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Post by Ahn Lau on Mar 8, 2011 0:18:38 GMT -6
Location: Marine training facilities
For the last hour, Ahn had been leading a class on advanced self defense. Shortly after arriving onboard, she'd found out who was particularly good at various weapons or fighting styles, who was best with mines and grenades, et cetera, and had organized "classes" for the marines to take as part of their daily workouts. She could tell it was making a difference. Already, the marines who led a class were turning into excellent team leaders, and teamwork and general morale had improved greatly. "Alright, who's next to spar with me?" She always ended the class with a sparring session.
Private Dennison raises his hand. Ahn grins. "Alright, choose your weapon." He picks up a wooden practice sword, and she does the same. Dennison and Ahn bow, then circle each other. Ahn calculates any weaknesses in his stance and stays silent- she's not one to jeer her opponent, a tactic that throws off people who aren't used to fighting her. A flicker of confusion crosses Dennison's face and Ahn strikes like a cobra. A few seconds later, he's nursing a bruise on his arm and his wooden sword is on the ground. "Don't ever look confused during a fight." She turns to the group. "Hit the showers. Same time tomorrow, we'll be doing projectile weapons training."
Ahn hands Dennison back the wooden sword. "Better luck next time." She grins. Most modern militaries outside the Klingon Empire had seemingly forgotten how to use melee weapons. For close quarters combat, there was nothing better in her opinion. That's why she was going to make sure her troops could fight with any weapon they could find. The safety of everyone on the ship depended on them, after all.
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Post by Anu Lay'Nah Hathaway on Mar 12, 2011 18:00:21 GMT -6
She simply didn’t understand how that Tyler was able to see her inhibitor. It was a very important component that was made to be concealed…her reaction should have been more toned down. It was just the reason that she was scared…the sensitive matter of what it kept in check worried her. An’u gave a very serious look towards the Doctor.
Upon looking up she saw a man and what appeared to be a large bird like humanoid. She gave an interesting nod towards it…it wasn’t meant to be cheeky (aka rude) or anything just a simple hello meets, ‘Wicked’. She turn to the man that accompanied the humanoid bird as he spoke, “Thank you Lieutenant.” She gave a relieving sigh of thanks to the bloke for getting rid of that bloody Doctor. Cute to look at but annoying to listen to…he was just too curious for his own good. Something about Tyler that was fake but even that along isn’t what the Doctor seems to be. Her attention was more on the bird like creature then anything else…she simply have never seen a life form like that before. She started to wonder that this reality wouldn’t be so boring as she was already putting it to be.
The person along with the bird man spoke to her, “Ambassador; I hope you are enjoying yourself at our expense again…” She gave a sudden response, “Wha?”, 'expense again'? An’u gave a confused nod to the statement…there must be something she missed here. “It’s good to see you again; how are things?” She simply jolted her head back and it took a few seconds then it should for her to understand and respond. “We? Have met before, yeah? Umm…I never have had place me self in your reality.” As she said in her accent of British English…she expressed a respectful nod and tone… a bit timid…very different on how she spoke to Doctor Tyler. Thinking back to what Samuel said, ‘how are things’...it wasn’t meant for her but the one before her, “Ummm yeah, mate. The Ambassador…she’s.” An’u had a bit of a problem saying it… “Mum’s dead.” she said nearly saying DEAD under her breath.
As much as Samuel was hiding how he felt for Ann’Knox…An’u was hiding how she was feeling as well. “I’m Cat’Ty’s… or you knew her as Ann’Knox. I’m her second daughter the youngest of four.” She pondered that whoever this Samuel was must be the father of her half sister. Ann’ had returned back to her old life with someone new…she was with child. Something had stopped her from returning to her Samuel. If wasn’t for that, An’u might not have been born or what events would have never happened.
She hadn’t connected that the bloke was Samuel…all she knew was Samuel is to be trusted there and he’d take care of her. An’u’ naturally knew how Samuel would have reacted, as she was born with all the memories and experiences that of her mother. Although there were some parts An’u didn’t understand yet or were a bit backwards. Like Samuel, she should recognize him but didn’t. She listened to their reaction and responded accordingly…when another bloke came from the rear. “War Minister.” An’u turned her head in surprise seeing another Drak onboard. That was the last person she would have expected on a Starfleet Ttar’Veck. She then started to look around the pub and noticed there was a Lo’Ami there as well. She only pondered…how many more Drak are on board this ship.
When the tall bloke Drak pulled down his hood…An’u was taken aback as the face! Of the bloke wasn’t just any face but of an uncle. She knew there were people in different realities that were doubles of others else where. It was just this face that wasn’t easy to not have the reaction. One thing that got her attention off the shock was the bloke’s skin…it got pink… well a little red. Kinda looked to be burned. The bloke then quickly keeled before her and greeted her in the Royal Ma’Nearain acknowledgment. An’u was familiar with it but she hadn’t practice that as she lived on the 24th century Earth all her life. “My Lord.”
