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1. [UUS CAPRICORN] - Waking Dream
From: "carys murray" <carysmurray@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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2. [DL-J] In The Name Of The Law
From: "Arlene" <wondermom@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Message: 1
Date: Mon, 07 Nov 2005 11:54:15 -0800
From: "carys murray" <carysmurray@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [UUS CAPRICORN] - Waking Dream
MD6
Miaren's Quarters
Afternoon
Miaren sat quietly in her quarters with a cup of tea trying to compose
a
letter home to her parents to let them know all was fine and nothing
was out
of the ordinary.
She sat looking blankly at the screen in front of her and felt her
eyelids
grow heavy and she thought she felt herself nod off.
She shook her head to rid herself of the cobwebs and try to get back on
track
What was wrong with her? She was still so exhausted..altho she found
she
could not sleep. She knew enough that something was not quite
right.but
what?
She remembered a castle; in fact that castle had played prominently in
her
dreams. A castle.Dracula.and a large black cat.
She stood up and paced the floor rubbing her folded arms trying to warm
up.
Why was she so cold? After a few moments she went and gathered a throw
blanket wrapped up and sat back down at the computer.
Her eyes grew heavy and she felt a hand on her shoulder. She cried out
in
alarm only to find herself alone. What was going on with her? She
shook the
foggy feeling she felt come over her.she had felt this fog before...but
where?
The castle! She had been in that castle...she knew it..so why could
she not
remember it? Silvery eyes boring into her..pulling her deeply into his
fathomless depths.. blood rimmed..silvery eyes..
"Come to me my pet." The words danced in her head and she felt drawn
towards
her sleeping chambers. She wondered if she should try and alert
someone.she
must be having some psychotic episode. What triggered it? Perhaps her
lack
of sleep?
Miaren did not fight the call to her bed. She needed sleep.sweet
blissful
sleep..to rest and gain back her strength and stamina...she was needed.
She crawled into her bed and curled up tightly. Closing her eyes she
felt
arms around her. She knew those arms.she had felt them before and
first
stiffening then relaxing she knew somehow she was safe and everything
would
be ok.
Various scenes and memories popped up as she found herself walking
along the
corridors of ..her ancestral home? She smiled as she smelt the air.the
scents of the wood polish on the main staircase..the clean fresh
mixture of
the dampened earth after the rain...the wondrous smell that meant home
to
her.the fire blazing in the main fireplace.
She looked around and found she was with..J'sse? How had he gotten
there?
He was there nevertheless and very attentive to her. It was as if he
was
gleaning from her everything she knew, remembered and had experienced.
She felt his mind caress hers as they...danced? They were dancing and
the
lights were low, the soft hues of the candles flickered and danced in
the
night. The softer strains of the music as it wafted around them as
they
twirled about the room. She could hear the soft whispers of others, so
they
were not alone..it just felt like they were.
Lost in the dancing and twirling around and around they spun the faster
they
did the tighter she clung to him. The room and all the sights lost its
focus as she was caught in a vortex of blur.
Feeling the passion rise between them.the longing and yearning that
came
unbidden to her and yet part of her struggled with it. Fighting her
way out
of the fog she found them intertwined and before she could protest
found
herself pulled back into the blur.
Suddenly rough hands and harsh voices shattered the warm blur and she
felt
cold, isolated, violated and...she felt the panic and terror rise in
her
throat.rising from deep within..she then realized...she was screaming.
Miaren found herself in the spot light of...the bright lights blinding
her
and causing her eyes to water and the pain in her head to grow. She
was
vaguely aware of....when did she lose her clothes?
She clutched her small throw blanket over her while tryin to make sense
of
this scenario. Was this part of her dream? Was she dreaming? Why did
she
feel so..violated?
"Doctor you ok?" a security officer asked her. From the sight of
her.she
was not.
Miaren nodded slowly and then shook her head no and went back to
nodding.
"Security.we have a possible breach with an intruder alert. Seal off
the
corridors to Deck 5..all security personnel report to Dr Hywell's
quarters."
Miaren looked around trying to regain her bearings. Had there been an
intruder? She did not think so.and yet...how did her clothes
get...where
were her clothes?
They had been on her when she lain down. Had she lost them while she
was
dancing?
