Main Story; Chapter #1: "I'm sick of dying..."

[* Cold Harbor Story / Action *]

Main Story; Chapter #1; "I'm sick of dying..."

* Cold Harbor Story / Action *

The CRV Experiment, in all it’s secrecy and protection based intent, was having about as hard and horrible a start as any military gambit in history. With the sole intention of protecting the Federation’s interest, both public and secret, and by extension it’s citizenry and ideals, The CRV Fleet has suffered casualties in both ships and manpower at the cost of 70% in the two month’s it’s been in operation. The CRV Fleet itself containing only 4 remaining ships; The Imperium (Fleet’s Flagship and home to the Director-General), The USS Cold Harbor (Excelsior Refit; Battleship), The USS Hawkeye (Defiant Refit; Heavy Escort), The USS Geminon (Norway Class; Destroyer) and The USS Philadelphia (Nebula Class; Heavy Cruiser retrofitted for R&D tasks).

The Cold Harbor, with it’s recent battle honors against The Borg Experiment Uprising and The Almata’n Campaign (and the CRV Fleet as a whole bloodied and demoralized), had received orders for a ‘shake-down-and-battle-readiness-cruise’ along an interior system of the Federation; out of the open view of the ‘public’, but cozy enough to where there shouldn’t be any real ‘shooting’ going on for a bit. The Ship herself needed heavy repair from the previous missions, and her crew needed a moral boost; her senior officers just as badly.

It is during this time, in conjunction with The Philadelphia, that The Cold Harbor runs drill after drill, and works on repairs, while circling an uninhabited asteroid belt.

[Samuel J. Grant]

Location: Main Bridge

The Bridge rocked and jolted, as sparks flew from three of the bridge stations, as the warning klaxons hooted and blared, casting the ever so well known red light over everything and everyone. The Main Viewscreen showed the enemy ship, a Klingon Vorcha Class Battle Cruiser, turning to make another pass, it’s wings highlighted in the glow of discharging disruptor fire. The Cold Harbor shook again, and again, as the helm station blew out, taking the crew member assigned to the post with it.

Colonel Grant slammed his fists on the command chairs armrests “Damn it! Where are my shields?” he played with the controls on his armrest, as another officer took over the helm, desperately tying to bring The Cold Harbor in a counter-rotation to the Klingon ship, trying to put as much armor between the saucer section and the plasma torpedo that was inbound. “Engineering reports casualties, and fused circuitry that has caused the primary shield generators to fuse; repair time unknown!” shouted the tactical officer from behind him “Torpedo Bays one through 4 are all off-line, with tube doors destroyed, and primary phaser banks depleted and not recharging; engineering reports it’s a ‘power flow’ problem…”

Colonel Grant fell back into his chair, as he watched the green glowing orb grow larger and larger on the viewscreen, as it headed for his ship; he let out a deep sigh. “Maybe today is a good day to die…” replied a voice at his back, and Samuel lowered and shook his head. “Oh shut the hell up.” he replied curtly. The plasma torpedo struck the ship, as the ship began to explode throughout it’s hull; the beaten and cracked hull not able to sustain anymore punishment… and just like that The Cold Harbor no longer existed except in story or little pieces…

“Ya know…” replied Colonel Samuel Grant, as he stood from his chair, and threw a PADD he had with him, at the viewscreen; “I’m getting really sick of dying every day…” he turned and saw his long time friend, and Security Chief, Captain Zek’dyn standing behind his chair, arms crossed with a hook of a smile in the sharp beak of his. “Not to mention, your ‘exemplary’ battle counsel…” Samuel shook his head “I swear Zek; sometimes I think you’re more Klingon then anything else…” he looked around the bridge, and cursed again “Alright; you people get this place cleaned up and stand down battle drill conditions. We’ll review what happened and go again in 2 hrs; dismissed.”

