>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Mission: You Can't Go Home Again Day: 11 Stardate: 2444.06.11 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (USS Mystique - TIC - aACEO - Ensign JG Keira Merek & Tactical Officer - Ensign JG Ravok Shara & aACSR Ensign JG Sekal & Luma'lenai Entity - 0809) (Earth, Shuttle Scotsman – Producer, Cressida McGowan & Journalist, Elsie Biers – 0924) (Mars Facility – Void Hunters Hanger bay 1 – Pilot – Ensign (JG) – Ire Williams– 1230) (Mars Facility, Carsons Quarters – aASEC, Ens(jg) Carson Peters - 1234) (Mars Facility, Corridor in Hangar Complex– Tac/Sec, Ens(jg) Garek Darpeg - 1236) (Mars Facility – Outside Hangars – Medical Officer – Ensign JG Dural Methor DrPH – 1237) (Mars Facility – Hangar Bay 1 – Pilot – Ensign JG – Ire Williams– 1245) (Mars Facility – Hangar Bay 1 – Medical Officer – Ensign JG Dural Methor DrPH – 1248) (Mars Facility – Hangar Bay 1 –Pilot – Ensign JG- Ire Williams– 1251) (Mars Facility – Red Sands Tavern - Ensign JG Billy Alexander and Ensign JG Erin Cortez - 20:00) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< USS Mystique - TIC - aACEO - Ensign JG Keira Merek & Tactical Officer - Ensign JG Ravok Shara & aACSR Ensign JG Sekal & Luma'lenai Entity - 0809) Keira and Ravok exited the turbolift. It took a lot of discipline to hide how she felt. They had both agreed to keep it “totally professional” while on duty. They had mostly done this by staying apart while on duty. Which was easy, given being in different departments, they really didn’t have to work together that often. This was clearly one of those exceptions. “ Hello, Luma, I think it’s time you learn to defend yourself.” Merek said. Luma had been awake, more awake than she had been for far too long and had been enjoying the blissful silence. She identified the voices and persons, not whom she normally interacted with. =^= Luma bids the small ones the Ravok and the Keira a good day. Luma knows how to defend the skin =^= “We have repaired many of the tactical systems, they may not behave the same way, so we need to ensure the targeting sensors not only work, but that you can use them too.” she said. Ravok nodded his head in agreement with Ensign Merek "I bid you a good day as well. Luma, as a member of the tactical team My job is ensure the safety and survival of this ship and that means you as well. There are alot of extreme circumstances we must consider and prepare for. One extreme circumstance that has occurred on many ships is their crews being rendered unconscious. If that were to happen you would have to defend yourself. Hopefully it never comes to that but I want to make sure you are ok ,if that situation arises. Your importance is without measure." He said to Luma as he looked at the tactical interface in front of him. He looked over to Keira with a brief glance. “Ensign Sekal should be here shortly. He will man the short range and lateral sensors to give us a control to the tactical sensors and the ability to triangulate off of something to ensure the tactical sensors are where we need them.” she said. The Vulcan left the Stellar Cartography lab and moved quickly for the turbolift, he was expected on the bridge. He had stayed on the ship overnight after completing inspection of and repairs to the sensor array and all was in readiness. When the turbolift door opened he noted that the others had already arrived. Ravok looked over at Ensign Sekal and nodded his head and turned back to the Tactical readouts. “Well, speak of Fek’lhr, here he is.” she joked. “Thanks for joining us. I saw the work you did on the sensors and if you ever want to change your uniform color to yellow, you can come join us in engineering.” Sekal shrugged. "It was nothing, I have been aboard ships before with my father and he insisted I have a well- rounded experience. I trust I have not delayed you for long?" “No delays, you were punctual as I would expect.” she admitted. He cocked his head. "I was aware that Vulcans were sometimes associated with demonic entities in human folklore but this is the first time I have heard of my species compared with one such in Klingonese." “I’ve taken the liberty to have some phaser targets and a special surprise towed out to medium phaser range at about 30,000 km. Alpha, Beta and Omega. Alpha and Beta are standard phaser targets designed to absorb low-energy phaser hits and give feedback on targeting information. Omega is a shipping container that is filled with hazardous unexploded ordnance towed out to the much safer distance of 100,000 km. Our final shot will be with torpedoes and I promise it will put on one hell of a show.” she announced. “Luma are you ready? Can you see the targets?” Luma was pleased the Sekal had come. The new Vex was now her bondmate but she remained connected to the Sekal in a way she was unused to. It was both pleasant and confusing. =^= Yes, the Sekal and Luma worked hard on the sensors. Luma agrees that the Sekal did superior work.=^= unsaid was the 'unlike others' who had made minor mistakes. Luma was frustrated by the many minor mistakes and did not like that she had to let the small ones make them. She had stopped several from making large mistakes. Sometimes with force. Sekal nodded and moved to the science station where he powered up the board and began readying the sensors. Since they had been calibrated by both himself and Luma he had no doubt that they were ready. He tied them Into the tactical sensors to monitor the settings on the tactical board and provide instant feedback on any necessary adjustments. Having completed the initial steps his gaze moved to Ravok. "Sensor link is active Ensign, I will be monitoring the exercise and suggesting any necessary adjustments." Ravok accepted the recalibrated sensors into the tactical sensor array So the appropriate adjustments could be made " Connection established Ensign Sekal" Ravok said as he made sure everything was ready on his end "Understood, short range sensors are standing by." Keira looked to Ravok and Sekal in turn nodding at both in acknowledgement,“Luma are you ready?” Luma made a pleased sound and realizing she needed to speak aloud, =^= Yes.=^= “Excellent. If you could place the targets on the main view screen?” she asked. Luma did the requested command without thought. The screen shifted from a ready pattern to a pair of targets station keeping in the direction of the asteroid belt in the Sol system. Each was a smooth grey sphere with a communications array on the underside. Little puffs of gas could be seen releasing from the station-keeping thrusters as the units did their best to stay still. “Ravok, if you could adjust phaser output to about 9%? That should allow us to get the data we need and still be able to check the collimation decay.” she requested. " Yes ...Ma'am " he said with a slight smirk. " Phasers adjusted, ready to fire " Ravok replied Once Ravok indicated his readiness, “Ok, Luma.” Keira said grinning, “Take aim at target Alpha, and fire at will.” Orange energy lanced out from the forward dorsal phaser array. The first shot missed the target by a handful of meters. Luma did as requested and made a not pleased sound when she missed. She fumed. =^=Luma does not understand…=^= her voice seemed sad and confused. " Hey Luma that was a good try. You were actually very close. If it helps at all I remember my first time. I missed my target by 11 meters. The important thing is to focus , this is only practice. I had to remind myself of that. Just take your time and focus , so when the real situation arises you are ready. I am realigning the targeting systems. Just take your time" he said in a reassuring and supportive tone. He wanted to talk to Luma as a unique individual and not as a system to be utilized as a fail safe. He knew luma was much more than that. The phased energy beam was obviously off but without a hit as a point of reference there was no way currently to properly triangulate and 'dial in' the tactical lock. "Inconclusive result." Sekal noted. Once Ravok was finished with his pep talk, Keira spoke.