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1. [Capricorn] Meeting Miaren in Medical
From: "xagnut_wod" <xagnut@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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2. [Capricorn] Mentioning Missing at the Meeting
From: "xagnut_wod" <xagnut@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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3. [DL-J] Credit Where Credit Is Due
From: trissana@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
4. [DL-W] New Perspective
From: "Arlene" <wondermom@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Message: 1
Date: Sun, 08 Aug 2004 16:00:05 -0000
From: "xagnut_wod" <xagnut@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [Capricorn] Meeting Miaren in Medical
[TAG- OPEN tag to all crew and personnel- Come and sign up for your
physical!]
BD 11 - 1100 hours
A'kora exited the turbo lift, her mouth set in a small frown. Her
medical records were up to date, as with all transferring personnel
she had just undergone a complete check up before departing her last
duty station. It was illogical to repeat the process, but long ago
she had found it much easier to just submit to these whimsical
pronouncements by Commanding Officers.
In times past she had ignored such decrees, voicing the logical
reasons why when asked. A'kora believed that many Vulcans amused
themselves in such a fashion. When you could meditate and discover if
your body had any ills much more thoroughly it seemed illogical to
have a doctor confirm what you already knew. It was more efficient,
however, to simply let the humans have their way and return to
important matters. Yet so many Vulcans balked at this sort of thing
that A'kora knew it had to have some motive beyond logic. Her bet was
on amusing themselves with logic debates and frustrating Ship's
Doctors.
At another time, with a crew she knew better, A'kora would certainly
have indulged in a week or more of "dodge the doctor" but she wanted
to focus on her duties first.
And so A'kora entered into the Sick Bay at 1100 hours and sought out
the Ship's Doctor.
"Leiutenant Commander A'kora, reporting for medical checkup as ordered
by the Ship's Captain." She gave Miaren a salute.
"My medical records." A'kora held out a data crystal after the Doctor
had returned her greeting. "My recent arrival may have prevented your
systems from containing the latest updates of my records."
OOC
Tag Miaren
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Message: 2
Date: Sun, 08 Aug 2004 15:59:20 -0000
From: "xagnut_wod" <xagnut@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [Capricorn] Mentioning Missing at the Meeting
BD 11:0900
Either way, though, they were having this first staff meeting since
vacation in his office. Since they were down an FCO and their CSO was
a little laid up. "Well, it appears that we've got some work to do.
Our esteemed leaders are sending us over to the edges of Starfleet
space. We'll be going to the Marin system. Lt, I think you have some
experience there, if I'm not mistaken." The Captain said, looking over
to the Science Officer. She nodded in assent, but something was hiding
her eye making it difficult to read.
"Good. Please prepare a small note on what you remember. Starfleet has
given us some info, but nothing is quite as good as hands-on
knowledge. You see, it seems as if base 613 received a distress call
from the planet's surface. It appears as if a shuttle craft, almost
long forgotten and written off for lost there, has finally re-made
contact."
"Any idea who it is?" Istria asked curiously. Normally, she wouldn't
speak up in these meetings, rather wait for afterwards to ask her
questions.
"Not yet. They haven't gotten two-way communications working yet. Only
the distress beacon, and its our job to find out what's going on.
We've got two days to get there, so Lt. Commander Dernah, you'll have
the conn for first shift, Commander Phillips, you'll have second." Avi
said, nodding to Brendan first, then Montana next. "Now, as I'm sure
you all saw in your morning memos, Dr. Hywell has asked us to all come
in for checkups. I will be there at 1000 hours, and I expect off-duty
senior staff members to be there by end of first shift." Avi said.
"Anything else?" He asked looking around the table.
"Yes Sir." A'kora said, leaning forward a fraction. "We appear to be
missing a crewman.
"Crewman Waverly, a transporter technician, was not as his assigned
station when we departed station." The Chief Engineer stated.
"Transporter Logs indicate he transported down planetside well before
the Bayron Sweep but the destination was incorrect."
"Incorrect?" The Captain asked.
"If the coordinates recorded were indeed his point of arrival, he
would have fallen thirty two point six meters. I do not believe
Crewman Waverly was capable of independent levitation." A'kora
responded. "Other factors in the transporter log indicate tampering.
But a side effect of the Bayron Sweep is that the transporter buffers
are cleared. Even if the transporters had not been in a state of high
activity while the crew returned it would be impossible to compare the
buffer signal to the one recorded in the Transporter Logs."
"I have technicians looking into the matter of discovering where it is
that Technician Waverly transported himself." A'kora continued.