Grant tapped his communicator on his check “Oh Bob… Care to explain to me why the damn shield generators fused again… You’re killing us up here, ya know…” Samuel saw that Zek looked like he was going to comment on his choice of words, and Sam simply shook his head to dissuade him. “Come on,” he said after finishing with his Engineering Chief, “lets go down and get a drink… my heads killing me.”

Location: en-route to the Mess Hall

[Brett Tyler]

Status – Joint Post with Karen, Ann'Knox.

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Frist Officer Brett Tyler stood in the Main Shuttlebay awaiting for the Drak Ambassador. From what he understood it would be the same ‘Drak’ that was on board before him. He had read up on this woman and her relations with Colonel Grant. ‘Brett’ made sure he was prepare to meet this Ann’Knox. When the ‘Drak’ vessel arrived it wasn’t what he expected. The living ship did not match the visuals in his records, this ‘thing’ was nothing he had ever seen. The woman that materialized before him was smaller then he had expected. Where Tyler had never seen this ‘Ann’ he could not verify if this was the same person or an imposter. “Welcome to the Cold Harbor Ma’am. I’m the Federation’s Jessie Brett Tyler the Diplomatic Officer and XO of this starship, I’m proud to meet you. However you can call me Dr. Tyler of you like?” ‘Brett’ smiled warmly and extended his hand to meet hers. The woman ‘Drak’ took his hand and said no words just a smile in response. “Ma’am, your accommodation are the same as before and what is left is re-acquainting you to the Colonel.” They headed out, “Computer? Please locate Colonel Grant.” The computer responded promptly and relayed that the CO had departed from the Command Deck and was to Deck 10, section 38. With his one of many enhancements ‘Brett’ calculated that his ‘smallest amount’ of favorite persons on the ship. Was likely headed to the crewmen Mess Hall, as there were no other prospects. Allowing the Ambassador to enter the Turbo Lift before him, he asked the computer to take them to the said location. Upon arrival to Deck 10 it had appeared that they have arrived before the man that he was going to introduce the woman to. “Ann’? May I bring you a beverage?”

She left her Gunship as she rematerialized in to a large chamber within the vessel she had entered, the Cold Harbor. Before her was a man that looked familiar but there was something ‘off’ about him. He had looked as to be checking her out…which was slightly creepy but he was attractive enough that she didn’t mind. She said little to nothing…well it was more of nods and a blank stare. All this was familiar but foreign to her. A bit of touch and go there… “Welcome to the Cold Harbor Ma’am. I’m the Federation’s Jessie Brett Tyler the Diplomatic Officer and XO of this starship, I’m proud to meet you. However you can call me Dr. Tyler of you like?” The man said to her. She simply left a blank answer…not giving any way to read her manner.

The Doctor as he said extended his arm towards her…as it was a common greeting practice she took his hand but still gave no expression on her face. Anu half the time tuned this man out, as she was too busy absorbing her surrounding. She simply nodded and agreed to him…for all she cared ‘The Doctor’ might have asked her to examine her knickers. Where she continued to nod and agree. Following where ever this person was taking her to. All she cared about was meeting Samuel Grant.

They arrived at a pub on board the Starfleet Ttar’Vec…it was too clean even it appeared warn down for her taste. It seemed so plain and there wasn’t that pub SMELL she was use to of her home in Brighton, Sus’sex England. She was aimed at a table and the chav asked her, “Ann’? May I bring you a beverage?” She gave him a look of, ‘sure…okay’. As the man walked away…she uttered under her breath, “Cheers.”

She may look different if anyone had recognized her on the Cold Harbor. She very much had the Ann’Knox look but her hair was different shade and it was cut short. It was wavy almost curly and had a nice shine to it…she had a habit that she was run her fingers through it and curl it around her finger. She was also dressed differently…less formal. At a far it was less warrior ‘Drak’ Xenia like…she had a nice deep red dress on…it was very edge(y) looking but proper.

