| RMrulz Feb 25 2004, 12:29 AM  |
Admiral Tom Garrison - The Deck Tom stepped off the turbolift and started walking towards the Double~Helix. He wasn't in the mood for a party, but Counselor Rasin had insisted on everybody attending a victory celebration in the most popular bar on the Starbase. Tom hadn't planned on attending himself, since he wasn't actually part of the battle, but Rasin had insisted. Tom paused as he passed the infirmary. He knew it was full of patients, and the thought almost made him turn around and head back to his office. He just didn't feel like partying when so many people had been killed, and so many others were laying injured on biobeds. But Rasin's words echoed in his mind... "You're their leader. Showing up would give them all a huge morale boost. Not showing up would give the impression you either aren't proud of what they accomplished, or don't care." Both of those couldn't be farther from the truth. So despite the fact that he wasn't in the mood for a party, Tom entered the Double~Helix. |
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| k4m4caZ1 Feb 25 2004, 01:09 AM  |
Lieutenant Daniel Clark - Double~Helix Bar Judging by the size of the bar, you would never guess that so many people could be packed into such an area. The entire bar was flooded with starfleet officers, most of them having recently returned from the battle. Clark managed to squeeze his way through the noisy crowd to a round barstool near the entrance of the bar. "Takov-kur Mon!" He yelled to the barkeeper who seemed overwhelmed by the sheer number of people at the bar. A few seconds later an orange drink was thrown in front of him as the bar keeper ran to other customers. This had been his favorite drink since his first year at the acadamy; not because of the taste, but the way it changes colour as you move it around. Clark had just finished a huge gulp when someone came rushing in from outside of the bar. "He's here!" The man yelled out as the entire bar went eerily silent. The entire place erupted into cheers as Admiral Garrison walked in. Clark lifted his drink and took another sip. |
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| Ullii Feb 25 2004, 02:03 PM  |
Doctor Ullii Lauren - Starbase 001 -
Quarters Ullii woke up to the familiar beeping of her terminal. "Aww, who could be calling at this hour... computer, time." "The time is ten hundred hours." Ullii had been very tired from the battle just the day before. She had been sleeping for twelve hours, but it seemed like three. The terminal continued beeping. "I'm coming, I'm coming!" she quickly put on her night robes and went to the monitor on the wall which was informing her she had a communication from Tanik. "Computer, accept transmission." Tanik's delighted face appeared on the screen. "Good morning, doctor! All well and rested I hope?" "As rested as I'll ever be." She said in a very tired voice. "Well, I ought to let you know that there's a celebration going on in the Double-Helix. You deserve a reward just as much as anyone." "I see. Well, thank you for informing me, commander, but I think I need some more rest." She would never say it, but she was avoiding him. This Romulan seemed like a very nice person, but her hatred for the race still lingered in her blood. "Well have it your way, but don't say I didn't warn you. Tanik out." "Wait... warn me?" But it was too late. The screen had already gone black. I wonder what he meant by that... Ullii remained in her night robes as she replicated a cup of tea, and settled back into her bed. It wasn't long before she was once again fast asleep. ... "SURPRISE!!!!!" Ullii jumped out of bed, and hit her head on her night-stand rather hard. When she looked up she saw about twenty people standing in her room, cheering and laughing. "How'd you all get in here??" She then saw Tanik step through the doors. "I'm sorry for disturbing you Doctor, but these nice people wanted to thank you." "Thank me?" She was very confused; either because of the sudden awakening or the bump on her head... or both. A young man stepped forward and helped her up. "Doctor, I just want to thank you for saving my life. I'd have died in that battle if it weren't for you, and well... thanks!" She then immediately recognized all of the people standing in her room. She had treated all of them during the battle. Some of them only had minor wounds like burns and detached limbs, but some of them had almost died. Each of them then proceeded to thank her for saving them, and soon the room was empty but for her and Tanik. "Well I wasn't expecting that. she said as she laughed to herself. "Doctor, I also want to thank you." Tanik said solemnly. This she expected even less. A Romulan? Thanking her? "Despite all of the pressure that was on you yesterday, you made a life or death decision. And I believe it was the right one." "Well... thanks." She really didn't know what to think anymore. Was he really sincere? Tanik, picking up on her uncomfortably, continued, "Doctor, I don't know how my kind has hurt you in the past, and I'm not here to find out. God knows the Romulan Government has done many dreadful and terrible things!" "Commander you don't have to..." "No... please let me finish... I fight against them because they appose everything I believe in! That is why I defected, and that is why I continue to support Admiral Garrison. We must stay true to what we believe in! I believe in peace and friendship, Ms. Lauren. And I hope that we can have that between us." These words made Ullii's mind immediately. This was no ordinary Romulan. This was a kind and passionate man! "I would be proud to have your friendship!" A broad smile opened up across Tanik's face. "And I, you, Ms. Lauren. Now how about we go join that party?" "I'd love to!" She got dressed, and left toward the bar, when she met someone else in the hall that she had met on the Pollux! Flowers in hand. Her face immediately lit up! "James!" "Ahh, the ever lovely and charming Ms. Lauren!" He said as he bowed and handed her the flowers, "We have a date, if I am not mistaken?" She looked over at Tanik, who nodded his head in an amused approval, and the three of them continued to the Double-Helix. |
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| Sarah Feb 25 2004, 04:39 PM  |
Leah Burke – Shuttleport 14, San
Francisco, Earth Twisting her long silver hair into her red cloak, Leah paused, standing alone on the dock. The tall glass buildings towering overhead were shimmering in the bright sunlight. She squinted, trying to see the departures monitor clearly. It was 1:30; in twenty minutes her life would take a new direction. She smiled at that thought. She had packed a small bag that morning, trying as best she could to leave as much as possible behind. That was then, this was now. She was going to start with a blank canvas. Reaching into a pocket for her ticket, she discovered the note that had changed everything. Sighing, she clutched it tightly, feeling the paper between her fingers. Starbase 001. |
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| Captain Archer Feb 25 2004, 05:16 PM  |