"Where be my clothes?" she asked slightly embarrassed.
The security officer knelt down close to her to survey the scene and
with
her wide eyed confused look he was not sure what to make of this
incident.
"What do you remember last?" he asked.
"Dancin" she replied softly.
"MIAREN!" Andrew burst into the room and rushed to her side. "Are you
ok?"
he asked softly in Gaelic the worry evident in his tone; his fear for
her
deepened as he saw her disheveled appearance.
Hearing the soft tones of her native tongue was all that was needed for
her
to crack and softly begin to weep. Andrew cradled her carefully and
crooned
softly to her while gently rocking her as she gave way to her
exhaustion.
"We need to get her to sickbay." Andrew told the security officer. The
officer nodded and called in a need for a medical transport.
TAG- Open to any who would respond to an intruder alert and breach of
security.
SUMMARY - Miaren returns to her quarters to try to find some rest and
write
her parents a letter. Finding herself strangely tired and dazed she
lies
down to nap only to experience a dream that feels real. She is
awakened by
her own screams and a security officer who heard her cries.
Respectfully Submitted by
Carys Murray
Aka
Miaren Hywell
CMO USS Capricorn
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Message: 2
Date: Tue, 8 Nov 2005 02:35:08 -0500
From: "Arlene" <wondermom@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [DL-J] In The Name Of The Law
Day 2
Morning
Jerram had only just arrived at the dining hall and sat down with Fig
when he noticed Tyler Grouty sitting by himself at a table not far
away.
The younger man was clearly distraught...as well Jerram could imagine,
since he'd heard about the loss of K'mal. Thinking of that made him
think of Gus, and he felt his chest tighten once again, re-experiencing
the pain he'd felt when he realized that he would never see her again.
There was something in Tyler's manner and bearing that almost made him
think of Gus...the lost, desperate Gus that he'd first known upon her
arrival at the warren. He could sense that the young man needed help,
or at least someone to talk to. He turned to Fig. "Listen, I need to
go and talk to one of our riders for just a bit. Would it be all right
if I..."
Fig nodded. "Of course. In fact, I was just thinking, if this is
going
to take a little time, perhaps I could take a stroll through Jasra, get
reacquainted with the old place..."
"No," said Jerram shaking his head emphatically. "You need to stay out
of sight as much as possible. Tell you what, once you've finished your
coffee, go back to the apartment and wait for me, ok?" And almost as
an
afterthought, he had Seyd communicate with Teewith, so he could pass
Fig's description along to Ojean. He hoped that Ojean could keep a
surreptitious eye on Fig, just in case she did decide to go against his
instructions.
[Tag Barb -- does she?]
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Tyler didn't even look up, even though he sensed the looming presence
above him. He nodded when he heard the familiar voice ask him if he
could join him, but talking wasn't something Tyler really could manage
at the moment. He heard the chair across from him scrape against the
stone slabs and then it crashed back down as it was spun around so the
back faced inward toward the table. The man across from him straddled
the seat and leaned forward to stare at him.
"So talk," Tyler managed to grunt out.
"If that's what you want," said Jerram. "But I think we're both
feeling
the same right about now, so there probably isn't much either of us
could say to cheer the other up. You look like somebody who could use
a
drink."
"I for one certainly could."
Tyler snorted, and pushed his plate of untouched food away. "Yeah... a
drink... but not here... a place to... forget." His blue eyes looked
lifeless as they met the swordmaster's green, and it was an obvious
effort for him to get out those tortured words.
Jerram nodded, giving one more look in Fig's direction before turning
his attention once again upon Tyler. "I know a place that's open this
time of the morning," he said. "Not the greatest place to be in, but
good enough to have a belt or two before lunch. Shall we go?" He
assumed the answer would be yes, so he was already telling Seydor to
meet them on the green.
Tyler didn't even nod, though he did follow Jerram out onto the green
where Plastyra joined Seydor only moments later.
<I am worried, Seyd!> The multi-colored female dragon admitted, her
eyes looking down in loving concern at her rider, <I've never felt him
so... far away... does that make sense?>
<Yes, it does,> Seydor replied sadly. <I am worried about my rider,
too. He has not been himself since Loki and his rider were lost.>
Both
dragons also knew that many other riders and dragons were in pain today
from similar losses. There had been so many yesterday that there had
not even been time to keen properly for them.
