COMPILE_TERMINAL_VIEW
USS Illuminar
The Uncaring Stars, Day
Illuminar Compile A Cure Delayed
Dates: Apr12th -
Mission: The Uncaring Stars, Day
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Mission: A Cure Delayed
Day: 3 -
Stardate 2445.10.28 -
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DAY 3
(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Outside Nivar Institute – ?- 1500)
(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Nivar Institute - Exam Room 1- Dr. Felicity Tate - 1510)
(Vulcan - Botanical Gardens - ME Mason Quincy - 15.25)
(Vulcan - Botanical Gardens - SO Ens. Penny McTaggard - 15:26 )
(Vulcan - Botanical Gardens - ACOUNS ACMO LT JG Ariel Trei - 15.30)
(Vulcan - Botanical Gardens - SO Ens. Penny McTaggard - 15:31 )
(Vulcan - Botanical Gardens - ME Mason Quincy - 15:32)
(Vulcan - Botanical Gardens - ACOUNS ACMO LT JG Ariel Trei - 15.35)
(Vulcan - Botanical Gardens - ACOUNS ACMO LT JG Ariel Trei - 15.40)
(Vulcan - Botanical Gardens - SO Ens. Penny McTaggard - 15:41 )
(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Nivar Institute - Director's Office- Dr. Felicity Tate- 1545)
(Vulcan - Botanical Gardens - ACOUNS ACMO LT JG Ariel Trei - 15.45.5)
(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Nivar Institute-Director’s Office- CTO Ensign T’Mur – 1546)
(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Nivar Institute-Director’s Office- CMO Lt. Quinna Solice -- 1559)
(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Nivar Institute-Director’s Office- Dr. Felicity Tate -- 1600)
(Vulcan - Botanical Gardens - Counselor Ensign jg Reea - 1627)
(Vulcan - Botanical Gardens - Counselor Ensign jg Reea - 1629)
(Vulcan - Botanical Gardens - ACOUNS ACMO LT JG Ariel Trei - 16.31)
(Vulcan - Botanical Gardens - Counselor Ensign jg Reea - 1634)
(Vulcan - Hospital ER - Counselor Ensign jg Reea - 1636)
(Vulcan - Hospital ER - Counselor Ensign jg Reea - 1702)
(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Luxury Suites- Lobby Café- CMO Lt. Quinna Solice – 1909)
(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Luxury Suites- Lobby Café- Davelahn – 1910)
(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Luxury Suites- Lobby Café- CMO Lt. Quinna Solice – 1925)
(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Luxury Suites- Lobby Café- Davelahn – 1927)
(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Luxury Suites- Lobby Café-CMO Lt. Quinna Solice – 1931)
DAY 4
(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Luxury Suites- CTO Ensign T’Mur – 0830)
(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Nivar Institute-Neural Treatment Suite 2- Dr. Felicity Tate -- 0905)
(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Nivar Institute-Neural Treatment Suite 2- CTO Ensign T'Mur — 0910)
(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Nivar Institute-Neural Treatment Suite 2- Dr. Felicity Tate — 0912)
(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Nivar Institute-Neural Treatment Suite 2- CMO Lt. Quinna Solice— 0917)
(USS Illuminar – Bridge – COps Lieutenant Dieter Gregory – 1000)
(Xen’Tal - Vulcan Institute of Defensive Arts - Security PO3 Hercules Devers and Jardek - 1330)
(USS Illuminar - Deck 11 - Rec Room -– Aft Lounge Manager- Diane Chamberlain - 18:30)
(USS Illuminar - Outside Gregory’s quarters - ACSO Lieutenant (jg) Jaton Alyl - 1845)
(USS Illuminar - Deck 3 - Gregory's Quarters -- COps/3rdO Lieutenant Dieter Gregory - 18:46)
(USS Illuminar - Deck 3 - Gregory's Quarters -- COps/3rdO Lieutenant Dieter Gregory and CSO
Lieutenant (jg) Jaton Alyl - 18:47)
(USS Illuminar - Deck 3 - Outside Gregory's Quarters — Aft Lounge Manager- Diane Chamberlain–
18:50)
(USS Illuminar - Deck 3 - Gregory's Quarters - 18:51)
(USS Illuminar - Deck 11 - Rec Room -– Aft Lounge Manager- Diane Chamberlain - 18:52)
(USS Illuminar - Deck 3 - Gregory's Quarters - CSO Lieutenant (jg) Jaton Alyl - 18:53)
(Illuminar - Deck 14 Armoury Chief of Security Lt jg Keung Lee- 1900)
(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Luxury Suites- Lobby Café- CMO Lt. Quinna Solice – 1915)
DAY 5
(Illuminar - Deck 6 - Fitness Suite Chief of Security Lt jg Keung Lee- 0600 hrs)
(Illuminar - Deck 14 - Firing Range Chief of Security Lt jg Keung Lee- 0700 hrs)
(Vulcan surface – Tourist shuttle Chief of Security Lt jg Keung Lee- 0900)
(Vulcan – Vulcan Shuttle - Ensign Scott Matrix- 0910)
(USS Illuminar - NCO quarters - PO3 Hercules Devers - 1200)
(USS Illuminar - Deck 5 - Sickbay - 1300)
(Illuminar - Deck 14 Security office - Chief of Security Lt jg Keung Lee- 1400)
(USS Illuminar – Deck 11, Main Engineering - Ensign Scott Matrix- 1501)
(USS Illuminar – Deck 12, Environmental Control - Ensign Scott Matrix- 1545)
(USS Illuminar – Personal Quarters - Ensign Scott Matrix- 2330)
DAY 6
(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Outside the Nivar Suites– Bohb- 0700)
(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Outside the Nivar Suites– CO- Captain Sekal- 0706)
(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Outside the Nivar Suites– Bohb- 0708)
(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Outside the Nivar Suites– CO- Captain Sekal - 0709)
Vulcan - ShiKahr- Outside the Nivar Suites– Bohb- 0710)
(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Juice Bar– Bohb and CO- Captain Sekal- 0711)
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(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Outside Nivar Institute – ?- 1500)
The city of ShiKar was quite typical of a larger Vulcan desert city. There were many tall buildings that
provided shade and respite from the direct heat of the sun. There was no respite from the arid
atmosphere that sucked the liquid from the body. Even if one was used to the Vulcan climate, unless
you are prepared to be outside for extended times it can be … uncomfortable. And that was where the
observer was at. He was feeling uncomfortable. Not that what he was doing was not uncomfortable
enough.
He had watched as the crew from the Illuminar had arrived, and he had followed them to the Nivar
Institute. He had studied each of the crew with a discerning eye, making observations and mental
notes. He noted the clothing, the build, and even the baggage of each of the people. Looking at the
configuration of the group it was clear that they had entered the Institute with the Vulcan woman as the
main concern. She was in the center of the group, and attention seemed to being paid to her. Seeing
her created an odd tension in the observer.
Once they entered the building he could feel the tension release and he leaned against the wall which
shaded him. Now he knew where they were. It was a matter of how log they would stay. It was time to
slake his thirst and he made his way to an establishment that could serve this purpose. He should be
able to watch the exit of the building from that location.
(reply none)
(posted by Al Muir)
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(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Nivar Institute - Exam Room 1- Dr. Felicity Tate - 1510)
“Hence the reason why I could only find reference to the procedure in old texts.” The Doctor sucked in
a breath at the thought. “I know that this was passed with mind melding. But that is more common
amongst Vulcans or perhaps more open in today’s times. I am here for T’Mur. I am not here to change
a culture, but ….” She glanced over at the patient then returned her attention to Felicity. “What do we
need to do?’
Felicity went dead calm, there would be no more raging at the healers manner, she planned on doing
something about it.
"We are going to gather all of the evidence we can muster in an attempt to start up an investigation. I
feel that this patient has had her right to treatment violated. It might go nowhere but then again maybe
we can push back against an injustice and begin a change. Earth went through a similar social stigma,
once treating the victims of rape as though they were at fault. Vulcans think of their culture as advanced
beyond others, but to think that they still hold on to such cruel behavior, treating the victims of physical
and mental brutality as pariahs and outcasts is horrendous."
Dr. Tate took a calming breath. "If I can do anything to shine the light on it and stop it I will."
(Reply: None)
(Posted by Charles G)
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(Vulcan - Botanical Gardens - ME Mason Quincy - 15.25)
"I was going to move on to the orchids. We can do that or try and find this edible flower then continue
on the play judge game. What do you want to do?"
Mason smiled, “Well this is your idea, so you take the lead, My Lady.”
Before they came to the group of orchids, a familiar face appeared. She then heard Trei call out.
"Come on over Penny. You know more about flowers than I do. You can help me judge the flowers."
Mason had thoughts of wanting to leave. She shot him down and Mason did not want to be around her.
He still felt disheartened after their last meeting. He turned to Ariel.
“I should go,” Mason said. “You girls will have more fun without me.”
(Reply Trei, McTaggard)
“You should look at the Vulcan Orchid. It is actually from Earth.” Mason offered as a tidbit before
trying to make an exit.
(Reply Trei, McTaggard)
(Played by Kris)
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(Vulcan - Botanical Gardens - SO Ens. Penny McTaggard - 15:26 )
Penny started to move towards her friend but stopped when she saw who was behind her. McTaggard
did not like Dr Quincy. She felt he was to much of a flirt for her liking.
“I should go,” Mason said. “You girls will have more fun without me.”
“ That we will Doctor Quincy “ Penny replied
(Reply Trei,)
“You should look at the Vulcan Orchid. It is actually from Earth.” Mason offered as a tidbit before trying
to make an exit.
This angered Penny. She was a qualified botanist! As a little girl she had won the Edinburgh Upper
school for girls. Flower and vegetable competition three years running. Until Gertrude McClintock beat
her with a hybrid rose bush.
She the difference between a Vulcan Orchid and a night Orchid thank you very much! She watched him
walk away before speaking.
“ Is it just me or is that wee man so full of him self?” She asked
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(Reply Trei )
( Posted by Norman )
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(Vulcan - Botanical Gardens - ACOUNS ACMO LT JG Ariel Trei - 15.30)
She continued on her mock flower judging scenario. The orchids were next on the list of judging. She
made her way to a line of beautiful pink orchids. She would like to pick a bunch of these for her office
but knew that wasn't possible. She bent down to smell the sweet smelling flower and found the aroma
most pleasant . She walked over to the middle one in the row and placed a fake blue ribbon on that
flower. If anyone would look upon her doing this, she didn't care. She sensed noone around. Even if
there was someone around, she suspected no one would bother her. She made a motion that she has
judged the flower group and was moving onto another group.
(Reply Any)
(Posted by Edward)
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(Vulcan - Botanical Gardens - SO Ens. Penny McTaggard - 15:31 )
Penny was surprised. She thought her giving Stan’s whereabouts to his parents, would cause
problems. But instead it led to him reconciling with them. Well maybe unlike her grandmother is was no
good at stirring. No stick to plants. They just grew and those with flowers gave a pleasant smell.
When she arrived at the Botanical gardens Penny was surprised to see a contest was going on. She
then recognised one of the judges. It was her fellow crew member Lt. (jg) Ariel Trei. McTaggard
wondered if she should say hello. The Lieutenant looked quite serious. So McTaggard gave her a wave.
“ Hello!!” She called out.
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( Reply , Trei )
( Posted by Norman )
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(Vulcan - Botanical Gardens - ME Mason Quincy - 15:30 )
“ Is it just me or is that wee man so full of himself?” She asked
Mason stopped, “You know, I heard that and yes it is just you.” Mason replied. Slowly walking back to
where the two women stood. “What is wrong with you?”
Mason wanted to yell ‘You had an unhappy experience or something and we all are horrible men now?’
but chose not to.
(Reply McTaggard)
“I do not need to be around your negativity. Now if you excuse me, I need to paint my mother a flower.
Excuse my rudeness, Ms. Trei.” Then Mason turned to McTaggard, “Hope you have a nice evening.”
Mason held his tongue so as to not say anything rude. He was hard-pressed to find the nice words. In
fact, she had intrigued him when they first met.
(Reply Trei, McTaggard)
(Posted by Kris)
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(Vulcan - Botanical Gardens - ACOUNS ACMO LT JG Ariel Trei - 15.35)
She was ready to move on to another group of flowers when she saw Science officer Penny Mc
Taggerd wave at her. She heard the greeting in a friendly Scottish accent. She waved her over to join
in the scenario.
"Come on over Penny. You know more about flowers than I do. You can help me judge the flowers."
(Reply Penny)
(Posted by Edward)
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(Vulcan - Botanical Gardens - ACOUNS ACMO LT JG Ariel Trei - 15.40)
She sensed some tension between Penny and Mason when he left his parting commentary on the
Vulcan Orchid. She didn't want to step in but she tried to ask for her opinion anyway on the orchids to
break the tension.
"So what is the difference between the Vulcan Orchid and the Night Orchid. You will be the better judge
than I was though I have seen many varieties of flowers on Betazed growing up. I just liked looking and
smelling flowers not knowing anything about them. When I was growing up on Betazed and competing
in cheerleading and gymnastics, the squad practiced in the fields often. We would do tumbling
exercises in the plush flowery fields . It was a softer landing if we didn't stick it landing on flowers was
much better."
(Reply Penny)
(Posted by Edward)
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(Vulcan - Botanical Gardens - SO Ens. Penny McTaggard - 15:41 )
Coming from a large family and being the youngest. Penny was always being teased as a child. This
was why she had taken a disliking to Dr Quincy. After he had teased her in sickbay. About not letting
her go unless she had diner with him. Considering she had almost died. Penny felt he had been
inappropriate in his chat up line.
Mason stopped, “You know, I heard that and yes it is just you.” Mason replied. Slowly walking back to
where the two women stood. “What is wrong with you?”
Mason wanted to yell ‘You had an unhappy experience or something and we all are horrible men now?’
but chose not to.
“ You once teased me that unless I had diner with ye. You would nay let me out of sickbay. Sorry Doctor
if yer think that’s acceptable behaviour. To a young lassie who had just recovered from near fatal
radiation poisoning.” She retorted
“I do not need to be around your negativity. Now if you excuse me, I need to paint my mother a flower.
Excuse my rudeness, Ms. Trei.” Then Mason turned to McTaggard, “Hope you have a nice evening.”
Mason held his tongue so as to not say anything rude. He was hard-pressed to find the nice words. In
fact, she had intrigued him when they first met.
