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Post by Jonathan Kirk on Oct 23, 2005 13:23:09 GMT -5
0600, Stardate 2392.1023
Kirk awakes to the sound of his alarm going off next to his head on a near by night stand. Sitting up he pulls out the regeneration node from his ocular implant. Getting out of bed Kirk began to walk around his bed blindly in the darkness. Before long Kirk stumbles over a few small objects sitting in the middle of his room.
“Lights.” Kirk orders.
The computer instantly brings the light levels back up to the Federation standard illumination. Walking through the doorway from his bedroom into the front room Kirk noticed the rays of light coming through the window. At this moment DSB was in open view of the Metron’s home world and the star that supplied life to the planet. Walking over to the window Kirk took a second to look at the planet outside his window. It’s beautiful, Kirk thought as he pulled himself away from the window spotting a new message on his wall console.
Sitting down on a small couch in front of the wall console Kirk activated the Priority One message from a small console on the table in front of him. After a few seconds a new image appeared and Kirk was face to face with the Intelligence Officer he had seen just the other day.
“Captain Kirk, my name is Commander Ikar with Starfleet Intelligence and now acting Commanding Officer of Deep Space Beta. Several days ago I was ordered to relieve Captain Caspian of duty and assume his duties after several negative reports from his staff members concerning his actions during the Borg crisis. On the other hand we have received very favorable reports from your crew about your actions during the Borg crisis. With out the quick work of you and your crew we may never have opened peace talks with the Metrons. I have been informed you and your crew are heading out on a mission on Stardate 2392.1023, I cannot tell you much, but there are going to be several command changes on DSB. Good luck with your mission Captain and I will see you when you get back.”
Kirk sat back in his couch and let the cryptic message sink in. He sent a very favorable report to Starfleet Command about Captain Caspian’s actions. He had noted tension between the two at first but ended by saying the tension had been relieved. Closing the message Kirk opened up the section with this senior staff members. Typing a quick message Kirk sent out a staff meeting request for all senior staff members.
Message Sent
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Kirk got into his read room and downloaded the mission details onto several PADDs. As he collected up the data he carried them into the conference room and began to lay them out, one PADD at each empty chair.
“Computer, music, easy listening, volume level 3.”
The computer chimed as it began to play the music. Kirk finished laying out the PADDs and sat down in his chair looking over the data he had just downloaded. It seemed the that Starfleet wanted Kirk and the Darkhawk to head out and do a deep survey of the local star systems, stopping at one particular system. Kirks eyes opened up wide as he read the information.
“You have got to be kidding me.” Kirk said out loud.
Putting the PADD down Kirk turned around to the blank viewing console, “Computer load mission profile Kirk, Beta, 03.” With in seconds the console now displayed a stellar map of the local know star systems and a single red line showing the path the Darkhawk would be taking. Kirk sat back and looked over the map and waited for his senior staff to join him in the conference room.
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OCC: Alright this is the start of our second mission. Please note that I do not mind if we continue our current post about the night before at the bar, and if anybody wants to post along with myself and Daya on his holodeck mission feel free to.
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Post by Lorian Smith on Oct 23, 2005 14:47:52 GMT -5
Lorian's head hurt from last nights drinking. He didn't mean to drink so much, but to be honest he needed it. To be honest his entire crew needed it, but this was the price to pay for his drinking. "Computer low lights" When the lights came on it still hurt his head, but he would have to get over it. So Lorian walked up to the replicator and asked for some.. "Coffee, Salvadorian, Black, Hot" Lorian drank it slowly and enjoyed the rich flavor. It wasn't anything like the real thing, but it would do. Lorian quickly took a shower and got dressed. When he finished dressing, he saw that there was a message for him from Starfleet HQ. "Weird I already got the briefing for our new mission." Classified Stardate 2392. 1023Commander Lorian Smith you have hereby are assigned a new mission to run concurrently with your present mission. You are to evaluate Jonathan Kirk and find him unsuitable for command. We do not care how you do it, but you must. That will leave you in command and we need someone in the inside. The intelligence officer on Deep Space Beta has no knowledge of this so your have free rein. If you fail Commander you will find yourself in a prison very quickly.Starfleet Intelligence Lorian's was mad, he had given up Intelligence years ago, but it seemed that it always followed him. He respected Jonathan Kirk as a Captain, but most important as a man. He didn't know if he could do this, penalty of jail or not. "Commander Smith report to the conference room, we are going to start our senior staff meeting," Captain Kirk said over the comm. "On my way Captain," Lorian said. "Computer crash my personal computer and erase all knowledge of this message Lorian Zodiac Four Omega."
