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1. [DL-W] the voice in your head.
From: Bianca Payne <biancaknox@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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2. USS Capricorn: One day at a time
From: Josh Turnof <josh@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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3. [DL-N] somber re****t
From: Bianca Payne <biancaknox@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Message: 1
Date: Fri, 21 Oct 2005 11:39:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bianca Payne <biancaknox@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [DL-W] the voice in your head.
At the hatching....
Jilly felt a hand in her back pu****ng her forward towards the hot
sands. She was still rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. It had been
a long night. After the two riders had checked the bear out and
patched up it's wounds, she'd felt better about the carnival and had
been more willing to participate and gawk at the shows and performances
with the rest of the warrenfolk. She'd stumbled off to her bed at a
very, very late hour.
The early trumpetting of the queen dragon had woke her, and she and the
rest of the searchlings had been rushed into clothes and pushed across
the green towards the hatching cavern amid the mad crush of more than
half the warren. She saw a girl rush out on the sands to help a newly
hatched baby dragon, and the look on the girl's face was akin to the
bliss of someone who'd tasted their first slice of Aunt Genny's peach
cobbler.
The baby dragon was all covered in the wet goo of all newly born
things. It looked messy and the heat in the cavern and the press of
all the people made her head hurt. Someone stepped on her foot, and
she yelped in pain. A couple more searchlings had found their way onto
the sand. Both were wearing slightly stupefied looks of surprise.
"Go on. Go get your dragon, girl." An old man pushed her forwards
towards the edge of the sands. "The one talking to ye in yer head. Go
find 'er." He looked out at the other searchlings with their dragons,
wearing those silly, happy smiles. Jilly followed his gaze towards the
remaining eggs, rocking back and forth on the sands. One of them had
broken a chunk out of their shell, but hadn't burst out yet.
Jilly tried to listen for the voice in her head, but the noise of the
crowd made it impossible to hear much beyond the occasional trumpetting
sound of success as dragons and searchlings found one another. It was
all very confusing and uncomfortable.
Jilly closed her eyes, trying to concentrate, to hear this 'voice' in
her head, but she felt silly. There was no one talking to her. She'd
just keep trying.
Finally the noise started to die away, and the press of people wasn't
so close. She openned her eyes.
There were no more eggs on the sand, just a litter of shells that were
being picked up and collected into baskets by people. The searchlings
were all busy feeding buckets of raw bloody meat to the babies. Jilly
curled her lip up, a little disgusted by the slurping noises and gory
sight. Spectators were filing out of the cavern towards the impromptu
hatching celebration that had started in the dining hall.
Most people passing past her refused to meet her eyes, and one or two
gave her pitying looks. Jilly bit her bottom lip. It was over. It
was over and she hadn't been chosen. She wasn't getting a dragon baby.
None of the dragons wanted her. She felt her chest tighten and burn.
Her eyes stung. She wasn't good enough. Too dumb to get a dragon.
Too tall or too stupid or too silly. Silly Jilly. Why would anyone
want her anyway. Jilly turned and bolted out of the cavern, shoving
people out of her way as she ran, uncaring as tears streamed down her
face. Her only thought was to run...run and hide. When it was dark
she'd find a way to sneak out of the warren undetected. She couldn't
stay. She was shamed. She couldn't bear those pitying looks. They
all knew she wasn't good enough for a dragon. Jilly ran and hid.
-Respectfully submitted by,
Bianca Payne
aka Jilly
Summary:
At the hatching, Jilly watches as hatchlings and searchlings join, but
does not get a dragon of her own. Ashamed she runs and hides, thinking
she'll sneak out of the warren after dark.
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Message: 2
Date: Fri, 21 Oct 2005 15:27:28 -0400
From: Josh Turnof <josh@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: USS Capricorn: One day at a time
MD 5: 1700
<snip>
<Avi's Ready Room, approx 1900 (change if that doesn't work for you,
Josh!)>
Istria stood to attention, ignoring Avi's offer of a chair and attempt
to
make her relax.
"I am assuming that Marquis and his people will soon be leaving us,"
she
continued.
Avi nodded.
"I would request permission to leave with them," she said.
<end snip>
"Request denied, Lt." Avi said, manner-of-factly. "Because they are
not
going to be leaving any time soon. The request for transfer to DS3 was
rejected. I don't know what is going on, but I have a call with
Admiral
Jackson, and so I will ask him then. Until then, however..."
