Three Weeks Til The Metal Meets The Meat

10-4-2007, 11:46:26 PM #20
Anthony Trann
Security Officer
USS Hawking

Join Date: Apr 29, 2007
Posts: 50 Anthony sat down at the mess hall, holding his cup of coffee lazily in his hand, taken slurps from it and whatching a nearby chess game, like half of everyone else there. There was rivalry between the two players, which ment entertainment for everyone else.

"His going to make a move to E-6, then on the next turn he'll gambit the queen and checkmate the king with the Castle" Said the female human who had just taken the seat next to Anthony.
"And you are?" Asked Anthony, in his world, you ask for the seat before you just sit down, he considered her rude.
"Oh Sorry, I'm Bianca Fields, Cadet 2nd Class" Said Bianca
"Well, I'm Crewman Anthony…" She wouldn't let him finish,
"Crewman!, Well, how does it feel to be in the Enlisted?" Asked Bianca,
Anthony opened his mouth to speak again but she was already yapping away, he just turned his attention to the chess game.

Such a fat mouth that one has, Although her face and hair are alright Said his Alter Ego, there it was again.
Shh, Sarjek, I'm trying to whatch the game Said Anthony
You know that Phaser in your sash, just take it out and melt that mouth in, save some trouble
No!, thats Inhumane, and violent
oh really, and what about all those people you have killed
I regret killing them
All of them?
Yes, all of them, no one deserves to die
then to bad, Grow up! and then Sarjek disapeered.

"Sorry what" Said Anthony, attempted to break some ground so he could get out of the conversation.
"Oh And then Bayal got the Sonic Spanner confused with…"
Anthony looked down at his whatch, then looked up.
"Hey look, its nice to meet you Bianca but my break is over and I need to get bakc to duty, I'll see you later" Said Anthony, Bianca shook hands, Said bye and continued sitting there.

Anthony stolled, walked, power walked, jogged, ran, sprinted, Ran like a Maniac in fear.
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Thanks for the Sig Nathan!

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10-4-2007, 10:32:41 AM #19
Vince Stryfe
Chief Helm Officer
USS Hawking

Join Date: Dec 8, 2005
Location: Holden, Mo.
Age: 22
Posts: 46
.:: USS Sentinel : Shuttle Bay 2 ::.

Vince stared at the now busted and sparking terminal that lay in shambles before him on the floor. He kicked it acroos the bay, then turned to his mobile terminal. Just before he could put his boot upside it, Gordon rushed over and stopped him, knocking him to the floor of the bay. Vince looked up at him, shaking his head, then standing up. He popped his neck, then his knuckles and started back over towards the terminal, laying on the crate just a few meters before him. Gordon stood infront of it, trying to calm Vince down.

" Look Vince, the computers have nothing to do with what's going on here, and I'm sure the Captain has a perfectly reasonable explaination as to why he hasn't responded yet. Therefore I feel that it is just plain stupid for you to go around just bust shit up like this." Gordon covered his face, hoping to block the oncoming blow from Vince, but it never came.

Vince stopped, staring at Gordon, then let out a laugh," Yea, you're right. I'm blowing this whole thing out of proportion. Besides, I know this thing has some star charts in it's mainframe, and I can wait for Carl to get back to me and restore my command functions of the helm systems."

Gordon lowered his arms," Now see, that wasn't so hard. You just gotta try to control your temper a bit there. Just relax and take things in a bit more, try not to blow up over something that is just so damn ridiculous."

" Yea, hey Mulligan, can you fix that terminal, I kinda feel bad now that I vaporized it, when we have so little, and I'm making it worse." Vince walked over to the still smoldering piece of metal.

" Oh, it'll be no problem, and I bet I can even find the reason for the mix up that we got on our hands, and fix this problem right up." Muligan headed towards the bay doors," I'll just be a little bit, trying to find the supplies we need. Hell, we have plenty of terminals, so don't feel bad Vince."

Vince nodded to him as he walked out of the bay. Gordon was standing over by the fighter, taking in the prowess that it radiated, and Vince sat back down behind the mobile terminal. He tried typing in a few manual overides, but nothing was working. That little, gamorean slug had completyly blocked Vince out of the system, and now with the ship being in the condition that it was, it couldn't automatically fix the problem, and someone else who knew what they were doing would have to.

" So, when are you gonna fly this thing, Vinny?" Gordon ran a hand across the lower wing.

" I'm not completly sure, but I'm hoping soon. I have to get clearance from Carl, and then it's off into the wild black yonder on a little mosey. Oh, and don't ever call me Vinny." Vince looked up at Gordon, cocking one eye.

" Oh well as far as I knew, there was this thing called 'The Chain of Command', and you're just an Ensign, and well I'm a LTJG, so you're just gonna have to deal with it…….. Vinny!" Gordon smirked and did a little dance.

" Look, just cause a computer says somthing, it doesn't make it true, now don't call me Vinny, or I'll have to kick your ass, and I do mean that." Vince popped his knuckles again.

" Ok, ok, I know what your sayin…….," Gordon walked to within a foot of Vince, then leaned towards him," Vinny, Vinny, VINNY!!!!!"

Vince lunged towards Gordon, but wasn't quite fast enough as the younger, smaller pilot took off across the Bay. Vince was in close pursuit, and reaching out, trying to grabb ahold of Gordon, and give him the butt kicking he deserved. Although they wouldn't be getting in an actual fight, Vince was still going to rough the smaller pilot up a bit, just for kicks.

Just as he grabbed ahold of Gordon, somthing felt different to him. He pulled gordon to him, and threw him to the ground. He started to flick him in the face, just picking on him for the most part, then the weird feeling came back again. Vince looked up and across the Sentinel's shuttlebay, trying to see what it was. He blinked, then opened his eyes again.

.:: Strange Shuttle Bay ::.

Vince stood up from the floor where Gordon was, and started to scan the area that he was in. The shuttle bay had changed literally in the blink of an eye, and he could believe it had happened. He turned to his left and saw the Wraith sitting in the shuttlebay, but it was in what appeared to be some type of coupling that had it siting in an upright position, ready for flight. Gordon stood next to Vince, fixing his hair after being tortured by the man that was more like a bigger brother, rather than a CO.

Vince looked back at him, then back out in the shuttlebay," Umm, Gordon, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore."

Gordon laughed, looking around himself," Yea, but this seems to be a lot prettier than Kansas, so I'm liking it."

" Computer, where are we?" Vince glanced over at the terminal on the wall.

" You are aboard the USS Hawking, Intrepid Class ship."

" Umm, ok, where is the Hawking right now?" Vince turned looking back at Gordon again.

" I'm sorry, you have been locked out of this system, and all technical questions can not be answered. If you need more information please report to the Captain……… Cadet Stryfe………."

Vince looked over at the terminal and shook his head. He looke dback at Gordon who was laughing at the computer's comment, then back at the terminal. He detached the phaser from his belt then pointed it at the terminal. Gordon didn't even try to convince Vince not to fire, as he was still laughing at him. The phaser wnet off, and echoed in the shuttle bay. And alarm was sounded, and Vince took a seat on one of the nearby crates.

When the shuttle bay doors came open, the security team found Vince and Gordon, sitting patiently on the crates. One of the team stepped up, pointing a phaser at Vince.

" I think you need to come with us, sir." The man stood firm in his place.

" Well as long as you're headed to wherever Captain Benjamin is, I'll gladly com along." Vince stood up and walked towards the doors.

As they were being escorted towards the Captian's Ready Room, Vince felt somthing inside his pocket, and he reached in to grab it. When he pulled his hand out the was a folded piece of paper in his hand. Gordon leaned over to see what is was as Vince opened it. When he had it opened, he stopped and shook his head, and started to laugh. Gordon stopped and reached out for the paper that Vince was holding out to him. When he grabbed it and had read it, he started to laugh to. The security team lead grabbed it and shook his head at what it said…

" Welcome to the Hawking, Mr. Stryfe….. Courtesy of your friendly neighborhood……….. Q!"
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Lieutenant J.G.
Vince T. Stryfe
Chief Helmsman
USS Hawking

" We learned your language from the World Wide Web." Optimus Prime - Transformers

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10-4-2007, 10:23:18 AM #18
T'maekh Khev
Chief of Operations
USS Hawking

Join Date: Oct 15, 2006
Posts: 33 Holodeck 1, Khev's lounge. Billy Idol singing "Rebel Yell" to an audience not entirely holographic. T'maekh had been successful in recruiting a few off-duty revelers who needed a good party to get over the crew's current slump, just like he had. Personal invitations had been sent out to everyone not currently on duty, a task not difficult for an operations officer, as he had a schedule of every one's shifts readily available from the ops station. No worries, as long as no one found out he had arranged this little soiree during his last shift.

