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Re: Mission Six: "Unto the Breach, Part II"

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Re: Mission Six: "Unto the Breach, Part II"

Tue Apr 05, 2016 3:04 am

And Unto the Beach, Part XIII
Various Locations
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Endeavour: Cmdr. Marcus Byrne, Lt. Cmdr. Eahar R'Soll, Lt. Miracle Swiftpaws, Lt. Farkas Vanth, Lt. Yvette Beauvoir, Lt. JG Rebecca McKinnon, Ensign Dima Reda, Captain Kate Banninga
Other: Locasta of Borg


Last time...

=/\= Portland crew, this is Admiral Washington, please stand by while we transport you to various ships in the fleet. =/\= The Admiral's voice sounded over the intercom system. He quickly went to the closest console and replied. "Admiral, here Commander Rouse. Please wait with transporting us, we have some special circumstances." Before Tim could explain Andy gave out a loud cry from his mother's arms.

=/\=Is that?=/\= the Admiral's voice sounded. Tim wished he could see the Admiral's face right now.

"Yes, it is, sir." Tim said.

=/\=Please stand by,=/\= another voice sounded, =/\=We'll transport the five of you directly to sickbay.=/\=

And now, the continuation...

************************************
Bridge, USS Endeavour

As soon as Marcus heard that his crew had boarded with Locasta, he took a look at the display. He saw that the Portland had entered the transwarp gate, with the overloading dark energy reactor aboard.. Standing up, he commanded, "Lieutenant Swiftpaws, get us out of here. Now!"

Miracle got the ship aligned with clear space before her through the Unicomplex and went straight to warp for the fastest exit out of the area once the announcement that the away team was on back on board the Endeavour with their prisoner. "Squeeeeee-Ahhh!" as the viewscreen showed a slowly building red haze of the shielding being sandblasted away, then it began to fade when the Endeavour cleared the Nebula

"Signalling the remainder of the fleet with our status," called out Eahar. "We have what we came for, I suggest all vessels commence with a fighting retreat. And may the creator bless the Portland." A tear came to the eye of the normally stoic executive officer; the Portland crew had sacrificed themselves to save the quadrant. He could only hope that that sacrifice was not in vain.

"Aye sir," replied the operations officer on duty, his fingers frantically running across his console.

"Captain," called out Eahar, staring down at the small viewscreen on his armrest. "The Canterbury is detecting a massive dark energy buildup emanating from the transwarp gate. I'm putting their sensor readings on our auxiliary screen. If I had to guess..."

Looking up at the auxiliary screen, Eahar saw the transwarp gate twist and begin to collapse in on itself. A number of small explosions ripped through the structure and the swirling gate before the stresses of the dark energy explosion rippling through the tranwarp gate broke the structure of the gate in half and sucked it into the transwarp conduit. Imploding in on itself, the conduit and its structure almost disappeared into subspace before exploding in a bright blue flash of light.

"The conduit has been destroyed," said Eahar, stating the obvious. "The Portland... the fleet isn't detecting any sign of them,."


*************************************
Sickbay, USS Endeavour

Vanth looked back to Locasta, and noticed the stump for the first time. S/he deftly flipped open hir tricorder with one hand while leaning in to have a closer look and sniff. "Hmm, smells almost rotten." S/he scanned the appendage, and in-hailed through hir teeth sharply. "I was afraid of this..."

At that moment, Locasta sprang to life again, bounding up from the bed and grabbing Vanth by the throat with her one good hand. She moved her stump towards hir neck before realizing that those assimilation tubules had disappeared. She was alone; something was jamming her link to the collective.

Or, was she? Another voice, faint at first, echoed through her head, but she blocked it out. "We are Borg!" she shouted, overpowering the other voice for now. "You will reconnect Locasta to the collective!" she added, tightening her grip around Vanth's neck.

Vanth gasped, hir eyes widening. S/he felt the cold deck-plating begin to fall away from hir bare feet ever so slightly. S/he wasn't being lifted off the floor per-say, just ever-so-slightly lifted just enough to cause hir neck distress.

"Erk!" Instinctively Vanth reached up to try and free hirself. For missing a hand, Locasta's remaining one was remarkably strong. At the same time, s/he latched onto the stub that was held in front of hir face with hir fangs. S/he had more power in hir jaw, than hir hands.

"Noooo," a scream and cry in one was uttered from the same mouth that ordered the doctor around. Kate didn't know exactly what was going on, but she had felt the urge to fight back as soon as she got the ability to do so. "Get her out of me!" She cried.

She tried to move her body, her arms, her legs, but it was all hopeless. The other was still too strong.

"We are Borg," countered Locasta, gritting her teeth as she held Vanth by the throat, slowly choking off his air supply. "Lower the force field!"

Vanth was fighting for hir life, everything began shifting to red. S/he bared hir teeth, and tried to snarl, hir fur stood on end, instinctively trying to look bigger and more intimidating. S/he needed to find a pressure point. Part of hir told hir to go for the remaining good eye, but the doctor part of hir fought against that.

<i>The nose!</i> s/he thought.

S/he shoved hir fingers, with claws out, up Locasta's nostrils, and began to pull with greater and greater intensity. At least if s/he came out of this, and Kate persevered, s/he could repair any damage there might be if s/he had to later.

Dima immediately gripped her phaser rifle a bit tighter and raised it. The dampening field in the isolation chamber would prevent her or a phaser blast from going through, but she was ready in the event that the forcefield would fall. The last thing any of them needed was to have Sickbay assimilated. "The forcefield stays up," Dima replied to the Borg.

Bleeding, Locasta threw Vanth against the force field, hard. "A level six force field," she mused, kicking Vanth for good measure to prevent hir from coming back up. "Adapting..."

Vanth gasped, trying to catch hir breath, hir ribs hurt, but at least s/he was alive.

Knowing they couldn't let the Borg escape, Yvette jury-rigged her rifle to have it fire a phaser pulse at the frequency of the force field. The problem was if it worked she'd exhaust the power cell and fry all the circuitry, turning it into a lump of slag. Taking aim, she fired. The pulse passed though the forcefield and hit the former starship captain full in the chest, knocking her from her feet. As her rifle glowed hot, Yvette discarded it. She gritted her teeth from the pain of her burning flesh, and hoped she'd bought the others a little time.

On the ground, a gaping hole in her ablative armour, Locasta stared off into the distance, her lips curving into a slight smile. "I can hear them..." she whispered, her transceiver having partially adapted to the Federation force field around her. "Cube 739-Alpha, assimilate this vessel."

"NOOO," Kate managed to shout, gaining more control over her own body.

Becca tapped a flurry of commands into her own datapad creating a level seven modulated subspace EM field around the first one and letting the first drop in the process. She also hard cut all of the ships comm. relays leaving it suddenly silent which would no doubt bring a fleet's attention in short order.

She walked around where Kate stood keeping herself well out of reach of any arms or assorted tubules. "You need to fight this, Captain. Try to concentrate on where you are. Your ship, your vessel, your life. Don't let the Borg think they can take that from you. By the way, I am Rebecca McKinnon, your new communic... erm Operations officer, reporting for duty, sir. I know I'm late with that but there were circumstances."

"So my last three ships were destroyed and I was kind of hoping this one wouldn't be." She continued rattling on as she often did but this time it seems to be distracting the Captain, hopefully the Borg would switch enough concentration to her that the human parts could reassert themselves. She began broadcasting the portion of her fractal datapile she had currently uploaded to her datapad, partially to occupy the Borg processing elements still resident in the Captain but also to try and drown out any nascent signal sneaking past her EM field. "Oh, um, two ships. I'm not supposed to mention the Athena, its still very classified. Oh, and forget that name, Athena. I wasn't supposed to say that."

Becca reached back and grabbed a hypospray from the table with her free hand while she continued to talk. "So I'm looking forward to serving onboard the Endeavor and very much hoping it isn't obliterated or anything,.."

"We are Borg!" insisted Locasta, staring coldly at Becca. But there was some desperation in her voice. She could hear the collective, but even as she spoke, one voice was getting louder, and there was nothing she could do to block it out. "You will be assimilated."

Becca shook her head while glancing down at the datapadd and re-modulating the EM blocking field with one hand, the other still concealing a hypospray. "I can't be assimilated, I was given special dispensation by the collective." She lied, smiling at the Captain pleasantly.

