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Post by Second Lieutenant Tam Grax on Oct 23, 2009 20:02:06 GMT -6
Location: Doctor Jackson's Office, Sickbay
He saw the gratitude in her eyes when he reminded her that he was doing all he could to help out in sickbay, knowing that the crew needed to be healed of their injuries and Doctor Jackson only being one person, she needed assistance, He also seen the guilt expressed in her beautiful face. He gave a bit of a nod, with a slight frown "Yes, I did try to help you, but I don't think you were Tyler's target, as crazed as he was. My theory is that he tried hurting you to get to me and I wished I could have done more to stop him. What I got for my efforts is shot in both arms and in the side here" he placed a hand on his right side, answering her question if Tyler had hurt him that bad "I wasn't hurt that badly that I couldn't help you with your injuries" He said with a brief smile, thinking he had to give himself some painkillers to do it. He couldn't help but stare into her beautiful brown eyes
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Post by Dr. Sabina Jackson on Oct 23, 2009 23:36:52 GMT -6
Location: Sickbay, her office
"I don't know what he was after... it's all pretty fuzzy. I'm glad you're ok, though." She closes her eyes and rubs them with her hands with a slight groan, struggling to proprerly remember what had happened. Considering that she'd been suffering from oxygen deprivation so severely and had been unconscious or semi conscious, it was a feat that she was able to remember anything.
A tired yawn escapes her. She leans forward, resting her arms on her desk and her head on her arms. She looks up at him, "I'm sorry I'm not all that interesting. I'm just so tired... we could both use some rest... I guess our date will have to wait till the mess hall is serving real food again."
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Post by Second Lieutenant Tam Grax on Oct 24, 2009 11:35:33 GMT -6
He thought for a few moments but he too could not come up with what Tyler was after "I'm not sure what he was after either and in his crazed state, I don't think he even knew" He then reached across her desk and placed his fingers on her temples, rubbing gently to soothe the pressure behind her eyes that he felt was building.. or was that his own eyes?
He pulled back when she placed her head back down on her arms on the desk "Sabina, I think you are very intersting. I know that right now that you are very tired and in need of rest." He saw her yawn and he couldn't help but yawn himself then bent to place his head on his arms on the desk so it's not so hard on her to look up at him "I think sleep is required more then food at the moment. I don't know about me but you look very tired.. and very beautiful no matter how you look otherwise. I wanted to ask you something but I suppose that could wait as well." He said somewhat grudgingly
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Post by Dr. Sabina Jackson on Oct 24, 2009 18:02:59 GMT -6
She reaches over and pats his hand. "I'd like to go out with you. Whenever it works for both of us. And I'll take your advice and get some sleep. You should rest too." She smiles a little at him and gets up. There were couches along one wall of her office, and some blankets had made their way from main sickbay into her office too. Since coming aboard, she'd been getting most of her sleep in her office so as to be close by if she was needed.
She grabs a blanket and curls up onto the couch. She yawns again. "You can stay if you like. There's lots of couch space." Since the wall was lined with couch space, there was plenty of room.
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Post by Second Lieutenant Tam Grax on Oct 24, 2009 18:54:47 GMT -6
His head shot up and he looked a bit surprised for a few brief moments when she told him that she wanted to go out with him. That had been the question that was on his mind for awhile. At least since she had been abducted by the Borg. He had been trying to find the right moment. Turns out, the moment came and she voiced her desires, which mirrored his "It would be my supreme pleasure to go out with you, Sabina, that is when our duties allow" He gave her hand an affectionate squeeze before she stood, grabbed a blanket and curled up on one of many couches that lined one wall
He got up from the chair he was sitting in, yawned, and grabbed a blanket. "I'd also be happy to stay and sleep with you, Sabina" He said with a weary smile. He went over to Sabina and kissed her on the forehead "Good night and pleasant dreams, Sabina" He said then curled up on the couch next to the one she was laying on, laying with his head near hers
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Post by Dr. Sabina Jackson on Oct 24, 2009 19:43:07 GMT -6
Location: Sickbay, her office
She was already mostly asleep even before he lays down to nap himself. Truth was, she'd never have been able to relax enough to fall asleep on her own. She was way too jumpy and nervous by herself. Part of her was ashamed that she'd broken down so much and wasn't strong enough to hold it together and deal with what had happened and be herself again. Another part of her just wanted to cry and be self indulgent after taking care of everyone else first for so long. Right now, the self indulgent part was winning since she had given in and fallen asleep. Or at least she thinks it's self indulgent to sleep instead of work.