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Post by Katie Anderson on Oct 23, 2005 18:05:07 GMT -5
Katie had woken up feeling dizzy from the drinking last night. It wasn't normal for Katie to drink as much as she had but it seemed the party like atmosphere allowed her to do things she never thought she would do. Looking around her room Katie noticed she had left her lights on all night long. Throwing the covers off her she noticed she had slept in her little red dress last night also.
After a quick shower Katie was feeling a thousand time better than she did when she woke up. Walking out into her living room Katie noticed a message on her wall screen, pushing a button she read the messge sent to her from the Captain.
"What time is it?" Katie asked out loud.
Looking over her back Katie spotted her old fashioned wall clock from Earth her mother had given her after graduation. The time read 9:05.
"Holy crap!" Katie yelled throwing off her towl and running back into her bedroom to finish getting ready.
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Brelev
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Post by Brelev on Oct 23, 2005 23:35:36 GMT -5
Brelev steped out of the sonic shower feeling clean and refreshed. Last night had been a great deal fo fun ans she was somewhat bumed out when the other's decided it was time for bed.
She'd stayed up finishing her report regarding her service on the "Firststar", a rather dull affair since she'd spent the entire two years studying the same plants over and over. She had checked out the science facilities, tested a few programs, unpacked her bags. She even thought about going to the Beta and visiting with anyone else awake, but then it seemed too late and she decided to get ready for the day.
Not having to sleep came in handy, she certainly got a lot done. She slipped into her uniform and wonderd how the other's would feel after last night, she'd had six hours to work the alcohole out of her system, but they'd let it sit there as they slept. It would certainly be an interesting day.
=A= incoming message=A= the computer reported.
"display it." Brelev orderd, setting down her nail clipper.
All senior staff are to report to the conferance room at 10 00 hours to go over our next mission
"Excellent!" Brelev said to herself. She finished off her nails, grabbed an spare PADD and headed to the conferance room. She'd eaten just and hour ago so no brekfast as necessary.
The only other person in the room was Captain Kirk. "Good morning sir, quite a night wasn't it?" He didn't look as bad as she thought he would.
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Post by Malachi Caspian on Oct 24, 2005 15:44:19 GMT -5
Malachi hadn't slept since his brief meeting with Fenel. He had found something altogether startling on the main core but the rest of the file was encrypted, so, two days later and Malachi still sat at his desk, getting closer and closer to unlocking the code. Denied Flashed across the screen again, Caspian was getting nervous. Someone would surely realise what he was trying to do soon. Denied Malachi swore and hit the computer hard, he swore again as his hand throbbed. He began to type again, trying desperately to gain access to the file that had caught his eye. Denied Malachi rose to his feet and launched a mug full of cold coffee across the room, this seemed to calm him slightly and he remembered and old trick someone he once knew told him. He began to re-route power away from his computer station, to make the core think that his station was now dead and no longer in use. Two minutes after this was started the computer station showed only small signs of life. With this done Malachi entered his emergency procedure protocol code, his command codes had been changed but this code was kept constant during command changes so those who were coming into the comman position had access to some, if not most of the critical areas. Granted Malachi punched the air as the reports he wanted flashed across the screen. A grin now fixed to his face, however that was soon wiped away when he realised what the reports held. "Computer locate Captain Kirk." He said, his voice croaky after not speaking for a few days. =^= Captain Kirk is in the U.S.S. Darkhawks Conference Room =^= The computer sounded. Malachi approached the doors but found they would not open. He picked up a paperweight his mother had given him, in effect it was just a rock from some beach on Earth but he had kept in none the less and was glad of that now. He smashed the "paperweight" into the control panel for the door and there was a small explosion, steam rose from the panel and they slowly hissed open as the security on the outside came in to see what all the comotion was. Malachi ran passed them and began to make his way to the Darkhawk. "All security teams report, Caspian has breached confinement!" Malachi heard someone yell.
