| Kelly
Nov 14 2004, 10:37 AM  |
Samantha Halliwell ~ Halliwell Residence Samantha was out of breath and her knee ached. Who thought chasing your child around the house could be so tiring? she straightened up and controlled her breathing. "Matthew this is not funny anymore, now get back here and get these trousers on," she held them out in front of her. "I don't want you running around half naked." She tilted her head to one side and heard footsteps going back up the stairs, she sighed and walked to the bottom of the stairs. "Matthew I mean it." "Having trouble?" Samantha turned to her mother, "I guess you could say that, Matthew has this thing with clothes and not wearing them." "You and Stephen were like when you were that age." Carol replied with a smile. Samantha turned back to her, "How could you possibly," she stopped mid-sentence. "What is it?" "It's," she frowned slightly and shook her head slowly, "Oh it's nothing, just surprised you can remember that far back," she chuckled then looked back up the stairs. "Matthew get down here NOW! Your father will be here shortly." More footsteps, probably moving to another room. "He'll calm down, he's just excited that Drayson is coming to see him." "Yeah," Samantha agreed with a ghost of a smile, "He'd better not be like this tomorrow when I go to meet Captain Major." "I told you, me and your father can look after him for the day," she put an arm around her shoulders, "It's no trouble." Samantha looked back up the stairs then back to Carol, "Thanks mum, what would I do without you two?" She then took her mother into a hug and for some reason kept it longer than normal. It felt different, like she'd never done it before even though they had shared hundreds of hugs over the years. Samantha pulled back and smiled to her mother then looked back up the stairs to see Matthew standing at the top. "Ready to co-operate now?" Matthew just nodded and smiled. |
| Hawku Nov 14 2004, 03:36 PM  |
Lieutenant Commander Rune Sith - Desert Planet Now Sith got up to his feet. He looked around in mistrust. The Commander knelt for a second and picked up the Orb. "Interesting little trinket." He held it between his waist and palm and started walking. As he walked he began to realize he didn't even know who he was, or anything of his past. He stopped immediately at this, "Wait a sec. I know this..." He tried remembering his mother's name, and his father's name. But there was no luck. "What the heck is my name?" In frustration at this, he started walking the empty desert floor. He couldn't remember anything. In the distance, he saw someone crouched down with their back to him. He saw no other purpose but to approach this man. As Sith neared, the man dressed in black suddenly stood up and turned as if just arriving in this place also. "Huh?" The man turned around, but his face wasn't human. It was demonic... but his expression: confusion. "Where am I?" It asked. "I was wondering that myself," Sith said with caution. The man, obviously more aristocratic, suddenly realized where he was by just looking around. "What am I doing here??" He stumbled on his words for a moment, "--How did I-- How did I get here!?" And then he noticed Sith. "You!?" Sith reacted with uncertainty. "Whu..." Then the Demonic-being noticed the Orb under Sith's right arm. "Now I know what happened! You must've brought me here with that thing!" He pointed at the Orb. "I don't know what you're talking about. Do you know who I am?" Sith tried throwing in the question. "I have to get out here. I can't be in this place!!" He began to pace in panic and then looked back to Sith and his Orb. "Give that to me." Sith stepped back quickly. "Give it!" The Demon ordered. "No," Sith replied. The Demon stepped forward, but Sith stepped back again. Then the Demon ran for Sith, but Sith launched his foot into the Demon's chest. "Urh!" The Demon said in pain. "Give it to me now!" "No!" Sith stood up to this being. Its whole essence scared Sith, but for some reason he had the courage ready for it, specifically, like he knew it from somewhere. "Argh!!" The Demon reinforced his strength and charged at Sith. The Commander lept up and double-kneed the creature in its demonic face. He landed and began blocking and countering the first few punches and grabs from the Demon. Sith finished it with a forceful palm across the Demon's head. The Demon fell back clumsily and disorientated. "AAuugh!!!! I should have killed you when I had the chance!!" In a disoriented stagger of dizzyness, the Demon dematerialized from this setting to gather himself. Sith began to realize all these moves from experience... but what experience? He wasn't sure. All he knew was that he was himself, only just a little lost. |
| k4m4caZ1
Nov 15 2004, 02:49 AM  |
Lieutenant Commander Daniel Clark – Personal Quarters ”Warning, the time is now 0500 hours.” “Computer… snooze…” Warning, the time is now 0510 hours.” “Computer! I said—ah!” Clark shot straight up in his bed, “Damn it! I’ve never been late for a shift before!” He staggered out of bed and into his uniform. “What’s the rush babe?” the voice – one long yawn - came from underneath his sheets. “I’m late for my shift,” right shoe, “I’ll c’ya when I’m done,” left shoe, and out the door. “Don’t be too long!” Came a cry from his quarters. “Heh, she knows exactly how long my… wait a… who the hell was that?” Clark took another look at his room before he rounded the corner at a full out run. “Computer, activate neural-interface Clark-1.” “Unable to comply.” “What?” He was out of breath by the time he got to the turbo-lift, “Explain!” “No such interface exists.” “Main Engineering.” He called out. Must be a glitch, I’ll have to fix it after my shift. The doors of the turbo-lift slid open revealing a large, softly lit room. Clark walked inside with an explanation ready for Neala, but found someone else in her stead. “There you are!” “Commander Tanik, it’s nice to see you. What brings you to Engineering?” “What the hell do you think? I run the damn place!” Now Clark was puzzled, “Now get to your post ensign.” Clark reached to his neck, feeling for his pips, but there was only one. “I’m sorry sir, I can explai—“ “I don’t want any more of your excuses! This is the fifth time you’ve been late this week! One more time, and I’m transferring you off this station!” Tanik spun around and headed the other way. “I’m sorry… commander…” He picked up a tricorder and started walking in a random direction. Something wasn’t right here… but it was. He was an ensign on Starbase 001. “Man, you really got it this time.” Clark turned to find a young man, about his age, standing at a nearby consol. “He’s serious; he’ll transfer you.” “I don’t know what’s come over me… I mean, I’ve never been late for a shift…” “Ha, that’s a load of crap. You heard what he said, fifth time this week. Careful or your gonna break my record!” He laughed a little too hard at his own remark. “Anyway, you and Neala are still coming tonight, right?” “That’s only if Tanik doesn’t give me a triple shift to make up my 15 minute late.” Clark chuckled along with his friend – Jake was his name, he remembered – and took a seat next him. |
