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Jackie Clawson

04-03-2008, 20:32

OFF:
Ta, Albert. :) Much appreciated.

wait, we had a track? I thought we were wingin' it 99% of the time! :p

IC:

[[USS Horizon -- CO’s Quarters (presently occupied by Mark Harmon)]]

She could still feel something of him left in the room, and it wasn’t the being growing inside her. It was something else, something that the Caitian struggled to hang on to. to remember. to keep going. but it felt like she was slipping even further down every time she thought she got a solid grasp. She’d even tried venturing outside of the quarters whilst the tournament was on, but decided against it the moment she saw crew rushing about their daily routines.

She remembered the last time she lost someone she loved so much...things were different back then...With Jack and Jennifer, Jackie could, and in fact did, deal with who was responsible for their deaths. But here things were different. Here the Caitian couldn’t do anything other than shy away from everyone around her and drown herself in her own pain...again…lest she do something drastic as killing someone again. Even if last time it warranted it, Jackie wasn’t sure she could control herself and in a fit of desperate grief lash out and destroy everything that she worked for and including everyone around her. she even tried to chase Mark away at first, but he would have any of it. At first, everytime Mark came in, she thought Alex had come back, but the thoughts were tossed aside as quickly as they’d appeared and a little piece of her heart broke off.

It took a while to sink in. At first she didn’t want to believe it, at first every part of her hoped he’d return, that he’d walk through the door and everything would be okay. With every passing moment it never happened it became more real that he wouldn’t be coming back; and Jackie’s heart broke into smaller pieces. Soon after it started feeling as if her world had stopped and the Caitian was lost once again. She tried to keep going on the way back to the Horizon. But it just ate at her until she broke down and fell apart and stayed in the temporary quarters for the rest of the trip not wanting for anyone to see her.

She couldn’t tell how much time has gone by since their return to the Horizon. Jackie spent those days...or was it weeks? Months? she didn’t know...but she spent them burying herself into the covers of the bed or curled up in one of the chairs gazing at something in the distance not acknowledging much from outside. Sometimes she vaguely felt Mark’s presence in the room, hovering over her, trying to get her to eat, talking, trying to get her to talk, sometimes just being there patiently waiting for her to talk, going through somewhat familiar ground in her past.

Her ears flickered as Mark placed a tray of food on the little coffee table by Jackie’s chair. Jackie gulped taking in a shaky breath , Mark didn’t say anything but just took the other chair and sat down patiently looking at the Caitian. She’d lost the vibrancy, the defiance, the carefree attitude and a whole lot more; as if she’s been broken again. Just not at the hands of a Cardassian or a Romulan this time.

Mark let out a heavy sigh wincing inwardly as he recalled everything the Caitian had been through before and after she knew him. Jackie looked up breaking contact with the bulkhead she was having a staring contest for for the past few hours. She mouthed something at Harmon.

“you gotta eat, hotshot. eating for two now” Mark spoke softly nodding at her stomach, glad that the Caitian was at least moving some.

She let out a shuddered breath, shivering despite the warmth in the quarters. Mark frowned; reaching out he placed a hand on her shoulder, Jackie closed her eyes, he could tell she was fighting tears and a vast array of emotions that assaulted her on and off in unpredictable ways. Mark rubbed the bridge of his nose before making his way to her side and gently pulling her into a hug.

“Shh.. it’s okay” he spoke in a soothing tone, feeling a slight de ja vu, only the two of them were twenty odd years younger. She let herself be hugged, staying in his embrace for a while, neither of them saying anything.

“M-mark?” the words came out in a shudder, muffled by Harmon’s tunic.

“Hmm?” He spoke as she lifted up her head, giving him a brief look. she looked like she was going to say something but decided against it, wanting to hide again. “Hold it” he said, “c’mon.” he let her go and reached for a glass of water on the tray “here, at least drink something.” She shook her head, “how’s a trip to sickbay sound like then?” he inquired gently yet forcefully, he nodded at her stomach as if to drive the point across, Jackie twitched slightly, well aware of what consequences would await her if it had to get to that stage.

“Is it that time again?” she asked in a quiet tone as if afraid to speak up for fear of her emotions getting the better of him.

“Uh huh.” Mark responded, a hint of a smile on his lips; they went through this or similar charade every day for the past few days now. At least the Caitian was eating now, reminding her that she was carrying a child, Alex’s child at that, seemed to wake her up a bit, at least enough to eat and on her way to leading a semi normal way of life, albeit still secluded to the quarters. One step at a time, Mark couldn’t exactly complain. At least she didn’t try to off herself this time around, he reminded himself, watching the woman.

She rubbed at her face, for a moment seemingly out of her daze, her emotions under control. She glanced at the food on the plate, nothing heavy that would make her throw up even at the smell. Jackie reached out and took the glass of water from the human’s hand and took a few small sips.

She stared into the glass for a long moment watching the water in the glass before saying anything.

“Remember when I lost Jack and Jenny?” she asked quietly without looking up. Mark nodded even though she couldn’t see it. She took a few sips of the water and set the glass aside. “I don’t know which’s worse” she said.

“Neither” Mark spoke, “everything’s got a reason.”

“What was the reason for that? what was the reason for this…?” Jackie asked.

“Jack and Jennifer, I don’t know. And not like you can ask anyone for an explanation” Mark said, considering that those responsible for the deaths of Jackie's first husband and child have been dealt with, albeit not in the typical way Starfleet dealt with situations like that. “Alex. They way I hear it, what he did, he saved you lot.” Mark added.

“Should’ve been me. Both times.” Jackie spoke.

Mark let out a sigh, not bothering to note that if it was her the first time, she wouldn’t be around for the second time. or that it wouldn’t matter the second time, based on what was going on. Chadwick was out of options when he took that step.

“Stop that” He said as she poked around at the plate of food and tossed a piece of fruit into her mouth. “either way it wasn’t you. There was nothing you could've done both times.” he said. “you’re here. And you’re not alone now.”

She stood up, and placed a hand on a bulkhead of what used to be her ship.

“You’re not done here yet” Mark added watching her.

“I don't know, Mark” Jackie said, placing a hand on her stomach; her heart never stopped aching it seemed, but she could feel a part of Alex still in her. She fell silent, Mark frowned, well aware she was fighting to keep herself under control again. “I dont know” she whispered closing her eyes touching her cheek to the wall and placing a hand onto the wall, trying to feel the ship again, but it seemed different...so… numb. so alien… yet there was a scent of familiarity in there somewhere. It was as if Alex was still here, but on the other side of the wall, just out of her reach. In another world. The world that Venture Star took them to.

A tear slid down her face as the Caitian slid to the floor, her head still touching the wall, her hand still on the structure of the ship holding onto it.

OFF:
Sorry if some of that doesn't make sense; no prizes for guessing where some of that 'inspiration' in the last scene came from. *blames the soundtrack playlist on her iPod*

Kayvin Jal

04-03-2008, 21:07

Kayvin stepped about the Horizon. Intrepid class starship. The design was brand new back when she was in Starfleet, it seemed like the class had aged gracefully.

She ran through the technical specs she remembered, specifically the computer. M-15 Isolinear III Processor… Bio-Neural circuitry. She didn’t know what sort of changes the ship might’ve undergone in seven years. She’d catch up sooner or later.

Back on a Federation starship. Out of uniform, but she’d get used to that. Bartender. She’d have to learn how to mix drinks.

Her duffel bag was light, she basically just had some of the clothes she’d replicated while on Starbase Bravo. No personal items, all of those had been on the Mercury. And they belonged to the other Kayvin. The one being institutionalized on Trill.

She guessed that must mean her shift was a good thing. A chance to let things go down a different path.

Janzie

04-03-2008, 22:47

[USS Horizon - Janzie's Temp(?) Quarters]

Janzie sat at the small table in her quarters willing the bulkhead to turn into a window. She supposed she could go to some place where there *was* a window, but that would mean getting up and not being where she could be found. She did want to be found…didn’t she? The plus side was, between the mess hall incident and having been trusted enough to go down to the planet, she’d been given security guard babysitters since her return to the Horizon. The ship, she recalled, looked a heck of a lot better than when they had left. An amazing amount of work had happened in the two odd weeks they’d been gone on the Venture Star.

Ever since the away mission from the Venture Star had ended though, Janzie had felt a bit of a lost sheep. The two people that were supposed to be her route back to a regular uniform were now either gone or in seclusion. No one had seen hide nor hair of the Caitian since she had been told what was assumed to have happened to Alex. And Janzie hardly knew either Jackie or Alex well enough, nor felt she had the right, to even think about trying to draw her out.

Some of the crew had talked about the bat’leth tournament, and while it sounded interesting, crowds of people and the usually overpowering smell of Klingons in mass numbers didn’t appeal to her at the moment. She’d spent enough time *as* a Klingon, she had no overwhelming desire to be surrounded by them for any length of time. They were an admirable race and she had spent time as one for a very good reason…but maybe next year. The thought of going down to tour spots on earth had its own appeal, but she had decided against that for various reasons too.

So instead she’d helped out here and there on the Venture Star and then the Horizon in various departments, where ever she could be useful, but spending most of her down time alone in her assigned quarters. A lot of people had she imagined. Any trip to the mess hall on the VS (once the bulk head had been repaired) on the way back here had been a quiet, somber affair, at least among the Horizon people aboard. Those that were not from the Horizon however, were equally quiet, if for no other reason than out of respect. Since coming back to the Horizon, Janzie had mostly done the same, but added eating alone in her quarters to the list.

Her forehead wrinkled abruptly under her dark brown bangs when the door chimed. An eyebrow rose as she lifted a high heeled black boot off the coffee table to place it down on the floor to stand up. She hadn’t had many visitors since many of the people she’d met on the VS had gone to the tournament, so who was visiting her now?

The other eyebrow rose to match the first when it turned out to be Leroy. Her ex-husband looked as equally surprised to see her as she was to see him (for the second time...as the first had been just prior to this whole adventure). “You know,” she started, then nibbled on her lower lip for a moment. “I was going to come see you. Really. It was an interesting past 2 weeks…but you probably heard about that already…”

(JP to follow)

off: Yes, Janzie is ignorant that it's really been a year... ;) Just wait....lol

Veska

04-03-2008, 23:32

[Shuttle bay USS Horizon]

Veska stepped off the shuttle and onto the deck of the Horizon. “Ok Veska, let us try not to get kicked off *this* ship shall we?” She bent down to pick up her bat’leth off the top of the pile of things that had been unloaded from the shuttle and a small bag of things that she’d carry to her quarters herself.

A crewman standing near her took a large, lumbering step away from her. Whether that was because Veska was half Klingon and was holding a bat’leth, or because of what she had said, was hard to say. Wouldn’t *he* be surprised the next time he stepped into the Horizon’s sickbay, she thought with a grin.

To be fair, being kicked off the last ship she had been on had not been her fault per say. The true CO had been believed to be dead, and a pataq that had overpowered the second in command (said previous CO’s mate). Veska had been part of the minority of those that had believed the pataq to indeed *be* a pataq and had simply told him so a few too many times. Fortunately for her and her mate, in one of his more ‘sane’ moments he had been talked into just dropping them off at the next star base they had come to and left to fend for themselves.

Much to Veska’s disappointment that had meant by the time they had finally gotten back to what resembled civilization, there had been no way to attend the tourney. The good news though, was that Kral had not been dead and now the pataq that had tried to steal his mate was. Though that had been about the only good news it seemed.

But now, Veska was here, aboard the Horizon, to serve as a Klingon exchange officer in their medical department. It would be a bit of a change, from her previous assignment as a Klingon Qel, but fortunately for Veska she was not foreign to Federation techniques. How quickly the crew aboard would believe that, remained to be seen. She could see them verbally requesting her to use a dermal regenerator on them, and then assume she didn’t know what one was and point it out to her. Maybe she would grab a laser scalpel the first time just to scare them.She chuckled again as she walked down the brightly lit corridors, the light colors a stark contrast to what she had been on the last two years ship wise and the last seven since she’d been on a Federation vessel last.

Veska checked the padd she held for directions and her agenda. She wanted to stow her bat’leth and then find an Admiral Mark Harmon. She frowned a bit as she had hoped that Jackie Clawson would still be in that position, but she was not ignorant of Federation rumors. ‘She’d kick your butt with a bat’leth anyway, Veska’ she thought to herself with a smirk.

<uhm, tag to Mark and or open I guess ;) >

Bettina Cash

04-06-2008, 04:05

~Home

Bettina was glad to be back on Horizon. As much as she liked the Venture Star, this was home. And even better as the wife if the XO! She was anxious to see Buster, but even so, she took the time to catch up to Kayvin.

"Hey, will you need help finding your quarters?" she asked. "I hope they're close to ours. Oh, you really should come by and see my cat. He'd really like you...well, he really likes most people. I missed him!"

TAG
KAYVIN

Kayvin Jal

04-07-2008, 06:48

Bettina was glad to be back on Horizon. As much as she liked the Venture Star, this was home. And even better as the wife if the XO! She was anxious to see Buster, but even so, she took the time to catch up to Kayvin.

"Hey, will you need help finding your quarters?" she asked. "I hope they're close to ours. Oh, you really should come by and see my cat. He'd really like you...well, he really likes most people. I missed him!"

Kayvin smiled, "I think I can find it once I get the room number, I know my way around most Starfleet ships pretty well. I think I'm going to check out the lounge first, see what I have to work with and all. All right?"

She placed hand on Bettina's. "I'll be fine, go spend some time with your husband. She smiled, "and your cat."

Kiara Krezek

04-07-2008, 21:58

[Kiara Krezek’s Personal Quarters]
[USS Horizon]
[0600 hours]

The bags were packed, sitting on the bunk. It was quite unceremonious, really, seeing all her stuff packaged nicely into five little bags and one case for her sword.

Her entire life on the Horizon was on that bed.

Kiara Krezek sighed as she tapped her badge. “Krezek to transporter room. Personal belongings tagged for transport, you may proceed when ready.”

“Yes, ma’am,” the reply came, and then a blue hum came as the belongings disappeared. Kiara didn’t bother looking at them; she just glanced around the room for the last time.

It was her home for two years in linear time – one year, thanks to a little temporal incident – and she had grown familiar with it, but not overly so. Emotional attachment to physical objects like quarters was not in her mind, not after being horribly shattered so many times.

Besides, she had a home.

She was just about to leave when there was a chime at her door. Kiara was puzzled; there wasn’t supposed to be any shipboard business that she needed to attend to before she left, other than to see the CO for retrieving his signature on the transfer orders. “Come,” she said, thinking it was going to be an aide or something of the admiral...

“Hi, sis, did you miss me?” Lt. Jeral Krezek said as he stepped into the room.

“JERAL!” she exclaimed as she grabbed him into a hug. The move was sudden and knocked both of them back into the corridor outside her quarters, squishing Jeral against the opposite bulkhead. Jeral lost the wind in his lungs from the impact, and gasped for air. A couple of PADDs dropped to the ground which he had been carrying.

“I’ll... take that... as a yes,” he wheezed in, trying to catch his breath.

Kiara backed off for a moment, allowing Jeral to bend down and try to recover. She didn’t realize she gave him the equivalent of a flying tackle before she had done so. “I’m sorry, I’m just a little bit... shaken,” she said. “I guess I’m just a little anxious, a little nervous, a little...”

Jeral caught his breath and then took another in and said, “It’s all right. I just spent the past year with Annika, and she’s rougher than you.”

Kiara bent down and helped Jeral with a few of the PADDs that he had dropped. “How is Toran doing, anyway?” she asked.

“Same old, same old,” Jeral replied. He grabbed the last PADD and accepted the rest. “They’re thinking of moving him again, after recent... events.”

“I had heard about his court-martial,” Kiara said. “Busted back down to Captain... what did he do to deserve that again?”

They walked back into Kiara’s quarters, and Jeral rested all the PADDs on the table. “The usual: breaking the Temporal Prime Directive, disobeying orders, firing on a Starfleet vessel, ignoring Level 5 quarantine protocols, theft of Starfleet property, willful destruction of Starfleet property... I think I might be forgetting a few of the charges, but they’re not important.”

Jeral grabbed two of the PADDs and looked them over. “Here, these are yours,” he said after a minute. “I saw the CO’s assistant, gave me that to deliver to you, your transfer orders. The other one... I got asked to deliver that from someone special.”

Kiara glanced at Jeral, then tapped a few times on the second PADD, bringing up the data on it. When she did, there was a tear that came to her eye. “It’s from... Celene,” she said as she read along.

Jeral nodded. “Go on, read it,” he said.

“She waited for me,” Kiara said with a slight sob to her voice. “They’ve got a job for me on the Prometheus, the same ship as her, and they want to continue on with the wedding.” She wiped the tear from her eye and cracked the biggest smile. “Thank you.”

“That’s not all,” Jeral said. “We didn’t know what to get you two for the wedding, but since Celene had to do most of it herself, Toran and I offered to pitch in and do something for you two...”

He fished out of his pocket a small box that he then handed to Kiara. When she opened it, she was stunned. “I-I-“ she stammered.

“Don’t say it, just get to her,” he said. “I’ve got some leave to take in a few weeks; they’ve scheduled it for several weeks from now. I will be there for you, so will Aran, Lokal and Toran. Annika insisted on being a bridesmaid, by the way, so you at least have someone to watch your back. We- oof.”

The last part came as Jeral got hugged again, not as violently as what he originally experienced, but it was sufficient enough for him to stop. He could feel Kiara crying, and he just simply said, “You’re welcome.”

Kiara pulled away and wiped her face. “I’m sorry,” she said, immediately trying to find herself something to wipe up her face with. “I was just-“

“I know,” Jeral said, interrupting. “I’m supposed to be the emotional one, sis. Not you.”

Kiara laughed at that. “I guess you must be going insane over the wash of emotions that I’ve got going on,” she said, trying to compose herself.

Jeral shook his head. “Not really,” Jeral said. “Remember how Toran had that degree in biochemistry? He used some of his knowledge to help the Starbase 503 medical team concoct a neural inhibiting serum that blocks the empathic receptors in my brain. Unfortunately, it means I don’t have the same abilities as you do anymore... but I’m not driven crazy by the emotions of those around me. It’s worked effectively well for the past year and a bit, and I always keep a supply in my quarters, just in case.”

“Guess then you’re all set for... what exactly are you doing here, anyway?” Kiara asked.

Jeral smiled slightly and was a little shy at this particular point. “I’m taking your job here,” he said.

“Really?” Kiara said with a smile. “That’s great! First time since the Highlander that you were able to get back in a department head position, huh?”

“But this time, I don’t plan on letting a little thing like miscarriage and divorce get in the way,” Jeral said. There was a little bit of pain that came to his eyes, and Kiara saw that. She squeezed his hand slightly, and Jeral looked over again, with a forced smile. “We want someone in the Krezek family to be happy, and no one deserves it more than you, big sis.”

Kiara blushed. “Thank you,” she said. “Still, wounds heal with time, Jeral. If anyone knows it, I do.”

Jeral nodded. “Thanks...” he said. He sort of trailed off on the subject, and neither of them spoke for an entire minute, as the weight of what had happened to them both sunk in. Jeral broke the silence and said, “Well, do you want to gussy up and get going? I can walk you to the transporter.”

“Do I look that bad?” Kiara asked.

“You look like you’ve been crying. It’d ruin your rep if you went out like that.”

Bryan_Cash

04-08-2008, 00:47

[Bridge of the Horizon]

Bryan had been going over reports for the last twenty minutes. This was the part of the job his brain had kindly forgotten to remind him of. Finishing off the last report he sent it off to admiral Harmon to inform him of the ships ready status. another half a day and they would be ready to ship out again.

Harmon.....he had been expecting to see jackie back in the center seat...But he did understand why she was ready for that yet.

They had lost a lot of good crew to transfers and reassignments....and had picked up a fair amount of newbies to boot. He regretted losing Major Krezek. She had grown to be an important part of the ship in her short time aboard. with a sigh he leaned over and hit the comm active.

=/\= All hands to ready stations.....prepare for prep drills.=/\=

Bettina Cash

04-08-2008, 03:04

Kayvin smiled, "I think I can find it once I get the room number, I know my way around most Starfleet ships pretty well. I think I'm going to check out the lounge first, see what I have to work with and all. All right?"

"Are you sure?" Bettina looked at her, concerned. "Well, any time you want to come visit, we'd be happy to have you."

She placed hand on Bettina's. "I'll be fine, go spend some time with your husband." She smiled, "and your cat."

"Thank you, Kayvin." Grinning, Bettina kissed her on the cheek, then ran up the corridor. "We'll come see you at the lounge!" she called over her shoulder. "I'm glad you get to be with us!"

Mark Harmon

04-09-2008, 06:50

[[USS Horizon -- Quarters ]]

Mark ran a medical tricorder over Jackie keeping track of her vital stats as she lay on the bed her breathing slightly erratic. These recent events were only the latest and possibly the hardest in more than a decade in the hardships the Caitian had had to face to date. Last time getting her back into Starfleet helped her get back on track faster, this time things were different and even he couldn't say for sure what it was or how to help her snap out of it.

"C'mon snap out of it, hotshot" he spoke closing the tricorder and putting it aside, Jackie held her breath staying silent for a moment as she regarded her former CO, her eyes saying more than she could say in words.

"Can't stay like this forever, y'know"

Jackie sat up lowering her feet onto the floor.

"Not going to" she spoke, Mark almost smiled at that if only it wasn't for a certain edge in her voice.

"Don't even think about it," he warned her.

"I'm not" she said, placing a hand on her stomach as she looked up at Mark. "Right now, I can't face them" she added shaking her head sadly.

"Can't hide for long, even if you're stubborn" Mark remarked.

"I'm not hiding." she protested making her way to a replicator and punching up a glass of cold water. "I just..." she paused downing the contents of the glass in one go, she set it down and punched a few buttons to recycle the container before she continued, "Mark." she turned to face him her arms crossed on her chest all but keeping herself from shivering. "I don't know how I can" she spoke.

"you said the same thing when Jack and Jennifer were killed. you said the same thing after I got you out from Cardassia. you said the same thing..." Mark stopped as the Caitian held up her hand, he changed gears silently chiding himself for bringing up more painful memories for her, even though it was likely those were all things on her mind. "the point is, you did go out there and faced it all again; it took some time, but you did it anyway" he said, "I'm here and will be here until you decide what to do." he added.

She let out a sigh and sat heavily in a chair. Putting both hands over her face, Jackie held her breath as a multitude of thoughts ran through her mind.

"We're set to leave drydock in less than 12 hours, "Mark spoke, "you wanna take her out?" he offered.

The Caitian shook her head, "I cant" she spoke looking his way.

"C'mon you took a squad up and flew a fighter whilst drunk, you're saying you can't handle taking an Intrepid out?" Mark gave her a look.

"I flew it back in upside down!" Jackie retorted.

"You landed it in one piece didn't you?" He smirked, "if you hadn't d'you really think I'd have kept you as Wing Commander following a stunt like that?"

"Hey, I was drunk because all they served at your promotion party was from human origins and apparently i don't tolerate it that well."

"Apparently." Mark was close to smiling; she seemed to have regained some life following just that exchange. So maybe keeping her mind occupied would do the trick, but it wouldn't be a long term solution based on her trying that on the Venture Star before they came back.

=/\= All hands to ready stations.....prepare for prep drills.=/\=

Mark looked up at the announcement from Captain Cash. Jackie took in a short gasp sitting back down.

"I gotta get up there, in case we get any more new crew who need to get cleared" Mark spoke "Offer's still there if you decide to take me up on it. It'll do you good, trust me" he added placing a comm badge in her palm. Giving her a last look and flashing a brief smile Mark disappeared beyond the door leaving the Caitian alone staring at the comm badge in her hand, lost in her own memories and thoughts.

Veska

04-09-2008, 18:22

Off: Dang it... wrong id already...lol

=/\= All hands to ready stations.....prepare for prep drills.=/\=

Veska had been heading for a lift to the bridge to find the Admiral when the announcement rang out. “So much for that idea,” she voiced out loud to no one in particular. It had been her impression that at least for the interim she was acting CMO, so that meant her ‘ready station’ was to be on call in sickbay. She still headed for a lift, but instead of the bridge, directed it to take her near sickbay.

When Veska passed through the doors into the sickbay, she came to a stop. While the place was clean and apparently well staffed, said staff was standing around looking blankly at each other. Almost in unison they turned to look at her in confusion, her Klingon Qel armor on and all, wondering where she had taken a wrong turn to have ended up on the Horizon much less sickbay. At least one of them looked to ask her if she was lost.

Veska looked at them in disbelief for a brief moment before rapidly firing off instructions. First to the computer: “Computer, confirm that Veska Drenada, Horizon ACMO has reported for duty and should be granted all privileges and clearances due that position.”

<Confirmed>

“Now,” Veska said clasping her hands together. “I am fully aware what drills entail, and I am *not* about to have to try to explain why none of you replied to any simulated medical emergencies should they come our way. You all have duties that are assigned during red alerts…so make sure you are ready to carry those out.”

Most of the staff started to scurry off, but a few still looked at Veska like she was an alien they had yet to encounter. “Don’t make me start swearing at you in Klingon…” she warned.

As they too quickly went to ensure their equipment was in order, a grin showed on Veska’s face. Thankfully her human genetics gave her a decent smile verses the grimace/snarl that she would have had to try to explain if she had been full Klingon.

<fake injuries anyone? ;P >

Misty O'Berfern

04-09-2008, 21:21

Transporter Room One {Venture Star}::He was down here,busy transporting the last of the crews baggage,equipment and a few other bits and pieces from here over to Horizon.

It was funny in away,here he was Transporter Chief,and how was he going to get to The Horizon ? By Shuttlecraft along with the other crew members,Shuttlecraft indeed Pah.

He was looking forward to getting in a the Transporters of The Horizon,no doubt they were in need of an overhaul.

=^= Transporter Room One ,Venture Star tae Horizon,that's the last of the gear on its way over now ,Berfern oot =^=.

He made his way to the shuttle craft bay,where he joined MacDonald and a few others on last shuttle to The Horizon.

Bettina Cash

04-11-2008, 02:23

~Sickbay

Drills were a matter of life on a ship and Bettina was used to them. While she had no specific assignment at the time, she decided to head to Sickbay, since she was a med-tech, after all. Entering, she smiled as she spotted Veska. "Hello, Ma'am. Petty Officer Cash..." Then she frowned. "Do I know you, Ma'am? From the Tourney a couple years back, right? Veska?" Her grin widened. "You're assigned to Horizon now?"

TAG
VESKA

Mark Harmon

04-11-2008, 12:28

Kayvin checked out her new territory, the bar and the mess hall. It was... fairly well-stocked. She was disappointed however, to discover that the replicator was locked out.

"Computer, who is the Commanding Officer of this ship?" she asked.

"Admiral Mark Harmon," it responded politely.

"Locate Admiral Harmon, then," she ordered.

"Unable to comply, that function is restricted to authorized personnel."

"You can not tell me how to find the CO?" she asked.

"Affirmative."

Best bet is the bridge, she figured, and headed to the turbolift. The turbolift doors parted... revealing a man with four pips and the familiar gold trimmings of a Starfleet Admiral.

"Are you Admiral Harmon?" she asked, stepping into the turbolift.

Mark raised an eyebrow, the female voice breaking into his thoughts; he glanced at the woman as she entered. The spots on her side were a dead give away to what race she was.

"One and the same" he responded, "and you're Ms..." he trailed off for a moment mentally going through the recent personnel files of new crew that he's had a look over, instantly discarding humans and other species, it was fairly easy to narrow down the list to who stood before him. "Kayvin Jal, I take it?" he added piecing the bits together. "Where's your security escort?" he asked.

"Probably off somewhere, I don't know," Kayvin replied, she hadn't seen the guy since the mess hall. Maybe she had given him the slip without trying to.

"I was looking to find out what a bartender has to do to be able to use the food replicators," she stated.

"Obtain proper access clearance on the ship" Mark replied. The turbolift stopped and the doors parted revealing the bridge. Mark stepped out and motioned for Kayvin to follow him into the ready room.

[Ready Room]

"Extra security measures in place whilst we're in drydock" he noted as he took a seat behind the desk and called up Kayvin's record after motioning for her to take a seat.

"According to Captain Cash you decided to join the Horizon following the last betleH tournament" he noted, "any particular reason?" Mark asked, cutting straight to the chase.

"A place to go and something to do," she replied simply, "So you know, that Starfleet record won't tell you much of anything about me."

"I know" Mark shrugged casually then leaned forward a bit, "so why don't you fill me in." he added.

"Alright," Kayvin replied, "So your record has my Academy days, and that I was assigned to the Mercury. That's all pretty much the same. The record also has a mission in 2377 that was classified by the Department of Temporal Investigations. For me, that mission, which took place seven years ago, took place, about seven months ago. I'm from a slightly different parallel reality... I think, nobody knows the exact details. I'm the only one who saw the sensor readouts during the event... but I forgot them. Anyways... the Kayvin Jal you have on file went on for a while longer in Starfleet, before suffering a mental breakdown, and being interned at a mental institution on Trill. And she's 31 years old, I'm only 24." She smiled, "Understand?"

"Seems to be a trend on this ship" Mark remarked, 'that, and crazies amongst the crew' he thought with a hint of humor. "So in this reality, where were you in the last, seven months?"

"I ended up somewhere near the Raeya system, don't remember exactly where, though I made my way to Starbase Bravo. Was mainly there trying to deal with Starfleet, and the Symbiosis Institute, and all their stuff. Had to resign because Starfleet, under pressure from the Institute, was going to order me back to Trill, where I would have earned a padded room next to the other Kayvin Jal, just in case," Kayvin replied, "They're very protective of their symbionts, don't trust them to take care of themselves."

Mark nodded, Cash seemed to like the woman, and since he was the one who offered her a job down here.."Bartender is it?" He asked, "what are your...other skills?"

"I know a little bit about computers," she replied.

Mark smirked and gave the conversation some thought; then entered something into the computer before replying. "All right, your clearance will be activated in a moment" He handed Kayvin a PADD containing the quarters assignment as well as a number of other things. "Welcome aboard officially. I'm sure you'll fit right in." He spoke.

With a nod, Mark dismissed the Trill from the ready room. Before she even left the Admiral flipped to a series of reports.

OFF: a joint post between the Bartender and the guy who needs a drink. (hey Kavin, could've come in bearing 'gifts' ;) JK!)

Janzie

04-11-2008, 14:14

ooc: That Janzie...yak yak...lol

[USS Horizon - Janzie's Quarters]

<snip>
Her forehead wrinkled abruptly under her dark brown bangs when the door chimed. An eyebrow rose as she lifted a high heeled black boot off the coffee table to place it down on the floor to stand up. She hadn’t had many visitors since many of the people she’d met on the VS had gone to the tournament, so who was visiting her now?

The other eyebrow rose to match the first when it turned out to be Leroy. Her ex-husband looked as equally surprised to see her as she was to see him (for the second time...as the first had been just prior to this whole adventure). “You know,” she started, then nibbled on her lower lip for a moment. “I was going to come see you. Really. It was an interesting past 2 weeks…but you probably heard about that already…”
</snip>

"Uh huh...i heard bits and pieces..." Leroy said, looking at the woman on the opposite side of the doorway.

Over the weeks that she's been gone, oddly enough, he wondered if he'd lost her again, Leroy found those thoughts slightly unnerving considering how rocky their relationship had been in the past. Still it was good to see a familiar face from the past on the Horizon, especially now.

Leroy still buried himself in PADDs assisting Harmon with things aboard the ship still curious to know why the Admiral hung around here. Even now, Leroy was holding a PADD as he stopped by to check up on Janzie.

"What about the other 50 weeks?" He asked putting a hand on the framework of the doorway and giving Janzie one of his 'have you been bonked on the head one time too many?' looks.

Janzie pulled her head back slightly, her eyebrows now furrowed. “What about the other 50 weeks? And why are you looking at me like I forgot your birthday again.” She backed up and offered for Leroy to come inside.

“We left here roughly two weeks ago. On the way out another one of those crazy distortion-thingy waves hit the VS and I helped keep the Major from being sucked out into space, then we got there and Bryan, Commander Chadwick, and I went down to look at this vortex thing,” she paused, “and saw some weird things by they way, something about merging universes. A city that wasn’t there, then was there, then full of people, then full of people running from Borg,” she stopped her aside and continued. “Then the Borg were closing in, both on the ground and the ship, Bryan and I were beamed back, the Commander stayed below.” She paused as she briefly considered yet again if she could have done something differently but came up blank. “All the sudden everything went back to ‘normal’ and we came home. Two weeks.”

Leroy raised an eyebrow, "define normal…" Leroy murmured, he tossed her the PADD "check the date for yourself, you left here last year." he said crossing his arms on his chest and giving Janzie a look.

“Uhm…not being chased around by Borg, or feeling sick to your stomach cause you’re being squished between two or more merging universes, that kind of ‘normal’,” Janzie clarified awkwardly. She looked down at the padd, staring at it for a while.

Letting herself fall the brief distance to the wall she was standing next too, she forced air through her lips almost, but not quite making a whistling sound. “So I *did* forget your birthday…again. Well, technically I didn’t forget it, just somehow managed to get jumped past it,” she amended as a hand came up to scratch the side of her head in confusion. “I’d ah… bake you a belated cake, but you know how well that worked the last time I tried. Course maintenance did verify that it *was* a replicator malfunction and *not* me.”

She lifted the padd for emphasis. “That would also explain why the Horizon made such progress while we were gone, and the change in its location. Had briefly wondered where the army of repair workers would have come from and disappeared to for one little Intrepid.”

"Janzie I've not heard from you in ages and all of a sudden now you're worried about forgetting my birthday" Leroy almost smiled slightly amused as he spoke, "But yes, your two weeks is actually about a year. Sounds like you had fun." he remarked, "I am not sure when the Horizon will be launching" he added. "Or under whose command" he added after a lengthy pause.

“I’m not sure that I’d consider being chased by Borg, have your insides feel like they were twisted inside and out, and have some probe thing practically drilled into the base of your skull as fun, but it was more interesting than some jobs I have done in the past, I’ll give it that,” Janzie replied with a slight bobbing of her head as if agreeing with herself. “As for the apparent fixation on your birthday, it was a slight digression triggered by that ‘you forgot something obvious’ look…but I can stop being nice to you if you’d prefer that; I could forget that we actually did enjoy spending time together once upon a time, maybe some how provide you some justification for why I’ve stayed away for so long,” she added dead pan. “I did actually marry you for something other than citizenship you know. I have missed you.”

She sighed for a moment then shrugged. “She still hasn’t come out of her quarters huh?” Janzie asked in reference to Jackie, but given Leroy’s statement figured the question was already answered. “I suppose that still puts me in limbo.”

Leroy shrugged smiling lightly at her previous comments before Janzie mentioned the Caitian, "I don't know. I haven't seen her. Your best bet would be to talk to Admiral Harmon right now. Unless you want to go find her and talk to her." he noted.

"Wait, " as if an afterthought, Leroy cast a glance her way upon replaying her words in his head again, "I never said I prefer it if you stop being nice to me, if I had, I wouldn't be trying to help you get back in" he noted, "and some justification for why you've stayed away for so long *would* be nice" he noted, "could've at least let me know you were still alive, not just disappear one day with no trace and leave me to face the consequences and the board inquiries following...." he gestured a hand over Janzie as if to indicate it was something to do with what she was passing herself off as at the time.

Janzie frowned and pushed herself off the wall to look out a non-existent window. “Disappearing in the first place was wrong. No matter the promise I made to Zel, it shouldn’t have overrode the one I had made to you. But the longer I kept up the charade the harder and harder it became to break it. After a while I starting thinking that maybe you were better off just thinking I had vanished.” She shrugged.

“But then, the choice was somewhat taken out of my hands. I hardly escaped the consequences and inquiries once the switch was discovered. They were just kept a hell of a lot more private. Can you imagine how much worse it would have been for Starfleet, and for you, if it hadn’t been? Whether we like it or not, shape-shifting races are still pretty low on people’s favorites list and it could have started the witch hunts all over again,” Janzie pointed out. “But the term of my ‘exile’ expired, giving me the option of trying to start over…granted with a few more complications than the last time.” She gestured back to him, reminding him of her belief that he would have had ideas of how to get around those complications if anyone could.

She turned her face back to Leroy. “But you are right. Even before all that, I could have said something to you or at some point before now… even while I wandered the galaxy trying to figure out what to do with myself.” She raised her hands briefly in a gesture of futility. “I told you… a year ago…that I didn’t expect you to forgive me, so I wasn’t even going to ask for it. I half expected you to turn me out on my ear a year ago, since I had deserved it.”

Sighing again Janzie contemplated the ceiling this time. “But yeah, I suppose I’ll have to talk to the Admiral. He’s probably wondering why I am even on board… if he’s even noticed me. He’s probably a pretty busy guy.”

"Oh he noticed." Jenkins replied with a light shrug. "I'm not sure how aware of your situation he is however" Leroy said.

"We'll figure something out once the Horizon's launches" he noted reaching out to pat Janzie on a shoulder. He wasn't sure what else he could say. If anything. Leroy blinked, shaking his head.

Janzie put a smile on her face and looked back at Leroy. “Until then, I’ll just blend in. That is what I am supposed to be good at,” she said with a bit of a laugh, even though she had a promise to keep. “And well, this *is* the Horizon.” She brought a hand up to place over Leroy’s. “Thanks Leroy. You don’t have to do this and yet you are anyway.” Then her grin widened and she patted his hand. “I knew all those things they said about you weren’t true.”

:D

Petty Officer (Second Class) Leroy Jenkins
Admiral's Aide
USS Horizon

&

Grenn

04-11-2008, 22:11

[Bridge]

J'al slid into the helm seat on the bridge, after Cash's call went out. He was on the bridge at the time, but just kind of biding his time. There wasn't much to do while the ship was in dock.

"Helm's standing by at Station Keeping." he said in Cash's direction before sitting back and staring at the console. Literally... there was not much to do at the moment from his chair.

:D

Veska

04-11-2008, 22:35

"Hello, Ma'am. Petty Officer Cash..." Then she frowned. "Do I know you, Ma'am? From the Tourney a couple years back, right? Veska?" Her grin widened. "You're assigned to Horizon now?"

“Bettina!” Veska answered with a similar grin. “I would hope you remembered me. You did invite me to your wedding, and…shopping before hand.” She gave the medic she had been showing how she wanted a specific culture done an encouraging pat on the back and moved closer to Bettina. “You spend a few years in the Klingon Empire and they think you don’t do your homework on Federation advances,” she chided quietly. The medic behind her had insisted she was doing things right and Veska had had to show her the updated protocol before she believed her. “Of course that doesn’t mean I’ve caught up entirely on the last 7 years practically over night,” she admitted.

“But yes, I am aboard the Horizon now, and I would have been at the tourney this year, but,” she paused and grimaced for a moment, “my mouth and my previous ‘superior’ didn’t get along all that well and I had to hitch a ride back to a semblance of civilization and that wasn’t possible until after the tournament nearly over. Then found out I was transferred here.” Veska then shrugged. “But considering I *had* been aboard a Klingon ship, I am lucky to still have my life and my mate.” The rather literal path of succession through the Klingon ranks was not something she was going to miss.

“But enough about me. It’s been a year since I have seen you last. Surely there is a lot that has happened, and I promise you don’t have to tell it in the form of a song,” Veska smiled and realized Bettina was unconsciously or perhaps consciously keeping a hand close to if not on her stomach. “Ah…something for me to look forward to. I didn’t see a lot of pregnant women on a Be’rel,” she laughed.

“Though we could be interrupted at any moment with these drills, tell me what else I have to look forward to aboard the Horizon,” Veska invited.

Robert MacDonald

04-12-2008, 00:34

He was sitting at one of the computer's in the main sick bay as oppossed to being in his office.This time round though he was not feeding data in ,rather reading up on comments from others about those bit which were already declassified.

He turned towards the new ACMO,with a nod,but not getting out his chair;'' I will be around if I'm needed,if not here,then in my office.It's good to being back on board our own ship again.'' With a grin on his face;''Although juding by the clangings.bangings and curses from the Transporter Room,seems the Transporter Chief is happy to be back too ''.

Bettina Cash

04-13-2008, 02:53

~Sickbay

“But yes, I am aboard the Horizon now, and I would have been at the tourney this year, but,” she paused and grimaced for a moment, “my mouth and my previous ‘superior’ didn’t get along all that well and I had to hitch a ride back to a semblance of civilization and that wasn’t possible until after the tournament nearly over. Then found out I was transferred here.” Veska then shrugged. “But considering I *had* been aboard a Klingon ship, I am lucky to still have my life and my mate.” The rather literal path of succession through the Klingon ranks was not something she was going to miss.

"Oh, but I'm so happy to see you!" Bettina hugged her again. "Things have been...rough. It's good to have a familiar face here..." Although she did miss Tanis...

“But enough about me. It’s been a year since I have seen you last. Surely there is a lot that has happened, and I promise you don’t have to tell it in the form of a song,” Veska smiled and realized Bettina was unconsciously or perhaps consciously keeping a hand close to if not on her stomach. “Ah…something for me to look forward to. I didn’t see a lot of pregnant women on a Be’rel,” she laughed.

“Though we could be interrupted at any moment with these drills, tell me what else I have to look forward to aboard the Horizon,” Veska invited.

"Not just me," Bettina declared. "Admiral....Um...Jackie Clawson...er, Chadwick is pregnant, too. She's pretty upset about losing Alex, of course, and I don't think it's good for the baby. You'll have to check on her." She smiled, then winced a little and fell silent as the Counselor spoke.

Robert was sitting at one of the computer's in the main sick bay as opposed to being in his office.This time round though he was not feeding data in ,rather reading up on comments from others about those bit which were already declassified.

He turned towards the new ACMO,with a nod,but not getting out his chair;'' I will be around if I'm needed, if not here, then in my office. It's good to being back on board our own ship again.'' With a grin on his face; ''Although judging by the clangings. bangings and curses from the Transporter Room, seems the Transporter Chief is happy to be back too ''.

Bettina grinned and waited for Veska to reply, then took her hand. "I just thought that maybe...well, it's good to have you here. You can help me keep Bryan in line. He's XO now. I wish he would settle down, but...that just isn't him."

TAG
VESKA

Bryan_Cash

04-13-2008, 12:52

[Bridge Horizon]

Bryan sat in the command chair and was going over the prep drill reports as they came in. All in all the people on the ship we're doing good. A little slow in some areas but that could be attributed to the newcomers learning the ropes so to speak.

=/\=All hands stand down from prep drills..prepare for departure.=/\=

He wasn't sure he liked switching gears so fast on them but out there you never knew when the situation was going to change from moment to moment. If things kept up at the same pace they would be ready to leave within the next hour. A few more checks with base supply to ensure the needed cargo was loaded and they could set out again. It was rough trying to adjust to the fact that almost an entire year had passed since anyone had saw most of them.