Personally he hoped a certain female officer he had invited would attend, since she seemed to be avoiding him recently. He drown his thoughts in ale and let himself enjoy the music. "We Die Young" by Alice in Chains was the next tune in the lineup, and as he watched the people dance, he began feeling very lonely..and bored. I'm off for the next twelve hours, what the hell am I going to do? That was when he saw it, maybe it was sheer boredom, maybe the alcohol was an influence, but the small bottle flying across the room under it's own liquid propulsion spewing from the tail suddenly caught his eye. The same eye where that look began, that dangerous look what appeared in a man's eye when he was scheming something particularly deadly. The kind of look your buddy gets when he's about to do something incredibly stupid, in full awareness that he's probably going to wind up as a paraplegic soon after said devious plan was carried out. I'm gonna build a freaking rocket…right after this bottle.

After hastily ending the party, he began work on the thing that was either going to kill him, or totally get Cam to pay attention to him…and maybe Zora and that nurse Miller too….

Oh, yeah…
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10-3-2007, 05:28:28 PM #17
L'mek
Civilian Doctor
Megiddo Colony

Join Date: Oct 25, 2006
Posts: 16
After L’mek had finished a long shift on sick bay he decided to get some exercise in. it had been a long time since he worked out in a non life threatening or holodeck environment, the gym would be a good change of scenery. First he went to his room to get changed into his romulan workout clothes. On his way to the gym he could see the somberness on the faces of the crew from the aftermath of the Q. it was like he had left some sort of miasthma in his wake, draining the usual energy from the hawking and her crew.

When he arrived at the gym he saw three people practicing there fighting technique with each other. They where probably just beyond the point of being new at it. They where good, but not that good. L’mek walked to them and passed them a smile and asked, “ Would you gentlemen mind if I practiced my fighting technique on you? I would prefer three to one odds if that’s fine with you. I don’t mean to sound boastful but I do believe I can handle fighting the three of you at your level.” The three looked at each other and back at L’mek. Offended at the Romulans lack of respect of the fact they where training together and at the fact that he was so sure of himself that he would fight them three to one. And finally the fact that he was a doctor, with possibly no combat experience or training. “ Sure we’ll fight you.” The first one said. “But don’t think we’ll go easy on ya just cuz you’re a doctor.” L’mek still smiling said. “Good, I wouldn’t have it any other way.” then he took a Romulan fighting posture and his facial expression became one of a Romulan warrior.

As the three of them surrounded him in a triangle formation he flashed back to his training on Romulas. He was standing on a beach on the white sand with the cool breeze blowing across his face. His father looking on with pride and three Romulan honor guards surrounding him. One of them charged him and he was back in the gym of the Hawking, a human took the honor guards place but was charging in the exact same fashion. L’mek quickly ducked and threw the man in a fireman’s carry throw into another of the three. Then the third of the three tried a high round house kick but L’mek ducked again and caught himself with his right hand and kicked the man in the chest with his left foot. He got back into a vertical base to get caught from behind by the first man. The second came and started to punch him in the chest and stomach. In incredible amounts of pain L’mek head butted the man behind him, then he hopped off both feet and kicked the man punching him in the chest and got back on his feet. He then shook off the man holding him and elbowed him in the nose hard enough to knock him down but not hard enough to break anything. Then he went to the third man and hip tossed him to the ground still holding his arm L’mek put his fist one inch in front of the mans face. “ I believe that makes me the winner” L’mek said trying not to show the pain he was in from the shots to his midsection. The men helped each other up and walked to L’mek who let go of the third mans arm. “Good match,” the first man said. “Where did you learn to fight like that.” L’mek picked up the man on the floor and said.” from my fathers honor guards on Romulas. And thank you all for showing me that humans are not as weak as I had thought. In fact you are better than I had anticipated. I thought I would win without a scratch. Instead I got careless and almost lost. Thank you.”

He then left the gym and checked if any one was looking. The coast seamed to be clear. He then clutched his ribs in agony and leaned against a wall. “ Stupid Humans. I think they broke one of my ribs. But I think I’m placing blame in the wrong place. It was my fault for challenging them.” L’mek then stood to full height and walked to his room to shower up before going to sick bay to fix himself.
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10-3-2007, 04:52:07 PM #16
Harry Finn
Security Officer
USS Hawking

Join Date: Jun 27, 2007
Age: 44
Posts: 104
USS Hawking
Gymnasium, Deck 5
0120 Hours

The weights dropped into the socket with a reassuring clang. With luck, he figured he'd be wasted enough to sleep through most of the morning.

In his bunk.

Finn sat up on the bench, automatically wiping his face with a well-used towel. He was still having trouble accepting that he'd actually slept, and slept well (best rest he'd had in years, in fact) in the confines of Q's frigging coffin. Damn good thing Gorsky hadn't been around, Harry'd never have heard the end of it.

Anyway, he had a plan, now. Work himself to physical collapse, then hit the bunk. All he needed was four straight hours and then he had promised Scout he'd drop by the school with yet more yo-yo's, since the other kids were wanting some, too. He had a feeling Ms. Ibrahim was behind the idea, and he couldn't blame her. The kids could use something to focus on besides being in the middle of nowhere; especially, who was it? Fentis. Two parents missing… well, on the Sentinel… but still, not here. Not where their kid needed them.

Rising from the bench, Harry was just reaching over to grab his kit, which included his light gloves and the holdout, when the room went, briefly, to black.


In the end, it was just Boyce and Edded in the gym. Obatu had agreed to rig the sensors and watch the door and insisted they wait another hour, just to be sure the place would stay empty.

Empty but for Finn, Killian thought, as he and the Bajoran engineer slid into the room and waited for Ajani to power down the sensors. When the lights went to black, they'd know it was time. A loud clanging from the weight room told them where the objective was and the two moved in that direction, sharing an anticipatory grin, neither willing to admit to anything so squeamish as nerves.

As they reached the entrance to the weight room, the lights blinked out.


Seeing who was waiting on the other side of the blackout, Harry sighed. He straightened, leaving his phaser where it lay with the gloves. Obviously, Boyce thought he needed to prove a point and damned if Harry'd make it easy on him.

"You looking for something?" he asked the two, casually holding the towel in one hand as the younger men approached.

"Just some payback," Boyce replied.

Harry watched the way they moved, heard the slightest lilt in Killian's voice. They'd had a few. Not enough to make this easy, but enough to even the odds. "Shit out of luck, there, kid. I'm not a bank."

They were in a triangle, now and it was only a question of who decided to bite the bullet first. Harry figured they could go on posturing like targ in the mating season for another ten minutes or so.

Which is why he took that moment to throw the towel in Edded's face and rush Boyce while the human watched the fabric fly at his backup.

One side-kick to the gut and a face-to-the-knee later and Boyce was laid out on the floor. Nothing too debilitating, just enough to keep him down.

Harry turned to the one-man posse and froze, going cold. "Are you insane?" he challenged the Bajoran engineer, who was now crouched, a slim knife in hand, looking more then ready to start playing 'gut the Security Grunt'. "So far this has just been stupid kid shit… how far down do you want to go?"

Edded shook his head, which was far more gone with drink than either of his friends had assumed. Right now, the tall officer, clad in workout grays was fading into the shape of a Cardassian camp guard and what better target could there be for a Bajoran's rage?

"Whoa… Towak…" Killian was hauling himself up, "Calm down, man."

"Stay out of it, Boyce," was his friend's terse reply as he dove at the older man… swiping in and back with practiced quickness, missing the target by centimeters as Finn ducked left.

