Two Weeks Til The Bullets Meet The Brain

10-25-2007, 10:09:46 PM #27
Harry Finn
Security Officer
USS Hawking

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USS Hawking
Deck 14 - Main Security Office
1910 Hours (Day Zero + 8)

Harry almost dropped the PADD he’d been glued to as his feet were summarily swept off of the desk. “What?” he exclaimed even as he looked up into the face of Vanona Hawthorn and then down to the covered plate she was currently holding.

“What’s this?” he asked, rising.

The Lieutenant considered the washed-out specimen of humanity before her, “It is called dinner. This is your meal-break, is it not?”

Sigh. “Technically, yes…” but there were still about a thousand items on the haunted house ‘to do’ list and only about six people to do them.

“Then perhaps you should use it as such,” she leaned slightly forward, as if delivering a confidence, “There is a slight chance that eating regular meals could improve your temper…”

“Couldn’t make it any worse,” an intentionally loud whisper from the monitors filtered over.

Both officers ignored the comment but Harry took the hint. Hard not to, what with the Acme sign written on the anvil and all. “Fine,” he said, taking the plate and sitting again. “So, what’s on the menu…” he began to ask but the words trailed off when the raised cover revealed a dozen blue eyeballs staring straight up at him.

All around the desk, the room erupted into laughter… guffaws, belly laughs, snorts… the kind of unfettered hysteria that the Hawking hadn’t seen since well before the Avaaru and Q encounters.

Looking up at Vanona, “I take it you heard about the mess hall?”

Over her own mirthful chortles, the hybrid officer shook her head, “Finn, everyone heard… Green cannot stop talking about it.”

Of course. Harry risked another look down at the plate, which was staring back at him. He just couldn’t do it; not again. “Ahhh…”

But before he could beg off, Zane Peress joined Hawthorn and, in his best imitation of a snooty maitre’d, presented a second plate, uncovered, filled with the most innocuous of foods, the PB&J sandwich.

“Ohhh, thank you.” Too relieved to be embarrassed as another round of snickers rose around him Harry took the plate and made short work of the impromptu meal.

Hawthorn waited until the small group had faded back to their respective duties before leaning closer to Harry, who was now ingesting what had to be his eighteenth cup of coffee that day. “In all seriousness,” she told him, “you must do a better job of attending to your health. You are pale and irritable and… I believe Bramley would say, ‘peeked’…”

“Peaked,” Harry corrected, covering a stab of alarm at the observation.

“Even so,” Hawthorn’s fingers tapped at the desk a moment, “I should not be telling you this but, as a friend…” she raised her eyes to his, “There is some concern as to your fitness for duty…” she held up a hand to prevent the outburst that she could see forming. “Between lack of sleep, poor nutrition and no down time, how long do you think you can last before you start losing concentration, making mistakes or simply find yourself without reserves in the face of an enemy attack?”

Harry had gone very still, eyes narrowing slightly over the ‘mistakes’ comment. He’d no doubt Enneking still held to the ‘Finn screwed up’ theory as regards to that whole phaser thing. “Have you been talking to T’Shaini?” he finally asked, wondering if the counselor had been talking out of school even while he berated himself for thinking it.

“No. I have been using my eyes,” the Lieutenant said pointedly, before picking up a spare from the much-maligned plate of orbs, “and what I see is a man on the edge. You will be no use to me, to the Hawking, as such. See that you pull yourself back, before you fall,” and with that comment, popped the accusatory candied ball into her mouth and left the office.

“Yeah, thanks,” Harry said to the retreating woman, “Now that you’ve guaranteed I’ll never want to eat! Anything! Ever!”

Finn realized that he’d drawn yet more stares… real ones this time, “What are you looking at?” he asked the few remaining officers before shoving himself away from the desk and following Hawthorn out the door. Time to get back to work, anyway.

“Well, I don’t think his temper got any worse,” Peress told T’thianco, who’s only response was a twitch of the antennae before returning his attention to the monitors.
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10-24-2007, 11:09:56 PM #26
T'Shaini
Chief Counselor
USS Hawking

Join Date: Oct 24, 2006
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T'Shaini watched Pev integrate himself seemlessly into the group of Arielians and sighed to herself. If his methods are more successful then he should be the one to guide the negotiations. Looking across the shuttlebay her eyes widened as she watched as Javier, seemingly willingly, engaged Torrik Nils in conversation. No matter the outcome, she was thrilled by the attempt. No sooner had that thought crossed her mind when she saw the Bajoran turn stiffly, and exit. She walked quietly up behind Javier, slid her hands over his shoulders and leaned forward to kiss his cheek. "That was admirable," she said softly into his ear.

Appropriate personality? What's he going on about? I just wanted him to know he could move out of that stuffy little shuttle. Javier thought as Torrik spoke. The engineer continued to listen as the science officer told him his reasons for acting the way he did. Torrik's tone made Javier sincerely doubt that they would have been friends at any time. Just as well, I didn't really have any extra space anyway. he figured as Torrik excused himself. He's probably still mad at me for the breakfast incident..and who can blame him? I acted like a jerk. At that moment he felt someone lean up against him and give him a kiss. It was T'Shaini.

"Not really," Javier replied, "I don't think it did any good at all. Maybe I was too brusque…I told him to stop being a fool and sulking and be my roomie. I think I started out wrong."

"You invited him to live with you?" Generosity, so beautiful. She placed her hand on his cheek. "Perhaps being told not to sulk is exactly what he needs to hear, you can only do what you feel is right in the moment and see what happens."

"Well nothing happened, he took me up on my offer expecting me to change my mind, when I didn't he pretty much refused," the engineer explained. Which means he accepted your hospitality then threw it back in your face. Javier realized. The Petty Officer felt rebuffed but shook it off. He got the feeling Torrik had never been serious about rooming with him and if anything had been trying to push him away along with everyone else. And that's what I did too, so if he thinks his ruse is going to work, he's wrong. "If he's not going to be my roomie then I'm going to be his..whether he likes it or not."

"Oh," T'Shaini was unsure if the swirling she felt underneath the surface was leading her to smile or tear. "I think that is…laudable." Unbidden the image of Javier dogging the Bajoran popped into her head. Biting back a smile she wrapped her arms around him and held him close. "This may be not only one of the most beneficent things I have witnessed, but one with the most potential for levity."

"I have no idea what you just said but it all sounds good," Javier replied as he hugged T'Shaini. He looked across at the shuttle Vespucci and hoped that it could sleep two people comfortably. "Want to help me move my stuff?" he asked her.

Oh my… The situation was just rife with potential…in so many aspects. "Anytime you wish."

"As soon as I inform Lt. Torrik?" Javier suggested, then tapped his commbadge. =^=PO Costala to Lt. Torrik=^= He heard the science officer reply and Javier laid out his plan, =^=I thought about my offer and realized you probably didn't want to leave an area you feel comfortable in, so instead of you being my roomie I guess I could be yours. I'll move my stuff in asap. I hope the Vespucci sleeps two but even if it doesn't I have my sleeping bag from the marines. Oh man this going to be so much fun, just like camping but without the camp. Okay, see you soon, Costala out.=^= Javier closed the channel before the officer could protest.

Pulling her face away from his shoulder where she had buried it mid transmission, T'Shaini looked up at Javier, grabbed his face and kissed him full on the mouth. "Come on, we have things to move."

Jp by NilsTorture R Us

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10-24-2007, 08:34:40 PM #25
Torrik Nils
Chief Science Officer
USS Hawking

Join Date: Apr 25, 2006
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"Or you could just stop being a damn fool and sulking about what has happened and find yourself quarters aboard the ship with the rest of us. Hell, if no one else will room with you, you can bunk with me..although we'll probably wind up killing each other."

Nils continued to stare intently at the man whose reputation for haphazard behavior was only confirmed in the Bajoran’s mind. Javier Costala was an interesting character. It was completely foreign to Nils to seek out someone with whom your presence is unwanted, yet this man had done just that.

“Agreed,” Nils said refusing to lose this staring contest. “I’ll bunk with you until we get back to Megiddo or the outpost.”

For several moments the silence dragged out and the two men said nothing. The young Bajoran let the quiet shock rest between them only until he couldn’t stand it himself. He chuckled despite his irritation. “Or I’ll save us both that torment and continue staying aboard Vespucci, in the shuttlebay, just as I was prior to your…suggestion.”

Nils' eyes narrowed in examination of the man standing before him. Although he felt no malice towards Costala, Nils would just as soon be through with the man’s judgments once and for all. His voice seethed through his clenched jaw like sandpaper over coarse stone. “And you don’t know me. I’m no fool and I’m not sulking. I’m a commissioned Starfleet officer doing what is necessary to get back to my post. Hawking,” he started, gesturing at the ship around them, “is not my post. She is yours. Enjoy her as you see fit…but don’t expect me to abide by your sensibilities of what is appropriate personality for your ship.”

Finally Nils looked away interested in the exchange continuing between the First Officer and the traders. “And in answer to your question…yes. The starcharts are as exhaustive as any I’ve ever seen. Once integrated into Astrometrics we’ll have a proper course prepared within an hour.”

Nils glanced back at Javier and cast him a crooked grin. “Thanks for the roommate offer though. Were I staying around we might’ve been great friends.” His tone was ice. “Excuse me,” he finished, and he turned to leave the bay. Certainly his usefulness had run its course in this first contact. His only regret was that he had nowhere to go, as the eternal exchange of trade was taking place on his front porch.
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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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10-24-2007, 06:03:30 PM #24
Javier Costala
Engineer
USS Hawking

Join Date: Sep 15, 2006
Location: USS Hawking
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*CLANG*

"Sonuvabitch!" Javier exclaimed as he hit his head on the Jeffries Tube. The engineer ducked back down. "Ow, no more jumping up in the Tubes Javier," the engineer reminded himself aloud. The small XO merely shook his head and led the way out of the tube while Javier, rubbing the top of his head, followed. The only pleasure he drew from the event was that it reminded him about the first time he and T'Shaini had met aboard the Hawking. Funny, considering Pev's appearance was the reason we both hit our head on the Jeffries Tubes that time too, I wonder if our XO is unlucky.

The short stroll down to the shuttlebay was amusing. Even though Pev was his superior, due to the differences in height, it felt like he was walking someone's pet. Pev strolled along on his short legs talking about engineering, shuttles and what the new aliens might look like. Javier followed close by his side but towered over the creature and had to keep looking down in order to listen and observe the XO's facial features while at the same time looking up so as not to collide with anything or anyone. Mostly he nodded his head in agreement and added in a 'yes sir' or 'of course Commander' when necessary. At an interval, or rather when Pev stopped to take a breath, his thoughts would return to his strange dream. What does it mean? Does it mean anything? Do I have a secret crush on Trasker? He brushed that idea aside, he barely knew the woman and couldn't remember having any compulsion to get to know her better.

The shuttlebay doors opened to admit the two engineers and Javier noticed that T'Shaini was in attendance. He smiled and started to move over to her when he noticed that the aliens were naked people. Well not exactly people, but most assuredly naked. Javier thought.

"They're amazing!" said Pev decided.

"They're lizardy," replied Javier. "Naked too. Man, I would love to visit their planet." Not like it would matter to the crew, nearly every one's seen me naked because of Baca! The engineer also noticed there was a kid present and surmised that it must be Nolan. Three of Seven had told him all about Nolan while the little Borg had been helping them make repairs. The aliens were displaying their wares and the ship's official stores representative was busy haggling with them. Standing close by was Torrik Nils and Javier stared at him for a minute before Nils looked away. The engineer hadn't decided how to view the science officer yet. Even if T'Shaini thought Torrik was having a difficult time adjusting, Javier really couldn't see any effort on the officer's part to ingratiate himself with the Hawking crew.

"….look at the Betazoids, and the females of the Ferengi species," Pev said capturing the engineer's attention, as Javier only caught the last line of the XO's explanation.

"I'm not looking at any naked Ferengi. Not even on a bet," he said, making a face as an image of Darhk without clothing appeared in his thoughts. He wondered why the captain had brought the Ferengi trader with him. The Ferengi knew how to 'skin a cat' but they were not renowned for being diplomatic unless profit was involved. He started to say as much to Pev but the little creature walked up to the aliens and said something that made even Javier wince. By all appearances, the XO had just made a serious diplomatic blunder. Maybe he's trying to be humorous.. Javier thought. But then Pev and the lizard lady began sizing each other up and raised a threatening claw toward each other.

An alarmed reaction from T'Shaini caused Javier to move instinctively as Pev stretched out an arm to wave the counselor off. The former marine placed himself between T'Shaini and the two creatures, protecting the one he cared for with his own body. A duel of sorts began between the two and Javier said, "Look Out!"

He stood ready to intervene but relaxed when he realized Pev and the lizard-lady seemed to be sparing with one another. The duel ended well and the aliens returned to their trading with renewed respect for the Federation crew. Javier reached back and found T'Shaini's hand and squeezed it, to let her know he was there if she needed him.

His eyes were drawn to the extra shuttle in the bay. The shuttle had no berth and Javier could clearly read 'Vespucci' on the side of the craft. Remembering his dream, the engineer blushed and looked at the deck. No need to be ashamed..it was only a dream. he tried to convince himself. If all the accounts were true, the shuttle was where Torrik Nils had been living.

Does he have two naked chicks in there..with whipped cream? the engineer thought. He glanced over at the science officer who looked as if he grew more sulkier by the day. Nah, a look like that would scare off chicks. He's probably alone in his own misery. Javier thought to himself. Sort of like I was in Alpha Platoon. the former marine realized. And remember how that nearly ended.. Javier released T'Shaini's hand and drifted towards the lieutenant.

"Found anything among the trade goods to help you get back to the Sentinel quicker?" he asked in a tone of innocent inquiry. The question held a blatant implication but the only response he received from Torrik was a hard stare. "You know if you want to further distance yourself from the crew," Javier suggested, "you could just launch the shuttle and run alongside the ship. We could beam you over for your duty shift and meals, and then transport you back so you can be alone."

