Exeter Compile 15 Dates: September 8, 2020 to September 14, 2020 Mission: The Flames of Purity, Day 15, 16 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Mission: The Flames of Purity Day: 15 Stardate: 2445.09.15 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (USS Exeter - Cargo Bay 2 - CIO/3O Lieutenant JG Jaelle Foxglove -2007) (Prophet’s Truth, Brig – FO Lt(sg) Ailynn Bracken – 2021) (Prophet’s Truth, Brig – CSO – Dr. Fave Itel – 2022) (Prophet’s Truth, Brig – MO, Ensign Kyros Ryelle, MD – 2023) (Prophet’s Truth, Brig – FO Lt(sg) Ailynn Bracken – 2026) (Prophet’s Truth, Brig – FO Lt(sg) Ailynn Bracken – 2048) (USS Exeter - Bridge - CSO Lt Jg Erin Cortez - 20:47) (USS Exeter - Bridge - CIO/3O Lieutenant JG Jaelle Foxglove -2053) (USS Exeter - Bridge -CO, Lt. Commander Trip Williams- 20:54) (USS Exeter - Gym - Science Officer, Ensign SG Christopher West - 20:54) (USS Exeter - Bridge - CIO/3O Lieutenant JG Jaelle Foxglove -2057) (USS Exeter – Main Engineering, Chief Engineer’s Office – 2O/CEO – Lieutenant Keira Merek – 2057) ( USS Exeter - Gym - Sec/Tac Ens. Stan More - 20:58 ) ( USS Exeter - Gym - Science Officer, Ensign SG Christopher West- 21:00 ) ( USS Exeter - Gym - Sec/Tac Ens. Stan More - 21:03 ) ( USS Exeter - Gym - Science Officer, Ensign SG Christopher West - 21:06) (USS Exeter - Deck 20- Security Area- (SPC)- COB MCPO ERIK KNIGHT-21:10) (USS Exeter- deck 20 security office- security Officer Ensign Paul Sleeford 21:11) (USS Exeter -Mess hall - SPC Ensign Rylee Page - 2115) (USS Exeter-Mess hall – SPC – Nurse - CPO – Ewan McDonald - 2117) (USS Exeter – Deck 3 – Personal Quarters Merek / Shara – 2O/CEO – Lieutenant Keira Merek – 2117) (USS Exeter – Deck 3 – Personal Quarters Merek / Shara – 2O/CEO – Lieutenant Keira Merek & aCTO/COO Lieutenant jg Ravok – 2120) (USS Exeter - Billy Alexander Quarters- CIO/3O Lieutenant JG Jaelle Foxglove -2131) (USS Exeter- Personal quarter’s- Sec Officer Ensign Paul Sleeford 21:45) (USS Exeter - Leisure Facility - CSO Lt Jg Erin Cortez - 2146) (USS Exeter - Personal Quarters - SPC Ensign Greta Smith - 2201) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Mission: The Flames of Purity Day: 16 Stardate: 2445.09.16 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (Prophet’s Truth, Bridge - FO/CEO Atho Turil – 0030) (Prophet’s Truth, Bridge - FO/CEO Atho Turil – 0038) (Prophet’s Truth, Brig – FO Lt(sg) Ailynn Bracken – 0039) (USS Exeter - Deck 3 Room 2383 -Merek/ Shara personal quarters aCTO/COO Lieutenant jg Ravok-0530) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Begin Compile >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Mission: The Flames of Purity Day: 15 Stardate: 2445.09.15 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (USS Exeter - Cargo Bay 2 - CIO/3O Lieutenant JG Jaelle Foxglove -2007) Jaelle had marshaled a good number of the Exeter's security force in preparation for the transfer of the crews of the sabers. The Cargo Bay was perfect once it was cleared. A large area with an upper deck, with only one entry and exit. That exit was easily enough sealed with the right command codes. The upper deck allowed the security officers the ability to provide overwatch with having to directly engage the upcoming crews. It was a pertinent step from the hostilities from earlier. Hostilities she rather avoid at all possible. The crew of the Exeter was still young and raw, distance allowed for perspective and calmer minds to evaluate an situation before pulling the trigger. She watched over the vast opening waiting for the white beams of light to signal the start of the transport. However when those lights came they weren't filling the void. Suddenly members of her team where missing, all Bajoran. Jaelle cursed loudly they knew this was how they operated. They should have been prepared for the possibility that they had another ship waiting to lull the Exeter into a position to lower her shields long enough. Anger boiled under the surface of calm as she maintained control of what remained of her contingent. "Computer is there any Bajoran life signs left on the Exeter." She commanded of the ships systems. She already knew the answer but having to confirm her fears. [[ There are currently no Bajoran life signs aboard the Exeter. ]] Jaelle turned, and gathered the security officers. Who were looking around clearly puzzled and confused at what was going on. "Change of plans. Report to your team leaders debrief and stand down. But don't get comfortable we are going to get are friends back." The security officers nodded and dismissed themselves as Jaelle quickly made her way to the nearest turbolift. (Reply None needed) (Posted by Matthew Locke) (Prophet’s Truth, Brig – FO Lt(sg) Ailynn Bracken – 2021) “Doctor,” He said in a tone one would greet a colleague. “That’s quite a speech, we’ll get to that in a moment, first introductions. My name is Doctor Fave. My doctorate is in Horticulture and Physics with a specialty energy waves and particle physics. Is your doctorate in medicine or another science?” “Medical, not just…’another science’” Ailynn shot back “I see, curious a medical doctor wearing command colors,” Fave admitted. “do you prefer Doctor or Lieutenant when being addressed?” “Either will suffice. I’ve earned both equally.” Ailynn’s hackles were up, both flight and fight were being denied the most ancient part of her brain. Modern brain overruled it of course, but ancient brain’s irritation manifested in cattiness, and minor point scoring. She knew, however, that she could get to him, his response had shown how open he was to indoctrination. Fave nodded. “And you? What is your name in the blue?” Ailynn remained silent, allowing Itel to blow himself out. “Yes, your speech. Your reference to Starfleet regulations. If my memory serves, and it often does, the Federation’s and Star Fleet’s for that matter are based off of the Geneva and Hague Conventions from the early to mid twentieth century on Earth, correct?” “At it’s basis. There are, of course, many, numerous, appends, addendums, prologues, Indices, et al.” “I have logs stating that both of you were armed with phasers, phasers I relieved you of, a weapon capable of doing what artilleries did in the time those original documents were written. Armed with such weapons what assurances do we have that you were non-combatants? If medical personnel engaged in offensive operations they would lose such protected status.” “Of a certainty. However. Any away team from a vessel or vessels under the banner or banners recognised of the United Federation of Planets, etc, an Officer in good standing may equip themself in any manner that they see fit, especially when they have probably cause following the discoveries of atrocities, not limited to the large number of corpses that were in the room near where you kidnapped us from.” “Well, I’m sorry but your word isn’t good enough. It will have to go to our senior leadership on if they believe you or not.” “You have no idea how little that interests me. She motioned around her. This however does, false imprisonment and treatment like prisoners of war.” “We aren’t treating you like prisoners of war, which those sections of your Federation code are forbidding. Prisoners of War are able to be made to do hard labor, but you aren’t. As medical professionals you are allowed to tend to your own wounded, that is the extent of what we can make you do. What we are currently doing is tending to your needs. I brought some food and water, pillows and blankets. I now see that you are one male and one female, do you wish to be separated for modesty’s