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Post by Kael Giral'i on Dec 10, 2009 8:20:52 GMT -6
Location: Main Science Lab
“Aside from your ‘in need of repair equipment’, and your justifiable concerns on our past mission… how are you holding up; you look… distracted… more so then I.”
Kael blushed a bit, the silver tint of her skin growing slightly more opaque. "I didn't mean to sound ungrateful regarding my equipment, Sir. I understand why it's low on the list, and I know everyone is working hard to get the Cold Harbor up and running..."
She spun the chair next to her around and took a seat in it, knowing that he wasn't really here to talk about the mission. "I... I am considering putting in a transfer request." Kael couldn't even bring herself to look at him as she hurried on, "it's not that I don't like the ship or crew or.. or you... I just don't think I am a good fit for this. I mean... look at what happened with the Bellemount. If I hadn't insisted on going over and taking a look, good people wouldn't have died on that ship."
With a disheartened shake of her head she finished up, "I am no fighter. I'm just a scientist! I may jeopardize our missions because of my weaknesses or in this case, my curiosity." She finally willed herself to peek up at his face again. Her doubt in herself at this moment revealed in an almost childlike action.
Location: Main Science Lab
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Post by Samuel J. Grant on Dec 12, 2009 13:01:24 GMT -6
Location: Science Lab
Colonel Grant nodded as she spoke of her equipment, she really must be down, as she missed his casual sarcastic tone; that concerned him. But, the next thing she said concerned him even more. "I... I am considering putting in a transfer request." Colonel Grant quickly raised an eyebrow, although his face didn’t betray his initial thought of loss, but simply an honest reaction to his question “A transfer? Why would you want to do that?” "It's not that I don't like the ship or crew or.. or you...” He simply schoffed, it wasn’t really the CO’s job to be liked, but he found it innocently amusing that she thought it was important. “I just don't think I am a good fit for this. I mean... look at what happened with the Bellemount. If I hadn't insisted on going over and taking a look, good people wouldn't have died on that ship." Colonel Grant sighed, then pulled over a second chair to sit along side her, bringing him level with her to speak with on level and equal field, instead of standing over her in an authoritative manner. “Now wait a minute Lieutenant, that wasn’t your fault. If anybody was to blame, it’s me, I ordered you over there; the missions outcome falls on my door step, not yours. You can’t look at things that way; that’s to much of a burden to carry on yourself.”
"I am no fighter. I'm just a scientist! I may jeopardize our missions because of my weaknesses or in this case, my curiosity." A small smirk crossed his face, and he dipped his head, a hearty sigh escaping from his mouth has his chest exhaled. “And, I’m no scientist; I’m just a fighter. I got put into this position because I can make the tough calls, ugly or not, and attend to my Duty. My approach is often direct, forceful, and without thought to care or finesse; which is why Zek’dyn gives me a good go during war games…” he smirked. “If it weren’t for people like you, or like Bob with his engineering genius, or Captain Zek’dyn’s friendly reminders; we’d still be sending people in shoulder-to-shoulder formations advancing towards a wall full of machines guns…” he waited a moment before realizing that she probably didn’t know the reference, as it was an ancient human thing. He shook his head side to side and took another deep breath “Look, it is your job to point out what I miss, Chief Murkeye’s job to fix what I break, Doctor Jackson’s job to heal those I get hurt…” Colonel Grant made sure that he was looking into Kael’s eyes “and my job is to protect all of you.” His known for warm smile crossed his face.
“If you didn’t go over to that ship, we wouldn’t have discovered that The Borg were involved. We wouldn’t have known that the ship had been attacked by pirates. We wouldn’t have had any ‘advance warning’ on the odd behavior of The Borg once we ran into them again. If you look at the incident itself, yes, we lost several good people who went over there, which is regrettable. But, those few lives probably saved countless more, if not the entire crew of the ship; if we’d of gotten blind sided and all got killed. Those hellions could have escaped that outpost and caused untold damage. If anything, you probably helped save a lot of lives.”
