There are 4 messages in this issue.
Topics in this digest:
1. [DL-C] There's No Place Like the Office
From: Alton Reich <alton.reich@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
>
2. [USS Calypso] A Gruff Welcome
From: "Tree Deutscher" <treedr@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
>
3. [DL-J] Sounds In The Silence
From: John Pepper <trissana@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
>
4. [USS Falcon] Time Marches On
From: Scott Huckaby <tyger30@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
>
________________________________________________________________________
________________________________________________________________________
Message: 1
Date: Fri, 28 Oct 2005 14:05:33 -0500
From: Alton Reich <alton.reich@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
>
Subject: [DL-C] There's No Place Like the Office
Day 6, Morning - Med Center
S'lomon entered the room to find his favorite patient out of bed, fully
dressed, and tying off the second of two papooses across her chest like
a Nomad chief would strap on his matched pair of swords. He paused for
a moment, surprised. "What are you doing?" he asked.
"I'm heading to my office for a while before I go absolutely crazy,"
Cynthia replied scooping Bhab up and tucking her into one of the
papooses. "I have a very powerful need to do paperwork and rearrange
patrol schedules."
S'lomon picked up K'rald and held the boy while Cynthia finished
settling his sister in. "Do I have to tell you to take it slow and
easy?"
"It couldn't hurt," Cynthia said with a smile, "but I don't gaurantee
that I'll listen."
"I can't say that I expect you to listen, but as a healer I feel
obligated to say it. It's part of what I do around here."
Cynthia took K'rald from him, "I appreciate that, and you should feel
free to stop by and check up on me later if you want."
"I may do that," he replied.
She headed toward the door with a baby on each hip. Before she reached
the door, S'lomon caught her attention, "Remember, Triss is still sick,
so avoid being around her. I'll expect you back here later."
"You do know that I've slept in my office before." She grinned and
dissapeared through the door before he could say anything else.
She walked down the corridor and out into the sun****ne. Syren was
dozing outside of the Med Center. It took her a moment to realize that
her rider was standing next to her head. She opened one of her eyes,
and regarded her rider, {What are you doing here?}
*Why is that everyone's reaction?*
{It seems like a perfectly reasonable question.} Syren stretched her
neck, her wings, and gave her tail a little shake. {And can I come. I
enjoy a good soak in the sun, but I'm getting bored.}
Cynthia laughed, *Me too, so I'm heading to the office.*
{Oh, that sounds very exciting,} Syren replied, her tone sarcastic.
{Mind if I tag along?}
*Only if you think you can handle all the wacky fun that's likely to
ensue.* Cynthia turned and started toward the path leading down from
the upper green toward her office.
Syren padded along behind her ride for a moment before pointing out, {I
could fly us down to your office.}
Cynthia looked at the babies, *I'm not sure these two are ready for
that
yet.*
Syren seemed to shrug, {Walking it is, then.}
Cynthia walked down the path that s****d across the face of the Warren.
On the lower green, a group of children were playing a game under the
watchful eyes of their teacher. She smiled, someday her babies would
be
down there kicking up dust. It seemed a long way in the future, but
she
was sure, when the day came, she'd be surprised that the time went so
fast.
She entered the Warren as Syren settled herself on the ledge outside.
Her office was just as she left it a week earlier, including the stack
of re****ts that needed to be read, and the paperwork that needed to be
done. Someone had been considerate enough to put two bassinets in the
room. She'd have to find out who and thank them, repeatedly. The
motion of her walk had put the twins to sleep, and she carefully placed
K'rald and Bhab in the bassinets and covered them with blankets. She
quietly waked to her desk, pulled out her chair, and got to work.
****
The Warren, as much as any other community, functioned well when
everyone was happy and well fed. Often, Cynthia mused, happiness had
alot to do with being well fed. The Warren's challenges were amplified
by the nearly hundred dragons that didn't eat grain, but ate livestock
that had to be kept well fed with grain. Unlike other carnivores,
dragons would complain when the sheep got a little thin.