Penny let him go without another word. She had been tempted to introduce his groin to her knee. But
that would of meant a one way ticket off the Illuminar. So she just gave him a curt nod.
"So what is the difference between the Vulcan Orchid and the Night Orchid. You will be the better judge
than I was though I have seen many varieties of flowers on Betazed growing up. I just liked looking and
smelling flowers not knowing anything about them. When I was growing up on Betazed and competing
in cheerleading and gymnastics, the squad practiced in the fields often. We would do tumbling
exercises in the plush flowery fields . It was a softer landing if we didn't stick it landing on flowers was
much better."
“ My cousins used to throw me in the thistles back home in Scotland. But as nay blood was shed ear
twisting’s were nay given. Vulcan Orchards have a unique light blue colouring. With a green vain like
pattern in the flower. The night Orchard is smaller and only grows in caves. Same colouring though but
as I said smaller. Plus it’s leaves are slightly different.” Penny informed her.
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(Reply Trei )
( Posted by Norman )
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(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Nivar Institute - Director's Office- Dr. Felicity Tate- 1545)
She had returned with the two to her office where they were now seated. Drinks had been offered in
order to make them more comfortable. Offering water on Vulcan was standard fare even for the natives.
Especially important though for offworlders like herself and Doctor Solice. The climate was dry to the
extreme and the general lack of moisture in the air siphoned water from a body in an unnoticeable way.
Desert air on Earth was the same way, the drier air didn't seem as hot since humidity drove up the heat
index because it dampened the body's cooling system. The purpose of perspiration was to cause a
cooling effect as moisture on the skin was absorbed by the air. Humid air didn't absorb moisture readily
and the sweat pooled on the skin, dampened clothes and added to the discomfort and the oppressive
atmosphere causing heat sickness.
Dry desert air on the other hand wicked perspiration away quickly, one might even think they weren't
perspiring at all and they didn't notice the heat as much because the natural cooling system was
working efficiently. Not so much in the sun where the beating down of its solar radiation could get
stifling and quickly drive up the internal temperature causing heat exhaustion, heat stroke or death. But
even relaxing in the shade in such an environment one could quickly get dehydrated. And Vulcan was a
desert on steroids due to its higher atmospheric temperature kindled by being in a trinary system. So
staying continually hydrated in such an environment was nearly impossible. Vulcans were much more
acclimated, their bodies highly efficient in regulating their internal temperature and they inbibed water
on a regular basis as a matter of course in order to stay hydrated. Humans, even one like Felicity who
had spent years on the planet much less one newly arrived had to keep the fluid near at hand at all
times and drink almost constantly. Air conditioning helped with internal temperature but to the surprise
of many it was also guilty of causing dehydration since one of the functions of AC was to dry the air.
Cold air holds very little moisture while hot air can hold quite a lot so cooling the air down also drives
down the humidity. The end result is that a human on Vulcan even constantly within the confines of an
air conditioned building is constantly on the edge of being dangerously dehydrated.
Felicity took a long swallow before beginning then set the cup aside. "The only way I know to begin this
Ms. T'Mur is by asking questions. I have some concerns about the course of your treatment and I'm
hoping you can provide me with some answers or at least clues that will lead me to the answers. Can
you tell me about the healer who was treating your case? I don't mean physical characteristics or
anything but his manner, the questions he asked and any insight you might have on him."
(Reply: T'Mur, Solice)
(Posted by Charles G)
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(Vulcan - Botanical Gardens - ACOUNS ACMO LT JG Ariel Trei - 15.45)
She listened to Penny's descriptions of the flowers. She was more interested in smelling the difference
between the flowers than learning more about but could feel Penn's enthusiasm so she played the
mock scenario on a bit longer.
"So how would you rate this row of orchids as if to judge them in completion?"
She thought to herself this ought to be interesting.
(Reply Penny iyw)
(Posted by Edward)
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(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Nivar Institute-Director’s Office- CTO Ensign T’Mur – 1546)
The wait for the two doctors to finish their conversation had allowed T’Mur enough time to center
herself and bring her body back into alignment with her mind. There was a quick walk to the director’s
office. The continuous hum of the air conditioner buzzed in her ears, reminding
her of a time that seemed so long ago now. Doctor Tate sat behind her desk and offered a seat to
T’Mur and Solice. T’Mur sat down taking the glass of water offered. She looked into the water as if
contemplating the secrets that it held. Then she raised the
glass to her lips and too a long sip.
"The only way I know to begin this Ms. T'Mur is by asking questions,” Tate said breaking the moment.
"I have some concerns about the course of your treatment and I'm hoping you can provide me with
some answers or at least clues that will lead me to the answers. Can you tell me about the healer who
was treating your case? I don't mean physical characteristics or anything but his manner, the questions
he asked and any insight you might have on him.”
T’Mur continued to look deeply into the water. She knew that this was possibly going to be the question
asked. How could she tell them. After all, she got the treatment she deserved, did she not? Then she
looked over at Quinna, who continued to look worried. How much did she really want to reveal. That
was, of course, an emotional response. Logic would dictate that she inform both doctors to benefit from
their mutual treatment. She took a deep breath, opened her eyes and looked up.
“The doctors who treated me after the attack gave me adequate initial first aid treatment. That is, they
cleaned my wounds and … well, cleaned me up. However, I will say that there was very little done to
address the…,” she looked over at Quinna, a guilt welled up inside her, “the rape. My parents felt that it
would be most logical if we could put it behind us and definitely not bring it up in polite society. Nor
even within ourselves. It wasn’t until three months later that the diagnosis of Pa’Nar syndrome was
discovered. I had started to lose strength in my left hand periodically. It was given some attention and I
was given a cortical stimulator with a some directions of its use, but again, my parents wanted to keep
the information very… discrete. The doctor agreed that it would be best that few new of the diagnosis.
It might cause problems for their business. True to their concerns, anyone that knew of it wanted
nothing to do with me. The doctor and medical staff could barely look at me.”
T’Mur realized that her heart had began to beat faster, and there was a burning sensation in her eyes.
Her body temperature had risen 2%, and she had begun to shake. She closed her eyes, breathed and
brought herself back into control.
“Is that the information that you were seeking?” she asked.
(reply Tate)
(posted by Al Muir)
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(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Nivar Institute-Director’s Office- CMO Lt. Quinna Solice -- 1559)
Quinna sat back and drank her water as she let the conversations between Dr Tate and T’Mur to occur.
"The only way I know to begin this Ms. T'Mur is by asking questions. I have some concerns about the
course of your treatment and I'm hoping you can provide me with some answers or at least clues that
will lead me to the answers. Can you tell me about the healer who was treating your case? I don't mean
physical characteristics or anything but his manner, the questions he asked and any insight you might
have on him."
“The doctors who treated me after the attack gave me adequate initial first aid treatment. That is, they
cleaned my wounds and … well, cleaned me up. However, I will say that there was very little done to
address the…,” she looked over at Quinna, a guilt welled up inside her, “the rape. My parents felt that it
would be most logical if we could put it behind us and definitely not bring it up in polite society. Nor
even within ourselves. It wasn’t until three months later that the diagnosis of Pa’Nar syndrome was
discovered. I had started to lose strength in my left hand periodically. It was given some attention and I
was given a cortical stimulator with a some directions of its use, but again, my parents wanted to keep
the information very… discrete. The doctor agreed that it would be best that few new of the diagnosis.
It might cause problems for their business. True to their concerns, anyone that knew of it wanted
nothing to do with me. The doctor and medical staff could barely look at me.”
T’Mur realized that her heart had began to beat faster, and there was a burning sensation in her eyes.
Her body temperature had risen 2%, and she had begun to shake. She closed her eyes, breathed and
brought herself back into control.
“Is that the information that you were seeking?” she asked.
Hearing everything made Quinna feel a bit guilty even if all this happened before Quinna and T’Mur
met. As much as Quinna wanted to know more along the lines of the questioning , T'Mur was visibly
shaken by the conversation.
“Ok, I think that is enough for the day.” Quinna interrupted, “It has been a very long day and it is time to
rest. “Quinna spoke directly to Dr. Tate. “There is nothing you need to know today that cannot be asked
tomorrow.”
(Reply, T’Mur, Tate)
(played by Kris)
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(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Nivar Institute-Director’s Office- Dr. Felicity Tate -- 1600)
“Is that the information that you were seeking?” T'Mur inquired.
Felicity had been listening closely with growing horror. The Vulcan female's voice, her manner and
revulsion all added up to one inescapable conclusion. She was about to open her mouth when Dr.
Solice cut her off.
“Ok, I think that is enough for the day. It has been a very long day and it is time to rest. There is nothing
you need to know today that cannot be asked tomorrow.”
Felicity turned her head to the Doctor and nodded. "I agree. Thank you for being here." She then turned
her attention back to the patient. "The treatment suite will be ready by 9 am. I will see you tomorrow.
Thank you for being patient with me and I apologize for dredging up the past."
She watched the two women leave and waited until the door had shut behind them before leaning on
the desktop and burying her head in her hands. No crusades to right a long standing injustice would
begin here. The woman who had come had been traumatized not only by the experience but by its
following stigma. She carried the guilt of countless victims before her like a scarlet letter. Felicity was
not a counselor and what T'Mur needed desperately she could not give her. She could heal her body
yes but not her soul, her Katra.
Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes as she considered what she had heard. The cover-up had
begun at the Vulcans parents and the Healer had been complicit. In doing so perhaps he had thought in
his own logical fashion that he was sparing her further pain. Or perhaps it had been a cold-blooded
business decision. In the end he had followed the wishes of the parents of a very scared and shattered
girl.
Her communication with him now took on a different tone. Maybe he had simply been continuing their
wishes. In the end though he had attempted to lay the blame on this woman.
And she hated him for it. Hated that such an outwardly enlightened culture should contain such rot, so
much pain for someone who had been brutally treated. And that they would continue to do so long after
the crime.
She allowed the tears to flow freely as she sobbed. She had never seen such emotional pain before
and it devastated her. And Felicity had brought it to the surface. She felt soiled, stained by her action.
She was not at fault, she knew that. She had simply been trying to help but at this moment it didn't
matter.
The comm buzzed but she ignored it. She couldn't talk right now, not when she was like this but she
needed to pull herself together. The staff would become concerned and come to check on her and she
couldn't be seen in this state.
And so it was a few minutes later when one of the healers came through the door her face was dry and
she was on the terminal checking on the scans taken of T'Mur. She kept her face averted and on the
screen so that he couldn't see her reddened eyes.
The healing of the body would begin tomorrow. But when oh when would the scars on her psyche ever
be removed?
(Reply: None needed)
(Posted by Charles G)
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(Vulcan - Botanical Gardens - Counselor Ensign jg Reea - 1627)
"Do you see it yet?"
Reea continued looking, but after a few more moments, she tossed her hands in the air. "Sorry, I still
don't."
T'Lov let out a short sigh.
Reea was looking at a rock garden. It was about ten feet square and filled with rocks of all shapes,
sizes, colors, and kinds. There were round and smooth, flat and sharp, and oddly-shaped ones.
Growing through the rocks were plants, mostly scrub and a type of cactus, flora one would commonly
see in a desert. According to T'Lov, there was a logical order to it that projected peace, but Reea
wasn't getting it.
"You are being illogical. I experienced the fullness of this when I was age five," said T'Lov.
Wonderful, thought Reea. A five-year-old gets it and I don't.
"I'm sure if I spent more time studying it, I would understand."
"Would you like for me to explain?" said T'Lov.
A slurpy, rattling that began as a quiet vibration, growing to a sound like pebbles falling on a hard
service, interrupted the discussion.
Reea and T'Lov turned their heads in unison to see Shola finishing a drink through a straw.
The Andorian girl stopped, her eyes looking upwards at the others. "What?"
Reea laughed.
"It's hot and I'm from an ice world," said Shola. "Besides, I like grelberry juice."
"It is important to stay hydrated," said T'Lov. She looked at Reea. "Should we return to our
conversation?"
"Sure. Why not?" said Reea reluctantly.
"The first thing you must realize, is there are...." T'Lov was interrupted by the sound of something
crashing to the ground.
Looking at Shola again, Reea gasped. The girl was lying on the walkway. She was convulsing and
gasping for air.
"Shola!" said T'Lov, emotion and concern in her voice.
Reea rushed to the Andorian, cradling her head so it wouldn't bounce off the hard pavement. Grabbing
her medical tricorder, she did a scan....
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(Vulcan - Botanical Gardens - Counselor Ensign jg Reea - 1629)
"Shola! What's wrong with her?" T'Lov was getting more frantic by the second.
"She has a tiny puncture wound in the back of her left shoulder," said Reea, reading from her medical
tricorder. "She's having some sort of reaction."
"Do something!" shouted T'Lov.
"Her airway is beginning to swell. She's in anaphylactic shock." For a brief moment, Reea felt like she
wanted to run and find someone to help, but she realized they were off by themselves. Shola could die
and it was on Reea to save her. She moved her hand to her right hip.
Reea swore in her native tongue. She hadn't brought her medical kit. She reached to tap her comm
badge, but it wasn't there. Pounding her thighs with her fists, she swore again. Panic began to well up
inside her. If she didn't think of something now, it would be too late.
"T'Lov, go find help."
"What?" T'Lov seemed like she was somewhere else.
Reea smacked the Vulcan girl on the arm. "Go find help!"
T'Lov blinked. "Find help. Yes." She got up and ran off.
Reea needed to help Shola breath. That was the first priority. Her mind racing, Reea saw the cup
Shola was drinking from. The straw reminded her of something old she had been taught in her medic
classes at the academy. She needed something sharp.
The rock garden.
Reea's adrenaline was pouring through her, so the next moments were a fog. She found herself
kneeling next to Shola, holding the straw and a sharp rock. Reea knew what she had to do, but she
was gripped by fear. She had done this procedure in holo simulations, but never for real.
"Stop taking so long," said Reea in an angry whisper. Probing Shola's neck, Reea found the thyroid
cartilage and moved her finger just below it. Taking a deep breath, she used the rock to make a vertical
incision. It was jagged and bled more than she would have liked, but it was the best she could do
under the circumstances.
Starting the emergency tracheotomy caused Reea to click into medical mode. Her nervousness was
gone. The conditions were nowhere near ideal, and there was a serious risk of the dirty rock causing
an infection, but by the Blessed Exchequer, she was going to save this girl.