Ambassador Michael Larkin-Quarters "Good morning, Ambassador," Michael turned over to see Jen with her head resting on her hand. "Good Morning Commander......Your out of uniform," he said with a smile. She nudged him on the shoulder. "As are you Ambassador," she said through a chuckle. "So what's on your agenda for today?" Michael inquired. "Well, there's a little party scheduled at the Double~Helix. Maybe we should go?" Michael jumped up out of bed and threw some clothes on. "Well, let's go," he said with a smile. Ambassador Michael Larkin-Double~Helix Bar "Andorian Ale." "Coming up." As the waiter went behind the bar Michael looked around the room and noticed that Admiral Garrison was alone up at the bar, he looked a little uncomfortable. "Will you excuse me for a minute Jen?" She nodded her head, "Hurry back though." He kissed her lightly on the cheek and made his way through the crowd of people, all congratulating each other on a job well done. He finally reached the bar. "Can I buy you a drink Tom?" he asked putting his hand on Garrison's shoulder. "Sure, have a seat." Tom didn't sound too excited to be here. "So, we've got the Alliance on the run for a change, it's a weird feeling isn't it?" Michael said in a joking tone. "Yeah," Tom managed a chuckle. "Tom, is something bothering you?" As he was about to answer Tom was interrupted by a crewman over the comm system. "Operations to Ambassador Larkin." Larkin was taken a bit off guard, being called from Operations. Larkin walked behind the bar to the comm panel. "Larkin here. Go ahead." "Ambassador you have an incoming transmission from the Starfleet Corp of Ambassadors. Priority One." "I'll take it in my office, immediately." Michael headed over to the Admiral, "I'm sorry Tom, I've got to go." Garrison put up a hand, "No problem, I understand." On his way out he tapped Jen on the shoulder, "I've got to run, be back as soon as I can." |
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| Defect Feb 25 2004, 11:11 PM  |
Ensign S'Natra
- Her Quarters Should I? I wasn't invited... well, I was, kind of. But not really. It's for the whole crew. The whole crew that fought, not the ones that stayed here... Clark invited me. Maybe it was just so I wouldn't feel left out. But maybe he meant it. Nah, I'm just an Ensign, why would he bother with that? Her mind made up she got changed and stalked to the holodeck, a bat'leth in her hand. "S'Natra One. Start at level eight!" She snapped, her anger getting the better of her. She worked for a few hours, then ended the program abruptly, and headed for her quarters. |
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| RMrulz Feb 26 2004, 12:13 AM  |
Admiral Tom Garrison - The Double~Helix Tom watched Larkin leave, then turned around and looked at the table he had been keeping his eye on for the last half hour or so. Captain Hardgrove and Commander Halliwell were still sitting at the table, heads close together while they were enjoying a private conversation. Tom didn't want to interrupt, but he was getting sick of waiting. He really wanted to talk to Drayson. Just as he was about to go and interrupt the two of them, Halliwell got up and began walking for the bar. Finally, Tom thought to himself. He stood up and walked over to the table, sitting across from Drayson in the seat Sam had been in just a few seconds earlier. He looked at Drayson, he barely recognized him without the facial hair. "Drayson." "Tom," came the reply. "I see you shaved." Hardgrove studied Tom for a minute. "I doubt you came over here to comment on my appearance." Tom smiled. Intelligence officers, he muttered to himself. "No, you're right, I didn't. First of all, I wanted to congratulate you on the victory. You did well." Drayson just nodded. "Also, I wanted to let you know the status of our plans. I've spoken with Captain Sumit, he'd be glad to sit on the council. I also sent a message to the Bajoran government asking if they want to send somebody to be on the council as well, they haven't responded." "What about the Coalition and the Syndicate?" Hardgrove asked. "I thought I'd leave them up to you, you know them much better than I do. I think one representative from each is acceptable, no more than that though. I'm also going to contact the Vulcans later today to ask if they want to send a representative also." "So that will bring us to you, me, Sumit, a Bajoran, a Vulcan, a member of the Smuggler's Coalition, and a member of the Orion Syndicate..." Hardgrove paused, thinking something over in his mind. "That doesn't seem like quite enough, but if we add anybody else we would need to add at least two more. A leadership council should never have an even number." Tom nodded. "I agree. I have an idea as to who one of the additions could be, but I want to look into it a bit more before I say anything." "All right. I'll speak to the Coalition and Syndicate, we'll talk about this again in a few days. I'll contact you," he said while looking past Tom. Tom turned and followed his eyes and saw Sam standing a few feet away, holding a drink and giving the two of them a quizzical look. Tom turned back to Hardgrove and could see from the look on his face that he considered their conversation over. Tom excused himself and stood up. He nodded as he walked past Sam, and headed back to the bar. |
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| Hawku Feb 26 2004, 05:13 PM   |
Lieutenant Rune Sith - Tholian Web Attacker
Tsengate, Bridge Sith lay on the floor of the Tsengate at the back of its giant Bridge. There was a special section where a gravimetric force field surrounded him and Zeta. Zeta was scurrying around in fear wondering if Sith would ever wake up again. The Bridge was silent except for a few malfunctioning panels staticing in the background. Then Sith woke... "Uuhhh... Oh my head hurts." He struggled to lift his upper body off the cold floor and opened his eyes. To his amazement he found himself on a Tholian ship. "Zeta!" He called out, and Zeta quickly scurried around and jumped onto Sith's shoulder to let him know he was ready for anything. Sith kneed his way to his feet and slowly began examining his situation. The Bridge was a complete mess, just like the last Bridge he was on. A gravimetric forcefield shielded him from the atmosphere of the rest of the Bridge which was supposed to be very, very hot. But by the look of things, the Environmental Systems had been blown. On the floors lay dead Tholians. Sith looked at their crystalline bodies. They were not alive at all. The sight sent shivers down his spine. "Oh God..." Sith looked at the control panels. They were some of the strangest looking panels he'd ever seen. There was one computer set up inside the area he was contained. It looked like this area was not meant for prisoners, but for the odd guest who couldn't deal with Tholian atmosphere. Sith limped over, weak, to the control panel. "Zeta, is there any way you can tap into this? I don't understand it at all." Zeta leapt onto the console and linked a cable into it. Strange particles flew up all around Zeta, like tiny red holographic dots. Zeta sucked his cables back in, and realized that moving these dots around was the interface. *Click*Click* Zeta said as he used two of his arms to move each dot around him quickly. He repositioned them, figuring out their meaning based on complicated computer design. As the spider android repositioned more and more red dots, it became to understand even more how to read them correctly. This new computer interface was the most interesting computer interface Zeta had ever come across. The fact he'd gotten a chance to learn the complexities of it was exciting in its own way. Zeta started using four of his arms now, and Sith watched. "Give me the status of the Environmental Systems," he said. Zeta got the computer to create an English holographic screen. It popped up before Sith, who started accessing it. "Whoa. Okay, it looks like the entire ship has been damaged. The source is unknown. Hmm..." Sith checked the logs. "Holy crap, Zeta! The ship was damaged after retreating from Bajor." *Click?*Click?* Zeta stopped, turning to Sith. "We're in Alliance Territory!" |