Meanwhile Dr. Vanth managed to get to hir paws, though hir ribs still ached, when s/he tried to breath too deeply. S/he stood behind Becca, and wished s/he could use hir telepathy with the non-telepath to communicate, but s/he hadn't the permission. S/he could work with Becca to distract the Borg, and use the hypospray again to re-sedate her. Instead all s/he could do is place hir hand-paw on her shoulder to indicate hir proximity to Becca. "Yeah, <cough> me too, got a stamped, signed, notarized and sealed letter of authenticity from Her-Majesty herself." Vanth held a hand behind hir back, fingers crossed.

Raising her head Kate said “No one will be assimilated!” She was slowly gaining control over body back. That small sentence how ever had cost her much energy and she let her head rest on the biobed soon after, accompanied with a big sight.

“No,” gasped Locasta, her voice getting weaker. “The collective…”

“The collective can screw itself” Kate let out, raising her good arm. Not that there was any point in physically fighting an entity inside herself. But she so much wished she could. She opened her eyes looking from one face to another with a desperate plea in her eyes to tell her what to do to get the Queen out of her.

“Resistance… is…” gasped Locasta, as her voice faded out.

“She is fading,” Kate said when she noticed the other presence in her mind dissipating. “She is fading!”

The ship shuddered from weapons fire. The Borg were making one last desperate attack run on the Endeavour to save their queen.

Vanth could sense the emotional turmoil inside of Kate/Locasta. "She's right, it's Captain Banninga talking not Locasta. It's not a trick."

Yvette walked forward, stifling the pain of her burnt hands and asked. "Captain Banninga, are you still connected to the collective? And if so, can you tell the Borg to power down and return to their regeneration alcoves?"

Right, how do you do that she thought. Was she suppose to say that out loud or was thinking it enough. It felt like the collective was in her mind so she chose the latter. <i>Stand down everyone and recharge.</i> Kate ordered the collective. “And?” She immediately asked out loud, hoping she did it the right way.

At that moment the ship stopped shuddering under weapons fire. An apprehensive calm came over sickbay.

Vanth looked around as if confused by the sudden lapse of the attack on the ship. Hir ears perked and nose twitched as if s/he was trying to hear or smell for trouble.

M'Jart, her throat still felt sore, made her way to a nearby console and powered it up. Patching through to the sensors, she brought up the latest data. "The Borg appear to hove powered down." She reported.

Just after Kate heard her actions had worked the world around her became blurred, quickly followed by black. She collapsed on the biobed.

To be continued...[/quote]
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Re: Mission Six: "Unto the Breach, Part II"

Tue Apr 05, 2016 3:09 am

And Unto the Beach, Part XIV
Various Locations
Authors:
Portland: Capt. Alenis Meru, Lt. Arthur Reynolds, Lt. Jason Beauvoir, Lt. JG Sera Williams, Ensign Kahnr Dai
Endeavour: Cmdr. Marcus Byrne, Lt. Cmdr. Eahar R'Soll, Lt. Miracle Swiftpaws
Other:


Last time...

M'Jart, her throat still felt sore, made her way to a nearby console and powered it up. Patching through to the sensors, she brought up the latest data. "The Borg appear to hove powered down." She reported.

Just after Kate heard her actions had worked the world around her became blurred, quickly followed by black. She collapsed on the biobed.

And now, the continuation...


Bridge, USS Portland

Wincing in pain as she climbed back into her chair, Alenis tried to get her bearings. As she was shouting out orders, she didn't have time to fasten her seat belt before the shockwave hit and found herself thrown forwards against the flight control station. One arm was in severe pain, she figured likely due to a fracture, and she felt a warm liquid on her forehead, likely her own blood. She knew that unless the afterlife was the bridge of the Portland, they were alive, which meant that they were presumably successful at something.

"Report!" shouted Alenis, over the sound of a screaming Andorian. One of Shras' antennae was bent, an injury notorious for causing severe pain among Andorians.

Having avoided any serious injury, Jason said. "Captain, sensors are patchy, but we appear to have been thrown clear of the wormhole and transwarp gate." He then took a medkit from one of the wall compartments and began examining and treating the injured.

"You mean... we made it?" asked Alenis in a tone that mixed incredulity and caution. A hint of a smile came to her face; they had beaten the odds once more. "Damage Report! Operations, signal the fleet. Let them know we're alive. Somehow."

Arthur lied there, still unconscious from the beating the ship took. With the injuries he sustained, he'd be out of action for some time.

Sera sat up from her new found position on the floor of Engineering. She had a pounding headache, presumably from the bulkhead just beside her. She gave a quick glance around Engineering to assess the situation. She tapped her communicator and said, "Engineering reporting, heavy damage. We can give you low warp and will probably keep Sickbay busy for awhile. All glad to be alive, Captain."

From down near the damaged helm, amidst the jumble of slagged chair and console, came a groan. Then a grimy hand followed, grasping up in the air for something to hang on to before finally gripping a corner of the CONN that hadn't been vapourized by the Borg disruptor. An even more dirty helmsman followed suit a moment later, eyes glazed and stunned, that tried to follow through on the orders he'd vaguely heard given. Kahnr got up to his knees, blinked a few times to try to bring his panel into focus, then laid his head down on top of it instead, "Propulsion..." He tried again, big shoulders heaving as he took a breath. "Propulsion offline. Maybe...thrusters."

Alenis let out a sigh of relief. "Engineering, take charge of damage control. Life support and main power are your priorities. We'll hold position and wait for help if we have to." She took a deep breath. "Everyone else, take care of casualties. Use the internal sensors to find the injured if you have to. I won't have anyone else dying on this ship today." Her fingers on her one good arm tapped across the controls on her armrest. "I'm hailing the fleet, requesting assistance..."

*************************************
Bridge, USS Endeavour

"Captain," called out Eahar, a hint of excitement in his voice as he stared at the touchscreen on his armrest.. "All ships are reporting that the remaining Borg have received Locasta's orders and are powering down. The Canterbury and the Tol'dar are recovering the escape pods, while the fleet is re-forming at 206 mark--"

Eahar's eyes nearly bulged out of his skull as he saw the next thing appear on his screen. "Incoming transmission. This is impossible, sir, it's from the Portland.

Marcus suddenly found it difficult to hold back his emotions. He stood from Captain's chair, his fingers hurting from gripping the armrest of the chair so tightly. "They made it..." he whispered to himself. "Respond back and offer any assistance we can offer," the Commander responded.

Miracle swung the Endeavour back around to assist the other ship's in rescuing escape pods. It was weird to flying amongst the Borg Cubes that one second they was trying to kill her and the crew. Now flying amongst them to rescue Fleet, Klingon and Cardassian alike. Hearing Eahar's comment about the Portland, she quickly maneuvered the Endeavour to be the closest ship to render assistance. Seeing the badly torn ship of the Portland, she was thankful she didn't have to take the Endeavour into the Transwarp Conduit, Even though she would've liked the challenge. She would've made the dash to the opposite end of the Transwarp Conduit collapsing behind her.

On the main viewscreen, the bridge of the Portland appeared, with the injured and bloodied Bajoran captain in the center chair. The video feed was choppy, cutting in and out, as the power on the Portland's bridge flickered. "Endeavour, this is the Portland," said Alenis, "We're mostly in one piece, but could use any damage control teams and medical assistance the fleet can spare. What is the status of the Borg?"

"Captain Banninga has been recovered, and the Borg have powered down," replied Marcus, breathing a sigh of relief. "The quadrant is safe from any Borg incursion, thanks to you and your crew, and damage control and medial teams are headed your way. It was a pleasure serving with you, Captain."

Alenis smiled slightly, still wincing in pain from her injuries. "You as well, commander," she added, thanking the Endeavour crew for doing their part. "The escape pods from the Portland..."

"They've all been recovered," replied Marcus. He paused for a moment to offer his counterpart on the Portland a smile, as he had pretty much the only bright news of the day. "And I'm told one of them had a healthy, newborn baby boy on board."

"Andy..." whispered Alenis, her eyes lighting up at the mention of the baby. "Thank you, Commander. May the prophets smile upon you and your crew."

"And yours as well, Captain. Yours as well."
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Tue Apr 05, 2016 11:44 pm

What will become of us?
A few hours after the battle
Holo-lab, USS Portland
Authors: Lt. (JG) Marcus Kallan, Ensign Nikki Barclay


As she strolled through the corridors of the USS Portland, Nikki took in all the damage. It seemed like every few steps she came across another damaged bulkhead, pile of rubble, or blown conduit. Not to mention the hole she cut in the ship's hull, or the battle damage to the exterior. As an engineer, she knew how much it would take to repair the ship, and it wasn't pretty. Starfleet would probably scrap her, she figured, and order an Anubis or Intrepid to replace the old girl.