sake?” “The assumption of a gender is contrary to Federation Charter Document CXLIVIII and is further evidence to the Grand Jury Standing as of this stardate of the aforementioned charter.” She smiled sweetly. “That won’t be necessary.” Ailynn stepped up to the hatch, with a sigh, and cast her eyes over the tray. Picking up the two bottles of water, she passed one over to Ryelle, “I wouldn’t drink it unless you have to. I don’t think that our friend here would resist the temptation to poison us. Just like some of those on the base we just left.” (Reply Ryelle/Fave) “Fave, you do appreciate that whatever happens to me and my fellow Officers, and I’m certain that your deprevations are exotic and varied, but there’s something that hasn’t occurred to you.” (Reply Fave) “All you had to do was leave us alone, and there’s a chance that we would have missed everything. Now however, you’ve broadcast your intent, you’ve kidnapped and slaughtered not only simple merchants, which of course, is criminal enough, but now you’ve kidnapped Starfleet Officers, from an away mission. I wonder if you’ve actually thought through the consequences of your actions. Now, Dismissed, doctor.” Somehow she managed to pronounce the lower case ‘d’. (Reply Fave) As Fave left Ailynn knelt down. A moment of calm descending. She looked up at Ryelle. “I’m sorry.” Her eyes welled up. “I failed, it was my job to protect you all, and I failed. I don’t even know if the rest of our teams are still alive. What it…” She felt her blood run cold. “Oh my...what’s happened to them?" (Reply Ryelle) She nodded. "I need to think. If I sit in silence, please don't think I'm ignoring you." (Reply Ryelle) (Posted by Mark) (Prophet’s Truth, Brig – CSO – Dr. Fave Itel – 2022) The woman in command red stepped up to the hatch, with a sigh, and cast her eyes over the tray. Picking up the two bottles of water, she passed one over to the nameless one in blue, “I wouldn’t drink it unless you have to. I don’t think that our friend here would resist the temptation to poison us. Just like some of those on the base we just left.” “Poison you? Why would I want to do that?” He asked but did pick up on him saying there were people poisoned on the base. ~That I’ll have to look into.~ “You still have your medical equipment, check the water if you don’t trust me.” “Fave, you do appreciate that whatever happens to me and my fellow Officers, and I’m certain that your depravations are exotic and varied, but there’s something that hasn’t occurred to you.” “And what is that Lieutenant, please, do tell.” He answered. “All you had to do was leave us alone, and there’s a chance that we would have missed everything. Now however, you’ve broadcast your intent, you’ve kidnapped and slaughtered not only simple merchants, which of course, is criminal enough, but now you’ve kidnapped Starfleet Officers, from an away mission. I wonder if you’ve actually thought through the consequences of your actions. Now, Dismissed, doctor.” The tall woman said, her condescending tone came down like a runabout that had slipped out of the docking tractor smashing against the ground. “Fine. I can tell when I’m not wanted. I’ll give you this to ponder, Doctor. Is it really kidnapping if we remove you, even against your will from something that isn’t going to be there for very long, even if you can’t see it? Will you open your eyes and see what is to come?” He pushed the two blanket and pillow sets through the food slot before closing it from the outside. “You’ll need these. When the vessel goes to high warp available power is pulled from life-support. The temperature will drop and hover around 10 degrees Celsius.” By the end of Itel speaking his tone had changed to as cold as the temperature he was describing. He walked out with out saying another word. (Reply none needed) (posted by Todd) NPC Dr. Fave Itel (Prophet’s Truth, Brig – MO, Ensign Kyros Ryelle, MD – 2023) As Fave left Ailynn knelt down. A moment of calm descending. She looked up at Ryelle. “I’m sorry.” Her eyes welled up. “I failed, it was my job to protect you all, and I failed. I don’t even know if the rest of our teams are still alive. What it…” She felt her blood run cold. “Oh my...what’s happened to them?" "You can't think like that sir. Beside the Exeter was right there, and if she were destroyed we'd have known, they'd have gloated. You just need to focus on the here and the now sir." She nodded. "I need to think. If I sit in silence, please don't think I'm ignoring you." "Would you like me to lead you in a guided meditation?" (Reply Bracken) "I don't mean to impose sir, just a suggestion." (reply Bracken) (reply Bracken) (posted by Will) (Prophet’s Truth, Brig – FO Lt(sg) Ailynn Bracken – 2026) "You can't think like that sir. Beside the Exeter was right there, and if she were destroyed we'd have known, they'd have gloated. You just need to focus on the here and the now sir." She nodded. "I need to think. If I sit in silence, please don't think I'm ignoring you." "Would you like me to lead you in a guided meditation?" Ailynn paused, and inhaled slowly in thought. Ryelle perhaps mistook the delay in answering. "I don't mean to impose sir, just a suggestion." Smiling gently she nodded. "No imposition taken I assure you Ryelle, and please. 'Ailynn' is fine. A guiding voice will help. I can never quieten the chatter of my thoughts." (Reply Ryelle) Drawing a slow deep breath through her nostrils, she sighed deeply. An air of calm threatening an approach as Ryelle's calming voice guided her. (Reply Ryelle) (Posted by Mark) (Prophet’s Truth, Brig – FO Lt(sg) Ailynn Bracken – 2048) Peace Silence Ailynn wasn’t normally one to meditate, but now had seemed as good a time as any to start. It wasn’t that it wasn’t her thing, she just normally had issues keeping her mind quiet for long enough to let herself settle. Slowly, her mind’s chatter began to calm. Breathe The events of the last few hours came unbidden to her, under the judgement of her considerable moral compass, some things swam into her focus sharper than others. She’d taken a life, that was one that would haunt her, but not until she as certain that they would survive. The rest came and went in a series of images, memory, decision and counter-decision, as each memory supplied a counterpoint to each of her orders. Breathe An itch intruded on her calmness. ~an itch? Base of the skull?~ she was ripped out of her reverie. ~Itch, semi regular pulse.~ Her mind ran through symptoms, nothing came to her mind. As sudden as it came the itch went away, only to return a few seconds later. ~Regularly irregular. Base of the skull. Oh they couldn’t have.~ She remembered being a teenager, her great gran was always one for teaching what the young Ailynn had considered to be the most oblique things. Now though one lesson came back to her mind. ~They couldn’t have…Erin...How?...