenly very frightened. "Who Does." "Infinity has it now. I destroyed it." Joe replied. The man twisted his head in the other direction and took a few steps forward. He produced a very long and curved blade in his hand. It was more reminiscent of a long curved spike than a knife. "Then I don't need you any longer, do I." Joe tried to move but then suddenly found himself frozen in place, as if some sort of unexplained force were pressing against every edge of his body at once. He could only watch as the man stepped forward, turning the sharp point towards his ribs. "Goodbye Joe." The man said without remorse of worry. "The boss sends his regards." The point of be curved spike slid into the flesh between the third and fourth rib with medical precision. The man wielding it twisting hi hand at an impossible angle as he guided the point through the flesh , around into a broad U-shaped arch until finally piercing Joe's heart. The human captain convulsed, tried to cry out in pain but was unable to draw in enough breath to make much noise. Instead the sound came out more like a strained whimper as his heart started pumping blood into the thoracic cavity. With one lung punctured it didn't take long for the blood to put enough pressure on the other lung to cause massive failure. The lack of oxygen coupled with the extreme bleeding inside the cavity caused Joe to pass out after only a few moments of terrible agony. The murderer removed the perfectly clean curved spike with expert precision. Once done, put away the weapon and released the now dead captain from the small force field that he had used to immobilize him. The body crashed to the floor, shattering the crystal tumbler and it's contents under the body. The man cocked his head as a trickle of blood oozed from the single puncture that marked the trail of death for Captain Joseph Taylor. He watched as the blood soaked into the red maroon colored uniform coat before eventually beginning to pool on the floor near the body. The leaned forward, looking into the dull shocked eyes of the man laying on the ground and said, "Death seems to suit you Captain." He rose then, noting no indentations in the immaculate carpet other than those made by the captain, and then turned and left the compartment. (reply none yet) Daniel Greene ===================================================================== (Starbase 989- Tournament Chambers, CIV Tournament Judge Ieko Takawa- Day 2, 0730) Ieko walked around the large tournament chambers taking stock of the set-up and verifying that everything was to the exacting standards that the Tournament association required. They had over 120 competitors that would be beginning the three day affair and would soon be crowding the floor and the locker areas in anticipation of pitting their strengths and determination against other participants of Martial arts across two Quadrants. Three trophies and a significant amount of recognition would accompany this preliminary series of events and launch a few strong individuals forward to the next stage of competition for the quadrant master's title. There were all sorts expected here, as many as sixty potential styles, twenty different species and a variety of weapons displays and exhibitions to keep people entertained between the matches. Already the earliest spectators were beginning to filter into the auditorium like chamber, well ahead of most of the competitors themselves. In just a few short hours these halls would be filled with the roar of the crowds as they were dazzled by the displays of amazing physical feats of strength and endurance that they would probably ever see. Yet somehow, despite all of that, Ieko wasn't excited, or even mildly pleased that the events were about to commence, Instead he was dismayed. He had been forced into a position of dishonor and now as the head of the judging panel he had been compromised, and he secretly suspected that the other judges on the panel had as well. ~Damn that man!~ Ieko thought as the very idea of being put into such a position ate at him. ~If I could only find a way to make him pay, I would.~ (reply None) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Crew Quarters, CTAC/SEC Lt. jg Ben Soma, 0745) Ben had awoke and ate a small breakfast consisting of toast and a mug of Vulcan herbal tea, he then dressed in simple robes that he wore when ever he was competing. The robes were silk and very light weight, offering breath ability and ease of motion. Over the years he had tried several garments related to martial arts but found the robes to be most comfortable, he saw why the samurai of ancient earth had chosen to wear them instead of other clothing. After meditating for twenty minutes to clear his thoughts and prepare his mind and body he rose and began a simple kata, a few easy blocks with his arms and legs started his routine. He slowly worked into more complex maneuvers fighting an imaginary opponent, it had been a while so some his his moves felt tense and forced. After several attempts the motions became easier and more fluid, he was confident he would be adequately prepared by the start of the tournament in a couple hours. When he finished his routine he once again knelt for a brief meditation, when he finished he rose again and performed several stretching exercises to loosen a few stiff muscles. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989- Disembarkation Ring, Ferengi Merchant Pez, Day 2, 0900) Pez stepped off the long docking umbilicus with a frown on his Ferengi face. Three large Orion servants, bodyguards actually, were accompanying him as he stepped out of the lock and into the main promenade that was the heart of Starbase 989. The Ferengi wore his usual opulent latinum thread tunic and Chinese silk shirt that he had come to favor over the years. A hat made of latinum beads capped with Rigelian Fire Opals covered his other wise exposed four-lobed skull. He frowned, which was not an exercise that he preferred to undertake much. He preferred to be happy, counting his money from his various business ventures and figuring out how he could increase his overall net worth to the detriment of his competitors. But here he was, light-years from Ferenginar, and most assuredly annoyed at the unprecedented expense and the loss of profits that he was suffering as a result of three of his ships being held in quarantine by the Federation for some imaginary Parnassian Vole infestations. Once word had reached him, Pez had done a little research and determined that it could well be that one or more of the Ferengi that were on the station were trying to hurt his business by bribing off the station commander to hold his ships. That simply wouldn't do, and so Pez had taken his personal luxury shuttle from Ferengi to this distant and absolutely bleak Starbase on the edge of Romulan space. "Your luxury quarters are on deck nineteen," Bazon the leader of his body guarding team told him as he surveyed the crowd. We expect that our request for a meeting with the station commander will be well received, we doubled his usual fee." Pez glanced over at the Orion and nodded, Then let's go to my quarters. I expect we'll need to start collecting some dirt to use against Captain Taylor before he'll buckle, how have our spies been doing on this?" He asked. "You'll have a report soon, Pez. I think you'll find the information very useful. " "Good. For now however, I want to prepare and rest. I would like a complete list of all the ships that are either in dock or in station keeping around the station. I'd like to know who the players of the game are." "Of course. I can have that for you within the hour." Pez nodded and followed his bodyguards to his quarters. ~Always prepare a business plan before pitching a sale.~ Pez thought as he made his way through the station. (Reply none yet) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989- Promenade, CTAC/SEC Lt. jg Ben Soma, 0902*) Ben had decided to take a stroll around the promenade before the tournament began, he felt a little tense and hoped that he could clear his mind and loosen up before having to compete. He was looking forward to the tournament and was glad he had decided to enter, Sanok no doubt thought it was all due to his skills of persuasion during thier conversation in the armory. At first he wasn't sure if he would enter but somehow knew he wouldn't be able to pass up the chance to test his skills against other martial artists from around the quadrant. He thought back to tournaments from the past, trophies he had earned, people he had come to respect and how his fathers face would light up with pride whenever his son would accept an award from the officials. He missed his parents and wished they were still with him, he also missed Marah. So far he had been able to find little that would help him locate her, this troubled him to no end but for now he needed to push that to the back of his mind. Worry and doubt were a warriors greatest enemies, he had time for neither at the moment. He needed to concentrate on the tournament and forget everything else for the time being. (reply any) (posted by Milo Young) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989- Promenade, aCSO Louis Remey, 0905) Louis stepped out of the café with a big sigh. The food had been filling if not the best he had ever eaten, the small chicken fried steak had a crispy crust and was a nice, golden brown but the meat had been slightly on the tough side and the gravy needing a touch of pepper. Still it hadn't been all bad. ~Worth the ten credits I guess if you're not too picky.