| Nightranger
Nov 16 2004, 09:10 PM  |
Drayson Hardgrove The Black Sparrow Drayson Hardgrove tied the Black Sparrow to the Docks Key and the climbed back aboard. Grabbing rather large bag he quickly knocked on the deck and yelled "Come on Kyst, were running late." He then jumped back tot he dock and headed down to the awaiting shuttle car. Kyst Blacksun had disappeared below deck as the ship entered the port. She had wanted to dress in something a little less revealing. She decided on a red midriff and a pair of cut off shorts and leather flip flops. Drayson rolled his eyes as he watched his younger sister take he time walking down the dock. He snickerd as as she closed the door and strapped herself in the car. "What?" she asked angrily. "Dressing to impress hmm?" he asked As the Shuttle car headed to the Halliwell home the rest of the ride was spent talking about seeing Matthew, the plans he had made and visiting with his ex inlaws. The shuttle car reached the Hallwill home and Drayson climbed out with the bag in to, headed for the door and rang the bell. He was greeted by Carol Haliwell who greeted him with a smile and invited him inside "Drayson please come in. Samantha was just finishing getting Mathew ready and should be right down. Can I get you some tea?" Drayson shook his head and just sat waiting till Mathew came running into the room yelling "Daddy" and leaped into Draysons arms. Hardgrove hugged the little boy tightly , then put him down and smiled up at Sam. "I hope it isn't too late to ask but I was hoping you wouldn't mind if I took Mathew for a few more days than just today. I brought the Sparrow and was planning to take him to the beach house for a few days. you and your family are invited of course . I was hoping to take him sailing is all." Smantha smiled "I'm alright with it, in fact I have a meeting tomorrow so if you took him it would give me time to take care of that and give his grandparents a rest " Carol interrupted "Thank you for your invitation Drayson , but I'm sorry Mr.Halliwell and I have toher plans But I'm sure Samantha would love to go wouldn't you dear?' Samantha looked shocked. Drayson just smiled at them both as he handed Mathew the bag he brought with him. "Here you go Matty, your aunt and I got you a present. " The little boy couldn't stop jumping as he pulled the gift from it's bag.. Once he took it out he wrinkled his face as he tried to figure out what it was. "It's a model of the space station your Mommy is going to work at Matty." " Is that Nice? What do we say Mathew? Carol asked Matty smiled "I guess thank you Daddy" "Your welcome, Now why don't you go say thank you to your aunt she is in the car." The Lad jumped again and ran out to the awaiting Car. Carol then excused herself and left Samantha and Drayson alone. "So Sam, what do you say want to come with us?" Sam bit her lips then she nodded ."Can you give a spell to gather a few things for me and the boy?" Drayson nodded and just sat there awaiting he return. |
| Mozg
Nov 17 2004, 01:56 AM  |
Lattrel Ottel - somewhere? Ottel awoke from the nap, with the sun lighting his face. Last thing he remembered was him lounging on one of the sofas in the back of the Double~Helix... where was he now? He slowly raised his hand to block the sun, and tried to get a good look at his surroundings. Holding his one hand if front of his face, he got off the chair he was on. The chair. That was the first thing he looked at. It was a wooden rocking chair, green. He could swear he had never seen it, but somehow he knew he was the one who built it. He even remembered the time the hammer missed the nail and landed on his finger... ouch! He immediately looked at his finger... no sign of the accident. He now realized he was outside, in the open. The memory of the bar was still there, but it seemed so distant. He was standing in a lush garden, on the edge of a vineyard that stretched for miles... how did he know that? Of course, he had walked through it himself, countless times, in fact. His mind was filled with so many memories... could this be a dream? Or maybe the station, the war, the coalition... maybe all that was a dream. "Ottel," he heard someone call his name. He turned to see Shani, running up to him. She looked amazing under the sunlight, with the breeze in her hair. "There you are, honey." "Shani," Ottel walked up, to meet her halfway. "Honey, we've been looking for you for half an hour," she said, as she got closer. "Your mom has the table set up." "Is she still praising her cooking?" Ottel asked, and then immediately started thinking about what he said. In the back of his mind he still had a vague memory about his parents being dead, but it all seemed like a bad dream now. Instead, he somehow remembered all these instances when his mother would be bragging about her cooking, and his father would be nodding silently, even though his smile said otherwise. "Let's go then," he said, holding Shani's hand, and the two walked through the vineyard and disappeared into the green. |
| Ullii
Nov 18 2004, 02:53 AM  |
Doctor Ullii Lauren - Quarters Ullii's heart was still beating fast as the image of her father continued to pace her room, occasionaly looking her way with a mennacing grin. She had called security countless times, but noone came, and she remained in her bed, utterly horror-stricken and white as a ghost. Finally, tarrified, she spoke. "What are you?" Her father immediatly became furious, and in the blink of an eye, was standing above her bed, his face red with anger! She gave a cry of fear. He was soo real! "Why did you do it?! Why did you drive her to do it?!" "What... what are you talking about??" She pulled her covers up to her nose, more afraid than she had ever been in her life! Her father resumed his previous features, and begain again to walk aimlessly about her room. I am mad. I must be mad. How is this possible?! What was he talking about? She looked all around her, searching desperately for something that would explain what was happening. It was as though here worst nightmares were comming true. The shadows in the room began to dance and twirl over her head, and everything faded into a blur. For a moment, she felt happy. Utterly blissful! The warm summer sun shining in her face, a cool breeze blowing through her hair, and people she loved all around her. But just as suddenly as it had appeared, it went away, and equally as suddenly, Xervish Lauren, her trecherous Romulan father, jerked around to face her once more. She lay there in horror as he crept closer and closer, a madness waiting to erupt in his face, while whispering barely audibly "You've been a very bad girl, my daughter. A very bad girl. And you have given me an eternity to punish you. So begins my revenge." |
