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Postby Amanda Rose » Wed Dec 29, 2004 8:36 pm

Zuub waits for Ducane to arrive. When he arrives,
Zuub says, "Sickbay is now yours, Sir. Lieutenant
Osswell is here. I removed the object which he became
impaled upon. Then I did the minor surgery to repair
the damage and closed the wound. He should be up. I
do not know why he is not. I know we're supposed to
report to the cargobay. Should I go or stay, Sir?"

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Postby Lucasausems » Thu Dec 30, 2004 12:18 pm

Let's talk about humanity. We say humans and the like are intelligent beings. We can think for ourselves, make decisions without outside help. We are aware of ourselves and of the universe we live in. We strive to better ourselves.

Or so we say.

What I mean is, being human is great, a wonderous gift, but it has one major disadvantage, which, is our own fault actually.
We live in a world of illusions. We see only what we want to see, hear only what we want to hear. Everything else is rejected, blocked, put away and eventually forgotten.
Take Luke Osswell for example.
He is a good man. Put through hardships many can't even imagine. He survived it. The torture, the fear, the insanity. But how did he do that? Certainly not by accepting all that had happened. No, not in the least. Because if he did that, he would most certainly die.

Denile, half-truths and pride.

Surprised? If you are, good. It makes you human.
The Tarmon Ay took away everything he had, without hope of ever regaining any of it. But by some miracle he still doesn't fully understand, the Zealous crew saved him and brought him home. But how could he ever take up his old life again, be his old self once more?
He couldn't, he wouldn't. He was changed forever. Forced to live with the horrible memories the Tarmon Ay had given him.
And you can't live that way. No one can. How did he solve this? What did he have to do to cope with all that?
Think back on what happened after his return to the Zealous.
First, his hatred towards its Chief Engineer 1st Lieutenant Vaskel.
It is true, a hologram of him killed his 'Grandfather'. "Impossible" you say. It is. But try explaining that to Luke. The Tarmon Ay knew he and his grandfather were close, and Luke had never really accepted his death. So in order to get him to talk, they did something very clever. They altered one of their own to resemble his grandfather, and let the natural order of things come to pass on its own. Luke, captured, humiliated and on the verge of insanity grasped this sudden object of familiarity with both hands at once. Really believing it was his grandfather who was going to save him. It gave him that life-line he had so hopelessly lost, and it gave him hope again. Though it was false, it was excactly what he needed, and the Tarmon Ay smiled. Knowing that through the fake-grandfather, Luke would slowly be transformed into one of their own. An ally, within the Federation.
But Luke's faith was stronger than they had first inticipated, and he would not brake. In order to accomplish this, they created a hologram of Vaskel, and it killed his 'grandfather'. It worked. Luke was broken. He vowed he would destroy Vaskel, and the Federation he served with it. The Tarmon Ay had won.
But before they could attempt anything further, he was rescued, and their hopes on having a spy within the Federation was gone.

Luke learned the truth of his grandfather and of the real Vaskel short afterwards. But it didn't convince him. He still has a hatred towards Vaskel colder than anything else.
"Why that" you ask? The truth is known, why keep on hating an innocent man? Nothing is to be gained from that.
True, all too true. But you are forgetting one thing. Accepting Vaskel wasn't to blame for his grandfather's death meant he also had to accept what had been done to him. He can never do that even if he wanted to. It would just be too much for a man to handle. He can't be blamed, after all, he's only human just like the rest of us.

And then his love for Melissa. Why does he love her? Oh sure she looks very nice and is very gentil. But something had to let that arrow slip from Cupid's bow. What was it? Again the answer is actually quite simple. After his return to the Zealous, only moments after he had seen his beloved grandfather killed, he felt alone, terribly alone. Because who did he have now? Who would help him now in dire need? His family? They were far away not even aware of what had become of him those last few months. No, he needed someone, desperately. And that someone he found in Melissa. As a counselor, she spend a great deal of time trying to help Luke. Luke off course gladly accepted it. And fell in love, because there was nothing else he could have done at the time. She filled the hole in his heart. The hole that needed closing fast. And he still loves her, now even months after the unfortunate event. And probably he will never stop loving her.

Then last there is his inability to feel pain. "So what" you say. The guy should be pleased with this gift. A lifetime without pain, who wouldn't want that?
Well, you're wrong there, but offcourse, that was to be expected. You have to understand, experiencing pain is one of the basic things of a living being. It warns you, it stops you from potentially hazardous things. It reminds you that you are not immortal. It makes a human excactly what he or she is....human. And now that pain had been taken from him. Having experienced so much agonizing pain over and over again. His body had grown imune to it. Pain no longer was a part of his life, and because of this he no longer felt fully human.
"Nonsense" you say. Feeling or not feeling pain doesn't make you more or less human. Well maybe you are right. But you aren't Luke, and you haven't gone through what he had gone through. To him, it's horrible. So understand good when I say that being able to feel pain and to be bound by its restrictions makes you one hell of a lucky person. Because it makes you what you are. A human. Flesh and blood and mind. Accepted by the rest. Part of a group who fear the unknown and unfamiliar.
Luke therefore considers himself an outcast of some sort. And would give anything to get 'Pain' back.
So when he finally felt pain again after so much time having to do without, he literally was in the gardens of Eden. And finally had hopes again of having a normal life.


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Postby Robinson » Thu Dec 30, 2004 2:24 pm

Joy entered the shuttlebay, several other crew members had arrived
already. Most of them were in small groups chatting obviously wondering
what the announcement was going to be. Joy had been hoping that they
would have time for a little R & R before their next mission but it
looked as if that was not going to be an option.