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Post by Dr. Sabina Jackson on Oct 27, 2009 19:22:27 GMT -6
(I killed the sim. I'm the worst doctor ever. geeze)
Location: Main sickbay- Day 2 of being in the repair bay (or whatever day Tyler meant to post the action happening)
Every day of their slow crawl was easier in terms of duty. Sabina was still busy, but as patients healed and were discharged, there was less of a frantic rush about it. When they finally reached the repair ship, things were almost normal in sickbay. She'd had a chance to complete the waiting autopsies, including Branson Tylers- which had disturbed her emotional state the most.
She was going about her business when one of the nurses comes to her and whispers that Branson's body was gone from the morgue. Suspicious, she confirms then checks her office computer. She learns that all records of him had been deleted and there was no evidence as to whom, but she was no computer whiz to be able to trace such things.
Sabina decides that the best thing to do is report this straight to the colonel. She knows that whomever pulled off this stunt has some clout and hopes she doesn't get in trouble, but this is too important to just ignore. If Colonel Grant decided not to pursue it, she'd drop the matter too. She leaves sickbay and makes her way to the bridge, hoping that he'll be there or his ready room.
When she arrives on the bridge, she takes a look around to see if Colonel Grant is there.
Location: Bridge
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Post by Brett Tyler on Oct 28, 2009 8:00:05 GMT -6
Status – Day 03 [/b][/center] He had turned his head and saw of a beautiful creature that had entered the Bridge. Seeing of a petite woman that had shades of light brown hair, which ‘Brett’ had a weakness for. Looking upon her face and garments; he had full confidence it was the Chief Medical Officer. He had read over all the profiles of each crewmember and the image of Sabina Jackson didn’t give her justice in person. Having photograph memory he could taste every detail of this woman. He gestures to the Colonel and uttered. “ Excuse me sir, but I must meet your Doctor.” He had turned towards Sabina and extended his hand to reach for hers. “ Wow your eyes are amazing. Oh, I’m sorry. I’m Doctor ‘Brett’ Tyler, Jessie Brett Tyler. I’m your appointed XO. Sadly I missed you folks when you all had left for your very 1st mission. I hope to make up for my late arrival.” He smiled very warmly to Sabina and had very strong gestures of warm feelings and intent. “ My belongings where dropped off in my quarters but not me. I wonder how you all lived without having a XO on board.” Chuckles. “ Sorry, bad humor. From what I heard from the Director General that this is 1 of the finest crew in the CRV and I can’t wait to fit in to our new family. Doctor? Are you OK?” Again ‘Brett’ sounded and looked exactly like Branson Tyler. Even down to the uniform and smell. The only difference was of his demeanor and hair style other wise identical. Location - Command Deck, Bridge.