Torrik's glare intensified and he started to reply but Javier interrupted him, "Or you could just stop being a damn fool and sulking about what has happened and find yourself quarters aboard the ship with the rest of us. Hell, if no one else will room with you, you can bunk with me..although we'll probably wind up killing each other."
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10-24-2007, 01:21:28 PM #23
Pev
Executive Officer
USS Hawking

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Location: New York, NY
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"They're amazing!" said Pev to Javier.

"They're lizardy," replied the engineer. "Naked too. Man, I would love to visit their planet."

Pev nodded. "Humans place too high a value on the social mores of fashion," said the XO, admiring the large creatures. He stepped closer, watching their body language, his sensitive nose picking out their individual pheremones. "Look at the Betazoids, and the females of the Ferengi species."

"I'm not looking at any naked Ferengi. Not even on a bet," said Javier.

Pev watched as T'Shaini was virtually dismissed from the Arielian's presence, and watched further the creature's reaction as the Vulcan departed. Disappointed, thought the XO.

Stepping forward, Pev craned his neck up to the alien.

"On my world, you would be hunted down and eaten," he said harshly.

Conversations stopped, and T'Shaini whirled, taking a step back towards the XO.

The reptillian creature swivelled its head down to regard the little blue S'ti'ach. A low hiss escaped her mouth.

"On my world, you would be put into a cage and sold as a house pet," she retorted, sticking her chest out and lowering her shoulders.

"Pev!" said T'Shaini harshly, now close to the pair. The XO stuck out his hand to keep the counselor at bay, and lowered his own body until his left two arms were touching the floor. The reptile responded in kind, nearly flattening herself on the deck, one hand raised to strike.

The two regarded each other, as everyone else looked on. T'Shaini looked over her shoulder, catching Nathan's eyes with an unasked question. The young captain looked concerned, but shrugged.

With lightning speed, the two forms lunged at each other, hands flying as they slapped and pulled and circled. The assembled crew of the Hawking shouted their alarm, but a quick glance at the S'ti'ach stopped their cries.

The S'ti'ach was smiling.

Both forms struggled for another half-minute, grinning as Pev's low purchase competed with the Arielian's lithe reach. Finally, both backed away, panting and grinning.

"We will trade with this one," said the female. "This one knows us well."

Pev bowed. "I am Lieutenant Commander Pev of the starship Hawking," said the XO.

"I am Trade Major Hyastis," replied the female, "Of the trade ship Mikla. We are well met in commerce."

Pev inhaled deeply. It had been some time since he had related to species by smell and body language. He had forgotten how freeing it was to not have to rely wholly on the spoken word.

"Well met," said Pev with a nod. "Let us conclude these trades, and discuss our travels over meat!" He motioned with his arm, and led Hyastis towards his captain.
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10-24-2007, 12:40:25 PM #22
T'Shaini
Chief Counselor
USS Hawking

Join Date: Oct 24, 2006
Posts: 56
Biding her time, waiting for the initial flurry of activity to die down, T’Shaini observed the Arielians looking for indications of a hierarchy within the group. There seemed to be little to no deference to any one member so she decided to approach the one nearest to her. Walking the few steps between them to close the distance T’Shaini nodded to the female trader, first to see if she would be acknowledged. The nod in return signaling her acceptance far better than any expression from the lidless eyes, allowed T’Shaini to step forward and introduce herself.

“T’Shaini, ships counselor, we are a part of an exploratory branch of the Federation known as Starfleet. We are very excited to have the chance to make the acquaintance of your race.”

One eye stayed focused on the Counselor while the other swiveled back toward the bustle of trading by the shuttle. “What isss there to acquaint yourselves with. We are traders, nothing more.”

Alright then. “We are new to this area of space, are there any less hospitable species we should be aware of?”

T’Shaini felt the hair on the back of her neck rise up as the other eye swung back to look at her. “Aware of? No, as long as you do not intrude where you are not welcome there iss nothing to be aware of.”

Accepting the dismissal as she was intended to, she allowed herself to be distracted by the sight of Nolan launching himself onto the back of Torrik Nils gleefully demonstrating…whatever that was, in his hands that he had gotten from the Arielians.

Not knowing whether the cold reception she received was indicative of the race or the individual she encountered, T’Shaini chose to wait for further developments. Glancing over at the young Captain who was engaged in conversation with another one of the traders she shrugged slightly. Perhaps Nathan will be more successful.

‘Do not intrude where you are not welcome…’ A crease formed between her brows as she heard that phrase in her head once again. Making a mental note to inform the Captain of what may be a warning…or her overanalyzing…she rejoined the group.
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10-23-2007, 11:17:44 PM #21
Harry Finn
Security Officer
USS Hawking

Join Date: Jun 27, 2007
Age: 44
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USS Hawking
Deck 10 - Corridor
1500 Hours (Day Zero + 8)

“Once more unto the breach,” Finn muttered, walking into the wall of hostility that was Edded Towak. The Bajoran engineer had just slid into the corridor from the maintenance hatch he’d been occupying and now held the approaching officer’s gaze.

Clearly, he wanted to have a discussion. Given that the two men had only days ago been involved in what, under the best of circumstances, would have been termed a bloody brawl, it was also clear that the topic was unlikely to be who was gonna take the series, this year.

“Can I help you?” Harry asked, easing up his long-legged stride but not actually stopping. He and a handful of others in Security had been assigned to foot patrol in and around Deck 10. With a First Contact going on (and on and on…) in the shuttle bay, it was deemed prudent for Security to remain a visible presence or, as Rodriguez put it, ‘obvious targets’.

Plus, who knew what the internal sensors were missing, these days?

“I want my knife back,” Edded fell into step, eyes scanning for witnesses almost as keenly as Finn was scanning for trouble.

“What knife?” Harry asked, not bothering to look at the engineer, aka, Trouble. “You mean the one you didn’t lose after not trying to field dress me that time we didn’t get into a fight in the gym?”

Towak almost tripped over the controversion. “Uh, yes. That one.”

“Haven’t seen it.”

But the Bajoran was having none of that. “The knife was my father’s,” he hissed, stopping and grabbing the officer by the arm.

Harry turned and locked eyes, “Yeah? Did he teach you to use it on your crew-mates? Was that the kind of thing that made him proud?”

“He taught me to use it on Cardassians.”

On the move, again, “Catch up with current events, the Occupation’s over, and I’m not a f***ing interment camp tool.”

“No, just an arrogant Human who thinks he matters” and Towak had had enough of that type, shoving their authority in his face, “Throwing your weight around because you believe you’re more important than the rest of us…”

“Yeah, right, because being the dumb schmuck who stands between the hammer and people who are so grateful they’ll take the first chance to slice me open is a real sign of arrogance.” Harry stopped, dropping his voice as some curious crew made their way past. “And since it seems like the only way to keep morons like you from tearing the ship apart, I am going to keep ‘throwing my weight around’ so I suggest you learn how to catch.”

From somewhere in the back of his head, Harry heard a voice telling him to chill. Towak had a daughter in the school and she seemed pretty decent so, really, how much of an ass could Edded be?

Probably, he should have had more for lunch than coffee and an eyeball.

Harry tried to dig up his reasonable voice. “Listen, think what you want but you can forget about getting that weapon back until I’m sure you’re not going to start sharpening it on the rest of the crew’s bones.” As conciliatory speeches went, he’d heard better but for now he was on duty and not a damn counselor so Finn just shook it off and continued his route into Flight Control, where a handful of potential observers prevented Towak from pursuing either the topic or his target any further.

“I know who’s bones I’d use, first,” the enlisted man tossed at the retreating Harry but the officer pretended he didn’t hear the comment.

Even so, Finn had trouble dismissing the ominous sensation that he was on the wrong end of a sniper’s targeting scope.
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10-23-2007, 10:57:06 PM #20
Torrik Nils
Chief Science Officer
USS Hawking

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

“We will of course be interested in inspecting said merchandise,” the Ferengi suggested, his eyes dancing like flashing neon saying “Open for business”.

“Yes,” said the veiled female, her own expression hidden. “You will find our charts to be the most exhaustive in the sector.”

Nils hung back at the shuttlebay entrance. He’d followed along as the Captain had asked, but saw no real opportunity or need for him to interfere up to this point. His observations thus far had been fascinating. First contacts were notoriously touchy and any opportunity to experience them was relished by most officers in Starfleet.

Nolan had been in rare form. He was all child, yet all ancient wise sage at the same time. Nils couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy at the boy’s ability to jump into the swing of duty so quickly. The only thing Nils had managed to do was make a few new enemies on board and alienate Jillian. She’d yet to speak to him after he’d so rudely brushed him off. That fact was plaguing him more than he let on, as if he anyone to “let on” anything to in the first place.

“You,” the Ferengi called to Nils. “Science right?” There was a frantic urgency in the short man’s voice.

“That’s what the blue means,” Nils said coldly. Why do I do that?

“Hmph…” Dahrk croaked. At least Nils thought his name was Dahrk. “Make yourself useful and examine these charts.”

Despite his foul mood, Nils almost skipped forward. Examining alien starcharts of the area he’d been trying to map for the past week was titillating in a way he was embarrassed to admit.

AlienStarChart.png

The charts were grafted into some flimsy plastics about the size of a PADD. They were touch sensitive and the UI was rather intuitive. A smile crept across Nils face as he examined them. System after system he perused until he was satisfied. The Bajoran Science Officer immediately recognized the area of space as he’d become quite familiar with it. These maps however were as good as the traders suggested. They catalogued everything from moon composition to space dust density. They would be immensely helpful and relatively simple to incorporate into stellar cartography.

“They are good,” Nils said handing the charts back to Dahrk. “Quite good actually.”

The small Ferengi man shot daggers at the Bajoran. “Well they certainly can’t be that good,” he said through his teeth. Nils realized he’d somehow compromised the man’s bartering system. He only shrugged and backed away, resuming his position of observation at the door.

“Bah,” Dahrk said, turning back to their guests. Immediately he was all smiles again. “These appear to be mildly informative. That fellow is new on our ship and his opinions have no bearing on actual estimation of value…” His voiced trailed off out of Nils’ conscious listening as he lost interest. Just another crew member he’d managed to isolate himself from. All in a day.

The doors opened behind him and the First Officer walked in flanked by none other than Javier Costala.

Well why not get my entire fan club assembled for the occasion, Nils thought, shocked that even his internal monologue could be so sarcastic.

The two men locked eyes momentarily then Nils glanced away, disinterested.

He eyed the starcharts again from across the bay. Getting their hands on those charts would be a boon to his mood. The sooner they got back to familiar space the better.
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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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10-23-2007, 03:21:41 PM #19
T'Shaini
Chief Counselor
USS Hawking

Join Date: Oct 24, 2006
Posts: 56
Kerrin walked into her office humming to herself as she mentally reviewed the ‘almost kiss’ for about the millionth time. Weee. Hope springs eternal indeed. Telling herself that one weak moment does not an attachment indicate she mentally sent her super ego to jump up and down on her id in the hopes of calming it down. Smirking at the image in her head she halted as her bemused gaze came to rest on a package on her desk. Reaching out to pick up the sprig of tiny flowers decorating the box she inhaled deeply. God, nothing beats the smell of lilacs. When her eyes opened again she saw that the lilacs had been concealing a handwritten note.

I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.

Holy shit.

Who else could it be from? She ran and grabbed a glass of water from the replicator to place the lilac in before reaching to open the box.

*squeak*

The lifted lid had revealed an absolutely glorious, anatomically correct, human heart…made of CHOCOLATE! She paused a moment to let the poor maligned id take a victory lap around her psyche then covered the box up, hugged it to her and checking that no one was around jumped up and down…just a little.

Tucking everything away literally and figuratively she pulled up the charts from yesterdays analysis. That femur is remarkably similar to the tripedal culture found on… Locking everything out Kerrin focused on the task at hand, there would be time enough for thanks at the end of her shift.

Tee posting for Kerrin because she was too preoccupied to write for herself
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10-23-2007, 10:57:10 AM #18
Vince Stryfe
Chief Helm Officer
USS Hawking

Join Date: Dec 8, 2005
Location: Holden, Mo.
Age: 22
Posts: 46
.:: USS Hawking : 0800 hrs : Brig ::.

Finally the orders had been givin to release Vince from the cage that he had been stuck in for far longer than he had initially expected. He stretched his arms as he walked through the doors of the brig, thankful that he was able to roam he ship. When he was finally released he was given the deck and location of his quarters, and that was going to be his first stop.

He knew that he was on a new ship, and was going to have to get to know the rest of the crew, and from what Nate had said there was already a Chief Helm Officer, so he didn't appear to have any responsibility here. As he walked through the door to his quarters he let out a slow whistle. These were by far the largest he had been in yet, and that was even including the Presidio. He stood just inside, staring at his surroundings, then he seemed to be thinking.

" Why are my quarters this size. Yes they aren’t huge, but they seem quite large, compared to what I've seen before. Hell I bet the Chief Helm isn't as blessed with his living quarters."

He walked over to his desk, noticing there was a PADD sitting on top of it. He picked it up and activated it, wondering what was on it.

It was a request of his presence in the Captain's Ready Room, for a undisclosed reason.

He decided he needed to clean up a bit before hand, then he would make his way up to the ready room. He jumped into the shower and spent a good fifteen minutes or so just standing there relaxing, just trying to take in the fact that he was in a new place. Everything he had on the Sentinel was gone now, and he had to start all over here on the Hawking. It was a good change though, and one that was needed. Things were at a point that he needed a change, so here it was.

He stepped out of the shower, and put on his crisp new uniform, readyin' himself for his first formal meeting with Captain Benjamin. The young teenage half borg brat was his Co now, what has the universe come to? It was a situation that he would need to deal with, and from the look of the ship he wasn't doing to bad of a job. He adjusted his coat, then headed out the door.

