There are 5 messages in this issue.
Topics in this digest:
1. [DL-N] Tears and tributes
From: "Carina Norris" <crinklywhiskers_99@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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2. [Wod-WEB]Hail the Taxi
From: "Edward Murray" <elm.murray@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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3. RE: [USS Capricorn] [USS-CAPRICORN] - Jeepers, Creepers
From: "Rob" <xagnut@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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4. [DL-W] Pretty is as Pretty Does?
From: "Arlene" <wondermom@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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5. [USS Capricorn] Is anybody out there?
From: "Tree Deutscher" <treedr@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Message: 1
Date: Sun, 14 Nov 2004 16:57:12 -0000
From: "Carina Norris" <crinklywhiskers_99@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [DL-N] Tears and tributes
Day 6 Early Evening - the funeral
<snip from Tree>
As the music faded away the only sound that could be here was the
light wind whistling through the cliffs. Several minutes ticked by as
the group waited for the signal to start. If Jeneve didn't appear soon
they would have to begin without her. Glancing up at the taller
redhead the little Wingleader let out a small sigh and the air itself
seemed to hold its breath as if waiting.
<end snip>
Just as Breezy was about to give the signal that Jeneve wasn't going
to be arriving, the warrenlady appeared. As tall and elegant as ever,
swathed in a long grey cloak trimmed with white fur around the hood,
she looked frail, but determined. At her elbow stood Jale, alert to
any signs that his patient needed to be taken back indoors.
But Jeneve turned to him and smiled reassuringly, and Breezy saw her
mouth 'I'm okay' to the healer. Walking up to the lectern that had
been erected for her, Jeneve threw back her hood and began to speak.
"Thank you, all for being here tonight, to honour our dead," she said,
her voice amplified by the high walls.
A murmur rippled through the crowd, and Jeneve heard the word
'murderer' whispered. They meant Cyrus.
"And let those who would deny Cyrus the honour of a warren funeral
look first to the time he spent here as a brave rider."
No, *she* was not afraid to speak his name.
"Cyrus did wrong, and took a much loved friend from us. But Cyrus was
not the criminal - he was manipulated, and if anything, his 'crime'
was the inability to resist his own weaknesses and his submission to
the will of one stronger than himself. So, before you condemn him,
consider how strong you would have been in his place."
Jeneve gazed defiantly at the crowd, hoping that her nervousness did
not show. Would they believe that she, too, had betrayed the warren?
But how could she *not* defend Cyrus's memory, especially when she
believed that she was partially to blame for his going astray?
"And thank you for honouring the little ones who are lost to us," she
continued. "I mean both my own babe, and those of my Queen Malani.
Tears welled in Jeneve's eyes as she felt the Malani's pain through
their shared bond. A low crooning sound rose from the dragons gathered
around the rim.
"See how she weeps for her child?" murmurs rose from the crowd, and
Jale took a step closer to Jeneve, but she motioned him away with a
weak smile.
"But I have said enough," she said, her voice now betraying the
weakness of her body. "All that remains now is to honour our fallen
comrade, T'rell, and there is one here better qualified for that than
I..."
Motioning to Galen, she pulled her hood up around her face again, and
stepped into the shadows. As Galen stood and stepped forward, a little
wobbly on his feet, Jeneve looked across to where she had seen the
flash of red hair that indicated Breezy. She saw the little Wingleader
twitch and instinctively jump forward.
*Don't be too hard on him, Breezy*, she murmured to herself, with a
grin, *he asked me if he could speak*.
<tag Tree and anyone else - feel free to add anything in the middle
:-) >
Respectfully submitted
Carina
for Jeneve
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Message: 2
Date: Sun, 14 Nov 2004 19:11:24 -0800
From: "Edward Murray" <elm.murray@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [Wod-WEB]Hail the Taxi
As Fi made her way out of the Wyrmwood club so too did Dwyn, even
though the
place had much potential for mischief. The club would warrant another
visit,
he could felt drawn to the power, and something he knew all to well
didn't
always mean a good thing.
Leaping up onto the roof he watched as Fionula tried to flag down one
of
those yellow cars that looked so much like the guys that deliver
Pizza. Now
there was a worthy job, on more then one occasion Dwyn had found ways
to
trick the pizza guys out of their delivery. It was great s****t and
well, the
awards were well worth it. Though he did wish more people would order
anchovies.
