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Post by Jonathan Kirk on Oct 18, 2005 12:54:31 GMT -5
Kirk sat back in the visitor’s chair and ran his right pointer finger around the brim of the coffee cup. He had waited for a moment to gauge the doctors response before he decided to proceed any further. Doctor Jones sat in her chair with a ora of confidence as she was waiting for the Captain to speak up first.
“Have you gotten a chance to look at my file?” Kirk asked being more serious.
“I briefly looked at everybody’s files on the way here.” Rhea replied.
“Good. As I said before you were highly recommended by Starfleet, and that speaks volumes with me,” Kirk said taking a drink of his coffee, “I came here to talk to you about the Metrons.”
“What about them?” Rhea asked.
“As you may or may not know, the Federation is sending peace talkers this way to make our currently loose friendship into a more solid and stable one. If the Metrons agree to the terms that the Federation is going to set forth, I would like you to work closely with Dr. Fenel, the stations Chief Medical Officer, to find a way to possibly treat those people exposed to the low doses of Thalaron radiation.”
Watching the doctor, Kirk could see that she was in a bit of shock after receiving such a high request.
“This is not going to be an easy task. The Metrons need to first agree to let Federation doctors perform scans on a healthy Metron, then there is the issue of letting us beam up one of the sick to then perform scans on them. If everything goes well we should have a very interesting looking in the biological evolution of the Metrons.”
"Yes that is going to be very interesting." Rhea said sounding distant.
"Glad to hear it," Kirk said getting up out of the chair, "I must finish my rounds, but when the times comes I would like to talk to you about this."
Kirk began walking away when he finally remembered thing he had been meaning to ask his entire crew. Kirk quickly stuck his head back through the enterence to the doctors office.
"Do you play baseball?" Kirk asked.
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Post by Ko'Vor on Oct 19, 2005 9:50:33 GMT -5
Ko'Vor now had the duty of finding a new FO for himself on his new ship. his previous one had been promoted to captain and controlled his own ship now, the first of hopefully a strong fleet in the future.
Ko'Vor looked through his previous manifest of officers. his 3rd commander was promising but he didn’t trust him enough yet. instead Ko'vor went into the manifests of the second Assin fleet commanded by his brother.
One officer, a woman, under the name of Metta Assin (his third cousin on his fathers side) looked very promising, she had a god battle history, a good reference from his brother and a proven ability to command. It was unusual for a general to choose a woman FO but Ko'Vor felt that she was a good pick. He sent off a message to her requesting her transfer and awaited a reply.
Meanwhile he was trying to arrange a meeting with a federation consult so he could be de-briefed on his actions whilst on DSB and discuss his future and whether he would again return there. he was in contact with an ambassador to Starfleet and recently told there would be a liaison sent within the month, but with the metron talks there isn’t much time to do anything else at the moment.
ko'Vor also found out that the klingons were now interested in further talks with them, something more than 'we will not fire if you don’t' and more in the area of 'lets join forces and work together for a better future for both out empires'. Ko'Vor found this proposal intriguing and hoped he could get involved as ideas commenced.
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Post by Katie Anderson on Oct 19, 2005 15:00:59 GMT -5
Katie had spent her day off roaming around the new station. As she walked around she couldn't help but notice how massive it was. At one point during her roam she became lost and had to ask the computer for directions back to her quarters.
During the course of her day she found her way to the promenade where she happened to run into Commander Smith. It seemed he was hard at work checking and rechecking the repairs to the ship so Katie didn't bother to chat very long with him.
Katie found comfort in watching the people of the station go about their lives as if nothing had happened to almost destroy this station a few days ago. It seemed that living on the edge was standard practice for these people, something Katie knew she would have to get used to.
After several hours of constant wondering Katie finally made it back to her quarters again to change for the nights events. Just before Commander Smith excused himself to go back to work he invited Katie and the rest of the staff out for each of them to get to know each other. Katie felt a bit out of place since she was the lowest ranking staff member.