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Ambassidor Yasha Lauren - Approaching Earth "Computer, try again. On all frequencies this time." a short pause. "This is Captain Lee of the USS Warhammer. Is anyone out there?" "USS Warhammer, this is Yasha Lauren, Romulan Ambassidor to the Federation. What happened here?" "Romulans! I should have known! You can't play your foolish games with me, you green-blooded snake! Lower your shields an--" "Warhammer, this is Captain Mars, of the Federation Fighter Squad Ranger-7, Division 92, Border Patrol." God, I hate that absurdly long designation "What the Ambassidor says is true. We have orders to escort her safely to Starbase 001 on highest authority and priority." "Greetings Warhammer. I was scheduled to commence peace talks on board Starbase 001, but I am neither getting any hail responces, nor any lifesigns. Not even on the surface." "Well I suppose you wouldn't... seeing as how they're all gone." "What do you mean, gone? Dissapeared?" "Check your scanners, Romulan. As though you can't see it with your own eyes." "My God..." Captain Mars and the rest of the escort had disabled their view screens to expose the windows. Yasha had her exo-hull armor activated in case her escort had suddenly decided to turn on her. She deactivated it, and stared in awe at what now encompassed the entire planet. "Computer, Identify." "Analysing... Spacial Anomaly, Class 32 Omega. Designation: Nexus." |
RMrulz
Nov 18 2004, 11:34 PM  |
Major Lietra Kayana - Bajor "... all wondering what this announcement is. Without delaying any further I would like to introduce to you Major Lietra Kayana, a member of our militia." Lietra took a deep breath and walked out onto the stage. All of Bajor was waiting for her announcement. She reached the podium and looked out over the crowd of people gathered. Everyone was silent as they regarded her, many of them probably trying to figure out who she was and what she had to do with any of this. There was an air of nervous tension in the room. She turned and looked at the man off stage, whom nobody in the audience could see. He just smiled at her. "First Minister," she spoke. "Kai. Ministers of the Council. Vedeks of the Assembly. My fellow Bajorans. Over the last few centuries we have watched the Alliance become more militaristic as it grows in power. We have watched it conquer nearby star systems. We have watched it chip away at the power of the Federation, a people we once called our ally. And while all this has gone on we have done nothing." "There has been no agreement among the Ministers, the Vedeks, or the people in general, on what to do," she continued. "Some feel that we should remain isolated and concentrate on our own affairs. Some see that as naive and feel we should join the Alliance by our own will before we are forced to join against our will. And still others believe we should once again ally ourselves with the Federation, to repay them for their kindness and their aid in the years following the Cardassian Occupation." "Ever since I was a little girl I dreamed of taking part in something which could end this debate. It was nothing more than a dream, and I never thought it would come true. But last week I decided to try. So I borrowed a transport vessel with permission from First Minister Hallan and set out to do what I had always dreamed to do. I went out and found the one man who can unite us and lead us in these trying times." She paused for a minute to look over the crowd. There seemed to be even more tension in the room as they all tried to figure out what she was talking about. "Bajoran citizens everywhere, I present to you your Emissary." The man walked out onto the stage. There was a gasp from the audience as they recognized who it was. It was the Emissary. |
| Hawku Nov 19 2004, 09:51 AM  |
Lieutenant Commander Rune Sith - Waterfall Desperate for an answer Sith began trying everything. He knocked on the Orb and even tried breaking it; he threw it to the ground and began stomping on it. But when he picked it up and passed his hand over it, the entire environment around him changed from that empty, dry Desert to a luscious jungle setting below and above a life-filled Waterfall. Looking around, he suddenly realized he was surrounded by four emotionless people. "Who are you?" "We are the seers," Captian Halliwell stepped forward. "The Prophets," another continued, Commander Tanik. "You have to get me out of here. What is this place?" Sith pleaded. "A temporal plain, between another temporal plain," Admiral Garrison spoke. "Its power is strong," Tanik said. "Whatever this place is, I have to get out! I'm not supposed to be here!" "The mortal must destroy the evil one," Halliwell said. "He has summoned the evil one here to do just that," Ottel finished. "Huh?? You mean that demon guy?" Halliwell approached Sith, "The mortal must destroy the evil one... The Wraith." "He is in his most weakest form," Garrison said. "Murder is the only answer," Ottel added. "Are you crazy? Why should I do that, especially to a guy with an obvious facial condition?" "Exterminating the evil one will exterminate you from the Environment," Tanik replied. "The Environment is the temporal plain," Halliwell said. Sith looked around to the jungle and waterfalls around him, "So... if I kill that guy... then I get out of here?" "The mortal has fought the evil one, once before," Garrison said. "I can't just kill him. That's wrong!" "It is..." Halliwell began-- "The only way," --Tanik finished. "Why??" "It must be done," Garrison replied. "The chance cannot be passed," Ottel said. Before he knew it, all four of them disappeared in a flash leaving him alone in the jungle setting. He tried moving his hand over the Orb again and again, but they didn't come back. |
RMrulz
Nov 20 2004, 01:29 AM  |
