The Captain's Cotillion - Compile 6 ========================= Mission: The Captain's Cotillion Day: 2 Stardate: 2414.4.11 ========================= (USS Rosenante - Captain's Ready Room – Adjutant General Marine Command – XO – COL Henry Smith – 0918) (USS Rosenante - Ready Room – CO- Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 2- 0922) ========================= (USS Rosenante - Captain's Ready Room – Adjutant General Marine Command – XO – COL Henry Smith – 0918) "Come in Colonel. Please have a seat. Feel free to help yourself to the replicator if you'd like." He said, gesturing to the replicator as he locked his display console and folded it down into the desk top. "Thanks for having me captain. I wish we were meeting under other circumstances." he replied, a tone of regret creeping into his voice. "And what circumstances are we meeting under exactly colonel?" Ahmed asked as the man settled into the chair across from him. “You seem to be a man who doesn’t beat around the bush, so I won’t. I’m here to take your First Officer away. Under Starfleet Order 537-42700-1270, Commander Sullivan’s Commission is forth with transferred to the Marines.” He said. He leaned forward and placed a PADD on the Captain’s desk. (Reply Salid, IYW) “I know how you feel. I’ve just been transferred to this job, and honestly I’ve been a field Marine for over 30 years. I know what it’s like to lose one of your best officers.” Hank empathized with the Starfleet Captain. (Reply Salid) “Well that’s part of the deal. Starfleet doesn’t give up her officers at the drop of a hat, but we lost a lot of good Marines in the past few years, especially in the Field Grade Officer ranks. Part of the agreement between the ‘Fleet and the Marines is that you were given quite a bit of leeway in determining exactly when this will happen. However it has to happen before the your next mission.” Smith explained. “Also on the same PADD are similar orders for a pilot that you have on board a Lieutenant Masters. He isn’t officially yours, and he was snatched up from his previous assignment to shuttle Lieutenant and Mrs. Jackson from the BUPRS error. He however was never officially assigned anywhere, I’ve remedied that. His transfer to the rank of Major is effective immediately. Either you can inform him or I can if you are too busy.” (Reply Salid) “That is sooner then I’d have imagined.” Smith admitted honestly. (Reply Salid) “BUPRS is not sending you a replacement for Commander Sullivan. You are to select and train one of your current officers. If they have not attended Line Officer School, then after your mission at your first occasion at Star Base, you send them to the appropriate schooling. If you won’t be available for the next 180 days, then you are to download the appropriate courses and send your officers via holodeck.” (Reply Salid) “What is the dress code for this Cotillion?” he inquired. (reply Salid) “That is fine, have Commander Sullivan show in her dress uniform. I have a program, also on the PADD I gave you, that will allow her to change uniforms on stage in front of everyone, with-out sacrificing her modesty and in an instant.” He said. (Reply Salid) “It involves Holo-technology and transporter technology. If you could have your Engineers install the holo-emitters on stage?” he requested. (Reply Salid) “Oh, your ship is already mostly holo-capable? Very well. When does the Cotillion start?” “Very well. I will be there.” He said. (Reply Salid) (Posted by Todd) ------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Ready Room – CO- Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 2- 0922) “You seem to be a man who doesn’t beat around the bush, so I won’t." Smith replied, "I’m here to take your First Officer away. Under Starfleet Order 537-42700-1270, Commander Sullivan’s Commission is forthwith transferred to the Marines.” He said as he leaned forward and placed a PADD on the Captain’s desk. Salid reached out and retrieved the display device and accessed it. He read the orders quite thoroughly, and despite the fact that he had a perfect memory, he took the time t read them a second time. He found that he didn't really learn anything knew as a result of the second reading, which was a little bit disappointing. "Well I have to give BUPERS credit, they really know how to mix things up at the worst possible time." Ahmed commented a bit acerbically. "I know how you feel. I’ve just been transferred to this job, and honestly I’ve been a field Marine for over 30 years. I know what it’s like to lose one of your best officers." Hank empathized. "When do these orders take effect, they seem to be open ended." Ahmed asked. "Well that’s part of the deal. Starfleet doesn’t give up her officers at the drop of a hat, but we lost a lot of good Marines in the past few years, especially in the Field Grade Officer ranks. Part of the agreement between the Fleet and the Marines is that you were given quite a bit of leeway in determining exactly when this will happen. However it has to happen before the your next mission.” Smith explained. “Also on the same PADD are similar orders for a pilot that you have on board, a Lieutenant Masters. He isn’t officially yours, and he was snatched up from his previous assignment to shuttle Lieutenant and Mrs. Jackson due to a BUPERS error. He, however, was never officially assigned anywhere, I’ve remedied that. His transfer to the rank of Major is effective immediately. Either you can inform him or I can if you are too busy." "We can complete the transfer of these two officers on 2414.04.14, that's three days from now. We have a Cotillion planned, and I'd like Commander Sullivan to be present." Ahmed decided with a nod. "You can have Masters report to you at your convenience. I'll have operations remove him from the flight roster." "That is sooner than I'd have imagined," Smith admitted with a bit of surprise creeping through into his voice. "When is my new First officer supposed to arrive?" Ahmed asked candidly. "BUPERS is not sending you a replacement for Commander Sullivan. You are to select and train one of your current officers. If they have not attended Line Officer School, then after your mission at your first occasion at Star Base, you send them to the appropriate schooling. If you won’t be available for the next 180 days, then you are to download the appropriate courses and send your officers via holodeck." Smith explained. "I am clear on the requirements for a Line Officer, Colonel, I'll see to the proper training of my new first officer. But thank you for the clarification." Ahmed stated evenly. "What is the dress code for this cotillion?" Smith asked, shifting gears. "Formal attire, civilian or uniform as desired." Ahmed replied, not sure where Smith's line of inquiry was headed. "That is fine, have Commander Sullivan show in her dress uniform. I have a program, also on the PADD I gave you that will allow her to change uniforms on stage in front of everyone, without sacrificing her modesty and in an instant." He replied, getting to the point. "You're certainly well prepared. May I ask how this works exactly?" Ahmed inquired as he scrolled through the code on the device. "It involves holo-technology and transporter technology. If you could have your engineers install the holoemitters on stage? he requested. "That won't be an issue, the Rosenante is equipped with Holotechnology throughout the ship. For the event we will be using a holographic orchestra and the engineering team is already working on the installation of those additional emitters." Ahmed explained. "Oh, your ship is already mostly holo-capable? Very well. When does the Cotillion start?" "Nineteen hundred hours." Ahmed answered. "Very well. I will be there." Smith confirmed. "Very well, colonel," Ahmed said as he transferred a copy of the orders to the ships computer, and the followed through with the transfer of the holoprogram, so that it could be swept for security issues before being installed. "I'll leave it to you to advise Commander Sullivan and Lieutenant Masters of their transfer to your command. In the meantime, enjoy your time aboard the Rosenante. If you find yourself in need of anything, let me know. Just steer clear of secured compartments." (reply Smith iyw, but not necessary) Daniel Greene ------------------------- ========================= Mission: The Captain's Cotillion Day: 5 Stardate: 2414.4.14 ========================= (USS Rosenante - Cargo Bays 1&2, CEO LCDR Steven Matrix - Day 5 - 1901) (USS Rosenante - Cargo Bays 1 & 2 - CO-Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 5 - 1929) (USS Rosenante - Cargo Bays 1&2 - ACEO Lt Eian O'Neill - Day 5 - 2110) (USS Rosenante - Cargo Bays 1 & 2 - CMO - Cmdr Jennifer (Josh) Caskie - Day 5 - 2133) (USS Rosenante - Cargo Bays 1 & 2 - 2O- CTAC Lt. sg Ben Soma - Day 5 - 2135) (USS Rosenante - Cargo Bays 1 & 2 – FO – Commander T’Larah Sullivan – 2137) (USS Rosenante - Cargo Bays 1 & 2 – 2O – CTAC Lt. sg Ben Soma – 2139) (USS Rosenante - Cargo Bays 1 & 2 –COPS – Lieutenant Tom Jackson– Day 5 2141) (USS Rosenante, Cargo Bays 1 & 2, Lt. Sanok, Day 5, 2145) (USS Rosenante, Cargo Bays 1 & 2, FO, Lt. Cmdr Ben Soma, Day 5, 2147) (USS Rosenante - Cargo Bays 1 & 2 - Adjutant General Marine Command - XO - COL Henry Smith - Day 5 - 2150) ========================= (USS Rosenante - Cargo Bays 1&2, CEO LCDR Steven Matrix - Day 5 - 1901) Lieutenant Commander Steven Matrix dressed in his formal uniform was draped by Alura Laren his long lost friend and romantic interest from many years ago. Due to circumstances beyond either's control they had lost track of one another when the USS Paladin was put out of action. The two tried to contact one another, but through a series of misfortunes, misinformation and bureaucracy it was assumed by both that the other had died. Matrix continued to inquire for any information on Alura from Star Fleet Command, other intergalactic organizations and private parties. The consulate office had stumbled upon a series of military evacuation manifests that listed Alura as a survivor and was assigned a transport back to Earth for medial treatment and rehabilitation. However, no one at the time referenced official channels so Matrix wasn't notified of Alura's whereabouts. That was all behind them now. Their evening together at Captain's Cotillion was wonderful. Alura met with a great many of Matrix's crewmates including most of the senior staff. Later in the evening Matrix and Alura managed to find a table to themselves and share old memories over a few drinks and dinner. Now the future seemed bright between the two of them, but what would be of Alura was still in question. (Reply None) (Posted by Steve) ------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Cargo Bays 1 & 2 - CO-Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 5 - 1929) "You know has well, as I that burden I carry will not remain secret forever, and that they will come for me. I just have to wonder is it better to be loved and forgotten than feared and respected." Jessica mused "Why not choose to be loved and respected. Feared will not reward you well in the end, ask every despot that ever ruled. In the end they all suffered. While those that were loved and respected have been remembered for eons." Ahmed answered. "If you want those things then you're going to have to fight a battle unlike any you've ever fought before. I didn't give you an easy way out, Jessica. You're going to have to suppress your demons and take control and responsibility for your actions and your life. You can't hide behind her any longer. Not if you want to live a normal life. Not if you want to end this the way it should be ended." he added. "Trust in your friends, but know that until you handle the aspect of yourself that is a threat to them, you'll never have their love or respect, all you'll have is their pity and their fear. I know you well enough to know that you want more than that." (reply Jessica) Daniel Greene -------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Cargo Bays 1&2 - ACEO Lt Eian O'Neill - Day 5 - 2110) "Very much, thank you Eian. I think it's a hit. Can I get you something to drink?" "Yes, Sir," Eian answered the Captain. "I'd love a Guinness. I haven't had one in a while. Is that something you can do?" (reply Salid) Eian grinned. "Thank you, Sir." He sat at the bar and examined the foaming Guinness in excited anticipation. He would wait for the foam to go down a bit, which wouldn't take very long, and then he'd have his first sip. He glanced around at the crowd and said, "I'm glad everyone seems to be enjoying it." Even as he said it, he knew it was incorrect. Everyone was not enjoying it--Jessica was quite visibly not enjoying it, and he knew that she wouldn't enjoy anything for quite a while, until she learned to suppress Lily. She was a prisoner in her own body. Eian knew exactly how helpless that could make a person feel. (reply Salid) (posted by Morgan G) ------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Cargo Bays 1 & 2 - CMO - Cmdr Jennifer (Josh) Caskie - Day 5 - 2133) Josh had been watching Ahmed since he left the bar and watched him walk around and greet various people, but it was obvious that his intended destination was the main stage. Smiling to herself she watched as he slipped expertly from one group to another only staying long enough to make each group feel that he was interested and concerned about them. It was a technique that she had used herself in sickbay as CMO and had expanded on during her time as FO on both the Rose and the Boudicca but finally watching it from outside, so to speak was extremely interesting. Once he reached the podium and began his speech Josh paid close attention although the raucous cheers, shouts and whistles tended to give her another one of her headaches that had become more and more frequent recently. She smiled as her own staffed cheered her commendation and nodded towards them and grinned at them in thanks. Turning back towards Mike she shook her head. " I basically did nothing. You deserve that commendation more than I do. You did a lot more than I did." (Reply Mike iyw) As finally Ahmed gave up the stage to the FO and the Marine Commander Josh settled back to listen to what they had to say. (Reply Sullivan and Smith) (posted by Marilyn) ------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Cargo Bays 1 & 2 - 2O- CTAC Lt. sg Ben Soma - Day 5 - 2135) After the Captain announcing commendations Ben and Marah joined in with the others as they cheered, then Salid announced commendations for him and Sanok for their leadership. Ben cheered for Sanok while Marah cheered for him as well as giving him a peck on the cheek. "I didn't do anything special." Ben told her. "I just did my duty." "That's your problem Ben." Marah said. "Failure to accept praise." "You may be right." Ben said in an effort to curve a future debate. "Your Captain saw fit to recognize what you did, why can't you?" She asked. ~So much for curving the debate.~ "Guess I just see things a little differently others dear." He joked stepping behind her so he could wrap his arms around her. "I did what I had to and wouldn't change anything if I could do it over." "Your too modest." She said. "Everyone knows it except you." "That's why you love me." Ben said kissing her cheek. "I'm selfless." "Hmmmmm." She mumbled. "One of the many reasons I love you." Salid then turned the stage over to Commander Sulivan and the Colonel, the crowd grew silent as they approached the stage and made their way to the center picking up the mikes. Ben squeezed Marah a little tighter and she settled into his arms. "I'm glad you came back to me Ben." She said quietly. "Me too." He answered. (reply any) (posted by Milo Young) ------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Cargo Bays 1 & 2 – FO – Commander T’Larah Sullivan – 2137) T’Larah took the microphone from the Captain, and stood behind the podium. The Marine Colonel was standing to the left in a form of parade rest. Waiting for his part in the proceedings. “Greetings Colonel Smith, Captain Salid, friends, officers and crew of the Rosenante. I’d like to take this time to speak to you before we continue. I’ve served as your First Officer for some time now. I’ve seen some of you grow from green Ensigns Junior Grade to fine officers and Lieutenants capable of leading crew in unfamiliar situations, diplomatic missions, first contacts and even ship to ship and ground combat. You’ve stood with me, through the good, and the bad. Today I am leaving the Rosenante because of orders from Starfleet. It seems I am needed in the Marines. I am truly proud of this crew I have had the privilege of serving with and I sincerely hope that our paths cross in the future. “ She said. Her face was the usual stoic mask, but her insides were swirling like a gaseous nebula. “A universal truth is that nature abhors a vacuum. Since Star Fleet didn’t send a replacement for me, that means that we get to pick a worthy soul from among our ranks.” She announced. “Lieutenant Soma… Post.” (Reply Lt Soma) As Soma settled into place T’Larah looked to the Captain for the silent word. Which was given. She ‘published the orders’ “Attention to Orders.” She announced. The announcement was the more formal way of promotion. While generally not used by modern Starfleet, many didn’t use it. This was evident by the crowd not knowing exactly what to do, until they noticed some of the ‘old timers’ and those in the know move to the position of attention. “Star Fleet has reposed special trust and confidence in the valor, fidelity and professional excellence of Ben Soma. In view of these qualities and demonstrated leadership potential. He is there for promoted to Lieutenant Commander with effective date and date of rank of Stardate 2414.04.14, Signed Ahmed Ibn Salid, Captain, Starfleet.” She then walked with facing movements to directly in front of Ben carrying a wooden box in her left hand. She opened the box ceremoniously and turned the box at lower chest level and presented it to him. Once he accepted the box his uniform holographically changed to show the new insignia. “Congratulations, Commander.” T’Larah said offering her hand to shake. NRPG: I realize many Vulcans don’t do contact greetings, but some do, T’Larah is one of them. She reserves the greetings for friends and good colleagues. (Reply Lt Cmdr Soma) “She has a fine crew. Serve them well.” He told him. (Reply Lt Cmdr Soma) “Now for the last step.” She said and took her place next to Soma. “Computer, transfer Command Functions, First Officer USS Rosenante to Lieutenant Commander Ben Soma. Authorization Sullivan Kappa-Gamma-two-three-seven.” [Does Lt Cmdr Soma concur?] the computer chirped. (Reply Soma) “The First Officer has the floor. She said indicating the podium.” (Reply Soma, any) (Posted by Todd) ------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Cargo Bays 1 & 2 – 2O – CTAC Lt. sg Ben Soma – 2139) Ben listened intently as Commander Sullivan began to speak, the crowd was silent now after all the cheering had died down. All eyes in the room were turned towards the stage to see what the Rose's first officer had to