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1. [DL-C] Following Trouble (JP)
From: "Arlene" <wondermom@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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2. [USS Capricorn] Wave of Guilt
From: "Tree Deutscher" <treedr@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Message: 1
Date: Tue, 25 Jan 2005 01:23:35 -0500
From: "Arlene" <wondermom@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [DL-C] Following Trouble (JP)
During the Time Jump
Last "Practice" Patrol
Morning
Andahar swallowed painfully as he surveyed what was left of what had
once been a thriving community. Where had the inhabitants gone? It
was
worse than a wraith attack, which left nothing of the living or what
had
been living behind. Here there was evidence of what had once been
human
-- blood, hair... but nothing living remained. Only silence.
He watched as Memnon walked through the camp, an almost trance-like
expression on his face. He looked back at the two women to see how
they
were fairing. Saleh was standing with her back to him, so he couldn't'
read her face, but Tatewin looked as shaken as he felt.
Tatewin sucked in her breath and willed herself to not respond. She was
a warrior, she had seen death and carnage before. But....nothing of
this magnitude.
She remembered the tales and legends, and although she had taken their
lessons to heart; she had never thought she would be the one to stand
in
the wake of the beast; of....Nadusi! Her heart did flip flops in her
chest.
He had returned.......but why? what had the people done to deserve
the
touch of Nadusi!
She felt the eyes of someone on her and she slowly lifted them to find
her eyes locking and connecting to the pained ones of the young chief.
The haunted look on his face spoke volumes. She wondered if she too
wore a similar look.
Andahar slowly walked over to the women and murmured, "This is terrible
tragedy... I am sorry..." Sorry that he had brought them here to
witness this, but he didn't get it out as Saleh whipped around and
glared at him.
"Yes, you should be! This wind and sand! And stench! I will have to
wash for week to be clean again!" Saleh snapped.
Andahar gaped at her in disbelief. How could he have ever once
considered marrying her? "You... you...!"
Tatewin gasped loudly as Saleh began her complaints. She was almost
dumbfounded by the shallowness of the woman. Tatewin was shamed for
her
people, and tribe for her behavior.
When she realized that Andahar's voice had risen and she felt the
change
in the tone of the conversation, Tatewin reached over and gently
touched
his arm and whispered softly in her native dialect.
"She is not worth thought."
When his eyes met hers, she pleaded with her eyes, for him not to lose
the purpose of this mission.
"Come, let us go and warn others" she spoke softly in her native
dialect, hoping he would take her counsel and break off from a
confrontation with someone who had no roots.
Andahar nodded and inhaled sharply. He let his breath go slowly, and
tried not let Saleh get under his skin. Motioning for Memnon to come
back to their group he gathered his thoughts and using the more common
nomad phrases he began. "We must find out more. Might be some from
here survived and went to other tribe. Have to try and find them.
Must
find out if they can tell us about ... Nadusi."
"And if there were no survivors?" Saleh asked, a bit of petulance
still
in her voice.
"Then as Tatewin says, we warn others about danger!"
"Oh, is that what she says?" Saleh snorted, "I thought she was saying
something about telling others to come to her blankets," her crude
words
closely resembled the words for warning others of danger but were said
in her own dialect.
Andahar glared at Saleh but ignored her and went on. "We would do
better to split in half. Memnon, you take Saleh, and Tatewin will go
with me." He saw the questioning look in their eyes and said, "Saleh
is
experienced rider, but she is woman. Men of tribe may not take woman
seriously so she cannot take Tatewin. Tatewin, you are not experienced
rider, so you go with me."
Tatewin heard the slight difference in the one word and somehow knew
she
has just been insulted. She chose to show that she knew how one of the
people responded to such things, and she lowered her eyes and took a
deep breath and pushed thoughts of one who was so shallow away.
As she heard the plan to warn the others she felt better, and hoped
that
the young chief was correct, and some had managed to escape and perhaps
warn her people.
Tatewin noticed that Selah was not happy with the arrangements, and she
was glad that she would not be teamed with her. She did not know if
she
could keep her cool around her, and she did not wish to shame her
family. She readied herself for the task at hand, and hoped she would
indeed be a help to her trainer, and not show him she still needed
training.
Saleh's jaw worked, as she tried to come up with an argument against
the
proposal. Unfortunately, what Andahar suggested did make sense, given
the backward culture of the nomads in this area. She was forever
grateful that her own tribe had settled around the warren and given up
that foolish, wandering lifestyle. The women of her tribe had a much
better life, and she had to admit that becoming a dragonrider had given
her additional status and freedoms she never could have imagined as a
young girl.
"Fine," Saleh said turning to Memnon, "I am more experienced rider.
You
follow my lead."
Andahar sighed and rolled his eyes. "Yes, when it is matters of
dragonrider, Memnon should follow your lead, but when you deal with
tribe leader, you will follow him, as is proper."
Saleh's eyes narrowed, "Proper!"
Andahar felt his temper rise, " Do not put other lives at risk. This
task is too im****tant for your foolish pride. Do not shame Cleft
Warren,
Saleh!"
[TAG Simon... what does Memnon think?]