~ . blank blank . … blank --- She tried to remember as much of the pulse as she could, and then in her mind translated what she could from the lesson how long ago. The letters that she could remember filling themselves in in her mind, and then the ones that she couldn’t. ~e blank blank e s blank o~ she felt a tiny flush run to her neck and cheeks. There was a very very limited number of people that knew about that. She’d deal with her talkative friend later, now though… ~They’re coming~ She allowed herself a smile. There was no way to express anything to Ryelle, she hoped that he saw her calm smile, and took as much comfort from it. Breathe Calm. (Reply Ryelle only IYW none needed, none) (Posted by Mark) (USS Exeter - Bridge - CSO Lt Jg Erin Cortez - 20:47) " 15 minutes? I want your complete assurances that this isn't going to put them in jeopardy. If you can give me your word, I will allow it to happen." He stood up from the command chair and walked over to the science station and crouched down next to Erin. " Give me your word Rinam " He said quietly. Looking into his eyes, Erin took a deep breath, “Lathuel, there is no way they could see it. The crystal has been designed to transmit on a low frequency, to hide in with the background noise of the universe. They cannot see it, they can’t because of the noise of the universe. It would be like looking for a piece of a puzzle. Unless they knew exactly what to look for, which they don’t because i am the only person that knows the specific exact frequency this is operating on, it’s safe. " He smiled " I trust you and even if she doesn't know morse code a repetitive pulse will hopefully be enough to catch her attention. But what message would be short enough for her to know it's us ? She's gonna kill us but send her this." He said reaching onto Erin's terminal and typing the single word to be sent, more specifically a name. After typing it he looked at Erin. Erin raised an eyebrow, "she will kill us for this. How do you even…. Never mind how you know. " " Send it now." He said standing up and walking back to the command chair taking a seat. Taking a deep breath, Erin tapped the name and sent it. ~please Ailynn, understand. ~ (Reply none) (Posted by Jackie) (USS Exeter - Bridge - CIO/3O Lieutenant JG Jaelle Foxglove -2053) Jaelle entered the bridge just as the Captain exit his ready room and addressed the ship. She understood his orders. There was an old military saying that said 'get sleep while you can because you might not know when the next time will come again.' And having a well rested crew was better than not having one. Even though she could rationalize it, there would be little rest for many of the crew. On her way to the bridge she could her the sounds of sorrow and uncertainty. Of families that were torn apart. While it wasn't overt, it was there if one knew what to listen for. She took her seat at Trips side, quiet knowing that while his mind raced nothing she could tell him would ease his pain. Either he would have her stay or order her away. This wasn’t a time to question leadership or what could of been done better. It was a time to rally behind thier captain and offer her support to him, however he felt he needed it. (Reply Trip) (Posted by Matthew Locke) (USS Exeter - Bridge -CO, Lt. Commander Trip Williams- 20:54) " Yeah it's for the best." Ravok said and leaned closer to Trip and placed a hand on his shoulder. " I'm here if you need me...bro" "I'm fine. Just need to keep focused. Lot's of moving parts." Ravok smiled briefly at him. " We will prevail Sir." "That we will my friend, that we will." As Ravok got up and left, he turned to Foxglove who had just arrived and sat down. "Lieutenant, you heard my orders correct?" (reply Foxglove) "Well unless you got a really good reason why you should stay on duty, I'm going to ask you to go get some rest." (reply Foxglove) Trip leaned in and whispered, "Look I know that you are genetically altered and probably superior than the average joe in every way, but even super humans need their rest. You'll be more useful to the mission with some rest and sleep, then you would be if you stay up any longer than you need to be." (reply Foxglove) (reply Foxglove) (posted by Will) ( USS Exeter - Gym - Science Officer, Ensign SG Christopher West - 20:54 ) As Chris made his rounds, the gym was pretty empty. They had been given orders to rest, but as an Alpha shifter with no combat responsibilities, he had been waiting at his designated red alert zone for the moment to pass. One he was given free time, he decided to thead to the gym. There were a few civilian trainers on the Exeter, but as the Academy Boxing Champ three years in a row, he liked to hang around the bags and give pointers. The civilian trainers were more geared for general fitness, but Chris was a boxing expert so they let him coach when able to. He had wanted to take out some frustrations on the bags, but it seems he wasnt the only one with the idea. "Seems like I'm not the only one who needs to take out some stress." Chris said approaching Stan. Chris was wearing the standard Exeter PT gear. “ Sorry I dinna see you there.”Stan said. "It's alright, I'm pretty quiet." Chris paused, "I thought folks were supposed to be relaxing." “ This is me relaxing! See hardly broke a sweat. Anyway isn’t it better me doing this. Then to dwell on what happened. A good one two of the old fistey cuffs. Will soon have me ready as a spring lamb.” Stan said "Spring lamb huh?" Chris asked. “ As always.” Stan said "You know the spring lamp often gets slaughtered." (reply Stan) "You know if you want to get out some frustrations with the punching bag, I could give you some pointers." (reply Stan) "Well for one, I think the most important question is are you right handed or left handed" (reply Stan) (reply Stan) (posted by Will) (USS Exeter - Bridge - CIO/3O Lieutenant JG Jaelle Foxglove -2057) "Lieutenant, you heard my orders correct?" Trip spoke as he turned to her. There was a coldness to his words. "Yes, I did." Jaelle answered in a calming fashion. "Well unless you got a really good reason why you should stay on duty, I'm going to ask you to go get some rest." "I at least had to report back to the bridge." She spoke in a soft voice, not a whisper just soft. "It wouldn't be proper just to disappear and not at least report back to my duty station." Trip leaned in and whispered, "Look I know that you are genetically altered and probably superior than the average joe in every way, but even super humans need their rest. You'll be more useful to the mission with some rest and sleep, then you would be if you stay up any longer than you need to be." Jaelle nodded as she leaned close to Trip. "Just remember to take your own advise. I know how difficult it will be but you also could use rest. Just do me a favor, when the time comes... set me free." The last three words held the most meaning. Jaelle had long ago came to terms with what she was, and she had promised to keep Ashlyn safe. For Jaelle to offer her deadly abilities was in some ways more measured and meaningful than any apology could be, it was an offer she only made to a select few. (Reply Trip, iyw) She stood slowly, yet with an unearthly grace. Before she made her way to a near by turbolift and exited the bridge. (Reply Trip, iyw) (Posted by Matthew Locke) (USS Exeter – Main Engineering, Chief Engineer’s Office – 2O/CEO – Lieutenant Keira Merek – 2057) “Computer, begin Recording, Chief Engineer’s Log, supplemental, Stardate two-four-four-five-oh-nine-one-five Lieutenant Keira Merek recording. The mission the asteroid was partially successful. It was successful that we achieved our goal in destroying it denying it from future enemy hands and retrieving the information we set forth to retrieve, but at the cost of losing our first officer, a renowned doctor and every person of Bajoran decent on board. All evidence points to those individuals being transported to the enemy ships as they escaped. Computer, pause.” The computer beeped in the affirmative. ~Stay on Engineering tasks…~ “Delete last entry, all after stardate recording.” She ordered. The computer beeped in the affirmative. “Lieutenant Keira Merek recording,” she started again. “Returning from the away mission to find Chief Swift held the ship together admirably in my absence. Damage