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(Vulcan - Botanical Gardens - ACOUNS ACMO LT JG Ariel Trei - 16.31)
While looking at the orchids, she was alerted by a frantic 12 year old girl urging her to save her friend.
There was no time to waste so she followed the girl to another girl lying on the ground being attended
by Reea. By the looks of the situation the lying girl was in anaphylactic shock. Reea performed a
tracheotomy that was well done as far as Ariel could see. She could feel the intense anxiety and fear
from the girl's friend. She could also feel the intense need for Ariel to save her friend. She didn't have
time to verbally say that she will do all she can to save her friend. She pulled out a epinephrine( epi
pen) from her purse and jammed it into the lying girls right thigh. She scanned the girl called Shola to
see if the Epi Pen was doing its job. The Epi Pen was not enough until it was learned what caused the
allergic reaction but it would have to be for now. She tried to calm down Shola's friend called T'Lov
and give her instructions to help her save Shola. She had several tablets in her purse to create a
breathing treatment mist for this situation. She needed two pools of water on each side of the patient
to be effective. She instructed T'Lov to dig small holes on each side of Shola and fill them with water.
She then dropped 2 tablets in each of the pools. A mist began cover Shola.
"This should help her breathe until we determine was caused the allergic reaction. Great job Reea. Do
you have any idea what caused the allergic reaction?"
She recalled one time at cheerleader camp when a girl was bit by a bee and went into anaphylactic
shock. She recalled how anxious and fearful for the girl she was. Thankfully the girl was treated
quickly and recovered fast enough to return to camp activities the next day. She hoped the same for
Shola.
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(Vulcan - Botanical Gardens - Counselor Ensign jg Reea - 1634)
"This should help her breathe until we determine what caused the allergic reaction. Great job, Reea. Do
you have any idea what caused the allergic reaction?" said Ariel.
"She has a pinprick in the back of her left shoulder," said Reea. "I believe it was an insect bite."
Reea was thankful Ariel had come. Shola was as close to stable as they could make her, but she still
needed medical care.
T'Lov running for help had drawn attention; Reea could see several Vulcan adults quickly approaching.
"How may we assist you?" said a Vulcan man.
Reea wasn't certain, but she thought she saw an instant of a surprised reaction at seeing a Ferengi.
"We need to get to a hospital." said Reea.
The man turned to one of the others and gave a quick order. Reea had a universal translator implanted
in her left ear, a common Ferengi practice, so she understood what he said.
"How long until the orbital transporter platform will beam us to the hospital?" said Reea.
"Soon."
"She doesn't have soon!" said Reea. She was both frustrated and irritated.
"You must be patient."
Before Reea could fire off a retort, she felt the tingle of a transporter beam. Quickly looking at the
others, she saw Ariel and T'Lov were going as well.
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(Vulcan - Hospital ER - Counselor Ensign jg Reea - 1636)
Reea, Shola, Ariel, and T'Lov appeared in the emergency area of a local hospital. The Vulcan in the
botanical gardens must have told them what happened, as a trauma team was waiting for them. One of
the medical personnel hurried over and scooped up Shola in her arms, taking her to a biobed. Reea
followed.
"The patient has an insect bite on the back of her left shoulder. She had an allergic reaction that caused
anaphylaxis. I didn't have medical equipment, so I performed an emergency tracheotomy." She handed
her medical tricorder to the nurse. "Her vitals are here."
"Thank you. You may wait there," said a nurse, pointing to chairs down a short corridor.
"But I want to see what's happening," said Reea.
"We will care for her. Please wait there. We will inform you of her status when we know more."
"What about contacting Shola's family?"
"We are doing that now. Please wait there."
Reea sighed in exasperation. "Vulcans," she muttered.
Reea joined Ariel and T'Lov. "They want us to wait there. Thanks again for helping, Ariel. I'm glad you
came."
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(Vulcan - Hospital ER - Counselor Ensign jg Reea - 1702)
While the doctors were working on Shola, Reea paced the corridor. She had been shown a place to
wait, but she was so worried, she couldn't sit. She had tried several times to sneak into the ER, but
someone always saw her and sent her back.
Feeling she had waited long enough, Reea quietly moved back through the hallway. Peeking around
the corner, she was surprised to see only a nurse tending to Shola. One of the doctors was walking
towards her.
"You are the person that helped the Andorian girl?"
"Yes. I'm Reea, one of the counselors on the Illuminar."
The doctor raised one of his eyebrows. "A Ferengi counselor? Fascinating."
Reea harrumphed.
"I am Doctor Torvek. The girl is going to recover."
"Her name is Shola."
"Yes."
There were a few seconds of silence. "Can you tell me what happened?" said Reea.
"Normally confidentiality would not permit me to tell you, but since you gave her emergency care, I
believe it will be acceptable."
Get to it already! She wanted to grab the man and shake him.
"Shola was bitten by a starfly. They are not venomous and Andorians are not allergic to them, so this is
an unusual circumstance. The logical conclusion is, that this was simply a rare and unfortunate
incident."
Reea sighed with relief, a smile on her face. Before she could say anything, a loud commotion came
from Shola's biobed. A nurse was escorting an Andorian woman into the room.
Reea and Torvek watched as the woman, presumably Shola's mother, held her daughter, tears flowing.
Reea had never seen an Andorian cry. Actually, she had seen only a handful of them in her life. As long
as things turned out well, that's all that mattered.
"In the twenty-seven years I have practiced medicine, I have never seen anyone perform a
tracheotomy. I congratulate you for thinking of it. However, I recommend you practice, as your
technique was less than ideal."
Reea wasn't angry at Torvek's comment. She wasn't exasperated. She just laughed.
"I will," said Reea. "Thank you, Doctor."
Shaking her head and smiling again, Reea headed back down the hall to tell T'Lov her friend was going
to be fine.
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(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Luxury Suites- CMO Lt. Quinna Solice – 1854)
Quinna sat on her bed wearing a towel. She was staring at the wall. It seemed that the day had
crashed on her all at once. Without being at the institute, Quinna was not sure what to do with herself.
She did not want to stray far from her current location. She wanted to be around just in case.
The only thing Quinna could ask for is someone to talk to. So instead of staring at the wall, Quinna
quickly dressed in her uniform (because she does not have anything else to wear but uniforms) and
headed down to the lobby. There she hoped to meet an intriguing person to chat with.
Actually, Quinna did bring a book with her, so she sat in a chair, drank water, and pretended to read as
she people watched.
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(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Luxury Suites- Lobby Café- Davelahn – 1901)
When Davelahn saw the woman enter the lobby café wearing a Starfleet uniform he watched her
carefully. He recognized the uniform as a medical one. He was… curious. The woman sat down and by
her mannerisms she appeared to be one who wanted to meet someone, yet she gave the impression
that she was attempting to read a book. Either the book did not
hold her interest or that was not her true purpose. This might be the opportunity that he had been
looking for.
Standing up the tall Vulcan stepped out from his place in the shadows and walked across the
room. He stopped in front of the woman, his hands behind his back and leaned over slightly.
“Please excuse the intrusion,” he said politely, “but I noticed that you did not seem to be
interested in your reading material. Would you prefer a companion instead?”
(reply Solice)
“My name is Davelahn,” the Vulcan offered. “I am a … merchant here in ShiKahr for a, you would
most likely call it a mission. May I inquire to your name?”
(reply Solice)
He bowed his head slightly and half closed his eyes. “It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Are
you enjoying your stay on Vulcan so far?”
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(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Luxury Suites- Lobby Café- CMO Lt. Quinna Solice – 1909)
“Please excuse the intrusion,” he said politely, “but I noticed that you did not seem to be interested in
your reading material. Would you prefer a companion instead?”
Quinna looked at the book and then put it down in her lap, “Yes, I would. I just can't seem to get into
the story.” She motioned for the stranger to have a seat in the adjacent chair indicating he was
welcomed to join her.
“My name is Davelahn,” the Vulcan offered. “I am a … merchant here in ShiKahr for a, you would most
likely call it a mission. May I inquire to your name?”
“I am Quinna.” Quinna almost extended her hand but she slid it back as protocol came to her.
He bowed his head slightly and half-closed his eyes. “It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Are
you enjoying your stay on Vulcan so far?”
Quinna answered back in Vulcan. She had taken the time to learn the language so she would not have
to rely on her universal translator, “Ni irak, wuh sadvun t' t'nash-veh sightseeing vinan-tor nash hotel
heh wuh hasuk svitan. Tonk'peh yi i am la' na' ar'kadan, ri wuh vacation.” (Translation: So far, the
extent of my sightseeing includes this hotel and the medical center. But then I am here for work, not a
vacation.)
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“Sorry, I feel it is important to learn a bit of the language of the culture in which I am a guest.” Quinna
adjusted herself, “So you say you are a merchant or did you say you were on a mission? Sounds
interesting.”
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(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Luxury Suites- Lobby Café- Davelahn – 1910)
Quinna answered back in Vulcan. She had taken the time to learn the language so she would not
have to rely on her universal translator, “Ni
irak, wuh sadvun t' t'nash-veh sightseeing vinan-tor nash hotel heh wuh hasuk svitan. Tonk'peh yi i am
la' na' ar'kadan, ri wuh vacation.”
(Translation: So far, the extent of my sightseeing includes this hotel and the medical center. But then I
am here for work,
not a vacation.)
Davelahn raised an eyebrow at the human speaking in Vulcan. The Universal Translator made it
unnecessary however
this Quinna felt it necessary to speak it. She had made an adequate attempt, and he acknowledged
her effort.
“Indeed,” he said, “you speak Vulcan well, although your accent is a little strange."
“Sorry, I feel it is important to learn a bit of the language of the culture in which I am a guest.” Quinna
adjusted
herself, “So you say you are a merchant or did you say you were on a mission? Sounds interesting.”
Davelahn shrugged his shoulders, “Not as interesting as coming to Vulcan to only visit a medical center.
You are here on your own mission? A medical mission? You seem healthy enough, I must assume
your mission is one of your crewmen. Might I inquire of the nature of this mission?”
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(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Luxury Suites- Lobby Café- CMO Lt. Quinna Solice – 1915)
Davelahn shrugged his shoulders, “Not as interesting as coming to Vulcan to only visit a medical center.
You are here on your own mission? A medical mission? You seem healthy enough, I must assume
your mission is one of your crewmen. Might I inquire of the nature of this mission?”
A red flag went off. How did he know she only visited the medical center. Without changing her
mannerisms, Quinna simply replied, “Actually I am here to conduct medical research on Vulcan Holistic
medicine. Sometimes a more holistic approach proves to be a better cure than modern medicine.
Since we are on Vulcan, well…” Quinna realized that she was rambling.
(reply Davelahn)
“So tell me, if I have a moment, what is the one thing I must do while I am here?” Quinna asked, trying
to get the conversation off the medical talk.
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(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Luxury Suites- Lobby Café- Davelahn – 1916)
Davelahn had been a merchant for a better part of his life. He could sense the change. He also knew
when someone was being untruthful. Truth was in the eye of the deliverer. It is truth if one can believe it
to be true.
He knew that this doctor was lying, and she believed she was lying, but for what purpose. After all, she
herself had told him she had only been to the medical center.
“I would have to agree that a holistic approach to medicine is often superior to benefits of modern
science,” Devalahn said. “However, the old ways and beliefs are not always the best. We often have to
make way for the new ways, don’t your agree? Yet was cannot, how do humans put it, throw out the
baby with the bathwater.”
He looked off, his mind wandering toothed thoughts for a moment. Quinn’s voice brought hime from his
mental wanderings.
“So tell me,” she said, “what it the one thing I must do while I am here?”
He looked at her intently, not wanting to press her on the truth. Her lie spoke volumes. She was a
doctor, and dishonesty did not look good on her. Still, he nodded.
“Well that is a question,” he said, and sat up tall. “It depends on your interests. There are cultural
centers, as well various distractions and displays. However,” he paused for a moment, “I am ever the
merchant so I would be remiss to not that there is a bizarre here in ShiKahr is, perhaps, one of the most
diverse shopping experiences on Vulcan. Before you say that it sounds as a boast, first let me say that
I am not a merchant at the bizarre. However I did cross the Forge ignorer to attend the bizarre. That is
my “mission” as I stated before. I have a client looking for a unique item that I may find at the bizarre.”
He paused for a moment, then cocked his head to the right, “If you like, I would be pleased to guide
you through the bizarre. Not all of the merchants there are Vulcan, and some are… less than honest
with their wares. Perhaps you have a companion that would enjoy it as well. I did notice another
female in your group as you arrived. In today’s time a group of Starfleet officers arriving on Vulcan can
get noticed.”
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(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Luxury Suites- Lobby Café- CMO Lt. Quinna Solice – 1925)
“Well that is a question,” he said, and sat up tall. “It depends on your interests. There are cultural
centers, as well various distractions and displays. However,” he paused for a moment, “I am ever the
merchant so I would be remiss to not that there is a bizarre here in ShiKahr is, perhaps, one of the most
diverse shopping experiences on Vulcan. Before you say that it sounds as a boast, first let me say that
I am not a merchant at the bizarre. However I did cross the Forge ignorer to attend the bizarre. That is
my “mission” as I stated before. I have a client looking for a unique item that I may find at the bizarre.”
He paused for a moment, then cocked his head to the right, “If you like, I would be pleased to guide
you through the bizarre. Not all of the merchants there are Vulcan, and some are… less than honest
with their wares. Perhaps you have a companion that would enjoy it as well. I did notice another
female in your group as you arrived. In today’s time a group of Starfleet officers arriving on Vulcan can
get noticed.”
Quinna thought about it. Going against her character she smiled, “I would say we have already been
noticed, by you among others.” Quinna relied.
(Reply Davelahn)
Quinna felt safe to go. She had seen none of the other crew members since returning back to suites.
“My friend that is with me is busy.” Quinna paused for a minute, “I would love to go, if the offer is still on
the table.”
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(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Luxury Suites- Lobby Café- Davelahn – 1927)
“I would say we have already been noticed, by you among others.” Quinna relied.
Davelahn nodded, “Indeed, of that I am certain. You would be a difficult group to ignore. ShiKahr is a
busy city, but new things are noticed.”
“My friend that is with me is busy.” Quinna paused for a minute, “I would love to go, if the offer is still on
the table.”
Davelahn bowed his head, “Absolutely. Have an appointment tomorrow that will take a majority of the
time that the bizarre is open, however I am free the next two days. Do you have a
preference?”
(reply Solice)
Davelahn stood, holding his hands hands folded in front of him. “Then it is agreed, I will see then, does
1100 hours seem like an agreeable time?”