From a far it may look like a ordinary dress as if you would wear to meet someone special. Up close the garment was durable but to the touch as soft and fitting to her figure. Under was another garment that was also fitted but like a sort of jumpsuit but not. She had leather booths to her knees and Anu did carry weapons. This time a single Bladed Tonfa, one side arm on the opposite side of her hip and other ‘things’ that are not appear as weapons. But decorative jewelry…her skin openly had a white hued inked tattoo markings from her neck and down to her body. To her arms and legs but it was elegantly done…still keeping a posh demeanor.

She sat waiting for Samuel to arrive and deeply hope he would. Rather then that chav to return with her drink. She hope for something heavy as…what she had just saw she need to be trollied! Anu tried not to be noticeable and look where that ‘Doc’ had disappeared to hoping that the bloke stay gone. “Samuel hurry a bit, yeah? Bored…”

‘Brett’ tapped on his comm. badge, “Colonel Grant? The ‘Drak’ Ambassador, Ann’Knox has arrived. I have brought her to the Mess Hall unless you wanted her else where, sir?” He wasn’t sure what drink to order the woman. She appeared young, however, old enough to drink adult beverages. During which he awaited for the CO to reply.

Post location records -
Location Start – Deck 32, Main Shuttlebay
Location Mid – Decks 32 to 10, Turbo Lift
Location End – Deck 10, Crew Lounge (Mess Hall)

[Brett Tyler]

“Well, ma’am here is your drink.’” ‘Brett’ sets down the Synthehol before her and sat parallel to Ann’Knox. He found this was an opportunity to ‘chat’ with the Ambassador. Without of her arrogant boyfriend, Grant; thinking perhaps Ann’ may answer his question without the influence of the Colonel. Also he could ask sensitive questions that be best between them. He sat up slightly leaning towards the table to convey interest to the ‘Drak’. “I read up on your ship. Its impressive! However to my records what you have there doesn’t look like…… this….. Ra. Meann..na Kai?”, as he glance down to his PADD and back up to her. “Did I say that right? Sorry if I killed that for you. At any-rate it seems too small? To fit even you, I think. I couldn’t help but noticed it doesn’t seem to have a place for a cockpit. It looks like….. well it looks pretty aggressive and down right frightening.” Tyler gave a chuckle as he listened and continued asking. “May I ask a personal query? Between your self and the Colonel? It won’t be too personal, why is it that you keep coming back to not just our reality but to him? What do you see in him that makes you return to him?” As the words came out from his mouth, it wasn’t exactly what he would have normally asked. It was just a curiosity, rather then a officer trying to ‘pump’ information out from a alien that the Federation did not trust. “Sorry, I think that was too much of me to ask but rather. What is it with our primitive surroundings that gives you interest? ” He tried to salvage his impulsive question of Grant to a more general topic. “You don’t seem to be liking your drink. Would you want something to eat, perhaps? Or another beverage? Anything a all?” ‘Brett’s’ attention was caught from a very small speck on her upper neck. It seemed to look like ‘glitter’ left on her skin, however, couldn’t be make-up as her face kept a natural look. This was more as it gave the impression to blink. With long intervals and changing between at least three colors. “Pardon me, I believe you have something on your neck.” It wasn’t someone who could easily see, unless you’re ‘kissing’ in that area. His genetically enhance senses couldn’t help but notice and differentiate from dirt on the skin to more.

Post location records -
Location Start – Deck 10, Crew Lounge (Mess Hall)
Location Mid – N/A
Location End – N/A

[Anu Lay'Nah Hathaway]

She stared blankly in to the window port and saw a face (, Ann’) that many of the Cold Harbor crew would recognize…but she hadn’t. Everyone looked at her in away that she didn’t understand. It was strange to feel that the creepy chav would be the only one seemingly feel not strange. Her mind was snapped back to reality by the glass being put on the table. “Well, ma’am here is your drink.’” She gave an undisguisable sigh of disappointment…not just for the fake alcohol but of the chav. She looked at the glass that was put before her…she didn’t need to pick it up but knew it was crap. Just by the cover of everything here she pondered it would be ether of two things. It would be easy or it would be very bloody. Ether way she knew she needed to complete her mission and clean up the damage.

