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1. [DL-D] And then there was four!
From: "Tree Deutscher" <treedr@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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2. [Calypso] Checking Out Security...
From: Ron Lund <rermjmt@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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3. [USS Capricorn] Friendly Chat!
From: "Tree Deutscher" <treedr@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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4. [USS Calypso] The American Express Card! Don't leave home
without it! (For Traci)
From: "Tree Deutscher" <treedr@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Message: 1
Date: Sun, 6 Nov 2005 04:47:45 -0800
From: "Tree Deutscher" <treedr@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [DL-D] And then there was four!
Day 103
<Oh boy, the puffball's really going to get it this time! My human
doesn't look too happy, in fact he looks like he might've hurt himself!
Samson says he's going to live though!>
Pandora smiled thinking how cute it was the way the young queen
referred to her brother as hers. *What are you talking about?* she mind
questioned while wrapping a sprained ankle. Giving the patient
instructions on care she then excused herself to hurry out of the med
center. Spotting the copper queen she followed the direction of her
gaze. Seeing her brother in a heap on the green the healer grew alarmed
and started towards them letting out a little sigh of relief when he
sat up. From this distance it was hard to tell exactly what was going
but her fears lessened more seeing the smithy start to rise.
<I didn't know we had family jewels??? Where do we keep them??> The
queen demanded curiously. She loved sparkly things and jewels of
course, fell into that group. Lady G was so lucky to have a rider that
wore such pretties.
Pandora stopped dead in her tracks *Oh good grief!* she replied
emitting a choking cough. Seeing a flash of bright red across the green
that she knew to be Flerrion a stab of mischievous came over the
queenrider and she smiled, "Why don't you go ask T'rell, he knows a lot
more about that stuff then I do!* Pandora knew she was aggravating an
otherwise irritating situation but explaining male body parts to a
dragon just wasn't her cup of tea.
A loud snort filled the woman's mind, [Hah, a lot he knows! He's such a
dumb human! I betcha he doesn't know the first thing about jewels! If
he did, he would have already given them to you! Pretty ones too! He's
such a putz!>
Pandora bowed her head biting her lip to hold back the laughter. *Oh
Almantha if you only knew! Now be good, you know how I hate when you
call T'rell names! He's been trying very hard to be nice lately, and I
expect you to show him a little respect!>
Something in the queenrider's manner made the yellow gold eyes narrow.
If she didn't know better she could swear that her rider was laughing
at her for some reason. The next moment the massive head jerked around
in alarm and Almantha answered Samson's roar making Pandora jump.
<Lady G's in trouble!> was all she said as the dragon sprinted for the
hatching cavern.
<Snip>
Roxie glared, "Really? Prove it! Our dragons can't go into the
hatching cavern because of the eggs... but humans can't fight those
creatures. But... we can go back into that hole in the barracks and
come up behind them! Are you coming?" Roxie challenged.
<End>
Listening to the argument going on in front of her Pandora wasn't sure
what to do as she hung to the fringe of the crowd that had gathered
outside the cave. Several of the dragons milled about and her old fears
were ever present and she instinctively shrank back at the deafening
roars of the scaly mammoths. Almantha had disappeared into the cave on
Samson's heels and wasn't answering her but she could her the queen's
challenges well enough. Then she heard someone mention the creatures.
Anger swelled inside at the thought of another attack. Death had become
a constant in the once peaceful warren and for every rider she saved,
there was another that she couldn't. The parade of wounded had become
an almost daily event. Like Thea she could have gladly throttled the
King for not allowing the dragonriders to seriously engage the enemy.
It was taking a deadly toll on the warren and she was beginning to
think that they were in a war that they might not win.
The crack of Lexi's whip brought her out of her reverie not sure of
what she could do. Now they were attacking from within, right or wrong
she had to do something. A good queenrider would know what to do, but
she wasn't a good queenrider, actually she wasn't really even a
dragonrider at all. Shrinking back even further she watched the twins
along with the other searchlings surge toward the mouth of the cave
while Roxie and Dante headed for the barracks. They were going to get
into trouble again especially to go off into the caves without help.
Maybe she could help them somehow. But how? Of course going into a cave
was not overly appealing, the last time that had happened she'd fallen
into a nest containing Almantha, lord only knows what would happen a
second time. But now was not the time to worry about such things. Her
home was being threatened and she had to help defend it. Images of
Katie filled her mind and the azure eyes began to glow with a deadly
determination.
Frantically spinning in a circle she looked around for one of the
Wingleader's in hopes of getting some idea of how to help, but people
were running every which way at this new threat barely even noticing
her. Then she realized that being a queenrider they wouldn't let her
help. They would waste precious time worrying about defending her or
send her away.
Backing away her gaze came to rest on the storage caves, suddenly an
idea hit her. Crazy though it may be, it just might work. Grabbing her
skirt she pulled the front up tucking it in her belt forming the
flowing material into a pantlet making it easier for her to run.
[..]