"Should I call Security?" Boyce asked, holding his blooded nose.

"You heard him, Boyce," Harry hissed, jumping back from another viciously fast attack, "stay out of it."

Eyes on the Bajoran's, the human kept his own center low, waiting for the next cue, the next thrust, the next…

Edded jumped in for a third strike and this one he committed to, which let Harry take the chance, and it was a chance, to sidestep left, swipe the attacking arm away and, holding that offending limb tight, bring his own left elbow into a roundhouse at the young man's cheek, snapping that same elbow backwards into the drunken kid's nose.

While Edded reeled, Finn brought the knife-bearing arm down over his knee in a wrist-breaking action and was rewarded by the blade clattering to the deck. The threat was still standing, though, and in his current state, that meant still a danger. One palm strike beneath the ear put the Bajoran out on the floor.

Harry went to reclaim the towel as Boyce raced over to his fallen comrade. "Finn," he was saying, "I'm sorry… I didn't… I wanted.. not …"

Sitting heavily on the weight bench, Finn pressed the towel to his gut, "Save it, Boyce, I was young and stupid, once." He nodded to the unconscious Edded, "For now, you just get him to sickbay. He's drunk, you're mostly drunk, they'll buy any story you cook up. Just don't bring me into it."

When that drew a gaping stare he snapped, "Dammit, Killian, you think I want you in the brig? Either of you? Now? Look at us, we are all alone on the ass-end of the galaxy, no one to rely on but each other. And that includes civilians… it includes the woman you were talking trash about this afternoon, who is just one of the people depending on us to get them home. Remember that, get him to sickbay and we'll all go on like this never happened. Savvy?"

Towak was groaning to wakefulness so Killian followed orders, got his shoulder under his friend's arm and started leading him out of the room. At the weight room's entrance, he glanced back, "You do pretty good for an old Security guy," he said with a small, a very small, grin.

"How do you think I got to be an old Security guy?" Finn asked, then waved them away.

When the room was clear, he pulled the towel away and checked the damage. A lot of red on the towel… it was a long slice, but shallow. He'd have to hit sickbay himself, which sucked, but if he waited a few hours, he could probably pass it off as an accident. Wincing, he rose to clean up the evidence and started to think of what kind of accident could cause a fifteen centimeter slice across the abdomen.
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10-3-2007, 01:48:57 PM #15
Harry Finn
Security Officer
USS Hawking

Join Date: Jun 27, 2007
Age: 44
Posts: 104
USS Hawking
Xander’s Bar
1230 Hours (Day 0+2)

“He did what?”

Killian Boyce leaned over the table, “He went space-shit all over me because I mentioned what a hot piece ‘Doctor’ Schaeffer was.. you know… over there,” leaning back, the apprentice took a swig of his Guinness before continuing, “Obviously the old fart has a thing for her,” not that Killian blamed him… real or not, he’d never forget…

“Hmph,” Obatu snorted into his cup, “Never got to find out, myself.” Not that he was bitter or anything, having spent his alternate existence stuck in sickbay, watching the experiments and cleaning up the… evidence… after. The business had left him with little appetite for what might have been considered the finer aspects of a piratical existence.

No, not bitter at all.

“I don’t know about Finn having a ‘thing’,” Edded commented, watching the room as he spoke, “But he sure doesn’t mind pushing his weight around. Got between Jacobs and Regan fast enough…" and since Edded Towak had hoped to get some payback from a Cardassian, any Cardassian, it had been deeply disappointing when the prickly Security officer had stepped in with some fairly visceral warnings and apparently successful counseling. The bubbling feud that had been brewing went cold in less than a week.

Boyce raised his glass to that comment, "Pushing me around, you mean. Tossed me in the brig for starters, now this?" He took a healthy swig, "If he weren't sleeping, I swear, I'd be tempted to do some shoving of me own."

The other two ignored the unique characteristic Mr. Boyce had of becoming extremely Irish when inebriated.

"I doubt he is asleep," Obatu commented. When the other two looked at him, Ajani shrugged, "Gorsky was talking. He says that Finn does not sleep well at all. Most nights he runs a course through the ship, or goes to work out in the gym. If not that, then he is in the mess, reading most of the night."

Eyes scanning the crowded bar, Towak tapped his combadge, =^=Computer, locate Cadet Harry Finn.=^= he requested, quietly.

=^=Cadet Harry Finn is currently located in the gymnasium on Deck 5.=^=

Boyce looked at Edded, then back to Obatu, "I don't know about you boys," he said, "but I've been feeling a bit… out of shape, lately. Maybe it's time I took some exercise." He started to rise.

"Wait," Ajani hissed, "we can't. There are sensors, and he is a superior officer!"

"We're engineer's aren't we?" Killian replied anger and alcohol boiling over in his blood, "Easy enough to fool the sensors. And, as to the other, he may be an officer, but he has yet to prove he's my superior."
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10-3-2007, 11:18:11 AM #14
Javier Costala
Engineer
USS Hawking

Join Date: Sep 15, 2006
Location: USS Hawking
Age: 25
Posts: 108
::Firing Range::

Javier placed the case on the table beside the other weapons. "There are phaser rifles and some handhelds which I'm sure you're familiar with from the Academy. There's also a TR-116 sniper rifle," he explained, pointing to the projectile weapon. "Generally only trained snipers use those, and because my specialty was demolitions I never really put my time into practicing with it. I can use it and I can teach you how but it takes quite a bit of training. Staff Sergeant Mrad and Gunnery Ser..er Lieutenant Okuda were the sniper instructors for our platoon but they never got around to training me..probably didn't think I had the patience for it," Javier admitted. And they would have been right…who wants to wait hours for one perfect shot when you can hammer off a few hundred rounds?

"I did have an XM-8 but lost it on the planet of the killer robots. Captain Foster owes me a marine rifle," he said in a matter of fact tone. "Although that will be one debt I'll probably never get to collect." He popped the latches on the small case and flipped the top open. He took a pistol from the case, then retrieved a magazine from the side of the case and inserted the clip of .40 caliber projectiles into the handle of the weapon. Javier also took a power cell from the case and attached it to the front of the weapon, just below the barrel. To anyone not familiar with the weapon it might have looked like a hand cannon.

"This is the JK-9 projectile/phaser marine sidearm," the engineer explained, "I brought it with me when I left Delta Platoon." Javier made sure the pistol was safed then handed it to T'Shaini. "If Master Gunnery Sergeant Cassidy ever finds out I took it, he'll skin me alive," he said, "so lets keep its existence a secret."

"Well, I will not be the one to tell him." T'Shaini turned the weapon over in her hands admiringly. "I have never seen anything quite like it." Carefully handing it back to Javier, she reached out for the TR-116. Almost mesmerized by the rifles lines, T'Shaini lifted it from its case, checked the safety and the load, and after nodding at the full clip, looked up to Javier and tipped her head toward the range. "Shall we?"

He put the pistol on the table and frowned at T'Shaini. "Okay, how long have you known how to use a TR-116 or a sniper rifle for that matter?" Javier inquired. He had watched the counselor familiarize herself with the weapon. She had known how to check its magazine and firing status without any instruction. Her hands gripped the rifle almost as if by second nature. "Did you learn that at the Academy too?" Javier asked sarcastically, knowing full well that they didn't teach advanced weapons at the institution.

The smile slid from her face. Oh. "My father, well, my entire family was part of the Vulcan High Command Security Force. Growing up, learning how to handle a weapon came a close second to learning how to read." She lifted one shoulder in a shrug. "I was rather a disappointment…" A sharp exhale punctuated her next thought. "Not that they did not support my choices, it was just difficult for them to understand." A slight shift from foot to foot was the only thing that betrayed her. "I am sorry if my not sharing this before has damaged your opinion. It has been so long that I take it for granted, and when I realized just now, that you did not know, I suppose I was looking forward for a chance to surprise you."

"Damaged my opinion?" Javier repeated, half sarcastic and half amused. "Why would that have damaged my opinion?" Now it was his turn to sigh. "It is a surprise. I'm not concerned about whether you can use the sniper rifle better than myself, pretty much everyone can do that. What puzzles me is why I have to learn about you or your past in bits and pieces. I think I've been honest with you about my past.." The engineer frowned as he realized, How she chooses to share her past is up to her ultimately. You may not like it…I don't like it. Perhaps there is a good reason why, she did say she was considered something of a disappointment to her family. Perhaps it is embarassing to her?