say. “Greetings Colonel Smith, Captain Salid, friends, officers and crew of the Rosenante. I’d like to take this time to speak to you before we continue. I’ve served as your First Officer for some time now. I’ve seen some of you grow from green Ensigns Junior Grade to fine officers and Lieutenants capable of leading crew in unfamiliar situations, diplomatic missions, first contacts and even ship to ship and ground combat. You’ve stood with me, through the good, and the bad. Today I am leaving the Rosenante because of orders from Starfleet. It seems I am needed in the Marines. I am truly proud of this crew I have had the privilege of serving with and I sincerely hope that our paths cross in the future. “ She said. It was surprising news, Commander Sulivan had been recalled from the Rosenante to serve in the Marine corps. Her praise of the crew was also somewhat of a surprise, Vulcan's didn't usually offer such praise under any circumstance. Marah glanced back at him stunned. “A universal truth is that nature abhors a vacuum. Since Star Fleet didn’t send a replacement for me, that means that we get to pick a worthy soul from among our ranks.” She announced. “Lieutenant Soma… Post.” Ben released his hold on Marah and approached the stage, stepping on the the podium his tuxedo was replaced by a dress uniform displaying all his awards including the one Captain Salid just issued to him. He contiuned along until he was front and center standing before Sulivan who glanced at the Captain before continuing. “Attention to Orders.” She announced. “Star Fleet has reposed special trust and confidence in the valor, fidelity and professional excellence of Ben Soma. In view of these qualities and demonstrated leadership potential. He is there for promoted to Lieutenant Commander with effective date and date of rank of Stardate 2414.04.14, Signed Ahmed Ibn Salid, Captain, Starfleet.” She then walked with facing movements to directly in front of Ben carrying a wooden box in her left hand. She opened the box ceremoniously and turned the box at lower chest level and presented it to him. Once he accepted the box his uniform holographically changed to show the new insignia. Ben took a moment to let the promotion sink in, it had come sooner than he had though. “Congratulations, Commander.” T’Larah said offering her hand to shake. Ben accepted T'Larah's hand and shoke it, Vulcan's didn't usually do that. Ben learned a long time ago that Vulcan's avoided contact with others whenever possible, even Sanok didn't like being touched so Ben did his best to avoid touching him. "Thank you Commander." Ben said. “She has a fine crew. Serve them well.” She told him. "I'll do my best." He replied. “Now for the last step.” She said and took her place next to Soma. “Computer, transfer Command Functions, First Officer USS Rosenante to Lieutenant Commander Ben Soma. Authorization Sullivan Kappa-Gamma-two-three-seven.” [Does Lt Cmdr Soma concur?] the computer chirped. It was almost overwhelming, just about a year ago he came on board the Rosenante as a lost officer unsure of his future. He became a part of her crew and now called her home, he had been promoted and appointed as CTAC/SEC and then Captain Salid appointed him as second officer and now this. How things can change in a short time. "Lieutenant Commander Soma concurs." Ben stated. [Command functions transferred from Commander Sulivan to Lt Cmdr Soma] the computer informed them. “The First Officer has the floor." She said indicating the podium. Ben picked up a mike not sure of how to proceed. "Thank you Commander Sulivan." He said. "It's been both an honor and a privilege serving with you." Ben looked out over the crowd. These people were his friends, colleagues, people he depended on and looked up to. Now he was assuming a new role, he'd be the one everyone looked to for advice and instruction. He was proud, excited and scared all at the same time." "Captain Salid," He continued turning towards his CO. "I thank you for the confidence and the faith you have in me. I'll do my best to see that neither has been misplaced." Ben then turned back to face the crowd. "To the crew of the Rosenante." He said. "I've never served with a finer crew, your dedication and diligence is exemplary. You welcomed me as one of your own and helped make the Rosenante my home, for that I can't thank you enough. It's been an honor serving with you all and I'm proud to become your first officer. Commander Sulivan is leaving me with some pretty big shoes to fill but I'll strive to fill them to the best of my ability." Ben wasn't much of a public speaker but that was something he was going to have to work on. "I'm sure Colonel Smith would like to say a few words." He said turning towards Smith offering the mike. "Colonel." After Smith had taken the mike Ben returned to the crowd, his uniform disappeared replaced by his tux once again as he stepped off the stage. As he made his way through the crowd everyone congratulated him, slapped him on the back or shook his hand. He eventually returned to Marah who wrapped her arms around him, a big smile on her face. "I'm proud of you Ben." She said and kissed him. "Thanks Marah." He replied. "Your support has helped me through many tough times." He turned back to face the podium as Smith began to speak. (reply Smith, any) (posted by Milo Young) -------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Cargo Bays 1 & 2 –COPS – Lieutenant Tom Jackson– Day 5 2141) Tom Jackson watched as his friend Ben Soma approached the stage. As Cmdr Sullivan read the orders making Ben Soma the new first officer, several emotions ran through Jackson. There was of course the pride that a good friend had been promoted. There was also sadness as well. Tom had also been a first officer and a LT. Comdr. He silently cursed his Ferengi step-dad for what had to be the millionth time. His infernal meddling had cost Tom much. He had been reduced to his permanent grade of senior lieutenant and stripped of his First Officer's slot on the Boudicca. Tom Jackson was a man who did not like to eat crow. So far no one had said much to him other than to welcome him back. Then and there Tom Jackson made a silent vow to avenge his shame. He would for now bide his time. His mom had begged him to make peace with Pez. Tom remained silent and simply had told mom the twins we're due soon and they would send her pictures. Tom returned his attention to the proceedings. (Reply: None) (Posted by: Bill W) ------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Cargo Bays 1 & 2, Lt. Sanok, Day 5, 2145) After the announcement that Commander Sullivan was being transferred to the marines, her replacement was named. Learning that it was Ben, made Sanok feel proud inside. Normally, he would do an internal meditation technique to push away any feelings, but this time, he did not. He enjoyed it for everything it was. When Ben came down from the stage, he was surrounded by members of the crew congratulating him. The last was Marah, who showed her affections. When things had settled, Sanok approached his friend. Sanok and Ben looked at each other, neither saying anything for a few moments, until Sanok broke the silence. "It is an honor to serve in Starfleet with you as the First Officer of the ship to which I am assigned." (reply Soma, Marah) (posted by Bob B.) -------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Cargo Bays 1 & 2, FO, Lt. Cmdr Ben Soma, Day 5, 2147) From the corner of his eye Ben saw someone moving towards him through the crowd, glancing at the approaching person he saw it was Sanok. No doubt his friend was coming to congratulate him, Ben was certain he saw something different in Sanok's face. His friend was almost smiling and he was making no attempt to hide it. They just looked at each other for a moment before Sanok broke the silence. "It is an honor to serve in Starfleet with you as the First Officer of the ship to which I am assigned." Ben smiled. "Thanks Sanok, that means a lot to me." "It's nice to see he's shedding his modesty." Marah said. "You should have heard him after Captain Salid gave him the commendation, he said he didn't do anything special." Just then Smith began his speech and the crowd turned their attention to him. (no reply necessary) (posted by Milo Young) ------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Cargo Bays 1 & 2 - Adjutant General Marine Command - XO - COL Henry Smith - Day 5 - 2150) "I'm sure Colonel Smith would like to say a few words." He said turning towards Smith offering the Microphone. "Colonel." “Thank you Commander.” He said stepping forward and taking the offered device from the Rosenante’s new First Officer. “Thank you Captain Salid and First Officer Soma for this opportunity to speak in-front of this assembled distinguished crew. Ever since Humans and most other sentient species with a rocky start began making tools and found a way to travel on the waves of their origin they’ve needed specialized soldiers to fight and defend their crew and sometimes there very way of life. That necessity continues to today, even though the oceans and seas that we travel on have changed, the need for good Marines has not. Starfleet’s mission has always been one of piece, but sometimes other cultures don’t see it that way. We marines stand ready to do violence on behalf of a peaceful Federation of Societies and Peoples. There has always been a place for good officers to lead those Marines. Traditionally it is said that Marines should be ready to fight at a moment’s notice, and their Commanding Officer should hold the reigns of those Marines to ensure that they don’t get out of hand. Marine FORSCOM thought there would be no better person to hold those reigns then Commander Sullivan.” Hank said. “Commander Sullivan, Post.” He said after executing an about face. Sullivan walked precisely to her spot to steps in front of the Colonel. “By order number Five-Three-Seven-four-two-seven hundred-twelve-seventy Commander Sullivan your Commission is transferred to the Starfleet Marine Expeditionary Force. With rank of Lieutenant Colonel, effective Stardate 2414.4.14. Your time in-grade is cumulative. Signed by the President of the United Federation of Planets.” He finished publishing the orders. As he was reading the orders he took the brass-tipped wooden baton from under his arm. He brought the brass tip up and tapped her on each shoulder. Once left, right then left again, he finished the third tap at the end of the orders. He made a show of drawing back to strike harder, but that was for theatrics. In that instant the Starfleet uniform she was wearing cracked and shattered into a thousand pieces and dropped to the stage floor revealing a Marine uniform underneath, as if it had been there all along. “Ooo-rah.” The Colonel said. “Thank you, everyone for your attention to this solemn ceremony. Captain Salid would you like to say a few words?” Hank Offered. (Reply Salid, any IYW) (Posted by Todd) ------------------------- ========================= Mission: The Captain's Cotillion Day: 6 Stardate: 2414.4.15 ========================= (USS Rosenante - Cargo Bays 1&2, CEO LCDR Steven Matrix - Day 6 - 0312) (USS Rosenante, Gymnasium, Day 6, Lt. Sanok, 0455) (USS Rosenante, Gymnasium, CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid, Day 6, 0457) (Uss Rosenante - Sick Bay - LCDR Steven Matrix CEO - Day 6 0630) (USS Rosenante - Sick Bay - Private Ward - MO - Lt (sg) Kitty Fisher - Day 6 - 0633) (USS Rosenante - Sick Bay - Private Ward - Marah Neru - Day 6 - 0636) (USS Rosenante - Sick Bay - CMO's Office - CMO - Cmdr Jennifer (Josh) Caskie - Day 6 - 0640) (USS Rosenante, Personal Quarters – aCSO Lt jg Viskhard & SecO Ensign Blake Turner - 0645) (USS Rosenante - Sick Bay - COUNS Parker Davis & Lt Tayla Fraiser - Day 6 - 0647) (USS Rosenante - Sick Bay - CO- Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 6 - 0650) (USS Rosenante - Sickbay - COUNS Parker Davis - Day 6 - 0652) (USS Rosenante, Temporary Guest Quarters - Lt. Nayeli - 0700) (USS Rosenante, Sickbay, Lt. Tayla Fraiser and Lt. Sanok, Day 6, 0937) (USS Rosenante, CSO's office - aCSO Lt jg Viskhard - 1200) (IKV maQmIgh, Off USS Rosenante's Port Bow, Day 6, tlha'nISta', 1306) (IKV maQmIgh, Off USS Rosenante's Port Bow, Day 6, tlha'nISta', 1307) (USS Rosenante - Bridge - CO-Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 6 - 1309) (IKV maQmIgh - Cockpit - ra'wI' tlha'nISta' - Day 6 - 1310) (IKV maQmIgh - Cockpit - CSO - ra'wI' tlha'nISta' - Day 6 - 1311) (USS Rosenante - Bridge - CO-Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 6 - 1312) (IKV maQmIgh - Cockpit - CSO - ra'wI' tlha'nISta' - Day 6 - 1313, 1317) (USS Rosenante - Bridge - CO-Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 6 - 1314) (USS Rosenanté, Deck 13, Shuttle bay 3, Lt. Sanok, Day 6, 1318) (USS Rosenante - Deck 13/Shuttlebay 3 - ra'wI' tlha'nISta' - Day 6, 1319) (USS Rosenante, Deck 13, Shuttle Bay 3, Lt. Sanok, Day 6, 1320, 1325) (USS Rosenante, Deck 13/Shuttlebay 3, ra’wI’ tlha’nISta’, Day 6, 1321, 1326) (USS Rosenante- Deck 13/Shuttlebay 3- Strat Ops/Quartermaster- LT Chance Raschen- 1322) (Uss rosenante Sick bay Dahlia jackson Day 6 1833) (USS Rosenante - Viskhard's Quarters – aCSO Lt jg Viskhard & SecO Ensign Blake Turner - 1932) ========================= (USS Rosenante - Cargo Bays 1&2, CEO LCDR Steven Matrix - Day 6 - 0312) The festivities ended hours ago, but Matrix and Alura hardly noticed the time. The holodeck simulation was still running for their benefit. The wait staff and band were working tirelessly. "So what's next?" asked Alura. "What do you mean, between us?" replied Matrix. "Yes silly…with us? Its only been a few hours and I feel we picked up where we left off. I don't want this to end or do I want to lose you again." said Alura as she leaned over the table closer to Matrix and took his hand. "I don't want to lose you again either. We have so much to talk about. How long is your leave?" Matrix asked. "I have a few weeks before I have to report back to Star Fleet actually. My new assignment hasn't come in yet. I've put in at Star Fleet engineering, propulsion research assistant. I know Dr. Anthony Quick there and he needs some additional help. I hope my experience in the fleet would get my foot in the door. Dr. Quick said he would see about getting me assigned there. I know you've got a career here on the Rosenante, but would you consider coming back with me?" asked Alura. Matrix was surprised by her suggestion. "I…I don't know. I hadn't even thought about that. I suppose I could, but really I just got promoted and have been the CEO aboard the Rose for a relatively short period. We're really understaffed…I don't think it would be a good idea for me to ask for a transfer. I…" replied Matrix. "Its okay, I don't expect you to know the answer to that. I was just curious if you're open to that idea." replied Alura. Matrix smiled, "I suppose I am, but we got have our career goals. I've moved up in rank here and would like to continue. I hope to make it on the command staff someday." "That I have no doubt. I believe your Captain was a chief engineer at one point." said Alura. "Would you consider serving aboard the Rose?" asked Matrix. "I've actually thought about that and no. I couldn't work with you side by side…I would be too worried about you on away missions, etc. I couldn't do my job effectively." said Alura. "It would pose some issues between us. I feel the same way." replied Matrix. Alura noticed the time. "Its after 3am! Wow. I'm not tired, but I'm very hungry…can we find breakfast aboard this ship of yours?" Matrix smiled, "I know just the place…we can talk some more…quietly. Follow me." (Reply None) (Posted by Steve) ------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Gymnasium, Day 6, Lt. Sanok, 0455) Knowing that Captain Salid began his day early by working out in the gymnasium, Sanok chose that time to speak with him about what happened with Fraiser and Lily. It was likely they would be alone, and Sanok would not be interrupting the captain's breakfast. Entering the gym, he made sure it was empty, which it was. A few minutes later, the door opened and the captain entered. "Good morning, sir," said Sanok. After the pleasantries, Sanok got right to why he was there. "At the cotillion, Lieutenant Fraiser approached me about something that had happened, something that frightened her. "Several days ago, some of the female crew had a social gathering in the holodeck. At that time, Fraiser inadvertently made empathic contact with Ensign Signos, which led to her sensing Lily's presence. Fraiser told me she didn't know who Lily was, but she was dark, and her presence frightened her. She did not elaborate, but I discerned that she knows about the terrible things Lily has done. "Last night, after the cotillion, Fraiser lost control and attacked Counselor Davis. She ended up in sickbay, sedated and retrained. I revoked all her access codes as a precaution. She is there now. The full story will not be known until Fraiser regains consciousness." Sanok paused. "Captain, I do not wish to belabor the point, but Signos and Lily are proving they are a danger to the ship and crew. Also, more people are learning of Lily's existence. We may not be able to contain this much longer." Sanok knew he was treading on touchy ground, but as Chief of Security, it was his duty to tell the captain his views on such matters. He stood quietly, his hands behind his back, waiting for Salid to respond. (reply Salid) (posted by Bob B.) -------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Gymnasium, CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid, Day 6, 0457) Ahmed had risen a little earlier than usual, so that he could take a few moments to look at some of the preliminary reports coming in from Stellar cartography concerning their current sector. he was going to have a meeting with them later today to get a more personal feedback on their recommendations, but for now he was looking forward to his morning exercise. He was surprised and to be truthful a little disappointed to find Sanok apparently waiting for him to arrive. "Good morning Sir." Sanok greeted him. "Good morning Lieutenant, how can I help you?" he asked. "At the cotillion, Lieutenant Fraiser approached me about something that had happened, something that frightened her." Sanok began. "Several days ago, some of the female crew had a social gathering in the holodeck. At that time, Fraiser inadvertently made empathic contact with Ensign Signos, which led to her sensing Lily's presence. Fraiser told me she didn't know who Lily was, but she was dark, and her presence frightened her. She did not elaborate, but I discerned that she knows about the terrible things Lily has done. "Last night, after the cotillion, Fraiser lost control and attacked Counselor Davis. She ended up in sickbay, sedated and retrained. I revoked all her access codes as a precaution. She is there now. The full story will not be known until Fraiser regains consciousness." Sanok paused. "Captain, I do not wish to belabor the point, but Signos and Lily are proving they are a danger to the ship and crew. Also, more people