Captain Young Grant
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Post by Captain Young Grant on Feb 21, 2010 0:36:02 GMT -6
OOC: LOL… this starts just after the transport out of the USS Imperium from Jennifer’s boarding party.
The ‘Ny’Ty Warrior Assassin Class, Cold Harbor B’ hails the USS Imperium immediately when the ‘Drak’, Tra'Shydaa Mahck had self bean with ‘Ann’ off the starship. “Director-General, I know you are greatly upset by this…” Mid sentence the Director-General tries to interrupt her…though she continues to get her sincere feelings across. “Where. WHERE I don’t blame you, sir but you must understand I have no control on the decisions of that ‘Drak’. Please… please lets us keep the set appointment for talks between us.” She was standing in the middle of her bridge. Where around her it could be seen clearly it was a federation starship but with small differences. Jennifer looks back at her executive officer, Katie. She would tell her in front of the view screen, “Where is that damn ‘Drak’. ‘It’ really wants to frack everything up? It’s not right for us to be here other wise... Can you please look for where the other one is, this Ann’Knox?” Tra'Shydaa Mahck would have likely taken the Ann’ to the Infirmary. After what has happened these Starfleet were caught in a middle of a common hostility of ‘Drak’ towards each other.
Jennifer didn’t understand it herself but the ‘Drak’ were broken down in to families. Where these families are called Clans and are always at war with each other…but from her knowledge Tra'Shydaa Mahck wasn’t in any clan. So part of the actions of this Ann’Knox who she hasn’t met yet…was partly understood. Just as they arrived Ann’s fighter craft open fired with out warning. Jennifer was unprepared but only received nearly to moderate damage. As her ship was compared to more then the finest of the federation could offer. The ‘Drak’s’ designed vessel like small crafts to starships to be as powerful as Capital ships. Jennifer didn’t see it that way or at least towards her starship anyways. She saw it as a tool to explore and a feat of engineering.
She waited for the Director-General to response to only agree on no ‘Draks’ back aboard his vessel. Where she was more still Starfleet then ‘Drak’…Jennifer was able to get herself and her Executive Officer to return to his ship. To discus terms of a treaty between the entire Drak Empire and the Federation. A step to understanding that the Director suggested was a officer exchange…where Jennifer thought that was a very good way to get both side to understand one another.
Meanwhile in the Infirmary one of the scientist on board…Herau é'lyria Vél’Kü Jöcqüah' was the one to be seeing over the ‘Drak’ lord Ann’. On ‘Drak’ vessels there were no Sickbay or Doctors it simply didn’t existed. All most everyone had all the specialties of other departments. So if a crew that had officers that did key tasks die the remaining crew could go on with out a dent in progress. There were small cases there would have real specialist but that was limited to higher ranking lords. Katie would find her self in a lab…what Jennifer refused to call it as that and renamed it the Infirmary. It was hard for her to go to a LAB to do her medical check ups. So impersonal and cold…just like how she saw how the ‘Drak’ were.
In the ‘Infirmary’ in one of the chambers there was a column of light. Within in the bright pure whit light was Ann’Knox…she was held with in its soft glow. She was display in such away like a lab rat...incepted by scientist and over saw by Tra'Shydaa Mahck. Katie would arrives shortly to see this…she wouldn’t be surprised how they were treating Ann’Knox’s injuries but she would be surprise how the ‘Drak’ treated each other.
On the command deck she would listen to the Director-Generals compromise…in other word demands on how Jennifer will not come armed and there would be NO ‘Draks’ to be allowed aboard. Course Jennifer would agree to all the terms and ask the her Executive officer could follow her aboard the USS Imperium. As Katie was no ‘Drak’ but yet not exactly Starfleet ether but Jennifer trusted her more then anyone of her crew next to her beloved Sammy.
She was received in the Transporter room…she asked the Imperium to transport her off her ship. It was an odd request by her but couldn’t see a reason not to. She was met by Robert Macharius and she said, “Hello sir, it is nice to see a familiar face and another Starfleet officer again.” Seeing him again or at least to her it was something but for him it would be strange. From where she came from they were friends through her love Samuel.
