Compile#4 MARCH MISSION DAY 10, 12-15 (USS Rosenante) --------------------------------------------------------------------- Mission: Homecoming Day 10 Stardate: 2408.04.21 Compile Summary (SS Tranquility – Private Quarters – ACEO Lt. T’Kron – 0700) (SS Tranquility– Mess Hall– Captain- Chance Raschen– 0715) (SS Tranquility – Mess Hall – ACEO Lt. T’Kron – 0717) ===================================================================== Mission: Homecoming Day 12 Stardate: 2408.05.02 Compile Summary (Earth - Edinburgh/Glasgow Metropolis Starport - Lt (jg) Chance Raschen -1105) (SS Tranquility -Mess Hall –Captain -Lt (jg) Chance Raschen -1125) (SS Tranquility - Mess Hall - Passenger - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 1126) (SS Tranquility - Mess Hall - Captain - Chance Raschen - 1130) (USS Rosenante - COPS Lt Tom Jackson - COPS Quarters - Deck 2 - 1700) ===================================================================== Mission: Homecoming Day 13 Star date: 2408.05.03 Compile Summary (Vulcan - Mount Seleya - Landing Platform - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 1204) (Vulcan - Mount Seleya - Landing Platform – ACEO Lt. T’Kron - 1205) (Vulcan - Mount Seleya - Landing Platform – CSEC Lt. Chance Raschen - 1210) (Vulcan - Mount Seleya - Seleyan Gorge - 2O/CTAC Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 1356) (Vulcan - Mount Seleya – Seleyan Temple – ACEO Lt. T’Kron - 1357) (Vulcan - Mount Seleya - Seleyan Gorge – CSec- LT Chance Raschen - 1400) (Vulcan - Mount Seleya - Temple Grounds - Vulcan Scientist Doctor S'Vek - 1432) (Vulcan - Mount Seleya - Temple Grounds -CSec- LT Chance Raschen- 1435) (Vulcan - Mount Seleya - Temple Grounds – ACEO Lt. T’Kron - 1436) ===================================================================== Mission: Homecoming Day 14 Stardate: 2408.05.04 Compile Summary (Earth - Edinburgh - Greyfriars Cemetery - Lt Cmndr Josh Caskie - Day 14 -1100) (Earth - Edinburgh - Greyfriars Church - Lt Cmndr Josh Caskie - Day 14 -1105) (Earth - Edinburgh - Greyfriars Church - Lt Cmndr Josh Caskie - Day 14 -1125) ===================================================================== Mission:  Homecoming Day 15 Stardate: 2408.05.05 (Runabout Fateful Explorer - aCOPs – Ensign Smith - Day 15 -  2332) ===================================================================== (SS Tranquility – Mess Hall – ACEO Lt. T’Kron – 0717) T’Kron halted at the door to the Mess Hall. A goodly portion of the crew was already present. “Good morning, hope you’re hungry,” Maggie said invitingly to T’Kron. “Yes,” said T’kron. He glanced at the meal she was making and though his expression didn’t change much, his air of displeasure was still quite pronounced. He made his way to the other side of the cooking area and quietly opened a cabinet to pluck down the canister of oatmeal. He opened the chilled stasis unit and after taking out a melon, he began to chop it up on a clean cutting board. He placed the cut and peeled chunks of melon in a serving bowl to share. Then one of the passengers, a young crewman going home on emergency leave, asked Maggie how long she had known Captain Raschen and what kind of person he really was. Just then Duke chimed in, exclaiming with, “Oh no baby; its story time and roasted skipper is on the menu for breakfast, let me tell you!” Just then, T’Kron saw his water was boiling and added the oatmeal, stirring it in well. One or two servings would be enough, he knew. Few cared much for the cooked grains that he preferred for breakfast, though he had endeavored to share them in the past days on the ship. They didn’t mind the fresh fruit juices he produced with extra added carrot juice or the fresh fruit he cut up each morning. He added the cooked mushrooms to the pot of oatmeal for protein. He sprinkled some sharp cheddar cheese on top. (Reply Sullivan, any) The talking and good natured ribbing went on. “We all met the captain during the Federation-Cardassian War,” Walker explained. “Maggie was a CONN officer in Starfleet, Duke here was a communications sergeant in the Marine Corps, and I was a combat engineer in the Marines.” “We had all been captured and written off by Starfleet in the first few months of the war,” Maggie was saying. “Then one night we heard that a privateer captain of the Irregular Federation Forces had been captured and was taken to interrogation.” She sidetracked for a moment to explain to the young crewman. “The I.F.F. wasn’t any larger than a task force in the fleet.” “And the idea of a captain being the distraction for an escape was unheard of in those days unless the captain had a set of brass ones on him,” Walker chimed in. He laughed. “Anyway boys,” Maggie chided them gently and then turned back to the crewman. “The captain rescued us from that prison and we began sailing with him as I.F.F. privateers,” Maggie, Duke and Walker looked at Raschen with obvious gratitude in their eyes. T’Kron pulled out the large pitcher of fruit juice from the stasis chiller he had made late the night before. He placed the bowl and the pitcher on the table for all of them and made sure there were plenty of juice glasses. He also brought a glass pitcher of ice water to the table along with his bowl of oatmeal. Reaching for the bowl of brown unrefined sugar, he sprinkled some soft lumps of it on his hot oatmeal. Saying nothing, he began to eat while he listened and observed. He scrupulously avoided the gravy and picked up a freshly baked hot biscuit and spread some of the strawberry preserves on it. He also placed some of the melon on his plate and poured himself up a glass of juice. (Reply Sullivan, any) “I remember during the Civil War,” Walker said. “We were all Doenitz Loyalists when we were given orders to take control of the Dennison and deliver her to Bajor.” That got T’Kron’s attention. He raised one eyebrow and looked over to the speaker. He knew that the information would be forthcoming whether he asked for it or not. (Reply Sullivan, any) “Early in the evening, two nights before we went into action,” said Duke as he got up from the table and walked over to Maggie. He kissed her before continuing. “Captain ‘Temerarious’ over there married us onboard the Star Hawk which was sitting in the Dennison’s hanger bay, prepped for our escape in case our defection to the 52nd wasn’t accepted.” T’Kron listened as he ate in his customary methodic manner. (Reply Sullivan, Any) (Posted by Sheila) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (SS Tranquility– Mess Hall– Captain- Chance Raschen– 0715) Chance always liked to take a few moments to just watch beings in social gatherings. And on every vessel he ever captained, meal time was a gathering of everyone onboard. That is why deep down, Raschen loved small boats like the Star Hawk and Tranquility. Put her on autopilot, and make sure someone gets up to the bridge regularly to make sure everything was running smoothly. It was Maggie’s turn to fix breakfast, southern style biscuits & gravy with your choice of non-alcoholic beverage. Chance still knew how to get hold of real food for voyages. He remembered how during the war he swore to God that he would never eat another MRE onboard his own ship unless it was a last resort before dying of starvation. Folks were already seated around the table talking, and joking when the tall Vulcan male stood in the doorway. “Good morning, hope you’re hungry.” Maggie said invitingly to T’Kron. (Reply T’Kron) Then one of the passengers, a young crewman going home on emergency leave, asked her how long she had know Captain Raschen and what kind of person he really was. Just then Duke chimed in, exclaiming with “Oh No baby; its story time and roasted skipper is on the menu for breakfast, let me tell you!!” (Reply Sullivan, T’Kron, any) “We all met the captain during the Federation-Cardassian War,” Walker exlained “Maggie was a CONN officer in Starfleet, Duke here was a communications sergeant in the Marine Corps., and I was a combat engineer in the Marines.” “We had all been captured and written off by Starfleet in the