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Post by Jonathan Kirk on Dec 30, 2005 23:25:51 GMT -5
Deep Space Beta
Base Commander's Log:
Our alliance with the Metrons seems to have caused a stir in this quadrant. I have received more than a dozen requests for assembly from various small empires through out Beta. The request that I have the most interest in is with the Gorn Alliance. They much like the Metrons have been a very isolated and aggressive society. The Gorn Representative should be arriving in a few days so plans for his or her arrival are currently underway.
Repairs on the Darkhawk are rather slow at this point, I was told things would be moving on more smoothly but it seems the engineers are having a hard time. I feel it is because Lt. Commander McLean has taken a leave of absence from duty until he can get his family life back on track. Admiral Caspian ships should be getting underway as soon as his crew has be assigned to the new ship. I took the opportunity to tour the ship and I have to admit it makes me wish I was assigned to a Sovereign class ship.
Life aboard the station is normal, the citizens are enjoying the small colony on Metroria. I have not made it down to New Hampton yet, but from what I have heard the colony is rather nice. There has been a bit of an outcry from the Metron people but Metrel assures me that he has taken care of any of the civil unrest.
End Log.
"Computer, Send all sensor logs and base reports along with Base Commander Logs to Starfleet HQ."
The Computer chimed in response leaving Kirk with only one thing to do. Standing up Kirk picked up the baseball that sat on his desk, heading over to the single window in the office Kirk looked out at Metoria Kirk found himself feeling almost homesick. It had been awhile since he had a chance to stand on the sandy beaches of California and watch the sunset below the blue waters of the Pacific Ocean.
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OCC: We will have a little bit of off mission posting just to show life on board the station with out a mission being totally at hand. In a few days I will post the arrival of the Gorn rep. Happy Posting.
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Post by Ko'Vor on Dec 31, 2005 11:50:59 GMT -5
Ko'Vor's log. I have been bored recently. as i said in my last log there isn't much going on and after all the excitement it seems unusual not to have more.
It seems though i have spoken too soon. I have been informed of a meeting soon with the Gorn.... this worries me. it seems strange that suddenly all the enemies of the federation are trying to talk to us. I wonder if there is something covered up deeper in the plans than we are allowed to know?
I will be keeping a sharp eye.... and batleth... for the next few weeks as new events unfold. and i will be ready this time. There is an upgrade for the U'Hituar on the way... i don't know what it is yet but sources tell me it will make me very happy.
end log.
Ko'Vor to Metta i remembered something i promised to do a while ago, can you come to my office please? Ko'Vor out.'
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Post by fleshandblood100 on Dec 31, 2005 11:58:35 GMT -5
Metta had been looking after the ship a bit too much recently. she wanted to look around the station but felt obligated to stay on the U'Hitar.
The news of the Gorn coming had spread quickly, she was making preparations on board for any scenario. An upgrade of some sort was also on the way.
'Ko'Vor to Metta i remembered something i promised to do a while ago, can you come to my office please? Ko'Vor out.'
She didn't have time to respond. But she was curious to what he wanted.
'Temet, Take over for a while', she said leaving the bridge. as she entered the station she got her wish after all. people were hustling everywhere. she went across to a near bye console to See a map of the decks. Ko'Vor was quite far away so she started to make her way through the crowds.
Getting to ko'Vor's office she was buzzed in. 'Ko'Vor, sorry if i took too long, its hectic out there!'
'Its OK Metta, thank you for coming.'
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Post by Ko'Vor on Dec 31, 2005 12:13:11 GMT -5
After a short wait Metta was at the door. After buzzing her in he noticed an eager look in her eyes.
'Ko'Vor, sorry if i took too long, its hectic out there!' she said upon entering.
'Its OK Metta, thank you for coming.' Ko'Vor smiled. He got up and had something in his hand... she was trying to see it but he had it covered.
'Metta, you are a very efficiant and thourough officer. I wouldnt trust anyone else as my FO. But becuase i am going to be here a lot more i want you to become more important to me still. I am promoting you to captain of the U'Hitar. I would still command it, its my ship, but whilst im here i want you to have full control when i cant be there.'
He held out his hand and in it was a meladion that could attach to her sling, showing her new authority.
she seemed speachless. but eventually said 'I'm Honoured General. thank you. i wont fail you.'
with that she left and Ko'vor stood for a while smiling. then went back to his desk to work.
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Church
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Post by Church on Dec 31, 2005 13:11:46 GMT -5
Martin Hayes sat in front of Church and Fish, hands behind his head in a relaxed position. He had been through enough meetings with senior officers to perfect the art of making them feel uncomfortable. Aside from the Vulcans and other such species, of course. Being so logical, they had probably ignored his body language. The other problem was that body language wasn't as intimidating when there were two superior officer, as opposed to one. When there were more people on your side, you felt more secure.