"Interviews with the crew have already indicated he left his post
without waiting for proper authorization. It is possible he deserted,
though such an action would be highly illogical."
"Foreseeing that he might have found a method to outwit the ship's
internal scanners I have had my personnel have completed a complete
physical search of engineering spaces and all voids and cargo spaces.
It is possible he is hiding in an unused cabin, but highly unlikely."
"His medical profile does not indicate any suicidal tendencies, but it
is possible he suffered some form of depression which has escaped
notice. I would suggest all departments conduct a physical search of
all spaces; the ingenuity of humanoids set on self-destructive actions
is impressive. Failing to locate a corpse, I can only deduct that
Crewman Waverly did indeed depart the ship in an illegal fashion and
has no intent to return to duty."
OOC
Ya'll have always used acronyms that confuzzle me.
FCO? Fire Control Officer?
CSO? Combat Systems Officer?
Also
I think in my previous post I mistook what day it was. If BD 11 is
the day we leave the planet then it should be the day indicated by my
last message. The BD has always confuzzled me too. I got notes on it
someplace I am sure but not here in South Carolina.
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Message: 3
Date: Sun, 8 Aug 2004 22:48:14 EDT
From: trissana@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
[DL-J] Credit Where Credit Is Due
Tara
Late Afternoon, Day 5
Med Center
The healers and nurses at Jasra's med center had been quite
protective
of Eliase's peace and quiet ever since she'd been brought here, and
were no
less so now that they knew she was going to live. They'd been
reluctant enough,
earlier, to have Jonas take her to the beach - in fact, had the rider
not been
there on other official business for Wingleader Gus, he might not have
even
gotten as far as her room. And when he had come and asked if he could
take her
out for a short excursion to the beach, it was only his persuasiveness
(and
the fact that he was making a good point about her needing fresh air)
that had
caused the healer on duty to say yes. Jonas had been as good as his
word in
not keeping her out for long, and not allowing her to overstrain
herself. But
they'd breathed a collective sigh of relief when he'd left and they
could
figure that their patient would be allowed a quiet evening to rest.
However, they had allowed their relief to take hold too soon.
And the
new visitor was neither listening to their protests nor even bothering
to be
persuasive.
"We would really rather she rested!" Balagon said as he trailed
the new
visitor down the hallway. "She's been through a lot, you know."
Tara stopped and half-turned to give the healer a wry look.
"Balagon,
the girl has survived that assassin's blade, poison, a
gods-only-knows-what-sort-of-antitote, and - if what Varaenna tells me
is true - a semi-authorized
trip to the beach this afternoon. Do you really think that she's
going to simply
expire because I poke my head in and say hello?"
Balagon hedged. "Well, I'm not sure...you know, she might not
even be
awake."
"Riyanne told Varaenna she is," the Warrenlady replied. "I asked
just
before I came in here. Not only awake, but a trifle bored according
to her
dragon. Oh, and put her down for a slightly-increased dose of that
painkiller
you've given her, it's helping but she's still hurting a bit. And
have someone
take her temperature as soon as I leave, I think it's still a bit
elevated..."
Balagon rolled his eyes. "Warrenlady, since you know so much
about the
condition of the patients here, perhaps I should just go back to my
apartment
and let you stand the rest of my watch?" He was being only slightly
sarcastic, since he knew very well where Tara's information was coming
from. The young
seadragon would know exactly what her rider was feeling.
"Only if you agree to go and take over my duties for the
remainder of
the day," Tara said, walking on down the hall before Balagon could
even answer.
He gave her a feeble good-bye wave and sighed, then went on with his
rounds.
Tara knocked on the door, which was ajar to let fresh air flow
through.
The window was open just a bit, too, and she could feel the fresh,
cool
breeze waft through the room. "Eliase, are you awake?"
"Hello Warrenlady!" Eliase said, looking a bit surprised to see
her.
"Yes, I was just looking out at the sky."
Tara came in and sat down on the bed next to her. "I would have
come
sooner, but as you've heard things have been rather hectic around
here...plus,
of course, I didn't want to come until I knew you were up to having
visitors.
Are you feeling better?"
"Certainly better than before," Eliase replied. "Jonas took me
out to
the beach earlier, it was wonderful just to get outside."
Tara nodded. "I know, Varaenna saw you from her perch up on top
of the
cliffside, and told me. That's how I knew you were well enough to
receive
visitors. I was pleasantly surprised to hear it, I'd thought it might
be longer
before you were ready for visitors."
"They've been wonderful here at the med center," Eliase said.