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| Mozg Feb 26 2004, 08:45 PM  |
Lattrel Ottel - Double~Helix Ottel was humming an old Bolian patriotic song in his mind. He had heard the song so many times, but wasn’t sure whether he knew all the words or not. It didn’t matter though, what mattered was that he was humming a song of victory and celebration. Why am I so giddy? Ottel thought. A month ago I would laugh at all the people in this bar and call them immature, but I’m just as joyous... he gently rubbed his earlobe and placed his hand right under his chin... I shouldn’t be... I guess. We won out there, but there’s still more fighting to be done, and when we win the war, there is still the matter of the Federation and the Coalition... Ottel wondered at his choice of words... when we win, rather than if we win... I guess it’s always best to hope for the positive. Ottel took a sip of the drink sitting in front of him. It was non-alcoholic, a family drink, made by mixing clear yogurt with water, and adding salt to it. He put the glass down... It just isn’t the same without the herbs from grandma’s old cabinet... his fingers slid off of the wet outer surface of the glass... still the most thirst-quenching thing I’ve ever had. “The dice is thrown,” Ottel muttered under his breath. This caught the attention of Hrag, who approached him. “Ottel? Did you say something?” he asked. “Oh,” Ottel was caught off guard, “Um, no. No!” Hrag shook his head and smiled. “You need something weaker than that,” he said, pointing to Ottel’s drink. “Yeah! You know, this is probably stronger than that synthehol crap everyone is drinking. Tell you what, Hrag. Why don’t you open that ‘special’ door down there,” Ottel took out a key from his pocket and handed it away, “and pour us both some ‘vishnyovka’ I got, while visiting Earth.” Hrag moved towards the cabinet with a sneaky smile and opened it. He turned around and said, “What’s this ‘vishnyovka’ thing?” “It’s the Russian moonshine all the way to the left,” Ottel showed the drink. Hrag took it out and brought it along with two shotglasses. As he was pouring the drink, he asked, “You do know that this stuff is illegal, right?” Ottel stole the shotglass away and pointed at the approaching Admiral Garrison. “I’m pretty sure the good Admiral won’t mind.” |
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| Jake Feb 26 2004, 09:45 PM  |
Lt. Commander Tanik - The Double~Helix Tanik proceeded toward the bar with Ullii and James in tow. He turned about. "Well, I'll leave you two to yourselves. I think what I need is a good, stiff drink!" Tanik said, a bemused smile on his face. "Knock yourself out!" Ullii said, then she burst out laughing when she realized the other context that statement could be taken in. Tanik turned back toward the bar. What caught his eye immediately was the sight of Admiral Garrison swishing a shot back, and then immediately looking very... "snookered" would be the only way to describe it. Tanik lit up. He looked at Ottel, "I'll have whatever he just had!" Ottel laughed, and poured him a shot. Tanik eyed it cautiously, then swished it back. His throat felt like fire, and he was stunned at the sheer power of the drink. He looked "snookered" as well. His left eyelid twitched uncontrollably. "Good stuff..." Tanik coughed. Ottel smiled back brilliantly. "200-proof Russian moonshine." He leaned in closer to Tanik, and patted him on the shoulder. "Have a nice day..." he said quietly. Tanik half-grinned. "Why, sir - I believe I'm obliging that already!" |
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| Kelly Feb 28 2004, 05:51 AM  |
Commander Samantha Halliwell ~ The
Double~Helix Halliwell looked around the bar for a moment before returning over to Hardgrove. Although there were many places she would rather be at the moment, such as in her quarters packing. She sat down next to him and handed him his drink, "Thanks." She sat down and looked at hers, "Anything important happening?" "Not really," he answered. As long as it wouldn't interrupt her plans, she wasn't bothered. "I hear you're going on leave soon." "Tomorrow," she said suddenly perking up, "Going back home to visit Dad and..." she paused, "Friends." Halliwell sat up a lot straighter, "I just hope something doesn't happen again to cause me to delay it." He smiled to her. "With that, I'd better be going." She turned on her heel and left the Double~Helix. On her way to her quarters, all she could think about was getting home and seeing her son, Matthew. Normally, the captain would have allowed for him to come onboard but she had one problem facing her, Hardgrove didn't know he had a son and for some reason, she wanted it kept that way. She stepped into her quarters and looked around for a bag, instead she found information on her monitor. The medical reports she was reading on T'Kila. She sat down and looked at it sadly for a moment, about her condition. She brought up another file; still no word on Sith. Was he even alive? She bowed her head and said a silent prayer for the both of them, then went back to packing. |
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| Tucker Feb 29 2004, 01:37 AM  |
Captain David Major - Quarters David awoke to the sound of an extremely irritating buzzing emanating from the panel across the room. "Computer, cease audio signals" he groaned, trying to force himself into consciousness. The noise stopped, and then as to show rebellion, began again. "Computer..." he began, and then trailed off in resignation. Slipping out of bed, he half walked, half slid over to the console to see what was going on. The new CMO, Ullii, had released him from sickbay the previous day, but suggested that he take it easy and not return to duty until early next week. The Admiral, after hearing about what happened, agreed, and made sure that David didn't report to the OCC out of 'duty'. Another suggestion of the Doc's had been to pay a visit to Counselor Rasin, although that proposition seemed anything but alluring to Major. Nothing against the Ensign, but David had never really felt comfortable talking to shrinks. Glancing down at the display, a communiqué, sender unknown, flashed upon the screen.