She was walked out to the conference room to discuss further matters. On their way Jennifer chatted with Robert, “Sir? This is as strange as it for you but I speak for the ‘Drak’ and I am asking for us to open a first step towards better future. To avoid the judgments and decisions of my reality. This officer exchange would be a small step to many more possibilities. Sir? Robert. Its hard to see but maybe listening would help? Sir.” Just as the doors to the turbo lift slide open she could see the end of a fight. Before her eyes she couldn’t believe it and saw his busted face on the floor. “Sammy?” Jennifer called out his name under her breath. In her shock she caught the last end of the Director-General talking to Samuel. “ You’re almost too fraking predictable, even when you think your being cunning; now clean yourself off… 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.” Jennifer couldn’t understand what she was hearing…Sam with a ‘Drak’? What happen to her? then she re thought that and pondered, ‘What happen to the Jennifer of this place? Did she die? Or what…’ She heard him say, “Where is she, and I want to see her; now.”
“No.” Jennifer walked forward and looked him in his broken face, “I would have thought you would grow out of that. You can’t demand your way through life and you can’t see her. She is to be brought back…to Gaud’Nossika.” She looked at him and couldn’t understand what he saw in a ‘Drak’. She tried to keep her face from showing what she felt for the THINGS that changed her universe. “Who is she? What makes her make you fight for her so much?” Jennifer wanted to understand for her self and for another reason.
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Post by Samuel J. Grant on Feb 21, 2010 13:27:30 GMT -6
Location: USS Imperium; Transporter Room (back post)
Robert stood opposite the transporter pad, nodding his head slowly as the transporter chief got the hint and engaged the systems. A moment later, and a female with red hair a face he hadn’t seen in several years appeared in front of him; although it should have been a pleasurable experience, his nose quenched just a bit in slight agitation. Walking off the platform, the woman spoke “Hello sir, it is nice to see a familiar face and another Starfleet officer again.” The Director-General hesitated a moment, then out reached his hand. “A familiar face in theory, yet, not so familiar to in truth.” He looked the woman up and down, then back at her eyes “You look much…” he thought a moment “much more ‘seasoned’ then I last recalling seeing our Jennifer.” It was the most pleasant way he could say she looked so much older; but not in the direct physical sense to where she was no longer beautiful. He physic and personnel ‘aura’ she put off was reinforced with a level of confidence only gained through hardships and experience; very much different then what remembered. “If you’ll follow me Captain.” He motioned with his hand, and the two started walking back towards his Ready Room, escorted by two seemingly unarmed and un-dangerous men, but their presence was ship custom, and they surely were not ‘harmless’; the purple mingled into their CRV Uniforms noticeable.
“Sir? This is as strange as it for you but I speak for the ‘Drak’ and I am asking for us to open a first step towards better future.” The charisma of a man so confidant in himself permeated the area as they walked, and her comment of a ‘better future’ brought a smile to his face “anything for the advancement of The Federation” he thought, but they continued to walk and she continued to speak “To avoid the judgments and decisions of my reality.” Unlike the majority of, well, everyone, the idea of different realms and time frames, the basics of temporal mechanics and quantum theory, never bothered him; it was just another area of scientific advancement. “This officer exchange would be a small step to many more possibilities. Sir? Robert. Its hard to see but maybe listening would help? Sir.” He couldn’t help but smile, and he let out a small laugh. “Listening? Oh, there is surely a need for that with these possibilities. Regardless of the circumstance, and who you ‘are’, or rather my mind wants to tell me you are, still gives you no right to appear here, board my ship, get into a running phaser fight, and then kidnap someone, some ‘thing’, that was in my custody; that’s totally unacceptable.”