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Post by Second Lieutenant Tam Grax on Oct 28, 2009 14:58:14 GMT -6
( If you're the worst doctor ever, then that makes me the worst Tactical Officer ever.. )
Location: Sickbay
The Colonel told him to report back to duty in a few hours. As he drank his morning coffee, he wondered if the colonel meant his duties as a Tactical Officer or an impromptu Medical assistant. He decided on the medical assistant, fished his coffee and went out into the main part of sickbay to check on some of the last remaining patients
Seeing things returning to a semblance of normalcy in sickbay, he decided to go ask the Colonel which duties that he meant for him to return to, Since the Colonel was away from the ship when Branson Tyler had kicked him off the bridge. He left sickbay, letting Doctor Jackson know that he is heading for the bridge. Sabina waved him off as a nurse came over and whispered something in her ear. Apparently the news wasn't good. She headed back into her office to check something on her computer. He was curious as to what was wrong but he didn't want to get in the way
He made it to the bridge and as he stepped out of the TL, he saw someone who looked exactly like Branson Tyler and he stopped short, nearly agape, but he recovered quickly as his empathic senses told him that he may look like Branson Tyler, his demeanor and empathic impressions told him that it was not Branson. A Twin brother? filtered through his mind
As the twin is talking to The Colonel, he moved over toward the tactical control board to wait his turn. A few minutes later, Doctor Jackson came to the bridge with whatever that was on her mind. Most likely with what the nurse had brought to her attention
His own attention was diverted to the twin as he felt a different impression from the twin: Interest, desire, to start off with. He knew that Doctor Jackson was quite an attractive woman so she would get that from a man. Feeling it first hand, however... He just shook his head and fought the urge to tell the newly appointed first officer, as he had informed Doctor Jackson, that she is spoken for
He hid his reaction by studying the current readings on the Tactical control board, still waiting to speak with the Colonel
Location: Main Bridge, Tactical station
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Post by Dr. Sabina Jackson on Oct 28, 2009 16:33:15 GMT -6
Location: Bridge (day 3 I guess)
She looks around the bridge and heads for Colonel Grant, but is interrupted by someone. At first, she thinks it's Branson, but after a quick doubletake, she realizes that it's someone who could pass for him- a brother probably. It's unnerving, considering the circumstances.
“Wow your eyes are amazing. Oh, I’m sorry. I’m Doctor ‘Brett’ Tyler, Jessie Brett Tyler. I’m your appointed XO. Sadly I missed you folks when you all had left for your very 1st mission. I hope to make up for my late arrival.” He smiled very warmly to Sabina and had very strong gestures of warm feelings and intent. “My belongings where dropped off in my quarters but not me. I wonder how you all lived without having a XO on board.” Chuckles. “Sorry, bad humor. From what I heard from the Director General that this is 1 of the finest crew in the CRV and I can’t wait to fit in to our new family. Doctor? Are you OK?”
She's even more unnerved when he speaks- he sounds like Branson too. Her suspicions that they are related are confirmed, however. First off, he complimented her and seems to be quite pleasant. By contrast, the last time she'd seen his look alike brother, he'd been on a homicidal rampage. She tries to hide the stab of fear, and confused feelings of feeling sorry for him because his brother had been killed and he seems like a nice guy and embarassment that he was complimenting her and thoughts that he might be involved in the disappearance of Branson's records and remains. She flicks a look at Colonel Grant, then over at Tam, whom she noticed was listening in, then back to Dr. Tyler. She must not have hidden her confusion very well, because he asks if she's ok.
"Oh... yeah, I'm as well as can be expected. A busy sickbay is hard on the ship, and the medical staff. I suppose you already know who I am then. I actually came up here because I needed to give a status report to the Colonel, if you would excuse me." She's hesitant, but briefly returns the handshake. She hopes she'd successfully deflected him. She looks at Colonel Grant again. "I've gotten the lists updated, sir. Would you prefer to get the report in private?" The look in her eyes stresses that she was the one who'd prefer to give the report in private- especially since she was suspicious of someone present.
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Post by Samuel J. Grant on Oct 31, 2009 7:15:45 GMT -6
Location: Cargo Bay #2; Day 44 of the crawl out of the sector
Colonel Grant stood in the door way, the Cargo Bay completely empty of noise and personnel; well, living personnel anyways. He found himself coming down here, almost on a daily basis, and walking the rows, upon rows, upon rows, upon rows of bodies that had been laid here for the return trip. To his beleaguered relief, his Crew were able to recover the bodies of 379 crewmen and women; labeling only 61 MIA-Presumed KIA, which wasn’t bad numbers considered the damage to the ship… he was just glad they were able to recover as many as they did. He’d spent a lot of time by himself during the slow trip home, drinking his CAFF and ration water, and writing letters for the deceased; often only taking time to speak with the Senior Staff regarding updates regarding ships status and specific repairs. He spent a lot of time talking with his Security Chief, finding his friend the closest person he could confide in with regards to both personal and ship board matters.