(reply Solice)
“Then as your people would say, ”Davelahn said placidly, “we have a date. I hope that I have used that
in an acceptable manner.”
(reply Solice)
“Since we have an agreed upon meeting time I will not give the traditional parting gesture. Let us say
instead, I will see you then.” With that he turned and left the café.
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(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Luxury Suites- Lobby Café-CMO Lt. Quinna Solice – 1931)
Davelahn bowed his head, “Absolutely. Have an appointment tomorrow that will take a majority of the
time that the bizarre is open, however I am free the next two days. Do you have a preference?”
Quinna was not sure what her schedule will be for the rest of the time she was there. “Let's meet up
the day after tomorrow.”
Davelahn stood, holding his hands folded in front of him. “Then it is agreed, I will see then, does 1100
hours seem like an agreeable time?”
“That would be perfect,” Quinna replied as she stood as well.
“Then as your people would say, ”Davelahn said placidly, “we have a date. I hope that I have used that
in an acceptable manner.”
“You have a knack for human expressions. It’s a date.” Quinna bowed her head. She then bent over
to pick up her book and head back to her room.
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(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Luxury Suites- CTO Ensign T’Mur – 0830)
T’Mur looked over at Sienna, who was still asleep. She made care not to wake her when she rose to
get ready for her day. Her finger tips ran over her own lips as she recalled the pressure of Sienna’s
lips on them. She was suddenly enveloped by a wave of happiness, that was quickly followed by the
ebb of self loathing.
How could she have been so careless and selfish. She now worried as to whether she had passed her
own affliction upon this woman who had done nothing more than show her kindness and love. Now she
might be infected. That’s how Pa’Nar worked. It was passed from one being to another, as if it were
some virus. T’Mur had allowed the moment of fulfillment to overwhelm her personal judgement. She
had never, intentionally, allowed another to touch her mind, knowing the consequences. Now she had
subjected another, someone that she cared about, to be subject to the same humiliation and censure
that she had experience for so many years.
If nothing else, last night showed the importance of this treatment. For the very least, to protect Sienna
from the hazards of this syndrome. An emotional response? A logical choice made because of a 0.1
% necessary emotional connection. T’Mur dressed in a light and loose fitting outfit in recognition of the
work and time that she had ahead of her. She would need to be comfortable. Well, as comfortable as
she could be. There was only so much she had control of.
Once dressed she stood at the doorway and took one more look back at the woman in her bed. She so
wanted to wake her and hold her tightly, searching for a last touch of care before her ordeal. Instead,
she took a deep breath and stepped out of the suite to meet with Captain Sekal in the lobby.
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(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Nivar Institute-Foyer- CTO Ensign T'Mur — 0900)
The entourage for this morning had been much smaller than had accompanied her the previous day.
Today it was simply Captain Sekal and his shadow, Petty Officer Hammond, who seemed determined to
never let the captain go anywhere unaccompanied, and Dr. Solice. Quinn’s looked said volumes about
her feelings. Unfortunately it did not fill T’Mur with the confidence that she was certain the doctor had
intended.
They were met at the entrance of the building by one of Dr. Tate’s assistants and quickly whisked
through the registration process with a palm print from T’Muir and then wicked up to the treatment
rooms. Within five minutes T’Mur was laying on a bed waiting to start.
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(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Nivar Institute-Neural Treatment Suite 2- CTO Ensign T'Mur — 0907)
T'Mur lay on her back on the table. She had never felt so vulnerable in her life. She wondered if that
was how it felt to be subject of experimental procedures. It was not a logical sensation, but it existed
none the less. She laced her fingers across her chest and closed her eyes, breathing to ease her
tension. T’Mur had been grateful that the process of preparation required er to NOT answer any
further questions. She did know, though, that even after this, and her body was healed, that there was
still work to be done.
"Just relax,” Tate offered, "you are going to be here for the next 13 days but it won't seem like it. You will
go to sleep and when you wake up you will be a new woman."
T’Mur opened her eyes and looked at the doctor. Deep in the recesses of her eyes she could almost
hear her thoughts and concerns. “That,” she replied, “might be my biggest concern. Who will I be
after."
"The side effect I noted before is very simple and not dangerous. The neural regeneration rolls back the
clock for a patient but is more noticeable in the aged. Those who are old have regained 30 years or
more of their youth while the young are hardly changed at all. You are young enough that you will
barely notice a difference. It doesn't affect one temporally. A person isn't changed from an adult to a
youth or a child, it merely rejuvenates the one who goes under it."
T’Mur nodded, “That is a relief, as my childhood is not a time I would prefer to repeat. I have read
about the process, but to experience it will be… unique.”
Tate went on to explain the process and the time frame. Six of the thirteen days would be the
mechanism taking over and releasing control of her involuntary functions. The other seven days will be
the treatment. Being in stasis for 13 days is far from a record, but it was 13 more days of stasis than
she had experienced before.
“I wonder,” T’Mur said, not really expecting an answer, “if my brain functions will remain constant. Will I
remember any of the treatment, or even dream?”
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Tate came up to the table and put a gentle hand on T’Mur’s shoulder. She smiled kindly, which was
followed by a sharp sting of the injection. She stepped away, out of sight. There was a slight hum as
the probes descended into place. That was soon replaced by a higher pithed hum.
The last words she heard were from Tate saying, “Almost there."
She closed her eyes and could feel the table retract. She had meant to open her eyes one more time,
more out of curiosity, but found that they would not open. There was a momentary feeling of
constriction, and then … .
T’Mur was no longer conscious of what was happening around her. Her last thought was a line she had
learned from an old Earth book. ~In for a penny…~
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(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Nivar Institute-Neural Treatment Suite 2- Dr. Felicity Tate -- 0905)
T'Mur was in loose fitting pants and a blouse rather than the diaphanous gown she had worn during the
exam. She was lying on her back on a tabletop in the center of the room. The table was anchored to a
single central pillar that jutted from the floor. It was surrounded by a recess the length, width and
thickness of the table. Once the treatment had begun the table would be withdrawn and merge
seamlessly into the floor.
A control panel for the equipment was at the far end of the room. Felicity had been clinical and
detached, not wanting to cause the woman further discomfort. There had been no questions. She
would do her job and let the young woman depart with some semblance of dignity.
"Just relax, you are going to be here for the next 13 days but it won't seem like it. You will go to sleep
and when you wake up you will be a new woman."
(Reply: T'Mur)
"The side effect I noted before is very simple and not dangerous. The neural regeneration rolls back the
clock for a patient but is more noticeable in the aged. Those who are old have regained 30 years or
more of their youth while the young are hardly changed at all. You are young enough that you will
barely notice a difference. It doesn't affect one temporally. A person isn't changed from an adult to a
youth or a child, it merely rejuvenates the one who goes under it."
(Reply: T'Mur)
"The mechanism will take over your involuntary functions such as repiratory and vascular to keep your
body functioning. The process takes 3 days. This hasn't changed since it was first designed. It has to
take over slowly so your system won't be thrown into shock. The actual treatment will take 7 days but
we can't bring you out of it instantly or the shock to your system would be fatal. There will be another 3
days to return control of your involuntary systems back to you. You will be in stasis during the entire
process. Ready?" Small disks like synaptic stabilizers had been attached to her temples. Their only
function was to monitor the patient during the entire process.
(Reply: T'Mur)
Felicity gave her an injection that would stimulate the production of the stem cells that would speed up
the process of regeneration. This breakthrough had brought the original timeline down from 30 days to
half that and sometimes less. A second injection was the sedative that put her to sleep. Having done
that she moved to the panel and initiated the sequence.
Two thick probes descended from the ceiling until they were level with the table and less than 2 inches
from the head and foot of it. She then activated the machinery. Doctor Solice was standing nearby
watching the procedure.
A rising hum from the probes indicated they were powering up. "Almost there."
Several lights on the panel turned green and Felicity keyed in the code that initiated the protocol. Two
technicians and a healer walked in on cue and took up position nearby. There was a wait of 2 minutes
before the table retracted back into the floor leaving T'Mur suspended in the air between the two
probes.
Felicity gave the panel a last look. The transfer had begun and was stable. She stepped away and a
tech took her place, the entire transference would be monitored round the clock. She then walked over
to Quinna.
"Any questions doctor?"
(Reply: Quinna)
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(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Nivar Institute-Neural Treatment Suite 2- Dr. Felicity Tate — 0912)
“Is she feeling the effects. Will she achieve a Rem Sleep. I have to admit, I did read about the
procedure, but this extent was not in my readings.”
Felicity shook her head at the first question. "Initial and all subsequent studies have shown that the
patient while sedated is quite unaware of what is happening. Her mind will sleep and dream during the
procedure as normal. Her brain is not being shut down but the processes it controls are being taken
over so that her neural network can be rebuilt."
“So where will I be staying? I do not feel comfortable leaving T’Mur here alone.”
Felicity smiled. "As her attending physician you have some perks. Come with me."
She led the way out of the treatment suite and passed the Captain who was standing at the viewing
window looking in. He turned his head to look at her as she did so.
"I presume from the efficiency of the process that all is in order."
"Quite so Captain. You will have your officer back in 13 days. Feel free to stop by and check on her
whenever you like."
He nodded and turned back to the window with hands cupped at the small of his back as the women
passed him.
Felicity led the Doctor to the third door down the hall to the right and passed through it. Inside was a
plush couch, a desk with monitor and chair and a replicator to the right of the desk.
"Lights on."
The chamber was lit showing the spartan space that had very little beside the aforementioned items
and a small table beside the couch.
Felicity walked to the desk and keyed on the monitor then inputted her codes and accessed the data for
treatment suite 2.
"As you can see while in this office you can monitor her vital signs continuously. The graphic in the
upper right hand corner is showing the time to the end of process. Currently it is setting up the
transference of the involuntary functions which will be ready in another 8 minutes. Feel free to use this
spare office as much as you like. The couch is soft and good for napping if you have a mind.
Additionally is there is something on the ship you'd like to monitor I can arrange to have it routed here.
Is there anything else I can do for you?"
(Reply: Quinna)
"I'm going back now to watch over the start of the transfer and make sure it goes smoothly. You are free
to move about as you wish. Any questions that arise can be presented to myself or any others in
attendance and if there are any unexpected issues you will of course be notified."
(Reply: Quinna)
(Posted by Charles G)
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(USS Illuminar – Bridge – COps Lieutenant Dieter Gregory – 1000)
Standing watch when on station around a planet was like watching paint dry. Sure, he understood that
not every day was going to be as exciting as it could be. In fact, after the efforts on the Sharlayan ship
and Operation New Hope, some downtime was good.
So, sitting on the command chair, he was busy catching up on work. Reviewing the final reports for
what was done support the Sharlayan. He also had sent his recommendation that now Ensign Oda
Berr be admitted to the MIT accelerated program, sending the work he had done for the reactor
redesign. His former advisor would get the paper, and with all expectations, Berr would be on his way
to a degree. He expected great things out of that man.
Crewman Beaumont came up to him. Gregory looked at the young man. “First cruise Crewman?” he
asked.
“Yes… Yes Sir.” He replied.
“It’ll get better. Once you get used to the hustle and bustle. What do you have there.”
Beaumont handed over a PADD. “CPO Ywan asked me to do a sight inventory of our self-sealing
stembolts and the left-handed arc welder. However, I can’t find any of them, Sir.”
Gregory chucked to himself. A little hazing of the new kid on the crew. “Very good Crewman. Please
report to CPO Ywan, with my complements and ask her to show you where they are.”
Beaumont snapped to attention, dropping the PADD in the process. “Aye, Aye sir,” he said.
“Don’t forget the PADD, crewman, its not like they grow on tree’s.”
Gregory watched the nervous young man take his leave.
Toggling the recorder, “Personal Log, Stardate 2445.10.29. Chief of operations and 3rd officer
Lieutenant Gregory recording. We remain stationed around Vulcan while the Captain and CMO are
assisting one of the crew get necessary medical treatment. We are cycling crew down to Vulcan for
some needed shore leave. The Sharlayan operation was an all hands-on deck, and the crew has
earned some downtime. On a personal note, I would have preferred Mars, but that is for another time.”
“We have been taking on new crew and cadets to fill billets as current members rotate off. Operations
will be swamped with three new cadets. I will be having them shadow Ensigns Chifukukku and McFry
initially. I hope to have one on one meetings with them in the next few days to assess their qualities,
and how best to use them.”
“I remain trepidations as the Captain as promised there is a simulation, he wants to run me through.
He is a creative genius, and I only hope to rise to his level when it comes to command. In the
meantime, I will have to book some holodedeck time to visit my little green mentor for advice and
discussion. End personal log.”
“Sir, incoming transmission from Mars,” Ensign Kud called out.
“Put it onscreen.”
(Reply Mars)
(Posted by Tim)
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(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Nivar Institute-Neural Treatment Suite 2- CTO Ensign T'Mur — 0910)
Quinna listens as Dr. Tate talked to T’Mur. 13 days seemed like a lot of time.
"Any questions doctor?"
The setup seemed unusual for Quinna’s eyes, “Is she feeling the effects. Will she achieve a Rem
Sleep. I have to admit, I did read about the procedure, but this extent was not in my readings.”
(Reply Tate)
“So where will I be staying? I do not feel comfortable leaving T’Mur here alone.” Quinna stated.
(Reply Tate)
(Played by Kris)
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(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Nivar Institute-Neural Treatment Suite 2- CMO Lt. Quinna Solice— 0917)
Felicity walked to the desk and keyed on the monitor then inputted her codes and accessed the data
for treatment suite 2.
"As you can see while in this office you can monitor her vital signs continuously. The graphic in the
upper right hand corner is showing the time to the end of process. Currently it is setting up the
transference of the involuntary functions which will be ready in another 8 minutes. Feel free to use this
spare office as much as you like. The couch is soft and good for napping if you have a mind.
Additionally is there is something on the ship you'd like to monitor I can arrange to have it routed here.
Is there anything else I can do for you?"
Quinna looked around. She expected to be told she could not stay, but she was surprised that there
was a space for her. “This is very generous of you. It’s perfect.”
"I'm going back now to watch over the start of the transfer and make sure it goes smoothly. You are free
to move about as you wish. Any questions that arise can be presented to myself or any others in
attendance and if there are any unexpected issues you will of course be notified."
“Thank you. I have what I need for now.” Quinna sat at the desk in the room. She had brought her
black bag with her, so she reached in and pulled out a PADD which contained TMur’s medical record.