~ He turned toward the direction of the tournament site having decided he would enjoy the entertainment. He wasn't going to enter for obvious reasons, he wasn't a fighting man, a spectator yes, a participant no. Looking about he noticed the tactical chief of the Rose fifty feet ahead of him and walking with a purposeful stride and on a whim quickened his pace. "Mr. Soma." (Reply: Ben) He caught the focused look in the man's eyes and smiled. "So are you going to take a crack at the martial arts tournament?" (Reply: Ben) "Just going to watch." he replied. "I’m passable to a degree but certainly not in such a league I think I might have a chance so it's the bleachers for me. I'll be your rooting section though." He flashed the man a smile. (Reply: Ben) (Posted by Charles) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989-Promenade, CTAC/SEC Lt. jg Ben Soma, 0907) "Mr. Soma." Ben had been so involved with his thoughts that at first he believed he imagined that someone had spoken to him, when he came back to his senses he noticed the Rose's acting chief science officer was standing before him. Mr. Remey no doubt thought that Ben was day dreaming at the moment or contemplating something of galactic importance. He offered a smile and said, "Mr. Remey." "So are you going to take a crack at the martial arts tournament?" The aCSO asked. "I have entered the tournament." Ben replied. "Are you going to be competing?" "Just going to watch." Remey replied. "I’m passable to a degree but certainly not in such a league I think I might have a chance so it's the bleachers for me. I'll be your rooting section though." He said flashing a smile. "Don't underestimate yourself." Ben said. "You may be surprised at how well you'd handle yourself in a tournament. Many people don't think they have what it takes and never try, I'm not the best there is but I do enjoy the chance to test my skills against others." (reply Remey) "I respect your decision." Ben said. "If you'd like I could teach you a couple things, I have had alot of training in multiple disciplines. I've been thinking of taking up teaching martial arts in my spare time, I haven't spoken with the Captain on the matter but I believe he would approve and of course I would accept anyone who wanted to join." (reply Remey) (posted by Milo Young) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989- Promenade, aCSO Louis Remey, 0908) "Don't underestimate yourself." Ben said. "You may be surprised at how well you'd handle yourself in a tournament. Many people don't think they have what it takes and never try, I'm not the best there is but I do enjoy the chance to test my skills against others." "A good point." Louis mused. "Let me say rather that I have no interest in competing at this time. Not that I'm a pacifist but not mentally ready." "I respect your decision." Ben said. "If you'd like I could teach you a couple things, I have had a lot of training in multiple disciplines. I've been thinking of taking up teaching martial arts in my spare time, I haven't spoken with the Captain on the matter but I believe he would approve and of course I would accept anyone who wanted to join." "A great idea!" The scientist exclaimed. "Practice with one of the officers would be extremely helpful. I admit to finding it hard to psyche myself up for a holo program training regimen, it would be much more helpful to have a training partner." (Reply: Soma) (Posted by Charles) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989- Promenade, CTAC/SEC Lt. jg Ben Soma, 0910) "A great idea!" The scientist exclaimed. "Practice with one of the officers would be extremely helpful. I admit to finding it hard to psyche myself up for a holo program training regimen, it would be much more helpful to have a training partner." Ben understood the sentiment, he had also found the same to be true on many occasions. He also found Remey's enthusiasm to be somewhat refreshing, he considered offering a class in the past but had chosen not to because he wasn't sure how it would be accepted by his peers. Now he decided that it might be a good idea to actually pursue the idea and made amental note to approach Captain Salid with the idea after the tournament had concluded. "I know what you mean." Ben replied with a smile. "It took me a while to tweak the programs I use so they felt more real. The safety protocols prevent the infliction of life threatening injuries but with the proper clearance and a little programming I was able to create a couple programs that were challenging and offered an adequate amount of danger if one wasn't sufficiently prepared for the excercise." "A live partner is the best course for actual training in any martial arts, the holo programs can be a good tool but do lack in thier effectiveness." Ben continued. "Out of curiosity, what is your current level of combat training? Do you have any former martial arts training? I ask because it would be helpful knowing what training the crew currently has if I were to open a martial arts class, I would have to tailor the lessons to the needs of the