"Mr. Hayes," began Church, "I have multiple reports of you not behaving in a manner befitting a Marine. I can't really complain too badly, because I just had a small problem with our cheif engineer, but Lt .Williams can, and she will. We can get you kicked out of Starfleet very, very fast. And right now, you don't have many places to go. Politics are unstable at best with some of the parties in the Beta Quadrant, and you could easily be lost somewhere rather permanently. Catch my drift?"
Hayes grinned. "Aye, aye, sir. Yes sir. I do sir. All's clear, sir."
"Wonderful," said Church. "Since you seem to be so excited about being here, I'll have you go meet the rest of the team - informally, since most are off-duty right now. I think you'll be interested in your new partner, Weta."
"What's a Weta?" asked Hayes.
"I am." The small, black, furry Marine was leaning against a wall behind Hayes. Church had rarely seen him looking relaxed, but he knew Weta had a sense of humor, and that he didn't like humans who thought they were God's gift to the universe. "You will be my junior officer."
"Junior? Hey, I"ve been a Lt. for a long time now, and-"
"After being demoted, Mr. Hayes," explained Fish, "We decided to reset the clock. You've only been a Lt. for less than a year. Tough luck."
Hayes looked angry for a moment, then calmed down. "All right, I'm assigned to a little fluffball. Anything else?"
Church, Fish, and Weta all grinned. Weta's sharp, pointed teeth flashed just long enough for Hayes to get the impression he wasn't exactly a teddy bear.
"Feel free to try to beat him in the training room. Its nice a big here on the Starbase, so you'll have more room to try and run away than on the Darkhawk," said Church, still smiling. "Not that it will do any good. Weta can take on half of us put together. He's one of the best sharpshooters anywhere - I think he has a 97.9% accuracy in battle, and higher in the practice room. And he can take anyone in hand-to-hand combat, no weapons. If you had a knife, say, or maybe even a phaser, he could disarm you from a hindred meters within seconds. He has inhuman speed."
Hayes thought about this for a moment, his body language no longer making him seem confident at all. "Maybe some other time," he said.
"Whenever you're ready," said Weta.
"Unless you have any questions, dismissed," said Church.
Hayes nodded and left. We'll see how long furball lasts, he thought to himself. But I'll get that Captain first.... He's right, we are out in the middle of nowhere, more or less. Much more room to hade his body.
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"He's not very amused, Cap," said Fish.
"No, but he is going to be more cautious. You neglected to tell me how close he came to killing some people. A couple resigned in fear of him. I don't care if it isn't very nice to intimidate him, he sure as hell isn't killing anyone on this station or any ship he gets on. And if he doess resign, I'm sticking him in the brig until we get the chance to ship him off to a prison. Its people like him who deserve that Klingon prison where everyone was freezing... what was it called?"
"Alien's Graveyard, I believe," said Weta. "Do you require further assistance?"
"No, and thank you. I know its going to be hard with Hayes, but I'll try and promote you fast for your efforts. And I'll give you back our explosives expert as you partner after Hayes is gone."
"Thank you, sir. I shall see you at 0800 hours tomorrow morning."
"'Bye, Weta," called Fish as he left. She tunred to Church. "Anything we need to do?"
"Not that I know," rpelied Church. "I heard something about a new ambassador, but it doesn't concern us greatly, unless they are really agressive. Just in case, I've got our people on duty during the ambassador's stay, and we'll follow all of that guy's people around, wherever they go. Until then, we're free, except for the daily training."
"Maybe we should skip that, take a short break-"
"-and maybe not," said Church.
Fish rolled her eyes. "One of these days I'm going to stun you, stuff you in a locker, and tell everyone they are on leave for a week."
"Mm. I'd rather you not."
=^= Smith to Church. =^=
Church tapped his commbadge. "Church here. What can I do for you, sir?"
=^= You and McLean-=^=
"I think we've sorted it out. At the least, no one will notice anything more than a lack of interaction between us."
=^=Well, try and get to the point where you can work with each other. But for now, I suppose it will suffice. On a happier note, some of us are getting together tonight at the bar. Do you want to join us? =^=
"Sure. I'll be there. Thanks for the invite."
=^= No problem. I think the whole senior staff will be there, from the Darkhawk and the Starbase. And some other officers, I'm sure. =^=
"Which bar is it?"
Lorian informed him of its name and place.
"Thanks. I'll see you there, Commander."