Yet, tonight the taxi cars would not stop they seemed to stir clear of
the
club and the ones that did stop seemed only interested in the more
fancy
dressed patrons. Dwyn decided he had enough of this and looking
closely he
spotted one coming who was likely going to speed on by like the rest.
---
Omar was a simple man who came to America on the promise of freedom
and the
op****tunity to earn a better living. Back home he drove people around
by a
donkey in America he drove people around by a taxi. Though the two
jobs were
similar he made far more money even if the cost of living was far
greater
then back home. Well at least he had running water. He had taken the
time to
decorate the front of his cab that reminded him of home. Prominently
displayed was a picture of his betrothed she was lovely and their two
family's had agreed to the union if he could send the money for her
plane
ride.
As the driver thought about his soon to be wife and looked for a
promising
tipper his steering wheel began to turn on its own accord. Omar began
to
murmur words to his god and fought to turn the wheel back. As he did
so he
realized he was slowing down, worried something was wrong he began to
pull
over to the side but so flustered he failed to notice Fionula.
Suddenly the
car stopped nearly throwing the driver though the wind****eld.
Fi stepped back hesitant at first then realizing a Taxi had stopped
for her
she climbed in. Dwyn licked his paw proud that he had accomplished his
task.
With a graceful leap he was soon on the bumper of the Taxi as it
headed back
out into traffic.
Submitted by
Edward Murray
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Message: 3
Date: Mon, 15 Nov 2004 01:07:43 -0800
From: "Rob" <xagnut@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: RE: [USS Capricorn] [USS-CAPRICORN] - Jeepers, Creepers
Dirtside: 1900ish
A'kora trans****ted down, along with the rest of the away team, into
the
gloomy planetary night. The lack of obvious damage to the shuttle,
other
than the signs of rough landing, were a curiosity. There were
numerous
system failures which could bring a shuttlecraft down, but only a
small
percentage of them left no outward sign. At least, only a small
percentage
of the mechanical reasons. There was the very good chance that
malicious
intent was responsible for the crash, a much better chance than any
mechanical failure.
After making her initial re****t of "no outward sign of damage" the
Chief
Engineer moved into the interior of the shuttle and began
systematically
checking for signs of damage. She arched one eyebrow in annoyance as
Ury
began dismantling parts of the shuttle controls, but said nothing.
She
simply waited for him to depart so she could begin to estimate the
length of
time required to return the shuttle to functional condition.
The voices of strangers outside distracted A'kora from her task.
Her tricorder was connected to the ****p's primary propulsion unit,
running a
level three diagnostic procedure that would require at least half an
hour to
complete. As it required no further manual input, A'kora felt
confident in
leaving it to investigate the new arrivals.
She stepped out of the shuttle, moving slowly but deliberately enough
to
(hopefully) not appear a threat without moving so slow as to present
the
appearance of trying to skulk about. Like the rest of the landing
party,
A'kora looked towards the XO and wondered what the orders would be.
Certainly the Prime Directive no longer applied, though the question
of how
this primitive activated the dormant emergency distress beacon
remained.
More im****tantly, why had he activated it?
Respectfully submitted by,
Lieutenant Commander A'kora
Cheng - USS Capricorn
OOC
No direct tags, it's not really A'kora's decision to stay or go, just
an
input to keep myself current.
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Message: 4
Date: Mon, 15 Nov 2004 02:25:54 -0500
From: "Arlene" <wondermom@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [DL-W] Pretty is as Pretty Does?
Day 14
Morning
Fowler Estates
"I hate them! They aren't fa****onable!" Jennifer's pretty face
contorted in rage as she screeched and threw her new gowns onto the
floor and stomped her foot.
The seamstress frowned deeply as she looked at all her hard work
strewn
about. "Miss Jennifer, I assure you, they are the top of fa****on!"
Jennifer sneered, "Oh no, they are not! I saw *her* gown that Jared
brought home. I want one like hers!"
"The Lady Ari's?" the seamstress sighed, "Oh, Miss... I've never
seen
material like that around here. You'd have to go all the way to
Ralengarde to get something like that! And she's a princess...."
"I want one like that!" Jennifer whined. "If Jared can get one for
his
girlfriend... I want one, too!"
"Miss... even if we could get the material, there isn't time," the
dear
seamstress wrung her hands.
"Then I won't go!" Jennifer cried, throwing herself on her bed and
began to sob, loudly. Her wails finally brought her father to the
door.