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| Joshua Feb 29 2004, 03:48 PM  |
Counselor Rasin - Double~Helix Counselor Rasin approached the bar late for the celebration. He did not want to be there, but he was needed there. Applying a fake smile to his face he ordered a glass of ice tea, and walked to a table in the corner with it and a PADD to write with. He took a sip of his drink, and started to check for any mail, before he was planning to write a personal log entry. Ignoring the noise in the background he continued to write imagining himself listening to song with a woman wailing Syrian Arabic lyrics to tribal drums. After sitting there for an hour or so, and writing in his personal log and replying to mail he had gotten he was about to get up and exit; believing that he had made an adequate allotment of his time at this celebration, even though he was not celebrating. Yes, it was a victory, a large victory, but while everyone is celebrating, who is mourning the dead? Who is concentrating on the loss of life? Walking out of the bar slowly with his PADD in hand he walked toward an empty holodeck. He programmed in his desired settings and walked into a Vulcan sanctuary. Finding peace in this atmosphere he walked toward a ledge over looking beautiful trees. Placing his PADD down on the ledge, he picked up a stick of incense, which he programmed into the room, the low yellow light absorbing him. He stuck the stick into its holder, lit it, backed up a few steps, slowly, and then stood in silence devoting that time to the people lost. |
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| Hawku Mar 2 2004, 09:13 PM |
Lieutenant Rune Sith - Tholian Web Attacker
Tsengate, Bridge There was a pain all throughout. Zeta had been working at the console, getting the force-fields down. Lucky the atmosphere on the Bridge was breathable and comfortable. Sith sat in the corner of the Guest foyer where they had been contained, scrunched up, and hugging his knees. The pain stung his entire being, if only for a moment. Then it slowly died down. He opened his previously closed eyes and got up, weak. Ouhhh. The more I move, the less it hurts. He crossed over into the Bridge as Zeta leaped onto his shoulder. Sith just realized its accessibility. It was even weirder walking around the Tholian bodies. Then Sith saw someone. A female, Bajoran. She was lying on the floor, unconscious. He quickly kneeled beside her and checked her pulse. Sith's touch woke her up. She seemed hurt at first, but as she came to she started to gain strength. "Huh..." She focused her eyes, gaining her balance as she sat up. Sith held her arm. "Hey! Are you okay?" Sith asked. "Yes..." She replied shyly. The girl wore a Bajoran-style tank top and baggy pants visible under an open Bajoran robe. Her eyes were a beautiful light green. "You must've been transported over from one of the Bajoran ships during the battles." Sith helped her to her feet. "Thank you," she smiled, regaining her balance again. She just looked at Sith, not saying anything. Sith looked back, realizing she had nothing to say, not even an explanation to anything about her. "Are you sure you're okay?" "Yes," she smiled. "Thank you again." Her head turned to look at the view-screen. The ship was at Warp. Sith let her go and went to a Tactical and Helm console. Zeta lept off and onto the console, activating a holo-interface. "I don't know what happened after the Resistance at Betazed. As far as I can tell, this ship escaped but then was attacked again." He pulled the Thloian vessel out of Warp, and brought it to a complete stop. "That would explain why half the systems are down, and all the Tholians are dead." The girl walked over, "My name is Julia." Sith faced her, "Oh, hey. Lieutenant Rune Sith of the Federation Starbase 001. Deputy Chief of Security." "Interesting title." She smiled. Sith smiled back. There were more important things to deal with right now, and they really didn't have the time for socializing. Especially in a situation where it wasn't the time. But that was always it, back home. He never had the time to socialize, or any reason to. Other than the few night's he spent at the Double~Helix. Sith was the one person who spent the most time out of anyone on the Deck and not socializing. He was always silent, as his place was always that wall. For a second, Julia brought a nice comfort that Sith had never felt as long as he could remember. "Yeah, it came highly recommended," he joked. Julia laughed, glad they had survived and that Sith was there. Her quick attachment was unusual, but then again Sith just figured it was the situation. |
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| Mozg Mar 4 2004, 01:47 AM |
Lattrel Ottel - Double~Helix Ottel watched Tanik head away from the bar and join the others, celebrating. He turned to Garrison: “Well, Admiral, the time for decisions is at hand.” He made a gesture towards the empty glass on the bar, in front of Garrison, offering him another drink. Tom shook his hand, just slightly, refusing Ottel’s offer. His mind wandered for a moment, then he turned to Ottel and said: “You know something, Mr. Lattrel...” “Ottel,” he was interrupted, “I prefer being addressed by my first name.” “Ottel,” Garrison repeated. “Very well, Ottel...” he paused for a while, “somewhere deep in my heart I want to be able to stop time. I had this feeling right before the rebellion, and I feel the same way now. I never wanted to be the one to make all the decisions, but someone has to.” Tom’s eyes drifted away as he was talking. He looked at all the people in the bar: some were drinking, others were singing, and there were those who stood in the corners, silently, thinking of lost ones, perhaps. These people were his responsibility. Tom turned around completely and faced Ottel. “For me, the time for decisions has been at hand for quite a while now.” As he was trying to walk away, Ottel grabbed his hand. “Admiral...” “Call me Tom. We seem to be on first name basis, anyways.” Ottel nodded in compliance. “Tom, you should know something too. We’re not that different, you and me. You might not think much of me or my associates, but we’re more than just a bunch of lawless smugglers... The recent events have catapulted me into the Coalition stratosphere, and I have people looking at me, waiting for me to make the decisions for them.” Ottel waited for Tom’s reaction. Was there to be an understanding between them? Ottel looked for friendship from a man who he had come to respect enormously. He continued: “I hope I can come to you for advice when the need arises.” Garrison sat back on his chair. Was he seeing something new in Ottel? There clearly was an emotional sincerity in his voice, and for all intents and purposes, he was telling the truth. Before Garrison could respond, Ottel suddenly stood up and let out a loud cough: “I want everyone’s attention, please!” he stood waiting, until almost everyone was looking at him. Ottel continued, “Today we are celebrating a victory, a deserving victory. For too long have the Alliance enemies been forced to retreat, fall back, take defeat and humiliation. At the battle of Betazed that has changed. This sends a clear sign to our enemies: no more. The Alliance threw its best and strongest at us, and we resisted, they came again, and we resisted again, and in the end it was us, not them, us! We hit them, and we hit them hard, and the Alliance showed its true colors, it ran away like a scared dog.” A cheer went across the bar. Garrison kept looking directly at Ottel, still trying to figure him out. “What was the reason for this victory?” Ottel continued over the settling cheer, “What, my friends, I ask you, was the reason for this victory? Let me tell you the answer you all already know deep in your hearts. It was US! We did it TOGETHER! Federation, Bajoran, Smuggler and Orion alike. We have proven the age old saying ‘United we stand, divided we fall.’ We are the clear proof of that.” Ottel took a long stare at his public. He couldn’t help but notice the silent nods of agreement in the crowd. “Far be it from me to change this wonderful mood, but there is one thing we cannot forget,” he continued again, “we cannot forget those who sacrificed their lives for out future. We all lost someone we knew, someone important. I want to tell you about a man I knew. I don’t know whether we were friends, but I was HIS bartender. No, my friends, not just A bartender, but HIS bartender. Lieutenant Rune Sith, a wonderful and promising officer, selfless and courageous, who was willing to put his life on line, just so you and me could have a fighting chance. I want to drink this glass for his memory, and the memory of all our fallen heroes.” Another cheer went across the bar, this time not so loud. Ottel emptied his glass and put it down. “Nice speech there, Ottel,” the Admiral said. Ottel sensed a hint of sarcasm in his tone. He replied: “It’s pretty obvious that half of my speech was a lie. You know it, and I’m pretty sure everyone in this bar knows it. This ‘victory’ has thrown us deep into the midst of a war that we could easily lose. I just didn’t think these people needed to be reminded of that.” Garrison was being surprised on every turn. Did he have this man figured out or not? Whatever the reality, Ottel had shown a talent of leadership not seen before. |
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| Captain Archer Mar 7 2004, 04:11 PM  |
Ambassador Michael Larkin - Office "I'll discuss it with them, but I can't promise you anything yet," Michael said to Ambassador Hilden. "Very well. But try your best. This could be an important step forward. Hilden out." Or the biggest mistake of our lives, Michael thought to himself. He rose from his seat and headed to the door, as he stepped into the corridor he let out a sigh. He then moved towards Admiral Garrison's office and hit the door chime..... no answer. "Computer locate Admiral Garrison." The computer chimed back "Admiral Garrison is on the Deck, section A-51." Must be one hell of a party Double~Helix Bar Michael walked back into the bar, which was significantly more crowded than when he left. He scanned the room and found Jen. He moved through the crowd of people to the table she was at. "About time. I thought I was going to have to send a search party after you," she smiled as she got up and kissed him. "Listen, I hate to spoil your mood, but I need you to let Captain Hardgrove know that I need to see him in my office first thing in the morning around 0800." She looked puzzled, "Okay. Can you talk about it?" "Not at the moment. Listen, I'll see you later. I need to discuss some things with Admiral Garrison, have you seen him?" Jen scanned the room "The last I saw of him he was at the..... there he is still over at the bar." "Great, talk to you later." He kissed her and headed over to the Admiral and tapped him on the shoulder he turned and Michael simply said "We have to talk ....immediately." |
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| Ullii Mar 7 2004, 11:09 PM |
Doctor Ullii Lauren - Double Helix Bar. "--and then I got hit, and must've temporarily blacked out--" James continued his story as Ullii laughed unendingly (and very loudly) with six empty glasses surrounding her, "--because when I came to, all I saw was that the Vorta ship was gone, my wingmen, Drayes and Manson, were flying toward the nebula, and a bunch of debris was floating outside! And naturally I thought that the Vorta had destroyed the transport and fled into the nebula, being chased by my wingmen!" Ullii started laughing even harder, banging her fist on the table, quite obviously drunk, "Haha, and so I deverted all my remaning power, apart from weapons, to the engines, and darted as fast as I could straight into the nebula, completely unaware that it was a Type-3 Anti-Matter Cloud! Manson and Drayes had stopped just before the nebula, and I soon found out why! I went in, still thinking I was chasing the Vorta ship, when almost all sensors went offline. All I could see on my holo-panel was a white blip that kept phasing in and out, and the gasses mixed with all the energy storms in the nebula made it impossible to see what was in front of me! So I locked onto the blip, charged my phasers, and fired!" Ullii's laughter was now starting to direct attention to James' story from all over the bar! She found time in between laughing breaths to ask him, "So wha' hap-- what happened?-- Then... then after... that?" "Heh, well, I hit them, obviously. I had disabled their engines, and I decided to get closer and offer them a chance to surrender, before I sent their souls to the founders!" Chordes of laughter erupted throughout the bar, "But when I got close enough to see them, I discovered that it was the transport, and not the Vorta, that I had fired upon! Well as soon as I discovered this rather useful bit of information, and knowing that their sensors were as useless as mine, I hailed the transport and told them that a small fighter had escaped from the assailing ship, and attacked them, and that I had just destroyed it! I tractored them out, and Manson was quick to tell me what had happened while I was blacked out.-- The Vorta had chased the transport into the nebula just after I'd been hit, and Manson and Drayes had destroyed the Vorta ship right before it entered the nebula; and that's why they were flying towards it! They had actually just destroyed the ship, and were coming to a stop!-- So here they are, just having destroyed the attacking ship, when I come along, speed into the nebula, and come out with the transport in tow!" "They thought you were a hero!" Someone shouted from the crowd. "That's right! They told me it was suicide to go in there to rescue the ship! They thought that the transport was done for! And it certainly would have been, had I not made such a blunder! Anyway, the government of the transport ship gave me a small fortune in platinum as a reward, and I was awarded the Starfleet Medal of Bravery!" "You meen th-that you never tol' tarfleet what reely hap'ned?" Ullii said after finishing her seventh drink. "Nope, haha! Only people I told for months afterwards were Drayes and Manson. But only after they had filled their reports, of course, haha! And we all had a good laugh after I got my reward and medal!-- Ahh the good 'ol days of Fighter Squad Delta-Seven!" he finished with a sigh, as everyone nearby who was listening laughed and applauded, especially Ullii who seemed to think, despite the fact that the whole ordeal was an accident, that James Autumn was the bravest man alive! James, who had only had two drinks, and noticing Lauren's condition, asked her if he could take her home, and the two of them left the bar. A handful of people followed their example, as it was getting late. About ten minutes later, they arrived at her quarters. Outside Ulli's Quarters "Here you go, Ullii." "Thanks a bunch! Hey, you wanna come in?" "Nah, I promised Snuggles I'd take him for a swim in the holosuite today." he said politely, smiling. "Snuggles? I didn't know you had a pet? He a dog, or a cat, or...?" "A shark, actually." "A SHARK??? You have a pet Shark???-- ...named Snuggles???" "Yea," he said, as though it wasn't at all odd to have a shark for a pet, "And he gets upset if he doesn't get a good swim, out in the open ocean, at least once a month." Ullii was stunned! "But... where do you keep him??" "Oh, in my quarters. I had to wait two extra months after arriving on the station before I could have Snuggles brought here. Took those damn engineers forever to renovate my room! He's got room in there to swim around, but it's not anything like the ocean. I'm sure you understand." He gave a wide grin, which made Ullii laugh, "Okay then, good night." "Good night." The last thing Ullii heard was the quiet wisp of the doors closing, as she fell onto her bed, and fell asleep. |