She looked at the bloke then to Captain Zek and Samuel, “Look lads. I’m not who you think I am. I’m not a Lord nor that I am the Dead Court War Minister. I have no rank and I’m known to the Drak as the Battle Brand.” Any Drak would know what that is…it was something that was scary and also unclear. The USS Imperium have had an encounter of one these before name Tra'Shydaa Mahck…it was the same thing that removed Ann’Knox from the Director-General’s vessel. An’u was the replacement of the former Tra'Shydaa Mahck…the Battle Brand are the true ambassador’s of the Drak as they had no rank or association of any Clan. They represented the Drak Empire as a whole…where Ann’Knox wasn’t and came as a false ambassador.
“I’m sorry. This is the first a Drak ambassador has willingly came to you. I’m here in behalf of the new ruling body of the Dead Court…to enforce the new policies set before us. Lads, can you please tell me sir…” As she turned to Captain Zek…thinking his the one in charge as it gave thing presents by his size. “I am here to discuss terms.” An’u was requested to address the situation in respect of her mother. An’u served like an unofficial messenger of her mother…were if the Drak had business in this reality they wouldn’t waste time telling those that existed here of them.
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Post by Earon Jessica Benson-Two Dawn on Mar 13, 2011 23:14:06 GMT -6
The Starbase had sent the classified coordinates to the Two Dawns. Like Grabfoot…Earon wanted the best for their only daughter. As protective parents as they were they couldn’t let their Katrina go so soon. They had been use to seeing their girl serve on starship that it were easy to keep in contact with. Earon wasn’t this naive girl anymore…the adventures that she had with her beloved Grabfoot made her all that wiser. She knew the CRV wasn’t like any other Starfleet operations but dangerous cowboy’s in space. It wasn’t something she wanted their kid being alone…their daughter may feel different but try saying that to her father.
In the cabin of the Runabout Earon was at work learning about the USS Cold Harbor. Typically she would be excited to be on any vintage starship…but there was one thing she quoted from Montgomery Scott when she saw the Excelsior Class, ‘Rust bucket’. The ship was the great experiment but it didn’t end up being that great to her opinion. Now the vessel was old but yet not…it was in a point between old and new.
“You two need to eat. Its going to be a while before we are going to meet with our new home.” She said in a motherly way of, ‘you need to do it, now’….course she herself forgot to eat as well. As work tends to make time fly and make you forget the simple things. Grabfoot, sweetie? I hope you informed the captain of the starship that our girl we are a package deal? There was a likely hood that Grabfoot forgot or that he did so on purpose…as he and the Colonel Grant didn’t see eye to eye. For what reasons that Earon had no idea…she never asked and Grabfoot never really said. It was fine and she completely trust her husband….and it wasn’t her business as it was before they had met.
Tell your daughter that she needs to be ready when she reports to her new CO! Course their little girl was always professional…it was more that mother, Earon…needed to nag. There was a beep on one of the consoles…reported an odd object a few clicks from their position. Maybe a ship? But too small…no federation starships in the area but should be the Cold Harbor and one other. But this was much closer…
I know you want to see this but me and your father don’t want to. Curiosity killed the cat… Earon said this without thinking as meant no pun by it but simply...and likely Grabfoot wanted to see what it was knowing him. Whatever it is they were not ready to go up against anything especially something unknown. As explorers it was a duty but not like how they were…family Robinson they were not.
Earon recorded the readings for later examine…Okay did some readings….we really should stop following what that is. Grabfoot!
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Post by Grabfoot Of~Two Dawns on Mar 14, 2011 12:41:45 GMT -6
"They want us to go where?!" was his reaction when he glanced over his wife's shoulder, at the screen that she had read the orders from Starfleet Command, both for him and his daughter's next ship assignment. His tail and whiskers twitched in annoyance as he realized he would again be in contact with Colonel Samuel Grant, the Cold Harbor's head man. There daughter's reaction was a bit more positive. She practically jumped for joy, with her small tail in a curl and a smile on her lips "Oh, dad. It won't be that bad. You shouldn't get your tail twisted over it." She said, trying to lighten his mood. Grab foot only grunted a response In the cabin of their runabout, he was again looking over his wife shoulder, as she learned about the ship known as the Cold Harbor. He saw that it's an Excelsior class vessel and looked rather small to him. Perhaps he is used to his Terrasect class ship that he was in command of before his retirement as Captain, thus the sight of the Cold Harbor didn't spark any feelings of confidence "That ship looks as if it could be sitting in a museum." he commented into his wife's ear as he kissed the side of her neck affectionately Thoughts of hunger began to filter into his mind just as his Earon commented that he and Jessica needed to eat something. He was starting to turn away from the screen then turned back to comment when Earon commented further, asking him if he informed the new captain that he, Earon and Jessica were a package deal "Fleet Command knows this, so the Colonel should as well. If he doesn't then he will find out when we board. I am sure he will be as pleased to see me again as I am of him." He took a look at his wife curiosity that was on her lovely face, and added "but that is of the past. He and I should be starting a new path, one that we should be working together on, not pulling each other's tail." Jessica chimed in as her mother told her dad that he should inform her that she needs to be ready to meet with her new CO "Mother, I have been ready for the last couple days now. Dad has told me what our new CO is like so I am prepared. You should come and eat too." She commented, then heard sensor beeping coming from the controls at her mother's fingertips. She came up, curious. "What's that flying by so fast? Can't be a comet but by the looks of it, could be heading toward the Cold Harbor.." She cut off as her mother said that she and dad didn't want to see it so she shrugged and went back to find something to eat Grab foot's tail spiraled as his wife commented that Curiosity killed the cat. That metaphor had always amused him, and annoyed him at the same time, depending on the person saying it, but mostly amused him. "Curiosity may have killed the terran feline but I am still alive.." He commented with amusement as Earon took readings. He then reached over to engage the auto-pilot, then grabbed his wife for a quick feel, eliciting a surprised "Grab foot!" from her. He then picked her up into his arms "Speaking of eating, my darling, you should eat as well. You know it's not good to go along time without.."