The debriefings we're long enough. and the Temporal investigations guys we're a handful. He remembered what the one called wollsey had said.

"We'll determine if it was really a time skip mr.cash......we certainly know how familiar you are with temporal phenomenon."

It was such a condescending remark. He remember how he had to clench his fists to keep from leaping from his chair and throttling the inane little man. shaking off the pent up frustration he turned to Grenn who looked bored.

"Commander let's cut the yard umbilicals and get this thing back under it's own power again." turning back to his seat he tapped the comm button again.

=/\=engineering prepare for internal power start up.=/\=

Grenn

04-14-2008, 20:56

"Right", J'al replied simply.

He pulled up the proper commands and with a few keytaps, the station power disconnected and withdrew, placing the Horizon on backup until the main could be started. It was a funny system he thought. They couldn't start main power until they disconnected from the station and ran on their own reserve. Still... at least they knew the backups worked.

With a microsecond of flicker on all systems, the Horizon went onto its own power. Even though it was backup only. "Station power is away." He said to Cash, behind him. "Only thing holding us here are the moorings and two gangways. All engines are ready to go and reading normal."

:D

Kayvin Jal

04-15-2008, 03:40

ON:

Kayvin headed down to find her quarters, where she was intercepted by the crewman that had been assigned to monitor her, “Miss Jal, please do not escape my sight again.”

“I wasn’t trying to,” Kayvin replied, “Perhaps if you were better at your job, you would have seen me speak to Admiral Harmon.” She presented him with her PADD. “I have clearance.”

The crewman skimmed over the PADD, nodded, then handed it back and walked off.

“Crewman, come back here,” Kayvin stated, it was not spoken as a request. She waited for the man to come back.

“If you read the file on the person you were assigned to monitor, you would know that I could falsify a PADD like this in a matter of minutes, and I was out of your sight for longer than that,” Kayvin stated, “I hope the security of this ship is handled better than that. I expect you to call in to the security office and confirm the clearance number on this PADD as valid.”

He looked slightly flustered, and then called in and verified the number.

“Your clearance is authentic, ma’am,” he stated, “Is that all?”

“Yes. However, if I ever hear of such a breach of protocol from you in the future, drinks will cost you double, is that understood?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied, before hastily walking off.

She continued on her way to the quarters she’d been assigned. Guess the bartender had some authority on a starship.

OFF

Jeral Krezek

04-15-2008, 22:41

OFF: "Plain and simple" my plump posterior.

ON:

[Turbolift]

The transport of his sister away to her waiting transport left Jeral Krezek free to get acquainted with the ship.

The first stop had been the security office - nice and nondescript, the way he liked it. The next was the labs, where forensic research would eventually be done. They met with his standards, and then the next was to check in with the CO... or whomever was in control of the Horizon at the moment.

Jeral had heard that there was some confusion surrounding the CO of this ship. There was an admiral and a captain around the ship. Something about another admiral that had retired or something to that effect... Jeral was confused. He decided some of those questions were better left to ask in person.

He was quickly reading over a PADD of the security instances onboard the ship. There were quite a few... referring to the new security protocols that Admiral Harmon had implemented, there had been a spike recently. The security instance report went from a few items to two pages, and Jeral noted that most of them were minor. He'd do a more detailed scan of the crew lists later for repeat offenders and people he would have to watch out for.

The lift stopped, and Jeral stepped to get off...

...only to be cut off by two security guards.

Jeral looked up from his PADD and focused on the two. They were tall, imposing, but the rank on his collar should prove who he was. Why won't they step aside? he pondered to himself as he spoke. "What's going on here?" he asked.

"Security protocols, sir," the one on the right said. "We can't let you on the bridge without express authorization from Admiral Harmon that you are allowed on Deck 1."

Jeral guffawed. "You have GOT to be kidding me," he said. He thought for a second. "So where's the Admiral?"

"In his Ready Room."

"And in order for me to get to the Admiral to get authorization to come onto the bridge, I have to see the Admiral. If he's on Deck 1 at all, I cannot get to him. Do you not see my dilemma?" Jeral asked. He motioned forward.

The security guard placed his hand on his phaser as Jeral stepped forward. "Please do not do that, sir."

Jeral looked down at the phaser, then back at the two guards. He backed down. "All right, then..." he said. "What are your names?"

"Roberts," the one on the left spoke.

"Gilmore," the one on the right spoke.

"All right, I'll put you down on report for not letting your new boss onto the bridge when he's" - he was interrupted by Cash's call for a drill - "needed on the bridge. Right. Now are you going to let me through?"

"Sir, if you do not return to the turbolift, we are authorized to take you into custody," Roberts said.

Jeral was amused by this statement. "So, let me get this straight... you want to arrest me on my first day on the job?" he asked. "Did I step into some sort of weird anomaly where the Federation doesn't exist or something?"

Gilmore pulled his phaser. "Sir, we're placing you under arrest. Please come with me."

Jeral raised an eyebrow. He was finding this more amusing by the minute, and would be one heck of a story to tell to Kiara about her security people once he was off-shift... "All right..." he said as he turned back to the turbolift and departed with the security officer.

OFF: The humor in getting arrested within the first post that I do as Jeral exclusively was too much to pass up.

Veska

04-16-2008, 01:59

Bettina grinned and waited for Veska to reply, then took her hand. "I just thought that maybe...well, it's good to have you here. You can help me keep Bryan in line. He's XO now. I wish he would settle down, but...that just isn't him."

“Men are like that,” Veska replied with a chuckle, “or married ones at least.” She had at least done cursory glance at the rest of the medical staff and noted that the male in earshot was not married that she knew of. “I’d prefer mine would stay put as well, and yet he’s off on another of his assignments again. But XO huh? That is certainly going to keep him busy.”

She replayed Bettina’s comment about Jackie and found herself slightly in the dark. “I’m afraid the Horizon’s last mission is one of those PADDs I haven’t been able to take more than a passing glance at unfortunately, and having missed the tourney I missed out on all the rest of the gossip pertaining to the Empire and the Federation alike. But it sounds like that may be one of the PADDs I should read first.” She turned around and started back towards the office to find the PADD in question.

“I just hope the Transporter chief isn’t TOO happy and over does it. I am not in the business of chasing people down and I have yet to hear of a cure for people not listening to their own bodies,” Veska informed Robert as she passed by his chair.

She quickly found the PADD as it had been the next one in the list and leaned against the desk as she read. Her expression darkened as she read about the loss of Alex that Bettina had mentioned and how Jackie had yet to come out of her quarters since. There were a few notes relayed to the medical staff via the Admiral who seemed to be the only one she would talk to right now. “It would seem I may have to make an exception to that chasing down rule,” she voiced to Bettina.

“Dr. MacDonald,” Veska said stepping back to the door frame, “has your department had any luck speaking to Ms. Clawson, er Chadwick?”

Robert MacDonald

04-16-2008, 19:18

He looked up from the computer station;'' I am at this moment preparing notes and will be going to see her shortly.We have only just made it over from the Venture Star,but I am making her a priority case.If you will excuse me for just now,I will head to her quarters just now,and see how we can help her,if only there was some way of bringing him back.''He paused momentarily;''I don't know like perhaps retrieval from the transporter pattern buffers,I am merely clutching at straws here.If there is anything else you want dealt with first,or shall I be on my way ?''

There was a part smile on his face at her mention of the ways of married males versus unmarried,and so far he had been lucky in escaping the fate of those in the former group.

Misty O'Berfern

04-16-2008, 19:28

Transporter Room One [Horizon]::Here he was another ship,another set of bairns to look after.It was a good job the transporters were not going to be needed in a hurry,as he was up to his fetlocks in data chips and piles of wires,included amongst this pile were some which had been ''salvaged '' from the Venture Star.
''Ach wid ye look at the state of yon,I winder when this lot last had and overhaul.nae for a long time I 'm thinking.''

He had not quite got to the stage of putting everything through the sonic showers for cleaning,but the thought was there;''If this lot had been left ony longer,there wid be cobwebs here nae doot.Ach ma poor bairns,I'll soon hiv ye up an' running a treat''

The task of reassembling the various components was under hand ,sort of,and of course there was still the matter of Transporter Room Two to be dealt with,but after he had finished with the first lot it would be off to the Mess Hall for something to eat and drink.

Bryan_Cash

04-18-2008, 00:46

[Bridge Horizon]
[Two minutes to departure]

Bryan stood behind Grenn and watched as the last of the cargo shuttles zoomed away from the ship. The ship was finally back to the way she was meant to be. Her hull was smooth and blast hole free. The interior damaged was gone with no trace that it had ever happened. Heck even the carpet smelled good in the ready room.

The Horizon was buttoned up and ready to move out. turning and walking back to the command chairs bryan sat down and turned to Admiral Harmon.

"All stations report ready sir and we're cleared with the dock to depart." Leaning back he let a satisfied smile spread across his face.

"Well then Mr.Cash...take us out." Harmon patted the new "old" XO on the shoulder and settled into his chair.

Bryan stood and walked forward a bit. Helm ahead full one quarter impulse power.

TAGS: :)

Beth

04-20-2008, 15:53

[Shuttlecraft Apollo]

Beth sat in the shuttle on her way to meet up with the USS Horizon , she was being assigned there as the Assitant Chief of Security and so far things were not looking good for her. Her orders said she was to report for duty 8 hours ago, and here she was stuck with an idiot of a pilot that had taken them to the wrong ship twice now. If he got it wrong this time she was gonna shoot him and fly this thing herself, she was not looking forwards to reporting in to either her Boss or the Admiral right now.

She was getting angry now and that was not good, "Ensign whats our ETA." she asked in a cold tone.

The pilot replied in a rude tone "10 minutes now quit bugging me Ma'aM."

Beth was getting angrier by the second, there would be a full report going in about this mans incompitance and attitude. "Mind your Manners Ensign." Beth stood and collected her bags ready to disembark then sat down again, she didn't have much with her as she never seemed to stay on any one ship very long. Until she made it past the 18 month mark she would not bring any personal effects aboard, there was no point.

"We're about to dock." the pilot called back.

"Thank you, are we at the correct vessel this time?" she asked coldly.

"Yes we are, thankfully." he said in the same rude tone he had used constantly through the trip.

Beth did not bother with a retort this time she just waited for the shuttle to land so she get off and get away from him before she ended up in the brig for hitting him.

Once the door opened hse disembarked and walked over to the two security guys that were on duty here, she handed them her orders and the one on the left an Ensign read them and frowned. "Ma'aM you only just made it before we left, we are due to leave any minute now. Well you had best go and report in, you will find the new Chief in the Brig and the Admiral is in his ready room. Your best chance right now though would be the brig as no-one gets on the bridge without the permission of the Admiral himself." he stated as he handed her orders back to her, she could see there was something he was not telling her as he fought to keep himself from laughing.

"Thank you Ensign .. . . .what is your name?" she asked.

"Sorry Ma'aM Ensign Stone Ma'aM, and this is Cadet stevens Ma'aM" he replied apologetically.

"Very good well carry on with your duties, oh and ensure that fool of a pilot leaves before we do." she said as she headed for the shuttlebay doors, she stopped to look at a deck plan and then headed for the brig.

Bettina Cash

04-22-2008, 05:17

~Corridor near the Brig

"Very good well carry on with your duties, oh and ensure that fool of a pilot leaves before we do." she said as she headed for the shuttlebay doors, she stopped to look at a deck plan and then headed for the brig.

Buster was on the prowl. He had his ways of getting out of confinement, and now the ginger tom cat trotted along the corridors, stopping to get his ears scratched by crew members that knew him, or to rub along the legs of anyone who would stop long enough. As he explored the halls, the tag on his collar announcing that he belonged to Bettina Cash tinkled against the comm badge that he also wore so that he could easily be hunted down when he escaped.

When a new scent caught his nose, he made a b-line for it, darting into the woman's ankles, then circling around to stand in front of her and look up. "Pppprrrrrrooow!" For emphasis, he raised a paw and gave her the most pathetic look his golden eyes could muster.
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TAG
BETH

Beth

04-25-2008, 00:28

On:

Beth was walking along the corridor towards the brig when she saw a cat come towards her, as she tried to side step it it wound between her feet and then sat infront of her.

"Hmm and just who do you belong to mr cutie." she said as she bent down to stroke him and pick him up.

Buster arched his back at her touch, his purr getting louder, then, when she picked him up, he started to knead whatever he could get to while he rubbed his face on her chin. "Mmmrrrrrllllllowl!"

Beth smiled and scartched between his ears and round under his jaw, "Hmmm you are a softy aren't you." she said as she headed for the brig with the cat in her arms.

Buster was in Buster-cat Heaven! He love new people and even more, getting scratched. He settled contendly in her arms, his eyes closed as he continued to knead her arm, only gently using his claws.

Beth grinned down at the ginger cat "I bet your owner is going to be looking for you." she said as she entered the Brig still scratching the cat's ears.

=^=Buster?=^= the comm badge on the cat's collar spoke. =^=If anyone can here me, can you tell me where the silly cat is?=^=

Beth touched the comm badge round the cats neck, " Miss Cash your cat is in the Brig, please come and collect him as soon as possible."she said and then not seeing anyone of either equal or higher rank than her in the office she took a seat to wait for Busters owner to arrive.

Content, Buster curled on her lap, his paws still making a kneading motion for a short while before he fell asleep and his purr died down. He didn't even look up as Bettina entered. "What did he do now," the young woman asked as she stepped into the brig. "I hope I have enough to bail him out?" She smiled brightly at Beth.

"He seems to of taken a liking to the new ACSO." she said with a smile as she softly stroked his fur.

Bettina laughed. "He likes anyone who will pet him. I'm not sure how he escaped this time. Bryan may have let him slip out." She looked at the cat, the to Beth. "I'm Bettina Cash, the Admiral's...um, Jackie Clawson's personal aide...Bryan Cash is my husband."

Beth smiled and held her hand out to shake with the other woman's, "Hello Bettina I am Elizabeth Chant the new Asst Chief of Security, nice to meet you and Buster here. You wanna take him home and put him safe." she said with a smile as she picked the sleeping cat up from her lap and handed him to Bettina.

Bettina took Buster, who didn't even wake up, but remained limp as she cradled him. "Thank you for looking out for him. I try to keep him in, but he's an escape artist. That's why I finally got him a comm badge. Worse comes to worse, I can beam him to me." Smiling, she stroked the cat affectionately. "It's good to meet you, Lieutenant. This isn't going on Buster's record, is it?"

"No I will let him off this time, but next time I might just put him in the brig." she replied grinning.

"Oh, that would teach him! No pats and no freedom." Bettina grinned. "Thank you again, I really appreciate it. And welcome to the Horizon. She's got a good crew. I think you'll like it here. Are you doing anything for dinner?"

"I honestly don't know, I need to find my Boss first and report in. As I am late who knows what he is going to have me doing." she said with a cheeky grin.

"Well, I'll call you later and see what you say. Good luck with your boss. He's new, so I can't give you any advice on him." Bettina smiled. "It was good meeting you. And thanks again."

"Nice meeting you to, look forward to hearing from you later." Beth said as she turned to one of the other security officers, "Ok Petty Officer where is the Chief I was told he was here." she said her tone one of authority.

"Ma'aM he is in the brig under arrest awaiting the Admiral." The older man replied.

"Oh great." she said as she walked through to the cell area.

Tag Jeral Krezek

A JP between

Bettina Cash

and

Buster

and

Veska

04-25-2008, 03:39

'' I am at this moment preparing notes and will be going to see her shortly. We have only just made it over from the Venture Star, but I am making her a priority case.If you will excuse me for just now, I will head to her quarters just now, and see how we can help her, if only there was some way of bringing him back.'' Robert paused momentarily; ''I don't know like perhaps retrieval from the transporter pattern buffers, I am merely clutching at straws here. If there is anything else you want dealt with first, or shall I be on my way ?''

Veska shook her head, declining to speculate what the smirk on his face was about. “No, there is nothing I want dealt with first. I am just concerned as any medical professional should be. But my area of specialty is her and her offspring’s physical health. I will leave the mental health to you.” Her face frowned slightly as she could only speculate what the Caitian was probably feeling.

“My knowledge of transporters is limited, but I’m pretty sure that if there had been a way to bring him back, it would have been attempted. Though the transporters may have been my first guess as well, but I’ve only heard of pattern buffers being helpful if there was something already IN the transporter buffer. Otherwise what the transporter has is just a scan of a single point in time, not something of substance you can really create something from nothing.” She sighed. “Perhaps someday that will be possible.”

“I’ll leave you to your work. But if you happen to get a medical scan of our patient while you are visiting with her, I’d certainly be interested in reviewing it,” Veska replied before heading back in to the medical office. She had a lot of reading to catch up on and the sooner she got it over with the better. At some point she would need to check in officially, and now that the ship was getting under way, in theory there would be opportunity for that. She would send a note to the Admiral to schedule a meeting with him. No doubt he was a busy man.

Veska settled into the chair behind the CMO desk. From the reading she had done before now, the Horizon was an interesting ship to say the least. She had an odd feeling that she should enjoy herself here…or at least be entertained. She’d also get to know her crew mates well, though larger than her previous assignment, and Intrepid was still a ‘small’ ship as far as most Federation ships went. And no doubt she’d learn just how many of her crew mates had sickbay-phobia too.

Mark Harmon

04-25-2008, 23:35

[[USS Horizon - Bridge]]

Mark nodded, satisfied, as Bryan gave the order, his only regret was that the Caitian sitting at the helm wasn't Jackie and he was running out of excuses to give those who asked about her well being. There was only so much he could do for her medically as well given his limited expertise in the area; sooner or later sickbay'd want to have a closer look at her and the child she carried. The man frowned slightly then just as soon as it appeared the frown was gone.

"Once we clear the drydock. Let's see what she's got," Mark spoke, "A year in drydock, better damn well have made some noticeable improvements to the boat"

He stood.

"Mr Grenn, we'll start with flight ops. Show us what you got," he paused, "just try not play tag with any passing ships" he added, "and remember, it's a starship not a fighter." though the human was wondering if he was wasting his breath on mentioning that to any of his pilots who clocked up a ton of hours behind a fighter's controls as well, especially Caitian pilots. "Engineering, keep an eye on all systems." he called out,

"Tactical, ready weapons soon as Mr Grenn finds us an asteroid field to target practice with..." he trailed off mid sentence noticing that no one was manning the security/tactical station. He made his way from the center of the bridge.

Jackie couldn't have been doing things *that* differently, could she?

"Isn't someone supposed to be manning the station?" he called out as he put a hand on top of the console deck.

There were a few murmured "yes sirs" followed by a number of looks exchanged between some of the crew.

"I don't recall an invisible chief of security being assigned to the Horizon," Mark began, 'and I wouldn't be the least bit surprised given the bunch of crew we've got so far' he thought. "so where is he?" he turned to face the viewscreen for a moment just as the turbolift doors slid open.

"Brig" someone called out.

"Mr Jenkins?" Mark turned to face the Aide , querying him for a further explanation with a look.

Leroy passed over a PADD, Mark skimmed it through his eyebrows shooting up as he read the explanation. He did a doubletake of the PADD reading it through again, silently wondering if this was someone's idea of a joke.

'I need a drink' he thought to himself not realizing he managed to say it outloud too.

"Sir?" Leroy spoke, "Alcohol is prohibited whilst you're on duty, I'm sure I don't need to tell the Admiral that" he added.

Mark gave him a look.

"Get someone down here to cover, I'll go have a word with the chief." he said stalking over to the turbolift and punching up the call button.

"Do the majority of my chiefs of security and tactical have to end up in the brig before they even start their first shift?" he wondered outloud shaking his head.

"For the record, Sir, I was 'kidnapped' by you." spoke a familiar voice as the turbolift doors parted fully.

Mark smirked, the smirk growing into a smile at the sight of Jackie, albeit in a civilian garb and sporting a slight bump in her stomach area; she still had the sad look in her eyes if you looked close enough and knew her well enough and what to look for; but otherwise the Caitian seemed to be faring up all right.

"uh-huh. See how far I go to get good crew?" he said deciding not to trample over possibly recently re-openned old wounds given Jackie's past and the recent happenings. lest she have a relapse and retreat to the quarters for another week.

"Oh I don't know" Jackie shrugged as she stepped out of the turbolift, "majority of mine seemed to have followed me or other crew members from the tournament" she said.

"That might explain a few of the quirky ones then" he noted dryly, albeit with a lot of humor in his tone.

"Oy!" she held up a hand, then just as easily switched subjects "since you're a man short, mind if I... " she nodded at the security console.

"Go 'head" Mark nodded, "Captain Cash. You have the bridge" he announced.

Before the turbolift doors shut and the lift sent the Admiral to his destination, Harmon tossed a quick re-asurring smile to Jackie who nodded back at him returning a small smile of her own before settling infront of the tactical console.

"Right, at least this one's not a full blooded Klingon" he muttered recalling the time the new chief of security on the Rayden who ended up in the Brig before the ship even got out of drydock. Klingons and Federation Starship Brig never made a good match.

OFF:
tags: Grenn, show us what you gots. and tags to anyone else on the bridge at the moment, ehrm.. we dont' have anyone in engineering, right?

Shakedown, baby. :D let's have something fall off and have Cash go "what was that?" then blame Grenn for breakin' it :p

Grenn

04-27-2008, 10:40

[USS Horizon - Bridge]

Watching the Admiral leave the bridge and leaving Cash in command,'al momentarily wondered if the order to leave had been given. Seeing as the Admiral trailed off in mid-instructions, he decided to throw caution to the wind. He wanted to fly.

"I guess that means I can go." J'al said to nobody in particular as he cleared the mooring lines and engaged Impulse. He figured that being the 2nd highest ranked officer on the bridge would be a valid excuse to take initiative in firing up the engines anwyay.

On the way out, he rolled the Horizon 90 degrees to port while still inside the dock. There was plenty of room, but he wanted to make their exit special. After pausing the roll momentarily at a perfect 90 degrees from where they started, he continued it to port until the ship was back to standard. As son as it was there, he engaged the warp engines at Warp 1. With perfect timing, the ship jumped right as it came back to the standard plane.

He laughed to himself as he spoke again to nobody in particular from the console. "Actually.... it's a starship and a fighter. As long as I'm at the helm."

OFF: :)

Jeral Krezek

04-29-2008, 22:49

[Brig]

Jeral Krezek was used to being alone and having no one to talk to... and prisons from the side of the detainee. Came with the upbringing.

What he wasn't used to was the fact that this was supposed to be his brig to stand on the other side of the forcefield, looking with contempt upon whom was in the brig, or trying to talk some reason into a rule-breaker. Eventually, he'd look back in on this and the irony and laugh, but the more he thought about it, the more pissed he became.

A beep went off, outside the cell, and Jeral looked around. He knew what the sound was; he had it with him to remind himself whenever it was time for another dose of his medication. It was coming from his jacket's inner pocket, lying on the table beside the guard. The guard looked over to the jacket, but since the beeping stopped within short order, he ignored it.

"Excuse me?" Jeral asked. "That was a reminder to take my medication."

"I am under orders from the admiral, sir, to not provide you with anything until he authorizes it," the brig guard said without batting an eyelash.

"Oh, what, am I going to blow up the ship?" Jeral asked sarcastically. "It's a bloody medical condition that I have. Call the doctor. Call a nurse. Call a medic. Hell, call a med student, I don't care. They can look up my history and tell you that."

"I'm sorry sir, I can't do that," the guard repeated.

"Fine," Jeral said, sitting down on the bench-bed. "If I start having seizures, please ask someone in medical to give me that hypo. Otherwise, you might find me in a coma."

There was no response from the guard. Jeral made a mental note to give that guy a commendation for not speaking before talking to him about his actions towards prisoners. It was almost "cruel and unusual", defined. He turned his body around and lay down flat on his back, staring at the ceiling and began to hum to himself...

The humming helped him concentrate on keeping the feelings out.

There was a slight hiss, and he caught the tail end of a conversation:

"Ma'aM he is in the brig under arrest awaiting the Admiral." The older man replied.

"Oh great." she said as she walked through to the cell area.

Jeral Krezek just stayed lying down while the newcomer came around to his cell, just waiting for the person to announce themselves, and just kept humming towards the ceiling...

<TAG/JP?>

Misty O'Berfern

05-01-2008, 11:53

Transporter Room One::The overhaul of the systems complete,he decided to leave Room Two alone for just now.Again satisfied with job in Room One,there were more ''extras'' to add to the collection.He was working on fine tuning intraship beaming,and for emergencies only tying in the Transporter to voice control with key areas of the ship,Bridge,Brig and Sickbay.Of course it was an untested system,and he was the type who wouldn't allow anyone to try something with his Bairns that he himself had not attempted first.

It was therefore for that reason ,that he stood on the Transporter Pad,and called out;''Sickbay''.There were two reasons for this ,one to test the new upgrade and secondly to go get a check out by med team,before they hounded him.Besides which ,had he himself not just finished giving his Bairns their equivalent of a medical ?

...There was the distinctive shimmer as the beam carried him from the Transporter to Sickbay,where his arrival,and secondary reason would no doubt be a surprise to the med team.
TAG..Whoever is in SickBay

Leroy Jenkins

05-01-2008, 16:45

[[ USS Horizon - Bridge ]]

Leroy watched and heard the exchange between the Admiral and the..former Admiral his curiosity piqued at what he's heard. The two went back a long time, but this seemed more than a typical crewmember / former CO exchange, yet there was nothing in the Admirals' records to connect the two. nothing that Leroy had access to anyway.

Leroy heard the Admiral say something about not full blooded Klingons, the man raised an eyebrow. ' we did have one or two roaming the ship' he thought, briefly being reminded of the one who always drunk and staggered about yelling at people. Part of him missed the burly Klingon, even if Leroy was slightly scared for his life when the Klingon told him to go back to his quarters and called him non essential personnel. 'I'll show you non essential next time you try to book an appointment with the Admiral' Leroy thought to himself. He may not have been essential to the ship, but the man was definitely an essential part of the Admiral's life. if he weren't Starfleet would call it something other than "Admiral's Aide". though even Leroy himself was still not sure what he did to deserve to get stuck on a ship as crazy as the USS Horizon.

He glanced at the Caitian manning the security console; she seemed engrossed in her task and just at home with that console as she was when she piloted the Horizon; Jenkins shook his head, but at least she was a civilian now, so it's not like he could point out it wasn't too becoming of a Commanding Officer let alone an Admiral to do such duties whilst the ship had the crew to carry out the duties.

Leroy let out a breath and made himself scarce off the bridge to carry on his duties.

Jackie Clawson

05-01-2008, 16:56

[[USS Horizon - Bridge ]]

Jackie's fingers danced over the controls bringing up all the systems. It's been a while, she blinked back the headache as she ran preliminary tests and smiled as they all showed everything running at peak efficiency. Given that the ship had just left drydock after a year of being parked there, it had better be peak efficiency...

Her ears picked up Grenn's words, Jackie smirked, wishing she was at the controls, but at the same time unsure if she was ready to take that step, the step where everything was back to normal...or as normal as it could get anyway.

"Yes well, remember who put you there," she murmured in Caitian good naturedly. "She's a starship and a fighter with either of us at the helm" Jackie added in Federation.

"now find me something to shoot to test the phaser arrays and the targetting computers" she added, oblivious to the fact that she may have sounded a bit out of line with the order, given that it wasn't her ship to command anymore.

She focused on the controls in front of her joining the chaos that was the bridge of the USS Horizon.

OFF: tag Grenn. take us to an asteroid field or better yet.. romulus, lets' start a war! ..JK....maybe.... gotta test the shields and weapons. and show us more of yer flyin'. :P

Robert MacDonald

05-01-2008, 20:27

Heading towards the turbolft,padd in hand his destination was the crew quarters.Hopefully his intended victim was in the mood for talking now,afterall she had been locked away,self imposed for the few days since they got back to the Horizon.

In away that made his task in hand that bit easier,as at least he knew where she would be,and not be the bane of the medical staff 's lives like so many who are near impossible to track down ,then get a hold of as it were.

He was as well as the padd,carrying a med scanner too,afterall the ACMO had asked if he could get a reading too.

All he had to do next was work out how to operate it,was it button one and three,or the big green flashing one he pressed ?

Grenn

05-02-2008, 05:44

[[USS Horizon]]
[[Bridge]]

J'al was probably the only person on the bridge that heard and understood what Jackie said. Despite being across it from her, he could hear just fine.

"Maybe.... but who's sitting at the controls?" he said good naturedly over his shoulder, also in Caitian.

"There's a nice sized asteroid belt in the Cau Tai system. I can be there in about 20 minutes if I change course now, like I already am." he said, turning the ship in warp just sharp enough to cause a slight lean from every crewmember to port. Such things gave him a fair amount of sadistic pleasure.

"See? This baby can take an 81 degree turn at Warp 9.14 without even shuddering." he said proudly.

Bryan_Cash

05-03-2008, 03:28

[USS Horizon]
[Bridge]

Bryan had been sitting in his chair silently for the most part. The ship was starting to feel somewhat like it's old self again and that made him smile.

"Make course to Cau Tai then commander." Bryan called out while holding on to the arm of his chair while the inertial dampeners tried to keep up with grenn's maneuvers.

hopefully the shakedown wouldn't take to long. Then they all could get back to the first duty of exploration. Something bryan had been missing for a long time.

"Let's open her up on the way and give the core a good shakedown."

Kayvin Jal

05-03-2008, 03:40

Drills. The most active time for a starship’s crew. Everyone engaged in practicing their crafts. Except her.

Kayvin Jal was seated behind the bar, alone. Nobody was in the mess. She shuffled around some bottles beneath the bar until she found something that looked interesting. She had no idea what it was, but she felt drawn to it.

A glass wasn’t too hard to find, so she poured herself a small amount. Kayvin swished it around lightly in the bottom of the glass for a moment, examining the pink-orange beverage, before taking a drink.

Strong, but bearable. Decent flavor. Still no idea what it was though. She poured a bit more. Drank a bit more. Poured a bit more.

This continued for a while, until she was at least mildly inebriated. She closed the bottle, and stowed it away, there was still some left. A few moments later, she got up and stumbled slighty as she entered the corridor.

OFF: If anyone heads out by the mess hall corridor (deck 2 or 3 or something), feel free to hit me for a JP, or just respond or something, otherwise I’ll pick this up later.

Bettina Cash

05-03-2008, 04:50

~Corridor

Carrying Buster in her arms, Bettina was making her way back to her quarters when she noticed Kayvin staggering along the corridor. She changed course to intercept her friend, frowning.

"Kayvin? Are you all right?" She reached with her free hand to help steady her.

TAG
KAYVIN

Grenn

05-03-2008, 06:50

[[USS Horizon]]
[[Bridge]]

"Open it up, we shall." J'al said, pushing it to warp 9. "We just passed warp 9.... 9.3.... 9.6... 9.8...." he ticked off, as it increased quickly in speed.

"Aaaand...... 9.92." he said proudly as the ship responded smoothly. He began to nudge it up slowly even farther. "9.93....9.95...9.97..... 9.975." he said again with pride, as the Horizon rumbled a bit at the high speed. But then again, it was approaching the transwarp barrier and such an approach was bound to get bumpy.

"Actually.... we're about there." he said, referring to the system they were heading to. He had not been expecting to open it up past 9.2 at this point. A few moments later, he dialed back the controls for a stepped warp drop. First, he switched to Warp 6, then to Warp 2 for the briefest of moments, dropping out just inside the system's outer edge. "Moving in at full Impulse." he said, engaging the drives which responded instantly and sent them on their way.

OFF: Someone can get us there. It's all good ;)

Jackie Clawson

05-03-2008, 08:28

OFF:

'Introducing' the new chief engineer PCC; I blame Janzie for this. (not to mention a few other....influences) but mostly Janzie. ;)

ON:
[[ USS Horizon - Deck 11 - Main Engineering]]

From the moment he walked into main engineering, the man knew he would be out of place here; white shirt, deep dark red tie, dark blue suit, sneakers and a long brown coat that clearly labeled him as non Starfleet. But then he should be used to it by now given his years of work as a civilian with Starfleet, right? But this crew already knew who he was, even if some officers had a problem with it (and he knew there would always be that chance), they would still be taking their orders from him now.

Yet despite his age and years of experience, he took all things in with a smile and a cheerful attitude, skinny, dark eyed, an unrully mop of hair on his head, quirky character in places; that may have been the reason he never got into Starfleet, as brilliant a mind as he was. Of course there may have been other reasons for him not getting into Starfleet... Space was home away from home, exploring the unknown, going on adventures; main engineering, the core was the place for him to work his own brand of magic and ensure the heart of any ship (or fighter) was in tip top condition at all times.

Engineering crews rushed all around him, PADDs, tools in hand; fixing this and that, ensuring that everything on the ship was running smoothly, especially right now. the shakedown cruise… It was as if he was a little kid, staring up at the blue glow of the warp core. There was something about it that made him want to reach out and touch it, for he knew he was looking at the heart of the starship right there.

“Ohhh she’s a beauty, innit she?” he spoke to no one with awe in his voice as he paced around, looking at the core from all the angles he could.

“er…. Sir?” an Ensign stopped, giving him a ‘what are you talking about’ cursory glance before quickly replacing it with a look of attention. This was his first posting, and generally it wasn’t a great start to one’s career if you thought your boss (never mind the whole ship) was a bit...abnormal and let them know that.

"Look at her" the man grasped the Ensign by the shoulders and turned him to look at the core, "ain't she something?" he enthusiastically spoke half shaking The Ensign in his grasp.

"Err.. yes sir..." The Ensign spoke, shifting uncomfortably under the grasp of the Chief Engineer.

The man in the coat released him and waved an arm, “carry on” he spoke casually; before clasping his hands behind his back and taking a deep breath looking up at the core with a big smile on his face, once again getting lost in sights and sounds of the glowing core as it drove the ship forward.

The Ensign shook his head moving on giving some thought to what sort of nut jobs just were on the Horizon..., and those sneakers really didn’t go well with that suit...which didn’t really go well with the coat or anything in the present century. why would an engineer wear a suit? was it like that on every ship? if so, maybe The Ensign should’ve stayed on Earth, where things were a bit more normal.

[[Bridge]]

As the ship made the sharp turn, Jackie grasped onto the edges of the console to keep herself steady; her stomach threatened to make her short stay out of the quarters, even shorter. Letting out a short grunt, the Caitian pushed the dizziness aside; placing a hand on her stomach she comforted the being inside her for a moment before going back to the console and checking up on the shields as Grenn pushed the Horizon to the limits.

“Reading a drop in aft shields.” Jackie spoke evenly, quickly compensating for it.

=/\= Oi! It’s shake down, not shake up! Don’t push ‘er too hard! =/\= came a slightly annoyed Estuary English accented disembodied voice as the ship rumbled at the high speed.

Jackie’s ears flickered, that voice sounded very familiar...but she’s not heard it in years, and Mark didn’t mention anything about any old friends visiting, let alone being stationed on the Horizon. Still, maybe it was someone else, there were many people with Estuary English accents out there. But how many of them were Engineers?

Grenn had slowed down to impulse, and Jackie pushed the thoughts aside as she brought up the phaser arrays.

“Pity you couldn’t find any Romulans” she said as she blasted an asteroid making its way to the Horizon’s hull.

OFF:

what's up with folks in the Brig? Adam/Beth, let's JP that stuff out so we can wrap it up

Bettina Cash

05-03-2008, 09:06

Kayvin grasped Bettina's hand firmly, "Fine. Found something under the bar, didn't know what it was. ... Was good."

"Found something?" Bettina frowned. "Kayvin, are you drunk?" Real alcohol generally wasn't openly allowed on most ships. "Come on, we need to get you...somewhere."

"No, no," she replied, "I'm fine, I didn't finish the bottle."

"Well, good...any more and you'd really be in trouble." Bettina grinned, holding up the cat. "You haven't met Buster yet. He escaped, so he's got to go home now."

Kayvin pet the small animal for a moment, before replacing that hand against a wall for balance. "He's cute, sis." She used the relation they had made up for the tournament, without paying much attention to herself having done so.

Buster's ears pricked forward and he started to purr loudly. "He likes you." Bettina reached to help support Kayvin. "Come on, walk with me. How do you like it here?"

"It's nice," Kayvin replied simply. She seemed like she had more to say on it, but couldn't exactly come up with how to say it due to the alcohol.

"Yeah, it's a good ship, a good home," Bettina agreed. "I like it. Not the same as Venture Star, but she's not made for heavy duty." She glanced over at Kayvin. "So, do you cook? For the messhall, I mean?"

"I can't cook past programming a replicator," Kayvin replied, "I'm learning to mix drinks though. I'm used to drinking them, not making them."

"Ah, well, at least we have the replicators. I hope you can stay busy...It will be fun having you here! We can get into all sorts of trouble!"

"As long as I don't end up in the brig," she smiled.

"Brig? Why would you be in the brig?" Bettina frowned, looking around to see if anyone from Security was watching them.

"You suggested getting into trouble," Kayvin replied.

"Oh, well, I didn't really mean it...although..." Bettina grinned, but shook her head.

"Wait, I have an idea," Kayvin said, grabbing Bettina's arm, "Come to the mess hall, I have a drink for you."

"A drink?" For a moment, she hesitated, then shrugged. "All right, but I don't hold my liquor well, and besides, I can't have too much because of the baby."

"No, no," Kayvin replied, "That'd be stupid. Come on." She guided Bettina into the lounge, and indicated she should take a seat.

"All right." Curious, Bettina sat, trying to keep the cat in her arms from squirming away. He was getting tired of being held and wanted to explore. "This is kind of nice in here."

"It could use a bit of redecorating," Kayvin replied from behind the counter, before producing a small white cup. "Tea," she explained.

"Oh, thank you." Bettina sipped the brew and nodded. "What kind of decorating did you have in mind?"

"This is one of Solya's recipes, she always gave it to pregnant women," Kayvin stated, "and plants. This place looks too... military. People need to relax in here."

Bettina giggled. "You could paint it pink..."

"I think some of the male crew might object," Kayvin replied, "And I don't want to scare off the men."

"As long as you keep serving drinks, I don't think that would be a problem." Bettina laughed. "Plants would be nice, too. Make it look...homey."

"We'll see what I can come up with," Kayvin replied, "If these drills keep up, I'll have plenty of spare time on my hands. Nobody comes to the mess during drills."

"We're here!" Bettina laughed. At least Buster had settled and was asleep now. "I'm sure you'll have plenty of business. There is a lot of stress, and it's good to have a place to relax."

"I'm sure once we're more under normal operation," Kayvin replied. "How's the tea?"

"It's good, I like it." Bettina smiled. "It makes my stomach feel better, I think. Junior can get pretty restless sometimes."

"You have a name picked out yet? Or is it 'Junior Cash'?" Kayvin asked.

"Bryan, I think, after...his dad, and a very good man." Bettina smiled. "I can't wait to see him, I know he's going to be as handsome as his father...and as good.. I just hope he's never sad."

"Well, I think he'll have excellent parents looking after him," Kayvin replied.

"Thank you. And thank you for the tea. I'd better get Buster home before he wakes up again." Bettina rose, then stepped forward and hugged Kayvin. "I'm so glad you are here. We'll have lots of fun!" Ash she trotted out, she called over her shoulder, "I'll be back for more tea!"

"I'll look forward to it!"

A JP from:
Kayvin Jal,
Plain, Simple Bartender
And:

Janzie

05-06-2008, 14:22

ooc: I was nowhere near Engineering :dev-sheep:

[Corridors/Bridge:]

Janzie headed towards the bridge. She needed to find the Admiral sooner or later and now was just as good of time as any she supposed. It was more than likely he was on the bridge, so that was going to be her first stop. There was a turn in there she wasn’t aware that an intrepid could make that actually had her grab the side of her chair and at some point she had felt the ship move and even head into warp.

Now as she approached the turbo lift that would take her the rest of the way an over zealous security officer blocked her way. She stopped placing a hand on her hip and looked at the man. “Excuse me?”

“Ma’am, you can’t go up to the bridge,” the man replied. “Not unless approved by the Admiral.” Why so many unauthorized people wanted to go up to the bridge today was beyond him. He didn’t actually enjoy sending people to the brig. Ok, maybe just a little. “Only authorized personnel are allowed up there. Civilians would *not* be authorized personnel unless approved.”

“Ah,” Janzie replied unfazed. At least they were doing their jobs. “See,” she said with a bit of hip movement towards the one that seemed to be the superior man in charge of the pair. “While civilian yes,” she agreed. “I am authorized.” With a deft wrist she pulled a card out of her pocket and handed it to the man. With skepticism he looked at it, scanning in the code upon it.

He frowned and shrugged to his compatriot, punching a command into the panel next to him. “She’s legit.” The other man shrugged and turned back to where Janzie had been, a brief look of panic on his face. From behind the pair and now in the open door way of the lift, Janzie deftly snagged her ‘pass’ from the first and re-pocketed it.

“Thank you gentlemen and have a nice day,” she said with a wink and a smile at their surprise. “Keep up the good work,” she quipped as the doors shut behind her. Once they had done so and the lift started again, she shook her head. She’d owe Leroy another favor apparently.

Janzie stepped out onto the bridge, taking a moment to soak in the surroundings. Her previous time aboard the Horizon, she hadn’t actually gotten this far. Of course, she’d been on the bridge of the Venture Star, but that was a bird of a different feather. The ship had started to drop out of warp, but she didn’t recognize the location off the top of her head. Most of those on the bridge were more concerned at the asteroids that appeared on the view screen than the new arrival to the bridge, which was fine with her.

Continuing her scan of the bridge, she noted a Caitian at the helm, but as she progressed she noticed another Caitian, this one at tactical *and* one that had been sequestered in her room since Alex hadn’t returned from the planet surface as Janzie and Bryan had. Janzie had told herself many times that there hadn’t been anything she could have done, and from Bryan’s perspective that she *should* have done, but there was still guilt there, justified or not.

“Uh, don’t mind me, I was just looking for Admiral Harmon,” Janzie voiced, slightly apprehensively when she was finally noticed by those on the bridge. She hadn’t expected the Caitian to be out of her quarters, though she was glad she was, but she had started this recent quest for Harmon on the assumption that Jackie had other things on her mind than a Chameloid attempting to get back into Starfleet’s good graces.

<Tag Jackie or Bryan, or anyone on the bridge really :P>

Jackie Clawson

05-06-2008, 18:05

OFF: the char influence, silly.

ON:

[[ USS Horizon -- Bridge ]]

Jackie's hands flew over the console as she reset the targeting systems and switched to manual to test the response. Her ears flickered as Janzie spoke but the Caitian kept her attention focused as she acquired an asteroid trailing behind the Horizon.

"He's down in the Brig" Jackie spoke, briefly nodding as there was a short beep confirming a lock on.