.:: USS Hawking : 0835 hrs : Bridge ::.

Vince finally found himself on the bridge, he stopped for a moment, looking at what he thought was a beautiful bridge. The Sentinel's bridge was nowhere near as good looking as this. He walked past the others on the bridge, heading towards the ready room.

He chimed the door and heard Nathan give him the ok to come in. The doors slid open, and he stepped in. Nathan looked like he was getting ready to go somewhere, and didn't seem to want to waste anytime.

" Ah, good," Nathan looked up at Vince," I just needed to tell you that you're the new Chief Helmsman of the ship. I expect to not have the ship damaged in anyway, so you have the helm."

Nathan whizzed by Vince and headed to the bridge. Vince stood there and smiled for a moment, then made his way to the bridge to take the controls of the Hawking for the first time………..
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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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10-23-2007, 10:33:09 AM #17
Pev
Executive Officer
USS Hawking

Join Date: May 11, 2006
Location: New York, NY
Posts: 107
There were times when Eduardo 'the Leghumper' Montalban knew he was destined for greatness. As he walked along the corridor that led to the shuttlebay, the weatherman knew without a doubt that the mantle of greatness would be draped over his shoulders sooner rather than later. The tip he had received had been from a reliable source and he secretly congratulated himself for purchasing the 'Reporting for Dummies' instruction manual before they had embarked from Megiddo. I'll show Owen…who's the true reporter now..not you Mister Freeman, you hack!

He turned to his colleague and said, "Hurry it up Beefy! I want to get the whole story. I want to rub it in Freeman's face."

"Beefy Edmund" Dufresne knew that his career was deader than the last tribble. A starship? For a sports reporter? It was a way to bury him for that "Ladies' Locker Room Grav Ball Expose'" story he'd sworn he'd cleaned up in editing. People liked women atheletes wearing nothing but washcloths, dammit! Well, now he was on to something big. He and Leghumper had spent three months trying to work up an angle. Three months of replicated alcahol and lots of it.

"I'm right behind ya, Eddie!" the big man called.

He let the bastardization of his name slide. If he commented on it he knew Beefy would just revert to calling him by his nickname. The nickname he had been stuck with since jr. high prom. Eduardo cringed at the memory and in the back of his mind heard his date yell, "Oh gross, now it's everywhere." 'No, no, no, not today. I'm dropping that nickname. From now on it will be Eduardo 'Reporter First Class' Montalban. And Freeman will be the one getting the coffee and laying out the pyjamas. he thought as he pushed the memories to the side. Eduardo stopped near the entrance to the Jeffries Tubes, looked both ways and then removed the grate. He nodded his head towards the opening and said, "C'mon Beefy, get your fat arse in the Tube." He was mildly annoyed with the man's casual pace. Doesn't he realize that this is our big chance?

Why is Leghumper rushing around? Slow and steady, that's what wins the race! thought the sportscaster, thinking of his new mantra. He had learned it after many years of esoteric research, culminating in him embracing "Classics Illustrated: Great Philosophies for Dummies." Doesn't he realize that this is our big chance? Edmund wasn't a corpulent man, but years of physical exhertion (not to mention certain chemical additives that would get one banned from professional sports) had a tendency to build one's physique, and afterwards, well, all that muscle mass had to go somewhere. He sucked in his gut and forced himself into tube, already beginning to feel the sweat on the back of his neck as the first pangs of claustrophobia set in.

Eduardo followed Beefy and replaced the grate. Grunting as he crawled along the tube, his pants, threadbare at the knees, offered no protection and he bumped them regularly on the metal sides of the crawlspace. A small price to pay for the look on Freeman's face when I tell him that he's being replaced..by me.. with his attention on his thoughts of glory, the weatherman practically ran into Beefy's beefy backside which had suddenly become stationery. Eduardo glared at Beefy who motioned towards the next junction and told him there were people in the tube. Squeezing himself around the sportsman, Montalban crept forward and glanced around the junction, wondering fearfully if Freeman had beaten him to the story.

In the tube, working on some sort of mechanical outlet was a small, furry blue being in a Starfleet uniform. Beside the being was a human male who was digging around in his toolkit. Eduardo glanced back at Beefy, put his finger to his lips then crept forward across the juction. He waited on the other side, hoping Beefy would be as quiet as possible. Although it must be hard for a water buffalo to remain quiet. Luckily the huge ears of the blue creature didn't pick up any sound and so the two of them continued on until they exited the tube inside of the shuttlebay. Dodging the occasional mechanic or engineer, the two men crept forward until Eduardo realized that a nearby shuttle would give them a perfect view of the clandestine meeting and keep their presence from being known.

"Over there Beefy, that shuttle, we can watch the meeting from there," Eduardo said, indicating the craft, which had the name 'Vespucci' stenciled on its side.

"Yeah yeah, good," rasped Dufresne. "Get out. Quick." He could feel the tension rising within, and knew if he didn't vacate the tube soon, he was going to have to force his way out, and that would not be good for either him or Leghumper.

"Moving just as fast as I can," the weatherman responded in annoyance. His trousers were now rent at the knees. I'll get some new clothes once I've rubbed the story in Freeman's face. Of course the FedNews will want me to be chief correspondant and I'll have a bigger allotment of replicator rations. the weatherman fantasized as he found an exit point and crawled out of the Tube. Eduardo waited for Beefy to crawl out then closed the opening. He turned and found himself face to face with a person in Starfleet uniform.

"Can I help you gentleman?" the bespectled engineer asked, his tone a mixture of curiosity and pomp.

Without speaking Eduardo swung his fist and punched the engineer in the face. Nothing gets in the way of my coup d etat over Freeman. Leghumper thought as he watched the engineer's glasses fly off of his face. The man slumped over like a sack of potatoes and his glasses hit the deck and shattered. "Nosey little git," Eduardo remarked and stepped over the man's unconcious frame. He moved quickly over to the shuttle door and …it was locked.

"Beefy!" Eduardo hissed. "Gimme a hand here!"

Edmund had been dragging the 'Fleeter towards the Jeffries tube the pair had just vacated, but at the sound of his partner's voice, propped the prone form against the wall instead. Checking with the practiced eye of a holovid veteran, Edmund adjusted the unconcious form's head so that it sat at what he believed to be a more natural angle for sleeping.

"Beefy!" whispered Eduardo loudly.

The sportscaster hoofed it over to the shuttle. "Locked," said Leghumper. Dufresne scrutinzined the mechanism, then reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a foil-wrapped stick of chewing gum. Handing the mint-flavored stick to Eduardo, the big man popped the outer console and regarded the wiring. With a speed that belied the size of his hands, Beefy Edmund carefully folded the foil wrapper, then pulled a pair of wires from their soldered housing. Placing the origami foil wrapper on the wiring board, Edmund held out his hand and without looking, said, "Gum."

Eduardo, who had been enjoying the refreshing minty flavor, arched his eyebrows, pulled the chewed gum from his mouth, and deposited it in his partner's outstretched hand. The other man split the wad into two pieces, stuck the exposed wires through, and used the gum to adhere them to the foil wrapper that now bridged two pieces of circuit board.

Like magic, the shuttle door opened.

"Something you learned while playing in the Grav Ball League?" Eduardo remarked as they entered the shuttle. He had always thought that Beefy was a bit of a shady character, now his suspicions were confirmed. No one consumed that much alcohol or knew that many women of ill repute without having been some kind of felon. The shuttle's interior bore all the appearances of having an occupants on a regular basis. Clothes, padds and starcharts were strewn about and the lingering odor of rotting bananas was heavy in the air. Maybe the engineers use this as a shagging shuttle? Eduardo thought, remembering an article he had read in the Federation Times about crews that were out for long periods of time with no shore leave.

From the cockpit they would have a first rate view of the secret meeting. Eduardo dug into his pocket for the small camera he carried with him at all times. It was disguised as a pocket watch and also kept perfect time. Admiring the small camera, which he had fleeced off of an elderly gentleman in the FedNews Office, Eduardo leaned against the forward console and sighed.

"Hey! What are you two doing in here?" a voice demanded. Leghumper turned quickly, his arm brushing the console. The shuttle suddenly took to the air and the female mechanic who had caught them trespassing was thrown back out of the door, but not before her uniform caught on the door's locking mechanism. As she stumbled backwards, the hand phaser she was carrying discharged before falling out of her hand, its beam striking the overhead conduits and sending a shower of sparks and flame through the doorway. The cabin was filled with a tearing sound and before he and Beefy's spark-blinded eyes, the mechanic lost her uniform to the shuttle door before falling back to the deck. Eduardo's mouth fell open in surprise only to be filled with whipped cream as the chemical extinguishers inside the shuttle were set off. Someone had replaced the fire retardant foam with whipped cream! Jet after jet of dairy-based topping hit Eduardo as, half-blinded by smoke, after-images and dessert topping, he stumbled to the door and fell out. The shuttle was a foot off the ground and he toppled onto the naked female shuttle mechanic.

For his part, Beefy Dufresne had reached out to try and grab his falling comrade, but had succeeded only in grabbing the man's camera. He watched, open-mouthed, as the newsman landed atop the mechanic. The shuttle, meanwhile, came to a halt, hovering some seven feet in the air. While forms rushed about below him, Edmund did the only thing he could: he began taking pictures.

Eduardo rolled around on top of the female mechanic, who hauled off and smacked him with a solid right jab when his face got too close to her chest. "Get off of her!" the weatherman heard someone behind him exclaim. Leghumper Montalban rolled to the side and onto his back, running toward him was a woman in medical blue. Before she could say anything else her foot hit a dollop of whipped cream and the woman shrieked as she slid across the deck and crashed on top of the female mechanic, then writhed around as she attempted to free herself. The two women struggling against each other made Eduardo pause to watch the scene. He had heard about events like this, but had long given up on the possibility of actually witnessing one.

"Well Miss Trasker," said the blue-clad, dripping science officer to the naked young woman beneath her, "As long as we're both here…" She leaned in close with a seductive smile and lowered her lips to her crewmate's…

*ZZZZZ..ack..cough*

Javier woke himself up with the loud snore. "What? Where…the hell?" The Jeffries Tube bled into focus. He froze and glanced in the direction of Commander Pev. The small blue creature was studying him, and since the petty officer had not been around the XO enough to learn all his facial expressions, the look made Javier nervous. "Uh..sorry sir, I think I must have dozed off for a moment or two," he told the senior officer. Javier blinked then rubbed his hand over his face. "All these extra maintenance hours have worn me down..and made me have the strangest dreams."

"I could tell," replied the XO calmly. The long hours had taken a toll on much of the crew, and Pev wouldn't begrudge the hard-working non-com a moment of peace. "Were you practicing hand-to-hand combat in your dream? You were rolling back and forth as if you were wrestling a targ."

"Uh..well..er..apparently that female mechanic, Trasker, has a nice set of..I mean..she's well..wow, I'm just going to shut up now," the engineer said as his dream replayed in his head. I need some sleep..and I need some time with..I need to concentrate! Javier reminded himself as he noticed that Pev was still staring at him.

"When you are finished wrestling with your subconcious, please accompany me to the shuttle bay. Captain Benjamin is making first contact, and though we have not been invited, I'd like have a look. At the shuttles," he added with a smile, "To make certain they are still up to specifications." Pev's smile grew into a toothy grin. "Unless you'd rather run another diagnostic?"

Now fully awake, Javier leapt to his feet. "Not on your life, Commander," the man said. "Lead the way!"

A joint post from the wandering minds of the JaviPev Posting Consortium.

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10-21-2007, 12:21:13 PM #16
Harry Finn
Security Officer
USS Hawking

Join Date: Jun 27, 2007
Age: 44
Posts: 104
USS Hawking
Deck 2 - Mess hall
1420 Hours (Day Zero + 8)

“Finn!” a huge voice bellowed across the mess, drawing Harry’s attention and then his body over to the kitchen counter and the giant looming over the sparsely populated remains of lunch. “What act of God brings your sour face to the mess at a civilized hour?”

“Mister Green,” Finn greeted the Hawking’s behemoth cook who, despite the scarcity of unprocessed foodstuffs still managed to crank out four edible meals per day, with access to leftovers, if there were any, for the desperate souls on the gamma shift. “On duty in half-an-hour and I haven’t eaten since o-dark-thirty.” He glanced at the picked-over pickings. “Anything left?”

White teeth gleamed in the dark brown face, “For you, my friend, here is something special… been saving it up…” and from beneath the counter, withdrew a tray that had Harry swallowing the sudden urge to puke.

“Wha… I … ah, words fail…” Finn was pretty sure his heart was about to fail, too when the deep laughter, still bearing a musical hint of the Terran Caribbean, told him it was, in fact, only a joke.

“They’re marshmallows,” DeMarcus explained, between the guffaws, “with a little this and a little that…” he proffered the tray, “For that haunted house of yours. Try one… they’re delicious.”

Harry gulped. He was sure, by now, all the eyes in the mess were on him… he looked at the tray… all the eyes. No way out but through, He reached down, lifted one of the hideously gelatinous hors d’oeurves and, before he could think, tossed it in his mouth.

He swallowed quickly. Not quickly enough, mind you…

“What? Not sweet enough?” DeMarcus Green took immense pride in his work.

“Great.. it’s… wow.” Harry cast about desperately for the right words, and a glass of water would be nice, too. “I mean, the kids are gonna go apesh… they’re gonna love it.” He started to back away.

“Wait,” the cook called to the fleeing officer, “what about lunch?”

“Oh, well, you know, I guess I just wasn’t all that hungry,” Harry replied, turning for the door with a friendly wave. “Thanks though.. really. That was… that was a whole new experience." One I hope never to repeat.