He paced the rows of bodies, looking down at each draped flag over a body bag, his pace slow and steady. “It is a pity, that we may only give our lives once; when those lives are so duty-filled as these…” he said, leaning down and pulling a flag taunt that had crumpled on a corner of the body bag. He patted the corpse on the what he was sure the shoulder, softly twice, and then continued on his walk. After about an hour, he departed the area and began walking the ship again.
Location: Main Engineering; Day 46 of the crawl out of the sector
Colonel Grant stood in Main Engineering, looking at the display readout while Bob, using a pointer to show where exactly he was talking about (his mere 1 meter preventing him from reach the entire display). Yet again, Grant found that The Academy had lost out on one hell of an engineering teacher, as his Chief Engineer had preformed unbelievable miracles in such a short time, with minimal resources and a reduced staff; The Cold Harbor was in much better shape, but everyone knew that she sure as hell wasn’t going to pass a ‘administrative inspection’ and that a lot of Starbase Engineers would probably end up in Sickbay after they saw what they did to make the ship perform as needed. Bob described it perfectly; it was wired like an old Earth Christmas Tree.
The entire ship had been searched, where they couldn’t get life support to work, search crews had gone in with EV Suits. Once the search was completed, a large portion of the ship had been declared ‘dead zones’ as life support and power were shut off in those areas, so that it could be redistributed to other areas of the ship, or stored for emergencies. Bob was also able to get the warp engines back on line, and enough of the nacelles repaired that technically, The Cold Harbor could engage warp engines, and make speeds of abouyt warp 1.75, yet they couldn’t sustain a warp field and they couldn’t initially figure out why; Bob had been working on that problem for almost a full week, but sensors were still acting up so they couldn’t get a good reading. It was today, that Bob had figured out why.
Chief Murkeye and discovered large amounts of interference and special distortions, all unnatural as far as he could tell, surrounding the immediate areas of space. Colonel Grant was intently listening to his Engineering Chief’s briefing when he ship wide announcement and stunned them all. “Colonel Grant to The Bridge immediately; all hands, stand to battle stations.” Knowing that Captain Zek’dyn was sitting watch, without a word, Colonel Grant turned and took off at a sprint towards, leaving Bob to attend to Main Engineering.
After a few agonizing moments, with travel to The Main Bridge still fairly difficult and impeded, he arrived to find Zek standing directly in front of The Ops station, looking down at the panels that the young, and injured, bridge lieutenant was working. “Report.” directed Colonel Grant as he walked towards them “Contacts…” replied Captain Zek’dyn “lots of them…” If things weren’t bad enough, The Cold Harbor was still relatively flying blind; their sensors working about as well as what they could see if anybody looked out a window. Colonel Grant knew not to ask the obvious question, Captain Zek’dyn would have told him their identities if he knew. Grant looked down at the control functions and the status readouts of the ship; Phaser power and efficiency was at about 35%, with no real accuracy to speak of, only the single forward starboard torpedo tube was active and shield strength was well below 50% percent… She was in no position to put up a fight; but they couldn’t run either, they backs were to the wall.
As they got closer, and the minutes ticketed by slowly, the red klaxons flashing with the alert sounds, bathing the entire bridge (and the majority of the ship) in a blood red echo of light; as patiently as possible, Colonel Grant waited for something… anything… But the initial sounds he began hearing didn’t make him feel any better. “Contacts number in the dozen or so Colonel.” Zek continued to stare at the operations display, “Now counting 20 ships; varying sizes.” Samuel leaned back in his chair, and sighed, this wasn’t a fight they were gonna win; there was no way they could take two ships, let alone many times that number. “How do the Klingons say that?” he said aloud, more towards Zek then anyone “Maybe today, is a good day to die?” Zek peered over his left shoulder, and gave Sam that ‘hawkish’ grin he was known for when he was getting ready to get ‘into trouble’.