<Snip>
Roxie stopped in her tracks. Now that they had moved further away from
the hatching cavern, the pervasive fear and anger was fading. "Dante,
wait! I'm... sorry. I think it was those things back there... making
me feel all crazy. Let's slow this down and think it through. We need
help. We can't just go in there, the two of us! We've no idea how many
wyverns there are down there!"
<End>
Pandora caught up with them, dragging a long heavy bag. "I think I can
help!"
"You??" The pair questioned in surprised unison.
"What's in the bag?" Dante questioned cautiously.
"Lexi's sky rockets and some other things, the really bright ones that
the creatures are afraid of. He stashed some away for emergencies. I
think this constitutes as one! Don't you?" Pandora said softly. "The
creatures don't affect my mind they way they do others. I imagine
running into Almantha's thoughts would be enough to scare anybody off!"
She added with a chuckle, then sobered. "Maybe I can help you with that
too!"
"You're not going without me!" A voice exclaimed cutting through the
loud roars, making them all turn to find Rayn standing there with a
large bag slung over her shoulder. The small crossbow that Lexi had
taught her to use hung from her side..
{Tag: Arle, Katie and Crystal, hmmm so now they have a few bags of
tricks! Ohhh, what to do?}
Respectfully submitted by,
Tree Deutscher
AKA
Pandora and Almantha
***Summary***
Day 103 Pandora talks to Almantha about Lexi's wounds then hurries to
help offering assistant
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Message: 2
Date: Sun, 6 Nov 2005 18:22:49 -0800 (PST)
From: Ron Lund <rermjmt@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [Calypso] Checking Out Security...
[SD 71106.1852, USS Calypso-B]
[MD 4: 1735 hrs, Outside Captain's Office]
Guenthar walked briskly out of the Captain's Ready Room, across the
Bridge, making no eye contact with the Bridge Crew, and directly into
the Turbolift. Fortunately, no one was in the turbolift with him as
the doors shut. Once alone and unobserved, Guenthar led out a great
sigh of relief. This was his first assignment where he had to report
in directly to the Captain... and as fast as he bolted in, eager to
give his discourteous distractor a taste of his own medicine, he was
surprised to find Security wasn't looking for him. Ensign Jean
Tempete... now he knew the young officer's name... new Flight Control
Officer. He would let the slight go... for now.
"Computer, where is Ensign Coltrane??" Tusk asked.
=(/\)= Voice recognized, but not authorized to access system...=(/\)=
*Oh, flarg, that's right... I had better check in with security...*
Guenthar thought to himself.
He had received for less discrete affronteries in his short career, and
yet far more painful as well. His very first assignment out of the
Academy ended up with him reporting in from the Brig, due to an
overanxious transporter chief pulling a phaser on him when Guenthar's
ESD field had frazzled his PADD, and the chief thought he was a
Nausicaan pirate trying to impersonate a Starfleet Officer. Though
nothing went on his record, that kind of idiocy seemed to plague him on
every assignment. He wasn't going to let it plague him here.
The turbolift came to a halt to allow another passenger. *Good Lord,
she is stunning!* Guenthar thought to himself. She was zebra-striped
in black and tannish coloring, sleek, trim, fit, and every bit a woman.
Guenthar had never seen her like, even in the vast database the Tal
Shiar used to "tailor" their genetic experiments. Wait a minute...
could this be the Cheron the Captain told him about?? He spoke nothing
of her beauty. "Um... Greetings, ma'am," Tusk introduced himself.
"I'm Tuskar Guentlan... er... Guenthar Tachlan... I'm the new Tactical
Officer. Would you be Freda??"
[NRPG:] Perhaps a JP, Freda??
Summary:
MD 4: 1735-- Guenthar leaves the Captain's office in search of the Ops
O, and runs into CSO enroute.
Respectfully Submitted by:
Guenthar Tachlan, Tactical Officer, USS Calypso-B
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Message: 4
Date: Mon, 7 Nov 2005 01:22:57 -0800
From: "Tree Deutscher" <treedr@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [USS Capricorn] Friendly Chat!
SD 6:1200
Even now Montana felt a little strange walking into the Security Area.
As Chief of Security it had been her 'home' away from home for quite
awhile. But now, as the First Officer she was just a visitor more or
less, and someone else sat in her chair.
Leaning back she eyed her replacement across her old desk. Avi had been
a bit hesitant about appointing Ury Rogan to 'fill her shoes', feeling
him a bit too young and inexperienced. Even now at times he still took
a fatherly attitude to the tall redhead, which Montana was sure
irritated the hell out of Ury. She knew it would her.
But her recommendation had been right, he'd done an awesome job. They
thought a lot alike on many things so that had helped and it had
pleased her immensely that he hadn't just marched in and started
changing things like so many officers were known to do.
Any changes Ury had made he'd done wisely, giving the staff a chance to
get used to his way of doing things. He'd won them over and his staff
reports proved it. Being the Head of Security came with a whole set of
problems all unto it's own, and he'd handled them with well despite
running into more then his share of obstacles. But today she wasn't
here in an official capacity, she was here because Ury had become a
friend and confidant. Montana needed a sounding board, and wasn't that
what friends were for?