"But I
still hope I can get out soon."
"You will," Tara promised, "though I know it will seem like a
long time.
I can arrange for you to have some books to look at while you're here
to
help pass the time."
"Thank you, that would be wonderful!" Eliase replied.
"I have something else for you," said Tara, reaching down into
her
collar and slipping a thin necklace over her head. She handed it to
Eliase, who
saw that attached to the chain was a small oval-shaped silver
medallion. A
single word was engraved into the medallion, in flowing script. It
simply said,
"Credit."
"It's beautiful," Eliase said, running a finger over the fine
engraving.
"But what does it mean?"
"Just what it says," Tara told her. "There's an old saying,
'credit
where credit is due.' I would say that in your case, credit is
certainly due."
"Oh," the girl said softly. "You mean because I tried to help
Hsina?
But there were others..." she began.
"I know that," Tara said. "And I plan to thank each and every one
of
them personally...but none of them would have had much chance to
intervene if you
hadn't done so first at a critical moment. Besides, the others were
better
suited and prepared for what they did. Hsina - and that Nomad fighter
Andahar
- are warriors almost in a class by themselves; Keer has a military
background, and although I'm a bit vague on some points of Dakhrau's
past, I think he
some experience along those lines too." She smiled warmly at Eliase.
"You, on
the other hand, are that girl who left home to come and live at the
warren,
even at the risk that you might spend your life baking bread in the
kitchen.
And then when you'd just achieved what you sought, you risked
everything to save
Hsina. You do realize that that was absolutely crazy, don't you?"
Eliase just nodded silently.
Tara smiled. "When I was a new trainee at Ismene, one of the
trainee
riders failed to secure his cinch straps properly. While the trainer
had them
practicing hard turns, he came loose from his dragon, saddle and all,
and fell
like a stone. Varaenna and I were flying just behind, and we tried to
dive
down to catch him...but his dragon, as frantic as you might imagine,
tried
rather clumsily to catch him and only succeeded in getting in
Varaenna's way. I
saw that neither dragon was going to be able to catch him, so I knew
that he was
going to die if I didn't think of something very quickly."
Eliase's eyes were wide. "What did you do?"
Tara sighed. "Within the space of less only a second or so, I
wriggled
out of my riding straps and dove off Varaenna's back. As I did so, I
grabbed
hold of the end of a coil of rope that I had tied in a square knot
around
Varaenna's cinch strap. I managed to get an arm around the rider's
waist as he fell
past, and we dropped together."
"But you had the rope!" Eliase pointed out, her eyes sparkling
with
interest and excitement. "So, you held onto him with one hand and the
rope with
the other, and Varaenna landed you safely?"
Tara shook her head. "Not exactly. You've heard of a 'granny
knot?' I
always had trouble getting those two straight, that's probably one
reason I
never made a very good weaver. Anyway, the knot didn't hold...but it
held just
long enough that we both swung under Varaenna like a pendulum for a
single
swing before the knot came loose. We fell a good hundred feet, but
because of
that swing we landed in the tops of a small grove of trees at the edge
of the
practice field instead of smack onto the ground..which is where that
other
rider would have landed otherwise. We both survived, but he got a
broken leg and
I wound up with a dislocated shoulder and a sprained wrist. And so, I
found
myself lying in a bed much like this one, in Ismene's med center. And
Vignette
came to see me, just as I am doing now with you."
"Was she grateful that you saved that rider's life?" Eliase
asked.
"Maybe, but it was a bit hard to tell," said Tara. "She told me I
was a
complete idiot for risking the life of a queenrider and queen to save
a single
rider and dragon. I felt like I was about an inch tall by the time she
got
done with me, but then she took out that same medallion I just handed
you. She
said that it was 'credit where credit was due,' for people who do
something t
hat seems hopeless and foolhardy on the surface, but somehow manage to
bring it
off."
"But what you did wasn't foolish!" Eliase protested. "If the
knot had
held..."
"Then the rope would have abruptly jerked itself taut with me
holding
onto a two hundred pound male rider around the waist, while holding
onto a rope
with just one hand. I'd have had a rope-burned hand, and we'd have
lost just
enough momentum that we'd have missed the grove of trees and landed
flat on the
ground."
"Oh," said Eliase.
"She said that I should hold onto it until I *really* needed a
favor
from her, and then I could give it back in return for such a favor -
or hold it
until some other deserving person did something to earn it being
passed on. I
never redeemed it, of course...and I never asked Vignette what SHE did
to get
it passed on to her, and she never shared that piece of information
with me.