are learning of Lily's existence. We may not be able to contain this much longer." Ahmed frowned. It was something that he didn't do very often, especially early in the morning, but Sanok was correct. If there was any indication that Lily or Jessica was intentionally threatening the safety of any of the ship's crew they would have to act more concretely. "Keep Signos under surveillance until we can determine exactly what happened to Fraiser. I don't want to jump to conclusions, especially since Jessica's initial scans indicate that she possesses no telepathic abilities. It may be that Lieutenant Fraiser may be responsible for what happened although probably indirectly and most likely innocently. Still we need to take precautions. Limit Jessica's critical systems access codes for the moment, move her into a non critical task for the time being. I'll readdress our measures once I have spoken with Fraiser and we get this ironed out." (reply Salid) Daniel Greene ------------------------- (Uss Rosenante - Sick Bay - LCDR Steven Matrix CEO - Day 6 0630) "Hi Steve. Good to see you old friend" Tom said. "Hi Tom. How are you holding up? I hope you have some cigars at the ready." Matrix said with a smile. "Man oh man. I'd rather face Jem Nedar warriors than this " Tom said. "I know, but you have to remember. We have the best medical staff in the fleet and she's fine. No worries. Soon you'll be bouncing that little baby on your knee and holding Dahila and your little one very soon." said Matrix. (Reply Chance IYW, Jackson) Matrix had a thought, "How about after this is all over with and your baby and Dahila are resting we get you over to have a few drinks and celebrate, unwind a bit?" asked Matrix. (Reply Chance IYW, Jackson) "Oh come on…Dahila wouldn't want you to worry and I promise I'll have you back in time for you next shift." said Matrix with a big grin on his face. (Reply Chance IYW, Jackson) (Posted by Steve) ------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Sick Bay - Private Ward - MO - Lt (sg) Kitty Fisher - Day 6 - 0633) Kitty had slipped away from Dahlia's room for a while to brief Josh on what had happened with Tayla and having given Josh as much as she was allowed to tell her had made her way back to Dahlia's room. Walking towards the room she noticed that Charlie and Steve had turned up to keep Tom company outside the room and whilst Kitty knew that Josh might not be happy to see them cluttering up her Sickbay, Kitty as a midwifery nurse had far more experience in this field that Josh and she was quite happy to see them there. Since if they were keeping Tom busy he had less chance of getting in her way. Kitty was old fashioned when it came to delivering babies to be honest. She didn't think that any father belonged in a delivery suite. All they did was disrupt the routine, ask silly questions and generally get in the way, so the longer they stayed away the better it suited Kitty to be honest. Walking back into the room she smiled at everyone. "Ok ladies how are we doing?" Checking Dahlia's stats on the board above her head Kitty grinned. "Ok then Dahlia, time to give you something for the pain I think. Not anything to strong since we don't want to have it pass to the twins, but enough I think to take the severe edge off the pain. Turning she gave an order to one of the nurses to give Dahlia a short term pain hypo and turning to Dahlia and reading the monitor over her head she smiled. Not too long now I think. Less than an hour and you will be holding your twins. Keep that thought in your mind. That is what you need to concentrate on at present, ok." (Reply Dahlia, Marah, anyone) (Posted by Marilyn) ------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Sick Bay - Private Ward - Marah Neru - Day 6 - 0636) After Tom got some company he stopped hovering, he also got a lecture which helped him settle down a little too. Marah knew he was nervous and she felt for him, after all his wife was lying on a bed writhing and screaming in pain and there was nothing he could do about it. She pictured Ben in the same situation, pacing the floor not knowing what to do and feeling completely useless. The medical staff would probably have to throw him out of sickbay to keep him quiet. She squeezed Dahlia's hand as she used a cloth to wipe the sweat from her friends forehead. "Hang in there Dahlia." She said. "The worst will be over soon." She looked up as Kitty came in. "Ok ladies how are we doing?" Checking Dahlia's stats on the board above her head Kitty grinned. "Ok then Dahlia, time to give you something for the pain I think. Not anything to strong since we don't want to have it pass to the twins, but enough I think to take the severe edge off the pain. Turning she gave an order to one of the nurses to give Dahlia a short term pain hypo and turning to Dahlia and reading the monitor over her head she smiled. Not too long now I think. Less than an hour and you will be holding your twins. Keep that thought in your mind. That is what you need to concentrate on at present, ok." Marah smiled at Kitty. "I think she's she's doing well." Marah said. "Better then some I've seen, she hasn't resorted to throwing things or hitting anyone yet." She joked hoping the humor would help her friend forget the pain for a moment while the drugs did their thing. (reply Dahlia, Kitty, any present) (posted by Milo Young) -------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Sick Bay - CMO's Office - CMO - Cmdr Jennifer (Josh) Caskie - Day 6 - 0640) Josh to be honest was confused. She had listened to Kitty's very brief update on what had happened regarding Tayla and she had now heard from Tayla herself and nothing she had heard from either of them had made much sense. Kitty had quickly updated her regarding Tayla on her way to help deliver the Jackson twins but Josh, after talking to Tayla herself was to be honest more confused that ever. Tayla was convinced that Jessica and someone called Lily was behind her aberrant behavior and whilst Josh wasn't still convinced about this Kitty and Parker whilst seeming to co-operate with Josh hadn't really answered any of her questions. That drove Josh crazy and Josh as CMO was not going to let that happen. She needed to talk to Kitty but since she was busy delivering the Jackson twins Josh wasn't about to bother her. However her eyes settled on someone else who came out of Tayla's room, picked up a bag and was about to enter the room. "Mr Parker might I have a word with you when you are free please," (reply Parker) (Posted by Marilyn) ------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Personal Quarters – aCSO Lt jg Viskhard & SecO Ensign Blake Turner - 0645) Opening her eyes slowly, Blake soon realised that she was still on the couch but alone. Fear ran through her as she sat up quickly, pulling a blanket around her. Suddenly, a smell hit her nose. Coffee. Turning, she spotted Viskhard at the replicator. Standing, she walked to his side, snaked her arms around his waist and said, "Good morning." Visk stopped what he was doing long enough to lift her hand and briefly kiss the back of it before occupying his hands again with the eggs he was whipping up. "Good morning," he spoke with a smile, "Did you sleep well?" Smiling, she said, "Oh yes. I slept like a baby." Visk smiled, that particular saying was rather counter intuitive. "As a matter of fact, I think you slept much better than that. I seem to recall my youngest siblings crying half the night." She hit him playfully and said, "You know exactly what I meant." Grinning she moved away from him a little to watch him work. Visk laughed, he hadn't felt this relaxed in years. "Are you hungry? The coffee is ready, that same blend we shared the other evening and I will probably have the eggs ready shortly." "Smells great. Then I shall go and get dressed." She leant up and kissed him, softly on the cheek and then walked into the bedroom to change into her uniform. As she pulled on her clothes, she couldn't help but smile. The night had been amazing, satisfying and totally romantic. Fixing her combadge to the shirt, she walked out and said, "So, are you free tonight?" Visk took a second to think as he reached for a pepper shaker, "I had nothing specific planned, studying was probably going to be my major issue, but I can do that any night. Why?" She sat down at the small table in the living area and picked up a cup of the coffee. Taking a sip, she savoured the taste of the roasted beans and then replied, "Well, I was thinking that you've seen my quarters twice now and I haven't been into the inner sanctum...... Fancy cooking a girl dinner?" "Ah," Visk smiled a little, "that would mean cleaning up the bachelor pad! But for a pretty woman like yourself, I think I could manage." He sat across from Blake after sliding a plate of eggs and toast in front of her, "I hope this is a suitable indication of what dinner might entail." Blake grinned as she placed the fork with some egg into her mouth. Closing her eyes, she said, "Oh my word, this is amazing. Do you cook often?" Visk nodded, "I do enjoy cooking from time to time, though it's not a serious passtime for me - it's the eating part that I like best!" Smiling, she replied, "If this is a taster of things to come then I cannot wait for dinner." "When would you like to arrive?" Visk sipped his own coffee, a naturally sweetish blend that had undertones of a Denobulan plant similar to the Earth 'french vanilla bean'. Blake thought for a moment and then said, "Well, my shift finishes at 1700 so shall we say 19:30?" Visk nodded, "I'll be able to stop by the hydroponics bay and have something on the go when you arrive." Visk was vague about what he'd make but his mind was already wondering about several things - what kind of salad, what protein would be good, how to add a splash of colour and what herbs he should get. Blake nodded and said, "Then it's a date." she paused and then said, "I hope that's okay?" The word 'date' momentarily made his heart jump in a funny manner and Visk swallowed his egg almost too quickly. He took a gulp of the coffee to help the large lump down and blinked - his eyes watering momentarily. However, he managed to regain his composure very quickly. He was committed to being a new, more open man. "Do you want me to bring anything?" Visk, at his ease once again responded, "Bring yourself." He grinned at Blake impishly. Smiling widely, she replied, "Well of course. But seriously?" He laughed again, "If you really want to bring something, bring your favourite wine." Finishing the breakfast in front of her, she said, "Now that I can do." Standing, she walked to the window with her coffee and sighed. This was new territory for her, a new way of doing things. Most of the men she had been with barely stayed for breakfast let alone a second date. Visk saw the whistful, melancholy look on Blake's face and instinctively knew that there was more here than could be seen. He inquired gently, "Is everything alright?" She turned and smiled, "Yeah, everything is fine. I just wish I could stay here for a while but duty calls." Visk nodded, "I'll have to go and get changed myself before going to the office. I can clean up here before I head off. My shift starts half an hour after yours I think. You go and I'll see you for supper." She walked towards him, placing her cup on the table. Holding out her hand, she said, "Perhaps, before I go, you could give me something to put a smile on my face?" Visk smiled softly and put on his best knighthood accent, "But of course m'lady." He took her hand and stepped towards her, looking into her eyes the whole way before placing a soft, generous kiss to her lips. Blake placed her arms around Viskhard's neck gently and returned the kiss. Pulling him close, she wished that they could stay there forever but she also knew that wasn't possible. Pulling away, she looked into his eyes that sparkled royal blue and said, "If that is also a taste of things to come tonight then I cannot wait!" Visk brushed her hair back and said vaguely, "It very well might be, I wish we didn't have to work though." Smiling, Blake walked to the door and said, "Oh I wish I could stay but duty tells me I must take my leave. That and, if I did stay, I don't think my couch could stand it!" she laughed heartily. He laughed as he placed the last of the dishes in the reclamator before he jokingly strolled to the couch, checking the legs, "I'm sure we could find alternatives if the couch gives out." He winked at her as she stood there before walking over to the door himself and grabbing the small pile he'd made during the night. They walked out the door together and Visk stopped to watch her saunter down the hall before turning aside to head back to his own abode to change and head to his post. (reply none) (posted by Lori and Jackie) -------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Sick Bay - COUNS Parker Davis & Lt Tayla Fraiser - Day 6 - 0647) Parker entered Tayla's private room slowly, carrying a tray with her favorite breakfast on it. He smiled and nodded to it. "Hey there. Feel like breakfast?" She looked up and, struggling a little, pulling the blanket around her, "Yes, thankyou. Did you bring some clothes for me as well?" "Oh, um..." he looked behind him, "So that's what that bag was. Hang on, I'll go get them." He left the tray and returned a moment later with a flat, square bag. He handed it to her and then stood by. "How are you feeling?" "I'll feel better once I can get some clothes on." she replied taking the bag from him. Looking at him, quizzically, she asked, "Would you mind turning round whilst I get dressed?" He frowned, his expression hurt. But he did so without question. "Did you get a good night's sleep?" he asked, recognizing that they were basically talking about 'the weather' at the moment because she wasn't willing to give him any real answers. She pulled on the coveralls quickly and said, "If you count being knocked out by Kitty, then yes. You can turn round now." "I don't think Kitty had much of a choice," he stated, and turned around. He moved closer to the bed, close enough that he thought she might invite him to sit down. "Do you remember any of it?" Closing her eyes a moment, she replied, "Do we have to do this now? Can't I just have my breakfast?" She was aware of what she was doing but having to rehash it all again so soon after telling Josh was too much. She reached for the coffee on the breakfast tray and held the cup in her hands. She was deliberately avoiding him. He understood why, but that didn't make it any better. "Sure," he told her with a nod. "But it's going to be difficult from my perspective to stand here while I have so many questions. I'll let you eat, and we can talk later," he said, and gave her a smile and a quick squeeze to her shoulder before he turned and walked to the door. "Parker, wait." She asked meekly. Sighing, she closed her eyes and said, "I'm sorry." He turned and shook his head. "You don't have to apologize, Tayla. You're the victim here. I know you probably feel guilty...and violated. But honestly, this is not your fault, and I still love you for all the same reasons as I did last night." Looking at him, she felt a tear run down her face as she said, "No, it is my fault. It's all my fault." She put the cup down and buried her head in her hands. He sighed silently and walked over to her, sitting on the bed without an invitation and wrapping his arm around her to hold her tight. "I know you feel awful right now but you're going to get through this. You're going to thrive, Tayla. And I'm going to be there every step of the way to help you, okay? We're going to move through this together." She stood and said, "You don't understand. You don't know what I did." He glanced at her. "What do you mean?" He asked. He thought about what she might mean, and then said, "Not being able to fight back is not a reason to feel guilty. You know you didn't allow Lily in your head. You did the best you could to resist." She could feel her fists clenching as she spoke, "Parker, don't you realise what I'm trying to tell you? I let her in. I let my barriers down. I made the connection and I have to live with what I saw and what I did." Parker paused, his arm slipping off of her shoulders. He stared at her in disbelief, digesting this information. Then he could only ask one question. "*Why*?" "I don't know. It happened. It's done and I have to live with that everyday. What I did to you and what I saw. Parker, what more can I say?" He exhaled, shaking his head, and looked down. He was looking at this less and less from a boyfriend's perspective and more and more from a professional one. He considered his words carefully before he said them. "I think...Tayla, do you ever feel like you wish you had more control over your abilities?" Not believing what she was hearing, she took a deep breath and said, "Don't you understand what I'm saying? I'm trying to apologise to you here and all you're doing is is what you always do. Counselor mode. I need you. Not your training. I need you." She took his hand as she spoke the last part. He nodded, the wheels in his head still turning. He placed his other hand over hers. "You're right. I am definitely not supposed to counsel you and I realize that you need me. But I think you need some help too, Tayla. I'm not just saying this as a professional. This is twice now you've been in this circumstance and it's not safe for you, and it's not safe for the ship." Taking her hand away, she fought to keep her voice even, "There you go again. Duty before love. Tell me, if it came down to doing your duty or watching me die knowing you could save me, what would you pick?" He shook his head. "That's an invalid question. I have no idea what I'd do. I've never been in that situation before. But I do know what we've both been trained to do, and I think you do, also. That you disagree with that just proves my point--you need help. A Starfleet Officer shouldn't be putting her own life before her duty to her ship and fellow crew. I would have absolutely no problem with you letting me die if it meant saving everyone else. And I think Cadet Tayla Fraiser would agree with me--what I'm wondering is what happened to make that change?" He recognized that he probably shouldn't have let her know his true professional concerns, because not only would she disagree with them, but she would now know exactly what a psychologist would be looking for when she was evaluated. And it would do nothing to move their discussion forward. She turned away from him and said, "Just leave." When she didn't hear him move, she turned back round and said, "Leave. You obviously love your job more than me so just go now whilst you still can and that's me talking. Not Lily, not Cadet Fraiser. Me. Just go." "No, I'm not going to just go," he stayed exactly where he was by her side, refusing to move. "You're hurting and you already said you needed me. I don't need to be told twice. I'm staying. And we're going to get to the bottom of this, I promise you. Because Tayla, I know you're better than the way you're acting right now. You're a bigger and better person and a capable