first few months of the war.” Maggie was saying “Then one night we heard that a privateer captain of the Irregular Federation Forces had been captured and was taken to interrogation.” She sidetracked for a moment to explain to the young crewman “The I.F.F. wasn’t any larger than a task force in the fleet.” “And the idea of a captain being the distraction for an escape was unheard of in those days unless the captain had a set of brass ones on him.” Walker laughingly chimed in. “Anyway boys;” then turning to the crewman “The captain recued us from that prison and began sailing with him as I.F.F. privateers.” Maggie said as she, Duke and Walker looked at Raschen with continued gratitude in their eyes. (Reply Sullivan, T’Kron, any) “I remember during the Civil War” Walker started “We were all Deonitz Loyalists when we were given orders to take control of the Dennison and deliver her to Bajor.” (Reply Sullivan, T’Kron, any) “Early in the evening, two nights before we went into action.” Duke was saying as he got up from the table and walked over to Maggie and kissed her before continuing “Captain ‘Temerarious’ over there married us onboard the STAR HAWK which was sitting in the Dennison’s hanger bay, prepped for our escape in case our defection to the 52nd wasn’t accepted.” (Reply Sullivan, T’Kron, any) (Reply Sullivan, T’Kron, any) (Posted by Charlie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (SS Tranquility – Mess Hall – ACEO Lt. T’Kron – 0717) T’Kron halted at the door to the Mess Hall. A goodly portion of the crew was already present. “Good morning, hope you’re hungry,” Maggie said invitingly to T’Kron. “Yes,” said T’kron. He glanced at the meal she was making and though his expression didn’t change much, his air of displeasure was still quite pronounced. He made his way to the other side of the cooking area and quietly opened a cabinet to pluck down the canister of oatmeal. He opened the chilled stasis unit and after taking out a melon, he began to chop it up on a clean cutting board. He placed the cut and peeled chunks of melon in a serving bowl to share. Then one of the passengers, a young crewman going home on emergency leave, asked Maggie how long she had known Captain Raschen and what kind of person he really was. Just then Duke chimed in, exclaiming with, “Oh no baby; its story time and roasted skipper is on the menu for breakfast, let me tell you!” Just then, T’Kron saw his water was boiling and added the oatmeal, stirring it in well. One or two servings would be enough, he knew. Few cared much for the cooked grains that he preferred for breakfast, though he had endeavored to share them in the past days on the ship. They didn’t mind the fresh fruit juices he produced with extra added carrot juice or the fresh fruit he cut up each morning. He added the cooked mushrooms to the pot of oatmeal for protein. He sprinkled some sharp cheddar cheese on top. (Reply Sullivan, any) The talking and good natured ribbing went on. “We all met the captain during the Federation-Cardassian War,” Walker explained. “Maggie was a CONN officer in Starfleet, Duke here was a communications sergeant in the Marine Corps, and I was a combat engineer in the Marines.” “We had all been captured and written off by Starfleet in the first few months of the war,” Maggie was saying. “Then one night we heard that a privateer captain of the Irregular Federation Forces had been captured and was taken to interrogation.” She sidetracked for a moment to explain to the young crewman. “The I.F.F. wasn’t any larger than a task force in the fleet.” “And the idea of a captain being the distraction for an escape was unheard of in those days unless the captain had a set of brass ones on him,” Walker chimed in. He laughed. “Anyway boys,” Maggie chided them gently and then turned back to the crewman. “The captain rescued us from that prison and we began sailing with him as I.F.F. privateers,” Maggie, Duke and Walker looked at Raschen with obvious gratitude in their eyes. T’Kron pulled out the large pitcher of fruit juice from the stasis chiller he had made late the night before. He placed the bowl and the pitcher on the table for all of them and made sure there were plenty of juice glasses. He also brought a glass pitcher of ice water to the table along with his bowl of oatmeal. Reaching for the bowl of brown unrefined sugar, he sprinkled some soft lumps of it on his hot oatmeal. Saying nothing, he began to eat while he listened and observed. He scrupulously avoided the gravy and picked up a freshly baked hot biscuit and spread some of the strawberry preserves on it. He also placed some of the melon on his plate and poured himself up a glass of juice. (Reply Sullivan, any) “I remember during the Civil War,” Walker said. “We were all Doenitz Loyalists when we were given orders to take control of the Dennison and deliver her to Bajor.” That got T’Kron’s attention. He raised one eyebrow and looked over to the speaker. He knew that the information would be forthcoming whether he asked for it or not. (Reply Sullivan, any) “Early in the evening, two nights before we went into action,” said Duke as he got up from the table and walked over to Maggie. He kissed her before continuing. “Captain ‘Temerarious’ over there married us onboard the Star Hawk which was sitting in the Dennison’s hanger bay, prepped for our escape in case our defection to the 52nd wasn’t accepted.” T’Kron listened as he ate in his customary methodic manner. (Reply Sullivan, Any) (Posted by Sheila) ===================================================================== (Earth - Edinburgh/Glasgow Metropolis Starport - Lt (jg) Chance Raschen -1105) Raschen escorted Josh and her coffin, which was being guided on repulsors by Tamblyn, Duke, and Walker down the gangway. Chance had insisted on waiting with Josh until she was finally met by her family. As they all finally arrived Josh turned to him and smiled. "Mr Raschen, I want to thank you on behalf of all of us for your help. It would have taken me a great deal longer to get here without your help and every single person here thanks you for that. Even if they have no idea what you did, I do and I owe you, big time as far as I am concerned. If I can ever return the favour then believe me, you only need to ask. It's yours.” Chance looked at her and solemnly said “You don’t owe me anything. This was one favor that gets paid forward.” “Now if you will excuse me." Josh took a deep breath and walked towards all of the family waiting for her. Chance and his crew from the ‘Dennison Mutiny’ stood and watched as Caskie was swallowed up by her family and escorted her into the nearest 'car'. Chance turned and looked at his friends when Maggie asked him “Do you really think she’ll be alright sir?” Smiling, he replied “If she survives the family, she’ll find tranquility” and then led them back onboard the ship. Once Caskie and her family convoy left the landing pad, Chance gave the order to lift off and precede to Vulcan at best speed. And that is exactly what had happened. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (SS Tranquility -Mess Hall –Captain -Lt (jg) Chance Raschen -1125) Chance went to the mess hall to get something to drink and a snack when he saw T’Larah sitting at the table. Chance wanted to respect her privacy about what she was working on, but at the same time his curiosity was starting to get the best of him. That is why Raschen went out of his way to avoid her, resist the temptation of prying into her privacy. However, he did have one question that was very important to all aboard the ship “What spaceport do you want to land at when we reach Vulcan?” Chance asked as he sat down at the table near her. (Reply Sullivan) (Posted by Charlie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (SS Tranquility - Mess Hall - Passenger - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 1126) T'Larah was sitting in the mess hall of Chance's vessel. She was busy looking over the information T'Kron had gone over with her. ~ So much information.