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1. [USS Capricorn] Under Cover of the Night (Fwd For Rob)
From: "Tree Deutscher" <treedr@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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2. [DL-N] In Vino Veritas?
From: Bianca Payne <biancaknox@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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3. [DL-N] Bazil's security blanket
From: Katie <wildcat10984@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Message: 1
Date: Tue, 12 Jul 2005 10:10:43 -0700
From: "Tree Deutscher" <treedr@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [USS Capricorn] Under Cover of the Night (Fwd For Rob)
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Tuesday, July 12, 2005 8:43 AM
Subject: [USS Capricorn] Under Cover of the Night
<A'kora>
The difficulties in getting the lost shuttle back into operational
conditions were not so much technical as they were time consuming.
Abandoned to the climate and unusual radiations of the strange
planet, the "infrastructure" of the shuttle's operations had
deteriorated badly. Entire cable runs had required replacement and
the life sup****t module had to be exchanged with one from the ****p,
which in turn required modification due to the advancements in
design.
Swap a few control modules or some of the navigational circuitry and
it was easy to get a grounded shuttle into space. If it failed
then, well the ****p's tractor beam could handle the rest. But a
failure of the exhaust conduit, power ****elding or the fuel lines
and there would be nothing to pick up except the small amount of
remains that didn't burn up in atmospheric reentry.
Her initiation to star****p maintenance and design had been at the
hands of a foul-mouthed Andorian on a tramp freighter some five
decades ago. As an officer in Star Fleet, A'kora rarely worked on
equipment at this level, and though loath to admit it to anyone, she
found it quite relaxing to lose herself in the physical work of
rebuilding the shuttle from the inside out. A few stains on her
coveralls were more than a fair trade for returning the vehicle to a
condition where it was capable of reaching escape velocity and
maintaining an orbit. However, until she had the stabilization
control array fully operational, it would be quite the bumpy ride.
Bending down with a test probe in hand, A'kora looked beneath the
navigator console and began checking to see which connector had
collected enough corrosive build up to be causing her current
dilemma. Caught up in her thoughts of wiring and propulsion
controls, she did not notice that she was softly singing a bawdy
tune in Andorian under her breath.
<Petra>
The woman carried an aura of great power and that's exactly what
would be needed. Scooting behind a chair the cat watched the woman
closely as she bent under the console muttering to herself in an
unfamiliar language. After a few moments sure she hadn't been
noticed the almond shaped eyes took on an eerie glow. Moving swiftly
the cat trotted up to the woman and with a loud purr rubbed her body
against the woman's backside.
A'Kora jumped bumping her head on the underside of the console and
the engineer uttered a string of gutteral oaths as she swung around
to find a cat sitting there staring at her.
"So you're back?" The CEO said waving a tool threateningly at the
feline. "Shoo.....go away!"
Petra stared at the woman then began licking her paw the sharp claws
extending with each pass of the raspy tongue. **You need to come.**
she purred loudly in a way the woman couldn't understand. She rarely
spoke to any human-types, at least in a way they could understand,
but then she didn't have too. Though she wasn't telepathic she did
have the ability to mentally impress suggestions but this woman
wasn't as weak minded as most, and it was obvious it was going to
take a little more convincing.
Sheathing her claws the cat moved to the door then sat and gazed at
the woman. *"I think the Cat-hater and the others could use some
help.** the feline sounds rumbled in the confined space.
A'Kora's eyes narrowed as she stared at the cat. "What do you want
Cat?"
**The name's Petra and I want you to get off your behind and come
on!" She hissed in a non-threatening manner.
The engineer rose to her feet and the little black cat bounded
towards her rubbing around her legs almost tripping the woman. Then
running to the door the cat stopped and looked back meowly loudly.
A'Kora raised a brow watching the cat closely obviously perturbed
yet curious by the odd confrontation.
Petra sighed, this was going to be harder then she thought. Jumping
on a nearby chair her tail twitched sharply as she swatted the air
with a half meow and growl before jumping down and trotting in a
circle towards the shuttle door. **Listen I'm not a damned dog,
would you just c'mon!**
<A'kora>
"Curiouser and curioser." A'kora watched the little beast. "You
certainly have some intent beyond the intellectual capacity of the
feline you resemble."