“Bridge to Engineering; Chief, what’s the chance of getting my view screen to work one last time.” Through a garbled voice, although Grant couldn’t say for sure if it was the connection or one of Murkeye’s notorious outbursts, and something that sounded like crashing, the link closed; Grant just shook his head. A few more agonizing moments passed, when suddenly the view screen started to come to life; heavily shrouded in distortions as it tried to focus. But once it did, the scene stunned the bridge crew into silence. “Okay…” Colonel Grant said aloud, to nobody specifically “what’d we miss?” Arrayed before them were over two dozen Federation Starships of varying style arrayed in standard blockading formation. Three slowly broke off and approached The Cold Harbor.
“Incoming message; we’re being hailed…” Came Zek’s reply “It’s the Imperium!” Colonel Grant almost jumped out of his chair, “Open the channel!” he replied quickly, and the view screen crackled and strained to show the picture; an old and tired face came into focus, it’s message partially garbled. “C… Har...r. Low… S..ds… Hea… too a… pre… to… b… bo…ded… We w… o.. fir…” Colonel Grant slammed his hands down on the arm rest “Get that cleared up.” The Officer working the Ops station strained against the controls, trying to get the heavily damaged systems to work the way they were supposed; the messages repeated itself two additional times, just as heavily broken.
It was when the approaching ships were found charging phasers, that things really began to get out of control. Yet it was this action, that cause Colonel Grant to put the parts of the message together “Helm, adjust course 334 by 234 mark 32; all stop. Stand down Red Alert.” The officers quickly followed his directions, and Zek peered back at him again, still standing directly over the Ops Officer “Surrender; here’s a first…” his beak still arched in a smirk. But Grant wasn’t paying much attention, and stood from his chair, the signal finally clearing up. The figure on the screen seemed to relax a bit, and smiled, the tension partially fleeing his body.
“Director-General, it’s good to see you.” replied The Colonel, as the man on the opposite end of the screen arched an eyebrow “Samuel, can’t say I fancied seeing you again after so much time; I’d thought the worst.” Which was a question he was sure he was going to ask him about when he got a chance “However, you know procedure and can understand ‘our’ precautions. Please shut down all your systems prepare for inspection.” Colonel Grant nodded, and his Officers did as directed. “Sir, please send medical staff; I have many casualties.” The Director-General nodded somberly, but it was easy to see that the deaths didn’t way on his mind as heavily as it did on Grant and his crew.
Slowly, yet with grace in her own right, The Cold Harbor came to a stop and was surrounded by the pack of ships, waiting her imminent arrivals and the results of her fate.
Location: Main Bridge, awaiting further directions
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Post by Samuel J. Grant on Oct 31, 2009 12:03:49 GMT -6
OOC Note: Nope; you didn’t kill the SIM… my post was just locked away on the work computer that I couldn’t get too until Saturday, plus I took a few days off (from everything) to enjoy my birthday earlier in the week. Plus, Amber’s feeling better and may be able to get around a computer screen again in the next couple weeks.
Location: Main Bridge; under ‘detention’ by the CRV Fleet
It had been a long 4 days. Colonel Grant’s entire crew had to be screened, re-screened, and re-re-interviewed the likes of which The Colonel hadn’t seen since his induction into Starfleet Security; The Director-General was taking no chances, and was combing through every little detail, exactly for what he Colonel Grant wasn’t sure, but, he understood the concerns; especially if they, the CRV, had ANY idea of what was going on at that Outpost. But he didn’t like it. Colonel Grant didn’t like seeing his crew being treated the way they were, and having other ships engineering and security teams scrutinizing every little thing, going through every Jefferies tube and crawl space, every bulkhead and computer report; his crew were hero’s, not criminals. Grant had a hard time too, maybe worst of all; his senior officers had all be ‘interviewed’ heavily, but he spent almost 18 hrs a day ‘under the light’ for the first 3 ½ days; it was a horrible feeling.
On day 4, they got the ‘all clear’ from the CRV Investigators and Interrogators, and Colonel Grant was comfortably sitting in his ‘center chair’ on the Bridge; reviewing reports and the constant flow of data that would be expected given their circumstance. He was informed of an incoming hail, and found the Director-General on the view-screen again. “So, did we pass with flying colors? Or do I have to go to the principles office?” replied the Colonel, his humor slowly crawling back after their affair. The Director-General shook his head, a sharp grin through aged lips showing on his face. “By the skin of your teeth, Colonel.” He replied coyly “Which is to say, make sure you get them checked by an approved dental specialist.” He looked off to the side of the screen, and nodded to someone that only he could see. “That not withstanding, your ship needs repairs, and a lot of them, which only a Starbase can handle; but it would take you to long to reach one and be deployable in any respectable time.”