"What is going on in here?" The Lord of the manor, who could end a
dispute among serfs, manage an estate, and rule his lands, was at a
total loss when it came to the tears of his daughter.
"M'Lord, it is the dresses!" The seamstress answered over the wails
of
the distraught young lady.
"The dresses?" He looked down at the dresses on the floor and stated
what to him was the obvious answer, "Well, someone pick them up! Now,
hurry up and finish packing. The dragonriders will be here anytime!"
"But, Da!" Jennifer wailed, "I can't wear those dresses!"
"Why? Have they been torn or soiled?" Lord Fowler asked in
consternation.
"No! But they're... not fa****onable!"
Lord Fowler blinked, "They're not... what?"
"Fa****onable! I want a dress like Ari has!" Jennifer cried.
"M'Lord, I tried to explain... that dress... it's from Ralengarde
and...
I just cannot get material like that, and even if I could, there just
wouldn't be time to make such a gown before the ball!"
Lord Fowler shook his head, "Of course not. And the ball is in her
honor. Of course she would have a special dress. Now, Jennifer, get
your jewels together and tell your maids what else you need packed.
We
need to be ready to leave soon."
Jennifer stared at her father and then began to sob again, "You don't
understand! You never understand!"
Sighing, the Lord waved the maidservants out of the room and went to
sit
stiffly on the edge of Jennifer's bed. He patted the girl's shoulder
and said a bit resignedly, "Now, Jennifer, why don't you explain it to
me...."
---
Mid Morning
Several dragons landed on the wide lawn in front of the manor house
and
the servants began to bring out trunks to be loaded onto the dragons'
backs, much to the dismay of some of the riders, who grumbled that the
dragons weren't pack anima, though most of the dragons didn't mind as
the trunks were merely a nuisance and not any great weight to them.
The staff and servants not going with the lord and his daughter lined
the walk as Lord Fowler and Jennifer emerged from the manor. They
waved
as the retinue and the Fowlers mounted the dragons and left for
Whiteriver Warren.
In a moment they were landing on the side of the warren reserved for
the
unjoined folk, near the VIP quarters. The Fowlers had always been
frequent visitors and so had quarters that were always reserved for
them. It didn't take long to settle in.
"What do you mean he's already arrived?" Jennifer cried out when one
of
the warren folk who had come to make sure everything was to their
liking
told her that Prince Reolden was already in residence. "Father!"
"What is it, my dear?" Lord Fowler looked perplexed.
"Father, you said we'd be arriving before the prince!" Jennifer
pouted.
"I wanted to be here to greet him when he arrived!"
"Well, that can't be helped now, can it? He arrived earlier than was
expected. But what does it matter? We've arrived before any of the
other lords, and you can be there to greet them."
Jennifer sighed with an exaggerated exasperation, "You just wouldn't
understand!"
Lord Fowler frowned, for he really didn't. He was glad the prince had
arrived early, as he wanted to speak with the prince privately
concerning the Gingle properties, which he'd been overseeing since
Sheldon had been reprimanded to the warren in punishment. But since
Sheldon had joined with a dragon, something needed to be done with
their
regency.
"Jennifer, my dear, you need to stop worrying. Everything will be
just
fine. Your brother will make sure that we are not forgotten."
Jennifer's face darkened at the mention of J'red. "Of course,
Father."
She turned back to trying to repair the damage to her hair that the
ride
on the dragon's back had caused. She was disappointed that she
wouldn't
be looking her absolute best when she saw the prince.
"Come now, Jennifer, Jared sent word and we're expected for lunch.
Seems they're on a walking tour of the warren or something that will
be
ending soon."
"Lunch, now?" Jennifer asked in surprise.
"Soon. So we'd better start walking if we're to be there before they
are."
"Walking?" Jennifer gasped.
"Oh, yes. The warren is such a wonderful place to walk through," Lord
Fowler stated and left a still gaping Jennifer in her room.
"Walking," She muttered. Of all the indignities! But she knew better
than to argue, as she was hungry and obviously no dragon would be
coming
to pick her up, and she did want to see the prince... so she changed
her
shoes to more serviceable boots and followed after her father.
They arrived in the warren dining hall just before the royal party and
warren dignitaries, much to Jennifer's relief, which gave her time to
drink some cool water and settle herself in a manner befitting a lady,
and so she waited for the prince.
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Summary:
Day 14
Morning
Jennifer Fowler is unhappy with her gowns and threatens not to go to
Whiteriver. Her father, perplexed, isn't too understanding, but
doesn't
give her an option to remain behind.