control teams have replaced the damaged optical data network coupling and the power junction supplying aft phaser power junction power. Warp coils are being replaced rather than reconditioned as the procedure is faster, and will get us guaranteed maximum warp as soon as that job is accomplished with in the hour. The forward tractor emitters were also added to the repair list after they had been brought out of synchronization by the polaron beam from the Bajoran interceptor. I can only surmise that the Prophet’s Fire group had modified their vessel with technology salvaged from the Gamma Quadrant. Estimated repair time is roughly two hours, more than enough time to be ship-shape before we encounter them again. The saucer separation system has been given a lower priority, as the automatic system was damaged and will still function with manual override.” She paused briefly and looked at the report of the container they had brought back. “Engineer teams have analyzed the storage container we brought back from the lab on the asteroid. They confirm my initial estimate that it is Tzenkethi in origin. Tzenkethi are a reptilian Alpha quadrant race the Federation had an engagement with in the latter half of the Twenty-fourth century. Their views on protomatter are less critical than ours, it is not banned in their space. While we still have a treaty with that race keeping as to this point quiet peace, I’m going to recommend to Captain Williams that Star Fleet reach out through diplomatic channels to determine the origin of this particular canister of protomatter. I’m sure he, and I would love to get to the bottom of it personally, but we have more pressing matters and I think success on that issue is more likely to be resolved peaceably in the purview of the diplomats. End log, and save.” The computer beeped affirmative. “Send my report to the Captain.” She said as she rose out of the chair and exited her office. Chief Swift saw her leave. “Calling it a night, El-Tee?” “Yeah, you got this?” She asked, already knowing she was running behind on the Captain’s “off work” deadline. “Certainly. Been doing this for longer than you’ve been alive kid.” He grinned. “Well, Gramps make sure you get some sleep too. We’ll need everyone in top condition when we go get our people back.” She cautioned him. “No sweat. G’night, ma’am.” He said warmly. “You too, Good night.” She said getting on the turbolift. “Deck three.” (Reply none) (posted by Todd) ( USS Exeter - Gym - Sec/Tac Ens. Stan More - 20:58 ) It has often been said that the Scots are always full of gloom and doom. Stan remembered when he was a child. His grandmothers friend Mrs Hornchurch. Who could always tell when something was going to die. She once had a dog called Mr William. One day she loudly proclaimed. “ He’s nay got long fur this world,” However Mr William instead of dying. Gave birth to a litter of puppies. Became Mrs William and out lived Mrs Hornchurch. Why he thought of her was a mystery. Especially now. "You know the spring lamp often gets slaughtered." “ Actually in this day and age in Scotland. They don’t do that anymore. The wool the adult creature provides is very popular. With many planets in the federation. So the lambs grow to be sheep.” Stan informed him "You know if you want to get out some frustrations with the punching bag, I could give you some pointers." Stan was quite eager to have a trainer. Chris seemed to be someone who knew what to do. Plus More was a little worried he could hurt himself. With Chris showing him what to do. Stan would be unhurt and ready to go on the rescue mission. When it came along. “ Yes please,” Stan said to Chris "Well for one, I think the most important question is are you right handed or left handed" Stan had to think about that. He held a tricorder in his left hand. But held a Phaser in his right. “ Right handed.” He said ( Reply , Chris ) “ I see like this you mean “ Stan said altering his posture, ( Reply , Chris ) ( Posted by:- Norman 🐼) ( USS Exeter - Gym - Science Officer, Ensign SG Christopher West- 21:00 ) “ I see like this you mean “ Stan said altering his posture, "Exactly," Chris said as he walked a circle around Stan. "See when you're boxing, well in any fight really, you want to take a stance that will support your strengths. Generally, if you are right handed, you want to keep your right hand and footback, so when you swing you can get more power behind your throw, especially if you stepped forward, like so." Chris then stepped back, took a boxing stance with right foot back and shoulders slightly turned, left foot forward right hand cocked, then stepped forward with a thrusting punch. He then quickly reset his stance. (reply Stan) "One of the key things when sparring, but this is more important in any martial arts that involves kicking then really boxing. Is that you don't want to have an open stance compared to your opponent." (reply Stan) "See when you and I both have out right foot back, and we mirror eachothers stance its closed. You are more protected from attacks to the gut. But if for some reason, you're opponent opens the stance or you do, say, if you move your left foot back instead of the right, it means that your abdomen is now more open from a strike from my right or power leg." (reply Stan) "It's why you have to keep your head on a swivel you know. You never know what you might encounter. It's why the most important part of your body to train is your brain. It's got to constantly be looking. Problems don't get solved with just a quick punch or jab. It's the whole picture, it's the brain, it's the head on the swivel. Analyzing everything around you. Much in life. If you strike because you think you need to strike, you may score a hit, but you might end up losing the bout." (Reply Stan) "Now lets see you hit that bag." (reply stan) (reply Stan) (posted by Will) ( USS Exeter - Gym - Sec/Tac Ens. Stan More - 21:03 ) Stan listened as Chris explained about stance and how important it was in boxing. The better position the more power you could expel , in your fists . However Stan noticed a flaw. “ Won’t that make it easier for the other guy. To deflect my punches?” He asked Chris "One of the key things when sparring, but this is more important in any martial arts that involves kicking then really boxing. Is that you don't want to have an open stance compared to your opponent." “ I still don’t quite understand? “ Stan replied "See when you and I both have out right foot back, and we mirror eachothers stance its closed. You are more protected from attacks to the gut. But if for some reason, you're opponent opens the stance or you do, say, if you move your left foot back instead of the right, it means that your abdomen is now more open from a strike from my right or power leg." “ I see.” Stan shifted his legs mirroring Chris’s stance. "It's why you have to keep your head on a swivel you know. You never know what you might encounter. It's why the most important part of your body to train is your brain. It's got to constantly be looking. Problems don't get solved with just a quick punch or jab. It's the whole picture, it's the brain, it's the head on the swivel. Analyzing everything around you. Much in life. If you strike because you think you need to strike, you may score a hit, but you might end up losing the bout." “ Got it. So patients is the key.” Stan said, Very much like being in a situation. Let the other people drain their phasers. Shooting at you then strike. "Now lets see you hit that bag." “ Ok.” Stan said Doing actually as Chris had showed him. Stan took up the stance. Then