A tear came to her eye at the thought of the Portland, having survived the battle with the Borg and saving her and all her friends meeting an undignified end at the hands of the chop saws and laser cutters in some scrapyard.

Without thinking about where she was going, her feet brought her towards the holo-lab, where Marcus was no doubt hard at work. She paused for a moment outside the door before stepping inside the dark room. "Marcus?" she called out, cautiously stepping inside "are you there?"

There was the rustle of loose ODN fiber and the hollow, plastic clank of something banging against destroyed computer equipment. "Computer, ugh, lights, 50%," came Marcus' voice. The lights slowly came up, and most of the holographics lab was in complete disarray. Marcus, it seemed, had fallen asleep sorting through the debris looking for anything of value. The fading adrenaline and several days' worth of work finally caught up to the man, whose normally frail constitution finally gave way. "Oh, hi," he said, eyes blinking blearily and finally coming to focus on Nikki. He clambered to his feet, junk scattering this way and that. "What, uh, time is it?"

"It's... it's..." In truth, Nikki wasn't sure either. She had been focusing so much on repairs that she didn't know if she was in engineering for minutes or days. "I think it's time for you to catch some sleep," she replied, stifling a yawn as well. "We can clean this up later," she added, kicking a broken PADD aside into a pile of debris.

"Yeah, sure," he muttered, and crossed the room to her. "You know, I wasn't sure that holodeck trick would work on the Borg. Seems they always fall for it, once. I just hope all of this was worth it, between Captain Banninga and the dark energy nexus and ... and ..." He let out a big yawn. He was almost kidlike-cute with his defenses down and his pretense missing.

Nikki smiled and wrapped her arms around him. "You know, you're kind of cute when you're tired," she said, kissing him on the cheek. "I just hope, with all the damage to the Portland..." she continued, her voice beginning to tense up.

He hugged her, but he was equally as tense. His opinion would likely not be taken well. "She served Starfleet well, Nikki," Marcus replied. "She's outdated and long past her retire date." He swallowed. "I'm sorry."

"But we can't let them haul her away for scrap!" protested Nikki as she released Marcus from the hug. "She deserves better than this. And the crew..." a tear came to her eye, "they'll just split us all up, send us to different postings all over the quadrant..."

"That's part of the service, I'm afraid," Marcus replied, looking down at his feet. He shrugged again. "It sucks, I know." A third shrug. "Maybe they won't split us up. Maybe they will. We go where our expertise is needed. I mean, hell, I might as well get reassigned back to Daystrom, or wherever the Portland's holomatrix core gets moved to. You know, to supervise further study of Nerys."

Nikki tried to blink the tears away, but it was no use. "This is the first place I've ever felt welcome," she cried, all her angst seemingly spilling out at once. "The first place where I've had true friends, and where people accept me for who I am." She bounded forward, wrapping her arms around Marcus tightly and crying onto her shoulder. "I can't leave this place... or you..."

"Nikki..." Marcus couldn't do anything but pat her back and try to console her. He knew anything he said would just exacerbate things, so he remained silent.

After a few moments, Nikki released Marcus from the hug and wiped her tears away. "You know," she said, her voice quivering, "my uncle has some friends at the Daystrom Institute. Maybe he can get me reassigned there..."

"I could use the company," Marcus said, managing a small smile. Despite not really showing much in the way of emotion regarding the Portland or the potential break-up of the crew, he had gotten used to Nikki's idiosyncrasies, and had developed feelings for her. "If I can break free of Washington's grasp, I'm sure Captain Maddox would be happy to have an engineer of your caliber hanging around."

"Really?" replied Nikki, a smile beginning to break through. She took Marcus by the hand. "Thanks," she said. "Now, let's get you some sleep and a sonic shower. You look like you really need it..."
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Tue Apr 05, 2016 11:45 pm

Meeting Junior
Location: USS Canterbury - Sickbay
Time: Few hours before the party
Authors: Captain Alenis Meru, Cmdr. Timothy Rouse


It was a few hours after the battle when the Portland finally rendezvoused with the rest of the fleet. All the crew on the escape pods had been picked up by various ships and most had been returned to the Portland. Damage control teams were busy cleaning up the messes that the Borg made of the ship and getting the warp engines back online, but Captain Alenis had someone special that she had to visit.

Entering the sickbay of the USS Canterbury, she immediately smiled as soon as she saw Tim holding a little bundle in a blanket.

Tim looked up from his son when he heard someone approach. Seeing Meru he put his finger for his lip and nodded in the direction of Ellen, who was a sleep.

"Can I see the baby?" whispered Alenis, taking a seat next to Tim.

"Of course" he whispered and nodded for her to come closer. "May I introduce you to your godchild Andrew James Rouse." He held Andy so she could see him a little better.

Alenis leaned in and smiled at the baby. "He's so cute and peaceful, and..." She paused for a moment, realizing what Tim had said. "Godchild? You mean..."

She was surprised. She had never been in charge of taking care of a baby before. She had always put off having a family until later and later, with her career getting in the way. "I'm honoured," she replied, "but I haven't the foggiest idea how to change a diaper."

Tim grinned, "And you think I do?" he chuckled. "I might have a niece but I don't even think I held her before she could walk."

"I'm sure together, we can figure it out," replied Alenis. "Like we always do." Staring down at Andy, she was taken aback by his innocence and tranquillity. They had just been through a violent battle, but somehow, despite all the death and destruction, new life was brought into the galaxy. It was a small miracle, and it put into perspective the loss of all the brave souls who died that day in order to make the galaxy safe for Andy and everyone else.

"May I hold him?" asked Alenis, a little sheepishly. "That is, if your arms are starting to get tired."

He stood up from the seat he had been sitting in. "Take a seat, although I don't think I could ever get tired of holding him." When she sat down he handed his son to her

Alenis smiled and carefully cradled Andy, making sure to be gentle and trying not to wake him. But in the transfer to her arms, Andy began to stir. "Oh," whispered Alenis, surprised.

"Waaaaaaaaah!" Andy immediately cried out.

"Shhhhhhhh..." Whispered Alenis, gently rocking him back and forth and holding him close to her chest. "Daddy and Auntie Meru are here. Everything is all right."

Andy let out a couple more cries, each one softer than the last, and then closed his eyes again. "I think he likes me," whispered Alenis.

"Hi Captain," Ellen said with a soft voice, waking up after her sons cries. Tim smiled at her and sat on the edge of her bed, resting his hand on her leg.

"Ellen," whispered Alenis, just loud enough to be heard. "I just came by to visit my new godson. I take it the doctors have given him a clean bill of health?"

"Yes, they have. All the commotion around him didn't affect him one bit. All he does is sleep and drink." She carefully sat up straight. Everything was still very sore. "We'll be going back to the Portland in a few hours. I can't wait to sleep in my own bed."

"I hope it's in good condition. The ship..." Alenis stared off into the distance as she thought about the Portland. It was more than just a ship to her; there was a feeling of genuine fondness for the old cruiser. "She took quite a beating. I can't guarantee your quarters are intact."

"I'm sure we can arrange something," Tim quickly said, not wanting Ellen to worry.

Focusing her attention back on the baby, Alenis gently rocked him back and forth as he went back to sleep. "It's amazing," she said softly, "That in all the chaos and violence of the battle, there is new life. He's got his whole life ahead of him, and a big galaxy to explore."

"It definitely is," Tim and Ellen said simultaneously.

"And he's got a great family to explore it with," added Alenis, transfixed by the little man.
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Re: Mission Six: "Unto the Breach, Part II"

Wed Apr 06, 2016 1:29 am

USS Portland; Outside of the Captains Office
Just after leaving the meeting with the Captain
AUTHORS: 2O Tylrai Zade; MCPO Gregory Paladin

Gregory's mind was busy thinking on the future conflict with the Borg that Captain Meru had mentioned at the end of their conversation. For all intents and purposes, Gregory saw that the introductory meeting had gone well. If there was any indication it had not, he had not picked up on it. With head down as he walked out, he briefly made a survey of his surroundings and to ensure a clear path, going left towards the Turbolift in a presumption that he was still on the Nautilus. When a passing crewman prompted him from his stupor, and he realized he was on the Portland instead, he thought back to his instructions to see the ships XO.

That was when he turned around, he was to accidentally bump into someone. "Oh geeze!" he said in surprise, "Oh I'm so-..."

And his words caught as he recognized the face.