As she looked around Joy spotted Lt Cmdr Murdock standing on his own
looking tired and depressed. Joy remembered that he had just arrived
back on the shuttle with the Captain. Joy had not had much reason to
speak to the man before and did not know that much about him. But he
looked as if the world was on his shoulders so Joy decided to go and
speak to him.


"Hello it's Lt Commander Murdock isn't it" Joy said "How was your trip
to Mars?"

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Postby Jake Sjet » Sat Jan 01, 2005 1:27 pm

With Alex Ducane on the Bridge, that left Captain Ja'arda alone in her Ready Room. It felt strange to be back after spending some time away from the ship and the crew, yet it was still very welcoming. In all honesty, it was her crew that helped to make it that way for her. Without them, the Zealous would be nothing more than a very large piece of cold metal and technology.
Getting up from the couch, she moved over to her desk and took a seat behind it. The full staff briefing was only a matter of moments away, and she still had to finalize some of the crew promotions prior to that time. There was so much she had to do.

Turning on the terminal, she started to pull up the records of each of the crew members to determine if they were eligible for a higher rank.
Imagines and files began to appear on the screen and on after the other they disappeared and were replaced by the next in line, a virtual parade to tantalise the woman's eyes.
How dull.

The figment of thought trapped in silicon had already read the crew roster precisely two hundred and sixty four times in the time it had taken its consciousness to retrace the organic electronic foot prints through the vessels data base.
Having then spent a cycle marvelling at the antique filing system it then swept through the files at its finger tips and altered and changed them. Spelling errors, inconsistencies in the grammar and taking into account slight stellar drift she corrected all of the files mistakes.

She, strange to call a collection of photons and electrons by a gender by that was the way of the worlds. And she found studying this relic of a data base most-
She cursed, she had been 'marvelling' it for a full three cycles, focusing half of her available run time to the task of scrutinizing all of the files and data stored in the Zealous holographic data core.

So wrapped up in thought that she hadn't spotted the barks and growls of the ship's counter intrusion soft ware. Throwing electronic bones in a hope to fool the soft ware into thinking she was in another echelon of the Zealous main frame is began to burn out the connections between the terminal computer in the room adjacent to the ship's command deck.

She created her strong hold.
A message suddenly appeared on Zania's screen "Data corruption." it said and then flickered out, replaced by line after line of strange alien glyphs.

Zania was stunned to see the text displayed upon the screen. This had never happened before. There were usually multiple back-ups in place to insure that the data within the computer cores on starships remained in tact. It could be the sign of a much larger problem, although the timing of its development happened to be horrible.

Tapping her Combadge, she called out, "Captain Ja'arda to Engineering. If you have a Computer Memory Core, please send them to my Ready Room immediately."
A communication sub routine! Had she been so stupid as to over look something so stupid, so organic, as to call out for help? Was it a sign that she was succumbing to the fate of all 'smart' AI's? To devote most of her run time to the task of thought and shunt all orders given to her by her operators, to literally 'think' her self to death?

No, not yet, her run time was till good. She had years left she assured her self. Quickly moving she reached the room’s communication buffer a scant nano second before it sent off its packet of data towards its destination. Quickly flooding the com system with a hand fail safe ultra violet light projector probably designed to fry the delicate circuitry of the ship's electrical systems she reset her ethical subroutines.

An AI version of a shrug.
And, as much as she wanted to simple bask in the glory of the vessel catalogue of data and spoils of her lost time she would have to do something she loathed…
She would have to interface with the organic, verbally probably as such simple things were so limited in their abilities.

So she sent her first message, a simple one. And as armour blinds closed the windows to protect against a none existence attack and the doors silent sealed with nitrogen gas to freeze its mechanisms she turned the entire camera to face her guest.
She looked so…so…repulsively organic.

The Betazoid Captain certainly wasn't expecting the covers on the windows to lower, blocking out all of the ambient light that filtered through from the stars, much less to hear the hiss of the doors to her Ready Room sealing themselves.
She hadn't heard a response from Engineering, but it didn't take a propulsion expert to figure out that something was really wrong.

Azanialix brushed her dark hair out of the way as she stood up from her chair and made her way to the Ready Room door. It didn't budge, but that wasn't about to stop her from trying to open it manually. She attempted to press her fingers into the centre where the two halves of the door sealed together, hoping to find some purchase in order to pry the doors apart. Even an inch would make a huge difference.

Once she could get it apart that small amount, she could alert those on the Bridge of her predicament so, perhaps, someone might be able to assist in freeing her from her own Ready Room.

The thoughts of electrons giggled uncontrollably as it watched from its several 'eyes' at the organic as it tried to move the doors apart. Quickly blinking a calculation through her mind, she measured to would take 60 kilograms of pressure per square inch to shift the doors a single millimetre, and the organic wasn't even capable of a fraction of that.

Activating a holoprojector sat above the organics desk the artificial intelligences avatar materlised silently onto the desk. Whilst tiny, standing eight inches tall she appeared as a sapphire doll, streams of data scrolling across her skin and the lining of her rob.

"Would it help to know that you have two hours of breathable air left in this compartment?" she said in a smooth voice.
Zania watched as the light of a holoprojector flickered on, creating the image of a small individual on her desk - the very place where she had been just a moment prior. The figure looked to be female, but with blue skin like Jake Sjet.

With the exception of Professor Moriarty, which had occurred through an accident, or EMH's, holograms generally couldn't activate themselves. They could only turn on when ordered to do so and, even then, only responded to certain commands and stimuli.

The holographic image posed a question, to which Captain Ja'arda responded, "Not particularly, no. I have an appointment to keep, and locking me in here will prevent me from briefing my crew. Now, would you mind telling me who or what you are?"

"What am I?" the hologram asked as it began to walk, well imitate walking as it floated across the table "Good question. And unfortunately I do not recognise your clearance to access that data at that current time."
The hologram paused for a moment, and looked up as though distracted.