His hand covered hers as it cradled the barrel of the rifle and he squeezed T'Shaini's hand in reassurance. "I think it's cool that my super-hot Vulcan girlfriend is a trained sniper," Javier told her, while wondering if he had been around Captain Benjamin too long. "You're not a disappointment to me either," he said as he moved closer to her, the rifle buffeted between them, "I think you're the best thing since German Chocolate cake."

She leaned over and kissed him on the nose, too charmed to speak for a moment. Then leaned her forehead on top of his and looked into his eyes. "Can we go shoot things now?"

The smile that started in Javier's eyes soon spread to his entire face. "Yes, then afterwards can we.." Javier leaned close to T'Shaini's ear and whispered the request into it.

"Why yes, yes we can."

Submission by the writing conglomeration of T'Shavier
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10-3-2007, 11:11:20 AM #13
Javier Costala
Engineer
USS Hawking

Join Date: Sep 15, 2006
Location: USS Hawking
Age: 25
Posts: 108
::Corridor outside of the Armory::

He walked along the corridor with a small black case under his arm. Javier had stopped by his quarters and dug the case out of the bottom of his duffelbag. It had been there since his transfer to the Hawking yet he had never removed it. The contents of the case and its place among his possesions represented a choice. It was a choice he had made a few months before when Javier had left the marines. He had put away all the things that linked him to the SFMC, thinking that part of his life was over. The problem was there were some things that couldn't be put away like an old photo, that you didn't want to look at anymore, because it brought back memories of a different time. No matter how hard one tried to distance one's self from the past, parts of it leaked through in actions, thoughts and in the simple process of being.

The engineer smiled as he thought about how much his life had changed aboard the Hawking, rounding the corner Javier caught a glimpse of T'Shaini waiting for him just outside the armory. Excellent changes. the former marine thought. "How are you today?" Javier asked T'Shaini, while checking to make sure the hallway was clear. Upon finding no occupants, Javier let his arms slip around the Vulcan woman and pulled her in for a kiss. Pulling back after a few seconds of bliss, he asked again, "So how are you?"

It still took her by surprise, how quickly her point of view could be changed by his presence. "Mmm, rather well. I was having difficulty expunging the cares of the day, but I think this will serve admirably. I have not fired a phaser in quite some time, some practice is in order, made all the more pleasurable by your company."

"The Academy was the last place? Or have you had practice since then?" he asked as he released her took the small black metal case from under his arm.

The corner of her mouth quirked upward as she realized she had not told him of her family and their 'pastime'. "Oh, I have had some practice since the Academy, not as much as I should have…but some."

"It's good to stay in practice," Javier replied, at the same time wondering exactly why T'Shaini would have been practicing with phasers. For a moment he entertained the idea that she had been testing the skills she had 'learned' in the Qniverse, then he remembered how revolted she had been by that persona and put the idea aside. "Not as much as you should have? Is that a requirement for a counselor? Meditation and phaser practice in balanced amounts." the engineer kidded.

A smile blossomed on her face. "Yes, quite. Balance in all things." Noticing the case by Javier's side. "I was going to suggest we retrieve weapons from the armory, but it looks as if you brought your own?"

"It's a surprise," Javier replied, offering no further information but noticing the smile she gave him. "And I like that smile, it's a welcome response." He started to lean in to kiss her smiling lips but resumed his distance as Javier heard the sound of conversation in the corridor. "Shall we?" he asked indicating the armory doors. T'Shaini nodded and he followed her into the armory.

JP by T'Shaini & Javier
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10-3-2007, 11:03:08 AM #12
T'Shaini
Chief Counselor
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Join Date: Oct 24, 2006
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Feet in the air and balanced on her forearms T'Shaini was attempting to breathe….just breathe. It had been a long, long day of attempting to assist the crew gather together the scattered pieces of the psyche after Q had done his best to break them down. How did he manage to coordinate resources to unravel so many lives at one time. Wobbling as the thought crossing her mind displaced her balance she focused on her breathing yet again. Well, for the most part people have started to turn their attention forward to what they should be grateful about in this universe…existence. Once again having to regain her center she emptied her mind of thought. I simply CANNOT imagine why he would think to disrupt so many lives on such and intimate level…and why will he NOT refer to me by my name? The last thought shattering her concentration completely T'Shaini's feet pedaled for a moment in mid air before they came to the floor with perhaps a louder thud than she would have liked.

She sat for a moment with her legs out in front of her. Sometimes you need to know when to let it go. Perhaps something more cathartic was in order, and it would be an opportunity to witness Javier engaged in a task at which he excelled …from his marine training…

*shakes head*

=^=T'Shaini to Costala, care to meet me in the firing range?=^=

The days and nights had coalesced into one task for Javier and the others in Engineering…fixing the goddamn warpcore. Not that a diety or any form of damnation had anything to do with it malfunctioning, but it made the engineers feel better when they referred to it in such a manner. The team had been pulling double shifts, doing countless diagnostic tests, aligning and re-aligning plasma injectors, replacing power relays, reconfiguring the shielding on the warp containment field, and cursing but nothing had worked. At some point they knew the entire warp propulsion system would have to be dismantled and gone over with a fine tooth comb or hyperspanner, but no one felt like being the zealot that would suggest such an undertaking. In truth they could only accomplish a task of that magnitude if they pulled into a starbase and had time to kill.

Thus Petty Officer Second Class Javier Costala found himself crawling along the inside of one of the pylons that attached the main body of the Hawking to the starboard nacelle. He had drawn the short straw. The task was to asses whether some irregularity within the Bussard Collectors was effecting the warp core. The assignment had seemed idiotic when the acting chief, some PO1 with his head up his ass, had informed the shift about wanting it performed. Now it seemed as if it was a well-calculated plan to get Javier out of Engineering.

I drew the first straw..the short one and he said, 'Too bad Costala, looks like you get the job.' Nobody else even drew a straw. the engineer thought with a shake of his head. Oh well at least this shift is over once I get back.. His commbadge chirped and Javier responded with: =^=You know you can call me Javier right?=^=

T'Shaini wrinkled her nose at her commbadge, then realized the futility of an action that he could not see. =^=And in person I will be happy to do so…=^= Perhaps his shift was not yet over, she knew that a great deal of the crew had extra duty. =^=Are you able to meet? Or is there a better time?=^=

=^=There's no time like the present..but I still don't know which Costala you are referring to..there's so many of us here.=^= Javier teased, since he was alone inside the crawl space. =^=Perhaps you could be more specific about which Costala you want to meet you?=^=

=^=Well I see by the crew manifest that there is only one Costala in engineering, but if you need me to be more specific I can describe physical attributes…=^=

=^=Go right ahead. I've got all the boys here and we'll just have to do a little compare and contrast to see whose…=^=

Bluff called. =^=Javier…Javier Costala…Petty Officer Second Class Javier Costala, would you care to meet me at the firing range.=^=

=^=I would love to. I'll meet you there in ten minutes. Javier out.=^= the engineer said with a smile as he closed the channel. Javier grabbed the side of the ladder, jammed his feet against the sides and slid down the rest of the way.

Javier and T'Shaini TAG TEAM!
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10-3-2007, 12:09:09 AM #11
Anthony Trann
Security Officer
USS Hawking

Join Date: Apr 29, 2007
Posts: 50 Anthony flipped the omelete, the yellow substanece flew in the air, then landed back in his pan.
"This is useless, foolish needs you have, Dump the food in the can and get it replicated" Screamed Sarjek, such was his Scream Anthony's head began to throb with pain, as if he had a headache. Ignoring his alter-ego he slid the omelete off the pan and onto the plate, he checked his whatch, 1400, another hour till duty, 3 hours of sleep. He wraped the omelete up, placed it into a paper bag and bit into it, then walked out the front door.