She hope that the ‘Doc’ wouldn’t ask question or even talk for that matter. Her hands kept as far from the glass and yet her eyes were glued on to them. Where it was that or that damn chav…she rather be at home but it was asked of her so she’s here. As expected Doctor Tyler spoke and of all things it was a question…a question that she knew she wasn’t gonna answer.
“I read up on your ship. Its impressive! However to my records what you have there doesn’t look like…… this….. Ra. Meann..na Kai?” Anu just gave him a stoic look, “Did I say that right? Sorry if I killed that for you. At any-rate it seems too small? To fit even you, I think. I couldn’t help but noticed it doesn’t seem to have a place for a cockpit. It looks like….. well it looks pretty aggressive and down right frightening.” She sighed again… “How would a Gunship look like, yeah?” The rest of what she wanted said she pondered in her head, ‘What the fuck, yeah. Expect it to be a bright eyed hopper with perky ears.’

‘Please…’ she thought but no it wasn’t the end but the beginning of the endless and mindless curiosity of these reality’s humans. “May I ask a personal query? Between your self and the Colonel? It won’t be too personal, why is it that you keep coming back to not just our reality but to him? What do you see in him that makes you return to him?” Her eyes got wide and if it wasn’t too much her mouth would be open in shock as well…but she didn’t. “Sorry, I think that was too much of me to ask but rather. What is it with our primitive surroundings that gives you interest? ” Anu just looked at Doctor Tyler and it was beyond awkward now…where on the bloody hell is Samuel she thought she thought. “I’m told to be here, yeah. So I’m here.” ‘Trust me lad if I had a choice it wouldn’t be here.’ She thought to her self.

She pushed the glass that was in front of her and gave another sigh. “You don’t seem to be liking your drink. Would you want something to eat, perhaps? Or another beverage? Anything a all?” “Bollox, where is Samuel?” ‘Fuck’, she said to herself as she realized it wasn’t said to her bloody self. Well she didn’t care…much but Anu need to watch herself. Knowing these people…knowing what she knew. What was told to her…she didn’t understand just that she here to do a job. He looked as if he didn’t hear her but everyone round them did. Or cause he was distracted maybe, “Pardon me, I believe you have something on your neck.”

If she didn’t know what he was asking she would think his a prev but she didn’t ponder ones that it was dirt or what. “Just leave it, yeah? You don’t want that.” Anu thought, ‘It won’t be safe for anyone and she her self couldn’t help if it wasn’t left.’ She could have just said thanks but Anu couldn’t be fake like the man in front of her. “Leave it.”

[Capt. Zek'dyn]

Location: Main Bridge

Zek’dyn stood at his post, just behind the Colonels chair, he held his rifle in his claws and scanned the bridge for ‘intruders’, he was beating his teams with drills just as hard as the ship. With the reports coming in, it appeared that this one was going to be another bust as well… Zek followed the final shot with his hawk eyes, “Maybe today is a good day to die…”[/color] The colonel lowered and shook his head. “Oh shut the hell up.”[/color] he replied curtly. Zek just chuckled, and returned his rifle to its normal position on his back, in-between his wings, what else was there to do…? They had been through this enough already for it to cease to be angering or frustrating.

“Ya know…”[/color] replied Colonel Grant, as he stood from his chair, and threw a PADD he had with him, at the view screen; Zek followed the PADDs trajectory like an owl spying on a mouse, before it shattered against the view screen. “I’m getting really sick of dying every day…”[/color] the Colonel turned to Zek, “Not to mention, your ‘exemplary’ battle counsel…”[/color] Zek wasn’t sure if it was a complement or not, since they seemed to be ‘dying’ often, “Thank you sir” [/color] Samuel just shook his head “I swear Zek; sometimes I think you’re more Klingon then anything else…” [/color] Zek chuckled “At least all our deaths have been honorable.” [/color] Sam turned to the rest of the Bridge crew, “Alright; you people get this place cleaned up and stand down battle drill conditions. We’ll review what happened and go again in 2 hrs; dismissed.” [/color] Zek watched as the Bridge crew scattered, he couldn’t blame them, Grant was in a pissy mood, not very many people wanted to hang around when he got this way… Zek was used to it…