Steam from the hot coffee in her cup rose in wispy curls before
dissipating as Montana stared at the small scratch in the wall just
above Ury's head. She'd actually put it there herself when she'd thrown
a paperweight at the wall one day in her frustration over Avi. At the
time it was more practical to dent the wall then his head. Getting
court-martialed for whomping a senior officer because you were in love
with him was just damn dumb. The edge of her lips faintly curled up at
the thought. It was amazing how much time had passed since then and how
things had changed
The drumming of Ury's fingers on his desk as he eyed her over the rim
of his coffee cup brought Montana back to the present. "Did you want to
talk to me about something or just stare at my wall?" he chuckled.
Montana smiled, "Well, I must say it's a very nice wall!"
Both officers laughed, crossed their arms and leaned back in unison.
Which made them both laugh even more. Taking a sip of coffee the First
Officer sighed growing serious, "You know, you will have your hands
full with the Ferrans and this couldn't come at a worst time. A missing
crewman and questionable guests! What else could happen? Oh wait don't
answer that, I don't want to know. I know I don't have to tell you how
important it is that we pull 'this visit' off without any major
incidents."
Rogan nodded, "I've being doing some research on them! They are rather
different." He answered his diplomacy tinged with a bit of sarcasm then
added, "We still haven't found anything on Ensign Waverly, but I'm
still digging."
Montana nodded her face growing pensive.
"That's not why you are here though, is it?"
The redhead shook her head, her emerald eyes growing wary, "I'm worried
about Marquis. I don't trust them Ury. There's something not right.
When I got my brains back after our first visit I put an APB out to
every marker I have and then some. I got the last reply back an hour
ago."
Ury leaned forward in his chair his face becoming a solemn mask.
"And..it wasn't good was it?"
Montana thoughtfully rubbed her chin, then sighing deeply shook her
head, "Nope! For starters there is no known record of him or 'his
people' anywhere and two, I have a sneaky feeling that whatever went on
down on Marin so many years had nothing to do with SFIA."
"Then who?" The Security Chief asked curiously.
"Section 31." She answered softly ,noting a brief flicker in his eyes.
"I don't know how much you know about them, but after 5 years of
ambassadorial security I came across their handiwork many times. They
make Starfleet Intelligence look like kids in comparison, and
unfortunately they consider themselves above the law." Taking another
drink of the amber liquid she continued, "If this is the case, then
Istria could be in real danger. Hell, we all could be for that matter!
They wouldn't think twice about blowing this ship to kingdom come if
they thought that for one second we might be a threat to the
Federation. It would be chalked up as an accident with no questions
asked and no one to be the wiser!"
Ury sank back in his chair, the magnitude of Montana's words sinking
in. "Damn," he uttered under his breath.
{Tag: Arle, I'll leave this to you to carry on ;D}
Respectfully submitted by,
Tree Deutscher
AKA
Commander Montana Phillips, First Officer
USS Capricorn.
***Summary***
SD 6:1200 Montana has a talk with Ury about security, and possible
threats
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Message: 7
Date: Mon, 7 Nov 2005 01:40:42 -0800
From: "Tree Deutscher" <treedr@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [USS Calypso] The American Express Card! Don't leave home
without it! (For Traci)
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From: ensignaurora
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Monday, November 07, 2005 1:20 AM
Subject: The American Express Card! Don't leave home without it!
"That I am, Sir. May I see your travel orders please?" At the blunt
response to the identification of his new post, he handed them over
and she replayed the same sequence of before. After verifying his ID,"
she continued, all smiles, as she handed over his comm badge. "We
certainly need to do a turnover, but when you are checking in is not
the time. When you are settled, give me a ring or I will give you
one." Seeing his confusion at what she just said, she thought for a
moment and then, "Oh, yes, sorry about that. Ancient terms to almost
all but they are always current to me. A "ring" is a message, a
signal. Get in touch when you are ready." And with that, she was gone.
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NRPG:
A: just a quick note to get to the nrpg details
B: Jp sounds nice but rather impossible till after the first of the
year. With all I have to do, keeping up the correspondence for such
would probably very tedious.
C: Is it Cheron or Charon? I always took it as Charon, it seemed more
appropiate, but a lot of the references say it is Cheron. Until I can
get a hold of a Blish book, I probably won't know for certain. Cheron
was a medic centaur, perhaps a teacher of Anchilles. Charon was the
ferryman at the river Styx (and hence, seems more fitting here).
D: Finally, one should keep in mind that Freda has been around an
EXTREMELY long time .......... though it is always fun reminding
people of such.
-Traci
("Dr. Stone, may I see your ID please. Ah, yes, that's correct. Sir,
there's been a fire."--USAF air police officer sent to collect Dr.
Stone, (w,stte), "The Andromeda Strain")
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