The Caitian's features briefly flickered threatening to either break down or do something...drastic sans betleH blade in her hands. She took in a gulp of air and swallowed; Jackie closed her eyes, focusing her mind on the steady beeping of the target that's been acquired. Her eyes flew open and she gave the console a command to fire, her fingers tapping against the console with a little more force than necessary. The asteroid blasted apart, the aft shields taking in the debris.

Jackie's hands were on the controls again, swiftly moving to target another floating rock, this one as far as the sensors could reach before blinking out.

"Might be easier if you ask PO Jenkins, he'll set something up for you" Jackie replied briefly glancing at Janzie. She didn't blame the woman for losing Alex; not anymore at least, not after she understood what's what. but even Jackie could sense the air of thick uncomfort as their paths crossed. The Caitian gave a brief nod to Janzie.

Janzie had watched the determination on Jackie’s face as she targeted and destroyed the asteroid. It could have just been her imagination, but she got the impression that at least from Jackie’s point of view it had been more than just an asteroid. Janzie did breath a little easier, easing the tension on her part at least, as the look and nod didn’t indicate any resentment, or at least not much.

“Leroy,” she stopped herself, “PO Jenkins, had mentioned earlier that Harmon would likely be on the bridge. So I thought I would try here first. That’s what I get for not asking first,” Janzie added with a shrug. “Don’t tell Jenkins that though.”

"Admiral Harmon was here a few minutes ago as was Mr Jenkins." Jackie glanced around, noticing that Leroy was no longer on the bridge. The man had an uncanny ability to appear out of nowhere and disappear just as quickly.

She frowned, "okay, the targeting sensors need re-calibration, unless the upgraded system actually cuts the range down in half" she spoke to no one in particular.

“He was always disappeared on me too,” Janzie said absently as she noticed Jackie look for Leroy, “Jenkins that is. I’m sure the Admiral can probably do that as well, but I don’t have personal experience on that,” she added with a subtle smirk.

“Anyway,” Janzie said wondering if she had given more information than the situation really called for. “I should probably get off the bridge before I get in someone’s way.” She broadened her smile a little bit, to hopefully bridge the figurative gap that was between them.

Jackie looked up.

"Still trying to find what to do with yourself?" she asked, a sad smirk on her face, well aware what that feels like. Twice so far, life has dealt her a bad hand that left her reeling and unsure what to do with herself over the coming weeks and even months, if not years. "join the club" she spoke with a small shake of her head.

“I can check into those targeting sensors unless someone already called it,” Janzie offered. “The Admiral has more important things to address than me and Leroy’s probably buried under PADDs at the moment. It would probably take me half an hour to talk him out of whatever he’s working on to ‘pencil me in’,” she said with a smirk.

"Nope, this is a shake down. Doubt they even noticed it before we left." she nodded to the woman to go ahead.

Janzie gave the Caitian a salute and headed set off to get to work. If she kept busy and useful, the better chance she had of not getting dropped off at the next port of call.

OFF:
a joint post by Janzie, the mystery meat...er.. woman and

James Dweebs

05-06-2008, 18:16

ON:
[[ USS Horizon - Lounge ]]

The Ensign walked in, glad to be finally out of engineering for the time being, silently wondering why this ship was so full of.... weird people... and why did a nut job, a civilian nut job at that have to be in charge of engineering.

Right now he needed a drink... a strong drink.... he spied the bartender, a trill female , pretty, and headed that way.

"Gimme something strong" he announced, taking a seat at the bar, he rubbed his face with a hand; hopefully it'll be strong enough to help him forget the overly enthusiastic annoying English man in a suit and sneakers and a trenchcoat that ran engineering now. Who let these people aboard? They definitely didn't teach anything like that at the Academy. and to think his career was just beginning...

OFF: tag Kayvin

Robert MacDonald

05-07-2008, 20:41

Getting no response at her quarters,and a quick scan showing no signs of life there any way,he decided his next port of call would perhaps be the Mess Hall.

For at least if she wasn't there.someone was bound to know where she was.Either that he was in for a game of cat and mouse round the Horizon,but this time it was the cat who was the mouse.

[TAG Kayvin and anyone else in Mess Hall]

Kayvin Jal

05-07-2008, 22:25

"Gimme something strong" he announced, taking a seat at the bar

"Real stuff or Ferengi-style?" Kayvin asked, referring to the difference between alcohol and synthehol. Synthehol was recommended for starship crews because of the ability to consciously set aside it's mental effects. Kayvin herself, however, was allergic to it.

At the same time, Kayvin noticed another man walk in, looking somewhat puzzled.

"Can I help you, sir?" she asked.

TAG: The Ensign and Robert MacDonald

Robert MacDonald

05-08-2008, 12:26

A quick scan round here showed that his target was not here,but that didn't mean she hadn't been here,or that someone here didn't know where she was.

He acknowledged the question of the bar tender with a polite nod;''Yes I hope you can help me,I am trying to locate the whereabouts of Commander Clawson,she does not seem to be in her quarters which is where I had been expecting to find her.Has she been in here recently?''

James Dweebs

05-08-2008, 14:46

[[USS Horizon - Lounge]]

The Ensign made a face at Kayvin's question.

"Why would anybody want to drink Ferengi Style?" he asked, "That's life drinking decaf coffee to get caffeine. Pointless" he added. "real stuff... please...it's the only thing likely to kill the recent memories from engineering" he added.

He saw a man in teal uniform walk in, and the bartender switched her attention to him for a moment. The Ensign noted that this man wore no rank either. For a ship that's not meant to have any civilians aboard, this ship sure had a lot of civilians, The Ensign thought to himself as the man in the teal uniform asked for the whereabouts of one Commander Clawson. Female, judging from the conversation. The Ensign had read up on the history of the ship and was well aware of the former CO, so either she had extended family aboard, or this guy was a bit clueless as to her present status as per her record, even the part that wasn't classified.

'moron civilians' The Ensign thought, what do they know about looking up 'fleet records...

Kayvin Jal

05-08-2008, 20:42

''Yes I hope you can help me,I am trying to locate the whereabouts of Commander Clawson,she does not seem to be in her quarters which is where I had been expecting to find her.Has she been in here recently?''

"Sorry," Kayvin replied, "I don't know any Commander Clawson."

The Ensign made a face at Kayvin's question.

"Why would anybody want to drink Ferengi Style?" he asked, "That's life drinking decaf coffee to get caffeine. Pointless" he added. "real stuff... please...it's the only thing likely to kill the recent memories from engineering" he added.

"Alright," she replied, reaching under the bar, and grabbing a glass from the counter.

Leroy Jenkins

05-11-2008, 18:30

[[USS Horizon - Jenkins' Office]]

Leroy stiffled a yawn, shifting his weight a bit he reached for another PADD. His desk was full of them, mostly stacked neatly into labelled piles. The 'done and dusted' pile wasn't getting any bigger, unlike all the others. It seemed his desk was always filled with PADDs, which may have had something to do with the rumors that he's had an affair with one of those blasted things considering how inseparable he was from a PADD on any given day.

Jenkins shook his head and lit a cigar; about the only thing that seemed to relax him these days. That and a good glass of whiskey, unfortunately that was hard to come by on a Starship. Well the good stuff was.

Jenkins stole a glance at a pile of unsorted PADDs. He'd have to read through all of them, filter out which ones where for the Admiral's immediate attention, which ones could wait, which ones someone else could deal with and didn't need the Admiral's attention at all. There didn't seem to be many of those.

Leroy let out a smoky breath, then puffed at the cigar again as he shuffled through the unsorted pile of PADDs.

Leroy hated hearing the words "bottom line" coming from an exasperated Admiral as the Aide handed him the PADDs briefly listing which PADD contained what. It seemed the higher up you went, your PADD-word just seemed to increase by vast amounts; Jackie never had that much PADDs to look through, granted, Jackie also haven't had that huge amount of "CONFIDENTIAL: FOR EYES OF ADM. M. HARMON ONLY" PADDs go through either. Even Leroy didn't know what was in those, but these were in a separate pile of their own too.

He raised his eyes, looking at the stacks of PADDs, there must've been a hundred or so PADDs right there. Some piles threatened to topple over but somehow didn't. Jenkins sat back, gnawing on his cigar as he looked over the piles, his glance briefly stopping at the unsorted pile which was getting smaller. At least part one of his never ending task was almost complete. The came the delivery of the PADDs, mostly to the Admiral for approval.

Leroy stubbed out his cigar taking in the whiffs of the aroma and reached for the remaining PADDs and started sorting through those. Next thing he knew, his whole world came crashing down on top of him. Or at least all his hours of hard work sorting through and organizing the hundred or so PADDs with various information came down on top of him knocking him flat to the ground. Leroy let out a yelp as it started raining PADDs. Several hit him square in the head and his last thoughts where those of frustration at the ruined neatness and organization of the PADDs; it was gong to take him hours to get it all straightened out again.

It wasn't long before the man was buried underneath the previously organized PADDs, the devices forming a virtual mountain on top of the unconscious man.

OFF: Tag Janzie

Mark Harmon

05-17-2008, 20:52

[[ USS Horizon - Brig ]]

Beth walked into the cell area and stopped outside the occupied cell, "Do I have the honor of addressing LT Krezek?" she asked in her normal soft tone.

Krezek stopped humming and turned his head to face the newcomer. "'Honor' in a brig is a laughable concept, but I'll bite," he said. "Yes, I am. Apparently, you have me at a disadvantage. You are...?"

"Lt jg Chant Sir, your new assistant." she said with a light smile. "As for you being in the brig I am sure you won't be left here to long, unless the Admiral is of course to busy to come deal with the situation." she added.

Jeral chuckled a bit. He swung his legs down from the bunk, coming to a sitting position. "I suppose that would be the case, what with my luck today," he said. His brow started to moisten with sweat as he struggled to keep control of the empathic center of his brain. "Not the best way to meet your new boss, is it?"

Beth laughed softly, "It could of been worse Sir, it could be me in the cell." she stated as she watched him, "Sir are you ok you don't look very well?" she asked.

"This brute of a brig guard seems to enjoy torturing his new boss," he replied. He nodded towards the jacket behind the brig guard. "I have medication that I'm supposed to take once every 12 hours, in a low-dose format. Otherwise, my empathic center takes over. Last time that happened, I was in a coma for three days."

"has he refused to give you your medication?" she asked as she looked round for the guard, she walked over to his jacket and took the meds from the pocket.

Jeral nodded. "Orders or something like that," he confirmed.

"Well I have recieved no such orders." she stated she keyed in the code to seal the brig area, and then lowered the shield to hand him his medication after checking that they were indeed his.

Jeral accepted the medication pouch, and ignored the sound of the forcefield going back up as he took it over to the bench bad area. He removed the lid to the pouch, then removed the miniature version of a hypospray, and loaded it up with an injection. He then put the needle right to his jugular and pressed the button. There was a soft hiss, and the injection was complete.

Jeral cringed as the sensation of the medication flooded his system. It cycled around his brain, making him light-headed, before coming back down to his heart, when the burning sensation kicked in. He gripped his chest with his free hand as the mini-hypo clattered to the deck. With a thud, his head hit the back bulkhead as he fell down, weakened.

Beth watched as he reated to the medication, she did not know if this was his normal reaction or if the meds had been with held for to long. All she could do was hope she had not just made him worse, and caused herself a whole heap of trouble.

"Ow," Jeral said finally. He sat back up, then bent over and put the mini-hypo away in the pouch. "I apologize for the display," he said as he worked. "The reaction is like taking plasma directly into your bloodstream, but it's preferable to the alternative. I would rather stay alive and know my niece than be a vegetable or in complete isolation."

"That is understandable, I would not wish that state on anyone. I will lower the field again to collect your meds and replace them in your jacket, if you are still in here when your next does is due I shall ensure you get it on time." she stated as she lowered the shield, she entered the cell and walked over to him to collect the pouch.

The pouch was raised up and came closer to Beth, Jeral's hand attached as he handed it to her. "Thank you," he said. "I will assume you don't mind talking to the Admiral about my... predicament."

"If I can gain acess to the bridge to speak to him , if not I will try via the comms. I would release you but officially I am not here as I have not reported in yet." she stated as she sat on the bench beside him. "You should not even be in here." she added.

"If you're not officially here since you've not reported in, I'm rather curious to know how you managed to get access to the ship's systems to lower the forcefield and let yourself in like that, Ms Chant." a voice called out from the other side of the field as Admiral Harmon strode in. Mark cast a glance at the security officer at the controls who shrunk back a little well aware of the Admiral's standing orders.

"So tell me. how does my Chief of Security end up in the Brig before even beginning his duties on the ship?" Mark asked looking at both Jeral and Elizabeth through the forcefield seperating the two. He made a gesture with a hand and a few seconds later the forcefield shimmered out of existence. Another gesture and the security officer ducked out of existance leaving the three people alone.

Beth jumped to her feet and came to attention, this could well end up with her in the brig now. "I used the emergency override codes Sir, though I was not certain the ones I have would work on this ship." she replied in a polite but formal tone, her uncle would be mad when he found out about this. She had afterall just used his personal codes to seal off the brig and enter a cell, and had been caught not a good start to her assignment. She waited to see what the Admiral had to say about it, and what he was going to do with her for it.

"What exactly was wrong with the actions you've carried out in this situation, Lieutenant?" Harmon asked crossing his arms on his chest and fixing Chant with a look, curious to hear her answer before he took any action.

Beth stayed at attention as she answered the Admirial, "I fraudulently used codes that do not belong to me to seal off the entire brig area and enter a cell, I then handed medication to a prisoner without checking with the MCO that it was exactly what I had been told it was or that he should be taking it . Sir. Nor did I attempt to contact you personally before taking these actions Sir." she stated in a crisp clear voice, her tone flat and formal.

There was so much Mark could say right now, so much he should say given the circumstances, Krezek could've been an intruder for all anyone knew. Mark's mind flashed back to when Sorak infiltrated the Horizon. No one was the wiser then either, to see his own security people act this way disregarding protocol *and* not using their heads to think about consequences amongst a host of other things... Mark had to wonder if Starfleet was training their security personnel the way they used to in his days.

Instead the man shook his head and casually leaned against a bulkhead and crossed his arms on his chest yet again before speaking.

"Why?" was all he asked the Lieutenant, wondering what had possessed her to go on and do something such as this.

"I could see he was ill Sir, though that does not excuse my actions Sir. I know I broke the rules Sir and am fully ready to answer for my actions, but first I would say one more thing. I would do the same thing again if I entered the brig and saw the occupant of a cell being left to suffer without reason." she stated flatly and then stood silently at attention waiting to hear her fate.

Jeral had had just about enough of this. Before Harmon spoke again, stood up again. The medication had taken full hold, and the pain was ebbing in his head, though his joints felt like they were on fire.

"With all due respect," he started, "I was thrown in the brig because of the security protocols that were put in place restricted myself from getting to my action station for the drill. How is someone supposed to get to you to get authorization to be on the bridge if you yourself are on the bridge and are not allowing people that don't have your authorization on the deck?"

"I reviewed the records for this Sorak guy that you refer to, from my sister's predecessor. His service record was so cleverly put together, it would have taken several weeks of digging around, calling the Academy, calling everyone on his service record mentioned to ask if they knew this man. Top Intel officers could probably not crack it. How could putting unnecessary restrictions that affect the smooth operations of the vessel prevent another Sorak from attacking the ship from within? The answer is: you can't.

"And I'd appreciate it if you'd lay off of someone from my department for showing compassion to another person. Sir."

Beth stood there wishing she could sink through the deck plates away from the scene her actions had caused, she felt like telling her boss to shut up she had broken the rules. She had known it was wrong when she did it but had not stopped to concider the conciquences, now she would take what was coming to her.

She did not move nor did she speak as much as she wanted to, instead she stayed at attention facing straight out of the cell not looking at either of the senior officers.

Mark raised an eyebrow as Krezek spoke, then the man let out a soft chuckle.

"I didn't realise Ms Chant was also a medical officer" he pointed out.

"Security protocols that are in place for non authorized personnel on board whilst the ship is in drydock are not to blame. If that was the case, there'd be a lot more people in the Brig than just you." Mark said, his voice still level. "All you had to do was ask a security officer to accompany you to the bridge. That's what the rest of the new crew that came aboard has done. If your security escort failed to mention that, perhaps you should look into that" Mark spoke, "It's not every day security get to haul their boss to the Brig." he smirked, then turned serious again.

"As for laying off someone from your department for showing compassion...Mr Krezek, you haven't seen me when I lay it onto someone from any department" Mark said, his tone still not giving away the true nature of his mood or emotion. "This is a StarFleet vessel not a re-born Maquis ship and crew."

Mark turned to Beth at that.

"We have Medical for a purpose, if you could see anyone in the brig is ill, call medical, they'll sort it out. Otherwise next time you show compassion and ignore protocol in place, you may not be so lucky as to what happens to you or anyone else aboard after you lower the force field to the Brig." he said. "I'm not losing any more crew because for one moment they were compassionate towards someone on the other side of the field."

Mark turned to leave but stopped half way out and turned back to the two security officers.

"What you've not read in the records is that Sorak had inside help, in the form of Lt Adam Kao, the ship's chief security officer who went UA shortly after Sorak put a Vice Admiral into a coma." Mark said, his voice firm, one of his hands was balled up into a fist behind his back, "that's not something I want a repeat performance of." he added sternly, his voice leveling up a notch as he spoke.

He took a breath and closed his eyes for a moment, then looked at his Chief of Security and the Assistant Chief. "Both of your proper access rights will be granted within the hour so you'll be free to do your job." he said.

He paused, watching the two for a moment before he spoke again, his voice deadly serious.

"Get this department in order and make the security of this vessel and crew your top priority as it should be. Training. Security and safety measures. Protocols. Everything. I want to see a plan of action on what you plan to do and how you plan to accomplish it and the resources you need, on my desk tomorrow by fifteen hundred. I don't want to see either of you on the Bridge before I see you two and the report tomorrow at fifteen hundred."The Admiral said, his tone clear that he just gave an order. Without another word Admiral Harmon strode out of the Brig and headed for the turbolift silently wishing for a very strong drink right about now.

OFF:
That last bit actually took me a whole day to write.. O.o

tag Beth and Jeral. ultimate punishment, paperwork ;-) J/K!

Kayvin, you cant' read minds can you? :p

Joint post by:
Lt J. Krezek, Lt JG E Chant, and

Janzie

05-19-2008, 16:37

[USS Horizon - Bridge/Jenkins' Office:]

With the targeting sensors back in alignment, Janzie set off to find Jenkins. The man was probably buried up to his eyeballs in PADDs and perversely happy about it. So her first stop was his office. She probably should have asked him to schedule her an appointment with Admiral Harmon right off, but silly her, thought the man would be on the bridge and available, despite the ship just finishing its time in dock, getting who knew how many actual crew aboard, and the ship being taken out for a spin.

Janzie shook her head and rehearsed a few options she thought of for her talk with the Admiral while the turbolift zipped along to its destination. When the lift opened again, she was really no closer to finding the ideal way to tell the Admiral just who and what she was, but how different had than been to the last time with Ms. Clawson and that worked out…kind of.

She traveled the short distance from the lift to Jenkin’s office and rung the chime. When the door didn’t open, she raised an eyebrow. Was it possible that he wasn’t there? He could have run off to give the Admiral something she supposed. “Computer, locate Leroy Jenkins.”

<PO Leroy Jenkins is in his office> the computer chimed back.

“Huh,” Janzie replied, knowing if he was in there, even under a pile of PADDs, he usually at least growled at the door and let whoever was on the other side in to tell them what he thought about their nerve at disturbing him, or something. She checked to see if the door was unlocked and found it not to be. At the moment though, she couldn’t remember if that was a norm for him or not.

Once the door was open, she stepped through. “Leroy?” she asked to the seemingly empty room. Glancing at his desk she was amazed to find it clear of all but a scattering of PADDs, which was dually unusual. Typically the desk was piled high with the personal data devices, too high, and they were always in neat organized piles, not scattered haphazardly.

As she leaned to look around the side of his desk, that was when she saw it, or rather him. It was only the toe of a boot, literally buried under a pile of PADDs but she knew it was him. “Oh geez, Leroy,” she yelped as she ran over to where his head should have been under all the plastic and computer chips.

Janzie brushed several aside and found his face. “I never thought I’d see you literally up to your eyeballs in work Leroy,” she said in amazement as she verified he hadn’t killed himself with too much work. “Should probably get Medical over here to check out you,” she said to him, whether he could hear or not. The nice bump on his forehead said at least one PADD had hit him squarely, knocking him out, and probably more than one given how many were on and around him. Once a team of med techs were on their way, she looked at the pile of PADDs on the floor. “Let’s see how much of your organization system I can remember heh?” she said bending down to clear more of Leroy’s PADD blanket.

Veska

05-19-2008, 18:15

[Transporter room:]

It was therefore for that reason that Chief Misty O'Berfern stood on the Transporter Pad, and called out: ''Sickbay''. There were two reasons for this, one to test the new upgrade and secondly to go get a check out by med team, before they hounded him. Besides which, had he himself not just finished giving his Bairns their equivalent of a medical?

...There was the distinctive shimmer as the beam carried him from the Transporter to Sickbay, where his arrival, and secondary reason would no doubt be a surprise to the med team.

[Sickbay:]

Veska added yet another thing to do on her ‘to do’ list. The fun of being new to the ship AND the top ranking officer in your department, especially when it was the medical department was finding all the things that needed to be done. There were new crew, besides herself to be added to the ships medical records. At least one of which that Veska would want to spend some in depth time talking to. Senior staff that were on specific medications at regular intervals wasn’t exactly a red flag, but certainly a priority. She sent off a message to the new Chief of Security, Lieutenant Jeral Krezek, to speak with her at his earliest convenience.

There was of course, the even more interesting task of getting those officers that were due to have their medical evaluations scheduled and in for appointments. What did they really have to gain from avoiding a 10, maybe 15 minute check up was something Veska never understood. Klingons were even worse. A little preventative medicine went a long way to preventing the dreaded long term stays that usually resulted from crewmembers avoiding getting their medical check ups.

If it wasn’t a requirement for them to remain in Starfleet’s service, Veska would be inclined to follow the Klingon philosophy of let them keel over if that was the way of things. If they want small, preventable things to snowball and result in their dishonorable deaths, that was up to them. She had more gratifying things to do than chase anyone down just so she could declare them healthy, if not a little sickbay-a-phobic.

But, as per regulations, she sent out reminders to those officers and crew that were due to have their physicals scheduled and/or avoided. She was sure if she asked the computer to cross reference previous emails sent out by the previous CMO and/or ACMO and when the patients actually were brought in, she’d have a good idea of who she’d have to drag in here.

“What the…!” came a call from the patient area that had Veska up out of her chair and in the door way before the transport into the middle of the room was complete. “Is the warning broken?” the medic questioned looking to Veska, referring to the warning that a medical emergency transport had been requested to let them know to be ready for whoever needed immediate and serious attention.

Veska shook her head. “Not that I was told.” She turned to look at who she now recognized as the equine like Transporter Chief. He seemed to be in good condition, though she had to do more studying on his particular physiology. She had never encountered one of his species prior to now. “Mr. O'Berfern I presume. I do not appreciate the medical staff being surprised like this. ” She pulled the medical tricorder from her belt and scanned him. She grunted after a few moments. “Well if you were concerned about any transporter affects, I don’t see anything out of normal parameters.”

She stepped back for a moment, waving off the hovering medical staff. “Now, is there something I can do for you?”

<Tag O'Berfern>

Ooc: Sorry for the huge delay.

Pirates

05-21-2008, 23:41

[Raeya System]

'Captain Ahab had to hunt his whale.'

A human once had said that to Sorak, about his obsession with Jackie Clawson. He didn't quite get the reference, until he had found a copy of Moby Dick and read through it. It was a fascinating read, and one that had a lesson to tell about obsession and revenge. He had taken it with a grain of salt at the time, but it had been playing into his mind more and more often. However, as long as he kept getting paid to do it...

Well, who was he to question the way his employer wanted to do business?

"You want us to attack powerful Starfleet ship of line?" he was being asked. This man fancied himself as a mercenary, but to Sorak, he was just another Nausicaans thug. This Nausicaans was a captain of a vessel that came highly recommended in this sector, a gun-for-hire that was willing to do what it took... for the right price. "Starfleet powerful. We just one ship."

"I have... intimate knowledge of this vessel," Sorak said, handing over a PADD. "A detailed schematic, including weak points in their shield grid and ways to defeat their targeting scanners. The ship might be powerful, but not invincible. I have scanned your ship; using the data I have provided plus the firepower of your raiding vessel should be enough to take them down."

The Nausicaans blinked, then looked over at Sorak with suspicion. "We want... compensation," he said.

"My employer is willing to pay you double your normal rate," Sorak said with a smile. "Plus, once you kill everyone aboard, you may take whatever you can find as your own and sell it for yourself. What you find aboard may be enough to make it worth your while... and it will make you rich beyond your wildest dreams."

The Nausicaans considered this offer. Finally he said, "Deal." Then he stood up, along with his two crewmen, and left the room.

Sorak smiled. Keeping Clawson on her toes? Check. He didn't necessarily expect the Nausicaans to succeed... but the psychological effect it would have on the crew would be devastating.

[Larger Nausegan ship]
[Nearing the Horizon's position]

"Scan for the Starfleet ship," the Nausicaans captain, Tograna, said in his native tongue.

"We have her," his tactical officer said.

Tograna smiled, showing his lower teeth below the fangs that grew out of his face. "Intercept them," he ordered. "Make sure the targeting pattern is laid in from the specifications that we got from the Romulan."

"Already done."

Tograna kept standing, his imposing seven foot shape towering over even those of his own species. He wasn't exactly the largest of his species, but he was large enough to be pretty imposing, even to other Nausicaans. He wanted the hunt, the kill... and a Starfleet ship could fight back in a way that no other private vessel could.

And the pay from this job might be enough to buy them a battlecruiser.

With that, he would be the strongest mercenary in the entire quadrant.

(OOC: We be mercenaries from Nausicaa, coming to raid your booty! :p )

Jackie Clawson

05-22-2008, 00:04

[[ USS Horizon -- Bridge]]

Jackie's eyes narrowed as she tapped out a command, a second later an alert on her console brought her attention to the sound. She raised an eyebrow, curious , as she investigated the source of the alert.

"We've got company" the Caitian announced, her fingers tapping out a series of commands, "Nausegan ship." Jackie's voice sounded a little surprised. How in hell did she miss a ship THAT size? The Caitian chalked it up to her and Janzie's unfortunate...or was it fortunate? timing of recalibrating the sensors that caught the ship, roughly the Horizon's size, now heading their way. "It's on Intercept course" Jackie announced, looking over at Captain Cash, her hands reached out to the shield controls; the shots came just as the shields snapped into place around the Horizon.

"Ev..." Jackie stopped herself short, wincing slightly as she grasped at the edge of the console to keep herself steady as the ship shook taking in a hit to the shields; part of her still wasn't used to not being in command, and to think she didn't think she'd ever get used to it.

"Evasive maneuvers" came a voice almost at the same time as Jackie spoke, Mark strode out of the turbolift, "Red alert. Give me a visual. Target the ship; fire when you got 'im." Mark seemed in full control of the situation even before he saw the Nausegan ship onscreen.

Mark Harmon didn't take lightly to getting fired upon, whether it was him personally that got fired at or a ship under his command...

OFF: Tag, all on the bridge.

Bryan_Cash

05-22-2008, 02:33

[[ USS Horizon -- Bridge]]

Cash had leaned over and was watching the sensor data on the ship scroll across the monitor screen. It was a tough ship....most likely a match for them in firepower. Speed might be a deciding factor.

"Warp speed." Cash called out to the admiral. He knew Grenn could plot out a course on the fly and be gone before the other ship knew what happened. He stood as everyone turned to look at him.

"Don't question just do. Tactical fire a blinding spread of photons and phaser fire at the hostile. Grenn plot us an escape course and get us out of here maximum warp." He didn't like to run but there was something about being attacked suddenly like this. It didn't smell right.

"We need time to figure out what's going on before we trip over our own pants." He steadied himself as the ship rocked from fire again. She was just finally repaired...

Kayvin Jal

05-22-2008, 03:50

[Mess/Lounge]

Kayvin heard the call for battlestations, and immediately stood up and headed for the door. She stopped. The bar was her station now. No duty, no responsibilities, but to sit there, and not get killed.

She felt useless, pointless. Checked baggage, not for use while in flight, or combat, in this case.

She moved to the seat closest to the window, and stared out at the ship that had attacked, before watching several torpedoes fire from below towards the ship, and watching as the Horizon jumped to warp.

OFF:

Bettina Cash

05-22-2008, 08:25

~Bridge

When the red alert sounded, Bettina was on her way to their room, but immediately changed her route to the Bridge. She knew that Bryan would be there, and she wanted to be close to him. She was tired of hiding and worrying while he was in the thick of things. And besides, Jackie would probably be there, too.

As she stepped through the doors, she shifted to the side, staying at the back of the room. While she wanted to keep an eye on Bryan, she didn't want to distract him by being in his line of sight. Of course, he didn't need to see her to know she was there...

Grenn

05-22-2008, 09:28

"Got it." J'al said, sliding his chair to the left and locking it into place in front of the warp controls.

As soon as tactical fired, he shot them out of there at Warp 9.1.

"Might want to make an announcement to hold tight. I'm gonna fly this thing like a fighter." he called back to both the Admiral and Cash.

:D

Beth

05-23-2008, 06:14

Brig/Security office

ON:

Jeral just turned to Beth after the admiral left and said, 'Twenty lashes with a wet noodle. Now let's get on that report; I'm out for blood now.'

'A wet noodle thats just too kinky for me, can't you use the whip Sir.' she replies trying not to laugh her head off.

Jeral was puzzled for a moment, and looked over at Beth. It clicked in after a moment, and he smiled. 'Maybe later,' he said with a wink. 'Now... report. Come on, my office apparently is just down the hall.'

They left the brig area together, not going too far before they came to a door marked Chief of Security's Office. When he entered, he saw a few security guards hanging around. Jeral's nostrils flared in anger as he growled, 'Out. NOW.' The two that were relaxing in the office made their way out. 'That was... 'piss poor', I believe the expression is,' he said after they left. 'I think it's time to sit down with the entire department and shake them up.'

'Aye Sir the fact that they allowed me to enter the brig area unattended, and then lock them out and open your cell does not sit well either.' she said as she awaited permission to sit, she was still new to the ship and didn't want to take any more liberties.

'You're the Assistant Chief Security/Tactical Officer, visiting the Chief Security Tactical Officer who's been locked up unfairly,' Jeral commented as he got to take a seat. 'Not much wrong with that, in my mind. There is a little bit of a lax attitude with security... was my sister too lax? Did she not break enough noses or something?' He pondered all this, then realized that Beth was still standing. 'Have a seat,' he said, indicating the chair.

'Sir I don't know your sister i have only just arrived.' she said as she took the offered seat, officially I was not cleared to be in the brig area alone with you as I was not down on the computer as being here yet. Thats what flagged me to the Boss, just hope he don't contact my uncle or I am gonna wish whipping was still leagle.' she said softly .

'Calm down... it was a rhetorical question,' Jeral said. Obviously she was a little stressed... which was odd for Jeral to feel like the calming one; he usually did the panicking. 'And as for the whole brig incident, I do have to put you down for a minor incident, nothing more. No full reprimand.'

'I understand Sir, I swear it won't happen again.' she said softly 'I don't normally breach protocols like that, but you looked like you didn't have time to wait for medical to arrive.' she said blushing slightly, 'Now what do you need me to do for this report?' she asked.

'We're going to go over performance records for everyone remotely attached to Security,' he said. 'Then we're going to have a very large meeting, where we're going to threaten to throw them out the airlock if they do not shape up.'

'Hmmm now that sounds like fun, I love a bit of implied violence.' she said with a grin, she looked around the office and saw the replicator. 'Sir would you like something to drink or eat?' she asked hoping she was not over stepping the boundries, once she had served with him for a little while she would know better what she could and couldn't just do around him.

'No thanks... too much work to do, not enough time to do it in,' he replied. Jeral scratched right by his nose ridges, trying to quell an itch. He grabbed a pair of PADDs out of the desk and handed one to Beth. 'Shall we?'

'Aye Sir.' she said as she took the padd and started to read through the information it held. She was still worried about his condition, but he knew his body better than she did so she kept quiet.

'So, let's start with... oh, how about the two that forcibly ejected me from the bridge?' Jeral said with a sadistic grin.

'Hmm yes that sounds like a very good idea, I have a few questions for them about there actions.' she said as an evil grin flashed across her face to be quickly replaced by one of total innocence.

'So do I,' he said as he brought up the first profile. 'Ah, here's something: both of them were reprimanded on at least four separate times by Major Krezek for... insubordination, looks like.'

'oh really well that means this is thier 5th recorded offence, I believe it is time to show them what happens to officers that can't follow orders, and protocol.' she said grimacing slightly thinking back to how lightly she had gotten off.

'Review board time for those two...' Jeral said, tapping a few buttons on his PADD. "I'll schedule them for an extra training session, then a personal review time with me, one-on-one. I'm not mad often, but boy am I mad this time."

"Can I be there to . . . .observe?" she asked with a grin.

"Two on one, with a good cop/bad cop routine going on?" Jeral said. "Even better."

"Which part do you want me to play good or bad?" she asked the same wicked grin still on her face.

"Either or." Jeral scrolled down the list on his PADD, looking at another roster. "How about... Crewman Rogers?"

"Sure if it's ok with you i'll play the good cop, no point letting them know we are both evil." she said winking at him.

"Is he just up for review or has he upset you already?" she asked as she hadn't yet had tiome to find out who everyone was, she looked through the padd for his details.

"I believe that he was one of the ones in here when we came in," Jeral replied. He tilted the PADD toward her, showing her the picture on the screen. "Think so?"

"Oh yes definately the one who had his feet on your desk." she said tuting at the mans bad manners, "lessons definately need to be given." she added

"All right," Jeral said. "Scheduled. Now, let's get a team meeting going... say, in twenty minutes, and we'll smack down these officers." Jeral sighed. "Didn't think I'd have to act this tough within the first few hours of being aboard."

"I didn't expect to be breaking rules and risking court marshall within the first 20 minutes af arriveing either Sir." she said with a slight laugh.

"Point well taken," Jeral allowed. "Now, shall we-"

The ship rocked under weapons fire, and the red alert klaxons fired up. Jeral just looked over and said, "Shit."

Beth was on her feet and waiting his orders before the ship could be hit a second time. "Orders Sir?"

"Well, here's the dilemma: what the Hell do we do? The Admiral ordered us off the bridge." Jeral pondered for a moment, then strode for the door. "If we can't go there, we go to the next best thing. Meet me in auxiliary control, deck five."

"Aye Sir, you want me to bring anyone or anything?" she asked as she put the padd away and started to follow him from the office.

"Grab the most experienced person from that list, throw them up at Tactical on the bridge." Jeral dashed out the door, and yelled behind himself, "I'll contact them from aux. control!"

"Aye Sir." she called after him and then started going through the list quickly, finding the man for the job she yell his name. "Ensign Fog get to the bridge now, your on tactical as of 5 minutes ago." she yelled and seeing him jump and go running she headed for deck 5 and the aux control room.

A JP by

Jeral Krezek (http://www.usshorizon.org/forum/member.php?u=214)
Chief Security/Tactical Officer

and

Jackie Clawson

05-24-2008, 06:50

[[USS Horizon -- Bridge]]

Jackie let out a grunt, for a brief moment everything around her went blank as the ship jumped into warp shortly after she fired the weapons. She heard Harmon giving out orders, conversing with Cash, calling out for reports. She thought she heard her name being called, the Caitian blinked.

"Jackie?!" it was almost a yell that jarred her senses bringing her back with a start.

"Sir!" she sucked in a breath; Mark rarely raised his voice, but this was one time she glad he did. Letting out a breath she was holding, Jackie gave her control panel a cursory glance before looking up at Mark. She saw the concern hidden well away by his mask of control, known only to those who've known him for a long time.

"Damage report" he called out, his voice softer than a moment ago. The look on his face asking another question to her.

"Minimal damage" she responded, gathering the data. "shields down to 88%, other than that we're...clear." she said. "They don't seem to be pursuing. We're fine. For now" she added.

Mark nodded, "Good call, Captain" he spoke to Cash, nodding in approval. "Wouldn't want to spend another year in drydock" he added grimly. "Find out who that was and where they came from." he sat back down in the command seat and glanced over the reports flooding in.

James Dweebs

05-25-2008, 15:49

[[ USS Horizon -- Lounge ]]

The Ensign nearly jumped as the ship shook.

"Sounds like the bridge are taking the term 'shakedown cruise' quite literally" he said, holding onto his glass. He stood up and made his way closer to the bartender watching what was going on outside. " 'ang on..." he stared wide eyed at what he's seen. The torpedoes firing, the ship jumping into warp... did they just get fired at? Suddenly The Ensign realized that the weird new chief engineer was the least of his problems on this ship.

"I think... I'm gonna need a refill" he said fighting to contain the edge in his voice. He emptied the glass, thankful for the liquid now spreading through his system.

"Bottle's behind the counter," she mumbled, still staring out the window. She was lost in thought, this change was... not as easy as she'd thought. She didn't anticipate these feelings.

The Ensign blinked, shrugging the man got behind the counter and dug out the bottle. Holding it up he looked at the contents swirling inside and with a shrug, took a sip from the bottle as he walked over to the woman.

"are you okay?" he asked , she seemed lost in thought, he had to wonder what was on her mind as she stared out of the window.

"Yeah," she replied, "Just... feeling useless." She watched as the stars streamed by. Or more accurately, as the ship passed between stars at an incredible speed. "While the ship is in combat, or on a mission, all I am here to do, is serve drinks. It's... hard to get used to that.

The Ensign blinked, "what have you done before this?" he asked, curious, "and what brought you here..." he added as an afterthought. He looked at the bottle for a moment and offered it to her.

"It is a long story, and I am tired of telling it," she replied, taking the bottle, "Guess I'm making for a lousy bartender, aren't I?"

"Don't know. This is my first posting." he said. "Tell me, your story, that is" The Ensign spoke, "it's not like I'm going anywhere in the next...oh...I got a few hours. Don't particularly want to go back to Engineering anyway" he added with a shrug.

OFF: merged the last few posts of ours into one. tag me on IM for a jp to finish this if I'm around online before i go away.

James Dweebs

05-26-2008, 07:49

"I'd rather not," Kayvin replied, looking away from him.

The Ensign shrugged, "suit yourself. at least what's your name?" he asked realizing she didnt even tell him that.

"Kayvin Jal," she replied, offering a hand.

"Ensign James Dweebs" he responded, taking her hand and shaking it. The Ensign smiled slightly, "from down in Engineering. where were you before? well before being stuck tending the bar." he added.

"Operations," she replied, "I'm... good with computers."

"Ah.." he paused, " so why...." he trailed off, "well..." he waved an arm gesturing at the various pieces of furniture and then the bar in the Lounge, she looked young, older than he was for sure, but she didn't look as old as those that would in effect retire from Starfleet or their positions.

"It's complicated," she replied, "But I did not get dishonorably discharged, I can assure you, I chose to resign."

"It's always complicated." The Ensign spoke, looking aside for a moment; "I havent implied you were dishonorably discharged" he noted noticing her sudden defensive line. "This ship is....seems to be full of those with 'complicated' situations" he added, 'not to mention weird people' he thought. "why not do something at Ops?" he asked, "they got a civilian running Engineering," he added, though he wasnt to pleased about that particular piece of information. he really thought engineering would be the place for him, apparently not with the boss he now had.

"Was the offer I got, sounded like a place to go, I didn't put a ton of planning into it," she replied.

"Well, it's a new assignment. takes a bit getting used to, or so my dad says" The Ensign spoke, "I thought when I finally got my assignment it'd be something i want. Now..." he trailed off, shaking his head, "not what i expected." he frowned.

"It rarely is," she replied.

"Speaking from experience? You're from Trill right? the spots I mean... well the whole of you...not just the spots"

"Yes, I'm joined," she confirmed with a nod.

"Joined. you must have a lot of life times to rely on.. what's it like?"

"It's... confusing," Kayvin replied, "It's like trying to cram Academy final studying into a couple seconds, over and over. Information overload."

"oh..." The Ensign let out a small chuckle, "I've done that." he spoke. "well..." he shrugged, "from an engineering perspective." he added.

"Supposively, hosts are supposed to eventually get things sorted out," Kayvin stated, "I'm still waiting for the day."

"How long have you been waiting?" he asked, probably a daft question, but it wasn't like he knew much about this woman. "Dad always said eventually things sort themselves out if you give them enough time. Still waiting on that day myself. I havent got enough patience"

"Two years," Kayvin replied, "Well... in my time at least."

"Your time?" The Ensign blinked, "what other time is there? well my time is your time.. same time...isnt it..?"

"I... Kayvin, was born in 2353. And I'm only twenty-five," she answered, "I... uh... skipped a few years."

He blinked, "No kiddin'!" he exclaimed after a few moments of silence. "How'd you manage that?"

"If I knew, the science geeks would love me," she replied.

"well maybe you'll figure it out one day. Maybe this" he tapped the bottle still in her hand, "will help" he added.

"I doubt it," Kayvin replied, "This tends to cause little but trouble."

"I don't know." The Ensign shrugged, "helps me forget. At least for some time" he added.

"Yeah, but it messes up other things," Kayvin replied, "The last thing I need is more confusion."

"Well" he shrugged, "seems to help me" he spoke, granted he was fresh out of the academy , only a few years younger than Kayvin, but with her snake in the gut and the whole several lives bit and not to mention the little paradox of her being born in 2353, The Ensign pretty much pegged she was far older. however weird tht seemed.

=/\= Hey Dweeb-o! Get down here. Boss needs you!=/\= came a disembodied voice from out of nowhere causing The Ensign to jump, then cringe as he realised what that meant.

"Ugh.." he grumbled as he got up not particularly looking forward to what was waiting for him in engineering. "Look ah...Ms Jal..thanks for the drink and.. nice meeting you. But I gotta go" he added smiling a bit before making a break out of the Lounge.

She smiled, "Nice meeting you too."

OFF:
Joint post by The Bartender and The Ensign

Mark Harmon

05-26-2008, 15:50

[[ USS Horizon -- Bridge ]]

Mark frowned, there wasn't much damage to the ship, but they had been taken by complete surprise. Either the sensors didn't pick them up till later, or the Caitian at tactical messed up and was clearly losing her edge. He stole a quick glance at the tactical station, Jackie seemed in control, her eyes glued to the readings infront of her, her fingers flying over the controls adjusting this and that. Just like the old days... Almost.

"Let me see that ship" Mark spoke, Ops complied and the ship that attacked them jumped onto the main screen. The human stood up and stepped a few steps closer to the image. The ship was almost the same size as the Intrepid; Mark supposed the Horizon possibly could've taken them easily, but Cash was right to tell them to run now. Find out what they were dealing with first.