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Post by Kael Giral'i on Mar 19, 2011 21:38:33 GMT -6
Location: Mess Hall
Kael had been so engaged in Nick's storytelling that she had not been paying as much attention to her surroundings as she should have. She could still hear all the things going on around her, but she had learned over time that humans were unsettled by someone who was as observant and perceptive as the Lo'Ami, so she had trained herself to ignore it when she was relaxing. Something managed to get through to her though when she heard a male voice addressing someone as War Minister...
She turned quickly to see the Ma'Nearain kneeling in front of someone she did not know, but could recognize as Drak. Kael faced Nick again and downed her drink, then stood and gave a curt head dip to him, "If you'll excuse me, I think it has gotten a bit crowded in here."
Once she had gotten out of the mess, she stopped and leaned back against the wall in the corridor just outside the door, ignoring the odd looks from passing crew members. No matter how many years pass, she still felt like she was suffocating when she had to deal nicely with the Drak.
Location: Corridor outside the Mess Hall
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Post by Anu Lay'Nah Hathaway on Mar 22, 2011 9:09:22 GMT -6
An’u had something to give Samuel but she didn’t want to pass it to him. It was selfish of her to think it but she held close to it. Giving no ideas that Ann’Knox had a message for her Samuel. It was a holographic program that contained a response program if Samuel had questions. An’u was curious of this and wanted to see them before he did...
Her attention shifted as the small Lo’Ami quickly left the Pub. An’u didn’t get to see her clearly but enough to ask, “Bloody, how many refugees were you able to save? Or is she just the one...Lo’Ami on board, yeah?” She said in a way that she truly cared about their being. “What’s her name? Is she Pre or Post Upheaval? By the looks of her I con’t say what caste she's from. But my guess is tha she’s from the Mayim Cast.” An’u, her attention almost moved away from her addressing her reasons for being there for Kael. “The Lo’Ami people. They are a rare sight out side of their world or from the Drak Empire. Most are slaves and it sadness me…” An’u clearly showed her sadness of what the Lo’Ami had gone through both in their own history and the Drak occupation of Shephelah. Her mother’s people were very cruel to the Lo’Ami…even if she wasn’t apart of that. An’u felt she needed to make up for the pain it had caused the Lo’Ami. “If only it was possible, Shephelah was a beautiful world…” She spoke of it as if the planet was no longer there.
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Post by Samuel J. Grant on Apr 3, 2011 10:10:58 GMT -6
Location: Mess Hall
As the warming liquid turned the contents of his stomach, and the warmth spread out through his limbs, he only now noticed how actually ‘young’ The Ambassador looked; it was by no means the liquor that made him think that, however. The Drak, a species that deserved the slang ‘alien’ more then any race The Federation had yet known, had many abilities that made very little sense, or understood; as they actually came from a different ‘reality’. Samuel wouldn’t put it past them to be able to control how old, or young (in this case) their physical bodies could appear. But, again, he didn’t pay much attention to it; not initially anyway.
“We? Have met before, yeah? Umm…I never have had place me self in your reality.” Colonel Grant raised an eyebrow, placing his drink down on the table. “Ann, my head already is killing me today; can we not play these games now…” he let out an audible sigh as he finished the word ‘now’, and leaned back in his chair to study ‘Ann’. Now, however, Grant started to get the feeling this wasn’t ‘his Ann’, something just didn’t feel right. “Ummm yeah, mate. The Ambassador…she’s.” As much as his training and experience already alerted him to where this ‘being’ was going with her commentary, he still wasn’t fully prepared to hear the words “Mum’s dead.” If the initial shock of being told a ‘loved one’ was deceased wasn’t enough, she’d used the term ‘mum’; and old terminology used by ‘Europeans’ back on Earth.