He sighed again, this time more heavily “I know it’s a shitty deal, and I hate using this example as much as most people hate hearing it, but sometimes it comes down to mathematics. The loss of a few are worth the saving of the majority, or, the old adage; ‘The needs of the many, outweigh, the needs of the few; or the one’.” He wanted to pat her on the shoulders, or even hug her, as she looked very hurt, but something reminded him that her species were uncomfortable with a lot of the generalized physical contact, and he didn’t want to make her more uncomfortable.
“We’ll be departing this starship soon, give yourself some time, then get back to me. I’ll support whatever decision you make, because I trust your judgment, and you’ll do what’s best for you, and The Ship.” He smiled, “But I’m pretty sure I know you’re answer; as the possiblities of the CRV’s missions are to unique, and important, to pass up… I think…” he smiled again.
Location: Science Lab
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Post by Kael Giral'i on Dec 15, 2009 11:23:56 GMT -6
Location: Main Science Lab
Kael listened quietly as Colonel Grant spoke to her. In her mind she knew he was right, but it didn't help how she felt at the moment. As he suggested she take some time and think it over she gave a small nod in agreement with this suggestion.
"With your permission then Sir, I would like to take a couple days off of duty." She knew he would grant her request since he practically just told her to do just that, but it seemed like she should officially request it anyway.
After they had finished their conversation she dipped her head respectfully and then watched him leave. Looking about the room with a sigh, she closed up what she had been working on and left the lab. She had been hiding out there this whole time and didn't realize how depressing the dark and barely operational lab actually was at the moment.
Kael went to her quarters and changed clothes. She needed some sunshine and a change of environment. Dressed now in her native attire, she picked up a large beach towel and left for the holodecks. She wasn't sure if they were operational, but she figured if they weren't then she could just slip over to the Mechanicum and use theirs instead. Thankfully she discovered that the holodecks were indeed open and operational when she arrived there.
Location: Holodeck 1
OOC: Continued in Holodeck 001 sub-simm board
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Post by Samuel J. Grant on Dec 17, 2009 15:43:30 GMT -6
Location: Science Lab
Colonel Grant nodded at Kael, “Of course; just let me know before we have to depart, would have to have to hold you ‘hostage’ because we left with you still aboard.” He smiled, a warm and caring smile, then left the lab, hoping he helped her in some way, one way or the other.
Leaving the Science Lab, he headed down and back over to Sickbay, to meet up with Doctor Jackson regarding the disappearance of their former XO’s body and records; another mystery Colonel Grant didn’t want to have to deal with, for multiple reason. He entered Sickbay, and found Doctor Jackson, unfortunately he also found his XO there as well. With the coolness of experience, he smiled at both of them, “Make sure you check his nose, Doctor. You and I have to talk, Lieutenant, later.” He said, referring to Lt. Tyler, then he looked back at Doctor Jackson “I have that information for you that you requested, I believe I’m just a few minutes early for our meeting.” He held up the PADD he always carried, and then pointed towards her office, “I’ll wait for you in your Office, as soon as you clear him for duty.” Again, referring to his XO.
Colonel Grant headed over and entered her office, and took a seat. While he waited, his mind wandered, and he found himself trying to focus, there were so many thoughts, so many worries, so many issues; he simply pulled out his PADD and worked on some of them.
Location: Sickbay; Doctor Jackson’s Office
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Post by Dr. Sabina Jackson on Dec 17, 2009 23:03:48 GMT -6
Location: Main sickbay
Sabina is surprised that the Colonel responds so quickly to her earlier report. "I'll be there as soon as possible sir." She decides she'd better get "Brett" cleared for duty as quickly as possible, and as the results of his last physical were on the PADD he gave her, she hadn't had a chance to read it yet. She could always make him come back later for more tests, but for now a preliminary evaluation would be all that she needed. So, she takes out her tricorder and scans Brett.
She takes a moment to read over the results, "Looks like everything checks out, Lt. I'll let you go get settled. If there's something lacking in the records of your last physical, I'll let you know. You're free to go sir." She deftly flips her tricorder closed.
She goes into her office once he leaves. When she sees the colonel, she's almost afraid to disturb him. However, he was the one in her office after all. She softly clears her throat to get his attention.