“Try again Luma.” Orange energy again issued from the dorsal forward phaser array, this time striking the target on the port side of the target Ravok smiled " Alright Luma!!" He said with excitement " That was a lot better. " He said to Luma as to encourage . He made some more minor adjustments to the phasers targeting systems. " Next time Luma try the coordinates I have entered for you. " Ravok said. Keira felt excitement from the initial hit, but looked to Sekal, The Vulcan looked up. "Adjustment correction point one seven degrees negative declination. Recalibrate target lock and fire again. Luma was not pleased, but she listened. =^= Is not Luma's fault? Luma does not understand why this does not work properly. =^= If a Lenai could cry, Luma would be. “ That’s not your fault, Luma our instruments are off. I can make adjustments to those sensors from behind the tactical panel.” she said grabbing her engineering kit to make the appropriate adjustment. “This might feel a little weird.” she said not exactly sure what the adjustment would feel like, she was essentially adjusting her eyes. She grabbed the instrument, knelt down by the tactical station, and removed the panel. As she was faced away from Sekal she looked up to Ravok and gave a coy smile and a wink. =^= Luma trusts the Keira. She is not deceptive like the Jaelle. Luma is pleased you only have two deceptive beings here. =^= Everyone working on the ship knew that somehow intelligence had done something stupid and gotten on Luma's bad side. Ravok looked down at Keira and smiled. " The targeting systems appear to have not been calibrated properly in a long time " he said to Ensign Merek as he continued to try to reconfigure that targeting systems on his end to further assist Luma She then turned her attention to focus on her work. “Adjusting zero point one seven degrees.” She said, the hum of the tricorder was slightly muffled from being close proximity to the open panel. Luma watched them curiously now. The subtle clues were interesting and distracted her from her sadness at yet another system not functioning correctly. There was much of this going on aboard the skin. Subtle courtships and many not so subtle. A few seconds was all it took. “Done.” she announced getting back to her feet. She closed her tricorder. “Whenever you are ready.” Weapons were getting quicker to respond as a third shot from the phasers struck alpha target center mass. Luma's elation was almost palpable.. Sekal spoke up from the science station. "Direct hit on target, minimal declination and maximum efficiency. Tactical lock now within optimal parameters." “Qapla'!” (K: Success!) Keira said celebrating what they had accomplished. Sekal looked over at the Engineer with a curious look that some beings might have misconstrued as humorous. “Quite right.” she said calming herself. “Luma, if you would like to use the ventral forward saucer array to aim at target “beta” and fire when ready.” Luma did as directed, much faster than any humanoid could do. She had been told by Vex to go at the pace of the team, that it was important she do so for repair purposes. "Ka'vek, ke'chaw!" The Vulcan snapped in passable Klingonese. (You there, defend yourself!) Ravok went to bring the ventral forward saucer array online but It was already online. It appeared Luma was ready to take aim. The phaser banks powered up and a bright orange burst blasted from the array without hesitation. Beta target was hit center mass by the shot. Tactical readout flashed green in front of Ravok. He stood there in absolute awe at how fast Luma got the hang of this " Direct hit center mass" Ravok said out loud. " Weapons systems have been optimized to full operational standard Ensign Merek " Ravok said proudly. “I believe that confirms our zeroing of the targeting sensors.” she announced. “Sekal, Ravok do you concur?” "Target lock confirmed, tactical sensors have been optimized." Sekal replied. " Yes Ma'am , as far as I can tell Luma seems more than ready to defend herself " Ravok replied to Ensign Merek " Once again good job Luma" Ravok spoke to Luma “Now for the surprise.” she said with a devious grin. “Luma, if you could please aim at target Omega, and fire when ready.” The viewscreen shifts focus to a large shipping container out a little further. It appears as a small rectangular box with warning lights and a small transmitter. Once the screen was focused on “Target Omega” the speakers issued an automatic warning. [WARNING! Starfleet classified as hazardous material. Stay clear to a distance of thirty kilometers. WARNING!] the message repeated several times. (Starfleet safety protocols broadcast such warnings automatically forcing the speakers on the bridge or any other craft with communications to comply, you can however shut it off) Luma disliked the sound and dampened it, also channeling it to the back speaker, away from them. =^= Not allowed to turn it off, the Admiral says we must follow the rules even when they are stupid. =^= having never had to use the Mystique's weaponry on her own, Luma believed them and Sekal. She was not expecting a trick from people she trusted. Phaser fire heads out toward the shipping container but dissipates before making contact with the target. Ravok knew that the phasers wouldn't make contact and was fully aware of Ensign Merek’s plan to test Luma . It wasn't a deception, it was more of a challenge. Luma was hurt. =^= Was trick!=^= She hissed in anger at them. =^= Luma trusted you and you played trick!=^= “I wanted that to happen.” she said in a soothing tone. “We need you to know your limitations, I had that put outside of the phaser range to show that, and it’s payload is quite dangerous. I didn’t want anything to happen to you.” Luma did not believe Keira, simmering in hurt. =^= Was not kind.