he faced the punch bag and gave it a hit. He was a little disappointed the punch did not seem as powerful. “ That did not feel as powerful” Stan said ( Reply , Chris ) “ I see.” He said nodding. ( Reply , Chris ) ( Posted by:- Norman 🐼) ( USS Exeter - Gym - Science Officer, Ensign SG Christopher West - 21:06) “ That did not feel as powerful” Stan said "You gotta put your whole body into it. Common misconception is that punching power comes from the arms. But most of the power comes from your legs." “ I see.” He said nodding. "You need to make sure that you use your whole body when throwing a punch. It's a lot like man sports, baseball, shot put, etc. Our bodies are finely tuned machines. Every gear in a machine, every muscle in our body, works in sync to do what it has to do." (reply Stan) "The important thing to remember, is that while fighting, punching, is good outlet, good exercise, good way to get centered. But there is always a better answer than to punch first. Boxing is good for the soul, but the mind is the most important thing to lead with." (reply Stan) (reply Stan) (posted by Will) (USS Exeter - Deck 20- Security Area- (SPC)- COB MCPO ERIK KNIGHT-21:10) Knight walked the hallway leading to Ensign Sleefords office. Tucked under his arm was a brown wooden box. Erik had heard about the happenings on the away mission and even though not everyone returned , some had made it back. He found a strange comfort in that. Over the course of his career he had grown to appreciate the small moments of success. True the mission thus far had seemed like a complete failure. Key players have been lost, but only for the moment. Erik had every confidence that the crew would get their captured companions back. He approached the door and chimed the alert button on Sleeford's office door ( reply Sleeford) " It's Master Chief Knight, I've come to speak with you." ( reply Sleeford ) Erik walked in as the doors opened and stood there until the doors closed. " How are you holding up?" Erik asked. ( reply Sleeford) ( reply Sleeford) ( posted by Rob Davis - ( spc) Erik Knight) (USS Exeter- deck 20 security office- security Officer Ensign Paul Sleeford 21:11) The door chime buzzed through the fog of sleep, waking Sleeford with a stiff neck and a sore back from where the rifle had dug in while he’d slept. Looking across the office at the chronometer on the wall Sleeford let out a groan, he’d slept for less the three hours. “ Who’s there” " It's Master Chief Knight, I've come to speak with you." Rolling his feet off the desk Sleeford sat upright,” Enter” Sleeford watched as Knight walked in and stood in the doorway his uniform crisp and fresh, like he’d just put it on. ~Does the man ever sleep ~ " How are you holding up?" Erik asked. Giving a half smile Sleeford looked at the Senior non comm standing in the doorway. Pointing to the chair opposite. “Please sit, chief.” Pausing for a brief second, “To be honest I’ve felt better, then again I’ve felt a lot worse. What brings you here ?” (Reply Knight) NRPG will back summer the replies After the Chief had left Sleeford Stood, he walked towards the door stopping to grab his helmet and boots, walking barefooted through the corridors he made his way to the armoury and handed in his rifle, ignoring the disapproving look from the crewman behind the grill, walking to the locker room, Sleeford opened his locker and placed the helmet on the top shelf, removing his tactical uniform he hung it on the hook. Dressing in his duty uniform and carrying his boots, Sleeford left the armoury and headed home. (posted by Alistair) (USS Exeter -Mess hall - SPC Ensign Rylee Page - 2115) After her time on the holodeck, Rylee headed to the mess hall. She knew that there was a conversation that was to be had at some point soon. A conversation that would probably not go very well for her. As she sat, quietly in thought, with a mug of hot chocolate on the table in front of her, her thoughts turned back to her conversation in sickbay with Ire’s fiancee. ~How could i have gotten her so wrong? She isn’t at all what i thought she was. She’s scared, in pain and angry, sure… but scary as a person? Not at all, although i would not want to be the person holding Ire right now.~ The last thought made Rylee chuckle a little as she took a sip of her drink and gazed out at the stars. ~She’s coming for you, Ire. We all are. Coming for all of you they took~ (reply any) (Posted by Jackie) (USS Exeter-Mess hall – SPC – Nurse - CPO – Ewan McDonald - 2117) Ewan entered the Mess hall he had just come off shift and was looking to grab something to nibble. He was still bouncing from earlier and new that he was not going to get to bed for a while even though he might have to pull another shift in a few hours due there sudden short staffing. He ordered a scone with raspberry jam and clotted cream along with a mug of tea. He picked up his small plate and mug as he glanced around the room. He noticed the Rylee sitting on her own. He had been in sickbay and know what had happened to her. ~Not good for her to be on her own at a time like this~ He moved across the room and came over to the table that she as sitting at. “Do you mind if I join you?” (Reply Page) (Reply Page any) (Posted by Robbie) (USS Exeter – Deck 3 – Personal Quarters Merek / Shara – 2O/CEO – Lieutenant Keira Merek – 2117) After that long day, she had finally gotten back to her quarters, no their quarters. She realized she was still wearing all the tactical gear. ~At least I remembered to stow the phasers properly.~ The doors whooshed open allowing her to enter. “Honey, I’m home!” Keira called out. (Reply Ravok, Nesha) (Posted by Todd) (USS Exeter – Deck 3 – Personal Quarters Merek / Shara – 2O/CEO – Lieutenant Keira Merek & aCTO/COO Lieutenant jg Ravok – 2120) "Honey, I’m home!" Ravok heard Keira call out. ~ like clockwork , everytime~ He thought to himself shaking his head. Everytime he gets in the shower she comes along. He was trying to develop the habit of staying out of her way when she was off duty and just returning home. " I'll be out soon" He hollered out. Finishing up in the shower he turned the water off and grabbed his towel. “Take your time no hurry…” she called back. Ravok dried off as quickly as he could and grabbed his off duty clothes from the shelf. Throwing them on as quickly as possible. He emerged from the bathroom and ran over to her as fast as he could. Giving her a hug, she squeezed him right back. He squeezed her tight and counted himself lucky that he wasn't in the same situation that Greta and Trip were in. The feeling made him feel guilty. Keira was beginning to tell Ravok’s mood, just by his non-verbal cues. Something was off. ~Does he feel responsible for what happened?