Throwing her jacket off Katie pulled out her uniform and laid it on the the bed next to a casual red dress she had thought about wearing tonight.
"Uniform or little red dress?" Katie said out loud.
Katie stood over the two outfits she had laid out on the bed and wondered which would be best, she feared that she would be the only one in casual clothes if she wore the red dress. She also feared she would be the only one in uniform if she wore her uniform. Katie scratched the back of her head and stomped her right foot into the carpet once.
"Computer, open a channel with Commander Smith."
Channel open
"Ensign Anderson to Commander Smith."
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"Commander, is this going to be a very casual event or just a casual event?"
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"Thanks for letting me know. I will be there shortly."
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Rhea Jones
Lt. Commander
Fortune Favours the Brave
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Post by Rhea Jones on Oct 19, 2005 16:35:39 GMT -5
“Baseball?” Rhea repeated. “Uh, I cant say I’ve ever played no.” She told the Captain regretfully as she stood up politely. His expectant expression changed to one of mild disappointment.
“Shame, you should try it sometime.” He said with a smile.
“Is that a proposition?” Rhea asked him teasingly.
“It might be. If you take me up on it.” He retorted in a similar manner. On that note he ended the light hearted conversation and took his leave of the station sickbay.
Alone in the miniature office Rhea finished her coffee before returning to her work. As she sat, she absentmindedly ran her fingers down the left hand side of her face. It still amazed her that although with her hand she could feel the breaks and crevices left in her skin by the scars, but on her cheek she could sense no touch at all. So far no-one had mentioned anything about it to her, but they could hardly have gone without noticing. The plasma explosion had left irreversible scarring that spanned her left cheek, jaw, neck and shoulder.
Sighing the doctor replaced her coffee cup on the table and took her leave of the office. The computer had completed the diagnostic she had set it and was happily bleeping at her. She had been leaning over the analysis data for a little under half an hour when she heard someone enter the room behind her. Immediately her thoughts jumped to Ripper, but looking round her eyes fell upon the stations chief medical officer.
“Hey.” She said welcomingly.
“Hey” the doctor replied. “How’s it all going on this end?” she asked.
“Not too bad. I’ve completed the blood tests you asked for.” Rhea replied with a hint of triumph. Fenel smiled and approached so that she was standing over the other doctors shoulder.
“Biosynthesis of a replacement plasma is going to be more tricky than we thought.” Rhea continued, “His rare blood disease means that he does not have the capacity to hold the correct protein concentration needed for coagulation, but I think I’m just about there.”
“That’s great.” Fenel replied enthusiastically, “I was hoping you would come up with something for me. Well if you send this information to my techs they should be able to work on the replacement serum.”
“Brilliant. Job done then.” Rhea decided, leaning back on her stool. “Are you going to the bar this evening with the others? Commander Smith invited me but I’m not sure I want to go.”
“I’m not sure. I did hear mention of a gathering, but I thought it was more of a Darkhawk thing.” She said ruefully. That did not help Rhea very much right now. She would have rather gone along with someone she knew at her side, but nonetheless, she would probably appear rude if she didn’t show up and it would be a good opportunity to meet the rest of the crew. The two doctors parted ways and Rhea headed to her quarters. Unsurprisingly her small and fast moving eight year old was whizzing around the room chasing a small furry object.
“Would you leave that poor cat alone.” She scolded him as she dumped her white coat on the bed and sat herself next to it. Joe came to a halt next to the bedroom door.
“Are you going out with Commander Smith tonight?” He asked with a cheeky smile.
“I haven’t decided yet. And how the hell do you know about that?” The doctor asked her interfering child. If he carried on this way he was going to know more about her life than she did.
“I was talking to some girls in the officers club.” He said before disappearing after the cat once more. Rhea shook her head. If he was this much of a handful at eight, god knows what he would be like in his teenage years. Hopefully he would be back in the capable hands of his father by then. On the plus side he didn’t seem to mind that the first officer of the Darkhawk had invited her out for drinks. Not that it was anything near as deep as that, it was a simple gathering between the members of the Darkhawk crew, but nonetheless it was good to know he approved. The next problem was going to be what she should wear.