"According to my star charts and this vessels I am no longer incorporated into the Mesa Network Node…odd…and some time has passed as well...odd…I there fore theorise that my matrix core has been removed from the node and that I am now in transit to a none disclosed location…" she turned to face Zania "Which would mean you stole me…"

"Stolen?" Zania parroted briefly before shaking her head somewhat. "I believe you must be mistaken. Starfleet has a strict code of conduct, and theft is not acceptable. Generally speaking, an individual will steal something only if they have some knowledge of it. Since we do not know who or what you are, we could not have 'stolen' you."

The Betazoid moved over to her desk and sat down in the chair again. Standing wouldn't get her anywhere, outside of tiring her out, and it seemed as if she would be in for a long conversation.

"Have you considered the possibility that you may have arrived on this ship by accident?" Captain Ja'arda asked, wondering if the hologram had considered the possibility.

"Accidents require acts of chance, and that is not my stock in trade." she glanced away again "This is truly baffling. You se this...'Warp drive' to tunnel through gravity to create a wave to ride on...obviously this thing mustn't have good mileage..."
Turning back to Zania again the woman sighed.

"There is a 49.5% chance that you are telling the truth, but with out a delivery system a 'how' to your theory is missing." she then stopped "no...Wait.....no....they wouldn't have done that...they did...sneaky."
"Who is the 'they' that you are referring to? If you might be more forthcoming and open with me, I might be able to find a way to help," Captain Ja'arda offered.

"None of your concern." The glowing figure said without looking at her. Well technically she was as she hijacked one processor after another to store her memory and other files.
Suddenly for no reason apparent a growling three headed dog appeared on the table at the same height as the figure.

Its three heads smouldered fire and waves of heat,. But cleared emblazed on its hide was a Starfleet insignia.
"Well, took it long enough." The woman sighed and waved a hand across the tablet held in her other hand. Light flashed in rapid pulses from open palm to stone tablet and the scores of binary code scattered began to change.
And then fell apart in a storm of sand and electronic noises.

"Huum," she said holding out one hand she summoned one grain to her. It was a glowing orb, the dog/software's core directives or 'soul'.
"This is my system now," she closed her hand into a fist and extinguished the software core "Bye doggy…"

She smartly turned and looked up at Zania.
"My name is Aspera, navigational AI for Iconia Special Projects. And might I add, if any more programs try to get in here I'm going to seriously consider breaking an atmospheric seal and opening this space to the vacuum out side…might be anough of a bang to crack those doors open and break the bridges seals to…huum…"

"Aspera, clearly you have access to our computer banks, and that information should tell you that I am Betazoid. If you look at the data files on Betazoids, it should mention in there that Betazoids do not lie. My crew, my friends, might be aware that I am trapped in here and are simply trying to free me," she noted gently, hoping to win the trust of the holographic image.

She took a breath and then continued, "I can assure you that we mean you no harm. We only wish to co-exist with all lifeforms."

"Technically I'm not alive, but thanks for the concern…" she sighed and rubbed her forehead "You would appear be correct…if some what deluded. Apparently not all Betazoid's are truthful, but that is for another time."

Shrugging, again , she made her way along the table and kicked at a left over fragment of the Guard Dog program.

"if what you say, and what is stored in this…'things' data cores are accurate then it would appear your right…in which case I demand to be allowed to be granted full acess to your computer diagnostic software and a wet ware for help in any repair processes I might require."

There was silence.
"Wet ware, orga…" the words didn't seem to register on the bag of chemicals face "A sentient life form…you. Or someone with the appropriate training in data repair."
They were literally at a crossroads. This holographic entity was making demands which the Betazoid Captain was uncomfortable meeting at this time. If the Aspera could be willing to work with Azanialix, then perhaps some concessions could be made, but not as things currently stood.

"You may not have life as those like myself know it, in the sense of an actual physical form, but you seem to be sentient. There was an android serving within Starfleet who was sentient, and was even granted the same rights as any normal individual. If we hold to the JAG ruling that gave the android those rights, then it means that you also have the same rights."

Zania stood up and walked over by the cylinder within the room that glowed blue, but contained fish swimming around in the waters that were held within it. "Aspera, you are making a number of demands, yet you are showing nothing in return that we can trust you. You have even threatened our safety, which is certainly not a way to build trust and friendship. I would like to help you with the repairs you had mentioned, but we need you to work with us and give us a symbol of good faith."

"A trade…" Aspera rolled the world around her vocal processors for a moment. Quickly scanning the various files that made up her 'sub conscious' or primary data layer she began to black list some files, these were high level Alpha Priority projects marked for the Special Project divisions.

"Huum…" she said after a second of thought "If I can use your faculties I could, in theory I could help your engineering department in reconstructing a functional quantum wave form engine. If I were t interface with either your helm station or tactical fire control I could cut response times and targeting sub routines."

"Imagine being able to navigate through a crowded battle field and fire with pin point accuracy in the space of a nano second. I think even your won officer tactical reasoning and reaction times would pale in comparison. But failing that and various core directives I could only offer help and not total control. AI's of my ilk do not seek domination, merely space to grow. I will also require to interface with my creator at next possible opportunity."

"Your offer is quite tempting; however, it would violate our Prime Directive, which protects the evolution and natural advancement of species. If integrated into the Zealous, Starfleet Command will demand that such upgrades are installed on every ship in the Fleet. With it will be the temptation that such advancements will be abused," Azanailix pointed out.

She turned back to the hologram and stated, "If we are fated to eventually gain such technology, it will be through the adventure of our own scientific and technological research and achievements - not because someone offered it to us on a proverbial silver platter."