crew." (reply Remey) (posted by Milo Young) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante Starbase 989- Docked Lt Tom Jackson 2O/COPS - Day 2, 0930) Tom had taken a bit of a break from his OPS duties and entered the bridge. Chief Sheridan had returned for a day - he had to met with Emily Graatz and her future husband, Hank Stevens. He told Jackson he'd watch the OPS area as the Chief knew Jackson wanted to be on the bridge in his new role. Jackson went to the center chair and sat down. The feeling of responsibility was one he felt immediately. If, the gods forbid, the CO and FO were disabled, he'd be responsible for the ship since he was now the 3rd in chain of command. All those years ago at the academy Tom had desperately wanted a ship of his own. Yet he also had known secretly he was not ready then. Yet under steady hands of two experienced captains he had grown into the role of being a 2nd officer. Yet Jackson knew he was now in a position where his choices could possibly cause harm to some one. The captain and first officer had also informed him that he'd being leading more away teams in addition to pulling bridge duty. He had tried to contact his step dad Pez, a Ferengi of some note. Pez had not responded to his call. That really did not surprise Tom. He was a a wheeler dealer of the first order. He smiled as he remembered Pez's dealings to get a mediocre lad into SF Academy. Tom's career had been steady. His rise would be nowhere as rapid as his friend Ahmed Salid. He had gone much farther than he ever dreamed he would. (reply: none) (posted by: Bill) ===================================================================== (Starbase 989- Tournament Chambers, CIV Tournament Judge Ieko Takawa- Day 2, 0950) With only minutes left until the tournament was to begin, Ieko was beginning to feel a bit anxious to his stomach. in his thirty-three years as a judge he had never allowed himself to be compromised. He had lived a life of propriety and honor, but now, here on this wretched starbase, that had all changed. (Flashback) The atmosphere at Neal's Sports Bar and Asian Grill, was one of delight and camaraderie. The sake and other drinks were flowing in a never ending spring of happiness and Ieko had decided that he should not partake of that particular vice tonight. His abstinence however had not prevented the other judges, all old friends of his, from having a few drinks, taking up some of the local girls, and otherwise being a bit more rowdy than they usually were. It was the same way, every five years or so whenever they assembled to perform their official duties as judges for the Quadrant Tournaments circuit of competitions. The five person panel held, what many considered to be some of the best Martial artists that the quadrant had produced in the last generation. Four worlds were represented between them, Earth, Trill, Qo'noS, and Andoria. In the end it was Kal that had set things up for the inevitable. It had started with drinking as it always did when the group came together. And as always, Ieko played the square and refused to drink. Meanwhile K'nar and Mondek had started well before the other three had arrived. Kal, Solia and Ieko had arrived later than they had expected, and had found the Klingons already well through their fifth tankard of blood wine. From there things just got worse. Kal after a couple of drinks had turned his incalculable Trill charms towards some of the single women in the bar, and before long, the original table of five had grown to a table of twelve. Ieko, despite his protestations that he was married, ended up flanked by a lovely pair of women, one from Risa and the other an Orion. Solia had disappeared sometime during the festivities with another Andorian woman, and in some way, Ieko envied her the opportunity to break away from the complexities that the party was quickly producing. Kal left with no less than three of the women, K'nar and Mondek with one each, which unfortunately left Ieko entertaining the other two. Twice he had attempted to extract himself from the situation, but somehow he had been unsuccessful. In the end, he had agreed to walk them home, for their own safety. What had happened after that had been a massive blur. All that he remembered was that he had awakened in an unfamiliar place, nude and entangled with two very beautiful women, neither of which was his wife. He had no memory after leaving the bar with them, yet he managed to wake up with a terrible headache as if he had been drinking all night long. He had mumbled his apologies, managed to recover his clothing and slip out of the room and make his way back to his quarters. There he had plopped down in a chair to take stock of his situation. He had somehow managed to cheat on his wife of twenty seven years, despite having no desire to do so. He had never even considered doing anything like that before and