Mid Morning
The Fowlers arrive in Whiteriver, amid more complaints from Jennifer.
They walk across the warren to the dining hall to meet up with the
royal
party and warren officials for lunch.
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Respectfully submitted by:
Arlene E. Jacobs
AKA
Jennifer Fowler
Lord Hamn Fowler
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Message: 5
Date: Mon, 15 Nov 2004 05:09:07 -0800
From: "Tree Deutscher" <treedr@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [USS Capricorn] Is anybody out there?
MD 2: 1500
<Snip>
"Everything checks out well, and ya appear to be in good health."
Miaren made her pronouncement. "It does say you have a sibling."
Miaren paused when she read the name. Miaren blanched and softly
gasped. The name of the patient that she had traveled so far for, was
her sister.
"I'm sorry, I had not realized." Miaren offered her apologies. "I'm
sorry they sent her away so soon, I am sure our newest techniques
would have helped restore her to pre-injury." Miaren replied.
<End Snip>
Montana frowned at the mention of her sister. "I'm sorry you traveled
so far for nothing, but McKenna felt it best to leave the ****p." The
tone of her voice let the woman know that this wasn't a subject open
for discussion and she relaxed a little when the Doctor's attention
turned to the lizards and the off scheduling of her appointment.
[..] a bit later
Struggling with the wiggling male iguana Montana sighed in
exasperation. She didn't know what had gotten into them and told them
so. "Quince, knock it off! What's wrong with you two?"
As Andrew dealt with a wildly whipping tail the door to sickbay closed
behind them and a second later the two reptiles miraculously calmed
down. With a sigh of relief the two humans started down the corridor
with their green passengers.
Andrew chuckled walking a bit crab like to keep with Nat's precarious
position on his shoulder, her head level with his cheek, "Guess the
kids don't like going to the doctor!" He chuckled trying to make
points with the First Officer. Turning his head to glance at the
lizard Nat's head snapped up and down vigorously glaring at him with
one yellow eye. "Ok ok, I won't look at you!" The crewman quipped
sheepishly feeling the sharp claws digging into his shoulder.
*Just that Doctor!* Montana thought to herself then snorted in
amusement at Nat's challenge to the man carrying her, "I think you
oughta bite him Natty, just for calling you a boy!"
Andrew's eyes widened but the man wisely remained silent.
MD 2:1800
<Snip>
"Otherwise, I am fine." The Cheng concluded. "I have not yet had the
time to meet individually with my entire department, but the staffing
appears to have been excellent. The changing in leader****p is going as
well as may be expected, seeing as the department barely had time to
adjust to their last Cheng before this latest reshuffling."
<End Snip>
Montana scanned the padd and nodded. "Good Work A'Kora.! Her lips
twitched in amusement at the woman's attempt at a joke when she added.
"Truthfully, considering the Captain's love for spicy food and his
eagerness to share it, I'm surprised you have any able staff on duty
at all! Go ahead, run your diagnostics and send me a full re****t when
you're done." With a brief smile Montana handed her back the padd,
"Carry on Lt. Commander!" she added before walking away.
MD 2:1900
The tall redhead stared at the view screen as the furry TaNog sat next
to it and happily munched on a replicated avocado and potato chip
sandwich. The crunch of the chips was the only sound to break the
silence in Montana's quarters.
Staring at the message on the screen the green eyes narrowed. So! It
seems their new Doctor was inquiring into things that were beyond her
security clearance and using a family member to cover her tracks.
Involving her Father had Montana seriously questioning the woman's
credibility. Of course it was the redhead's nature to be suspicious,
five years in Ambassadorial security did that too a person. Tapping a
few buttons the Doctor's personnel file appeared on the screen and the
First Officer scanned it thoughtfully after a few minutes she leaned
back in her chair still staring at the information in front of her.
Nobody, but nobody was that squeaky clean, and Montana's inner alarm
bells went off.
After several inquires into the appearance of the Rihannsu woman she'd
come to the conclusion that A'Kora wasn't a plant. Not that Montana
ruled it out completely at least until she got to know the woman
better. But so far there was nothing to cause undue alarm other then
the Engineer's multi-heritage getting the better of her. Even though
the Romulans and Vulcans were considered separate races Montana agreed
with Ambassador Spocks assessment of their shared ancestry, even if
the Romulan government shunned it. Regardless, as for a combination of
the two it was a powerfully intelligent and very explosive
combination. Which showed in A'Kora's file. There were gaps in her
past and she didn't doubt that the 'half-breed' woman had more then
her share of ghosts and demons. But she was highly proficient at what
she did and for the moment that's all Montana cared about.