Okay, now his head did hurt... But, it just kept getting worse “I’m Cat’Ty’s… or you knew her as Ann’Knox. I’m her second daughter the youngest of four.” Colonel Grant slammed back the rest of his drink, and tapped the glass for a refill. But even before his glass was refilled, Samuel found himself laughing; a mixture of an uncomfortable giggle and a frustrated gaff. “Knowing Ann, she’d likely die just to make me uncomfortable and then mention children to ensure my death…” he shook his head, still not sure if he believed for a moment that ‘Ann’ was dead, or if she could even be killed; a luxury he didn’t have. But, he had a lot of faith in Humanity, and in Ann’s resilience; even if only to make his life miserable for her benefit. Yet, all that being said, a haunting voice echoed in the back of his mind, that of “does that make me a father…? Your father…?”... But she'd also said the second of four... how long were their pregnancies; it'd been less then 6 months since their last meeting, and he had no idea she'd have any childeren at all... let alone four... Maybe time moved faster in The Drak's reality... regardless, he couldn’t ask that now, and needed to regain the initiative in the conversation.
“Um… Well, I’m close to being speechless… But, I once ‘killed’ (a term used loosely) a Drak, couple years back. Believe it was Ann’s sister, Kaytee, was it…?” He remembered the battle, and shuddered inwardly. Only his tactical knowledge of how NOT to use a standard handphaser had save his life and took hers in that corridor. “You’d think being vaporized to nothingness would be enough to kill something; but then again, most have never have fought a Drak before.” He shook his head “I’ll believe she’s dead when her ghost shows up and shouts in my ear; she’s a tough ol…” he paused, catching himself “ol’ girl…” and left it at that. “Well then,” he worked to keep his composure “my name’s Colonel Samuel Grant; commanding officer of The Cold Harbor. Granted, you look very much like Ann, save a few years younger, you’re obviously not; so…” he hesitated, and that smirk crossed his face “who are you and why are you aboard my ship?” He anchored it with a humorous tone, and the smirk was there. He hadn’t received any orders about a new Drak Ambassador, or even an ‘old’ one; his contact with CRV Command had been limited lately. The last orders he’d received was that Ann had returned to The Drak ‘reality’, and that The Cold Harbor was to maintain it’s readiness drills and re-equipping for the time being.
As ‘this Drak’ went on, Colonel Grant was focused on the business at hand, and all personal issues were placed in a compartment in the back of his mind; he’d deal with those later. But, it was the last statement that shocked him again (a feeling he hated, yet had gotten 3 times in the last few minutes…) “I’m here to discuss terms…” Colonel Grant and Captain Zek’dyn looked at each other, both confused and dumbfounded at the same time. “Terms…?” another pause “You’re surrendering? Hell, I didn’t even know we were at war… What the hell did we miss these past few weeks…?” This was a half truth, however, as Colonel Grant had received several reports of open hostilities between several known races and other ‘questionable circumstances’; things were getting ‘hot out there’.
Location: Mess Hall
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Post by Anu Lay'Nah Hathaway on Apr 4, 2011 5:11:27 GMT -6
OOC: So that you know…Mr. Grant, I laughed at your post for a hour or so…you can ask Kenny boy aka GrabFoot…LOL Mini Prologue: ”When you see one…you run. When you see the horde…your gone. Ten hours prior from An’u arriving on the USS Cold Harbor… In the brig of the “War Omen’Delradrien, Nos’Drahteckca class, Rash’Mahck from the Ra Cos’sa De’Osha Alliance” a former Drak sub-empire. An’u sat on the cold floor of her cell…meditating. She was able to disable the Confinement Column that would have had held her a few meters off the ground…keeping her motionless. If she was to be detained it would be under her own terms…plus it wasn’t like she could get out of the brig. Pondering that a Lord’s Bio-amour would come in handy just about now...she would be already wondering the tri-corridors of the vessel. “Stupid politics”, she said while eyes close in her cross legs seated position. Just beyond the door there was a Black Coat guarding her. “Yeah? Lad, I think it would be lovely if you could let me out of here?”, she said curtly. Course the man ignored her or it looked like as if he had. He did hear her say things as he gave a sigh and nods, no. “Come on mate?! Don’t be a tosser man…at least say something, its just us here. I’m bored. How about turning down the heat?” An’u rambled to keep the man distracted so she can lower the intensity of her inhibitor. She began lowering her meditation to let the feelings of being confined bother her. Aside from the heat the fear being closed in started to get her to panic. An’u showed it with her trembling and sweat pouring out of her pores. The male Black Coat seemed to be reacting much differently as she was. He started to walk erratically…walking back in forth in front of her cell. “You want to get out as much as I do, yeah? Then open the door and walk out.” She said with a crackle in her tone. The bloke yelled out at her, “Shut up! Shut up!” He started to hit the bulkheads with his hands and head, “Get out of my mind, witch!” “Well. Now the wah…waas blo…ody ha.. harsh…” An’u started to tremble, “You feel it yeah? The wo…walls are closing in, yeah? You want to get out…just fire your weapon on the paw..po…wer dis…trib.. shh…tion conduit. You know yo…you want to, yeah?” An’u fell to her side now in a fetal position still trembling. As the bloke ran and rammed himself in to the console…shaking and sweating just like An’u. He fell backwards on his back and crawled backwards just next to the opening of the cell. They both were on the floor shaking and sweating feeling…seeing the fucking walls