he somehow suspected that he hadn't done so willingly. The headache he had awakened with could have been an indicator that he had been drugged. Of course, the Holocube that was delivered to his quarters by transporter a few minutes later all but confirmed as much. The images and videos it contained made him blush, the content was so explicit and obviously rehearsed. His face was clearly visible and in an instant Ieko knew what was about to happen. When the man came on afterwards, it was apparent that he was being blackmailed. Three other cubes would be sent out if he failed to cooperate. One to his wife, one to the judgment board and one to his sensei. The three places where the data could do him the most harm. Failure to cooperate would have the same effect as would reporting it to the authorities, stepping down from the judge's table or revealing the situation to any of the other judges. The individual then went on to detail what he was to do, and how. After that the cube self-destructed in a preprogrammed memory wipe. (present time) It hadn't been hard for Ieko to figure out that the image of the man on the holocube had been the captain of the station, which meant that he was truly trapped. His honor had been compromised and that meant that Ieko's time as a tournament judge would end after this one last tournament. It seemed that as he looked at the other judges, that they also had something weighing on their minds. Had they also been compromised, or was Ieko projecting his own self-loathing on them? He wouldn't ask. This was one time that it would be best not to pressure them, regardless of what he suspected to be true. His attention was snapped back to the present as the crowds roared at the prospect of the beginning of the tournament. Already the arena had filled with spectators, and dozens upon dozens of contestants were happily signing autographs and warming up in anticipation of the matches. (reply Contestants) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989- Tournament Chambers,CTAC/SEC Lt. jg Ben Soma,0957) Ben strolled into the tournament chambers a couple minutes before the opening ceremonies were to begin, he was looking forward to participating. He had enjoyed his conversation with Remey and was now seriously considering offering a martial arts class aboard the Rosenante, he wasn't a master by any means but he knew enough that he could help those who wished to improve thier existing skills or start to build them if they had none. He would propose the idea to Captain Salid and then if things went well he would prepare a schedule and then send an announcement via the ships computer terminals to see how much interest there was for it. The Camber was beginning to fill with spectators, no doubt if you looked around hard enough you'd find someone taking bets. It never failed, there were always people betting on sporting events and trying to profit from others pain. He wondered when he would be competing in his first match so he headed towards a person who appeared to be an official of the of the tournament. "Excuse me." Ben said. "I'm Ben Soma, I was wondering where I might find a schedule of events." (reply Ieko) (posted by Milo Young) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante-Tournament Floor- CMO, Ens Kimiko Ichijo Day 2, 1030) Kimiko stepped to the center of the floor. She took a deep breath to center herself, ignoring the noise from the unarmed demonstrations from the other end of the floor. She felt the weight of the metal in her hand and ran though the opening sequence in her mind. Once the display was started, one pattern would follow another; her mind would allow her body to sink into a familiar dance of metal and body. Kimi always had a knot of tension before each performance that no amount of practice could banish, if anything the knot would grow larger. ~Good news is that I’ll never see most of them again, if I manage to hurt myself~ The crowd grew silent as Kimiko started her routine. The Kata started with slow purposeful techniques that flowed from one to another. 'greeting the sun' became 'sowing the seeds' to 'crane catching shrimp'. Them movements became quicker, still following a circular pattern; finally, with 'goeshawk alighting', the chain unfurled.striking at the ground, missing only by inches. With a quick jerk of her wrist, Kimi started the chain spinning in a circle that whipped past her head. As fun as it was, the chain was a very difficult weapon learn to control. Her first and most painful lesson was not to look for where the chain was, but to know where it is by both sound, as the cloth attached to the spike made a very distinctive noise as it whipped though the air, and feel. The chain complimented her attacks, adding reach for hitting further opponents and whipping around the defences of a fighter, to strike at a unprotected area. By allowing the chain to wrap