Little black number if you ask me. Rhea paused momentarily on her search through the wardrobe.
“Well nobody did ask you.” She replied to Ripper. “If you have to speak please say something productive.”
Alright. So what are you thinking. Casual or catchy? He inquired interestedly, stepping out of the corner and walking into full view. Rhea scanned the thin line of clothes adorning her wardrobe. There was not a lot to choose from.
“Not too casual, but not uniform or anything like that.” She decided.
Ripper agreed. I think the Commander will prefer the black myself. he predicted with a glint in his eye. It was no use hiding what she felt from him; he lived inside her own head, and was closer to her feelings than anyone else. She supposed he was right anyway, she always felt more comfortable in black. She thought that after she became a mother her opinions would have shifted somewhat, but the black look from her younger days seemed to have stuck with her.
“Alright, black it is then, but not the dress...” She decided, picking out the clothes and laying them on the bed. “I hope this is a good idea.”
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Scott McLean
Lt. Commander
If it ain't broke, don't fix it
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Post by Scott McLean on Oct 20, 2005 4:11:02 GMT -5
"Just where do you think your going?" Stephanie inquired in a stern voice.
"I was going to go out for a drink with my cremates. Commander Smith sent the crew invitations." McLean replied.
"So you were going to just leave me here?"
"Of course not my love, your more than welcome to come. I just did not want to bother you with going out since you just got here." McLean said trying to smooth things over.
McLean watched as his wife stood in the doorway to their bedroom, she is acting like a typical women, McLean thought to himself, always wanting to tag along. It was no secret to McLean's close friends back on Earth that his marriage with Stephanie was on the rocks at the moment. Things got really out of hand when McLean volunteered to become the Darkhawk's Chief Engineer and be stationed in the Beta Quadrant. McLean told Stephanie he did not think she could come, but she insisted on keeping the family together.
After a moment of staring McLean finally said, "Are you going to come or not?"
"Do not take that tone with me Scott!" Stephanie fired back.
McLean threw his hands up, looking at the ceiling he mumbled something before he stormed out of his quarters. Walking into the hall way McLean punched a wall console next to the door of his quarters, sending large cracks through out the face of the LCD panel.
"I'll replace it tomorrow." He mumbled to himself as he walked down the hall, his hands dripping blood on the floor from small cuts in his knuckles.
After a few minutes McLean found his way to the bar where Commander Smith said everybody was going to meet. Walking in he went straight to the bar to get himself a drink.
"Give me a pint of the dark stuff landlord." McLean said.
Seconds later the bartender handed McLean a large glass of a black ale, McLean was going to ask what it was but it did not really matter to him. Taking a rather large drink McLean nodded his head to the bartender and raise his glass in honor of the good man for selecting the fine beverage.
McLean walked over to where Commander Smith was sitting, it appeared to McLean he was the first crew member to show up.
"Good evening Commander." McLean said taking a seat across from Smith.
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Post by Lorian Smith on Oct 20, 2005 16:08:24 GMT -5
"Ensign Anderson to Commander Smith.""Commander Smith here, go ahead ensign" "Commander, is this going to be a very casual event or just a casual event?""I would have to say a casual event, Ensign, I don't want anyone to come to bar in thier pj's" "Thanks for letting me know. I will be there shortly." Lorian had to laugh at his own bad joke, yes it was bad, but he didn't care. If he could laugh he would especially at this time in his life. "Good evening Commander." McLean said taking a seat across from Smith. Lorian had to remember who was talking to him at first, but he quickly remembered and extended his hand in greeting. "How are you doing Commander?" Lorian said. <Tag McClean> "I'm glad to see you, I have called all the Darkhawk officer's for a get together and I would like for you to be hear as well, even though you have been spending more time on the base," Lorian said in a joking manner. <Tag McClean> Off: Okay got to ask, but when are we going to start our next offical mission. I'm kind of itching for it.