officer. But the way you're going right now--and I'm telling you this as a fact, not an opinion--is what happens to people before they do something truly stupid. Before they do something to land themselves in a Federation penitentiary, they always--*always*--separate their duty from their lives. It becomes, like you said, a job." She looked at him and said, "I can't..... I can't do this, Parker. I can't do this by myself. I'm scared. I'm so scared..." She could feel herself shaking now and the tears running down her face. She slid off the biobed to the floor on her knees and let the tears run. Looking back up at him, she said, "Help me." He got down on one knee and he wrapped his arm around her, holding her tight at his side. He wiped her tears with his thumb and said, "I'm going to be there every step of the way with you, Tayla. We'll get your telepathy under control. We'll find out what happened to change your perception of duty. We'll get you back to the capable Starfleet Officer I know you are. I'm not going anywhere," he whispered the last sentence into her ear, and kissed her cheek. He looked up and saw Salid just outside the door. "The Captain probably wants to talk to you. You feel like doing that now?" When she nodded, he helped her up and gave her another kiss on her cheek, saying, "I'll be back," before walking out. In the threshold of the door, he said to the Captain, "Please keep in mind, Sir...she's in a fragile emotional state right now." (reply Salid) (posted by Morgan G) ------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Sick Bay - CO- Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 6 - 0650) Ahmed had showered after his workout and eaten breakfast. The situation with Signos was beginning to worry him. If he were wrong about her, he was placing his ship and crew in immediate danger. If he was right, then everything hopefully would work out for the better without anyone being harmed. In both scenarios he realized that sooner or later he'd have to start considering taking direct action against Section 31. They had to have a base of operations somewhere, and if they did, then he and his crew may well be the group to handle the capture of their headquarters and bring an end to the single largest group of shadow government assassins and spies in the Federation. But that was something for the future, as it was, he was waiting patiently to have a few moments to speak with Fraiser alone about her experiences. The reality of the wait was this, it was very short on the grand scheme of things, but in that short period of time, Ahmed had a hundred million different thoughts, scenarios and theories bounce through his head. Those musings were interrupted when the door to Fraiser's private room slid open to allow Lieutenant Parker to exit. Parker looked worried, and Ahmed could almost see the conflict raging behind his eyes. He stopped at the threshold of the compartment and in a fairly neutral tone said clearly, " Please keep in mind, sir…" a short pause gave Ahmed a moment to consider Parker's objectivity. "…she's in a fragile emotional state right now." Ahmed smiled, a smile of what he hoped was reassurance. He placed his left hand on Parker's shoulder and looked the man in the eyes. "I'm certain that she'll be fine. She's tougher than she looks and she has you." he said thinking of the two of them in a relationship on both a personal and professional level. "I'm just here to get some facts, not to make any accusations. I'm concerned for her and I'm concerned for Jessica. I'd like for you to make a complete psychological assessment of Signos and be prepared to give me a report in a day's time. But for right now, we need to focus on Tayla, so make it a secondary priority at the moment." (reply Parker) Daniel Greene ------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Sickbay - COUNS Parker Davis - Day 6 - 0652) The captain smiled and placed his left hand on Parker's shoulder. "I'm certain that she'll be fine. She's tougher than she looks and she has you," he said, and the counselor nodded slowly, his expression still very worried. "I'm just here to get some facts, not to make any accusations. I'm concerned for her and I'm concerned for Jessica. I'd like for you to make a complete psychological assessment of Signos and be prepared to give me a report in a day's time. But for right now we need to focus on Tayla, so make it a secondary priority at the moment." "Aye, Sir," Parker agreed, thinking about how he would objectively quiz Signos when he had been the one counseling her for her mental separation of Lily, and had previously thought it was working. "Mr. Davis, might I have a word with you when you are free, please?" he heard Josh ask, and he turned to her and nodded, following her into her office. (USS Rosenante - CMO's Office - COUNS Parker Davis - Day 6 - 0655) Parker sat down in front of Caskie's desk and awaited her questions, meanwhile trying to sort out the thoughts that were bouncing around at light speed inside his head. (reply Caskie) (posted by Morgan G) ------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Temporary Guest Quarters - Lt. Nayeli - 0700) Nayeli frowned. ~This is not good.~ When she had finally decided to go back to the quarters she'd been temporarily given she'd found an automated on her desk computer. As a JAG observer anything out the ordinary crossed her desk, and revocation of all security protocols for a ACMO was definitely in that category. She'd done what sleuthing she could over several hours, there was nothing that warranted the order and this made Nayeli all the more suspicious. She had also hit a brick wall because of the total lack of information. She chose - for now - to sit back, watch and wait, though if there was another unexplained incident with the same ACMO Nayeli would be going to the Captain demanding some explanations. Starfleet was nothing if not insistent on paperwork and good reason for every action - and unexplained actions like this cast shadows on a crew. (reply none) (posted by Lori) ------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Sickbay, Lt. Tayla Fraiser and Lt. Sanok, Day 6, 0937) Dealing with talking to the captain had been hard, but the time had come to prove herself strong, and ask for the help that she so badly required. Still in sickbay, she had asked one of the nurses to contact Lieutenant Sanok, to ask him to come by and help her to rebuild, not just her barriers, but herself. When Sanok heard from a nurse in sickbay, that Lieutenant Fraiser asked for him so he could aid her in strengthening her mental barriers, he was genuinely surprised. Perhaps she did not know his full background, but for most of his life, he had lived with his emotions, and thus was unable to practice any of the Vulcan mental disciplines. Only after the civil war ended, when he had become so emotionally depressed over all the suffering and loss, had he taken a medical leave under the care of a Vulcan counselor, returned to his home world, and spent six months studying Kohlinar. Though he had become more traditional as a Vulcan, there were still times his emotions came out. At first, Sanok had been unsure what he should teach her. He had to access Vulcan records on proper teaching techniques and procedures. Once he had a basic idea of what to do, he had spent two hours meditating and preparing. At the appointed time, he went to sickbay, a Starfleet carryall slung over his shoulder. "Good day, Lieutenant Fraiser." Glancing to the door, she smiled softly and said, "Please come in, Lieutenant." Sanok closed the door to the private room and set his carryall on the floor. "How may I help you, Lieutenant?" Sighing, she replied, "It has become apparent that my mental barriers are not as strong as they should be. I need help to re-establish them and fortify them also. That, and I'm having trouble keeping the memories of what I saw from creeping forward. Can you help me?" Normally, what Fraiser was asking, would be easy for a Vulcan. It would be a matter of some deep meditation and discipline exercises. However, Sanok had never done this outside of training on Vulcan. Sanok opened the carryall he brought and pulled out a meditation robe, which he slipped on over his uniform. He reached in again and brought out three candles, one larger and thicker than the others. He set them on the table next to Fraiser and began lighting them. "I have already informed security that I would be using these, so they will not send a team when the internal sensors detect an open flame on board. Are you ready?" She nodded and said, "As i will ever be." "The first thing you must do, is take several, deep cleansing breaths," said Sanok. "After that, close your eyes, breathe slowly and evenly, and envision what you will be once your mental barriers are strengthened. Once you have done all this, open your eyes and concentrate on the flame on the largest candle." Tayla looked at the Vulcan man before her and then closed her eyes. She tried to imagine her barriers growing stronger, and what she would become; the capable officer that everyone seemed to know she was, but she doubted herself. Things had gotten on top of her lately, and it was now apparent to her that she had a problem. Refocusing her efforts, she barely managed to do as Sanok had said, and then opened her eyes, concentrating on the largest candle. She wanted so badly for this to work. She needed this to work, because she knew that she would not be allowed to go back on duty in her current form. The only other option open to her, was to leave, and that was something that she did not want to do. While Fraiser was doing the basic preparations he had instructed her to do, he studied her face. Over time, he had learned to recognize what expressions went with certain feelings. On hers, he saw doubt. "Lieutenant," said Sanok. "Tayla. Why do you have such negative expectations about yourself and your abilities?" This wasn't part of the exercise, but it was something Sanok thought he needed to say. She looked up and said, "It's something I have struggled with my entire life. I've had problems before, and I'm concerned that I won't return to my old ways." She sighed deeply and said, "I had an addiction as a teenager." Sanok wasn't a counselor, but he saw this was turning into a counseling session. If what he was thinking was true, Fraiser didn't need to practice strengthening her barriers, she just needed to change her view of herself. "Do you mind talking about it? To remove an obstacle, it must be addressed and overcome." "Not at all. I drank. I was an alcoholic. Became one after my father died. I nearly ruined everyone's lives around me, just like I'm doing now." She sighed and continued. "The only way for me to get help, is for my barriers to be strong again, because I am concerned that I will swap one addiction for another." Sanok stood silently, thinking about what Fraiser had said. It was good that he knew about her past, but he wasn't sure how that affected her mental barriers. He thought more on which techniques would work best. "We must continue," said Sanok, finally breaking the silence. "Concentrate on the larger flame. As it dances atop the candle, it represents the chaos of random thoughts and emotions from the crew. In your mind, envision yourself controlling the flame and making it stop moving." She looked at him, knowing that he had been shaken, as much as a Vulcan could be, by her candidness. Nodding, she returned her focus to the larger flame. Closing her eyes, Tayla envisioned the larger flame and what it represented. The warmth of the flame was evident as her thoughts flowed. Thoughts of her father, mother, uncle, and finally what had happened and what she had done. Trying to stop the chaotic mess that was her mind, took strength, strength that she wasn't sure that she had right now. After a moment, she sagged and opened her eyes, looking to Sanok and said, "I can't." "Yes, you can. It may take time, but you have the ability. You are strong and talented. Being a lieutenant in Starfleet, proves that. Many apply to the academy, but the greater percentage is not accepted. You worked very hard to be here on the Rosenante. You did not give up. Strengthening your mental barriers is no different. Again." Taking a breath, she tried again. After a moment, something began to happen. The flame began to slow and stop dancing. Looking up at Sanok, she said, "But how? I'm not a telepath. How am I able to do that?" "Thoughts and emotions are similar to light. Each travels through air and space in frequencies, in wavelengths. We can see these waves with our eyes. Telepaths and empaths detect thoughts and emotions with the part of the brain attuned to them. While you were focusing on the flame, and on strengthening your mental barriers, I was projecting strong emotions into the flame. The thought waves you projected, came into contact with mine, which manifested in the flame slowing and stopping for a moment." Tayla looked at him and said, "I see. Then it wasn't me that stopped the flame, it was you." She closed her eyes and sighed. "I knew that I had a problem. I recognised the signs from last time. I need help, please." "You misunderstand," said Sanok. "In order for you to know your barriers are working, you must be facing real emotions. Without them, you would simply be concentrating on a flame. Because there were actual emotions, there was something to which you could interact. It was not I that stopped the flame. It was you. A look of surprise hit her face as she said, "Really?" A smile threatened to cross her mouth, but she fought it down. Sanok saw a quick glint of a smile on Fraiser's face. This was the first time he had ever tried to help someone with their psychic abilities, and it made him feel good. He quickly suppressed it. "Sir, we've been dancing around something for a while now. I can show you what I saw, if you want to see." Sanok did not expect this. He wasn't sure what to do next. Helping someone with meditation and mental exercises was one thing, but a mind meld was something entirely different. "If you feel showing me will help you, I am willing," said Sanok. "However, I must tell you. I have never done a mind meld with anyone other than my instructors on Vulcan. I would not be adept at it." "If you make the connection," said Tayla, "I can show you the rest." When it came down to it, Sanok did not desire to meld with Fraiser, and it wasn't just because of his inexperience. "I feel we should not meld," said Sanok. "It is a true union of two minds. We would know each other's most intimate thoughts and desires. We do not know each other well enough for that." He paused. "I know you wish to unburden yourself, so perhaps you could tell me exactly what you saw." She sighed. This was the one thing that she had wanted, had pinned her hopes on, the only way she could have someone understand. Looking up into his eyes, she said, "I saw horror. I looked into a dark that I cannot describe. What those men and women did to her was....." She drew a sharp breath as the memory flashed before her eyes. "I saw.... I......" she gasped, trying hard to fight the memory back. At this point, Sanok knew Fraiser needed a counselor, someone specially trained to help with what she was experiencing. However, they didn't have such a person on the Rosenante. Oh, Parker Davis was a counselor, but he was too close to her personally. Sanok had to do something. He moved towards Fraiser and sat next to her on the edge of the bed. "Let it out, Tayla. Tell me what you saw." She drew sharp breaths and said, "I saw them break her bones and beat her. Oh, god. She suffered. Pain, so much pain. They did it and told her that it was because they loved her." Realising that the Vulcan was sitting next to her, she opened her tear stained eyes and looked at him and said, "It hurts so much. In my mind and my heart. My heart is breaking and I can't stand it." She leant her head onto his shoulder and cried. Sanok slowly slipped his arm around Tayla's shoulders. While she wept, he realized that she had not seen the evil of what Lily was, of what she had done, but the evil of those that made her. It was truly a greater darkness. He was in a situation now that was completely foreign to him. He understood that crying was an important part of having emotions, that it was something that could heal. However, he didn't know what he was supposed to do now. Since this moment was to help Tayla, he sat there next to her. It was logical that she would know what to do next. After a moment, she sighed heavily. Wiping her eyes, she spoke in a low whisper. "Sir, it's not Jessica's fault, all this. She isn't to be blamed. Those people, Section 31, they are a great evil that we need to be aware of. They will come for her." "If they do, we will stop them," said Sanok. He removed his arm from her shoulders. "I'm not going crazy, despite what Parker may think. This was just a shock and it's hard to know how to handle this. I reacted to it by attacking the only man that will ever love me, and I have to live with that. For the rest of my life, I will have the knowledge that I beat him for no good reason. How can I reason that with logic?" "Just as it was not Ensign Signos' fault, it was not yours. Though I lived with my emotions for most of my life, I never experienced the love of a relationship, but I recognize it when I see it. You have that with Mister Davis. He does not blame you for this, and he will not hold it against you. From what I have seen..." Sanok hoped this part didn't offend her. "...you have difficulty forgiving yourself." "And how do I begin to do that?" she asked, lifting her head off his shoulder and looking at him. "How do I forgive myself for what I did, what I know I still might do?" "You do it, because none of us is perfect. We are all flawed. We all make mistakes. We do not intend to hurt those around us, but sometimes we do. If you don't, your life will be filled with sadness and regret." She nodded and said, "But that doesn't make it right. I hurt him." "No, but it is the best we can do," said Sanok. (reply none) (posted by Jaclyn Smith and Bob B.) ------------------------- (USS Rosenante, CSO's office - aCSO Lt jg Viskhard - 1200) Viskhard knew it had been too good to last. He was clearing out the CSO's office in preparation for the new CSO. He'd been a filler, and while he hadn't liked the paperwork, he'd enjoyed the position. He hoped the new CSO was open to him and would be able to work well with the variety of people in the department - himself included. He picked up the small box of artifacts he'd had in the office, on the top was a picture taken at the Cotillion dance. Visk smiled again as he gazed at the holograph again. Someone had been taking candid shots through the evening and had caught Visk and Blake in mid-spin. He also had been sent a holo of himself and Nayeli, and one of himself and Kitty, but it was the one with Blake he had chosen to frame. Visk took one last look around the somewhat bare room as he said, "Computer, lights." The computer complied and dimmed out the lights as Visk turned a heel and headed off to re-establish himself in one of the smaller ACSO offices. (reply any, none needed) (posted by Lori) ------------------------- (IKV maQmIgh, Off USS Rosenante's Port Bow, Day 6, tlha'nISta', 1306) "De'wI'!" tlha'nISta' said to the onboard computer of the maQmIgh starfighter. "So'wI' yIchube!" The cloaking device of the starfighter disengaged. The maQmIgh was a mechanism of war -- over-armed for its two-person crew size. Lanista had built the maQmIgh, just before being recalled to Starfleet. The recall, however, was not ill-timed. tlha'nISta' had been called away from the Federation (back in 2409) to address a Family Matter in Klingon Space. That issue had been adequately dealt with now. It seemed only fitting she should return to duty. ~There must be, however, some SNAFU in the transfer orders,~ she thought. She had been reactivated as a CSO, even though her background was in Engineering and at least half of her Klingon/Vulcan heritage suggested Tactics. "Blue is the color of Molor," she mumbled, as the fighter-craft's cloak fully disengaged. "USS Rosenante, this is ra'wI' thla'nISta' of the Imperial Klingon Defense Force. Permission to dock..." She had deliberately referred to herself as a 'Commander' (ra'wI'). ~Hasn't it been five years since I left? Aren't I due!?