~ she thought. Her thoughts were interrupted by a visitor. Which was fairly uncommon, with the smattering of Ne'er do wells in Chance's crew, most of the interruptions she had during her voyage were Jody calls and invitations for not so pleasant amorous pleasures. “What spaceport do you want to land at when we reach Vulcan?” Chance asked as he sat down at the table near her. T'Larah thought about it, " I really don't know Vulcan well enough to tell you." she admitted honestly. (Reply CPT Raschen) "Well I have received a correspondence from a Doctor S'Vek. He tells me he is my mother's brother. You should speak with him. What I can find on him, he is a professor at the Vulcan Science Academy. He said he is making preparations for the rites of Fal-tor-pan. After some explaining, on what he has pieced together from asking people what happened, he called you the vessel, and I think it's more then you just bringing me to Vulcan." she offered. (Reply Chance) "Well I don't remember what connection we had before this incident, but regardless anyone willing to do that for another person should be commended." she said. (Reply Chance) "What is the ETA to Vulcan?" she inquired, wishing to change the subject. (Reply Chance) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (SS Tranquility - Mess Hall - Captain - Chance Raschen - 1130) T'Larah was sitting in the mess hall of Chance's vessel. She was busy looking over the information T'Kron had gone over with her. “What spaceport do you want to land at when we reach Vulcan?” Chance asked as he sat down at the table near her. T'Larah thought about it, “I really don't know Vulcan well enough to tell you." she admitted honestly. Chance gave her one of his reassuring smiles and told her “Considering the circumstance, that’s not too surprising.” After a moment he asked “Do you have any relatives that we can get hold of?” "Well I have received a correspondence from a Doctor S'Vek. He tells me he is my mother's brother. You should speak with him. What I can find on him, he is a professor at the Vulcan Science Academy. He said he is making preparations for the rights of Fal-tor-pan. After some explaining, on what he has pieced together from asking people what happened, he called you the vessel, and I think it's more then you just bringing me to Vulcan." she offered. He got up from the table and walked over to the wall mounted intercom and pressed the button for the bridge “Duke, I need you to put a call out to a Doctor S’Vek at the Vulcan Science Academy. Let him know that we will be arriving to Vulcan with his sister’s daughter as one of our passengers and ask him which spaceport he would like to meet her at.” =^=No problem Chance, I’ll let you know when I get an answer. =^= and then the connection was cut. Chance turned and looked at the Vulcan woman as he started walking back toward the table “Sorry about that; you were saying?” "Well I don't remember what connection we had before this incident, but regardless anyone willing to do that for another person should be commended." she said. Personally, Raschen didn’t really know Sullivan that well. Professionally, it wasn’t much different. “Looking back, I don’t know if I would have done it again. But you did have help from a Romulan talking me into helping.” "What is the ETA to Vulcan?" she inquired, wishing to change the subject. Glade for the change in subject “We’ll be landing within 24 hours. I hope.” Chance answered as he got up from the table and walked out of the room. (Reply None) (Posted by Charlie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - COPS Lt Tom Jackson - COPS Quarters - Deck 2 - 1700) Tom smiled as he put the finishing touches on his party plans. He had begun to enjoy being around his cremates and wanted to reward them with a party. He had struck a bargain with a Ferengi bartender at the Tradewinds and secure a nice room there. It had cost his some items that well to put it nicely, slightly black market. Tom sent a message his step-dad Pez. He asked his step-dad for the items and sent him the necessary credits. The Trade winds Ferengi was an old friend of Pez's and had agreed to accept the shipment after the party was over. He composed and sent out the message. The party would be in a day or two. He sat back and thought about his chat with Phil Sheridan. The talk had gone on well into the night. Phil ended up suggesting he talk to Lt Nayati before seeing the FO or CO. That way he could keep it confidential for a while longer. Phil had gone on to say Jon had helped him with his Post Traumatic Stress Disorder problems. He added that Jon could be trusted implicitly. Jackson sat and started into the void of space displayed outside his window. The vastness seemed to welcome and console him. (reply: none) (Posted by: Bill W) ===================================================================== (Vulcan - Mount Seleya - Landing Platform - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 1204) T'Larah stepped off the gangway on to the solid landing platform. The two Vulcan suns were near their zenith for the day. It was hot even for her and T'Kron both natives of the planet. She could only imagine how off worlders felt. As she was instructed she wore a white ceremonial robe embroidered with Vulcan sigils. T'Kron wore a different but equally ceremonial robe. T'Larah looked over at Captain Raschen to see if he was actually wearing the eye wear he was told to by Doctor S'Vek that was 'absolutely imperative' to protect his 'delicate human optical sensory organs' "Is the tri-ox compound helping any with the thin air?" she inquired about the injections most humans had to take two to three times daily to work close to normal on Vulcan. (Reply Capt Raschen, T'Kron, IYW) The trio were approached by a Vulcan male in simple brown robes. " I am S'Vek, it is most fortuitous that you have made it here," he started to bring his hand up in the traditional Vulcan salute, but then recalled that T'Larah would not remember, and saving himself the embarrassment, he halted and put his hand down, "T'Larah, Captain Raschen, I take it you are both well?" he inquired. " I am well." she responded simply. (Reply Raschen) S'Vek however did offer the traditional Vulcan salute to T'Kron. "Live long and prosper, brother Vulcan, I do not believe we have met. I am S'Vek, brother to T'Larah's late mother, and her closest living Vulcan relative, who are you?" (Reply T'Kron) "Excellent, perhaps you can bring some Vulcan stability to her chaotic life at the end of this ceremony. Are you aware of the details involved in the duties of honor guard?" he inquired. (Reply T'Kron) "I understand, if there are details that you are unclear on do not hesitate to ask, as once we reach the summit, protocol is of paramount importance." he said. (Reply T'Kron) "Very well, shall we begin? I've taken the liberty of bringing some hydration packs along with us," he looked at Charlie, and his already profuse sweating, " we will definitely need them for our journey, several kilometers west." he explained. (Reply Raschen, T'Kron room for more) "Please follow me." he said and started a trek westward across a sand covered plain. The course sand absorbed the quad's footfalls making higher steps necessary to advance at a normal pace. The related Vulcans continued the arduous journey in silence unless interrupted by their other companions. (Reply Raschen, T'Kron if you wish, IYW, room for more.) The sandy plain continued to narrow until the group reached a simple narrow stone bridge, wide enough for only single file travel, and with out railings S'Vek paused before leading T'Larah, T'Kron and Charlie across the bridge that was the only way, by foot to reach the temple at Mount Seleya. Looking around at all the reddish hued stone architecture, T'Larah posed a question of it's history. "Doctor S'Vek, my reading tells me this temple we are going to is the main temple of the Disciples of Peace set down by Surak, why does it look so much like a fortress?" she asked. "That T'Larah is because it used to be one. Before the Time of Awakening it was one of