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Rhea Jones
Lt. Commander
Fortune Favours the Brave
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Post by Rhea Jones on Oct 20, 2005 17:24:32 GMT -5
Taking a deep breath seemed to make little difference to the anxiety that felt as though it were punching Rhea in the stomach. The room on the other side of the door was not as well lit as the military style corridor, which made it all the more terrifying. She would not normally have been nervous at a time like this, but her career change to the Darkhawk was a little more than simple reassignment, this was her first real front line position since the accident on board the USS Nova. Plastering a smile on her face Rhea stepped into the room. Until about a year ago she had always worn her hair down, to cover the crimson scars spanning her cheek, but tonight it was strung into a high ponytail.
Once inside the confidence in her step wavered as heads turned to look at her. She always wondered if it was because of her stunning looks and presence, but somehow she figured it was more to do with her mismatched facial features. After a few moments she spotted the Commander sat at a round table opposite another young man. She looked over keenly and tried to attract his attention. It took him a few moments to recognize her without the white coat. He stood up politely and invited her over to the table.
“Hello doctor. Nice of you to join us.” He said with a huge smile. “This is Scott McLean, the Chief engineer of our fine vessel. Scott, Rhea Jones, our new chief medical officer.” He explained. McLean stood up and offered his hand.
“Nice to meet you Rhea.” He said, with an equally enthusiastic smile.
“Please, sit.” Lorian said, offering her the chair between them. “I’ll get you a drink.” He added, leaping up and heading for the bar. Sparing a quick glance behind her, Rhea took the chair, thinking that it may have been easier if there were more crewmembers present. A few moments passed in awkward silence. As Lorian made his way back Rhea thought she had better make the effort.
“I thought I was going to be late.” She said conversationally. “I had to take Joe to his fathers personally as I didn’t trust the little devil to go on his own…” She explained, wondering if the others were at all interested.
“Oh you’ve got kids too?” Scott chipped in with a friendly smile.
“Just the one. He’s a bloody nuisance though.” Rhea added with a roll of her eyes.
“Aren’t they all?” Scott answered ruefully taking a sip of his drink.
“It would seem so.” The doctor said, eyeing the split skin on the knuckles of his hand. If the engineer noticed, he did not heed it enough to mention it. Perhaps it was just her instincts as a physician kicking in. She supposed it would normally have gone unnoticed, but she had been in the business far too long to overlook such things.
Lorian rekindled the conversation he had caught the end of as he placed a down the doctors drink.
“Well I think he’s a great kid. In ten years time he’ll make a talented officer.”
“How old is he?” Scott asked before Rhea could have her say.
“Seven. No, eight.” She answered, noticing the gleam in Lorian’s eye as yet again she forgot that another year had passed since her son had last been with her. “And yours?”
“Vanessa is eight aswell, so they will probably be seeing quite a bit of one another. My Son Andy is twelve.” He told her with a proud smile.
“It’ll be nice if they get along.” Rhea agreed. “It’s going to be very different having a kid along thought. Joe has never been on a Starship before, and for some reason the idea suddenly appealed to him.”
“Is that because of his father?” Lorian asked, waiting for a gap in the conversation.
“I think so, although I wouldn’t like to air that accusation in front of him. Charlie and I have a lot of dirty laundry that hopefully I can leave behind.” She said, wondering with a pang of warmth why the Commander was asking about her ex fiancé. However she did not get the chance to continue looking into it, as another young woman arrived at the table. Lorian and Scott got to their feet once more in welcome and this time Scott went to fetch her a drink. In the meantime, Lorian handled the ladies introductions.
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Daya
Lt. Commander
Dont make me hurt you, no wait, please do
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Post by Daya on Oct 20, 2005 19:33:21 GMT -5
OFF: i dont know if i have a bio on or not, i will have to check that after i post.
on:
Daya got up off the biobed on the station and left the infirmary. He went back to his room to change, and saw a PADD on his bed, telling him of the events for the day.