Cynthia paused to rub her eyes, and look over at the twins before
refocusing on the page of figures in front of her. As she did every
autum, she had just finished estimating the amount of grain the Warren
had already stored away, and compared it to the amount they would need
to get through the winter. She also tended to spend several days
worrying that they would have to ration late in the winter, as she was
starting to do.
She was so engrossed in the numbers that she started at the light knock
at her door. Cynthia looked up and saw Calylin standing in the
doorway. Cynthis smiled, "I was looking at grain stores, and didn't
hear you walk up. Come in."
Caly entered the office and said, "I went to see you at the Med Center,
but..."
"I would have gone insane if I stayed there another day. The notion of
sitting in my office and doing paperwork was very appealing after
breakfast this morning. So, I gathered up the twins," she gestured
toward the babies who were starting to stir, "and we came over to catch
up."
Caly half nodded in response, "We tried to keep things running
smoothly."
She was distracted and the warrenlady could easily see that. "Is
everything ok Caly?"
Calylin blinked and then nodded to her. "Yeah, just a bit of unexpected
stuff going on."
Cynthia smiled and then glanced over towards the bassinets as the two
babies started crying at the same time. Cynthia started walking over
to
them muttering something about, knowing why women have two breasts.
Cynthia paused and got the far away look in her eyes as Syren told her
about the incoming dragons.
"Oh my. Caly could you do me a huge favor? We have new riders coming
in. Could you meet them on the green and bring them to Alania's
office?
I don't think I am going to be able to get away today." She scooped up
Bhab, "Besides, I don't think they'll want to meet me when I've got
these two... feeding."
Caly nodded and stood. "Yeah, I'd love to. It'll distract me from
my.... well distraction." She smiled weakly.
Cynthia raised an eyebrow. "Come back later. The babies should be
asleep in a few hours and we can talk about this distraction." She
smiled at Caly and then went off to take care of the crying babies.
Cynthia watched Caly head out of her office, and she picked up K'rald.
She turned toward he desk, but decided that she should probably close
her door before settling in with the babies. She kicked the door
closed
before getting comfortable in her chair. It took her a few moments to
arrange herself in her chair with a baby on each side. Cynthia leaned
back and closed her eyes, but as she relaxed, she could still see grain
store figures in her mind...
Summary:
Day 6 - Morning - Cynthia decides that she needs to get out of the Med
Center and goes to her office to catch up. Caly comes to see Cynthia
and is distracted by something. She sends Caly to meet the new riders
from Daere.
NRPG:
It felt good to write this. We're busy, and there's still stress, but
less. More should follow. JPs are welcome (if nothing else, they
force
me to sit down and write).
Submitted by,
Alton Reich
Cynthia and Syren
--
Alton J. Reich
<alton.reich@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
>
________________________________________________________________________
________________________________________________________________________
Message: 2
Date: Fri, 28 Oct 2005 14:53:12 -0700
From: "Tree Deutscher" <treedr@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
>
Subject: [USS Calypso] A Gruff Welcome
MD: 4:1527
<Snip>
Ignoring odd and surprised looks she made her way down to Sickbay. the
doors opened up, and Van glanced up as she stepped inside. Captain Reed
was standing in the center of Sickbay and a Denobulan man in a white
lab coat listening to a lecture about Semorian Sea Slugs and healing
burns. Brant shook his head, clearly unhappy. The Denobulan turned and
smiled at her. "Please state the nature of the medical emergency."
"Capitan?
<End Snip>
"Van!" Brant couldn't contain his pleasure at seeing his Chief Engineer
in tact. "It's really you right!"
"Yes, it's me!" She answered dryly, rubbing her arms vigorously to ward
of the ****vering.
Amber eyes roamed over the wet woman. "You look like you could use a
hot shower Lady?"
"Amongst other things! But the Counselor insisted I check in here
first!"
Reed nodded then glared at the EMH as it immediately began scanning the
dripping engineer. Van glanced at the Denobulan then arched a
questioning brow at the Captain. He let out a sigh, "We are without a
doctor at the present time. Ensign Grey and the Doctor have both been
transferred. As the EMH made irritatingly hmmms as he walked around the
dark-haired woman Brant scowled in disapproval. He distinctly
remembered the EMH being a stunning blonde with a silky smooth bedside
manner, and gorgeous legs up to her armpits. "This had to be someone's
idea of a perverted joke." He muttered more to himself then anyone.