largest group's main castles used for the protection of their lord." he explained. (Reply Raschen, T'Kron) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Vulcan - Mount Seleya - Landing Platform – ACEO Lt. T’Kron - 1205) T’Kron stepped out on the platform with the others, welcoming the Vulcan heat after the long chill of the Starfleet ships. "Is the tri-ox compound helping any with the thin air?" inquired Lt. Sullivan. T’Kron wordlessly looked at Lt. Raschen, one eyebrow raised. (Reply Chance Raschen) The trio was approached by a Vulcan male in simple brown robes. "I am S'Vek. It is most fortuitous that you have made it here," he started to bring his hand up in the traditional Vulcan salute, but then halted and put his hand down. "T'Larah, Captain Raschen, I take it you are both well?" he inquired. "I am well." she responded simply. (Reply Raschen) S'Vek did offer the traditional Vulcan salute to T'Kron. "Live long and prosper, brother Vulcan. I do not believe we have met. I am S'Vek, brother to T'Larah's late mother, and her closest living Vulcan relative. Who are you?" “I am T’Kron, a son of the house of Sitik.” "Excellent. Perhaps you can bring some Vulcan stability to her chaotic life at the end of this ceremony. Are you aware of the details involved in the duties of honor guard?" he inquired. “I am aware of only the barest of details of the ritual itself,” said T’Kron. "I understand. If there are details that you are unclear on do not hesitate to ask, as once we reach the summit. Protocol is of paramount importance," he said. “I understand,” said T’Kron, nodding his head once. "Very well, shall we begin? I've taken the liberty of bringing some hydration packs along with us.” S’Vek looked at Charlie and his already profuse sweating. "We will definitely need them for our journey, several kilometers west," he explained. “It is not always the destination that is important, but the journey itself,” said T’Kron to Lt. Sullivan and Lt. Raschen. “The travel will help to prepare our minds for the ceremony.” (Reply Chance Raschen, T’Larah Sullivan room for more) "Please follow me," he said and started a trek westward across a sand covered plain. The coarse sand absorbed their footfalls, making higher steps necessary to advance at a normal pace. The related Vulcans continued the arduous journey in silence unless interrupted by their companions. T’Kron surreptitiously kept an eye on Chance Raschen, noting when he needed help and extending a hand to him over rougher ground. (Reply Raschen IYW, room for more.) The sandy plain continued to narrow until the group reached a simple narrow stone bridge without railings, wide enough for only single file travel. S'Vek paused before leading T'Larah, T'Kron and Charlie across the bridge. It was the only way, by foot to reach the temple at Mount Seleya. Looking around at all the reddish hued stone architecture, T'Larah posed a question of the temple’s history. "Doctor S'Vek, my reading tells me this temple we are going to is the main temple of the Disciples of Peace set down by Surak. Why does it look so much like a fortress?" she asked. "That T'Larah, is because it used to be one. Before the Time of Awakening, it was one of largest group's main castles used for the protection of their lord," he explained. “The water from the spring here is especially sweet and also plays a major part of the structure’s beginnings,” said T’Kron. “Before it was built, it is said that the tribal houses would fight for the right to occupy and guard the water, hoarding and keeping it for themselves and allowing others outside of the tribe to drink of it only at great cost. The Great Hall itself has an immense ceiling that disappears into shadows during the night hours, yet allows illumination during the day with carefully placed openings. This structure has been standing the test of time for over 5000 of your own Earth years and is one of the older examples of architecture on Vulcan.” (Reply Chance Raschen, T’Larah Sullivan, S’vek, Any) (Posted by Sheila) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Vulcan - Mount Seleya - Landing Platform – CSEC Lt. Chance Raschen - 1210) Chance walked off the Tranquility and stepped out on the platform with the others, welcoming the Vulcan heat after the long chill of the Starfleet ships. "Is the tri-ox compound helping any with the thin air?" inquired Lt. Sullivan. T’Kron wordlessly looked at Lt. Raschen, one eyebrow raised. “I guess it is; at least I hope it’s doing something other than reminding me why I hate inoculations.” Chance said sarcastically. The trio was approached by a Vulcan male in simple brown robes. "I am S'Vek.. It is most fortuitous that you have made it here," he started to bring his hand up in the traditional Vulcan salute, but then halted and put his hand down. "T'Larah, Captain Raschen, I take it you are both well?" he inquired. "I am well." she responded simply. Raschen gave a slight bow of his head and evenly replied “I am doing well; thank you for asking sir.” S'Vek did offer the traditional Vulcan salute to T'Kron. "Live long and prosper, brother Vulcan. I do not believe we have met. I am S'Vek, brother to T'Larah's late mother, and her closest living Vulcan relative. Who are you?" “I am T’Kron, a son of the house of Sitik.” "Excellent. Perhaps you can bring some Vulcan stability to her chaotic life at the end of this ceremony. Are you aware of the details involved in the duties of honor guard?" he inquired. “I am aware of only the barest of details of the ritual itself,” said T’Kron. "I understand. If there are details that you are unclear on do not hesitate to ask, as once we reach the summit. Protocol is of paramount importance," he said. “I understand,” said T’Kron, nodding his head once. ~I’m glad he understands his part, I wish I totally understood mine.. ~ Chance thought as he listened to the two Vulcans talk as he looked at the scenery with a sense of awe. "Very well, shall we begin? I've taken the liberty of bringing some hydration packs along with us.” S’Vek looked at Chance who was already profusely sweating. "We will definitely need them for our journey, several kilometers west," he explained. “It is not always the destination that is important, but the journey itself,” said T’Kron to Lt. Sullivan and Lt. Raschen. “The travel will help to prepare our minds for the ceremony.” “If you say so, but I tend to get less focused the more tired I get.. But what the hell, I’ll try it yawls way. Let’s get, we’re burnin’ daylight.” Then Raschen looked up at the two suns and added “Well, maybe not.” Then looked at S’Vek “After you sir.” "Please follow me," he said and started a trek westward across a sand covered plain. The coarse sand absorbed their footfalls, making higher steps necessary to advance at a normal pace. The related Vulcans continued the arduous journey in silence unless interrupted by their companions. Every now and then Chance needed a helping hand from T’Kron, who surreptitiously kept an eye on him, noting when he needed help and extending a hand to him over rougher ground. The sandy plain continued to narrow until the group reached a simple narrow stone bridge without railings, wide enough for only single file travel. S'Vek paused before leading T'Larah, T'Kron and Chance across the bridge. It was the only way, by foot to reach the temple at Mount Seleya. Looking around at all the reddish hued stone architecture, T'Larah posed a question of the temple’s history. "Doctor S'Vek, my reading tells me this temple we are going to is the main temple of the Disciples of Peace set down by Surak. Why does it look so much like a fortress?" she asked. "That T'Larah, is because it used to be one. Before the Time of Awakening, it was one of largest group's main castles used for the protection of their lord," he explained. “The water from the spring here is especially sweet and also plays a major part of the structure’s beginnings,” said T’Kron. “Before it was built, it is said that the tribal houses would fight for the right to occupy and guard the water, hoarding and keeping it for themselves and allowing others outside of the tribe to drink of it only at great cost. The Great Hall itself has an immense ceiling that disappears into shadows during the night hours, yet allows illumination during the day with carefully placed openings. This structure has been standing the test of time for over 5000 of your own Earth years and is one of the older examples of architecture on Vulcan.” As Chance listened, he continued to look at the temple in amazement. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Vulcan - Mount Seleya - Seleyan Gorge - 2O/CTAC Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 1356) Satisfied that all the historical questions were answered, S'Vek led the way across the Seleyan Gorge, his movements appeared graceful, until they were compared with T'Larah who was moving with a cat's grace easily across the chasm. At the midway point she looked back to check on her compatriots. (Reply Chance, T'Kron) T'Larah put her hand out to help anyone along. (Reply any, room for more) Once everyone got across the monastery came into view. The temple complex was nestled securely on top of the summit of Mount Seleya. Entirely constructed of a crimson hued stone, T'Larah even with the knowledge that the Kobali had left her with, found herself analyzing the tactical advantages of this now peaceful monastery, once formidable fortress. (Reply T'Kron, Raschen, room for more) The two pairs made it to the base of the monastery grounds. T'Larah's close inspection noticed in the stone work and even the very mountain that it rested on, the deep rose was accented by jeweled flecks of blue. They weren't frequent, but they were evident in most large surfaces. ~Those must be the kosjen crystals I read about in the Vulcan history file.~ she thought. T'Larah pointed to the crystalline nodule. "Kosjen?" she asked. "Yes, kosjen is a crystalline form of gallienite, only thus far found on Vulcan, it has properties that are very unique allowing it to channel psionic energies." S'Vek explained. "Some specimens are better then others, the strength of the individual crystal can usually be determined by color, ranging from blue the weakest, to a deep crimson the strongest." (Reply T'Kron, Chance) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Vulcan - Mount Seleya – Seleyan Temple – ACEO Lt. T’Kron - 1357) Once crossing the chasm on the narrow bridge, the monastery came into view. The temple complex was nestled securely on top of the summit of Mount Seleya. Entirely constructed of a crimson hued stone, it rose above them as it had for thousands of years. ~Whether fortress or temple of scholarly pursuits, it is a difficult place to attack and would prove a good refuge in times of trouble, though those times are long gone.~ Eventually, they made it to the base of the monastery grounds. The deep rose stone was accented by jeweled flecks of infrequent blue. They were evident in most large surfaces and in much of the stone of the mountain itself. T’Kron wondered what Shayhiloosh the Arborian would think of the mountain rock with it flecks of crystals. Lt. Sullivan pointed to one of the crystalline nodules. "Kosjen?" she asked. "Yes, kosjen is a crystalline form of gallienite, only thus far found on Vulcan. It has properties that are very unique, allowing it to channel psionic energies," S'Vek explained. "Some specimens are better than others. The strength of the individual crystal can usually be determined by color, ranging from blue the weakest, to a deep crimson the strongest." “This is one of the reasons why the temple has become a place for resolving situations such as yours,” said T’Kron. “The Order of Vulcans that abide here have been able to accomplish remarkable things.” (Reply T’Larah Sullivan, Chance Raschen, S’Vek, Any) (Posted by Sheila) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Vulcan - Mount Seleya - Seleyan Gorge – CSec- LT Chance Raschen - 1400) Satisfied that all the historical questions were answered, S'Vek led the way across the Seleyan Gorge, his movements appeared graceful, until they were compared with T'Larah who was moving with a cat's grace easily across the chasm. At the midway point she looked back to check on her compatriots. Chance was trying to watch the feet of his companions for two reasons. One to keep himself moving, because he was just simply tired from the long walk. And two, to keep from looking down into the gorge. He understood that it wasn’t the fall that would kill him, it was the sudden stop at the end. When he saw T'Larah put her hand out to help anyone along he was at a point were he was happy to take her up on the offer and grasped her hand. Once everyone got across the monastery came into view. The temple complex was nestled securely on top of the summit of Mount Seleya. Entirely constructed of a crimson hued stone, Chance was amazed at the beauty, and the tactical advantages of this now peaceful monastery, once formidable fortress. The two pairs made it to the base of the monastery grounds. T'Larah's close inspection noticed in the stone work and even the very mountain that it rested on, the deep rose was accented by jeweled flecks of blue. They weren't frequent, but they were evident in most large surfaces. ~Those must be the kosjen crystals I read about in the Vulcan history file. ~ She thought. T'Larah pointed to the crystalline nodule. "Kosjen?" she asked. "Yes, kosjen is a crystalline form of gallienite, only thus far found on Vulcan, it has properties that are very unique allowing it to channel psionic energies." S'Vek explained. "Some specimens are better than others, the strength of the individual crystal can usually be determined by color, ranging from blue the weakest, to a deep crimson the strongest." Raschen started flashing again with Sullivan’s memories of such strength that he had to pause a moment to calm the mental storm before continuing. (Reply none) (Posted by Charlie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Vulcan - Mount Seleya - Temple Grounds - Vulcan Scientist Doctor S'Vek - 1432) After the group climbing well over one thousand steps, S'Vek spoke. "We are here, and right on time." he said. In the distance chiming of bells could be heard. "The high priestess is on her way. Has everyone been explained their role?" he asked. (Reply Raschen) "Mister Raschen, you are known as the vessel. You have the most important task, as you carry T'Larah's Katra or Vulcan Soul. You will be asked questions pertaining to your lineage, as well as if you consent to go through with the Fal-tor-pan, or "Re-fusion". The high priestess will extract T'Larah's Katra, freeing you of it's burden, and giving it back to her. This is a process that may take several days, depending on how deeply rooted her Katra is. This will be very physically and mentally taxing for you. Are you prepared?" he asked. (Reply Raschen, T'Kron) "Your role of honor guard is largely ceremonial, unless we have visitors. Your job is to ensure no one outside of the temple interrupts the ceremony as such an interruptions could cause irreparable damage to Mr Raschen and T'Larah. Politely and gently at first escalating force if needed to deter a violent interloper. Unfortunately you will not be allowed to sleep for the entire duration, along with myself. A light meditation is permitted between sessions, as long as one is able to act on anything that approaches. Failure, even with out interruption will bring shame on one's family and lineage. Are you prepared?" he asked. (Reply T'Kron) "Very well, T'Larah and I will remain on Vulcan after the ceremony as her Re-education will need to be seen to. The two of you are welcome to return with me, we will be going to the Vulcan Science Academy rooms will be provided for you. This may take several weeks to a couple of months depending on the trauma caused to T'Larah. You of course Mr Raschen are offered mental care if it proves too traumatic for you as well." (Reply T'Kron, Raschen) They then made their way to a smallish circular area with steps down to