Location: Her office
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Post by Samuel J. Grant on Dec 26, 2009 9:19:15 GMT -6
Location: Sickbay; Doctor Jackson’s Office
Colonel Grant smiled, not immediately looking up from his PADD, as Doctor Jackson cleared her throat. “I’m fairly able minded to be able to multi-task Doctor, I know some people may think otherwise of me however.” He finished what he was doing, and looked up at her “Besides, that day that I get ‘blind sided’ by a Doctor, I may as well just ‘hang up’ my uniform.” He was still smiling. It wasn’t meant as an insult to Sabina, but she was a Doctor after all, not a solider, and there was never any confusing of the two. She was able to protect herself when caught in a corner, but she very much would prefer not to be in the ‘front lines’ whenever possible, Colonel Grant knew this.
Setting his PADD down on her desk “So, since we seemed to both get lucky just now, with Lt. ‘Brett’ Tyler being in Sickbay, I see that you may have gotten a few scans on him. Is he at least human?” It was a silly question, but everything concerning this whole ordeal was surely odd. After getting an answer, he continued, following up on another topic “Any idea on what happened to ‘Branson’s’ body? Or the logs for that matter? All I’ve found is that all copies and documentation concerning him have been erased from the computer; and I mean all of it. Captain Zek’dyn’s scratching his beak and going out of his feathers trying to figure out how that happened and all of our security protocols got bypassed; but currently no luck.”
“Any idea on his autopsy? Or any information on what happened to Branson that would have caused him to act in such a way?” The senior staff were grasping at straws, but they had to have some answers; the matter alone demanded a reason be known. In addition, they needed to know if there was a chance that this new ‘Brett’ Tyler was at risk for doing the same thing, or if he truly was an ‘innocent bystander’ in this whole ordeal and in need of being given a chance; lord knows it was hard enough being an executive officer aboard a new ship.
Location: Sickbay; Doctor Jackson’s Office
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Post by Dr. Sabina Jackson on Dec 28, 2009 0:17:58 GMT -6
Location: Her office
Sabina nods, handing him the tricorder with the scans of the new Lt. Tyler. "See for yourself, sir. He is human, but at first glance, his genome looks a little too 'perfect'." She lets him chew on the implications of that statement. "However, it confirms his identity as matching the one in the database for him."
She thinks for a moment, trying to compose herself to report on Branson's disappearance. "Sir, I still don't know what happened to Branson. I also can't find any computer records that haven't been erased concerning him. It's as if someone wants to erase him from history. But they can't erase our memories... or at least they haven't yet. As to your second question- about why he went homicidally insane. His body was very damaged. The electrical shock alone destroyed a lot of the evidence. From what I can piece together, though, something caused him to snap. Maybe the stress of our situation. There must have been something very dark buried in his psyche that he lost control of. The best person to be able to report on the psychological aspects of would be Lt... Dr... Brett Tyler, ironically enough. But without consulting him, that's the best answer I can come up with, sir. I also don't know what the relationship between the two Tylers is. Not without the genetic information that got deleted. He might know something, or he truly might not. Brett acts a lot different than Branson did... he seems more uninhibited... more of himself is at the surface. If it's any consolation, I think he's more stable and less of a hidden psychopathic killer." She shudders at the memory. To distract him from that reaction, she opens a desk drawer and pulls out a notebook of old fashioned paper, upon which she'd written what she could recall about the situation with Branson, his autopsy and disappearance. She gives him the papers to review at his leisure.
Taking a good look at him, she notices again how tired he looks. "Sir, in my professional opinion, I think you should at least try to get a good night's sleep before we get back into the thick of things. I can give you a mild sedative to help you sleep, if you want it. You wouldn't be any good to your crew if you fell asleep on duty or made bad decisions because you're too tired to think properly." The look on her face had changed to genuine concern for his well being. She had appealed to his command performance to convince him to take her advice, not as an insult. Not only did she hate having to 'break in' new commanding officers, she liked and respected him on a personal level.
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Post by Samuel J. Grant on Jan 13, 2010 9:01:30 GMT -6
Location: Sickbay; Doctor Jackson’s Office
Colonel Grant took the offered tri-corder and reviewed the data, to the best of his abilities anyway. Finding that the Doctor Jackson’s readers show that he’s human, almost to perfect, was both reassuring and concerning at the same time. He closed it, and returned it to her. “Wonderful…” he said, mostly sarcastically.