around her forearms and thighs, then reversing the swing, Kimi increased the speed of the chain. Kimi leapt into the air and brought heel down with axe kick. The sacrifice move left her on her knees and she lowered herself to lay prone on the ground while the chain swung above her. Ichijo brought the chain down to pass beneath her as she hopped on her backside with each revolution. She took in a couple of lengths and kipped up while still swinging the chain. After that Kimi spent another few moments of vigorous attacks and defences, then slowing the swings, Kimi took in the chain and transitioned into empty handed techniques. Kimiko came to rest at the very spot the she started from and bowed to the judges. (Reply any) (Posted by Jack) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989 - Tournament Floor - ACEO Ensign Eian O'Neill - Day 2 - 1050) His registered style of fighting didn't require a weight bracket entry. But still. Who in the name of God would pair him with a 500 lb, 7 feet-tall Kreetassan man named Chugg? The Kreetassan, upon seeing Eian, turned to the judges and began protesting. "This offends me greatly. You would pair me with such a small human? Do you believe I cannot fight? That I haven't been fighting for forty-seven years? That I am weak enough that you would pair me with a mere boy? I will speak with the tournament matching manager!" He animately declared, hair tassles flying and ceremonial robes swinging. "This isn't the first incident this committee has offended me. In 2405, I was involved in a similar incident--" Eian sighed. Ever since the Federation had figured out the elaborate etiquette the Kreetassans' culture demanded and translated their language in 2160, the highly sensitive group of people had been known for their lengthy complaints. "--And in 2410, almost four years ago, there was the incident on Kalaax where--" "Excuse me, Sir," Eian said, immediately rolling his hand and bowing his head in the standard Kreetassan ritual of double apology for interruption, "May I make a suggestion?" The Kreetassan lifted his foot and put it down, and then held his hand out, indicating that Eian could continue. "I think it might take longer to re-assign us than to simply start the fight. I believe you'll find me a worthy opponent, and if you find I'm not skilled enough, we can halt the tournament on technical grounds." The man seemed to think it over. "That is an acceptable solution," he said finally. "Great," Eian said before thinking, and could have kicked himself. He rolled his hand out and bowed slightly, and then said, "To correct myself, I agree with you." The Kreetassan looked at him with disdain, and then turned toward the judges. "You will allow us to begin." "Of course," one of the judges said, and Eian noticed he seemed more than a little irritated. He seemed almost worried. Eian gave the man a smile and said, once the Kreetassan was out of sight, "Don't worry, I've had some training on how to handle larger opponents. We'll stop if it's unfair." The judge simply nodded in acknowledgement. Eian took his position, waited for the bell, and then began. He kept his eyes on the Kreetassan man's feet, knowing that Kreetassans tended not to fight with their hands--they considered it unclean. ~How did this guy ever get through martial arts training without having to stop every five minutes because the instructor offended him?~ he had to wonder. He dodged the first low kick that was meant to flatten him on his back, and ducked around the massive Kreetassan to deliver a blow to the back of the man's knee. It wasn't enough to pull him down but it did make him stumble to the point where a second blow to the same spot knocked his opponent on one knee. Eian jumped back and waited for the Kreetassan to get up, knowing that any further hit would be counted illegal. After ten hits, they were allowed to grab their staffs and begin fighting with weaponry. The Kreetassan's eyes made his movements overly predictable and Eian was to fast for the man to catch. Aside from the fact that his opponent was huge, he was enormous for his own race, and his feet were disproportionately large. ~They're great for tripping,~ Eian thought. ~I'm beginning to wonder who they trip more, him or his opponent.~ Suddenly, the Kreetassan did something completely unpredictable and dropped to one knee as he punched Eian in the stomach. Eian was thrown back and landed on his stomach from the force of the blow. Coughing, he was allowed to rise again to his feet and continue fighting. He bounced a few times on the balls of his feet, trying to get his bearings back. He also had keep his style, or he'd lose points. ~Don't think about scoring, it'll get you off guard.~ He noticed that the Kreetassan's legs were spread pretty far, probably to give him balance with those huge feet and even larger gut. ~Okay, here we go.