"Then, sir, I request a mental leave." Avi looked at her, angry that
she'd
interrupted him. His stern look did not, however, do anything to
soften her
request.
"Denied, again, Lt. You are needed aboard this vessel, in your current
position. I need not tell you that you signed an oath..."
"Which was broken by the spooks who killed any chance we might have had
of
making peace with the people who USED to live there!" Istria bellowed.
"Settle down." Avi chided.
"I will not be treated like some impudent child!" Istria countered.
"I. Said. Settle. down." Avi intoned forcefully. "This is not a
request.
Were you lied to? Yes. Were our guests tampered with? All evidence
says
yes. Did we just get out of a very sticky situation? Yes." Avi
leaned
back in his chair. She refused to sit, and he was allowing that moment
of
stubbornness in her for the time being. "However, stable routines are
what
we need right now. Therefore, all leaves have been cancelled. All
****fts
off have been cancelled."
"Captain! Listen..." She started to protest.
"No!" Avi was now running out of patience. "You will listen. I am
the
captain of this ****p. I am not going to tolerate this discussion any
further. Are we clear?" She stood at attention, following his
outburst.
"Yes. Sir."
"Good." Avi stood up, and adjusted his sweater. "Now, I have modified
the
bridge duty schedule, so you are not on duty for another 22 hours. I
trust
you will use that time wisely." He said, walking over to the
replicator.
"Unless there is something else, you are dismissed." He didn't turn
his
back to say it. He didn't want to have to regret his decision. She
was
hurt, maybe even angry at him. Either way, however, she knew what his
orders were. If she chose to disobey them, well, that was her choice.
****
MD 5: 1730
Amy walked down the hall towards her quarters. She was lucky enough to
have
hers at the end of the hall. It didn't mean that much in terms of
size, but
did for the view. She loved having either the front or rear sides of
the
****p. No real reason why, it just made her feel like she could see
what was
happening. Her therapist as a child said it made her feel more in
control.
It was probably also why she locked the holodeck for her many trips to
the
"beach."
Entering her quarters, she signaled for the lights to turn on. Pulling
her
new uniform from her body, she lied down on her bed. Her conversations
today had gone well. She wasn't entirely used to the more "traditional
counseling" that Avi requested, having spent as many years as she did
with
Renee. Although, there were definitely some people on board that she
wouldn't mind engaging in her more "preferred" form of therapy.
Reviewing her day's patients was a soothing way for her to drift off
into a
relaxing sleep, but today she was much too wired. Her mind was racing
with
the events of the past 7 hours. J'aq was much too tense. Her
supervisor's
obsessive need to be right wasn't so bad as the fact that it made her
much
too uncomfortable when he got as close as he did. She'd have to talk
to him
about that.
Then there was a very curious case between of an officer feeling
incredibly
flushed in the face and almost violent toward his replicator, but then
just
as suddenly, his violence faded. He claimed it happened two or three
times.
But what made this case even more interesting was that he comes from a
planet of purely pacifists.
And of course, there was Ury. She was his most intriguing character.
She
liked him a lot, for obvious reasons. But it was his psyche that was
bothering her. He was very fragile for someone in his position.
Normally,
Security and Tactical people are tough, go-getting, nothing bothers me
unless I bother them first, kind of guys. He would definitely need
more
"studying."
Sitting up, and looking over at her chronometer, she realized it was
time
for her to start her next round of research. So, she tapped her badge
and
called her patient.
<snip>
Tapping the badge he answered the call, "Rogan here".
*Mattheson here,* came a familiar voice. *Are you off duty yet?*
Ury's laughter rumbled forth. "Just off duty, lieutenant, is there
something you need?"
*Your company, if you're up to some holodeck 'games'.* Amy's voice
chirped.
"Right, the holo program you'd wanted me to see!" Ury grinned. He
knew
of course that he hadn't forgotten for a second that Amy would be
waiting for him at the end of the day.
<end snip>
"Yes, Lt." Amy said, thinking about the locations of the Holodecks.
"Why
don't you meet me on Deck 11? I'll be waiting. Matheson out."
Putting on her best (and easiest) pullover and sarong, she left her
quarters
to meet Ury. With considerable effort, she got there a few moments
before
he did, and was leaning up against the doorframe eying him up and down.
"Evening, sailor."
"Hi there." Ury responded. "So what did you want to show me?"
"Oh, if only you knew..." She purred, turning around to open the door
to
the holodeck. "Yes. I like this place. It helps me think, so I'll
open it
to you.