But when I saw how brave you were, in the face of what looked to be
hopeless
odds, I knew the medallion had found a new home. Just remember to
pass it on
if someone ever puts themselves in harms way to help you or someone
close to
you."
"How would I know when the time is right?" Eliase asked.
The Warrenlady smiled. "Well, as Vignette explained it to me,
when she
saw what I'd done she wasn't sure whether I was brave or crazy, but
that I was
definitely lucky because I was still around for her to give me the
medallion.
You almost got yourself killed, but it was a very brave thing you
did...and
you saved a queenrider and queen in the process. I figured that this
was
definitely a case of 'credit where credit is due.' But more
importantly, is there
anything else I can do for you, or anyone you'd like me to send in to
see
you?"
(Tag Rachel)
Submitted by:
John
Warrenlady Tara & Varaenna
Jasra Warren
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Message: 4
Date: Mon, 9 Aug 2004 01:08:34 -0400
From: "Arlene" <wondermom@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [DL-W] New Perspective
Day 8
Lunch
[SNIP]
"Well," Faylen offered, wanting to cheer up the young man, "I was just
going to take lunch and then do some sword practice. Want to join me?"
"Sword practice? For a queenrider?"
"Why not? The better I can defend myself the better I'll be able to
defend
myself and the warren if need should arise. So what do you say?"
[END SNIP]
"Well, lunch perhaps... I did my sword practicing yesterday," Barsel
smiled and offered Faylen his arm. He escorted her over to the dining
hall.
Barsel was intrigued by this snip of a girl that was a junior
queenrider. He had never paid any attention to the girl when she'd
worked in the stables though she must have been there all along. How
could he have missed her? He liked the way her eyes sparkled and her
cheeks dimpled when she smiled, and the way she flipped her hair as
she
spoke.
He enjoyed their conversation as they dined. He was especially
curious
about the Fowler household, of which Faylen seemed to know quite a
bit.
And it wasn't hard to keep her talking. He simply fed her a question
and she happily chatted on.
What amazed him was how human J'red now appeared. She didn't really
tarnish him as a leader, but she did reveal his insecurities and
frailties. He found that he rather liked the Wingleader more knowing
that he was as human as the rest of them. Though he certainly didn't
like it that the man seemed to have used Faylen in such a way.
Barsel also was surprised by Faylen's anger towards Jael. His
immediate
reaction had been to defend his friend, but Faylen's countering was
swift and decisive. "You know, Eleanora said the same thing about
Jael,"
Barsel said, thoughtfully.
After lunch, Barsel left Faylen at the practice field with a promise
to
stop by and see her again -- and perhaps have lunch another day.
***
Day 10
Morning
But Barsel didn't see Faylen again for a few days. He'd spent the
following morning at practice and then the afternoon working in the
medical center. He was actually surprised that he was beginning to
like
working there, though he'd never admit that to J'red. His strength
and
height were definite assets and the nurses called to him all the time
for assistance in moving patients or even just reaching down items
from
high shelves. He liked almost all of the staff, though he tried his
hardest to avoid Corra and Elsa. Those two just made his skin crawl.
He was glad that it was Ari that had been assigned to him to help make
his shoulder better. Though they had gotten off on the wrong foot, he
had to admit that she was a darn good healer, and her massages really
did make his shoulder feel so much better.
He had been happy to assist Ari that day when she had run in needing
supplies. He had even cleaned up the spill she'd made when she'd been
called away to help Xanthia. He hadn't asked what the emergency was,
but he found himself hoping that whoever needed Ari and Xanthia's aide
would be all right. He chuckled ruefully as he realized what he was
thinking. "They must be rubbing off on me."
Aedris only sighed. He could hope that they were. He rather liked
living in WhiteRiver and certainly didn't want his rider to jeopardize
their welcome. Aedris bobbed his head in greeting as Barsel came out
onto the ledge.
But all his work at the med center had won him some brownie points and
Barsel had been given permission to return to patrol duty. <Patrol
today, buddy,> Barsel smiled. <Who are we patrolling with today?
Latnem?>
Aedris was glad to be back on duty, and though he loved his rider,
he'd
been sure to let him know how upset he was that he'd let his stupidity
ground them both. Aedris queried Firefly and found out that they were
patrolling with Mara and Melodaria, as Latnem's services were required
elsewhere that morning and Mara's partner, Nerika had insisted that
she
could not patrol as she needed the time for music practice before the
Prince arrived.