Tom Garrison - Cargo Ship Nobel Tom looked around the small bridge with satisfaction. Everything was in order. They had arrived in the Vulcan system to drop off their cargo, but they would have to wait several hours as it was in the middle of the night in the city they were delivering their goods to. The autopilot orbital system was engaged, keeping the ship in a standard orbit around Vulcan. He was going to get some sleep. Tom left the bridge and walked down the corridor. It was a small ship, all of the living spaces, including the bridge, only occupied one deck. The rest of the ship was dedicated to the cargo holds. He reached the end of the corridor and slowed down as he waited for a door to open. The controls on this old ship weren't as up-to-date as they were on a Starfleet vessel, it took the door a second to realize somebody was standing there before it opened. Eventually it did open and he walked into the quarters he and Anika shared. He walked into the room and looked around in awe. The entire room was bathed in a soft red glow. It was coming from the Vulcan sun shining from a distance outside the window. He wasn't expecting it so it had just caught him by surprise. The red hue gave the room a feeling of warmth usually lacking on any interstellar ship, and it was really quite beautiful in a haunting way. He stood there for several minutes not moving, simply taking in the beauty of it all. Eventually he shook himself out of his reverie. He walked over to the bed and looked down at his sleeping wife. The diffuse red light reflected off her face, giving her a radiant look. She appeared to be glowing. Her brown, shoulder length hair shone brilliantly from the light cascading over it. She had a faint smile on her face as she slept. Tom smiled, he had never seen her look so beautiful. He sat down on the bed and reached down to pull of his boots. He quickly slipped out of all but his boxers and shivered as the drafts in the room met his bare skin. He lifted the covers and crawled under them, taking comfort in the warmth from his wife. "Mmmm. Tom?" He heard her mutter. He looked over at her. Her eyes were open and she was looking at him. With the light reflecting off her face and her eyes, and her hair shining in the distant sunlight, he felt his breath taken away. It was as if he was laying next to an angel. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," he whispered. He leaned forward and lightly kissed her on the forehead. "It's ok," she said, smiling. She snuggled up against him and closed her eyes. "I love you..." she whispered as she was already drifting back to sleep. Tom held her tightly to him. "I love you too," he said. He heard her sigh in content as sleep again took over her. |
| Kelly
Nov 21 2004, 11:21 AM |
Samantha Halliwell ~ still at home She took her time walking up the stairs and finding what she needed. She hated it when her mother did that to her, put her on the spot. She threw a costume in the bag and stared in the drawer at a bikini. Samantha bit her lip, she hadn't worn anything like this since she'd given birth to Matthew and she didn't want Drayson to get the wrong idea. Live a little, Sam she thougth picking it up and looking at it, Not as if you'll be seeing any beaches onboard the starbase she put it in the bag just incase. It didn't take too long to get Matthew's stuff together. She walked back down the stairs with the bag, "Packed and ready to go when you are." She turned to Carol and kissed her on the cheek, "See you soon, Mom." "Have a nice time," Carol said as she ushered them out the door. Samantha looked to Drayson and shook her head slowly, "She just gets stranger and stranger." |
| Hawku Nov 22 2004, 03:05 AM |
Lieutenant Commander Rune Sith - Countryside After a sigh of defeat, Sith passed his hand over the glass ball once more. In that moment the background around him transformed again. He found himself in a warm grassy field. The relieving blue sky towered overhead as he glanced around trying to make sense of things. In the distance his eyes met with a figure. She stood, her back to him, her white robes draping in the warm breeze. Sith began walking towards the Bajoran. She seemed to be confused as if just arriving in this place for the first time. "Huh... Where am I...?" "Hi," Sith approached cautiously, making eye contact with the woman as she turned around. "Sith!" She exclaimed when she saw him, "You summoned me!" "Do I... know you?" But she was too excited to even notice his naïveté. "Oh, Sith, you have no idea how much I've learned since last we met! After my return to the others, I began studying Alpha Quadrant species, science and culture. There is so much to it... food, customs, alien-races... The different categorizations of language and communication---" "I'm sorry, I don't remember you." "It's me Julia. Don't you recognize---?" Then she stopped and looked around at the setting. It was then she realized the truth. Sith looked at her for a response. He instinctively admired her facial features, but it was no cause to lower his guard. "Oh, I'm here... So your mind must be affected. But then why is 'here' somewhere else...?" She looked around again until she saw the Orb in Sith's other hand. "Let me guess. I brought you here?" "Yes-- That Orb of the Prophets must have brought you to a semi-plane within this place. You're being kept between two realms." "I know I came here by accident, so how can I have possibly summoned you or anyone else?" "You chose who you wanted to summon far before you even did." Sith shook his head... Julia smiled, "I was going to wait until I had learned all there was to learn about mortal existence before I'd try to find you, but this is better. You know, I'm very different from the last time you saw me. I'm not like the others who descended into mortality, or just visited it for a short while. I think I found something great about it, something special, but I can't explain or even comprehend it yet. It drives me so much." She reached out to touch his shoulder, but Sith immediately stepped back. "It's impossible that I brought anybody here. I don't even know where I am! How can I believe you? How can I believe anyone?" He walked past her and continued on. Julia remained shocked for a second. She watched as Sith walked away, feeling something deep within her torn. |
| Will Karelia
Nov 22 2004, 09:29 PM  |
-William Karelia, Traverse City, Earth- Will and Crystal sat on the couch together, watching little Rachel play with her toys. They were marveled at how the young girl could derive so much fun from such simple objects. Crystal spoke up. "She is so cute. You know, I really think she has your curiosity." Will was shocked. "Curiosity? What could you mean?" "Oh, you know, the way you aren't happy unless you've completely disassembled something, found out exactly how it works, then made it better." "I guess that's why I applied to Starfleet Academy. I wanted to better humanity with that ability." -Three years ago--Present Day- "You know, I still debate with myself over whether or not I should have accepted that ring. I knew you were needed in Starfleet." Will looked at the small child on the floor, and Crystal followed his gaze. "I never doubt the decision, not for a moment. I knew I would rather be with you than serve on any starship." he replied. "That's sweet, Will." "I love you, you know that? More than words can express." "I love you too." |
| Hawku Nov 24 2004, 05:33 PM |