=^= Very good. Smith out. =^=
"I'll catch up to you then," said Fish. "I'm going to see if my Academy classmate Joanna Hamilton is here. She was in medical, and I can't remember which starbase she ended up on."
"All right. Good luck. I'm going to stay here and sleep. They're still patching up the Darkhawk. Catch you later.
"Bye."
As Church drifted into an uneasy sleep, he thought he heard a small voice say "You don't look like Church..."
"Caboose..." he muttered as he fell asleep.
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Scott McLean
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Post by Scott McLean on Jan 4, 2006 7:01:54 GMT -5
Clutching the PADD in his right hand McLean left Admiral Kirk's office with out saying another word to the man. The information contained with in the PADD was so overwhelming that McLean couldn’t keep his hands from trembling. Taking the first available turbo left back to the civilian sector of the station finally let his guard down as a single tear began to roll down the Chief Engineer’s cheek.
Wiping the tear away with some aggression McLean exhaled loudly trying to regain his composure before the turbo lift finally came to rest on his deck. He knew his children probably already knew the news about their mother and deep down inside he was thankful he was not the one who had to tell his children this awful news.
McLean stepped off the turbo lift and walked slowly down the corridor, ignoring any and all typical addresses he would get from passing officers. He could see the look of sorry and pity in the eyes of his neighbors as they passed by to report for duty, a few of McLean closer neighbors had forced a smile but refrained from making complete eye contact with him.
McLean always knew his marriage with Stephanie was an uphill battle and at times he wished he had never married the woman in the first place, but he never wished this upon her or their marriage.
Standing in front of the door to his quarters McLean looked down at the PADD one last time before entering;
Stephanie McLean (DECEASED)
McLean took his eyes away from the PADD before letting it slip out of his fingers to land softly on the ground. The pain had become too much for McLean to handle, turning around McLean took a few steps sideways and slumped against the wall and sliding all the way down to the ground.
Tears began to flow from his eyes, as McLean was no longer able to hold back the pain he felt with in himself. The loss of a loved one was never something anybody was able to handle lightly, but the simple fact that he was not there to even try and save her pierced his heart more than anything.
“Why?” McLean mumbled to himself holding his head in his hands, “Why did it have to be you…”
McLean had never been a religious man, he had always been a man born into technology and raised by science. The thought of faith was lost to him, but was a concept fully embarrassed by Stephanie; it had been one of her reasons for leaving Starfleet. At this time, his lowest point McLean found himself both praying to God and cursing his name, praying for the salvation of Stephanie’s soul but cursing her God for taking her from him.
McLean sat crying until suddenly he felt a small hand press on his shoulder, looking up McLean noticed his youngest standing over him looking down on him. Vanessa was his beacon of light in the darkness he was faced with.
“It’s ok daddy.” Vanessa said with red eyes of her own.
“I know baby, I know.” McLean said grasping the young girls hand.
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Post by Church on Jan 8, 2006 0:46:50 GMT -5
Martin Hayes stepped into the Ferengi's bar. Starfleet might have been the first to set up shop here, but the Ferengi and others were never far behind. Already there was criminal activity, though as yet it was mostly smuggling. But there were almost always assassins, sabouters, others who would do naughty, dangerous things to get paid. Martin was hoping to find one such man.
"Hello," said the Ferengi. "What can I do for you, hew-mon?"
"I need a special job done, and I have money for the middle man," said Hayes.
"Of course," said the Ferengi, catching on quickly. "Right this way. My name's Togg, by the way..." They entered a small room filled with all sorts of weapons and crates. Definitely not something Starfleet would approve of. "Now, what is it you need?"
"I want someone to kill a Marine by the name of 'Church.' He's a Captain," said Hayes. "Find me the best. I'll give you his salary then, and five bars of gold-pressed latinum."
"Five bars?! I won't do it for less than fifty!" said the Ferengi, outraged.
"Ten and we'll call it good," said Martin.
"Thirty," said the Ferengi unhappily.
"Fine," said Martin. A good compromise always left everyone unhappy, and this was no exception. "If he screws up, though, you find another man, and you pay his price."
Togg nodded. "Of course, of course. Now, do you want anything to drink?" He smiled, ever the salesman.
"No thanks," said Martin, "I have other business to take care of." The Ferengi pestered him all the way out the bar, hoping to get more of his 'business.'
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Church woke up, yawned, and stretched. He had stood up and was headed for the door before he noticed an all-to-familiar form seated in front of his desk.
"Caboose?" asked Church uncertainly.
"Yes, Church. I am Caboose," he said slowly. "Do you remember me?"