Bursting to freedom in the corridor, he finally felt free to make the yucky face that had been trying to escape since he’d first touched the quivering ball of ‘this and that’. “Coffee,” he told the corridor. It was his only hope. Turning towards the turbolift, Finn headed to the main office early, hoping to snag a cup of that bitter antidote to all ills before his shift began.
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10-21-2007, 09:49:36 AM #15
Nolan Marc
Chief of Security
USS Hawking

Join Date: Nov 2, 2005
Location: Okinawa, Japan
Posts: 93
.: Shuttlebay :: Deck 10 :: Day Zero+8 :.

"I still don't see what's so fascinating about an orb on a string," Nolan was commenting as the trio emerged into the Hawking's aft landing bay. From out of the corner of his eye he could spot the Sentinel shuttlecraft Vespucci and had to bite his tongue against spontaniously swapping topics with a remark about 'oh, there's Torrik's house'. Surveying the upper deck, the child saw Nevin operating the shuttlebay controls before the shorter lieutenant returned his attention to the taller man beside him. "What's the name of that human contraption again?" Nolan demanded, specifically avoiding calling it a toy. It was a plastic sphere dangling off a line. That wasn't a toy, it was a piece of crap on a leash. The diminutive youth could only assume that human children must be easily amused. Though… given the right set of circumstances Nolan could imagine a few tactical uses for the device.

"Yo-Yo." Nathan remarked, glancing briefly at the young officer. He frowned thoughtfully as the three of them came to a stop beside one of the Hawking's shuttles. "You guys think we should have worn whites or something… This is a first contact."

"I have a very profitable establishment to run here Captain!" Dahrk's nasally whine identified the squat entrepreneur even before the shuttlebay doors had opened. "What is the meaning of calling me away to come down here… should not Zahn-dur be the one meeting new aliens and.. whatever else you Starfleet people do?"

T'Shaini followed closely behind the Ferengi, wearing her frustration like a shirt. though her slender legs were significantly longer than the Ferengi, Dahrk was standing before the starfleet trio a full second before she arrived. "I am sorry Captain. He refused to…"

"Never mind explanations Female!" roared Dahrk, shaking a stubby hand as he vented. "I was in the middle of an inventory."

"They're traders Dahrk." Nathan remarked evenly. "I just figured that you might like to meet them since.. you know.. you're a businessman.. they're businessmen." the teen shrugged. "But if you've got other stuff going on.. you know.. " He trailed off, looking down at Nolan. "We can probably just handle this ourselves right?"

"I'm sure Dahrk can always find time when there's profit to be made," Nolan stated, giving Dahrk a wry look. There was something comforting about being around Ferengi. Like the fact that they were about the only species in the galaxy other than the Binars that didn't make Nolan feel small. "And besides, there's no way you could have gotten me into whites," he added, turning back to the depressingly tall teenager next to him.

"Just remember, Dahrk," Nolan added, clapping the Ferengi on the shoulder as the small lieutenant pulled the merchant in close to speak to him. "When the haggling begins… our bottom line is their toy selection."

Dahrk's visage brightened noticably at the revelation. "Ahh.. and of course you look to Dahrk when there's profits to be made!" The Ferengi laughed, clapping the young captain on the back. "I always knew you had good lobes Captain!"

Nathan thrust a padd into Dahrk's brightly colored jacket. "Starcharts." He deadpanned. "We want their starcharts. And if they've got raw foodstuff, that too. Those are the main things." He added, casting a ideways glance at his hybrid security officer, and thinking of the little clone currently rooming with him. "And if they've got some toys.. you know.. whatever."

"You do realize that the kid's the only one who thought to bring a phaser?" Nolan chided Benji playfully, the boy turning to glance up at the teen from over his shoulder as the shuttlebay doors began opening, revealing the vast, black velvet expanse of space beyond the walls of the ship. And a quickly approaching alien craft that loomed larger and larger on approach. Semi-consciously, Nolan shifted his position so that he was standing in front of the others. If he was armed, then the boy didn't outwardly look it. Of course, if Benji listened to only half of the stories Cole had about Naota… he'd likely know better than to ask just many weapons Nolan was concealing.

As the proximity alarm sounded, indicating that the Arielian shuttle was about to enter the bay, Nathan couldn't conceal an an anxious smile. Of all the things one did as a ship captain, first contact, to him at least, was easily the most exciting. The thought of being the first of his people to meet a new race was exhillarating. Of course, there was a small part of him that was wary of the aliens too. There were stories of horrid first contacts. Romulans, Klingons, Borg, Breen, Dominion, and the T'zenkethi to name a few. But those were distant memories. Theteen's optimisticnature didn't allow him to dwell on the bad side of "what if".

The shuttle was almost as large as a standard Federation Cargo shuttle, and shaped similarly. The coppery green hull bore several insignia, pictures, and what appeared to be alien writing. There were no windows to speak of, with the exception of the cockpit. but even that was tinted. Nathan glanced over at Torrik, who was as unreadable as ever. The Bajoran simply regarded the shuttle as he would any of his scientific endeavors. Directly in front of him, no doubt calculating some tactical strategy should things go awry.

The sound of the shuttle's landing gear coming to rest on the deck recaptured the teen captain's attention as he scrutinized the hull markings. "What do you think those are." He mused to no one in particular.

"Billboard advertisements," Nolan supplied simply. "I haven't seen those since Kirk landed on Miri," the child added, appraising the marketing media. It was almost refreshing to see them. The Federation's interference on Naota's homeworld, while having the benefit of saving his life, had nonetheless taken all of the Onlies from a never-ending 1950 and into the Twenty-Third Century literally overnight.

"Think I could do something like that on our shuttles?" Dahrk inquired hopefully, only to be silenced by another wry look from Nolan. "I thought not…"

After a few moments on the ground, the shuttle's hatch slowly opened revealing two tall Arielians. Each were carrying a cylindrical container containing a variety of small objects, most likely products for sale. However, the most astonishing feature of these new aliens was their clothing. Or Lack Thereof.

"I think we're overdressed," Nolan stated tongue-in-cheek, the young boy seemingly unperturbed by the naturalist predispositions of their reptillian guests. Any concerns he might have had about the aliens harboring weapons were definitely rendered mute by the appearance of the merchants. The males were a decisively green color, with hard jade-like scales along their sides and back that softened to a more milky color on the torso and underside of the neck; while the females of the species had slightly more variation to them. One seemed a vibrant shade of teal while the second was nearly sapphire blue. All of them quite naked and… with tails.

"Disgusting," Dahrk spat, the biting remark made under his breath as the Ferengi surveyed the aliens as they set up their shop there on the shuttlebay.

"Oh? I think its kind of refreshing," Nolan chirped with something of a knowing smile on his face. "Trills and humans have a lot of stuffy preconceptions about the nude form and propriety. It took the Federation a good twenty years to get the Mirans in the habit of wearing clothes in the summer. Especially around water," the youth added in a whimsical kind of mood, turning to survey Dahrk, Benji, and T'Shaini. What he saw were a lot of blank expressions of reprehension, shock, and disbelief. In that order, respectively.

"I'm not sure Naota ever fully understood the concept behind having a bathing suit," the young lieutenant added, clasping his hands behind his back as he slyly slid over toward the alien shuttlepod. While Nathan searched for where his jaw had hit the deck, it struck the little Trill hybrid that at least one of them ought to say hello.

"Welcome aboard the Federation starship Hawking. I'm Lieutenant Marc," the child stated with a crisp polish, practically hearing Lien Jubei's own voice echoing in his ears as he spoke. Diplomacy wasn't exactly Nolan's idea of a fun time, but having the memories of two starship commanders in his head certainly didn't leave him with any shortage of protocol for this sort of occasion.

"Some of our crew…" the boy announced, pivoting one step back in order to indicate the three speechless people standing in a mixture of awe and disbelief behind him. "Counselor T'Shaini of Vulcan, Dahrk of Ferenginar, and I believe you spoke earlier with Nathan Benjamin of Earth, captain of the Hawking," Nolan introduced, before turning back to their merchandising guests and finding a green, three-fingered, clawed hand coming down to pat him on the head.

"You are all from different worlds?" the nudist trader observed, leaving a hand on Nolan's head as he looked at the row of spots on either side of the child's face, masked under the veil of blond hair.

"We hail from a… coalition of a worlds," Nolan explained with a shrug. "The crew of our ship come from one hundred and fifty different worlds.. but most are mammalian," the youth added, realizing that the temperature in the shuttlebay was most likely very cold to their guests. "We can increase the temperature in this area if you're at all uncomfortable," the boy offered sweetly.

"And how old are you, 'Lieutenant Marc'? You look like a child," the bluish female observed candidly.

"Oh, I am," Nolan affirmed with a nod in the lady's direction, before explaining in a quieter tone, "But I'm Miran… we're all children and we all lost count after our four hundredth birthday."

Now it was the aliens turn to let their jaws hit the floor and look stupefied. Which gave Benji a few moment in which to find his own tongue. Taking a step back, Nolan hooked his arm around Dahrk's elbow and dragged the Ferengi over to the aliens, pushing the flabbergasted businessman in front of him.

Lifting himself up on his tip-toes, Nolan threw his arms around Dahrk, resting his chin on his shoulder as his blue eyes peered up at the naked reptillians. "I believe Mister Dahrk here wants to talk to you about starcharts, food… and toys."

There was no way he was going to let toys be left off the negociations. Especially when this ship's idea of one was that stupid yo-yo of humans. Lien had suspected that humans had the worst taste in toys and Benji's school-aged crew seemed to be proving the previous Marc host right…

a joint post with the man from B.E.N.J.I.
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10-19-2007, 03:17:18 PM #14
T'Shaini
Chief Counselor
USS Hawking

Join Date: Oct 24, 2006
Posts: 56
Harry's previous sessions may be found in Human Voices Wake Us on the Holodeck

It had become routine by now: the pre-session jitters, followed by a shot of ire at the enforced weekly examination of his… what? Emotions? Motivations? Hells, he didn't even know why he was being probed. All Harry knew was that it made him feel… helpless. Stripped and alone and open for anyone to see just how little was left of him. Come and see the hollow man.

As he approached the Counselor's office, he downed the chaser of guilt that always finished the aperitif. Wendy, well, as much as he trusted anyone, he trusted her. Didn't mean he'd willingly lay himself out for her perusal… that was… well, he just couldn't. Still, it wouldn't last much longer. Three months had been prescribed and damn near three months it had been.

The door slid open at his request and, holding fast to the promise of freedom, Finn put on his best 'cooperative' face and walked in.

T'Shaini looked up from her PADD at Harry's entrance. Raising one eyebrow at the apparent ease of manner she gestured for him to sit, if only to see how far the facade of comfort would extend.

He looked at the inevitable indication towards the couch… what was with her and the sitting, anyway? Have you met me? Still, could it hurt to humor the woman? He shrugged, walked over to the couch, aaannnnd made a sharp left to go lean on his favorite wall.

A slight crinkling around the eyes was the only thing that betrayed her amusement. "So Harry, what is new?"

"Well, interestingly, I suddenly find myself engaged to train someone in self-defense.. oh, but you know that," he mirrored her raised brow. "In the real news, I finally got the graveyard's blackout curtains up. It's verrryyy spooky. And Doctor Schaeffer brought some fairly horrific props by, this morning." And I've convinced the command staff to help me look for a ghost but, can't say that… "I think those are the highlights. Everything else is just work, waiting for the other cosmic shoe to fall on our collective heads… the usual."

He was so very hard to read. As closely as she observed she could not detect any of the emotions behind anything that he said, and since he was rarely willing to tell her anything at all she needed to rely on what she could glean from physical cues. Which was a serious issue. "I see that our next session brings us to the end of the three month mandatory counseling recommended. I would like to discuss that today if you do not mind?"

"It's your office," Harry nodded towards the door, "says so on the plaque."

"Indeed it does, I would like to hear your thoughts on the matter."

He crossed his arms over his chest, "Probably, you don't," he warned, "but since you ask, 'Yippee' springs to mind, followed by, 'Hooray' and lastly, 'Sorry I was such a pain in the ass most of the time'," he looked away, "I appreciate that you were trying to help."

"Now, granted the three month counseling period is technically under my discretion. However, I would not make you extend anything you did not think was of benefit to you. Do you have any thoughts about what you had wanted to accomplish…I know, technically it was Starfleet that ordered you here. But if you have no opinions on this one way or another it is a sign that little was accomplished."

"Of course I have an opinion," he replied, the voice of reason, "my opinion is that, over the past three months I've proven I could do the job I was assigned without taking a drink." Well, there had been the one swallow from the rigged replicator, and then that time in the Qniverse but he'd paid for that, in spades. Harry flung himself off the wall and began to pace the room. "Which is, basically, all I thought needed to be accomplished. It's all I ever cared about and I'm pretty sure it's all they care about at Command."

"Was the drinking truly the issue? Or is it the symptom of something else?"

He froze, the sense of exposure suddenly overwhelming. "It became the issue," he said coldly, "after the Maru," after they all died, "after the Discharge; it became the issue. And now it's not."

"Because you have found another way to deaden the pain." She saw the crack in the armor and tried to pry it open, because it was time, far past time, truth to be told. "Harry, you have never had the behavioral characteristics of an alcoholic, it was never the issue. And you have not processed the pain, merely found a way to cover it and pretend it is not there so that you can function with some degree of normalcy. That does not mean it will go away on its own. Do you really want to hazard what you have, knowing that at any moment the scab that has formed over it may break?"

"Processed the pain?" Finn rounded on the Counselor, "What kind of… who thinks like that? In cold hard reality, who even cares? If I can function with 'some degree of normalcy' then I'm doing better than half this crew." He strode away, ran into some wall, turned and walked back, "And, for the record, there is no scab. There never was." He was feeling almost breathless, "There never will be."

"Do you think if you continue to feel pain it is some form of retribution?"

"Yes!" Shit!

"What purpose does that serve?" She could almost feel the waves of self-revulsion crash over her, it was enough to make her ill, but as he had a job to do, so did she. "Will your self-imposed punishment bring them back? We know this is not the case. Will it allow you to apprehend Acker? Again, no. Could it become so overwhelming that it interferes with 'the job'. Yes. No one is unbreakable, so yes. Are you willing to risk that?"