Mark sighed, time to call in a few favors. He turned to Bryan.

"I'll have a dig around. Check the Intel, see what they know about our trigger happy there" he said tossing a nod at the alien ship still on screen.

"Captain Cash. You have the bridge. I'll be in my ready room," the Admiral spoke. "Keep me updated" he noted, with a curt nod at the bridge Mark stepped into the ready room.

OFF:
that's it for me IC anyway. See ya'll next week. Behave you guys, no wet t-shirt contests on the bridge ya hear? ;)

Janzie

05-31-2008, 05:34

[Sickbay:]

Janzie watched the half Klingon doctor from a distance. The human appearing Chameloid had been surprised to see the woman there, dressed in her Klingon attire, but had been assured with the first step in the door that she was the one in charge. Though mildly curious why Janzie was on board, she had take Janzie at her word and directed the medical team that had brought Leroy in towards a bio bed. “So how is he?” Janzie finally asked aloud.

“Physically he checks out,” Veska answered as she finished a final scan of the still unconscious Leroy. “I have to admit I have seen some interesting things in my time, especially serving on a Klingon ship, but to be attacked by a mountain of PADDs…that has to be a new one. The occasion single PADD thrown wrong, maybe, but not being knocked out by stacks upon stacks,” she said in amazement. “But, I still need to check his mental responses. There are only so many things that a scanner can detect.”

Janzie edged a little closer as Veska accepted a hypo from a nearby nurse and placed it to Leroy’s neck to wake him up.

"Huhwhazatwha?!" the man sputtered, he took a sharp breath in as his eyes flew open. The last thing he remembered was being in his office, now he clearly wasn't...he let out a groan as everything around him swum in a murky haze for a while.

"Janzie? What's wrong with your face and forehead? and the hair.....not one of your best styles...." Jenkins muttered as the world came into focus and the first thing he saw was the part-Klingon woman in full Klingon garb, with a hypo in hand. That wasn't Janzie, he realized.... "Aaggghhh!!! Klingon!" he yelped nearly jumping off the bio bed, "who are you?" Leroy asked, trying to inch away from the half Klingon woman before she could do any damage. "Did Klingons take over the ship or something...? Are...are you trying to experiment on me? " He eyed the hypospray in her hand. "Did you kidnap me for some vile purpose? I will not give up the Admiral's appointment calendar!" he protested.

Veska looked at Leroy scrambling away from her in a subdued surprise, handing the hypospray back to the nurse that approached to collect it from her. It was difficult to tell from his reaction to her if this was normal for him or if he had been hit on the head harder than she had realized. Her head slowly turned towards Janzie, who had buried her face in her hands. “Well?” Veska asked the woman.

Janzie pulled her hand from over her eyes down the front of her face, spying Leroy over the top of her hand. She shook her head slightly from side to side as her hand finally fell away. “Yeah, he’s fine,” Janzie reasoned. “He’s the Admiral’s Aid, and he takes his job…rather seriously,” she said with a tone of slight embarrassment at Leroy’s comments to the half Klingon woman.

“I see…” Veska replied, before turning back to Leroy. “Klingon’s did not take over the ship Mr. Jenkins. Only sickbay,” she retorted with a grin. “I’m Vesak ne’, the Horizon’s new ACMO. You were attacked by a stack of PADDs in your office and…Janzie here, brought you in to sickbay to have me make sure you were ok.”

“You still haven’t learned about stacking your PADDs too high yet, have you Leroy,” Janzie chimed in. “Ship’s may have inertial dampeners and all that, but gravity does still work here…”

Leroy stared. "Klingons have medical training?" he blurted, this was a surprise to him, based on what he's seen from Klingon behaviour, medical was the last thing on their minds. "Don't you guys just... beat your patients to death or something to heal them?" he looked worried for a moment, he knew some COs were strict, but he didn't think the Admiral was *that* bad.

Veska raised an eyebrow at the man’s comments. “If a warrior has one foot on the way to Sto-Vo-Kor, it is more honorable to assist him in his way that, but you are hardly injured that severely with your…battle...” or would most consider him a warrior, but that didn’t really need to be said. “I have also not always been a Klingon Qel, Mr. Jenkins. I was originally born on Earth and trained a marine medic if you are truly concerned for your health.” Veska continued to monitor the results of the scans.

"I am not a warrior! Unless you consider keeping the Admiral's schedule amongst other things as something a warrior does..." he spoke, still quite uncertain about the Klingon woman. Did they really have doctors, although he felt a little easier that at least she was born on Earth. "The Horizon is my first posting away from anything based on the ground" he added, "we didn't have many Klingons in San Francisco or on base...well those that were Aides" he added.

He rubbed at his head for a moment considering Janzie’s words. "I was not attacked by anything" he responded, shooting a look at Janzie, "I did not stack them too high, too high is nearly touching the ceiling, mine were only about a foot off th..." he trailed off, wincing "tell me my PADDs are okay...." he spoke suddenly.

Janzie looked at him with a blank look for a moment, “You haven’t changed much Leroy,” she said with a shake of her head and a smirk on her face. “But I think they were ok. I might have restacked most of them back in their pre-cascade piles even.” To think he couldn’t just re-download the information was absurd, but she couldn’t honestly say that she wanted to have to do that either.

"Will you stop? with the you haven't changed much, bit...." he spoke, shooting her a look.

Janzie put her hands up in surrender.

“I’d prefer that you deprive your PADDs of your presence until at least tomorrow Mr. Jenkins,” Veska interjected again, “but somehow I get the impression that I would have to stand over you with a bat’letH to ensure that recommendation was followed.”

Leroy raised an eyebrow, "why would you have to stand over me with a bet..." he trailed off , not sure how to pronounce the word. "that thing" he finished.

“If he had someone help him read the PADDs perhaps?” Janzie offered looking from Veska to Leroy. Maybe she'd get a good meeting slot with the Admiral this way.

"No. The data I deal with is highly sensitive." Leroy spoke. "As it is I'm behind schedule. The Admiral would not appreciate a bigger workload because his Aide lost a fight with a stack of PADDs," Leroy sounded a bit miffed. "How long have I been out for?" he asked, "Ah geez!" he jumped off the bio bed with a start.

Veska shrugged. “Fine, if you want to risk making yourself useless to the Admiral because you won’t take it easy to make sure the PADDs didn’t give you more than a mild concussion that is your choice. But if you should notice anything out of the ordinary… prolonged disorientation, returning and persisting headaches, double vision, that kind of thing, come back and if you haven’t ignorned my advice for too long, I’ll do what I can that doesn’t involve shoving a blade through your heart to put you out of your misery.”

The half-Klingon made a few notes on the PADD she was carrying and looked back to Leroy. “Now, unless you need anything else, I have other, more appreciative patients that I should check on. I’ll leave you to Janzie’s care.”

“I suppose you want to get back to your PADDs,” Janzie said in resignation. “Let’s get going. I think it’s safe to traverse the corridors again.” It was always hard to tell red alerts in sickbay, at least with out people streaming in and pouring out of every available biobed and alcove.”

As she moved to walk along side him, just in case his balance wasn’t as good as he thought it was, she quipped, “Besides, someone has to protect you from those killer PADDs.”

Leroy scowled at her, and she just laughed.

A JP brought to you by:

Petty Officer (Second Class) Leroy Jenkins
Admiral's Aide
USS Horizon

Veska Drenada ne'
~ACMO~
USS Horizon

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Pirates

06-02-2008, 06:47

[Bridge Horizon]

As the admiral exited to the readyroom bryan walked up next to grenn to get a better look at the reading from the attacking ship. As he bent for a closer look the ship rocked again hard to port. Bryan didn't need tactical to know what had just happened. They had been fired upon again.

"Ok now i'm starting to get mad." Walking back to the center of the bridge bryan ordered the viewer to show aft. Sure enough the ship was following them. They we're just in weapons range again and closing. Before he could give another order the ship fired off another volley.

"Hail that blasted ship. I want to talk with whoever thinks it's a good idea to fire on us." Crossing his arms over his chest he waited.

A face appeared on the screen, one of the pleasant face of a Nausicaan. "Pathetic hew-man," the Naussicaan said on the screen as soon as the person came up. "Running makes you coward. Face us in fight."

Bryan eyed the Naussicaan for a few moments and then himself smile. He had dealings with these animals before.

"Who are you...we have no quarrel with you. Why attack us?" He walked down and sat in his command chair and waited for an answer. The Horizon rocked again from a light hit. Grenn increased speed and the impacts stopped.

The Nausicaan narrowed his eyes slightly, searching the bridge of the other vessel. Once he found who he was looking for, he spoke again. "Come for Caitian," the Nausicaan said, pointing at his screen. On the Horizon, he clearly pointed out the tactical console that Clawson inhabited. "Starfleet coward, has no dam-jat."

"That one too," the Nausicaan said. "Admiral coward. Thinks blow up asteroid would kill employer. Employer say, 'You wrong.' Now you die." The Nausicaan growled a few things off the screen, and as soon as he was done, the Horizon rocked as it came under fire again.

"I don't really think they want to go with you friend." Bryan smiled and placed his hands on the arms of the chair.

"And i'm not willing to let you have them." Turning to tactical he motioned for the audio to be cut.

Bryan sighed and gazed at the attackers a few moments. They were going to have to fight. No way out of it this time. hopefully he could disable them enough to learn more then just that they wanted the admiral and clawson.

"Tactical fire a spread of torpedoes at them. Maximum yield. Commander Grenn increase speed......push it to the wall son. Let's see how much there ship can take."

The Nausicaan on the screen was ordering people around, in a language that the Horizon people couldn't hear: "Target their warp nacelles with torpedoes. Crush them without mercy."

Bryan stood as the view changed from a view of the attackers to a aft view. The attacking ship had accelerated madly. It had to be taxing there engines beyond limits. The torpedoes Horizon launched had sailed by the attacking ship and exploded harmlessly behind them.

Before bryan could react they fired again.A warning klakon sounded as they scored A direct hit on the port nacell. The ship jarred hard to the right and lost it's warp field.

"Damn it...." bryan cursed as he crawled back up into his seat. The attacking ship had also dropped out of warp and was on an intercept course. Tactical called out that shields and weapons we're down and the core was offline.

"Emergency power....get those shields back up...take power from life support if you need to." He leaned over and saw that the ship was mostly undamaged. Systems that we're newly installed had just been taken offline by the suddenness of the attack.

=/\=Engineering we need that core back online.=/\= He looked at the viewscreen as the attacking ship swooped in closer....

If the Horizon crew could hear the Nausicaan at that time, all they would hear is a very low-throated growl, their version of laughing, as they bore down upon their prey...

Bettina Cash

06-06-2008, 10:03

~Bridge

Bettina looked at Bryan, then to Jackie from the place on the floor where she had landed after the most recent volley of fire. "We can hide her," she said, "cover her signature with something else, so they can't pinpoint her. It will at least slow them." Knowing Jackie, she would protest 'hiding', so she added, "You have a child to think about, too..."

TAGS
BRYAN
JACKIE

Jackie Clawson

06-06-2008, 17:16

[[ USS Horizon - Bridge]]

For a moment as the Naussian spoke, Jackie was confused. This wasn't the first time someone's come after her. Hired to come after her no less. She had a hard time guessing who sent this guy, given the number of individuals and even species she's managed to piss off throughout her somewhat colorful career.

Then the Naussian mentioned the asteroid, all the memories of that time came to her mind in an instant; Jackie took in a sharp breath her hands frozen over the tactical controls as Bryan conversed with the pirate.

'No' she mouthed, 'why can't you leave me alone?' she thought as a low growl escaped through her clenched teeth. 'how far do I have to run?' she wondered silently blinking away a wave of emotion that threatened to engulf her right on the bridge.

'Get a grip' she thought sternly to herself, her hands holding onto the tactical console as tight as she could to avoid falling over. She so ached to return fire, blow up the damn ship, and get Mark and Bryan to take the Horizon somewhere far away from civilization.

Bryan gave the order to fire, Jackie pushed all thoughts out of her mind and focused on targetting the ship and firing the spread of torpedoes their way as the pirates resumed their attacks.

Then Bettina spoke, "We can hide her," she said, "cover her signature with something else, so they can't pinpoint her. It will at least slow them." after a pause the woman spoke again, "You have a child to think about, too..."

Jackie felt as if she was stabbed with a Daqtagh all over again, she blinked away a wave of emotion before responding.

"I know" she said, the loss of Jack and Jenny and well as Alex recently still clear on her mind. "I'm not losing another child" she added almost in a whisper, looking at Bettina, her voice under control but strained to cover up the pain she felt.

"No. It won't help. Covering my signature" the Caitian spoke shaking her head, "we've tried it in the past. The consequences were not...in our favour" she trailed off for a moment, a quick pained expression passing through her features. "They know where I am and they know where Mark is and as long as we are on this ship, they know where to come look for either of us if they know where the ship is. But they're not getting me, Alex's child or Mark" she said keeping her voice level. "The only way to get out of this one is to destroy them" she spoke, determination in her voice as she repositioned herself at the tactical console.

"If we can find a weakspot in their shields and take them down....send an away team. board them." she announced looking to Bryan, a brief shake of her head confirmed that she wasn't even thinking of going as part of the away team. " send a message to Sorak to leave us the hell alone." she added; her fist hitting the tactical console, if weapons were online, she'd use them now. Jackie let out a low growl, frustrated at what was going on, silently hoping Engineering was going to get the weapons back online sooner than soon, otherwise she was as useful as a hairball.

OFF:
tag Bettina, Bryan.

Janzie

06-06-2008, 17:52

[Horizon; Turbolift/Bridge:]

Janzie pushed herself off the wall of the turbolift that she had been tossed against. “You’re just trying to get yourself kicked off the ship before you get back into Starfleet aren’t you,” she asked herself as the lift continued to the bridge. “If they had wanted you on the bridge, they would have asked for you.”

“And maybe they DO need me…for something…” she somewhat answered herself.

With a red alert in place, she should have been in quarters. Preferably hers, but she had wanted to make sure that Leroy had gotten back to his in one piece. It had been hard to tell if he’d appreciated her restacking job or not… since she had cut many of his piles in half. But at least that way they were less likely to fall over. Maybe when she got kicked back off the bridge she could design some sort of holding/sorting tray for him. It was a thought.

She never had been good at sitting still when there was a red alert situation. Whether it had been her original intention to be an Ops/Computer Officer or when she ended up being a Counselor back when, she had imagined and or ended up on the bridge during times like these. Even with her time as a Merc, action had meant being on the bridge. Leroy never had understood her desire, her need to put herself in danger like that…

The bridge doors opened, and she cautiously stepped out, staying towards the back of the bridge. If an opportunity presented itself, she’d volunteer, but until then, it was probably best to just stay out of the way.

She looked up at the view screen at the Nausicaan and grimaced. Of all the races Janzie had seen, several that this crew would probably never meet, Nausicaans were *not* the most attractive by a long shot. That being said though…she had actually met a rather attractive Nausicaan. The concept was somewhat of an oxymoron she supposed, but for a Nausicaan the woman hadn’t been too bad to look at. Of course that could have been because the woman had only been half Nausicaan.

Then an opportunity presented itself…she seemed to have a knack for a death wish lately… but if anyone could get aboard the Nausicaan ship and do some damage with out getting caught, or at least take a hell of a lot longer to *get* caught, and make it safer to send others to finish the job… it would be her. “Send me over there,” Janzie announced from the back of the bridge.

It would be a hell of a lot easier for her to be undetected if she looked like the rest of the ship...and no constructive surgery needed.

<tags! Butting in :d...or Kick her off...either way :p>

Mark Harmon

06-11-2008, 07:38

[[ USS Horizon -- Bridge ]]

Mark seconded Jackie's words the moment he heard them as he exited from his ready room. Before he was about to reply, Janzie volunteered to go.

"Do it. Find a weak spot. take 'em down, send an away team in. I've had enough of people storming *this* ship, time to turn the tables." he said, a note of anger in his voice. "Intel on that ship, deck layout and everything, should be at your station" he noted, giving Jackie and then Bryan a look; his time spent away from the bridge wasn't completely wasted.

"Ms Kyle. You're with me." he noted with a brief nod of his head. "Captain Cash, soon as the core's back online, distract the Naussicaan ship whilst we send a message to Sorak" he added heading for the turbolift, he motioned Janzie to follow him in.

As the turbolift moved to its destination Mark activated his comm badge.

"Mr Krezek, report to transporter room one. Bring along two extra rifles" he said, his tone carried a note that an explanation and a briefing was forthcoming, just not over the ship's comm systems.

As the silence fell in the small cabin, Mark flexed his fingers momentarily lost in thought as his mind put together a plan based on his memory of the ship's layout.

OFF: tag Janzie.

Janzie

06-11-2008, 16:17

Janzie had braced herself to be tossed right back off the bridge, but instead was gestured to follow Admiral Harmon. This was the very admiral that she had come up to the bridge earlier to see, and then later went to schedule to meet before she found Leroy literally buried in his work. Leroy had told her that the Admiral already ‘knew’ about her, but he hadn’t been sure just how aware he was of her ‘situation.’

She scoffed lightly to herself. That was just what everyone aspired to be in wasn’t it…a situation. It seemed to be a knack she had lately. The human looking Chameloid looked out of her peripheral vision at the admiral. He was deep in thought about what they were about to do, or at least she hoped he was. Not that she hadn’t been forming plans of her own, but admittedly those plans hadn’t included the Admiral.

But he had to know something about the woman he just agreed to let accompany him. He had called for the Security Chief to bring 2 extra rifles which meant he was going to let her go armed. Admittedly that would make things easier, though not quite as stealthy as she had envisioned earlier. Nope, she had imagined her transport over there as a Nausicaan (a slight violation of what she had promised Leroy, but it was for an actual good reason this time – though wasn’t that what she had said the last time…),

But with a full ship of Nausicaans (in theory) it would be damned hard to find her for a while, and she could fool them long enough to do some damage, and then let a team of security officers board to do the rest. Still no Admiral in that plan, but as she subtly studied the man, he probably fit the MO of those aboard the Horizon more than she had first anticipated.

That this ship hardly followed the conventional, stereotypical rules of a Starfleet vessel grew more apparent the longer she stayed aboard. A subtle smile crossed Janzie’s face. She oddly found she liked it. Funny how much experiences could change a person over the years. She let the smirk fall away again as she waited, as patiently as she could, for the Admiral to let her in on the plan she had just volunteered herself for.

back at ya Admiral ;)

James Dweebs

06-11-2008, 19:05

[[ USS Horizon -- Main Engineering ]]

The fact that they were being shot at didn't bode well for the ship...the fact that the core was offline was even worse. The Ensign ducked out of sight as he saw the Chief Engineer throw up his hands in frustration and plead with the core.

"Oh no. come on!" The Chief Engineer spoke intensely gazing at the core as if willing for it to kick back in just because he's asked nicely. His crews where busy crawling all around Jefferies tubes on various decks replacing the gelpacks and getting systems back online or re-routed from the damaged areas; but the major part depended on the core. "Don't do this now" the man spoke; his coat draped over a railing near the core he was now just in his suit, his attire so out of place in the engineering hub.

He keyed in a command at the console in front of the core, and frowned once again. He'd have cursed the hot shot pilot flying the ship, but he knew that this time the pilot wasn't to blame, if all the activity was anything to go by.

=/\=Engineering we need that core back online.=/\= came a disembodied voice from up above.

The man looked up, blowing a whisp of air up causing his hair to re-arrange ever so slightly off his forehead. It's been a while since he's worked on a starship, indeed....

"I'm on it" he spoke, curious to know what was going on up there, but right now there were other things that held priority. he'd began the procedures to bring the core back online, but it would take time, time that, by the sounds of things they might not have. "Another 5 minutes, I can give you impulse in 2 and a half" he added calculating an estimate. he glanced to the side briefly catching sight of The Ensign, he called the young man over before speaking again as he returned to his own task at hand. "Weapons should be back online fully in a jiffy" he added, "shields...." he blinked away a few beads of sweat, "half a jif," he said, 'hopefully' he added silently as he worked.

The Ensign stared at the civilian as he conversed with the Bridge. What kind of technical terms were "jiffy" and "half a jif" ?

"Ensign?" the man called out to him, taking James Dweebs out of his temporary trance.

"Sir?" the young man winced inwardly snapping to attention.

"Come on, help me get the core back online" he waved a hand at another console across the core, The Ensign obeyed without a word and both of them got back to work unaware of what was going on outside or up on the bridge.

Mark Harmon

06-11-2008, 19:26

[[ USS Horizon -- Turbolift ]]

"Didn't think I'd send a Chameliod over there all on her own, did you?" Mark spoke in a level tone breaking the silence between the two; now was as good a time as any to have a little one on one chat with the renegade crew member of the Horizon. The ship seemed to have quite a few of those, both civilian and StarFleet. Not that Mark minded.

He shifted his stance, he was aware of why the pirate ship came though. If his Intel could be trusted, and based on his experiences and what he's managed to overhear on the Bridge, his findings have proven to be correct; no way in hell he would even risk sending one person over there, especially given Janzie's past according to Jackie's personal logs.

OFF: tag! no plan till we get to the transporter room. :p if you wanna JP this, email me or jump me on IM to finish this off.

Janzie

06-18-2008, 18:02

[Horizon, Turbolift:]

"Didn't think I'd send a Chameloid over there all on her own, did you?" Mark spoke in a level tone breaking the silence between the two; now was as good a time as any to have a little one on one chat with the renegade crew member of the Horizon. The ship seemed to have quite a few of those, both civilian and StarFleet. Not that Mark minded.

He shifted his stance, he was aware of why the pirate ship came though. If his Intel could be trusted, and based on his experiences and what he's managed to overhear on the Bridge, his findings have proven to be correct; no way in hell he would even risk sending one person over there, especially given Janzie's past according to Jackie's personal logs.

Janzie’s attention was as alert as her slightly modified Starfleet trained body posture. She could assure Jenkins that his efficient filing system had probably done its job after all. Admiral Harmon at least knew what she was, so it stood to reason he also had a pretty good idea why she wasn’t in a uniform any longer either. “Not at all Sir,” she replied quickly. “In fact I’d hope not to be honest. I just got the impression from your words that you intended to come along.” She swallowed hard. “Not that I don’t believe you are not fully capable and within your right to do so Sir,” she clarified in a rush. Her eyes closed briefly. ‘Stupid.’

"Ah-huh" Mark spoke, his face a mask of calm and his demeanor ever so casual, a glass of whiskey in his hand would fit right in to complete the current snapshot where it not for the present situation they were in right now. "Go on..." he nodded, a brief smirk playing on his lips before his mind shifted gears. “What's your plan, then?" he queried, curious to know what was on her mind exactly.

“Well Sir,” Janzie replied more casually after the realization that the Admiral was of the more relaxed variety, or at least appeared to be. “It’s entirely possible that they are expecting us to do exactly what we are about to do,” she answered. “However, it will be easier to bring enough people in to truly send this Sorak a message, and not get anyone killed, if the way was a little more clear. That ship is likely to be manned with as many if not more people than this ship has, and they’d figure out we were aboard in short order. I would aim to even the odds a little.”

“I certainly had no intention of doing this completely alone Admiral. I may have…certain advantages, including having spent some time around some Nausicaans and their favored equipment, but I’m not completely stupid,” Janzie clarified. “But at least initially, and given the current circumstances, it will be a lot easier to slip one person aboard that ship unnoticed, especially one that will literally blend in with the rest of their crew, cause a little confusion and a little preliminary mayhem, then bring more on board, and undetected, if I take out their internal sensors first.”

“But I will follow your plan Admiral,” Janzie concluded. She was out of the Starfleet loop and regardless of her real universe experience; he was an Admiral for a reason.

Mark smirked, he liked the way the woman was thinking. She was right, it would've been a lot easier to slip one person aboard unnoticed, especially someone of her caliber, however, Mark had no intention of utilizing that until he knew more about what Janzie was capable off, especially since she wanted to get back into StarFleet "Your....advantages." he spoke, his tone indicating the very advantages only three people aboard the ship were aware off, "are best to stay unknown to Sorak and his people for now. Besides, using your abilities now could ruin your chances of getting back into Starfleet. That is your ultimate goal isn't it, Ms Kyle? " he said, his voice easy going.

"As for you actually having spent some time around Nausicaans and their equipment.." Mark trailed off, then a grin crossed his lips for a short time before it disappeared. "Even better for our side." he added, for now keeping his plan under wraps until they had a chance to meet up with the Chief of Security. "Given my intel, I doubt they would expect anyone to board them" he added.

“They *are* Nausicaans,” Janzie nodded with a brief smirk of her own. “But yes, not that I don’t like leather,” she commented in reference to her current attire, “but legitimately wearing a Starfleet uniform is my goal. And I could be wrong, but I think it was mostly the shape-shifting *without* permission and especially as another cadet/officer that was what the ruling Admiralty didn’t like.” No matter her good intentions it hadn’t been a good choice on her part, and over the years, she reluctantly agreed her punishment had been warranted.

Harmon’s earlier comment about Sorak was a good point. “I don’t want to sound too full of myself Sir, but I would like to think I make a good wild card…and as you stated, one probably best kept hidden until absolutely needed in this case.” Even with out looking like another species, Janzie had spent enough time since her departure from the fleet learning to have a formidable and skilled backbone. Whatever the Admiral’s plan was, she was sure she could carry out her part in it.

"That all depends on how lucky you get and who ends up ruling on your case," Mark said, there were still people in the fleet who weren't fond of one species or another which was normal, but it's those that took it to the next step and used their influence in unpleasant ways for the species that Mark had a problem with. "Some of the Admiralty isn't as forgiving as others" he said.

"I believe this crew is full of wildcards" Mark spoke with a light note in his voice. "not always a bad thing" Mark showed traces of a smile again. Not that he wasn't used to the sort of crew they had aboard, but with Jackie as the CO at one point, he wasn't surprised at all. It seemed that her legacy stayed on even if the Caitian herself was no longer in command, or in Starfleet. Mark frowned then mentally shook off the cobwebs of the past and focused on what lay ahead of them. He stayed silent about that as the turbolift deposited them to their destination. Motioning for Janzie to go ahead, Mark joined her soon after she disembarked.

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Admiral Mark Harmon
Commanding Officer
USS Rayden / USS Horizon

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Mark Harmon

06-18-2008, 18:29

[[USS Horizon -- Outside Transporter Room 1]]

Janzie and Mark met Jeral outside the transporter room. As the rifles were passed around, Mark explained the situation to the Lieutenant in the few minutes they had before they were to beam over.

"...as per my Intel," Mark spoke moving on from his description of the situation outside, "they have 49 crew aboard now" he said checking the rifle to make sure it was fully charged and ready to go. "not the usual contingent of crew for such a ship, but better odds for us." he noted outlining the rest of the plan.

"Once we beam in, take out any crew insight , move to take over the bridge which is two decks above where we'll be beamed in." he spoke recalling the ship's layout from memory. He hung the rifle over his shoulder for the time being, feeling at home with the weapon over his shoulder.

"In a few minutes, once we have weapons and engines Horizon should take out their internal comm system as well as internal sensors; then we beam in." Mark added , so they wouldn't have to worry about anyone on the bridge of the pirate ship being alerted before it was needed to be known someone else was aboard. "They should still have engines and other essential systems" he added, "until we get the ship that is."

It all depended on whether the Horizon could give them the opening they needed to beam in. He hoped the ship's weapons and engines will be back online soon and that Grenn will be able to keep the pirates otherwise occupied in a chase and Jackie's aim wasn't off. Or this'd be a particularly messy mission for everyone aboard the Horizon, Mark knew the Horizon could hold her own against the pirates with the crew the Intrepid had aboard, even if the pirate ship was a bit bigger in size.

"Questions?" he asked, looking at both Janzie and Jeral.

OFF: tag Janzie & Jeral.

Jeral Krezek

06-20-2008, 23:03

"Mr Krezek, report to transporter room one. Bring along two extra rifles" he said, his tone carried a note that an explanation and a briefing was forthcoming, just not over the ship's comm systems.

Jeral was busy with repairing one of the minor damaged systems in the auxiliary control room when he got the call. "On my way," he said, looking over at Beth. "Hold down the fort, Lieutenant," he ordered before he ran off to the nearest weapons locker...

*****

He arrived just as the others did, armed with two phaser rifles, a backup Type 2, and his always-present Type 1 in his right pocket, within arm's reach. He looked over at the two, but was confused. Who's the rifle for? he thought to himself.

After listening to the plan and entering the transporter room, he spoke up. "Sir... may I remind the admiral about starship commanding officers entering hostile environments," he said. "Furthermore... who's this, and is she cleared for phaser weaponry? I'd like to come back in one piece, and being in a CQB situation would make me feel a lot better if I had someone... trained... helping out."

Mark Harmon

06-21-2008, 07:18

Mark smirked. "Your reminder is duly noted Lieutenant" he spoke, with no intention of staying aboard. "As for Ms Kyle, don't worry; she's cleared and as a former StarFleet officer, well trained with weapons" he added with a side glance at Janzie, he didn't go into further details.

He tapped his commbadge.

"Harmon to Bridge. Away team ready on your mark." he spoke, "Captain Cash have Ms Clawson disable their shields and give us a way to beam in."

OFF:
tag Bridge. Pirates.

Jackie Clawson

06-21-2008, 07:26

[[USS Horizon -- Bridge]]

Jackie frowned trying hard not to think thoughts of what the repercussions where following the appearance of the pirates. If there was one thing she couldn't hide from it was her past. Right now, more than ever, she wanted to run and hide, she wanted to go to some alien planet out there in the vast galaxy and live there; but she knew she couldn't hide.

She shook her head, wincing at the memories assaulting her mind, her eyes focused on the control panel in front of her. Weapons were still coming online, as were the targeting sensors, Jackie bit her lip and unconsciously put one hand on her stomach as her eyes locked to the console in front.

Across the room, Bettina noticed Jackie's expression and moved to stand beside her. Silently, she took her friend's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "It will be all right," she muttered quietly.

Jackie's ears flickered, "I thought so too, when I met Alex" Jackie spoke in almost a whisper. She pushed back tears threatening to engulf her, now was not the time to get mopey, "All my life they're chasing me" she spoke, tapping at the controls.

"Well, we just need to be sure this is it...this ends it." Bettina spoke with more confidence than she felt, but she wanted Jackie to be happy. She deserved it. "Bryan will be able to help..."

"It won't end. Never ends" Jackie almost laughed somewhat sadly shaking her head, "Sorak came after me himself, last time, these are just his hired goons. If it's not him, there'll be someone else. Half of Romulus wants my tail," the Caitian spoke, she smiled a little. "and I don't know if next time they'll be able to succeed. This time.." she nodded at the screen and the pirate ship on there, "can we take 'em? We've just gotten repaired." her voice sounded pained, she still considered the Horizon her ship, even if it no longer was.

"Jackie..." Sighing, Bettina just leaned her head on the Caitian's arm, distressed that she couldn't offer an easy answer, knowing that she would fold and die if something happened to Bryan, and knowing that Chadwick's death had hit Jackie hard. "I'm sorry," she finally murmured.

Jackie looked over at Bettina, her expression holding steady, "I'm fine" she spoke the mantra as if that alone will make it all fine. "It's not your fault" she added.

"I know that." She shrugged. "I just...I wish there was a way I could help. What are you going to do?"

Jackie shrugged, she'd asked herself that very question a number of times over the past few weeks, every time she wasn't sure how to answer it. "I don't know" she finally said, "taking things day by day 'till now. I wasn't expecting, " she nodded at the screen. Now wouldn't be a good time for Sorak to get his hands on her; she winced reliving the memory of the cutlass going through her abdomen.

"We just need to show them not to mess with us." Bettina grinned. "After all, we have hormones on our side!"

Jackie couldn't help but smile at that.

"you would think after almost two decades of chasing, they'd get the point." Jackie added.

"No kidding, too bad we can't put it to real use." She grinned, then sighed. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Jackie brushed back a hair, "Take care of Bryan" Jackie spoke in a quiet voice, Some, rarely live their lives without knowing what it's like to lose a loved one be it a spouse or a child; others aren't so lucky, then there are those like Jackie Clawson who's felt the loss not once but twice in her life. And she knew she wouldn't wish that even on her enemies. "and yourself and your child" she added.

"You, too..." Bettina gently patted Jackie's belly, then glanced toward her husband. "I'm glad he's staying here for a change, where I can keep an eye on him."

Jackie nodded, "I'm glad Mark's here. I'm sure he and Bryan make a good team," she spoke. "they'll get things done"

"I'll keep an eye on them while you are gone, Ma'am." Bettina grinned. "They won't get away with anything!"

Jackie smiled, the smile froze as Harmon's voice carried over the intercom. She mouthed a 'thank you' to Bettina before turning to her console.

"Ready here" she reported to Bryan, "Engineering ought to have the engines back up in a few" she said.

OFF:
Joint post by Bettina Cash and Jackie Clawson

tag: bridge. pirates.

Janzie

06-22-2008, 06:09

[USS Horizon, Transporter Room 1:]

Janzie gave the lieutenant a forced smile. Of anyone on the ship, besides the Admiral, he would have the most reason to be suspicious of her and her abilities. Though, internally she frowned as though she wasn’t expecting a huge thanks, unless she was mistaken, she had saved this man’s sister from being sucked out of the Venture Star’s mess hall. That had to count for something didn’t it? Like everyone else on the Horizon however, he probably had more important things than a civilian like herself to worry about… at least until the Admiral assigned her to an away team…and armed.

She appreciated the Admiral’s intervention, though it probably added more reasons for suspicion to the lieutenant’s list than it eased. There were few reasons that younger officers left Starfleet and they usually weren’t good. Though she smirked at bit at the Admiral’s statement of it simply being that she was an ex-officer that gave her the ability to use the rifle that he had chosen for her. Counselors weren’t exactly trained to weald rifles…she had passed the standard weapons training and at the time, had little reason to believe she’d even need a phaser of she was told to wear one. No, most of Janzie’s weapons and self defense expertise had come afterwards…the years spent traveling from star system to star system both before and after the time in the Dilithium mines.

Janzie accepted the rifle and promptly inspected it, including holding it in firing position to check for any nuances to this particular weapon she would need to be aware of. In theory, having been replicated (she assumed), it was just like any other weapon of its type in the armory…but anyone who spent any time with weapons knew better and checked them over thoroughly anyway. Satisfied she relaxed her hold on the weapon, but held it in such away that once the final word was given it was back in a ready position.

She gave a nod to both Admiral Harmon and Lt. Krezek. Once they beamed over, she would follow their leads.

Beth

06-22-2008, 23:38

Auxilary control room

Jeral was busy with repairing one of the minor damaged systems in the auxiliary control room when he got the call. "On my way," he said, looking over at Beth. "Hold down the fort, Lieutenant," he ordered before he ran off to the nearest weapons locker...

"Aye Sir." Beth said even as he left, she continued with the repairs she was able to do. She was far from being an engineer but she could do most of the repairs that were needed here, so unless she recieved different orders from the top she would follow the ones the Chief had just issued her with.

M'karll

06-29-2008, 07:28

OOC: A post from NPC Dr. Kitty, this character has received an overhaul from the last time he was posted with... well, you'll see.

Auxiliary Control Room

It had taken awhile for the doctor to get a spare moment, but now that he had one he was going to follow up on something he should have taken care of some tiem ago but hadn't yet gotten around to. Surprisingly, it didn't involve Jackie and getting the woman into sickbay this time. Not that I'zzad usually handled getting the retired Admiral into sickbay, he doubted he'd be able to do it anyway since she probably wouldn't take him seriously, what with his little problem and all. Still, he had to give that new security officer a talking to about giving medication to someone without clearing it with him first.

Entering the auxiliary area he looked around. Seeing someone he didn't recognize because they hadn't even been in for their physical yet (HEATHEN!) he walked over to the security officer. He hadn't been told a name for this person yet and since the lights were a bit low and Beth's back was turned he couldn't tell much about her. "I would think a security officer would know better than to give a strange medication to a prisoner," I'zzad began, not even bothering to introduce himself as the ship's surgeon. "I mean honestly you don't know what might..." He stopped midsentence as a strange yet familiar pheromonal scent filled his nostrals. This person wasn't a he. She was a she. All of a sudden the stern lecturing tone of the doctor melted away and his self-confidence problem when it came to interpersonal interactions with women cropped up.

"W-w-well, th-that... I-I-I m-mean... you j-just sh-should w-well... y-you know.. ch-ch-check is a-all."

(tag Beth)

Beth

06-30-2008, 18:55

On:

Beth turned round to face the man that had started off reading her the riot act, then went into stammering. "Sir I appologise for my foolish mistake, I asure you it shall not happen again Sir." she said in a low tone and blushing slightly, she still had Admiral Harmons words ringing in her ears.

When Beth turned around I'zzad began to retreat away from her. She was probably going to knock his head in for reading her the riot act. How could he have not realized straight away that she was a she? "I-I-I... w-well... um... y-yes," was all he could manage to get out.

"Sir, are you alright, I did not mean to scare you when I turned round. I mean I know us Humans can be ugly to some other races, but I didn't think I was that scary looking." she said softly as she turned away from him.

"N-n-not sc-scary... f-f-f-f-f-... girl."

"Oh I see, will it help if I move further away so you know you are safe from me?" she asked seriously.

"N-n-n-no... y-you'll st-still b-b-be girl... j-just w-waitng..."

"Oh I am sorry but there is not much I can do about that, did you want me to report for my medical as well Sir?" she asked.

"I-I-I..." The Surgeon wasn't sure how to respond to that one. If she came in for her physical he'd have to be very close to her. And poke and prod her. And she'd be awake. If she wasn't awake for it then he could handle it. "W-well, y-y-yes," he finally stammered.

"I will come down to medical as soon as the away team are back, and my work here is done . . if thats ok with you Sir." she said in the same soft tone staying polite and respectful all the time.

"I-I-I... y-yes... ok," I'zzad managed to say, his breathing had been becoming steadily faster in the presence of Beth. The fact that she wasn't acting threatening or anything else of the like didn't matter. Social interactions with women, no matter the occasion always caused the surgeon to get very nervous and risk an all out panic attack.

"Thank you Sir." she said as she ducked under a console again and took off the front panel and started to poke around.

When Beth turned around again and ducked back under the console the surgeon quickly turned. The last thing he needed was a full blown panic attack. "A-a-as y-you w-were," the surgeon said, ducking back out of Auxiliary control quickly to escape.

Beth chuckled to herself as the doctor left, she had never before met a Caitian male that was frightend of Females from any race.

A JP by

NPC Dr. Kitty

and

Jackie Clawson

07-01-2008, 19:30

[[USS Horizon -- Bridge]]

Jackie kept her eyes locked onto the console in front, trying not to think of who was on the other side of the view screen and what they wanted, instead the Caitian focused on the task at hand.

"Would help if I could get full weapons" she muttered rerouting power to necessary systems, she cursed in Caitian watching the shields fluctuate but remain steady for now. "Bridge to engineering, give me a bit more power if you want to stay in one piece" she spoke.

=/\="All these years and ya still need more power?"=/\= came the disembodied voice of the chief engineer.

Jackie couldn't help but smile, quickly chasing the past away; it's been too long since she heard that particular voice. She wasn't even in StarFleet at the time.

"Talk less, more power, Mister." she responded. "this *is* a bit of a life and death, eh?"

=/\="Isn't it always?"=/\= he remarked. =/\="Here. Weapons. Shields should hold; everything sans life support's going up there, Jackie"=/\= he spoke, =/\="That, I'm keepin' for the engines. Could you guys buy us another minute? Engineering out"=/\=

Jackie noted the spike of power to her console, she re-routed to power up weapons and add more juice to the shields.

"You want a minute....?" she muttered to herself her fingers flying across the controls as she sent a volley of phaser fire towards the pirate ship in an attempt to at least hold 'em off. She heard Mark call the Bridge notifying them they were standing by to beam over. Jackie narrowed her eyes and looked up at the view screen before turning to Cash to await the go ahead from him.

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[[Pirate ship]]

The ship shook under the firepower of the Intrepid Class ship, and the Nausegaan captain stood defiant. "Target weapons array," he ordered.

"Shields down to thirty-five percent," the tactical officer called out.

The captain was getting very angry. Here, they were supposed to be easy prey for them, with superior tactical data, and they were getting whipped. He was slowly coming to the realization that Sorak might have been lying to him.

And when he caught back up with him, he would make him suffer.

"Fire," he ordered, and the tactical officer hit the button. Blue bolts shot out from the ship and lanced at the Horizon, flashing the ship's shields to life...

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[[USS Horizon - Bridge]]

Jackie let out a low growl as the brand new hit from the pirate ship was felt all throughout the ship. She held onto the console catching the readings.

"Shields down to 62%!" she announced, "Bryan. if we're gonna do it, I suggest we do it in the next thirty seconds," she said, her hands at the targetting controls as she attempted to lock onto the spot Mark's intell mentioned; she pushed the mental alert of having used Cash's first name aside for the time being. This wasn't the time for technicalities like that.

"I have a lock" she said, silently hoping they had bought enough time for engineering to get the engines back online when all hell broke lose in a few moments.

Bryan smiled as jackie used his first name.....he had been silent for the longest time. Sometimes in command you had to just sit back and let your people do there jobs without barking orders in there ears. Now was the time for him to step back in. Standing he walked forward and few paces and smirked as he watched the enemy ship grow larger on screen. They picked the wrong ship and the wrong day to mess with them.

"Fire!" He shouted as the ships came dangerously close together. He watched as Horizon fired and indeed the hole in the shields had been made. within seconds he knew the team would beam over there. For once in his life he had stayed behind......and it felt right. He was needed here not risking everything on his own again.

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[[Pirate Ship]]

The ship shook under the pressure from the Horizon's weapons, so much so that it threw even the steady captain off of his feet.

It was the only thing that saved his life.

A large piece of the ceiling came crashing down, crushing the rear part of the bridge, killing a few of the bridge crew instantly. One other was sucked through the resulting hull breach before the emergency force field kicked in, sealing the bridge from the vacuum of space.

The captain gasped for air, only with two thoughts in his mind: Survive, and Kill Sorak.

OFF:
Joint post by Bryan Cash, Jackie Clawson and the pirate scum. (with a cameo from the mysterious chief engineer)

Beth

07-03-2008, 06:48

On:
Beth finished up what repairs she was able to effect, then as she had no further orders she headed to sickbay. She did not call ahead she just headed there, she was surprised to find she was actually looking forwards to seeing the Doctor again.

A short time later she walked into sickbay, "Hello Doctor, I am here for my medical."she called.