=^= She stated, pain in her voice. " Luma, sometimes when we gain confidence . We gain a sort of momentum in the way we perform or even react to things or situations. As you hardly know me I don't expect you to trust me. But please understand it was no trick. We wanted to see you fully in control of the targeting system and the maximum range of the phasers." Ravok stated to Luma hoping she would understand “Mister Ravok, if you would kindly bring photon launchers on line.” she said. “Arm one torpedo. With our calibrations we will only need one.” Ravok brought the photon torpedo launchers online. " Ready when you are Luma" he said . “I’ll bring forward shields online. We don’t need any debris coming back and ruining Sekal’s paint job.” she said. “Sekal, please keep an eye out for stray traffic, and issue an all-frequency hail to anything near Mars orbit. We can’t afford a random shuttle getting between us and our target. Please announce if anything’s course could bring them within the target zone of 50 km from the object and anything in between us and the target. Operations on Mars will reach out to us at that point. Reassure them, we will cease fire if anything strays into the zone.” Sekal stood up from the science console and moved to communications where he opened a link to Mars Base operational control. "Mars base operations this is the USS Mystique. We are currently conducting live fire exercises. Do you read?" =^= Mars Base operational control confirms receipt of your message. We have been picking up weapons discharges from the Mystique. What the hell have you been doing up there?=^= "Mars Base we have been conducting fire control tests at low power. Be advised the target area is now an interdicted zone. No craft to be given permission to enter within a one thousand kilometer radius. Do you copy.?" =^= Mars Base copies. Target area to a one thousand kilometer radius is now a no entry zone until live fire exercises are complete. All traffic will be diverted away until we receive notification otherwise. =^= Sekal kept the channel open and turned to Merek. "Mars Base confirms target area to be cleared and kept so until tests are concluded." After reporting he returned to the science console. ~Here we go.~ Keira thought as she walked over to the tactical station near Ravok’s left. Being this close to him was something she thought she was prepared for, but her feelings were starting to leak out. She smiled absentmindedly. As she brought the forward shield to life as a protective screen. She was remembering the dotting overly cautious procedures their first year when they went to the phaser range and weapons fire when they went on cadet cruises. “All stations report status. Shields ready.” She announced. "Tactical at the Ready, Photon torpedo armed , forward shields at full . Torpedo bay is clear to engage . " Ravok called out "Sensors ready, recording payload delivery. No craft detected in the target area." Sekal called out. Luma had no idea what they were doing, but she echoed it, taking in all the sensors. “Open hailing frequencies, focused on the target area.” she said. "Hailing frequencies open " Ravok stated as he opened the channels “This is the USS Mystique conducting full power weapons testing. If you are receiving this message, you are within the strike zone. Alter course at this time to avoid entering the target range, or make yourself known by sight or signal.” she announced over the hail. “You have 3 minutes to respond.” They waited for the hail. After the appropriate amount of time. "Operational control reports target area is clear." “Range is hot, I repeat range is hot.” she announced. “Luma. Target Omega awaits your wrath.” The red orb of a standard Mark XV photon torpedo arced out from the launch tube propelled at 0.98c. It cleared the distance to the target in the blink of an eye. Ancillary detonations began within the expanding gas and debris from the explosion of the torpedo which was backlit with a penumbra of reddish gold and purplish jets of plasma and ejecta. Sekal's eyes left the readouts to watch the expanding cloud for a moment before returning to the data being collected.There was no reason to state the obvious. The resulting explosion was 2-3 km wide resulting in a spectacular light show. Keira grabbed Ravok’s hand and gave it a gentle squeeze in the moment of success. Ravok didn't even look at the brilliant and beautiful display of lights from the explosion. He looked at Ensign Merek as she grabbed his hand. The look of accomplishment on her face was worth 100 of those explosions. This was her operation her idea to help train Luma ~ Do you ever stop being perfect?~ He thought to himself as he looked at her. Sekal looked up once again, this time noticing the clasping of hands going on between Merek and Ravok. This was an obvious embrace and elicited a raised eyebrow from him but nothing more. As they were from different departments there was no infraction according to regulations as he understood them. Luma watched curiously, the explosion was very pretty, like the fireworks that Vanyssa had shown her on the holodeck. Since no one else was currently on the bridge, she used the holo emitters to appear next to them, in the sparkly snowflake crystal with blue eyes that was the form of the Lenai. She wanted to 'watch' as they did. =^= This form is difficult to utilize while commanding the skin.=^= the voice still came from the speakers around the. Luma observed. And in retribution for them playing a trick on her, she would commit a social mistake even though she knew better. Once the explosion died down and there was nothing but very small debris left. Keira released Ravok’s hand. “Back to business,” she said softly. As she turned to the center of the bridge she saw a crystalline structure before her. Light dancing off its many facets. Keira was stunned because she had never seen anything like it. “What or who…?” Ensign Merek questioned Ravok looked at the form in front of them " Luma?, Your so...Beautiful" He stated he was nearly speechless Luma leaned the top of the snowflake back, as if preening under their attention. “So this is as close as you can appear to your….. natural form?” =^= Yes. Luma wanted to ‘see’ as you did. It was worth it. The explosion was very pretty. Like the glitter substance that Luma has heard of in the past. What is next? Are there more things to do? WIll the sleep gases be replaced?=^= “The part you speak of is under the medical domain.” Merek answered the question, “I can speak with them if you’d like.” ~The holo emitters of course. ~ Keira thought. Luma reached one of the snowflake arms out towards the hand of Keira, =^= Why do the corporeal beings hold limbs? What is the function of it? Not the Sekal. The Sekal uses his telepathy by touch. Please explain why the increase of heart rate when the Ravok and the Keira look upon each other and why the blood flow increases to the head area. Luma finds it very interesting. =^= “I can explain, Luma, but maybe later…” Keira promised. Ravok looked at Keira and couldn't help but smile. ~ She really does feel something for me~ he thought to himself " Ensign Merek , Ensign Sekal . I believe our work is concluded here " Ravok said quickly as to avoid any more awkward tension. “Thanks for your help, Ensign.” Keira said, trying to keep it more professional. He looked at Keira " I'm glad I could help Ma'am" ~ I hate calling her that. ~ Ravok logged out of the tactical interface and turned to exit but stopped for second as if he were going to turn around and speak. He took a deep breath and shook his head and exited the TIC. (Reply none) (Posted by Robert, Charles, Todd and Mel) (Earth, Shuttle Scotsman – Producer, Cressida McGowan & Journalist, Elsie Biers – 0924) Sitting in the shuttle, Cressida had checked and rechecked the equipment that was stowed. Now she sat, nervously tapping her foot on the bulkhead. ~everytime I replay that interview, I shiver ~ she