"The purpose it serves is that it IS the purpose," he snapped, "It's not punishment. It's just a way of feeling something which is better than feeling nothing so I can keep breathing… and I have to keep breathing so I can find him," faced with a fury so intense it made his head spin, Harry felt himself sink to the couch, "So I can find all of them," he heard himself saying and he wanted to halt the words but it didn't feel like he was in control, anymore. "When I've done that… when I've taken them down, then I can stop. I'll be able to stop."

"Stop what?" The words dropped, rainfall on the leaf of silence.

Into the further stillness, "Everything." Another small eternity, "But you already knew that."

"Oh Harry." A simple exhale conveyed the depth of her insight. "What is next?"

Eyes on the carpet, he shook his head, lost, "I don't know," he said, "Nothing's changed, has it? Nothing except that I know that you know," he almost smiled at that. Almost. "What I don't know is if that means you're going to get in the way of what I have to do." It took real effort, but he once again dragged his eyes up to meet hers, "If you are… if I lose that… I may as well be dead, already."

"No, it means I want to help you be strong enough to not only do what you need to do, but survive it."

"Yeah, well, good luck with that."

"I do not need luck. All I need is your assistance."

He looked to the ceiling, sighed, "Translated, that just means more counseling, doesn't it?" Crap.Then he did smile, glancing back at Wendy, "Unless… you'd care to make it more interesting?" When she looked confused he felt the smile growing, "I'm willing to bet you, and you can name the stakes, that in the next three months, you can't change my mind." What the hell, it was pretty much a win/win for him, right?

Unconventional patients call for unconventional methods. "Done."

Further emotional adventures of Harry and The Counselor
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*bows to the brilliance of Jillian!

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10-19-2007, 02:16:22 AM #13
Tatiana Thorne
Medical Officer
USS Hawking

Join Date: Jun 28, 2007
Location: Texas
Age: 18
Posts: 11
“No god hearkens to the voice of lost Electra, or heeds the sacrifices offered by my father long ago. Ah woe for the dead! woe for the living wanderer, who dwelleth in some foreign land, an outcast and vagabond at a menial board, sprung though he is of a famous sire! Myself, too, in a poor man's hut do dwell, wasting my soul with grief, an exile from my father's halls, here by the scarred hill-side; while my mother is wedded to a new husband in a marriage stained by blood-”

“So you volunteered to do the Halloween thing?”

Tatiana jumped, and calmed when she noticed who had come in, “Geez! Can you make noise or breathe next time you enter the room? And why are you here anyway? People are going to believe you have a crush on me if you keep hanging around.”

“They already know I love you!” Stephanie exclaimed dramatically and flopped down on the floor.

Tatiana snorted, closed her book and tossed it to lay by her feet. She sat up and looked at the door, “Did I leave it unlocked?”

“Yep, and even told me to come in. I guess you don’t remember since you were so into your book anyway,” she rose to her knees and reached over to grab the book, “Electra?” Hall studied it intensely and once it clicked what it was about she looked at her suspiciously, “Plotting something Thorne?”

Tatiana sat up and stretched, “Not at all, both my parents are alive and together so I have no reason to avenge anyone.”

Both women fell silent. Tatiana lied back down and closed her eyes, her hair spilling around her. Her roommate was duty in Sickbay, and right after she finished she’d have to go in her place.

“So are you going to answer my question, did you volunteer to do Finn’s project?”

She didn’t open her eyes, but answered the blonde woman, “Yeah, I love to scare kids. One time I had my youngest brother, Aleksandr, too scared to sleep alone for a month. That was my shining moment. But then again, I wasn’t allowed to leave the house except for school for three months. I’d like to think the payoff was worth it and I have a natural talent for scaring kids shitless.”

“Too bad you didn’t make a career out of it, Satan.”

“Well it’s okay; I do have my fun with the damned souls after all, providing them with eternal misery every second” Tatiana responded with a sigh. She opened her eyes, sat up to rest on her elbows and looked at her friend, who had resumed slouching from her position on the floor. Her expression changed, and she looked at her friend in feigned annoyance,

“Wait, you came here to ask me about Finn’s project?”

“Pretty much,” Hall responded, “I was bored,” she whined.

“Go do…science stuff or something and leave me alone,” she said and shooed Stephanie away, “the medical person has to get ready for her next duty shift, which is coming up soon.”

“Then why are you still in bed?”

“I don’t go for another hour and a half, and there’s this thing called a nap…”

“Okay, okay I’m leaving,” Hall said and threw up her hands in defeat, “I don’t want to thrown into the pits of fire and brimstone.”

“Exactly.”
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"It's true, we're all a little insane."-Evanescence

"My loathings are simple: stupidity, oppression, crime, cruelty, soft music."-Vladimir Nabokov

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10-18-2007, 11:58:42 AM #12
Camenze Taray
Science Officer
USS Hawking

Join Date: Jan 9, 2007
Location: Attilam, "The Lost Colony"
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TO: Captain Nathan Benjamin, USS Hawking
FROM: Camenze Taray, Astrometrics Officer/Asst Chief of Science
Regarding- Current Assignment of Duty

Dear Sir,

Thought I have greatly enjoyed my duties as Chief Science Officer and have given all my effort and attention to my position I would like to request a change of position aboard the Hawking. I would like to request a change to create a new department, separate yet working with Sciences, of Xeno-biology. I have spoken with Solek, who is currently the only crewman in this area, and Linvoy Primus, civilian, and I feel we could work together well. I would also like to bring our one Hortan crew person over with us as well. Torrik Nils, our new chief, has the department well in control and I feel that Xeno- biology has been a bit neglected of late but a possible asset to the ship. Also, you know what they say about too many chief in the kitchen!

Sir, I wanted to make this request to you before submitting it formally to Command. I have recently had an increased interest in Xeno-biology and I had it as a secondary field of study a the Academy. I have updated all of my studies and been keeping up with the latest data and research as well as conducting my own personal study in my off time. I would also suggest that we could reallocate part of one of the Cargo Bays for a lab, keeping Chomper's pen as part of the lab.

Having a dedicated team on this project I think could be a wonderful asset to the Hawking and her crew in their mission of exploration.

Thank you for your time,
Camenze Taray
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Camenze Taray, Clan Taray
"J'kell, I made some mistakes…but, honestly,
it was another reality, and I was a pirate!
You can't hold that against me!"

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10-18-2007, 11:27:32 AM #11
Harry Finn
Security Officer
USS Hawking

Join Date: Jun 27, 2007
Age: 44
Posts: 104
USS Hawking
Deck 14 - Office ComSecOps
1210 Hours (Day Zero + 8)

“Chief, I just realized something…” Harry was already talking as he burst into his CO’s office only to be brought up short when he realized the boss was not alone. “Lieutenant,” he greeted Vanona Hawthorn, who had apparently been in conference with Enneking., “I’m sorry if I interrupted…”

Cole looked up at the cadet, “Nothing urgent, Finn. What did you need?”

“Nothing that can’t wait,” he brought his eyes back to his superior’s, expression blank, “I can come back later.”

If it couldn’t wait, why had he come racing in the office like his pants were on fire? And then not want to talk about it… in front of Hawthorn.

Oh.

“No need, Finn, we were just about done, here, anyway,” he tossed a nod Vanona’s way. “Get back to me on those evaluations,” he told her, “and I’ll look into that other issue.”

“Very well.” Clearly, the two men wished to converse alone. Exiting the room, Vanona had to work at squashing the surge of irritation which followed the dismissal. What could Finn possibly need to discuss with the Chief that she need not hear?

Once the doors had slid shut behind his obviously miffed 2IC, Cole brought his attention back to Finn, still standing at ease in front of the desk. “I’m going to have to pay for that,” he said before leaning back in his chair. “For God’s sake, man, take a seat, already and tell me what’s got you so bothered.”

For once, Harry sat, taking the chair Hawthorn had just vacated. He leaned forward, towards the desk as he explained, “Remember how I pointed out that there’s no one on the Hawking who couldn’t have been compromised by Acker?”

“Yes, I remember very well,” Cole leaned forward as well, “Which I take to mean you don’t trust me, either.”

Finn shrugged that off, “And you don’t trust me, so we can watch each other.” Not that we aren’t, already. “But, here’s the thing,” he began, “and I can’t believe I didn’t think of this before, but, sir, there are five people on the Hawking who would not have been turned…”

“… because they weren’t on the Hawking.” Enneking finished the sentence.

“The Sentinel’s castaways are the only people who Acker would never have been able to get to. They were nowhere near Megiddo after he made me and they’ve been out of Federation contact for months.” Harry was inordinately excited by this prospect. “We have a control group, if you’re willing to allow it.”

Cole leaned back, “I’ll clue Nolan in,” he decided, “for a start. He’s on the team and has considerable experience in black ops.” Not that he considered that a good thing, but it was useful, under the circumstances. “Right now he’s with the Captain, working out a trade for some charts.” And he really hoped they’d get something useful out of the deal.

Then the Lieutenant brought his attention back to the officer before him, “How’d they suck you in, anyway?” The question he’d wanted to ask for, oh, ever, “Spec Ops, I mean. What did they do to get you?”

Now Harry leaned back in the chair, holding the other man’s gaze, “They gave me a choice,” he said, “take their offer, keep the uniform,” find the man, “or not.” He looked away, briefly, remembering too much of the time when Nechayev had found him, made her proposal, “And ‘not’ wasn’t an option.”
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10-18-2007, 06:49:57 AM #10
Anthony Trann
Security Officer
USS Hawking

Join Date: Apr 29, 2007
Posts: 50 Anthony struggled to sleep, rolling in his bed, he tosseled, fought with what ever was damaging his mind, fought what ever horror which lay beyond his waking eye, and woe, he screamed, scratching at his bed sheets, then waking up, waking up from a nightmare he was glad to be away from. He sat in his bed, which felt much like a deathbed, and stared at the door, expecting someone to walk through. But what stood at the door way was nothing, just emptiness.

Scared and Troubled, he lay his head back on the pillow, staring at the ceiling, staring at anything that could put him to sleep. He considered takeing out his cello, but was to gripped by fear to even move a limb.

He closed his eyes…

And opened them again, he found himself staring down a long chasm. Whispers of air flashed around him, whispers which became words, uttering his name, mocking him, insulting him, he reached out to them but it found only what he was staring at…

and long chasm, and nothing inbetween. The area was a cliffside, but it looked like someone had taken a knife and sliced the now chasm he was staring down. He felt drawn to it, like a hand grasped onto his chest and threatend to pull him down into oblivion, and then he looked down at his chest. A hand lay there, the arm it was attached to was sickly, full of boils, but ever scretching and came from the chasm, pulled him down.

Screaming, he blinked to find himself in another room. Across the room, sat a desk, there a romulan sat.
"Sarjek, please, take a seat" Said the Romulan, in a casual manner. Anthony proceeded to the chair and then, it melted, suddenly the Romulan materilized infront of him, thier faces almost touching, he could smell the stench of the romulans breath.
"you!, are weak!" Yelled the Romulan, his voice blistering Anthony's ears…

"No!" Screamed Anthony, he found himself back in his room. Safe, but struck with fear. He finnaly brought himself to step out of the bed, as he strolled around he room he thought to himself…

why…
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Thanks for the Sig Nathan!

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10-17-2007, 04:38:18 PM #9
Harry Finn
Security Officer
USS Hawking

Join Date: Jun 27, 2007
Age: 44
Posts: 104
USS Hawking
Deck 8 - Lower Cargo Bay 2
0950 Hours (Day Zero + 8)

Hanging the blacks was proving to be more of a pain in the ass than he’d expected. The ladder was rickety, his help had fled the field an hour past and now Harry was left alone, trying to attach this surprisingly heavy mass of fabric to the wall of the 'graveyard'. When the entire drape went slithering to the deck for the umpteenth time, he let out a string of epithets that would have done Great-aunt Sadie proud. Then he took a deep breath, slid down the ladder and began to gather up the recalcitrant pile of material. Since it had felt so good the first time, he gave in cursed some more while wrestling with the giant pile-o-drapes.

Again.

The bark of laughter she emitted at Harry's cursing signaled her entrance. Putting the large box full of various bones and body parts on the floor Kerrin placed her hands on her hips and shook her head. "You kiss your mama with that mouth?" Smiling to soften the smartass tone she looked at the harried looking Harry. "A little bird told me you needed some help, I see she wasn't kidding…." Pushing the box forward with her toe. "I brought some instant gruesome along."

Harry let his hand move away from the phaser hidden at his back once he realized who had entered, and what she was doing here. Surrounded by pooling draperies, he exhaled a careful breath, "Doctor Schaeffer ," he greeted professional… distant… safe "Sorry for that," he gestured towards the mess at his feet, "I just… I'm… I'm experiencing technical difficulties." Ya think? He gave up and stepped away from the devil's fabric, "So… yes, I'd heard you'd offered to assist." Heard and then promptly filed away as 'not an issue'.

Well, 'not an issue' was standing there, right now, looking just as much of an issue as he'd remembered.

"Here in box number one, I have a human and a ferrengi skeleton, I can get more and different species if you want. There are several 'severed heads' and 'hands' that I replicated." Her smile suddenly started to bear more resemblance to a wolf baring her teeth. "Annnd, the piece de resistance." She pulled a carefully wrapped object from the box, set it down on the floor and revealed a very realistic looking human heart…that appeared to be still beating. "Touch it…go ahead."

"Wow," seeing the dare in her eyes, Harry had no choice but to close the distance between them, "I haven't had an offer like that in… never, come to think of it." He considered the rhythmic pulsing of the (hopefully) fake heart then sucked it up and, with a level of caution seldom seen outside a demolitions crew, poked the thrumming organ.