Hearing a familiar voice, I'zzad poked his head out of the small office that had been allotted to him as the Horizon's Chief Surgeon and Asssistant Chief Medical Officer. Turning his head to the side he saw who it was that had called out and quickly ducked back inside his office. What was she doing here? Probably here to yell at him for having lectured her earlier. And hit him. Or throw him in the brig. Peering slowly around the doorjam the doctor looked to see if there was anyone else that could handle her. But he was the only doctor present. "Why me," he muttered to himself, pulling on his lab coat and exiting his office. "Y-y-yes... p-p-p-pr-problem," he asked.

"I am here for my medical Sir." she said in a soft friendly tone as she smiled at him. She thought it was cute how he stammered when around her, she wondered if he was that way with all females.

"M-m-medical," the surgeon asked, not processing what she was asking. "Y-you l-l-look... y-yes, ok to m-m-me."

"Thank you Sir but even I know that will not pass for a full medical to pass me fit for duty."She could not help but stare into his wonderful blue eyes, he was actually a very good looking male.

"Y-y-you m-mean y-y-... physical," he asked as she peered into his eyes. He wished she wouldn't do that, it only made him more nervous.

Beth turned and walked over to a Biobed, "Yes Sir thats exactly what I mean, should I just lay on this bed here?" she asked

"L-lay? Y-y-yes... I-I-I... th-that w-works," I'zzad said at last, following her to the biobed she'd chosen and pulling the privacy screen around to shield them both from view, which only served to heighten his sense of unease.

Beth lay down on the bed and closed her eyes, she put her arms beside her and just relaxed.

As Beth lay down on the biobed and closed her eyes the surgeon fidgeted. If only he could give her something to knock her out, then this nervousness would go away. But, since it wasn't needed it would probably look bad. "Uh... y-y-yes, g-good," he stammered, turning around to a small table of medical tools and selecting a medical tricorder, disengaging the probe from the scanning device before activating it and beginning to scan Beth.

Beth lay there feeling very relaxed she had been working hard on the repairs, she hated anything to do with engineering as she was not fully trained in it. She knew she had a few minor nicks and bruises from it, but she had not noticed the slash to her right hip. It had actually gone right through her uniform pants, it was not overly deep but deep enough that it was still bleeding.

Thinking that, perhaps, his nervousness would go down some if he focused hard on the tricorder's screen and tried not to look at Beth laying there on the biobed the doctor continued to scan the woman, running the probe over her body. Everything looked fairly ok, a few minor scrapes and bruises. He was so intent on the tricorder screen that he didn't notice how close his paw was to Beth's body until it bumped into her chest. I'zzad was so startled that he dropped the probe in the middle of Beth's chest and backed up several steps. "O-o-oh d-d-d-dear," he said, raising the tricorder until he was just peering over the top of it at Beth. "I-I-I, we-well... s-s-s-s... I-I-I di-didn't..."

Beth jumped as he dropped the probe, she had been so relaxed she was on the verge of falling asleep. She had not felt his paw touch her chest at all, she sat up and looked at him almost cowering behind the tricorder. "Is everything ok Sir?" she asked slightly confused as she held the probe out to him as she lay back down.

"I-I-I... uh..." The surgeon's pulse was racing and his breathing was fast and shallow, he was starting to have a panic attack. Taking a few deep breaths he managed to calm himself some. "Y-y-yes," he finally managed, taking the probe back and returning to his scanning. Everything looked ok until the tricorder started to beep at him. "Uh... w-w-well..." He circled around the biobed to Beth's right side and looked at her hip, without getting too close. She definitely had something there that he needed to tend to. Ever so cautiously, I'zzad reached out with one finger and touched the dark spot on Beth's pants where she'd been nicked, closing his eyes at the same time.

Beth lay still as she listend to him stammering, she wanted to ask what was wrong but she didn't want to spook him. As his finger touched her hip her eyes snapped open, there was a slight stab of pain which she ignored. "Is something wrong Sir." she asked softly.

"C-c-cut," I'zzad replied, yanking his finger back like he'd been burned and turning around to the medical tools table.

"Ohh I hadn't noticed, i'm sorry if I had known about it I would of told you before." she said softly though she still did not move, she could tell he was still very nerveous around her and she felt that needed to be changed.

"I... w-well... yes, f-f-fix it," the surgeon replied, turning around with the dermal regenerator. He was not looking forward to what was coming up, and knew he would have to focus on the job to keep his nervousness in check since Beth was awake and not out cold. That was why he preferred surgery. Sleeping patients didn't know what he was doing. They didn't know anything at all, and couldn't offer input. Waking paitents were different entirely.

Beth lay there thinking of ways to possibly get him to be more comfortable around her, she remained still and quiet as he worked not interfereing or telling him how best to do his job. Afterall he was the doctor not her, she smiled at him as he worked. "Thank you for being so conciderate Sir, any other Doctor would of made me remove my pants so they could get a better look." she said softly

The surgeon laughed uneasily at Beth's words. He hadn't actually begun to do anything yet to deal with her wound. Setting the the tool down on the biobed next to Beth the Caitian stood there wrinigng his paws for a moment, trying to psych himself up for what he had to do. "Ac-ac-actually... y-yes... unless y-y-you want m-me t-t-to... c-c-cut p-p-pants?"

Beth blushed at the thought of taking her pants off infront of the only male in many years she had fancied, knowing he was very nerveous too she didn't want to make him feel worse. The trouble was she wasn't sure what would make him feel worse her stripping off or him having to cut her pants leg, "I . . ." she raised her butt off the bed as she undid her pants and pushed them down. "I think this way will be better as I am still on duty Sir" she quickly said as she blushed deeply.

Quickly the surgeon turned around and grabbed a blanket from under the biobed, as soon as he saw Beth moving to slip her pants down. With his eyes squeezed firmly shut he stood back up and somehow got the blanket draped over the proper area. He could recycle it when he was through. Opening one eye just a tiny slit he peered out to see if he'd been on target when he'd dropped the blanket on the woman. He was pleased to see that he had. Sighing audibly, his shoulders sagged a little. "B-b-b-b-b... good."

Beth clung to the blanket as if it were all she was wearing, so the doctor was conciderate and not just out for a peek. "Thank you Sir." she said softly as she lay back and closed her eyes once more, she was feeling tired now but still had a while to go on her shift.

Chuckling a bit uneasily, I'zzad gingerly took the end of the blanket with two fingers touching it as little as possible. Ever so slowly he lifted it until he could see the gash in Beth's hip. Once he had re-revealed the wound he snatched up the dermal regenerator. Then he stopped. He'd have to clean the wound first. Setting the dermal regenerator back down, the surgeon spun and picked up a rag and some rubbing alcohol. There might have been tools that could have cleaned the wound as well, but not the dried blood that was around it. And until the surgeon got rid of that he wouldn't be able to see exactly where the wound was. "Th-th-this m-m-may... s-s-sting," he stammered, wetting the clean cloth with the alcohol before pressing it over the wound.

Beth took a deep breath and held it as the Doctor cleaned the wound, she didn't want to look weak by gasping or winceing. So she controled her breathing and lay very still for him, "Is it deep?" she asked

"D-d-does... no," I'zzad replied, cleaning the wound and the dried blood from Beth's leg, which required that he place a paw on her hip above the wound to hold her down in case she twitched or jumped.

"You have very soft hands Doctor Izzad." Beth said softly she was actually enjoying the feel of his hand against her skin.

At Beth's words the surgeon lost his battle with his nerves. His blue eyes popped out a little bit, his heart began to race, and his breath began to come in short quick gasps. Dropping the rag he placed hands on the biobed and leaned on it for support. Of course, that didn't do much to help since it just put his head that much closer to Beth's body making her scent that much stronger.

Beth could see the doctor was having trouble breathing, 'dam did I do this to him just by being nice' she asked herself. Out load she said "Dr are you alright, do you need me to call for the nurse for you?" she asked as she sat up and slid from the bed.

When Beth sat up the blanket fell a little ways, revealing rather more of her skin than the surgeon had previously been looking at. Quickly he reached out and pushed Beth back down on the bed, pulling the blanket up to cover her again. Not trusting himself to speak, he merely shook his head 'no'.

Beth did not struggle with the doctor as he forced her back onto the bed, "Ok I will lay still." she said softly as she lay her head back down, though she watched him closely worried about him.

"W-w-w-w... girls m-may-make m-m-me n-nervous w-when th-they're a-a-a-awake," he finally stammered out. "I-I-I-I c-can't h-help it... w-w-w-would be d-d-different if y-you w-were a-a-a-asleep."

"I was until you droped the probe." Beth said softly, "I am sorry I make you so nerveous, I was hoping you would join me for dinner tonight." she said looking up into his very nice eyes.

"D-d-d-dinner," the surgeon asked, leaning further over Beth as his arms started to become weak. A second later his forehead was resting in the middle of her stomach which was covered by the blanket. "W-w-who c-c-c-c-cooks," he asked in a slightly muffled tone.

"Well if it will make you more comfortable to be in sourondings that you know well you can, or if you wish and think you can cope with being in my quarters I will." she said softly as she fought the urge to run her hand through the soft white main of fur/haitr on his head.

"Y-y-you c-can," he replied at last. He'd probably wind up making something inedible if he had to cook while she was in his quarters. "W-w-w-where?"

"My quarters at 20:00 hrs, is there anything you like to eat?" she asked softly not knowing what kinds of foods he would eat.

"N-n-no on-onions... they're p-poison to m-m-me," he replied. Then, as if suddenly realizing exactly where his head was, the surgeon shot up like a bullet and snatched for the dermal regenerator.

Beth smiled, "You looked comfortable so I didn't want to move you, plus it felt nice." she said as she gentley touched his arm.

"P-p-p-panic a-attack," the surgeon muttered, lifting the blanket just enough to start running the dermal regenerator over the wound.

"I know I have had them before myself, I do understand how you feel and don't want to make it worse. If it will make it easier for you to complete your full medical examination of me I would be happy for you to sedate me." Beth said as she gave him a smile.

"A-a-almost d-done n-n-now," the surgeon replied. There really wasn't much point in sedating her now since he was almost done. It would be a waste. He could make it the rest of the way. Maybe.

"I think you have done very well all things concidered." she said as watched him continue his work, his movements were gracefull even when he was nerveous.

The surgeon just nodded. Finishing, he pulled the blanket back over Beth and then moved to the foot of the biobed. Reaching under the blanket he began to remove her boots. Once they were off he'd remove her pants. "I-I-I n-need y-y-your pants. B-b-biohazard."

"Ohhh erm ok, can I use the blanket to get back to my quarters to get a new pair?" she asked slightly worried about how she would get a new pair.

"N-n-no... b-b-bio-biohazard. W-w-will replicate," I'zzad said in reply, dropping the first of the boots to the ground with a dull thud.

"Oh ok, thank you Dr Izzad thats very kind of you." she said as she closed her eyes and relaxed once more.

Dropping the other boot to the deck the surgeon began to pull the pants off of the security officer by pulling on the pants legs. He was not about to start at the waist band while she was awake, even if it would have been easier.

Beth lifted the blanket enough for her to reach under it and push her pants down for him, then she lay down again to keep out of his way.

Grateful for the assistance, I'zzad finished removing Beth's pants and draped them over an arm before disappearing through the privacy curtain in the direction of the medical replicator. A few moments later he returned with a new pair of pants. "F-f-fresh f-from the c-c-cleaners," he said witha very small smile, handing over the new pants.

"Thank you Dr Izadd, you have been very kind. So what are the results of my medical, am I fit for duty." she asked softly as she took the pants from him her hand accidently catching his.

When Beth's hand brushed his own the surgeon dropped the pants. "G-g-g-good to g-g-go," he stammered.

"Thank you, I am sure the Admirial will be pleased. Oh and I really am sorry about the incident down in the brig, I know I was in the wrong and I promise I won't do it again." she said looking down at the pants in her lap.

"G-g-good," the surgeon replied, still standing there as if rooted to the spot.

Beth pulled the pants under the blanket and started to put them on, she managed to get them up to her thighs before the blanket slipped and fell to the floor.

When the blanket started to slip the doctor ducked out of sight to retrieve it. Part of it was that he knew he'd have a serious panic attack if he didn't, and part of it was that the blanket had to be recycled.

Beth blushed deeply as she lifted her butt to pull the pants up, once she had them up she quickly stood beside the bed. "Your ok now Dr I am dressed." she said as she moved to the bottom of the bed to retrive her boots.

"O-o-ok," I'zzad stammered, standing up and finally looking at Beth again.

Beth smiled at him, "So is there anything in particular you like to eat? Or drink?" she asked as she stood opposite him her eyes drawn to his.

"I-I-I'm n-not p-picky," he replied as Beth peered into his eyes. "J-just n-no onions."

"Ok I will ensure there are no onions in the meal, or the drink." she said cheekily.

"G-g-good... w-w-where are y-your q-quarters?"

"My quarters are down on deck 9, room 28. "Beth replied still just standing there stareing into his eyes, his eyes held her made her lose herself in them.

"O-o-ok," he replied, still standing rooted to the spot, clutching the blanket.

Beth knew she should be getting back to her duties but she didn't actually want to leave him, she wanted to stay there with him until he felt less nerveous around her.

She pulled her eyes from his with a great effort, "I am sorry Dr I should get back to work if you have finished with me." she said as she smiled at him brightly.

"Y-y-yes, all d-done," I'zzad replied, stepping to the side and beginning to pull back the privacy screens.

"I look forwards to seeing you tonight." she said as she turned and started to leave.

"S-s-see y-you then," he called back, moving to the replicator to recycle the blanket.

Beth left sickbay and headed for the security office, she wished the rest of her shift would fly by. She was due to finish at 6pm and then had time to cook a meal and shower and change.

A JP by

DR 'Kitty' I'zzad (PNPC)

and

Kayvin Jal

07-07-2008, 06:42

ON:

[Lounge]

The Horizon seemed to be going to hell in a handbasket lately. Of course, there wasn't much for M'karll to do in the current situation, and since he assumed that Jackie didn't need him to come hold her paw during the current situation he went to the next best place, the officer's lounge. After all, he was technically off duty and there wasn't much for him to do at the moment since there was no call for a shuttle right at the present. The cutlass hanging off his hip thumped gently against his leg as he moved to the bar. "Ya-har, barman! I be needin' a mos' devilish brew! Bring me a whiskey," the pilot demanded, thumping a paw loudly on the bar.

Kayvin came out from around the corner, she had been arranging things a bit in the bar closet. "M'karll!" she exclaimed, remembering meeting the Caitian over comm at the tournament.

M'karll thought he recognized the voice from one of the many subspace matchmaking sessions that his sister Ressi enjoyed so much. Still, there were so many of them that he couldn't remember all the names and faces, especially in the lower lighting of the emergency lights. "Me!" He yelled exuberantly, not remembering the woman's name.

Kayvin smiled slightly and reached down under the bar for a bottle of whiskey. Poured a glass, and slid it across the bar.

Taking the glass, M'karll slammed down the drink and examined the woman a bit more closely. Yes, he definitely recognized her, though he couldn't put a name to the face. Someone Ressi had introduced. Since she was here he could only deduce that she had picked him from the bunch. How odd, usually the women Ressi found wanted nothing to do with the odd Caitian and her equally odd brothers. Still, M'karll was certain that the woman couldn't be here for Sargeant Stutter or Lieutenant Boredom. The pirate loving Caitian could also not see a good reason to beat around the bush. "So there bonnie lass, ye chose me," he asked, and before she could respond he reached across the bar with both paws and grabbed Kayvin pulling her in close and locking his lips on hers for a kiss.

Kayvin pushed away from him and stepped backwards, nearly tripping behind the bar. She steadied herself against the wall. "Uh, I didn't choose anyone," she stated, "I'm just working the bar."

"Ye can't fool me space lass," M'karll replied with a chuckle, watching Kayvin with his cat-like eyes. "Ye must have reason ta be sailin' in ther territory of M'karll the Great! Surely yer not here for Dr. Stutter or Lieutenant Plant Man... Ya-ha-har, I be the greatest kitty on this fine ship!"

"I came because I'm friends with Bettina," she replied.

"Ye may be gettin' here fer that too, but ye can't fool an old space cat! I know ye wan' me too," M'karll replied with a grin. The scary thing was he'd only had one shot of whiskey and couldn't possibly be drunk yet.

"I know you've made up your mind," Kayvin replied, "but I'm afraid you are mistaken."

"But how could a lass turn down a loveable space pirate kitty," M'karll asked, pulling out his most devastating weapon: the sad kitty face.

She smiled weakly, the cat was... persistant. But after three hundred years, she could handle it.

The sad kitty face wasn't working any better than anything else. Maybe if purring was added to the sad kitty face? Who could resist that kind of cuteness factor? Well, what non-Caitian (and non-Klingon) woman could anyway.

"M'karll, I will give you that you have an endearing personality. And you make me smile," she replied, "Don't push it."

"Yar, and what would I be pushin'? I'm sittin' at the bar, not pushin' anythin'," he replied with a chuckle. "Tee-har, ye ever been a pirate?"

"I've been a lot of things, but never a pirate," she replied.

"Ye should be one sometime... lots of fun! Swag! Booty! Cannons! Heh, ya-har ye should come with me sometime," M'karll purred.

"No thanks," she replied.

"Hardy-har! I knew it... what?"

"It's not my thing," she shrugged.

"But how can ye know if ye don' try it," M'karll asked, dumbfounded that someone could not want to even try being a pirate.

"M'karll, you're got going to leave me alone till I say yes to at least something, are you?" she asked.

The pilot stopped and seemed to think about that for a moment. He tilted his head to the left. Then to the right. Then he made a box with his fingers and framed Kayvin's face with it, peering through the box with one eye. Clearly, it appeared the Caitian didn't think about such things all that often. "Negative," he finally replied.

"Well, what do you want from me then?" she asked, "And don't ask for too much, or you get nothing."

"Dinner?"

She though about it for a moment. She doubted the cat would stop there, but it would placate him for now, at least. "Alright, tomorrow night?"

"Ya-har, I think that should work," he agreed.

"Alright, now get out of here," Kayvin replied.

"Yar, ye would kick me out," M'karll asked.

"I'm cutting you off," she said with a small smile.

"But I only is had one," he replied, holding up the empty shot glass. "Yar, I can't run on jus' one!"

"You can until tomorrow," she replied.

"I know where the rum's gone," he replied, standing up. "To my quarters!"

"Then, by all means..." she suggested.
"Yar, but will ye not pine fer yer kitteh," M'karll asked, winking at the bartender.

"I'll live," she replied.

"Are ye sure ye can, me hearty," M'karll asked, leaning on the bar.

She leaned on her side of the bar, coming very close to him. "Positive," she said, before backing back away quickly.

The pilot chuckled and stood back from the bar. "I be seein' ye tamorra then," the pilot said, turning and exiting the lounge.

This was going to take some effort, she'd have to call M'esserri on this one.

OFF:

*headdesk* Caitians...

Jackie Clawson

07-07-2008, 18:00

OFF: And what's wrong with Caitians? :p Give M"Karll some catnip ;)

ON:
[[USS Horizon -- Bridge]]

Jackie winced inwardly as another shot from the pirate ship jolted the ship's shields knocking them down to 42%. She frowned, her thoughts racing as she keyed in another torpedo and let it rip towards the pirate ship hoping to knock out their shields.

In a few moments, either the torpedo found its mark or the away team has done something from the inside, but the ship stopped firing for the time being. That's when the comm shot to life.

=/\= Impulse engines back online. Alonsy! =/\= he exclaimed, the sound of a hand clap echoed on the bridge through the comm as if that was supposed to help make them go faster.

Jackie noted Grenn's hands moving fast at the controls moving the ship away from the pirate ship but still keeping it within beaming distance. The Caitian let out a breath as she watched the pirate ship on the viewscreen. Silently she wished she could be there along with Mark, but she knew in her condition this wasn't the best move for her right now.

Now came the harder part... waiting for the away team to check in...

Bryan_Cash

07-12-2008, 06:10

ON:
[[USS Horizon -- Bridge]]

The waiting and not knowing was eating at bryan more then anything. He yearned to be over there in the thick of it getting the job done and not risking anyone else. But instead he was here just trying not to blow the damn pirate ship up before his team could do it's job. Jackie and grenn had kept one step ahead of the fire with some quick moves and returns of there own.

"Keep us moving like you are. Don't give them anyone side of the ship for very long." He called out to Grenn.

Bryan_Cash

07-12-2008, 06:10

Mark Harmon

07-13-2008, 18:00

[[Pirate Ship - Cargo Hold]]

The trio beamed into the darkened area. All three quickly scouted the area weapons at the ready; but all they came across here were dead bodies. Mark signaled Jeral and Janzie gesturing at the nearest doorway. Based on the damage done in the cargo hold, there was no question they had to proceed with extreme caution.

Holding the rifle aimed up ahead in steady hands, Mark welcomed the feeling of being in a situation that posed some danger as the three moved out of the cargo hold.

“Nice of them to save us some of the fun,” Janzie jokingly muttered, though mostly to herself. She paused for a moment when she realized how odd that sounded to her own ears. There had once been a time when ‘to do no harm’ was nearly her personal motto and now she was disappointed that she hadn’t been thrust into action right out of the transport. The last thing she wanted was to have counseling added to the hoops she’d was bound to have to jump through to be in uniform again.

Janzie stopped at a computer console to get a better idea of what they were up against, her fingers pausing only briefly as she recalled her familiarity with Nausicaan systems. “They’ve been damaged more than they were letting on,” she commented to the others. It was stating the obvious to some degree given the condition of the cargo bay they were currently in, but the rest of the ship wasn’t in much better shape and that was good information to know. “They’re not giving up,” she said to indicate repairs to key systems were underway, “but lots of systems are in disrepair, including extensive damage and a hull breach on the bridge. It’s sealed…for now.”

"So here's the big question... is there a breach right outside the door?" Jeral asked. He pulled out a tricorder and scanned the corridor outside for air. "Looks to be OK... but we might not want to hang out too long. Protracted firefight would not be a good idea in those conditions."

"No kiddin'" Mark spoke, feigning surprise at the statement of the obvious. Just as quick, his light hearted attitude disappeared and he was all business again. "Let's get to the bridge" he spoke, "without attracting too much attention" he added. "Janzie, what's the quickest way to the bridge, given the conditions of the ship as it is?" he asked, well aware that the shots fired by the Horizon had caused some extensive damage not just to the bridge.

“The main corridors are still intact and unobstructed for the most part, though because of that they are getting a bit of foot traffic as a result,” she answered. “The main lift to the bridge is mostly functional, though stops a deck, no two decks below there due to some of the damage on the bridge and near by area. Taking an access way the last bit will be tricky, but doable.”

Just then the ship rocked slightly, and after quick glances exchanged Janzie investigated. “Internal explosion, sensors are starting to have more issues than they were already so I can’t tell if it was caused by us directly or a delayed reaction. Either way it knocked their weapons offline. We better get moving or there won’t be anything left for us to take off line.” The chances of that being the case were minimal, but the longer they waited the harder their job did become, because it was likely the Nausicaans were working double time to get their systems back up.

Mark nodded, and in a swift motion, his weapon raised the Admiral took point as he led the way out of the cargo hold. Coming across many bodies, they got to the lift without an incident, it seemed that the majority of the life signs were situated near by the bridge, which would make it getting to the bridge a little bit trickier.

Once they were two decks below the bridge, the away team noticed movement in the flickering lights of the ship's interior. Mark counted eight pirates, most rushing about busy with repairs.

"Take 'em out. Quietly" Mark signaled Jeral and Janzie before slipping into the shadows himself heading for the nearest pirate careful to stay out of sight of the enemy.

Jeral just nodded, then used hand signals to bring Janzie along with him. He had wished he had brought along photon grenades, but he didn't think they were needed. They circled around quietly, trying not to make as much noise, until they were almost directly behind one of the crews. Jeral just brought the butt of his rifle up in both hands and hit him over the head, the buttstock impacting against the Nausicaans’ skull. He fell with a clatter that sounded like a hull plate falling to the ground.

Jeral breathed easier and whispered, "One down... several uglies to go."

Janzie has moved equally quietly to a Nausicaan nearby to Jeral’s. With the soft clatter caused by his fallen crewmate, his head turned, which only served to give Janzie better access. In a swift move she wrapped her arm around his neck and pulled it tightly against his windpipe with the other. Despite his larger size and defiantly stronger strength, Janzie had positioned herself so that he would have had a tough time dislodging her if he had even thought that far ahead. Though it took some time, the Nausicaan’s legs eventually buckled as he passed out. He was then positioned out of site of the others. An accidental sighting could make their job slightly more complicated.

After motioning to Jeral who her next intended targets were, she moved out. Before too long, two more Nausicaans had been rendered unconscious, either by asphyxiation or using the rifle butt as Jeral had used earlier. She looked up to assess the away team’s current objective and to possibly gain sight of the Admiral. This was her first exposure to him in action and she was curious.

Mark snuck up on one of the remaining pirates who was kneeling by a wall attempting to fix something; the human Admiral tapped the pirate on the shoulder. Timing his actions, Mark's fist met with the face of the pirate just as he turned around to look. quickly, whilst the pirate was momentarily stunned from the punch, Mark finished the job with the rifle. Ensuring the pirate was out cold, Mark moved on ahead; the bridge was not too far away.

Jeral looked down at the third body he had dispatched, then looked around.

He couldn't see the Admiral. "Hm," he said to himself, then picked up his tricorder out of his belt and began a bio-scan.

He turned it on... and realized that there was a Nausegaan sneaking up behind him, three meters away. He dodged left, and the knife that the alien was holding just missed his skull by a few inches. Bringing his leg down and out, Jeral caught the big Nausegaan with a leg sweep, bringing him down to the deck with a loud crash, and then brought his rifle to bear and shot him in the chest.

An alarm went off right then. "I think they know we're here now!" Jeral called out, scanning for other lifesigns. About ten Nausegaans, coming from the upper deck down... and he finally found the Admiral, on the other side of the Nausegaans bearing down on his position. "Screw this," he said, grabbing Janzie by the arm and running for a room. Jeral hit the door controls, and the door slid shut. With a quick reprogram of his phaser rifle's settings, he aimed and shot the crease of the door, sealing it permanently.

"According to my scans, there's a service crawlway at the back of this room, we can get to the command deck from there," Jeral said. He motioned that way. "Ladies first."

OFF:
Joint post by Jeral Krezek, Janzie Kyle and Mark Harmon.

Mark Harmon

07-13-2008, 18:23

[[Pirate Ship -- Nearing the Bridge]]

Mark winced inwardly as he heard the alarm go off. He shot a look to where he last saw Janzie and Jeral, they were gone.

"Ah crap" he muttered under his breath as he saw the coming Nausegaans. Ten against one, hardly seemed fair, but Mark wasted no time in using his rifle to pick them off one by one whilst ducking for cover at the incoming shots and flying objects tossed his way by the pirates.

He was so close to the bridge, now was not the time to lose. wiping sweat off his brow, Mark ducked for cover barely in time as something large sailed by his side, he could almost feel the impact. Taking aim, Mark took out the owner of whatever it was that was sent flying towards him. The pirate's scream echoed through the deck as he disintegrated into nothing as the beam hit him.

The human ducked at another incoming shot and threw out his arms with the rifle butt connecting with the chin of a nearby pirate knocking him down. Quickly Mark repositioned his rifle and fired a shot to ensure the pirate stayed down.

Catching his breath, Mark counted one more remaining, but he couldn't see him up ahead. He looked around, his rifle's light illuminating the way ahead. not for the first time since they were separated, Mark wondered where the hell were Janzie and Jeral. That was when someone grabbed him from behind, by instinct, the human elbowed the guy in what would usually be the stomach, and whilst the other party was usually be busy gasping for air, mark took the time to whirl around and deliver an uppercut to the jaw of his would be assailant. Kicking him to the bulkhead, Mark nodded to himself before moving on.

He dared not establish contact with Janzie or Jeral, not yet; not with the bridge still not under their command. At least not yet; the human narrowed his eyes as the bridge came into view. He slipped back into the shadows disabling the light on his rifle and snuck forward to the bridge so as not to be noticed so close to his goal.

Jackie Clawson

07-13-2008, 18:24

[Mercenary Bridge]

The captain had finally gotten weapons control back when he was fired at.

The shot had just missed his head by an inch, and he could smell the singed hair as he looked up and saw Harmon standing there, holding a phaser rifle up and pointing it directly at the tall Nausegaan's head. He had known that there was intruders - the reports of people getting knocked off in between his repairs was a good indicator of that - but he didn't know that it would be the commander of the other vessel.

The bridge crew that was left scrambled to grab their disruptors, but Harmon dropped each of them, one by one, until just Harmon and the Nausegaan captain remained.

"Did not think Starfleet had gumja to board ship," he called out from his cover behind a broken console.

"Must be that wrong Intel..." Mark spoke in a low tone as he kept his weapon aimed at the console. "Didn't think Nausegaans were scared of Starfleet so as to hide behind a console" Mark almost smirked, but kept it out of his voice. "Out" he spoke curtly gesturing with his rifle, as if to prove a point, he fired a single shot at the console careful not to cause too much damage but aimed just to rile up the pirate a bit.

Out popped, instead of the Nausegaan, his hand. At the end, a small disruptor weapons which he fired at Harmon. He watched Harmon duck for cover. The captain grinned - a truly scary thing, coming from that man's face. "Not scared. Regroup."

Harmon expected as much, he tweaked the setting on his rifle up to a higher setting and fired at the console the pirate was hiding behind vaporizing it in the process. "Have it your way" he spoke, abandoning his cover confident that he won't get shot considering that Sorak wanted them alive most likely, his rifle trained at the Nausegaan Captain with nothing separating the two. "Sorak sent you?" Mark asked, well aware of what the answer was going to be, considering his Intel.

"Romulan coward, did not want to do job himself," the Nausegaan captain replied back. He knew he was defeated; his cover was gone and he had a phaser rifle pointing at his head. He threw aside his disruptor and got up, slowly. Harmon didn't notice that, while he was getting up, he leaned over another console and pressed a few buttons, brining what weapons they had left online. "We told do job. We want money."

Mark cocked his head aside, "well obviously. the fact that he's a coward, at least that we agree on" he noted dryly. "there are better ways to make money than chase down two people across galaxy" he added; his rifle still aimed at the Nausigaan. "hands up where i can see 'em" he warned, approaching one of the still working consoles on the bridge.

Rifle aimed at the pirate, Mark opened a channel to the Horizon; the ship's bridge popped onto the viewscreen which has managed to survive with minor damage.

"Horizon, we got the boat secured," he spoke, rifle still aimed at the pirate who obediently held his hands up. "prepare to drop shields and get a few security teams down here to seize what's left of the ship." he added.

A note of acknowledgment passed from the bridge as Mark turned his full attention back to the pirate. So much Mark wanted to send a message to Sorak, however that required letting this one go free, free to cause all sorts of other damage, albeit now without a ship. They could just beam him down to a desolate planet and leave him there, but this wasn't something Harmon was prone to doing too often.

While Harmon was distracted, the Nausegaan backed up to the console he had hit to activate the weapons that were charged and ready. He waited for the shields of the Horizon to drop, then hit a button to target the bridge.

Harmon turned back around to see the Nausegaan smile at him. "You lose," he said simply.

And then his hand came down onto the console heavily.

The ship rocked as what was left of the jerry-rigged disruptor bank fired three pulses at the Horizon, striking the dorsal phaser arrays with two shots and right by the bridge with one shot. Instead of exploding, though, energy tendrils shot out from where the impacts had hit on the ship, as the charge reacted with the deuterium, polarizing the hull and using the conduits underneath to feedback throughout ship's systems. Tendrils began appearing on almost all of the consoles of the bridge of the Horizon, and then there was a sound that Harmon really didn't want to hear.

It was the sound of a Caitian in pain.

[[USS Horizon - Bridge]]

The Caitian barely took a step back, but that was all the time she had before the energy tendrils grabbed her console and quickly passed into her before she could take her hands off the console. She let out a pained cry as the surge passed into her tossing her backwards, the brief free flight stopped by her head hitting the opposite side of the tactical station. Moments later the tactical console where she stood at moments before exploded in a dazzling array of sparks.

Singed, blinded by the energy flash, Jackie crumpled to the floor fighting to hold onto her consciousness as she lay on the floor, back of her head quickly covered in red and already starting to pool on the floor underneath her; a thin line of blood dripped from her mouth as she stared up not really seeing anything on the bridge, her ears picking up a mix of sounds, all as if coming through a thick wad of cotton, she was unable to make sense of anything as she floated in and out of consciousness. Her hands firmly wrapped around her stomach, holding onto her thoughts of her unborn child and the pain this has caused him too.

Gasping, Bettina jumped back as the surges hit the bridge. Fortunately, she was not near a console, but even so, she felt the tingling as the energy passed around her. Despite the discomfort, she was at Jackie's side in an instant.

"Jackie!" Feeling for a pulse, she looked the Caitain over quickly, then looked up at Bryan. "I need to get her to Sickbay, to check on the baby..." Then she tapped her comm badge. =^=Emergency transport, two to Sickbay.=^=

Nothing happened...

=^=Computer, two to transport to Sickbay!=^= she barked again.

And the computer started to sing...

Jeremiah was a bullfrog
Was a good friend of mine
I never understood a single word he said
But I helped him drink his wine
And he always had some mighty fine wine...

OFF:

TAGS: Albert/Cash; bridge folks. Let's all sing a song! :D

Joint post by Pirate Idjit, Mark Harmon, Bettina Cash and Jackie Clawson.

Righty.. now I'm off... see ya'll soon! :)

Grenn

07-14-2008, 01:17

{Horizon - Bridge}

J'al moved the Horizon a bit closer to the pirate ship without orders, so they could get a safe transport cycle completed. As shields were lowered and the energy pulse hit, he was firmly connected with his console, using it with both hands to maintain their course.

Picking up a slight surge in energy with his senses, he had only a moment to think before every console on the bridge surged. Luckily, he was sitting in his chair at the time, but unluckily, he was hit hard with the pulse. His body tensed up as he was hit, and he proceeded to fall out of his chair, though not nearly as hard as Clawson had been tossed.

Laying on the floor, he rolled onto his back, still in pain from the electrical jolt. He had electrical burns on his hands and arms, and a fair amount of fur had been singed off on both, not to mention the sleeves of his uniform. As soon as he could move, he lightly kicked the emergency med box from under his console and it fell out onto the floor.

"Here..." he said a bit horsely in the direction of Bettina, seeing Jackie unconcious before thrusting it across the floor with his foot, causing it to stop by the stairs next to her up to the level they were on. After exerting the force, he was quite tired and laid his head back down on the deck.

:D

Janzie

07-16-2008, 15:49

[[Pirate Ship -- Nearing the Bridge]]

An alarm went off right then. "I think they know we're here now!" Jeral called out, scanning for other lifesigns. About ten Nausicaans, coming from the upper deck down... and he finally found the Admiral, on the other side of the Nausicaans bearing down on his position. "Screw this," he said, grabbing Janzie by the arm and running for a room. Jeral hit the door controls, and the door slid shut. With a quick reprogram of his phaser rifle's settings, he aimed and shot the crease of the door, sealing it permanently.

"According to my scans, there's a service crawlway at the back of this room, we can get to the command deck from there," Jeral said. He motioned that way. "Ladies first."

(new)
Janzie stared at the now sealed door for a moment in disbelief. “So much for keeping it quiet,” she answered sarcastically with a roll of her eyes. Sealing the door, with the Admiral on the other side of it, certainly hadn’t been the first though on her mind…though neither had retreating into the room in the first place. Of course, she wouldn’t have shot the guy to set the alarms off either. But, all that being said, she also wasn’t the Horizon’s chief of security and probably for good reason.

Turning to the crawlway that Jeral had pointed to Janzie nodded. There was a temptation to retort with a reference to her not always looking (or acting) like a lady, but it would not serve any purpose other than cause the security officer to question her more than he probably already was. “We need to get to that command deck before something bad happens to the Admiral,” she said stating the obvious as she crouched down to access the crawlway. Crawling through tight spaces wasn’t foreign to her unfortunately, in this case that was a good thing. Because either the Admiral was going to need their help in short order, or he’d have all the fun. Janzie wasn’t entirely sure which was going to be the case just yet.

***

[[Pirate Ship -- *Really* nearing the Bridge]]

Their progression to the command deck was taking longer than Janzie had anticipated, though she imagined that Jeral felt the same way. Knowing they had to get to the bridge to help the Admiral meant there was no time to dilly dally, but when the ship lurched and they were tossed against the side of the shaft, Janzie stopped and looked back at Jeral. “That was *not* good,” she commented, again stating the obvious. What had happened, she wasn’t exactly sure, but it couldn’t have been favorable neither for them on the Nausicaan ship or the Horizon which wasn’t far away. She turned back towards their destination and double timed it as best she could in the limited space.

<Tag Jeral/Harmon?>

Ooc: JP from here?

Veska

07-16-2008, 16:08

[Horizon - Sickbay:]

Veska had been watching the exchange between the surgeon and the assist security officer with amusement. His personnel files said the Caitian was an excellent surgeon, but had a strong preference for *not* doing physicals. She was pretty sure she had figured out the why.

Once the ship had come under attack though, the time for amusement was over and she had to address the rather continuous flow of patience that by enlarge had minor injuries. There were a few more serious ones that had resulted from things exploding here and there… when Starfleet would make their consoles and conduits less explosion prone could not come too soon.

Just when she thought there was a lull, ironically when there was an away team off ship, the ship was rocked hard once again. The main viewscreen in sickbay started to flash damage reports from all over the ship. Veska began to bark orders to response teams that had just returned to restock from the last round to send them out again.

Her eyes widened as the alert rang throughout sickbay that there was an incoming emergency transport. Those were never good. She motioned to the nearest technician to join her at the biobed that the transport would deposit the intended party on or at least near and waited.

Nothing.

Then…singing?

A string of Klingon curses flew out of the ACMO’s mouth that either the computer assumed everyone knew the meaning of, so they remained in Klingon, or they were ones the UT wasn’t familiar with. Eitherway, the staff knew Veska wasn’t happy. “Transporter room…where is our transport?”

“I’m working on it,” came the reply… “The transporters are offline. But it was the bridge.”

Another curse. “Let’s go!” the half Klingon growled to the nearest medical officer and they each grabbed equipment before heading towards the bridge.

<tag bridge>

Bettina Cash

07-17-2008, 08:29

{Horizon - Bridge}

Picking up a slight surge in energy with his senses, he had only a moment to think before every console on the bridge surged. Luckily, he was sitting in his chair at the time, but unluckily, he was hit hard with the pulse. His body tensed up as he was hit, and he proceeded to fall out of his chair, though not nearly as hard as Clawson had been tossed.

Laying on the floor, he rolled onto his back, still in pain from the electrical jolt. He had electrical burns on his hands and arms, and a fair amount of fur had been singed off on both, not to mention the sleeves of his uniform.

"J'al?" Bettina felt a surge of panic as the kit went down. She could only do so much at once, and if he was in dire straights...but then he moved...

As soon as he could move, he lightly kicked the emergency med box from under his console and it fell out onto the floor.

"Here..." he said a bit horsely in the direction of Bettina, seeing Jackie unconcious before thrusting it across the floor with his foot, causing it to stop by the stairs next to her up to the level they were on. After exerting the force, he was quite tired and laid his head back down on the deck.

Crawling over, Bettina retrieved the box, then nodded to J'al. "Thanks." She'd help him when she could, but at the moment, Jackie needed her more. Pulling out the tricorder, she did a quick scan, immediately detecting a lethal heart rhythm. Of course, any treatment she had could harm the fetus. =^=Computer, I need that transport, NOW!=^=

In the year 2525
If man is still alive
If woman can survive
They may find........

In the year 3535
Ain't gonna need to tell the truth, tell no lies
Everything you think, do, or say
Is in the pill you took today

In the year 4545
Ain't gonna need your teeth, won't need your eyes
You won't find a thing to chew
Nobody's gonna look at you

Shaking her head, Bettina tapped her comm badge again. =^=Veska, if you can hear me, Ma'am,=^= she called over the noise, =^=I need you on the Bridge, hurry!=^=

Bryan_Cash

07-17-2008, 12:27

[Bridge Horizon]

To say that Bryan cash was angry would be a very big understatement. He slammed his fist down on the comm activator again and again and still nothing.
Jackie was down grenn was down and now he had lost contact with his admiral and away team. Then a thought struck him. In his breast pocket under his tunic he still had his old communicator.

Taking it out he opened it up and flipped it open to it's delicate inner workings. It wasn't made to communicate with todays comm badges but with a little tinkering....and the right transponder signal. Stopping he set the communicator down on the arm of the command chair and pull his phaser from it's holster on his belt. He took aim at the bridge speaker and fired.....soon the music died along with the rapidly melting acoustic system. Going back to his communicator he finished what he was doing. the medical teams we're already on there way.

=/\=Cash to wanderer.....activate site to site transport......bridge of the Horizon to main engineering.=/\= He closed his communicator and the transport cycle from his ship in the shuttlebay started in an instant he was in main engineering.

[Engineering Horizon]

The transport cycle completed and Cash barked out a very loud and forceful
"REPORT!" To whomever was in charge down here.

James Dweebs

07-18-2008, 16:06

[[USS Horizon - Main Engineering]]

The Ensign nearly jumped out of his skin not just at the sight of a man beaming in, but at the tone of the voice the Captain used when he called for a report. The only thing that stopped the Ensign from jumping up was the bulkhead that connected with his head.

The young man crawled out from under the console and looked around, alarmed as he realized the quirky chief engineer was in a Jefferies tube somewhere between deck 6 and 7, on the way to the aux computer core; the rest of the senior engineering officers were busy scrambling to fix the damage to the main computer core. He reported as much to the Captain.

"Er... that last shot scrambled the systems; main computer core is working according to diagnostics, but obviously isn't;" he reported shrinking back slightly, not really wanting to get on a bad side of a really senior officer so early on in his career. "we're getting ready to switch from the main computer core to the aux shortly, Captain." he reported standing at full attention.

[Deck 6/7 - Aux Computer core]

"Hey hey hey! Cut it out!" the man spoke as if addressing a real life person; he winced at the singing as it floated through to him. "what'd you go on and do that for, eh?" he asked patting a console.

He was looking at the main computer core systems diagnostics before doing the switchover, "'ey come on" he spoke under his breath; so far it had him puzzled as to what was going on with the core; but that in itself added to the urgency of having to take it offline to avoid further damage at the very least;it'd have to be done quickly, and soon. He wasn't expecting whatever it was that hit the bridge, by the sounds of the main computer, neither was it. At least the aux checked out fine; but then again so had the main but clearly that was a lie.

He tapped the comm badge, affixed to the sleeve of his suit. =/\=A'right. Let's take the computer core offline.=/\= he announced establishing a link to main engineering. He took in a breath, ran a hand through his tussled up hair and positioned himself to bring the aux core online once the main was placed offline.

Bettina Cash

07-20-2008, 05:04

~Horizon Bridge

Bettina looked up at Bryan and was about to say something when she was caught in the beam of a transporter. Cringing, she barely had time to set herself before she was in Sickbay. Fortunately, she was already on the floor with Jackie, so she didn't have to fall. As it was, she fell forward and had to catch herself before her face hit the deck.