Jerram watched Tyler mount his dragon, then he did likewise. *That
seedy little place we went to last month,* said Jerram, forming a
mental
image of the tavern as viewed from a nearby field and a height of about
500 feet. *Give Plastyra the image, too, and we'll be on our way.*
Tyler nodded as they took to the air. The area of Cabral wasn't
totally
unknown to him, though the only time he'd even felt safe going there
was
with Gus... but Gus was gone now... and K'mal, too... so damn it all...
why worry? And any hole in the wall was as good as the next for the
amount of alcohol he intended to consume.
In moments the dragons were landing in the field.
<Rider, I'm not so sure... maybe you could go to that nice bistro...
the
one with the cute waiters?> Plastyra suggested. But Tyler's mind was
closed to her, and she felt him slipping further and further away.
Jerram waited for Tyler to dismount, and then led the younger man
across
the field to where the tavern sat. They knocked on the door and when
no
one answered, they decided to go around back to see if anyone was
around. They had almost reached the yard that sat out back of the place
when suddenly the door was thrust open and a girl hurried outside. She
was dressed in rags, and was unmistakably covered in blood. Looking
fearfully around her, she seemed to be making her way to the pump.
Jerram heard Tyler come up behind him, and the young man gasped in
shock. The girl heard the sound, because she looked up, saw the two
riders, and froze.
"What the hell...?" Jerram wondered aloud. In response to Tyler's
unspoken question, he said softly, "I recognize her. She's a drudge
here at the tavern. What the hell happened, I wonder?" Could the
owner
have beaten her so badly that he'd covered her in blood? That wouldn't
have surprised Jerram, knowing what little he knew of the owner. Well,
he damn well intended to find out. He walked over to where the girl
stood, and put an arm on her thin shoulder. "What's going on?" he
asked. "What happened to you?" The girl didn't answer, just continued
to stare at him like a frightened deer. "We'd better take a look
inside," he told Tyler. "Someone may have some answering to do."
Tyler nodded, though he couldn't pull his gaze from the frightened
girl's face, as he backed toward the door she had escaped through. He
felt his was over the threshold before he turned, hearing Jerram's oath
and exclamation of disgust.
"Murder!" Jerram spat.
"Rape..." Tyler stated and pointed to the obvious lack of lower
garments
on the corpse before them. "I'd say self-defense."
It was then that other voices could be heard from outside the tavern.
Loud voices demanding to be let in.
"Hey! Stupid! Why aren't you getting the door?" A woman's croaking
voice screeched down the stairs just ahead of the disheveled looking
barwench to whom it belonged. She looked at the strangers standing in
the tavern, and then to the body on the floor, and screamed.
Within seconds, a crowd had gathered around the two dragonriders, and
the dead body; the blood-covered girl visible in the yard outside,
illuminated by the bright morning sun. Muted expressions of shock and
surprise quickly turned ugly. "Let's hang the little bitch!" said one
fat man. A muttered chorus of agreement was heard, only a couple of
voices at first, then more and more.
"Nobody is hanging anybody!" Jerram said in a loud, commanding voice.
"This is for the local law authorities to handle!" He turned to Tyler.
"I think you better go see if you can find one...and rather quickly."
Tyler snorted, "Not that they're likely to do anything... other than
agree with this mob here... unless...." Tyler couldn't get the
frightened looking girl's eyes out of his mind. She hadn't appeared
crazy or... stupid... as that woman had called her. There had been
intelligence there, and something else. He wasn't about to hand her
over to this mob. He straightened up and in a voice that surprised
Jerram, he boomed out, "Cease and desist! By order of the Groutys!"
He
flipped his jacket lapel and heard the gasp as the recognizable symbol
of the House of Grouty was made visible.
Jerram blinked in surprise. He'd completely forgotten that Tyler was
one of the city's ruling family. As such, his authority was greater
than any simple constable. But he'd seen the nasty mood of the crowd,
and agreed with Tyler's unspoken sentiment - while Jerram did believe
that this was a job for the local law enforcement officials, he knew
they needed to get this girl away from this place right now before
something ugly happened.