Lieutenant Commander Rune Sith - Village Sith was now alone. He walked and walked until he came upon a strange village in the distance. When he found himself entering, he realized it was occupied by mostly Klingons. Cautiously walking through town, he found it a very primitive culture. Klingon's were everywhere minding their own business... some hammering away at blacksmith shops... some trying to sell live gogh. There were even Klingon's fighting each other in alleyways. The housing was very primitive and there didn't seem to be much technology anywhere. Sith continued walking straight until it lead him to a blacksmith shop. He walked in and found someone inside a room full of swords. There was a man in black, at the very end of the room hammering away at a bat'leth. But there was something that lead Sith to this person... a sense that made him enter this shop in the first place. The man turned around, revealing his demonic facial features. It was the Demon Wraith. "Yaaarrhhh!!!" He swung out a bat'leth right for Sith, forcing Sith to dodge back quickly. Sith stepped back grabbing a mek'leth off a nearby table and blocking another attack. "Argh!!" The Wraith hacked for Sith again and again, each hack blocked after the other. Sith then quickly hacked at the Wraith himself until they both were clashing swords. With great speed Sith clashed and dropped the Orb in order to pull a bat'leth off the wall. Sith double swung his weapons, holding the bat'leth from one end instead of the center. He forced the Wraith back until they came to a window. Sith clashed both his swords with the Wraith's sword and then forced them to the left in order to kick the Wraith in the chest and out the window. Pieces of glass shattered all over. Sith calmed his nerves and dropped the mek'leth. He went back and picked up the Orb. |
| Kaley Winters Nov 10 2004, 01:59 AM  |
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RMrulz
Nov 25 2004, 02:33 AM |
Tom Garrison - Cargo Ship Nobel "What do you mean, you can't accept delivery until tomorrow?!" Tom said to the Vulcan on the viewscreen. He was getting frustrated. "I'm sorry," the Vulcan female droned on in a monotone voice. "As I have already explained, our shipping computer has gone down and won't be fixed until tomorrow morning. We cannot process any deliveries until then, including your load of Tarkelian Tea." "Well, what the hell am I supposed to do?!" Tom was exasperated. "I have other deliveries to make, I'm supposed to be leaving Vulcan in an hour. If I wait here an entire day I'll get hopelessly behind schedule. Do you have any idea how much money I'll lose?" He glanced at Anika, she was off to the side looking miserable. This delay was not good news. The Vulcan looked off-screen for a minute, and then she nodded. She looked back to Tom. "You have always been our most reliable source and distributor, and we would be most unpleased to lose your business due to this unfortunate incident." Tom raised his eyebrows, he was surprised to hear a Vulcan say "unpleased." It sounded emotional. "To make up for this," she continued, "my employers are prepared to offer to pay for your ship to dock overnight at the Vulcan Orbital Docking Platform. You and your wife can take advantage of the time to see some of Vulcan if you wish." Tom glanced at Anika, her expression looked much happier than it had a moment ago. "Hold on a minute," he said to the Vulcan and cut off the communication. "What do you think?" "Oh, let's do it!" Anika said. "I've always wanted to see the Sandaaran Volcano, it's supposed to be breathtaking!" Tom smiled at her enthusiasm. "OK, let's do it. It could be fun!" Her excitement was spreading. He hit a button and reopened the channel. "We'll take your offer." The Vulcan nodded. "Very good. Proceed to the Docking Platform at your convenience, and transmit your transponder frequency. They'll have a spot waiting for you." Tom nodded. "Thank you. Nobel out." He sat down at the control terminal and accessed the helm controls, and tapped in a few commands that would alter the ship's orbit and bring it to the Docking Platform. While he was doing that Anika came up behind him, gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, and bounded off towards the door. "Where are you going?" he asked. "To pack!" she said with the excitement of a child. Tom smiled. |
RMrulz
Nov 25 2004, 03:20 AM |
Major Lietra Kayana - Bajor "Bajoran citizens everywhere, I present to you your Emissary." The man walked out onto the stage. There was a gasp from the audience as they recognized who it was. It was the Emissary. He reached the podium and looked out over the crowd, which was alive with commotion. The emotions seen on the faces in the crowd ranged from disbelief to hesitance to pure joy. The Emissary raised his hands above his head, and the commotion slowly died away. After a few moments it was silent in the cavernous hall. "It's good to be home," he said. At the sound of his voice, a sound nobody in this room had ever heard except for in ancient recordings almost 400 years old, it seemed like all doubt suddenly vanished. Thunderous applause broke out as the crowd rose to its feet. This was the moment that every Bajoran child dreamed about growing up over the last four centuries. Kayana stood off to the side, next to First Minister Hallan Singher. She joined in with the applause of others, and as The Emissary stood there taking in his reception she felt a tear of joy escape from her eye. Singher noticed it, and he leaned over to be close enough for her to hear him above the noise of the crowd. "Are you all right?" Kayana smiled. She wiped the tear away and nodded. "Yes, I'm fine," she said as she felt a second tear form and start its way down her cheek. "It's just that I dreamed of this moment for as long as I can remember. I always dreamed of being the one to bring the Emissary home. And now... " she trailed off for a second. "I don't know. I can't find a way to describe in words how I feel." He smiled and put his hand on her shoulder, squeezing it briefly. "Enjoy this moment, Major. It's your moment as much as it is." "Oh no," she quickly said. "This is the return of The Emissary. It's Bajor's moment." They stopped talking as the crowd finally sat back down. The Emissary began speaking about what he had learned while he was gone, the current state of the Alpha Quadrant, what he believed they should do to handle the Alliance, and a variety of other matters. Lietra paid no attention to what he was saying. She didn't care, the politics of the galaxy didn't really interest her. All she cared about was knowing all would turn out all right for Bajor now that The Emissary had returned. |
| k4m4caZ1 Nov 26 2004, 12:15 AM |