thought to herself. Late because she couldn’t get the CBS exec off the holovid, Elsie marched into the private hangar bay underneath the complex. She could see that the shuttle was already prepared to launch. As she got closer she could spy Cressie sat on the seat, her foot tapping ~probably impatient to get going~ Elsie thought as she made it to the entrance. “Morning,” she said as she stowed her luggage and sat down opposite her. They’d had near radio silence for an entire day due to them both being busy setting up everything that was needed for this project. Cressida, not hearing her properly, looked up for a moment and nodded. “Pilot we’re ready to go,” Elsie bellowed to the front and she looked back to the Cressida who was staring at her with that look. She sighed and then shouted, “Thank-you.” “Did you get everything you wanted from the interviews?” "You could say that." She replied, flexing her hand slightly. “Good” she took a second to look Cressida over, “Tough time at the gym?” Elsie asked, it wasn’t uncommon for Cressida to overdo it on the punching bag when she was beginning to become stressed. "You could say that. And yes, I got the interviews. Although, just don't go in full throttle, Elsie." “What does that mean?” Shivering, "put it this way, you watch that video and you'll see." Elsie raised an eyebrow and let the conversation drop, there was no point trying to get more out of her when she was in this type of mood. “There’ll be plenty of time for that.”” She said as the shuttle banked left and headed for outer space. “The meeting with Celei went fairly well, got the usual safety paperwork you’ll need to sign and send back and the keys to a pretty big expense package. Though he made it clear they’d be checking that everything expenses is related to the project” she said with a smile. "Like that vat of wine you tried charging to the expense account?" “Don’t be like that, the wine was what won them over in the end. Money well spent from my point of view. That interview would never have happened without a little.. lubrication.” Smiling, Cressida nodded. "So, I have a couple of candidates for the first round of interviews?" The shift back to the interviews didn’t surprise Elsie, “Go on then, tell me about them..” she said with a mock sigh and a smile. “...who do we go after first?” "There's two. A counsellor and a security officer. Of the two, the counsellor maybe but…" Elsie waited a second to see if she’d continue, “But?” She said when it became apparent she wasn’t going too. Cressida looked at her friend, her workmates and sighed, knowing that the meat of this young woman's story and the interview she had done would spark the journalistic side of her, "Her story is right up your alley." “Excellent, pass me the padd, let me take a look at her. Any other prospects?” She said as she took the padd from Cressida and began rifling through the information. "Carson Peter's. His story is more, well, multifaceted. " she replied handing the padd over to Elsie. “Interesting,” Elsie said as she looked over the information, “A lot of red flags on his personnel file.. How did you get access to these?” she said, knowing Cressida was unlikely to give her such details. “Let’s just say I know a guy who owes me, big time.” “Let’s make these a priority.. With any luck the Admiral will send us to Security when we first get there for a briefing. Can poke around a little then, see who’s who and what’s what. You never know hopefully a better story appears.” (Reply None) (Posted by Jackie & Jono) (Mars Facility – Void Hunters Hanger bay 1 – Pilot – Ensign (JG) – Ire Williams– 1230) Ire unplugged the jack and coiled the wire and placed it into his flight suit. He then pulled him self out of his seat feeling his muscles complain after being in a seated position for the last 6 hours of the patrol. He nodded to his flight officer who went out of the fighter before him. He paused at the exit hatch and patted the fighters bulkhead. “Another good flight. Get some rest and I will see you tomorrow.” He smiled to him self as he climbed out and onto the hanger. He slowly walked away from the ‘Lucky Thirteen’ feeling his body loosen up at each step as the let the sound of the busy hanger wash over him. He spotted Senior Chief Tyrol walking towards him. “Good afternoon Senior Chief.” The chief started to attention and then handed him a PADD. “Sir is it right that none of the wings are going to Trill?” Ire nodded. “From what I understand Senior Chief the Boss and the Admiral does not want us to leave the system undefended and as the Mystic is our only warp capable ship at the moment we are going to need all the fighters that we can making sure that we have a home to come back to.” He saw Tyrol nod unhappily and could totally understand why. He would have been a disappointed if he had to stay on Mars while the others warped off to Trill and have adventures. “Don’t worry Senior Chief as soon as the Republic is up and running then we can put fighters in her.” Tyrol nodded and then indicated to the too PADD “It’s the post flight report and there is a message in your office.” Ire nodded tiredly. “Thanks, Senior Chief I’ll get right on to it.” Tyrol nodded and walked back to the fighters as Ire trudged to his office and collapsed onto the chair. “Computer open message please.” He tossed the PADD on to the desk which skidded across the slid off the edge onto the floor. He groaned and bit back a curse as he got up and stepped around his desk. As he bent down to pick up the PADD he heard a high pitch whine emanating from the panel behind his chair. He looked up to see the panel buckle and shoot across the room slamming into his shoulder. The force spun him into the fare wall and he struck his head on the bulkhead as a fire ball engulfed his desk and chair. As he collapsed into darkness, he could smell the strong acrid reek of burning along with a klaxon sounding far off in the distance. (Reply Medical, any) (Posted by Robbie) (Mars Facility, Carsons Quarters – aASEC, Ens(jg) Carson Peters - 1234) As soon as Carson had made it back to his quarters he'd immediately collapsed into the chair and closed his eyes, he'd clearly been working himself too hard over the past 11 days since getting to Mars and for that reason, he'd decided to "clock out" for a few hours and leave the department in the hands of the other capable Ensigns which were available. He began to undress when his comm badge beeped and he heard the voice of his new assistant, Petty Officer Scanlan Shorthalt, =^=Chief, there are reports of an explosion in Hangar Bay 1=^= came the panicked voice of the young man. Carson sighed, he was about to put his jacket back on when he decided to sit back down, he tapped the comm. badge, "Ensign Darpeg, can you please take a team and find out what's going on in the Hangar bay, apparently there has been some sort of explosion." he said. (Reply Darpeg) "Keep me informed, Peters out." he tapped the comm. badge to shut it off and went back to resting for an hour. If it was something more major, like an attack, they'd call back and he'd head over there. Otherwise it was sleepy time. (Reply Darpeg) (Posted by Jono Bradley) (Mars Facility, Corridor in Hangar Complex– Tac/Sec, Ens(jg) Garek Darpeg - 1236) Darpeg felt a rattle in the installation followed by a dull, thudding pop. He started going toward the source, which appeared to b the hangar. He then heard Peters over his commbadge, =/\=Ensign Darpeg, can you please take a team and find out what's going on in the Hangar bay, apparently there has been some sort of explosion.