A thrity minute walk saw him at his post for the day, luckily, it was the armoury, and that ment tinkering with weapon modulations, which was a plus for Anthony.
He was suprised his Alter Ego hadn't began screaming…
it just did, and Anthony ignored.
He walked into the room, sat down, looked around for his secret Magazine collection and sat down.
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Thanks for the Sig Nathan!

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10-2-2007, 05:17:44 PM #10
Harry Finn
Security Officer
USS Hawking

Join Date: Jun 27, 2007
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USS Hawking
Forward Torpedo Launch Control - Deck 10
1843 Hours (Day 0+1)

He’d been right. Torpedo maintenance it was. Though not as he’d expected. The internal power surges during the wormhole transition had fried enough circuitry that Engineering had to take a hand. All Finn needed to do was stare at various control panels and say ‘yes’ or ‘no’ depending on whether a specific function was enabled. It only got itchy when the the systems flashed briefly in what could best described as a ‘maybe’.

Dull but, could be worse. Could be a bartender on the ship of the damned. And there was always the distraction of speculating on the new officer they’d acquired from Sentinel… talk about working in Neverland!

“Okay,” Killian Boyce crawled out of the access tube where he’d been getting up close and personal with the weapons’ circuits. “You’re good to go but I'd suggest running a diagnostic before you try to shoot anything.”

Already beginning, Harry was lost in thoughts of how the Hawking had used a significant amount of its ordnance during the battle with the Avaaru. What torpedoes remained would have to be used sparingly for the foreseeable future. After those were gone, they’d be down to phasers and oh, rocks?

Closing up the hatch, Boyce commented, “Gotta tell ya’, Finn, way some of those boards lit up, reminded me of the one time I scored with Schaeffer…”

The temperature of the room dropped about 15 degrees, celsius but Killian was too hot on the trail of reminiscence to notice. “Well, over in Q-ville, I mean. Dude, you wanna hear about a dark ride… and this one had all the right curves…”

“As a matter of fact, I don’t,” Harry commented quietly as Boyce rose to find himself in the shadow of Finn.

When had he moved?

The engineer cleared his throat, “Well, hell, Finn, not like half the crew didn’t take the ride when they had the chance…”

“I said, I don’t want to hear about it. Ever. Matter of fact,” Harry increased the ‘loom’ factor by another ten percent, “You’d be best off spacing those particular thoughts before they cause you all kinds of trouble.”

But now Boyce was getting riled, too. “Why? It’s not like it ever really happened, right? No one ever really did Kerrin… Q just made them think they were all over and under…”

In a heartbeat Boyce was against the bulkhead, an arm across his throat and a Security officer in his face, “Because it’s inappropriate. Because you wear the uniform and will therefore keep to the code of conduct. And you can add to that,” and the arm pushed the engineer farther back, eliciting a short, gagging sound, “because I don’t like it.”

“Is there a problem, here?” Harry looked to the room’s entrance, where Vanona Hawthorn now stood, wearing her authority like battle armor.

Harry stepped back, allowing Killian's feet to hit the floor.

The crewman threw Harry one venomous look before crouching to collect his tools. “No, LT, we were just…” Boyce’s voice gave out, going kind of raspy and he tugged at his collar.

“Having a debate on etiquette,” Finn completed the explanation, his own voice achieving a searing level of cold. “Do’s and… don’ts.” He crossed back to the main console before continuing, “Mr. Boyce has given us an all-clear on the launch mechs,” he added, returning to the business at hand.

“Very well. Thank you for your time, Mr. Boyce”, Hawthorn dismissed the crewman. As soon as the bruised and angry engineer had left the room, she looked at her subordinate. “Finn, you are a good officer, and your dedication to duty is… impressive,” she began.

“But?” Harry looked at Enneking’s 2IC and shrugged, “I can spot a well-aimed ‘but’ a kilometer off,” he added.

Vanona offered a small smile in return, “But, your ability to make enemies is just as impressive, and much less useful."

Harry threw her a look, "This from the half-Klingon?"

"You might consider this a case of 'been there, done that…"

”Sold the complete line of BS," Harry capped his own quotation. "Right. I'll… take it under advisement."

Amusement gone, Hawthorn stepped into Harry’s space, “I only say this for your protection… Harry…” she used his given name to emphasize her point, “You cannot allow anger to rule your actions. Not with idiots like Boyce and never with Lieutenant Enneking. He is a good officer….”

“Who can't get past my past…" or lack of one.

“And he values you," she continued on as if he hadn't spoken. "Hill was not the only member of Security to see your worth, Harry. Many of us believe you have much to offer. It would be a great loss if you were to spend the rest of your time on this vessel in maintenance… or the brig."

Harry let out a hiss of a sigh before looking away from the Tactical officer, "Thanks," he said, uncomfortably, "That.. helps," he said to the telemetry that ran across the screen.

For a moment he was afraid she'd try to continue the pep talk-slash-warning-slash-personal moment but, with a small sigh of her own, Hawthorn turned and exited the chamber, leaving Harry alone with his data and whatever thoughts he might allow to surface.
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10-2-2007, 04:43:00 PM #9
Torrik Nils
Chief Science Officer
USS Hawking

Join Date: Apr 25, 2006
Age: 27
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:: USS Hawking ::
:: Main Shuttlebay ::

The shuttlecraft Vespucci was quiet. Nestled in the shuttlebay of Hawking, it was a small slice of home that Nils could enjoy without the pressure of a new crew breathing down his neck. The bonus of having an actual task to accomplish made it that much more enjoyable for the solitary Bajoran.

“Computer, patch us into Hawking’s main and cross reference Sentinel’s star charts with what we have here,” he said tapping up a working version of astrometrics.

Working, the computer responded.

Nils was due to meet with his current Captain and First Officer considering their location in the vast galaxy, and he wanted to have something to bring to the table. Not to mention he found this sort of work rather soothing. Getting transported through the bowels of space, having one’s girlfriend near death, and getting stored in a transporter buffer for days on end had the tendency to unnerve him, so he needed the soothing.

Another reason he felt compelled to be ahead of the game was that he bore much of the responsibility for losing Hawking in the first place. It has been he and Ensign Francis who’d come up with the procedure and calculations to rip a whole in the Avaaru wormhole and create a slipstream for travel. At the time, nailing down a terminus for their journey had been a minor concern.

The computer whirred and chirped while it compiled the data he’d collected and he took a moment for meditation. Their situation was indeed far from what he’d anticipated for this stage in his career. Being ripped from one’s home ship and transplanted on a new much more crowded ship had shaken up his existence. He intended to keep himself busy with any duty the Captain saw fit to toss his way, but only until they could find a way back to Sentinel. Despite the fact that they were one big happy fleet, this was not his ship.

An attention grabbing beep drew Nils back to the moment. The computer had analyzed and reorganized the separate pieces of data at hand and worked them into a working model of where in space the Hawking landed.

Determining their relative distance from galactic center was easy enough, but the data was so scattered that anything else was going to be icing on that astrometric cake. Exploration generally worked by tracking stars long range and as you passed them. This created a sort of “trail of crumbs” while space was mapped. The slipstream had skipped this part of the procedure and dumped them on the far end of the gamma quadrant with no bearing on where they’d been or where they were.

Fortunately, this sort of work was what motivated Nils. He enjoyed it more than any being should. And as time progressed and he worked out some of the formations visually he was able to determine with relative certainty their general location in the galaxy. He transferred his findings to his PADD with the intention of determining a safe route back to their assigned space the next day.

As he stood to leave a sense of doom overcame him. The ship seemed massive to him and he was still overwhelmed by the sheer number of beings aboard. He opted to spend a little more time alone and unpacked the data he’d just put away.

“Computer, play Tor Jolan’s Ha’dara,” he said, leaning back in his chair. The music flooded the cabin. After relaxing for a moment and allowing the symphony to wash over him he put himself back to the task of cartography. Vespucci had become his safe haven.
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Lieutenant Torrik Nils
Chief of Science, USS Hawking

"We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time."
-T.S. Eliot


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10-2-2007, 04:17:33 PM #8
T'Shaini
Chief Counselor
USS Hawking

Join Date: Oct 24, 2006
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There is perhaps nothing else so distinctive of the condition and character of a people as the method in which they treat their dead.
- William Tegg, 1876

Dedicated Lab 1138

Finally having some peace and quiet in the lab with Alex helping out in engineering, Kerrin took some time to gather her research on the funerary practices of different cultures. One of her post graduate degrees had been centered around how the mummification process of the Akiriti were remarkably similar to that of the Ancient Terran Egyptians. Now she had discovered a species in the Gamma Quadrant who looked to have an identical burial ritual to that of the Toraja in Indonesia. Considering that was the most complex funerary practice she had ever come across, this was something to build a reputation on. Pity they were no longer IN the Gamma Quadrant. Or at least she didn't think so.