Colonel Grant lean back in his chair, and arched an eyebrow, a small pain building in his stomach. “They’re gonna scrap her…” he thought to himself, and his stomach flipped over. “Fortunately, you’re in luck.” That damn grin creasing his face again “Check out CRV’s new toy; albeit it’s a secret… of course…” From behind the local moon, came a ship of vast size. The ships sensors initially had great difficulty in getting its mass and size, and the almost filled the view screen; negating the fact of the shear distance away it was from The Cold Harbor. “This is the CRV Mechanicum. It’s not a warship; unfortunately. Its offensive capability is minimal, but it’s shielding is powerful. Her maximum speed is 1.35 Impuse too, which guarantees her an escort no matter where she goes. She’s the CRV’s mobile repair station; a great tool for our ‘little fleet’.”
The ship, like an overgrown space slug, continued to creep slowly towards them, constantly growing in size as it got closer and closer; Samuel’s eyes continued to widen. Its size was almost unbelievable, just by looking at it, it would almost dwarf a Borg Cube, and had the internal capacity to house half a dozen ‘battleship’ class starships in her hull. It seemed The CRV had quite a few tricks up its sleeve, and that it was some small funded branch of Starfleet, but had a rather large ‘budget’ coming from somewhere; a concerning thought.
“You are to dock with The Mechanicum and begin repairs, unload your casualties, take on replacement crew, and be deployable within a very short period of time. Your hull may not be able to take you anywhere, but that doesn’t mean the universe stops and waits for you.” A youthful glare passed beyond his eyes, and for the briefest of moments, Colonel Grant thought the Director-General looked 50 years younger; probably recalling an old naïve fantasy of his youth. Still stunned, it took Colonel Grant an embarrassing minute to recompose himself “Yes Sir.” The Director General grinned, and finished by saying “Good man; Dinner’s at 1830 hrs, my Office.” He then closed the channel.
“Helm,” began The Colonel, “Commence docking procedures with The Mechanicum, and advise when we have a hard seal.” As the helmsmen did as he was ordered, he looked at Zek “I’m not sure if I feel better or worse at the moment…” Captain Zek’dyn, knowing Samuel as long as he did, didn’t have to say anything, he just nodded slowly, and turned back to the station he was monitoring. Colonel Grant took the time to inform his crew of what was going on; a unanimous cheer could be heard across the ship, loud enough that Samuel could have swore it echoed throughout the surrounding star system.
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Cold Harbor Location: Docked within the CRV Mechanicum, mooring #3 (Day 2 of being docked)
Colonel Grant found himself still on The Bridge, he’d made sure all his wounded were taken off first, then the dead second, then the rest for rotation last. He’d stepped off the ship only a few times to go where either he, or in some instances his rank, was needed. He exited his Ready Room and found The Bridge filled with almost 30 different people, almost all engineers, who had The Bridge completely gutted and torn about; much like the rest of the ship. Upon docking, almost 500 engineers, technicians, support staff and other auxiliary people and boarded to work on the repairs; you could walk through the ship without tripping over, or running into, somebody.
He proceeded over to his command chair, and activated a few buttons on the arm rest control, not paying the activity around him much thought. With all the activity of late, he’d let a lot of the ‘background noise’ be just that, giving his over extended sense a much needed break. This simple fact, caused him to completely miss and ignore the Officer that walked up to him and spoke. “My apologizes sir, from the looks at this ship I’m rather glad I missed your maiden voyage. I’m Dr. Jessie Brett Tyler. I am the appointed Executive officer for the mean time. I am looking forward in working along side you and help your crew heal from his terrible situation.” Colonel Grant took the offered PADD, and placed it behind the one he was holding, believing it to be another ‘maintenance update’, and never paid the Officer any attention. “Excuse me sir, but I must meet your Doctor.” Colonel Grant barely heard that either, and continued about his business.