=/\= . "I have heard something, and I am in my way to investigate. I will call for backup as I go." =/\=Keep me informed, Peters out.-=/\= "Security Squad Five, This Darpeg. Respond to possible explosion in Hangar Bay. Fire Team Alpha standby." (Reply any) The closer to he got to the Hangar, the stronger the smell of smoke.became. When he rounded the corner of the corridor to the Hangar, he saw flames crawling along the ceiling, emitting thick, black smoke. He tapped his commbadge and said, "Fire in the Hangar. Alpha Team respond. All hands currently in the Hangar Bay, Evacuate! FIRE!!." He then grabbed a fire suppression unit containing an oxygen mask and foam based (chemical source) fire extinguisher, and started spraying it at the base of the conflagration. (Reply anyone) (Posted by Gary Dupree) (Mars Facility – Outside Hangars – Medical Officer – Ensign JG Dural Methor DrPH – 1237) This time of day Dural enjoyed it was the only time during which he could get real sunlight from the Sol system’s central light-giver. He wasn’t on duty, yet but report time was coming up in a few hours, he wanted to get some enjoyment in while he could. The sound of a Klaxon interrupted his enjoyment of basking with the sun on his face. [Fire in Hangar 1. Emergency crews respond.] ~That sounds serious, duty calls.~ He picked up a sprint to make it inside. “Is there anyone hurt?” He called out to one of the hangar crew members who pointed in a direction towards the offices. He saw some smoke issuing from one of the office doors. A human man stumbling out the door with more smoke now pouring out of it. “Is there anyone else in there?” He tapped his combadge, Dural to Medical, medical emergency in Hangar one. So far one patient, definitely hypoxic, other injuries unknown at this time, there could be one more. I’m leaving the channel open.” (Reply Medical) The Chief could barely stand and was struggling to even speak. ~Still conscious.~ Dural thought to himself. His years of experience and training as a medical technician in Cardassian military began showing through. “Stay here, get farther away if you can. Medical teams will be here soon.” He said and started heading into the room. [Evacuate the area. Fire suppression systems to activate in ten seconds.] He could feel the waves of heat emanating from the room. ~Heat and smoke rises, stay low.~ He reminded himself. He got down low, crouching as he entered. The smoke had already engulfed half the room from the top down, the smoke was irritating his eyes the instant he crossed the threshold. He could faintly make out a tall humanoid shape, just with-in arms reach. His head was facing the door. Dural reached under his shoulders and up into his axilla circling around the front and clasped his hands together. Still crouched he started walking backwards, dragging the man out by his armpits. Soon he crossed the threshold again going the opposite direction. Once he got him free from the room, the Cardassian activated the door closing mechanism. He could hear the fire suppression system activate as soon as he did so. The snap-hum of the air tight forcefield could be heard even through a closed door. Satisfied he had dragged him clear. He began his evaluation. With out a MEDKIT on hand directly he began an evaluation by hand. “Are you OK?” he nearly shouted at him to determine his responsiveness. ~Bajoran? Of Course he is.~ “I have a second patient, beginning primary survey.” (reply Ire) He did a quick visual sweep of him for any massive bleeding, he saw some slight blood from maybe his head hitting something from a fall or something of that nature. He mentally noted it and moved on. ~No massive hemorrhage~ He began his examination of his patient’s airway, which was next in the algorithm. He put the back of his hand up to Williams’ mouth and with the other massive but dexterous hand he cradled the back of his skull and with his forefinger and thumb performed a modified jaw thrust to force open his airway. ~If he’s awake this will hurt.~ There was no way his Cardassian ears would be able to hear over all the activity in and around the hangar, but he did feel breath exiting the young officer’s mouth at a regular rate. (Reply Ire, I figure the pain could wake him up a bit more.) “Welcome back. You were unconscious for a bit. A little fresh air did you some good. I’m Doctor Dural.” He said. While Williams spoke, Dural completed the remainder of his survey, including palpating the hit shoulder. (Reply Ire) “Well, Mr. Williams, if you could look straight ahead for me.” He said and prevented light from reaching one eye, and watched the pupil response, then did the same for the other side. ~PERRLA~ “Head forward please and follow my finger with your eyes only, keep your head still.” He began moving his finger in the standard “H” pattern. By the time he was almost finished the medical teams had arrived, with MEDKITS and stretchers equipped with stasis units. He pointed to the chief that was sitting off to the side. “Smoke inhalation, Dexalin one hundred milligrams intramuscularly for hypoxia, scan for pharyngitis and bronchitis, if present treat with a standard mild steroid and bronchodilator by inhalation. Terakine for pain if he complains of it. One milligram.” The first team followed Dural’s orders. “My man Williams here, Dexalin one hundred milligrams, same route. Scan for lung and upper airway problems as well, treat the same if found. Scan for cerebral bruising and cranial fractures, but I don’t suspect any given the results of my primary survey. Once significant head injury is ruled out, auto-suture up that cut. He winced when I touched his shoulder, scan for fractures. Terakine for pain if he requests it, you can give him up to two milligrams. Luckily his flight suit’s heat resistant properties saved him from horrific burns.” (Reply Ire, medical) “Did you get all that?” Dural inquired of medical. (Reply medical, Ire) (Posted by Todd) (Mars Facility – Hangar Bay 1 – Pilot – Ensign JG – Ire Williams– 1245) “Are you OK?” The voice penetrated the darkness where Ire found himself floating. “I have a second patient, beginning primary survey.” He spun himself in the direction of the sound. “Aaahhhh” There was silence and then stabbing pain in his jaw. His eyes blinked open and he groaned as his body rebelled against the pain. “What happened?” “Welcome back. You were unconscious for a bit. A little fresh air did you some good. I’m Doctor Dural.” Ire winced at his shoulder was touched but his mind was awakening to the injures of his body so he stayed still “Thanks you?” “Well, Mr. Williams, if you could look straight ahead for me.” He followed Dural's instructions. “Head forward please and follow my finger with your eyes only, keep your head still.” He heard the sound of other people moving around but could not see who it was. “Smoke inhalation, Dexalin one hundred milligrams intramuscularly for hypoxia, scan for pharyngitis and bronchitis, if present treat with a