And this was the very thing that had her questioning the good Doctor,
plus the fact it was obvious she didn't like animals. Unlike the
Engineer's file, Hywell's oozed with so much sugar and spice it made
Montana's teeth cringe. Even her parents were above reproach. Being
good people was one thing, but walking on water was an entirely
different ball game. With the Capricorn coming under so much fire
since her launch the First Officer wasn't about to take any chances.
Tapping out some discreet inquires she encoded them with special
security locks and sent them off to parts unknown. The Doctor
definitely bared watching.
[..] A short while later
<Snip>
³Do you always answer the door in socks and nothing else?² The voice
said.
³You caught me at a weak moment.² He said, smiling. She walked in, and
the door closed behind her just as she kissed him in one of the
sweetest kisses heıd even been a part of. Well, it looks like it wonıt
be changing tonight.
<End Snip>
After a few minutes she broke the intimate embrace. "We need to talk."
She said thoughtfully going to the sideboard where sat a bottle of her
favorite wine and helped herself to a glass. Moving to the couch the
tall woman settled herself comfortably and looked over at the man
still standing there with a questioning arch of her auburn brow.
Avi's robe was a bit askew and it was obvious that talking was the
last thing he had on his mind. He knew that look well enough and the
fact that she'd come through the door instead of using intra****p
trans****t that something was up. Sighing with a fatal acceptance Avi
poured himself a scotch then sat down next to her before taking a
drink of the ****tent liguid.
"This wouldn't be about your visit to sickbay today, now would it?"
Montana's eyes narrowed at the reference. "Oh, I see good news travels
fast! Actually no it doesn't, but since you brought it up..."
"I heard the green wrecking crew made quite a mess in sickbay?" Avi
interjected staring into his glass. "You didn't have to take both at
the same time did you?"
"Well, I could have taken 'Other' along too," She huffed with a frown,
"and next time, you need to make sure you tell me the right
appointment. Seems she had me scheduled for tomorrow so wasn't
prepared. But it's probably best I did, it's obvious that she's an
animal hater and they could sense it. She scared them and.."
"Oh, I'm sure they were quaking in their scales." He said biting his
lip and rolling his gaze to the ceiling.
"That's not funny Avi!" The tall redhead snapped and rose to refill
her glass, his faint chuckle following her.
"They got along perfectly fine with Duncan and never acted like that
with him! I trust my animal's instincts Avi and they don't like her
for some reason. So I did some checking.."
"Oh.." He answered raising a quizzical brow.
Curling back up on the couch she draped her arm across the back and
began to play with the tiny hairs on the back of his neck, "Seems the
Doctor has been snooping around in things she shouldn't be. Anything
concerning the Marin Planet is highly classified you know that, and it
seems she has her Father poking around HHQ for information."
"Interesting." He answered flatly, relaxing into the hand stroking his
neck. "Mmm that feels good, can we maybe get back to what we were
doing when you first came in."
"Avi, I'm serious!"
"So am I!" Seeing the set of her jaw he sighed. "Listen Montana, I
trust that you have everything under control and if there's a problem
you will inform me of it immediately."
She nodded thoughtfully sipping on the wine.
"Now, remember the deal? Something that 'you' do have a tendency to
forget."
The redhead rolled her eyes. "Yes." She answered with a resigned
frown.
"None of this is earth shattering at the moment so it can wait. I've
been duly informed and if you feel you need to discuss it further come
see me tomorrow when we're on duty!"
She clicked her tongue in irritation but knew he was right. They had
made the agreement after one too many battles that work for the most
part stayed out of their quarters.
"Now, let's talk about something serious," Avi grinned leaning to
nuzzle the slender neck, "like what you're getting me for my
birthday."
MD 3:1930
After Montana re****ted in that they had arrived on the surface without
incident, she watched as the away team went about their duties each
coolly efficiently in their tasks. They knew their jobs well and it
wasn't long before there were re****ts, each being sent back to the
****p.
Even though her outward manner was calm and collected, from the second
they had arrived the little hairs on the back of her neck had been
prickling like crazy, which was not a good sign. Of course the fact
that she felt like they were being watched didn't help matters and her
small light darted here and there looking for any movement other then
their own in the gloomy darkness.