(Posted by Kris B)
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(Xen’Tal - Vulcan Institute of Defensive Arts - Security PO3 Hercules Devers and Jardek - 1330)
Turning
Devers faced the second Vulcan.
“I
am Jardek,” the Vulcan offered and held out a hand. “You have great skill, for a human. We have an
unfair advantage. We are faster, and stronger than you can be. With that in mind, I will give you 80%.”
Devers
took the Vulcan’s hand. “I look forward to our bout,” he replied.
With
that Jardek stepped back, and bowed. His clothes were similar to Teluk’s, but he wore a sash that was
purple around his waist. He stepped back into a fighting stance and prepared himself for the human’s
attack.
V’yless
ran into the ring and handed Devers a flask of water. He leaned close and spoke softly. “Are you
familiar with the differences between ponn-ifla and kareel-ifla? As you noticed, ponn-ifla takes the
opponent's strengths and turns it against them. To its
logical conclusion, there is no way to harm a practitioner of ponn-ifla, especially one as practiced as
Teluk, by attacking. The only true win is to not fight. However, kareel-ifla was developed in a time
when logic was not the basis of our society, and
brute force was a way to defeat your opponent. It might be a form that is more familiar to your style. It
applies direct force to end a conflict as quickly as possible.”
Devers
took the offered flask and drew deeply from it. “Thank you. This is why I am here, to learn, to observe
and to test. As my Kru has taught me to learn where I can. To train with the best.” Handing the flask
back to V’yless, “Thank you.”
Turning
to face Jardek, Devers got into his fighting stance. Jardeck had not moved while he waited for the
human to regain his composure.
Jardek
nodded to Devers, “You may begin when you are adequately recovered.”
Devers
nodded, “You are most fair. I am ready.”
Eyeing
his opponent, advanced slowly, starting with a conventional punch combination to gauge distances and
test Jardek’s reactions. Leading off with a Mat Neung (jab) combination, short fast punches. The key
to this fight, which based on what he knew and confirmed
by V’yless, would play into his wheelhouse better. Using punches and elbow strikes to set up a
devastating kick attack.
Jardel
easily slipped the jabs, knowing that this was a test from Devers. He rolled under the third punch and
took a drop step to the right, threw a driving hook into his ribs, turned to face his opponent then finished
his combination with a cross to his exposed
jaw.
~Game
on!~ Devers thought to himself as Jardel landed a good cross. Using the momentum he gained from
the hook, he pulled his hand up and struck Jardek with a sok tat, the horizontal elbow strike. A good
counter, but not as much power as he could generate if he
had a full lead in. However he used the momentum to spin around, attempting a spinning mat wiang
klap, the backfist strike, one of his favorite combinations that often surprised his opponents as it was a
hard move to master. Devers' flexibility and gymnastics
helped him.
Jardek
absorbed the shock of the elbow strike then ducked under the spinning fist coming towards him. He
shot back with an uppercut, followed by a right hook. These were distraction moves as he switched
stance and threw a stinging inside leg kick that landed squarely
at the middle of Devers left leg. He stepped back to avoid any counter that might follow.
Devers
leg absorbed the blow, buckling slightly. Devers took the momentum to the mat, and rolled away from
Jardek. Arching his back, he sprung back to his feet. “Good hit,” he said as he resumed his fighting
stance.
Jardek
nodded in acknowledgement of the compliment. In his own opinion it was not a good strike or a bad
strike. It was simply the strike he had intended. He knew that Devers was not really giving him his best
showing. It was all too routine. He wanted to see
what the human was truly capable of doing. He stepped out of his stance for a moment.
“If
you would do me the honor,” Jardek said, “do not hold back. Show me your best.” Then he stepped
back into his fight stance, bringing his hands down slightly.
Devers
understood what Jardek meant. The opening round was just to get an idea and judge his opponents
reaction time. Jardek was not kidding about the Vulcan speed. He felt they were matched in strength,
and Devers might have a bit of edge in flexibility, but
he had to watch the fast reactions and counters.
He
bounced up and down as he slowly circled his options in his mind. If he could get Jardek in a clinch,
he could take him to the ground and launch a series of knee strikes.
Jardek
held his ground watching as Devers moved carefully around him. He waited patiently for the right
moment. When the human had arrived at 120 degrees Jardek whipped his left leg around at his face,
spun on the balls of his feet then sent his right leg into an
outside leg kick directed at the sciatic nerve at the midpoint between his hip and knee.
Devers
watched as Jardek aimed a kick to his face, he threw a muay thai buok, the shin block, in combination
with an arm block to catch the kick. That opened him up and the Vulcan’s right leg kick landed cleanly.
Devers grimaced with the pain of the blow to his
nerve. Relying on his gymnastic training, he was able to roll to his side into an aerial cartwheel, sticking
the landing. Using his momentum, he lept into a khao yoa, a powerful knee strike aimed at Jardek’s
chest.
Jardek
brought his hands down to catch the knee before it penetrated deep enough to do any serious damage
and then threw both fists to Dever’s chest connecting with his promised 80% power. He was strong,
even for a human, but his human body would not hold up long
under the small Vulcan’s full power.
He
stepped forward, lifted his arms to protect his head but exposed his ribs. He nodded at Devers. This
was now a test of the human’s endurance. With his sides completely open he said, “Proceed.” Then
he slapped his flanks.
Devers
nodded, and moved in, swinging his arms out to the side of Jardek’s hands. With a quick move, he
brought his hands close together behind the Vuclan’s neck, partially pinning his hands to his side,
executing the muay thai djab ko, a full clinch. If he could
hold it, it was a devastating position to have your opponent in.
He
started using his knee strikes, the khao khong, driving his right knee into Jardek’s side landing two and
then a third blow. Pressing his advantage, he tried to drive Jardek’s right side with a khao chiang, a
diagonal knee strike.
Jardek
breathed at each strike of Devers' knees, tightening his muscles around the bones of his ribs to keep
them from breaking. Then he slowly reached his right hand inside of the clinch and wedged it slightly
apart. But only enough for himself to reach through
and grab the back of Devers’ neck. His left hand reached over so they were now in a 50/50 clinch.
Then, directly after Devers knee struck his flank he shot his own knee strike back onto the human.
They
went back and forth in this cycle for six strikes each. Devers would strike, Jardek would counter.
Suddenly Jardek changed the pattern and struck twice in a row with left knee, pulling Devers down into
the strike. He released the human at the tail end of
the strike to watch his shoot back away from the assault. He looked down to see the green welt
already forming across his midsection and nodded. He was certain that he heard a small crack from
the human’s bones but the man still stood there, ready to continue
the battle.
Jardek
stepped out of his fight stance and bowed his head towards Devers. “I believe that will be adequate.”
Devers
stepped back as well. He was sure his ribs were cracked again. The Doctor, well, he’d be due for
another lecture about violence and such. He put his hands together, raised up to his eyebrows and
bowed low, showing respect by executing the Wai.
As
he stood up, he saw Jekkos walk into the ring, between the two combatants. Devers pivoted to the
side, and again bowed low to the master of the VIDA.
“We
have seen today,” Jekkos said, “The skills of three masters in their field. Meditate on what you have
seen, and what lessons you can take from them to improve your skills.”
Jekkos
turned to Devers, “You fought well and with honor. You are welcome back anytime you wish Mr.
Hercules Devers.” He placed his hand up in the Vulcan Salute, “Live long and prosper.”
Devers
nodded, and returned the salute. “My mate will be most displeased if I do not bring you back to her so
that she can heal those wounds. You as well Jardek.”
Jardek
nodded stoically, as they walked off the mat. “You hit hard.”
(Reply None)
(Posted by Al and Tim)
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(Illuminar - Deck 14 Armoury Chief of Security Lt jg Keung Lee- 1900)
The Armoury was fairly busy with PO3 Carol Linnis and her helpers undertaking their duties. A
crewman whose name Keung couldn’t recall was stock checking the rack of phaser rifles and
acknowledged Keung as he came in. Keung noticed Carol was over by the fire range instructing four
crew members on how to fire automatic weapons.
"Now remember...relax...aim...then fire." She stepped back and watched the crewmen try hitting the
targets again. This time their percentage was markedly higher. "Excellent, much better than before.
This ends your practice for today...unless you wish to practice a bit more, otherwise you’re dismissed."
Lee waited until her instructions were given and then the participants started loosing off their weapons.
"Hi there. Any chance of a quiet word!" shouted Keung over the roar as the weapons were being fired!
"Sure."
Carol and Lee went inside the Armoury Office.
What's up? Sir" Carol said, sitting down in the chair across from Keung's desk.
Keung sat on the edge of the desk. "I'm re-assigning you to other duties. As of now, you no longer have
the responsibility for running the Armoury. You are now the Assistant Security Officer
"Understood. Who is my new replacement?"
"The Armoury Officer will be PO1 Pevn Shasl." explained Keung. "He should be here in about ten
minutes. When he arrives, I would like you to give him the tour of the place."
I'll be glad to do that."
{Ten minutes later}
PO1 Pevn Shasl entered the security office. "Reporting as ordered Lieutenant."
"Welcome Shasi...this is Carol Linnis , Acting Assistant Chief Security Officer." Lt Lee said.
Carol stood up and shook the Ensign's hand firmly. "Welcome to the new job
"Thank you ." Shasi replied,
"Carol will give you a tour of the place. If you have any questions don't hesitate to ask." Keung finished.
"If you'll come with me Pevin. “Carol said as she left the office with her charge in tow.
Pevin nodded acknowledgement to Lt Lee and turned to Carol. He was determined to keep an open
mind about everything that would come his way, he put his full attention on his briefing with Carol.
"Lieutenant Lee has placed you in charge of the Armoury." Now the two were standing in front of the
door. She punched in her access code and the door opened. They stepped inside and Carol gave
Pevin a moment to take in the vast area and array of different weapons displayed before them. Woah.
Now that's a lot of automatic weaponry! He thought. But why so many of what would seem to be
projectile weapons? Personally, Pevin preferred energy weapons as they tend to not leave a mess
behind.
"The access code changes every shift, so you'll have to stay alert to any problems concerning the
coding cycle. (pauses) You will also notice that there are sensors in several areas to keep the area
secure. Any unauthorized access will cause a lock down so the perpetrator can't leave until a security
detail can ascertain who and why they gained access in the first place."
"Well… nothing new here, looks like everything's by-the-book," He noted. "Understood Sir."
{Five minutes later}
This is our firing range." There were two officers currently using the facilities. The sound was
boisterous. "Anyone who wishes to use a weapon on the range needs approval from you and you both
has to sign out the weapon and return it to the Armoury when finished."
” Very good, " he acknowledged. "I do have a question however, what about away teams, are they
treated differently?"
"Absolutely not." Carol smile smiled. This man certainly seemed interested and anxious to do the best
job he could with the responsibility given to him. “Everyone must sign out the weapon. This concludes
the tour."
(Reply none)
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(USS Illuminar - Deck 11 - Rec Room -– Aft Lounge Manager- Diane Chamberlain - 18:30)
It had been a long day. When Diane woke to the empty space between herself and Riolra, she new it
was going to be a long day. Of course that didn’t stop her from snuggling into the Prancing Pony
manager to try and get a little more sleep. But eventually they both realized that they needed to start
their days. Once she was alone, and dressed, she needed to cleanup from their evenings
entertainment. She smiled with the memories of some of the items that had broken during the vigorous
activities.
Then the lounge opened for some tamer relaxation activities for the crew. But to be honest, she just
went through the motions of entertaining the crew. She wound up playing in a video game tournament
with some of the crew from Gamma shift. When they were last at Mars station she had unearthed an
electronic cabinet game called Ms. Packman. It quickly became a hit as it required and amount of skill
and reaction time to master. However, in the end she was still the Grand Master. The consolation prize
was drinks for everyone who participated.
At 1830 she left the Aft Lounge in the hands of her Assistant, Woodrow Boyd, whom everyone called
“Woody.” She had no idea what she was going to do but she felt an urge to stay active. She had
another urge as well, and an evil smile came to her face. Stepping into the turbo lift she announced,
“Deck 3.”
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(USS Illuminar - Outside Gregory’s quarters - ACSO Lieutenant (jg) Jaton Alyl - 1845)
Jaton had been feeling uneasy ever since last night when he saw Dieter in the lounge with two women
hanging off him. The two men had only been on one date but in Jaton’s mind it was magical. And they
hadn’t talked about being exclusive, but still Jaton couldn’t help but feel the pangs of jealousy even
now.
Somehow he had been able to focus on work today, and now that he was done for the evening, he felt
like he needed to do something about it. And so he found himself outside Dieter’s quarters, hesitant at
first to ring the doorchime. But after more than a couple moments he somehow worked up the strength
to ring it.
“Dieter, it’s Jaton. Can we talk?”
(Reply Gregory, any)
(posted by Spencer)
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(USS Illuminar - Deck 3 - Gregory's Quarters -- COps/3rdO Lieutenant Dieter Gregory - 18:46)
After his shift on the bridge, Gregory had spent a few hours catching up on operations paperwork.
Things were going good with resupply, new crew were being processed in and assigned appropriate
quarters. The usual issues involved in keeping a small community fully functional. After he finished that,
he headed back to his quarters to do some reading in preparation of another simulation he was testing
himself on.
Training, he recalled, never ended. While his tactical scores were acceptable, they were not acceptable
to him. Gregory wasn't expecting to be some tactical genius, there were others who had that skill, but
he needed to know how to make decisions in the heat of the moment. Process the incoming data to
ensure success under duress. His appointment was for 19:00, so he took some personal time to send
a note to his parents, as well as check in with Lieutenant Akimoto on Mars. He was still having some
issues with the SPOTS subroutines and her experience was invaluable.
Those messages completed, he stripped and took a shower. A sonic shower was never as good as
real water shower, but with the settings he had worked out, he could stretch out the kinks in his muscles
and be relaxed before his date with destiny.
As he finished the shower, his door chimed, followed by a voice. "Dieter, it's Jaton. Can we talk?"
Slipping on a robe, he stepped over to the replicator in the main living space of his quarters. "Come in,
Jaton, it's open." he said.
As the trill entered, he turned around, "I have a training session at 19:00. Can I get you anything?"
(reply Jaton)
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(USS Illuminar - Deck 3 - Gregory's Quarters -- COps/3rdO Lieutenant Dieter Gregory and CSO
Lieutenant (jg) Jaton Alyl - 18:47)
"Dieter, it's Jaton. Can we talk?"