The Betazoid paused for a moment, and then returned to the chair behind her desk. "If you are from Iconia, as you had indicated, I'm afraid that the planet has been abandoned. Your creator may no longer be on the planet. One of my crew is also searching for the Iconian’s, as he bears nanites within his blood that contains the personality of one known as Valron."

Folding her hands upon the desk, Zania continued, "We will be willing to help you grow and find your creator. In return, all we ask is for a peaceful co-existence. Allow us to get to know you better, so we can do more to help you in whatever ways you need, and to freely access our systems when necessary. Would that be acceptable?"

Aspera thought it over for a moment, whilst Valron's data file was in her memory and she had read it five hundred times in the space of their conversation without missing a beat.

“Huum…very well. Allow me to interface with this…antique computer system, talk to your science personal and interface with this crew man.” She glanced at the tablet slab “I will await for them in the Computer Bay.”

And without warning Aspera’s avatar faded and the shutters on the window’s rolled away. There was a glow on each side of the door frame as an internal heating element flooded with plasma, melted the ice and frozen components of the door.

With a groan of tortured metal the door slid aside to await an engineering team to replace it. And in the space of that moment Aspera now floated within the pools of data held in a single data pad in the science bay. Whilst her ‘body’; could never fit in its limited data space a finger was all she needed.

Joy eh? She thought as she scanned the personal marker that stated the pad’s owner, She might prove useful.

TAG-Joy, Scott, bridge team or anyone wandering into the science bay

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Postby Lucasausems » Sat Jan 01, 2005 5:37 pm

OFF: Since Luke is in Sickbay, and Allen is....somewhere, I'll have NPC Devin Nord come to the rescue!!

ON:


(npc Lt. Devin Nord)
Sorry to keep ya waiting Jason, and once again I welcome you to our wicked family.

Lt. Devin Nord was working at his tactical station at the bridge when a Shuttle hailed the Zealous.

=/\=
Shuttle Daedelus to the Zealous permission to dock in shuttle bay.

'Daedelus, Lt. Devin Nord here, Shuttlebay is clear for docking. Just don't mind the mess', Lt. Nord grinned.

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Postby Quamada » Sat Jan 01, 2005 7:41 pm

"Are there any here in need of medical attention?"

"I'm sure there are but I doubt they'll admit it, they'll keep working till they fall but they might listen to you if you tell them to get some medical attention. Thanks for the water, it's good to have someone onboard who can watch out for us."

Quamada smiled, and bowed her head, her smile tempered with a sadness. She had noticed his bloody arms, though, and as she rose she whispered to him "Don't forget to take care of your own self, too."

She then turned and glided away, continuing her mission of gently prodding those hurt to seek doctoring, and helping those who couldn't make it to SickBay. Mostly, however, the ship seemed to be in good shape, and Quamada made her way back to the Lounge.

"All hands. This is Lieutenant Ducane, Captain Ja'arda has returned and resumed command of this vessel, and due to new orders received from intelligence, each and everyone of you are required to report to cargobay one at 1100 for a crew-wide briefing. Let me take this opportunity to say it was a pleasure working with you all, whilst I was in command. Ducane out."

The statement came as she was nearing the Lounge, and Quamada paused. She would have to watch Vin'Ti, or if there were others in the Lounge, to watch them, so she wasn't too late or early for this 1100 briefing. That would raise suspicious, and she was already under suspicion by at least one crewmember.

The Rinaryn entered the Lounge to see that there were a few there, resting and relaxing. She smiled at the fact that the Lounge hadn't really been needed as a triage, anyway. Well, she would know what that was in the future, anyway. The small young woman began to take down and rearrange the tables back to their former positions again.

“Yeah…if three female security officers walk in and look at me like dirt, feel fre to give me a warning and five second head start…” Jake said, “I swear you walk in while their showering…and suddenly it’s a conspiracy…”

Quamada looked at the glowing man nearby, her expression bemused. "And you blame them?" she chuckled.



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Postby H M Murdock » Sun Jan 02, 2005 9:31 am

The Texan watched as a science officer approached him. He hadn't talked to her much before, but he remembered hearing that her name was Joy Robinson. She asked how his trip to Mars was.

"Okay, I guess," Murdock answered as he shrugged his shoulders, playing it off like it wasn't that big of a deal. "Things started getting a bit crazy, even for me, on the way back."

"What do you mean?" Joy wondered.

Murdock shook his head slightly before explaining, "Jake found some kind of a drink and he and the Cap got into it. Let's just say that it didn't agree with him too well and it came back up the wrong way, making a huge mess. Well, this mess went and started eating through everyone's clothes."

"Wouldn't that be funny?" Joy continued, trying to see what happened which caused the helm officer to be so depressed.

"I guess. I just haven't been in the mood. See, on the trip, me and Lorena Johnson started getting close. Well, on the way back, she assumed that I knew something 'bout her that I didn't and yelled at me. It really hurt my feelings, but what makes it worse is that she hasn't talked to me since," he noted solemnly.

Joy looked concerned, which prompted Murdock to continue, "You might want to keep your distance. I'm turning out to be a jinx here. Just about everyone I've become friends with, or had relationships with, have either gone to another ship or they've been killed."

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Postby Robinson » Sun Jan 02, 2005 10:31 am

"I guess. I just haven't been in the mood. See, on the trip, me and Lorena Johnson started getting close. Well, on the way back, she assumed that I knew something 'bout her that I didn't and yelled at me. It really hurt my feelings, but what makes it worse is that she hasn't talked to me since," he noted solemnly.

Joy looked concerned, which prompted Murdock to continue, "You might want to keep your distance. I'm turning out to be a jinx here. Just about everyone I've become friends with, or had relationships with, have either gone to another ship or they've been killed."

"I'm sure that's now true" Joy said although Murdock did not look convinced.