on top of them. “Yeah, maate?! Just sodding doo..it” The guard pulled out his weapon…it tremble along with his arms as they vibrated. Firing the said place the power overloaded and blown out the out side of the brig and conjoining cells from within. When the fields faild An’u quickly composed her self…picked her self off the ground. Found her weapons and walked out of the brig to only be stopped by Lord Vay’Lor. Still trembling she rolled her eyes and gestured to dropped her weapons on the floor. She was out numbered but instead she activated a beacon…not long the Ttar’Veck was struck by a massive force. They all were on the ground…she could hear the lord yell out, “Report!” Over the comm. the Command Deck reported that they were under attack. Even in phase cloak the weapons that had fired on the vessel she was on were hitting them. Outside only a few light years from the Romulan planet Remus. Two Drak vessels were openly firing on one another…ignoring the warbirds that were sent to investigate. The Romulan ships weapons passed through the Drak Ttar’Vecks as if firing on phantoms. An’u lifted her self off the floor…she found it oddly easy. Finding ones self no longer on the captive’s vessel but on the ship other Drak Ttar’Veck. “Didn’t I tell you to stay out of trouble, girl!” A familiar voice rang in her ears, “Mum.” “Don’t fucking mum me! We just got here and you already asking for help. Your father was right! Shouldn’t have let you come…I was better doing it my self.” While Ann’Knox walked to her seat on her Command Deck. “No, dad is just worried. Mum.” An’u said in a way to not look like she was giving attitude…even if her body was. “Oy, I might be distracted but I’m not blind, daughter…you would never do that in front of your father.” Ann’ whispered to An’u not to bring the attention of the Command Deck’s staff. “John may not understand but you’re my only daughter and you have responsibilities. You one day will understand me…” Ann’ then uttered under her breath, ‘Plus, I wouldn’t know what to say to Samuel. Hi, three thousand years later…hey what kicking babe.’ An’u gave a horrified sarcastic look at her mum’s act of talking to her self…while destroying a Ro Cos’sa Ttar’Veck. “Old people!”, An’u said. Ann’ didn’t hear her daughter just handed her a small sphere. “Okay, love. Go take this hologram give it to Samuel. Remember what we talked about? He will protect you and go take one of the Splinters…the Gunship will find him. I placed a tracking chemical inside Samuel…” An’u just held up her hands and covered her ears as she ran off to the Fighter Bay, “Ohhh, mmum! Ew! Stop. A chem...don’t wanna know…” She left her mum trying not to imagine how this chemical was place in Samuel... Back to current time… In the Mess Hall of the USS Cold Harbor…An’u found it strange that the bird creature didn’t speak but the other man. She found the bloke whom she would later know as, ‘Samuel’ that her mum would mention…but not talk much about. Was a strange fellow and for the life of her didn’t understand what her mum saw in this bloke. An’u didn’t see her father in this person at all to compare how her mum’s taste was like. Her mother was truly unknown to her…which is why she was a daddy’s girl. Her attention was brought back to ‘Samuel’ after noticing he seemed too distracted to catch her intrigue about they’re Lo’Ami. Likely the Starfleet wouldn’t know much about the Lo’Ami anyhow. An’u gave a sigh at the thought of the small rare Lo’Ami that had scampered off. It was a pity she couldn’t see and observed how they were outside of the confines of the Lo’Ami reservation. Well it seemed they both were to caught up with themselves…as the bloke, Samuel added. “Um… Well, I’m close to being speechless… But, I once ‘killed’ (a term used loosely) a Drak, couple years back. Believe it was Ann’s sister, Kaytee, was it…?” “Kate?!” An’u simply gave an, ‘hhuh?’ expression…she added under her breath in a ramble but hearable way. “Shat. God…she got around…shagging slut. Not sister at all, mate… just metaphorically, wait more like cousin...a distant one.” An’u really was confused why on any place that her mum or let alone Kate would come here?! You see any reality such as this, you saw it all. Probably why the FACTIONS picked this place…as nothing would be missed…at least to the views of most Drak. Typically An’u, can see ...what were labeled as mundane are special, just not at the moment. An’u mirrored much of how Samuel was reacting to her and shared some in return of the same smirks mix with trauma. If you were an on looking to the two of them it was like looking at a reflection. Father like daughter or even perhaps more the intimate but yet awkward interaction of Samuel and Ann’. “You’d think being vaporized to nothingness would be enough to kill something; but then again, most have never have fought a Drak before.” An’u just looked at the ‘Samuel’ knowing that any human fighting the likes of Kate. Kate would be likely be toying with him and giving an impression of winning. Kate is like a cat…she’d shag anything that would move or even hit at her. She likes to play with her food in another words her lovers. Course An’u didn’t say that any of that to the bloke…just pondered it as it was a harsh truth. Kate was the last person she wanted to think about and the last person...if person was the right term… “Yeah mate. Handphaser sort of gives an annoying rashes is all.” Not sure why she said that it was more of an awkward response to a question that had no answer. There were many deep layers to what Drak’s that couldn’t be explained with out experiencing it your self. Where An’u would not disappoint too and add more to the already foggy morning. “I’ll believe she’s dead when her ghost shows up and shouts in my ear; she’s a tough ol…” An’u pondered, ‘I can arrange that’. His statement bothered her…as oddly this bloke seemed to know her mum more then she did. “ol’ girl…”“Well then, my name’s Colonel Samuel Grant; commanding