Slipping on a robe, Gregory stepped over to the replicator in the main living space of his quarters.
"Come in, Jaton, it's open." he said.
Jaton entered as the door slid open and took a deep breath. Gregory turned around, "I have a training
session at 19:00. Can I get you anything?"
“Uh, no,” Jaton said hesitantly. “I just wanted to talk to you about last night now that we’re in private.
Can we sit down?”
Gregory waved his hand, “Grab a seat,” he said as he took his tea from the replicator. “What about last
night?” he asked as he sat opposite of Jaton.
“Well, it was the encounter we had at the Prancing Pony,” Jaton replied as he sat down at the table. “I
feel like we need to talk about what happened.”
“Do you mean how you came up to me, put your hand on my shoulder as if you were trying to stake a
claim to me? Or the kiss to the forehead?” Gregory replied. “Is that what you wish to talk about?”
Gregory paused, looking at Jaton. “I don’t know what you think or expect. We had one date, a very
good date. However, that is all. No expectations, no strings. Or is there some Trill ritual that I am not
aware of?”
“No, no ritual that you missed. I was just surprised to see you there in public with two women fawning
over you just a couple days later, and I must admit jealousy got the better of me.”
“Again, why? We had a good time. I like to have a good time when I’m not on shift. There is a lot
going on, as you know, and physical release is good and necessary. That you are jealous, I can’t help.
Green is not a good color on you.”
Gregory paused, “I’m not one to be exclusive with anyone, it’s not something I am seeking at this time.
What are you looking for?”
“I don’t know what I’m looking for, to be honest. I might’ve been out of line, but at the same time seeing
you out with someone else after so short a time after we had such a good time, which is something we
agree on, just hurt a bit.”
Jaton took a breath and looked Gregory in the eyes. “I wish I could be rational about this but I can’t.
Maybe because my last relationship ended so badly, but I don’t know. I like you. I’d like to see where
this goes if you are still interested. But if we need to set some boundaries, we should talk about that
now.”
“Jaton, I work hard and then I play hard. On a starship there are not a lot of options to play hard. I’m a
gambling man, but taking money from your crewmates isn’t a good practice. Holoadventures are
boring. I take risks, I like to solo free-climb. As the Vulcans say, Infinite Diversity in Infinite
Combinations.”
“So, if you want to explore with me, play hard, I’m all for that. But if you want some sort of
monogamous relationship, I can’t do that. I’d resent you and the relationship and would sabotage it at
every opportunity. If you can live with that, great. If not, I’ll remember our adventure together with
fondness and move on without regrets.”
Jaton thought for a moment, before getting up from the table. He walked around it, and knelt down
besides Gregory. “Here is my answer.”
He kissed Gregory firmly on the lips.
Gregory returned the kiss. “That is settled,” he said. “Now I have to get ready, I have a training
exercise.”
(Reply none)
(Posted by Spencer and Tim)
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(USS Illuminar - Deck 3 - Outside Gregory's Quarters — Aft Lounge Manager- Diane Chamberlain–
18:50)
Diane stood outside of Gregory’s door for a moment. She was not in the habit of going to officer’s
quarters, but Gregory had given her an itch that she just needed him to scratch, and hopefully tonight
she could have him all to herself. Reaching out she tapped on the door chime. Dieter opened the door,
clearly shocked to see her.
“Hey lover,” Diane said seductively, “I was hoping we could have some alone time…”
Then she noticed that he was not alone.
“Oh, I hope I’m not interrupting,” see said saucily.
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(USS Illuminar - Deck 3 - Gregory's Quarters - 18:51)
Gregory's door chimed. He looked at Jaton and shrugged. Opening the door, he saw Diane standing
there.
“Hey lover,” Diane said seductively, “I was hoping we could have some alone time…”
Before Gregory could answer, she continued.
“Oh, I hope I’m not interrupting,” see said saucily.
Gregory shook his head, "Not at all. Diane, this is Lieutenant Jaton Alyl. Jaton, Diane."
"Now you know that you still owe me after losing that bet last night, Diane. However, duty calls. I have
a simulation that I need to do as part of the command training," he said as he took off his robe, standing
there naked. "It starts about 1900, and I anticipate it will be done at 2100."
Gregory reached for a clean uniform and started to dress. "So what say I come by the Lounge about
2200 and we can do some more inventory?"
(Reply Jaton, Diane)
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(USS Illuminar - Deck 11 - Rec Room -– Aft Lounge Manager- Diane Chamberlain - 18:52)
Diane couldn’t help but giggle at his comments. “You may have won sweetie, but I still think you
cheated. I had no idea you could hold your breath that long. Besides winning or losing depended on
your perspective. I still think I won. I just won more times than you did.”
She winked at Dieter admiring the view and remembering, “There are still parts of the Rec Room that
require a more thorough accountability. There is a darts and drinking contest tonight. Drinking starts at
2100, but if you come late you can catch up the others and still play darts. You just have to be the last
man standing at the end. We can see how things measure up after that.”
Then she looked at Jayton. “And your friend? Is he a player or a spectator?”
(Gregory)
She stepped over and ran a finger down his chest towards his nethers, stopping short of her goal. “It’s
looking to be a long night. See soon honey.”
With that she blew him a kiss, licked her lips and turned from the door letting close on the sight of her
tightly clothed body walking away.
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(USS Illuminar - Deck 3 - Gregory's Quarters - CSO Lieutenant (jg) Jaton Alyl - 18:53)
Gregory's door chimed. He looked at Jaton and shrugged. Opening the door, he saw Diane standing
there.
“Hey lover,” Diane said seductively, “I was hoping we could have some alone time…”
Before Gregory could answer, she continued.
“Oh, I hope I’m not interrupting,” she said saucily.
Gregory shook his head, "Not at all. Diane, this is Lieutenant Jaton Alyl. Jaton, Diane."
"Now you know that you still owe me after losing that bet last night, Diane. However, duty calls. I have
a simulation that I need to do as part of the command training," he said as he took off his robe, standing
there naked. "It starts about 1900, and I anticipate it will be done at 2100."
Gregory reached for a clean uniform and started to dress. "So what say I come by the Lounge about
2200 and we can do some more inventory?"
“You may have won sweetie, but I still think you cheated. I had no idea you could hold your breath that
long. Besides winning or losing depended on your perspective. I still think I won. I just won more
times than you did.”
Diane winked at Dieter admiring the view and remembering, “There are still parts of the Rec Room that
require a more thorough accountability. There is a darts and drinking contest tonight. Drinking starts at
2100, but if you come late you can catch up the others and still play darts. You just have to be the last
man standing at the end. We can see how things measure up after that.”
Then she looked at Jayton. “And your friend? Is he a player or a spectator?”
Jaton looked at Gregory, very eager to hear what he had to say about this arrangement.
(Gregory)
She stepped over and ran a finger down his chest towards his nethers, stopping short of her goal. “It’s
looking to be a long night. See soon honey.”
With that she blew him a kiss, licked her lips and turned from the door letting close on the sight of her
tightly clothed body walking away.
Jaton went over and gave Gregory a kiss on the cheek quickly. "Thank you for having this conversation
with me. Now I know what to expect in the future. Good luck with the simulation."
(reply Gregory)
Jaton left Gregory's quarters and jogged a bit to catch up with Diane.
"So what's the story between you and Dieter?"
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(Illuminar - Deck 6 - Fitness Suite Chief of Security Lt jg Keung Lee- 0600 hrs)
Keung Lee scowled as he faced down his opponent.
Ensign Kolr Loceq snarled and tried to connect with a lightning-quick jab. Lee swayed back and his
knuckles missed him by a fraction. He parried the follow-up stroke which almost threw Lee’s balance,
as the Klingon advanced remorselessly on him. Lee ducked and twisted as he backed away, waiting for
his is opening, avoiding a direct confrontation where his strength would be no match for the Klingon.
The Klingon was taller and stronger, but Lee had the better reflexes and manoeuvrability. Lee’s face
was an mask of calm, and only those who knew where to look could see the concentration in his eyes.
Then he saw his opening as Koir dropped his left flank for the briefest time. He darted forward, looking
to get close and under his reach, scissoring his legs in a sweeping arc to throw Lee off his feet.
There was a gasp from the watching cadets.
It was therefore all the more surprising – Lee was not sure how, when he looked back on this later - he
suddenly found herself airborne, before the gymnasium mat rushed upwards to meet his chin,
culminating in crash. he tasted blood.
Kolr’s feint, Lee realized, had been deliberate. The Klingon had probably observed him long enough to
predict his moves.
He hit the ground rolling, bouncing away from Koir’s follow-through. Lee twisted his body as he tried to
kick out with his legs, using Lee hold on him as leverage, and he permitted himself a small smile as
Kolr fell backwards, caught off-balance. The Klingon crashed onto his back unceremoniously. He
yelled as Lee punched hard with his fists into his lower back.
The cadets cheered and whooped
Kolr turned his head, staring at the intensity in Lee’s eyes that he was not finished.. Lee relaxed and
offered a hand to the Klingon. “How are you feeling, ensign?
Kolr grunted as he got to his feet. "You fought well, sir."
"And you." Lee returned the compliment, before turning to the cadets. “Okay who would like to take on
your instructor?”
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(Illuminar - Deck 14 - Firing Range Chief of Security Lt jg Keung Lee- 0700 hrs)
Weapons certification training was one of the tasks that the Chief of Security had responsibility for.
Keung Lee was going to delivered that training to one of the cadets - Jane Walker. He decided it was
going to be a one to one as he sensed it would to building up confidence in the individual and he
wanted to avoid any sense of competitive pressure.
Jane entered the firing range eager to test the two non energy hand pistols that the Chief had selected
for her. The first was the Walther P99. She had only see this weapon used before and that was in a
classical film used by a fictional character called James . Tig liked the feeling of this gun in her hand, it
carried 9x19mm shells and what she had read about the weapon it appeared the pronunciation of the
weapon had under gone several nuances. ('Walther' is properly pronounced 'Valter' but, due to years of
Anglicisation, notably in the James Bond films, 'Wolta' and 'Woltha' are regularly heard.)
"Hello Chief " said Jane who was carrying a Walter P99 in one hand and the other a Micro- Uzi,
“Greetings. Cadet. Perhap you'd like to place your weapons on the table there.” He said pointing.
Jane placed the two weapons on the table.
“You realise that using such weapons is completely different from firing phasers.”
Jane was somewhat surprised, but knew the Chief did know more about these weapons than she did.
“Right. Let’s begin, shall we” said Keung. He picked up a box which contains a magazine for the Walter
P99. “The Walther P99 is a powerful and formidable weapon, but it’s quite light and compact enough to
be adequately concealed. It carries 16 rounds of 9mm ammunition. Quite popular in its day and lethal, if
used properly.”
Keung picked up a magazine. “This is a container which contains the projectiles – bullets.” He then
showed Tig how the magazine was inserted into the gun. “
She was intently as he inserted the magazine. She was anxious to try the new non-energy weapon.
Keung turned to a pair of ear protectors. Put one on himself and handed the other one to a puzzled
Jane.
She looked at the ear protectors and wondered why they were needed, considering during a
confrontation or battle you wouldn't be wearing them.
“Put them on. In a confined space like this, it can get noisy” smiled Lee.
She did as instructed and was ready.
“Now I want you to stand facing the target…stand straight. Hold the gun in both hands..and aim straight
at the target..but don’t shoot!” instructed Keung pointing to a circular target in the shooting range.”
The cadet faced the target and planted her feet comfortably, she liked the way the weapon felt in her
hands.
“Take your time..there’s the trigger..with your finger, pull back the trigger.” Said Lee, knowing what to
come next. It was a shock for first time users of such weapons especially when they’re only familiar with
energy weapons. First comes the sound of the explosive shot followed by the recoil.
Jane slowly squeezed the trigger and the noise and recoil both jarred her body and surprised her by its
repercussion of the sound.
“Good. Try again.” Said Keung.
Jane fired a few rounds and began to feel more comfortable with the P99 and felt inner pride that she
was hitting the target with more accuracy.
After five minutes of firing, Keung saw that Jane had hit the target. “Well, how do you feel! Ready to try
the Micro-Uzi?
"That was great! I think I settled in quite nicely." Jane said, feeling much better about the whole
non-energy weapon debate.
“The Micro-Uzi was a popular weapon mostly used as a Personal Defense Weapon for the military and
for close protection work! You also add a telescopic Relfex Suppressor. It’s a powerful weapon and a lot
different from the Walter P99! It fires multiple shots as opposed to a single shot at a time.”
"I'm ready." She knew the kick from this weapon was greater than the P99, but felt she could handle the
Micro-Uzi.
“Now hold it at wrist level with your right hand holding the trigger and the other hand holding the
barrel…good!” observed Keung.
Jane moved her left hand around the barrel until she had a comfortable grip. "All right."
“Fire!” He ordered.
Jane pressed down on the trigger and multiple shots fired in succession. ~Wow! Now this is a
weapon!~ She thought.
For ten minutes, Tig fired off the Micro-Uzi before Keung felt this cadet was ready for more.
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(Vulcan surface – Tourist shuttle Chief of Security Lt jg Keung Lee- 0900)
Keung Lee had taken the opportunity to go on a guided tour of Vulcan. This was the first time that Lee
had stepped foot on Vulcan. Back in his time, Keung enjoyed visiting places of historical interests. fter
all he was a former history teacher. He had heard incredible stories about Vulcan and the influence
they had on Earth’s development in space exploration.
As Lee settled in his seat on the tourist shuttle, . There nine other tourists on board the ship and All
were human from Earth” . Everyone had a window view.
The shuttle lifted off for the two-hour flight. Standing up at the front of the cabin was the tour guide who
was human who picked up a headset
“Good morning everyone. Welcome aboard the Sha Ka Ree for the tour of Vulcan. My name is Sandra
your tour guide. You going to experience two hours of a wonderful time If you got any questions, do
free to ask. How many of you been to Vulcan?”
Keung noticed nobody indicated them have
“That’s wonderful. Let me start by giving you some basic information about Vulcan .It an inhabited
M-class planet in the Vulcan system . It had no moons, but appeared to have close planetary
companions. Vulcan was a founding member of both the Coalition of Planets in 2155 and the United
Federation of Planets in 2161 The Vulcans are widely renowned for their strict adherence to logic and
reason as well as their remarkable stoicism. The government is a representative democracy. Individual
political advancement was are based on meritocratic principles. As for the climate..you will have
notice..it is hot and has a thin atmosphere. All I can say it that its climate is harsh and as you will see
as we will be flying over large deserts and large mountain ranges.”