Even so, she recovered quickly. "Doctor! I need the doctor!" Then she reached out and grabbed a tech by the pantleg. "Help me get her on a biobed." Scrambling around, she scooped up Jackie's knees as the tech got her under the arms. In a moment, they had her on the bed and Bettina was setting up the monitors. She could see J'al laying alone on the floor...she'd get to him when she could.

TAG
VESKA
J'AL
JACKIE

Grenn

07-20-2008, 05:57

Out of the slight haze he was in, J'al could plainly feel the slight tingle of a transporter beam. As the cycle completed, he felt himself drop the inch or so from the height the beam had deposited him at in order to prevent materialization within the floor...

He opened his eyes to glance up at the sickbay ceiling. "How prudent..." he thought, as he moved his head around to get a look at who else was there. After laying on the bridge floor for however long he had been, he felt a little better. Maybe the shock was wearing off from the jolt of electricity. His hands still hurt like hell, and he didn't even flex them for fear of causing pain. When he went down, he tensed up and his claws came out. The rubbing of the sturdy cutting appendeges against the burned skin that sheathed them was quite painful, and in fact hurt a bit more then the overall burns.

Whatever had happened, he had the strength to roll himself up to a sitting position using his legs and inertia to get vertical. For the time being, he was contented to scoot over to the nearby wall and lean back against it. He could see Jackie was hurt pretty bad, and the fact that she was carrying a child made it all the more serious. Obviously he could not perform his duties at the moment, so he resided to wait until she was taken care of before he could be treated.

After a minute or two of sitting, he felt even stronger then before. Obviously whatever had hit them was not designed to kill them through its own power. Just stun them and fry the computer systems. Otherwise, he would be dead. After all, he was making full contact with his panel and recieved about the highest jolt it yielded. Jackie had taken collatoral damage from the bulkhead, which explained her nasty wounds. But as for her child, the electricity could have far graver consequences.

He slowly stood, using the wall against his back for bracing, and found that once he was on his feet, he could move fairly normally. Noting that half the medical staff was rushing to the bridge, and Jackie was in the hands of the remaining staff, he decided to get a bit of help.

"Computer, is the EMH online?" he asked as the computer confirmed. "Wow..." he said, somewhat surprised it had not been fried. "Activate EMH."

The EMH shimmered into view. "Please state the nature of the medical emergency." the Mark IV version said patiently.

"Over there." J'al said, attempting to gesture towards Jackie and Bett.

The EMH looked over at Jackie and the others. Using its service allocation analysis routines, tt calculated that she was recieving adaquate medical assistance based on the assembled staff, and that J'al was recieving none.

It turned towards J'al, bringing a tricorder out and scanning him.

"Third degree electrical burns, total body hair loss in the affeced area, deep tissue scarring..... but no bleeding. Sit down, Commander. I need to begin dermal regeneration and tissue repair immediatly." it said, emotionless, but fairly pleasantly.

"Ok..." he said, sitting on a nearby bed. "But I can wait. They need help now."

"I am familiar with the medical training of both crewmen assisting Ms. Clawson." the EMH said, bringing up a small tray of dermal regeneration tools. "She is in capable hands. You however have nobody attending you, and unless I begin treatment this moment, you may incur permanent physical damage." it said, picking up a hypo of pain killer and pressing it to J'al's arm.

"J'al sighed to himself and let the EMH work. It wasn't as if he could tell it to ignore him. Only a Doctor on the ship could do that. Its programming was dependent on its own differance engine and the occasional medical officer override for allocation of its services. He still gazed over at Jackie as they worked on her. From what he could tell, they were getting her to respond to treatment. If only a little bit.

:D Stubborn programming! :D

Veska

07-21-2008, 04:45

[[Horizon - Sickbay:]]

Veska had almost made it to the turbolift just down from Sickbay when the transporter chief informed her that they got the transporter back online and were beaming 3 from the bridge. The half-Klingon ACMO did an about face and raced back to the quickly filling space. She arrived in time to see Bettina, Jackie, and another Caitian that she recognized by his file, but the name escaped her at that moment, appear on the floor of the room.

The staff she had left behind when it was thought the transporter wasn't going to work, were already on the case of who needed to be treated first. At that moment Veska agreed. She reached the biobed in time to take over from the tech that had helped Betina get Jackie up on the bed. Veska took a look over her shoulder to see that the other Caitain, J'al - as she now remembered - was at least moving and had already activated the EMH which had been the next order that was going to leave her lips.

Turning back to Jackie, she started calling out orders. "…we've got to get her stabilized...let's get the fetal monitor going..." Veska ran a medical tricorder over Jackie, calling out specific orders to the staff, as she found things that needed to be addressed. They needed to work quickly, but already she was showing improvement. Vital signs were stabilizing and in some cases even rising.

Jackie began to stir. "Easy, you're in Sickbay," Veska informed her. She was aware that was not her favorite place to be, according to several notes in her file, but being with child had seemed to ease that some what. In an odd way that was unfortunate. In this particular case, she rarely seemed to come in here by choice.

Several minutes later, Veska was sure that things were on the mend and stepped back to make sure Bettina was seen to, as was J’al, though the EMH was very likely to be thorough with him. Once they were also seen to, she would report their status’ to the bridge.

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Grenn

07-21-2008, 07:53

J'al sat there as the EMH did whatever it had to do. He didn't know much about medicine. He was just glad the pain was gone. Turning on the EMH seemed like a logical step, as most of the medical staff was rightly attending to Jackie.

"Sorry to usurp you role." he said with a slight grin and motioning to the EMH with the hand that was not being worked on as Veska happened near his biobed. "I didn't want to bring any of you off of Jackie, and I couldn't really get a pain killer into my own arm. Is she alright?"

TAG: :D We've never actually met IC I do believe. O.o

Veska

07-21-2008, 14:26

[[Horizon - Sickbay:]]

"Sorry to usurp you role." he said with a slight grin and motioning to the EMH with the hand that was not being worked on as Veska happened near his biobed. "I didn't want to bring any of you off of Jackie, and I couldn't really get a pain killer into my own arm. Is she alright?"

“Having someone admit that they need medical attention and can recognize that the medical staff is busy,” Veska commented, “you can call on the EMH *any* time. Course, he doesn’t have my glowing personality, but who does.” Veska grinned a human-like smile. All too often people wouldn’t have come in, in the first place and then demanded that they be seen right away, so to have someone be proactive about it when the resources were available to do so…that was fine in her book. But Veska had been spared most of those types of cases between being a marine medic and then on a Klingon ship. More often than not she practically had to knock a person out to get to the medical bay in the first place in the latter’s case. In the first case, it wasn’t a matter of getting to the medical attention, it was who needed it most, and everyone involved knew that.

Veska looked back towards Jackie’s biobed, as if she wanted to verify that the Caitian hadn’t left on her own already. “She took a pretty good jolt to the system, as did you, but her current physical state, whether she had been pregnant or not, exaggerated the effects,” Veska answered. “She’ll be a bit sore for a while, but the important thing is she’ll recover and both she and the child are ok.” Veska brought her hands up in a warding off gesture. “Now I can’t say I would recommend any more jolts like that in the near future, but at least after this one, she’ll be ok.”

“What about you,” Veska then asked flipping the ‘interview’ the other direction. “I can’t say I have seen you personally for a physical to have a comparison, since I only recently came on board and have yet to make it to the bridge with out an interruption to land me back here, but the EMH would have had your records to compare against and…” she paused as she made a visual examination of the hologram’s work.. “…and your hair seems to be growing back quite well with the regenerators.”

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ooc: nope...lol. As 'she' said...hadn't gotten that far yet :p

Jackie Clawson

07-26-2008, 15:20

[[ USS Horizon - Sickbay]]

Jackie opened her eyes to an unfamiliar setting at first. Confused, sore and still in some pain, the Caitian dared not move for the time being, not because she couldn't stand the pain, but because she wasn't sure what that jolt and everything that followed it had done to her child. A voice spoke to her , informing her she was in sickbay.

"My baby?" Jackie mouthed both her hands feeling her stomach, "tell me my baby is all right" she spoke, "please" for a moment fearing she'd lose yet another precious thing in her life. Leaving sickbay hadn't even entered her mind, she knew she wasn't clear yet; and she knew that the jolt and her being thrown back the way she was could cause damage to the baby. And right now, her priority wasn't herself, if it were she'd leave sickbay and get back to work. Of course that was also back when she was still in Starfleet.

Jackie shut her eyes tight grasping her stomach and silently spoke to the being growing inside her. 'I'm sorry, I'm so sorry' the Caitian thought to her still unborn child, 'so sorry to cause you harm before you're even born'

She's already lost one child because of someone wanting payback; she's spent years on the run and fighting those who came after her; and now they were still out looking for her. Jackie dreaded to think what would happen should Sorak or any of the other Romulans and other species that were after her should get their hands on her and her unborn child.

A memory flashed back in her mind. the face of a sneering Cardassian, D'k Tagh knife in hand. the knife briefly flashing in the dim light of the interrogation room, just before it was driven into her stomach taking away her breath; the little blades that popped out a few seconds later sent her over the edge of the threshold of pain.

"No!" Jackie cried out, her eyes flying open, wide eyed she shook away the memory from out of her mind; she couldn't let that happen to her child. Not now. Not ever. For a moment, it looked like the Caitian was going to pass out.

OFF:
Tags: Bettina, Veska

Bettina Cash

07-27-2008, 01:07

~Sickbay

"Jackie!" Bettina had heard her talking and had tried to answer, but she didn't seem to hear. But when the Caitian cried out, Bettina grasped her arm, then laid a hand gently on her cheek. "Ma'am, look at me...it's Bett, you know..." Still, it didn't seem like she was focusing. "Jackie, please....come on, we're going to be moms together, remember?"

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VESKA
JACKIE

Veska

07-27-2008, 06:20

[[Horizon - Sickbay:]]

"No!" Jackie cried out, her eyes flying open, wide eyed she shook away the memory from out of her mind; she couldn't let that happen to her child. Not now. Not ever. For a moment, it looked like the Caitian was going to pass out.

"Jackie!" Bettina had heard her talking and had tried to answer, but she didn't seem to hear. But when the Caitian cried out, Bettina grasped her arm, then laid a hand gently on her cheek. "Ma'am, look at me...it's Bett, you know..." Still, it didn't seem like she was focusing. "Jackie, please....come on, we're going to be moms together, remember?"

At the calls of alarm from a few biobeds over, Veska turned and noticed Jackie conscious, but not looking like she would be for long. She turned back to J’al holding up a finger, “hold that thought.” She gave the Caitian a brief, apprehensive smile and rushed back over to Jackie.

“Easy,” she said in attempt to calm her. “You are ok,” she repeated, and then more importantly, “and the baby is ok.” The half-Klingon ACMO grabbed the wand out of the medical tricorder and began another scan. “I realize that a half Klingon ACMO can be a bit of an oxymoron, but I am what I am and I can assure you that you and the baby will be fine. A little sore for awhile perhaps, but fine.”

Just coming out of a period of unconsciousness, Veska assumed that her mind was giving her additional, and at least in this case, unwarranted stress. From her file, Veska had at least some idea of what the Caitian had been through already. Her tricorder readings confirmed her voiced opinion, though as would be expected a few stress related readings had increased, but with what Veska hoped would be a calming voice those would decrease again. She hesitated to give the Caitian too much medication given they’d also be felt by the child under most circumstances.

Veska put the tricorder down on the biobed and placed both hands gently on Jackie’s shoulders. “Take a few deep breaths and look around you. You are safe, Bettina and J’al are safe….” Veska stated calmly. “You’re stuck with me for a while, but, well, can’t have everything I guess,” she added with her human-esk grin. Veska looked to Bettina as a hint to encourage the soothing words. Clearly the woman had a much closer relationship with Jackie than Veska did. Seeing each other at tournaments hardly matched with serving aboard the same ship for a considerable length of time.

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QaDghab

07-27-2008, 06:31

There was a loud snoring from a container in the cargo bay. QaDghab had hidden in the container on the base in attempt to get past security to get to the Horizon. He mamanged to cary he chest case with him surprisingly. Though he had to leave it outside the container marked for shipment onto the ship. Once in the container he had been surprised to find the container had been quite full of various alcoholic beverages. Without even thinking about it he started to open bottle after bottle, drinking heavily until finally passing out. He didn't even notice the moment in the transfer to the ship, and now he was not sure how long he was in the container... he had awakened several times, only to drink himself to sleep, and he was unaware that in his sleep his body was ridding of the left over fluids and he hadn't eaten in a long time. The container smell of bodyoder, alcohol, and body fluids but being trapped in it he was desentisized to it. Besides he was rarely sober long when wasn''t sleeping...

Tags any who want to invistigate the noise and find a stinky malnurished Klingon lol

Bettina Cash

07-28-2008, 03:53

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Buster was bored. Something was going on -- something was always going on -- and his people were neglecting him...so it was only right that he slip out as his mama was leaving. Unfortunately, she hadn't been back for some time and he couldn't get home...so....may was well make the best of it.

Silently, he padded along the corridors, shunning any attempts to pet him. It was nice to be scratched, but it also usually meant capture, and he still wanted some free time. Padding through open doors, he found himself in a huge room full of big boxes and little boxes and just stuff! Curious, he began exploring when a familiar scent caught his nose. Following it as it got stronger, he located the box it was coming from and muttered, "Prrrrrmeww..."

There was no answer, so he jumped on top and started pawing at the cover. When that failed, he curled on top and went to sleep.

Jackie Clawson

07-29-2008, 20:06

[[USS Horizon - Sickbay]]

Jackie held her breath as the two women talked to her. She shut her eyes again and held her breath trying to gather her bearings. She hadn't heard most of what either of them had said, it mostly came as a haze of muddied up voices from a distance. The images in her mind's eye were far too powerful as they seeped into her consciousness.

She let out a soft groan and finally settled down on the bio bed mentally fighting her inner demons.

It was almost a minute before she opened her eyes and looked up at the two women, a look of mild confusion on her face and deep concern in her eyes.

"Don't let them hurt my baby." she spoke quietly, her voice fading slightly, "not again" she added her teeth clenched. She already lost too much in this life.

OFF:
Tag: sickbay folks, and
*prods Adam with a giant stick about a bunch of JPs*

Grenn

07-30-2008, 08:03

[[USS Horizon - Sickbay]]

While Jackie was being taken care of, the EMH continued to do its own work on J'al. After completing an intense, yet simple form of treatment, it put the tool down and held J'al's arm by the wrist. "Flex, please." it said patiently.

J'al flexed his right hand, then his left, following its instructions. "Feels alright. Maybe a little stiffer then usual."

"Your flexor tendons sustained burn damage. The repaired tissue may be tighter then normal, but that will only last for a few days." it said, explaining in its rational tone. "Extend, please." it said, indicating his claws as it held his his hand with its thumb and forefinger. J'al extended as requested, then retracted on cue.

"Very good. I can stimulate your hair folicles a bit, but they will have to regrow on their own for the mostpart." it said, running the appropriate tool over. The result was small, yet noticable black fur on his hands. It was much shorter then it should be, but at least it wouldn't itch.

"You are finished, Commander." it said, giving him a short hypo injection. "This is a mild pain reliever to deal with any repair related disconfort. Though you should be fine. I have recorded this in your medical profile, should you need treatment when I am offline." it said, not waiting for a thank you.

The EMH examined sickbay once more, noting Clawson and the treatment the staff was giving her. Deciding it was no longer needed for the situation, it deactivated, leaving J'al alone on one end of the room.

J'al sat there for a second, flexing his hands a few times before placing them on the bed and sliding off of it. That at least did not hurt. He also flexed his fingers quickly as he slowly walked near Jackie's bed. That was his own way of figuring he was able to work a console again.

OFF: :D Still in sickbay. He should probably go back to work now. >.<

Bettina Cash

08-02-2008, 07:15

[[USS Horizon - Sickbay]]

It was almost a minute before Jackie opened her eyes and looked up at the two women, a look of mild confusion on her face and deep concern in her eyes.

"Don't let them hurt my baby." she spoke quietly, her voice fading slightly, "not again" she added her teeth clenched. She already lost too much in this life.

"No, of course not." Smiling, Bettina took her hand, her free hand going over her own belly, wondering about the 'not again'. She couldn't imagine anyone doing anything to her baby. "We're here, Jackie," she cajoled. "Don't worry, please." She looked up at Veska, then got closer to Jackie. "I'm going to babysit. Your baby and ours will grow up together, right? And we can lounge back and watch them play..."

TAG
JACKIE

Grenn

08-02-2008, 10:24

[USS Horizon - Sickbay]

While he wanted to make sure Jackie was alright, J'al felt the best thing he could do was to leave her in the capable hands of the staff.

"I'll be in after this crisis is over so you can get better acquainted with my medical history." he said to Dr. Veska before slipping out.

Checking with a wall panel briefly, he saw that the situation was about the same from a helmsman's point of view. Helm control was being routed through the auxillary console behind the Captain's chair and one of his staff was on it. They were not doing anything exceptionally challenging, so he felt no urgency in getting back to the bridge unless called.

True, they had a team on the other ship and Engineering was extremely busy with repairs and swapping of the computer core or something. He wasn't too sure about the details. After all, Engineering was the specialty of all three of his sisters, not him. As for command, the ship was doing just fine, and he had no real experiance doing it. So for the moment, he felt he had earned a quick respite. Without the ship's advanced medicine, he may have lost use of his hands to some degree. Now that was reason enough to take a brief break.

For some odd reason, he had a craving for a drink. They had recently acquired a container of V'raa Root from Cait. Checking the inventory, he found the container listed. "Perfect." he said, noting its location in the bay and heading off in its direction. V'raa Root was an alcoholic drink made on Cait from the roots of the wild S'raa tree on the savannah. Several plantations grew it in large numbers to produce the drink, and they had been lucky enough to procure a container for the ship's lounge. He'd make a note that he had taken a bottle after he checked it.

Noticing the doors open, he looked around and saw nobody. However, a twinge of smell caught his nose. It was not exactly a good one either. "Chall probably ordered that stupid cheese again...." he said to nobody in particular, referring to the Bolian science officer who had an affinity for rather foul smelling dairy products. Supposidly he believed they stimulated the senses appropriatly before a meal.

However, as he made his way closer to the container, he noted it was getting stronger. Now it had a mix of alcohol in it along with even stronger foul smelling things he could only guess at. Down one aisle, he saw something on top of a container. Something orange. Curiously, he stepped closer softly and quietly before figuring out it was a living thing.

He stopped when he realized it was a cat. A terran cat to be exact. He was never comfortable around them. Too many times, humans he met made comparisons beween them and Caitians. Despite the fact that the two were incredibly differant aside from visual similarity, they insisted on making comparisons. A lifetime of such things had made him a bit apprehensive of the little animal. In addition, the smell was almost overpowering.

Wanting to find the source, he put aside the apprehension and stepped up to the container. "Hey. You're Bettina's cat." he said, recognizing Buster. Slowly, he picked it up and held it as it looked at him eye to eye and reached out to sniff his nose. J'al bent back to get away from it. "What are you looking at?" he asked it, as if it could understand him. He looked around to be sure no Human crew was there. If one of them saw him holding a cat, he'd probably never hear the end of it.

He sighed and placed Buster back on the container. "Computer... are the transporters online?" As it beeped a warning about them being offline, he sighed again. "Great. Now I have to bring you home."

"First off, move over." he said to Buster, picking him up and placing him on the container next to the one the smell was coming from. Interestingly enough, it was the one the ship had said the V'raa Root was in. He popped the lid, and was struck by another blast of smell. Leaning back, he waited for it to clear before even looking in. As he did, he couldn't believe what he saw....

The first thing he did was to walk over to the replicator and order 6 liters of water in a bucket. Holding it, he marched back and dunked the entire thing into the container and onto its occupant. He began to stir and regain conciousness.

"Damnit Quad-Gab, you drank my V'raa Root!" J'al yelled, not so much concerned yet that the Klingon had snuck onto a Federation Starship unannounced.

QaDghab

08-02-2008, 14:29

QaDghab stirred, blinking. His head ached and he was dazed and cramped. He heard the Caitian yelling, but he couldn't quite understand what he was saying as he struggled to get up. Looking starved and dehydrated and ill as he did. He stumbled, falling out of the crate and against the Caitian. He tried to say something, but he couldn't speak as his vocal cords had been damaged a while back.

Bryan_Cash

08-05-2008, 08:34

[engineering]
[Horizon]

His anger had subsided as quick as he realized how short handed they had been down here. Wiping a bit of thermal grease from his forehead he closed the hatched he had been working in. Slinging the tool kit he had been working with over his shoulder he quickly slid down the ladder from the upper level to the bottom.

"That's it should be ready to go now!" He called out as he trotted over to a station and brought most of the downed systems back online but held before fully activating them. They weren't 100% but it was something. He looked up at the chronometer and smiled. They had gotten it all done in record time.

Jeral Krezek

08-06-2008, 07:51

[Pirate Ship]
[Top deck]

Janzie was fast, he gave her that. "No, the shaking's definitely not good," Jeral said as he kept up as best as he could through the rubble.

But rubble was no match for an arm stretched out.

Jeral caught the arm full-force, directly in front of Janzie not a second after passing her. He saw stars as he fell down to the deck, landing on his back. He blinked a few times, as the Nausegaan that had clotheslined him came out and attacked Janzie, stepping over Jeral.

"And that's not good either," Janzie commented, once again wondering why she picked a human female as her form to be stuck in for awhile. "You think so do ya?" she muttered at the Nausicaan as he came at her. "Well I don't." The Nausicaan was bigger and stronger, but being smaller and appearing to be weaker led the brute into a false sense of security. He lounged for her and she ducked, slipping behind him and throwing all her weight against the backs of his legs.

It wasn't quite enough to down the larger form, but he stumbled, falling head first into a pile of debris that protruded from the wall. That dazed him long enough for Janzie to make contact between the butt of her rifle and the Naussican's head. With that obstacle down for the count, she made her way back to Jeral. "I'm starting to think this is a habit with Krezek's," she teased as she offered him a hand.

"Getting rescued by good-looking women with weapons?" he asked as he accepted the hand and got up. He was still a little woozy from the hit, and there was still a few stars. "It's all part of our charm, really." He stumbled backwards a bit, and Janzie helped stabilize him. Jeral looked at her. "Remind me never to doubt your abilities again."

Janzie shrugged. "15 years ago, you would have had good reason to," she answered cryptically. "I've done a bit of growing up and a lot of learning since then." To think the first time around on a Federation ship, she wouldn't have thought twice about carrying a phaser because she wouldn't have wanted to touch the thing unless she was ordered to carry one...now she was knocking people unconscious with her body and a phaser rifle. Oh the things one learned out of necessity. But then a smile appeared on Janzie's face. "But I've got abilities you haven't even seen yet." Waiting a little bit to make sure Jarel was ok, she gestured in front of her. "Shall we try that again?" she asked with a smirk.

"Let's... but this time, you stay ahead," Jeral said with a lopsided grin. He took out a tricorder and scanned. "Got only a few biosigns, mostly weak ones. Hopefully none of them jump out at us."

Janzie gave a nod and turned her head back towards their goal. Jeral hadn’t said much in the way of details and that was both a good thing and a bad thing. Good in that in theory, they’d have an easy passage and the Admiral wasn’t in that area. It was bad if the Admiral was one of those weak life signs… Janzie shifted her rifle so that it was both out of her way as they moved forward, but also still readily available should they get ambushed again. “Let’s get going. We can’t let the Admiral have all the fun, now can we?”

"Of course not," Jeral responded, still trying to figure out the fifteen year comment that Janzie had mentioned. She certainly didn't look to be that old... He kept it in the back of his mind as the continued along on their path towards the command bridge.

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Grenn

08-08-2008, 05:50

[USS Horizon - Cargo Bay]

"Alright.... just sit down for now." J'al said and motioned as the Klingon fell against him.

=/\= Grenn to Sickbay, I have a patient for you in the cargo bay. He's malnurished and probably dehydrated from a large intake of alcohol. =/\= he said, emphasizing that and looking at QaDghab with almost a glare.

After taking care of that and getting their response, he decided to call Cash. =/\= Grenn to Cash. I know you're busy with more important things, but I just found our old friend Quad-Gab in a cargo crate. Should I have security take him after sickbay takes care of him? He's technically trespassing on a Starfleet ship. =/\= he said, leaning back against the opposing crates and crossing his arms to look at QaDghab.

TAGS! :D

QaDghab

08-08-2008, 06:10

Bettina Cash

08-08-2008, 06:10

~Sickbay

Bettina glanced at Veska and Jackie. "I'll handle it," she commented with a sigh. Dehydration was relatively easy to deal with. A few tests for the proper electrolyte balance and an IV would take care of it. Gathering what she thought she'd need, she headed for the

~Cargo Bay

"Buster?" As soon as she entered the bay, her cat trotted over to greet her. "What are you...eeewwwww!" The stench hit her nose as she stepped farther into the huge room and she looked toward Grenn. "What in the world..."

And then she saw him. "Sparky? What have you done?"

TAGS
GRENN
QaDghab

QaDghab

08-08-2008, 06:15

QaDghab stirred slowly looking up. His mouth moved once more but no voice and it was clear he was in bad shape anyways and probably wouldn't been coherent. He tried to get up but slumped over instead, falling into the floor face first.

Grenn

08-11-2008, 22:13

"...... Alright then. Enjoy." J'al said, watching the Klingon go face down. "I should get to the bridge. Probably need to take command for the moment. Or something..." he said, trying to disguise a reason to get away from the drunken Klingon that smelled terrible.

:D

Bettina Cash

08-16-2008, 23:04

~Cargo Bay

"QaDghab...what happened to you?" Wrinkling her nose, Bettina approached him cautiously, not certain she wanted to get too close. "You...um, smell."

He tried to push himself back up leaving soiled prints on the ground. He touched his throat a moment as his mouth formed works without voice.

"Oh, um, yeah, they didn't get that fixed?" Sighing, she squatted and looked at him more closely. "Are you hurt otherwise? We need to get you cleaned up..."

He was a bit dazed, but he managed to understand what she was saying. He shook his head just slightly to indicate he wasn't hurt otherwise.

"And, um, how long have you been....there?"

He shrugged, and made a guess holding up several fingers to show days. But most time he been to drunk to know for sure.

"Must have been the last stop..." Sighing, Bettina shook her head. "Well, can't do anything until we get you cleaned up." She tapped her comm badge. =^=Computer, two to beam to Cash quarters, the bathroom...=^= She snatched up Buster, then closed her eyes as the transporter beam caught them.

He was disoriented as everything fazed out and was replaced by another scene. It was to bright and he shut his eyes tightly a moment his hands going to his head. In the lighting it was defiantly clear he wasn't well. He was dehydrated and starved, and the waste he spent last several days in hadn;t done him any good either.

"Here, get in the shower." As Bettina dropped Buster, she reached in to turn on the stream of water. "Just...um, leave your clothes on the floor of the shower, I'll get you clean ones, then we can check you better and get you fed." She turned her back and waited to be sure he would be all right.

He took a moment before slowly and shakingly crawling into the shower, to weak at the moment to really pull himself up beyond that. He leaned against the shower wall as the water hit him, and he slowly undid the straps that held his armour on.

"Are you all right?" Bettina asked, standing by the door. "Let me know if you need help...and use lots of soap, please..."

He was having difficulty. He couldn't get everything off. He patted the door to get her attention since he couldn;t speak.

"Oh, um, here, let me help." Moving closer, she started to unstrap his armor, her nose wrinkled in disgust at the stench. "I...um, I'll try to get this clean, but I can't make any promises."

The armour was a bit loose on him but with her help they were able to get it off. He looked thin and haggard. There were spots, rashes of sorts in areas as well.

Dropping the pieces of armor at the end of the tub, Bettina sighed and resigned herself to helping the big Klingon to bathe, although she made a point of not looking at certain parts that he would have to see to himself. She lathered a rag then started to gently wash him. "Where have you been?" she asked quietly.

He had lost focus and tried to bring it back. His mouth formed the full name of the KDB planet he thought she knew he had been on.

"That's all right." Bettina shrugged and dropped a towel over his privates. "Just rest, you'll feel better soon enough. We'll get some food and water into you, a little sleep and you'll be right as rain."

He nodded slowly, wincing as her cloth ran over a bump he had in his side. He wasn't sure what the bump was from, he didn't have it when he left KDB but he had lost some memory of what happened after KDB as well.

"Close your eyes." Bettina was getting as wet as he was, but he was her friend and she would see to him. With his hair wet, she started to work in shampoo, gently massaging his scalp. Then she let the shower rinse the suds down his face. "There, much better. Now..." she handed him a rag, "you get to clean the rest..."

He nodded and took the rag, his hand shaking as he cleaned the last area. At the moment he looked a lot older than he was, and a bit bony.

"Good..." Smiling, Bettina took the rag then let the water run over him to rinse him off before shutting off the water. "Okay, here." Grinning, she dropped a towel over his head.

He reached up and pulled it off, the unnatural bump on his side showing a moment. He then looked at her and struggled to get to his feet. Stumbling slightly.

"You need to dry off." Giggling, Bettina got her shoulder under him, then handed him the towel back. "You are dripping on the floor..." But not nearly as much as she was!

He took the towel and wrapped it around himself. He didn;t do much more than that though as his legs wobbled and a load of putrid liquid poured from his mouth as he bent over. He hadn;t even felt it coming till that moment.

"Oh, turn toward the..." Bettina tried to push him around so he hit the bottom of the tub, but too late. It was all she could do to avoid getting hit herself. "All right..." Sighing, she put a hand on his back and waited for him to finish.

He stayed hunched a while as more came out than seemed possible for him to have held in his stomach. Then he collapsed against her, barely managing not to put all his weight against her.

Sighing, she braced herself and held him up, nearly retching herself from the stench. "Let me know when you're done..."

He nodded, he thought he was done. He hoped. But he didn't feel that coming till it happened. He looked even more pale now, his skin dry and feeling almost rubbery to the touch except for being wet. He needed a place to sit.

"Come on." Bettina grabbed another towel, then steered him into the front room. "Sit..." She hauled him to the couch. "I'll get you some water."

He sat, breathing heavily a moment and shivering. He watched her and then the cat which lept into his lap as soon as he was on the couch.

"All right, try this...just a little sip." She handed him a glass of water and a plastic bag. "And hang onto this in case you get sick."

He took the glass drinking a bit and for a moment he was ok, but as soon as it hit his stomach he cringed, his hand going to his stomach as it ached. The cat in his lap mrawrled seeming to sense something wrong.

"Hang on..." Bettina had her tricorder now and scanned him, then nodded. "I'm going to just start an IV and give you what you need that way. It'll be easier and safer." She set up what she would need, then started the IV, running in fluids and electrolytes.

He nodded slightly his hand going to the lump in his side. He was fevered and ill, his skin paled his muscles also spasmed suddenly, he probably would of cried out if he could make any sound.

"What did they do to you?" Sighing, Bettina ran a full scan, then frowned. "There's metal....is that shrapnel? Qa'Dghab, what happened?"

He shook his head, "Not remember." His mouth formed silently.

"It's all right." Bettina sighed. "It's more than I can do...I'll have to call Veska...you remember her, right? She's a good doctor, she'll know what to do."

He frowned, and shook his head no. He didn't remember who Veska was.

"Well, she's a good doctor." Smiling, she tapped her comm badge. =^=Bettina to Veska, can you come to my quarters, please.=^= Then she looked back to the Klingon. "She'll be here in a few minutes, she'll get you feeling well again in no time..."

He nodded slowly, and then stiffened arching back as his muscles spasmed again and then went limp breathing heavily. He felt sick though and his stomach heaved with nothing coming out.

TAG
VESKA

A JP from:
QaDghab the Stinky
and:

Grenn

08-17-2008, 10:11

[Horizon - Bridge]

After beating a hasty retreat from the cargo bay and not knowing of much else to do, J'al made the decision to use his new rank for something. Since the Admiral was off the ship, Jackie the civilian was in sickbay, and Cash was down in Engineering, J'al was about the highest ranked person on deck one as he exited the lift.

"I'll take the Conn, thank you, Lieutenant." he said to the security officer who had filled the void while most of the senior staff was away.

Even though the bridge was a bit damaged, J'al still took a deal of pride in plopping down in the Captain's chair and seeing the bridge from a new perspective. He pulled up a status display on the chair monitor, crossing one leg and resting his ankle on the opposite knee, relaxed.

After all... they were not really in combat anymore, and he was all fixed up from the nasty run in with the energy weapon. Now to wait for something to happen...

OFF: Living it up on the Cap'n Cash plan :cool-morph:

Mark Harmon

08-17-2008, 22:26

[[Pirate ship - Bridge]]

Mark didn't need to see it unfold on the viewscreen to know what had happened. But the image on the screen was something that will add to the memories that still plagues him.

"You bastard!" Mark yelled, a rare moment as the Admiral's composure dropped; he swung towards the pirate his eyes clearly enraged with something more sinister and dark hiding just underneath.

He kept a hold on his emotions long enough not to slip the fact that Jackie was pregnant right now, what that jolt would do to the child, Mark couldn't even begin thinking. And that just enraged him even more.

Mark covered the short distance between them in the blink of an eye; in the next moment the pirate felt himself being pinned against a console despite having an obvious advantage in size over the human Admiral; the federation rifle lodged firmly sideways right under his neck in a mock chocking hold, and a very pissed off Admiral Harmon on the other end.

"You mess with me and my ship, that's one thing." Mark almost growled. perhaps if he wasn't human he would've; the fact that his strength clearly was a surprise just added to the mix. "You hurt any of my crew...." He left the rest of the threat unsaid, his actions, and the look in his eyes said everything that needed to be said.

The Nausegaan looked back intensely, then began to push. He was lifting Harmon directly off of him, slowly relieving the tension on his neck. He then lowered the admiral slightly, then threw him off of him easily, picking himself up. "Human realize... this is job," he said. "Bad information... thought you would be vulnerable."

Mark was not a man easily distraught, nor was he someone who'd give in easily and get rattled by something as simple as the size or the smirk of the enemy he now faced.

"I don't care!" he almost spat at the pirate's reasoning, his crew, himself, jackie, none of them were just 'jobs'. Mark picked himself off the floor without effort and faced the pirate, "You give me one good reason why I shouldn't just shoot you" Mark snapped, his eyes cold, his rifle aimed straight at the pirate.

"I get employer," the Nausegaan said. "Being beaten by pathetic human, make look like fool. No ship, no income because of lie." His broken speech turned into a hiss the more he thought about it, and the madder he got.

"You were a fool when you first opened fire on a ship under my command" Mark spoke in a dangerously low tone. He gripped the rifle mentally struggling, fighting to release his rage somewhere. "You came for me. you came for Jackie." he shook his head, then sent the rifle into a wide swing, "not gonna happen" he added as the butt of the rifle connected with the pirate's skull.

The Nausegaan's vision blurred, but only for a moment, then, as the rifle was brought up again, he caught it, then brought an elbow into the admiral's face. The rifle clattered down to the ground, no one holding it, the light illuminating the two combatants oddly as they fought. The Nausegaan swung his fist, but the admiral ducked under it.

For a man Mark's age, the Admiral moved fairly quickly; all signs of years well spent staying in shape and training to keep himself on his toes. The bar fights when he was a cadet may have had something to do with it as well. Not to mention all the times Jackie kept him on his toes with her antics.

Mark narrowed his eyes barely escaping yet another incoming punch; maybe he should have shot the bastard when he had the chance. Mark launched a series of well aimed punches of his own, careful to stay out of any incoming ones himself. The Nausegaan's size wasn't always an advantage, and Mark intended to use that as an advantage in taking out the pirate.

"Hold still," the Nausegaan said as he swung and missed again. He decided to abandon that idea, then grabbed up Harmon and began to squeeze as tightly as he could.

"Sorry, I don't swing that way" Harmon gasped through clenched teeth as he fought to try to get a breath in. He kicked out at the pirate with his feet in an attempt to loosen the hold on him.

The kicks were not doing anything to the Nausegaan. He started to snicker as he saw how desperate the human was. "Pathetic human," he said as he continued to squeeze, both arms completely around Harmon and compressing him against his body.

Then Harmon headbutted him.

The shock of the impact made the Nausegaan's vision go black, and he loosened his grip slightly. He stumbled backwards a bit, a little stunned.

Mark took a quick moment to collect his bearings then dove for the rifle. Rolling on the floor he settled into a position on his stomach and lifted the weapon up at the pirate as he stood up. He fired a shot, but the beam weakened even as it left the weapon. The indicator on the rifle blinked for attention, the weapon fully discharged.

With a loud frustrated grunt and an added jolt of adrenaline fueled by rage, Mark grabbed the rifle with both hands and sent one end flying towards the pirate's skull.

The Nausegaan's vision cleared for only a moment, enough to see the rifle butt stock incoming for his head.

Then everything went dark.

Without missing a beat, the human prodded the pirate with the rifle making sure he wasn't faking it. 'I'm getting too old for this' hadn't even entered his mind as he secured the Nausegaan. If anything, he quite enjoyed the refreshing change from dealing with politics to actually being in the middle of a good old fashioned away mission. However, like most any decision he made these days, it came at a price.

"Well... were we even needed?" a voice said from the side. Harmon looked up to see Janzie and Jeral, covering the bridge with their weapons. "Looks like we missed the party completely."

"Gotta work on your timing a bit, Lieutenant, Ms Kyle. Maybe next time you'll be right on time," Mark acknowledged the two with a quick nod as the man caught his breath and wiped the sweat off his brow. "Come on. Let's go home and get this scum to the Brig." He added ignoring the parts of his body that screamed for attention after the fight with the pirate. Okay, maybe he was a little bit out of practice; Mark made a mental note to book in some time with a betleH in the holodeck when things calmed down a tad. 'could probably use it after dealing with the aftermath of this' he added silently as he went to contact the Horizon.

OFF:
A joint post by Mark Harmon, Pirate bozo and a cameo from Janzie and Jeral.
wrap up time!

Jackie Clawson

08-24-2008, 18:35

[[ USS Horizon - Sickbay]]

"No, of course not." Smiling, Bettina took her hand, her free hand going over her own belly, wondering about the 'not again'. She couldn't imagine anyone doing anything to her baby. "We're here, Jackie," she cajoled. "Don't worry, please." She looked up at Veska, then got closer to Jackie. "I'm going to babysit. Your baby and ours will grow up together, right? And we can lounge back and watch them play..."

"I'll be in after this crisis is over so you can get better acquainted with my medical history." Grenn said to Dr. Veska before slipping out.

Veska nodded at Grenn, “You do that Commander.” It wasn’t that she didn’t trust the EMH, but she would want to do a thorough examination with her own eyes as a verification and to make sure that what had to heal on its own was doing so properly. Veska then looked back at Bettina and Jackie. They were having a difficult time assuring the former Admiral that she and her child would be alright, but that would come in time.

Several moments passed and Veska’s day got more interesting: =/\= Grenn to Sickbay, I have a patient for you in the cargo bay. He's malnourished and probably dehydrated from a large intake of alcohol. =/\=

Veska’s first instinct after spending so much time among Klingons was to automatically assume that Klingon was at least the race of the patient, but she reminded herself this was a Federation ship and while drinking was allowed, it was strongly discouraged on or off duty and rarely had the potency if any at all compared to what was routinely drunk on a Klingon ship. When Betinna volunteered to see to Grenn’s discovery, Veska agreed. Once the woman had left, she looked back at Jackie. “Now, where were we? Ah yes. You and your child will recover. I wouldn’t recommend being shocked like that again any time soon, but you will both be fine. Now show me you believe that,” Veska requested.

Jackie gave Veska a hard stare , as if the woman had said something utterly....out of line. She laid her head back clenching her teeth, mentally scolding herself to snap out of it, at the same time well aware that her condition definitely put her at risk in many ways. Still...

"It's not like I planned on getting shocked like that" she murmured; a hand on her stomach Jackie thanked the stars that at least this time no one kidnapped her and put a blade through her stomach. At least not yet. She was in the dark as to what was going on outside and how Mark's team was doing.

“Of course you didn’t,” Veska replied. A nurse approached with some items that needed Veska’s approval. Though Veska was likely to be told as soon as there was word, she asked anyway: “The away team?” The nurse shook her head negatively. “Make sure we have supplies ready just in case. With the damage we sustained and whatever happened over there, communications may not let us know before they return.” The nurse nodded and left once Veska had signed off on what the woman had brought.

“For the Federation, that is a curious away team,” Veska commented. “Having the CO head over is usually frowned upon, and civilians, even with experience, into combat situations… a curious ship,” Veska added with a grin. While she had been eager to return to a Federation ship from her Klingon experience, there had been elements of how the Klingons operated that did have their appeal. Jackies uneasiness had grown at her comments. “If they ran into trouble, they will be taken care of,” she assured the Ciatian. “Just because my most recent experience was on a ship of the Empire, I know my way around Human and Bajoran anatomy and I am not afraid of the dermal regenerator.”

"You probably would've liked how I ran the ship" Jackie murmured softly with a slight smirk; "seem to have our share of...curious folk assigned here." she paused closing her eyes and taking in a breath as she held onto her stomach feeling the bump on her tummy. She gave it a gentle pat before resuming the conversation "How did you get here?" she asked, she'd recognized the female from the tournament a while back, but Jackie was curious to find out why and how the woman had ended up on the Horizon

“A curious story in itself,” Veska mused. “The HoD’s drinks were poisoned as was the majority of the ship’s food supply. He went into a coma, and nearly died at one point had it not been for my mate. We were forced to leave him at Kithomer under Kur’rk’s care while we went on under the command of our first officer and our HoD’s mate. A pataq on our ship believed he should be in charge and when we believed our proper HoD to have died and our acting HoD injured on a successful mission, he took charge. My mate and I and a few others protested in our own ways, though our numbers were few. My mate and I were eventually left off at a planet rather than simply shoved out an airlock thanks to the XO’s intervention. I would have fought at the tourney this past year but we did not arrive in time. The pataq however is dead, at the hands of the Kral, at the tourney I believe. When I inquired about where I was to be assigned, or reassigned as I assumed the case was likely to be, I was told to report here.”

Jackie nodded, a pained look briefly flashing across her eyes; she looked down and away in silence.

The half Klingon shrugged. She had always felt closer to her human side, to the Federation than the Empire. A curiosity about her Klingon half and heritage, but she had been raised too long as a human…just with a little extra aggression thrown in. Veska patted Jackie on the leg nearest her. “Now, you are welcome to stay here for a while longer, but all you need is rest, and I know there are places you would rather do that than here.”