They continued to walk as they spoke. “Guess it was a good thing that Samuel wasn’t in charge of the ship’s security, you’d probably have been in serious trouble.” He smiled as they walked, then tilted his head as a thought hadn’t occurred to him just yet “Speaking of which; you given any thought on how you’re gonna explain any of this? You know he hasn’t spoken to you, well, this realities ‘you’ since the ‘accident’ aboard The Bull Run almost 10 years ago.” The smile still holding on his face, the evil grin of confidence mixing with it, he finished “I only ask because I think you’re gonna see him sooner then you think, if I know the man at all; unless I miss my guess.” Crossing through the conference room and The Main Bridge, they walked up to enter the Ready Room when they heard the commotion inside.
Location: USS Imperium; Ready Room (current time frame)
There was an eerie quiet that pervaded the entire area, as the two Officers start at each other. Colonel Grant tried to control his rage, but it stayed hot enough to hint at turning his ears red. With practiced ease, and supreme confidence, the Director-General replied with a single word “No.” Colonel Grant found himself staggered, trying to figure out just what was going on around here; he hadn’t heard Jennifer’s ‘no’ as it had been overlapped, and drowned out by Robert’s… plying for a few moments time, he dabbed his eye to make sure it stopped bleeding with the rag he was given, then dropped the rag on the counter. For the briefest moment, out of the corner of his eye, he thought he saw his long lost love, but he often saw ‘ghost images’ of her from time to time, and dismissed it as that almost immediately, never even hinting at the fact that he saw her image. The Director-General leaned back in his chair, his ever present aura of complete superiority and confirmed arrogance had never left him in all his years, and Samuel swore that it never would.
“You never think of the bigger picture Sam, never. You always look at what’s immediately in front of you and try to smash it to pieces with the biggest hammer you got, then move past the debris and repeat the process. This prevents you from ever dealing with the larger, and more complicated issues.” Macharius just shook his head, as if a teacher was correcting a student that kept making the same error on test after test; Colonel Grant was not in the mood to be lectured. “Now is not the time for you to lecture me… Sir…” his solider instincts pulled at him hard, and even while insubordinate, he tried to keep a level of respect. “My crew and I have been through hell these past few weeks because of a cover up that someone in Starfleet wanted to make sure occurred. Whether it was The CRV, Starfleet Proper, Starfleet Security, whoever… We got thrown into the meat grinder to protect something that should never have occurred… with a little information, we could have saved more lives then were lost, it was pointless…” It was difficult for Colonel Grant to force his composure, but he hated being used; regardless of who did it.
Macharius was about to speak, but Captain Grant stepped forward, and when The Director-General turned and looked at the approaching woman, Samuel realized it wasn’t his imagination. He turned and saw a woman standing before him, a woman he hadn’t seen in years, but a woman he’d never forget. “I would have thought you would grow out of that.” Samuel found that he was completely horrified, and took a few steps back as she stepped forwards. “You can’t demand your way through life…” Samuel interrupted her, through force of will alone to reacquire some of the initiative “Can’t I? Guess you don’t know me that well…” yet, she continued apparently undeterred “and you can’t see her.” Colonel Grant just raised an eyebrow, his mind racing trying to figure out what was going on, who he was talking to and just how much of a migraine he was going to end up having when this was all said and done.
The woman before him wore a uniform slightly different then that of either a Starfleet Officer or a CRV Officer, it didn’t stand out as a branch that he was aware of. But in face, in body, in voice, it was his Jennifer, but something still just wasn’t right; regardless, she was oddly interfering with him, which was agitating him even more; not to mention confusing him. “She is to be brought back…to Gaud’Nossika.” She said matter of factly, and although Samuel had no idea what, or where, that was, it wasn’t the answer he wanted, which meant it didn’t help his mood.
“Who is she?” Samuel just started at her, he glanced at The Director-General, but then was back with his eyes locked with Jennifer, teeth clenched in barely controlled rage. “What makes her make you fight for her so much?” Not even hesitating, as something clicked in his mind, he replied to her inquiry “The same damn reason I fought so hard for you 10 years back…” Not sure if it even made sense to himself, this woman was Jennifer in appearance, but he knew what Jennifer was doing this days and where she was posted; she was back in the Sol System working with the Starfleet Corp of Engineers on new and radical designs and such, something she was dreadfully good at… well, one of a few things she was dreadfully good at, and his body released a soft ‘tingle’ all across it at the exotic and sensual memories that rushed to the forefront of his mind.