“So do they have a belief system.” Asked one tourist whom Lee noticed was wearing a clergy dog
collar.”
“Well, the Vulcans held a number of spiritual beliefs. Their religious system was polytheistic. They also
believed in the katra, the soul and consciousness of a person, which could be transferred psionically
prior to death.” Said Sandra.
Giggling again and waving her arms about, Sandra said ‘Now this tour is partly is focused on the
human prospective although we will show you the wonderful sights of Vulcan. “How well do you know
Vulcan’s involvement in Earth’s early space development programme.”
This was intriguing, thought Lee. Early space development programme. “How far back are we talking
about?” Lee could feel the shuttle lifting off.
“Oh good. I’m glad you asked about that.” Said Sandra. “There is evidence that the Vulcans
conducted a series of survey missions to Earth as early as 1957. There were stories of UFO sightings
at the time..mostly probably of Vulcan origins.” She laughed.
She turned to a holographic image of a space craft “Anyone recognise this?”
The woman behind Lee put her hand up “That’s the Phoenix! Wasn’t that Zefram Cochrane’s ship
which had the first warp drive.”
Sandra smiled “That’s certainly true. It was the ship’s warp signature which attracted the attention of
the Vulcan survey ship, the T’Phana-Hath and prompted first contact between humans and Vulcans.
Although later the Vulcans offered their technological guidance, they were heavily criticised for holding
back Earth’s development. But we are all friends now, eh?”
Lee could feel the shuttle flying faster. Sandra spent the next hour giving a commentary as the shuttle
over the various points of interest on Vulcan. The shuttle flow over the Shirkar Academy “a prestigious
Vulcan university’ ; a fly pass of the Temple of Amonak “Now that’s a one of many sacred temples..”
The Vulcan Science Academy building “Now only clever Vulcans work there.” Lee wondered
how T’Mur was getting on.
The shuttle flew over The Fire Plains a lava field consisting of fiery pits which bought a few appreciative
‘oohs and ahs’. Several large statues of historical figures could be seen although Sandra didn’t mention
them. Then there was fascinating Vulcan's Forge vast desert and deep forests. Vulcan history. “It’s
the home to one of Vulcan’s animals called the sehlats “explained Sandra who giggled again when she
explained they basically giant teddy bears “
“We are flying over Mount Seleya. You could just see a temple next to the building known as the Hall of
Ancients. It was here that the concept of the Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combination or IDIC was
formulated here. Unfortunately, we not permitted to land there without a special permit.” Said Sandra.
“Now we going to find another spot to land for a rest break and try out some Vulcan food which we have
aboard. krei’la..sort of scones.. gespar-masu, the juice of gespar, a fruit grown in the temperate zone
of Kir Provence”
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(Vulcan – Vulcan Shuttle - Ensign Scott Matrix- 0910)
Scott was taking advantage of shore leave. This was his second day touring Vulcan. He’d recognized
several crew members on this tour. Chief Lee was one. The Vulcan liaison was very different from the
one Scott had encountered before. It was more informal and personable.
“Good morning everyone. Welcome aboard the Sha Ka Ree for the tour of Vulcan. My name is Sandra
your tour guide. You going to experience two hours of a wonderful time. If you got any questions, do
free to ask.“
The guide presented some basic information about Vulcan, class of the planet, founding members, etc.
Scott was familiar with its history from his Academy days so he tuned out this part of the tour. He was
more interested in seeing Vulcan…hopefully they would be allowed to see and experience Vulcan
personally.
Mount Seleya came into view as the shuttle pivoted and paused to allow everyone a good view. Scott
took note and snapped off a few photos for his bucket list.
“We are flying over Mount Seleya. You could just see a temple next to the building known as the Hall of
Ancients. It was here that the concept of the Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combination or IDIC was
formulated here. Unfortunately, we not permitted to land there without a special permit.” Said Sandra.
“Now we going to find another spot to land for a rest break and try out some Vulcan food which we have
aboard. krei’la..sort of scones.. gespar-masu, the juice of gespar, a fruit grown in the temperate zone
of Kir Provence”
~Excellent~ thought Scott.
(Reply any, none)
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(USS Illuminar - NCO quarters - PO3 Hercules Devers - 1200)
After the sparring, Devers had returned to the inn where T'Par, good to Jekkos' word, treated his injury.
It was definitely a cracked rib, so he'd have to see the doc on the ship. The rest of the night was spent
in deep conversation with Jardek, Teluk and Jekkos. This conversation had helped him understand, a
bit, the ideas and philosophy of the two martial arts taught at the VIDC. He had more affinity with
Jardek, but realized there was much to learn from Teluk and the ponn-iffla. If he could master a few of
those moves, it would elevate his hand to hand combat skills.
In the morning. he took his leave of Jekkos and thanked T'Par for her hospitality. He promised to return
when he could, as there was much for him to learn. As a parting gift, he presented the mongkhon
(headband) and pra jiad (armbands) that he wore in the fight to Jekkos as way of thanks. Knowing the
significance of these items, the VIDC master accepted them, promising to display them to remind his
students that one must seek knowledge in all things.
On the shuttle ride back, he spent a lot of time reviewing the fights in his mind. He realized he needed
to work on his flexibility more, something the NCO morning workouts were not focusing on. He'd have
to see to that. Flexibility would be a key component if he wished to learn anything from the ponn-iffla.
Back on the ship, he'd headed to the NCO quarters to stow his gear and get back in uniform. There he
ran into Collier. "How was the fight? You win?"
Devers smiled, "I learned," he replied.
Collier looked at his side, "Herc, you need to learn to guard your ribs. Have you seen the doc yet?"
"I just returned. I was planning to go there now."
"Great, maybe tonight you want to hit the town."
Devers chuckled. "We shall see what the doc says. How are things otherwise?"
Collier shook his head. "Chief's got a training bug up his butt. And we have some new cadets to break
in. Oh, and Carol is no longer the Armory officer. She got some promotion or other."
"Damn, so we got to work on someone else to get access to the shooting range? I was looking forward
to a bit of a ladder challenge. Maybe we'll have to setup an NCO fight league next."
"Who is going to fight you, Herc. You're one of the best hand to hand folks any of us have ever seen."
"That doesn't mean we can't all get better."
The two men kept chatting a bit before Devers took his leave to go to medical.
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(USS Illuminar - Deck 5 - Sickbay - 1300)
Stepping into sickbay, Devers looked around. With everyone taking shore leave, it as pretty quiet. A
passing person looked at Devers, "Take a seat, Someone will be with you in a moment."
(Reply Medical)
(Posted by Tim)
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(Illuminar - Deck 14 Security office - Chief of Security Lt jg Keung Lee- 1400)
Chief of Security log, Stardate 2445
I’m still getting used to the face that I am a Lieutenant jg and Chief of Security. More responsibility!
Even though I took on some of the duties of a Security chief as the assistant chief of security, it was
frustrating knowing that you couldn’t make any significant policy decisions. Now I can. I intend to make
the most of it. It is my desire to ensure that my security people to show excellence and not fall victim to
the ‘red shirt’ scenario!! That includes the cadets that recently joined the ship which is why I assigned
an Ensign Kolr Loceq to mentor them. I always seen Klingon s Security officers makes the best
instructors. They’re the equivalent of my time’s Sergeant majors!!
I have made organisational changes in my team. PO3 Carol Linnis the former Armoury officer is my
Assistant chief of security although she will continue to have overall eye on the work of the Armoury. I
will recommend to the Captain to give Carol a promotion to PO2. The Armoury officer is now PO1
Pevn Shasl and he will have a rotating team of Armoury assistants from the Security team. Which
reminds me. There are a number of non energy weapons in the Armoury. The standard weapon are
phasers. So I will be implementing the Captain’s standing orders that any Security officer who want to
be issue with a a non energy and blades will have to submit their request in writing to either the
Armoury officer or myself which will then be submitted to the Captain for consideration. This includes a
rotation of staff to man the Security Monitoring Centre. Flexibility and developing the skillsets of my
Security Officers is the order of the day. To this end, I will be devising a regular training and
development programme for all the Security officers.
I am devising a regular training and development programme for all the Security officers when they are
not assigned to stand watch and patrol. They will e mostly going to be running through training
exercises to make sure that when the time comes for their thirty seconds of terror they'll be ready for it.
This probably will involve a gruelling physical fitness regimen, live fire exercises, and holographic
scenarios that are only barely less terrifying than an actual crisis.
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(posted by John)
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(USS Illuminar – Deck 11, Main Engineering - Ensign Scott Matrix- 1501)
Scott had spent the better part of the morning touring Vulcan, but he had to get back aboard the
Illuminar for his shift in engineering. He’d just finished up a quick shower, dawned a fresh uniform and
reported to engineering. His blue PADD at the ready he reviewed today’s work and systems status.
“Nothing urgent, just routine maintenance.” He said aloud.
Scott punched up the systems schematic on the primary workstation and initiated several diagnostic
routines that aligned with the planned maintenance cycle. After several minutes, the computer
displayed a warning on one of the EPS conduits in environmental control. It was a secondary system
that had been ignored for maintenance over more pressing work. Scott had anticipated the warning and
procured the necessary replacement parts. It would take him just under 30 minutes to complete the
upgrade and test the repair.
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(USS Illuminar – Deck 12, Environmental Control - Ensign Scott Matrix- 1545)
Scott finished up the physical removal and installation of the replacement EPS coil and secured panel
A12-B. The diagnostic indicated that the repair was well within operational parameters. Scott marked it
in operation on his PADD and headed back to engineering.
“Let’s see what’s next on the agenda.”
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(Posted by Steve)
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(USS Illuminar – Personal Quarters - Ensign Scott Matrix- 2330)
Scott had a productive day working on various maintenance projects and for the most part, all went
well. There was one troubling issue he still had to work out with one of the scanning interfaces in
astrometrics. He’d get the chief’s input on it in the morning.
“Computer send a maintenance note to Chief Jordaan on the astrometrics scanner…include the
diagnostic results. Mark it non-urgent but would like your input.”
[Acknowledged]
Scott stepped up to the inboard replicator, “Computer, martini…gin…dirty with three olives.” It was a bit
late in the day for a drink, but his was on third shift tomorrow and he needed to relax a bit.
Scott took off his uniform, put on more comfortable clothes and sat in his dimly lit quarters and sipped
his replicated martini.
He hadn’t seen or heard from Abbie for several days. That concerned him, but figured she was busy
with either shore leave or shipboard duties. He sent her a short message asking how she was doing
and if they could meet for dinner soon, but no reply yet. Perhaps she was too embarrassed from his
karaoke stint? Nah…Abbie didn’t seem the type to embarrass easily. Scott briefly considered reviewing
her duty log or inquire about her whereabouts, but somehow that would seem an intrusion on her
privacy. He liked Abbie and hoped they would explore a relationship.
“Computer…alarm for tomorrow at 0730.”
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(Posted by Steve)
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(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Outside the Nivar Suites– Bohb- 0700)
Bohb was pretty good at recognizing patterns. There was just something about that Vulcan captain that
was nagging at his attention, so he had been keeping an eye on his activities. He sat on a bench
across from the suites and waited. He had noted that the captain had a habit of taking a morning
constitutional in the mornings. So he sat and waited fiddling, absent mindedly, with a phase energy
converter that he had been working on for the past few days, as he watched the entrance of the Suites.
He knew that sounded kind of creepy, but it was not out of his way to work at the trans hub, and he had
never gotten out of the habit of waking up far earlier than he needed to to be prepared for duty. The joy
and horror of being a Magillan, once you have created a habit it was virtually impossible to break it.
And once you got a bug in your ear, you just had to discover what it was. He had to figure out what this
familiarity with the Starfleet officer was.
To be honest, he already had begun to formulate a hypothesis, but he needed more data. Observation
and interaction was what they had drilled into him. A few days of observation, but he’d had no
interaction with the problem. There was a blip tone as the piece of the converter he’d been working on
slipped into correct alignment. He looked down at the device and smiled. He should be able to take it
apart and put it back together blindfolded by now, but he was trying to increase the output.
When he looked back up he saw his quarry. The Vulcan has stepped out of the Suites and turned… to
his left this time. An interesting deviation from his previous observations. He wondered… . He had
done some observation but it was time for some interaction. He stood up and dropped the device in his
shoulder bag, and crossed the street.
Even in a world where uniques beings were often seen, a Magillan stood out. They were taller than
even most Vulcans, and took up a great deal of space. It was difficult to be “clandestine” so Magillans
did not make very good spies. Bohb was no different. He was certain that it would not take the Vulcan
long to realize that he was being followed. But Bohb’s purpose was not to be clandestine but to
interact. He began to lengthen his strides until he caught up with his prey.
As he came along side he looked over. There was just something that he felt was so familiar. Well,
most Vulcans looked similar. But this one… there was something about his mannerisms, even his gait
as he walked. Now Bohb was beginning to feel a bit awkward. He did not often understand social
interactions with most races. Vulcans he kind of got.
“Excuse me,” Bohb said the Vulcan, “I am sorry to intrude in your morning time, but I just have a feeling
that we have met before. Am I familiar to you?”
(reply Sekal)
(posted by Al Muir)
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(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Outside the Nivar Suites– CO- Captain Sekal- 0706)
Life on the surface of Vulcan had already fallen into a pattern. Sekal was aware that Dr. Solice spent
the better part of the day at the Institute in order to monitor the neural regeneration process and would
come to the hotel to sleep. Generally she would then arise early to return to her vigil.
The Captain had his own rote being to make several forays from the hotel, the first being at this time of
the morning. While T'Khut was high in the sky and the primary sun had made its debut was the coolest
part of the day and walking to the Institute during that interim helped his body to readjust to long term
investment in it. Taking shorter jaunts at midmorning and afternoon once the temperature had crested
was aiding the adjustment as well. The afternoon walk was of necessity short. Vulcans normally limited
their out of door activities during the hottest part of the day.
On the morning T'Mur had been admitted to the Institute and the procedure had begun he had noted
the presence of an unusual figure being that a large primate was not native to his homeworld. On each
subsequent departure from the hotel he was also noted in the same spot and while he did nothing
untoward his attention seemed to follow the CO when he left, even when there were other Vulcans out
and about on the street.