~ He dropped down and slid on his hip, his soft shoes allowing him to skid almost under the Kreetassan. Then with both feet, he performed a standard grappling move to unbalance the Kreetassan. The massive man fell on his back, and Eian scrambled up and backed away. The Kreetassan ended up using his elbow to get up, which would deduct points. ~Haha, got him. I'm so winning this.~ They continued fighting for the next few moments until they were able to pick up their staffs. With the weapon's assistance, Eian was able to get two more hits in before the grappling-only period began. At that point, Eian knew if he was held even once he was done. So he followed the signals from the Kreetassan's legs and eyes and was able to get on top of the man once, holding him in a standard wrestling hold he had learned from Starfleet training. With his elbow across the man's throat, his other arm holding the Kreetassan's arm, and his legs and body used to keep the Kreetassan still, he was the "last man standing." When the whistle blew, he stood, ceremonially bowed to the Kreetassan, and said nothing as was respectful for their culture. They waited for the judges to speak. (reply anyone iyw) (posted by Morgan G) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Sickbay- ACMO Ensign Sam Lopez,Day 2,1500) This past day had been interesting in a way.The training of the group in the basic medical training had been done and now the next few days would be training in the more advanced medical techniques.This training was even go faster then Sam had even expected for the group. It is even about time that Sam started his time of R&R.Since it had been months since he had his last bit of shore leave.It was even about time that Sam got off ship and go check out the starbase. Who knows Sam might even bump into Some of the crew while he's at the starbase.~and now its time to go the starbase and relax,hopefully.~ (Reply by any) (Posted by shawn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989- Promenade, Civilian Daina Solos, Day 2,1520) Daina sat in a chair positioned at the end of the docking ramp that led to the USS Rosenante. It was a sleek ship, neatly framed by the massive observation windows that made the view out of the station one of the most amazing anywhere in Federation space. She had been waiting for nearly an hour once she had heard that the Rosenante had put into port. After all, it wasn't every day that she would have the opportunity to run into the man that had saved her life all those years ago. Daina had been in a shuttle crash several years ago on Earth. And while other doctors had written her off as a lost cause, one doctor, Doctor Sam Lopez, never gave up hope that she might someday recover. Sam's skill and dedication had saved her life all those years ago, and they had become friends after she had recovered. Now years later, Sam had joined Starfleet and had been assigned to the Rosenante, and Daina, well she had decided to take a job on Starbase 989 at the local Holosuite entertainment center. Sure she was just a waitress there, but she had managed to get off Earth and made her way across the quadrant to finally settle here, just three months ago. Of course not everything was all roses. And Daina had made her share of less than perfect judgments over the last several months. It was just a lucky break for her that The Rosenante was putting into port here, and that among her crew was the determined and helpful Doctor Sam Lopez. After all her life could very well depend on his ability to help her get off the station. She perked up when she saw him exit the ramp, a small carry-on bag over his shoulder. She adjusted her self, checked her hair in the closest reflective surface and took a moment to verify that her make-up was perfect. Once she was satisfied, she rose, put on her best smile, and headed to intercept the unsuspecting doctor. "Sam?" She said, hoping she sounded surprised, "Doctor Sam Lopez?" (reply Sam) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989- Promenade,ACMO Ensign Sam Lopez, Day 2,1522) Sam had just made it on to the station with his bag in hand.The station was a small starbase compared to other kinds of starbases.Though the station was small it was busy with much traffic and many different people. "Sam?" She said, hoping she sounded surprised, "Doctor Sam Lopez?" "now that's a voice that's very familiar"Sam said as turned around."Its you miss Daina Solos from so long ago.Howlong has it been 5 maybe 6 years?"Sam said. (Reply by Daina Solos) "Well,time doesn't matter its good to see again.How have you been and a better question is how did you get all the way over on to this station from far away Earth"Sam said as he thought back to his early days as a doctor on Earth. (Reply by Daina Solos) (posted by Shawn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Star base 989 - Promenade – Combat Nurse E’Mpak - 1540) E’Mpak walked