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Summary:
All of the riders seem to be affected by the sight before them, though
Saleh seems to care more about her appearance than about the death and
destruction she has just witnessed. Following a suggestion from
Tatewin, Andahar decides to split up their group to better search for
survivors of the Nadusi attack on the Nomad camp. Andahar sends Memnon
with Saleh, and takes Tatewin with him.
Respectfully submitted by:
Carys Murray
As
Tatewin rider of Tatezi
And
Arlene Jacobs
As
Andahar, rider of Bohoc
Saleh, rider of Mystarria
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Message: 2
Date: Tue, 25 Jan 2005 02:35:59 -0800
From: "Tree Deutscher" <treedr@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [USS Capricorn] Wave of Guilt
MD 4:1200 XO's Office
The check up and decontamination procedures seemed to take forever. It
was finally over and Montana had gone straight to her office to sort
out what she thought she knew. She'd barely spoken to Avi but didn't
doubt he be calling her soon to debrief her. The longer he took the
better though as she really wanted to get things in order. Her mind was
still a bit hazy and she was having problems coordinating her thoughts,
it was clearing up slowly though now that they were away from the
planet, or was it the Marquis that had been causing it?
Sitting at her desk a wave of exhaustion came over her, but then she
shouldn't be surprised she and the others were now over 24 hours
without sleep. At least as far as she knew. Leaning back in her chair
the redhead rested her head on her hand. Closing her eyes images of the
night before took over her mind and her body relaxed fading into that
subliminal awareness someplace between wakefulness and sleep.
1220
Montana jerked awake at the sound of a faint click. Yawning, she
stretched and began downloading the re****ts coming in onto separate
padds, something she did out of habit when she had a puzzle to piece
together, and right now she had a big one.
1230
Staring intently at the padd's lined up in front of her, a deep frown
marred the First Officer's face as she scanned each one. Finally,
leaning back she crossed her arms letting out a deep sigh. The away
mission had been a total disaster. How had she been so easily
blindsided? But there was nothing on any of their instruments to
indicate that the team was in any kind of danger. All the proper
precautions had been taken.
Actually, any trepidation she had felt had come from the Marquis
himself. How was it that she had been so drawn, yet repelled by him at
the same time? And how in the hell had she been stupid enough to put on
a dress a total stranger? Heck, even Avi had a hard time achieving
that, let alone a red one that looked like she'd been poured into it.
Was it possible the man could have some kind of mind controlling
psychic abilities? That had to be the answer, as there was definitely
no other reason she could think of that would cause her to become so
compliant even in a first contact situation.
If she'd had any inkling of the danger they were in she would have
never split the team. A wave of guilt swept over the tall redhead and
she pushed it away, now was not the time for such things. Sadly, making
decisions that later came to bite one in the ass was part of her job,
like now for instance. She'd had a feeling previously that Starfleet
hadn't told them everything and now she was sure of it. She hated
secrets, especially when it cost lives.
Re****ts from the Doctor and the others on the team created a very
strange scenario. The whole situation stunk big time, and she didn't
doubt for a second this Marquis fellow was right in the center of it
all. Did he know about these creatures? If he did, why save only part
of the team and not all of it? There was no previous record of any such
species in all of the re****ts she'd seen on Marin, past or present.
Also, the Marquis had stated there were no animals yet there was the
appearance of these creatures. If there was no animals as such, was
this their food source? From the disjointed description they didn't
sound very appetizing. One re****t made the creature sound like a
gigantic rat, another a weasel and yet another described it as
something akin to a mutated cross between the two.
Not one thing jived with any of their previous readings and she could
bombard herself with questions all day but it wasn't getting any
answers.
Then there was the sighting of an earth type tiger of all things, which
some re****ts stated it appeared as if the large feline was actually
protecting them for some reason.
At first it had puzzled her until she read Urys and A'Kora's re****ts
which mentioned a small black cat. Bless their Engineer's Vulcan
upbringing, her attention to detail was impeccable and with her brain
still a bit fuzzy Montana would have never made the connection right
away except for A'Kora's detailed description of an amulet that hung
from the cat's neck.
The First Officer let out a sigh then a yawn as she ran her fingers
through her hair then leaned forward to stare down at the words on the
padd. Was it possible? How the hell did she get clear out here?
Rereading all the re****ts mentioning both felines Montana pursed her
lips thoughtfully. She could be wrong but she very much doubted it, and
Avi wasn't going to like this one bit.
1300
Checking the casualty list she noted that Martin and Lewis were MIA.
Were they dead, wounded or in hiding and unable to contact the ****p?
Was it possible she unknowingly sent them to their deaths? The last
contact with them was when she'd sent them out to contact the away team
and the ****p. Closing her eyes for a brief moment she brought their
faces to mind as they'd walked out the ancient gate. Letting out a deep
sigh Montana grabbed her padd and headed for the briefing.
Respectfully submitted by,
Tree Deutscher
AKA
Commander Montana Phillips, First Officer
USS Capricorn
***Summary***
MD 1200
Montana goes to her office. Thinking over things she dozes
1220
After a little power nap Montana wakes and starts downloading re****ts
onto separate padds.
1230
Montana tries to piece the puzzle together concerning the planet and
makes a startling discovery
1300
Checking he casualty list Montana notes that Martin and Lewis are
listed as missing then grabs her padd and heads to the briefing.
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