Ortiz was not amused even when the hologram gave her a clean bill of
health. "If you'll excuse me I am going to my quarters now."
Brant nodded, giving the command to shut down the holo program he
followed her out the door. "It's good to have you back in one piece!"
"Trust me it's good to be in one piece!"
"I will let your people know the situation but not to expect you back
for bit. I want you to get some rest." Brant said as they walked.
Van nodded silently.
The edge of his lips curled up. "Of course. if you are itching to get
back to work you can start with the EMH! I distinctly remembered him
being a she!" He couldn't help but chuckle at the glare he received
knowing full well what she was thinking. Waving his finger at her,
"It's disrepectful to cuss out the Captain in a foreign language!"
Brant's face was somber but his amber gaze twinkled with a greenish
tinge of relieved amusment as he glanced down at the woman next to him.
Van had been with him from the very beginning, and if it hadn't been
for her expertise and that Venezuelan temper of hers, he doubted the
Caly would have launched on time. She had become more then just his
Chief Engineer, she had become a good friend and as Mikey had put in
his recent letter, Ortiz was one hellicious babe. Not that he cared for
this new fad of putting the word hell on everything, but he had to
agree with his son's assessment. He was definitely going to have to
talk to Anora and Fachel about this newest childhood phase. An
unconscious sigh escaped as he realized how much he missed his son, and
even the damned cat for that matter.
"Capitan?"
Brant tensed for a moment then smiled warmly. "Just thinking is all and
it really is good to have you back Van, and safe!" Realizing that they
were suddenly at her quarters he added, "Get some rest Ortiz, you know,
I think I could use a nap myself at this point! The crew has been going
non-stop for quite awhile now. Tell you what, I'll 'buy' you breakfast
and you can give me your re****t then! I'll meet you at the Cave at
0700!" With that the Caly Captain turned and walked away.
{Tag: Bianca}
MD 4:1630
<Snip>
Leaving his bags on board, Johnny took the lift to the Bridge and went
straight to the Captain's Ready Room. Upon receiving the all clear to
enter, he strode over to the desk and snapped a crisp salute.
"Ens. Jean T=EAmpete re****ting for duty SIR!"
<End Snip>
"Automatic control is non-functional? C'mon give me a break!" Brant
snorted at the Ensign standing in front of him. "Sit!" He commanded in
no mood to mince words with the pilot. He was tired and it was
definitely starting to wear on his nerves.
Jean Tempete dropped into the nearest chair and ignoring protocol made
himself quite comfortable.
Brant groaned inwardly as he introduced himself. He was being punished
to be sure, that was obvious, for what though he had no idea. His mind
raced trying to figure out which one of the brass in HQ he'd pissed
off. First they give him a haunted ****p, they steal his officers and
now they stick him with a hotheaded pilot and a tactical officer that
could turn even the toughest of his crew into a snack! Leaning back in
his chair he stared at the young man, then to the file as it appeared
on the screen. The silent groan grew louder and as he quickly scanned
the contents. Admiral Allan's comment jumped out at him and a headache
began.
>>>
Ens. Temp=EAte is a fine pilot and a sound engineer. His attitude leaves
a lot to be desired however and he needs to learn some respect for the
chain of command. I would wish any future commander good luck with
Temp=EAte - Admiral Edgar Allan, SF Testing Programme.
<<<<
Just what he needed was a hotdog out to prove himself to the world. Not
that he'd been the most obedient officer when he was younger, but that
was beside the point. "You're going to have to do a lot better then
that to impress me Tempete! It says here you are a damned fine pilot,
but I'll tell you right now Ensign, I don't condone recklessness unless
it's on my express orders and if you screw with my ****p I'll personally
throw you out the nearest airlock! Do we understand each other!"
Johnny nodded, any intimidation he might have felt was lost in the grin
he flashed at the Senior Officer.