Tyrlai had been focusing on her flute and missed the approaching crewman as she stepped out of the lift. It had turned out that the ancient Trill instrument required more attention than she had anticipated. She stepped back and looked at an oddly familiar figure. She couldn't quite place him and struggled with the notion for a while. He was human and here in the present so it was someone she had met, or Eledzar perhaps. She shook her head and gave him a puzzled look at matched his last syllable, "sooo, you would be?"

The extension in wording was perfect. Where he had fumbled his "Sorry", she had continued and changed it to an elongated, "Soooo". It had taken the elder enlisted officer by surprise. That, and the realization at whom he was looking at was none other than the younger girl he had watched over less than a decade and a few years prior. He was sure of it. Though it didn't surprise him that she wouldn't recognize him. Why should she? Why would she? Gregory was in the background of ships operations on purpose, not to be in the forefront of any action or media.

Recovering from his fumble, he cleared his throat, giving his best smile. The MCPO adjusted his uniform, straightening it as he gave her a nod. She had grown, and she was quite healthy and just happened to be stationed as a crewmember on his new ship - and one of prestigious rank nonetheless! On the inside, it warmed his heart to see something from his past produce a fruitful outcome.

"I'm Master Chief Petty Officer Gregory Paladin, Ma'am," Gregory introduced himself as. "I'm the new Chief of the Boat. Um...I apologize for bumping into you so rudely. I should watch where I am going from now on."

She remembered momentarily what she had come to the bridge for but also how they generally assigned Chief of the Boat. It was usually long term individuals familiar with the ship design or timeframe of the design. Which was good because she needed someone familiar with the wasted spaces in a Miranda

"Hmmmm, Mister Master Paladin, that sounds familiar. Where have I heard that before? Can't quite place it, no worries this happens after twenty or so lifetimes they tend to blend in with each other. What do you know about Miranda class ships, Mister Master Paladin?"

There was that nickname again. A subtle, "D'aww", moment passed over Gregory. He smiled at her, doubting then she remembered way back when. That was okay, he had the memories.

"Quite a bit," he admitted. "Serving on one for over a decade, one can't help but explore. Anything in particular you wanted to know?"

Tyrlai stepped over to a wall console tapping a few commands in with a swift blur of fingers tipped in non regulation shimmering purple. A video played of the internal sensors in cabin five-delta-twelve, she had false-colored the entity that was unscannable. A shimmery blue outline of something tentacled reaching for the screaming crewman, something that by all limits of scanning technology was not actually there. "So what I need is an expert in the parts of the ship where a something of the nature of nothing could be lurking about. Something that seemingly has no issue cohabiting the exact same space-time as say, a crew cabin wall. Bonus points for theories on how to contain it."

The Diplomatic Officer looked over at him evaluatingly. They were about the same height and she couldn't place the name yet, but he still seemed familiar.

"Is that-" Gregory did a double-take, blinking. "Is that real?"

He had to lean close, eyes a bit wide at not only the screaming crewman, but the abomination that was beside him. Then again, this looked awfully like a Federation species he had seen before. Something that had tentacles and that wasn't particularly humanoid, and had to use hand signals to communicate that were translated by a universal translator. I mean, there were several possibilities for what was transpiring before his eyes, and a cultural misunderstanding was one. However due to the line of questioning, and due to the fact that she was looking at him in an inquisitive - if questioning - manner, he figured he'd better think of it as an actual problem.

But seriously, was this a real image?!

Gregory blinked, still not able to get over whether it was real or not. He cleared his throat, leaning back straight as he let out a sigh. "I don't think I've ever encountered an issue like this before," he said, honestly. "The most....erm....fluidic event I've ever encountered was a miniture sub-space rupture on deck seven of the Nautilus. We had a hard time deciphering its origin and what it was at first with our own scanners, and I almost lost a good crewman to a discharge from it, but in the end we managed to isolate the event with a directed shield bubble from engineering, and the science chief induced anti-matter which closed the rupture - you know, canceled it out."

"But this?" He said, gesturing towards the recording, "I'm not even sure. If it has a physical manifestation, which I assume is true by the reaction of the crewman, then an isolation wall could be in order. Scanner or no, you can still use many different methods to eliminate the threat - if any - posed by the entity. Then again I'm honestly questioning this as real. I mean, is it real?"

He looked at the image a moment longer, as if still debating whether he was being played or not. She was somewhat of a trickster. "But um, yeah, if the science chief wasn't already on this, I'd probably assume you're describing some sort of ghost, or phantom entity. In that case, you'd need something energy based to counter-act it. I'm not a scientist ma'am, but I'd find crewman who were, and we'd sort it out somehow. Maybe by using a beam of neutron particles to, say, counteract its manifestation. I mean, I dunno, I really don't."

"Hmmmm, well that wall it came out of is bristling with neutrons so that probably is not the answer." Tyrlai considered the notion and let her mind sort though the answers. "Energy seems promising, at least that can go through walls, perhaps the basics, electromagnetism, nuclear and gravity." The tall Trill wrinkled her nose, "this does sound sciency. Jason Bouvier, we could use him, but he's busy. Borg things, most people are busy. So we will have to do this ourselves." She leaned over the science console her hands pressing keys in a blur when she paused and turned her head looking at the COB sidelong.

Tyrlai was tall, even for a Trill and height made all the difference, leaning over the console had shifted her perspective. Back to when she was fourteen, newly joined and trying to avoid going home and about five-six or so. "Mister Master Paladin, it is nice to see you again." She finished keying in her commands and set the internal sensors to cycle through a wide variety of scans. "I assure you, it is real. The two crewman who 'saw' it are unresponsive psychologically speaking. Whatever it is contact with it or the sight of it causes a profound loss of sanity. I would have this thing off the ship before we mess with the Borg, to do that I need to find out where it is hiding.

"So, otherwise how have you been?"

"That sounds like a problem for a ghost-buster," Gregory said, sighing in defeat. His expression bewildered for a bit, until he managed a glimpse at Tyrlai in her position. She had grown, he noted, into a full woman. In some ways he was proud. The memories of the two in the Garden Room of the Nautilus brought back some fond experiences, and the time Gregory spent after as her chaperon additionally heart-warming. In another light, he might look upon her feminine form with a bit of infatuation, but as it were, he couldn't. Instead, it was with a bit of parental pride, none of which well earned on his part considering his small inclusion in her life, but nevertheless it was there. He was proud of her.

"I've been good," Gregory replied, brandishing a warm smile he hadn't noticed he worn till then, "been good. After you left the Nautilus things returned to normal, I guess. Oh!"

His eyes wide for a brief instant as he remembered something, a gesture then; one hand up, finger pointing up, as if halting time itself with the revelation he just remembered. "I remember that mountain cat you made that one day, do you remember that - the alien looking one? Turns out it was a crew favorite and, as far as I'm aware, it's still there. I took care of it like I told you I would."

He stood, brandishing, yet again, a full smile. Hands on hips, tilting to and fro briefly, as a boy would who had just informed his parents of a good deed. He relaxed in his posture a bit, evidently proud that he managed to remember that one, brief, if important, moment. "Yeah, but, other than that I spent ten more years on the Nautilus, took two at Starfleet to teach, then I came here."

Gregory cleared his throat, awkwardly. "Came here to work out some things, yeah. To forget some things. But, uh-" he looked down, tilting in his posture a bit, nervousness showing for that brief instant. He worked out that slight kink, however, as he resumed a proper standing position beside Tyrlai "-I'm glad you remember me, young miss."

"Starkiller. He must be sleek and strong by now. We need to request his program for the Portland. And of course I remember you. In fact if it weren't for the twenty other lifetimes rattling about I would have remembered straight away." She leaned back against the console and smoothed back her brown and black highlighted mane and smiled remembering a few weeks she had spent with the silly holo-kit using Eledzars connections to get her into the Academy early entrance program.

"I got a degree in psychology and quick placement back aboard the Sovereign. I was happy there, except for all of the listening to people whine about their feelings. Some people have way too many feelings. I fell backwards into diplomacy and have been able to apply myself to unique situations in very creative ways. It infuriates my assistant, he's got this weird theory that there should be consequences to our choices and actions and that things can be rigidly controlled. His name is Thosk, he likes to file formal complaints about a lot of things so you will be meeting him soon.."

The console whistled at her and she turned around to see what it had found. "Gravitons, clustering like signatures. Nothing on the other scans, no strong or weak signatures and nothing electromagnetic. So we have a nothing that cant be scanned and interacts only with gravitons. Dark matter and by extension, dark energy. And guess what we have down in engineering?" She smirked at mister Paladin, wondering if he had read his technical briefings.