~ “You were on the bridge when it happened weren’t you?” Keira said, her face washed with concern. " I lowered the shields and they were gone." He explained to her. He walked over to the couch and flopped down, letting it a deep breath. " It happened so fast, they were waiting for us. " “Yes, I get the feeling they were very prepared, almost as if they knew our procedures.” Keira said, then added, “We were ambushed in their version of the Nine & Dine, we were just about to get the upper hand, one of their psycho cultists blew a hole in the wall while some of their fellows were inside.Greta and More were phenomenal, by the way, but Greta was hit, that combined with the emotional trauma of Ire being kidnaped. I sent her back early. Her head wasn’t in the mission, because she had enough on her mind.” Ravok twiddled his fingers, his hands resting in his lap. " Greta has just potentially lost the man she loves, I feel as though I owe it to Ire to be there for Greta but what what she needs now is time. We should check on her tomorrow before going on shift. As the acting chief tactical officer I unfortunately might have to relieve her of duty until we get them back" He said. “You’re right we should check on her in the morning. See how she’s feeling. I’ll do that seems to be Maid of Honor duties. Have you checked on Trip yet?” she said. “And have you eaten, or did you wait for me?” " Trip is holding it together, He had the counselor come access him right after the incident happened. So he's good enough to remain in command, but even if he wasn't I'd still support him to remain as the captain, because I know him. He's hurt. He's devastated but He's pissed and right now that makes him the best man to command this ship. You heard his ship wide message? He said we will prevail and with everything in me I believe that and with everything in me I will be the best officer I can for them , the crew and my captain…and yes I already ate, well tried to eat." He replied. “Yes I did hear his ship-wide message. He’s pissed. I’m angry too, I’m determined to get our friends back.” She said walking over to the replicator. ~I don’t have time to cook anything, still gotta be up for alpha shift.~ " Me too." He responded as he watched her walk to the replicator. His mind went back to the conversation he had with his cousin, Nesha. " Can I ask you a question ?" "Always." She said trying to be reassuring, while ordering something off the built-in menu. He stopped twiddling his fingers and leaned forward resting his elbows on his knees, letting his hands hang down. " Have you ever thought of yourself as less than others?" “What do you mean?” She asked, grabbing her plate from the replicator, “ has anyone looked down on me because I’m part Romulan?” " Not because you're half Romulan, but because you're half human. Have you ever thought of your Romulan side as superior in some way ? " He asked “I...I don’t know. I certainly had the coach of the decathlon team knocking on my door, I don’t know if that has to do with my very physical upbringing, I’m sure that being half Romulan had some part to play with me having a talent for it.” She thought as she sat down. “I guess my upbringing had something to do with me not thinking one half of my physiology is better than the other. Father might have had some thoughts on the matter, but he’d never bring it up in front of my mother. She wanted to make sure that I was raised with the Federation’s mores and values. Why do you ask?” " I ask because I am having moments more and more, where I find myself. Inadvertently looking down on others. I shake it off almost as soon as the invasive thoughts begin. Today for example on the bridge , when we were engaged with the sabers, there was a moment. " He stopped and took a deep breath, bringing his hand to his mouth and rubbing his chin. " A moment where I felt exhilarated, alive, empowered. There I was, opening fire on starfleet vessels and I felt pride. A misplaced pride , but still pride nonetheless. Me a Romulan opening fire on Starfleet vessels. When Trip was conversing with the enemy captain, I found myself compelled to fire a spread of torpedoes at them. To me they weren't worthy of our good nature. They were savages and animals." He said looking at her. “What, like the heat of the moment type of thing?” She asked a clarifying question. " I have never felt so Romulan before in my entire life and less like myself all at the same time." He responded. “Both of the ancient cultures of the races that make up what you see before you were very warlike. Romulans were the epitome of Beta Quadrant warlike species, second only to Klingons, and the people who birthed the Romulans were warlike before the sundering. Vulcans were warlike too. Even my Human ancestors, the Norse or Viking people would raid their neighbor cultures and take their riches. We all come from savage pasts. Humans overcame it with their desire to explore. Vulcans with logic, Romulans with discipline.” She offered. Ravok nodded " I have felt the feeling of wanting to crush enemies before, to date I have taken the lives of twenty two individuals in service to starfleet. Five romulans, fourteen humans, one cardassian, one klingon and a Trill. But I have never felt so riled up like I did today." Ravok said with sadness in his voice with a hint of shame. “It’s hard not to get riled up looking at the face of someone who’s caused so much suffering. It took a great deal of my self control not to take my knife out and gut the leader of the comandos that blew up their mess hall, once I identified him. It had his own people in it. Gave me a concussion according to Reyelle. He even kicked the phaser out of my grip and fought me hand to hand. I waited to draw my blade until he drew his dagger. He was getting ready to charge.” She recalled the events. Ravoks eyes widened as he listened to her. " Did you ?" He asked alluding to her having to take her opponent's life. “No, I didn’t. More stunned him with his phaser rifle.” she grinned. “I told you Greta and More did well.” He smiled a half hearted smile. ~ I owe Ensign More a personal thank you~ He thought. " I'm glad they served well." “Point is our lives aren’t typical. We’ll figure a way not to give in to those baser urges. Our way.” Keira said. Ravok nodded his head. " Your right." He said as he stood up and walked to the shelf and grabbed a bottle of romulan ale and poured two glasses , handing one to her . " I have a suggestion. Something I thought I'd never suggest but, I have been thinking about it alot. " “Oh, what’s that?” she asked, taking the offered blue liquid. He took a drink. " After this mission and if timing allows. Let's take some of our shore leave and go to New Romulus." “You have been thinking…” she exclaimed and took a drink herself. " We've never been, I was born in the Star system ,but never went to the planet. You were born and lived on Carraya IV in the neighboring star system. In a way it's us returning to our roots." He responded. “Since we’ll be in the neighborhood…” she said, leading. " We can even stop by and see your mother and father. It's in the same sector. Also it would be interesting to see how mother tries to hide without the luxury of stepping off screen with one of her ridiculous excuses for not having to talk to me." He said laughing and taking another drink. “I’ve been thinking the same thing, but she won’t spill.” Keira said, taking her glass down to the 1/3rd mark. " You'd figure your father would be the challenge , but it's your mother who poses the challenge. Neither of us are stupid. The woman can't stand me, but I could spend some time with your father while you track your mom down. " Ravok laughed. “I think he’s just happy I found a ‘nice Romulan boy’.” she said with a laugh. “Once we’re on the planet tracking her down won’t be the issue. Getting her to talk will be. I’ll get it out of her. So she can move past it. So she can see the person you are.” Ravok nodded his head in agreement. " Losing two department heads could pose a problem, but we could potentially pull it off." Keira had started to finish off her drink and almost spit it out. Composing herself she downed the swallow that was in her mouth and spoke.”I hadn’t thought of that. How is Trip going to let us pull that off?” " How? Well I'm glad you asked. " Ravok responded with a smile. " Trip knew we were together when he asked us to be a part of this crew. He even told you I already joined the crew in an attempt to further lure you into his service. " “I remember. He didn’t need to, but it was a nice touch.” She said. ~Alright you son of a bitch, I’m in.