Stardate:2406.10.29 (USS Nimitz - Sickbay – Ensign Paul Casely - 0742) Janet escorted Casely to a biobed close by and said, “Here we go, Ensign Casely. Get on top and lie down on your back and be still as the exam begins.” "Yes Nurse. Thanks," replied Paul and quickley did as she requested. The bioscanner began to produce a hypnotic humming sound and Paul just relaxed as he listened to the steady rhythm. “Ensign Casely, your exam is done. You are cleared to return back to duty. Oh and by the way, my name is Janet Sanders” "Thank you Nurse Sanders, I appreciate your help. I just wanted to make sure there were no problems after my first full month in space. That's how long it took me to get here. I've never been in space this long before. Anyway, thanks again," responded Paul, knowing he was rambling a bit, but he couldn't help but be excited by getting the all clear. Just one more standard exam to go, the one he was dreading the most in counselling, but he knew he probably wouldn't get to that today. Janet found it quite humorous by the way Casely was reacting to the news. "Thanks again Nurse Sanders, have a great day!" smiled Casely. ~ Now, that is a satisfied patient. ~ Janet thought to herself as Casely exited sickbay. (Posted by Jeffrey Bergeron) Stardate:2406.10.29 (USS Nimitz - Deck 6, Security office - chief TAC Ensign Kateb & SC/SFI - Lt.Cmdr Edward Gideon - 1000) Onyx arrive in front of the Security office and after ringing the door shim, the door open. She saw Edward sitting at his desk. “Edward... we have to talk!” Edward raised his eyebrow from the intelligence report he was reading and looked at Onyx. Not smiling he gestured for her to enter, it was simple logic that the pea brain would not be able to keep his mouth quite for long. He had allowed a lot of latitude for the Klingon but now he was pushing. “Please,” Edward stated gesturing for her to sit remaining on his side of the table. “I had an interesting conversation with K'Ven.” “I would have presumed so,” “Why didn't you tell me that justice was done for my adoptive father?.” Edward raised his eyebrow and then lowered his fingers. "It was classified," “You knew I wanted to find out everything of what happen... you would have left me ignorant of everything?” Onyx crossed her arms in front of her, she wasn't happy. "I had my orders, the mission was simple and it yielded the required results for all parties," Edward stated coldly. “It was this type of secrets that separated us and right now I start to wonder if it's not happening again Edward.” Edward remained silent for a moment and pondered his options. "I cannot despite my desires tell you everything. My job unfortunately dictates that part of me is always inaccessible," “This you could have since it was finish. I don't need details, I just need to know that it was done and dealt with.” "The objectives were achieved, for you the honour was restored," Edward stated coldly and robotically. “Edward... what is wrong with you? Are you trying to anger me?” "I have done too much and K'Ven is a unpleasant reminder of darker times. A time i have no wish to return to, I'm concerned i might return," “He wants to talk to you and he isn't happy, I could tell.” "K'Ven and i have shall we say a complex history," “I know K'Ven well... but I didn't tell him of my relationship with you. If you feel you didn't make anything wrong, stop being in this dark mood. You make me worry and I don't like it, bad memories.” She look at the painting on the wall. "I did do a lot wrong though and others paid the price," Edward stated still coldly. “The result is the only one important... you probably saved the Klingon empire.” "Machivellian im not, the ends do not justify the means in all things," Edward paused and then spoke once more. "K'Ven is unfortunately a reminder of things i would rather forget and to be honest things will not go well," “It will not... I just warn you about it.” She walk up to him and sat on the edge of the desk. “He will never let you forget it, and he will keep me on my toes as well.” She smiled. "To be honest with what i know, he would want me to forget," Edward stated reaching out and collecting her hand. “Just stay calm and hold your ground. He will make you past a bad time. You should have seen him when I gave a correction to that Klingon on the Raskov. He was laughing so hard.” Onyx like to feel his hands holding hers. "K'Ven does love confrontation, the moment i arrived on the homeworld made that clear," Ed stated smiling and rubbing her hand with both of his covering hers. “I know... he was the first Klingon I beat up.” She had a crooked smile on her face. Edward smiled and kissed her hands. "Yes I'm aware of that little snippit, lets say a few Klingons on your ship owed me a few favours which i called in when you were around," “Stop being this sombre... I will see you at the party.” She bent over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I have some work to do still before I'm free.” "Alright i shall see you later then," Ed stated holding her hand tight for a moment in a affectionate moment. As she got up to leave he finally released her hand. ~If she ever knew the truth,~ He thought to himself. “See you later!” She gave him a wink before leaving the office. (Reply from anyone) (Posted by Laurence Durand) Stardate:2406.10.29 (USS Nimitz - Ten Forward - CSO Holis Gralen- 1941) "So, Doctor Gralen, when did you come aboard? If you don't mind me asking," inquired Paul.   "Just yesterday actually." Holis said wistfully. "I was studying the subspace River on Geneva when I received orders two days ago to report to the ship. You would think they would give a scientist more time to pack his things, You can't just uproot 3 months of scientific experiments in one day but I came pretty close. Might I assume you have come from the Academy? or do you have prior experience?" After asking his questions Holis sat back and took another sip of the good brandy and listened to the answer.   (Reply: Paul Casely, John Harrison, any) (Posted by Charles) Stardate:2406.10.29 (USS Nimitz - Ten Forward - Ensign Paul Casely - 1943) "So, Doctor Gralen, when did you come aboard? If you don't mind me asking," inquired Paul. "Just yesterday actually." Holis said wistfully. "I was studying the subspace River on Geneva when I received orders two days ago to report to the ship. You would think they would give a scientist more time to pack his things, You can't just uproot 3 months of scientific experiments in one day but I came pretty close. Might I assume you have come from the Academy? or do you have prior experience?" After asking his questions Holis sat back and took another sip of the good brandy and listened to the answer. Paul frowned a second at the question, wondering if it was really that obvious that he had just come from the Academy. Did he really seem that green? "Yes Sir, I did just arrive from the Academy... after a month of travel of course. My prior experience is all in academe, I was working on a joint doctorate in military history and political diplomacy when I decided to follow my dreams instead of doing what everyone else wanted me to do," replied Paul. "I travelled for a couple weeks on a science vessel to get here, the Minsk I believe." (Reply Gralen, any others) (Posted by Jeff Bergeron) Stardate:2406.10.29 (USS Nimitz - 10 Forward- CO - Captain Devan Sash - 1945) Sash had noticed that some of the crew had already arrived. he was surprised and not surprised, at the same time. He made his way over to them. "Gentlemen, you arrived a little early. Just couldn't wait for a good party?" (reply any) Sash nodded. "Well, I don't want to interrupt your conversation. Please carry on." With that Sash wandered away from the group. His mind went back to that first mixer. (18 years ago- Starfleet Academy) "Hey old timer," came a call from across the room. "You sure you're in the right place." there were some smirks from the other first years, coing from a mixture of youth unchecked, and most likely alcohol induced stupidity. Sash chose to ignore them and went on. "Hey, I'm talkin' to you old man," the cadet called to him, and swaggered over to him, his friends in tow. As he got closer he began to notice that Sash may be a little larger than he appeared, from far away. But his friends goaded him on. "Don't just ignore me." Sash suddenly straightened himself to his full height, and looked down at the child talking t him. "Are you sure you want to do this, son?" In his state of mind, the cadet found Sash's attitude to be less than he expected. "Do what, drop and aged sod buster like you. What, you think your life on the farm prepared you to take on a real man." Sash shook his head. ~Why did children have to be so young and dumb?~ He turned his back and tried to walk away again. "Oh that's right," the drunk cadet continued, "you just go slink off somewhere. Why don't you go find some barnyard animal to shag." Sash stopped. He stood still for a moment. When he turned around, the companions of his taunter stopped their tittering. The look in his eyes was enough to affect all but those who were already out of control. He stretched out the muscles of his back, and his tunic moaned a little with the stress. "I'm telling you now, BOY, back off." "Or what," the cadet went on, "you ain't got nothin'. Go back to the farm, Farmer Ted. Get yourself a wife and settle down, if you can find anyone to take such an old timer." When the cadet said something about a wife Sash snapped. What happened next happened so fast, and yet Sash saw it hapening in slow motion. He picked the cadet up by the crotch and the collar and held him over his head. His buddies began t pummel Sash's midrif, but he barely noticed them. He saw a small fountain at the enterance to the building and carried the cadet to it, wading through the flury of blows. Suddenly he felt a crack on the back of his head. The Angosian stumbled and almost lost his grip on his prey, who struggled even more. Before Sash fell to his knee he gave the boy a mighty toss. The cadet flew through the air, landing in the fountain. While Sash was down, the cadet's companions piled on top of him. Others came out to watch the display. With a roar, Sash stood up and hrew the other off him. He had gone into warrior mode. Everything he loved had been destroyed. His home, his familly, now gone. Nothing but memories. He clung to his memories and prepared for the enemy to attack. "Just what the hell is going on here?!!" came a shout, bringing Sash back to his senses. The vision of his wife and children. laying in their home, dead, disappearing from his minds eye. He looked around at the others saring at him. His clothes had been torn, and the cadets around him looked as if someone had hit them with a baseball bat. "I will see all of of you in my office, in ten minutes," Commadore Horgan stated. "That should give you plenty of time to et cleaned up. Everyone else, as you were. Get back to the party." Sash looked down at his feet as he headed to get a new uniform, certain that his one opportunity to make a good first impression had all but disappeared. ~So much for my first party. I hope it was a good one.~ Needless to say, he hadn't been expelled. Actually, the others confessed to their guilt to goading him. However, he did recieve two things. A written letter in his record of the event, and an offer from the Commodore to be a TA for the self defense instructor. (USS Nimitz - 10 Forward- CO - Captain Devan Sash - 2005) Sashs took a deep sigh. it had been many years since that party, and he hadn't created another incident since. He hoped that his record would keep, but parties and alcohol, always made for a volatile situation. "Captain, I don't see you with a drink." She said, arching one eyebrow at him. She needed rescuing from her wallflower status. "So I brought you some 'punch'." She grinned and handed it over. "You wouldn't happen to dance, would you?" She asked an impish grin on her face. Sash accepted the drink and smiled at his new Ops Chief. "Umm... thanks, I think. He lifted the glass to his mouth and smelled the distinct odor of something unrecognizable, and opted not to swallow. When Cithy asked abut dancing he snorted. "I'm not sure you really want to see me dance. I really am not very good at it." However, she was not to be put off. She grabbed the captain by the hand and pulled him out to the dance floor, where others had already began to dance. Sash put a hand on Cithy's hip and the other held her hand they slowly turned to the music. "So..." Sash began, uncertain what to say. "How are things going with you?" (reply Dumas) (posted by Al Muir) Stardate:2406.10.29 (USS Nimitz - 10 Forward - Ops- Cithy Dumas - 2004) When the Captain had said 'Be there at 2000' Cai wasn't one to take him as a joker. She showed up at the door of the 'swill' wearing an offduty knee length dress and tights. They were in her favorite color, purple, the tights a slightly darker shade of purple. She had embroidered silver motiffs around the hem of the dress. She'd taken the time to let her blond curls down, allowing them to fall around her heart shaped face, framing her dark blue eyes and full lips. She was nervous, this was her first 'off-duty' event with the senior