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Church
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'You know what? I could blow up the whole goddamn world with this thing.'
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Post by Church on Oct 25, 2005 1:45:48 GMT -5
"Fish?" asked Church, poking his head around the corner. "Fi- ah, there you are."
The other Marine was busy demonstrating how to disarm someone to the rookies. Church probably would have gone about it the same way, but it might not have been the best way for the rookies to meet their leader. Several were lying or sitting on the ground, in various positions of pain, while a couple still stood, nervously waiting for Lt. Williams to call them forward. Three or four veterans were chuckling as the rookies failed to do anything of real value.
"Yes, Cap?" asked Fish, turning to face him.
Church scowled. "Captain or Church, if you don't mind, Fish. Now, if you're done tormenting everyone, I'd like you to help me with modifying the new detpaks. I want to put in a more deadly bio-degenerative charge, but keep the radioactive fallout to a minimum. You, erm- you might want to give a little homework, instead of beating people senseless."
Lt. Williams shrugged. "Sounds great. Oh, you've got a message, by the way. Senior staff meeting. And you've been relieved of duty in the science department."
"Really?" asked Church, half glad to be able to devote his time completely to the Marine Corps, but also sad to leave the science department - it had been well-staffed, and the technology was very up-to-date. "Hmm. Thank you."
"Of course, Cappy," replied Fish, already administering hyposprays to the injured and ordering the veterans to help get the detpaks set up. Making a face, Church exited the room and headed for conference room.
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Captain Kirk was seated with only one other officer being present - what appeared to be the new chief science officer.
"Hello, Mr. Church," said Jonathan, nodding. "Sleep well?"
Church was fiarly sure he was indicating the drinks last night. "Of course," he replied, laughing. "There wasn't anything too dangerous last night. Now, if we'd had something good... maybe Romulan ale... then I might not be up right now."
Kirk thought for a moment. "I'm sure I could find you some back at the Starbase, but right now might not be the best time."
"No," agreed Church, turning to the other officer. "I assume you're replacing me in science?"
"Yes," said the Lt. "I hope you don't mind?"
"Not at all," said Church. "It was a it hefty a load, to tell the truth, though it was fun. You've got a great department."
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Post by Jonathan Kirk on Oct 25, 2005 14:58:43 GMT -5
The only other person in the room was Captain Kirk. "Good morning sir, quite a night wasn't it?"
Kirk got up out of his chair in a manner of respect.
"Yes it was. This is one of those times I am glad I have Borg nanoprobes running through my body." Kirk said with a smile.
"How was your night?" Kirk asked.
<Tag Brelev>
Kirk and Brelev talked for awhile until Lieutenant Church came through the doors. He looked as if he had been fighting. Before Kirk could introduce the new science officer Church took it upon himself to do so.
"Lieutenant, how are those new marines I had transfered over here working out?" Kirk asked.