"You see, Ury," she said, walking through the door, onto gorgeous sand;
her
feet lapped with water. "Our lives are much too busy. We're
constantly
living under siege, because, we're literally under siege almost every
day.
Sometimes we need a place to relax; a place to sort things out."
"I see."
"Well, not exactly, because what I also did was program this session
with
your friendly neighborhood villains. Stay here long enough, and they
show
up. Today, they're turned off. But, sometimes, when all I want to do
is
hit someone, they're there for me. Lie down." She signalled to a
chair
beneath a palm tree.
"Okay," Ury said, distracted.
"They really are turned off, Ury. No one's coming for you." She said,
sitting on one of the extremely comfortable lounge chairs. Her legs
extended all the way out, and as a slight breeze blew, her sarong
lifted
slightly beneath her.
His eyes perked up a bit, but he sat down next to her in the other
chair.
"So, what did you want to talk about?"
<Tag Arle!>
*****
MD 5: 1900
<snip>
"Ahha, it's about the cat?" Maria interjected.
Part of what she had to tell him was classified but the other part
would
just be a distasteful subject to him more then anything. But she felt
it
really was necessary and the right thing to do. Taking a deep breath
Montana
slowly exhaled trying to figure out how to word it so hopefully Avi
wouldn't
explode but she couldn't think of any gentle way to do this.
Thoughtfully
she rubbed her cheek, "Avi, I think 'you' should personally thank her
for
her help."
The sound of the man choking on his drink brought Harry to his feet to
pat
on his Captain's back. "Jeezus Montana, what are you trying to do, kill
him!"
<end snip>
"No." Avi said, softly, once he was finally able to breathe again. As
the
outburst subsided, he coughed again. "Definitely not."
"Avi." Montana started, but Avi -- who was making a habit of this --
interrupted her.
"No."
"You need to."
"I really don't."
"Without her, we wouldn't have many members of our crew
left........and........" she paused not wanting to even admit the
possibility but Montana knew it had to be said, "possibly no ****p!""
"And with her, we're breaking about 14 intergalactic treaties, the
Prime
Directive, and numerous other Starfleet regulations." Avi pointed out.
It
was actually only 7 that he knew of, but why bother arguing without
hyperbole.
Not only did she aid Ury's team by keeping the mutated Marin's busy,
she
helped us in the caves below the castle and she got A'Kora's team to
the
rest of the group." Montana emitted a deep sigh, "And I know this is
crazy
but my gut instinct tells me she was there at the trans****t site, she
had to
be, I don't think we would have all made it back if she hadn't been!"
"And she makes my life nuts and miserable for every minute she's on
board."
"The two are a bit irrelevant, Avi." Maria pointed out.
"Whose side are you on?" Avi whipped around.
"Neither, just saying that your argument is flawed if that's your
logic."
"Plus," Harry cut in to save his wife from what was probably going to
be a
life of reorganizing all of the different solutions the Science
Department
had as punishment. "Really this isn't a case of you needed to award
her a
special medal or a commendation. All this is is thanks. And then
shove her
out the next airlock you can find..."
"Well, I wouldn't go that far," Montana stopped his flight a-fancy.
"I wouldn't hold my breath here, but I'll think about it." Avi finally
conceded by slumping his shoulders.
"Great, Avi, I think you might..."
"Montana, I said, I'd think about it. Are we finished with this
excruciating conversation?" Avi said, getting testy now.
"Yes, now who wants cake?" Harry said, standing up from the table.
After
another hour of painful mocking and jest, Avi and Montana said good
night to
one of the few married couples on board and walked back towards their
respective quarters.
"I can't believe I'm going to have to do this." He said, as they
approached
his quarters first.
"So you've decided?"
"Yeah, but only on one condition."
"Name it," Montana, not wanting to sink this now that she'd almost
sealed
the deal, said, but almost regretting it, as he opened the door to his
quarters.
"After you." He ushered her in, and after looking around to make sure
no
one could see, he smacked her on the bottom before the door closed
behind
the two of them.
******
MD 6/BD 1:0900 Morning status Briefing
"There has been no trace of him at all?" Montana questioned.
"None Commander." A=B9Kora replied. "I contacted the authorities on
Teanna IV
again but they have found nothing. I=B9m not surprised though, as the
logs
show he signed back in after the sweep, signed in for duty, but never
signed
out. No one has seen him since."
The Captain thoughtfully leaned back in hisr chair, "I get the feeling
that
you suspect foul play?"