Gathering his wits, albeit it took a while, he looked at Jennifer, then at Macharius, and said “Now I want my question answered, both of you; what the hell is going on here?” He no longer felt the slight injuries sustained in the fight, and was regaining all confidence in his faculties considering what was going, but the situation itself alone was enough to cause problems, not to mention having Ann the center of it and now Jennifer, or a Jennifer, or something, be involved too… Samuel’s head started to ache… “I asked a question.” He said with a sharp quip.
Location: USS Imperium; Ready Room
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Captain Young Grant
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Post by Captain Young Grant on Apr 18, 2010 3:11:56 GMT -6
“I am not a Drak. My Samuel did fight for me and won me. Although I am no Drak…you never dare compare me to that creature… Samuel.” Jennifer’s anger over came her and nearly forgot where she was… she was glad that it was only her on board for the moment. She tried to recompose her self but her feelings betrayed her training and that of her experience. As Samuel was the only person that could put her guard down.
The water in her eyes was building up but she kept them from falling. “Apparently not strong enough… and as your question will stay unanswered.” Jennifer nods towards Robert, “I will only explain my behavior and that of my crew to you and no other persons, sir.” She had a hard time looking back at Samuel but she did quickly after facing Robert. “and you Samuel! Have no right in speaking to me in that form. My husband would have never raised his voice at me as you have.”
She walked off towards a console or bulkhead and tilted her head down. It was very hard for her to face her husband or a man that look and smelled like him. A tear managed to escape down her cheek…she pondered where her Executive Officer was and why is she not here yet. Jennifer naturally trusted these people but she needed the emotional comfort that Katherine gave her.
She just couldn’t understand how that Drak had manipulated Samuel so well. Her eyes seeing him fight so much to see that ‘fearon’ blight. She wasn’t sure which of the two were better the one set to service with her or the girl that Samuel demands to see. Knowing that Katherine was likely held back with ‘Ann’Knox’ on her Ttar’Veck. Jennifer wiped the tear and pulled on her uniform…and stood strait up.
“Captain? Or is Colonel Grant? You can’t see the Drak. For the reason that she is under my care on board my vessel. You are not cleared to board my ship and if…” She turns to Robert briefly then back to Samuel, “decided that you are. You Captain. Colonel…whatever will act as such. I don’t except behavior like this on my ship.” She turns to Robert with embarrassment, “Though I’m not a good example of that ether.” Jennifer was caught cleaning up after her own special Drak’s mess. Even if this Robert wasn’t her real Robert she still felt terrible.
Back onboard her ship Katharine would have learned that the Drak that was taken…was a Dead Court leader. Her ‘care’ was utmost priority and no one was allowed to see her till her life threatening stages are healed. Katherine is to beam over to Jennifer’s location as soon as possible to report to her Captain. She would be unarmed with no escorts as requested and agreed upon with Robert.
“Director General Macharius… I really wished that we started on far better terms then what had happen. I can’t let Samuel see the Drak. Our weapons have severely damaged the Lord’s Ra’Meanna Kai. It has effect its nervous system, which in turn past it along to the Drak Lord. We have sensitive technology that we haven't agreed upon for anyone of your reality's officers to see. As I am on your ship and you'd have the same rules for me to follow. Sir.” Jennifer tilted her head down to Robert for respect and she still felt embarrassed after all that happened.
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Post by Jessica K. Benson Of~Two Dawns on Apr 18, 2010 9:29:59 GMT -6
Location: Alternate Cold Harbor, Bridge
Having spoke with the Drak woman all she could, While doing so, Katie feeling an affinity, or closeness to the drak woman. After doing a little research she would find out that Ann'knox is her aunt, with her mother being Ann's sister. she left to go to the bridge to report to the captain. When getting there, she is informed that Captain Grant has already transported over to the CRV ship
A flash of annoyance passed through her system "Why didn't you tell me earlier?" She asked and not waiting for an answer turned back toward the turbo lift. "Don't snap at me." came the reply from the officer she snapped at. She paused and turned back to the officer, her tail twitching a bit "Is that how you address a commanding officer?" She asked somewhat calmly
The male officer, seeing the error in his action looked apologetic "no ma'am, no ma'am. I'm sorry, ma'am." With a tail flip, she turned and entered the turbo lift. On the way down to the Transporter room, she realizes she broadcasted again, so it's not entirely the officer's fault
Entering the transporter room, she asked the chief to transport her over so she can join her captain. Transporting over, she would step off the PADD but before she could take another step, she heard a command to "Halt!"