~ (Reply any) (Posted by Frank Truelove) -------------------------- (IKV maQmIgh, Off USS Rosenante's Port Bow, Day 6, tlha'nISta', 1307) ~qu'vatlh!~ cursed tlha'nISta'. In her impatience she had forgotten to engage the communicator. She repeated her hail: =/\=USS Rosenante, this is ra'wI' thla'nISta' of the Imperial Klingon Defense Force. Permission to dock...=/\= (Reply any) (Posted by Frank Truelove) -------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Bridge - CO-Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 6 - 1309) The doors to the turbolift slid open to admit Ahmed access to the bridge again after his brief meeting with Stellar Cartography to discuss the immediate sector of space in which the Rosenante currently resided. He was hoping to select an interesting destination for their next foray into the exploration of the sector and had been considering his options. The bridge as always was busy with the activity that was endemic to a starship's nerve center. He had just relieved the mission specialist and resumed his command chair when there was a hail. "Captain, we are being hailed by a Klingon ship." Ahmed's eyebrow rose as he turned towards the main view screen. "On screen." ~What is a Klingon ship doing out here. ~ he wondered. The imaged of the slowly rotating planet of Asrai Prime was immediately replaced by a Klingon woman abaord a small Klingon vessel of a design that Ahmed had no familiarity. =^=USS Rosenante, this is ra'wI' thla'nISta' of the Imperial Klingon Defense Force. Permission to dock...=^= Ahmed rose to his feet. "Welcome Commander, I am captain Salid. Permission is denied until I know what your business is with my ship. You're welcome to beam aboard and discuss it with me if you like." he replied. (reply Lanista) Daniel Greene ------------------------- (IKV maQmIgh - Cockpit - ra'wI' tlha'nISta' - Day 6 - 1310) The Captain of the Federazhon vessel ro'Senantlhe rose to his feet before responding:=^=Welcome Commander, I am captain Salid. Permission is denied until I know what your business is with my ship. You're welcome to beam aboard and discuss it with me if you like.=^= ~Good, he rises in response to authority...~ Lani' thought. ~I will be able to train this one...~ =^=Captain, I am tlha'nISta', daughter of QolloH, head of the House of DI'al. If you ... nuD -- ah, 'examine' -- any current file you have on my identity, you will find I am a veteran of Starfleet, which in its infinite wisdom has seen fit to reinstate me. I think that that warrants permission to dock.=^= (reply Cpt. Salid/any) (Posted by Frank) ------------------------- (IKV maQmIgh - Cockpit - CSO - ra'wI' tlha'nISta' - Day 6 - 1311) Ahmed's eyes narrowed slightly. ~maj!~ Lani' thought. ~Not so Human as I first thought...~ =^=Don't be mistaken... just because you are reinstated to Starfleet does not authorize you to be aboard my ship. If you have orders to report here for duty, transmit them and then I will decide if you are worthy to be allowed to dock aboard my vessel.=^= "jabbI'ID yIghuH!" tlha'nISta' said. <> She had already had the transmission readied, but this all was part of 'The Game' -- played by Klingons and Humans since the 2260's... Lani' pressed a button and transmitted her transfer orders. (reply Captain Salid/Any) (Posted by Frank) ------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Bridge - CO-Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 6 - 1312) =^=Captain, I am tlha'nISta', daughter of QolloH, head of the House of DI'al. If you ... nuD -- ah, 'examine' -- any current file you have on my identity, you will find I am a veteran of Starfleet, which in its infinite wisdom has seen fit to reinstate me. I think that that warrants permission to dock.=^= Ahmed's eyes narrowed slightly. He was aware that Klingons could be pushy and that they sometimes took diplomacy for weakness. Ahmed was not about to encourage this particular Klingon to think him weak. "Don't be mistaken, tlha'nISta', daughter of QolloH, but just because you are reinstated to Starfleet does not authorize you to be aboard my ship. If you have orders to report here for duty, transmit them and then I will decide if you are worthy to be allowed to dock aboard my vessel." (reply Lanista) Daniel Greene -------------------------- (IKV maQmIgh - Cockpit - CSO - ra'wI' tlha'nISta' - Day 6 - 1313) After transmitting her transfer orders, tlha’nISta’ noted a typically Human delay in acknowledgement of receipt. She was not aware of any Federation race — not even Andorians — who possessed as efficient a manner of communication as the Klingon , or Battlespeech. The Captain said, =^=You will dock your vessel in Shuttle Bay three. Upon securing your vessel, you will report to my ready room for review. Do not keep me waiting.=^= Lani’ saw Ahmed make a hand gesture to cut the channel, then the screen went blank. Having been in Starfleet, and having initially been an Engineer, tlha’nISta’ was somewhat familiar with the design of the Rosenanté-class vessel. Shuttlebay 3 was on Deck 13. She navigated her small craft – a K-Fighter toward the designated bay and executed the proper maneuvers to land. (USS Rosenanté - Deck 13, Shuttlebay 3 - CSO - ra'wI' tlha'nISta' - Day 6 - 1317) Once she’d powered down the K-Fighter’s systems, the cockpit’s disembarkation mechanism lowered Lani’s seat to the deck. Carrying a large duffel of personal effects, and having her pet qaryoq’a’ perched on her left shoulder, Lani’ secured the IKV maQmIgh K-fighter and crossed to an interface panel. “Computer, location Captain’s Ready Room…” Unaware Sanok or Raschen were on their way to escort her, after the computer replied, tlha’nISta’ went to report as ordered. Disobeying an order wouldn’t do, even though Lani’s unconventional attire would doubtless provoke some kind of reaction… (reply Sanok, Raschen, Any) (Posted by Frank) ------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Bridge - CO-Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 6 - 1314) =^=jabbI'ID yIghuH!=^= tlha'nISta' replied. Ahmed's Klingon was rusty, it was something that he'd only picked up here and there, not something that he had formally studied, but he understood the gist of the response. "We have the data, Captain," Mike informed him, as he handed Ahmed a PADD displaying the information. Ahmed looked over the data, it seemed that the tlha'nISta was to assigned to the Rosenante as their new Chief Science officer. Viskhard would need to be moved to the departmental assistant. Salid wondered how the Klingon and the Denobulan would get along. Things in the science department were about to get interesting. Ahmed looked back up at the main view screen. "You will dock your vessel in Shuttle Bay three. Upon securing your vessel, you will report to my ready room for review. Do not keep me waiting." Ahmed made the hand gesture to cut the channel and his officers complied quickly. He turned to Raschen and Sanok. "Mister Raschen and Mister Sanok, you are to meet our new Chief Science Officer in the Shuttle Bay. Have her personal effects sent to officer's quarters and escort her to my ready room. If she gives you any trouble, be firm and deal with it as needed. I want her to be fully aware who is in charge aboard this ship." (reply Lanista, Sanok, Raschen) Daniel Greene ------------------------- (USS Rosenanté, Deck 13, Shuttle bay 3, Lt. Sanok, Day 6, 1318) Sanok and Raschen arrived together to meet Lanista. Sanok had served with Lanista on the Mithrandir, but in relative time, because of the temporal jump in which he was involved, it had been over five years since that time. If she was anything like the person she was then, things were going to be interesting. "Lieutenant Lanista, we are here to escort you to see Captain Salid," said Sanok. He did not not make this meeting a reunion of long-lost friends. He was on duty. "Lieutenant Raschen will see that your belongings are sent to your quarters. Also, as per regulations, the animal on your shoulder must be placed in quarantine for the standard amount of time, before it can be permitted to stay on board." He produced a tricorder and did a quick scan of the animal and of the duffel Lanista had with her. He electronically uploaded the scan information to the ship computer and sent it to security, along with a request for an animal quarantine team. "It should take only a few minutes for a team to arrive to take your pet," said Sanok. "After that, we will go to see Captain Salid." (reply Raschen, Lanista) (posted by Bob B.) ------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Deck 13/Shuttlebay 3 - ra'wI' tlha'nISta' - Day 6, 1319) "Lieutenant Lanista, we are here to escort you to see Captain Salid," said Sanok. "Lieutenant Raschen will see that your belongings are sent to your quarters. Also, as per regulations, the animal on your shoulder must be placed in quarantine for the standard amount of time, before it can be permitted to stay on board." When two men -- one in Command red and the other in Operations yellow -- arrived, tlha'nISta' was surprised by two aspects: First, she recognized and remembered Sanok. Second, that the captain of this vessel (or his officers) believed she needed an escort. "Sa'noH...", tlha'nISta' said, her accent more heavily Klingon than it had been 5 years ago. She wrinkled her nose a bit at him for referring to her as ‘Lieutenant’. She had held several more impressive titles than that while in service to the Empire. This, however, was not a Klingon vessel. "You ... look good in red," she added. "It should take only a few minutes for a team to arrive to take your pet," said Sanok. "After that, we will go to see Captain Salid." “yIyep. Duchopjaj.” She said as she took the parrot off her shoulder and handed the creature toward the two officers. Her comment was a cautionary remark — ‘Be careful. He may bite you.’ — but tlha’nISta’ couldn’t immediately recall how to say it in any Federation language. The translation did finally come to her and she repeated the statement in Federation Standard. (reply Sanok, Raschen, Any) NRPG: Sanok's scan would reveal that Lani's possession include weapons, even a Vulcan ahn'woon worn as a belt. (posted by Frank) ------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Deck 13, Shuttle Bay 3, Lt. Sanok, Day 6, 1320, 1325) "Please hold the bird yourself, Lieutenant," said Sanok. "The quarantine team is on its way." He paused. "I see that you are bringing weapons on board. As you know, there are strict regulations to follow. I expect you to adhere to them, Lieutenant." When the animal quarantine team arrived and left with the bird, they were finally ready to escort Lanista to the captain. (USS Rosenante, Bridge, Lt. Sanok, Day 6, 1325) Sanok rang the door chime to the captain's ready room. When given permission, the three officers entered. "Captain Salid, this is Lieutenant Lanista," said Sanok. (reply Salid, Raschen, Lanista) (posted by Bob B.) ------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Deck 13/Shuttlebay 3, ra’wI’ tlha’nISta’, Day 6, 1321, 1326) "Please hold the bird yourself, Lieutenant," Sanok said. "The quarantine team is on its way." When he paused, tlha’nISta’ thought, ~nuch ghaH!~ However, she didn’t see any point in pressing the matter. She set jengSI’ back on her shoulder. Sanok continued: "I see that you are bringing weapons on board. As you know, there are strict regulations to follow. I expect you to adhere to them, Lieutenant." “Yes, of course,” she agreed. “But we both know Starfleet respects and even encourages cultural diversity. And I know that you know no Klingon ever goes unarmed — anywhere. Rest assured, though, most of the weapons are for the batlh bey' in my quarters. I will discuss with the Captain which he’ll permit me to carry while on duty.” (Reply Sanok, Raschen IYW) When the animal quarantine team arrived, tlha’nISta’ repeated the cautionary remark she’d made earlier to Sanok. While the team was taking the bird away, the creature was heard to utter, "'Igh jIH". Lani' laughed out loud at her pet's sense of humor, then she and her ‘escort’ were on their way to meet the Captain… (USS Rosenante, Bridge, ra’wI’ tlha’nISta’, Day 6, 1326) Sanok rang the door chime to the captain's ready room and then waited for permission to enter. ~So many formalities,~ Lani’ thought. ~Aboard a Klingon vessel, if the Captain _expects_ to see you, permission is implied…~ Once in the presence of the Master of the Vessel, Sanok introduced tlha’nISta’. Lani’ awaited Salid’s remarks. Her attire was intended as deliberate provocation. Five years aboard Klingon vessels during an openly-declared House Feud had reinforced in Lani’s mind that a ‘pecking order’ needs to be established quickly and definitively. She wore a ‘dual-division’ uniform of her own devising, and had more items of cultural flair than she expected any Federation Captain to tolerate. ~jItIvbejjaj,~ she thought, her lips turning up at the corners. (reply Salid, Sanok, Raschen) (posted by Frank) ------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Deck 13/Shuttlebay 3- Strat Ops/Quartermaster- LT Chance Raschen- 1322) Sanok and Raschen arrived together to meet Lanista. Unlike Sanok, Chance had never served with the Klingon; and as a general rule, Klingons mad the Raschen nervous. So Chance entered with his left hand behind his back and up under his jacket grasping the handle of one of his twin Bowie Knives that he always kept on him in suspender styled sheeths that also helped hold his uniform pants up. Nothing like dual perpose, is there? "Lieutenant Lanista, we are here to escort you to see Captain Salid," said Sanok. Raschen could tell by the tone in Sanok’s voice that this wasn’t going to be a reunion of long-lost friends; he was on duty. The most prominate thing that Raschen knew about her was that she had been a privateer for the Klingon Empire. "Lieutenant Raschen will see that your belongings are sent to your quarters. Also, as per regulations, the animal on your shoulder must be placed in quarantine for the standard amount of time, before it can be permitted to stay on board." Chance took that as his cue and let out a short mildly loud whistle as he raised his right hand and getured toward the Klingon vessel. Two crewmen ran from where he had them waiting along the bulkhead and proceeded to unload the new arrival’s belongings as well as descreatly scan them for anything that may be damaging to the ship or crew. Yes, because Chance still considered him self a privateer on some level he wasn’t very trusting of others of similar backgrounds (or of anyone for that matter). ~I still don’t understand the need for pets. Even after caring for Sullivan’s cat when I was carrying her Katra I still don’t get it. ~ Chance thought as Sanok produced a tricorder and did a quick scan of the animal and of the duffel Lanista had with her. He electronically uploaded the scan information to the ship’s computer and sent it to security, along with a request for an animal quarantine team. "It should take only a few minutes for a team to arrive to take your pet," said Sanok. "After that, we will go to see Captain Salid." Sanok continued: "I see that you are bringing weapons on board. As you know, there are strict regulations to follow. I expect you to adhere to them, Lieutenant." “Yes, of course,” she agreed. “But we both know Starfleet respects and even encourages cultural diversity. And I know that you know no Klingon ever goes unarmed — anywhere. Rest assured, though, most of the weapons are for the batlh bey' in my quarters. I will discuss with the Captain which he’ll permit me to carry while on duty.” Chance had had enough with her arrogance. “No one is allowed to take any energy weapons that are NOT specifically Starfleet issue onto the Bridge with out the Skipper’s express face-to-face written approval.” He said sternly. At least that was the agreement that Raschen and Salid have concerning Chance’s personal disruptor pistols. But she didn’t need to know that little detail. (Reply Lanista, Sanok iyw) When the animal quarantine team arrived, tlha’nISta’ repeated the cautionary remark she’d made earlier to Sanok. While the team was taking the bird away, the creature was heard to utter, "'Igh jIH". Lani' laughed out loud as Raschen and Sanok proseeded to escort her to meet the Captain… Not speaking to either one, but loud enough to be heard by both “Crap like that is why I think pets are no more than meals waiting to be butchered.” He said as he typed a message on his PADD letting Sick Bay know that they will have a couple of customers within the hour. (Reply any iyw) (USS Rosenante- Deck 13/Shuttlebay 3- Strat Ops/Quartermaster- LT Chance Raschen- 1328) Sanok rang the door chime to the captain's ready room and then waited for permission to enter. Once in the presence of the Vessel Master, Sanok introduced tlha’nISta’. Lani’ awaited Salid’s remarks. Her attire was intended as deliberate provocation. Five years aboard Klingon vessels during an openly-declared House Feud had reinforced in Lani’s mind that a ‘pecking order’ needs to be established quickly and definitively. She wore a ‘dual-division’ uniform of her own devising, and had more items of cultural flair than she expected any Federation Captain to tolerate. (reply Salid, Sanok) (reply Salid, Sanok) (posted by Charlie) ------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Sickbay - Dahlia Jackson - Day 6 - 1833) Tom sped from the bridge at the end of his shift. Dahlia's delivery had been long and hard on her. Kitty and Josh had 'suggested' rather strongly he leave for a bit and get some work done. This was more to get him out from underfoot and to give them some peace and quiet. It was all he could do to not call Sick Bay every five minutes for a status report on her and his babies. He smiled as he remembered the experience of holding their children for the first time. Jacob was the older twin by a