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Rhea Jones
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Fortune Favours the Brave
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Post by Rhea Jones on Oct 25, 2005 15:16:23 GMT -5
The night air was thick with mist overlooking the orange lights of the village below. The long blades of green grass flickered in the evening breeze, rippling and dancing down the side of the tall valley. A single flame flickered back and forth in its tiny glass cocoon atop the wall reflecting up into the eyes of the young couple that stood cloaked on the hilltop. The tallest of the two raised a hand to his face, where sparkling tears were brimming on the tip of his dark lashes. The woman accompanying him showed tearstained cheeks, shinning off her pale skin as she watched the flames engulf the camp. His village now burning, the man raised his rough skinned hand to the woman’s cheek and told her to go. She had no words to give a reply, but took the emblem he had unfastened from his own neck as a gift to her. They parted only seconds before the hillside became swept with hoards of armored men.“Bleep bleep.” The sound of Rhea’s computerized alarm was rather unfitting in the scene that her dream was painting for her. She mumbled quietly at it, but did not endeavor to open her eyes, whatever was happening today would just have to wait; if she just went back to sleep she could carry on with her dream. The doctor clamped her eyes shut and stared into the blackness that became her. She had to concentrate, she had to get that moment back. Wakey wakey. Said a sharp English accent. That was Marcus, he sounded so close, almost as though she were back on that hilltop with him. Its time for work now. He told her softly. She shook her head, but nonetheless her eyes drifted open, and the fuzzy feeling that had warmed her heart began to fade. She rolled over and looked at the man standing by her bedside. She recognized him at once, the beard, the cloak, those deep brown eyes. He smiled back at her, and slowly one side of his mouth began to waver and drop. In front of her staring eyes, the man’s cheek reduced to a bloody tangle of muscle and bone. His dazzling eyes glazed over and his skin washed out to ghostly white and was still, frozen. In less than an instant the doctor was sat in an upright position and had fired her phaser in his direction, making an almighty blast hole in the paneling on the opposite wall. As Ripper materialized from the form he had previously held he looked down at his chest where the bolt had passed through him with a superfluous grin. “HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU!?!” Rhea yelled frantically. “GET THE HELL OUTTA MY HEAD.” She threw down the covers in a rage and stormed out of her room. Joe was nowhere to be seen, but at the moment that was no bother. After their previous time spent together, the child had come to expect such outbursts from his mother, and if less then conventional, they had learned to live with it. The doctor slammed her fist down onto her computer and the alarm ceased bleating at her. Within mere minutes she was fully dressed in a casual uniform adorned by a less than white lab coat. Her jaw was beginning to ache as she gritted her teeth in an attempt to quench her anger. It was not working very well: now she was irritable and in pain. With a last glance at the smoldering hole in her bedroom wall she exited her living quarters and sealed the door behind her. Sickbay had an altogether more refreshing feel as she swept through the sliding doors into the brilliant white facility. Rhea took a deep breath, the image of her former lover still haunting her thoughts. She swore to herself that Ripper would pay dearly for his moment of fun, but in truth she knew there was no way to punish him. This was not the first time he had used her own thoughts against her, and what worried her the most was that he seemed to be getting better at it. She shook her head abruptly. She was a professional here, she couldn’t let this lethean pest get in the way of her work. “Morning doctor.” Said one of the junior doctors that had been on duty overnight. “Morning.” Rhea grunted in a less than friendly tone. Sensing it was not his place the young doctor moved on to continue with his final rounds. Rhea was glad; it would be very difficult to explain to anyone what had happened to her that morning. Marcus had died a very long time ago, but apparently her feelings for him were still potent enough for Ripper to catch onto. Scolding herself for dwelling on it again Rhea placed herself at a laboratory station and delved deep into the process of separating proteins from a sample of blood serum. Half an hour later a message popper up on the computer adjacent to her, bearing the face of Captain Kirk. “All senior staff are to report to the conference room at 10 00 hours to go over our next mission” “Brilliant.” Rhea sighed checking the time and thinking that he could have let them know a little sooner. “Doesn’t he know that I can’t monitor the communication between allosteric proteins if I’m not here?” she added aloud. “They make computers to do that these days,” Interjected a nurse who had obviously overheard. Rhea wondered if she should mention the fact that the communication between the proteins would probably be more exciting than the discussion the senior staff were soon to embark