crew. She could tell that so many of them were upset and uncomfortable around her. She didn't really blame them - she was a traitor, she'd turned her back on the man who had guided her career - a man who had treated her like a father, and sold him out, and eventually, she was the one responsible for his death. She was a mild empath, it was something of a family trait. She knew the anger and disgust that LaBeau had felt for her at that moment. It hadn't been an easy thing to do, which was what most of these people didn't get. They thought she had taken the easy way out. The Counsellor hadn't been to see her yet, he had luckily forgotten about her. She wasn't quite ready to talk yet. No, Cai, hadn't been surprised that none of the handsome, unaccompanied young men in the room had not asked her to accompany them. And she didn't necessarily blame them, either. In her position she would have have done the same thing. She knew the Captain trusted her, because his Admiral trusted her. He thought she had been brave. Over the last two weeks, she thought she'd been really stupid. She, however, had learned one thing from the Academy. Swills without alcohol were like...well..they were bad. She had something she'd bought on Phoenix from one of the black market vendors. A fifth of real earth bacardi rum. It was up her sleeve, and ready to be added. All she had to do was get close enough to the punch bowl - and do the Ricardo Valesquez maneuver - that is, pull the sleight of hand that Ricky had taught her to get the drink into the punch and then get rid of the evidence. Cai was very very adept at doing this. After disposing of the bottle, she got a glass of the punch and sipped it appreciatively. MUCH better. She looked over to see the Captain talking to someone that she didn't recognize. She took another cup and made her way over, the Captain had conned some group to playing live music. That was fine, she loved to dance. "Captain, I don't see you with a drink." She said, arching one eyebrow at him. She needed rescuing from her wallflower status. "So I brought you some 'punch'." She grinned and handed it over. "You wouldn't happen to dance, would you?" She asked an impish grin on her face. ~No one else is going to dance with me...and he says he trusts me....~ She sighed softly. (reply Sash, any) (posted by melinda :-) Stardate:2406.10.29 (USS Nimitz - 10 Forward - StratOps - Sogh la' Sutai K'ven - 2020) K'ven was surprised that there was a human that was not afraid to stand up against someone that could pull his arms out of their sockets without even thinking about it. He could taste the anger rising up in this Ensign as he looked K'ven dead in the eyes. Not too many people would look a Klingon Warrior in the eyes as this Ensign was doing. "First off, I wasn't talking to you about being a warrior. I am a StarFleet officer and proud to be one. You have your culture, I have mine. I respect your culture and I expect the same in return whether you are a ra'wI' Sogh [Lieutenant Commander in Starfleet rank equivalent] or a lowly lagh [Ensign] like me. Secondly, I am Ensign Kateb's second in the tactical station, I'm capable and I will not have you question my ability or honour in my department or the ability or honour of the tactical staff, and yes, I do find ability and honour in this case to be interlinked. Finally, I don't care whether you find it good to meet me or not. If you do, wonderful, if not, your problem all we have to do is work together, we don't have to be friends. Say what you mean and we'll progress a lot farther, a lot faster. If you want our conversation to be finished, say so and its fine by me... Sir!" flashed Paul with obvious irritation and turned to go. "wejpuH! There is someone here not afraid to stand up to me." K'ven said to Casely as he gave him a hearty slap on the back. "Come my Brother, We shall find some Bloodwine and get drunk together." K'ven finished as he dragged Casely toward the Bar. (reply by Casey, any) (posted by Frank) Stardate:2406.10.29 (USS Nimitz - 10 Forward - StratOps - Sogh la' Sutai K'ven - 2025) "wejpuH! There is someone here not afraid to stand up to me." K'ven said to Casely as he gave him a hearty slap on the back. "Come my Brother, We shall find some Bloodwine and get drunk together." K'ven finished as he dragged Casely toward the Bar. “Fine by me!” responded Casely with a mixture of defiance and the dropping levels of anger in his voice. Inwardly the Ensign smiled to himself. It was good to see that his methods of dealing with different races in diplomatic situations still worked. He had, afterall, at one time prepared a Masters Thesis based on the idea that the human style of diplomacy did not work in all situations. K'ven took Casely to the bar with him and slammed his fist on the bar, "BLOOD WINE NOW!!" He Growled. "For the both of us!" He watched as the Bartender arrived with two large goblets supposedly one of the Klingon's favored drink. K'ven grabbed one of the two goblets and proceeded to down the entire contents, as did Ensign Casely, then K'Ven spit out the contents, while Paul swallowed it down, as he growled at the Bartender. "Verengan Ha'DIbaH! You dare insult a Klingon Warrior by calling this Blood Wine?" He was clearly showing that he was not happy and was baring his teeth at the bartender. "What Kind of a yInTagh Bar is this? Give me fresh Blood Wine now!!" If looks could have killed the bartender would be dead. Shaking in his boots in the face of an angry Klingon, he swallowed hard, "We don't have any Sir!" The bartender was just hoping that he would live out the party. K'ven grabbed the bartender and growled as he hauled back his large hand in a fist ready to show the bartender why it was not good to piss a Klingon off. Just as he released his swing someone grabbed his arm before it had a chance to connect. K'ven dropped the shaking Bartender who quickly scrambled to the back and out of trouble. “Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to stand down immediately. I also do some work with security, and although I’m sure you could break me in half, I will attempt to do my duty and drag you into the brig if you hurt that man. I want you to calm down so we can continue enjoying our drinks, Sir,” stated Paul calmly, again with that tinge of defiance in his voice. He then waited for the inevitable struggle to begin. Suddenly, Lt. Cmdr. Gideon appeared out of nowhere, extended his arm and grabbed the Klingon’s by his upper forearm. Glaring at him, Gideon spoke, “Ensign Casely do be a good fellow and toddle off!” “If its all the same to you, sir, I’d prefer to stay. Once my friend