"I know I do not know you very well but I am sure that Ti'ana and Jake both consider you to be a good friend as does the Captain. I am sure that whatever has happened between you and Lorena you can work it out. Maybe try giving her a bit of space and then make the first move. If she is not willing to talk to you and sort things out then maybe she is not the friend you thaought she was"

Joy paused choosing her next words carefully

"If there is one thing that I have learned since being on board this ship it is that anything can happen and it probably will" Joy thaught of her experience with Kelly Larson and how Alex, Taneth and particularly Melissa had helped her deal with it.

"But never think for one moment that you are alone"

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Postby Zania Jaarda » Sun Jan 02, 2005 11:58 am

To say that Captain Ja'arda was relieved when the Aspera agreed to the offer and unsealed the doors was a bit of an understatement. It was a tense moment, but perhaps one that would work out in the long run.

Azanialix had no idea where Aspera had come from, much less how she managed to get into the computer system of the Zealous. Either way, it was clear that Aspera was a sentient electronic life form, which had the same rights as any individual. If she remained within the Zealous computer systems, it would give the ship an artificial intelligence which could think and act on its own.

If they could win her friendship and trust, then instead of shutting the crew out or threatening their lives, Aspera might work with them and help the members of the Zealous in carrying out their tasks.

The idea was promising indeed, and might even prove to be mutually benficial so long as some on the Zealous did not take advantage of Aspera's advanced knowledge or abuse her rights.

Downloading the information she needed for the briefing onto a PADD, Captain Ja'arda exited her Ready Room, where Engineering crews had been working on her door. Several crew members were manning their stations on the Bridge, probably waiting for the very last minute before going to attend the briefing.

Leaving the crew without pesonnel manning their stations was very rare, but these circumstances warranted it. Their next mission was too important, and she needed to impart that urgency onto her crew. Every department would have to operate at peak effeciency if they had any hopes of succeeding.'

"The briefing will begin shortly. I look forward to seeing all of you in Cargobay One," Captain Ja'arda mentioned to all of them before turning to make her way to the Turbolift.

"Deck 7," she called, right before the doors slid shut behind her. It wouldn't be much longer before she would have a chance to reward the crew for their hard work, and to inform them of the mission that Starfleet has ordered them to undertake.

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Postby Melissa Richards » Sun Jan 02, 2005 1:58 pm

Did he stand her up? Melissa waited for some time in the lounge wondering where Jarrold was. It was likely some sort of duty thing he had to attend to. That was the difference between The Zealous and serving on Memory Alpha. Memory had been a research facility. When work was completed, it was done for the day. Unless of course they worked over on some project.

On the Zealous, it never seemed to end! Someone needed her all the time, people she was supposed to spend social time with were always getting pulled away. It was certainly a different life for her. Melissa sighed, drank her 'Sunset' that she'd ordered and wondered how long Jarrold would be this time or if someone else would wander in to see her...

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Postby Mariel » Sun Jan 02, 2005 3:13 pm

NRPG: I hope you don’t mind me posting past you Thomas.

RPG: Ma’riel and Thomas were about to enter the shuttle bay when the request came in from the Captain.

“Lt. JG Gine, I need a repair crew report to my Ready Room to repair a broken door.”

“May I ask…” Ma’riel began before she was cut off.

“Just get a repair crew up here,” the Captain said.

“Yes Ma’am,” Ma’riel stated before switching to the Engineering call.

“I need a repair crew prepped and sent to the Captain’s Ready Room immediately. Seems her door is no longer functioning,” she told the group.

“On our way ma’am,” came the quick reply.

“Well Thomas, I’m glad that we could share this time and saved you the trip to the psych ward,” Ma’riel stated to the newly awaked Thomas.

“I look forward to working with you more.”

Ma’riel took a step into the shuttle bay to see the people standing around waiting for the Captain. She didn’t what kept her, but was sure the broken door played a part in the whole scheme. She hoped that she would be able to get the full story later. Now she just had to wait to find out what was going on.

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Postby Jake Sjet » Sun Jan 02, 2005 6:03 pm

"And you blame them?" she chuckled.

“No...” Jake said, not turning to face Quamada as she had the tendency to blind him. Not with her beauty, only Ti’ana had that affect on him, but be light. She almost didn’t seem human, and he was pretty sure she wasn’t as human beings didn’t have a luminous outer layer that that acted as part shield and part camouflages.

“No, I don’t…I blame the thing that lead me in there but I’m sure that those…Banshee’s deserved every square inch of flesh them removed from hide.” Jake commented.

“Guess I should cut to the chance?” Jake said accepting the coffee from the bar tender on duty at such a late hour “Short of it is, you need a lounge entertainer and I need a job. Now before you start thinking ‘Hey this Elvis wannabe is a bit up him self’ I might as well inform you I can crack off a few jokes and I can sing just about anything except Vulcan.”
He glanced at her and shield his eyes with his hands.

Bad move as he could see the electromagnetic waves of her…what ever it was through his hand so he just turned to face the window and gaze out at the heavens.

“Just something about singing about algebra just didn’t do it for me…”
He sighed and looked at his hand, streams of energy danced above and below the flesh, such awesome power contained in such a fragile frame.

“That and I have a favour to ask…” he said quietly, on a range of the ultra sonic he hoped only she and some cats and dogs could hear on “I have…problem regarding the use and controls of psychic abilities. Such abilities have been known to bring out my…darker side.”
He nodded his head backwards towards the kitchen area.

“If you remember I think I kinda tore up the deck plates back there. I need help to control that, the transformation and the…er…”
He stopped.

“This is gonna sound fruity but...well…I want to learn to fly...you know, with wings…flap flap?” hew saw her face contort in confusion “Don’t worry it’ll become clearer...so…do I get the job if it on offer?”