Location: CRV Imperiam, Transporter room and deck
She looked up to see two CRV security males, complete with phasers pointed at her. Her tail twitched as she hated having weapons pointed at her. "Who are you and what is your business here." one of them asked
"I am Commander Katherine Benson Of~Two Dawns and I am the first officer aboard that ship I just come from. I am here with Captain Grant."
The Security males looked at each other then back to her "We haven't seen you before and you look suspicious." Her tail twitched a bit more "I just informed you I am here with Captain Grant, the female one."
The other male pipes up "Hey, you look really suspicious. You're one of those drak freaks!" She growled and looked at the officer, fire literally burning in her eyes "I am not drak!" She said, raising her voice and her hand. The one accusing her of being drak, flew back against the wall with a thud. Surprised, the other guard went to check on him "Well, not fully." She added as an after-thought, then started for the exit. the other guard coming over to bar her way "Halt, I cannot let you go any further." Another flick of her wrist and the 2nd guard flew over to join his buddy "Oh get out of my way." She said in exasperation
She exited the transporter room, looking down both ways down the hall and turned right, heading for a turbo lift to go to the bridge. As she approached a turbo lift, the lift opens and a squad of 6 males, and 2 female security come out and quickly draw there phasers "Halt!" The lead one says "Surrender and stand down."
"Oh bither bother" She comments "I came here to see Captain Grant." The Security officer that told her to halt speaks up "You aren't going anywhere. I just got a report you assaulted two security officers."
"They got in my way, so I moved them my way Now I don't have time to play with you boys. I need to get to the bridge." With that, she turned and headed back down the corridor to catch another TL
The lead guard commanded her to halt and she ignored him. A second command to halt came and she ignored him still. Suddenly she felt a phaser blast hit her in the knee and she dropped to one knee. Her anger flared and so did the fire within her. She erupted into flames, just enough to cover her body. She slowly stood and heard the male command his team to get back, they seemed a bit closer since they thought they had stopped her.
Before she could turn on them, however, the decks fire suppression system kicked on and drenched her with water, which doused the flames. Her being drenched didn't stop her though, however all the fur and hair on her body had been burned away. Her uniform still intact, save for the phaser mark on the back of her knee.
She turned, water dripping off of her, and faced the officer that shot her. She raised his hand and brought the officer to her with her telekinesis and she got right in his face. "You shot me. I don't like being shot" She said coldly and venomously. She then spun him around and put him in a headlock, one hand on his chin, the other on his forehead and she addressed the rest of the team "Take me to Captain Grant NOW or I will snap his neck!"
After a couple moments, she felt the man's head nod a couple times, the two females of the team step forward "We'll take you."
She nodded "Thank you" She said, trying to calm down, tossing the man she held aside. She walked toward the TL the squad exited with the two female security flanking her. She entered one of them ordered the TL to go to the bridge
Location: CRV Imperiam Bridge and Ready Room
A couple minutes later, she exited the TL, with the two guards. The two of them escorted her to the CRV Ready room, half the crew on the bridge turning and looking at her with surprise. The security women walked in and politely interrupted "Pardon the interruption, sir but this woman is here, claiming she is with Captain Grant."