a pair of altars, facing parallel to each other, about a meter apart. Both made of carved of a deep purple kosjen. Both stone structures were of a similar hue, close enough that one could reasonably assume that they were carved of the same stone. The circular area was ringed on all sides by a grove of desert trees. A testament to the underground water source here. The bells sounded closer and closer. In the distance one could see a procession headed down from temple proper. At it's center was a six posted litter with chair, carried by six large framed Vulcan monks, on it's center sat a Vulcan woman with nearly snow white hair and wearing priestly regalia. In front and behind the priestess were easily a total of three dozen bald headed acolytes each moving along keeping pace with the priestess and shaking torso sized metal racks holding varying sizes of metal bells arranged in size from largest on bottom smallest on top. (Reply Raschen, T'Kron) Soon the procession arrived. When the group came to a halt, the foremost half parted as the litter bearers slowly lowered their cargo. as she stepped down her worn sandals touched the red stone as they had many times before. The woman looked ancient, but did not show one moment of weakness. "I am T'Lar High Priestess of Vulcan, who wishes to speak?" she asked "I S'Vek son of S'Vor. I speak for the group assembled before you." he said. "What brings you to Mount Seleya S'Vek son of S'Vor?" she asked. "I humbly request that the Fal-tor-pan be performed for my late sister's daughter." he said. "The Fal-tor-pan has not been performed for almost one hundred years. It's need requires a very stringent set of circumstances." she stated fact. "I believe that in her case that is so. She was revived from death after entrusting her Katra to another, by medical science beyond the Federation's reach. The process however has denied her access to her own memories, re-introducing her Katra I believe will allow her to continue her life." the scientist said to T'Lar. "Who is to receive the Fal-tor-pan?" The priestess inquired. "I am T'Larah daughter of V'Ara." Sullivan answered. "Who carries the Katra?" (Reply Raschen) "Chance Raschen, you are not Vulcan, this is not your way. The Fal-tor-pan requires that I High Priestess T'Lar will mind-meld with you and T'Larah at the same time do you know what that means?" she asked. (Reply Raschen) "Yes, I will touch your mind in an effort to retrieve what T'Larah put there before she died. I have performed many mind melds over my two hundred earth years of life. Even in my hands mind melds are by their very nature, risky. This event even now has probably already shaped you. You may not go back to what you would consider normal. There is a possibility that you may still retain a small fraction of T'Larah's thoughts and memories, but this is the only way known to free you of this burden, it is also the only chance to give T'Larah her life back. Do you understand?" she asked after explaining the risk involved. (Reply Raschen) "Do you give consent to proceed with the Fal-tor-pan, knowing now what you do?" she asked. (Reply Raschen) T'Lar wordlessly motioned to the twin slabs of carved kosjen, for each member. Once they were situated, she faced each person's feet, standing between the two altars. First she placed her weathered hand on Chance's forehead. She reached out to Raschen's mind. Her structured logical mind a contrast to his passionate and comparably chaotic consciousness. (Reply Raschen) Once she found T'Larah's Katra nestled in Chance's mind, she placed her other had on T'Larah's fore head and began the work of transferring it to T'Larah's head. (Reply Raschen, T'Kron IYW) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Vulcan - Mount Seleya - Temple Grounds -CSec- LT Chance Raschen- 1435) After the group climbing well over one thousand steps, S'Vek spoke. "We are here, and right on time." he said. In the distance chiming of bells could be heard. "The high priestess is on her way. Has everyone been explained their role?" he asked. "I am not completely certain what my part in all of this is other than to bring T'Larah home to Vulcan." Chance said as he raised his hand. "Mister Raschen, you are known as the vessel. You have the most important task, as you carry T'Larah's Katra or Vulcan Soul. You will be asked questions pertaining to your lineage, as well as if you consent to go through with the Fal-tor-pan, or "Re-fusion". The high priestess will extract T'Larah's Katra, freeing you of it's burden, and giving it back to her. This is a process that may take several days, depending on how deeply rooted her Katra is. This will be very physically and mentally taxing for you. Are you prepared?" he asked. ~After walking several klicks, now we're at the 'physically taxing' part?! You gotta be freaking kidding me!?~ Chance thought as he answered "I am prepared." Then S'Vek started speaking with T'Kron about his part in the ritual before going on to explain his and T'Larah's parts. "Very well, T'Larah and I will remain on Vulcan after the ceremony as her Re-education will need to be seen to. The two of you are welcome to return with me, we will be going to the Vulcan Science Academy rooms will be provided for you. This may take several weeks to a couple of months depending on the trauma caused to T'Larah. You of course Mr Raschen are offered mental care if it proves too traumatic for you as well." Chance looked at T'Kron, then back to S'Vek and said "Let us first complete this task." They then made their way to a smallish circular area with steps down to a pair of altars, facing parallel to each other, about a meter apart. Both made of carved of a deep purple kosjen. Both stone structures were of a similar hue, close enough that one could reasonably assume that they were carved of the same stone. The circular area was ringed on all sides by a grove of desert trees. A testament to the underground water source here. The bells sounded closer and closer. In the distance one could see a procession headed down from temple proper. At it's center was a six posted litter with chair, carried by six large framed Vulcan monks, on it's center sat a Vulcan woman with nearly snow white hair and wearing priestly regalia. In front and behind the priestess were easily a total of three dozen bald headed acolytes each moving along keeping pace with the priestess and shaking torso sized metal racks holding varying sizes of metal bells arranged in size from largest on bottom smallest on top. Soon the procession arrived. When the group came to a halt, the foremost half parted as the litter bearers slowly lowered their cargo. as she stepped down her worn sandals touched the red stone as they had many times before. The woman looked ancient, but did not show one moment of weakness. "I am T'Lar High Priestess of Vulcan, who wishes to speak?" she asked "I S'Vek son of S'Vor. I speak for the group assembled before you." he said. "What brings you to Mount Seleya S'Vek son of S'Vor?" she asked. "I humbly request that the Fal-tor-pan be performed for my late sister's daughter." he said. "The Fal-tor-pan has not been performed for almost one hundred years. It's need requires a very stringent set of circumstances." she stated fact. "I believe that in her case that is so. She was revived from death after entrusting her Katra to another, by medical science beyond the Federation's reach. The process however has denied her access to her own memories, re-introducing her Katra I believe will allow her to continue her life." the scientist said to T'Lar. "Who is to receive the Fal-tor-pan?" The priestess inquired. "I am T'Larah daughter of V'Ara." Sullivan answered. "Who carries the Katra?" "I do, Chance Raschen son of Margaret." he replied. "Chance Raschen, you are not Vulcan, this is not your way. The Fal-tor-pan requires that I High Priestess T'Lar will mind-meld with you and T'Larah at the same time do you know what that means?" she asked. "That you are going to take away what T'Larah asked me to carry and give it back to her." he