"I'm not going anywhere until I'm sure my baby is okay and that blast hasn't done anything to harm his development. " Jackie replied firmly, concern in her eyes. She may not have favoured sickbays herself, but the Caitian knew where her priorities lay especially after a jolt she has received. For all she knew she was lucky it was one that didn't send her into another coma.

A smirk tugged at the corners of Veska’s mouth. ‘Seeing was believing’ was the human phrase if she recalled correctly. She pulled the tricorder out and removed the medical scanner nestled in its holder inside. Then she opened the device and handed it to the Caitian. Once it was accepted, Veska began a slow and deliberate scan of Jackie’s mid section, the results scrolling across the small screen in Jackie’s hands. “The shock looked and probably felt worse than it actually was. Your reaction time to the discharge was very quick and probably saved both of your lives. What damage there was, was primarily to you and very little even made it to the baby. I repaired all that required to be so, and scans did not indicate that the development should be delayed at all nor any lasting affects on you or the baby, provided you let what I could not heal completely, do so. And a few days of taking it a little easy, will do the trick.”

"That's all I seem to be doing these days... taking it easy." The Caitian responded peering at the results on the tricorder. "It's not like I have a ship full of 'curious crew' to command now" she replied. "How much more 'taking it a little easier' are we talking?" The Caitian asked an odd note in her voice. She seemed frustrated now, a bit angered maybe; she'd spent weeks in Mark's quarters without leaving them, and the day she goes out and makes herself useful and does something to get on with her life to some extent, she gets tracked down by pirates and plenty of people get hurt because of her actions years ago. It hardly seemed fair. Hardly seemed right. Jackie bit her lip resisting the urge to hit something.

“Just nothing overly physically taxing or stressful,” Veska answered. “Exercising is fine, but stretches and walking, not a bat’leth tourney or a marathon for a few days…that kind of ‘taking it easy.’ I’m not restricting you to quarters or anything like that…I’m not naive enough to believe that is followed much anyway as such a ‘sentence’ isn’t much better than having someone stay in sickbay,” she said with a bit of a laugh. “I would like to see you at some point tomorrow though. But it can be anywhere, and just a brief scan or two. Painless.”

"I haven't even been to this year's tourney" Jackie spoke; she may have been crazy, stubborn and a bit suicidal, but not when she was pregnant. The year before, her win didn't come at an easy price to her health; she was sure this sort of thing wouldn't be good for the baby. Not that growing up without a father would be a good thing either. Jackie took in a breath then hopped off the bio bed; she winced as her body let her know she was a tad too sudden in her movement. Jackie let out a breath; "thank you" she spoke, laying a hand on her stomach "and thanks for not restricting me to sickbay" she added, "funny how it's the half Klingon medic that doesn't do that; all the human ones either want to keep me here 'for observation' when they get their hands on me, or kill me." she shook her head. "Long story" she quickly added at her last remark.

Veska was sure there was a story there, but she would resist asking for now. She shrugged at Jackie’s reference to her lack of sickbay restriction, but smiled. “The vast majority of individuals on this ship are old enough to decide if they want medical treatment or not. There are more important things for me to do then chase people down who don’t want or feel they need help. I am obligated to state my observations and recommendations, and admittedly in a few select cases, exercise choices dictated by Starfleet in the absence of the CMO, but by in large, medical treatment is up to the patients.” Veska picked up the tricorder and reinserted the probe. “Preventative medicine does wonders, centuries of evidence have shown that. Starfleet medicine is an amazing thing, and spending time on a ship of the Empire does make one appreciate that.” Though, even the Empire was changing if Kur’rk had anything to say about it.

“So, no, I’m not going to restrict someone to Sickbay unless it is truly necessary,” Veska affirmed. “But,” she said looking at Jackie, “I will happy make ‘house’ calls. But even those are quick and painless. You have better things to do as well.”

"Not at the moment, but, thanks" The Caitian smiled, Jackie shrugged, shaking her head as if to clear it. "I'll let you.. uh.. get back to work now." she added making for the exit.

Jackie took care to watch her step; she bit her lip thoughtfully wondering what exactly was she supposed to do now. Mark was still on the pirate ship as far as she knew. But the ship had stopped firing a while ago. Jackie made the decision to head up to the bridge to see what was going on up there and wait for Mark's return. She made a mental note to steer clear of any control panels until she knew for sure it was safe.

OFF:
Tag : Bridge. Grenn? (wanna JP a bit?)

Joint post by Veska and Jackie Clawson

Mark Harmon

08-25-2008, 18:21

[[ USS Horizon -- Transporter Room 2 ]]

The beam deposited the four figures aboard the Horizon. Rifle slung over his shoulder, Mark stepped off first, glad to be aboard a friendly vessel. He turned back to look at his away team: a civilian and the chief of security , both firmly holding the still unconscious and now heavily bound pirate between them.

As Mark turned, he noticed the medical team stepping through the doors.

“Med kit.” he spoke, as one of the medics approached him with a tricorder. Mark stepped aside and shot the man a look cutting off any objections and the officer complied with the words the Admiral has spoken.

Mark opened the kit, searched for a canister, grabbed a hypo from the kit and inserted the canister into the hypo in a swift move. Handing back the med kit, Mark nodded his thanks to the medic before he moved over to Janzie and Jeral who still held the pirate in between them.

“Toss him in the brig and keep him under heavy sedation. I don’t want him causing trouble before we drop him off.” he spoke. “Get yourselves checked out in sickbay and get some rest.” he added heading out the door.

“Good job you two,” he added pausing in the doorway.

With a curt nod, the Admiral left the transporter room.

[[ Bridge ]]

Stepping on the bridge, Mark was greeted by a sight he wasn’t expecting to see. Captain Cash wasn’t on the bridge but Jackie was, she seemed alive and well although he could see something wavering in her appearance as she stood at the back of the bridge her arms crossed on her chest, her eyes locked onto the main viewscreen. Mark almost smiled, wondering if she was getting the craving to get back to command already. But a part of him was annoyed that she was back on the bridge so soon instead of getting some rest.

Grenn jumped up to vacate the center seat, Mark waved it off and the Caitian settled back down.

“What are you doing?” Mark spoke in a low whisper as he approached Jackie and gave her a look that asked a second question.

She turned to him letting out a slow breath. She seemed to relax a tad now that the away team was back and Mark was okay.

“I’m fine” she replied.

“Looked in a mirror lately?” Mark asked casually.

“How is it you humans say? Pot meet kettle?” Jackie asked with a raised eyebrow.

Mark smirked at her attempt at humor. At least she seemed to be getting more together now. and about time too. “Touche” he said.

=/\= Engineering to Bridge. =/\= a disembodied enthusiastic voice cut in.

“Go ahead” Mark stole a glance at Jackie, she met his look dead on a single question in her eyes. He nodded, Jackie blinked and shook her head as he confirmed her suspicions as to who the owner of the voice was.

=/\= Welcome Back there Admiral. =/\= the cheerful voice continued. =/\= Secondary core is online, all systems clear. Captain Cash’s down here helping out. Engineering out. =/\=

“You heard him. Helm. Set course for the nearest base. Maximum warp. We need to drop off our...prisoner” Mark spoke raising his voice above the whisper he used to converse with Jackie. Beside him, Jackie flinched and seemed to shrink into herself a little. “He’s heavily sedated.” Mark reassured her lowering his voice. “Go on, go get rest.” he added gently prodding her towards the turbolift. “Shouldn’t be on your feet after a jolt like that.” he added, aware that the Caitian didn’t scream unless it *really* hurt.

“I’m fine. really” she objected looking past Mark at the viewscreen. Both watched in silence as the ship began moving.

“Jackie.” Mark began again gently squeezing her shoulder.

“What?” she shot back just barely keeping her voice low, her eyes flaring up, but beneath the anger, Mark saw more and understood why she stayed on the bridge. She didn’t want to be alone. Yet if she stayed here longer, shed risk falling apart or worse, if only from not having much to do.

Mark knew there wasn't much left that would occupy her mind. Training with the betleH was out of the picture. So was being at the helm of the Horizon so soon after the jolt she'd received.

“Things calm down a bit in engineering; pay ‘em a visit.” Mark said, “you probably have a lot to catch up on with you know who. ” he said, “There’s always the holodeck.” he added, “just not one of your betleH scenarios. or well...” he trailed off recalling just what sort of scenarios the Caitian had been known to run. “use one of mine. Delta-9-7-9 might help.” he said.

She pressed her lips together in a tight line fighting off all sorts of emotions stirring up inside her. Mark knew this, he could read her like a book. she needed to get out of here or risk making a scene or worse. She nodded.

“Thanks.” she spoke, her voice wavering briefly. Maybe it was the hormones kicking in again. maybe it was the recent events. maybe her life was just getting to her again. Jackie blinked as Mark gave her a gentle squeeze on her shoulder before she left the bridge.

OFF:
tag Janzie/Jeral : take the deadweight to the airlo....er...brig. typo. the keys are like right next to eachother! :p

Veska

08-26-2008, 04:10

[Cash Quarters/Sickbay:]

Smiling, she tapped her comm badge. =^=Bettina to Veska, can you come to my quarters, please.=^=

Veska had been retrieving things she might need to help Bettina, who hadn’t returned yet and wondered if this was related. =^= “Should I bring anything specific, or a way to bring the patient in question to sickbay?” =^= Veska asked. If her original gut instinct was correct, the latter would be a ‘no.’

QaDghab winced his hand held over the bulg in his side. At the moment he didn't care where he was, as long as he wasn't sick anymore.

=^=...Um, QaDghab is back with us, but he's dehydrated and...well, intoxicated. And he's got some kind of....metallic thing in his side...=^=

=^= "QaDghab?" =^= Veska replied with surprise. Her instinct had been right…and now he had something else metallic that needed to be removed. At least this time it wasn’t in his head. =^= “It would be better to do any surgeries here, but given his other…conditions…we’ll have to get him in better shape than he is now before we do that. I’ll grab a few things and be there shortly.”=^= Ironically, Veska’s first thought was to get some bloodwine, but that might not help as much as normal in this particular set of circumstances. Instead she grabbed a few IV’s that would get him back to that point and a few injectable supplements since it was unlikely QaDghab was going to be able to keep food down for a while either. “Klingons,” she muttered to herself and headed out the door.

QaDghab's mind had drifted off a moment only to stir as something furry rubbed against his torso. He lifted his head slowly his hand going to the cat creature, petting it momentarily before grimacing at what felt like claws scratching at the lump.

Bettina smiled as she watched him stroking the cat. Who would have thought? Then she trotted over and opened the door to let Veska in. "He was in a crate in the hold....been there a few days, getting drunk on who knows what. He was pretty...filthy. I got him cleaned up and I've given him some fluids, but he's still pretty sick..."

QaDghab looked towards the door and seeing the familiar woman his good eye widen while the other eye with that side of his face twitched. He remembered briefly the encounter he had with her at a time where he was more bigoted. "Forgive me." His mouth formed silently.

Veska gave Bettina a reassuring smile, but then her mouth turned down into a frown as she looked upon QaDghab. Whatever he had said and done when she had met him last had long been forgotten, she had even helped in the surgery to remove the implant from his brain, but it didn’t seem he had improved much since then. Regardless, he was a patient, at least in the Federation she didn’t have the choice made of who lived and died decided for her. “We’ll see if there is any Klingon spirit left in you to forgive,” Veska said sternly as she approached. Sure Klingons drank, but to see one in such a state as QaDghab was in, disgusted her. “And to think this is better than when he was found,” she said harshly.

"Oh, better is an understatement." Bettina grinned. "Just don't go into the bathroom!"

QaDghab was confused a moment. Well more confused, it was difficult not to have some confusion with the mugginess in his brain. He was about to sit up more when his muscles spasmed again causing him to stiffen and arch back a moment. His breath rushing out a moment.

Veska looked at Bettina in amazement at the women’s chipper attitude. “I’ll keep that in mind,” she replied trying to sound more upbeat herself though it was forced. She turned back towards QaDghab placing the small case she brought with her on the floor. First she brought out the medical tricorder, just to see for herself what she was dealing with and then began to load hyposprays with the appropriate drugs and supplements. It would take some time for the injections to take affect, but minutes instead of hours back in the day. After the first round of injections, Veska rocked back on her heals moving over to where the bulge that Bettina had mentioned resided. “You and metal objects QaDghab…” she said more to herself than to QaDghab himself.

"What is it?" Bettina asked, looking over her shoulder at Veska's tricorder. "Can you take it out?"

“I’m not entirely sure what it is, but it seems to be some sort of shocking device given the reactions I am reading. The composition is consistent with those used by Cardassian devices, like the one I assisted in taking out of his head just over a year ago.” Veska looked at QaDghab curiously. “Just what is it about you that the Cardassians find so interesting,” she wondered. “But I’ll have to run some more thorough scans to know for sure just what I can do with it and the best way to get it out.”

He seemed confused and touched his head. 'Not remember it.' his mouth formed.

"Hmm..." Bettina frowned, taking QaDghab’s hand. "Well, we'll figure something out. Don't worry. I know it isn't nice." Then she looked at Veska. "Can you numb the tissue around it? At least make it more comfortable?"

Veska shook her head. “Whatever it is, seems to be attached directly to the pain receptors. If it is Cardassian, there may be a detrimental side affect to altering its function or the functions it is in there to manipulate. I’ll need to study it more. There may be more too it than just what it appears. With out knowing just how it got there and how he got here with it still inside, I don’t want to take any chances.”

The injections helped, he was feeling a little better, but still sick and still at times tensing painfully. He tried to get up, but was weakened and ended up stumbling.

"Stay!" Bettina pushed him back onto the couch. "Just sleep and let stuff work." She rolled her eyes, then grinned as Buster resumed his spot on the Klingon's lap.

He shook his head, rest was impossible with the pain jolting threw him. With the drink he was able to get past it but not like this.

“At least in that he is still acting Klingon,” Veska commented, though found his facial expression troublesome and scanned him again. Once he was more hydrated and his vitals were more to her liking she would definitely have to get those scans done. She prepared another round of injections now that the first set had seemed to work its course. As she did so, she looked around at the current accommodations. “I can take him to my quarters Bettina. I don’t think Bryan would appreciate a recovering drunk Klingon on his couch after a day such as the one he has had. It will also take a few more of these injections and you need your sleep.”

"Take it easy, Sparky." Bettina slid under his other shoulder to help support him. "You don't have to leave so soon...you just got here." She glanced at Veska. "But, yeah, once he'd stronger...although Buster will miss him!"

Veska had grunted slightly at Qa'Dghab’s weight. She would have voted for a site to site transport, but her quarters weren’t too far that they couldn’t manage if they took things slow. “If you…and Buster… would like to join us, you can stay with him there for a time. I still have to be prepared to attend to an away team when they return.”

QaDghab nodded, and tried to move forward before his muscles spasmed again and his mouth opened in silent cry.

"Try to relax..." Bettina looked up at him, worried. "It will pass..." So she hoped. She took his hand, squeezing it. "Can you take a few steps now?"

The spasm finally ended and he stumbled, nearly collapsing. Though he did lose the towel around his waist.

Veska groaned. She would applaud his effort, but it was neither safe, practical, nor good for QaDghab’s reputation to be seen like this in the corridors. “On second thought, Sickbay is better at least initially. I can put him in a private room. That way I can do the scan for the metal in his side sooner rather than later.” After a brief conversation with the transporter room, to both determine that the transporters were functional and to give Veska time to authorize the replication of a sickbay gown from Bettina’s replicator, a subtle blue glow was initiated.

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QaDghab
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PO1 Bettina Cash
Litter Box 1 maintenence
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Jackie Clawson

08-26-2008, 17:51

ON:

[[USS Horizon -- Captain’s Quarters]]
Jackie walked in, barely able to contain her emotions on the way the Caitian slumped against a wall and covered her eyes with a hand. She felt the damp corners of her eyes as the tears came; Jackie growled fighting off the emotions, fighting for self control.

“I gotta do something” she whispered clenching both hands into fists. “Something” she repeated slamming a fist into the wall in sheer frustration if only at herself for being useless yet still being a threat to the ship and crew because of her past. Was she really going to bear a child into a world like this? A world where she was hunted? was there any place she could go to get away from Sorak and everyone who’s hunted her?

Jackie closed her eyes and took in several breaths. Clenching her teeth she forced out the thoughts from her mind. As soon as she felt she had gained her composure, Jackie opened her eyes and took a look around the empty quarters. Taking in a gulp of air Jackie turned away unable to face the emptiness of the huge room. She headed out of the quarters not wanting to be alone in the big dark room.

[[ Lounge ]]

The doors parted letting the Caitian through. She looked calm and in full control as Jackie stepped inside the mess hall that doubled as the lounge. With a cursory glance she noted it was almost empty; with a slight sense of uncertainty Jackie headed to the bar.

OFF: tag: our resident trill

Veska

08-28-2008, 01:23

[[Horizon - Sickbay:]]

QaDghab was disoriented once more as he hung onto Veska while they were transported into medical. Some room in medical anyways that was unoccupied till now. He looked around with his good eye seeming to be startled a moment he nearly backed up as a flash of a simular scene flashed in his mind. Only that scene was not a good one.

“Remember where you are QaDghab. This is a Federation starship and you are among friends,” Veska voiced as clearly as she could. She helped him to the biobed in the room. Tapping her comm. badge she let the sickbay staff know what she needed equipment wise and while here, unless emergencies, she was occupied. “We need to figure out just what this is inside of you and how best to get it out.”

QaDghab nodded, "You removed last one?" His mouth said without sound other than a slight rush of air. "Can I remain awake?" He slid onto the bed, needing a bit of help as he was still weakened. He hated being weak though and it frustrated him.

“Initially yes,” Veska answered, beginning another round of injections, while the scan initiated she set about repairing the damage she had detected to his vocal chords with the intention of allowing him to speak more clearly. “We will have to see about the actual surgery. With out family on board, unless they were in the other barrels, I understand why you would wish to stay awake. Since it is your side and not your head this time, it is probably possible.” The door into the suite opened and several pieces of equipment were brought in, the first of which rolled into position above QaDghab’s waist. “Let us see just what we are dealing with here shall we?”

"I'm here!" Bettina announced as she entered Sickbay after having changed into dry clothes. "Can I help?"

“We need to figure out if it is safe to remove this…implant, whatever it is,” Veska answered to Bettina. “With Cardassian fingers all over this, that isn’t a guarantee.” Looking at the scanner, Veska furrowed her already ridged forehead at QaDghab’s comment. “That doesn’t help me much QaDghab. It is a rather common piece of medical technology. But it only scans.”

QaDghab nodded and suddenly tensed again as another jolt hit him.

"Can't you freeze it or...I don't know, beam it out?" Bettina shrugged, at a loss, but wanting to help.

He cringed and gripped Veska's wrist, "Stop it," his mouth read.

"Come on, Sparky, let her work." Bettina smiled as she started to pry his fingers back.

Veska didn’t see QaDghab’s words, but she felt his wish in the grip on her arm and Bettina’s attempt to loosen his grip. Her attention was on the read out from the scan as the device administered its shock. There didn’t seem to be a rhyme or reason for when it shocked. Perhaps it was malfunctioning. She seemed to stare at the read outs for some time before speaking again. “The barbs will be an additional challenge in its removal, so extra internal regeneration. But as far as I can tell, it is safer to remove it than leave it in for any longer.” She turned back to Bettina. “If you would care to assist. I believe he trusts you more than he would the rest of the staff. But I don’t see a reason to put him under for this.”

He nodded letting go of Veska's wrist and looked at Bettina he then grabbed her hand gently, though slightly worried that if he got another shock his grip might tighten to much. He didn’t want to break her hand or anything. He may be weakened by malnutrition but the muscles were still there for most part and the hand muscles still built up from his hobby of sword smithing.

"I'll do what I can." Bettina shrugged, then looked at QaDghab. "It'll be all right, just hold my hand." She looked back to Veska. "What can I do?"

“Well, if you don’t mind, just act as my nurse,” Veska answered. “You can stay here with QaDghab while I get the instruments I’ll need and then we can scrub. A simple (with a cross of the fingers) surgery and QaDghab will be back to his usual self.”

QaDghab tried not to focus so much on where he was, just on who he was with. The beautiful woman who carried his godson and who he was glad to be here for now. He had wondered if he would be here for the birth and it seemed he had that chance. If he lived through this. "How is he?" His mouth formed.

"He's just fine," Bettina answered, smiling softly. "Strong, like his father. I think he'll be stubborn, too." She squeezed his hand. "And with you as his godfather, how can he go wrong?"

Veska chuckled at the exchange. At least QaDghab was appearing to improve in more ways than one. Now they just had to get that implant out of him. “We just need to get you cleaned up and ready for the surgery as well as our selves QaDghab. It will be over before you know it and you won’t get those nasty shocks any more. Are you ready?”

QaDghab nodded a yes. "Ready 3 days ago." His lips read. "Alcohol little hel..." He gritted his teeth as pain shot through him and his hand tightened around Bettina's.

Bettina winced, but managed to smile. "Yeah, would have been a piece of cake while you were sauced. Too late for that now. Try to relax..."

“Little hell is about right,” Veska echoed. “Next time stick to the synthol.” She reached over and eased QaDghab’s vice grip. “She needs her hand right now QaDghab. When the surgery is done, I’m sure she’d be happy to have you hold it again, but we need to get you read and then ourselves.” With out a further word, she nodded to Bettina and they set to work.

He nodded and let them do what they needed to do, trying his best to deal with what was happening and ignore the bulge in his side that seemed only bigger in his pain hazed mind.

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QaDghab
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PO1 Bettina Cash
Litter Box 1 maintenance
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Bryan_Cash

09-01-2008, 02:22

[Engineering]
[Horizon]

He wiped a bit of thermal grease from his brown and stood looking at the warp core. He must have seen or personally worked on almost fifty of these in his days. It never ceased to amaze him how much of the chaos of the universe humans had learned to control. Matter antimatter annihilations to create amazing power.

It had taken an extra ordinary amount of effort to leave the bridge behind to come down here. In the end the decision had been the right one. things had gotten fixed and he had a big part in that. Patting the chief on the shoulder he turned to head back to the bridge to check in......and then to his quarters to get a shower. He was smelly and pretty dirty.

[Bridge a little while later]

He entered the bridge....or what was left of it and walked down to the command deck. Admiral Harmon had retreated to the ready room and Cash relieved a young ensign on duty. Hopefully soon he would learn all the new peoples names by sight.

The ship was hurt but not nearly as much as before. It would take a week or two to get her ship shape but it wouldn't require a trip to a repair dock. The Horizon would go on just as she had for a good long while.

OFF: Sorry been scarce guys. Had a lot on my plate. You should be getting your regular Albert service from now on. ;)

Jeral Krezek

09-03-2008, 04:03

(OOC: I don't like mid-post tags, but I have to leave one here, because I just realized how long it's been since I posted.

[Brig]

"This probably would have been easier with an anti-grav cart."

Jeral sighed as he raised the force field on the brig bay, containing the Nausegaan in the small cell. Funny how he would be standing out there, not a day after occupying the cell himself for breaching some security protocol or another...

He looked over at Janzie. "Thank you for your assistance," he said. "If you ever feel like you need a job on this ship, I would love to have you in the Security department."

<TAG: Janzie>

"But now, I've got to get going," he said. "See you around."

And with that, he walked out of the room.

[Jeral's Quarters]

The bruises and bumps that he got ached at his joints as he walked through the door to his quarters. "Computer," he called out. "Prepare a hot water bath, temperature 39.7 degrees centigrade." The computer beeped in response, and he heard a click from the washroom area as the bath was prepared. A relaxing bath would feel very good at this point in time...

...especially after today, and what he now had to do to himself again.

Throwing his uniform jacket and vest down on the bed, Jeral took out the small micro-hypospray and readied himself a second dose of the neural inhibitor cocktail that he required to stay sane. Once loaded, he placed it against his jugular vein and pressed the trigger, injecting himself.

"Computer, play musical selection from my personal library... Krezek-one-five," he said, closing his eyes and concentrating on driving the slight mental pain that the injection always caused him away from his sense of perception. The sound of a cello softly playing notes filld his ears, giving him something else to concentrate on other than the pain. It was a nice piece that Aran had introduced him to, originally written by a group called "Apocolyptica", which was made famous in the early twenty-first century for using cellos to cover popular music. The tones of the music, Jeral found fascinating, and he let his body surge with activity through the tones of Nothing Else Matters being strummed out on the cello.

(OOC: If you want to hear it to get an idea... it's the first song that plays on my MySpace page. http://www.myspace.com/flying_gremlin if at all interested.)

He opened his eyes about halfway through the musical piece, then disrobed fully and headed for the bath. It popped out of the wall as he approached, and Jeral climbed in, settling down for a nice and relaxing time.

Janzie

09-03-2008, 04:48

[[Horizon - Brig]]

"This probably would have been easier with an anti-grav cart."

Jeral sighed as he raised the force field on the brig bay, containing the Nausicaan in the small cell. Funny how he would be standing out there, not a day after occupying the cell himself for breaching some security protocol or another...

He looked over at Janzie. "Thank you for your assistance," he said. "If you ever feel like you need a job on this ship, I would love to have you in the Security department."

Janzie smirked at the thought. He clearly hadn’t seen all of her file. Being new to the ship, he probably didn’t get to reading the hand me down of files from his predecessor, his sister, about the civilian being on a watch list just yet. Janzie was pretty sure that even Kiara didn’t know much more than that Janzie was to be monitored more than the token civilian but yet was allowed considerable access despite that fact, such as access to the bridge.

“I’ll certainly keep that in mind,” Janzie commented. “A good sparing partner can be hard to come by these days,’ she offered in the interim. “I’m sure you’ll be back to deal with him later, right?” Janzie nodded in prompt, the gesture echoed from her partner.

"But now, I've got to get going," he said. "See you around."

And with that, he walked out of the room.

“Later,” Janzie replied wondering just what she should do with herself now. Sickbay, while probably necessary, at least for piece of mind, was not really what she wanted to do right now. Leroy, if he even knew she had been on the team was probably livid. “Computer, locate Leroy Jenkins?”

< Petty Officer Jenkins is on the Bridge>

“Why am I not surprised,” Janzie said to herself and set off in that direction, a little bit of bounce in her step.

ooc: If you need any input from me like that...just buzz me through email or YIM. I'm usually hiding around here somewhere.

Janzie

09-04-2008, 02:10

(part one)

[[USS Horizon -- Bridge]]

Mark let out a long sigh and leaned over the console overlooking the lower deck of the bridge where the Captain’s and XOs chairs were located.

“Helm. what’s our ETA?” he queried.

“Four days and twelve hours, Sir”

Four days. Still a lot of time for the pirate to spend aboard the ship, even if in custody and sedated. Mark briefly contemplated dealing with the problem himself, but something inside him wouldn’t let him. He rubbed at the bridge of his nose and thought about getting extra security aboard the Horizon, but he knew Jackie would be against a personal guard; although maybe not considering she was carrying a child.

His thoughts were interrupted by someone clearing their throat behind him. He turned to face his Aide.

“Sir. Not that you should have even led an away team” Jenkins began, “you also haven’t had yourself checked out by medical upon your return.” The man added, he conveniently didn’t mention Janzie’s presence on the team.

“In due time, Mister Jenkins. In due time” Mark spoke.

“Admiral. I don’t think i need to remind you that it is against protocol for a commanding officer, let alone a flag officer and a member of the admiralty to take an away team into hostile territory.”

“Mister Jenkins. 95% of away teams get sent into hostile territory. I am a StarFleet officer just like any other Starfleet officer on this ship.” Mark said. He’s always found that particular regulation a bit daft, although he understood why it was put in place.

"I'd rather have him leading a team I'm on than half the people I've been teamed up with in the past," Janzie commented from behind. Once she and Jeral had dropped their 'friend' off in the brig, Janzie had wanted to stall going to sickbay, so instead went in search of Leroy. It didn't surprise her one bit that he was quoting regulations at the Admiral. It was what he did best. At Leroy's glare she widened her eyes briefly in the equivlient of a shrug crossed with an apology. It was a compliment to the Admiral as well as a thanks of sorts, for accepting her offer to participate.

"Admiral," Janzie spoke in acknowledgement. To both men she stated why she had just intruded on a conversation that wasn't any of her business. "I just wanted to make sure neither of you needed me for anything or to have me do anything, before I get my once over from sickbay."

Mark nodded, thankful for the interruption from having to hear Leroy Jenkins quoting rules at him.

“No, I think we’re done here” Mark spoke. “Get some rest Ms Kyle. It’ll be a bit before our next stop” he said. “I’ll be in my ready room” he added as he headed off the bridge leaving Janzie on the bridge with Leroy.

Jenkins opened his mouth to object, a rule or a regulation on his lips as he watched Mark disappear into the ready room.

Janzie nodded, but sighed once the doors had closed. Resting wasn't exactly what she had in mind. She wasn't going to get back into good graces by resting. But the Admrial taking her along this time around was promising at least. "You should probably rest too," she said to Leroy with an impending smirk. "It's not everyday that one gets attacked and rendered unconscious by a mountain of PADDs. I could make you something to eat if you're hungry. My recipe list has expanded quite a bit. I could show the replicators a thing or two," she offered.

Leroy threw his ex a glare, but decided not to pursue that comment on the bridge. Instead, the man focused on the doors leading to the ready room and the Admiral behind the doors. He shook his head at the blatant disregard of regulations by a member of the admiralty then turned his attention towards Janzie.

"Sure. Show me what you got." he spoke, pointing ahead as he started for the turbolift.

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Petty Officer (Second Class) Leroy Jenkins
Admiral's Aide
USS Horizon

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Janzie

09-04-2008, 02:12

(part 2 and its a doosey...with no good place to cut.)

[[ Leroy Jenkins' Quarters ]]

Leroy moved aside to let Janzie enter first. As the lights kicked in, he winced at the stacks of PADDs littering his desk; most where now sorted in their proper categories, and he's made sure this time to not stack them too high. He still had the remnants of the headache from his earlier mishap with the PADDs, instinctively he rubbed at the side of his head where the PADD had connected with his skull.

Janzie raised an eyebrow at the newly rearranged stacks. As long as the Horizon wasn't drawn into any more fire fights she supposed they'd stay put this time. At least they weren't stacked quite as high. With a smirk, she shrugged her floor length leather coat that she was wearing off, having opted for actual replicated clothing since she had first set off on this reinstatement mission of hers, and laid it over a nearby chair. The motion of Leroy bringing his hand up to his head drew her attention from their surroundings and she wandered over to him. "Here, let me help," Janzie offered as she gestured for Leroy to sit in a near by chair. Her now bare arms, were poised in position, ready to message the headache away if Leroy would let her.

From he slight bump and discoloration, she guessed this particular headache was from the PADD incident earlier, though the Admiral (and probably her own comment) didn't help. When they had been married, more than once Leroy had started such a gesture from long days of reciting rules and regulations, some of which were...amended on the fly...as the Admiral had done. Janzie was all for rules and regulations. If they didn't exist, the galaxy would be in chaos. But...you can't possibly have a rule for every single situation, and so sometimes the ones that do exist get...tweaked. At least that was how she had come to see things. At the time she had been more sympathetic with Leroy's narrower view of things...but then her life had changed. "What are you in the mood for. spicy, flavorful, mild, exotic..."

Leroy took a seat, taking Janzie up on her offer. "I don't know" he responded, "I haven't really thought about dinner," he said gesturing at the PADDs with an arm. He tried not to think too much about things that didn't break protocol as often as it was broken here on this ship. "This ship is full of surprises" he noted, wondering how is it that Starfleet let the ship and most of the crew be without interfering with the operations for so long. His mind wandered over to Harmon and his taking over the ship following Jackie's resignation and the incident with Commander Chadwick. Leroy knew he was missing a major piece of the puzzle. "and mysteries" he added after a very long pause.

Janzie chuckled. "It does make things more interesting at least. Keeps the enemies guessing. Of which it seems some people on this ship have a few of. But you know, I doubt those bad guys would stop at who ever is on this ship. Their obsession would only be temporarily be satiated before they moved on to someone else, and people who would be ill prepared for what these guys are trying to accomplish. That the people on this ship are still here and keeping those enemies at bay...says a lot for the people here. But to do that, they need a bit of flexibility." She chuckled. "You'd think I was still Deborah Zel talking like that, Ms. Trill counselor and all."

Doing what she could for the time being for his headache, Janzie moved towards the replicator. "You've probably had enough adventure lately" she smiled with only a hint of sarcasm. We'll go mild with just a hint of exotic," she decided tapping away at the replicator console. A few moments later, a bluish sponge cake with small rounded purple fruit in an equally purple sauce appeared inside the alcove. "I tasted this in a restaurant on Timeria IV." She plucked a forkful from one edge of its rounded shape to sample. After pondering the replicators recreation of the taste she bobbed her head slightly. "It's not bad. More like a dessert than a meal, but since you don't seem overly hungery, might as well go for dessert then," she added with a smile. She offered the plate to Leroy, going back for her own plate.

"Sorry," Leroy spoke, "just distracted" he admitted staring into his plate for a moment. "I should've been following the admiral like a shadow; maybe then he wouldn't have gone into enemy territory." Jenkins said poking at his plate of food with a fork. "what if he would've gotten injured, or worse? Doesn't he, or, come to think of it , the majority of crew on this ship, realise that regulations are in place for a reason?" he asked out loud showing his frustration. He dove into his plate of food so as not to say anything he might regret.

"If it’s any consolation, I had offered to go in first, as a Nausicaan, and make the way safer for whoever he did send over. Figured in such a disguise I could have disabled half the ship before they noticed the team beaming in. Course most of it was in pieces before we got there anyway," she mused before she stuck a forkful into her mouth. "I didn't know until he followed me into the lift he was going too, or at least that he was serious about it."

"I know, I know, that doesn't make it any better. You didn't know I wasgoing over either," Janzie countered the argument that Leroy was about to make. "I'm not the wide-eyed, naive little cadet any more Leroy. I can take care of myself and a few others, when push comes to shove. Saved my second Krezek in as many away missions in fact. No hull breeches this time thankfully." Another forkful of food went into her mouth. "At least not where we were...But the Admiral is no duff. He's is darn good shape for a human his age."

"It is not his shape I'm worried about" Leroy spoke, "And I know you can take care of yourself" he added, "and then some. Although you should be careful about your....special talents" he noted, "there are still people in the fleet, in high positions at that, who think a shapeshifter is a big liability instead of help." he said , "plus there's still a matter of your past record." he added, but refrained adding 'and us' outloud, he was still a bit miffed about how the two 'went their separate ways' Not that he was ever a good husband, he had to admit that; but it hurt him that she didn't trust him enough to at least tell the truth back then. "What happened out there?" he asked about the away mission, switching gears instead as he chased away the impending gloom.

"Not much to tell," Janzie answered with a slight frown at Leroy's resistance to speak what he was really thinking, but then again, did she deserve that and/or was she part of the cause as he seemed to bring up frequently in one form or another. "We boarded and made our way to the bridge. We met some resistance and got separated. By the time Jeral and I made it to the bridge, the Admiral had everything under control. We brought the ship's captain back here, and that was it." What Leroy did say was still rolling around in her head. "So if you aren't worried about the Admiral's shape, what *are* you worried about with him?"

Leroy blinked and gave Janzie a look as if the question she asked had an obvious logical answer.

"He is the Commanding Officer of the ship. As per Starfleet regulations a CO is not allowed to lead an away team into hostile territory. Being an Admiral makes him a prominent....target; if he were to fall into enemy hands, or worse." Leroy said, " there are all sorts of things an Admiral knows. If a member of the Admiralty was to fall into enemy hands, " he left it at that. When it came to Admiral Harmon, Jenkins still wasn't sure what brought the man to the Horizon and what the Admiral knew and dealt with; most information Jenkins got to deal with for the Admiral was marked for Harmon's eyes only. Jenkins had worked for a number of Admirals throughout his career and they all had their 'secrets', but by far, Mark Harmon was the most mysterious so far. Next to Clawson anyway, or so Leroy figured. He frowned at the thoughts in his head.

"Leroy, I am pretty sure the Horizon was a target *because* he is who he is, and because Jackie is who she is and because of whoever sent those guys after this ship. Of anyone on this ship to lead a team into hostile territory, its probably going to be one of them, but they couldn't spend the time it would take to tell someone else everything they need to know with out putting that person at risk, and the Admiral wasn't going to let Jackie go over," Janzie pointed out. "But your point about him falling into enemy hands with what he knows is a point taken. Yet, i'm pretty sure he knew that too and it was a risk he was willing to take." Janzie shrugged. "It doesn't make it right according to the rules, but it happened and he came back in one piece. So you can go right back to shoveling all those reports around on your desk for him with out any worry...well as much worry at any rate," she finished lightly, pointing a forkful of food at Leroy before putting it into her mouth and savoring it.

"Uh-huh, it's likely they wouldn't be chased all across the galaxy by pirates, Romulans and what have you if they actually followed the rules early on in their careers in the first place." Leroy pointed out after chewing on his food for a bit. "rules and regulations are there for a reason. if everyone follows them, and tells the truth. things would be much easier." he added, "The Admiral might not get so lucky next time. " Leroy spoke.

"Do you know that for sure?" Janzie questioned. "I mean, what if following the rules is what got them this attention in the first place. Romulans and pirates, and the 'what have you's' don't exactly follow Starfleet regulations either you know." Janzie's shoulders rose and fell in a shrug. "As for telling the truth, that isn't always possible either, though it probably would have saved me my current troubles, cause I probably wouldn't have even been let into the academy in the first place." It was a sobering thought.

"Oh please!" Leroy rolled his eyes, " have you *seen* either of their records? you know how the Caitian acted when she was in command, and youv'e seen how the Admiral acts now. there are two types of people in Starfleet, those who follow the rules and those who don't. Jackie Clawson and Admiral Harmon clearly belong in the latter category." the Aide spoke. "an the truth bit, i didn't mean you," Leroy said, "but now that you mention it. You could've at least told me then. Don't you think i would've tried doing something to help you out ?" he queried, his voice cracking with emotion. Jenkins paused, cleared his throat, "food's a tad spicy for me, perhaps" he spoke trying to cover up for his slip. At least he stopped himself on time before his next line slipped out.

Janzie fought the urge to literally shrink and become the child she felt like at that moment. Instead she played with the food she had somewhat lost an appitite for. "Everybody makes mistakes Leroy." A bit of an understatement for those being the topic of discussion perhaps, but it was still a valid statement. "What is important is what happens now. I can't go and change the choices I made any more than the Admirals can go back and change theirs." She tentatively looked up at Leroy again, but quickly diverted her eyes back to her food. "As for the future, yes rules are necessary and in most cases life saving, so should be followed. But sometimes people have to think out side the box...make *new* rules...because you can't make a rule to fit every situation. It's impossible."

"Yes, but see, my point. if you, and it's a generic you, followed the rules the first time, you wouldn't be in the mess later on down the line" he spoke gesturing with a fork. "people can't just make rules that would suit them left and right; it'll be a mess." he said, "and thinking outside the box, good idea, but doesn't always work." he added. "And The Admiral thinks outside the box, otherwise none of the civilian personnel would be allowed on the ship, let alone go on away missions" he pointedly looked at Janzie, "whilst it's a good idea, there are limits to how often and in what situations you can think outside the box"

Janzie just sighed and shook her head. He wouldn't understand. She wasn't sure he *could* understand. Not for a lack of intelligence of course, just that he was hardwired not to it seemed. "Eat your food Leroy," she encouraged, dropping the subject. "It only get's spicier the longer it sits."

TBC

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Petty Officer (Second Class) Leroy Jenkins
Admiral's Aide
USS Horizon

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Janzie

09-16-2008, 03:01

[[ USS Horizon -- Leroy Jenkins' quarters]]

The two sat in silence for what seemed like hours. Leroy poked the plate with a fork as he pondered his thoughts.

"Look." he began, "I ah..." he stammered driving his fork into the plate in slight frustration. "you..." he paused, searching for words.
"we...always seem to end up.. fighting" he finally said ,then winced inwardly at the choice of words, but there's no way to take them back now. "er..."

Janzie didn't look up right away, but the corners of her mouth raised up in a smile. "Isn't that what human couples do?" she asked raising twinkling eyes to look at Leroy. "Besides, its not a bad thing to fight. Life would be pretty boring if everyone agreed all the time. As long as we don't let it get between us, and I wouldn't recommend it resorting to physical weaponry, that's all that matters."

Finally bringing her head up to look at Leroy directly again, Janzie chuckled at how silly this was about to sound: "So other than the padd incident, how was *your* day?" she asked.

Leroy tossed her a look of mixed emotion, he was not aware they were a couple, well not exactly..

"Busy as usual; the Admiral might not be one to follow rules strictly, but he sure follows his PADD-work through." he spoke, "maybe I don't get sent away on away missions, but my job could be just as dangerous, especially on this ship" he said, "how long have you been here? In that short amount of time the Horizon in essence lost two COs under rather questionable circumstances" he spoke shaking his head; he still didn't have the full story there and a part of him was sure he never would get the full story for one reason or another.

"I know being on the ship can be dangerous," Janzie countered. "I never meant to imply that it wasn't. I don't go on away missions to find someway to get myself into danger," she added a little defensively. "As for why Jackie isn't the CO any more, you'd no more about that than I, which I'm guessing isn't much. Chadwick...even being there I can't explain it. But I got the distinct impression that Bryan did. Though at times I think he was just winging it too." Janzie shrugged. In any case, is that really our concern. We follow who's in charge."

She stood and collected her empty plate. "I should probably go. I'm sure you and your PADDs have better things to do than chat with your ex anyway." She made her way to Leroy's side of the table and offered to recycle his plate along with her own by holding out her hand. "But if there is anything I can do to help you out. It's not like I have a duty station just yet, so my time is up for grabs on whoever needs some extra hands. So if you've got something other than 'for the Admiral's eyes only'type stuff to do maybe I can help some time," she offered.

"Well. I don't mind the company, really" Leroy admitted, "it's not like the PADDs talk back to you" he said. He looked over at Janzie, for a long moment not saying anything, "I'm sure you could use some rest and a bit of a breather after your away mission" he spoke, "there's always the holodeck, i still have some of my old programs that we can use; if you'd like to...er...that is, if you want to." he added.

"You still have some of those?" Janzie replied chuckling. Not that any of them were particularly humorous per say, but a few she remembered weren't what most people would imagine Leroy would be interested in, if she was remembering the programs correctly. "I did manage to talk you into going into them a once in a while. Practically had to drag you there occasionally, but I'd like to think you enjoyed them once I got you there...most of the time." Admittedly she may have gotten a little carried away in the water/pool themed ones a few too many times. She ducked her head as a grin crossed her face. "But sure. A little time in a holodeck could be fun. Even if it is with your ex." Janzie stuck her tongue out briefly at Leroy. Even now he was being more serious than anyone should be.