Listening to Jackson’s report, he shook his head. “I’ve seen people ‘lose it’ in the heat of the moment before, and have even seem some people ‘snap’ from suffering from PTSD; but what Branson did was almost, practiced and experienced cynicism. I’ve never seen someone able to cover that level of hate, and/or take that much enjoyment in causing that much pain.” He sighed, tapped the PADD that he had placed on her desk, and tapped it distractedly “Regardless, I don’t think I want this brought to Tyler at this time; I’m still trying to ‘feel him out’. Worst part is, I think he knows it.” He shrugged, yet he took the offered ‘paperwork’ and put it in his pocket. “We’ll have to just keep an eye on our ‘new Tyler’, and hopefully catch any concerns earlier on. But, unfortunately, until something happens, he’s still the XO of this ship and has to be treated as such…” he said more so he could hear him say it himself then for Jackson’s benefit.
Colonel Grant was taken aback when she changed the topic and focused on him, he quirked his eyebrow “I appreciate your concern Doctor, but I’ve never fallen asleep on duty; even when I had to serve on post for 38 hrs straight; War does terrible things to people. Nor am I really a fan of ‘medically induced’ sleep; I will take your notice of my fatigue under advisement though, and go and get another cup of CAFF to brighten my eyes.” Samuel couldn’t help but smile at the good Doctor, he always appreciated her dedication to her duty.
Location: Sickbay; Doctor Jackson’s Office
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Post by Dr. Sabina Jackson on Jan 21, 2010 22:05:24 GMT -6
Location: Her office
As he talks about the former Lt. Tyler, she shudders visibly at the painful recollections of his homicidal behavior. She had several guesses as to why he'd snapped, but they were just that- only guesses. The Colonel would have a better insight into his behavior, perhaps.
She's grateful to change the subject to the new Lt. Tyler. Nodding, she responds, "I know, though they look alike, they are different people. I agree that we should watch him, but perhaps give him the benefit of the doubt. If he develops mistrust for us or we keep him too much at arms length, we might be creating what you humans call a self-fulfilling prophesy." Some human phrases were strange to her, but she'd gotten used to using them herself.
She sighs, though, he seemed determined to ignore the needs of his body. She was guilty of it during emergency situations, but now that she had help, she'd be able to get more rest. "Well, don't make me drug your coffee, sir." Her look was teasing, but with a note of worry. She only had his best interests in mind.
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Ann'Knox
New Member
Cold Harbor Simm - 'Have love and trust to your self and family.'
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Post by Ann'Knox on Jan 27, 2010 7:57:11 GMT -6
Note: These are my farewell post(s) for Ann’Knox. I am retiring her from the Cold Harbor…at least my version of her. This is also an opener to help Brian’s new character, Herau.
Security Report on the CRV USS Mechanicum To Jessie Brett Tyler, Ambassador of the Federation to the ‘Drak’. :[/color]
“An unidentified vessel reported to be claiming as the Cold Harbor B…had arrive to meet with the Director General. The vessel appears to be Federation but as a temporal signature. Shortly as the reported Cold Harbor B arrived had a quick altercation with the Drak Ambassador’s fighter craft. Mystery to this odd behavior of the ‘Drak’ is still under investigation.
The ‘Drak’ known as ‘Ann’ has sustained life threaten injury…she was taken aboard the USS Imperium to only be removed by a boarding party from the Cold Harbor B. The invasion of the Director General’s vessel has cause distrust of the ‘Drak’ further. Where the talks between the Captain of the Cold Harbor B reported to have settled and agreed to an officer exchange.
Access to the ‘Drak’ Ambassador is restricted…but reports of an exchange officer reportedly named as ‘Herau’ has been rumored to have examined the ‘Drak’ Ambassador. This exchange officer has been transferred to the USS Cold Harbor commanded by Samuel Joshua Grant.