"YOWZA," he jumped back, not quite avoiding the spurting geyser of bluish-red liquid that erupted on contact. "Oh, oh, oh, that is wicked," he stepped forward again, crouching down and carefully peering at the object before raising his eyes to Kerrin's… Doctor Schaeffer's. "How'd you…?"

Shaking with laughter it took Kerrin a moment or two to hiccup out a reply. "Trade secret…I'll never tell." Breathe. "I figured it would serve a dual purpose, scare the pants out of them and make them reaaaaallly wary about touching other stuff in the house."

Watching Kerrin's unadulterated glee in the face of her own gory creation, Harry started to lose track of the words. He sort of heard something about 'touching' but he was pretty sure she didn't mean what his fevered synapses were trying to make it mean. Then he realized she was staring at him, quite possibly waiting for a response, "Ahh," he looked down at the telltale heart but, damn it, it wasn't telling; he looked back up at her, "what?"

Kerrin felt her heart skip a beat when she watched him lose track of his thoughts. Whoa whoa whoa….don't jump to the conclusion you want. You are a scientist, change the variables. "I just assumed that kids, being kids…especially the older ones, might get a little out of hand. So a built in warning system about the dangers of touching," She stepped in and laid her hand on his chest. "may save someone who's costume makes them unrecognizable some manhandling." On the word 'manhandling' she gave him a little shove. Don't want to be tooo obvious.

He took the shove, rolling back on his heel briefly before rocking forward and back to standing in the space of a breath. Now, upright, he realized that, in this reality… in reality, he'd never been so close to her. Watching Kerrin tilt her head back to look him in the eye, Harry started to feel… something. Something you're not allowed. "It's a great…" he began, telling his feet to step away, step away now but his feet were distracted by the dark fall of hair and the glint in the green eyes, ".. heart," he finished lamely, realized he was staring and, finally, woke the feet up enough to back off. Only a few precious centimeters, but enough space to breath. Sort of.

There was a part of her brain still caught up in data analysis. Increased heart rate, check, flush to skin of face, check, mutual escalation of breathing patterns, check. The rest of it was just hoping he would kiss her. No, no, no…too fast. Relax. Her movement triggered by his as an invisible string had been snapped she turned to scoop up the heart (from the back where she knew it was harmless) and tuck it away in the box. Her mind elsewhere (obviously) she caught her foot on the femur of the human and stumbled. Way to go Grace.

"Whoa, gotcha!" Finn reached out and caught the scientist by the waist, before she fell and broke (ha) a leg. "Need to watch out for those delicate… bones," he held her upright, then kept holding her upright because… well… because obviously she needed the help. Right?

No, Harry. Not right. "I wish I could," he said, continuing a conversation that had never begun while her eyes looked up into his, sapping his will and, apparently, every shred of intelligence he might have possessed, "but I can't." He felt himself falling, now and he wanted to stop it because, and who knew this better than he, it was a fatal plunge. "I can't," he said again, but his head was dropping towards her and she wasn't saying anything, just waiting and watching and he kept on falling until, finally…

"I…I have to go." Oh god oh god oh god oh god Kerrin, no matter how much she wished to be right now, was not stupid. She understood enough about Harry to anticipate what the backlash would be if they kissed right now. The trembling in her body reflecting her voice she backpedaled toward the door. "I..uhh, have some more stuff that I can bring by tomorrow." A shaky grin lifted the corners of her mouth. "Not as gruesome as the heart, but it will do." Checking the urge to sprint for safety she turned and walked casually toward the door…and OUT. SHIT

Harry, alone once more, felt his gaze drawn to the box and the heart within. "I know how you feel," he told it, before turning back to the Sisyphean task of hanging the horrid black drapes. "It's curtains for you, Finn," he said in his best ancient film star voice before throwing himself into the job with a focused vengeance, the better not to think about what just hadn't happened.


In another part of the Hawking, in the darkness, someone watched Finn return to his labors. Linking in with the ship's sensors had been child's play, the rewards far other. Leaning closer to the screen the viewer reflected on the most recent images: bones and blackness; the heart entombed. The woman. And the man. Never forget the man. "I will show you fear in a handful of dust." An anticipatory smile flitted across the observer's features before the viewscreen went, quite suddenly, dark.

A meeting of minds between T'Sherrin… K'Shaini.. whatever, and Harry Finn
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10-17-2007, 12:09:52 PM #8
T'Shaini
Chief Counselor
USS Hawking

Join Date: Oct 24, 2006
Posts: 56
Continuing to breathe deeply T'Shaini stretched her left leg out in front of her, then grasping her right foot with her left hand she exhaled as she stretched her leg up behind her shoulder and twisted her torso through the opening to gaze up at…Harry?

"And you do this for fun?"

"Fun? Yes, I do it for fun. I do it for a myriad of reasons, but fun will suffice."

Ouch. Well, to each their own, infinite diversity and all that. "Don't let me interrupt your quality pretzel time," Harry shook his head at the idea of twisting oneself into unnatural positions for relaxation and pleasure and continued on to the dojo section of the gym, where the wooden dummy waited. He was feeling the need to improve his speed and targeting and nothing like hitting some oblivious hunk of wood to get the blood going. Once he'd warmed up on the wing chun, he'd run a program on the holodeck.

In moments, he'd fallen into the rhythm of the exercise: slowly to start, then with steadily-increasing speed he'd strike the protruding spurs. Blade hand, kick, backhand, kick, punch, blade hand… over and over, faster and faster, pushing himself to the point of failure and then starting over. Slow, to fast, to failure, again and again, each time lengthening the time between the start and the miss.

Isolated by breath and concentration T'Shaini was unaware of the noises drifting from the other side of the partition until she had finished her practice. Rising from the floor she followed the grunting to see Harry repeatedly hitting a block of wood…and from the sounds she was overhearing it involved more than a modicum of pain.

"And you do this for fun?"

He kept going, "Actually, it's a job requirement," he got in another dozen hits before voluntarily stopping to face the counselor, sweat streaming down his face, "fortunately, I like my job so, yes, I guess I do do it for fun."

"Interesting…and what is the purpose behind it?" She tipped her head to the side as she inspected the target.

"Nothing too deep," Harry grabbed his towel and scrubbed his face down, "it's a tool for improving speed, accuracy, striking techniques and strength." He leaned against the dummy, "After warming up on the pile of sticks, here, I go straight to a holographic workout, against moving opponents," he smiled, "Pev has agreed to program in some hostile St'i'ach for training purposes… should be interesting."

"Indeed…training purposes. For yourself? Or for others?"

"For the Security staff, mostly but," he looked closely at Wendy, there seemed to be more than idle curiosity in her expression, "unarmed combat training in Starfleet is available to anyone with an interest."

A crease appeared between her brows as she thought. "Even for those with no prior experience? Other than the academy?" T'Shaini had had a taste of being proficient in a discipline during her time in the Qniverse, it was perhaps the one thing she would have liked to incorporate into her true existence. Perhaps this was a unique opportunity.

"Well, there are classes," though he'd seen one in passing and the students seemed to be more interested looking threatening than learning anything useful. In fact, he was pretty sure Boyce had been in that class, "or, you could ask someone who's proficient in a form you're interested in." Which might be more useful than taking a class with a bunch of unfocused posers.

"Are you offering?" She was interested, more than interested and well, Javier could teach her, but he barely had time to wave in her general direction between shifts.

He almost slid off the post, "Am.. what? Am I what?"

"Offering to teach me. I understand completely if you do not have time. I do not have to start right this minute, but I was contemplating that expanding my knowledge of defense could only be a positive thing."

He straightened, crossing his arms over his chest, "True for you and, no, it's not a time issue but… are you sure you want me to teach you? I mean, have you asked around? Because I'm not known for holding back…" Just ask Saunders, who was still bitching about his training. He realized who he was speaking to and elaborated, "What I'm saying is, if you ever get into a fight - in reality, if you are ever forced to fight - you have to accept that you're going to get hurt. No one walks away without some damage, unless they're in the vids. In order to prepare for that, I don't go all that easy. I won't break anything; I won't try to do damage but I won't pretend a strike works if it doesn't. That kind of BS only gets people hurt if they're ever faced with the real deal."

"I would assume that was the point." She attempted to analyze whether he was presenting the facts or trying to frighten her off…if it were the latter he was not doing a thorough job of it. "If presented with the actuality of confrontation my first choice would be to avoid it. But what if I cannot? I need to know enough to…if nothing else, open an avenue of retreat. Of course there is some pain involved, I would be naive to expect anything less. And if watching this exercise you do for 'fun' did not tell me that, believe me, the stories I have heard would tell me what I should expect."

Stories? "For starters, don't ever think about opening an avenue to retreat. Once you've engaged you're in it until the aggressor is down."

"Down?"

"Down. Incapacitated. Unable to continue the fight. I don't go for the kill unless I know there's no other choice." He didn't tell her how often there had been no choice for him. He'd lost count, by now, anyway.

"No 'kick them in the shins and run'?"

"Only if you like the idea of dying," was his answer, and there was no humor in his eyes when he said it.

Pushing aside the fleeting thought that she might be biting off more than she could chew T'Shaini nodded at the oh so serious Finn. Quite a feat to make the Vulcan look lighthearted. "Very well, I would like, at your convenience, to schedule a lesson. And, speaking of scheduling…."

Mental head slap. "Of course," he smiled, "I could never forget," though deities know I try "I go on duty at 1500 tomorrow, have to put in an hour or so on the haunted house project but I can work around your schedule," might as well double up the tasks, though. "What do you want to do first? Analyze or paralyze?"

"Perhaps we should analyze tomorrow, then paralyze the following day. One too hard on the heels of the other may be confusing…for both of us."

JP with Harry and Tee!

10-17-2007, 11:48:58 AM #7
Nathan Benjamin
Commanding Officer
USS Hawking

Join Date: Dec 4, 2004
Location: Kansas
Age: 27
Posts: 38
:: U.S.S. Hawking ::
:: Main Bridge ::
:: 0930 Hours (Day Zero + 8) ::

The alien vessel sat motionless on the viewer as the Hawking's young captain considered it. Unlike most vessels that he was familiar with, he was having a difficult time ascertaining it's purpose. Its curves suggested a predatory nature, yet Khev could find nothing to suggest she was armed. Nathan sat, perched on the edge of the command chair, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees and clasping his hands between them as he stared up at the ship. It hadn't moved since Hawking dropped out of warp nearly five minutes ago. In addition to that, she hadn't answered hails either. The teen frowned thoughtfully, leaning back into the big chair.

"Have we intercepted any radio traffic from then at all?" He asked keeping his eyes locked on the ship.

The Romulan Operations chief simply shook his head. "No sir. She hasn't even scanned us that I can tell."

Nathan stood up. What to do now, he thought. It wouldn't do to simply take off, and the ship was sitting there when Hawking had detected it. In fact they'd made no indication that they were even aware of the starship's presence. "How many lifeforms did you say were on board?" He asked almost absently.

"There appear to be five humanoid sized lifeforms and severl hundred smaller ones, likely rodents or pets or something." Khev replied, checking his readouts. Nathan ran a hand through his hair and drew in a deep breath. "Nolan… got anything for us on their weapons systems yet?" Normally, weapons systems would be one of the last things to cross the boy's mind in meeting a new race. However since coming to this area they'd been shot at by everyone they'd met. Well… not the tSudaire, but Nathan was convinced that had Ladair been given a few more minutes to think on it then it would have happened.

The Romulan Operations chief simply shook his head. "No sir. She hasn't even scanned us that I can tell."

Nathan stood up. What to do now, he thought. It wouldn't do to simply take off, and the ship was sitting there when Hawking had detected it. In fact they'd made no indication that they were even aware of the starship's presence. "How many lifeforms did you say were on board?" He asked almost absently.

"There appear to be five humanoid sized lifeforms and several hundred smaller ones, likely rodents or pets or something." Khev replied, checking his readouts. Nathan ran a hand through his hair and drew in a deep breath. "Nolan… got anything for us on their weapons systems yet?"

"Elaborate shield matrix… there appears to be two emitters on the anterior of the dorsal battery and possibly a third on the posterior ventral side," the child remarked, as the small lieutenant adjusted the tactical sensors on the wraparound console before him. "They are emitting a passive EM field that is scattering their energy profile. I can't determine defensive or offensive capability from these readings," the boy determined finally, glancing up from his station to look over at Benji and Torrik in turn. If anyone could devise a method of cutting through the EM interference, it was Nils but Nolan doubted there was much urgency to the matter. If the aliens had a super-ultra-mega-blast cannon then most likely the Hawking would know about it by now if the aliens intended to use it.

"However, I can say that there are no energy spikes consistent with the power-up of any weapons system that we're familiar with," Nolan added with a shrug. "My guess is they have them, but they haven't energized them."

"Ok." Nathan began,taking in Nolan's report. "At least we know they're probably not going to try and kill us." He opened his mouth to say something else when an idea struck him. "Wait… Why would anyone want to scatter their energy signature… Other than…" He trailed off as words and thoughts took shape. "You think they might be some sort of merchant ship?" the teen shrugged. "Maybe they just don't want anyone scanning their merch." At this point, paranoia had given way to curiosity. Bouyed by Nolan's assertations that the vessel appeared non hostile, Nathan was now even more interested in speaking to them.

"Sir… I'm getting a signal from the alien." Khev called out, his hands flying over his controls as he adjusted Hawking's comm systems to accept the incoming transmission. "It's actually some sort of advanced subspace signal. Once agian sir… totally alien to us."

"Can we adjust our systems to match it? I really want to talk to these guys Khev."

The Romulan worked for a few moments without reply. Finally he lifted his head and nodded, eliciting a relieved sigh form his commander. "I have it sir." Khev informed him. "It'll just take a few seconds for the UT to translate it."

"Way out man!" Nathan replied, unable to contain his youthful enthusiasm. "Good work.. put it on!"