~ Keira momentarily thought of her response to Trip asking her to join the crew. " Trip loves love. If we tell him we are going to announce to your parents, that we plan on getting married" He raised his hand. "Now hear me out. I'm not rushing you into anything , I told you I'd never do that. All I'm saying is that if we announce that we intend on marrying ,at some point." “Why you sly dog…” she said with a grin. “However, if you plan on asking me, realize my parents will want you to ask permission, first,” she warned him. “Doing so without, will get my father quickly off your side in a Romulan heartbeat.” Ravok laughed. " Sly dog ? I prefer the term Romulan, but I'm not lying. There has to be an endgame to all of this " he said gesturing around their shared quarters. " I wouldn't dare do anything to upset your father. It's your nordic bear of a mother you have that I'm worried about." He said laughing ~ She didn't oppose the idea, is she serious? I know I am ~ Keira downed the remainder of her drink. “She’ll come around. Especially when she meets you in person.” ~He has no idea of my plans.~ " Let's get some rest, We have a busy day tomorrow and I have not one but two departments to take care of. " Ravok said as he stepped headed. Toward the bedroom. “You go on ahead.” she said grabbing their glasses to place in recycling. “I’m going to hit a quick shower and follow you in a bit.” (Reply None) (Posted by Todd H.& Robert D.) (USS Exeter - Billy Alexander Quarters- CIO/3O Lieutenant JG Jaelle Foxglove -2131) Jaelle had spent the last few minutes on the bridge. Trip had dismissed her, ordered her off duty. One did not need to be a empath to know the turmoil that filled his mind and heart. Trip hid it well kept up appearances, but Jaelle knew his pain. It was a feeling she had felt many times in her past. At one moment she made a silent inquiry into her console as to Billy's location. She was relieved when the text crossed her screen that he was in his quarters. For a small measure of time she was free, to tend to the matters of her own heart. Softly she pressed the actuator that would announce her presence, and waited to be allowed entry. (Reply Billy) (Posted by Matthew Locke) (USS Exeter- Personal quarter’s- Sec Officer Ensign Paul Sleeford 21:45) As the door to his quarters closed Sleeford dropped the boots, removing his uniform he wandered to the shower. Standing there allowing the waves to ease the tension and pain from his neck and upper back. “ Computer run the shower with water, 38 degrees, pulsating jets, “ Lowering his head Sleeford let the pulses of warm water kneed his muscles and aches away, standing there he began to feel moderately human again. “Computer water and shower off” Standing there dripping water Sleeford looked in the mirror opposite the cubicle, the scar on his abdomen barely visible, walking out to the bedroom he grabbed a towel and wrapped it round his waist, walking to the small window he stared out into space, somewhere out there his friends where in trouble. (Posted by Alistair) (USS Exeter - Leisure Facility - CSO Lt Jg Erin Cortez - 2146) After leaving the bridge, Erin had swung by the mess hall for some much needed food. Her mind was still on the message they had sent and whether Ailynn would understand it, let alone would it help her. Thinking back to the night when they had talked about it, Erin smiled softly. Her friend was so in need of someone to talk to and she had just been happy to listen. In her mind, she owed Ailynn a lot more than listening to her friend talk. She felt like she owed her her life, her sanity and, most of all, her care and love. Ailynn had stood by her when many others had not. Shaking her head slightly as she walked into the changing room, Erin changed into her swimsuit and sighed. Knowing that her friends and colleagues were out there, somewhere with the people that had already done so much damage was hurting her. Standing at the edge of the pool, Erin closed her eyes, took a deep breath and dove into the warm waters hoping in some way that they would wash her clean from all her mistakes that she still felt honour bound to rectify. (reply Any) (Posted by Jackie) (USS Exeter - Personal Quarters - SPC Ensign Greta Smith - 2201) After speaking with the counsellor, Greta had made her way to the mess hall and sat pushing food around on a plate for a while before heading back to their quarters. As she entered, the silence in the room was almost deafening. What was even worse was the knowledge that she was alone. That Ire was not going to walk in at any moment and hug her. That he wouldn’t hold her in his arms as they fell asleep. Sitting down with a thump on the sofa in their living area, Greta sighed heavily. She knew that she had to sleep, or at least rest. Looking at the table infront of her, a small smile crept onto her face. The image that was there was of the two of them, smiling. It had been taken not long after they had both inadvertently proposed to each other. It was one of her favourite images. Touching the frame, Greta shook her head. ~I know, Ire. I know where ever you are right now you would be telling me to sleep. You would be calling me silly for sitting here by myself worrying. I know you. I love you and i promise you, wherever you and the others are, we will find you.~ Yawning a little, Greta lay down on the sofa pulling a blanket over her and kept her eyes on that image until tiredness finally won and she closed her eyes, slowly. (Reply None) (Posted by Jackie) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Mission: The Flames of Purity Day: 16 Stardate: 2445.09.16 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (Prophet’s Truth, Bridge - FO/CEO Atho Turil – 0030) Turil sat pensively in the center chair. One elbow on each arm rest and fingers steepled together in the middle. He keyed the com switch on the chair. “Engineering. You’ve altered our warp field as I’ve instructed?” =^= Yes. The altered warp field is holding, it’s drawing quite a bit of power, but holding. =^= Turil then cut the channel. The altered warp field would change their warp trail. All to but the most powerful of sensors would not be able to connect their previous warp trail with their current one. To cursory scans their altered warp field would look like a freighter or other such civilian craft. They had altered their transponders to match that assumption. “Approaching Terrok Nor,” the navigator stated. “Scan the area. Find a transponder to clone, one heading into the Temple.” He ordered. “Do it by the numbers.” They had done this dozens of times before, this one would be no different. “Target locked.” The Ops station said. “Scanning…..matched.” ~We need to quiet their minds for the journey. The Interlopers can’t hear or see us, but our guests might be a problem.