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| Hawku Mar 10 2004, 11:59 PM |
Lieutenant Rune Sith - Tholian Web Attacker
Tsengate, Bridge Sith and Julia cleared the Bridge of the Tholians. The aliens were relocated to lower decks. When they were done, Sith went over to an Astrometrics panel and checked their location. "According to this," he searched through holo-star charts, "there's an Alliance Outpost across the next nine Sectors. I'm going to change trajectory and head for it." Zeta clicked and chirped at Sith in confusion. He expected that Sith would try to return home. There was a pause. "I'm sorry." Sith was going to strike the Alliance. Julia walked over, "No! Please. Can you... bring me here?" She pointed to a Star System. "I have a friend there. They will keep me safe," she nodded hopefully. There was no second thought to it, "That's not far off from the Outpost. Of course we can go there first. Our best bet is to head for this Transwarp Conduit located in the Zora System. It'll bring us to our destinations a lot faster." He turned, "Zeta, you with me?" Zeta jumped onto his shoulder acknowledging. He had no doubts either. "Then let's do this..." Sith went to the Helm jumped the ship to Warp. As soon as that was done, he turned to Julia. She looked at him eagerly. "Well, I guess all that's left to do now is, umm, wait." He walked over to a computer frame, and found that Julia was following him closely. Sith then sat down on the floor and leaned back against the computer frame. The hum of the ship at Warp could be heard. Julia sat down on the floor too and crossed her legs. She looked around, bored. |
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| Captain Archer Mar 14 2004, 02:00 PM |
Ambassador Michael Larkin - Office
"Well, I'll say something if the rest of you won't." Hardgrove looked at Captain's Summit and Major. "This has got to be some kind of ruse." Captain Hardgrove looked up at Michael, "Where are these.....talks suppose to take place?" Michael walked over to the wall monitor "We don't know." Michael tapped a few controls and brought up a star chart. "We've been asked to rendezvous with a representative of the Alliance at these co-ordinates just outside of both of our borders, and have been assured that our escorting vessel will be allowed to follow to the talks. To that end the U.S.S. Appalachia has been redirected back to 001 to take us to the rendezvous." "The Appalachia is an old Norway class vessel." Summit was the one to speak this time. "That's all we could spare, the rest of the fleet will be defending Earth's perimeter, Vulcan and helping to patrol our new Bajoran allies borders." Garrison explained. "If we run into trouble, we will have back up." Garrison stood and took control of the wall monitor, he tapped a few controls and a schematic of the Appalachia came up and the screen zoomed in on the communication array. "The Appalachia has been equipped with a newly designed subspace transmitter courtesy of the Bajorans that will be sending a relay signal back to 001, the signal is shunted through a transwarp corridor, if the station loses contact with it, they are to dispatch the Enterprise, Gambit and Pollux to come searching for us." Summit and Hardgrove still looked skeptical - but they had to know that this was an extraordinary chance to end a war before it begins. "I don't have to tell you that the Federation is in no shape for a new sustained conflict, if these talks work out we could bring a stability to this part of the galaxy that hasn't existed in a long time." Michael continued, "I'm sure that there is more than meets the eye to these talks. But can we really risk not showing up. That would force the Alliance to engage us, and we all know what would happen then." They sat there for a minute absorbing what Michael had just said. Captain Major was the first to speak. "I'm in, I agree with you Ambassador. If we don't show up, it would be taken as a sign we are uninterested in peace. I don't know about you two but I think it's worth the risk." Larkin, Major and Garrison turned their gazes towards Summit and Hardgrove. They both nodded in agreement. "Not the ringing optimism I was hoping for - but I'll take it. Well if that's all gentlemen, I'll see you in the morning." |
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| Nightranger Mar 15 2004, 06:08 PM  |
Fleet Captain
Drayson Hardgrove - Ambassador Larkin's office Hardgrove spoke up as Larkin was about to leave, "Mr. Larkin, I do agree to send all of us would be very foolish. If by chance this is a trap, the whole Federation would be compromised." Turning to acknowledge the other members of the conversation he continued, "Perhaps we need to limit the number of attendants to those who are not as vital to our cause?" Garrison was the one who answered the suggestion, "Drayson's right. We all can't go. I think it would be better if some of us stayed behind." "I agree," Sumit chimed in. Major also nodded his approval. "Well now that were all agreed perhaps we should decide who will go. I personally think that the Admiral needs to stay. As our leader, he is needed here. But, I, myself, will go in his place. Captain Major should join us showing our troop element and perhaps our new allies should send a delegate also." Garrison frowned, "Maybe just one for now. Contact the Bajorans and ask them to send in their representative." Hardgrove nodded and addressed the rest of the meetings members. He gave a final nod and they all headed out of Larkin's office. Hardgrove's Office Hardgrove had spent the better part of an hour trying to make contact with Major Lietra, the Bajoran representative. According to security reports, she had checked in a few hours ago. It was just a matter of tracking her down, he guessed. He tapped his fingers on his desk and was about to have the computer contact her when she stepped into his door way. "You were looking for me Captain?" Lietra questioned. Hardgrove stared at the young Bajoran woman as she entered his office questioningly. "Major Lietra, I presume?" The woman nodded, and as she swayed into his office, she took a seat opposite him. She leaned back into the chair and put her feet upon his desk then folded her arms over her chest. "So what did you need?" she asked. Hardgrove was more than just a little annoyed and didn't try at all to show it "Major, myself and a few other War Council members will be going to a negotiations-conference. We believe that it would be in to the Bajoran's interest for you to attend with us." Major Lietra cocked her head to the side, letting her straight, brown hair settle over her neckline. Batting her green eyes and wiggling her ridged nose, she parted her ruby red lips and simply said. "Ok. Are we done?" |
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| Mozg Mar 15 2004, 08:51 PM |