A'kora squatted down, lowering herself to be more level with her
agitated visitor.
"You are not a member of the Exec's menagerie." A'kora said, before
amending. "At least, not one of which I have been warned. And it
seems almost as if I sense some pressure from you."
The feline in question simply sat, tail twitching. Given enough
time, humans and their allies eventually caught up with cat thinking.
"Suspicious though I am of everything this planet has produced, I
think a telepathic hunter would have a stronger compulsion
than `follow me' for capturing it's prey." A'kora conceded to the
silently shouting cat. "And if such an ambush were to be your
intent, there were easier and more obvious choices outside the
shuttle."
Petra stretched, the feline equivalent of rolling her eyes, and
bounded out the open shuttle hatch. A'kora followed, checking the
charge of her personal phaser as she did. There was an urgency that
suggested danger in whatever telempathic message the cat was
sending. If she had possessed the skill at "Vulcan mysticism" equal
to a ten-year-old child from that planet then A'kora might have been
able to open herself to the message being sent. The feline mind was
too different and reaching such empathic resonance always came with
difficulty to A'kora; even with a humanoid, mind-melds were painful
and slow.
"We are leaving." A'kora stated as she exited after Petra.
"Excuse me, Ma'am?" The leader of the security detail was startled
by the sudden appearance and command from the Cheng.
"Did I speak unclearly?" A'kora leveled her gaze upon him.
"No." The man gulped. "No Ma'am." He tapped his comm badge and
ordered. "Close in and form up. We're moving out."
Hand lights stabbed out into the twilight, tho they didn't go far
due to the thickness of the vegetation. A'kora felt a twinge of
disapproval, of annoyance, as Petra mentally scorned the human lack
of night vision. Her own sight was capable of registering into the
ultra violet range, a normal genetic gift from both sides of her
parentage. Moonlight was more than adequate to allow her to follow
the cat, though the dense foliage would reduce her sensitivity once
they were beneath the canopy of the trees.
"Tell your men to ****ft to eye arr." A'kora ordered.
"You heard the lady." The NCO said, activating the HUD unit of his
security armor and flicking his hand light to the infrared
spectrum. The rest of the detail complied.
"I will see well enough." She replied. "And despite what holo-
stories would have you believe, very few predators hunt by heat. It
is too easily confused by background radiation."
Not that seeing helped much when the humans lumbered along making
enough noise for thirty cats, Petra thought to herself. She bounded
ahead, pausing for a moment at the edge of the cleared area and
looking back at A'kora.
"Where are we going, Ma'am?" One of the security detail asked.
"This way." A'kora replied, following Petra into the forest.
<Tags to Tree>
Summary
Explaining where A'kora has been while her writer has had his head
up his butt the last couple of months, our Cheng has finished fixing
the abandoned shuttle craft, though it will take a very good pilot
to get it off the ground until the tweaking is done. Contacted by
Petra, A'kora senses the message of urgency and takes her security
detail looking for trouble, led by the mysterious feline.
Respectfully submitted by
Robert Bergeron
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A'kora; Cheng of USS Capricorn
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Message: 2
Date: Tue, 12 Jul 2005 14:50:15 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bianca Payne <biancaknox@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [DL-N] In Vino Veritas?
Day 8
Sunset
Mallory hastily braided back the hair at her temples and tied it back
with a ribbon in the long steam-fogged mirror while trying not to get
elbowed out of the way by the dozen other people getting ready in the
bathhouse. The hatching party should be starting about now. Giving up
on trying to improve her appearance, the new trainee stepped away from
the mirror, just glad to be clean and wearing something not blood
spattered.
The hatchlings were sleeping off the stu**** of stuffing themselves
repeatedly, piled together like young puppies, in a spot not far from
the dining hall. Mallory had seen people preparing some outdoor tables
and setting up torches and lanterns in the area outside the dining
hall, so that the party could spill out into the lovely, warm spring
evening. She'd also seen a large number of wooden casks and barrels
being rolled into the dining hall from the cool lower cellars when
she'd run inside early to fetch more sausage rolls. Inside the dining
hall, everything that had stood still long enough had been bedecked
with ribbons or flowers or both. Extra lanterns brightened the room up
for the festive occasion. No expense was being spared that she could
see. It looked to be at least as big a celebration as the Spring
Equinox festival that the Temple in Voldorra put on every year.