Ignoring it Brant continued, "Anyone that comes on this ****p gets a
full medical and psych workup!" Forgetting he'd given the Operations
Chief time off Brant tapped his comm badge, [[Reed to Coltrane!]] When
Louie's voice came over the comm Brant immediately spoke [[Louie, we
have a knew officer, assign him some quarters, give him a tour, then
drop him off with the Counselor! Reed out!]]
{Tag: Josh}
Checking the chronometer, Brant finally smiled a weary smile. "Ensign,
you've got less then 4 hours to get settled in, I want you to re****t to
the bridge at 2200 sharp. You've got night ****ft, and don't be late!
You're Dismissed!" The Captain said casually waving at the door.
As Johnny rose to leave Brant cleared his throat to add, "And that
Clipper you cut off pulling your little stunt was carrying our new
Tactical Officer. I don't doubt he's probably outside waiting! If he
gives you hell about it, I don't want to hear it!"
NRPG: Tags to Ron and Peter, (have fun guys, just no mutilating or
maiming yet though! LOL)
Respectfully submitted by,
Tree Deutscher
AKA
USS Calypso
Captain Brant L. Reed, Commanding
***Summary**
MD 4:1527 Brant is perplexed by the Denobulan EMH and is glad to see
Van when she arrives. He waits for her to be checked out by the
holodoctor then walks her to her quarters inviting her to breakfast.
MD 4:1630 Brant meets Johnny and lets him 'know the rules'. He calls
Louie to take care of the newcomer.
[This message contained attachments]
________________________________________________________________________
________________________________________________________________________
Message: 3
Date: Fri, 28 Oct 2005 17:32:34 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Pepper <trissana@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
>
Subject: [DL-J] Sounds In The Silence
Kara****, Kataani Healer
Late Evening, Day 1
Kara**** had served most of his adult life as a healer, and a
significant ****tion of that in the service of the Imperial Army. It
was only because of the wide variety of experience that army life
provided that he was able to face the present services with equanimity.
His brigade had been deployed on the right side of the siege line, and
he'd heard there was supposed to have been an attack. However, for
reasons he had only heard rumors of, the attacks had taken place in the
wrong sectors of the front. His own brigade had sat quietly throughout
the battle, waiting for a call to action that never came. And Kara****
had felt, by the time evening came, that all the work he and the other
healers had put in - gathering supplies, preparing field dressing
stations and the like - had been for nothing. Until, that was, the
arrival of the two seadragons and their lander riders. Lander riders,
it should be noted, bearing a written order from General ****amo
himself, directing the brigade commander to place all of his medical
resources ashore in the service of the landers...well, humans, he
supposed he'd better get used to calling them. It was a bit of an
adjustment, but he felt sure he could handle it. He wasn't as sure
about the hard-bitten soldiers who
waited behind, within the combat lines of his brigade.
The humans' medical area...he'd heard it referred to as the "Med
Center," human words that had initially meant nothing to him but which
he had now committed to memory as a necessary part of his duties
here...was a bustle of activity, too many patients and far too few
medical personnel. He could see why the leader of this rustic place
had put in a request for the Empire's aid. Everywhere he looked,
people were running about pu****ng wheeled carts or carrying stretchers
with bloodied patients upon them, or hurrying from one operating area
to another with supplies. Already, the Kataani healers had pitched
into the fray, helping. He had been prepared to join them, when his
Chief Surgeon approached him.
"I have a special assignment for you," he said. "One of our healers ran
into an ex-Imperial soldier here who - get this - got himself stuck to
one of those damnable seadragons!"
"Really?" Kara**** asked, surprised. Wild seadragons had always been a
scourge of the Kataani people, raiding the undersea farms and ranches
that supplied the large cities like Neaopi and Nagaara, and
occasionally even making sneak raids on the outskirts of the cities
themselves. For a Kataani to associate with one of the beasts was hard
to fathom. But he'd also heard that the Emperor's own distant cousin
had done the same. Things just kept getting stranger and stranger...
"Yes, his name is Keersach," said the Chief Surgeon. "Anyway, he
speaks these peoples' language, and he said there's someone pretty
im****tant that their healers don't seem to be able to do much with."