"Of course I do, you idiot. Why are you here?" Church hadn't seen Caboose in a long time, and it had been a good long time.
"I am here because they transferred me here," said Caboose proudly. "I get to be with you!"
"I am so excited," said Church sarcastically.
"So am I!" said Caboose, oblivious to the meaning of Church's comment. "Let's go get see if Tucker is-"
Church grabbed him. "What do you mean you've been transferred?"
"I am a Marine," said Caboose, as if everyone should know.
"Wha... what? You? How the hell did you get through the Academy?" Church had a bad feeling the brass were sending him the dregs of the Marines. Oh, sure, Weta and Fish were the best, but he had brought them with him. After the first batch of recruits, they had apparently decided it wasn't worth wasting good troops on the frontlines.
"I don't know," said Caboose in a tone that said 'I don't care.'
"Oh boy..."
"Guess what else, Church? They sent more people with me, and then, after we got off, more people got on. But there was one more person that got off than got on!"
Uh-oh. That meant the new recruits had been transferred. And that meant Chruch had a whole boatload of people with all sorts of problems. People like Caboose, people like Hayes... this was not going to be fun.
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Two hours later Fish and Church were going over the roster. Caboose had finally left to go find his quarters on the Darkhawk. He would probably be lost for hours. Church could only hope he was the least of his problems.
"Let's see, we still have Samantha, can't say her last name.... Bennet...Dvinski, of course, and Coltrane, Erblend, and Pankhurst. That's it. Everyone else is either incompetent like your old friend or has more reprimands than you could hang in your office." Fish wasn't thrilled about the situation, either.
"What I can't figure out," said Church, "is why they haven't done this with the Starbase Marines. I'm glad they haven't, but we don't know if they will or not."
"They won't. See, we're just a small ship, likely to get blown up, while this Starbase is important." Fish sighed. "Want to hear about all our new, wonderful people?"
"Not really," said Church.
"There's Caboose and Hayes, who we already know, Rorgel, a Klingon with aggressive tendancies, Iphiat Poishik, a Benzite-"
"A what?!"
"-who slacks off a lot and can't take the stress of battle scenarios, sometimes not even in the holodeck, and David Steiner, the only remotely sane one of the group. He never talks with others, always goes off on his own, even against orders."
"Any problems yet?" asked Church.
"No. I had them all go to the Darkhawk," said Fish.
"I think I'll have a little chat with them. Tell Smith I'm sorry, but I won't be at the bar tonight."
"I could-"
"You could go to the bar, explain the situation to Weta and Dvinski, try and help them keep Erblend, Coltrane, the other recruits out of trouble. I'll handle the bad apples," said Church.
Fish frowned. "Get to the bar, even if you're late."
"Look, Fish, I have enough on my plate without worrying about McLean. If I don't see him-"
"His wife is dead," said Fish bluntly. "He's not too thrilled about his life right now either. Come and I'll make sure you two take it easy."
Church wasn't sure who was the real Captain of the Marines anymore. "Yes, sir, Col. Williams, sir," he said with a mock salute.
Fish grinned. "Don't worry. The worst that can happen is we need to lock half our team in the brig on the next assignment before transferring some."
"Great..."
"Don't worry, Cap." Fish patted him on the shoulder and left.
Church nodded. He had to speak with the new guys, minus Caboose. That would be a private interview. Caboose was insane, but he would obey Church no matter what. That was the nice thing about him. He might not be helpful, he might not shut up, but he was never insubordinate. And he would help Church if that Klingon and Hayes got problematic.
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"Okay, I want to make this fast," said Church, standing in front of Rorgel, Iphiat Poishik, David Steiner, and Martin Hayes. "You've all got some of the crappiest records I've seen. You all know what your problem is, so I'm going to give you all fair warning as to what will happen if you get out of line. Rorgel, if you so much as slap anyone, you're in the brig. Poishik, stop pissing your pants every time something goes boom, or you'll be pulling double duty. Steiner, start working with the team while you are on duty. I really don't care if you don't see anyone at all once your shift ends. But if you don't start obeying orders and working with others when needed, I'll make you our correspondant with security. And trust me, you don't want that job. Hayes, I've already had a talk with you. Now I want all of you - each and every one of you - to not screw around with the new recruits. They've seen a little action, but not much, and quite frankly, I don't want you impacting them. You are all a bad influence, and you've all had plenty of chances to be good little boys. I feel no pity for you. Any questions?"
Rorgel raised his hand. "Yeah. Is it okay if I beat you to a bloody pulp in the gym?"
Hayes grinned, and Poishik grew a pale shade of blue. "If you want to get this over with now, fine by me," said Church. "Weapons or no?"