Grant tapped his communicator on his check “Oh Bob… Care to explain to me why the damn shield generators fused again… You’re killing us up here, ya know…” [/color] Zek was going to mention the fact that the ‘fish’ probably would make repairs take longer now… but Sam shook his head and Zek got the clue ‘no comment from the peanut gallery’. Sam motioned for the turbo lift “Come on, lets go down and get a drink… my heads killing me.” [/color] Zek nodded and held out a claw, “Age before beauty” [/color] he chuckled, hey it was better then ‘lady’s first’, it fit the Colonels bitchy mood, but Zek didn’t feel like getting injured today, he knew how far he could push it… Zek followed Sam still grinning, and not making a sound, other then his talons making clicking noises on the deck plating.

Location: En-route to the PX

[Dr. Sabina Jackson]

Location: Sickbay

Sabina yawns and puts away the last of the new medical supplies. During the drills, they also had preparedness drills. All the while, they were thankful there were no real casualties or injuries. A couple of people had come in for common ailments and minor engineering accidents.

Now that everything was unpacked, Sabina looks up and addresses one of the nurses, "Nice work today. I'll be in my office for a bit if anyone needs me." Sabina smiles and goes to her office, and she starts to fill out the supply sheets so that they would know what they had and where it was.

[Khrys]

Location: Sickbay

"Nice work today. I'll be in my office for a bit if anyone needs me." Khrys looked up from calibrating a medical tricorder, “Thank you ma’am”[/color] Khrys warily got up from her stool and walked over to Dr. Jackson before she went into her office “Do you want all the medical tricorders calibrated this way?” [/color] Khrys had been a nurse long enough to know most Doctors had their own preferences; and some Doctors preferred all tricorders in the medical bay to be set up the same way, that way they could pick up any of them and go to work.

Khrys walked back over to her stool and sat to finish her work, while she usually didn’t mind standing for long periods of time as was expected of most nurses, with only three months left in her long 3yr pregnancy, it was less stress on her joints just to sit. Plus with a belly this huge it made a decent workstation, Khrys chuckled inwardly at the thought.

These drills were a nice break, a good time for the medical staff to restock and update equipment, read up/train on new techniques, or in Khrys’s case, recalibrate medical tricorders. Monotonous, but better then idle hands, and when you have 3 hands, idle doesn’t work…

Location: Sickbay

['Chief' Bob]

Location: Jeffries tube somewhere in the bowels of the ship[/u]

Bob lifted his head up when he heard the comm. chirp, with the pile of parts around him and the fact that he was in a jeffries tube, the acoustics were way off and he didn’t know if it was his comm. or the peon engineers that were with him. “Oh Bob… Care to explain to me why the damn shield generators fused again… You’re killing us up here, ya know…” Bob’s frown was a deep one; it made the peons back up a few steps. He stood up and started making his way through the pile of parts so he didn’t eco, “What the hell do you want me to do? This ship is a…” *crash* Bob slipped on a part and tumbled into the small mountain of ship guts *crunch* says several curses both in Standard and Nerglish *smash* Silence… “…We are working on it sir…” Lying on his back, starring at the ceiling, he swore the ship was out to get him… This piece of junk ship had pulled them out of the craziest situations ever and leave it to a few simulations to cripple it… Bob thought it was bored. But telling the Colonel that wouldn’t fly, power distribution seemed to be becoming a huge problem… Bob really didn’t want to replace the entire EPS grid over the whole ship…

Location: Jeffries tube somewhere in the bowels of the ship[/u]

[nick]

OOC: Joint post between Kael Giral'i and Nick Taylor
Location: Bridge

Nick tapped the frame of his helm console idly as they died... again. The mindless repetition involved in these simulations was wearing thin. He was never much of one for patience. He gave a quick nod as Colonel Grant barked out, “Alright; you people get this place cleaned up and stand down battle drill conditions. We’ll review what happened and go again in 2 hrs; dismissed.”