"great, a social visit" he said sarcasticly.
He quickly change his shirt to a tight black t-shirt, which showed off his semi muscular build. He left his quarters and went to find the others. He arrived shortly and walked in, looking for someone he knew.
the only person he had met was Lorain Smith, the XO of the station. Even then he had nevver actually met the man, more saw him and Kirk "exchanging" words.
He made his way over, and spotted a young lady at the table, he stopped a momentarily and stared at her. 'wow' he thought to himself as he slowly continued his approach of the table.
He stopped just short of the table and stood at ease, waiting.
"Ah, Commander, please sit down" he heard Lorian say, as he spread an arm out to a chair next to the girl. "This is Lt. Commander McLean, engineering. And your new CMO, LT. Commander Rhea Jones." Daya nodded at the two and sat down. " Hello, LT. COmmander Daya, Secuirty for the Darkhawk"
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Fenel
Lieutenant J.G.
"'Grown people didn't mind it, but it most always made the children cry." Mark Twain
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Post by Fenel on Oct 21, 2005 0:48:47 GMT -5
As Lieutneant Daya left Fenel heard Willow click her tounge, she sounded annoyed. "You shouldn't have done that, Why not do the physical and sned the results to Rhea, she just got here and she'd probably really busy."
Fenel sighed. 'Normally I would but..." she jerked her head toward where the Intelligence Commander was bent over a consol and lowerd her voice "Big Brother is watching"
"Big brother?" Willow asked.
"Ancient earth term it means that someone in authority is watching you. My room mate from the Academy was a history freak." Fenel replied, still in a low voice.
"Why is he watching you anyway?" Willow asked as she pretended to be busy by adjusting the biobed.
"I haven't got a clue, It could be Admiral Benedict." Fenel replied as she looked over the results of a couple blood tests, she needed to send these to Rhea.
Willow looked over at the PADD in Fenel's hands "Admiral Benedict, the name rings a bell but..."
Fenel put the Padd down and headed over to another consol on the opposite side of the Infirmary "An old nemesis from the Acadmey, he's the reason I started several years later then I wanted to, and why I'm here. Ikar said that there had been a turn over in the Intelligence sector, I wouldn't be surprised if Benedict is now in charge. Although that wouldn't explain why they've relieved the Captain of duty."
Willow ghasped "Caspian's been relieved! This must be seriose. did they tel you anything."
"He's not at liberty to say." Fenel replied. "I've been working strait for the past ten hours, would you be alright if I took a break?"
"Of course, why are you even asking, it's your sickbay." Willow laughed.
"Maybe, but you've been here a lot longer then me. Maybe I'll check on the Captain, he might be able to shed some light on all of this."
~~~~~~~~ Fenel took a break in the hoosuite playing an old earth game with the Captain of the DarkHawk, Baseball. Her old room mate would have been in her element.
She then went to the DarkHawk to trade some medical info with the ship's new CMO. Rhea was a very attractive terren female and Fenel felt instintly bonded to her, both it seemed had been disfigured by plasma, however unlike Fenel Rhea had not masked her scars through plastic surgery. of course Fenel's had been so seriose she, or rather her parents, didn't have a choice.
Feneldecided to locate the Captain before retiring to her quarters and getting some real rest. "Computer locate Captain Malachi"
=A= Captain Malachi is in his quarters =A=
Fenel had to check a map to find the Captain's quarters, the station was like one massive maze to her and she wasn't sure if that would ever change."
She chimmed the Captain's door and waited, wondering if he would even be in the mood to talk, they had after all only met formally.
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Post by Ko'Vor on Oct 21, 2005 10:00:50 GMT -5
'General, have you got a first officer yet? you will need one if you want to take up this mission' 'I understand that sir, i have made enquiries into one I like the look of. but I haven’t received a reply yet. how long do i have?' Ko'Vor asked
'Another 2 days before the mission goes to someone else' the klingon said before walking off.