"The experimental dark energy core, right?" He checked, "I think that's what the report detailed. I'll be honest, I'm not-"

And then, an expression of enlightenment. "So we can trap it in the reactor?"

Then he thought about it.

"Kinda sounds....bad though. Maybe...direct the energy to trapping it?"

"Something crazy like that." Tyrlai smiled and led the way to engineering.
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Re: Mission Six: "Unto the Breach, Part II"

Wed Apr 06, 2016 1:34 am

Miranda-class USS Nautilus; Deep Space, near the Ivorian System
Assisting the Sovereign-class USS Sovereign after a fateful pirate encounter...
December 14th, 2380; (Stardate 57952.31)
AUTHORS: 2O Tyrlai Zade; MCPO Gregory Paladin

Just eleven days ago Master Chief Petty Officer Gregory Paladin had returned to the USS Nautilus from his one-year tenure in Starfleet Command School. He had personally met and talked in length with Captain John Arrow, the newest Captain of the Nautilus, and the two had hit it off wonderfully from the start. Their assignment had taken them north of Sol, heading for a routine patrol mission around Starbase 241 when Captain Arrow had recieved a distress call from the USS Sovereign several sectors to the galactic west. Preliminary information was sparse, but after a briefing from Starfleet on the information, the Captain had shared what details he could on the matter.

Gregory was in his office in the lower decks, reviewing the information a second time before their arrival on scene. As he had looked over before, the USS Sovereign had engaged - or was engaged - by a band of Orion Pirate ships. The Sovereign had been heavily damaged, but managed to fight off every single attacker, and even went further in saving captured slaves from the clutches of the degenerate pirates. Along with the Nautilus, six other ships had been dispatched to the scene to assist in recovery and repair operations; two other Miranda-class Starships: the USS Trail and the USS Beuford, an Exclesior-class: the USS Atlantis, and three Constellation-class Starships: the USS Victory, the USS Hathaway, and the USS Gettysburg. The majority of the relief fleet would assist with recovery of captured slaves, criminals, and assist in the repair and medical efforts. The USS Nautilus along with the USS Beuford had been assigned to perimeter security. There was a few attachment details for Gregory from the Captain as well, particularly a security assignment.

Simple enough. Gregory had already formulated how he wanted his enlisted personnel to function through this mission. The majority of them needn't any instructions other than, "Do your job". A few would need guidance, such as the newer Crewman Recruits that had been picked up eleven days ago. For that, however, he had someone to assist with. He swiftly tapped his comm-badge.

"Petty Officer Vladinchi, please report to my office." He requested, which was followed by, "Right away, Chief, through the badges small speaker. Moments later, the requested appeared through Gregory's doors; a chime signaled request to entry, granted by a brief statement of permission to enter from the Master Chief.

"Oscar, good," Gregory said as he looked up from his chair to the Petty Officer Third Class. Oscar Vladinchi had been one of the crew Gregory had saved during the Dominion War, a crises that had thrust Gregory into the position of authority he was in at present. Needless to mention, Oscar was a devoted enlisted officer. When Gregory met eye contact with his subordinate, he continued. "I need you to look after Crewman Akutto and Mo'Lan for me. I'll be busy with some of the superior enlisted as we'll be overseeing extended security operations on the Sovereign. Sound good?"

A nod from Oscar, "Perfectly, Chief. I don't see any problems out of them. I'll handle things here."

"Great," Gregory replied with a smile, "you are dismissed."

As Oscar left, Gregory looked at his terminal screen for a final time. The notice that the Nautilus had arrived had been sent out, and the word to commence operations was given. He was about to leave his desk when his comm-badge chirped.

"Master Chief Paladin, report to transporter room one"

Tyrlai beamed over with her honor guard of lightly wounded. They filed out of the room towards sickbay. She had been instructed to wait for her escort, she wanted to run, but her two escape attempts aboard Sovereign had been easily foiled and the new ship didn't seem to be in nearly as much chaos as the last one. Still the doors were open,...

"Don't even think of it, missy." The security crewman they had sent with her had noticed her wistful look. That was another reason she couldn't make a break for it. She was being watched by a security crewman until the new ships security arrived.

"That's ambassador missy to you, young man." The tall coltish fourteen year old said trying to sound imperious and realizing her voice didn't do that deep resonant gravelly thing it used to do, up till the day before yesterday. Everything was new and familiar all at once, scary and yet she had not been safer in a couple years, she was just so used to running, it was second nature. It was everything she could muster to not dart through the exit.

Gregory had traversed the gap between Deck 6 and the transporter room quite easily. His assignment had been to report to Transporter Room 1, which was on Deck 7, adjacent to the Medical Bay. Why one of the nurses hadn't reported to whom he needed to take charge of was beyond him, though he figured it showed how busy the Nautilus was with medical treatment at the moment. In the place of various older jefferies tubes, turbo lifts had been mounted. One such went directly from Deck 6 to Deck 7, whereupon Gregory was to exit and head straight for his new charge.

When he entered, he noted several security personnel surrounding a younger girl. He quickly took stock of his present predicament, noting that some of the security crewman looked worse for wear. He gave the men a nod, "Welcome aboard the Nautilus, gentlemen, young miss. I'm Master Chief Petty Officer Paladin, and due to the emergency situation we have on our hands, I've been assigned to relieve you of your security detail temporarily. If you'll follow me, we'll head to sickbay."

Prompt and direct. He waited to see them move, before turning to head toward sickbay.

Tyrlai looked suspiciously at the corridor beyond where she stood. The others walked through quickly except for her own guard who was waiting to return to the Sovereign. "I've been to sickbay for the better part of the last nine days. Can we see something else. The shuttle bay for instance, or the bridge or torpedo control. Something like that would be nice. Mister Master Paladin was it? I think we need to explore this ship, does it go to Earth, that would be a good first choice." She sidled towards the door facing the Chief every step of the way.

"What is that panel behind you there, what does that do?"

"That?" Gregory asked, pointing at what the child was inquiring about. "That's a security station. They're placed around the ship to help with crew reports to the bridge."

When he turned to point she made a break for it, but the door whooshed closed having determined she wasn't moving sufficiently outwards, making her halt her flight suddenly and turn in a small circle exactly back to where she was before her aborted escape attempt.

He smiled, he could not help but be in love with how adorable this kid was. She was very inquisitive, which was healthy. Her nickname for him was quite cute too, something he'd doubt he'd forget.

"Well I suppose we can do some other things," he mused out loud, "Say, we can check the arboretum! You like walks in a miniature park, right?"

"A park? Like with trees? I used to like trees, haven't seen one in a couple years. I expect they haven't changed much." The door whooshed back open as if taunting her, she stepped into the corridor and awaited Mister Master Paladin to lead them to an Arboretum.

Gregory smiled, looking at the door briefly and noting the lack of security personnel. They must have beamed back over to wherever they had come from. He looked back to Tyrlai, reaching down to gently take her hand into his own, saying, "If you'll follow me young miss," and proceeded to guide her through the corridor.

Unlike other Miranda-class vessels, the Nautilus was not equipped with a holo-deck. Its refit had been basic, and it had been intended to fulfill the role of destroyer escort for internal shipping lanes and the like. The war-time efforts it had endured, and the present situation it was involved in with its larger Sovereign-class cousin, were completely unintentional for its mission. To that end, its decks were primarily the same as an older refit model, and the Arboretum was located on the other side of deck six, right past the general offices and meeting rooms.

Walking up to the first door of the Arboretum - it had two entrances - Gregory guided his guest inside, letting her hand go. As the doors slid open for them, then closed behind them, a wash of fresh and pure air flowed over the duo. Around them various species of native birds (or what passed for avians) flew away from the entrance. The sky was clearly holo-generated, as was the vast scene beyond the walls of glorious snow-capped mountains. The room itself had live trees - some earth species, some alien, but all compatible with each other. There was a walking path that twined through the trees, and it was clear to a casual, experience observer as to where the holo-generation began and where the actual Arboretum ended.

The Arboretum on the Nautilus was around two compartments long, and was equipped with standard holo-emitters to fill in the gaps for the background scenery and the native wildlife. The only things real in the room were the fauna, flora, the dirt and grass, the walking path that seemed to go from one end to the other, and the small river that seemed to extend further than it should. Beyond this, the emitters filled in the rest. There was several park benches as well, Gregory motioning towards one.