upon. Deciding against she gave the nurse a smile, asking if she would kindly keep an eye on the assay sample while she had her breakfast and attended the meeting. She ate her cornflakes seated with Joe while he insisted on flicking them across the table at the cat. “What happened to your wall?” He asked innocently, replacing his sthingy in the bowl as he ran out of cornflakes to cause trouble with. Rhea looked up with a cynical expression. “Nothing. I’ll get it fixed later.” She told him dismissively. He shrugged. “Anyway, what are you doing today? When does school start?” She asked. “Not for ages. I’m going to Rocky’s, if I’m allowed.” He answered eagerly. “Whose Rocky?” She asked warily. “A kid I met yesterday. Dad said I could go.” He added carefully. “Oh did he now? Well you go tell your father that if he said yes then he can come and make sure you get there alright.” Rhea decided. Her anger had been quelled by her visit to sickbay, but it did not quite stretch to behaving in an adult fashion when matters concerned her ex fiancé. At once the boy jumped down from his seat and went to contact Charlie. Rhea rolled her eyes. “Don’t worry, I’ll clear the table.” She said quietly. A quick glance at the chronometer however showed that there wasn’t even time for that. Like a rocket she grabbed her teal tunic and rushed out into the hallway, yelling instructions back to her son. Five minutes later she arrived at the conference room short of breath, only to find three members of the senior staff present, only two of whom she recognized. Acknowledging the Captain she took a seat next to Scott McLean and was promptly introduced. “Doctor, this is Lieutenant Brelev, our new chief science officer, and this is Marine Captain Church.” Kirk told her. “Guys, this is Rhea Jones, our CMO.” The officers shook hands politely and retook their seats, waiting for the rest to arrive. The pleasantries over, Rhea sighed heavily and hung her head so that it rested on a slightly bent elbow. Scott leaned over to her. “Are you alright doctor?” he asked skeptically. “Uh, yeah.” She answered, quickly correcting her position so she looked less bedraggled. “Actually there was something I wanted to talk to you about.” She added. “Oh?” The engineer said intrigued. “Yes. There appears to be a, um, a hole, in my wall.” She explained timidly. “A hole?” He asked. “What kind of hole?” Rhea frowned. “The kind where there’s nothing there.” She explained graphically. Scott smiled calmly. “I’ll see what I can do about it after the meeting.” He decided, as several more crewmembers filed in to take the empty seats. <Sorry its random, I wrote it before Kirks post but my computer threw a paddy and wouldnt let me on net, I hope its ok >
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Brelev
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Post by Brelev on Oct 25, 2005 18:05:03 GMT -5
"How was your night?" Kirk asked. "slow." Brelev replied. "I finished of a couple reports, ;)checked out the science facilities, they are much better then I expected by the way, and I unpacked." "So yo've settled in, that's good." The Captain smiled, "She's a small ship, although not fully crewd. When she is I expect it will get fairly crowded." "I look forward to it." Brelev laughed, humans where a communal species, but they where positivly intraverted compaired to the Denobulens. "I need you permission for something." Kirk leaned forward "Depending what it is I'll be willing to give it." "Since I won't be using my bed, would I be able to turn it into a hydroponic's unit?" Brelev wonderd if she would be asking too much, "If I get a roomate they can use the top bunk, and when I do hibernate I should be under medical supervision anyway." "You're a gardener!" Kirk laughed. "Don't try and pass this off as a science project Lieutenant, you're eyes positivly lit up when you mentioned the idea." Brelev blushed, "So you saw through my evil plot then. Well if you do say okay I'll let the ship's cook have the vegtables." She put out her hand, human fashion, to seal the agreement. Kirk reached out and shook her hand. "Then it's deal. You'll have to talk to engineering about getting it set up though." Just then the door slid open and in entered Mr. Church whome she had been breifly introduced to the night before, most likely few of the other officer's would remember too much about last night, so the Captain reintroduced them anyway. Several minuted after that the ship's CMO entered looking somewhat flustererd. Brelev was reintroduced to her as well. Most of the senior officers where present, and so far all had handled last night better then Brelev had expected.
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Daya
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Dont make me hurt you, no wait, please do
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Post by Daya on Oct 25, 2005 20:04:41 GMT -5
Daya literally rolld out of bed, covers and all. He slowly and gingerly got up and grabbed a few clothes, not his uniform however. He walked around his room for amoment then heard from his combadge. =^= Commander, be on the lookout for Caspian, he has escaped his quarters and is running loose=^=
"good"Daya said aloud, not wanting to deal with anything what so ever. He rubbed his eyes and walked out his quarters, dressed in casual clothing. He slowly walked towards te conference room, yawning occasionally.