Katie followed them in and stood there, still dripping wet and hair-less. She glanced around the office, seeing two men and the person whom she has sought since she transported over. Captain Jennifer Grant. She looked a bit sheepish towards her captain and companion, then she sensed a bit of the emotional roller coaster her captain has been feeling
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Captain Young Grant
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Post by Captain Young Grant on Apr 18, 2010 12:23:53 GMT -6
Jennifer stood there waiting for Robert Macharius to reply to her…along with Samuel. She knew Samuel wasn’t going to take her response to well. She knew she would get a mouth full but hoped he’d wouldn't talk to her the way he had earlier. The red lights of the ship started to blink and a ship’s warning of an intruder alert sounded. She looked at the Director followed by a shrug, “Sir? I don’t know what is going on.” Jennifer pulled her wrist towards her mouth…as that is were they kept their combages.
“What is going on over there? Has she escaped?” She asked in a worried confused tone… “Ma’am? There isn’t any problem but Katharine has beamed to your location, sir. ” Jennifer quickly turn back towards Robert along with, “Oh my gaud, this is totally not my day. ” Jennifer She pulls off her black rimmed glasses and rubbed her temples. At the point she had a migraine as bad as Samuel was getting. She didn’t even know what to tell the Director General that what was on his ship was her Executive Officer. “If I said sorry now would that mean anything? Sir.” She just sat in the closes chair she could find. Having that blank stare waiting for Katherine to appear.
Her Executive was her trusted friend but wasn’t as graceful in some ways. From the files and stories that Jenn had read and heard…that this particular trait Katherine got it from her father. When she came through the doors with an armed escort…Jennifer looked and squinted, “Katie? Wha…what happen to you? And why are you wet?” Jennifer slowly turned to Samuel and simply sighed.
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Post by Jessica K. Benson Of~Two Dawns on Apr 18, 2010 16:13:21 GMT -6
Her eyes were on Jennifer as she sat in the chair she sat in, looking a bit exhausted and a bit more confused, especially at her wet and bedraggled appearance. Jennifer squinted at her as she didn't have her seeing eyes on. She let her question hang in the air a bit, as she asked what happened to her and why is she wet
Her glance went to the Director General who seemed to have a surprised and confused look on his face, also looking like he wanted an explanation. Her gaze turned toward the other male in the room, Colonel Grant. He seemed to have the same look of surprise and befuddlement, with a mixture of "duh" in his expression. Is this the Colonel that her father spoke of so long ago?
She turned to the two female security guards and they were looking toward the Director General, expectantly awaiting orders and any type of comment. She then looked back to Jennifer, answering the question that she posed to her "Well, it is an amusing story" She says with somewhat of a grin "I transported aboard and was met by a couple of charming security people who were very suspicious of me. I tried to get them to let me pass but they refused. So I um.. brushed them aside."
She paused and then continued her story. "I left the transporter room and headed towards a turbo lift. I was then met by a squad of security, these two charming ladies" indicated the two females that escorted her "were part of them and their leader told me to halt and told me that I assaulted two others and that I wasn't going anywhere. So I turned and walked down the other way and the squad leader had the audacity to shoot me. So I flamed up to scare them a little but before I could do anything, the fire suppression system turned on and drenched me" Which now explained her drenched, bald appearance
"So, in conclusion, I um.. used a little force to get the squad leader to get these two" indicated the two female security people "to escort me here. I told them I was with you but they didn't seem to believe me." Her hands were folded in front of her, she looking a bit cold, her uniform clinging to some peculiar places. Water still dripping off the tip of her fur-less tail
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Post by Captain Young Grant on Apr 23, 2010 7:41:38 GMT -6
“Well, it is an amusing story… I transported aboard and was met by a couple of charming security people who were very suspicious of me. I tried to get them to let me pass but they refused. So I um.. brushed them aside.” Jennifer listened to Katherine and knew why they were suspicious of her. After all that, bastard Drak kidnapping a Ann'Knox off the Director ship. Jennifer was speechless on how to feel and responded to this. She saw fault on both sides…where she did say that her Executive Officer was going to follow. Also that she would be unarmed…so why such a reaction from the Director General’s Marines?