"This is what we call the 'Garden Room' around here," Gregory said, relaxing a bit as he breathed in the real, fresh oxygen. "Don't have a holo-deck, so we settle for this. I say it's better. You can generally find any type of forest animal here too, and we've named a few, befriended many. The computers fill those in, you know, including the mountains. You like it?"

"I like the notion," she said belying the years hidden within her lanky youthful frame, "the smell and taste of the air mixes with the holoprojection to make it all seem much more real." Tyrlai turned slowly in a circle looking at all the odd plants. Her hands held in front of her, fingers interlaced. Trill was a cool temperate world with mountains and tall trees, and she would often run through the trees at first light, before school. Mornings were a fresh start, the previous day whisked away with the fog. Generally the only part of the day she hadn't yet disappointed her parents too badly. She hadn't thought of them recently. It had been nine days since her rescue, surely they would have heard she'd been rescued by now. "Do you have any garl-cats?" She asked after the shy, snowy pelted felines that would hunt the valley with the morning mists.

"Garl-cats?" Gregory mused, questionably. He had never heard of the things, honestly. He watched the smaller Tyrlai seemed to touch some favinit plants, a flora native to Vulcan.

"Well I'm not really sure," he replied, "but we can see. Computer-" his voice raising a decibel "-do you have any fauna under the name of 'garl-cat' in your banks?"

There was a soft, affirmative chime. Gregory seemed to relax a bit, obviously pleased with the computers answer. A smile played at the corner of his lips. "Alright then, can you produce one for the young miss here? Thank you, computer."

Another soft, affirmative chime, this time elongated and responsive. The air temperature seemed to cool a bit, a breeze wafting over the two. Gregory knelt beside Tyrlai, watching her as a minute ticked by without any sighting. The meantime produced a variety of relaxing scenes and soothing sounds in the Garden Room; the scenery a true representation of a peaceful, if fluid, place. A heavy fog drifted over the larger mountains in the distance, and further down the slopes one could note the trees being swayed by a heavier breeze than the one that was felt nearest to the two. There was a soft rustling in the bushes behind them, and at first Gregory thought this the computers way of introducing his request. He looked, and his eyes widened a bit, and his expression softened.

A kitten, no older than a few weeks, sprung forth from the foliage nearby. Its pelt was of a white coloration, and although it looked nothing specifically like an earth-feline, it still maintained some of the features. If Gregory could describe its shape, it was similar to that of a snow leopard., except, well, cuter. It mewled softly, a noise that easily broke the defenses of any hardened man; Gregory included. Its eyes, so alien, yet so familiar, trained on the young miss, and it approached cautiously, almost exactingly.

"I think this is your garl-cat," Gregory said, smiling widely, looking toward Tyrlai for her response. "We have a habit of naming any animal we make here. Don't worry, if and when you go back to your ship, I'll take good care of her or him."

Tyrlai stepped forward, on Trill a lone cub as playful as this one would be nowhere far from a very dangerous mother. But this was a ship in a nebula sectors from her home and this one was less likely to get her killed. She was about to kneel when a chime went off and a holocommunication kicked in. She turned to see a stern looking Trill woman with ice blue eyes, dark black hair tied in an efficient bun and a similar tone of coppery golden skin as she had.

"There you are." She glared and Tyrlai suddenly felt very small and frightened once more. Almost as if the pirate captain she'd escaped from had suddenly come back to life.

"Mother?"

"How dare you!! You just had to create a scene, didn't you. It wasn't enough to embarrass us with your disappearance you had to go and steal a symbiont!! You will not bury this family in scandal, and we will not bear the expense when the commission correct this mistake and place Zade elsewhere."

"But,..." She started, the avalanche of a thousand lectures roaring down upon her.

"Quiet. I don't have to listen to your excuses any longer and I am very happy for the respite. We have had you legally and formally disavowed. You are not to attempt to contact any member of this family ever again or you will be censured. You wanted your precious freedom so badly, well you have it. We will not respond to any further communication, we have already applied for a new child, you will not be missed."

There was a terse shimmer and the holocomm channel closed. Tyrlai blinked and her hands curled into fists for a few moments. She breathed and then turned and knelt before the cub, ruffling her hands through its downy scruff. "I give you the name I no longer need little garl-kit. I name you Starkiller." The kit cooed and turned in a circle seemingly approving of its unnecessarily provocative moniker.

She glanced over at Mister Master Paladin who seemed concerned. "That was my name on the pirate ship. I was hoping to sound fierce and powerful so the others wouldn't mess with me so much." She stood and smoothed the tunic she had gotten after her surgery, a plain blue starfleet civilian tunic. She talked in a low and measured tone, as much to herself as to her Starfleet escort. "I no longer need to try to puff up my feathers. I have twenty lifetimes of knowledge now."

Gregory was agast at what he had seen transpire. After seeing her resolution on the matter, however, he managed a weak smile.

"That's a nice name," he said. "We'll take good care of Starkiller."
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Re: Mission Six: "Unto the Breach, Part II"

Fri Jun 03, 2016 3:59 am

Victory Party, Part I
After the battle
IKC Grethor
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Portland Crew: Captain Alenis Meru, Cmdr. Timothy Rouse, Maj. Judith Rouse (played by Timothy Rouse), Esnign Malbi Tai-Konjah
Endeavour Crew: Captain Marcus Byrne, Commander Eahar R'Soll, Lieutenant Yvette Beauvoir, Lieutenant T'Ana Mitchell
Others: Captain T'Lisa Anderson and the crew of the Canterbury, General Mar'dok


Strolling through the damaged corridors of the Portland, Alenis and Tim surveyed the damage before them. There were ruptured conduits, collapsed bulkheads, and piles of scorched rubble everywhere. Somehow, it didn't seem right for them to leave someone else in charge of the massive repair efforts while they celebrated on another ship in full dress uniform, but they both knew that declining Mar'dok's invitation or his barrels of bloodwine would likely cause a diplomatic incident.

Alenis sighed as she stepped over yet another pile of debris. "We took a beating yesterday..." she said in a somber tone. What was implied, but left unsaid, was that this may have been the Portland's last mission. With a ship this old, and having taken this much damage, it was likely that Starfleet would strip her for parts and tow her hulk to a scrapyard; a rather undignified end for a little ship that put up such a fight.

And then, her crew would be scattered all over Starfleet. She might get a newer ship to replace a retiring CO, Tim might get his own command, and the rest of her officers would be on to bigger and better things. Though she had never had any qualms about moving to a new assignment, the idea of breaking up the family that was the Portland disturbed her greatly.

"It was more then a beating," Tim said. "The ship was almost destroyed, with most of its crew still on board." He hated how close they had been to total disaster. Way to close to his liking.

As they entered the transporter room, there was another woman already there.

"Judith," said Alenis, looking the other woman in the eye, "are you sure this is a good idea? Your ex-husband will be there..."

"First of all, I'm not letting myself be scared away from a function I have just as much a right to as any other." Judith said. "And second, he isn't my ex-husband yet. Something I plan on taking care off as soon as I can." She was nervous because off the latter. "With avoiding him I can't get a divorce," she continued with a saf laugh.

"Oh?" asked Alenis, raising an eyebrow. "I'm not familiar with the Klingon customs surrounding divorce. I hope there are no swordfights involved..."

Judith looked at the Captain for a few second, deciding if she was joking or not. "I don't have any idea either."

"Well then," replied Alenis, stepping onto the transporter pad, "Let's head over. I, for one, hope that their Heart of Targ and Rokeg blood pie is as good as Mar'dok says it is."

Tim let out a big breath. He wanted to say anything about the Mar'dok subject, but as his sister had pointed out to him, he needed to stay out of it and let her fix it herself. Didn't she understand he just wanted to fix it for her. "Yes, let's go. There is more than enough to celebrate."

"Computer," called out Alenis, straightening her uniform. "Three to beam directly to the main lounge of the IKC Gre'thor."

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USS Canterbury

"Captain, are you certain about leaving Drusa in charge, while we visit the Gre'thor?" Commander Gar'Rel asked.

"Well, old friend, it is probably a better idea than taking her onto a vessel filled with Klingons." Captain Anderson replied.

"True, but I still do not trust her, ma'am." The Security Chief confessed.

"I am unsure of her myself, so I have asked Commander Muller and Sergeant Sorensen to keep an eye on her." Anderson said.

As they neared the transporter room, the were met by Doctor Emily Dalziel.

"Captain, Commander, do you mind if I join you? I've never been on a Klingon vessel before." Asked the blonde-haired CMO.