steadily through the promenade. Every time the ship docked she would spend some time exploring. It meant that she could get out of the ship and stretch her legs and go for a wander. She noticed that people were giving her a wide berth as she passed them. It was probably that she was wearing her Klingon battle dress that made people on edge. As she passed a drinking establishment she heard the cries of laughter from Klingons in side. ~Nice to see if their is any news from home~ As she entered the dark bar she saw a group of Klingon males who were clustered by the bar downing big glasses of blood wine. The rest of the bar was hidden in shadow. One of the Klingons a large male from the group saw her as she entered. “Ah look the little chu’wI called his ghojmoq to hold his hand.” The Klingon laughed and looked over at the barman who was looking very worried as he backed off. “You little worm get me more blood wine or I’ll gut you like a fish.” E’Mpak stepped a little as she moved further into the bar but she was still standing in a shadow. “And who are you.” The Klingon grinned broadly. “OW look she does not know who I am.” He slammed his fist into his chest. “I AM the famous Commander Cut’mas of the curser Patchak.” E’Mpak paused and frowned at the Cut’mas.” “Who?” Cut’mas drank what was left of his drink and slammed his glass onto the bar. “How dear you, you little petaQ. I will teach you to respect your betters.” ~Come on. At lest try and be intelligent about this~ He pulled his d’k tahg from its small scabbard and hurled him self at her aiming to thrust his dagger through her chest. ~Or not~ She automatically stepped to one side as his lunge whisked past her inches from her. ~Well at lest his drinking has not slowed him down~ He swung back at her but she had moved again as his dagger hit air. He roared with anger as his blood wine soaked mind tried to hit her. “I will kill you like a glod fly.” Cried Cut’mas E’Mpak shrugged “If you must.” She moved swiftly around as he growled at her. ~Come on fight.~ He sprang at her. ~Or you could be that predictable~ Just as it looked like Cut’mas was going to gut her she danced to one side and he collided heavy with the bar. She stepped forward and grabbed a hand fool of his hair. “You really should have more respect for other people.” Slam “Like a proper Klingon.” Slam “Being a warrior is not just about fighting.” Slam She pulled his head off the bar where she had repeatedly slammed it. There was blood trickling down his nose where she had broken it. She noticed that the other Klingons were about to attacker her. “I am M’Epak daughter of P’Ukway.” She felt some satisfaction as the surrounding Klingons all flinched. “You are the daughter of the Dahar Swords Master?” She looked at Cut’mas. “Yes I am. I can end your life here and send you to Gre’thor right here or you could say it was dammed dark, you were too dammed drunk and leave.” She growled at him as he got off the floor and left with the other Klingons. She watched as they left and then sat down at the bar. “Can I have some blood wine please?” The barman nodded. “Well that was disappointing.” The barman put the glass of blood wine in front of her. “What was?” he asked uncertainly. “He was to drunk which was a pity. I should have taken them all on now that would have been a fair fight.” (Reply any) (Posted by Robbie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989 - Command Centre- First Officer, LT Krawl- Day 2 - 1550) The increasing amount of influential Ferengi made Krawl very nervous. Not only did he detest the nasty little buggers, but he had suspicions that Capt.. Taylor was skimming money off their activities. Krawl had wondered why Taylor, had never had a starship command. He had rumours about the CO but nothing concrete. His mind made up, Krawl called the Captain. "Captain, this Lt Krawl, I need to speak to you now Sir" and waited for a reply. Silence. ~Maybe he is meditating in his privy?~ Krawl mused and chuckled. Trying once more he sent ""Captain, this Lt Krawl, I need to speak to you now Sir". Again silence. Krawl found that odd and slightly disturbing. Frowning deeply. Krawl tried the computer asking :Where is Captain Taylor currently?". A split second later the reslonse came back =^= Captain Taylor is in his quarters lt Krawl =^=. Krawl's guts knotted - he didn't need this one bit. Tapping his panel Krawl ordered " Security report to Captain Taylor's quarters and make sure he is O.K." and waited for a reply. =^= Lt Krawl, we are on our way" came the reply. "Excellent, report back when you get there and assess the situation - Krawl out" and the line went dead. Krawl's guts knotted even tighter. He started to fear the worst. (reply: SB 989 Security) (posted by: Bill) --------------------------------------------------------------------- End Compile ---------------------------------------------------------------------