“I left the transporter room and headed towards a turbo lift. I was then met by a squad of security, these two charming ladies” Jenn just looked at in a, ‘oh Katie!’ way. “I were part of them and their leader told me to halt and told me that I assaulted two others and that I wasn't going anywhere. So I turned and walked down the other way and the squad leader had the audacity to shoot me. So I flamed up to scare them a little but before I could do anything, the fire suppression system turned on and drenched me" ” She closed her eyes and just said, “Katherine. This isn’t our ship and they don’t have Drak personnel on board like ours. Remember how your father…” She paused that ponder and rephrased it…since how the report on Grab Foot of Two Dawns was like, “…remember your mother, Earon. She the kind of example how we should be on this vessel. ”
Jennifer looked at Robert and tried to explain herself and her Executive Officer. There were no excuses that she could give him and or Samuel. “You see sir. On my starship…we have Drak…” She waves her hands on trying to convey words to describe. How Starfleet and Drak ways has meshed together. “The Draks way is strait forward…less procedure and a complex simplify of rules. I know sir that this isn’t coming out clear. Katherine was raised in a Drak occupied Federation and all I can do is ask if you can please have patients with us. I know sir that there isn’t any excuses of the action made today but that’s all I can say to you. I understand and feel your view on this as I have felt the same way. Where years now I have went through all this I’m asking you both to have some rules bent but of course not broken.”
Jennifer looks to Katie…just as her executive uttered, “So, in conclusion, I um.. used a little force to get the squad leader to get these two to escort me here. I told them I was with you but they didn't seem to believe me ” Jenn stood up and said, “Commander! I need you to control your self we are not back home and these people don’t share the humor. I need you to work with me and work with the customs. How will they except or give us room with ours? Do you understand me?” She was worried that Katherine unique abilities would appear. She didn’t want any of these two men to be aware that she and her executive are not exactly unarmed. Katherine “flame on” was one but the other worried her, as it was more destructive. As that would affect everyone on the Director General’s ship leading to unrepairable results…
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Post by Jessica K. Benson Of~Two Dawns on Apr 24, 2010 17:20:58 GMT -6
She saw Jennifer, Captain Grant, looking on as she recounted her experiences from her transporting about, trying to make her way to the bridge to meet with her, meeting the CRV Security team, getting soaked and so on.
When Jenn gave her the exasperated, or was it disappointed "Oh Katie" look, she flinched a bit, the look, that disappointed look, in her captain's eyes stung, stung as if she herself had slapped her
An ear tipped toward her Captain as she spoke, closing her eyes. The other ear tipped forward as she mentioned her father, pausing to seemingly think of her next words. It's been a good two thousand years since she saw her father's feline face. She smiled a bit in recollection. She loved her father dearly and still misses him after over 2000 years
She realized that Jenn is speaking again, this time of her mother, Earon, saying that she took take her mother's kinder, more gentler attitude, She thought of her mother too, Earon. She and her father loved her deeply and themselves. Earon often reprimanded her for taking a more drak stance to things and often she wanted to blast her to the other side of the galaxy but she loved her step-mother too much for them to do that
She opened her mouth to comment to Jenn, some of her drak adrenaline still running, that the more peaceful subtle way is boring but Earon came sliding into her memory , She nodded at her captain, taking a few steps to stand at her side. At her closing comments, Jennifer stood up and faced her “Commander! I need you to control your self we are not back home and these people don't share the humor. I need you to work with me and work with the customs. How will they except or give us room with ours? Do you understand me?”
"Yes, Captain. You of all people should know how my biological parents were." She said with amusement, then sobered "but while on this ship, I shall endeavor to behave myself." but it won't be easy, her eyes said
She then waited for the men to respond, as were the two security women
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Post by Samuel J. Grant on May 2, 2010 11:47:51 GMT -6
Location: USS Imperium’s Ready Room
Colonel Grant’s head hurt, and it hurt bad; the pounding behind his eyes so strong that he was sure that his eyes were ‘vibrating’ enough for those looking at him to notice it. His rage still brewed, and it took every once of his self control and professional discipline to keep it checked. But, worst of all, his chest hurt, and if he was older, he’d thought that he was possibly having a heart attack; which, in truth, wasn’t that far off. His heart ached at seeing Jennifer again; it’d been over 10 years since he walked away from her, and he hadn’t have any real contact with her since. His rage was in a war with his memories, as his mind raced from his duty to his personal life, and they battled each other, his body acting as if it was running a high fever with all the energy it was consuming as it fought itself.