here calms down, he’s promised me a drink and if he doesn’t calm down, I’ve promised him the brig,” stated Paul evenly. “Mr K’Ven, you are on a Starfleet vessel not those lumps of scrap you Klingon’s call ships! You will act accordingly! If not I shall not hesitate to confine you to the brig exchange officer or not!” "Ah it is the PetaQ Gideon. What you masquerading as the Security of this fine starfleet luxury yacht or still playing as a SFI agent that knows what to do or are you both this time? At least I act with Honor and do not hide." K'ven growled at Gideon. “No sir you do not act with honour and let’s face it we both know the truth! Striking a bar tender that shakes like a child is not what I expected from a Klingon!” Edward stated not raising his tone but maintaining a standard Englishness to his voice and a dull tone. "So, Who do I strike for the insult he gave me? You?" K'ven laughed a hearty laugh at Gideon. Edward released his grip slowly of the Klingon’s arm and then continued to hold the Klingon’s stare. "You still have not changed Sutai, you still have no honor. What is worse is you try and dishonor me! No one was supposed to know about that mission you are placing us all in a dangerous position!" Edward stated his tone raising. "No Honor? I have more honor in one of my fingers than you have in your entire body. Since you left your troubles at our doorstep, we have taken care of it like honorable men do. You are no longer in danger from them at least." K'ven took a step closer to Gideon baring his teeth. "My dear fellow, before emergining to save your arses I was quite safe as it stood!" Edward stated his sarcasm clear, that was one thing he was certain would rile a Klingon. "QI'yaH! Until you came, we had everything under control. We did not need a bIHnuch from Starfleet to come and almost ruin everything." K'ven growled back and came nose to nose with Gideon. Edward grinned and then spoke in a lower tone. "Lets face it with your so called intelligence services you needed a BIHnuch from starfleet to actually survive! Do not forget what we did for you K'Ven!" K'ven smiled showing his teeth. "Yes, I remember and I remember that you took all the credit for it. If you had stayed to the plan it would have still worked but you wanted all the glory that came from it." K'ven gritted his teeth as he replied and got into the Klingon attack stance. Edward remained in the same stance he had been in whilst preventing the Klingon from pommeling the bar tender. "Commander K'Ven I have considerably more years on you, plus I have seen you fight before," Edward grinned. "Plus it would be impolite to fight in the middle of this little party," K'ven stood up to his normal height and reared back to give a great big roar of laughter. "Well then my friend if we do not battle as we do when Klingons get together, let us drink! Bartender anything that is not synthehol" He requested with his normal loud gruff voice. Edward raised his eyebrow and raised himself onto the stool. Sitting next to the Klingon he spoke once more. "If I remember correctly the last time we drank we ended up locked in the brig of your ship," "Yes and if we are lucky we will here also." K'ven chuckled as he slapped Gideon on the back. "That was fun wasn't it. Paul looked back and forth during the entire enchange, readying himself to pounce if necessary on either officer. He knew that as someone twinned with security, if a fight broke out he would have to take the offending parties to the brig, even if that included the ship’s second officer. When the difficulty began to de-escalate, Paul let out the breath he was holding. He was glad not to have to get involved in what was, clearly, a private matter and took the stool on the other side of the Klingon. Paul looked at Commander K’Ven, nodded, and then said to the bartender, “Give me whatever he’s drinking.” (Reply K’Ven, Gideon, anyone) (Posted by Jeffrey Bergeron) Stardate:2406.10.29 (USS Nimitz - 10 Forward - StratOps - Sogh la' Sutai K'ven - 2025) K'ven took Casely to the bar with him and slammed his fist on the bar, "BLOOD WINE NOW!!" He Growled. "For the both of us!" He watched as the Bartender arrived with two large goblets supposedly one of the Klingon's favored drink. K'ven grabbed one of the two goblets and proceeded to down the entire contents then he spit out the contents as he growled at the Bartender. "Verengan Ha'DIbaH! You dare insult a Klingon Warrior by calling this Blood Wine?" He was clearly showing that he was not happy and was baring his teeth at the bartender. "What Kind of a yInTagh Bar is this? Give me fresh Blood Wine now!!" If looks could have killed the bartender would be dead. Shaking in his boots in the face of an angry Klingon, he swallowed hard, "We don't have any Sir!" The bartender was just hoping that he would live out the party. K'ven grabbed the bartender and growled as he hauled back his large hand in a fist ready to show the bartender why it was not good to piss a Klingon off. Just as he released his swing someone grabbed his arm before it had a chance to connect. K'ven dropped the shaking Bartender who quickly scrambled to the back and out of trouble. (reply Casely, anyone that wants to stop K'ven) (posted by Frank) Stardate:2406.10.29 (USS Nimitz - 10 Forward - ATAC - Ensign Paul Casely - 2027) "wejpuH! There is someone here not afraid to stand up to me." K'ven said to Casely as he gave him a hearty slap on the back. "Come my Brother, We shall find some Bloodwine and get drunk together." K'ven finished as he dragged Casely toward the Bar. “Fine by me!” responded Casely with a mixture of defiance and the dropping levels of anger in his voice. Inwardly the Ensign smiled to himself. It was good to see that his methods of dealing with different races in diplomatic situations still worked. He had, afterall, at one time prepared a Masters Thesis based on the idea that the human style of diplomacy did not work in all situations. K'ven took Casely to the bar with him and slammed his fist on the bar, "BLOOD WINE NOW!!" He Growled. "For the both of us!" He watched as the Bartender arrived with two large goblets supposedly one of the Klingon's favored drink. K'ven grabbed one of the two goblets and proceeded to down the entire contents, as did Ensign Casely, then K'Ven spit out the contents, while Paul swallowed it down, as he growled at the Bartender. "Verengan Ha'DIbaH! You dare insult a Klingon Warrior by calling this Blood Wine?" He was clearly showing that he was not happy and was baring his teeth at the bartender. "What Kind of a yInTagh Bar is this? Give me fresh Blood Wine now!!" If looks