Walking the area she took her own readings, inspecting the footprints,
conferring with the team as she went. The air had a heavy stagnant
smell to it and she wiggled her nose wandering what was causing it as
the ****p scans had shown no swamps in the area or anything that might
cause that type of affect.
Walking to the edge of the perimeter Ury's men had set up she stared
into the lush darkness of the forest. Trained eyes took in every
shadow and she was sure of it now, there was someone or something
watching them. Lifting her tricorder she noted a faint reading but it
was gone so fast she thought she might have imagined it.
****ning her light into the undergrowth the small beacon lit up what
looked like a tuff of black fur clinging to a rotting log. Montana
bent to retrieve it but the sound of a strange voice had hurrying back
around the shuttlecraft.
<Snip>
Montana stepped up even with Ury and addressed the Marquis, "Sir, I am
Commander Phillips, of the USS CAPRICORN. We are here in response to
the distress beacon. It appears to have been activated recently. Sir,
do you have knowledge of the whereabouts of the crew?"
The Marquis shook his head and murmured, "No, I'm afraid I know
nothing about the whereabouts of the crew."
His smile made Ury relax even more, and he felt a strange compulsion
to like and trust this man.
Montana smiled at the Marquis, "But then who might have activated the
distress signal?"
"Why, I did of course," The Marquis stated as if that were a perfectly
normal thing to do and no one seemed inclined to wonder why he
wouldn't.
<End Snip>
Glancing at her crewmembers she noted that they looked much more
relaxed then she felt, until a sudden feeling of well being rippled
through her. Montana instinctively looked over her shoulder thinking
of the little Trinoan. But Tre-hani wasn't part of the team and the
redhead blinked slightly befuddled for a moment before turning back to
the Marquis.
"May I ask your reason for doing this? Activating a distress beacon
usually means that..."
"Never fear Commander, it will all become clear in due time. As I
said, allow me to be your host while you are here. If you will please
accompany me to my humble abode we can talk there in a more
comfortable atmosphere." There was something extremely disarming about
the Marquis. His smile set her nerves on edge and his whole mannerism
carried a darkness about him yet..."
Looking over the crewmembers, she nodded without thinking, "Ury, you
and Lt. Commander A'kora stay here and see what you can find out.
Appraise the Captain of the situation and let me know as soon as you
find anything. Motioning to several of the security team, then nodding
at Miaren, "Doctor, you're with me." Looking at Marquis with a
strained smile, "After you." Then suddenly stopping Montana looked
back across the area beyond the shuttle and asked, "Marquis, may I ask
what kind of animals you have on this planet?"
He looked at her curiously and frowned, "Sadly Commander, the
animals...died off a long time ago."
For some strange reason she accepted his explanation without further
questioning. Nodding the First Officer silently followed the man
trying to figure out why she felt so strange.
[..]
The faint glow of white fangs and greenish-yellow eyes was all that
shown of the large Black Panther as it languished lazily on a high
limb in the forest canopy. It watched as the tall redhead moved closer
to it's perch and when the woman lifted her tricorder the feline body
began to ****ft and distort, making it invisible to the human's
equipment. Then 'the one' appeared drawing the woman away. The others
had come too, but it puzzled the big cat why they remained hidden. But
it didn't really matter though, this was just too good to be true. Of
all people to come to the rescue!
Nimbly rising the huge feline stretched flexing razor sharp claws
before digging them into the bark of the limb. Decisions! Decisions!
Did she stay and play, or follow?
Respectfully submitted by,
Tree Deutscher
AKA
Commander Montana Phillips, Uss Capricorn
***Summary***
MD 2:1500
* Montana's pets quiet down as soon as they are out of sickbay and she
teases Andrew a bit as he helps her get the Igs back to her quarters.
MD 2:1800
* Montana talks to A'Kora and approves the diagnostics
MD 2:1900
* Montana does some checking on the Doctor and goes to Avi's quarters
to talk to him about it
MD 3:1930
* Montana re****ts in then checks out the area and feels like something
or someone is watching them. She makes a discovery but before she can
act on it the Marquis' appearance draws her attention.
* Agreeing to accompany Montana has Ury and A'Kora stay behind to
finish up with the shuttlecraft and has the Doctor and some of the
security officers go with her.
* A hidden feline observer debates on staying at the shuttlecraft or
following the Marquis.
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