Ensign Daniel Clark – Double~Helix Bar “Hey Clark! Glad you could make it!” “What took you so long?!” “Couldn’t get all his make-up on in time, no doubt.” “That’s probably it, right Danny?” “You bet,” Clark said sarcastically sitting down at a table with 5 of his friends. “But I still beat your date Jake.” He smiled looking up at the waiter to order a drink. “Hey, she’ll be here.” “Oh sure, sure.” Clark replied, “Just like that… who was it? Cassandra? No, no, that was two weeks ago already.” He gave his friend a shot in the shoulder. “Neala, will you tell him to shut up?” “Ha, if you can’t handle him, I’m not speaking up.” “You guys ready for some food?” “Yeah, right, except we already ate!” “I’m not that late am I?” “Only by about an hour… looks like your going hungry tonight.” “That’s alright,” Neala spoke up, “he’ll get his fill tonight.” She winked at Clark and put her arm around his shoulder; followed by sneers from his friends. A young woman walked up to the table and sat happily on Jake's lap, “So, you guys ready to go?” "Whenever you are.” “Alright, you did book the holo-suit time, right?” Clark noted. “Of course! That’s why we didn’t let you book it, remember?” “Oh… right…” Clark said as he stood up, and the six of them exited the room for a night on the town… well, holo-town. |
| Hawku Nov 27 2004, 01:39 AM |
Lieutenant Commander Rune Sith - Mountains When Sith picked up his Orb, he suddenly found his location had changed. He was now on ledges on the side of the many mountains' he had seen when he first arrived in this place. It was night, and the weather still felt calm. Looking around, he was surrounded by four beings, just as before. Only this time, they felt different. "The One must not destroy the Wraith," a Ferengi, named Gao, said. "It is the female who must be targeted," Forbes, a Lethean, replied. "Who are you guys?" Sith asked. "We are the Pah," Gao answered. "The Pah'Wraith," a Nausicaan, named Krone, added. "You must destroy the Prophet," the fourth being, a Takaran, said. "Why??" Sith questioned. "She is the enemy," Forbes replied. "To destroy the Prophet is to gain knowledge," Gao said. "Knowledge gives you power," Krone continued. "You may use that power to gain more power, and then leave the Environment," Forbes finished. "I can't hurt her. She isn't a threat!" Sith tried to reason. "Looks are deceiving," the Takaran said. "She is the enemy," Krone repeated. "The enemy must be destroyed," said Forbes. "The One must help the Pah'Wraith," Gao concluded. "He is the only one that can." Sith eyed the beings around him. They were telling him the exact same thing of what the beings he'd met before were saying; only this time it was an opposite person. In an instant they were all gone in a living red mist. |
RMrulz
Nov 28 2004, 02:09 AM |
Major Lietra Kayana - Bajor Kayana was startled by a knock on her door. She stopped writing in her journal and put down her pen. It was extremely difficult to get ahold of paper these days but she preferred physically writing when it came to keeping a personal diary. She stood up and walked towards the door dressed only in her nightgown. She wondered who would be calling on her at such a late hour, especially here in the Bajoran Vedek Assembly. She had been given temporary quarters due to her role in bringing the Emissary home. She reached the door and opened it to find The Emissary standing before her. "Emissary," she said, a bit startled. "What can I do for you?" "I hope I'm not disturbing you," he said softly. She shook her head. "No, certainly not. Please come in?" She motioned into her room. The Emissary nodded and walked in through the door, which Kayana shut behind her. "What can I do for you?" she asked. He smiled. "I'm sorry for coming by at such a late hour, but I saw that your light was still on. The Vedek Assembly and Council of Ministers have kept me quite busy, and I haven't gotten a chance to talk with you." "Talk with me?" Kayana was confused. Why could the Emissary possibly want to talk to me? Surely there are more important things for him to do. "In the shuttle, on the way back to Bajor, I could feel there were so many questions you wanted to ask. Yet you were hesitant. Intimidated, perhaps," he said. "I wanted to give you a chance to ask anything you wanted, but first I want to ask you something." She nodded for him to continue, perplexed. "What made you come look for me?" Kayana didn't need to think about this one, she answered immediately. "Ever since I was a little girl I've dreamed about the day of your return. In my deepest fantasies I would imagine I was the one who went out there and brought you home. Lately, with everything that has happened with the Alliance and the Federation... I don't know. I can't explain it. The timing felt right, I felt like I had no choice but to go into the wormhole. I can't explain it any better than that." The Emissary nodded, but said nothing. He appeared deep in thought. For a few minutes they just sat there, him lost in thought and her becoming uncomfortable. Finally she broke the silence. "Emissary? What have you been doing these last 400 years? And why come back now?" He looked up, and smiled again. "There is really no way for me to explain what I've been doing except to say that I've been learning. I've learned so much, but there is still so much more to learn. That part of my task is not yet complete, and I can feel with all my heart that I will return to the Prophets to complete it." Kayana was crestfallen. Return? No, he can't do that! Bajor needs him! He must have seen her disappointment. "Don't worry, I'm not going to go back to them just yet. That brings me to your second question..." His voice trailed off. Again he sat there and appeared lost in thought. After a minute he looked up, confusion in his eyes. "Why did I come back now? To tell you the truth I don't know. I knew of your presence here in the wormhole, and I knew of the turmoil which Bajor faces. The Prophets would not advise me on what to do, they only said that I 'have learned enough to decide the action.' So I decided to come, to try and help." "I'm glad you did, Emissary. Bajor needs you, we need you know more than any time in our history since the end of the Occupation. We need your guidance, we need your link to the Prophets." The Emissary just smiled again. "I will do what I can. Bajor is a strong world, but I will do what I can to help." He stood up. "If you will excuse me, I must go." He stood up and walked towards the door. Just as he was about to leave, Kayana spoke. "Emissary?" He turned to look at her. "I'm glad you're here." "I'm glad I'm here. I've missed this world," he said. Then he left. |
RMrulz
Nov 28 2004, 02:32 AM  |