But, all that being that which it is, she looked like Jennifer, her body shape almost an identical match from what he remembered, save she seemed ‘firmer’ then before, as if she had seen more combat then was right for a women of her beauty, she didn’t have the aura of innocence that he remembered, and her level of self confidence seemed to almost rival Samuel’s, and a look in her eye stifled each ‘victory’ his memories made. It was her, but it wasn’t… he decided not to say anything at the moment.
“I am not a Drak. My Samuel did fight for me and won me. Although I am no Drak…you never dare compare me to that creature… Samuel.” His eyes widened slightly “My ‘Samuel’…?” he thought, then it clicked, and he was surprised that blood didn’t start shooting from his eyes and nose… “and you Samuel! Have no right in speaking to me in that form. My husband would have never raised his voice at me as you have.” He noticed that she seemed to be paying The Director-General the respect of his position, which added more to the story; there was something going on between The CRV and wherever this ‘Jennifer’ came from… This made things very different, and he found himself wondering what it would have been like to live back during the time of Admiral Kirk when it was simply the Klingon’s or the Romulans to worry about, now there was just so much political intrigue and bull shit to deal with in everything; things were so complicated in today’s time. But her comment of ‘husband’ stung him deeply, and instead of exploding in rage like his body tried, his rage found that it had smashed against an impenetrable shield of such strength, it went from being a warp core explosion to the spark made by banging to rocks together. He lowered his head, stepped back a few paces, and turned his head, not able to look at this woman for a few moments.
“Captain? Or is Colonel Grant? You can’t see the Drak. For the reason that she is under my care on board my vessel. You are not cleared to board my ship and if…” She turns to Robert briefly then back to Samuel, “decided that you are. You Captain. Colonel…whatever will act as such. I don’t except behavior like this on my ship.” Thankfully, although he was sure by accident, she gave him a professional topic to focus his mind on, and his personal shellacking he’d just taken got put in a small ‘corner’ of his mind and he could worry about it later. “If what? Who the hell do you think you’re talking too? You’re holding a member of my, MY, Crew aboard your ship, and refusing to allow me to see her. As far as I know, you’re holding her hostage, against her will, and she may even be hurt; that’s unacceptable. Now, you claim you know me, or a ‘version’ of me; well, from what my ‘limited’ knowledge is of ‘quantum realities theory’ and ‘alternative universes’, even though things are different, much is the same. What do you think would happen if ‘your’ Samuel was put in this position and someone was telling him that he could do his ‘duty’, hrm?”
He retook his steps that he’d backed up, and his right arm extended in front of him, his index finger pointing at Captain Grant very accusatorially “You know that I would do anything to save a person of my crew, someone that I was responsible for, from my Executive Officer, to my best friend, to the newly appointed Ensign or Warrant Officer that just signed about my ship; these are MY people, and I’d gladly give my life to save any one of them. My crew knows that, and that’s what keeps them so loyal, as they know come hell or high water, I wouldn’t abandon them, unless the safety of my entire ship was most assuredly forfeit to get them.” Colonel Grant was pissed beyond measure, he wasn’t sure if he was speaking solely as a Commanding Officer, a loved one scorn, or both; although he was wagering it was the third one. “I won’t leave anybody behind.” Colonel Grant slammed his combadge so hard on his chest that he knew he was going to have a bruise for a few days “Grant to Cold Harbor; get me the hell of this ship. Now.” Without ceremony, his vision blurred, lastly filled with a vision of Jennifer, her red hair blurring with the blue haze of the transporter beam.
The Transporter Officer was going to say something, but Samuel’s sour attitude was well known, and when he saw the look on his Colonels’ face, he said nothing. Colonel Grant began to exit the area, after opening a comm. link, “Grant to Zek’dyn; meet me in your Office… We have a problem…”
Location: USS Cold Harbor; Transporter Room
OOC Note: will post for The Director-General later
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