~ He keyed the com switch again. “Medical, force anesthizine into the holding cell. We only need an hour, to get through the Temple. Time it with the power returning life support, the return of circulating air will mask the sound.” =^= Understood. =^= “Helm, drop out of warp and bring us behind the vessel, into their ion trail, " Turil ordered. “Aye.” Helm responded. “Engineering, match the ion trail signature I’m sending you.” =^= I need a few moments. =^= Turil looked to the man at the helm. “The survey ship is taking it’s time,” Helm responded. =^= Trail matched. =^= “Adjust aft monodirectional transponder to match.” Turil ordered. “Done.” Ops stated. Turil knew that now the older Cardassian sensors on the Station would meld the two sensor readings, algorithms would assume it’s a sensor anomaly, and auto correct it. It now being the shift change period on the station, most people would be ignoring the readings and “catching up” with their coworkers. “She’s heading into the temple.” Ops called out. “Match speeds, take us in.” Turil ordered. “Aye.” The small delta shaped vessel followed the freighter into the eye of the wormhole and disappeared. (posted by Todd) (Prophet’s Truth, Bridge - FO/CEO Atho Turil – 0038) “We’ve arrived in the Gamma quadrant.” Helm announced. “Excellent.” Turil said. “Set a course for our base, Warp 5.” (Reply Any, Bracken, Reyelle) (Posted by Todd) NPC Atho Turil (Prophet’s Truth, Brig – FO Lt(sg) Ailynn Bracken – 0039) Nothingness. Quiet. Calm. Ailynn half meditated, half dozed. Suddenly, the pitch of the air changed and her attention snapped to the room. Her mind, calmed through meditation, the voices, the inane chatter of her mind all speaking in one tongue. Her entire intellect and training, every lesson, every page she had ever read was suddenly under her immediate attention, multiplied, by all of her senses. There was the tiniest metallic tint to the change in air, a nitrogen atom, in a complex where it had no right to be. “Anestizine. RYELLE!” She snapped, pulling a deep breath, and held it, working fast, she remembered her chemistry, biochemistry and xenochemistry lessons. Taking a corner of the blanket and opening the bottle of water, she drenched the blanket in the corner, which the then shoved in her mouth, as much as she could without triggering her gang reflex. (reply Ryelle) She motioned a flat hand, pushing downwards, ~slow breathing~ Anestizine was effective at only 70ppm, but a higher dose could be sustained for a few minutes is she worked fast. Momentarily she was thankful for her troublesome past. TetraKetamine had been a favourite of her party days, an Integral of the Anesthezine family of chemicals. Ailynn knew her time was limited, and her system would not like the dosage of the anesthetic that she would be receiving, but at that point, she’d decided to give her life to keep Ryelle conscious, and it it would take every atom of her intelligence and every lesson she had ever learned to do it. Stumbling across the room, she grabbed the two medkits, and emptied the contents onto the floor in front of her. ~Sweet merciful Prophets, thank you Kaz. I love you.~ she looked at the kit of Kasion’s, that she had grabbed at the last second back on the base. She knew he never packed a standard bag. Pausing for a moment she looked at Ryelle, nodding, she poured more water onto the corner of blanket, and replaced it in her mouth. Countless lessons all ran together in her mind all ran together, and taking her deep knowledge of the Bajoran physiology into account, she carefully, but quickly lined up a number of vials, all of which under any other hand other than her straight score in Xenobiological Chemistry, would kill the recipient. She loaded the first hypospray, and forced it to Ryelles neck. Then the second...The third was a doozy, epinephrine she pushed it toward him, her consciousness beginning to get woozy, she knew that she had little time to convey her message. Holding up all ten fingers, and blinking them, palm in, fingers out, and then running her finger across the vials she hoped that Ryelle understood, all three every twenty minutes. (Reply Ryelle) She caught his hand, with the hypospray, and shook her head. As he dropped the hypospray she pulled his hand into her, and placing it on her right breast, in the knowledge that he could feel the deepest intricacies of her circulatory system. (Reply Ryelle) She shook her head, and once more ran her fingers across the vials in front of them and slowly drew a finger across her throat. ~please understand….~ Pulling the sodden blanket out of her mouth, and pushing it into Ryelles hand, together with the still three quarter full bottle; she had no idea if she would ever wake up, but she had, in her last conscious thoughts given everything she could to save the remains of her crew. Slowly, the room faded to black, her last thoughts were of her friends, her family, and that she hoped that they didn’t hate her for failing so badly, she hoped that she’d done enough to keep Ryelle from losing consciousness, she’d certainly given him about an hour. The room slipped slowly into the black. Nothingness. (Reply Ryelle) (Posted by Mark) (USS Exeter - Deck 3 Room 2383 -Merek/ Shara personal quarters aCTO/COO Lieutenant jg Ravok-0530) Ravok laid there with his eyes open staring off into the dark of their room , leora was in bed next to him. He had slept maybe 2 hours. He wasn't tired as he had slept the previous night. ~ Damn romulan physiology, I'd love to be able to sleep like everyone else , every night. ~ He thought. He sat up on the edge of the bed and stretched. He stood up and walked into the office and sat in his chair. On his desk was a image of Trip, Ailynn, Ire and himself. Just after Trips wedding ceremony. Ravok grabbed the framed image and glared at it. He looked at Ailynn and Ire most of all. He could see the joy and happiness in the eyes of Ailynn as she had just witnessed her lifelong friend tie the knot with his perfect match. He could see Ire looking off to the side. From the image it could not be seen but Ire's gaze was on Greta who was off to the side when the image was taken. Ire was smiling because he was looking at the woman fate had thrown into the second seat of his peregrine attack fighter, the woman who looked death in the face with him. The woman who had changed his entire life the moment he met her , even if he didn't know it at the time. Ravok smiled and closed his eyes and lowered his head and spoke softly to himself " I have never prayed before in my life. I don't even know where to begin, what words to use or who to direct this too. I suppose your the same force I thanked when my life was spared during the battle of the kuiper belt when I told Trip , maybe we should thank you all. Whomever or whatever you are. Please accept my awful attempt at a call for hope, a stroke of good fortune...a prayer. Please keep them safe, you don't have to do all the work, just meet us halfway on this. That's all I ask for. Just give us..them a chance. Just a little bit longer. Keep them strong , keep them safe. I...I don't know how to end this. So I guess if you're listening, thank you. Umm Ravok out...no that's not right. Ummm you know what I'm trying to say. " Ravok laughed a bit ,opened his eyes and looked at the image. " We're coming my friends...see you soon" He said and placed the image back down on his desk. He grabbed his footwear and a shirt and appropriate pants. He placed them on and headed towards the door to leave. Venus greeted him "Yhhau daeftan" {Romulan: Hello Girl} " Let's go see your aunt Greta, we can stop and relieve your bowels at the appropriate place along the way. " Venus barked happily as she followed Ravok out the door. He knew Keira wanted to talk with Greta as well but Ravok knew he was more emotionally receptive to people than she was . Keira had a great friendship with Greta , but the two of them had a estrogen powered friendship from hell. Those two women together brought out the strong woman in each other . Ravok wanted to feel out the situation before having Keira walk in there blindly. He then would stand back to allow their 'Girl Time'. 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