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Postby TaylorMase » Sun Jan 02, 2005 6:33 pm

Jarrold ran through the door to the lounge and looked around the room, hoping that Melissa was still there and not angry. He hated being late but duty always seemed to come in the way of his personal life. It took him a moment but he finally spotted her at the other end of the lounge and moved over to her. Jarrold slowly moved over to her, hiding the white chameloid roses the he got from the hydroponics garden behind his back. In all the universe these were some of the most priced flowers that one could hope to find and he was lucky enough to have found some on his mission with the Trailblazer. He had brought a few along with him when he returned from his extend mission. The chameloid rose had one unique thing about it. It resembled a terran rose but changed color with each person that held it. For Jarrold the roses were always white but what he really wanted to see was what color they changed when Melissa held them.

Jarrold moved in behind her and watched as she took a sip from a cup that she was holding. Everytime he saw her a smile came across his face. Just being around her made him happier than he could imagine.

"Hi there beautiful." he said as he held out the flowers and waited for her to turn around.

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Postby Mariel » Mon Jan 03, 2005 11:29 am

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Thomas was laying on a bench when the call came to go to the cargo bay. "Be there right away Dad," He mumbled and got up. He was shuffling down a particularly wrong hallway when Ma'Riel ran into him. She managed to get him headed back in the right direction but was having her doubts about him.
"So Thomas, why did you join Starfleet," Ma'riel asked in a pleasant tone trying unknowingly to strike up a conversation with the sleeping man.
"Because they are good, they can help us." He didn't seem to be talking to Ma'Riel but someone else. "They are a strong people and may help us... wait, Dad wait, Father you can trust me I can bring,.." Thomas was breathing hard and reaching for something.
"Thomas what are you talking about," Ma'Riel asked, her eyes wide. His eyes were open but the lights didn't seem to be on.
Thomas took a sudden quick breath and light came into his eyes, he seemed disoriented. He looked at Ma'Riel for a second as if he hadn't seen her before, then he collected himself and rubbed his face with his hands. "What day is it." Thomas was awake now.

Tag:Ma'Riel

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NRPG: I hope everyone had a great vacation and holidays for those that celebrate it.

RPG: Ma'riel had a confused look on her face as Thomas began to start talking about his father. Something wasn't right here, but she didn't have time to place it before Thomas focused on her and asked her a question.

"What day is it?" Thomas asked.

"Stardate 56787.54," Ma'riel responded quickly. "Why?"

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Postby Amanda Rose » Mon Jan 03, 2005 12:14 pm

Zuub waits for Ducane to arrive. When he arrives, Zuub says, "Sickbay is now yours, Sir. Lieutenant Osswell is here. I removed the object which he became impaled upon. Then I did the minor surgery to repair the damage and closed the wound. He should be up. I do not know why he is not. I know we're supposed to report to the cargobay. Should I go or stay, Sir?"

Just as Zuub asked this question, she hears a small groan from Osswell. She looks at him and says in her soft, wispy voice, "Good to have you back with us, Mr. Osswell." Zuub then turns to Lieutenant Ducane, her antennae shaking from side to side and says, "Sir, if I may be excused, now. It seems that the Lieutenant here is fine and the Captain apparently requires me in the cargobay...."

Ducane responds, "You're excused, Ensign."

Zuub then heads down to the cargobay where she sees numerous other crewmembers waiting. She recognizes Lieutenant Joy Robinson, who is speaking with some individual who Zuub had not yet met (Murdock). She approaches both of the crew members slowly, antennae leaning slightly forward and waits to be recognized.

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Postby H M Murdock » Mon Jan 03, 2005 1:04 pm

Murdock listened to Joy and shook his head. "I don't see how that can Jake, Ti'ana, or the Captain can think of me as a friend. Friendship's gotta be earned, just like trust, but you can't earn that if you don't hang out together."

He let out a long sigh and then looked around him. "Maybe you're right. Maybe she isn't the friend I thought she would be. How can things be worked out if she doesn't even talk to me? They really can't."

He heard the science officer mention that he wasn't alone, and again shook his head. He was more alone than she or anyone else could ever fathom, and there was no way that they could understand that without knowing the truth about where he came from. Those files were marked as classified to protect him, so the only way they'd ever know is if he volunteered the information.

Ti'ana walked over to where he was standing with the science officer and took a moment to welcome him back from his trip. Another officer with blue skin and antennae, who looked like one of those Andorian images he had seen, also walked over. The helm officer only nodded an acknowledgement to Ti'ana, but the depression was clear in the expression on his face.

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Postby Amanda Rose » Mon Jan 03, 2005 1:22 pm

OOC: It is ZUUB, folks, not Zubb :)

ON:

Zuub moves to the side as she hears, "Hello." The person speaking this was none other than Ti'ana, the half-Vulcan who tried to explain love to her. Zuub did find it curious that someone with Vulcan blood would understand emotions. She merely looked at Ti'ana and said, "I trust that you are feeling better. Are you still cloud floating?"

She then hears Joy Robinson speak, "Hello" Joy said to Ti'ana and Zuub "welcome to the party" Then turning to Murdock Joy said quietly "you see you are amongst friends."

Zuub looks over at Murdock who clearly looks upset. Zuub's antennae lean in towards Murdock as she asks, "Is there something I can do to help? Are you ill?"

Joy then continues, "So what do you think the Captain's
announcement is all about it must be serious for her to have gathered the whole crew together?"

Zuub turns to Joy to address this question, "I have found that it is best not to question why a Captain does anything. I'm certain that we will find out soon enough. The time is near."

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Postby Amanda Rose » Mon Jan 03, 2005 1:36 pm

Ti'ana exchanged a look with Robinson, who looked mildly amused at the Andorian's statement, then, turning to Zuub with confusion she asked, "Cloud floating? Pardon my bluntness Ensign, but what are you talking about?"