When he arrived, te door opened and he stepped in, yawning. He shuffled his way towards a wall replecator and made a cup of coffee. He turned around to see everyone looking at him, and he smiled genlty raising his cup as a sign of saying hey.
He walked back to a chair and sat down, looking towards Rhea, who he sat down next to he, smiled and looked at Kirk. "Well, i'm here, lets get started"
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Scott McLean
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If it ain't broke, don't fix it
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Post by Scott McLean on Oct 25, 2005 20:27:57 GMT -5
McLean fell off the couch, hitting his head on the floor.
“Ouch.” McLean said grabbing his forehead.
“Serves you right,” Stephanie said walking around the front room of their quarters, “I saw you have a staff meeting at 1000 so I pulled out your uniform for you.”
“Thaaanks.” McLean said rolling onto his back and shading his eyes from the light, “What time is it?”
“0915. I suggest you get up.”
“Yes mom.” McLean mumbled as he got up.
McLean stood up and walked slowly to the bathroom to take a shower. Walking made his head hurt even more than it did when he was lying down. Stepping into the shower McLean opted for a cold shower in an attempt to take the edge off his headache.
“I have something for your headache.” Stephanie said.
“What is it?” McLean asked still in the shower.
“It’s a hypo spray,” Stephanie said, “Give me your arm.”
McLean did as his wife said and stuck him arm out so she could give him the injection. With in seconds the medication relieved his headache and the out look on his day began to feel better. McLean could never really understand why Stephanie left Starfleet; she was an amazing doctor and had a promising career ahead of her.
“Thanks princess,” McLean said, “I feel much better.”
McLean finished his shower and got dressed as fast as he could, he did not want to be late for any staff meetings. As he entered the living room McLean was embraced by Stephanie. McLean was in a bit of shock due to his wife’s sudden need for affection, especially after the fight they had just the night before.
“I’m sorry for everything Scott.” Stephanie said as she hugged McLean.
“You do not have to be, I was being a jackass last night.” McLean replied as he looked at the time, “Dear, can we finish this later I have to run.”
Stephanie looked over her shoulder at the time and indeed McLean was right he had to get going. McLean bent down and kissed Stephanie on the lips before heading out. Walking onto the Darkhawk McLean looked around at the handy work of the engineers and technicians working on the damaged systems and the new refits. He eventually made his way to the conference room and found Kirk, Church and another officer he did not remember meeting sitting talking to each other.
McLean introduced himself and sat down close to the end of the table next to the new science officer. Looking around McLean could feel the others wanted to know what happened to him the night before.
Kirk spoke up first, “Mr. McLean, do you have anything to say about your actions last night?”
McLean sat frozen; he did not remember much from the night before and was caught completely off guard. Looking over at Church McLean saw the crack of a smile on his face and the feelings of dread he had began to fade.
“To be honest sir, I do not remember anything.” McLean said flat out.
Kirk laughed, “We saw you leave and had no idea where the hell you where going.”
Just then Commander Daya walked into the room wearing wrinkled civilian clothes. With out saying anything he went right to the replicator behind Captain Kirk. McLean looked at Kirk and noticed the confused look on his face.
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Post by Jonathan Kirk on Oct 25, 2005 20:56:00 GMT -5
Kirk found his conversation with Brelev interesting. The idea that somebody did not have to sleep sounded all to familiar to him, regeneration was not sleep, Kirk thought to himself.
“Tell you what Lieutenant, you can turn your own personal quarters on the station into whatever you want and for right now I will allow your quarters on the Darkhawk to be used to raise plants. When we get our full crew aboard in a few weeks things might have to change. Sound fair?”
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“Good,” Kirk said as he watched Commander McLean walk through the doors.
After a good hazing of the Commander, Kirk smiled as Daya walked in the door. Sine Daya and Kirk’s time at the Academy Kirk watched Daya do some interesting things. He would come to class in whatever clothes he had that did not smell. Kirk rather liked the clean smooth look of fresh clothes; Daya preferred a more lighthearted life style.