He hopped up out of his seat and trotted over to the science station where Lt. Giral'i stood reviewing her logs from the last run through.

Kael ignored him, despite being well aware he was standing right behind her.

"I think they've got a good idea," Nick said with a casual nod toward where the Colonel and Security Chief were getting on the lift, "Let's go get a drink."

"I'm busy," Kael curtly replied without taking her eyes off the screen.

He stood there for a moment and then moved over next to her and leaned against the wall, "In case you hadn't noticed, it was a simulation. The logs will still be there in an hour. Go over them later."

"Unlike you, I believe in practice and being proficient at my job. Someday lives might rely upon it."

He reached across her and tapped the console, shutting it off. "And unlike you, I believe that a little rest and relaxation makes me a better helmsman. You can't run yourself into the ground."

She rounded on him with an icy glare, but before she could even respond he took hold of her wrist and pulled her in the direction of the turbolift. "Hey! Let go..." she pulled at her arm but he held her firmly in tow, so she followed him grudgingly.

Crossing her arms in the turbolift she said, "One drink. That's it."

"Is this really about work, or am I really that repulsive a person to you that you refuse to spend any time getting to know me?" Nick asked the question honestly, but there was a sparkle in his eye because he knew perfectly well that she had been avoiding him as much as possible since he came on board the ship. And it only made him that much more determined to get to her.

"I know your type."

"My type, huh? Wow, I didn't take you for the kind of person to resort to stereotyping..."

She finally faced him, "Go ahead and ask what you've been dying to ask me all along."

He raised his eyebrows in feigned confusion. "I'm not sure what you mean." But he did know. "So she's right, she has me pegged,"he thought to himself. This was going to be harder than he expected.

Kael just shook her head, "Typical."

She strode out of the turbolift purposefully and headed for the lounge. Making her way up to the bar she smiled at the tender and he waved her over, "I got something just for you Kael," he rummaged behind the bar and pulled out an unmarked bottle and then fished out a wine glass. Popping open the bottle he poured her a drink and set it down in front of her.

She looked at him with curiosity, "Is this what I think it is?"

The bartender grinned, "If you are thinking that it's Intaro then yes."

Her eyes lit up and she swirled the glass, breathing in the smell of the wine before taking a sip and savoring it. "Where did you get this?"

The bartender gave an embarrassed shrug, trying to downplay it, "Oh you know I managed to find someone who had contact with some Lo'Ami refugees who still make it. Simple trade really..."

Nick rolled his eyes, how could she see through him so easily and yet not this guy? Unbelievable.

She took her glass and found a table for them, giving a nod of greeting to Zek and the Colonel as she passed.

He got himself a drink as well and joined her at the table. "So what's with the wine? Is it special somehow?"

She smiled and lifted the glass so the deep red-orange liquid within caught the light, "Intaro is mulled from mintark and spiced with 'oba. It's a Lo'Ami wine and I have not had any for..." she paused as she considered just how long it had actually been, "many years. Since I was last on Shephelah."

He studied her as she spoke, it was rare he had ever heard he discussing her home. Granted she wasn't in the habit of spending time talking to him, but it was obvious to pretty much everyone that it was a dark subject for her. One that she seemed to prefer to leave well enough alone. He decided perhaps he should change the subject, "Did I ever tell you about the time I spent in Paris?"

She shook her head and he went on, "I don't think I was sober more than six days in the month I spent there..."

He went on to share wild (and wildly exaggerated) stories of his time in France and the storytelling time was punctuated by their laughter. It was definitely a welcome reprieve to the constant failures occurring in their training routines. She may not have wanted to take the time off, but in the end she was glad for the mental break.