answered. "Yes, I will touch your mind in an effort to retrieve what T'Larah put there before she died. I have performed many mind melds over my two hundred earth years of life. Even in my hands mind melds are by their very nature, risky. This event even now has probably already shaped you. You may not go back to what you would consider normal. There is a possibility that you may still retain a small fraction of T'Larah's thoughts and memories, but this is the only way known to free you of this burden, it is also the only chance to give T'Larah her life back. Do you understand?" she asked after explaining the risk involved. "I understand the risks." he said thinking ~This is why I hate doing favors before I know what all is involved~ "Do you give consent to proceed with the Fal-tor-pan, knowing now what you do?" she asked. ~Hell of a time to ask~ he thought. then taking a deep breath and releasing it said "You have my consent." T'Lar wordlessly motioned to the twin slabs of carved kosjen, for each member. Once they were situated, she faced each person's feet, standing between the two altars. First she placed her weathered hand on Chance's forehead.. She reached out to Raschen's mind. Her structured logical mind a contrast to his passionate and comparably chaotic consciousness. Inside Chance's mind, a hurricane tossed the sailing ship Leviathan around like a bath-tub toy. Then suddenly the ship was in the eye of the storm and the privateer captain layed eyes on a figure that was seeking the pearl that the mermaid had given him. He walked over and opened a door and told her that it was in his cabin. Once she found T'Larah's Katra nestled in Chance's mind, she placed her other had on T'Larah's fore head and began the work of transferring it to T'Larah's head. (Reply none) (Posted by Charlie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Vulcan - Mount Seleya - Temple Grounds – ACEO Lt. T’Kron - 1436) Upon gaining entrance to the monastery grounds, S'Vek announced that they were on time and that the high priestess was approaching. T’Kron’s sharp ears could detect the ceremonial of bells being rung, advancing closer. Then S’Vek began explaining their duties to them. "Mister Raschen, you are known as the vessel. You have the most important task, as you carry T'Larah's Katra or Vulcan Soul. You will be asked questions pertaining to your lineage, as well as if you consent to go through with the Fal-tor-pan, or "Re-fusion". The high priestess will extract T'Larah's Katra, freeing you of it's burden, and giving it back to her. This is a process that may take several days, depending on how deeply rooted her Katra is. This will be very physically and mentally taxing for you. Are you prepared?" he asked. Lt. Raschen answered, "I am prepared." To T’Kron, he looked fatigued after the journey and he hoped the human would be able to accomplish his formidable task. ~But the human seems willing. There is much to be said for human determination.~ “What do my duties entail?” asked T’Kron. "Your role of honor guard is largely ceremonial, unless we have visitors. Your job is to ensure no one outside of the temple interrupts the ceremony as such an interruptions could cause irreparable damage to Mr. Raschen and T'Larah, politely and gently at first escalating force if needed to deter a violent interloper. Unfortunately you will not be allowed to sleep for the entire duration, along with myself. A light meditation is permitted between sessions, as long as one is able to act on anything that approaches. Failure, even without interruption will bring shame on one's family and lineage. Are you prepared?" he asked. “I am prepared,” answered T’Kron calmly. "Very well, T'Larah and I will remain on Vulcan after the ceremony as her re-education will need to be seen to. The two of you are welcome to return with me. We will be going to the Vulcan Science Academy. Rooms will be provided for you. This may take several weeks to a couple of months depending on the trauma caused to T'Larah. You of course Mr. Raschen are offered mental care if it proves too traumatic for you as well." Chance looked at T'Kron, then back to S'Vek and said, "Let us first complete this task." T’Kron said, “That is wisely spoken.” They made their way to a smallish circular area with steps down to a pair of altars, facing parallel to each other, about a meter apart. Both were made of a large deep purple kostjen crystal. Both stone structures were of a similar hue, close enough that one could reasonably assume that they had been carved from an even larger stone. The circular area was ringed on all sides by a grove of desert trees, a testament to the underground water source here. Eventually T’Lar, the older Vulcan high priestess arrived, carried in her litter, her seeming frailty masking what T’Kron knew was a highly tempered steely will and a formidable mind. Once the formalities had been honored, the risks were made plain to Lt. Raschen. He acquiesced to participate. T'Lar wordlessly motioned to the twin slabs of carved kosjen, one for Chance Raschen and the other for T’Larah Sullivan. Once they were situated, she faced each person's feet, standing between the two altars. First she placed her weathered hand on Chance's forehead seeking his pressure points. It was silent for a long time on the temple grounds. T’Kron could feel the power of the mindmeld, distanced as he was from the slabs of kosjen. The crystal amplified it, making it palpable, almost able to be physically touched. Its strength and immense power was nearly visible to the naked eye. T’Kron closed his eyes, and with such large powerful kosjen in the vicinity, he found he could watch very closely over T’Larah Sullivan, Chance Raschen and those gathered. Finally, in his mind’s eye, he saw T’Lar place her other hand on the forehead of T’Larah Sullivan. Forcing his eyes open, he carefully scanned the temple grounds, listening in the deep silence. There were no intruders, though he detected the faint sound of water bubbling and running. (Reply S’Vek, T’Lar, Chance Raschen, T’Larah Sullivan, Any) (Posted by Sheila) ===================================================================== (Earth - Edinburgh - Greyfriars Cemetery - Lt Cmndr Josh Caskie - Day 14 -1100) It had been a short drive from David and Elise's home to the cemetery. Given the choice they had chosen Greyfriars and Josh had agreed. Sitting in the car now with Iain, David and Elise, Josh looked out the window recognising all the places she known so well, but had not seen in oh so many years. There on her right was John Knox's house. She shook her head minimally as they passed it. She had always thought of him as a misogynist. His rant against women something she could never understand. Now on their left they were passing the brooding bulk of St Giles Cathedral. Josh had always enjoyed walking round that cool interior. Sometime during her hectic days at the University a quiet moment in there had kept her sane. The car turned to the left along George IV Bridge passed the libraries and took the harsh right turn at the statue of Greyfriars Bobby and through the gates into Greyfriars Kirk. As the car pulled to a halt Josh took Iain's arm and with David and Elise behind her followed the coffin into the church. She didn't expect many more people than the immediate family to be there since most of Donald friend were spread far and wide and she had done nothing to let them know. One service was enough she though. This final one would simply be a quiet one to lay to rest all of the ghosts. Stepping into the church she was taken aback. Row upon row of people sat there and began to stand up as Donald coffin passed between them. Stopping she was taken aback at the amount of people there. Iain quickly took her hand and grasped it tightly. "They wanted to come Mum, they were his friends too. Josh looked over the sea of people standing in the church and nodded to Iain. "Yes, they were." Ian grasped her hand and squeeze it. "Watching the coffin being carried down the aisle he turned to her. We need to