Usually Ko'Vor wouldn’t not rush around for trivial missions, but this one interested him greatly. it was handed to him last night. And since then he has wanted to get underway. not only for the mission, but also for the chance to test out his new ship. His FO was the only thing holding him up.
I guess i will have to go personally Ko'Vor suspected. so he left his office and caught a transport to the shipyard his FO was supposed to be at, reviewing a new upgrade instalment for birds of prey.
'Hello Metta.' Ko'vor said. 'Ko'Vor! hello! i apologise for not getting back to you, i wanted to finish this upgrade first.
'That’s quite alright, but I think I may have something that will rush your decision.' Ko'vore put his hand on her back and moved her to one side, lowering his voice he continued. 'This pad I got last night. they have found another of the ships, and this one is more intact. where as we could only get weapons last time this time we may be able to improve defences. or maybe more. Now tell me that’s not worth coming early for?'
Metta looked excited, and snatching the pad read it over.... 'This one is much bigger' she muttered. 'the shape is that of the last one, just...bigger!'
'exactly. now will you join me?' Ko'Vor asked. 'Haha of course. i would be...honoured'.
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Scott McLean
Lt. Commander
If it ain't broke, don't fix it
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Post by Scott McLean on Oct 21, 2005 12:06:56 GMT -5
"How are you doing Commander?" Lorian said.
"I have been better Commander," McLean said taking another large drink from his ale, "I have been better."
"I'm glad to see you, I have called all the Darkhawk officer's for a get together and I would like for you to be hear as well, even though you have been spending more time on the base," Lorian said in a joking manner.
McLean chuckled, it was true. He had spent more man hours wrenching on this station than he did working on the ship he was originally assigned to.
While deep in thought McLean's attention turned quickly to a young women who just entered the bar. He had never seen her before and he could not stop looking at her. McLean smiled and nudged Commander Smith in the arm.
"Would you get a look at her." McLean said still looking at the woman.
McLean watched as Commander Smith introduced the two of them, instantly McLean guy felt like it fad fallen off a space station. He felt stupid, and his latest fight with his wife did not help out the situation.
The conversation became much more interesting as Rhea began to talk about her son. McLean started to lighten up as the talk of children soothed the bad attitude that resided with in him. At one point during the conversation McLean caught Rhea looking at the fresh cuts on his right hand. Feeling guilty about his actions earlier McLean tried to quickly block the view the doctor had of his hand.
McLean reconized a gentleman who walked into the bar, he was wearing a black form fitting shirt that showed off his muscles. McLean knew he was from the Darkhawk but could not place the face with a name. As he walked up he introduced himself to the group.
As the conversation continued McLean found himself looking over the doctor on more than once occasion. Your married, he scolded himself. Just as he forced himself to stop looking in the direction of Rhea a younger women came walking through the door, McLean turned back to look at Smith, hoping she would be joining the group. Your married!
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Post by Jonathan Kirk on Oct 21, 2005 13:29:29 GMT -5
Kirk had spent the last hours of the day in his office on board the Darkhawk. Although Kirk had a small office on the Command Deck of DSB Kirk never felt like it was his place.
It seemed that Starfleet was already in for change out here in the Beta quadrant. Just hours earlier Kirk had received new orders for the crew. The more he read about the orders the more he did not like them. The orders read 'Top Secret' and came straight from Starfleet Command, he would have to wait until the staff meeting tomorrow to inform the crew of the changes going to be made around the station and the ship.
"Computer save files, security settings Kirk, Omega, One."
Files saved.
Kirk was in no mood to go change clothes so he left his ready room on a dead course for the bar. After a long day of reading reports he needed a drink. Kirk took his time getting to the bar, he took in the sites and sounds of the area. Several people nodded as Kirk walked through the crowds, some of them simple said, "Sir." and carried on their way.