Location: Mess Hall

[Herau Vél’Kü é'lyria]

Walked in to the establishment simply for some provisions. Presenting ones self apart from those on this Ttar’Veck(, vessel). The feeling on board wasn’t so different on a Drak Ttar’Veck just less formal on the Cold Harbor. She saw the two cultures almost the same, meaning not her own race.

The corridors and chambers of within were illuminated far bright for her taste. Herau came to a table and seated herself, alone. Looking through the PADDs on the Federation’s science guidelines and advancements. Although her clearance wasn’t exactly worth reviewing the data. She simply came here to find some kind of connection with this crew. In a more of a spiritual and energy link………

Typical of her status as White Coat; she was clothed in a white wool-cashmere long coat. The garment was mid-weight, soft woven blend were the collar is wide lapel-funnel. It wouldn’t be a Terra’Rrénain if it hadn’t equip with a large hood; that covered her entire face. Sensitive to the lights from all others, she was physically and spiritually isolated.

Observance of her surroundings; she saw most of the senior staff indulging in some form or another. The only other Drak or a poor comparison was that small creature Lo’Ami. Had nothing malice towards the Lo’Ami but the years she has been with the Drak. Her demeanor have adapted to the ways. Being Terra’Rrénain she was no different from the humans nor of the Lo’Ami.

A person from the bar had approached her and she acquired the provisions. She ate carefully and slowly; taking each bite and savoring the experience. Different from her prior assignment although the same. Herau did not ignore the slight unique traits of each reality.

In her own nature not of her race; she was a listener. Seated here hearing a varied topics; from serious to humorous. When one stood out from the rest; something that made her anxious. Her body quickly morphed….. the long coat that Herau wore the shoulders started to fill, broadened. The chest started to deflate and firm; the arms and legs got larger. From her once petite stature of 5'9" she grew to 6'2". Her garments adjusted to the changes of her body as it was tailored to that.

‘He’ quickly stood up to approached who he thought. “War Minister.” he said with a deep voice. He had stood on Lady Anu left side; he had pulled down his hood. Exposing his sensitive skin to the light. Discomforted but not fatal his skin redden from irritation; then kneeled to one knee. Were he took both of his hands and touched his eyes, mouth and then lifted his hand with a open palm facing the woman. My Lord. he uttered. He remained in this state till the Lord would speak to relieve his salute. Herau's eyes were entirely covered of a deep jet black. Knowing of An'nux, however, not personally. Nor that she knew of him or even of Herau's kind. Where s/he is the last of the Terra’Rrénains(, the Drak exterminated the Terra’Rrénain species during the invasion.)

Status
+ MET → MET
+ USS Cold Harbor
+ Mess Hall
+ Tag | Anu

[Dr. Sabina Jackson]

Mar 1, 2011 23:59:35 GMT -6 Khrys said:

Location: Sickbay

"Nice work today. I'll be in my office for a bit if anyone needs me." Khrys looked up from calibrating a medical tricorder, “Thank you ma’am”

[/color] Khrys warily got up from her stool and walked over to Dr. Jackson before she went into her office “Do you want all the medical tricorders calibrated this way?” [/color] Khrys had been a nurse long enough to know most Doctors had their own preferences; and some Doctors preferred all tricorders in the medical bay to be set up the same way, that way they could pick up any of them and go to work.

Location: Sickbay[/quote]

Sabina nodded at Khrys, "Yes, that would be helpful. Thanks. Though if you prefer different settings for your own tricorder, that's fine. I know I always have my own 'lucky tricorder' right here." She smiles and pulls it out of the pocket of her coat. She had painted an artistic design on it to identify it as her own. Sabina replaces it in her pocket.

"By the way, how much do you know about virology? I'm working on a little research project, and I need someone to bounce ideas off of." She doesn't mention any more than that. An idea had recently occured to her, related to the Colonel's little "problem". Right now, it was just at the brainstorming stage, and she certainly wasn't about to release classified information.