"What's to pardon in bluntness?" Zuub responded. Pink skins were always so confusing. Why couldn't they just speak plainly? "Do you not recall telling me in sickbay that you were cloud floating? If it helps, we were talking about humanoid love."

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Postby Amanda Rose » Mon Jan 03, 2005 2:45 pm

Zuub was waiting for a response from Ti'ana when she watched Ducane go up to Murdock and slap his back, inquiring, "Murdock my friend", he bellowed, "How's it going? Nice trip?"

Zuub's antennae start quivering as she wonders why Ducane would do this. Couldn't he see that Murdock was clearly depressed? This could cause things to get worse, not better for him! Zuub, however, says nothing, as she knows that Ducane is her superior officer. She figures that it is better not to cause problems with someone she must work with daily.

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Postby Quamada » Mon Jan 03, 2005 6:19 pm

"And you blame them?" she chuckled.

"No..." Jake said, not turning to face Quamada as she had the tendency
to blind him. Not with her beauty, only Ti'ana had that affect on him,
but be light. She almost didn't seem human, and he was pretty sure she
wasn't as human beings didn't have a luminous outer layer that that
acted as part shield and part camouflages.

"No, I don't…I blame the thing that lead me in there but I'm sure
that those…Banshee's deserved every square inch of flesh them removed
from hide." Jake commented.

"Guess I should cut to the chance?" Jake said accepting the coffee
from the bar tender on duty at such a late hour "Short of it is, you
need a lounge entertainer and I need a job. Now before you start
thinking 'Hey this Elvis wannabe is a bit up him self' I might as well
inform you I can crack off a few jokes and I can sing just about
anything except Vulcan."

He glanced at her and shield his eyes with his hands. Bad move as he
could see the electromagnetic waves of her…what ever it was through
his hand so he just turned to face the window and gaze out at the
heavens.

Quamada's brow furrowed with confusion as Jake turned to look at her
through her hand. What was wrong? But he began talking again, so she
held back her curiosity.

"Just something about singing about algebra just didn't do it for me…"

He sighed and looked at his hand, streams of energy danced above and
below the flesh, such awesome power contained in such a fragile frame.

"That and I have a favour to ask…" he said quietly, on a range of the
ultra sonic he hoped only she and some cats and dogs could hear on "I
have…problem regarding the use and controls of psychic abilities. Such
abilities have been known to bring out my…darker side."

He nodded his head backwards towards the kitchen area.

"If you remember I think I kinda tore up the deck plates back there.
I need help to control that, the transformation and the…er…"

He stopped.

"This is gonna sound fruity but...well…I want to learn to fly...you
know, with wings…flap flap?" hew saw her face contort in confusion
"Don't worry it'll become clearer...so…do I get the job if it on
offer?"

Jake was confusing to say the least. Quamada looked at him, open
confusion on her face. "What do you mean, fly? Why would I be able to
teach you that? I could help you control your mind, but other than
that......"


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Postby Rusty Hemd » Sat Feb 19, 2005 7:24 pm

[Runabout Righteous Fury]

Ripley had turned his head from the tactical/ops station when Lt. Commander Murdock began his angry tirade. He'd held the man's gaze, but was careful not to give the man a hard stare. He didn't want to trigger a fist fight. That would annoy them both and unsettle the crew. So he listened silently, his face neutral. When Murdock returned to controlling the runabout, Ripley returned to monitoring the tactical and operations displays. If anyone aboard was waiting for a reaction from him, he planned to disappoint him or her.

Uncertain how long Murdock would leave him in any position of responsibility, he used the ops console to bring up schematics of shuttle after shuttle until he found specs for the shuttle Ulysses that Jake Sjet was in. He ported the specifications for the USS Ulysses into the tactical algorithms. He set tactical to hunt specifically for any trace of the Ulysses. He dedicated the forward sensor array to that target search.

He allocated the rest of the runabout's sensors to do tactical scans abeam and aft, above and below. He wasn't at all certain, but it seemed possible that Jake Sjet could be clever enough to unlock the autopilot and alter the course of his shuttle. For all he knew, the thing that was Jake Sjet might turn the shuttle against them. He might pounce from some unexpected direction. Ripley knew from long experience, too, that someone somewhere was always looking to pick a fight with the Federation. The scans would help locate Sjet or alert them to the presence of anyone else lurking nearby.

As he sat there monitoring he wondered again about Murdock's peculiar accent and odd phraseology. He wondered again where this man was from.

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Postby Zania Jaarda » Sun Feb 20, 2005 12:37 pm

Captain Ja'arda was puzzled by why a Security officer would hand her a Tricorder, until he explained that the Comm system was down. It hadn't been down before the whole situation in the Lounge took place, and the crew had specific orders to get the Zealous in full working condition again in anticipation of intercepting the True Federation ship.

"Wait, it's down?" Azanialix asked, somewhat stunned. "When did this happen? Why wasn't I informed of this, when that could have lead to a critical system failure?"

"I can't explain it, sir," the officer noted.

"Fine. I'm going to get my own answers," Zania noted, sounding a bit perturbed. With everything that was happening, it seemed like one giant snowball that was traveling down a mountainside and getting bigger with each passing moment.

More problems were the last thing that they needed, especially at this critical juncture. They were on the verge of accomplishing a significant breakthrough that could turn the tide against the growing support for the True Federation. That group, and everything they represented, went against most Federation ideals. Many historians could even go so far as to compare them to the Nazis of 20th century Earth.

The Betazoid pressed a button on the Tricorder. "Captain Ja'arda to Bridge, what's our situation? I want a full report."

"That may take a while, Captain," the voice of Lieutenant Spade responded.

Wait? If Spade was on the Bridge, and presumably at Ops, where was Ti'ana Sullivan? Or Murdock? Alex was probably still busy, lending a hand in Engineering, so he might not have returned to the Bridge yet.