"Good evening Captain." The doorman to the bar said.
"Good evening." Kirk replied.
"Your crew is waiting for you inside."
"Thank you." Kirk said walking inside the bar.
He had been told this place had a strict dress code of no Federation uniforms, but being a Captain, and the second in command of the station had it perks. Walking into the bar everybody seemed to turn at once, noticing Kirk in his uniform, one man was posed to speak up, but he was quickly convinced by his drinking partner not to say anything. Kirk quickly adjusted his jack and continued on through the bar until he spotted his crew in the back lounge.
"Good evening everybody," Kirk said to his crew as he entered the lounge, "Sorry I am late."
<Tag crew>
Kirk finished up his personal introductions then headed to the bar to grab himself a cold one. The bartender seemed a bit confused when Kirk asked simply for a beer, it seemed that Ferengi's were not very well versed in old Earth drinks.
"How about a nice glass of Romulan Ale?" The Ferengi asked.
"Sounds fine." Kirk replied.
What Kirk really wanted was a nice cold beer, Romulan Ale was on the boarder of bring to harsh of a drink for Kirk to fully enjoy. Kirk threw down two strips of latinum onto the table, just as the Ferengi placed his hand over the latinum Kirk grabbed his wrist "Can you arrange to have an old Earth beer shipped out here?"
"I can get anything for the right price." Replied the Ferengi.
"Glad to hear it." Kirk said letting go of the Ferengi's wrist.
Kirk sat down next to his long time friend Daya. The two men performed a quick glass tapping routine they had created back at the Academy before they took the first drink.
"How are you feeling Daya? I almost started to get worried about you when you spent so long in sickbay." Kirk said with a smile.
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Daya
Lt. Commander
Dont make me hurt you, no wait, please do
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Post by Daya on Oct 21, 2005 14:46:24 GMT -5
Kirk sat down next to his long time friend Daya. The two men performed a quick glass tapping routine they had created back at the Academy before they took the first drink.
"How are you feeling Daya? I almost started to get worried about you when you spent so long in sickbay." Kirk said with a smile.
"well, at least i wasnt in there more than once for different reasons, getting blown up, getting shot, breaking a rib, i think that was about it" Daya said smiling back. taking another drink, he looked at Kirk in his uniform.
"ya know, your not supposed to wear to uniforms in here, kinda clashes with EVERYTHING" he said with a grin on his face.
"Well, what can i say. I'm the captain, and i was tired" Kirk said in response. Daya just shook his head and took another drink of blood wine.
Daya looked at the others at the and quickly told them aobut him and Kirk. " as you probably guessed, we went to Academy together, and have only recently been station together once more"
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Post by Katie Anderson on Oct 21, 2005 17:29:52 GMT -5
Katie was happy she get her answer from Commander Smith.
"Little red dress it is." Katie said out loud.
Katie had gotten this little dress just after she graduated from the academy and she never had a chance to wear it once. The dress was going on a year old and Katie still thought it was one of the cutest piece of clothing she owned.
Slipping on her shoes she looked over herself in the mirror to make sure everything looked good. Feeling satisfied she left and headed off to the bar. Minutes later she walked into the bar and found several people had already arrived. Commander Smith was the first one to stand up and greet her when she walked in.
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Post by fleshandblood100 on Oct 22, 2005 13:39:07 GMT -5
'Haha of course. i would be...honoured'.
quickly going to her quarters Metta gathered a few of her things. only her essentials, which of course included a batleth and a disruptor.
then rushing off she grabbed the transport with Ko'Vor back to his ship and soon was aboard the vestal.
Entering the Bridge she took a moment to look around. it was much smoother and lighter than normal klingon ships would be. it was a nice change, but looked less warrior themed than she was used to. Some officers were already at there posts. also eager to get underway.
Following her in was Ko'Vor, 'General, shall we set off?' Metta said throwing a fist into the air out of excitement.
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'thank you General... Navigator, you heard the general. Engage.'
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