"Hey! Fishing was relaxing" Leroy retorted, "until the wife sneaks up and pushes you into the lake and thus scares off all the fish." he made a face, he now knew she did that just to help him relax and unwind, but if she'd only told him then instead of just doing it. "Yeah, I still have them, although I've not had a lot of time to use most of them; especially anything water related after you've disappeared" he said. "You wanna go now? if engineering has restored all systems, that is" he added as an afterthought to his invitation, part of him wishing he didn't jump the gun so quick and let his mouth do the talking before he'd had a chance to think it through.

Janzie blushed a little. Of course he had to remember THAT one. She smiled at his invitation. "Sounds like fun. If I can get you to relax, the Admiral might thank me," she teased. "I'll be good and not toss you in the drink this time...I promise." She brought both hands up to show she wasn't crossing anything behind her back. "Should I wear anything special? And do I have to replicate it?" she asked out of curiosity. "Cause I was kind of thinking something with...shells...and maybe a tail..." Janzie stuck her tongue out. She could have had so much more fun with Leroy back then if he had known what she was capable of, and him with her of course. "Or, I suppose something about chest height and rubber would probably work too. Though not nearly as flattering."

Leroy raised an eyebrow at Janzie's remarks. He wasn't sure how to respond to that. "Why ah.... what...what do you have in mind, exactly?" he asked, half confused about what she meant, for a moment forgetting she wasn't really human.

"And I am relaxed" he spoke, "why do you think I am not relaxed?" he almost sounded offended at her remark. Almost.

"Mermaid?" Janzie replied answering her own riddle, but shook her head in a chuckle. "But just sitting back in a boat drinking fruity beverages in a bikini and watching a bobber float on top of the water doesn't sound half bad though," she added thoughtfully. "As for you being not relaxed, the fact that I've been in your quarters for how long today and the conversation has by in large circled around the Admirals, the ship in general, and that you hardly ate,...I don't know WHY I would think you're not relaxed..." she teased. "Let's go, before those PADDs start calling your name."

Leroy stared at the woman as if she was abnormal, but then who on this ship wasn't, he had to wonder.... "My PADDs don't refer to me by name" he said as Janzie dragged him out of his quarters.

A smirk crossed the Chameloid’s face. “Humans,” Janzie muttered shaking her head as they left.

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Petty Officer (Second Class) Leroy Jenkins
Admiral's Aide
USS Horizon

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Veska

09-16-2008, 03:15

[[Horizon - Sickbay:]]

QaDghab had made it through the surgery, though any strength he had remaining before it was pretty much gone at the moment. The pain and blood loss having drained him. He found himself laying still on the bed, his mind in a haze and very alone. The shocks where gone, as were the spasms. He was glad of that, though it nearly could of killed him that last shock before the device was fully removed. He wondered where the Qel and Bettina were. He needed something to keep him from slipping. He was an old man with years of anguish that haunted the back of his mind. He would hate to waste the Qel's skills only to desire an end. He breathed deeply, but not to deeply, wishing he could speak.

Veska re-entered the room to check on QaDghab. The surgery had gone well, minus the devises attempt to get one last shock in before its removal. She had made some notes in his file about possible solutions to his vocal difficulties but it would ultimately be up to him what he wanted to do. Klingons varied widely in her experience about implants and surgeries that altered their 'badges of battle' and the next step had to be his. Both literally and figuratively she realized. Being that he wasn't on the ship's current manifest, he hadn't been assigned quarters, though Veska was sure they had ones available. She did let security know he was here at least. Ops and the XO would be next in line if security didn't say something to them already. "How are you doing QaDghab?" Veska asked as she approached the elder Klingon.

QaDghab turned his head slightly to look at her. The scarring on his neck becoming hidden a moment in the folds of skin. "Tired. Can't think. Alone." He mouth formed, he tried a moment to sit up but didn't fully before falling back. He was in pain as well and that was obvious from his reaction when he tried to move. But it was not as painful as when he had the device in him.

Veska frowned at the rate of his healing, but Klingons were unique between how much they wanted healed for them and how much should heal on its own. She produced a large canister from behind her, something she thought might help, though many of the staff would think it counter intuitive, especially given how he was found. “Here,” she said placing the canister next to the bed and moving to help him sit up right. “It may not be a nice mug, but I can assure you that the original container is as it should be. I can bring you more later, but this should help the healing process I would think.” Once QaDghab was sitting upright, she handed the canister of bloodwine to him. “Once you are rested, are you planning to stay on board? Admiral Harmon and Captain Cash will want to know. And we’ll need to get you some quarters.”

QaDghab nodded, his mouth silently forming the words as he tried to speak. "I stay if can." He said simply. He wanted to be there whenever Bettina had her child. Plus he had friends here. He leaned slightly on the table next to the bed as he took the container and took a few drinks.

Veska nodded. “I will add that to the list. I’ve been working on some possible options for your voice. But it will likely involve an implant. With Federation technology, any device we come up with will be quite small and hardly noticeable, but it will be an implant none-the-less. At least this time it would be put in by your choice,” Veska noted. “If you want an implant of course.” She gave QaDghab a smile. “You rest. When you are stronger, we will find you quarters and get you settled in. In the meantime, I am acting Qel on this ship, and do have patients to attend to. I will check in on you frequently though. I am sure once the word spreads that you are here, you will have lots of visitors to keep you company.” She paused for a moment as she considered something. “If your fingers can move quickly enough, I could get you a PADD to make it easier to communicate until we work out something for your voice?”

QaDghab nodded somewhat eagerly. He needed an easier way of talking. Not everyone could read lips. "Implant fine, just want speak." His lips read. He took another drink and then started to turn to lay down for rest. He didn't turn well enough though and started to tip off the other side of the bed headfirst.

Bettina had just come in after cleaning Qa'Dghab's armor, then the bathroom, then herself, and as she entered Sickbay, she saw him tumbling over the table and ran forward to catch him, grabbing for his shoulders. While she managed to grab hold of him, she couldn't stop his fall, she managed to control it, collapsing under him, cushioning his fall...unfortunately on her abdomen.

Gasping, she struggled away from him then curled into a ball, clutching her belly as tears sprang to her eyes...

Veska had nodded as Bettina came through the door just before she moved to exit the room. But as she passed through the open door, she heard the woman gasp. Turning mid stride, the half Klingon saw what the aftermath was, though how exactly it happened was beyond her. QaDghab appeared to be leaning on Bettina as if he had been falling off the far side of the bed that did not have the table she had just left QaDghab leaning against.

Moving quickly, as Bettina was clearly in pain, she hoisted the full Klingon off the human woman. With a flick of the wrist, she flipped open the medical tricorder that had appeared in her hand from its location in her belt, and began to scan where Bettina was holding her abdomen. “Let’s sit you down,” Veska said gently as she helped Bettina ease into one of the chairs present in the room. “Everything will be fine,’ she assured Bettina as she brought the probe out for a more detailed scan.

QaDghab took a moment for the jarring to his head to clear up before he realized what happened and became alarmed. He struggled to get up. His concern for her strong enough for him to forget and ignore the pain in his torso as he slowly pulled himself up and stumbled towards them. He landed at her feet on his knees and touched her belly. Looking at Veska in way to ask if she and the child would be ok.

"I'm fine..." Still holding her stomach, more from surprise than anything, Bettina let Veska help her to a chair. "Really, Qa'Dghab..." Taking his hand, she squeezed it as she rested back to let Veska do a scan. "It was an accident..."

Veska turned sharply to QaDghab. “Do I have to restrain you to that bed? I’d swear you are trying to die a weak, hapless…being, rather than getting healthy again so you could go out like a Klingon warrior is supposed to,” she said angrily. She tapped her comm. badge to get assistance in returning QaDghab back into his bed.

With a sigh, Veska realized she may have been a bit harsh. “She will be fine,” she said to QaDghab in a more gentle voice as she put the probe back into its cradle on the tricorder. “But *you* need to let your body heal as it’s supposed to before you start doing anything other than lay still.” Turning back to Bettina for a moment, Veska motioned for her to just sit still for a moment while she made sure QaDghab hadn’t just set his recovery back more than just a few hours by his acrobatics.

Superficially it seemed ok, but she ran a deep tissue regenerator over a few areas that had been weakened by his fall and then crawl. “You were lucky this time QaDghab. Both you and Bettina’s child escaped any real harm because of your clumsiness. But next time that may not be the case. You need to be more careful and aware that you are not as young and coordinated as you used to be.”

QaDghab nodded slowly, his blind side of face twitching slightly as his good eye blinked back a headache. The twitching and headache were common for him though since the removal of the implant that had been in his brain. He patted Veska's shoulder roughly in thanks. She reminded him of someone a bit, perhaps because of her mixed blood. "My puqbe'..." His lips formed as he tried to look around. He wasn't sure if his memory was correct in thinking she had left the Horizon.

"I'm sure your puqbe' would be equally frustrated with you too," Veska scolded gently. Now stay in this bed or I'll sedate you next time," she warned. "I don't want to see you do anything but get well enough to walk out of here under your own power and stay that way. THEN we'll see about quarters." Turning back to a calmer Bettina, Veska approached her and crouched down. "Are you feeling better? I can get you something if you're still sore. What you experienced was exaggerated by the quickness it happened and maybe a little extra tenderness that has probably complicated all kinds of things you're used to doing. It will disappear before you know it," Veska assured her.

"I'm okay." Bettina smiled, rubbing her belly. "Little Bryan Jr. may not agree. He's pretty active." Laughing, she raised her shirt to show the swell in her belly, and the form of the squirming mass beneath. "I think he doesn't want to wait to get out like he should!" she laughed.

QaDghab grunted, "I can walk. Just not very Steady." He admitted as he reached over and grabbed the container of bloodwine, drinking deeply a bit. He then looked over at them. Two attractive be'. "I must be very fortunate to have such lovely be' with me." He chuckled.

Veska just shook her head, but a subtle smirk was present on her face. "Unless you two plan to collide once again, which would warrant me tying him into that bed, I have other patients to attend to," Veska stated as she stood back up and looked between the other two in the room.

QaDghab growled unhappily at having to stay here. Though he looked to Bettina, "Can I get something to eat?" He asked. He was starting to get tired, but he was hungry too.

“When you can walk on your own, and steadily,” Veska answered, “then you can eat. Otherwise it is too soon after surgery. You’d just throw it back up again otherwise.” She pocketed her medical tricorder and took one last look around the room. “I’ll be back to check on you later,” she said to QaDghab as she started for the door. “My reports won’t write themselves and with out a CMO at the moment, I need to make rounds.”

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PO1 Bettina Cash
Litter Box 1 maintenance

QaDghab
TBD

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Kayvin Jal

09-18-2008, 08:46

"How can I help you, ma'am?" Kayvin asked, seeing the female Caitian
enter her lounge.

"Give me something herbal. please" the Caitian spoke. "if you have
anything that is" she added after a brief pause, fully aware that
lounge mostly served alcoholic drinks, herbs might be something harder
to acquire.

"It'll be replicated, you have any preference, the replicator doesn't
respond well to 'something herbal'," Kayvin mused.

"Oh?" Jackie spoke, "what have you got that's not replicated and non
alcoholic?" she asked. She realised her craving for non replicated
food was probably the result of her pregnancy, just like it had been
the last time; at least she didn't crave anything specific just yet.

"Ummm... I have some fruit punch I usually mix with other stuff,"
Kayvin replied, "It's alright on it's own."

"All right. I'll have that then" Jackie spoke, "I'll have a word with
the Admiral, see if we can stop over somewhere where you can restock.
if you want that is" jackie added.

"It's just unusual to get non-alcoholic requests here," Kayvin
replied, pulling out two glasses out and filling both of them. She
handed one to the Caitian, "So, what's new?"

Jackie took the glass offered to her, "Thanks. I don't normally take
well to alcohol" she said, "well except blood wine." Jackie added
almost as an afterthought. "but drinking either, wouldn't be good
idea for me right now" she said, not quite sure how to answer the
Trill's 'so what's new?' question, considering the latest events.

"Bloodwine?" Kayvin shuddered slightly, the stuff was... distinct
enough, that she remembered Toran's experiences with it, even though
that was almost three hundred years ago

Jackie nodded, "yeah. the Klingon Bloodwine." she said, "funny that.
most other alcohol goes right through to my head." she said, not that
she drunk that much non Klingon alcohol in a long while. She frowned,
staring into her glass chasing away the negative and depressing
thoughts threatening to engulf her mind; she took a drink from the
glass almost wishing it could be something stronger than just fruit
punch.

Kayvin took a sip of the fruit punch. It really wasn't that bad on
its own, as long as you didn't mind remaining perfectly sober. She
could tell the Caitian's mind was occupied, but she wasn't doing the
greatest job at expressing things. "Look, my job is to serve drinks,
and hear your troubles. I'm over three hundred years old, I can
handle it."

Jackie almost smiled at the remark.

"Knew there was a reason I didn't come down here when i was in command
of the ship," she spoke in an even tone. The Caitian took another
taste of the drink whilst keeping one hand on her stomach. "No
offence" she added, "I'm not one to talk much about my...troubles"
she admitted. "I'm sure you, or one of your previous hosts has met a
few people like that. Hopefully none of your symbiont's previous hosts
were counsellors at the time," she added, well aware that she drove
more than her share of counsellors bonkers in her career.

"No, no counselors," she replied, "So... You were in command of the
ship?" Of course she knew these sorts of things by now, but getting
someone talking about the basics might lead to further discussion.

Jackie nodded then locked her eyes onto her glass and swirled the
punch around in there before saying anything else.

"Most joined Trill I've met, have at least had one host who was a
counsellor. What's your...background?" she spoke, changing the focus
of the conversation from herself.

"Me?" she asked, "It's... a very long story, most of which I don't
even remember." She laughed slightly, "Most of it's like trying to
remember what happened to you when you were a baby. Though other
parts are clear as yesterday."

Sometimes trying to remember wasn't the problem, trying to forget or
not to remember is, but Jackie smirked despite the thought that
appeared in her mind, "Nice analogy," she spoke. "I got time, if you
care to share," she said with a light shrug, it wasn't a if the
Caitian was in charge of anything aboard the ship now; she just sort
of...was. And sometimes that made her uneasy especially given the
recent events; part of her wanted to go back to SF perhaps, another
part just wanted to hide from all those hunting her, at least until
she's had the baby.

Kayvin smiled, "I'm not here to talk about me."

"Fair enough" Jackie spoke idly twirling her drink around in her glass.

Kayvin was not fairing well, her job was to keep people talking while
they were here. "When is the baby due?" she spoke up.

Jackie swallowed the rest of her drink before replying. "a couple of
months" she responded her voice cracking briefly, she cleared her
throat. "sorry, can I get some water?" she asked covering up for her
slip up.

"Sure," Kayvin replied, grabbing a cup and filling it, "This your first?"

Jackie nodded her thanks as the woman filled the cup with water. The
look of pain and sadness on the Caitian's face was quickly replaced by
the smirk. "No" she said, but didn't elaborate as she sunk a claw deep
into her thigh out of sight, forcing her mind to focus on the new pain
instead of her past.

"Kids are fun, once you get past the whole child-birthing part," she
stated, the fact that the Caitian didn't want to talk about her previous
experience was obvious.

The Caitian shrugged, a quick wince passing through her features as she
yanked the claw out, the sting of the pain letting her know of its
existence.

"Yea...no" she spoke taking in a breath. "Depends on where you are I
guess." she added, "Have you got children?" she asked rubbing at the blood
slowly seeping out of the small wound she just created.

"Not yet, this time around, at least," Kayvin replied, "Kinda alone, you know."

Jackie nodded, 'Aren't we all?' she thought to herself closing her eyes at the thought.

"So what sort of a job did you do before? or were you a bartender from the getgo?" she asked, changing the subject.

"Ensign Kayvin Jal, Starfleet... formerly, anyways," Kayvin responded.

"Resigned or...well other circumstances?" the Caitian asked, "which department where you in?"

"I can't really divulge that," she replied, "But I served in the Operations department."

Jackie smirked slightly; "from Ops to the lounge. Hell of a change" she said, although, she thought not too strange for the Horizon considering Cash's past. She still had a hard time getting her head around where he came from. "you like it here, on the ship?" she asked.

"Have to keep things varied, you know, a Trill can get bored easily," Kayvin replied, shrugging it off. "It's alright. Place to be, something to do.
"Yeah, so can some Caitians" Jackie said, "Although" she shrugged, "you'll probably be getting lots more people down here now that no one's firing at us" she said.

"Hope there isn't too many at a time," Kayvin replied, "Still learning this whole deal. Signed up originally as a waitress, you know." She lifted up her PADD, showing off the book on mixing drinks it contained.

"Yeah. circumstances can do that." Jackie said, "I'd help, but this sort of thing isn't my forte." she said, "at the very least" she added, certain there were more reasons, especially when her hormones kick in or she'd have one of her....moments.

"I'll get the hang of it sooner or later," she shrugged.

"I'm sure." the Caitian responded, she lifted up the glass, "I'll let you get back to work. Thanks for the drink and the chat." she said.

Bryan_Cash

10-04-2008, 02:58

[Bridge Horizon]

Cash sat and studied the medical and counselor reports coming in. Lots of fatigue and stress. The entire crew was wound up like a watch ready to bust it's springs. Setting the stack of padds to one side he leaned over and brought up a navigational charter on the center display.

There where a few systems about a week away that would serve for the usual places for R&R. He didn't figure the crew could wait that long to get some relaxation in. Flipping through the charts he stopped on a system that he remembered from his days on the Cario. Bringing up the chart there fourth planet popped into his head.

As he remembered it was very earth like almost.... to earth like. Various geographic areas like mountains plains and coastal areas to appeal to everyone. That being decided he downloaded it into a padd and went off to see the Admiral.

Mark Harmon

10-06-2008, 07:22

[[USS Horizon -- CO's Ready Room]]

Mark rubbed at the bridge of his nose. Taking in a breath, the Admiral flipped over to yet another report on screen. This wasn't going too well. At least their prisoner was secure and his crew were safe; they'd not lost anyone this time around, but there were plenty of injuries. it was clear the crew needed a break after they'd drop off their prisoner.

At the thought of the pirate, Mark took in a breath, his body was still aching from his run in with the pirates; for now he chose to ignore it and wash it down with a cup of coffee. This, like most all will pass.

Mark looked up from the screen as another thought popped into his head. he had to make sure the RnR was really an RnR, far away from all sorts of action. far away from any prying eyes and any people who might want to get their hands on anynody on this ship. he's not been aboard too long, but Mark knew the history of the Horizon. This crew needed a break.

The Admiral was staring at the screen in front of him, lost in deep thought when the chime rang.

"Come." he responded blinking off the onset of uneasiness and tiredness.

OFF:
tag Cash.

Grenn

10-06-2008, 07:57

[Horizon - J'al's Quarters]

After a long mission, J'al came back to his quarters for the first time in 32 hours. He gave his neck a rub. All that leaning around at the helm console was giving him a dull ache back there.

He deposited his uniform in the bin for cleaning. He'd run it though the sonic wash later. Not that it was that labor intensive, but he wasn't in the mood. Donning only a pair of shorts, he almost fell into his bed face down and didn't even bother with a blanket. The enviroment in the ship was just about perfect, and having a built in blanket made them largely decorative anyway.

[11 hours later]

Sometimes it was good to be the department head. The support helm staff covered all the shifts on the bridge while J'al caught up on his sleep. Finally stirring enough to be considered awake, he rolled onto his back and stretched out, letting out a yawn.

He rolled out of bed and trudged into the main area.

"Tea. Rr'is Lrr'a blend." he ordered form the replicator. It was a traditional breakfast drink, much like orange juice on Earth. Downing it, he recycled the glass back to the replicator and grabbed a shirt off the rack in his closet. There was no need for a uniform just yet. He tossed it back over his shoulder, exiting his quarters and heading over to the officers' gym on the same deck.

Since only very few support personell came to Deck 3 and the rest of the people here were senior officers, he wasn't that concerned that the only thing he was wearing was a pair of shorts with a shirt flung over a shoulder. All he wanted to do was get a little exercise and relax.

OFF: Always wanted to run around the ship indecently. Hahaha.

QaDghab

10-10-2008, 05:32

QaDghab had fallen asleep and slept for a while. His body resting and recovering from the surgery and the lack of nutrition he had when he arrived. He was glad to have that thing out of him. Though he still wondered why he couldn't remember it being put in him.

He slept for several hours before awakening suddenly from a nightmare, breathing heavily. He was alone and the room was dark. He shifted, still some pain but not as much, he was feeling stronger as well.

Calming his breathing he made small grunt as he slipped off the bed, not even aware he was not properly dressed as he stumbled out the doors and out of medical. He was hungry and thirsty. He tried to remember where he needed to go as he headed down the hall.

Several turns and glares later he burst into the lounge, going directly towards the food and drink and diving in to get it himself ignoring any objections.

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Bettina Cash

10-11-2008, 21:12

~Officer's Gym

He tossed it back over his shoulder, exiting his quarters and heading over to the officers' gym on the same deck.

Since only very few support personell came to Deck 3 and the rest of the people here were senior officers, he wasn't that concerned that the only thing he was wearing was a pair of shorts with a shirt flung over a shoulder. All he wanted to do was get a little exercise and relax.

While she wasn't an officer, Bettina had on occasion sneaked into the officer's gym when it wasn't being used, to do workouts to ease the symptoms of her pregnancy. And mostly she got away with it because of her relationship with Bryan and Jackie.

Today was another day like that, she was in a corner, quietly lifting weights when the door opened. Looking up, she stood, setting the weight aside. "Um, sorry, I'm just leaving," she murmured, then she noticed that it was J'al.

"Oh, um, hi, Sir. You look....handsome." She grinned, her cheeks touched with red. "I'm heading out. I didn't mean to disturb anyone."

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Bryan_Cash

10-12-2008, 13:34

[[USS Horizon -- CO's Ready Room]]

Cash entered and spotted the Admiral sitting behind the desk. Looking just about as good as the rest of the crew. Bryan himself had stood up better to everything with the baku serum coursing through his blood. He approached and took a seat when the admiral offered.

Bryan studied the admiral for a bit and then frowned.

"You look about as good as the rest of the crew." He tossed the padd on the admiral desk. It contained a summary of the doctors reports on crew stress levels and exhaustion as well as bryan's directions to that planet so much like earth.

"I was thinking we all could use a little R&R." Bryan smiled and didn't let the admiral get in a single word.

"I took the liberty of taking the Horizon off the radar so to speak and we should have a good solid week before we have to be anywhere." He leaned back in the chair and frowned again at the admiral.

"On this i'm not taking no for an answer....everyone needs this...even you sir."

Mark Harmon

10-14-2008, 19:09

"I know," Mark spoke with a slight smirk as he reached for the PADD Bryan tossed over. Although Jackie didn't tell him much, she did mention that Bryan was a great addition to the crew of the Horizon. Even as a civilian he seemed to be involved with the ship's operations quite a bit; but then now, there were quite a few civilians aboard now and they were an integral part of the crew and away missions.

"You don't, by any chance read minds do you?" he asked as he glanced at the PADD and then at his screen which listed a number of peaceful planets one could easily land a ship the size of the Horizon and enjoy some peace and quiet for a while.

"After we drop off Sorak, I'm authorizing a two week R&R for the whole crew" Mark said, "been looking for a safe planet, away from.... prying eyes and people trying to kill any of the crew." he said, "it'd definitely be better for Mrs Cash and Jackie considering their condition," he said.

Mark held up the PADD Bryan had given him, "y'know. I'm not surprised at the medical reports," he added, "this ship..." he shook his head, "been a rough year for everybody." he said letting out a breath.

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sorry for the delay, got swarmed with RL stuff. Uni asked me to do a video report and a news story on a golf game that they're sponsoring, this Thursday, been doing background research, meeting with camera folks and getting scripts together for Thursday, plus trying to get all my assignments due this week done and submitted before Thursday since i'll be on location all day and can't submit 'em by the Thursday deadline. end of the week, too many things happening. but...... my first on location report/video story, before we even do any of that stuff in class a semester or two from now. :D

Bryan_Cash

10-21-2008, 13:30

[[USS Horizon -- CO's Ready Room]]

Cash grinned and shook his head yes. "Yeah it has.....at least some of us got to skip over most of it." He winked at the admiral and chuckled.

"Probably why i look so good and you look like crap.......sir." Standing he held the orders in his hand.

"Will that be all sir? I'll get us on course asap then." He waited for an answer.

Mark Harmon

10-22-2008, 21:29

Mark smirked at the other man's words. "Everyone's got their secrets" he said with a smirk.

"Get our pirate....friend dropped off first, then R&R. " He added as he stood up.

"Inform helm of the course updates, and go take some time off. Spend sometime in the holodeck with the Mrs, perhaps." Mark smiled, "get the ship back to normal. or as close as it could be" he added, thinking over it for a moment. He took in a deep breath glancing out at the flashing stars outside that indicated the ship was at warp speed.

He turned around, looking at Cash before the other man left the ready room.

"Thank You, Captain Cash," he said with a nod.

Veska

10-23-2008, 03:08

[[Horizon - Sickbay Office]]

There was a sheepish knock in the inside of the office doorframe. Veska released a sigh before even looking up. Such a tentative attempt at attention did not bode well for what was about to either be asked of her or her made aware of. “Spit it out. And if I hear one overly long pause, you are cleaning all the medical equipment within a micron of their lives with the smallest piece of sanitizing equipment I can find.”

The ensign’s eyes widened, but he sucked in his chest and moved to stand confidently (for the most part) in front of the desk. “QaDghab is gone ma’am.”

Veska’s shoulders sank and her eyes rolled upwards before settling back on the ensign. She had gotten just what she’d asked for. “Whoever was supposed to be keeping an eye on him, just got the sanitizer task,” she said flatly watching the young man in front of her to see if he flinched, but he did not. She did note a hint of gloating, meaning he knew who the ‘lucky’ receiver of her punishment was however. So QaDghab had ‘escaped,’ now the question was what to do about it.

If no one had reported him passed out in a corridor or in a turbolift somewhere, in theory he was able to move around and be dismissed anyway, though she had gotten busy with other work and had yet to contact the CO or XO about him and where to put him. “I better inform the bridge he’s on the loose,” Veska commented. When the ensign didn’t rush off to dole out her assigned chore, she cautiously looked at him again and raised an eyebrow to prompt the ‘rest of the story.’ “And?”

“We may want to mention him to security as well,” the ensign voiced. At Veska’s eyebrow arching higher he coughed and continued. “He’s probably still wearing his sickbay gown.”

Veska groaned. At least he wasn’t naked. That was not a mental image she needed at the moment. She raised an arm to point the direction out of her office while shaking her head. It was both sad that a man who was probably quite highly regarded in his younger years did such things, but at least this was a Federation ship were it could be considered a mild and temporary disturbance and not have him hauled off to an institution to die in a cell somewhere, a dishonorable death by anyone’s standards.

Before she was distracted by her work again, Veska composed a brief message to Admiral Harmon, Captain Cash, and Lieutenant Jeral Krezek about QaDghab’s appearance. To Captain Cash specifically she asked about having quarters assigned to him.

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QaDghab

10-29-2008, 04:56

QaDghab breathed heavily as he bent over digging behind the counter for food and drink, the gown open in the back and giving some new arrivals an unsightly sight. They quickly ducked back out of the room.

"Ensign Jones to Admiral Harmon and Captain Cash. We have a Klingon intruder causing a disterbance in the Lounge. Should I call security?"

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Ensign Jones

Bryan_Cash

11-04-2008, 02:17

QaDghab

11-04-2008, 02:27

[Lounge Horizon]

Cash entered and saw immediately who security and the doctor had reported to him. How the heck had he gotten aboard without anyone knowing. chuckling to himself he just chocked it up to QaDghab being QaDghab. Smiling he waived off the guards and approached his friend.

"Well this certainly is surprising How the heck did you get here my friend?" Cash clapped the old klingon on the shoulder and sat down beside him.

QaDghab finally found the food and drink he was looking for even as security and then his friend Cash came in. He grinned a Klingon grin as he grabbed Cash and slapped him on the back in a bear hug a warrior would give his brother. He didn't care of course that his gown showed his rear end to everyone else. He stepped back finally and motioned to the scar on his throat. "Voice gone." His mouth read. His vocal cords had long since been damaged to point of being unrecoverable after the fight at the tourney that left him with a bypass for several days.

He sat the food and drink down on the table and motioned for him to have some as well.

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Bryan_Cash

11-08-2008, 13:37

[Lounge Horizon]

QaDghab finally found the food and drink he was looking for even as security and then his friend Cash came in. He grinned a Klingon grin as he grabbed Cash and slapped him on the back in a bear hug a warrior would give his brother. He didn't care of course that his gown showed his rear end to everyone else. He stepped back finally and motioned to the scar on his throat. "Voice gone." His mouth read. His vocal cords had long since been damaged to point of being unrecoverable after the fight at the tourney that left him with a bypass for several days.

He sat the food and drink down on the table and motioned for him to have some as well.

Cash sat and started to eat with his old klingon friend. He had looked better in the past cash had to admit. As he picked up a glass and took a drink he though abut finding QaDghab some quarters to stay in. By the looks of it he had already been to sickbay....

"I'll find you some quarters QaDghab....have you been to the sickbay yet?" He said pointing to the old klingons throat.

"They might be able to get something for you to help you talk." He took another drink and set the mug down again. He thought about calling Bett. She was always good at handling QaDghab.

=/\=Bryan to Bettina....want to come to the lounge for a few minutes.?=/\=

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QaDghab

11-08-2008, 13:48

Bettina Cash

11-13-2008, 07:18

~Lounge/Horizon

=/\=Bryan to Bettina....want to come to the lounge for a few minutes.?=/\=

=^=Sure, on my way.=^= Smiling at the thought of seeing Bryan. Circumstances had kept them apart for some time, despite being on the same ship. As quickly as she could, she made her way to the lounge, finding that she became more easily winded than she had in the past.

As she stepped into the room and looked around, her hand rested over her belly and she was panting. Then she spotted Bryan with QaDghab and crossed over to them. "Well, my two favorite gentlemen! And in one place." She kissed Bryan on the cheek, then settled on his lap. "So, what is the occasion?"

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QaDghab

Bryan_Cash

11-19-2008, 13:34

QaDghab

11-19-2008, 15:30

~Lounge/Horizon

"Well, my two favorite gentlemen! And in one place." She kissed Bryan on the cheek, then settled on his lap. "So, what is the occasion?"

Bryan smiled and rubbed his hand over her belly. "Well then that answers my first question. I guess you already knew QaDghab was aboard." Leaning forward he began to whisper in his ear.

"Is there anything you all down there can do for him? He looks worse then i've ever seen."

QaDghab seeing her realized the drink and food would not be good for her with the child. He got up and went to the counter again bending over to get it and unintentionally mooning them. Then he came back over to them and set the juice in front of her as well as a premade sandwich. Then just as he was turning to go back to his seat he woobled his insides hurting. He was't taking things as easy as he should. He gripped the table and used it for support as he moved and landed heavily in the seat. Looking at them his mouth once more formed silent words. "Not want to be stuck there, but need to speak."

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Bettina

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Bettina Cash

11-20-2008, 22:49

~Lounge/Horizon

Bryan smiled and rubbed his hand over her belly. "Well then that answers my first question. I guess you already knew QaDghab was aboard."

"Um, yes...I could smell him a long way off." She grinned. "As a matter of fact, it was Buster that sniffed him out!

Leaning forward he began to whisper in his ear. "Is there anything you all down there can do for him? He looks worse then i've ever seen."

"You should have seen him before," she whispered back. "He's getting better, it will just take some time. I'll see to it myself." After all, QaDghab held a special place in her heart.

QaDghab seeing her realized the drink and food would not be good for her with the child. He got up and went to the counter again bending over to get it and unintentionally mooning them. Then he came back over to them and set the juice in front of her as well as a premade sandwich. Then just as he was turning to go back to his seat he woobled his insides hurting. He was't taking things as easy as he should. He gripped the table and used it for support as he moved and landed heavily in the seat. Looking at them his mouth once more formed silent words. "Not want to be stuck there, but need to speak."

"Thank you." Bettina smiled at him. "You are taking good care of your godson, I see." Her smile widened to a grin. "Did you...um...feel a breeze on your backside? Didn't they make you proper clothes?" She started to giggle.

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QA'DGHAB

QaDghab

11-21-2008, 18:36

Jackie Clawson

11-22-2008, 14:45

[Security Office]

Having completed his "treatment" for the next twelve hours, Jeral had returned to do what he had come to find as a welcome respite from making war on the Universe, but it was a battle unto itself.

"What the Hell is a 'TPS report'?" Jeral mused, reading over the PADD. He placed his thumb on it for approval, then tossed it aside. Filing happened electronically, and really, he didn't know why all the flipping department heads decided to give him individual PADDs for everything.

One PADD per department should be the new policy, he mused...

He came to the next one, which was part of the incident report. It was the effect on the Caitian former Admiral, whom suffered a shock from the Nausegaan weaponry backfeeding through the system. Smiling, he looked up. "You. Petty Officer. Send out these PADDs... eject them out an airlock or whatever. Don't care at this point. But this large outbox... get rid of it."

"Sir!" came the replyu, but Jeral wasn't evennoticing the man. He was already on his way out the door to find the Caitian, PADD in hand.

[Lounge]

Jeral approached the lounge, nodding and smiling to the different crewmembers that he passed. He had to act a little PR-ish in his role, and he was getting used to the fact that he had to. The step back up to Chief of Security gave him a new perspective on life, since having to go through the "treatment" thing every few hours to prevent himself from going insane.

Being able to sense everything on the ship had its disadvantages, after all.

"Ma'am?" he called out finally as he approached the table, looking at the Caitian. "Begging the admiral's pardon, but I need to obtain a statement from you about the incident on the bridge," he said.

Although the blood has since dried and on the surface it didn't seem like a deep wound, but the Caitian's claws were long and sharp when extended. The sting from the self-inflicted wound in her thigh still hammered out a tune in her head. A tune that she now forced herself to focus on as she stared out the window in the lounge.

At first she hadn't heard the voice adressing her by her former rank, but then it came into focus....

"what incident on the bridge? Jackie responded without looking away from the window she was so content at staring out of following her little chat with Kayvin.

"Oh, I don't know... possibly the several thousand volts that coursed through your body when the tactical panel overloaded?" Jeral snapped, not even realizing he did until it was out. A feeling had come over him, and he had to close his eyes and take a deep breath to steady himself. A reaction like this after taking the serum was unusual - perhaps he had mixed a wrong balance... "My apologies," he said finally. "The panel overload situation... and I am wondering who this Sorak person that the prisoner keeps mentioning, and all data pertaining to the situation. The reports only say so much."

Jackie ignored the outburst, perhaps if this was another time and day she'd snap back, or if she had her betleH...what she would give right now to be able to go into the holodecks and train again, but she had to beat that urge down.

"There is hardly a need to talk about that. You've summed it up pretty nicely, Lieutenant" Jackie spoke , a hint of sarcasm slipping into her voice.

"As for Sorak, " the name came off the Caitian's lips as if it was poison mixed in with something more than just pure hatred. "check the Horizon's logs. Everything's need to know is there. I doubt I can tell you anything beyond that; especially considering i was out of action for majority of the last encounter with the scum" the female said her attention now at the glass of water in front of her which was held tightly in both her hands as if it was the enemy who she was about to strangle with her bare hands.

"A Romulan with a grudge against you," Jeral commented. "Seems to be the norm for this ship to have something after them." He looked down at the Caitian's belly. "I trust the baby was not harmed by the action on the bridge?"

"No" the caitian spoke, her tone and attitude changing to soften up almost instantly. "Thankfully,"she added her hand going over her belly as she closed her eyes.

"I agree, there's nothing like losing a child," Jeral said, his voice slowly drifting away as the words came out, but he quickly shook the thought off. He tried to push Saj out of his mind while he spoke, "I will rely on the logs from here on out, thank you."

Jackie winced as a memory popped up in her mind. "They're dead , Ensign" the dreaded phrase she heard decades ago almost drilled itself into her brain as the words echoed through.

"No." the Caitian pushed herself up,'stop it stop it stop it' she almost yelled out loud as she balled up her fists and closed her eyes as she fought off the tears. She leaned on the table top firmly planting both her hands there as she fought the onslaught of emotion.

"Logs don't have everything" she spoke finally regaining some composure, "not these ones" she added. "there is nowhere to run"

Jeral looked at the Caitian, puzzled. "Would you like to discuss this later, perhaps in the security office?" he asked, reading correctly that she might not want to divulge such information in public. There was more to the story than meets the eye, he realized, and the sooner he knew... the better he could be at ensuring the continued security of this crew.

"Now" she spoke slowly, "but i cannot guarantee full disclosure. it depends on what's in the files" she added seeming now back in full control of herself. She made a mental note to see about those mood swings later; last time it wasn't so bad, but then last time she didn't come with 20 odd years of....baggage such as the one she'd accumulated throughout her Starfleet career.

Without a word, she moved towards the exit of the Lounge.

Jeral made a note to himself that he might need to take up meditation... he wasn't doing too well right then. A little mood swingy would be a little more accurate. Perhaps he just needed to center himself a little better...

He was so busy with his own centering, he almost didn't see Clawson leave, and when he did, she was already at the door. Jeral sighed, then hurried after her - an easy feat to do with the large weight in her belly slowing her down.

[Security Office]

Most of the journey up was spent in silence. Jackie made more than a handful of mental notes that didn't really mean anything other than keeping her mind occupied. Once she and Jeral entered the security office, Jackie was momentarily taken aback, she could still feel Alex's scent in here, despite the time that's passed since he was there. Perhaps it was her mind, perhaps it was something else, the Caitian swallowed hard before facing Jeral Krezek in a calm demeanor.

And then she found herself at a loss of words, letting out a soft grunt Jackie spoke. "What've we got?" she queried, in a tone that she often used when everything was upside down, but as the CO and a Vice Admiral, she couldn't afford to look uncertain infront of anybody.

Jeral sighed, coming around the desk, sitting down in his chair and pulling out a PADD. He pressed a few buttons, getting it to transcribe exactly what she was saying, but made it so that the main computer wouldn't see a copy. "Blasted security procedures..." he said, mainly to himself. Jeral looked up and motioned to the chair across the desk. "Sit down, please."

He placed the PADD down. "Don't worry, this statement is going on the record for my purposes only; from what it sounded like from the tone of your voice, some of these things are sensitive and may lead to prosecution of yourself. You have the right to remain silent about what you want, and not to reveal anything incriminating about yourself, I understand; however, please be aware that if you do say anything that may get you charged with anything, it is my duty to investigate the accuracy of these claims and file charges accordingly, no matter whose friend you are in Command. Furthermore, classified material, I have a Level 3 clearence level for any and all classified works in the Federation. Not as high as a CO of a ship, but high enough that I can at least know an outline of most things."

Jeral paused, then smiled at the Caitian, bringing his hands together in front of him, each finger touching the other hand's copy of them. "So, where does Mr. Sorak's story begin?" he asked.

Jackie raised an eyebrow.

"I wasn't aware I was under investigation" she spoke, dismissing his offer to sit for now. "It's not me I'm worried about," she eyed him almost cracking a smile but choosing not to mention anything about clearance and classified material. Considering what she knew about just some of the people aboard, likely went beyond the typical clearance of a CO. That's not even taking into account her own...record. Mark's was a whole new story. There were things even she wasn't privy to.

"what've you got?" she avoiding responding to his question directly and repeated her question instead.

"You aren't under investigation; it's a standard little script I give every person who come by my desk," Jeral mentioned. "And what I've got is that you have had three direct attempts on your life initiated by this Sorak character. Nothing on history or even what the guy looks like."

"Only three..?" Jackie murmured under her breath. She wasn't sure just how classified some of those files were anymore.

"You read the report filed by A..." she trailed off, briefly catching her breath. "Commander Chadwick on the time Sorak snuck aboard the Horizon?" she asked, grasping at the edge of a desk for support, " both myself and Admiral Harmon were involved" she added, " I'm pretty sure a description of Sorak is in there" she said letting out a soft grunt as she chased off the images of her own torment at the hands of Sorak what seemed like a short while ago. "You should have the proper clearance to see at least the basic background and description," she added.

"Sorak's not the first one and he certainly won't be the last one to try and go after either me or Mark," Jackie added. "What Romulan wouldn't want to boast offing a couple of...notorious Starfleet Admirals who messed with Romulan matters?" she asked crossing her arms over her belly at that remark.

"My grandfather was the same way," Jeral commented. "A hundred and twenty years ago, he was the sole Starfleet survivor of the USS Okinawa. The other survivor ended up using that victory to catapult his political career with a made-up story and became Praetor. He had to dodge Tal'Preax most of his adult life, including one incident where the Praetor took his future wife's family hostage.

"But that's beside the point." Jeral put down the PADD, placed his hands on the desk and leaned forward. "The point is... Romulans have a long lifespan in order to extract revenge. Why is he choosing now? Why not ten years from now, when you and the Admiral are closer to retirement?"

Jackie raised an eyebrow at the question.

"I'm not the right person to ask that" she responded. "And technically, I *am* retired" she threw him a look.

"It just seems... strange." Jeral nodded. He placed the PADD down. "I think that this may have been a futile effort. I apologize for dragging you away from your table in the Mess Hall and talking to you about this."

He stood up suddenly. "Oh, and by the way... you may want to get that leg looked at," he said simply. When she looked at him curiously, he nodded down to her clothing. "There's some blood down there. Nothing noticeable to the casual passerby, but for someone trained to look for blood even in a casual environment... well, it's not hard. Because of your record, I will... overlook it for now. However..." He looked hard at Clawson. "I'd rather not have someone depressed and suicidal on this ship, as statistically they end up being the ones that take people with them."

Jackie raised an eyebrow, giving Krezek a hard look as she stood up. Part of her wanted to hit him for the comments, but she held herself back, for the time being.

"Who said anything about depressed and suicidal?" The Caitian spoke her eyes briefly flashing as the only sign of contained anger she felt right now.

"I don't intend on dying by my own hand." she said with her hand on her belly. "Especially not right now"

"And you might not want to apply the same statistics to everyone on this ship." She added in an even tone as she stood up. "We're...different; if you've gone through the ship's logs and the crew manifest and history, you would've known it especially with your training."

"No one on this ship is depressed and suicidal." she paused momentarily relaxing a hold on her emotions for a moment as she felt herself get more in control of them, Jackie approached Jeral , her eyes narrowing for a moment as she regarded him, "I suggest you don't jump to conclusions and throw empty accusations at people here," she noted in a low tone.

The punch came out of nowhere as her fist connected with Jeral's face.

"some of them might not take it as lightly as I have" she smiled, although there was a hint of something darker in her eyes just for a moment.

She clicked her tongue against her teeth and left his office without another word.

She flexed the fingers of the hand she'd hit Jeral with as the door to his office closed behind her. Jackie released a breath before heading to the turbolift.

OFF:

Joint Post by Jeral Krezek and Jackie Clawson