[Samuel J. Grant]

Location: En-route to the Mess Hall

The turbo lift doors opened to allow entry “Age before beauty…” commented his Security Chief, and Colonel Grant just shook his head and entered the lift “Don’t avian years have ‘multiples’ in human years? You know, like a dog…?” It was almost rhetorical, but enough of a slight jab at Zek’dyn, to make him feel moderately content with himself. As he stepped in, he raised at eyebrow at his engineering chiefs initial response; one thing he had to say about his senior staff, they were all given a little extra rope due to them all being eccentric in their own way. But he had to shake his head when he heard the crashes that cut him off in mid-sentence, and then Bob’s simple, and short, reply. “Thanks Chief.” He replied, closing the link.

As the turbo lift sped off through the shift, Colonel Grant stared at the floor of the lift, in thought. “This ship survived three separate encounters that it probably shouldn’t have, but pulled through each time; now, here we are, and it can’t even stand toe-to-toe with Vorcha Class Battle Cruiser? Even if we’re on the losing end, we should have done better then we have been… I don’t get it…” Grant leaned his head back, then side to side, working to stretch loose the tension in his neck, which was causing the headache he currently had.

Attempting to change the subject, he looked over at Chief Zek’dyn “Well, since the ship doesn’t seem too concerned; how’s things on your end. Your Officers meshing with each other? The veterans and the rookies?” a smile crossed Samuel’s face “Not to mention the Marine detachment; you guys playing nice?” Colonel Grant remembered his time as a simple Security Officer, and how he was always in constant contest with Starfleet Marines; both felt they were the best at doing what they do, and that they other get in their way and were nothing but glory hounds.

The turbo lift doors opened and Colonel Grant and Captain Zek’dyn continued to walk, at a leisurely pace, and talk as they went. A corridor down from the Mess Hall, Grant’s commbadge chirped, with was his Executive Officer Brett Tyler “Colonel Grant? The ‘Drak’ Ambassador, Ann’Knox has arrived. I have brought her to the Mess Hall unless you wanted her else where, sir?” Sam stopped, and rubbed his nose again, “No, Mr. Tyler; that’s just a dandy place for her to be at the moment.”

Samuel’s romantic relationship with the very, very, alien species known as The Drak was no longer a real secrete; everyone on the ship, and in the CRV Command Echelons (what was left of them) knew about it. But, there wasn’t much to be done. CRV Command had struck up a deal with The Drak, the details only known to The Director-General and a few of his close aides, and she’d been assigned as a Drak Ambassador aboard The Cold Harbor. Samuel had deep and serious feelings for her, but he was always confused by them as well; he was sure he loved her, and they’d spent some great times together, but there as always just a little distances between the two. Seeming that Ann didn’t appear to be someone that was anxious to hurry up, settle down and have kids, Samuel never looked into it to much.

With Zek in tow, they continued on through the corridor until they entered The Mess Hall. With practiced ease, Samuel and Zek scanned the room quickly, and had already identified everyone of interest, or threat (threat being a term used loosely at the moment…). Grant caught the bartenders eyes, and pointed at him and his friend, made a hand sign for ‘one each’, and then headed deeper into the bar.

The pair headed over towards Tyler and Ann, and Samuel caught his stomach in his though, and strained, successfully, to keep his ‘body’ in check upon seeing her. Samuel always considered himself professional and a gentlemen, regardless of the situation, but he found that he frequently had trouble keeping himself in check when he was with Ann; especially if it’d been a while since he’d been around her. Yet, with all of their good times, they seemed to have just as many bad times; it was very much a love/hate relationship.

In a sour mood as it were already, he spoke from the uniform in lieu of his heart “Thank you Lieutenant.” He nodded to his XO, then turned to Ann “Ambassador; I hope you are enjoying yourself at our expense again…” a small smirk crossed his lips “It’s good to see you again; how are things?” Captain Zek’dyn and himself took a seat at the table, and when the barkeep dropped of their drinks, each getting their ‘regular’ order, Colonel Grant took a large drag from it; the whiskey burning down his throat and the ice clinking on his teeth.

Location: Mess Hall