Wondering if all this fuss was normal for a warren hatching, she left
the bathhouse and headed out along the path across the Green towards
the site of tonight's festivities. The hatchlings hadn't stirred, and
she could sense only the faint hint of dreams from Lily's sleeping
mind. Pausing on the path to watch the sleeping pile of new dragon
babies, she easily spotted the metallic black form of her own, curled
up between the young brown male, Bazil, and the champagne colored
female, Purity. The others were all curled around them, except the
purple and yellow one, whose tail was providing a pillow for one of the
others. She was just a few inches away from the pile. Only the tail
linked her to her hatchmates.
"Who would think to look at 'em that they could eat a couple of cows a
piece.and only a day old?" Mallory glanced over her shoulder at the
speaker as Cherry approached her on the same path. The dark haired
girl had finally gotten into something besides just the chemise she'd
worn to the hatching. Her blue dress, and dark blue bodice was finely
made, but simple in design. Mallory was glad her mother had brought
her some embroidered sashes to belt around her plain linen dress. The
red and gold sashes made her feel less drab. "Now come away quickly.
We don't want to wake them." Cherry tugged the girl's arm leading her
away, down the path towards the dining hall again with enthusiasm.
"This is going to be a great night."
[.]
Getting Late into the Evening
The new trainees had a table just for them, and for the most part they
had stayed there as the happy occasion got happier and louder. Antwin
and a few other visiting bards were playing a merry tune by the
fireplace where a few bold couples were dancing. Most everyone seemed
to have a glass in hand of either ale or beer. A few of the visiting
nobility carried wine glasses as they visited amongst each other.
There was lots of laughter and chatting as the warren and her visitors
celebrated not only a hatching, but also the apparent end of the
Norwall curse. No one had been specific what that curse had
involved, but they all seemed mightily glad it was over.
Mallory slowly sipped on a mug of cool ale and looked around her.
Cherry had left the table and was standing with a group of riders near
the fireplace, her arm casually linked with an auburn haired rider
while she sipped heartily from a mug of frothy dark beer. The dark
haired woman looked up at the tall rider with an impish, familiar grin.
She'd quite obviously made herself at home.
So too had the odd looking woman with the steel grey hair. She stood
with a very tall pale man. The two seemed deep in conversation, but
they kept smiling almost shyly at each other.
There were others around the room that had paired up or arrived
together. There was a couple who looked like nothing so much as a
pair of thieves, sharing a mug of something, and looking happy and
drunk. The woman's outfit was dusted with grey cat hair in places. A
couple of men, twins by the look of them, with the stain of coal dust
still in their hair were sharing a table with a very curvy young woman
who was knocking back mugs with regularity, a slightly roundish young
woman in browns who was hoarding a plate of something that looked like
brown squares, and a tall quiet looking man with red hair and blue
tattoos on his face and arms. The tattooed man didn't talk much but
his occasional comments seemed to bring a steady round of laughter to
the group. Up on the visitor's dais, the warrenlady, Jeneve, was
sitting next to a handsome man in fine clothing, clearly a nobleman.
He kept both their glasses full from a bottle beside his plate and was
doing his best to keep the
lady's attention only on himself.
The gorgeous blond man on Jeneve's other side abandoned his attempts to
engage the warrenlady into conversation and instead offered mugs of
beer and reassuring pats on the back to the small red head next to him
who looked vaguely unhappy and kept glancing at the doorway as though
searching for someone.
There had been some children running around earlier but as the drinks
started flowing more freely, an older lady had come and shooed them off
to bed. The dinner was over now anyway, though several trays of
desserts and treats were still making the rounds, and mugs a plenty
were carried by buxom serving girls who giggled and flirted and seemed
to have sampled the wares they were supposed to be serving, almost as
much as the dragonriders were. There was a group of men and women who
seemed to be forming a chain by grabbing the hips of the person in
front of them and jigging in a line as they wove in and out of the
crowd to the raucous music of the bards, singing as they went.
[.]