"I have no objections, Doctor. Commander, how about you?" The Captain said.

"I am happy for you to join us, Doctor." Said the Ursinoid.

"Thank you, ma'am, sir." Emily said.

They entered the transporter room, stepped on to the pads and the Captain said to the operator, "Three to beam to the IKC Gre'thor."

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USS Endeavour, Transporter Room 1

Marcus stepped through the door into the Transporter Room. He had taken enough time to get cleaned up after the battle, survey the damage, and to check on the crew. He wore his standard black open duty uniform with the Commander's red, he knew better than to wear a dress uniform aboard a Klingon starship. He gave a smile to his XO, Chief Counselor, and Chief of Intelligence as he said, "Let's try not to cause any international incidents."

T'Ana looked at the Captain. "Of course not, why would we want to?"

"Does that mean, I should accept or refuse a challenge?" Yvette asked.

"If you accept, you better win," the Commander quipped. He had been working on his bat'leth skills for just such an occasion.

The comment of the Endeavour's Intelligence Chief made T'Ana realize that she once again hadn't picked up on sarcasm. She simply said "Ah," and walked on the transporter pad.

"Well then, let's head over," replied Eahar. "I assume we've all taken our alcohol inhibitor injections," he added, sensitive to the fact that his physiology didn't react well to liquor and the Klingons enjoy sharing their bloodwine at these sort of things.

The four officers stepped onto the transport pad. With a nod towards the Transporter Chief, Marcus said, "Four to beam over."

With that the four of them were dematerialized in the blue sparkle of Federation transport technology.

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IKC Gre'thor

The Klingon ship looked as all Klingon ship's do on the inside, barely spaceworthy with spotty lighting. Inside the main gathering hall were what seemed like the entirety of the Gre'thor's crew as well as representatives of the other Bird-of-Prey ships that had followed Mar'dok into battle. Barrels of bloodwine littered the area and the sounds of Klingons enjoying themselves. Fights were breaking out, bloodwine was flowing, and the sounds of joking and boasting rang through the hall.

General Mar'dok laughed loudly and slapped the Klingon beside him on the back. It had been a very funny joke. He didn't necessarily relish the idea of Starfleet officers scampering through his ship and they were always the buzzkill, but they did fight with bravery and honor. They deserved to be part of this party as much as the...Cardassians.

As the blue transporter beams began to materialize the arrivals from the Federation ships and the gold of the Cardassians, the General shoved his mug into the nearest crewman's chest and ordered, "More bloodwine!"

The staggering Klingon made his way over to a barrel of bloodwine, where he bumped into yet another staggering Klingon by the name of Malbi. Amongst the inebriated Klingons, her inebriated self was right at home. She and the Klingon who'd run into her let out a laugh and a cheer, then drank to eachother's heath. Malbi's own crew was probably astounded by her new outgoing attitude, but she didn't mind. She was relishing the opportunity to be around her own kind again, and to drink excessively.

After materializing on the Klingon vessel Judith needed a moment to take in her surroundings. It <i>obviously</i> wasn't her first time on a Klingon vessel. Hell, her latest accident where she lost her last chance at being a Marine was on a Klingon vessel. The noise and smell were overwhelming. As she looked around she notices Mar'dok, and he had seen her too. She quickly walked to the barrels of bloodwine and took a cup. She needed some extra courage when she would face him.

"He's at three o'clock," whispered Alenis into Judith's ear as she took a mug in her hand as well.

"I'm aware of that," Judith sneered taking a large sil of the drink. "Do me a favor and keep Tim away from him, I need to do this by myself." she looked at her brother who was standing on the opposite ofnthe room, glaring at her soon to be ex-husband.

"Ah, Judith. Have you finally come to see your husband?" came the boisterous voice of Mar'dok, filled with confidence from the bloodwine and the victory over the Borg. He didn't yet walk towards his estranged wife, he had to keep up appearances after all.

She looked at him, seriously trying to remember what she ever saw in him. "Do you have a moment?" she asked. Not wanting their personal stuff to be overheard by the whole damn ship.

The General downed his mug of bloodwine and made his way over to Judith. He gave the nearest group of Klingons a look that moved them over a couple more meters. "Yes, what did you want to talk about?" he asked in his gruff and raspy voice.

Annoyed by the tone he spoke with she replied to him in annoyance. "What do you think? Oh, wait. Maybe we need to discuss a little thing called our marriage, especially how we are going to end it."

All the Klingons around Mar'dok gasped. Divorce was not difficult to get under the Klingon legal system if both parties consented, but the fact that his wife was demanding one called into question Mar'dok's honour. If it was another man, the General would be duty-bound to challenge him to the death. With a swift motion, the General drew his mek'leth. "It is time for the ritual of the Kal'tak"
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Victory Party, Part II
After the battle
IKC Grethor
Authors:
Portland Crew: Captain Alenis Meru, Cmdr. Timothy Rouse, Lieutenant Jason Beauvoir, Maj. Judith Rouse (played by Timothy Rouse)
Endeavour Crew: Captain Marcus Byrne, Lieutenant Yvette Beauvoir,
Others: General Mar'dok, a bunch of boisterous Klingons, Gul Jatok

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All the Klingons around Mar'dok gasped. Divorce was not difficult to get under the Klingon legal system if both parties consented, but the fact that his wife was demanding one called into question Mar'dok's honour. If it was another man, the General would be duty-bound to challenge him to the death. With a swift motion, the General drew his mek'leth. "It is time for the ritual of the Kal'tak"

And now, the continuation...


“You honourless petaQ.” K’MaQ, son of Al’Ren screamed drawing his bat’leth. He’d just found out that the Starfleet officer standing in front of him was the same Beauvoir who had attacked his brother and cousin, without honour, on a Federation station nearly 10 years ago.

Jason dodged the blow that attempted to relieve him of his head, causing the blade to impact the bulkhead instead.

As the Klingon readied the weapon for another blow, Jason looked around for something with which to defend himself.

Picking up an ornate candle holder, he held it up in front of him, only for it to be cleaved in half by K’MaQ’s next blow.

The large Klingon howled and charged at Jason swinging.

The bat’leth was within millimetres of his head, when it was stopped by another blade.

He turned to see his sister, Yvette, with her Romulan honour blade locked with K’MaQ’s bat’leth.

Staring the Klingon down, Yvette said. “K’MaQ, son of Al’Ren, you will not reclaim your family’s honour by slaying by unarmed brother. Now, stand down, before lose what honour you still possess.”

The Klingon bared his teeth, but backed off. He was however unable to prevent himself from say. “Keep your brother away from me, little warrior, or he may just lose his head.”

“Merci, ma petite soeur.” Jason said.

“Pas de problem, mon grand frère.” Yvette replied returning her honour blade to its scabbard. “So, how is my niece?”

"She seems to be acclimatizing well." Jason replied as he caught his breath.

Almost interrupting, Commander Byrne walked up to the gathered Beauvoirs. He knew better than to offer someone with a hint of Vulcan blood a handshake, so he simply said, "So, you must be the famous Jason Beauvoir. Your sister has shared a few stories about you."

"And after hearing these stories, you still wanted to meet me, Commander?" Jason joked.

The Commander gave a sly smile then quickly remarked, "Well, I had to see if they were true." He turned to Yvette before playfully asking, "What was the story about the tribble and a warp core breach?"

"That was not a normal tribble, it had been altered to feed on warp plasma and caused a warp core breach." Jason explained.

Yvette let a smile cross her lips at the thought of such an incident.

"Warp core breaches and tribbles, you know they are a sworn enemy to the Empire?" Marcus replied, imagining the Klingon crew scrambling if they thought a tribble capable of causing warp core breaches was aboard. "What made it such a special tribble?"

"Well-meaning scientists, trying prevent tribble-related food shortages, genetically altered some tribbles to feed on solar energy. Unfortunately another mutation caused one of its descendants to develop a taste for warp energy."

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Hanging back, Alenis sipped her bloodwine, surveying the room, but keeping a careful eye on the unfolding scene between Judith and Mar'dok, when she felt a presence next to her.

"Captain Alenis," said a Cardassian voice which could only be Gul Jatok. "I thought you were killed on Gamia III. Is this some sort of Federation trickery?"