standard mild steroid and bronchodilator by inhalation. Terakine for pain if he complains of it. One milligram.” ~Ow not there is another person injured~ He coughed trying to get air into his raw throat. “Who else it hurt?” “My man Williams here, Dexalin one hundred milligrams, same route. Scan for lung and upper airway problems as well, treat the same if found. Scan for cerebral bruising and cranial fractures, but I don’t suspect any given the results of my primary survey. Once significant head injury is ruled out, auto-suture up that cut. He winced when I touched his shoulder, scan for fractures. Terakine for pain if he requests it, you can give him up to two milligrams. Luckily his flight suit’s heat resistant properties saved him from horrific burns.” Ire gave another cough and winced. ~Who else is injured~ “Doctor who else it hurt?” (Medical, Dural) “Did you get all that?” Dural inquired of medical. (Reply medical, Dural) (Posted by Robbie) (Mars Facility – Hangar Bay 1 – Medical Officer – Ensign JG Dural Methor DrPH – 1248) “Doctor who else it hurt?” Ire said, Dural might have heard urgency in his voice. “Did you get all that?” Dural inquired of medical. =^= Understood. Prepping beds one and two.=^= “My intent was not to ignore you, Ensign. Starfleet regulations ensure privacy of patients and their conditions. It helps spread of rumors and some people don’t want to feel vulnerable other’s knowing their private medical information.” He explained. The first team had already taken the Chief on the stasis back board. One person at each of the four corners of the stretcher and one on the patient’s right side monitoring his condition. (Reply Ire) “Oh, he was your man?” He asked. The second medical team knelt with a backboard. “Sir?” Dural nodded. The lead med tech began scanning with a tricorder. (Reply Ire) “How is your pain? Did you want an analgesic?” He asked. (Reply Ire, if yes, the techs will administer, if not they won’t) The Cardassian nodded. “I understand, I don’t know the man’s name, but he wore the rank of a Chief Petty Officer. He stumbled out of the room I found you in. I assumed him being in the room with you, he stayed and attempted a rescue, but was overcome by the heat and smoke inhalation. He was stumbling out of the room when I approached.” (Reply Ire) “Please stay still, they are going to roll you to one side, do not attempt to assist their efforts, any attempt to do so may exacerbate your condition. They are trained professionals and I assure you they will not drop you.” One technician knelt by Ire’s head, two on his uninjured side leaning over him took grip of his flight suit at the shoulder, arm, hip and lower leg, another two knelt with the board on his injured side. The one by his head placed his hands on either side of his face firmly supporting his head and lead a count. .”On my mark, one, two, three, mark.” They rolled him on to his uninjured side the headman keeping his neck neutral. The board came in behind him, it was pressed firmly against his spine. “On my mark, roll back. Three, two, one, mark.” He was rolled back on to his back facing up centered on the back board. “Sir, please don’t move. Securing forcefield.” (Reply Ire) A snap-hum issued from the board securing Williams to the board. “Prepare to lift. Lift.” Commanded the man who had been at the head. Two shorter personnel were at the feet and the two taller where at his shoulders ensuring Ire’s head was above his feet. (Reply Ire) “If you are still in sickbay when my shift starts I’d love to converse more, but you have someplace to be.” Dural said smiling. (Reply Ire) (Posted by Todd) (Mars Facility – Hangar Bay 1 –Pilot – Ensign JG- Ire Williams– 1251) “My intent was not to ignore you, Ensign. Starfleet regulations ensure privacy of patients and their conditions. It helps spread of rumors and some people don’t want to feel vulnerable other’s knowing their private medical information.” He explained. Ire’s tried to focus on the other person that the medics were treating but was not able to figure out who it was. “Who is the other wounded person?” “Oh, he was your man?” ~What do you mean one of mine. Who the hell is it~ More medical staff approached and were speaking. “Who is it.” Ire said groggily. “How is your pain? Did you want an analgesic?” He asked. He was taken a back by the question of the other medic that he paused for a moment before answering. “My shoulder is still sore, along with my head and chest when I breath. I would like some pain killers please.” He heard a soft hiss and cool sensation began to flow through this body. “I understand, I don’t know the man’s name, but he wore the rank of a Chief Petty Officer. He stumbled out of the room I found you in. I assumed him being in the room with you, he stayed and attempted a rescue, but was overcome by the heat and smoke inhalation. He was stumbling out of the room when I approached.” ~Ow no by the prophets no~ “Ow no, Tyrol! is he okay I need to see him.” He began to pull himself up right but was gently restrained. “Please stay still, they are going to roll you to one side, do not attempt to assist their efforts, any attempt to do so may exacerbate your condition. They are trained professionals and I assure you they will not drop you.” ”On my mark, one, two, three, mark.” He felt his body being rolled his one way and placed a hard board under his body. “On my mark, roll back. Three, two, one, mark.” He felt himself being rolled back so that eh was lying on his back facing the celling. “Sir, please don’t move. Securing forcefield.” “Okay.” “Prepare to lift. Lift.” Ire felt himself being lifted into the air and paused as the four people carrying him got their balance. “If you are still in sickbay when my shift starts I’d love to converse more, but you have someplace to be.” He looked cover at Dural as far as his eyes would go with his head braced in one place “Thank you.” At which point he was carried out towards the corridor and towards medical. ~Need to go and make sure that the Tyrol is okay~ (Reply Methor, any) (Posted by Robbie) (Mars Facility – Red Sands Tavern - Ensign JG Billy Alexander and Ensign JG Erin Cortez - 20:00) Walking into the Sands, Erin gazed around and, not seeing Billy yet, she took a seat at the booth. Running her fingers through her hair, she fingered the pink ribbon in her hair and ordered a drink. She was dressed as casually as she felt comfortable. A pair of Jeans and a comfy dark blue shirt. Downing her shot of a good single malt, she shivered slightly and muttered to herself, "I bet this is too casual." Billy scanned the bar and found the table where Erin was sitting. He went over and sat down. He was wearing khaki slacks, a plain black shirt, and a grey blazer with a pink rose in the lapel. He approached her and sat down. “Good evening Time Bomb,” Billy said with a smile. “You look nice.” "Well, thanks for saying so but this isn't anything special. " One of the wait staff came by and Billy ordered a beer. “How is it going?” Billy was not the best at small talk. Chuckling, "well, it's going. Not like I can talk about work. Patient confidentiality." She smiled and looked at him. ~so, he can dress himself. Okay, good~ “So should we beat around the bush, or is your homework ready?” Giving him a look, Erin