The dark red dragon joined the purple one on the green moments later
and
the two took to the air. Their patrol would cover more than just
looking for wraith signs, but also any sign of the missing rider, Gob.
J'red had instructed all patrols to be on the look out for suspicious
movement, fires, campsites, or travelers, and to make contact with
individuals whenever possible.
Their route had taken them over the Lands of Tilharnon -- a land
Barsel
knew only too well, having grown up there. Not too much was to be
seen
as far as wraiths, which relieved Barsel, as he really hated to fight
them.
<Melodaria has spotted some movement down near that small village!>
Aedris startled Barsel out of his reverie. The dragons had better
vision
than the humans, but even Barsel could see the dust and smoke that
rose
from the clearing outside the town.
The dragons circled lower allowing their humans to gain a better look,
but they new that they'd have to investigate this further, so
eventually
they landed.
Upon landing, they could see that the area had been converted into a
small carnival, with tents and booths lining a "midway" with a large
tent at the far end.
"A circus!" Mara exclaimed, dismounting from the purple dragon.
The ring master of the circus raced over to meet them. He looked
fearful as he called to them, "What is it, dragonriders? Are there
wraiths about?"
A traveling circus relied on the hospitality of the towns they visited
in sheltering them from wraiths. But they were always in grave peril
of
being attacked by wraiths while traveling between towns, and the
wealthier hired rogue dragonriders to protect them during their
travels,
though it was doubtful one dragon and rider could do much to protect a
caravan if wraiths did attack them. It was a very risky business to
be
sure.
Barsel immediately put the man's fears to rest, "No, we didn't see any
sign of recent wraith activity in these parts. Though... it is only a
matter of time before they swarm again."
The man nodded, but rather than looking relieved he looked suspicious,
"Then why have you stopped?"
Mara spoke up then, "We are looking for one of our riders. He seems
to
have been... taken."
Barsel rolled his eyes and muttered, "Sure and they're just going to
admit to having kidnapped one of our riders."
Mara blushed and clamped her mouth closed, ducking her head in
embarrassment.
"We have not seen any other dragonriders other than ones patrolling
the
skies," the ring master replied, hastily.
"He wasn't riding his dragon. He's a young boy, looks about 10 or 12
years old and he was abducted." Barsel stated. "If you hear
anything,
you will send word to the warren." Barsel leaned forward to whisper,
"There's a big reward in it if he is returned."
The man smiled broadly, "Of course!"
"Reward?" Mara asked, her eyes widening, "Who is offering a big
reward?"
Barsel glared at her, "Prince Reolden, who do you think?"
"Oh!" Mara flushed further as she met Barsel's glare.
"The Prince, huh?" The ring master snorted, "What do you take me for,
a
fool? The Prince is in Rallengarde."
"Well, actually, he's coming to WhiteRiver in a few days...." Mara
began and then put her hand over her mouth as Melodaria informed her
that Aedris's rider wished her to stop putting her foot into her
mouth,
whatever that meant.
The ring master snickered, "Well, if we hear anything about a boy
dragonrider who was abducted we'll be sure to let the warren know."
Barsel nodded, "I'm sure you will." He swiftly turned and headed back
to Aedris, with Mara following behind.
[TAG Kris if you wish.]
***
The rest of the patrol was uneventful, and as soon as they returned to
the warren they were greeted by the joyful news that the female wilder
was laying her eggs.
Barsel had Aedris land near the hatching sands and went to join the
throng of warrenfolk who were gathering to witness the laying. Aedris
told him that the wilders were nervous with so many humans around and
that Ari had asked that they stay back. Unfortunately that meant that
no one could see anything. Barsel was just thinking of returning to
his
dragon when he caught sight of Faylen making her way through the crowd
and called to her. She paused and he caught up to her.
[TAG: Morgie]
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Summary:
Day 8
Lunch
Barsel has lunch with Faylen and has his eyes opened. He begins to
appreciate Faylen for whom she is and enjoys her company. During the
conversation he begins to see J'red and Jael from a different
perspective.
Day 9
Afternoon
After practicing all morning Barsel helps Ari and others in the
medical
center.
Day 10
Morning
Barsel and Aedris go on patrol with Mara and Melodaria over Tilharnon.
They spot a circus near a small town and investigate it, hoping to
learn
something about the missing rider, Gob.
Afternoon
Returning from Patrol, Barsel hears (through Aedris) that the wilder
female dragon is laying eggs and goes to see. He sees Faylen and
calls
out to her. She waits for him to join her.
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Respectfully submitted by:
Arlene Jacobs
AKA
Barsel and Aedris
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