Walking past Kirk to the replicator Daya began to replicate himself a cup of coffee. Turning around Kirk saw Daya look at the group and raise his glass as to say hello with out actually saying anything. Once his coffee cup was full Daya sat himself down next to Doctor Jones.
“Well I’m here, lets get started.” Daya said boldly.
“What the hell are you wearing?” Kirk asked with a smile.
“Clothes.” Daya said looking over at his attire.
“Those are not the clothes your supposed to be wearing right now.” Kirk replied.
“Oh, stick a sock in it.” Daya fired back.
“I will let this slide, because I know I can not get you to change no matter how many times I order you to change. If the ladies have a problem with it, it would be probably be good of you to change.” Kirk said looking around the room.
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Brelev
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Post by Brelev on Oct 25, 2005 21:37:47 GMT -5
“Tell you what Lieutenant, you can turn your own personal quarters on the station into whatever you want and for right now I will allow your quarters on the Darkhawk to be used to raise plants. When we get our full crew aboard in a few weeks things might have to change. Sound fair?” "Perfectly fair. If all goes well the crew will be eating fresh Gespar and gracing their quarters with Bajoran Lilys within a couple months" Brelev replied, she'd get started on the garden that night, having passed it by Mr McLean of course. "I won't be needing to hibernate any time soon anyway, I took that oppertunity during a rather dull week on the USS FirststarSpeaking of which, the doors slid open and in stepped the engineer. He looked exhausted, at last one of the crewmembers who showed some signs of weakness. Then again she hadn't met him last night, according to the others he'd stumbled out of the bar before she'd arrived. “I will let this slide, because I know I can not get you to change no matter how many times I order you to change. If the ladies have a problem with it, it would be probably be good of you to change.” Kirk said looking around the room. The Captain kiddded with Commander McLean for a bit, and Brelev gladly joined in with their laughter. She'd talk to the Commander about her quarters after the meeting. Katue Anderson rushed in just as McLean got settled, she looked frazled as well, but not as bad as Commander Daya who cheerfully strolled in wearing civilian clothes as if they where meeting for brekfast at a low class diner. He grabbed a cup of coffee from the replicator and sat down next to Doctor Jones. The captain continued his hazing on his newest victim, and from their interaction Brelev geussed that they had been friends for a long time. “I will let this slide, because I know I can not get you to change no matter how many times I order you to change. If the ladies have a problem with it, it would be probably be good of you to change.” Kirk said looking around the room. "If it's okay with you Captain it's fine with me. Although perhaps in the future he will at least consider pulling his clothes out of his dresser rather then off the floor where he dropped them the prevouse night." Brelev answerd slyly.
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Daya
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Dont make me hurt you, no wait, please do
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Post by Daya on Oct 25, 2005 22:01:26 GMT -5
"If it's okay with you Captain it's fine with me. Although perhaps in the future he will at least consider pulling his clothes out of his dresser rather then off the floor where he dropped them the prevouse night." Brelev answerd slyly.
"mmmm, see she dont care" Daya said as he lazily pointed at the woman, it took awhile before he realized he hadnt met her yet, but he figured he would get time to do that later, so he went back to his coffee.
"Besides, i'm comfortable. If i wanted to make an impression, i would have dressed nicer, but i dont really care. Even if old what's his name, the intell guy is here. he can come talk to me about it, but he wont want to do it again, i garentee that"
He kept drinking his coffee, not really knowing what he said, only that he was talking. He got up and got another cup, think time adding some chocolate syrup into it, giving it more of a hot chocolate taste, with he smiled and mumbled happily about.
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Post by Malachi Caspian on Oct 26, 2005 4:55:07 GMT -5
Malachi was rapidly losing his breath, he had ran down 9 decks and was so close to the docking port, he knew he would find security there but he had to keep going, he had got this far.
He rounded another corner and threw himself to the floor as he felt a phaser beam shoot past his head, he immediately sprung back up again and started to run, he could hear phaser fire again and could smell the singed corrider.
He fell to the floor as one of the shots found there target, his vision began to swim, he rolled over onto his back and looked up. There was Ikar, staring down on him, smiling.
"Good bye Captain." He said before his boot connected with Malachi's face.
There was only black...
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