minute. He was a bit chunkier than Hope. In contrast to his sister Jacob was blondish like his dad. He even followed the family tradition of the males soiling their diapers when held the first time by their dad. Their daughter Hope had been born next. She was the spitting image of her mom. Hope had lovely soft black hair. Tom marveled how tiny she was! Jacob was the younger twin by a minute. He was a bit chunkier than Hope. In contrast to his sister Jacob was blondish like his dad. He even followed the family tradition of the males soiling their diapers when held the first time by their dad. Tom entered the room Dahlia occupied after getting the o.k. from the medical staff. Jackson watched the proud momma hold their children. He felt both love and responsibility at the same time. " Hi mom. How are you doing my love?" Tom asked the new mom. "I'm fine my love. A bit tired but ok" she replied. She let him take Hope and hold her. She watched the two. Tom held little Hope as if she were glass. Tom was stroking the baby's chin and she grabbed his finger and smiled up at her dad. Tom's eyes watered and he looked his little girl. He never had felt so proud and weighed down responsibility. Dahlia, ever sensitive to Tom's moods, told the answer to the question that was on his mind. "Thomas, remember SF brought us together and your duty must come first" she said. Tom started to object but she raised her hand and continued to speak. "If fate takes you from me, our kids will be a living reminder of you and the man you are" she added softly. Tom simply kissed her. The new family sat and enjoyed some together time. (Reply: none) (Posted by: Bill W.) ------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Viskhard's Quarters – aCSO Lt jg Viskhard & SecO Ensign Blake Turner - 1932) Viskhard was puttering around the table, he'd pulled out the small cooking element he had stored away and had a single wok placed upon it. Aromatic spices mingled in the air as he carefully sliced a variety of vegetables. The meat was simmering in the wok with the spices and a tangy sauce that would seep through and tenderize the meat very nicely. He glanced up at the door chime and smiled, speaking with a sing song voice, "Enter!" Walking in, Blake smiled and said, "Hey there. I brought wine!" She grinned and held out the bottle of vintage earth red wine. The bag she held the wine in contained something else but that was a surprise for him. "Welcome to my humble abode!" Visk swept an arm out, "Please, make yourself comfortable, I just need to put these vegetables on and then I can give you the grand tour." Taking a seat on the couch, Blake placed the wine on the table and, carefully, placed the bag at her feet and said, "Before I get the tour, I have something for you." Visk raised an eyebrow as he slid the chopped veggies into the wok and covered them, "Oh? What have you brought?" Patting the seat next to her, she said, "Please come sit." As he grabbed two wine glasses, Viskhard looked at her - all the more puzzled. As he came around the edge of the couch, he saw the large bulky bag at her feet he lost all notion to speak and just looked at her quizically as he folded himself onto the couch. Taking his hand as he sat next to her, she said, "You told me that you have some arrows and bows. That you get them when you finish an area of study?" He nodded cautiously, "Yes, I do enjoy adding to my collection as a reward to go along with the satisfaction of a completed set of courses." Smiling, she said, "Well, after last night, I thought it would be fitting to get you one more to add to your collection." She opened the bag and said, "This is for you." Visk looked down into the bag and his eyes went wide. He pulled out an exquisitely mounted set that included a drawn bow with delicate scrollwork, a quiver, two bone knives and a fletched arrow. He recognized the style as being "Elven", and with the exception of the style of bow, could have been an exact match to his own set in the program Blake had introduced to him. He stammered, "Blake... I... this... why?" Smiling softly, she said, "Because I recognise what last night was for you, what it took and what it meant. I wanted you to know that I recognise that and this, well, this will remind you of that night and hopefully me for a long time to come." Visk stared at her - this woman was an enigma to him and he wanted to know her every secret - if she would allow it, but he wasn't sure if he was worth her. "I don't deserve this," he stated simply - though he didn't put it back in the bag either. She took his hand and said, "Yes, you do." Visk no longer jumped at her touch - it showed him how much she'd already done for him, but he still had trouble accepting something like this. He kissed her hand, "This is the kind of thing you give to someone... well, more aquainted." He was trying to be more open, but he still had sticking points, and this was one of them. Large gifts were for much closer friends, family and lovers. She laughed a little and said, "Look, put it this way, I carried it all the way here. I'm not taking it home, so it stays." Visk, still in shock, laughed weakly. "I suppose we'll have to get to know each other better so I can earn this properly?" She winked and said, "So what about this tour then?" Picking up the rather large plaque, Visk set it on the table carefully. He'd have to find a prominent spot for it, but that could wait. He rose from the couch and extended his hand to Blake. "As you wish," he said smiling. She took his hand and said, "Lead on, Macduff." Turning her he swept a grand hand towards his desk - the one place he'd decided not to clean up. "The madness that is my humble workspace." She grinned and said, "That's nothing, you should have seen my brother...." but she stopped and shook her head. She'd not thought of her family for quite a while. Unperturbed by her sudden lack of words, Visk pointed to a clear-fronted cabinet, "You may find this of interest. I keep my phaser bow in there." Still a little haunted by thoughts of her family, she nodded and sighed. "So what are we having for dinner?" she said. It only took Visk an extra second to realise that Blake was suddenly sad over something - he'd grown quite sensitive to her despite the limited and short experiences they'd had together. He looked into her eyes, human eyes were not nearly as expressive in colour but were just as easy to ready if one knew what to look for. Visk saw a sadness that was knew to his Blake, "Something bothering you, Blake?" Closing her eyes, she said, "Yes, let's open the wine." Visk nodded and steered her to the couch. The corkscrew was on the table behind, but he only had to use his long arm to reach back and grab it and turn the element down to save dinner from burning. He opened the bottle in short order, filled the glasses and sat down, handing her one. Slipping his hand back into Blake's he waited. She took a sip and said, "It's so silly. That desk just reminded me of my brother." Visk smiled, he always had fun trying to sort out family - the extended family was rather extensive, but he knew there was something else here, so he tried to gently probe. "Why is it silly? "It's been a long time since I thought about them. It wasn't a pleasant thing." Visk sat back, not knowing what to say, his family had it's quirks and there were a lot of them - but he had a hard time understanding a bad family experience. Rather than try to figure it out though, he though Blake would be better at explaining. "How so?" She sighed and said, "My family are unusual. They live in a religious compound in the Rockies back home. I lived the life for a few years but then I fell in love. With someone outside of the order. They ostracized me. Threw me out with nothing." Visk listened quietly, letting Blake say things the way she wanted without interuption. He sipped his wine as he ran his thumb over the back of her hand. She could feel the tears rolling in and said, "I haven't spoken to them in years, the last time I did, they......" She wiped her face and said, "They told me they had no daughter." Viskhard's heart flared with anger at this. To say something like that - to make someone an orphan was beyond the pale to him. He couldn't even speak. He gently took her glass and placed on the table with his before pulling her close, wanting to protect her - to tell her she had family here - something. Safe in his arms, she wept. Tears that she didn't even know she had in her. She wrapped her arms around him and cried. Visk's silk shirt was now wet, her tears creating a patch on the front of his shirt, but he didn't care. "Blake, sometimes you cannot choose who you love. Sometimes you cannot choose who your family are." She looked up at him and wiped her eyes, saying, "How are you so kind and so loving?" Visk smiled at her, and helped her wipe her eyes. "I have older and younger sisters who would be at my doorstep if I weren't, and that is not a prospect I relish." He chuckled quietly at this, his eyes sparkling. Leaning up, she said nothing and just kissed him softly on the lips. After a moment, she pulled away and said, "Thank you." A kiss from Blake always left his heart reeling and dissapointed when it ended, but in made the anticipation of the next that much more valuable, he was only able to breath a soft, "For what?" as he searched her eyes. "For just being here." she said and leant her head onto his chest and sighed. Visk wanted so much to ask her the all important question that was in his heart - but he could tell that time would bring a more appropriate moment for that. He squelched it and simply held her, whispering, "Always." After some precious moments in this, Visk remembered the food. Thanking his lucky stars that he'd had the forthought to turn the food down earlier he pulled Blake back a bit, "I think I need to finish tending to our supper." Sighing, she lifted herself away from him and said, "Of course. I'm looking forward to tasting your cooking." He picked up the large plaque that had the exquisite archery set mounted on it. Handing it to Blake he said, "While I finish our meal, why don't you find a spot you think would be appropriate for this?" She looked at him, her brow furrowing and said, "Are you sure? Is there anywhere you want to suggest?" "Anywhere you like. I want you to feel as comfortable here as anywhere." He kissed her forehead before moving back around the couch to the now slowly simmering wok. Rising, she looked around the room for a second and then spotted the place. On a small table by the window looking out to the stars. Picking up that plaque, she walked to the table and placed it on the table and said, "What do you think?" Having slipped the main portion of the meal into a warming container, Visk was setting up the cooking station to do up the rice. He looked up from his measuring and smiled, liking the starry backdrop to the plaque. "Perfect." He dipped his head down again and swiftly set the rice going. Blake smiled softly and said, "So what's for dinner?" "Terran Stir Fry with a Denobulan twist. I put together some of my favourite vegetables from home with Terran spices and... chicken, I think it's called. I hope it meets your approval." She grinned widely and said, "If it's anything like the eggs then i know i will." The rice finished cooking and Visk swiftly plated up two plates. He brought them to the table and set them down before pulling back Blake's chair for her. (Reply No-one) (Posted by Jackie Smith & Lori Winterhoff) ------------------------- ========================= Mission: The Captain's Cotillion Day 7 Stardate: 2414.04.16 ========================= (USS Rosenante - Main Sickbay - MO - Lt (sg) Katherine (Kitty) Fisher - Day 7 - 0206) (USS Rosenante, Main Sickbay - JAG Lt. Nayeli - 0210) (USS Rosenante, Deck 4, tlha'nISta's Quarters, CSO tlha'nISta', Day 7, 0500) (USS Rosenante Deck COPS Quarters LT. Tom Jackson Day 7 0658) (USS Rosenante, Soma's Quarters, Lt. Sanok, Day 7, 0700) (USS Rosenante, Soma's Quarters, FO, Lt. Cmdr Ben Soma, Day 7, 0702, 0710) (USS Rosenante, Nayeli's Quarters, Lt. Sanok, Day 7, 0720) (USS Rosenante, Nayeli's Quarters - Lt. Nayeli - 0724) (USS Rosenante, Brig, Lt. Sanok, Day 7, 0730) (USS Rosenante, Soma's Quarters, FO, Lt. Cmdr Ben Soma, Day 7, 0732) (USS Rosenante, Brig - Lt. Nayeli - 0735) (USS Rosenante - Counselor's Office - COUNS Parker Davis and Lt. Tayla Fraiser - Day 7 - 0904) (USS Rosenante - Counselor's Office - COUNS Parker Davis - Day 7 - 1201) (USS Rosenante, Personal Quarters - ACSO Lt jg Viskhard - 2300) ========================= (USS Rosenante - Main Sickbay - MO - Lt (sg) Katherine (Kitty) Fisher - Day 7 - 0206) As the main doors to Sickbay opened Kitty looked up from the biobed she was running a diagnostic on, and on spotting Lt Nayeli coming towards her, smiled. ~My goodness. Is it that time already? Doesn't time just fly by when you're having fun.~ she thought. Turning to the med tech beside her she gave him orders to track down the intermittent fault that had shown up on the bed, or, if he couldn't, take it out of service until Engineering could overhaul it. Turning to the Lieutenant she smiled. Lt Nayeli wasted no time or even preamble saying hello but simply announced herself. "Doctor Fisher, I presume? I'm here as promised.". Kitty simply reciprocated her manner and held out her hand for the padd that Nayeli was carrying. "Indeed you are. Now if you would care to hop up onto a biobed we can get this done. No, not that one if you don't mind. The readings are slightly off and I might want to have Engineering take a look at it before it's put back into service. But the one next to it is free." Watching as the lieutenant hopped on to the next bed Kitty called over a nurse. "Standard fitrep for a Denobulan female. Draw the usual samples and have the results sent to me. Poring over the padd she had been given she scrolled through it and smiled slightly to herself finally finding out that her patient was a Jag Officer. That would certainly set the cat amongst the pigeons on this ship Kitty thought. Putting her hand on Nayeli's shoulder Kitty pressed her down on to the bed. "Now if you would just lean back I'll run the usual tests." As she watched her patient lie back Kitty hit the switches on the control panel and watched the above bed screen for the results. Eventually Kitty hit another button and turned it off. "Well Lieutenant I don't see any problems. As long as your samples come up clean you are good to go as they say. I'll have the full results back first thing in the morning and if there is a problem I'll let you know. But as far as I can see at present, your fine. Now as I suggested the other evening I am due to take a break round about now and get something to eat. I usually have a sandwich in the CMO's Office but it is quiet tonight so would you care to join me in Tradewinds instead?" (Reply Nayeli) (Posted by Marilyn) ------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Main Sickbay - JAG Lt. Nayeli - 0210) Nayeli complied with the standard fitness overview, she was never overly concerned about it and couldn't understand why so many officers had to be chased by Medical to get them done. It was a note on many officer's records that she noted, but didn't do a darned thing about anymore. When she was much youngers and much stricter in her interpretation of protocol, she might have brought it up in a review - but these days, it wasn't a worry. At the end of it all Doctor Fisher spoke, "Well Lieutenant I don't see any problems. As long as your samples come up clean you are good to go as they say. I'll have the full results back first thing in the morning and if there is a problem I'll let you know. But as far as I can see at present, your fine. Now as I suggested the other evening I am due to take a break round about now and get something to eat. I usually have a sandwich in the CMO's Office but it is quiet tonight so would you care to join me in Tradewinds instead?" Nayeli smiled, "That sounds fine by me, is Tradewinds the local name for Ten Forward?" (reply Fisher) Nayeli nodded, "I see. I think I would like to meet her owner some time." (reply Fisher, any) (posted by Lori) ------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Deck 4, tlha'nISta's Quarters, CSO tlha'nISta', Day 7, 0500) tlhan'ISta' woke to the like-clockwork morning wake-up squawking of jeng'SI', her pet qaryoq'a'. Of course, to describe it as a pet wasn't strictly accurate. The Klingon qaryoq'a', while similar to the Terran parrot in its ability to speak, was actually a hunting bird. Lani' had had the bird since her pre-Academy days, and very much enjoyed the sport humans would call falconry. Of course, most humans looked down on hunting. Many humans, in fact, actually preferred replicated food. Lanista couldn't quite understand that... Lani' had set up her quarters the way she liked them -- Klingon-esque. Sparsely furnished. Uncomfortable, to human standards. She'd had a couple of crewman actually remove the bed, and she'd replaced it with a hard, metal platform. The temperature was higher than usual -- both Vulcans and Klingons come from hotter worlds than humans. The gravity in Lani's quarters was set to 1.254g, to simulate that of the Klingon homeworld. Lani' would even exercise with the gravity set higher. "Did you survive your quarantine well enough, jengSI'?" she asked the bird. NRPG: conversations with the bird will likely be in Klingon. I just don't feel like translating it atm. ;) RPG: The creature said something very unflattering, which brought a smirk to Lani's lips. She grabbed a ghagh-worm from a bowl by jengSI's perch and fed him. After deliberately ruffling the bird's feather with one hand, tlha'nISta' crossed the room to her batlh bey' -- or Display of Honor. She had left her more gruesome trophies with her father, back in Klingon space. But here, she had the weapons that had made the most difference in 5 years of military campaigns against the House of Qurta. The centerpiece of the display was, of course, her bat'leth. Hers was a non-standard version. The usual bat'leth is 116cm long and weighs about 5.3 kg. Lani's was one she'd built herself -- proportioned for her own larger-than-usual size. Lani's betleH was 130.872cm and 5.979kg. Surrounding the bat'leth was an assortment of bladed and directed-energy weapons - not least of which being a disruptor-rifle with a custom-made bayonet. This was what had killed Qurta's son. It had surprised Lani' that no Klingon had ever used a bayonet. Probably, there was some archaic prohibition against combining a blade and a disruptor. Its use had certainly provoked Qurta in the final confrontation. He had seemed more disturbed by the bayonet than by the death of his own son. Disconcerted, Qurta died carelessly. Lani' touched the bayonet and smiled. "Rot in Grethor, Qurta," she muttered, prompting a "Qapla'!" from jengSI'. tlha'nISta' tied the ahn-woon on as a belt after showering and then donning her uniform. She grabbed a tricorder/PADD device. Again, this was something she'd made. There was absolutely no reason to carry gadgets when one could be made to serve both purposes -- especially when the