could have killed the bartender would be dead. Shaking in his boots in the face of an angry Klingon, he swallowed hard, "We don't have any Sir!" The bartender was just hoping that he would live out the party. K'ven grabbed the bartender and growled as he hauled back his large hand in a fist ready to show the bartender why it was not good to piss a Klingon off. Just as he released his swing someone grabbed his arm before it had a chance to connect. K'ven dropped the shaking Bartender who quickly scrambled to the back and out of trouble. “Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to stand down immediately. I also do some work with security, and although I’m sure you could break me in half, I will attempt to do my duty and drag you into the brig if you hurt that man. I want you to calm down so we can continue enjoying our drinks, Sir,” stated Paul calmly, again with that tinge of defiance in his voice. He then waited for the inevitable struggle to begin. Suddenly, Lt. Cmdr. Gideon appeared out of nowhere, extended his arm and grabbed the Klingon’s by his upper forearm. Glaring at him, Gideon spoke, “Ensign Casely do be a good fellow and toddle off!” “If its all the same to you, sir, I’d prefer to stay. Once my friend here calms down, he’s promised me a drink and if he doesn’t calm down, I’ve promised him the brig,” stated Paul evenly. “Mr K’Ven, you are on a Starfleet vessel not those lumps of scrap you Klingon’s call ships! You will act accordingly! If not I shall not hesitate to confine you to the brig exchange officer or not!” "Ah it is the PetaQ Gideon. What you masquerading as the Security of this fine starfleet luxury yacht or still playing as a SFI agent that knows what to do or are you both this time? At least I act with Honor and do not hide." K'ven growled at Gideon. “No sir you do not act with honour and let’s face it we both know the truth! Striking a bar tender that shakes like a child is not what I expected from a Klingon!” Edward stated not raising his tone but maintaining a standard Englishness to his voice and a dull tone. "So, Who do I strike for the insult he gave me? You?" K'ven laughed a hearty laugh at Gideon. Edward released his grip slowly of the Klingon’s arm and then continued to hold the Klingon’s stare. "You still have not changed Sutai, you still have no honor. What is worse is you try and dishonor me! No one was supposed to know about that mission you are placing us all in a dangerous position!" Edward stated his tone raising. "No Honor? I have more honor in one of my fingers than you have in your entire body. Since you left your troubles at our doorstep, we have taken care of it like honorable men do. You are no longer in danger from them at least." K'ven took a step closer to Gideon baring his teeth. "My dear fellow, before emergining to save your arses I was quite safe as it stood!" Edward stated his sarcasm clear, that was one thing he was certain would rile a Klingon. "QI'yaH! Until you came, we had everything under control. We did not need a bIHnuch from Starfleet to come and almost ruin everything." K'ven growled back and came nose to nose with Gideon. Edward grinned and then spoke in a lower tone. "Lets face it with your so called intelligence services you needed a BIHnuch from starfleet to actually survive! Do not forget what we did for you K'Ven!" K'ven smiled showing his teeth. "Yes, I remember and I remember that you took all the credit for it. If you had stayed to the plan it would have still worked but you wanted all the glory that came from it." K'ven gritted his teeth as he replied and got into the Klingon attack stance. Edward remained in the same stance he had been in whilst preventing the Klingon from pommeling the bar tender. "Commander K'Ven I have considerably more years on you, plus I have seen you fight before," Edward grinned. "Plus it would be impolite to fight in the middle of this little party," K'ven stood up to his normal height and reared back to give a great big roar of laughter. "Well then my friend if we do not battle as we do when Klingons get together, let us drink! Bartender anything that is not synthehol" He requested with his normal loud gruff voice. Edward raised his eyebrow and raised himself onto the stool. Sitting next to the Klingon he spoke once more. "If I remember correctly the last time we drank we ended up locked in the brig of your ship," "Yes and if we are lucky we will here also." K'ven chuckled as he slapped Gideon on the back. "That was fun wasn't it. Paul looked back and forth during the entire enchange, readying himself to pounce if necessary on either officer. He knew that as someone twinned with security, if a fight broke out he would have to take the offending parties to the brig, even if that included the ship’s second officer. When the difficulty began to de-escalate, Paul let out the breath he was holding. He was glad not to have to get involved in what was, clearly, a private matter and took the stool on the other side of the Klingon. Paul looked at Commander K’Ven, nodded, and then said to the bartender, “Give me whatever he’s drinking.” (Reply K’Ven, Gideon, anyone) (Posted by Jeffrey Bergeron) Stardate:2406.10.29 (USS Nimitz - 10 Forward - Sogh la' Sutai K'ven/Lt.Cmdr Edward Gideon - 2028) "Ensign Casely do be a good fellow and toddle off!" Edward stated still holding the Klingon's arm. (Reply Casely) "Mr K'Ven, you are on a Starfleet vessel not those lumps of scrap you Klingon's call ships! You will act accordingly! If not I shall not hesitate to confine you to the brig exchange officer or not!" "Ah it is the PetaQ Gideon. What you masquerading as the Security of this fine starfleet luxury yacht or still playing as a SFI agent that knows what to do or are you both this time? At least I act with Honor and do not hide." K'ven growled at Gideon. "No sir you do not act with honor and let's face it we both know the truth! Striking a bar tender that shakes like a child is not what I expected from a Klingon!" Edward stated not raising his tone but maintaining a standard Englishness to his voice and a dull tone. "So, Who do I strike for the insult he gave me? You?" K'ven laughed a hearty laugh at Gideon. Edward released his grip slowly of the Klingon's arm and then continued to hold the Klingon's stare. "You still have not changed Sutai, you still have no honor. What is worse is you try and dishonor me! No one was supposed to know about that mission you are placing us all in a dangerous position!" Edward stated his tone raising. "No Honor? I have more honor in one of my fingers than you have in your entire body. Since you left your troubles at