"Aye Sir." Khev replied. Seconds later background static filled the bridge as the crew listened intently. The transmission was at first in the aliens' own tongue. However ten seconds later it began anew in Federation standard.

"Alien vessel. We are the Arielian Trader liner Mikla. Do you wish to purchase?" The raspy, static laden voice paused momentarily. "We are standing by to recieve your orders."

Nathan allowed himself a grin. "A Trader ship." He mused. Surely they would be able to barter with the Arielians for at least their starcharts. Turning to look at Khev, Nathan gave the Romulan ops chief a thumbs up, indicating his desire to reply. Khev nodded as he opened the channel.

"Mikla, this is the Federation Starship Hawking." The teen captain said, returning to his chair. "We are new to this area of space. We are in need of navigational charts. Can we barter with you?"

The bridge was silent for the next few minutes as they awaited a reply. Nathan re-adopted his perch on the edge of the command chair, and the subtle beeps and whirs of the consoles joined the background static in creating a somewhat tense atmosphere on the Hawking's command center. Just as the boy's thoughts began leaning toward the negative, the Arielians' reply, short as it was, sounded throughout the bridge.

"We shall bring a store-pod. Please recieve us in your landing bay. And we must tell you again that all trades are final."

At that, the channel went dead.

"Let's hope there's a toy section!" Nolan remarked in happy anticipation, his large blue eyes blinking as he glanced around the bridge at the looks he was receiving from various persons. "What?" he demanded in a sulking sort of tone, muttering to himself about how un-fun adults were as he pouted over the tactical controls.

Nathan pushed himself out of the command chair and looked around the bridge. "Okay so, Nolan… and Nils. You guys are with me, and uh… Drelan, you've got the bridge." He ordered as the little Ferengi pilot turned from his station, blinking twice as he digested the order.

"Me captain?"

"Yeah dude. unless you don't want to.. You got a prob…"

"No.. no no… I can do it captain." His smile revealed his sharp teeth, making the diminutive Ferengi look rather predatory, though to know him for more than five minutes was to understand that this was anything but the truth. "I have the lobes for command sir… and I thank you for this opportunity."

"Great!" Nathan offered happily. "Have fun." The young captain began for the lift, reaching up to tap the little gold delta on his chest en route.

=/\= Benjamin to T'Shaini and Mister Dahrk.. I need you guys to meet me in the shuttlebay in about five minutes. =/\=

*This has a been a joint affair with mister Nolan Marc.*
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10-17-2007, 12:44:46 AM #6
Harry Finn
Security Officer
USS Hawking

Join Date: Jun 27, 2007
Age: 44
Posts: 104
USS Hawking
Deck 1 - Briefing Room
1550 Hours (Day Zero + 3)

“She never made any deals with me,” and with a sputter, the recording ended.

Finn stepped closer to the table, trying to ignore the hulking vulture of doubt that had landed on his shoulder. What if he'd been mistaken? What if Acker had nothing to do with the events plaguing him over the past months?

What if one of those rigged phasers had been activated?

One must be so careful these days.

It had to be him.

"Mr Finn," said Pev, "That was a very interesting performance, but I'm not certain about the context. Can you explain to us what exactly is going on?"

"Sirs, the man in that recording, Shaun Ryan Acker, escaped shortly after I and my team apprehended him for espionage, conspiracy to commit treason and, in one notable instance, trafficking. On stardate 60610.8, I received intelligence on his likely entry to Jericho-Samaria in July of this year, where he has established himself with a new identity, new face and, very likely, new clients." He glanced at Enneking, who had known about the transmission, if not its subject, before continuing, "It is my belief that he has achieved a presence aboard the Hawking."

"A presence?" Nathan asked, resting his arms on the sides of his chair. "As in a mole?" The teen captain mulled over the thought for a few seconds. "I'm not really convinced that's possible. I mean.. How would he know that you were coming here? Megiddo Personnel put you here when you came to the quadrant. So if that was true.. then the thing would go alot deeper than just the Hawking… it'd mean there's someone.. probably a few different someones back on Megiddo working with him too."

"Yes and no," Finn opened the metal case he'd brought along and pulled out a PADD, along with several isolinear chips, which he passed to Captain Benjamin. "Yes it does go a lot deeper than just the Hawking but not in the direction you're thinking." No doubt he was gonna end up with his ass in a sling for revealing this much but, then… hey, might not survive the trip home so…

"Acker spent twelve years in Starfleet's Bureau of Information and in that time he uncovered, dug up and sold intelligence from every branch of the 'Fleet. To all appearances he had an exclusive arrangement with the Orion Syndicate… we believe they were instrumental in his escape… but the actual fact-finding was on him." He indicated the PADD he'd handed over, "That is an inventory of the known losses. Included in the tally are a leak which deep-six'd some key treaty negotiations in the Beta Quadrant, along with the disappearance of sixteen Starfleet operatives in three different systems all within days of each other. There's also a reference to the Seneca Colony, on Illyria-Rhys…what used to be the Seneca Colony," he amended. "The planet is now a biohazard, unfit for population for the foreseeable future thanks to the atmospheric delivery of a formula that had been locked away in R&D's 'dead' files.

"Given the profile, if there's anything he wants to know, he's going to find out."

Nathan stole a glance at his chief of security, who wore a look of unadulterated disbelief. If the teen didn't know better, he'd surmise that Cole didn't believe one word coming out of Finn's mouth. For a moment, Cole caught his captain's gaze and simply raised his eyebrows before looking back at Finn.

"That being said," Harry continued, carefully ignoring Enneking's expression, "it is believed by certain members of both Special Operations and the Federation Department of Justice that someone in Command knew about and supported Lieutenant Commander Acker's espionage and that same someone enabled his escape, specifically by means of turning Ensign Laslow." He looked up at each of his superiors in turn before continuing, "With his abilities, contacts and motivation, I have no doubts that Acker, who now goes by the name of Stearns, by the way, would be able to similarly compromise a member of the Hawking's crew."

Pev narrowed one of his eyes, the closest the S'ti'ach came to arching a brow. "Is there any indication that this alleged infiltrator might have perished during our time with the crew of the Sentinel?"

"I believe it would be overly optimistic to assume so," Finn replied, "though it's not impossible. The last known activity was prior to the engagement with the Avaaru," he tapped the table, considering, "we might have gotten lucky but…"

The thought hung unfinished. Pev looked at Nathan, and said, "Sir, can we not just question the crew?" The XO was unused to spy tactics and underhanded behavior, and was at a loss to provide a ready answer. "Is there no way to draw them out? Perhaps going through the ship's communications, seeing if any coded transmissions have been logged?"

"No!" Surprisingly, both Enneking and Finn protested, but Finn deferred to his superior.

"Well, no to the questioning, at least," Cole explained. "The last thing we want is to alert the alleged transgressor to a search. And, well, I've already gone through the transmissions," the Chief of Security ignored the surprised look from Finn, "got nothing."

"Still," Finn noted, processing, "it would be very good to know who spent quality time on Megiddo, prior to July."

Pev nodded. "It would be a matter of minutes for Mr. Enneking to get a list of all crew who came aboard the Hawking that were not also members of the Knight." The S'ti'ach referred to the ship from which many of the crew, himself and the captain included, had come. "You might also remove the crew who were assigned prior to Mr. Finn's orders being issued. I can personally speak for many of the engineers: Rezz, Shu-Jin Tang, Mellick Dunz, Mustapha Ibrahim and Ajani Obatu all came over with us." The S'ti'ach's expression hardened slightly. "What about Anthony Trann? His behavior lately has been erratic, to say the least. I believe Counselor T'Shaini and Dr. Thorne could corroborate that."

"Trann is high on the list, believe me," Harry agreed. "But due respect, we can't eliminate anyone based on where they came from, or how long they've been on the Hawking." Deep breath, "Look, Ensign Laslow was on my team for two years and prior to that she was with DIA. She was taken off the case for a total of two weeks, after receiving sealed orders. She returned to the team in March of 2381 and in April, she helped Acker escape, killing herself and eight other people in the process. I would have guaranteed that she was untouchable. That we all were. That's not a mistake I intend to make, twice."

(To be continued)

A joint meeting wih Nathan Benjamin and Pev
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10-16-2007, 08:34:26 PM #5
L'mek
Civilian Doctor
Megiddo Colony

Join Date: Oct 25, 2006
Posts: 16
As he sat in his room drinking the last of a glass of Romulan ail L’mek held one of his old Romulan war medal. He sat caressing it with his thumb as it sat in his hand, feeling the bumps and ridges on its metal surface and remembering the atrocities he committed to earn it. The bad part was he felt no shame in the fact he had butchered Klingons to get it. But in the fact he was proud of something that his Starfleet comrades would shun him for. He held the thing for a moment before putting it in a box and putting the box of his awards away. He then went to fill his glass again but only to see mere drops of the precious blue liquid fall into his glass.

“Damn, and its so hard to find good ail these days.” L’mek cleaned the glass put it away and discarded the bottle. He then walked to sickbay.

As L’mek arrived in sickbay he noticed everyone was in a generally better mood compared with the usual depression from the Q or the anger and resentment of the new sentinel crew onboard. L’mek personally had no problem with any of them. But with exception from Dr. Munro L’mek hadn’t seen any of them.

Wanting to know more on the situation L’mek walked into the lab and sat on a computer and started looking at dossiers on the sentinel crew reported to be onboard to get a better understanding of the situation. As he looked all he saw where records. He could not figure out why the Hawking crew where so upset. He knew the situation but was unsure of all the facts so in his mind there was no basis on what to judge on. Also he understood that a ships actions do not always reflect the mindset of the crew as a collective. And by looking at the records all he saw where reports of Starfleet personnel. Some things reflected the outstanding achievements, and some parts reflected blemishes on the report but as a whole the crew of the Sentinel where a excellent example of Starfleet hard work. Not the Psycho was barons the Hawking made them out to be. And in his personal experience Dr. Munro was every bit the professional. Sitting at the computer he was now more confused than when he started.

As he thought for a moment as he turned off the computer he took a look at the empty sick bay that in his mind was only moments ago housed many sick and injured people, L’mek then started working on setting up sick bay for any type of emergency. Then he went back to the lab. And sat back down.

L’mek leaned back in his chair and thought to himself. “I Honestly wish I had enough for that second glass.”
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10-16-2007, 10:56:39 AM #4
T'Shaini
Chief Counselor
USS Hawking

Join Date: Oct 24, 2006
Posts: 56
Walking back to her office, T'Shaini felt as if something she was unaware of being out of place had shifted and settled. As she entered the room she heard the faint chime that signaled a message.

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Hey, Wendy, I need to reschedule. I'll be meeting the Captain at 1530 and I need some prep time. Really, I do. This is not a feeble attempt to dodge out on the appointment.

Okay, maybe a little but I do need the prep.

Harry

Putting down the PADD, T'Shaini mentally ran through the rest of the day. Two hours until the next session. She could, of course, log updates into the computer, but that held no appeal. Leaning on the edge of the desk she stared down at the PADD hoping for inspiration. A small smile began to tease the corners of her mouth. "Computer, locate Kerrin Schaeffer." "Dr. Kerrin Schaeffer is currently on deck 7, Dedicated Lab 1138."

:: Dedicated Lab 1138::

"The leg bone connected to the thigh bone…the thigh bone connected to the…pelvic girdle." Kerrin's singing stopped abruptly as she snorted to herself. "Irredeemable geek." She stopped and jumped up and down in place to shake out the chuckles before she went back to assembling the conglomeration of bones in front of her into a cohesive unit. Reaching out to select the next contestant on 'The Splice is Right' her hand hovered mid air as the chime for the door rang. "Come in!"

"I am sorry, am I interrupting something?" T'Shaini hesitated by the door, not wanting her unannounced visit to disrupt the flow of productivity.

Waving something that looked like a talon at the counselor, she beckoned her over to the workstation. "No, no problem…I can talk and assemble at the same time." She placed the 'talon' at the end of a 'limb' where it clearly…didn't fit. "Or not." She stuck her tongue out at the offending digit and looked back to T'Shaini. "To what do I owe this unexpected visit?"

When T'Shaini lifted her gaze from the cadaverous collection on the table, there was a distinct glint of humor in her eyes. "Something that would be particularly applicable to your area of expertise. There is going to be a Haunted House for the children and I have been informed that I will be leading groups through some sort of maze, and we would need some gruesome artifacts to inhabit said maze. I could think of no one better to provide such a thing than yourself."

Kerrin smirked. "Gruesome I can do. Just bones? Or blood and gore and bones?"

"Oh, I am merely recruiting, the details of assembly will be left to it's creator. I will inform Harry that you are willing and able to assist."

"Harry?"

"Yes, Harry…Harry Finn, security officer. Surely you recall him." T'Shaini paused by the door and turned back to Kerrin. "I am certain he will be grateful for any assistance you can provide." Once the door had slid shut behind her T'Shaini allowed the smile that had been threatening to spread across her face.

Inside her lab Kerrin was tapping the talon on the work surface as she thought. She shook her head as if she could shake off the blush that was staining her cheeks. "Fmeh…sneaky Vulcan."
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*bows to the brilliance of Jillian!

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10-15-2007, 05:41:15 PM #3
Torrik Nils
Chief Science Officer
USS Hawking

Join Date: Apr 25, 2006
Age: 27
Posts: 120
:: USS Hawking ::
:: Deck 8, Corridor ::

"So go. Pack up your stuff and let's go. I won't leave here until you tell me you're moving in with me."

Jillian’s voice echoed in Nils’ head. The way her eyes danced when she’d said the words wouldn’t stop tormenting him. Clearly she’d been resolute in her demeanor, but as always her good nature had shone through and her offer was both firm and endearing.

Yet he’d scowled at her in frustration, declined in very few words, and brushed past her.

It had been over twenty-four hours since the encounter and still the raw emotion of his ill-advised choice raked claw marks over his heart. He regretted every word, every action, and every look he’d given her in return. Why did it seem that suddenly he was pushing her away? It made no sense, even to him.