He handed Kara**** a slip of parchment. "The door to her room has that
symbol on it. They need you to examine her and see if anything can be
done to save her."
And so, Kara**** the Healer walked down the hall with his bag of
supplies in one hand and the parchment in the other. When he matched
the symbol on the parchment with that on the door, he quietly entered
the semidarkness of a private room.
/snip from Kris' post/
They were in an interior room, with no windows to let the rising sun
in, oo a stub of a candle burned on a short table illuminating the dark
face of the young man sketching quietly in the corner of the room. The
scratching of his pencil barely paused as his eye flicked back and
forth from the parchment to the woman laying in bed. It wasn't that he
was actually sketching her as she lay there, it was more that he didn't
want to miss it should she move in the slightest. He wouldn't hear her
call his name should she wake, so he watched her. He couldn't sleep for
the same reason. It was the sketching that kept his mind active and
alert as he watched over her.
Kalewyn had been along the shores, looking for stragglers among Oga's
men, when he'd heard about Tara. He'd left his post and rushed to the
warren with little thought to the rest of his wing. He knew it was
serious .. she could die, and he wasn't about to be anywhere else but
by her side. He'd even roared aloud at the healers who'd attempted to
bar
his path, surprising them into a stunned silence as they let him pass.
Now she was alive .. She had to stay that way .. She just had to!
His pencil fell silent as he became away of movement from the bed. He
sat bolt upright. Had she moved?
/end snip/
Kara**** saw the dark-haired human stare silently at the bed, then
turned his attention toward the patient. A tall human woman, as dark
haired as the man was, lay unconscious with all but her head and neck
covered by a sheet. He could see a bloodstain around the middle of the
sheet - a gut wound, always very nasty, but generally treatable if the
patient had lived as long as this one apparently had.
"My name is Kara****," he said to the man. "I am a healer in the
Imperial Army, tem****arily assigned to assist with surgery here. I was
asked to look at this patient."
The man didn't answer, just looked a bit confused as he took in
Kara****'s medical garb and implements. At least, Kara**** thought, he
clearly recognized him as a healer. However, he belatedly realized that
it was unlikely the man spoke his language. And Kara**** did not speak
the language of the landers...er, humans.
"You don't understand me at all, do you?" he sighed. He saw that the
man was watching his lips intently, as though that would help him to
understand the Kataani language better than hearing it could. Then the
man picked up a piece of slate, and what appeared to be a chalk marker.
He drew a series of strange symbols on it and held it up to Kara**** to
look at.
"I'm sorry," Kara**** said, spreading his arms wide. "I don't
understand that at all."
The man seemed to understand Kara****'s dilemma, and pointed at the
woman on the bed. He made some strange hand signs, which Kara**** at
first didn't understand. It took him a couple of tries, but then he
realized that when the man pointed to the woman with a finger of one
hand and himself with a finger of the other, then twined the two
fingers together, that they were mates or some equivalent. Kara****
nodded understandingly. "I will do what I can for her," he said. The
man backed away, and gestured to indicate that he should go to her.
Kara**** nodded, and bent to examine her, removing the sheet.
It was a bad wound all right. It looked like a sword or bayonet had
gone nearly through her. This much his eyes alone told him, but
Kara**** was one of those rare healers who had the special gift that
comes from inside the mind, the gift that allowed certain healers to
see wounds or diseases in ways that normal vision did not reveal. And
when he examined this woman's wound, he almost recoiled at what his
senses told him. He staggered back from the bed, and might have
stumbled over the chair that sat next to it had the dark-haired human
not rushed over to prop him up. Kara**** shook his head and looked
urgently at the man.
"Who did this?" he demanded. "Was it a sorcerer? The stigma of magic
pervades the wound!" Again he could see that the man didn't understand
him, so he pantomimed a sorcerer's spellcasting gestures. The man
nodded immediate understanding, and made a wide-armed gesture that
either indicated great size or great im****tance. Kara**** figured out
at once what he meant.