officer of The Cold Harbor. Granted, you look very much like Ann, save a few years younger, you’re obviously not; so…” She really was starting to not like this man at all. She was trained to hold her emotions and importantly the inhibitor helped for the most part. Without it she would have been clearly angry that this bloke implied she lying about the death of her mum, even if was. Under her breath, “Wait… your he?” As she finally got that the bloke is Samuel…between then to now; subconsciously responding not knowing it was he. “Who are you and why are you aboard my ship?” “An’u Lay’Nah Hathaway, which you can verify my DNA with your scientist. That I’m a Ma’Nearain Human hybrid… She paused to return the playful smirk, “I’m here to address the dead wishes of a woman…whom is my mum. To my sister’s father and a blood promise…” A fluke of a tear escapes down her cheek…not for the death of her mother but the promise she made with her. Frustration was something she had not able to master…she was not like her father. Who was able to learn and grow from the teachings he had. An’u looked up to him to be just like him but it seemed she was more like her mother. Honor is what the Hathaway name was and what her father taught her. It didn’t matter with the underlining HATE she carried under her child face…which her true feeling were suppressed by that inhibitor. “I’m here to discuss terms…” “Terms…? You’re surrendering? Hell, I didn’t even know we were at war… What the hell did we miss these past few weeks…?”, Samuel said. She snapped at the assumption of surrender…course added a smirk to lighten it with a faint sarcasm. “Terms of YOUR assistance.” An’u did not know to wait or say exactly why she was here. An’u was all about business as well and quickly getting it started or done with. Quick tactics and strikes as her parents are she was as well. An’u had looked about the room…looked at the man now she knows as Samuel, the bird creature and not to forget the Drak person that greeted her. She briefly turned to Herau to incorporate him in the conversation. As he was Drak and by order he is to follow her as much as Herau is to also follow the human Colonel. “I don’t know how long you have been on board the Cold Harbor Ttar’Veck. A lot has happened…”An’u sometimes forget that likely the Drak personnel comes from another place in time aside from a different reality. Which what she was about to say…might haven’t had happen for Herau yet. It was common that some Draks existed on many different timelines and realities in their lifetime. Which would also give the appearance that they don’t age or they look older then last you saw upon them. Turning back at the two men, “How you say it. ‘In a nuts shell’ The Drak Empire is in a battle struggle for power and has spilled out in your back yard, mate.” An’u could share more details but it would likely loose her listeners. Only she and the other Drak would know what she’d be talking about. Next she had a hard time to expressing her Mum’s message to Samuel but found a blunt way of putting it, “This is Mum’s gift to you.” Which was An’u helping what Samuel loved so much to protect…to die for. To keep the freedom and the liberties that the Federation and the CRV was created to protect.
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Khrys
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Post by Khrys on Apr 13, 2011 8:34:41 GMT -6
Location: Sickbay[/u][/color]
"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."[/color] Khrys nodded and smiled, “Every Doctor has their own preferences, and some I have worked with are very picky about all the medical tricorders, not only in Sickbay but all over the ship and shuttles, being all there preferred settings.” It had caused some efficacy issues with some of the nurses and away team medics, and when Khrys brought up that fact to the Doctor it wasn’t taken very well, so after a verbal warning about hierarchy in the medical bay, Khrys just made a note in her log and did what he asked, let him take responsibility for consequences due to seconds lost. "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." [/color] The question took Khrys off guard, ever since she found out about her loved ones deaths on the Bellemount she had been keeping mostly to herself, her own thoughts occupied most of her time while she wasn’t working, these ‘simulations’ had given a lot of down time in Sickbay and Khrys mentally kicked herself for being distracted and mentally digressing once again… She disguised her pause as ‘thinking’ about the Doctors question. “I haven’t dealt much with humanoid viruses other then treating the patient under the Doctors direction, but I did some study with my Mother on Batazed when I was a lot younger then I am now, she was a Botanist and worked a lot with plant virology. Not sure if that will help or not ma’am, but I would be glad to help in any way I can.” Actually Khrys would love the distraction.
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Post by nick on Apr 17, 2011 20:55:23 GMT -6
Location: Mess Hall
Everything seemed to be going so well for a while. Nick thought there was a glimmer of hope, for the first time Lt. Giral'i seemed to be responding positively to him. They were laughing, talking, generally bonding and then all of a sudden the atmosphere changed.
Nick watched in complete shock as Kael threw back her glass of wine and hurriedly excused herself. It all happened so fast he couldn't even get a word in before she bolted.
He toyed with his glass and looked across the room in the direction of the Colonel's table. There was a woman there he did not know who seemed to be in conversation with the Colonel. Right before she had run out Kael had looked in their direction. Something about this stranger seemed to have spooked her.
"Just when things were beginning to go in the right direction," he muttered to himself before following Kael's example and downing the remainder of his own drink.