our doorstep, we have taken care of it like honorable men do. You are no longer in danger from them at least." K'ven took a step closer to Gideon baring his teeth. "My dear fellow, before emergining to save your arses I was quite safe as it stood!" Edward stated his sarcasm clear, that was one thing he was certain would rile a Klingon. "QI'yaH! Until you came, we had everything under control. We did not need a bIHnuch from Starfleet to come and almost ruin everything." K'ven growled back and came nose to nose with Gideon. Edward grinned and then spoke in a lower tone. "Lets face it with your so called intelligence services you needed a BIHnuch from starfleet to actually survive! Do not forget what we did for you K'Ven!" K'ven smiled showing his teeth at he knew what Gideon was trying to do. K' ven knew that they both were about the same height and weight, but, Gideon was not all muscle as he was. K'ven also thought that Gideon had gained a few pounds from the last time he saw him and that would possibly slow him down. "Yes, I remember and I remember that you took all the credit for it. If you had stayed to the plan it would have still worked but you wanted all the glory that came from it." K'ven gritted his teeth as he replied and got into the Klingon attack stance. Edward remained in the same stance he had been in whilst preventing the Klingon from pommeling the bar tender. "Commander K'Ven I have considerably more years on you, plus I have seen you fight before," Edward grinned and then weighed up the Klingon's stance. In hand to hand in most cases Klingons had a lot more strength than him but he did have a larger brain capacity than that pea that the Klingon claimed as his own. "Plus it would be impolite to fight in the middle of this little party," K'ven stood up to his normal height and reared back to give a great big roar of laughter. "Well then my friend if we do not battle as we do when Klingons get together, let us drink!" He then returned to the bar not bothering to see if Gideon joined him or not. "Bartender anything that is not synthehol" He requested with his normal loud gruff voice. Edward raised his eyebrow and raised himself onto the stool. Sitting next to the Klingon he spoke once more. "If I remember correctly the last time we drank we ended up locked in the brig of your ship," "Yes and if we are lucky we will here also." K'ven chuckled as he slapped Gideon on the back. "That was fun wasn't it. (reply Casely,any) (posted by Frank and Richard) Stardate:2406.10.29 (USS Nimitz - 10 Forward - ACMO - Dr. Michaella Kirien - 2029) Michaella entered 10-Forward somewhat late, and somewhat scared. She quickly moved over to one of the tables holding refreshments and poured herself a glass of punch. She sipped it and grimaced, someone had spiked it and with something not quite synthehol. That was fine with her, she wasn't quite what she would call.... over John. Over the last couple of weeks it had seemed like Devan was avoiding her. She took that as part and parcel of being what she was - an outcast. He at least was spending time with the girls, and Beth especially missed her father. Michaella knew that Ella was starting to see Devan as a bit of a father figure, something she had sorely lacked and needed growing up. Beth, on the other hand, was mourning John and refused to accept Devan as anything but friend, though she did like the time spent with him. ~I really don't want to be here~ She thought to herself, moving off into a corner. Most of her duties in sickbay had been picked up by the rest of staff, including that annoying Nurse Sanders. Michaella despised her, since she was so obviously smitten with the CMO. ~ Sleeping with the CMO to get a promotion, what a situation. The age old way to promotion.~ Michaella returned a smile that one of the new Ensigns gave her. She knew that she was gorgeous, not many people had hair as long as her own. What had taken her so long was getting her hair braided and coiled with ribbons and fresh flowers. She'd put on a long white silk skirt slit up to the knee on both sides, with a pattern of green ivy hand-painted on it. For a shirt she'd put on a shimmery gaize shirt that caught the light and reflected every shade of green/blue depending on the angle. It was a spaghetti strap, which showed off the paleness of her ivory skin perfectly. On her feet were thin sandals with long dark green ribbons that she'd crisscrossed up her legs. She'd put cosmetic on her eyes to darken them, but still they shone with the atypical sapphire blue. She was glad that her hair was now black as opposed to the silver it had been most of her life. Something on Geneva had caused it, but she didn't know what, no one had explained it. They said it was classified. Michaella despised those words too. If she'd never hear them again it would be too soon. She sighed softly, moving back for a refill on her drink. She took a carrot, and smiled at the crispness of it when she bit into it. She was a Betazoid, and Betazoids were all about the senses, and sensation. Food, clothing, taste, smell, whatever. She was a sensual creature. She wandered back over to her corner, keeping an eye on that klingon. She didn't trust him. She then bumped into another Betazoid, she realized by the way he felt, and of course the stereotypical dark eyes. She stared down into them, then blushed as she realized she'd spilled her punch on him. ::I'm so sorry!:: She sent, falling into the habit of communicating telepathically with a Betazoid. ::You must be new, I don't recall another full betazoid on board.:: She blinked and flushed again, realizing how attractive he was. ~You aren't over John yet...~ One part of her mind said. ~ Yes, but he can be everything John isn't and never could be...~ Another part of her whispered. A third urged caution. Not to leap before looking..hard. She'd made that mistake with John once... And ended up with two lovely girls... ~And a dead little boy.~ The tears sprung to her eyes unexpectedly with how much that one still hurt. More than loosing John had. ~Maybe I never really loved him.~ ::Excuse me, I need more punch.:: She said, not quite realizing how drunk she was getting. (reply Dr Gralen, any) (posted by melinda :-) Stardate:2406.10.29 (USS Nimitz - 10 Forward - CSO Holis Gralen - 2029) Holis offered his beautiful female companion one of the crab rolls and watched delightedly as she took it from his hand with her teeth. If you wanted to find sensuality in a woman you had to find a Betazoid female, nothing less would do.His interest peaked as she ate the roll and he grinned at her wolfishly as she considered his question.    ::Too long. It's been a hard couple of months. Ever since I got drafted into the Fleet...  It hasn't been easy Did I see you on Geneva when I was stationed there?::    Being in mental contact with her Holis couldn't help but oversee a memory that came up in her mind about an attempted suicide while she was on Geneva which chilled him, she had been having a hard time it seemed. And on top of these issues was added the burden of losing someone so close to her it was like losing an appendage from her own body but even more personal. ::You very well might have, I have been... well distracted lately with my researches but I don't believe that was me. I would have recognized you instantly when you walked into the room.::  ::My name is Michaella Kirien, ostensibly the Assistant CMO.  In reality I'm just a nut case. Ask any of them...I haven't been myself recently.:: She looked down at her hands, and then back up into his eyes. ::And I really don't want to be here.::   He was starting to feel hot and realized the brandy's affects were ramping up a notch, he picked up another crab roll and munched on it while wondering if he was going to be able to ingest enough to keep himself from becoming drunk but at the moment he realized that possibility was second in importance to the company he was keeping. ::I'm sorry. My name is Holis Gralen, I'm the new CSO and for the record such an event on my first full day would not have been my choice.:: He leaned across the table toward her and held her gaze. ::However it did allow me to meet you for which I am grateful. What are you usually doing this time of the evening?::    (Reply: Michaella Kirien, any) (Posted by Charles) Stardate:2406.10.29 (USS Nimitz - Ten Forward - chief TAC Ensign Kateb - 2030) Onyx had finish her work early, went training and after wash up before putting a clean uniform. She arrived there and saw that everyone was enjoying themselves. Onyx arrived near the bar and saw something that could make her jaw drop to the floor. K'Ven, Gideon and Casely seated side by side. They had started to drink heavily too and that didn't make her happy but it was exceptional, so she put aside that feeling and would say nothing. Onyx made her way to the bar further from where the "Three" were and ask the bar tender. “I would like a glass of icy white wine please.” “Nothing stronger Ensign Kateb?” “No... Thank you!” Onyx listen to the music playing, she drank her glass of wine and decided to go dance to the fast, what seem, to be the 1990's music. (Reply from anyone) (Posted by Laurence Durand) Stardate:2406.10.29 (USS Nimitz - 10 Forward - Marine Kane Curtis - 2032) Since Kane was mostly on his own, the other marines persuaded him to come with them and have a drink. Since it would be good to mix under people, he went along. As they entered, he saw other crewmembers drinking and having fun. Also the Captain was there and when their eyes met, Kane gave a small bow with his head, but the same expression on his face like always. He sat down together with four of the marines who were allready in the mood for a party while the fifth one went to get some drinks. "Here you go mate, have some bloodwine, one of the best drinks they have on this ship, but let's see how well you stand against this first before we try anything stronger, hehe." The marine put the glaas in front of Kane and they all toasted... Kane held the glass in front of him, looking at it. "Come on man, it's not art, just drink it." Kane took a sip from the glass, just to taste it. He nerver drank this before, or at least not to his knowledge. "Hey, you're dreaming again, here, let me show you how it's done." The marine took the glass out of his hands and drank the whole glass in a few seconds. Then the marine asked what they wanted to drink, Kane asked for a glass of water. The marines laughed at him. "Hahaha, if you want water, then sit over there at the bar next to the plants, only alcohol allowed here mate." Though intended as a joke, Kane took it seriously, and went to sit at the bar next to the plants. The marines didn't bother calling him back and ordered another round, while Kane received his glass of water. He drank his water slowly, alone. (reply any) (posted by Anthony Struelens Stardate:2406.10.29 (USS Nimitz - Ten Forward – CMO/2O – Lt. BigWill Kinkaid & Nurse Sanders - 2032) The evening’s activities in Ten Forward were a bit much for a semi-formal occasion, but it suited Kinkaid nevertheless. Kinkaid and Janet were seen together for the first time in public as the rumors were put to rest by their presence. Janet was dressed in her semi-formal dress attire with her blonde hair elegantly draped over her left shoulder accented with a nice blue hair clip. Kinkaid, on the other hand, was dressed in his standard Starfleet medical blue uniform which was as fancy as it gets for him. Kinkaid and Janet arrived just passed the appointed time, but they were not the only ones. The scene was filled with conversation and drinking. A waiter paused right before the couple and offered them a drink. Kinkaid grabbed a glass of synthehol punch and handed it to Janet before grabbing one for himself. Janet took a slip from her glass and started to giggle. Kinkaid turned and looked at Janet. “Janet, what is so funny?” Kinkaid inquired. Janet still giggling said, “Oh... honey... this party is great! Look at all animal shaped balloons!” Kinkaid looked around and said, “Yes, Janet, you are right about that the balloons... boy would you look at the unique shape of them!” They both giggled like two love birds on a first date while mingling with other crewmembers. (Reply Anyone at the party) (Posted by Nathan M. Williams) Stardate:2406.10.29 (USS Nimitz - 10 Forward – SFI/SC – Lt.Cmdr Edward Gideon - 2036) Edward looked at the Klingon he was drinking with; theirs was a peculiar relationship to say the least however it was an interesting one. As he knocked back another glass from the bar he looked at the bar man still looking very uncomfortable around the Klingon. In all realism he would have felt the same way, if he was half the Klingon’s size and build. However he was not, Edward was smaller than the Klingon too but from past experience could hold his own against this Klingon. However K’Ven was being more than accommodating. The issue with Onyx was also weighing heavily on his mind. She was over the other side of the room but at the moment he dared not go near her. He blood would still be up she was more Klingon than she might know. However what weighed more heavily on him was his starting condition if it continued he would not be around for long any way. Edward stood from the seat as he recognised the female entering, from the photo in Wilson’s quarters that would have been his for want of a better word mate. Since they were not married yet had children, Edward smiled at the Klingon and slapped him on the back. “Im going to speak to that Kirien woman and offer my condolences,” (Reply K’Ven) “Please excuse me Ensign,” Nodding to the Ensign and then looking at the Klingon. “Commander,” (Reply Casely & K’Ven iyw) Moving over to the Kirien woman he looked at the other surrounding officers and then spoke. “Lieutenant Gralen, a pleasure to have you aboard,” Looking at the others inhabitancies of the table he smiled. (Reply Gralen) “Sorry Im Lieutenant Commander Edward Gideon, Starfleet intelligence and Chief Of Security,” (Reply Gralen) Looking at the Councillor he then spoke once more.  “Councillor Im sorry about the prior unpleasantness I admit I over reacted,” (Reply Harrison) “And Doctor Kirien please accept my condolences for the death of the Commander. If I might assist you or the Children in any way please let me know,” Edward stated. (Reply Kirien) (Reply K’Ven, Casely, Gralen, Harrison, Kirien, any) (Posted By Rich) Stardate:2406.10.29 (USS Nimitz - 10 Forward – CSO Holis Gralen- 2037) Holis saw a rugged looking fellow make his way over to the table, he stopped and nodded at Holis before speaking after which he smiled around the table.  “Lieutenant Gralen, a pleasure to have you aboard."  "Why thank you for the promotion since I'm an ensign senior grade at the moment." Holis said with a grin. "I'll take your words as prophetic. In the meantime you know my name but I am afraid I don't know yours." “Sorry Im Lieutenant Commander Edward Gideon, Starfleet intelligence and Chief Of Security,” Holis stood up and offered his hand which the Lieutenant grasped firmly, he certainly had a strong grip. "I am very pleased to make your acquaintenance Lieutenant Gideon. Allow me to offer you a seat." Lieutenant Gideon instead seemed embarassed for his earlier behavior at the bar and turned to John. “Councillor Im sorry about the prior unpleasantness I admit I over reacted,” Since he was concentrating on the others Holis sat down and waited  to see what else would arise. (Reply: Any) (Posted by Charles) Stardate:2406.10.29 (USS Nimitz - 10 Forward – ATAC – Ensign Paul Casely - 2039) Paul started to feel himself relaxing as the drinks began to flow. He felt as though he had somehow come through a right of passage. He knew that things could have gone very differently for him, but he figured that broken bones heal, in the eye of a Klingon honour never heals. At any rate, the sorts of physical action that would have resulting in him being damaged proved unnecessary. It had been a long time since Paul had drank anything with real alcohol in it and he was definitely starting to feel it, but he resolved to press on as long as possible. He knew that the problem the Klingon would have with him wouldn't be with him passing out, it would be his lack of resolve in continuing. Paul also knew he was going to feel this one in the morning... “Im going to speak to that Kirien woman and offer my condolences,” (Reply K’Ven) “Please excuse me Ensign,” Nodding to the Ensign and then looking at the Klingon. “Commander,” "Not a problem Sirrrr... been nice meeting you," Paul slurred ever so slightly before taking another swig of the drink in front of him and then knocking it back. He waved at the waiter to fill his glass again. (Reply K’Ven, Gideon, any) (Posted By Rich) Stardate:2406.10.29 (USS Nimitz - 10 Forward - Marine Kane Curtis - 2049)   Kane was still sitting on his own, looking at the people, seeing them smile, dance, having fun. Everyone was talking, bragging about themselves, flirting, drinking, or singing. Kane took another sip from his water, when one of his drunk collegues came harassing him.   "Hey buddy, come join the fun." The marine took a big sip from his drink. "Oooh, that's good stuff, Here, have some too."   "I request that you leave me alone." Kane said with an indifferent tone.   "Aww come on man, don't be an ass, party with us, let's have fun, maybe pick up some chicks and go home and have fun with em."   "You can't have fun with chickens, their purpose if to feed us with their eggs or meat, and I don't see the fun in cooking them, now I ask you again and for the LAST time, leave me alone."   "You're no fun, come on, no one is gonna hurt ya, come, let me help you."   The drunk marine put his arm around Kane to pull him with him, only, Kane wasn't that accotumed with drunk behaviour, and took it as an act of aggression. So he dodged the arm and with all his strenght he punched the marine, causing him to fly several meters through the air. He didn't believe what he did. A hush fell over the crowd. He could feel the eyes staring at him. The drunk marine was knocked out on the floor. His fellow marines looking very angry. Kane stood up, his face still showing no emotion.   "I apologise for this intervention in your activities."   Then he headed for the exit to go back to his quarters.   (reply any) (posted by Anthony Struelens) Stardate:2406.29.10 (USS Nimitz - 10 Forward – SFI/SC – Lt.Cmdr Edward Gideon - 2026) Edward entered the lounge and surveyed the area, it was a bane of his existence these forced social events and out of all the people present he knew one person that would be sharing the same feeling. Edward moved quietly over to where the new tactical officer and the Klingon stood.  As the Klingon reached to punch the bar tender Edward extended his arm and grabbed the Klingon’s by his upper forearm. Glaring at him Edward spoke. “Ensign Casely do be a good fellow and toddle off!” Edward stated still holding the Klingon’s arm. (Reply Casely) “Mr K’Ven, you are on a Starfleet vessel not those lumps of scrap you Klingon’s call ships! You will act accordingly! If not I shall not hesitate to confine you to the brig exchange officer or not!” (Reply K’Ven) “No sir you do not act with honour and let’s face it we both know the truth! Striking a bar tender that shakes like a child is not what I expected from a Klingon!” Edward stated not raising his tone but maintaining a standard Englishness to his voice and a dull tone.  (Reply K’Ven) Edward released his grip slowly of the Klingon’s arm and then continued to hold the Klingon’s stare. “You still have not changed Sutai, you still have no honour. What is worse is you try and dishonour me! No one was supposed to know about that mission you are placing us all in a dangerous position!” Edward stated his tone raising. (Reply Casely, K’Ven, any) (Posted By Richard)