Other notes the reported name of this Cold Harbor B's Captain is confusing but 'her' name given was Jennifer Young Grant. No further reports…” ~ Security Chief of the USS Mechanicum
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Brett Tyler
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Cold Harbor Executive Officer
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Post by Brett Tyler on Jan 27, 2010 8:16:32 GMT -6
‘Brett’ had received a message from the massive portable starbase, the USS Mechanicum. It was from a security chief; a contact that he had that reported information pertaining anything about the ‘Drak’. As he read this report he recalled the Colonel’s girlfriend was named Ann. Typically he would not share such information to a man that had punched him, however to forgive and build trust he had contacted Colonel Grant, “XO to Colonel Grant, I think you might find this of your interest. I have forward a message that I have received recently that might peek your attention. Take it as your forgiven.” ‘Brett’ closed the comms. before the Colonel responded. He had chuckled inwardly mostly being a smart alec however he had also meant it as a positive gesture nonetheless. Post location records - Location Start – N/A Location Mid – N/At Location End – Deck 2, His Office (Counselor’s Office)
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Post by Samuel J. Grant on Jan 31, 2010 11:31:30 GMT -6
Location: Sickbay; Doctor Jackson’s Office
Colonel Grant smiled, and shook his head. Bajoran or not, she’d nailed that saying on the head perfectly “I do believe you are correct Doctor; we’ll have to be wary of causing our own problem.” His face tried to blush, as he looked at his hand, finding that he’d just put his foot in his mouth (or technically his fist), as he’d struck Tyler on The Bridge.
When she threatened to drug his CAFF, he arched back in mocked horror “There are certain things I won’t stand far Doctor Jackson; messing with a man’s drink, that’s sacrilege…” he eyed her for a second, then smirked. He stood from his seat “Thanks for the information, both professional and personal; let me know if anything else comes up.” He smiled, and departed her office, going about his rounds; he was the ships CO by rank, but a Security Officer at heart.
Location: Corridor; Sick Bay Deck
OOC Note: I’ll respond to the Ann’s threads later, as those could be some bigger posts, and I’m pressed for time at the moment… :/
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Post by Samuel J. Grant on Feb 10, 2010 1:54:34 GMT -6
Location: Ready Room
Colonel Grant had just entered his Ready Room when he received a communiqué from his newly appointed XO, Brett Tyler. “XO to Colonel Grant, I think you might find this of your interest. I have forward a message that I have received recently that might peek your attention. Take it as your forgiven.” Colonel Grant scoffed at himself, but, all things being as they were, he had to give Tyler extra rope; even if he chose to try and hang him with it later, “Thanks Lieutenant, I’ll take it in here.” He keyed a few commands on his computer console, and read the message… then read it again… and then a third time. His brain simply refused to take the message as fact; it didn’t make any sense.
Finding himself far from being in the mood for jokes, practical or otherwise, he keyed in a few additional commands and sent the message through several security filters, both Starfleet protocols and CRV specialties; to his horror, they all came back confirmed as authentic. But none of it made much sense, and he hated anything to do with temporal mechanics or alternate realities; it all played with his beliefs. Falling victim to his own rashness, he quickly activated his combadge “Grant to Transporter Room #2, immediately transport me to Imperium’s Bridge Ready Room.” When the Transporter Officer hesitated at the odd request, he quickly followed his orders with the Colonels quick and harsh verbal respite.
A moment later, he found himself in the Ready Room aboard the USS Imperium; The CRV’s Flag Ship. Yet, it was empty. He found himself staring at an empty chair and desk, although he wasn’t sure if he had actually expected the Director-General to be sitting at the desk twittering his thumbs. So, he turned to exit the Office, and in doing so found he wasn’t alone. Standing behind him were three CRV Security Officers, a hint of ‘purple’ mixed in their uniforms, marking them out as special CRV Officers; or maybe ‘specialists’ were a better term. “I demand you m…” he didn’t get a chance to finish, the senior officer among them cut him off “You don’t demand a damn thing on this ship.” He replied, evenly eye Colonel Grant up and down.