That morning he’d offered a prayer of repentance to the Prophets as well as one of peace for Jillian. Things were not going as he planned. The floor passed beneath him as he traveled on his way, ignoring the rest of the crew as they passed by. Only the solace of his work would be of any comfort to him. Making things right with Jillian would have to wait until he could make things right in himself.

Astrometrics was empty when he entered. Nils was glad.

“Computer, initiate cartography file Gamma two,” he said. The solace the lab offered him was tangible. Here the science would be certain. Here there were question that had answers. The search for those answers could be easily defined and he would allow it to define him. All would be well.

He examined the course he’d been working out as it displayed before him. Long-range sensors had provided him with much valuable data about possible routes back into more familiar space. There were ion trails and warp signatures he’d decided were best to avoid and a Class 7 Nebula they’d want to circumvent in their current state of disrepair.

A Trinary Stellar cluster was of particular interest and he’d adjusted his proposed course to get near enough for some in depth scans. Of particular interest was a class M world they would be passing relatively near to. From this range little could be discerned, but judging from some spectral return he’d only just barely begun analyzing, Nils deemed it probable that a pre-warp civilization called the planet home. Another strange new world with possible new life and new civilizations to behold. The thought was exhilarating.

Nils estimated two or three more hours work would have the course complete and ready for submission to the Captain. He hoped the proposal would be acceptable.

A feeling of satisfaction and peace settle over the Bajoran science officer as he began working out some finer points of his project. He almost felt at home…almost.

After half an hour of uninterrupted work, Nils was lost in his element. Data streamed before him and he quickly made adjustments and formulated theories to compensate. Space was his library and he studied diligently.

“Computer, Bajoran red blend…over ice,” he said over his shoulder absently. When the replicator didn’t immediately respond, Nils was thrust back into the real world. He eyed the replicator off in the corner. Its lack of response was puzzling. He absently paused a simulation he was running and made his way in the direction of his potential tea.

A swooshing sound and the sight of a circular projectile hurling his way was his only warning. He grabbed for his phaser, only to realize he wasn’t armed. The attack was quick and …creamy. Nils ducked too late and was slammed by a gelatinous mass. It splattered on the ground around him. Another projectile followed the first and Nils attempted to dodge, but the freshly creamed floor allowed him no traction. His attempt at evasion resulted in his feet coming from beneath him and his body hitting the deck. Three more projectiles in rapid succession slammed into the bewildered Bajoran. Before he’d fully registered what was happening Nils found himself on the floor covered in (he swiped a sample of the substance from his uniform and sniffed it)… pie.

Still more pies were flying overhead, slopping to the ground around him splattering him with graham-crackery flak. Goo covered consoles to the left and right. Nils raised an arm to protect himself from the incoming fire. The result was only to deflect more pie into his lap.

Finally the pastry assault was over. A furious Bajoran sat in a mess of pudding and cream, half of his face obscured by more of the dessert. Moments of stunned silence passed as he sat helpless in the mire of sweets. He didn’t know how to proceed. He only knew he was growing dangerously more angry by the moment.

His primary concern suddenly became getting back to the shuttlecraft without being seen. It would be unacceptable for anyone to get a look at him in this condition.

“Computer initiate emergency site to site transport to Shuttlecraft Vespucci, authorization Torrik five five alpha zero,” he said, his voice seething.

As the transporter energies grabbed him and disassembled his molecules, one name crept through as mind like a curse… Nolan.
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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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10-15-2007, 04:29:38 AM #2
Nolan Marc
Chief of Security
USS Hawking

Join Date: Nov 2, 2005
Location: Okinawa, Japan
Posts: 93
.: Astrometrics :: Deck 8 :: 1645 :.

Pausing with his back against the bulkhead, the young lieutenant carefully checked behind him for any signs of pursuit; pulling a slim tricorder from out of one pocket as he carefully scanned the interior of the science lab behind him. Nolan had verified only moments before that his target was not inside, but it never hurt to verify. Without a way of knowing just how long he would be gone, Nolan had pulled an escape from his watch on the bridge the moment that the computer had informed him that Torrik was no longer lurking around the science area. Scanning the exterior passageway one final time, the child errantly slipped inside of Torrik Nils' newfound playroom onboard the Hawking, if it could be considered as such. One of only a few places where Torrik had let his presence be known. If he wasn't in the shuttlecraft, then he was in one of the science labs. Or with Jillian, but it seemed even she had to find some way of making herself astronomically interesting in order to draw his eye. And given Nils desire to understand the unknown space in which they'd found themselves, Nolan knew that more than anyplace else on the Hawking… Astrometrics was going to be where one went to find Torrik Nils.

Except Nolan wasn't interested in finding him now… but rather what Nils would find waiting for him the next time he stepped in the room.

The boy stepped inside. The room was clear. The object of opportunity nestled in the crook of one corner in the lab. The replicator. Bastion of raktajino that fueled many a late night stellar survey. It was almost a sacred place there, cordoned off in its own part of the lab like a shrine to the gods of coffee. A silicon idol of isolinear worship and bio-neural adoration. And it was about to become the weapon by which the young lieutenant would unleash grand assault pie.

It wasn't that Nolan was feeling particularly wicked this afternoon, though standing watch for eight hours on the bridge was enough to drive anyone towards something rash and violent, or that Nils had done anything to draw the child's ire. He was merely the convenient target for a prank that had worked its way into the boy's head in those moments of scheming that staved off utter boredom on the bridge. An outlet for a survival instinct that prevented him from withering away. Or worse, growing up. Eight hours trapped in a room full of adults being responsible was practically cruel and unusual punishment for a Miran.

That… and Torrik had promised Nolan a new toy for piloting the shuttle. And he was about a week overdue on the payment. Which, it was never a good thing to fall behind on one's debts. Pie happens, after all.

Dropping to his knees, Nolan surveyed the area around the target area for possible exit strategies in case he was interrupted; unslinging the pressurized water rifle from off his shoulder and laying it out on the deck beside him at the ready as his small fingers went to work prying off the maintenance cover and exposing the intricate net of circuits underneath the panel. Working his nimble fingers around the delicate optic fibers, the boy busily interchanged connections and swapped various computer chips around, re-ordering the processing mechanisms that operated the replicator. Slipping a small, circular device from the inside of his sleeve, Nolan affixed the little bit of prankish sabotage to the undercarriage of the replicator platform, where its small battery would power the mechanism for propelling the pies across the room. Pies. Plural. Specifically, ten in all. Banana cream with a generous helping of the latter part. As soon as Torrik came within five meters of the replicator, it would key in on his biometric profile and let loose with a rapid fire torrent of confectionary time bombs.

Setting the cover back over the front of the replicator, Nolan casually slipped back out the door of the astrometrics lab; shouldering the water rifle he'd brought with him for cover. Scanning the hallway, the young lieutenant escaped into the myriad of tunnels that comprised the Hawking's elaborate interior latticework.

Now he had a Halloween Party to get to…
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10-15-2007, 12:35:36 AM #1
Javier Costala
Engineer
USS Hawking

Join Date: Sep 15, 2006
Location: USS Hawking
Age: 25
Posts: 108
RI: Two Weeks Till the Bullets Meet the Brain


He is not a patient, you cannot force him to speak to you… However, she thought, she might be able to justify placing herself in his path and seeing what may result. With this goal in mind, T'Shaini made her way to the messhall. It was midway through Alpha shift, and this was his customary time to eat…and, well, she needed to eat as well. She retrieved coffee and some yogurt and placed herself at a table. Feeling a little foolish, she poked at the yogurt and wondered if it were better to just return to her office and focus on paperwork until her sessions began instead of waiting around the messhall like some character in a Betazoid opera.

Wretched. It was the first word that came to mind when Javier looked into the mirror in his quarters. The repairs and the extra shifts had worn him down. Five hours of sleep was not near enough rest but it was all he was going to get while Engineering worked with a skeleton crew. And in the back of his mind was the constant thought that he needed to speak to and be with T'Shaini. For the past two nights he had returned to his own quarters and collapsed on his bed. The engineer had convinced himself that he was too tired to visit T'Shaini and that the counselor was occupied with damage control in the aftermath of the Q mission. I'll talk to her today after my shift. Javier told his mirror image half-heartedly. He was still torn between confronting her outright about her loyalties or just letting the entire issue slide and ignoring the feeling Javier got when he thought of breakfast two days ago.

Time for some food. the engineer thought as the word 'breakfast' echoed in his thoughts. He fastened up the uniform tunic and exited the room. After a few minutes of uneventful walking Javier entered the messhall and 'ordered' a breakfast of cereal and fruit. Gathering the food on a tray, the engineer swept the room with his eyes looking for a familiar face. On one side were Obatu and Pavel, but his eyes rested on T'Shaini who was sitting in plain sight. There was a moment of hesitation. Just talk to her. Suck it up and tell her. Biting the bullet, Javier approached her table and put his tray down in front of the seat facing T'Shaini.

"Hello, how have you been?" Javier inquired as he sat down.

Having been lost in the patterns her spoon was making in the yogurt, T'Shaini was unaware of Javier's approach. She registered the chill in his tone before her eyes lifted to see it reflected on his face. Ahh. "Well enough I suppose. I have been concerned with the situation created by the arrival of the Sentinel officers and the tension it is creating here and there among the crew. Including the tension it has created between us."

The spoon was poised to fill his mouth with milk and graham-crackery goodness when Javier paused at her statement. He had had plenty of time to scrutinze T'Shaini's words and actions while completing the mundane but necessary repairs to the engineering systems. The spoon resumed its journey, chewing thoughtfully, Javier nodded in agreement. "I didn't understand why you were siding with them," he said after swallowing, "Then I thought maybe you didn't realize you were doing it. I took it as you acting disloyal towards the Hawking crew." Javier explained before taking a drink of his apple juice.

"We sacrificed good people to help them out of a tight spot which they set themselves up for. We did the job no one else wanted to do..I wonder why I even felt sorry for them to begin with. Instead of thanks, all we get is hostility. Then our ship gets the hell beat out of it. If it were up to me, they would be sitting in the brig, where their crazy bastard of a captain should be," Javier replied, telling T'Shaini exactly how he felt on the entire issue.

"Ahh…well, we did a job no one else would do because it was required of us. I am sorry if you read my welcome to them as disloyalty to the Hawking crew." She put down the spoon, pushed aside her yogurt and pulled her fingers through her hair before continuing.

"It is impossible for me to exclude or include beings based on their location or grouping. It is my chosen work to care for the individual as it relates to the whole…not only my chosen work, but my inclination." She began to reach out to put her hand on his arm, then withdrew it, uncertain if contact would be accepted. And I do not wish to know that. She folded her hands in her lap as she allowed that thought, and acknowledged the truth of it.

"That's fine for you to believe," Javier replied, accepting her view but not warming to the overall idea, "as for me, my loyalties lay with my crewmates, people that I know I can trust and rely upon." The engineer cut into the melon on his plate. "Not someone who's first inclination will be to leave the Hawking and her crew as soon as he finds what he's looking for," Javier said thinking specifically about Torrik Nils. He had seen T'Shaini stretch out her hand and had been about to move to grasp it when she had suddenly recoiled. Does the thought of being with someone who has different compulsions..does she want to break up with me? he realized suddenly.

"If you would rather not see me again or ..be with me because I have different ideas," Javier frowned, he didn't even want to finish the sentence. The engineer suddenly lost his appetite. He pushed the food away, sliding the tray to the side so his hands could stretch to the mid-point of the table, palms up with his fingers open, hoping she would not recoil.

Still new enough for both of us that uncertainty leads almost immediately to misinterpretation. Javier pushed his food away and she froze…then his hands extended. T'Shaini reached out and gently lay her hands on top of his outstretched ones. "No, not in the least." Her eyes lit, warming as she spoke. "In fact, perhaps the most intriguing aspect of your personality is the fact that I never know what you are thinking or are about to say." Her gaze rested on their entwined hands. "I was concerned that you had found the variance in our views…insurmountable."

Javier expelled a long sigh of relief when T'Shaini laid her hands in his. His thumbs rubbed the back of her hands in a most characteristic way as he listened to her. "People will always have their own ideas and different opinions. I just didn't know that we disagreed so strongly and your reactions to my statements made me realize the gulf between our opinions on the Sentinel crew. Then for the past two days I haven't seen you, and I avoided speaking to you also so I thought..and well, there is another thing that has been bothering me," Javier paused in his explanation. The main issue finally surfaced, the foremost reason why he had gone out of his way to make the Sentinel crew uncomfortable.

The engineer frowned then looked at T'Shaini and spoke with renewed vigor, "I'm going to confront Foster about taking you hostage. I hope Torrik finds those co-ordinates and we locate the Sentinel again, because I'm going to give him the beating of his life, whether he's a captain or not." He thought about what he had said then added, "I suppose I was unfair to Torrik and Munro..it isn't their fault their captain is such a bastard."

T'Shaini opened her mouth, then closed it again. An odd sensation washed over her. Identifying it, she shook herself mentally. There should be no sense of gratification attached to the concept of someone being beaten in your name. Interesting. Since it was unlikely they would be seeing Captain Foster any time soon she decided that discretion would be the better part of valor. "I have heard nothing but praise regarding their work, but I fear they are having some difficulties adjusting."

"I think Munro is the only one who's trying," Javier observed. "I heard from Obatu that Torrik is living in the shuttle that we found them in. It's odd that he would find a home in that death-trap. But at the same time shows how much he values our company."

"It is just conjecture, but it may have far less to do with our company than his own." T'Shaini took a deep breath and let it out as she thought. "He is a solitary person, who knows what restrictions he places on himself?"

Javier chuckled. "And you know this from having spoken to him for all of five minutes? Who's conjecturing now?" the engineer teased.

She raised one eyebrow. "Trained professional…do not try this at home."

JP with T'Shaini
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