Upon hearing a more familiar voice, he finally looked up from his PADD to see Doctor Jackson standing there, and he smiled “Doctor.” "I've gotten the lists updated, sir. Would you prefer to get the report in private?" He quirked an eyebrow, finding it a little odd, not the request itself, as he wouldn’t want to talk about such private matters in the open anyway, but the look on her face. It was then Colonel Grant finally noticed the new Officer standing on his Bridge, and he couldn’t believe what (or actually who) he saw. With a quick motion, his arms sprang up and seemed to push Dr. Jackson out of his way, and he came right up behind this Officer and grabbed him by the shoulder, turned him around, and punched him square in the face; his nose cracking under the hit. “You son of a bitch! You don’t give up!” His eyes watched the Officer fall backwards from the blow.
An eerie silence suddenly came over The Bridge, as all the engineers just stared, not to mention his two senior officers, at what had just happened. To Lt. Grax’s credit, he was the first to grab Colonel Grant, and hold him back, with effort, from killing this Officer right then and there with his bare hands. “You’ve got to the count of three…” Samuel’s eyes locked with Tam’s, the fury of his temper boiling over him uncontrollably. It took Tam several attempts to explain to him that this was supposedly somebody different, and through an injured face, Tyler was trying to explain that he had orders to be there. Although Grant was convinced deep down inside that the 1st Officer he knew wasn’t directly at fault for what happened, he still hadn’t gotten it all figured out and he still found himself blaming the ‘man’ in the end…
Location: Main Bridge, standing over the knocked down Executive Officer
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Post by Second Lieutenant Tam Grax on Oct 31, 2009 19:46:12 GMT -6
Backpost? Day 44 of the slow moving trip out of the sector Location: Main Bridge, Tactical station
Suddenly, what sensors he had on the tactical control board lit up and started going ballistic. His eyes widened and reported to the officer of the deck, who happened to be Captain Zek, the bird-man of the ship. He reported that he had multiple targets that were on an intercept course. He also reported that only one torpedo tube was operational and shields were less then 50% and phasers were barely at 35% efficiency. In other words, Tactically, we didn't stand a chance
Zek called for the Colonel, calling for all hands to battle stations. The Colonel hightailed it up to the report to see the extent of what was coming as he got the tactical systems to work as best as he could, which wasn't much better then what he reported
He turned his attention to the view screen as it flickered to life. He felt his jaw drop as he seen what was coming, focusing more on the enormous vessel that was coming in behind the smaller group of vessels Moons of Betazed! filtered through his mind
Next thing he knew, they were being hailed, that being reported by Zek, then revealed that it's the Imperium. He breathed a sigh of relief and tried to listen as the first message came through but it was too garbled to understand. Ops attempted to clear it up with no success
Next thing he knows, they're changing course, the Colonel ordering the cancellation of red alert. Surprised, he did as ordered, before they were shot to smithereens
He felt his back stiffen as he stood at attention with the Director General of the fleet on screen. He began shutting down his systems when the Director, and the Colonel, indicated to do so, watching as the Cold Harbor was boxed in
Time Advance: Day 2 of being docked
His head jerked up as the Colonel exploded in anger and decked the new first officer. For a moment, he cheered the Colonel. Serves Brett right for flirting with the doctor but then he realized the Colonel made the same mistake he did, mistaking Brett for Branson
He grabbed the railing and leaped over and managed to subdue the Colonel, trying to tell him that he's not Brett, but he had trouble getting through to him with his anger on full boil. He flinched, in suck close proximity to the negative emotion. His black irises met the colonel's and he considered speaking directly into the colonel's mind, but then he remembered what had happened the last time he performed a light empathic scan on the Colonel
It took him several times to convince the Colonel that Brett isn't who the Colonel thought he was. He heard Brett also trying to get through to the Colonel, despite his busted nose. Finally he felt the Colonel's anger subsided, Tam being relieved of that fact.
When the Colonel finally relaxed enough, he turned toward Doctor Jackson to see if she was alright, as the Colonel had pushed her out of the way
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