"Good job," he whispered to Tyler. "Get her out of here and back to
the
warren. "I'll get the local constabulary over here to start an
investigation. Once they're in control of this situation, we can bring
her back and put her in their custody."
Tyler didn't have to be told twice. He whipped around, with as much
bluster as he could and went back into the yard. The scared rabbit
look
was back on the girl's face, along with the mask of ignorance that must
be her usual expression. But Tyler knew what he had seen in her eyes,
and he had no doubt she understood his hastily whispered words which he
leaned in close to deliver, though the thought of getting too close to
her was incredibly repulsive. With a rough looking gesture, he grabbed
her arm and propelled her out of the tavern yard and across the dirty
lane to the field where the dragons waited. As Tyler tried to
encourage
her to mount Plastyra, the girl hesitated. But she didn't hesitate for
long, though, as the crowd from outside the tavern began to follow
Jerram, Tyler and the girl across the lane to the field, and even
though
they stayed a fair distance back from the dragons, they were still very
threatening.
"I need to borrow your sword," said Jerram, sliding it out of Tyler's
scabbard as he mounted the dragon. "I'll return it when I get back to
the warren." He turned to face the crowd, sword extended in their
direction. "You heard Lord Grouty!" he shouted. "This is a matter for
His Lordship's law officers to deal with, not you! Now...if anyone saw
what happened, come forward now...and remember, if you aren't telling
the truth, that will come out in due course. In which case, it will
also come out of your hides!"
There was much grumbling, but no one stepped forward. So, no
eyewitnesses, Jerram thought. That would make it harder to prove
murder, but also harder to prove rape. Jerram didn't have time to
ponder any further, as a huge man holding a thick board in his hands
came forward. "We don' take orders from no dragonriders here, we
serves
the Groutys!"
"Yeah, the Groutys!" one voice after another chimed in - though
"chimed"
sounded a bit too melodious for the ugliness Jerram was hearing.
"And didn't you just hear young Lord GROUTY tell you to cease and
desist?"
"That ain't Lord Grouty!" an older man jeered, and the big man with the
board came lumbering forward, clearly meaning to knock Jerram aside and
go for Tyler and the girl; incredibly stupid with two dragons ready to
intervene...and even stupider with Jerram in the way. He made a quick
slice, and the big man's pants fell down around his ankles. He tripped
and fell flat on his face. "Go!" Jerram told Tyler.
"Don't take too long in following!" Tyler answered.
<This was a wonderful idea!> Plastyra told Seydor, as she gave him a
quick nuzzle before launching into the air, <My rider feels ... alive
again! Rescuing a... damsel in distress... what's a damsel?>
As, the multi-colored dragon circled above the seedy-streets of
Cabral's
waterfront, Tyler felt the girl, who had clung to his back like a
drowning rat to a plank of wood tossed in the sea, before the dragon
had
launched into the air, suddenly relax her fearful grip and actually
look... down! Tyler was surprised and impressed. Few non-riders would
dare a look down from the top of a circling dragon.
They could see Jerram below trying to deal with the growing, restless
crowd.
[TAG JOHN... how does he straighten it out?]
"Hold on, we're going to Jasra," Tyler cautioned, and then gave
Plastyra
the okay to teleport. A moment later the seedy-streets of Cabral were
there no more and the warren was stretched out below them, with the sea
glistening in the distance. How peaceful it all looked, Tyler thought,
and only a day ago it had been the scene of such a horribly devastating
battle.
In a moment they were down, right in front of the medical center.
Tyler
handed the girl down from Plastyra's back, and saw the barely concealed
amazement on her face and smiled.
[TAG: Mel... welcome to Jasra! Tyler will take her into the medical
center and wait for her -- will he be amazed by the transformation when
she's been cleaned up?]
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Summary:
Day 2
Morning
Jerram brings Fig to the dining hall and warns Ojean to keep an eye on
her. He sees Tyler and is reminded of Gus. Noticing that Tyler looks
about as bad as he feels, he invites him for a drink. Tyler doesn't
object but suggests somewhere out of the warren. They go to a
seedy-dive in Cabral. But instead of finding a place to drown their
sorrows, they find a girl drenched in blood... and a dead tavern
keeper.
Respectfully submitted by:
John Pepper
AKA Jerram and Seydor
And
Arlene Jacobs
AKA Tyler and Plastyra
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