Sekal had seen nothing otherwise noteworthy in the beings demeanor so was not concerned. This
morning however when the being looked up at his exit he turned toward the market rather than the
Institute. There was another reason for this. Since he was varying his routine to assess the other
beings intent he had decided some fresh fruit and juice would be a good target.
It didn't escape his notice that the being had this morning decided to follow him so he slowed his pace.
The other would then overtake him or slow likewise. The former happened.
“Excuse me, I am sorry to intrude in your morning time, but I just have a feeling that we have met
before. Am I familiar to you?”
Sekal stopped and turned to face him. He cocked his head a bit as he looked over the other's features.
"I do not believe we have ever met. I would certainly remember a being such as yourself. Is this why
you have been following me?"
(Reply: Bohb)
Sekal shrugged slightly. "I have not been long in StarFleet however my Father was a member of that
entity until 28 years ago and has recently returned. His first commission was aboard the USS Nimitz
and he later commanded the USS Hades among others."
(Reply: Bohb)
"His name? Saleke. Are you familiar with him? Perhaps it is my resemblance that has caught your
attention."
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Bohb looked at the questioning look on the Vulcan’s face as he studies the Magillan
"I do not believe we have ever met,” he stated in that cold Vulcan way that many found irritant. “I would
certainly remember a being such as yourself. Is this why you have been following me?"
Bohb nodded and said, “I’m not sure I’d technically call what I’ve been doing as following you, more
watching, but yes.” He instinctively reached out with a finger and poked the Vulcan in the shoulder. “You
remind me of someone that I knew when I was in Starfleet.”
Sekal shrugged slightly. "I have not been long in StarFleet however my Father was a member of that
entity until 28 years ago and has recently returned. His first commission was aboard the USS Nimitz
and he later commanded the USS Hades among others."
Bohb suddenly got very excited. The mention of the Hades brought memories back. Mostly good, some
not so much. “Your father commanded the Hades? What is his name?”
"His name? Saleke. Are you familiar with him? Perhaps it is my resemblance that has caught your
attention."
“You are captain Saleke’s boy?” he cried out wrapping him in an enormous hug, completely ignoring
polite Vulcan etiquette. “He took over the Hades after Devan Sash. Of Course! Your father was a great
captain. His exit from the Hades prompted my leaving the fleet.” He stepped back shaking his head in
disbelief.
“So Saleke finally found a mate,” the Magillan had a huge smile on his wide face. “I am so sorry. I am
Bohb. What did Saleke name you?”
(Reply Sekal)
“How’s your father? He’s gone back to the fleet? What prompted that? Is he commanding a ship. Don’t
tell me they made him admiral and he’s commanding a desk. That would be a waste. Wait, the fleet is
back? What are you doing on Vulcan?”
Bohb peppered Sekal with a series of questions, his curiosity piqued. His brain was working at near
warp speed. He’d heard rumor of the fleet back in action but this was the first that he’d really seen any
evidence.
“There’s a juice bar just ahead,” Bohb announced. “Can I buy you a drink and perhaps get some
questions answered? That is if you have the time.”
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“You are captain Saleke’s boy?” He gave Sekal an unexpected... and crushing hug which drove the
oxygen from his lungs.
“He took over the Hades after Devan Sash. Of Course! Your father was a great captain. His exit from
the Hades prompted my leaving the fleet.”
“So Saleke finally found a mate, I am so sorry. I am Bohb. What did Saleke name you?”
"Sekal and my mothers name is T'Kess." He said after regaining his breath. "She is in the Vulcan
diplomatic party."
“How’s your father? He’s gone back to the fleet? What prompted that? Is he commanding a ship. Don’t
tell me they made him admiral and he’s commanding a desk. That would be a waste. Wait, the fleet is
back? What are you doing on Vulcan?”
The questions were flying thick and fast and he endeavored to answer the excited Bohb in order but to
do so required leaving out much of the context. "He accepted the post of Vice-Admiral in charge of
Research and Development after the Admiralty was sacked en masse. The Hades has been refitted
and his flag is on it. Perhaps you have not heard but StarFleet is once again expanding and my ship
was completed only a few months ago. As for why I am here, a crewman needed treatment and the
closest planet that met the requirement was Vulcan."
“There’s a juice bar just ahead, Can I buy you a drink and perhaps get some questions answered?
That is if you have the time.”
Sekal gave a minute shrug. "I have ample time." He knew which juice bar and where, it was close to the
Institute and was a favored haunt of those who attended it including the professors. Due to the hour it
should be relatively quiet.
The Magillan was a bundle of excited energy and Sekal was unaware of the reason for it however he
was willing to indulge his curiosity as long as it didn't segue into classified topics.
They turned in at the bar and Sekal paid for a large, frosted glass of orange juice, no pulp then took a
seat at a table by the window and waited for the next barrage of questions.
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Bohb really wasn’t sure how he was feeling about the fleet being put back into expansion. His own
departure was philosophical in nature. He was not in agreement with the way the fleet had been used.
He’d been in far to many battles for an organization that had initially been for exploration and discovery.
But he was glad to hear that Saleke was back in command of a ship.
He new the juice bar that Sekal was talking about. It was a favorite of his. They carried a more…
exotic collection of fruits. When they entered there were only a few patrons. Early risers, not late
shifters. They were generally not interested in fresh fruit drinks. A nodded at the his choice of orange
juice. It was not a common drink for Vulcans, but he’d seen a few taking it up. He stepped up to the
counter and ordered a “Bohb Special.” He saw the curious look from Sekel and winked.
Magillans were vegetarians, and Bohb was known in most of the fruit establishments. They did not
have pineapples but they had a fruit that had the same acidic and sweet taste, along with strawberries,
and a a few other fruits. The on going tease was that they wanted to give him bananas, but he was
allergic to them and any fruit that had a similar genetic makeup. The results of his latest event was not
pretty, and the juice bar was cleaning up afterwards for several hours.
Drink in hand he led Sekal to a table. He moved the chair away and pulled up a larger stool. Then he
looked at the son of Saleke and smiled. “Wow, I still can’t believe it,” Bohb shook his head. “Saleke
has a mate… and a child. But no longer a child. He lifted his glass in salute.”
“So,” he started to focus his questions, “a crew member needing medical care at the Nivar Institute?
Must be pretty serious. Was it the little Vulcan girl. I haven’t seen her coming or going for the last few
days.”
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“I hope that she will be all right,” he said sincerely.
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“So the fleet, eh,” he went on. “What happened? I mean, everything had gone to, well, hell in a hand
basket all those years ago. When your dad left I was certain that if would snow in the Forge before he
put on a uniform again. Ktell must have been pretty damned persuasive.”
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“Wow, I still can’t believe it,” Bohb shook his head. “Saleke has a mate… and a child. But no longer a
child." He raised his glass, took a drink and continued.
“So a crew member needing medical care at the Nivar Institute? Must be pretty serious. Was it the
little Vulcan girl. I haven’t seen her coming or going for the last few days.”
Sekal nodded but volunteered no information about the patient other than. "She is in my tactical
department."
“I hope that she will be alright,” he said sincerely.
"The process has a high success rate." Once again he skirted the details.
“So the fleet, eh,” he went on. “What happened? I mean, everything had gone to, well, hell in a
handbasket all those years ago. When your dad left I was certain that it would snow in the Forge
before he put on a uniform again. Ktell must have been pretty damned persuasive.”
That was not sacrosanct ground and he could expound upon it at length. "My father had a number of
issues with Starfleet in its former iteration. Its highly politicized nature and its treatment of a life form
which he had grown close to. You are correct in that it would and did take extreme measures to attract
him back to the Fleet. He was quite content to remain with the Vulcan Defense Force with the project.
The fact that I chose to enlist in StarFleet had no bearing on his return. It did however factor into the
posting he accepted."
“The Hades.” Bohb said with a dreamy look in his eyes. “I can only imagine what they did to it to make
it their flagship. Some kind of transwarp slipstream drive to get you some place before you had to be
there.”
"There may be some misunderstanding. The Odyssey Class USS Republic is the fleet flagship and
commanded by Ktell. An Admiral is considered of flag rank and his command of a ship is noted as
bearing his 'flag'
As for what happened to cause the cascade of events… you have no doubt heard of the attack on
Earth called colloquially the devastation bomb. The CinC of the Admiralty was found complicit in the
conspiracy and the rest of the Admiralty other than Jana Bell and Admiral Janeway were sacked due to
corruption. The posts of the admirals were filled with veterans of the 52nd fleet due to their
unquestioned loyalty, experience and capabilities."
“KTell was a lot of things,” Bohb admitted, “but he was honest and loyal beyond any reproach. And
then your dad, Vice-admiral?”
"Pardon me for the misunderstanding. Commodore Remae was removed from the Admiralty by the
former CinC and chose to remain a Commodore during the replenishment of that body. It would seem
he did not relish returning to the desk you spoke of." He cocked an eyebrow. "Vice-Admiral yes. There
are only 2 true Admirals at this time. They will no doubt move up in time."
“It’s so much politics for a simple engineer like me,” Bohb said. “Admiralty has caused problems for the
Federation for a lot longer than that. I still remember the internal war caused by Admiral Doenitz. As
they say, you can never trust anyone over the rank of captain. However, I hope your father can change
that. It almost makes me want to come back.”
Sekal took a drink of the frosty juice, a drink favored by Saleke before him and added to his diet due to
the side effects of other drinks he had tried. "Research and Development which is his posting was the
department I was leading on Mars in an effort to return the fleet to relevance. We have caught up to and
in some ways surpassed them. The quadrant is vastly changed from the way you remember it but we
now have the tools to accomplish our exploratory push and expand our knowledge once again. And
more breakthroughs will come in time. We no longer have a battle fleet like the former 52nd but have
returned to the root of the Fleet's former aims. And my Father is not the only one who has brought a
return of honor to the Admiralty. The Fleet you once knew is gone and a more enlightened one has
taken its place."
Bohb nodded. Sekal had given him some food for thought. “So tell me Research and Development,
did they ever perfect that multiphasic sensor array to reach into subspace bands without disturbing or
getting the attention of anyone living in those bands?”
"No, that research is still ongoing. However we have had other breakthroughs in subspace technology
you might be interested in. Unfortunately I can not discuss them as they are classified and the
foundation of my ships warp engine technology."
“No, no, of course not,” Bohb apologized. “I let my curiosity get the best of me.” He took a deep
breath. “I can’t say that I don’t miss the exploration and development of new technologies. I’m afraid
that I’ve been reduced to little more than a handyman, repairing old and broken down transports that
make their way here. Although I have a pretty good track record. But I suppose you can’t go home
again, can you Captain?”
Sekal cocked an eyebrow at him. "I deduce from what you have spoken that you left the Fleet for much
the same reasons my father did however as I noted those conditions have changed. I do not know your
age nor your species' lifespan but it would appear you are still strong and vital. And StarFleet at this
point in time is in need of experience to mix with the exuberance of youth. A former member of the fleet
in good standing would be welcomed back."
Bohb blinked, like having a glass of water thrown in his face. Then he laughed a roaring laugh. “Strong
and vital? Well that was what the female said to me last night.” He looked at the placid face of the
Vulcan. “That was a joke my boy. I had no carnal knowledge of a female last night. Magillans are a
hardy species. I will admit that I am at a more advanced age, but our lifespan can be around 200
years. Although I am in the second half of my life I still have all my faculties.”
There was a beep from his bag. He pulled out the energy converter and smiled at it. He tossed it to
Sekal. “I’ve been working on this for a couple of weeks. A phased energy converter that can now
produce 8 times the amount of energy than it did when it was made. When I found it it was
non-functional. A present for the son of Saleke.”
Sekal took a good look and turned it over in his hand before looking back at the Magillan. "Did you
amplify the quantum output of the coil or modify the induction algorithm?"
Bohb looked at Sekal as if he were about to give a trade secret, then smiled. “A little of both. I
replaced the coil with a rotating inverter that can amplify the quantum output from the rectifier, and then
made a few minor changes to the code of the algorithm to accept a continuously adapting modulation of
the amplitude. That was the hard part.”
Sekal took another one drink, considering as he did so then studied Bohb for a few seconds after
setting the glass down. "This is exactly the sort of experience and thinking that StarFleet needs. If you
would consider it I will be here at Vulcan for another ten days." He then raised the glass again. The chill
of the juice greatly aided his internal adjustments to the rising temperature. But drinking too much could
be detrimental. He stopped to allow it time to warm. "And I am available for discussion during that time
period should you wish to talk further."
Bohb looked at his own glass. He brought it to his mouth and poured the entire contents into it and
swallowed. He smiled, enjoying the sensation of the flavor and the coolness against the acidity of the
ingredients.
“I would like that very much,” Bohb said. “You have definitely given me a great deal to think about while
I am repairing the food processors of a Ferengi scow later today. Starfleet eh. It certainly seems like
the times have changed. It would be good to be back on a ship I can call my own. You don’t have a
chief engineer that’s a pain in the … posterior, do you?”
"Not currently." Sekal then cocked his head. What he had spoken could be considered joking in some
circles. "The technology on the ship has advanced somewhat. It might be a stimulating challenge to get
up to speed on it."
“The technology is a challenge I can live with,” Bohb smiled. “I can get a bit… excited and if someone
irritates me greatly I may want to pull their arms off. But if you get hold of my records you will know that
I have been through “sensitivity training” so I most likely won’t actually do it.”
"You can be certain I will make perusing your records a priority." Sekal finished the last of his drink then
set the glass down and stood up. "I do not believe that this will be the last time we will speak but.." he
lifted his right hand. "Live long and prosper Bohb. And thank you for the conversation."
Bohb slapped the table hard , shaking it then stood up. He raised his hand to give the best
approximation that he has ever been able to achieve to a Vulcan salute.
“Thank you Captain Sekal,” he replied. “I look forward to our next meeting. If you communicate with
your father, give him my well wishes. I’d love to see him sometime.”
The Vulcan nodded. "I speak with him quite often and also work closely with the department when at
Mars. Should you become a member of the crew you would not lack for opportunity to meet him. For
now I must take my leave before the temperature rises too greatly. I am still reacclimating myself and
need to check in at the medical center."
“Indeed, it’s not the heat that’ll get you, it’s the arridity.” He chuckled at his joke. “So long son of
Saleke. “
With that he turned and left.
Sekal quirked an eyebrow at the play of words, shrugged then left the building at a fast pace to get to
the Nivar Institute. The half hour spent in conversation had been well invested.
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