"No," said Rorgel, grinning. "And if I beat you-"
"You beat me, I'll introduce you to Weta. Mr. Hayes knows Weta." Church smiled. "Any more questions?"
"N-no, sir," said Poishik in a shaky voice. Church made a mental note to have Fish talk to him. She had a lot more patience. Maybe she could get Steiner to come out of his shell, too.
"Great," said Church. "Rorgel, would you like to come to the gym with me right now?"
"I'd be delighted," laughed the Klingon.
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Fish was late to the bar, but not overly so. She had warned the Marines that had been with the Darkhawk for a while about the newcomers, and several had been very surprised to hear about Rorgel nearly killing another Marine, and Hayes hitting an Admiral.
"Lt. Williams, is it?" asked Smith, offering his hand.
"Yes," said Fish, shaking it and smiling. "Church won't be here for a while. He's... dealing with problems. I think he'll make it before too long, though."
Smith smiled. "Great. Oh, there's McLean. Shame about his wife..."
He walked off, and was almost immediately replaced by Caboose. "Hi, Fish!" he said merrily.
"Um, hi, Caboose," said Fish, not used to so much energy in one person.
"Church is doing something bad," whispered Caboose. "He is getting in a fight." His voice then rose back to a normal level. "You know, he used to be so afraid of fighting. I wonder why he isn't anymore."
"Wait, he's in a fight?" asked Fish, not sure she'd heard correctly.
"Yes," Caboose whispered. "I spied on him, and a man with a bumpy forehead asked him to fight. I think. It was hard to hear."
"Uh-oh. Look, Caboose, I want you to stay here and... just get drunk, okay? I'll be right back." Fish hurried away.
"What an odd order," said Caboose to himself. He turned to the bartender. "I need to get drunk," he said in a very sober tone. "What do you have?"
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Rorgel was incredibly fast for a Klingon, and very powerful. He would have been a great Marine, if he hadn't been such a pain in the ass. Right now he was circling Church, boasting a bloody nose. Church had managed to kick him in the face, but he'd kearly been thrown into the wall after that. He was still undamaged, though that probably wouldn't last. Rorgel would continue to fight until one of them was unconcious. Or dead. When Church thought about it, this probably wasn't a very good idea.
Rorgel charged, feinted left, jumped slightly to the right, and kicked out to the left. Church rolled out of the way just in time, then sidestapped and kicked out as Rorgel flew past him, managing to punch him on the shoulder. It was very painful, and Church grabbed his arm in response, doubling over. Rorgel crashed into the wall, cursing. Then he took out a daggar - what was it called in Klingon? - and threw it at Church. Time seemed to slow down as the weapon spun towards Church. The Marine Captain was bringing his arm up to deflect it, but it would not be good for him to get his arm all bloodied up and useless. Hayes was the only other person in the gym, and Church doubted both Hayes and Rorgel would let him walk away after being wounded so badly. Even though Rorgel had said no weapons.
Suddenly, a phaser sounded and the daggar disappeared. All three heads turned to see Fish standing in the doorway, holding a type-one phaser.
"That had been in my family for centuries!" Rorgel snarled.
"Church is a wee bit more important to me than you daggar, buddy," said Fish.
Church himself had wasted no time in drawing a small knife from his boot and throwing it at Rorgel. Martin yelled a warning and Rorgel turned just in time to see the knife hit him in the chest. He slumped down to the ground. Hayes scowled and his hand went to his phaser, but Fish put her phaser against his temple and the man brought his hands up.
Church walked over and kicked Rorgel in the head, knocking him onto his back. Then he reached down and pulled out his knife. Rorgel blinked, surprised. "You cheated," he said.
"Of course, you idiot," said Church. "So did you." He walked over to Hayes and punched him in the face. "Nice job making sure the gym was empty, Mr. Hayes."
Martin glared at Church. "One day, you won't be so luckly, and then..." He didn't leave much to the imagination.
Fish grabbed Church's arm and pulled him out of the gym.
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Rorgel coughed. No blood came out, which was good. Church could have hit a lung, and that would have put Rorgel in a dire situation. He made a mental note not to ever trust the man or underestimate him again. He was well-trained as far as humans were concerned.
"We'll get him later," said Hayes, wiping blood from his lip. "That stupid woman saved his sorry ass, you know."
Rorgel nodded. "I'm going to kill her for that."