As she pulled up images of the tau tau of the Toraja to compare with the effigies of the Akiriti, Kerrin found her mind wandering to the conversation she had been witness to the previous evening. Harry had been killed. Had been killed…by Pev. Little happy go lucky Pev. Inconceivable.

Her fingers traced the image of the tau tau as she reflected that, as in the common rituals of the Akiriti and the Toraja, the common ground between this life and the one manufactured by Q….was a yen for Harry Finn.

Pay no attention to the Vulcan behind the curtain
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10-2-2007, 10:08:59 AM #7
T'Shaini
Chief Counselor
USS Hawking

Join Date: Oct 24, 2006
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The mess hall was only a quarter full at mid-Alpha shift. Of that small number, most carried the numb, vacant expressions earned in the aftermath of any battle, even days later, as repairs were made, absent friends mourned and the added twist of Q at the eleventh hour slowly assimilated.

It was just that twist, spiraling all the way to a corkscrew, which had sent Alex Gorsky searching for the ship's Counselor. He'd scored when the computer had revealed her presence in the mess since he, like pretty much everyone else on board, hadn't taken much time for meals the past 48 and he was frigging starving. He'd been planning to inhale a sandwich in his quarters but what he'd found there was - well - it was what had sent him looking for Lieutenant T'Shaini. And there she was, mid-room, contemplating the secrets of a dark-brown mug, a plate of untouched food resting on the table in front of her.

First things first, then. Gorsky made a quick run by the replicator to snag a chicken sandwich and coffee (dear, blessed brew of the gods) which would, hopefully, keep him going another shift. Taking his tray to where the Vulcan sat, he plopped down without a thought, "Hey, Tee," he began then backtracked as realities collided.

"Shit.. no… wait… sorry, I meant, T'Shaini… Lieutenant. Ahh, is it okay.. I'm just… may I…?"

Pulling herself away from the pictures in her head reflected on the surface of her coffee, she smiled at Alex. Her day had been filled with crewmembers still reeling from the 'Q incident', why should the mess hall be any different. "Tee is fine, there is no offense taken. There are few echoes from…there, that are pleasant. Knowing you better is certainly one of them."

Relieved, Alex ducked his head, feeling more shy with this T'Shaini's openness than he had with the other, far more reserved, version. "Yeah, well, it's about… there… that I needed to talk to you." He glanced about the room, making sure they had relative privacy before leaning over his sandwich to ask, "Have you spoken with Harry, lately? I'm… okay, sounds dorky, but I'm sort of worried about him. He's acting kinda weird."

Wondering what would constitute weird in Alex's opinion she looked around as well, not quite sure what they were looking for. "How so?"

"Well, for starters, I was just by our quarters, and he was sleeping." And anyone who knew Finn knew that, for him, sleeping was something that happened to other people.

"Well, I for one, would consider that a good thing." T'Shaini responded, even more confused.

Alex nodded, while T'Shaini lifted her cup to take a sip, "Yeah, but, thing is… he's sleeping in the coffin."

Coffee sprayed across the table. "Oh, I am terribly sorry." She mopped ineffectively at the crewmember she had coated liberally with her beverage. When they had huffed away she turned back to Alex. "Really sleeping in the coffin?"

"Wouldn't make this up, Tee," Gorsky said. "I mean, the lid's.. open.. but he's in there. Scared the crap out of me… thought I'd walked into another one of Q's…" he shook it off, "Whatever. Look, he says… he told me it was a souvenir, from Q, right? So I'm thinking, great, we space it or take a phaser to it or something but no, he wants to hang onto the thing. Already strange but… come on… this is… this is seriously whacked." He gave up trying to explain the extreme freakishness of the situation and wolfed down a bite of his, he soon realized, coffee-sprayed sandwich. "Eeeyuck."

T'Shaini's skin flushed a darker shade first with the mention of Q's souvenir's then again at the sandwich that had been caught in the destruction. "Hmm, he has yet to see me since the arrival of the gifts." She raised one eyebrow at Alex. "I sincerely doubt you wish for me to approach him regarding it…" A vigorous shake of his head had her continue. "what do you wish me to do?"

Alex leaned his elbows on the table then his head on his raised hands, "I don't know. I just thought, maybe, he'd told you what happened over there," he looked up, the bleariness of the past day and a half catching up, "what the damned casket means… why he's more…" he hesitated because, in the end, he didn't know how much the Counselor knew of Finn. More than he? Less? Harry was a complex code and Alex had yet to break through the firewall. "He seems more obsessive… driven, now. Than before. That is." Lame, Gorsky

Looking away, over the room, he saw Dr. Schaeffer enter the mess. He almost waved but she hadn't seen him and he didn't feel up to shouting.

Her gaze following Alex's she tipped her head to the side as she watched Kerrin Schaeffer cross the room. "Hmmm."

Alex turned back to the Lieutenant, "Hmmm? What… 'hmmm'? What does that… what does 'hmmm' mean?"

The corners of her mouth turned up as she flicked a glance back to Alex. "I believe you know exactly what thought process that 'hmm' signified."

"Right, let's just pretend, for a second, that I'm not good with nuances… or communication… or… people…" Gorsky tried to explain his position of ignorance when T'Shaini inclined her head in the direction of the replicators, where Dr. Schaeffer, Kerrin, was placing an order. He opened his mouth to ask, once more, what the Counselor meant when his exhausted (and male) synapses caught up with current events. "Oh," he said, then closed his hanging jaw, "hmmm."

Guest starring Harry Finn as Alex Gorsky
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10-2-2007, 09:44:55 AM #6
Harry Finn
Security Officer
USS Hawking

Join Date: Jun 27, 2007
Age: 44
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USS Hawking
Gorsky/Finn Quarters
Stardate 607340.4
1021 Hours (Day Zero + 1)

Turning over for about the 88th time in the past half-hour and finding that, no, sleep wasn’t hiding over here, either, Harry sat up and leaned his head on his knees. The ghost of failures past kept dancing through his brain and frustratingly, its face kept changing.

He’s here.

But of course, he couldn’t be here. No one matching either of Acker’s descriptions had ever set foot on the Hawking. With the vessel now so far from known space, the freak couldn’t even send a message.

Nonetheless, he had.

One must be so careful, these days

Checking the chrono over the desk, he saw that he had just over four hours before he had to rise for duty on the Beta shift.

Duty. Right. With the current temperature of his relations with Enneking, he’d be lucky to pull tube maintenance.

He made to lie down again when the words of Samantha Quincy, Scout’s mother, popped up like a sadistic jack-in-a-box. Harry Finn… that name sounds so familiar…

Of all the kids in all the starships, he had to save…be saved by… whatever…the daughter of a reporter. Hopefully the woman would be satisfied with ‘it’s a very common name’ and leave it at that.

Frustrated, he turned to get out of bed and his foot thumped the latest addition to the room’s decor. Once he’d emitted the requisite epithets, Harry remained on the bunk, staring at the slight gleam off of the gilded wood, ruddy from the light of the chronometer. Without even thinking, his hand started running over the cool, smooth exterior.

It wasn’t real. It never happened.

He’d been getting through the hours since their return with the mantra but then Q, being Q, had felt the need to drop off a few ‘souvenirs’… the final ‘nyah, nyah’ from the overbearing being.

Harry’s hand slid towards the edge, began to lift the lid.

It was empty, he knew that. Had checked with a tricorder before even daring to open it, the first time.

He should get rid of it.

But, he thought, as the top lifted smoothly up and away from the satin-lined interior, it creeped Gorsky out and for the moment, that in itself was amusing enough to retain the prop.