"Counselor Oga himself did this, did he?" Kara**** sighed. "Well,
we've got a major problem. I hear Oga is dead, but his magic still
burns within her. I can heal her, but not until Oga's magic is
neutralized. If this isn't done - and soon, so that I can operate and
repair the damaged arteries - she will die. If not from blood loss,
then from magic poisoning."
He turned once again to the dying woman, and then back to the man. "If
only you could understand me," he said in frustration. How could he
make the man understand the urgent need if they didn't speak each
others' language?
(Tag Kris!)
NRPG: Kara****, of course, doesn't understand that Kalewyn doesn't hear
or speak - can Kay figure out a way to communicate with him using sign
language? Kara**** also doesn't know what Kay does - that Kataani magic
loses it's power as one moves inland and the distance from the ocean
increases.
Submitted by:
John
Tara & Varaenna
Jasra Warren
and
Kara****
Kataani Healer
Summary: Late evening, Day 1: Kara****, a Kataani healer, is assigned
to examine Tara. After some abortive attempts to communicate with
Kalewyn, he examines Tara and realizes that she is dying because she's
been poisoned by Counselor Oga's magic when he stabbed her. He tries
to communicate this to Kalewyn, knowing that he will need the man's
help to save her.
[This message contained attachments]
________________________________________________________________________
________________________________________________________________________
Message: 4
Date: Fri, 28 Oct 2005 22:16:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: Scott Huckaby <tyger30@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
>
Subject: [USS Falcon] Time Marches On
As Lieutenant Dehvon Raynah made his way to Sickbay, he
began to whistle eliciting looks from the Falcon crew. They looked at
the officer in mustard yellow with a smile on his face and a song on
his mind as odd. But their new security chief didn't care.
After exiting the turbolift, he was in Sickbay more quickly
than he expected. Walking into the expansive room, he encountered the
Chief of Nursing, one Latanya Morris. "How may I help you, Lieutenant?"
"You can point me in the direction of the captain."
"He's not in Sickbay anymore. He's up on the bridge."
"Thank you," he said as he left Sickbay.
Arriving at the bridge, he walked up to the captain's ready
room and rang the chime. Captain Spence Hodges called the lieutenant to
enter and so he did.
"Captain Hodges, my name is."
"Lieutenant Raynah, Dehvon Raynah. Am I right?"
"Yes, sir you would be correct in your assumption. I'm here
at Starfleet's bequest to take over your as yet unfilled billet of
Chief of Security. Here are my orders," Dehvon said from attention as
he handed Captain Hodges the padd that he was holding.
"Everything looks in order, Lieutenant Raynah. I've been
expecting you since we docked with the station. You come highly
recommended from you previous captains. But I would like to know why
you wanted a transfer off your old ****p."
"Captain Hodges, I merely wanted a transfer to your
command," Raynah said honestly. "I have heard great things about you. I
also felt that I had reached my limit with Captain Spencer."
"So you're looking for a promotion, are you?" Hodges asked.
"Yes sir. Is that going to be a problem?"
"Not necessarily, Mr. Raynah. But I can't guarantee that a
promotion will be forthcoming in your near future."
"But you don't have a first officer, sir."
"You're correct, but I don't think you need to be worried
about command just yet. You're too new an officer with little command
experience under your belt."
"With all due respect, Captain, I was second officer on the
Tribeca."
"I understand that, son, but Captain Zem is a even more lax
in his command style than I."
"Okay, what shall I do now, Captain?"
"I want you to see Commander Dekker for your quarters
assignment and then re****t back to the bridge for your first watch at
tactical."
"Aye, sir," and Raynah turned and left the ready room.
Dehvon found himself re****ting back to the bridge per his
CO's orders but with company. The officer held the rank of ensign. He
asked the ensign who he was and got a response he never would have
expected. "I am Ensign Vox Dei, Chief Engineer and you are?"
"My name is Dehvon Raynah and I am your new Chief of
Security."
"Pleased to meet you, Lieutenant," and the older ensign
nodded to Raynah and kept on walking on towards the bridge.
"And it is a pleasure to meet you."
[Tag: Josh]
=20
Respectfully submitted,
Lieutenant Dehvon Raynah, CSO
USS Falcon
|