He stood and made his way between the tables toward the exit. He flashed one of his lopsided grins at Zek and gave him a casual, almost joking, salute as he passed by their table. As he walked by the woman sitting there he tried to discreetly give her the once over. If she could run Kael out so quickly he was very curious to know who or what she is. But the woman was in conversation with the Colonel and Nick had no reason or right to interrupt so he kept walking.
As he left the Mess he was surprised to find Kael standing outside in the corridor. She was leaning against the wall and her eyes were closed. There was a troubled look on her face and her usually pale complexion had a dark silver tint to it. Nick lightly touched her arm to get her attention, "Lieutenant? Are you ok?"
Location: Corridor outside the Mess Hall
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Post by Miranda P. Shaw | DragonflyMod on Apr 18, 2011 11:23:50 GMT -6
Status – Joint post with Dr. Tyler and Lieutenant Colonel Presscott-Shaw “Thank you Lieutenant.” Dr. Tyler nodded to the arrogant Colonel leaving him to his as equally awful girlfriend. Just at the entrance to the Mess Hall his combadge called him to Sickbay. He had not considered who that was, just proceeded to the infirmary. Waiting for the turbo lift to arrive; he hummed a tune to pass the short time. The lift stopped and the door slid open. To his surprise the Miranda Presscott was inside the turbo lift. “ Let me guess you were the one that called me?” While Dr. Tyler walked in to the small compartment, “ ‘The Institute’ couldn’t simply wait? My plans are in to effect. The ‘Drak’ Ambassador just arrived and what you’re here to aid me?” “ You messed up. Branson was a loose cannon but you still went ahead and sent him instead of I. ‘The Institute’ was hasty to send you to clean up the mess. What was it? Deleted his existence and arrive as nothing had happen. Colonel Grant isn’t stupid; or at the very least he should have already knocked you on your arse by now.” Miranda chuckled inwardly. “ I’m not here to aid you but to replace you!” “ Wait a minute!” Dr. Tyler said to only be stopped by the Lieutenant Colonel. “ Look. You’re a doctor but your not a solider. You may be enhanced but you do not think like me nor even how Branson was. Granted he was insane but his methods were clean and simple. We need that to get our mission completed. The CRV is the ‘The Institute’s cover and we can not let it fail like Section 31. These boys may think the CRV is the universe’s police to keep everything in check. What little they know they are focusing on the wrong people. The Ambassador is another problem; this Ann’Knox is another cover story to what she really is. Do you hear the rumors?” Brett nods, “ They were always here……” “ But nothing like this! The Drak are openly around us don’t you see that! Don’t you see that your damn methods are slow! Befriending the bitch won’t get you any where. We need to bring the fight to Ann’Knox. Understanding her is pointless we know why they are here. To enslave the Federation to tear down the freedom that our Starfleet have built.” Dr. Tyler halted the turbo lift, “ I hear you but do you understand if we provoke her it will just bring us to our knees. Are you aware that the commander of this ship. This Colonel Grant that you went to the academy with; is Ann’Knox’s lover?! ” Miranda stepped back and found that to be wrong but then thought that Ann’Knox must have been a redhead and Sam isn’t exactly thinking with his head. “ Let me guess this Ann’Knox is a redhead?” “ What? No! She’s blonde, I think…. Or she was. She has black hair now. Well the reports I read never said she had red hair. Wait look, Miranda. We need to work together and just try it my way. It maybe slower but its the right way and the best way. The projections I have calculated will give us a chance then an open war between the Drak. Its better to use the Colonel’s relationship with the Drak to find a less bloody resolution. I know she killed your husband. Yes, I know about that Miranda and your not exactly right for this job.” She looked at Dr. Tyler with eyes that could kill and she moved her head from side to side. “ That was years ago! She killed him in cold blood but Ann’Knox…….” The Lieutenant Colonel made clear, “ I’m not here to kill her, not that she would die. Nor I’m here for revenge; I maybe human but I’m not stupid. The CRV fleet is crippled; with the remaining starships they have left. ‘The Institute’ may supply them with new vessels and I’m here to reevaluate the situation. So you can’t be here!” She pushed him back; while Dr. Tyler tends to be in people’s personal space. “ Turbo lift continue.” ‘Brett’ tilts his head and picks up the Lieutenant Colonel's duffel bag. The doors open to Deck 7 and they walk down the corridor to Sickbay. The two bicker like a married couple as they entered the infirmary. Dr. Tyler gestured that he has this under control to whom ever that saw them enter. Miranda looks at them and shakes her head, “ You are not going to do my physical.” “ I’m a Doctor!” Miranda walks in to a room, “ A Doctor for crazy people.” She walks to the Biobed as Dr. Tyler walk to the console. Miranda picks a pair of gloves that cover her arms and upper torso. She looked for something sharp to only find a device that had a cone shape at the end. ‘Brett’ turns around with a medical tricorder, “ What are you doing?” “ Say goodnight!” Miranda smiles and lunges forward stabbing Tyler with the medical cone device. Not knowing what it does, she pressed the device to activate. Figured if it was design to repair, it could damage something that doesn’t need to be healed. Once Miranda got ‘Brett’ on the ground; she quickly walked to the opening of the room. Making sure no one was there, if anything there one or two a meter or so away. She pulls of the gloves and unzips her uniform. Throws both at Brett Tyler’s body, along with any other evidence. She quickly puts on a medical gown, as if she were to undergo a physical. She takes another quick peek to see if anyone was coming. From her duffel bag Miranda pulled out a small transporter device and slaps that on to Dr. Tyler. It took a few seconds for the unit to activate, meanwhile she gave a heavy sigh. Thinking that everything were in order, Tyler was still alive and he hand grabbed to Miranda’s leg. She quickly kicked at him and watched him dematerialized off the Cold Harbor. The ship’s internal sensors were disabled at the time, undergoing a level two diagnostic. “ Finally!” If anyone had came to the room one would only find Miranda alone. She would be dressed in a medical gown and a PADD on hand. Some where between Dr. Tyler’s disappearance a piece of ‘paper’ was left on Dr. Jackson's desk. It was written in black ink and had blood prints on it. It read, “ I still remember how soft your skin was, Love Branson”. Post location records - Location Start – Deck 32, Main Shuttlebay Location Mid – Decks 32 – 7, Turbo Lift Location Start – Deck 10, Mess Hall Location Mid – Decks 10 – 7, Turbo Lift Location End – Deck 7, Main Sickbay.