shook her head, "See I knew it. Homework, really? Haven't done that since the academy. But yes. It is." “Well I mean, don’t play the since the academy card with me. We haven’t been out that long.” Billy flashed a playful smile. The waiter came by and he ordered a plate of the Iberian sampler, consisting of manchego cheese, sliced chorizo, and Iberian ham, all imported, and not replicated. “Now then, what are your ten favorite things and why? I believe that was the assignment.” Smirking, erin raised her eyebrow, "You really want me to sit here and tell you one by one?" “I mean, I might interject here or there. Who knows?" Shaking her head with a smile, she pulled a piece of paper from her pocket and opened it. "Well, first is probably pretty obvious. My parents. Sounds trite but, without them, I wouldn't be who I am today." “That makes perfect sense. My parents made me who I am. My dad taught me that it is ok to fail and you don’t need to be a commanding officer to be a successful officer. He was much more successful as JAG than he ever was as captain of the Mithrandir. ~Family oriented, let's put a check next to that.~ "Second, again probably quite obvious, my quiver." “Your quiver?” " It was the first thing my dad gave me that I remember. It belonged to his father." “Oh well that is neat. Family heirlooms are pretty cool. What’s next?” Smiling, she looked at him, "You have no idea what a quiver is do you? It's the …. Well, it's the bag that holds my arrows." Pausing for a second, she looked down at her list, then looked back at him, "Number 3 is a bit less obvious and may take some explanation. " “Well the point of the game, I mean the homework” Billy smiled and laughed, “Is for me to get to know you.” "Music… not that I play or sing because I am fairly sure I am pretty bad at both of those things. For me, I like to dance. Not anything trained. Just… well, it's something that I love to do and it's a way for me to work out my anger and not go boom." “I agree. Music channels and harnesses our emotions. I’m into rock, it's more of my jam. Especially Klingon metal. It’s intense. I believe that was three?” Raising an eyebrow, "Klingon metal? Wow. Gonna file that one under that needs an explanation at some point. Okay, four…. mi herencia" she replied with a wink. "Want me to expand on point four, sir?" “Your heritage. I speak spanish without a translator remember? You’re part Latin, part Irish, all Time Bomb. Is that right?” "Certainly is. Good memory!" “Though expand if you would like. And please, don’t call me sir.” "Okay. I will stop with the sir. It’s pretty simple really. My mom is Irish as you know. Her family still lives in County Mayo. Beautiful but rural part of Ireland. I spent many happy times there, exploring, riding. My papi, my grandfather, still lives there. He used to sit me on his knee in his kitchen and tell me all the irish folktales. Particularly Queen Maeve. “ Smiling softly as memories of those times popped into her head, she continued, “My dad’s side all still live in Santiago. In Fact, when they got married my mom moved there. You ever been to Chile?” “No I have not. Most of my vacation time has been spent on the family Ranch. But I hear it is nice. I believe you have six more to go, bee tee dubs.” ~Proud of where she comes from, put that into the plus column.~ “Five and promise you won’t laugh at this one.” “I make no promises.” “Okay, it’s my monkey. My plush. I have had it since I was born. Poor guy is a bit weathered but he’s …. “ Feeling her cheeks redden, she looked down at the paper. Billy let out a huge laugh. “Oh my gosh, that is the most adorable thing I’ve heard.” He gave her a warm smile. “I still have my stuffed turtle, Tort the Tuga.” Erin stifled a giggle and sat listening. “Get it, tortuga, break it up and you have Tort the Tuga. So halfway point.” The waiter dropped off the platter. Billy took a little bit of Jamon, some manchego and placed it on the baguette slice and took a quick bite. “Man I love this stuff. Anyways where was I, oh yeah. Number six por favor.” "Okay,firstly maybe we should get tort and mister binks together. " “Umm, you still need to make it past tonight.” Billy gave her a mischievous smile. “So number 6?” "Number 6 is …. Well.. it's my closest friend Sammy. Sammy Winchester. Although I call him Moose because I swear the guy is seven foot tall. We grew up together. His dad is friends with mine. He's a good guy and protective. Me being a bit of a short ass, he looked after me at high school. " “Good, we all need our tribe. Friends are good. My best friend is my cousin Miranda. I believe it is now 7 o’clock.” "That's why I rely on Sam. He's had a rough life but he's a good man." “Not the real seven, time for number seven.” Laughing, "I swear you are enjoying this aren't you?" "Wasn't enjoying this the point?" Billy replied with a chuckle. "Number 7 would have to be an easy one to understand. My commission. You know about Marcus, what happened so when I got that one single pip, it felt like relief. Like a part of my life that I had fought so Goddamn hard to leave behind was finally in the past. It was, to me, validation all the hard work, sweat and tears had been worth it. Don't get me wrong, I am no promotion chaser. I just want to do my job, help people and that's it…." Stopping, she blushed slightly and grabbed a piece of bread and began nervously nibbling at it. "You achieved a goal. That's not a careerist at all." "True, what I mean is I am happy just helping people. That's me. I would help anyone if they let me. " "3 to go Time Bomb." Shaking her head with a chuckle, Erin put down the bread she had been nibbling on. " okay. Number 8 is food. Not eating. I enjoy cooking although I am not very good." ~likes to cook. So do I. Another plus. ~ "I mean I haven't really had cause to cook for anyone before so I only cook for myself but I enjoy it. Especially if I can grow my own food. That's something I have always dreamed of. My own little plot of land and a little garden." "You should come out to the ranch some time. My dad has a little garden with fresh tomatoes and cucumbers. And we have dairy cattle so salad with fresh cheese." "Sounds amazing. " she smiled back, grabbing some cheese for the bread. "Don't tell me, number 9?" "Número nueve." He said nodding. Knowing the last thing on her list was something incredibly personal, Erin was beginning to feel nervous. "Number 9 is more of a memory than something tangible, if that's allowed?" "I'll allow it." He said smiling. Nodding her head, “Well, it’s a bit of a story so i apologise in advance.” "No worries." “ I was, I think 6 or 7 years old. My dad had been away on a trip with a friend. So it was just my mom and me for a few days. I can see it as clearly as I see you now. We were sat in the kitchen of their cabaña and my mom got a call. I was perched on a stool making a mess with the cookie dough and I just heard her drop. I ran into the main room and found her on her knees. My dad had been involved in an accident, thankfully he wasn’t too badly hurt.” Closing her eyes for a moment, she took a breath and then opened them and looked at him with a hint of sadness in her eyes, “It was the first time I ever saw my mom as a person, a human with feelings and emotions. Not just as mom