Lattrel Ottel - Quarters “Things don’t look that swell, Ottel. In the last couple of days there have been several noticeable outcries against our alliance with the Federation. The general population at the bases is content with the new union, but there are forces, far stronger, that could easily shift the situation,” she waited for him to respond. Ottel just looked at her. He was calm and relaxed, a childish smile appeared on his face. It has been a while, he thought. “Are you even listening to me! You’ve drunk, haven’t you,” she erupted. Ottel simply nodded his head, and kept smiling. “Look, I’m completely serious here. Are you sure this line is secure?” Once again, Ottel nodded. “Oh, come on! This is important.” “Man! It’s good to see your face and hear your angelic voice again,” Ottel finally spoke. He sat up and fixed his shirt. “Shani, my Shani.” She looked down, and back up. There was a smile. “This is a secure line. I’ve managed to get one, courtesy of the good old Fleet Captain. I want you to be watchful: there may be more serious threats among the smugglers than we’d anticipated. The more time passes by, the more I am assured there are those in our ranks that are siding with the Alliance.,” Ottel said. “We’ve known that for some time,” Shani interrupted him. “Yes, but things are much worse. I have reason to believe that these smugglers have already officially allied themselves with the Alliance. With support, they might be more than we could handle,” he punched several keys. “I’m sending sensor readings the Tilibos made right before I blew the transwarp conduit. I think you’ll find the details quite intriguing.” The computer chirped:
“Now,” Ottel continued, “about this guy you’re sending me. Is he to be trusted?” “He is. You wanted one of our best captains, I got him for you. He was personally chosen by Hayrig to run his smuggler base,” she said. Ottel looked at the data she sent. “William Dearborne,” Ottel read the name of the captain. He went through the specifics of in the file, nodding his head at every impressive bit of info. “He’s only 26 years old. Won’t that be a problem?” “I assure you, he is one of the best,” Shani put his doubts to rest. “Seems to me, you like him a little too much,” Ottel jokingly raised his eyebrow, “Am I to be worried?” “Don’t worry, he’s not my type.” “Oh? He isn’t?” “No, he’s too good looking to be my type,” she joked. “Okay, I get it, ha ha,” Ottel laughed sarcastically. “Anyways, I have sent Mkrdij on a mission of sorts. I want him to collect as much information as possible on the pro-Alliance faction. I have talked to Glott and Hayrig, explained things to them and asked them to prepare the general population in the bases for deeper changes. If we are to do this, we need to do it right. Glott will handle the base at Sector Nol, and I expect Hayrig to pull some strings and convince other base leaders to go along. I will talk to you later, my love.” The last words surprised Shani. Ottel had never been one for such clear expressions of love. “We’ll talk soon, my love,” she corrected him. The holoscreen went blank and disappeared. Ottel got up and walked towards the window. He should be here by now, he thought. The sun was just peering over Earth’s western hemisphere. It was a sight to see. Ottel’s attention was taken away, as the door chimed. “Come in,” he said. The doors opened and in walked in a young human male. He was about 5'10", well built. He threw back his medium length dirty blonde hair and stared directly at Ottel. “Mr. Dearborne, I presume.” The young man nodded. “Welcome to Starbase 001.” |
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| RMrulz Mar 16 2004, 03:12 PM |
Admiral Tom Garrison - Hardgrove's Office
Aboard 001 "Tom, it's for the best and you know it." "No!" Tom cried out, a bit louder than he intended to. He got up from the chair he was sitting in and began pacing back and forth. Drayson simply sat behind his desk and watched Tom stalk back and forth. "Tom..." he said. "No, no! You don't get it." Tom stopped pacing and turned to face Hardgrove. "I sat at my desk and watched the battle on a holomonitor, I watched little Federation logos blink out of existence like I was playing some computer game. But I wasn't. Each time one of those logos disappeared, hundreds of lives were lost. And all I could do was sit there and watch. I'm not going to sit here and do nothing again." "It's not the same this time. We're not going off to battle, we're going to negotiate. It's not like you're going to be sitting here while people you command are giving their lives, it's just a simple peace conference. The Alliance surely won't send all of their top leaders, the most important ones have to stay behind in case something happens. The same is true for us, and you're the most important leader." "It's my duty. What sort of person cowers behind his desk all the time?" "No, Tom," Drayson corrected. "It's your duty to see that no harm comes to yourself, so that you can continue to lead the entire Federation in our fight against the Alliance. That is your duty as leader." "I never asked to be the leader of this," Tom said while gesturing around him. His eyes flashed with a sudden anger. "And that's why you are the leader." Tom wasn't expecting that. He paused to think about the comment, and suddenly felt all his anger floating away. He sat down again, resigned. "I just hate sitting here doing nothing." Drayson smiled. "Well, you won't exactly be doing nothing." "Huh?" Tom asked with a confused look. "I see somebody hasn't been keeping up with their paperwork. Sam's gone on a personal leave, so once all of us leave for the conference there will be nobody left to run the station. Somebody's got to make sure those duty rosters and cargo manifests are submitted on time, looks like you're the lucky man." Tom groaned and banged his head down onto Drayson's desk. "Isn't there ever any good news these days?" |
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| Ullii Mar 17 2004, 02:02 AM |
Doctor Ullii Lauren - The Deck, Double~Helix Bar Where could he be?! Ullii had been waiting for James for about fifteen minutes now. He told her he'd come with her on her first visit to the Infirmary, as well as give her a tour of his quarters to meet his pet shark, Snuggles. "Hey." A strange voice came from behind her. She looked back to see a handsome man with dirty blonde hair looking at her. "Can I help you?" "Yes, I'm looking for a beautiful young woman; perhaps you can help me." he said, keeping a serious look on his face all the while. "Well, what's her name?" Ullii asked, not picking up on the pick-up. "Perhaps you... can help me." he repeated slower. "Oh!" she blushed, "I'm sorry, I've got a date." "Late, is he?" "What? Oh, I'm sure it's for a good reason." "What's his name?" "Pardon me? I don't think you should be asking about my personal life!" she replied sternly. "You can tell a lot about a person from their name. Come on... humour me." She hesitated. "Autumn. James Autumn." He stood there for a moment, deep in thought, before he finally spoke, "He's trouble. I'd get away from him as quick as I could, if I were you." Ullii stared back at him, obviously unimpressed at this poor attempt at getting her to dump James. "So what's your name?" "William Dearborne." he said almost proudly, keeping the serious look on his face, "I'm a perfect man, and a wonderful cook!" "Right." she said, unimpressed, "Well, I think I can judge for myself, the characters of the men I date. Now if you don't mind..." "Of course." he said as he walked away and out of sight. Just then James came running around the corner. "Hey, I'm SOOO sorry Ullii! Something was wrong with the internal sensors, giving us false alarms of non-authorized personal suddenly appearing in restricted locations. We found some minor devices stolen from one of the restricted cargo bays, so it looks like someone's been tampering with the station's systems to get a hold of