"I was dead," replied Alenis in a dismissive tone. She had read reports of the Cardassians' valiant efforts to hold off the tactical cube and protect the Endeavour while it accomplished its part of the mission. But even one act of bravery couldn't erase what the Cardassians did to her, to her people, and to her family. She still hated Cardassians, and part of her still wanted revenge for what they had done to Bajor. But she had had enough fighting for today. "It's a long story. If you'll excuse me," she added, dismissively as she took a step away from him, "I need to freshen my drink."

As she turned away from Jatok, Alenis saw and heard voices being raised and a commotion happening around Mar'dok and Judith. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Tim swiftly walking over towards the gathering throng, a look of anger on his face. Remembering Judith's request, Alenis swiftly darted next to him and grabbed him by the arm. "Tim," she said, looking up at her executive officer, "leave them be."

"But," he said before realising there was no point in mentioning what he wanted to do. "I'm really going to kill that guy."

"I don't think that will help. Besides, Judith can take care of herself," replied Meru. Even though she was an only child, she could imagine what it was like for Tim to want to protect his little sister. "It's Klingon stuff; honour and all. Best if you just let her handle it."

The conversation was interrupted by Mar'dok's booming voice. "Choose your champion!" he shouted, brandishing his mek'leth, when his eyes caught those of Tim's. The crowd between Tim and Mar'dok parted as the General pointed his blade directly at Tim. "Commander Rouse," he said, with fire in his eyes. He did not particularly care for Rouse, and would enjoy going toe to toe with him. "Will you fight for your sister?"

Tim stepped forward to challenge Mar'dok, but stopped when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Glancing over, he saw Judith pulling him back.

"No," she said, stepping in front of Tim, her step shorter than before and her face wincing in pain as her back was acting up again. "I can choose anyone I want as my champion, and I choose myself."

A collective gasp emanated from the Klingons surrounding the three of them. For a woman to choose one's self as one champion was almost unheard of, but there was a precedent in Klingon mythology. Only a few decades after the Age of Kahless, one of his great-granddaughters, Adjur, chose herself as her champion and fought her husband for a divorce, winning and choosing to spare his life, but not his name, which was lost to history and never spoken again.

"If I must fight for my freedom from you, I will," said Judith, with a fire in her eyes as she stared down her husband. "But ask yourself this: how much honour is there in killing your wife, a woman who has been almost crippled in battle, a woman you had vowed to protect?"

Mar'dok swung his Mek'leth around, flashing the finely polished blade and pointing it at Judith before smirking and re-sheathing it. "rIn ngoS tlhogh cha!**" he exclaimed, before bowing in front of Judith. "Q'apla!"

Judith blinked a few times before she let out the breath she apparently been holding.

When Mar'dok had walked away she looked at Tim and before she knew it his arms were around her. "Bravo, sis," He said with a huge grin on his face.


**Our marriage is over

To be continued...
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Re: Mission Six: "Unto the Breach, Part II"

Fri Jun 03, 2016 4:08 am

Victory Party, Part III
After the battle
IKC Grethor
Authors:
Portland Crew: Captain Alenis Meru, Ensign Nikki Barclay (played by Alenis Meru)
Endeavour Crew: Captain Marcus Byrne, Lieutenant Miracle Swiftpaws
Others: Captain T'Lisa Anderson (played by Jason Beauvoir), Gul Jatok

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Mar'dok swung his Mek'leth around, flashing the finely polished blade and pointing it at Judith before smirking and re-sheathing it. "rIn ngoS tlhogh cha!**" he exclaimed, before bowing in front of Judith. "Q'apla!"

Judith blinked a few times before she let out the breath she apparently been holding.

When Mar'dok had walked away she looked at Tim and before she knew it his arms were around her. "Bravo, sis," He said with a huge grin on his face.

And now, the continuation...



Doors whooshed open, Miracle shot through them in full flight, her eyes were wide, ear fully flat and her tail windmilling behind her for balance. "Squelp! Squealies squawk! Squillies squek! Sqilons squawzy!" As she careened into anyone in her path into room full of Officers from various ships that partook in the raid against the Borg Complex. A few seconds later the doors whooshed open as a herd of Klingons rushed in and coming to a stop really quick. From the rear of the group of Klingons, "I know that oversized Tribble came in..." Realizing where they was at.

"Tribble?" asked Nikki, approaching the Mousian, and forgetting about how Klingons felt about the furry creatures. "Where? I love tribbles! They're so cute!" In truth, she had loved tribbles a little too much. During her time at the academy, she had adopted a couple tribbles, and of course, was responsible for no less than two tribble infestations in her dorm.

Seeing Miracle enter, T'Lisa raised an eyebrow, she'd never encountered a Mousian before. Excusing herself from her group, she approached women. "Good evening, Lieutenant, Ensign, I am Captain T'Lisa Anderson of the Canterbury, and you are?"

"Iz Miracle Swiftpaws, CFO of Endeavour!" She stands up to her full 5 foot height. "Itz a pleasure to meet yooz. Could someone please tell them Ridgeheads, Iz mean Klingon. Iz am not a tribble?!" She points to the Klingons at the entrance after seeing few more Klingons in the room with the Senior Officers.

"I will endeavour to do so, Lieutenant, but I know from personal experience, that Klingons can be quite stubborn when it comes to first impressions." T'Lisa replied.

"It should be obvious that Iz am not one! These tribbles, Iz presume, don't wear uniforms?" Miracle calming down. "Mez Lady Captain T'Lisa."

T'Lisa understood Miracle's outburst, but decided to change the subject. "Lieutenant, you said, you were on the Endeavour, then you must know my daughter, Lieutenant Yvette Beauvoir?"

"Squeak! Iz ran across her a few times." Miracle smiled warmily. "Wez rescued Lieutenant Beauvoir from Nova Colony during a Borg attack on the place. Iz was at the helm. Then wez lost Captain Banninga to them. Wez went and got her back. Iz am glad wez was able to reunite her with yooz."

"I am glad that you were able to save Captain Banninga, and my daughter." T'Lisa replied.

"All inna dayz work. Yooz involved in the fight against the Borg Unicomplex?" Miracle relaxing, as she looked at T'Lisa. She was enjoying the moment.

"Yes, my ship and crew provided support during and in the aftermath of the battle." T'Lisa replied.

"Squeak." Miracle nodded her approval. "Yooz participation was much appreciated, Mez Lady Captain T'Lisa."


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After partaking in the celebrations and watching all the hubbub, Gul Jatok decided to try once more. Seeing the Bajoran captain polish off a glass of blood wine, he figured that she might be a little more willing to talk now than she had been earlier in the evening.

"Captain Alenis," he said softly as he approached her from behind. "I'm afraid it's been a long time since we've talked. I must say I'm both surprised and relieved to see you alive."

"Not quite long enough," shot back Alenis, before sighing deeply and turning towards Jatok. But, whether it was the influence of the liquor or the fact that Jatok was shorter and less intimidating in person, she didn't feel quite the same level of fear and hatred as she usually did when face to face with a Cardassian. And she had questions that she wanted answered... mostly about her half-sister. "My apologies, Gul," she replied, remembering all the self-restraint that she had learned in her diplomatic courses, "being born on Bajor has given me a certain... wariness... around Cardassians. I'm sure you understand..."

"Yes..." Jatok stared into her eyes for a moment, but instead of trying intimidate her, he offered her a faint smile before glancing over his shoulder to check for eavesdroppers. "I suppose my people have much to apologize for. Please, allow me to refill your drink."

Alenis was taken aback. She had never seen a Cardassian show remorse for the occupation, or for their role in the Dominion War. As her mind was attempting to process what she had just heard, Jatok had time to snatch the mug from her hand and refill both his and hers from a large barrel. As he pressed the mug into Alenis' hand, he tried again to disarm her. "A Bajoran drinking with a Cardassian... I suppose fate can make strange bedfellows."

"Indeed," replied Alenis, her eyes narrowing as she examined Jatok's face closely for signs of deceit, faint sneers, or anything like that. But they weren't there. "I'm sorry, did you just..."

Jatok held his hand up and interrupted her. "Not all of us are remorseless killers," he said. "I joined the military during the occupation, and I did things on Bajor that I'm not proud of. We all did. Cardassia needs to atone for what we did on Bajor; if we do not confront our past, we can not move forward."

After taking a big swig of her drink, Alenis looked back at Jatok. "Fascinating, but I'm not sure what that has to do with--"

"I just thought you might be curious as to why I arranged your sister's escape," replied Jatok.

"And you think that this somehow makes up for what you did to Bajor?" shot back Alenis, incredulously. "That this makes up for the horrors of the occupation?"

"No," replied Jatok, glancing out the window out at the stars. "No, I don't."
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