who was fun and silly. It stayed with me for a long time.” "That's sweet." Erin stayed silent. Not looking at him, she picked up a glass and poured herself a drink. Knowing what she was contemplating telling him next was scaring her. “Number 10 is something I don't share with a lot of people. In Fact I think I can count on one hand the number of people that know about this. So, before I tell you, I need something from you.” She looked at him, trying to hide in her face the nerves she was feeling. "What do you need from me?" Lifting her eyes to meet hers, she looked at him trying to gauge his mood, “Simple, I need a promise. This is gonna sound probably overly dramatic and i really don’t mean it to. I am a fairly open person when it comes to most things but there are things about me, things I keep deep down that I don't share with people. Well, not often. If I tell you this, I want a promise and an understanding.” “What kind of promise and understanding?” “A promise that you won’t tell anyone and an understanding that what i tell you or show you, still not decided on that one yet, is between us. And don’t go thinking i am about to get butt naked in the bar. This is serious. For me to share this story with you is a big mark of respect.” “You have my word Erin.” Billy made sure to use her first name so that she knew he was serious. Taking a deep breath, she began, "I … well, number 10 isn't going to seem like anything to you but this is a part of me." Turning round in her chair, she took a deep breath. Trembling, not knowing if it showed, she pulled her hair to one side and pulled down the neck of her shirt. On her shoulder was a scar. A jagged mark across her shoulder. “That one looks like it hurt.” After a moment, she put her hair back in place and stayed turned away from him. “So, is that like your favorite scar?I don’t understand how a scar is one of your favorite things.” Staying turned away from him, she closed her eyes, " I wouldn't say favourite but it's important to me. For a lot of reasons but I suppose the main one is it's a symbol. A symbol of a moment in my life that could have gone many ways. " “What happened?” Billy was genuinely curious. Sighing, Erin realized she was shaking. It had been a long time since she had thought about that moment. Catching her breath, she opened her mouth to speak. "I…. Billy, I… " “Hey, if it is too hard, you don’t have to tell me.” Taking a deep breath, she realised she was gripping onto the chair hard and released her grip, flexing her hands, "... it's hard… It's painful and it's something that will change the way you look at me. The last thing I want is for that to happen." “Unless you murdered a whole orphanage, I doubt it will change how I see you.” "No…. I can promise you that it's nothing like that. Do you mind if I skim over the gory details and just give you the simple answer to what happened? " “You don’t have to share if you don’t want to. But you can skim if you’d like.” Nodding, still facing away from him, she replied with three words that she hoped conveyed enough of an explanation with the drama. Without having to go through it all over again. "An ex happened. " “Hey listen,” Billy said calmly, “I don't need to know what happened. But it’s not your fault. It is never the victim’s fault. And this isn't going to change how I see you. Not for the negative anyways.” “What do you mean?” she replied, feeling herself slowly calming. Billy put his hand on her shoulder. To those looking around it might have seemed like he was fiddling with the back of her shirt. To Erin it might have seemed like he was taking another look at her scar. “Whatever happened, happened because he was a jerk, not because you deserved it or where any less. What he did was inexcusable, evil, and mean. And to bear it like a badge, to not let it define you, weaken you, takes a lot of courage.” The waiter came by and slipped something to Billy. “I’m not brave. Not by any stretch of the imagination. But thank you.” She turned back to face him but kept her gaze anywhere but at him. Reaching for a slice of bread and some ham, she pushed it around the plate for a moment. “So, that’s me. Neuroses, baggage and scars. If you want me to just go, I get it. I do…. I mean, it’s not exactly…. Great, now I'm rambling ....” “I think you’re brave. And I’m not letting you go anywhere.” Looking at him, she furrowed her brow, “Pardon?” “Notice anything missing?” He said with a sly smile. “What the…. I’m still clothed so that’s a bonus. What did you do?” “Look at me, notice anything missing?” Billy flashed a mischievous smile. She looked at him, seeing the smile, “Okay…. Give me a clue.” “The answer is right in front of me, and behind you.” “ I don’t….. Wait…. You didn’t….” She took a sharp breath. “What is missing from my lapel, and pinned to the back of your shirt?” Looking at his lapel, her eyes widened slightly, “So, either you lost something or you lost your damn mind and i have a rose pinned to my back don’t i?” “If you ask my mother, I lost my mind at 10 years old.” “If you ask me, she would say I was born crazy.” “I was wondering when you would notice.” Biting her lip, she reached round to her back and tried to retrieve the rose. “Having a little trouble?” “So i guess this means i passed?” she winked. “At least on my end, but I believe two of us were to pass judgment.” Smiling, she nodded to the barman who came over with two glasses. He placed them down on the table and left. Erin took the glasses, handed one to Billy and kept one herself. “Bourbon. If that doesn’t give you my answer you might want to check your glass.” “I actually don’t need to check my glass.” Billy said smiling. He then reached into his pocket. He opened his hand and produced the pink ribbon. “Ta da.” Downing the shot, Erin couldn’t help but smile, “You cheeky…. When…. Wait no. How did you know?” “I’m in here all the time. Play poker with the wait staff. Javier and I play chess once a week. Javier is our waiter. He uh, showed me the ribbon after you gave it to him, then slipped it to me.” Glaring at Javier, Erin laughed, “I see you, flash. I see you. Well, if you permit me… date two is my turn. I mean, i …. Still have a rose on my back, don't i? A little help?” “Nope you’ll have to take it off when you get home.” “Okay, you wanna play it that way then. I may have said yes now, but I think that it is only fair that date two is for me to decide.” “Oh?” “Yes, that is if you want to.. I mean that wasn’t too presumptuous….. And there i go again, rambling so i am gonna shut up now.” “Fair is fair.” She smiled broadly, chuckled to herself and looked at him, “Option one or Option two.” “Do I get to know my options?" Winking, Erin smiled, "You want a hint?" “You know what...option one. Let's go blind.” ~okay, so he's brave. Cheeky but… cross that one off the list~ "Good choice. All I will say is that you got to know me pretty well… " ~better than most have.~ "... so I want to see what's under your hood so to speak." “Ok….?” "Not like that. I would like to see what you're made of." She looked at him, "I trusted you with something. Can you trust me?" “Of course I can.” "Good." She grinned. "Then let's say five days from now, same time, Mystique holodeck. " “It’s a date.” (reply none) (posted by Will and Jackie)