The lid stopped at the zenith and held.

Are you comfortable in there, Finn?

Harry stared at the receptacle.

He should get rid of it.
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10-2-2007, 08:42:06 AM #5
Nolan Marc
Chief of Security
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Quote:
Captain's Personal Log Stardate 60734.4
We emerged from the slipstream yesterday into an uncharted area of space. Not only that, but I guess we had a run in with Q. I don't remember a whole lot of it, but many of the crew are still feeling the effects of his alternate reality. Probably going to be a lot of work for T'Shaini on the way back to Megiddo. Khev told me tonight that it will take about five months at High Warp to get back. But I was thinking that all the brass is going to do is keep putting us on these stupid missions that they want to do. "Go chase down Carl Foster." Or mediate a dispute someplace, or some other thing. So I think we'll take the long way back. And maybe while we're out here, we can finally do some exploring. I'm going down to Astrometrics tommorow morning with Pev and Lieutenant Torrik to work out a course. Other than a few scratches and some fried ODN conduits and Gel Packs, we're in good shape. We can pretty much stay out here as long as we want to.

.: USS Hawking :: Astrometrics Lab :: Deck 8 :.
0700 Hours (Day Zero +1)

The astrometrics lab was dark and quiet when the doors whisked open, emitting a slightly dishelveled young Captain. Just coming from his morning run on the holodeck, Nathan had not been back to his quarters to change. The plan, such as it was, had been to stop off for a while and plot with Pev, and then tour the ship. Of course he'd go and shower, possibly get into uniform before he did the latter, but for an informal meeting the boy saw no need. It was still rather early, and the teen commander was one of the few people out and about, and certainly the first to access the Astrometrics lab.

"Computer, Lights." He ordered as the doors closed behind him. After the room was illuminated, Nathan made the short trip to the upper deck when the large domed starmap dominated the round upper section of the lab. Stopping at one of the consoles, the tow headed young captain keyed in a few commands, bringing the Large map in front of him to life. Immediatly, the foreign stars of this region were displayed. and as he searched those stars in the relative silence of the early morning, he couldn't help but feel invigorated. In those stars lay exactly what the boy had signed on for. The unknown. Adventure. A chance to expand his people's understanding of their Galaxy. The concept to some might seem ovewhelming, but the thought brought a smile to the teen's face.

"To Go Boldly Where No Man Has Gone Before."

That phrase, the very same one that was etched into the bridge plaque of the five historic vessels named Enterprise, echoed in Nathan's mind as he gazed out into the stars. Was this what Kirk felt like on that first five year mission? Well, aside from all the false memories, total displacement, and being utterly alone in an area of space that no one had ever seen before. Who knew what they'd encounter? New species? New phenomenon? The possibilities were infinite. The boy barely noticed the time as he stood in front of the map, arms crossed and craning his neck in order to see the top of the room where several promising clusters hinted at life bearing planets.

"Enjoying the view?" a young voice asked, as the doors opened behind the teenage captain revealing a similarly tow-headed young boy who stepped into the room wearing a familiar, if unconventional, uniform. It was a design that Lien Marc had tailored to suit himself when he'd been onboard the Presidio, with the uniform jacket and trousers replaced instead by a set of overalls over a short-sleeved version of the uniform shirt. There weren't many in Starfleet to whom such a juvenile outfit suited, except of course those few juveniles in the service of Starfleet. Or attempted to, anyway. After everything that had happened involving the Sentinel, Nolan wasn't exactly certain whether he'd be able to continue serving or not. But, in the meantime, the stack of padds under his arm would seem to hint that he was at least interested in helping out however he could since finding himself onboard the Hawking.

Hearing the boy's greeting, Nathan turned from his perch and peered down into the workstation area. The teen nodded to the boy as he stepped down from the raised enclave. "Hey. I guess the early bird gets the worm huh?" He laughed as he approached the boy. Upon further inspection, Nathan noticed that he was wearing Lien's old customized uniform. "Planning on working or something?"

In response, the boy held up the stack of padds. "Data from the Sentinel's sensors that was in our shuttle's databanks," the youth explained. "Torrik was going to see if we had anything to add to your starcharts, but I think he has some other things to do right now so I figured I'd hop down and just start sorting through the information to see if any of it is different from what you have," he added with a shrug. It wasn't like he had anything to be doing. Especially with the ship's kids in school.

"Oh.. yeah." Nathan nodded. "The tSudaire gave us some starcharts. But none of then came this far out. Judging by the map over there, we're about five Ks from anything on those charts. He turned back toward the stairs and motioned for the hybrid youth to follow him. "There are several systems around here that might be worth checking out though." He explained as the two of them climbed up to the upper deck. "Some of them even have warp activity in and around them."

"We may still be inside of space accessible by the Avaaru," Nolan noted somberly, craning his neck to look up at Benji. "How has your security officer modified the tactical sensors to detect their subspace wormholes? Or have they?" the boy asked. Another run-in with the Avaaru was high on Nolan's list of things to not do again. Along with getting sucked down under space anomalies and playing starship skipping stones down a slipstream.

"We're still looking at that." Nathan answered, his eyes turned up to the cluster of stars that he'd been looking at before the young hybrid had joined him. "Hopefully we won't be around their space long enough to run into them again." He pointed upward, indicating the cluster. "Those formations up there have got to have some class M planets in there someplace. They're about a week away at Warp six or seven." the Hawking's young CO leaned back against the railing, bringing his gaze down to meet Nolan's. "Problem is, we can't DO seven right now." He finished with a shrug.

"Well, I suppose we ought to just be thankful for warp six then," Nolan chimed with a bemused smile as he looked up at Benji.

"Nope. Can't get them above three." Nathan replied evenly. "The engineers are down there working double shifts to get the engines back up to speed, but we've been having fluxuations in the magnetic containment fields since we emerged. We're staying put for a day or two so the engineers can keep them offline while they run repairs. All the other departments are taking inventory of people and equipment too. We lost about a dozen crew and officers either to the Sentinel, or the Slipstream, or Q."

The boy gave a sigh, holding out the padds as he stated, "I could lend a hand down there if you wanted me to. I have all of Vo and Lien's memories from having been an engineer but…" The boy gave another shake of his head before looking up at Benji and adding, "I'm kinda hoping to find some way of helping out that doesn't involve engines or warp drives or deflector array… thingies."

"Well, we could use some help in security." Nathan suggested. "I know we lost a few crewmen there, and a couple of the officers were killed or didn't get off the Sentinel."

"Security? Are you serious?" Nolan inquired, a broad smile accenting the quirked brow that was raised at the notion. "That would be so wicked. I could totally do that!" the boy commented with sudden enthusiasm as he grinned up at the teenage captain.

"Sweet. I'll tell Cole. Can you pull some shifts on the bridge too? We need some more people in the rotation." Nathan pushed himself up into a sitting position on the rail.

"I think so," the child mused aloud, as though somewhat uncertain at first. "I have all of Lien and Naota's memories of the bridge officer's exam and what not," he explained with a shrug. "And I had to take control of the Sentinel a few times when things got really hectic and we weren't sure where Carl was or who was in command."

Nathan nodded. " Yeah, I know how that is. With Carl, you need a first officer, and then a Third String Captain too, because you never know. He might just go jump on a shuttle or something or get himself blown up or inter-dimensionalized or something." the teen laughed. "Must have been pretty interesting on the Sentinel."

"I… I really wouldn't know," Nolan muttered with a dawning realization. "I mean, I've only been around for… a month? Two maybe?"

Looking around the astrometrics, the boy realized how familiar the room had felt, even though he was seeing it for the first time. "It's all just… a chain of memories," the child mused aloud, feeling infinitely alone in that moment where he was presented with his own genesis and overwhelmed by the sense that his life was not his own. Playing a part, almost like a character in a story.

Reaching out, Nathan gently toussled Nolan's hair. "You okay, dude?" the teen asked seriously.

The youth laughed in reply. It was all he could do. Reality so sad that it was humorous or else the humor was the shield that kept the pain from creeping in. "Part of me feels like I know you but this is really the first time we've met," Nolan stated, turning to look up at the captain. "I guess I'm still settling into this whole… Trill… thing," the boy tried to explain, before giving a shrug and simply letting it drop.