Tom Garrison - Vulcan, Sandaaran Volcano Tom and Anika stood on the rim of the Sandaaran Volcano, peering down into the boiling mass of lava below them. Even all the way up on the top of the rim, several thousand feet above the fiery inferno below them, they could feel the heat on their faces. Anika slowly turned around, gazing at her surroundings. From up here they towered over the surrounding desert and she could see for kilometers in every direction. To the east she could see the distant peaks of the Syrann Mountain range. Still turning, she could see a tiny speck on the southern horizon that was the Capitol City of Vulcan. To the West she paused her turning for a moment to lay her eyes on the massive peak which lay only a few kilometers away. Mt. Seleya, the tallest mountain on the planet, dominated the landscape around it like nothing she had ever seen. It made her current height above the desert floor look miniscule. Finally she turned back to face north again. Below her she once again saw the depths of the Sandaaran Volcano, and beyond that she could see nothing but the desert. In this direction The Forge stretched on for an unfathomable distance. She let out a sigh of content. "Oh Tom, it's beautiful." Tom wrinkled his nose. It stinks of sulfur. The two Vulcan suns are giving me a headache, not to mention a sunburn. The entire landscape looks burnt to a crisp. It's hot. It's humid. We're perched at the edge of a deadly Volcano. We're surrounded by ancient ruins that look like they might have been interesting to look at a few millenia ago, before the wind reduced them to eroded piles of junk. Every breath I take fills my lungs with sand. "Oh yes, gorgeous," he lied. Anika smiled. Tom was doing his best, but she could tell how miserable he was. She put her arm around her husband's waist and leaned against him. After a few seconds she turned and kissed him. Tom felt her body melt into his as they shared a slow, passionate kiss. Well, maybe it's not so bad... Tom thought. Anika broke the kiss and leaned back, looking at her husband with a smile. "Come on, let's take the next transport down the mountain. I'm hungry, we need to find some lunch." At the mention of lunch Tom perked right up. Anika noticed the change that came over him and quietly chuckled to herself. The two walked hand-in-hand back to where the tourist transport would pick them up and bring them down the mountain. |
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Jake Nov 28 2004, 05:36 AM  |
Commander Tanik - House, Imperial City, Romulus "Tanik? Is that really you?" a female voice breathed behind him. A slender hand took ahold of his right shoulder and turned him around. Tanik did not say a word. His deep-set eyes scanned her over and over, and then once more. His facial expression betrayed a multitude of emotions, some which normally are not possible to convey at the same time. He was afraid to touch her or respond to her, out of a fear that she would disappear into thin air. She looked Tanik over head to toe. "Is that a Starfleet uniform? Yes, yes I'm quite certain of it... Tanik? Do you understand me? It's me, Rhiana." Tears filled Tanik's eyes. Against his better judgement, which suggested that this wasn't real, he let them slip down. "I understand you. Are you real?" Also against his better judgement, he took the chance and grasped Rhiana's hand. The warmth coming from her hand was more reassuring to him than anything he had experienced in his life. Rhiana appeared emotionally shaken as well. "Yes, I'm real! Are you?!" Tanik attempted to cover his joy with gruffness. "Yes, of course I'm real - I'm standing here, aren't I?" He then, with great speed and power, embraced her. She embraced back with all her might. She looked into Tanik's eyes. "How did you find me, after all this time?" Tanik conveyed his puzzlement concisely. "I have no idea - it's however I got here, wherever here is... How did you get here? Where have you been for the past 16 years?" Rhiana bit her lip. "I don't know how I got here, either. I remember that I was in the Tal Shiar building. Jarek was pointing a phaser at me... He fired. The next thing I knew, I was here. I began to believe I was dead." Tanik was trying to take all this in at a breakneck pace. "Well, I'm damn sure I'm not dead, so I don't think this is the afterlife. That must also mean you're alive." Suddenly, something that Rhiana said hit Tanik like a ton of bricks. "Wait a minute... Who did you say was pointing a phaser at you?" Rhiana sniffled as tears streamed down her cheeks. "Jarek was trying to kill me." Tanik could barely stand after hearing this. Jarek was his best friend and superior officer while at the Tal Shiar. The week long hole in his memory from all those years ago was begiining to be filled in. Jarek attempted to kill Rhiana... That's why he was being an ass to me afterward, and that must be the incident that forced both of us to resign from the Tal Shiar. But there's so much missing... Rhiana seemed to have noticed Tanik's uneasy stance. "Bed?" She asked breathlessly. Tanik raised his eyebrow. "Indeed, we have alot of catching up to do," he whispered. Unwilling to let go, they remained embraced and shuffled sideways into the bedroom. |
| Hawku Nov 28 2004, 10:14 AM |
Lieutenant Commander Rune Sith - Desert Planet He had made his way down the mountains and continued walking the desert. Feeling told him that the only way out of this nightmare was across the Desert. Was there going to be some kind of portal there? He wasn't sure. But instincts are all he could really trust. Walking and walking, his body began to tire. His muscles ached, and sweat poured down from his forehead to his chin. But he knew he had to go on. It was all he believed in. "Sith!" From behind, Julia came running in the distance. When she arrived, she panted almost out of breath. "How did you find me?" Sith asked. She stood up straight, "You can sense real people in this place. Besides, I'm not going to give up on you." Sith then just continued walking. "Is that so?" "It is, Sith," she began. "Don't you know remember anything?" She kept up walking. "You are Lieutenant Rune Sith of the Federation Starbase 001; Deputy Chief of Security. You have a best friend, a spider-android, named Zeta!" "Doesn't ring a bell," Sith just walked. Julia thought for a second, "You had an obsession... with the Alliance! They hurt you in the past... your friends, your family. They forced you into an angry fight-driven lifestyle." "I doubt that." She began to feel bad, "What about me? I was a descended Prophet and you helped me understand this level of existence. I was just at war before I met you. You showed me there was more..." Sith stopped walking and sighed. He looked at her and decided to talk. "Alright," they started walking again. "Then tell me what is this Environment? Is it real? A projection?" "It's real and at the same time it's not. You see, you control it. You can experience anything you want in it." "Can I leave it?" "Normally, by your own will. But as I said before, you're being kept between two realms... reality and this place." Sith looked down, "...And that's because of this Orb." "Exactly." "And where did this Orb come from??" "Don't you know? That's an Orb of the Prophets. There are 10 all together. You know, like the Orb of Contemplation, the Orb of Wisdom, the