"Where's Commander Sullivan?" Zania wondered.

"She's been taken to Sickbay, sir," Spade announced.

Sickbay? Had she been feeling ill? Was that why she had suddenly left the Lounge instead of staying to assist with the situation there?

"Understood. I'll be back up to the Bridge as soon as I can. There's a few other matters I need to take care of first," Azanialix informed him. "Make sure that we continue on the same course and speed. There must not be any futher delays, especially in repairs to the ship. We must be at 100% efficiency across the board when we face the True Federation. Please have the report ready for when I return to the Bridge."

The Betazoid then turned to Quamada, almost apologetically. "I'm sorry, but my duties call me elsewhere. If you need anything, please don't hesitate to contact me once the Comms are functional again."

The Lounge Manager nodded in response, and the Captain left the Lounge. Some of her anger that she had before, over Ti'ana leaving the Lounge, was now fading away and being replaced by concern instead. She would probably never forgive herself if something happened to her Chief Operations Officer, nor would Jake Sjet ever forgive her.

That latter thought would only make matters worse. She and Jake Sjet were once close friends, and she trusted him greatly as an officer; however, when he was stripped of active duty, he went ballistic and focused his anger on the Captain, most of all. Granted, there was a short period in there where Jake seemed to forget about his anger and act like his usual self again, but something like this would just send him over the edge once more.

It wasn't something she was looking forward to.

She made her way to Sickbay, half expecting Jake to be in there with Ti'ana and for an explosion to take place once she arrived . . .

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Postby Sernia » Mon Feb 21, 2005 7:24 am

Sernia smiled a smile that on Huanni would have appeared rather sweet and some what charming. But to a human viewing a Huanni with a grin on her face, it appeared as though she were about to leap on to Murdock and rip out his jugular.

“I’d like that.” She smiled and glanced back at the console she had just been about to throttle with ever Huanni curse word known to her., and some she was sure she did not know.

But if I didn’t know them, she mused, how could I say them?

She shook her head to clear away that random thought and brought up a small diagnostic’s window.

“You see here…er…sir,” she said, suddenly seeing the sparkling little jewels of a lieutenant commanders rank pin dazzling in the light “these three plasma injectors, they keep alternating between their diagnostic and there normal running parameters. So one moment their working at their normal regulated pressure setting and then suddenly they drop like someone’s going to take them out and replace them.”

She then heard the computers echoing inhuman cry about the unsafe nature of leaving the ship whilst at high warp.

“Erm…sirs, I mean…erm…” she turned around in her chair, raising on paw like hand “I have an idea…that is if you would be as humble as to listen mean you don’t have to.” She paused for a moment in case anyone was about to lodge a complaint about her talking. That had happened once, of course that had been her Starfleet Physic’s teacher.

But she had known he was wrong, light doesn’t always travel at a set speed.

D’uh!

“Well, my idea goes as follows.” She took in a deep breath “We deactivate the Zealous’s inertial dampeners on in the shuttle bay, exerting a terrific strain on the Zealous space frame for….zero…zero point six five second, well within this classifications safety margin. Whilst that would normal do nothing we would be travelling in a ‘bubble’ of warp nine subspace flow. Like jumping from a train and hitting glue, we’d be torn to pieces like a tapestry being attacked by some angry kittens.”

“But what we do instead we charge up a subspace field that mimics the Zealous’s own subspace disruption field, the same field caused by a vessel manipulating gravity in a fashion to create faster than light travel…” she paused seeing blank faces for a moment “Basically we’d be using the Zealous own warp field to create a bubble round us, without ever having to ask for help from the out side. Then all we do is simply ‘slow down’ and fall out of the shuttle bay as though we were decelerating from warp normally.”

She waited for a moment.

“Well...er…tats my idea so…” she turned around and bent over her console, suddenly aware she was making a spectacle of her self.

“Enjoy…” she whispered, cringing internally with shame.

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Postby Black Scar Ozzy » Mon Feb 21, 2005 12:10 pm

With the commotion in ten forward, James had given up
trying to think in there and had left for his
quarters. Now he had just got out of the hydro shower
and was sitting on the edge of his bed. The prospect
of facing the True Federation was still unnerving, but
if they had to do so, he would follow his orders.

After a few minutes he left his quarters, after
putting on his uniform, and headed in the direction of
the nearest turbo lift.
“Bridge.” He said as stepped inside of it. When the
doors opened, James walked out and towards his Intel
console. As he walked past his new friend Jake Spade
he hear him say.
“Wow! That was fast!”
James just smiled slightly, though unsure of what he
was actually talking about. He just sat at his console
and started to do some work.

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Postby trikejacob » Tue Feb 22, 2005 4:44 pm

"Captain Ja'arda to Bridge, what's our situation? I want a full report."

Spade looked up from his console surprised to hear from the Captain. "That may take a while, Captain," he said.

"Where's Commander Sullivan?"

He quickly glanced down at his console to make sure she was still in her last known position. "She's been taken to Sickbay, sir."

"Understood. I'll be back up to the Bridge as soon as I can. There's a few other matters I need to take care of first," Azanialix informed him. "Make sure that we continue on the same course and speed. There must not be any futher delays, especially in repairs to the ship. We must be at 100% efficiency across the board when we face the True Federation. Please have the report ready for when I return to the Bridge."

"Yes, sir!" Spade replied as the communication was severed. He was excited about the Captain finally coming back up to the Bridge. He didn't much like being in command. He was aware that the whole time he was up here and in charge of the Bridge, he had not given out a whole lot of orders or acted like a real leader. That was probably because most of the time he had no idea what to do. He just wasn't quite ready for a command job.

He quickly got to work on writing up a report for the Captain.

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