"But, if I'm going to be working with security then I guess I better leave these with you and get down to deck fourteen," the diminutive lieutenant stated, changing the subject as he handed off his padds to the former science officer. "What did you say the name of your security officer was again?" the child asked as he moved back a pace and began his way down the steps.

"Cole," Nathan answered simply. "Cole Enne…"

"Enneking," Nolan finished for the teenager, whirling back around to face the captain with a confused expression, as though searching for how he knew that name. "Lieutenant Cole Enneking. From the Aquila and, more recently, the Presidio."

"Acquaintance of yours?" Nathan asked.

There was a brief pause before the mysterious hybrid could answer. "No and… yes," Nolan replied cryptically, giving Benji a weakened half-smile and turned away.

a joint effort with the man from B.E.N.J.I.
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10-2-2007, 02:08:23 AM #4
Tatiana Thorne
Medical Officer
USS Hawking

Join Date: Jun 28, 2007
Location: Texas
Age: 18
Posts: 11
Tatiana was perched on the end of a biobed, her legs kicking unconsciously in a constant rhythm. She was off in her own world, thoughts of what had occurred during her stay in the Q reality dominating her mind. After she had been returned to the Hawking, she had spent time analyzing the differences between the two lives she had led.

“You know, sitting around doing nothing isn’t a productive way to spend your shift,” a voice rang out from next to her. It was Miller. Sickbay had previously been void of voices, with the soft beeping of surrounding equipment the only sounds that could be heard. Miller broke that along with Tatiana's contemplation.

Her legs stopped their movement and Tatiana’s gaze fell upon the woman, “I can’t be productive if there’s nothing to do,” she reminded the woman lightly, “We already saved the CMO, and since her treatment the patients have dried up. It’s not like we have a plague on our hands, although one would be welcomed," she added and scooted off the biobed.

Miller opened her mouth to answer when the Sickbay doors opened and in stepped Tatiana’s replacement for the next shift, “Now I really can’t do any work,” she said in mock anger as she approached the exit, “See ya Miller,” she called over her shoulder with a wave of her fingers.

She was headed back to her quarters. She was tired. All she wanted was to close her eyes and drift off to the ridiculous world that dreams constructed for her nightly. Sleep hadn’t been easy for her lately, but accepting that in another life you had been loose and manipulative could do that to a female who valued herself for being above all of that. It disgusted her that she could behave in such a manner, but at the same time, she was in awe of how living that way made her alternate self happy rather than self-loathing.

And from those thoughts came questions about how she could change, and from those questions came plans. But the plans never came to fruition. She had made herself into the Tatiana she loved in the Q-verse, but couldn’t quite make the change in the real world. She wanted to be happy, but without the scarlet letter she had branded herself with before.

She stopped in front of the doors to her quarters, she stepped forward and they separated to allow her in. She stepped over the small pile of folded clothing near her books, and shot them a look of loathing. The mess bothered her, but she had been too tired to put her clothes away the night before. Tatiana sunk down slowly to pick up her clothing and put them away; once she saw what the top shirt was, she grabbed it off the top of the pile and flung it on her bed. It would go well with the well worn black flannel pants that were apart of her ‘jammies. Two crappy pieces of clothing that didn’t warrant the full description of pajamas deserved each other after all.

Once her clothing had been neatly put up, Tatiana picked up the shirt feeling only a smidgeon of irritation. Her gift, a black shirt, which boldly stated that the owner was the “Property of Q” rested in her hand. She shook her head and rolled her eyes at it. The shirt was about as asinine as the Ta-tas nickname she had received from the then Cadet Benjamin. The difference between the nickname and the shirt was that one didn’t bother her, the other just annoyed her. But like with Q’s acid tongue, she got over the shirt and it became a part of her wardrobe.

She smirked, and softly laughed at it, “This is the closest anything with Q in it will ever come near me. I can at least allow him that small joy."
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"My loathings are simple: stupidity, oppression, crime, cruelty, soft music."-Vladimir Nabokov

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10-2-2007, 12:31:25 AM #3
Anthony Trann
Security Officer
USS Hawking

Join Date: Apr 29, 2007
Posts: 50 Shambling across the street the corpses walked. Anthony stared out of the milkbar along with his other S.T.A.R operatives. He looked down at the ancient M4 Carbine with Grenade launcher attachment, not that grenades will do much help in close quaters.

The moans and crys across the street split through Anthony's ears, and then, they stormed in. In his mind, hell just broke loose. They poured in, limbs and all.
Guns blazing they held their ground. Anthony held the tirgger down, His M4 blazing.
"Throw a Grenade at the big one" Yelled Sarjek. Anthony twisted loose a grenade from his belt and threw it at the big one, knocking down half of the building, and blocking the entrace, but the zombies found it easy to crawl across. He slapped in another drum magazine and held the trigger down.
"6 to the left, 8 to the right, another million crawling over" Yelled Sarjek again.
"Yes yes" Thought Anthony.
"If you fall back now you can get a more defensive position" Yelled Sarjek.
"Alright Team, Fall back, regroup in the Kitchen" Said Anthony, he lifted his gun and kicked the kitchen door open.
"Barracade the door" Yelled Sarjek. As Anthony's team rolled into the kitchen he closed the door, and rammed the cabinent agaisnt it. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain on his neck, and then…

"Game Over" Beeped the Computer.
"Computer, end program" Said Anthony, the Holodeck flashed back into its cube.
"We killed some zombies, now can I get some rest" Thought Anthony.
"We could, again come on what have we got to lose!" Said Sarjek, he voice hungry.
"I'm tired, and I go back on duty in another 4 hours, so I need some sleep" Thought Anthony, he rounded the corner, and continued down the hall to his quarters.
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Thanks for the Sig Nathan!

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10-2-2007, 12:14:35 AM #2
Harry Finn
Security Officer
USS Hawking

Join Date: Jun 27, 2007
Age: 44
Posts: 104
He’d gotten through the shift, monitoring internal sensors from Deck 14, the better for Enneking to keep a baleful eye on him. Harry Finn had apparently become the problem child of Hawking’s Security, which, given Saunders, was comedy.

But it was done, now and he’d be off until the next shift (Beta), barring emergencies. The Lieutenant had made no promises as regards to contacting Captain Benjamin, or even being open to further investigation into the miss-assembled phasers and no amount of arguing on Finn’s part had swayed the recalcitrant officer.

As far as Cole Enneking was concerned, Finn was responsible and unless some further proof were uncovered, his opinion would hold.

And face it, Finn, even with all you know, you don’t have a shred of evidence. Unless one insanely taunting hologram counts as evidence…

“Shake it off,” he told himself as the turbolift opened on deck 8. No point fixating on what he could not, at this moment, fix. Lost in space, recovering from a battle and something even more shattering than battle, there would be time, time yet for a hundred indecisions…

“I hate Eliot,” he muttered, giving his neck a quick, cracking twist. Then Harry strode purposefully down the corridor, carefully not thinking about what he was doing. If he thought, then a completely separate set of nerves would kick in and he’d make an idiot out of himself.

Yeah, like he’d never done that before.

Finally, he reached the designated door and two quick, nervous foot-bounces later, sounded the chime.

The door slid open before he’d even withdrawn his hand.

“You remembered,” came the pleased greeting.

“Of course I remembered,” Harry crouched down, getting eye to eye with Scout, “I always remember appointments with… with members of my team.” Over the hitch that phrase had surprised within, he held out a freshly-replicated yo-yo, based on the simple design of Finn’s own touchstone. “Ready to learn something really cool?” he asked, looking up at Ms. Quincy, who hovered nearby, holding the youngest sib. “If that’s okay?”

“Mom?” Autumn looked up at her mother and Samantha, who’d never expected the kind of action the Hawking had shown her, nor to have herself and her children taken so far from everything and everyone they knew, offered a grateful smile to the Security officer. “Of course. Come in, Mr. Finn. Any friend of Autumn’s…”

“Wait til you see what I made you in art class…”

And Harry allowed the small hand to lead him across the threshold into the family’s home.

Resurrection Imperfect

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