them." "Really? What did they steal?" "Nothing valuable. A small power source, some rations, a wrist-mounted flashlight, a block of cheese, and a tiny experimental cloaking device. It's doesn't work properly though. It's supposed to mount on your wrist, and cloak your whole body. It's 100% undetectable, but it only cloaks your hand." "Hmm, weird... well shall we go?" "Yes, of course. Lead the way, my love." He said with a smile, as he gestured toward the appropriate direction. Infirmary After about ten minutes of walking and taking the turbolift, they ended up in the Infirmary. It was very big compared to the sickbays on most starships. It even had two entrances. It was a circular room, with a large transporter pad in the center, and the CMO's office in the only corner. Four doors branched off of the main room, two of which led to separate operating rooms, and two of which led to storage rooms that each had two recovery rooms leading from them. There were many bio-beds all around the Infirmary, and one Quarantined Operating Bed near the smaller entrance. Ullii went to the area that was her office, and sat in the chair behind her desk. "You know, I was excited at first, but I'm beginning to wonder if Garrison chose the right person for the job." "An unfounded concern at best," he stated matter-of-factly, "Why, had you fixed me up any faster out there on the Pollux, I wouldn't have even seen you do it!" This made Ullii smile. "And I heard you worked a miracle on a certain Fleet Captain Hardgrove." "At the cost of another life." Ullii frowned, "Besides, how did you know about that?! Only very few people were informed!" "Well word gets around; you know. The point is, you made the right decision. You're a great doctor! You deserve this posting more than anyone!" "Well, I hope so. Speaking of Garrison, I should go introduce myself to him, and report in for duty. I saw him at the party, but I didn't uhh... feel up to talking at the time. Heh." James paused a moment before he spoke, "Tell me Ullii, what do you think of this rebellion?" "... to be honest... I really don't know what to think. The main thing that makes me question it, is all the lives that were lost in the process..." An angry, solemn look suddenly appeared across Ullii's face, "God knows, no one hates a traitor more than I. I will serve the Federation no matter who is in charge; even fight if I have to... well if it's my loyalties you're asking about, James, it's to the Federation, and its survival. I will do whatever it takes to prevent our annihilation." "That's very noble of you. I was on Earth when I was given the choice of who to 'follow'." "And what did you choose?" James smiled, "I'm here, aren't I?" They both smiled at each other. James then moved closer to Ullii, held her hand, turned to face her, and looked her in the eyes, as Ullii looked back into his. There was a moment of stillness, then James slowly went to kiss her. Their lips had just about touched when James jumped back suddenly seeming very worried. "Oh crap!!! Computer, time!" "The time is fifteen hundred hours." "Oh no! I'm late for a meeting! Umm, you go ahead and see Garrison. I'll introduce you to Snuggles another time. Really sorry!" "It's ok!" she shouted back as he left out the door. She took one last look around the Infirmary, then left towards Garrison's office. Garrison's Office She reached his door, took a deep breath, and pressed the door chime. "Come." She stepped inside and faced Admiral Garrison, who was sitting at his desk with many more Holo-PADDs than is usual for an Admiral. She stood at attention. "Lieutenant Ullii Lauren, reporting for duty, Sir." "Ahh, Doctor Lauren. At ease. Come, have a seat." "Thank you, Sir." she sat down at one of the chairs on the opposite side of his desk. "I've got your duty roster all lined up." He handed her one of the PADDs, "You'll start in a few days. I want you to get a little more R&R before beginning the new job. You might want to use some of the time to request some transfers. I believe you still need a head nurse." Ullii immediately thought of the person she wanted for that job. "Could I possibly have Lieutenant Janks, from the Pollux?" "I'll look into it." "Thank you, Sir." "Not a problem, Doctor, not a problem. I'm sure I'll have more than enough time, now that I'm..." he paused and looked at Ullii who was looking back at him curiously, "Well, now that I've finished reviewing the sensor reports." He smiled vaguely. They both stared at each other for a moment. "Doctor... I'm getting the feeling that you're not sure whether you trust me or not. Whether or not you believe in this rebellion. Am I correct?" Ullii thought for a moment, surprised that he could pick up on this, and regretted that she hadn't hidden it better. "Sir, I will protect the Federation at all costs! I may not agree with some of your methods, but you are my superior officer, and I will follow your every order." "I see," he said, not entirely convinced. "Well, if that'll be all, sir, I'd like to get in a little climbing before dinner." "Oh, you do mountain climbing?" "Yes, sir. Good way of relieving some stress." She looked again at all the PADDs on Garrison's desk. "Would you like to join me?" "Oh... another time perhaps, Doctor." "Very well. Good day then, Sir." "Good day. And Ullii..." She turned back to look at him, "Welcome aboard." "Thank you, Sir." she said, and she left the office. Well that wasn't as cheerful a first meeting as I would've liked... Oh well. He's a busy man, and I'm sure he's got a lot on his mind. She walked toward the holodeck. |
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| Nightranger Mar 18 2004, 09:20 AM  |
Pirate
Captain Kyst Blacksun - outside Fleet Captain Hardgrove's office Kyst had been standing outside her brother's office for almost twenty minutes now, waiting to meet with him. After pacing back and forth for a moment, she made up her mind. She was tired of waiting. Reaching the door, she was determined to enter - and was surprised when they pulled back, allowing her entrance. Drayson looked up from his conversation with man with slightly graying hair and nodded as she entered. "Ah, Captain. Good to see you again. Admiral Tom Garrison, might I introduce Captian Kyst Blacksun, the leader of our Orion faction." The older man turned to face her and extended his hand. "Captain" Kys felt a shiver of excitement run down her body as she took his hand. "A..Admiral" she responded. Hardgrove then continued, "Captain Blacksun has volunteered to be a war council representative. Their involvement in the latest battle was a turning point in our victory." Kyst scowled at Hardgrove's comments. He made it sound as if they willing to join this war and were not railroaded in to it as they had been. As the two men continued to talk, Kyst looked around the spacious office that belong to her brother thinking only *so this is what he left us for... a spacious, posh, office big enough to house a entire fleet's hijacking's booty?* Lost in her thoughts of the admirals handshake, Kys wasn't aware Garrison was speaking to her until Drayson had called her by name - "Kyst?" Looking in her direction she composed herself, "Oh sorry. Was just thinking." Garrison repeated himself, "Wellcome to 001 Captain. Drayson, have the Bajorans contacted you about the council?" "Yes, Major Lietra arrived yesterday. In fact, I've arranged for the Major to join the Ambassador and myself at the conference. If our new Alliance is to work... total disclosure is a must." Garrison nodded in agreement. "Well I've got things to attend to. Good luck with your mission," he said as he left the office - leaving Kyst and Drayson alone. |