Orb of Time-- At one time, many Centuries ago, they were kept safe in holy cases or compartments... but one day, a day of reckoning that happened not too long after for both Prophet and Pah'Wraith, forced us to incase the Orbs in impenetrable almost-glass-like balls." Sith examined it in curiosity and awe. He noticed the spinning spool of particles inside. "I don't know how you got your hands on one," Julia continued. "But it must be fate." Sith nodded, and began to understand, "And like you said, those Orbs each have special powers... So this one must have summoning powers." "Right. But sometimes you don't know who you're summoning. The Prophets choose for you." Sith stopped, "Then they really are using me... They want me to fight their war." "Have they spoken to you? Oh Sith, that is rare for any mortal. They must be able to communicate through the Environment somehow. But why haven't they spoken to me??" "Good question. Maybe there's something untrusting about you," he glanced at her. "If they're using me, then how do I know you're not just trying to get close to me for your own purposes? How do I know you won't try to kill me when my guard is down?" "It's not true---!" She reached over, but Sith held the Orb close to him and stepped away quickly. "Stay back!" Sith said. "You know for a fact I haven't chosen sides; and at the chance I don't choose yours, you want me at my weakest so that I'm an easy target." "Please Sith---!" "This is all just a petty war... between two non-corporeal races. Both would do anything to hurt the other; even trap us all in this place." "It wasn't their intention. They don't know why you're here!" She tried reach over again, but Sith pulled away. "Stay back!" "Yes, stay back indeed..." a dark voice misted in from behind. They turned to see the Wraith. He held a modified bat'leth with him, and an evil grin on his face. |
| Captain Archer
Nov 29 2004, 07:26 PM  |
Michael Larkin-Starfleet Headquarters “Dad this really isn’t necessary.” Michael was becoming a bit annoyed at the fact that his father had decided to show him off to all of his colleagues. He is just proud of you, it could be worse. “…and this is Admiral T’Lara, Admiral this is my son Michael.” The Vulcan put up his right hand in the traditional Vulcan greeting “Welcome to Starfleet Headquarters Michael.” Michael returned the greeting and thanked him. Michael followed his father out onto the courtyard where they made their way towards the Ambassador Corps Headquarters where his fathered had invited him for lunch. Michael and his father arrived at his front entrance to Headquarters where they both were granted access and made their way to one of the busier restaurants that had been established inside the enormous building. They placed their orders and took their seats. “Dad, I’ve got some questions to ask you.” His father nodded his head “Go ahead Michael, what is it.” Michael fiddled with a napkin that was lying on the table. “If I told you that I wasn’t going to go through with joining Starfleet would you be terribly disappointed?” Michael saw his father’s reaction right away, “It’s just that I’m happy running cargo, I have a good ship and a good crew. I run on pretty much my own schedule, and I’ve experienced things that most Starfleet officers wouldn’t see during their entire run of duty.” His father sat there a moment, “Michael I’d be lying if I told you I was happy with it, but if it makes you happy, I don’t care what you do as long as it makes you happy…short of being an member of the JAG office of course.” Michael and his father both laughed. “Seriously, if it makes you happy the do it, life’s too short to waste doing something you hate.” The waiter brought their food and sat it in front of them. When the plate was sat in front of him, Michael felt a little light headed, he looked up, and the waiter had tuned into a familiar looking Bolian “Anything else Ambassador?” The man was not refereeing to his father though. Michael felt dizzy once again and he felt a hand on his shoulder. “Michael are you okay.” He looked in the direction of where his father was sitting, he looked back up and the waiter was once again a human. “I’m…I’m not feeling to well, I think I’m going to go back to the house.” Michael stood and made his way to the bank of transporters at the end of the complex. Where have I seen that Bolian before. Michael wondered to himself |
Ulli
Nov 30 2004, 08:01 PM |
Ambassidor Yasha Lauren "I don't believe it." The beautiful orange and red strings of energy of the nexus moved like giant tenticles, stretching out from the earth like a trapped parasite searching for an escape. =/\= "I'm getting a hail... it's from the Enterprise." =/\= =/\= "Well answer it, fool!" =/\= =/\= "This is Captain Maxwell Sumit of the USS Enterprise hailing all ships in the vicinity. We cannot hail Starfleet Command. What is the situation?" =/\= After a lot of answers at once started being shouted out over the channel from federation and civilian ships alike, Captain Mars somehow finally overpowered them, and everyone else stopped. =/\= "Captain Sumit, this is Captain Mars, of the Federation Fighter Squad-- ah hell with it; This is Captain Mars. You cannot reach Starfleet Command because the planet is engulfed in a Nexus class Anomaly. No strategic action has yet been taken." =/\= =/\= "Thank you. Stand by, Captain." =/\= A short pause, obviously to consider the next course of action. =/\= "This is Captain Lee of the USS Warhammer. Captain Mars speaks out of turn. I have taken command of the fleet. I suggest we--" =/\= =/\= "Captain Lee, may I ask what fleet you have taken command of?" =/\= Yasha looked out of her window at the hundred or so motionless vessles all floating about in space, and grined to herself. An oprotunity if ever she saw one. Captain Lee gave no reply. Sumit continued, =/\= "Admiral Joan McGee is on board, and she is in command. I have sent out coordinates for a randevous point. We will set up a temporary Headquarters at Jupitor Station. Sumit out." =/\= Yasha took this time to finally speak. =/\= "Captain Sumit, this is Ambassidor Yasha Lauren of the Romulan Star Empire." She placed emphesis on 'Romulan'. "I was to meet with your Admiral Garrison today to discuss urgent matters on Romulus. May I request the meeting be held with Admiral McGee instead?" =/\= =/\= "Affirmative. We are aware of your scheduled arrival. Procede under escort to Jupiter Station, and accomidations will be made." =/\= =/\= "Thank you, Captain. Lauren out." =/\= The closer they got to Jupiter Station, the more ships they saw heading to the same destination. There were a few hundred of them. Mostly civilian cargo ships and Starfleet patrol ships. Even the SS Galore was there; the famous immense vacation cruise ship. Finally they arrived at Jupiter Station, with the Enterprise already docked. |