Midnightish
Mallory blinked and watched the empty bottom of her mug come into
focus. Glancing up she saw Jocko asleep at the table, his head
propped up on his folded arms. Wood had disappeared somewhere. The
party was still in full swing though Jeneve and the nobleman had
slipped off a little while ago together. So had the pale man and the
grey haired woman. Two of the bards by the fireplace were singing a
jaunty song about a farmer's daughter needing help to get her field
plowed while the others wet their whistles. The crowd on that side of
the room was clapping and singing along by the second verse. The
clapping made her head hurt.
An hour ago, Lily had woken up and moved to the hatching cave where the
warm sands would make a better bed. The others had followed sleepily
and settled back down again under the sheltering stone walls. Mallory
had wished her new friend sweet dreams, and promised her a big bucket
of food in the morning.
Morning was going to come awfully early too. Mallory put her mug down
and stood up on unsteady legs. She bumped her knee against the bench.
With great care, she managed to step one leg over the barrier.
Glancing down at the leg that remained behind with concentration, she
managed to lift it up, despite it's own weight. When she'd
successfully managed to put it back down on the right side of the
bench, despite the sudden tilting of the world, she stopped to grin
happily at her own accomplishment. Looking up she grinned at the
strange faces around her. No, that one wasn't strange. That was the
flower man. The one she'd run into earlier. He was sitting at a
nearby table chatting with an older man. She could ask him.
It was only a handful of steps over to the flower man's table but it
seemed her body weighed a lot more than usual. She stumbled once and
almost lost her balance. She raised her arms a bit for added balance
until she was upright again. She was still grinning over this new
discovery when she reached the other table.
"Hallo-o-o-o. Shhhh. Don't tell my Da that I drank, please." The
flower man and his older companion seemed to double into twins for a
second as her eyes lost focus again.
"Ah lass. Dunna worry your poor head none. I'll not tell your Pa."
The old man smiled up at her with friendly eyes and took a sip from his
own mug.
Mallory was confused. "I don't have a Pa. I have a Da. I have a
Momma too. And a brother. But no Pa." She shook her head. That
wasn't the point. "I don't know you. I know him." She pointed with a
shaky finger at the flower man. "I'm sorry about your flowers.
Earlier. When I fell. Can you help me? I have to get to the training
barracks. My head is all fuzzy. I need sleep. Sleep is good. Lily
is sleeping. I want to go to bed. Can you take me to bed, flower
man?"
<Tag, Everyone!>
Respectfully submitted by,
A very drunk Mallory, Aka Bianca Payne
Summary: Day 8
Sunset: Mallory stops to admire the babies until Cherry drags her to
the party.
Late in the Evening: Couples have paired off, Tallon and Jeneve, Freya
and Jale, Cat and Kaymann, etc, and some rowdier riders have started a
sort of conga line as the liquor really starts flowing fast.
Midnightish: The party is still going on though some people have
slipped off into the night. The dragon babies have retired to the
hatching cave for the night. Mallory is very drunk and asks the flower
man, Dargis, to take her to her bed at the trainee barracks.
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Message: 3
Date: Tue, 12 Jul 2005 21:57:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: Katie <wildcat10984@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [DL-N] Bazil's security blanket
Day 8
Midnightish
He had had one to many drinks. Things were starting to
look a bit blurry, and he kept seeing images of books
saying Ar. He laid his head down on his arms and
slowly drifted of to sleep.
Before his sleep on the table he had talked, danced
with Beth and some other girls that had dragged him to
the dance floor.
His legs hurt and even thinking about it made his head
spin. Suddenly he was waken up by a tugging on his
pant leg. He looked under his arm expecting to see a
child, but it was Bazil. His eye half closed. With a
hard tug he pulled Jocko from his seat and started to
drag the man off. Pulling like a dog would at tug of
war. Normally he would have fought back, the he was
tired. After a moment of dragging he felt something
warm under him, Bazil had taken him to the hatching
caves. Jocko laid there on the warm sand. There was
pressure on his chest and legs. He tilted his head up,
Bazil had laid on him, his head on his chest and leg
and tail over his legs. With in moments other little
dragons were crowding around him and Bazil. Jocko
wasn't going any place soon. Not that he wanted to, it
was so warm and comforting. He ****fted a bit and
started to go back to sleep.
Bazil put a arm over Jocko's stomach and pulled him
close. [Mine....] he wispered in his mind.
Jocko patted the little browns nose.
Submitted by:
Katie
aka
Jocko & Bazil
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