two had many similar (or, in some cases, identical) components. She then headed toward the door, intent on setting up her office. On the way out, almost as an afterthought, she grabbed horga'hn -- a souvenir her father had given her after her mother died. QolloH rather bluntly stated that the horga'hn was directly responsible for Lani's existence. Lanista had no actual homeworld -- she'd been born on a starship. But it was rather clear she'd been conceived on Risa. "yIHegh!" jengSI' said as Lani' left. "You first," was Lani's reply as she started off toward her office... (Reply any/none) (Posted by Frank) ------------------------- (USS Rosenante Deck COPS Quarters LT. Tom Jackson Day 7 0658) Tom was tired and mostly happy. He plopped down and tried to let his mind go blank. Yet he could not do that completely. Despite have two healthy babies to tend to and a wife to help recover, Jackson was nursing a slowly growing desire to take revenge against his Ferengi step-dad. Pez was one never to go by any defined set of rules. He had wanted Tom to get a command of his own. As a result of Bupers own internal investigation, it was learned that Pez had bribed several personnel in order to secure an early promotion for his step-son. Tom ground his teeth as he remembered the day Captain Capps had informed of the results of the investigation and Bupers orders returning him to the Rose and reducing his rank. His anger boiled over and in frustration he hurled a glass against his wall. The glass shattered and brought Tom back to reality. He was sweating and breathing hard. Tom took a quick shower after cleaning up the mess he made. Jackson was normally pretty quiet and reserved but the suddenness and depth of the anger towards Pez surprised Tom. Tom Jackson was a man who didn't often seek help from others but in thus case it seemed prudent to do so. Jackson walked to his terminal and sat down. He started to compose a message to Parker Davis to see about an appointment. Tom sat looking at the blinking cursor wondering what exactly to say. He simply asked to see the counselor when he had some free time. He was due to see Dahlia shortly. That thought caused a smile to cross his face. She, along with the twins, would be coming home in a day or so. Tom rose and left for Sick Bay. (Reply: None) (Posted by: Bill W.) ------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Soma's Quarters, Lt. Sanok, Day 7, 0700) After the mission with the Borg, extensive security enhancements and upgrades had been added to the Rosenante computer system. One of these was an improved alert system when something covertly unauthorized was performed. It did not surprise Sanok that it was Lt. Nayeli, the JAG officer. Following the chain-of-command, he went to see the FO. "Good morning, Lieutenant Commander," said Sanok when Ben answered the door. "I need to speak with you about a security matter." (reply Soma) Once inside, Sanok handed Ben a PADD. "It seems that our JAG officer guest has been snooping on our computer system where she is not authorized to be," said Sanok. "She has accessed information on Lieutenant Fraiser, inquiring as to why her security codes were revoked after her outburst the other night. I have not found anything else, but if she can do this, it is logical there is more. I have people on it now. Sir, I believe we must stop this before it gets out of hand." (reply Soma) (posted by Bob B.) ------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Soma's Quarters, FO, Lt. Cmdr Ben Soma, Day 7, 0702) Ben had just finished breakfast, he'd eaten alone two mornings in a row since Marah spent most of her time in sickbay with Marah and the twins. She and Dahlia had developed a close friendship and he was happy for that. He was about to change into his uniform when his door chime sounded, he wondered who was making a social call so early in the morning. He crossed to the door and thumbed it open, Sanok was standing on the other side and something in his expression told Ben this wasn't a social call. "Good morning, Lieutenant Commander," said Sanok when Ben answered the door. "I need to speak with you about a security matter." Ben stepped aside. "Come in Sanok." He said. Once Sanok had entered the room he handed Ben a padd which he scanned through for a couple moments. "It seems that our JAG officer guest has been snooping on our computer system where she is not authorized to be," said Sanok. "She has accessed information on Lieutenant Fraiser, inquiring as to why her security codes were revoked after her outburst the other night. I have not found anything else, but if she can do this, it is logical there is more. I have people on it now. Sir, I believe we must stop this before it gets out of hand." After the incident with the Borg the Rose's computers were given some extra security measures, any unauthorized access was recorded and reported to the Csec. Ben was glad to see that the new security measures were working as intended. This was a security breach and it had to be dealt with. "Nayeli has over stepped her bounds." He said. "Even the JAG has no right to go above the law, they investigate those who deviate and deal with them." He considered his options, he had a few. He could leave it alone for now and inform the Captain which would give her more time to snoop or he could arrest her and lock her in the brig and let her think about what she had done. "Arrest her and send her to the brig." Ben said. "I'll inform Captain Salid about her actions and he can decide how to proceed." (reply Sanok iyw) (USS Rosenante, Soma's Quarters, FO, Lt. Cmdr Ben Soma, Day 7, 0710) After Sanok had left and Ben had finished dressing he hit his combadge. "Soma to Salid." He said. He waited for Salid to respond before continuing. "Captain," He continued. "Sanok just informed me that Lieutenant Nayeli has accessed our computer without authorization. She accessed information on Lieutenant Fraiser regarding her revoked security codes. I told Sanok to arrest her and escort her to the brig." (reply Salid) (posted by Milo Young) ------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Nayeli's Quarters, Lt. Sanok, Day 7, 0720) Sanok brought a female security officer with him, and rang the door chime to Nayeli's quarters. He realized she may not be awake yet, but he was there, nonetheless. When she finally answered, Sanok got right to the point. "Lieutenant Nayeli. According to Starfleet regulations..." he quoted the numbers and the charges, "...you are under arrest." He read Nayeli her rights. "Please come with us." (reply Nayeli) (posted by Bob B.) -------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Nayeli's Quarters - Lt. Nayeli - 0724) Nayeli had rolled out of bed at the summons and had to grab a uniform from the closet. She checked her hair and such in the mirror and then finally went to the door. Being usually quick to be prepared it wasn't often she was surprised. The door slid aside to two armed security personel, Nayeli recognized Sanok, who spoke directly. "Lieutenant Nayeli. According to Starfleet regulations..." he quoted the numbers and the charges, "...you are under arrest." He read Nayeli her rights. "Please come with us." Nayeli simply nodded, she'd half expected this - but hoped her snooping had been overlooked. ~Apparently, you are good at your job Mister Vulcan.~ (reply Sanok) She smiled and swept ahead of them, keeping a steady pace and her hands visible to them at all times. Nayeli had chosen to wear the white tunic she was sanctioned to wear with her standard uniform. Sometimes she elected for the command red she had been trained for in the Academy, but the additional training she'd had on the job allowed her the leeway for Intelligence white - which wasn't necesarily usual for a JAG, but not entirely uncommon. Nayeli stopped at the turbolift and waited for the security to do what they would do. (reply Sanok, any) (posted by Lori) ------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Brig, Lt. Sanok, Day 7, 0730) During the arrest and trip to the brig, Nayeli seemed aloof, like she wasn't taking the situation seriously. Of course, that was a distinct possibility. Making sure to be all business, Sanok followed procedure to every dotting of each i, and to the crossing of every t. With a JAG officer, this had to be 100% by the letter of the law. The charges had been properly stated. Nayeli had been read her rights. All searches and scans had been legal. At least one female officer was present at all times. Sanok meticulously followed every rule and regulation. Once Nayeli was secured in the brig, he sent a message to Ben. The captain would be brought in, so all that was left to do, was wait. (reply Nayeli iyw) (posted by Bob B.) --------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Soma's Quarters, FO, Lt. Cmdr Ben Soma, Day 7, 0732) Ben was about to head to the bridge when his monitor indicated a message was waiting, it informed him Sanok had arrested Nayeli and she was in the brig. "Computer locate Captain Salid." [Captain Salid is in the ready room] NRPG: Let me know if this doesn't work for you Daniel and I'll repost. RPG: Ben left his quarters and headed to the bridge. (USS Rosenante, Bridge, FO, Lt. Cmdr Ben Soma, Day 7, 0740) Ben crossed the bridge after stepping out of the turbo lift and headed to the ready room, there he pressed the call button and waited for the Captain to grant him access. Once he got the ok he stepped inside and went to the desk. "Captain." He said. "Lieutenant Nayeli has been confined to the brig." (reply Salid) (posted by Milo Young) -------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Brig - Lt. Nayeli - 0735) If nothing else her snooping had gotten attention. Nayeli was debating in her head if that was good or not. In the moment, it would appear to be negative, but that remained to be seen. Nayeli was content to wait and let the Rose crew keep guessing as to her intent and attitude. This wasn't the first, nor would it likely be the last time she'd been held in the brig - either on proper charges or not. Nayeli sat on the standard bed and went through everything she knew, fitting in everything she could. The puzzle was incomplete, but would slowly come clearer with time. She finally decided to speak, "I wasn't able to get any breakfast before I was brought in here. Would it be possible to get something?" She knew she was well within her rights in this and it was another way to gauge the behaviour and comportment of the Security crew. (reply any Security - likely Sanok?) (posted by Lori) -------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Counselor's Office - COUNS Parker Davis and Lt. Tayla Fraiser - Day 7 - 0904) Parker took a deep breath. His office had been prepared. It was extraordinarily tough for him to do but he had made sure that there was no chance she would escape or hurt himself. It pained him to think that she might try. He had been instructed to evaluate her but he knew he couldn't be objective and the interview would have to be sent out to another psychologist and concurred to. He typed the following prelude in his report:"This evaluating officer is emotionally conflicted due to his emotional relationship with the patient. This report must be evaluated by a neutral trained psychologist before its consideration as fact."With that, he sat on his couch and commed Tayla. "Davis to Fraiser. Will you come to my office for your evaluation, please?" She had been sat alone in her quarters waiting for this. It seemed totally outrageous that he was making her do this but she knew it was the only thing left before she was allowed back doing what she badly wanted to do. Help people. Tapping her combadge, she said, "Be right there." Trying to sound as though this didn't bother her but she knew him and that he would know what this would do to her. A few moments later she was standing outside his office, the very place where they had met, Tayla stood for a second and took a breath. Running her hands over the neuro cortical monitor at the base of her left ear she shuddered slightly and allowed the computer to make her presence known. He granted her access and waited until the door closed behind her and she sat near him. "I'm going to be perfectly honest with you because that's the only way that this process works. And because I care about you too much to let you down. Everything is being recorded. The door behind you is locked. You can't leave unless you have my authorization, but if you ask to leave, I'll let you go. Just know that the only way that I'll open that door is if you decide you no longer need help. If you don't want help, you won't be reinstated." She stood and said, "Wait a minute, I never gave my agreement to that. Stop recording this right now." Glaring at him, she turned her back and said, "Tell me, what exactly do you think I'd do here? You're recording this for your own safety aren't you and don't think I haven't noticed how bare this place is." He nodded. "You're right," he said, perfectly honestly in case any empathy was getting through that monitor. "I'm recording this, actually, to be reviewed later by someone more objective. It's going to have to be, and I'll tell you exactly who it's going to, as well. I already have a professor back at the Academy willing to review it for me. He doesn't know anything about its contents or anything about you--he's a totally neutral party, and he's signed a nondisclosure agreement. I'm going to do everything in my power to make this as painless as possible, Tayla, but I can't go against protocol. You know what you did. You know what I have to do because of it. Now please, sit down so we can get this over with. Neither one of us wants to be here." "Then what's to stop us getting up and leaving?" she asked. "Please Parker, don't make this any harder than it is already. I will sit if you can promise me that?" "I already promised you that. And I'll promise you again, as many times as I need to. I'm going to be fair, and honest, and trustworthy. Because like I already said, that's the only way this is going to work." He stood as she sat. "Would you like water? Coffee?' "What I would like is a ......" she stopped. What she had nearly said almost made her heart stop. Resting her head in her hands, she whispered, "Water. please." He wondered what she might have meant, but didn't ask. He got two waters and handed her one, purposely ordering a glass made of actual glass, as a gesture of trust. He didn't know if she would throw it at him, given her recent behavior, but he was willing to show her he trusted her, and take the chance. Besides, one could only do so much damage with a single glass. He sat back down on the couch next to her, and took a sip. "Before we start," he asked, "Let's do an icebreaker. Tell me about the strangest medical case you've ever encountered." Taking a sip she looked up at him and said, "Let's not. Please not small talk. I have had enough of that with people whispering behind my back and don't tell me that they haven't because I know people and they have and still are talking." He nodded. "Oh, I know. Trust me, I know. But I want to have as normal a conversation as possible--I'm trying to make this easy. So I guess I'll start. I was at the Penitentiary and it was my first field assignment, and I met an inmate--not my patient, but in the medical ward nonetheless, who was complaining of severe and spastic gastrointestrinal discharges. The smell was...like nothing you've ever experienced. Trust me, not even the Spouting Trika plant on Sela IV is that bad. You want to know the reason?" She looked at him and said, "I don't give a s**t." she replied flatly. "What I want to know is the reason that you're doing this again? Choosing your job over me. I need you, Parker, not your skills. Not your training. You." "The reason," he said, continuing his previous line of thought, "Was that he was allergic to infrared radiation, and because of his unique physiology, he was the only one of his race in the penitentiary and Starfleet had no idea." "Didn't you hear me? I don't care. I want out, right now. Let me out." she glared at him. When he stood firm, she whirled round to the door and tried the com panel and nothing. A rage reminiscent of what she had seen in Lily was filling her now and she reached back with her hand and hit the panel. Feeling the covering break, she felt the pain in her knuckles as she closed her eyes. Parker glanced at the glass on the table and then averted his gaze, now committed to calming her down. "You want to leave?" he asked, almost in a provoking manner, knowing that he had to take her to a place where she would decide to stay. "Knowing what leaving means? Think, Tayla. Are you going to regret that tomorrow? Next week?" The pain in her hand was slowly building, "I know what it means and I don't care because the one thing I thought I had isn't there anymore. that much is obvious. Any real man would be standing at my side now making sure I'm not seriously hurt or bleeding, which by the way I am." She turned and held out her arm and said, "Take a look at what you made me do." "Take a look at what I made you do, huh?" he said, and stood. He walked over to her, getting close enough that he knew he was in her personal space. "What did I make you do, Tayla? Did I make you walk over here to the door? Am I making you leave? Am I making you stay? Did I make you hit that panel? Who made you do it?" He gripped her by the shoulders and looked her in the eye. "You are thinking logically. You ARE! Or you wouldn't have come in the first place. You would never have asked for help. You ARE thinking logically! You can beat this! You're strong enough!" Pushing him away, she yelled, "I'm not! I CAN'T." Pushing past him, she walked to the centre of the room and said, "I can't do this, Parker. I can't. I'm not strong. I just want to curl up in a ball and make it all go away. This is too much." She began to breathe heavily in an effort to stop the emotion coming out. A tear rolled down her face and she lifted her hand to her face to wipe it away and began to shake. He nodded. "Okay. If that's what you want to do," he walked to her and held out his hand. "Give me your combadge and rank pips and I'll open the door." She looked at him and said, "Why? What possible use are they....." She stopped. Knowing what he meant, she shook her head and said, "No, I won't. You're not taking the last thing that I have. NO!" she screamed and threw the glass of water at the wall. "The choice is yours, Tayla," he said, ignoring her latest act of violence. He was glad he had removed all the knick knacks or he might be out a few replicator credits. He was also very worried for her, but didn't let it show. "If you walk out of this therapy, you're admitting that you can't, and that you're not strong enough, and if that's the case, then you can't be in Starfleet either. You have to choose. I can't choose for you. It's not me taking this away from you. So make up your mind now. Do you want to sit back down on the couch, or do you want to walk out that door?" He walked to her and held out his hand again. "Your choice." She took a breath, shaking a little