"What? Oh, your daggar. Feel free, as soon as Church is gone. Bastard." Martin spat. He was very pissed off now. Very pissed. Church, Williams, Weta... those three alone were a handful. Martin had heard about Dvinski, the explosives expert. He was supposed to be good friends with Weta, and all the other Marines were going to be loyal... maybe Steiner could be bought. Or... "Rorgel, would you feel very bad about taking over a whole ship?"
"Hmm? You mean the Darkhawk? Not really, no. I joined Starfleet to kill Romulans. We can kill them on our own if we had our own ship."
Martin grinned. "I'll tell you what. If you can help me take over the Mridge of the Darkhawk, you can have the whole ship to yourself. I'll be seen as a hero when I rescue eveyone else when I- well, we'll need to plan this out, but I think we can make me look like a hero, kill Church and Williams, and maybe Weta, and get you your own ship."
"By all means, let's do just that," said Rorgel, imagining a large hole in Church's chest.
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"I told you to hurry up and get to the bar, not get in a fight with a Klingon," Fish told Church, still leading him by the arm. "What were you thinking, getting in such a position? Especially when Hayes was the only other person in the room?"
"There were others there, but they all left when Hayes showed up, soon after Rorgel and I started fighting," explained Church. "Thank you, by the way."
"You're welcome," said Fish. "If you ever do that again, Cap, I might not be there to shoot down the next daggar. Stay near Weta."
"I can take care of myself, Fish," argued Church.
Fish shook her head. "Apparently, you can't. Look, its obvious Hayes wants you hurt, and badly."
"He isn't overly fond of you, I bet," said Church. The bar was in sight, and it looked like everyone was still there.
"Fine, I'll stick close to Weta, too. But promise me you'll never go anywhere alone."
"All right, all right," said Church. "The same goes for you though." He sighed. "After all this, McLean's starting to look like the nicest guy around. I suppose I should go apolo-" Church stopped. "What is he doing?"
Caboose was staggering around near the exit of the of the bar. "HI CHURCH!" he yelled. Everyone in the bar was either laughing or staring at Caboose with something between concern and fear.
"I love my job," muttered Church.
"Oh, quit complaining," said Fish, continuing to lead him by the arm into the bar.
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Post by Jonathan Kirk on Jan 10, 2006 5:12:05 GMT -5
OCC: Great post by Church, lets all follow his example and post up.
Kirk had still found it hard dealing with being an Admiral, life had always been much easier with only four pips on the collar. Reports had been coming in all day long from various scout ships, colony ships, and the occasional deep exploration vessels. Due to the destruction of the other two Starbase constructions sites Deep Space Beta had become the sole Federation Starbase in the Beta Quadrant and it was up to Admiral Kirk to make sure it stayed that way.
Sitting in his office Kirk contemplated the similarities of DSB with DS9, insignificant Starbases becoming important Political and Military instillations virtually overnight was something most commanding officers were not trained to handle, Kirk dealt with the day to day operations as best as he could, though he had been trained as a Starship Captain he found occasions where combat tactics could be used in a political arena.
Captain, we have received word from the Gorn Ambassador that they should be arriving with in the next few hours.
“Understood, thank you Lieutenant.” Kirk replied closing the channel.
Standing up Kirk found himself wondering how he would handle the situation that was presented before him. It had been known that the Gorn were not particularly fond of the Federation, and to top off matters Kirk was a former Borg drone with visible Borg implants on his face. Reports had informed Kirk that the Borg had assimilated much of the Gorn’s territory, forcing them into peace talks with other races as a last resort for survival.
“This is going to be a tricky peace conference.” Kirk said out loud as he looked out of his office window at his beloved Darkhawk.
The damage done to her was immense; hull breaches could be seen still from Kirk’s office. DSB technicians were working as hard as they could with the little amount of supplies they had available to them. It was no secret that because DSB had been placed so far from the last Federation outpost supplies had taken much longer than normal to reach them.
“Twenty three more days…” Kirk whispered to himself still engaged on the technicians as they continued to work.
Sir, we reports are coming in from Starfeet HQ.
"Send them my way." Kirk replied sighing heavily, "I think I am starting to hate this job."
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Scott McLean
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Post by Scott McLean on Jan 10, 2006 5:43:30 GMT -5
McLean found no comfort at home with his children. He looked at them and all he was able to see was Stephanie’s face looking back at him. McLean would never admit it but his family had a terrible history of alcoholism, Scott was no exception to the tradition. Sliding into the nearest bar McLean ordered up a few heavy drinks to try and force the pain away.
“Care to talk about it?” A Ferengi asked as he poured the drink McLean ordered.
“No.” McLean replied without looking at the Ferengi.
Sipping his drink McLean savored the flavor of the drink as each of his taste buds came alive. His heart rate slowed down and he finally began to relax with each sip of the drink. Some engineers said that working had always brought joy; McLean had never understood that mentality and he never wanted too.