move on now Mum." Josh squeezed his hand back and smiled at him nodding her head. "Yes Iain we do." Finally smiling Josh allowed Iain to lead her down the aisle and escort her into the front seat. (No reply needed) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Earth - Edinburgh - Greyfriars Church - Lt Cmndr Josh Caskie - Day 14 -1105) It was the same but different. Nearly twenty years ago now and very little had changed. Fair enough some people who were there the last time weren't here now. Josh's parents for example. She had lost both of them in the aftermath of Doenitz's civil war. Some of the Starfleet officers were different. There was an Admiral sitting behind her that Josh did not know. Sent as a mark of respect by the Fleet, Josh fully expected him to speak to her later and offer the usual platitudes that one offered at times like this. Some of the Starfleet officers were still the same however. Josh had seen Elsie Inglis as she had walked down the aisle. No longer the middle aged Lt that had been one of Donald's instructors at the Academy. but now a confident captain, her hair showing grey at the temples and now CO of her own medical ship. Josh wondered to herself if this was not perhaps the route she should take for her own future. The minister began his opening sermon and Josh shut him out. She had been here before a long time ago. It had meant something to her then. This time it didn't. This time she was here only because she felt that the only thing she could do for Donald now was to bring him home. She had managed a long talk with Iain privately last night and had told him everything. Even although the Fleet had classified everything to do with reclamation Josh had ignored them and told Iain all about it. He deserved to know what had happened to his father. He had simply hugged her and thanked her for bringing Donald home, mentioning in passing that he realised that she did not want to be here. Josh had smiled at him. He might look like a carbon copy of herself but he had always had his father's nature. Laid back, ready to accept anything and bend to whatever came his way. It had been one of the things she had always admired about Donald, since she herself tended to rail against what she could not change. As the opening chords of the 23rd Psalm began Josh stood up with everyone else although she did not sing, too wrapped up in her memories. The same but different. It seemed to keep coming back to this. Josh could remember the Memorial Service all those years ago. The same hymns, the same service almost and a minister who barely knew Donald spouting platitudes about his life. This time there was one difference however. This time instead of Memorial Service it was a funeral and instead of a picture sitting out front there was a casket. Josh had sat down along with everyone else and again had tuned out all of the eulogies. Standing up again when the organ began the first chords of "Abide With Me" Josh finally realised that Elise was crying quietly. Putting her arm around Elise's shoulder Josh tried to comfort her knowing all the while that no parent should ever have to bury their child. (No reply needed) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Earth - Edinburgh - Greyfriars Church - Lt Cmndr Josh Caskie - Day 14 -1125) Eventually the service was over and Iain and David stepped forward along with her brothers and Donald's best friend. Ignoring the antigrav pallet they simply hoisted his coffin onto their shoulders and began their slow steady march out of the kirk as the piper began playing The Flowers of the Forest." As the minister began his walk behind it Josh took Elise's arm and supported her through the long walk down the aisle. Stopping at the doors Josh began the huge round of greetings that she knew she had to endure. Her family had spread out behind her ready to help but Josh already knew that she could deal with this. Greeting those she knew by name and thanking everyone else she eventually escorted Elise to the gravesite. Again the minister began to intone his words and Josh again switched off. She gazed around and noticed that most of the people here looked like a convocation of crows. They were all dressed in the usual black with one or two people in dress uniforms. Josh herself had decided that day to wear her own dress uniform. Meg, on seeing it had pursed her lips in her own usual fashion, but before she could say anything Iain had surprisingly waylaid her and told her to back off. Telling her that mum was free to wear whatever she cared to and since his dad had died as a member of Starfleet, that mum wearing her uniform was entirely appropriate. "Ashes to ashes and in sure and certain knowledge of the resurrection." The final thing that the minister had to say. Josh almost laughed at that since she knew more than anyone else that their might be some sort of resurrection available. She watched as the coffin was lowered into it's grave and stood their as everyone again began to move past her, offering their sympathy once again but ready to move on all the same. It surprised her when someone came up and simply hugged her. Here was Kitty's entire family ready to pay there respects but hanging back. But Mama Fisher being Mama Fisher refused to leave without at least hugging Josh and Josh hugged her back. As they finally moved away it was only Josh, Iain, Elise and David left at the grave site. Josh knew that Elise would not leave until she did so she simply bent down and picked a white rose from one of the bouquets. Handing it to Elise Josh simply smiled and picked another one for herself. Wrapping her arm around Elise she smiled at her. "It's time for both of us to finally let go Elise. Dropping her rose on top of the casket she waited until Elise had done the same and then wrapped both her arms around her and guided her away. (No reply needed) (Posted by Marilyn) ===================================================================== (Runabout Fateful Explorer - aCOPs – Ensign Smith - Day 15 -  2332)   Robert looked at the young man sitting at the helm console and sighed to him self.   ~Why now of all the times had this had to happen now~   He moved forward and sat in the commander’s chair and looked at his younger brother.   “So let me get this strait okay.”   “So Aunty Croft is in trouble but instead of going to the fleet to get her out of trouble she called mum. Who in turn called you who contacted me and the soldier boy.”   Robert jerked a thumb at Kenneth who entered the cockpit carrying two cups of coffee. He had been checking the weapons they had stashed in the aft section.   “Yep.” Was his brothers only reply.   “So what’s she found that is so important that she has to paranoid about it.”   Robert took the cup Kenneth offered and sipped it.”   “She found ‘Free Radcal.”   Robert sprayed his coffee across the cockpit.   “You are kidding me. This some kind of a joke right, the ‘Free Radical is a myth, a legend. Most people think it’s not real.”   “Well she found it.”   “Bloody hell. That’s amazing.”   He paused for a moment.   “So why us? Why not call in a federation science team?”   Kenneth spoke up.   “She thinks there are a people trying to get the ‘Free Radical’ before she can get it to safety.”   Robert looked over to him.   “Who.”   Kenneth shrugged.   “Don’t know pirates, a secret faction of Admiral Doenitz. I don’t know.”   Robert shocked his head and looked back at the console which showed him the time to destination. He looked over to his younger brother.   “So Scott how come we got the runabout. If this is important why not Prometheus-class it’s a hell of a lot faster.”   Scott looked over at him.   “I could not get one in the time scale we had.”   Robert nodded and looked out of the forward window as they sped through high warp. Scott had the ears of the right people and if he said that he could not get it then it was not possible.   (reply any) (posted by Robbie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- End Compile ---------------------------------------------------------------------