Colonel Grant found himself staggered, he was surprised of the audacity of another officer to speak to him that way (although, he was sure he’d spoken to a higher ranked officer that way once or twice when he found them where they weren’t supposed to be or when they tried to breach his check point on his rank alone). “Look, Lieutenant Commander, do you have any idea who I…” again, he didn’t get to finish. “Yes, yes.” Replied the agitated officer “You’re Colonel Grant, Samuel Grant, from The Cold Harbor.” Colonel Grant lifted an eye brow; the officer didn’t seem to care. Samuel’s training also caused him to notice something else as well, the three officers were extremely tense, but not as in they were intimidated by him, but that they were bracing themselves for a fight; which he found very odd, as he was the only other person in the room.
“Now, we seem to have a problem.” Colonel Grant replied coolly, his agitation cooling and his training resuming control. “Oh, you have no idea…” replied the cocky Lt. Cmdr. that stood before him. Figuring his best chance was to catch them off guard, he shrugged “Well, this seems to be an unfair fight…” The opposing officers looked at each other, then back at Colonel Grant, “Oh?” inquired the officer up front. “Indeed,” replied Colonel Grant, “because theirs only three of you…” and he displayed a devilish grin. Finding themselves flatfooted with his insult, they all reacted quicker then they originally planned, which suited Samuel just fine.
With a side step and right hook, he sent the cocky Lt. Cmdr. sprawling backwards clutching his face, he pleasant sound of broken nose bone and cracking teeth preceding his retreat. As he stumbled backwards, he tripped, and was pushed out of the way by the two officers behind him, and crashed hard to the ground. Samuel dodged the first several blows thrown his way, the one Human female security officer threw powerful kicks, while the Bolian male security officer doggedly pursued him with heavy handed, yet painfully telegraphed, punches. Samuel dropped low, and took the Bolian’s feet out from under him with a leg sweep, and came up with an upper cut to the female as her swing kick collided with the airborne Bolian just before he could completely crash to the ground; he hit with a thud, and her jaw snapped shut with the connection, knocking her backwards and almost immediately unconscious.
Colonel Grant turned to face the door, to see if there was anyone advancing on him or if the original Lt. Cmdr. had gotten back up; but as he did so he felt a horrible burning sensation striking across his chest. With a surprised look, he saw that the Lt. Cmdr. had indeed gotten back up, and was pointing a phaser at him. It took him a minute to realize he’d been shot, but the fact that his arms wouldn’t work and his legs partially gave out, forced the fact to the front of his head. Colonel Grant staggered, trying to stay on his feet, but only succeeded in providing a nice target for the severely agitated Lt. Cmdr. to advance and strike him in the face with the butt of the phaser; knocking Samuel backwards against the desk in the office. He grabbed Samuel around the neck, and squeezed hard, “Bah, you righteous zelots always cause the most problems…” he said through his bloody and injured face; he was easily already missing three teeth on the upper part of his jaw, blood streaked down his face and fell on Samuel’s uniform. Just as Samuel’s eyes locked with the injured officer attacking him, another voice cut in.
“Damn it that’s enough!” he knew the voice, and he knew the officers that attacked him knew it too. “Get the hell out of here, right this FRAKING instant.” The three officers, all helping each other walk properly, departed the office, there destination couldn’t be a secret; Colonel Grant found himself wondering, oddly enough, if the ships Doctor could hold a candle to his Doctor Jackson, the thought faded a moment afterwards. “You know what your biggest problem is Sam?” asked the Director-General as he entered the office, and took a seat at the previously abandoned desk “You’re almost too fraking predictable, even when you think your being cunning; now clean yourself off…” he tossed a rag at him, which after another few moment, Samuel found that his nerves were recouping from being hit with the high level stun setting he’d taken from the phaser shot, and used to clean up the blood he was spilling from the hit he took to the face as well; it’d broken open the corner of his left eye.
Colonel Grant gave him a confused stare, but then his face betrayed his actions slightly, but more then enough for the Director-General to display a smile. “Yes, Samuel, you’re here because of that dreadful Drak friend of yours, or rather more, because she’s someone ‘special’ to you… You know, with your history with women, I thought you’d pick someone better; someone less prone to causing you so much problems.” With his rage now boiling over again, his face reddened very quickly, it was odd to hear his long time friend and idol speak to him in such a way. Having nothing better to say, and still not being able to think clearly at the moment, he could think of nothing more to say then simply the obvious question “Where is she, and I want to see her; now.”
Location: USS Imperium; Ready Room
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