“Sir, do you mind if I join you?” McLean heard from behind him.
Turning around in his stool McLean recognized the woman as one of his engineers from the base’s staff of engineers. McLean was in no mood for company but found himself unable to send away the junior officer. Motioning to the empty chair next to him McLean made room for his fellow officer.
“I heard what happened to your wife, I’m sorry.” She said in a sympathetic tone as she sat down in the open chair next to McLean.
“I really don’t want to be rude, but I would rather not talk about it.” McLean said taking a larger drink from his glass.
“I…I lost my husband during the Romulan Civil war.” She said.
McLean signed and motioned to the bartender for another refill, “I’m sorry to hear that.” McLean replied coldly as the Ferengi refreshed the beverage.
“So you will only talk to fellow humons.” Grumbled the Ferengi.
McLean watched the bartender walk away talking to himself, complaining simultaneously about he Federation officers and the working conditions on the base. Paying no attention to the ramblings of the Ferengi or the attempts at comfort from the fellow officer McLean went back to his drink and back to his misery.
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Daya
Lt. Commander
Dont make me hurt you, no wait, please do
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Post by Daya on Jan 10, 2006 18:36:28 GMT -5
Daya sighed as he stepped off the bridge, heading to his office, he would need to speak with a few of his officers when the time came, apparently the marines had gotten a few bad apples, and Church managed to get in a fight, on the first day.
"i'll deal with it later" He said as he left the Darkhawk, skippng his office for the time being, he went into the bar where the other officers where and went up to them. " Church, i need to talk to you, but not right now, we can wait" He said as he sat down, getting a drink.
"Have you had a chance to meet the station marine officer? Cyle Johnson. I think you two might need to have a talk about your newest recruits? he has experience with troubled officers"
OFF also Church, i will message you sometime with what i need to tell you about the currnet mission, so just look for it, whenever i get to it
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Post by Main Computer on Jan 10, 2006 18:38:00 GMT -5
Gorn Ambassador’s Flagship
“Sir we have a Borg Diamond following our warp signature.” Informed the Gorn officer.
“Deduce speed and initiate the program.” The Gorn Ambassador replied quickly.
Many battles had taught the Gorn that as powerful the Borg had become through assimilating other species and worlds they still lacked the simple task of speculation. The Borg were in a sense a giant computer program, running and calculating everything they did to peak efficiency. Chasing a small ship, or what appeared to be a small ship flying around the galaxy at low warp signatures resulted in a less than impressive species to assimilate. One Gorn overheard the Borg refer to such species as pollution to the Borg’s goal of perfection.
“It appears to be working.” The officer said sounding relieved.
“It’s amazing, for all their technology they can’t seem to understand our simple tactics of hiding from them.” The Gorn Ambassador said laughing and showing off his razor sharp teeth.
“We should be arriving at the Federation station with in the day at this present speed.”
The Gorn Ambassador did not appear to like the sound of the news his navigational officer had just given him. Shifting uncomfortably in his seat the Ambassador watched the stars travel past his main view screen for a moment before replying, “As soon as the Borg Diamond is out of range continue to our previous velocity.”
“Yes sir.” Replied the Navigational officer.
“If you do not need my presence on the bridge I wish to retire before we meet the Federation.” The Gorn Second officer asked to his Ambassador.
“I need nothing from you GorHak.” The Ambassador said still looking onto the main view screen,
GorHak snaked out of the bridge forgetting to properly relieve himself of his duties for the day. He had other matters on his mind that needed to be dealt with at the moment and nothing was going to stop him.
“Are you in position?” GorHak asked to the mysterious figure on the other side of the transmission.
“Everything is ready.” The mysterious figure said.
“Excellent, you shall receive your payment in full.” GorHak said.
“There is a added bonus…the Federation Base Commander is a former Borg drone.”
“Interesting…”GorHak said tapping his long claws on the table, “This could be used to our advantage, until we meet again. GorHak out.”
The screen blinked to black leaving GorHak pondering what his next move.
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Post by Ko'Vor on Jan 11, 2006 4:44:48 GMT -5
Ko'Vors log. Recently the crews of all the ships, including my own, have been getting tense. i think its the anticipation on meeting the Gorn. No one is willing to speak about there feelings but we all know everyone is nervous about the coming meeting. I have been informed they are mear days away now and bringing a powerful flagship. this could be a Klingon exudation, but still. at least the upgrade for my ship is almost here, in the afternoon my ship will have been newly fitted with some things i do not yet know about and then hopefully we can be ready for anything. Ko'Vor log end.