and took his hand. Wrapping her fingers in his, she began to shake more and said, falteringly, "Help me." "I would love to," and he pulled her to him, and into an embrace. "You've got this," he said, instead of the 'I've got you' that he normally would say. "You're so brave," he whispered. She cried, wept on his shoulder. After a moment, she looked up and said, "What now? I can't face doing this by myself." "You don't have to, Tayla. That's why we're here. I'm here to help you. And there will be others that help you along the way, too. I know you must feel scared right now, not able to use your abilities...you must feel like something has been taken away from you. And you can't tell if I'm lying to you. But you're going to have to trust me. As long as you still want help, I'll be here to help. But you have to want it." He pulled away from her. "Do you want it?" She nodded. Sitting down on the chair, she said, "What do I do?" He walked over to the replicator and ordered another glass of water--still a glass. And he brought it to her, and sat down on the couch. "Tell me why you became a doctor?" She accepted the glass and said, "To help people. I didn't want what happened to my father to happen to others. That and I knew it would make my mother proud." "And you apparently thought that you were smart enough to get through Starfleet Medical School," he added, giving her a bit of an emotional boost. He was trying to act like she wasn't his girlfriend, but a patient. Imagining her as a case without a face, to remain objective. He wasn't sure how successful he was. "When was the last time you spoke with your mom?" The question caught her off guard as she remembered. She drew a breath and said, "Just before we beamed down to the planet. I wanted to talk to her before we left." Remebering what she had been told that day made bite her lip. Jack. Parker misinterpreted the reason for her tone, and asked, "Did you believe that we wouldn't be coming back?" "No, I....." She stopped again. Realising what she was about to say and how real that would make it, she found her courage lacking. Standing, she walked to the window in the office and said, "She told me about Jack." Parker stayed sitting, looking out at the stars as he thought about what she had said. "Your uncle. What about him? Has something happened to him recently?" She nodded, not turning back to face him, she said, "He's been hurt, badly. I can't say much but he's sick. Very sick. That's not the worst part. It seems he has a son, little Jacob. The bitch that did this to him took him and they don't know where he is. A little baby out there, we don't even know what he looks like, if he's been born yet and it eats me up inside so badly that i can't do anything about it!" Parker was surprised by this news. He stood up and went over to the window with her, wrapping his arms around her. "That must make you feel very helpless...especially that you can't share the details." Jack was in Starfleet Intelligence. It was clear that the details of his assignment were classified from everyone, even the family, but that the details of his injuries were classified from anyone but Jack's close family. "He's a broken man, Parker and she did this to him. I used to look up to him but now, i just want to run and hold him and tell him that he will be okay but i can't because i'm stuck here, locked in this office for now god damn good reason. " She turned to face him and said, "Please let me go to him. I can't deal with this all right now. Not when the one man who needs me is suffering. Please. What do you want from me?" she nearly yelled the last bit. She was shifting quickly between emotional moods. A moment ago she had agreed to get help, and now she wanted to go again. He was beginning to form a profile, and he squeezed her shoulder and walked over to the couch and sat down again. "I think you know that your uncle is being taken care of, that he'll recover--because he's a strong man, and he's got a lot of people helping him. You're free to contact him as soon as we're done here," he said. "No one's stopping you. But for now, we've got to focus. Why don't you tell me what it is about him that you look up to?" "He's strong, he never let's anything get to him. I wish I could say that I was proud of him for doing his duty but it was his duty that put him in this position." He nodded slowly, the pieces forming together. "You don't think he ever lets anything get to him? Have you spoken to him lately?" She shook her head and said, "No, I wasn't allowed to. Mom hasn't either. God damn it." She exclaimed as she buried her head in her hands again. "I can't help him and it's this place that's stopping me. Starfleet. The good old boys club." She said with her voice dripping with sarcasm. "What do you mean?" he asked. "How is Starfleet stopping you from helping him?" "By keeping me here. Doing this to me and by sending me here in the first place." She winced a little as the pain in her hand reared it's head and she said, "So tell me, you want me to sit here and talk about this whilst my hand is very probably broken. What do you want me to say? That i forgive them? I can't. They shunted me here because it was convenient for them to, to keep that jackass in his position rather than deal with what he did." He realized what she was referring to. The attempted rape. She had been forced to physically defend herself against her first captain, and when she told the first officer, he had managed to get Tayla transferred instead of going through the internal justice system. He glanced at her hand, which he didn't think was broken, and then stood. He walked to his closet and extracted a dermal regenerator from the first aid kit. He handed it to her on his way back, and then sat down again. "That must have been very frustrating...infuriating even. Why didn't you leave Starfleet then?" "Because he would have won. I might be crazy but I'm not stupid." She snapped as she began to heal her hand. Suddenly, something in her snapped and she said,"Why are you here? Why? I'm broken and not fixable so why bother?" He nodded slowly. "You're right. You'll admit that Starfleet is not one to waste resources on hopeless causes. Whatever other beefs you might have on them, you know that they're pretty careful about where they put their people and what causes they support. And you know I've been ordered to do this, that if it were up to me, I'd have asked them to delay this until you can see someone else who isn't emotionally involved. So that leaves a few options. Either Starfleet has changed and is now into putting people in positions like this, for no good reason--when a hopeless cause such as yourself is presented to them--or the other option...you are not a hopeless cause. Which one do you think is more likely to be true?" "Does it really matter? What ever happens here I still have to face what I did, what I will do again because you know I will be put in the position where I have to do it again. How can I be sure that I won't keep doing it? It took me such a long time to get over my issues when my father died. I stopped myself because I could avoid drink. This I cannot avoid. The temptation will always be there." He took in what she was telling him. That she admitted she had an addiction to psychic connections. "As a medical professional, you know that there's something called sex addiction where the person feels a constant need to be sexually satisfied," Parker told her. "And this can lead to a number of problems in everyday life. It can lead to a loss of employment, family, friends...and the temptation is always there. And yet I can name three popular actors who struggle with sex addiction. And I can name one family member who does--my aunt Sandra. And I know that they lead normal lives, even though they deal with the temptation every day. What do you think about that?" "I'm not that strong, Parker. I mean look at me. Look where i am." she said, exasperated. "I can't do this." "How did you do it before? Do you remember?" He leaned forward. "You told me that you had to reach rock bottom before you were willing to try to rebuild. Is this rock bottom? And if not, how much worse do you think it can get?" It was an honest question, phrased with an honest tone. He wanted to know what she thought of as rock bottom, if that was being dishonorably discharged, if that was losing him...or if that was where she was now, asking for help. "I could.... I could lose you." He shook his head, and smiled. "No, Tayla. You can't. Unless someone takes me from you. Unless I die. I'm not going anywhere. I know it might be hard to understand this because you've never been to prison, but I think that you can understand this because you *have been*, and are now, in a place where people assign a stigma to you. When I was released, I still had a curfew. I was watched very closely. And not every kid at the Institute I went to had restrictions as I did, in fact most of them didn't. I learned very quickly that the stares I received weren't out of fear or respect, as they were in the detention center, but they were instead out of curiosity and in some cases distaste. It was almost as if I was contagious. Because of that experience I know--personally--what it is when someone rejects you because of how you behaved in the past and where you're going now. And nothing you could possibly go through would make me stop loving you. I'm always going to support you. So losing me--that's out. Is there anything else that can make you reach rock bottom?" "I could get fired for what I did, then I would loose you. You can't stop that." "You still wouldn't lose me. There are other options. You could become a civilian member of the crew, you could volunteer in Sickbay. If you wanted to leave the Fleet, you could do any of those things. Or if you didn't want to stay on the Rosenante, I could resign my commission and we could move to Earth. There are a lot of options," he told her. "So still, you're not getting rid of me. Unless you walk away from me. So tell me, what is rock bottom?" "You'd do that for me? You would really leave your duty for me?" "As long as I'm in Starfleet, my duty always comes first," he told her. "But Tayla, my priorities go like this--God," he showed her one finger, "the Federation," he showed her two fingers, "Family. I'm serving God by serving the Federation, and serving you. You're family. And I'm serving you by serving the Federation. I'd find a way to serve the Federation and you at the same time. If I couldn't serve in Starfleet, there'd be another way. So yes, I'd leave my present duty for you." he recognized the danger in agreeing that duty was less important, especially where she was concerned at the moment. "I'd do anything I had to, as long as it didn't sacrifice someone else's life." He reached for her hand. "So tell me, where is rock bottom?" She stood, walked over to the replicator and tapped in a few commands. waiting for a moment, she reached into the replicator and pulled out a large whiskey on ice. "here's rock bottom." Parker raised both eyebrows, glanced at the corner of the room where he knew the camera was, and then did something he hoped he didn't regret later. He took off his combadge, tossed it on the table, and stood up to meet her. "Here it is, then," he said, and took the whiskey from her with a smile. "Now we can start turning the bottom up." He took a sip. She nodded and then it happened. She collapsed into his arms and cried. "I'm scared Parker. I'm so scared." Instead of holding her as he knew she wanted, and even though it pained him to do it, he forced her away. Forced her to stand on her own, or fall to the floor. "You've asked for help," he said, "You've agreed that this is rock bottom. And you're positive that you want to move forward. I know you're scared. And I *promise* you, I will do my half--I *will* help you. Now you have to do your half. Do you agree? Will you stand up and try to get better?" She fell to her knees almost immediately. With her tear stained eyes burning red, she looked up at him and said,"I don't know how to." He stepped away and went to his desk. He unlocked the door and it swished open. He set the whiskey down on the desk as he said, "You have to stand to walk out. Unless you want to crawl out. So it's your choice. Stand here and fight, or go out to rock bottom--which will not get better by itself. It takes a commitment from you. And either way, you have to stand. What will it be?" The open door led to an empty corridor, because he had requested that non-essential traffic be averted from this particular section of the floor as much as possible. As it hung open, it was almost like another person in the room. He was certain that she felt it beckoning to her, that it must have been an enormous temptation. But to him, this was the first test. The willingness to admit that the problem she had needed to be solved. She looked at him, and the door. Reaching for the door frame, she pulled herself up. Standing at the door, she teetered on the brink and wavered for a moment and then turned round and stepped back into the room. He walked back to the couch and sat down, leaving the door open. "Feel free to close it if you want." She nodded and said, "Would you close it?" she asked as she sat down next to him. Reaching for his hand, she said, "Can I be fixed?" "To answer your second question, yes, but you're always going to have the temptation that you're talking about. And to answer your first question, no. I won't close it. You're going to have to do that." She nodded and, whilst gripping his hand tightly, she pressed her combadge and said, "Computer, close doors." She took a deep breath as the doors closed softly and said, "Now what?" "Now we talk," he said. An hour later, he stood by the door with her. "There will never be a day when it's easy. The only easy day was yesterday. When you walk out that door, you're making a commitment to come back." She nodded and said, "Do you think I'll make it?" He smiled reassuringly and squeezed her shoulder. "I think you'll do more than just survive, Tayla. I think you'll thrive." (no reply needed, another post forthcoming) (posted by Jackie Smith and Morgan G) ------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Counselor's Office - COUNS Parker Davis - Day 7 - 1201) He finished his report and sat back in his chair, reading it over before sending it off to the Captain. It was the hardest report he had ever been forced to write. It condemned Tayla to a hard road ahead, if Professor Gouthim agreed, but he hoped that in the end, it would have been worth it for her, and that she recovered fully. His memo read: "Counselor's notes regarding attached video interview with patient Lieutenant Tayla Fraiser, ACMO, USS Rosenante. Patient has a self-identified moderate addiction to telepathic contact with non-telepaths. Withdrawl symptoms are increasing in intensity and violent behavior has been exhibited on at least three separate occasions in the past seventy-two hours. Patient is exhibiting temporary dysphoria with service in Starfleet and duty in general. This is due to a series of events that are as yet unaddressed. On her previous assignment shortly after her arrival, the commanding officer allegedly attempted unwanted sexual pursuance and eventual sexual assault. The patient was forced to defend herself and when she approached the first officer, he arranged for a transfer to the Rosenante instead of addressing the situation. The commanding officer is apparently still holding his current post. There is no objective evidence to substantiate these claims but an investigation is recommended. This is the second recommendation to Starfleet Command by this counselor that an investigation be initiated, and this counselor requests Captain Salid to also sign an official request after reading Lt. Tayla Fraiser's entire report, enclosed. The second event that suggested dysphoria with service in Starfleet is her uncle's recent injury in the line of duty, without the capture and prosecution of the responsible party. Various other events are enclosed with her patient history. This counselor's conclusion is that the patient is suffering from minor recurrent depression, similar to her exhibited depression as a teenager that led her to drink. This patient is also suffering from but beginning recovery from a moderate addiction to telepathic contact with non-telepaths. This counselor recommends multiple treatments. A daily anti-depressant should be administered by hypospray, accompanied by a mild anti-psychotic drug and, temporarily, a neural suppressant. These drugs will be prescribed by the CMO. A neuro-cortical monitor should be worn at all times until such a time as this counselor and the CMO determine that the patient is under full control of her psychic activity. Full abstinence from psychic activity should be practiced until this time as well. At the concurrence of the Captain, this patient should undergo retraining on the value system of Starfleet and pass an ethics test before reinstatement. The patient should also undergo continuous therapy for control over her psychic ability through a trained member of the crew or through the holodeck, with a direct interspace connection to an expert on Betazed or another recommended world. The patient will most likely need to take some form of medication for the rest of her life unless she is able to fully control her psychic ability without it. Prospects for recovery are high. This report has been submitted to and is subject to the concurrence of Professor Charles Gouthim, Starfleet Academy Counseling and Neuropsychology Department." Parker stood, and tapped his combadge. "Davis to Salid. Sir, I have just sent you a report on one of my patients. When would be a good time to discuss it?" (reply Salid) (posted by Morgan G) ------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Personal Quarters - ACSO Lt jg Viskhard - 2300) Viskhard paced. he knew that Nayeli wasn't on the ship specifically pursuing him, but he certainly had been caught off guard by her appearance at the Cotillion, and Blake had compounded his feelings of missed opportunities over the years. He would not give up Blake for anything, but his natural Denobulan instincts for a large family kicked in. Nayeli was one of those earlier mistakes. She had been after him at the Academy, but he'd been so shy and so involved in his courses that he'd feigned ignorance. He decided to write her a note to that effect and sat down at his desk, shoving padds everywhere onto the floor in his haste. He pulled out his precious box of real paper, he usually saved the paper for his papers - he sent them in electronically, but liked to have a copy that he could leaf through at leisure. Taking the calligraphy pen out, Visk began. [Nayeli, It has been a long time. Forgive me for my failure to meet you at the heart when you first wished it. I hope we can find a way to meet now. Visk.] He folded the note and left his quarters, headed to the arboretum for a flower. (reply none needed) (posted by Lori) ------------------------- ========================= Compiled by Marilyn =========================