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Post by Earon Jessica Benson-Two Dawn on Apr 26, 2011 3:27:01 GMT -6
After hitting Grabfoot’s hand Earon had her meal with her family…not soon after they had boarded the USS Cold Harbor. From the shuttle she had her duffel bag put on her back and picked up her crutches and walk on out of their Private Shuttle. The ship wasn’t out of the ornery nor had anything special to it. She was used to new or experimental vessels but it was something she’d had to let go for the love of her only child.
Their quarters were set for them and a separate room for their daughter…course with objections of Grabfoot but Earon was able to get him to agree. They settled in and walked on to the rest of the starship…before heading to Sickbay to be cleared for duty. Grabfoot and Earon went to the Mess Hall since they’re civilians but their daughter, Jessica. Would likely be more to go there soon but it wouldn’t have hurt to see bit of the ship.
As they walked towards the entrance…Earon greeted a human male (, Taylor) and an alien as close to her height. The pal metallic alien (, Kael) seemed to be distracted or even maybe upset. So she didn’t push her greetings more then just a nod. Right behind her was Grabfoot following her in…she didn’t know were Jessica had ran off to. Ether ahead of them already in the Mess Hall or in Sickbay.
The personnel of Could Harbor were slightly different from the other starships she has met. They’re uniforms were slightly off and some extremely had unusual uniforms. Grabfoot seem to know a few of the people there…mostly of two…a man and a woman. Earon assumed it was this Grant person that her husband worked aboard the USS Terrasect and a young lady.
She felt a little bothered as Grabfoot had looked at her in THAT way. She knows her husband loves her but still the look he gave that young lady bothered her. Also assuming it was this Ann’Knox creature…she looked human but her attire was very not Starfleet or anything she had saw before.
They were also surrounded by two other men…a bird alien and another human. Or at least looked human but never know are in actual are a different species. She left the rest to Grabfoot…to ether introduce themselves or what.
~Earon Benson of Two Dawns
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Post by Grabfoot Of~Two Dawns on Apr 29, 2011 2:36:58 GMT -6
Grab foot carried his wife in to dine with him and their daughter Jessica. Afterwards Jessica decided to nap and Grab foot shared a few intimate moments with his wife before they finally arrived at the Cold Harbor. As he walked out with his wife and daughter, he looked around, thinking it looked rather dull and drab, somewhat like the commanding officer of this vessel, at least from what he remembers of him
Grab foot grumbled when he found out that Jessica would have separate quarters, but Jessica reassured him that she'll be fine, plus it would give her parents more time to themselves if they desired it. Jessica contacted the bridge, spoke to the Conn officer, announcing her arrival, her intended position as Operations Officer and she would be available should the Colonel or the First officer wanted to see her. She then informed her parents that she would meet them in the mess hall while she went to get certified for duty, in sickbay
Grab foot walked with his wife to the mess hall, but slightly behind her. Before entering the mess hall, he spotted a female leaning against the wall, not looking very happy, with a male with her, looking a bit concerned for her. He greeted them with a slight nod before following his wife inside
He noticed the group of people over by one of the tables, letting the different scents caress his nostrils. He recognized one of the males as his old Commanding Officer, Colonel Grant. His whiskers and tail twitched a bit, having mixed feelings about seeing him again. His eyes then fell on the female beside Grant, Ann. He looked at her fondly but them something seemed.. off. She looked like Ann but she didn't smell like Ann. He could smell that she is a part of Ann, but what surprised him is that she didn't smell Grant mixed in with the Ann-looking female
He also took note of the other males with Grant and Ann female, one is human-ish and the other having a pair of wings on his back. They seem to be deep in conversation. He leaned down to softly speak to his wife, Earon "Quite the variety of race here. The Colonel looks engaged. Perhaps we can speak with him a little later. Would you like something to drink or eat, love?"
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