Ko'Vor had nothing to do but sit. He hadn't been summoned to the command deck for hours, he hadn't has a whiny officer seek his assistance for days, and he hadn't had to deal with any duties for too long now.
Growing restless he thought he should seek something to do. He wondered id he should go to the command deck and see kirk. Surely the tow of them together must have something to say.
He looked into nothingness for a few more moments, then getting up he decided he should make an appearance somewhere other than his office.
Entering the command deck things were as dead up here as they were everywhere else. Kirk could be seen sitting at his desk in his office, the other officers made tasks seems robotic from doing them so much, and the consoles didn't even give such a satisfying beep as normal.
Ko'Vor inspected all the officers work, providing some witty remarks to lighten the mood and correcting a few things the officers had missed. 'Tactical, are shields and weapons on stand bye?' 'No sir' 'Why not!?' 'Well is a diplomatic mission sir, if we were to expect the worst or prepare for it the Gorn would get suspicious, that could be exactly the thing that ruins negotiations.' 'But its just sensible to be ready for battle with such an unknown enemy.' 'Yes but that is not OUR way sir.'
Ko'Vor realized then he still had some bulk of information to learn about humans. But still they were being stupid, anyone with sense would be prepared for any outcome. Ko'Vor turned away from the tactical officer to think. then noticing kirk getting up in his office he guessed he had been spotted. As kirk ascended from the Doors and stairs Ko'Vor looked up and smiled to greet him.
<tag Kirk>
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Post by Lorian Smith on Jan 11, 2006 13:50:56 GMT -5
Lorian Smith Personal Log
Well I have decided not to retire from Starfleet. Thanks to Metrel I was able to take a short leave on the planet. This gave me a lot of time to think and reevaluate my life. I know now that it wouldn't honor my family to leave when I'm needed, so with this information I informed FA Kirk of my decision. Now I have to get my attention to the upcoming Gorn visit. Things aren't as good as I would like them, but I guess now I can help out with things.
End Log
Lorian let out a big breath of air and walked out of his office and towards command. He would need to know everything that would be happening on the station. Even though he wasn't a command officer on DSB, he would be helping them out.
"Commander, here are some of the reports that you asked for," a young ensign said handing about seven PADD's to Lorain.
"Thank you ensign," Lorian said as he began reading the first PADD. It seemed as though it would take a lot longer for the tech guys to fix the Darkhawk. Lorian knew that the distance from Federation space was the major problem with supply shortages.
When he arrived to command Lorian was pleasantly surprised to see his friend Ko'Vor talking to Kirk. Lorian didn't really trust Klingon's, but he would gladly die for this one.
"Ko'Vor its great to see you again," Lorian said walking next to both men.
<Tag Kirk/Ko'Vor>
OCC:Sorry for the lame post, but I need to get back into shape concerning foothold. I agree with FA Kirk' statement, great post Simon.
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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 Jan 11, 2006 17:25:07 GMT -5
Fish had taken Caboose away, and Church was left more or less alone in the crowded bar. A couple Marines from the starbase were there. Church had met them briefly before, but knew little of them more than their names and ranks. McLean did indeed look unhappy. He waved off both a fellow officer and the Ferengi bartender, so Church decided it wasn't the best time to confront him. On his way to a seat he was intercepted by Daya.
"Church, I need to talk to you, but not right now, we can wait," Daya said as the two sat down. oth ordered a drink. "Have you had a chance to meet the station marine officer? Cyle Johnson. I think you two might need to have a talk about your newest recruits? he has experience with troubled officers."
I doubt his officers were this troubled. Or rather, troublesome. "No, I haven't met him. Maybe he could help me with my problem. Do you know if he'll be here tonight?"
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Post by Ko'Vor on Jan 11, 2006 18:57:46 GMT -5
Off, will add to this section once kirk posts the start of the convo between me and him, so that the structure doesn't get confusing. On
ko'Vor had barley had time to talk to kirk before Smith joined them. Somehow it felt like a warm reunion. he was with the two officer he respected most on board this post.
"Ko'Vor its great to see you again," Smith said as he approached the two men. Ko'Vor turned enthusiastically to greet the man. "And the same goes to you my friend, tell me, how are the repairs to your little ship coming along? i haven't had a chance to check up much recently. i apologize for not contacting you sooner." <tag smith>
Ko'Vor turned to face both officers.
"we no doubt have a lot to discuss before the arrival of the gorn. i for once would like to talk about how you would like me to act in these times... as always though the U'Hitar is yours if you need her HAHAHA"
<tag Kirk and smith>
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