The Engineer nodded, "Yes, I do Commander!" Came the crisp answer.
The Senior officers both looked to the Security Chief whom nodded in
agreement. "We=B9ve found nothing that would indicate his
disappearance!" Ury
nodded in agreement with the Engineer.
Avi stroked his chin thoughtfully,. "I=B9m open for suggestions?"
<Tag: Rob and Arle!>
[=2E.] Several minutes later
After the various officers gave their re****ts Avi rose to get another
cup of
tea from the replicator platform. "Good, is there anything else?"
"Yes, sir, Starbase 514 re****ts that we'll be taking on three new
ambassadors for trans****t, plus receive two more officers and one guest
with
the next D-Warp that arrives." A'kora re****ted.
"Thank you, Commander. And how are the repairs going to the main sensor
array?"
"Good, sir. We should have the new dish installed with the minor arrays
configured before the Ambassadors arrive."
"Excellent. Please keep Ensign Medina apprised of your progress. In
fact,
Ensign," Avi turned to face the new Ops officer. "You're going to work
down
in Engineering with Commander A'kora so you can learn a bit more about
these
new arrays. I'm told they're quite special."
"Aye, sir, but I can tell you all about them already..."
"Thank you, Ensign." Avi cut him, not having had enough caffeine yet
for his
bravado. Nor had he gotten much sleep last night, as part of his
"payment"
for his magnanimity. "Is there anything else?"
"No sir." Most of the senior officers spoke up and said.
"Good. Then in that case, everyone enjoy what little rest you can get.
When
are the ambassadors scheduled to come on board?"
"514 tells me that they can't wait to get them off loaded, but we're
not
required to pick them up until we get our last remaining officers on
board
later today or tomorrow." Rico re****ted.
"Okay, that's good to know. Well, with that, you're all dismissed." As
everyone got up to leave, Avi thought to himself that he'd never
bothered to
ask the one most im****tant question. "Oh, Ensign? Who are the
ambassadors?"
"Yes, they're Chon Wyon Tull, and Fwen Tlon Tull and Salda Tlan Tull,
the
Ferran Ambassadors. Have you ever heard of them?" Rico asked, as
Montana and
Avi stopped dead in their respective tracks.
"Oh god." they both shuddered. "Yes, I have. Everyone better sit back
down,
we have a lot of talking to do." Avi collapsed into his chair. This was
going to take a while.
<NRPG: Taps Tree on the shoulder>
****
Respectfully Submitted
(a very terrified) Captain Avi Reckage, MD
Commanding Officer (looking for a hatch off)
USS Capricorn
NCC 1753
NRPG -- There will be a lot more on our soon to be joining Ambassadors,
plus, we haven't heard the last of the Marin's, our murder, and, we
have
another returner, Brian Davidson, who will be bringing on his newest
ruffian
soon.
For those who celebrated recently, Happy New Year, and for those who
didn't,
happy Halloween! ;)
Summary:
MD 5:1700 -- Istria expresses her objections and offers to resign. Avi
rejects. They fight. We laughed, we cried, it was better than Cats.
MD 5:1730 -- Amy and ury "hook up" again and she shows him her beach.
MD 5:1900 -- Speaking of cats, Avi nearly chokes when Montana claims
Avi
should thank her. Medical records pending on his near-death
experience.
MD6/BD 1:0900 -- Staff meeting. Senior staff briefed on new boarders.
What
will they think of next?
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Message: 3
Date: Fri, 21 Oct 2005 12:33:27 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bianca Payne <biancaknox@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [DL-N] somber re****t
Day 19 after the quake
Z'ak found the warrenlady in her office and stepped inside. Jeneve
glanced up from the first of the damage re****ts to see him wearing an
awful look on his face.
"What is it Z'ak?"
"It's D'lion and Dargis, my lady. We...we found them in the garden.
Um. I don't know why the dragons didn't let us know. Some of the
crater wall fell. Several large boulders. D'lion was struck and
Dargis..." His voice faltered. "His heart...we think the shock of
D'lion's..."
"Z'ak?" Jeneve's eyes seemed to widen and she stood up behind her
desk.
"Dargis and D'lion...They're dead, my lady."
<tag, Carina>
Respectfully and sorrowfully submitted by,
Bianca Payne
borrowing Z'ak
Summary:
After the quake on Day 19
Z'ak re****ts to Jeneve that D'lion was struck by a boulder during the
quake and the shock of his death caused Dargis's heart to fail. They
are both dead.
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