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1. DL-J: Civil Disobedience
From: "Andrew" <asiafish@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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2. [DL-D - Long Journey Home]
From: "carys murray" <carysmurray@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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3. [Calypso] Food for Thought
From: Ron Lund <rermjmt@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Message: 1
Date: Thu, 12 Jan 2006 08:14:03 -0800
From: "Andrew" <asiafish@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: DL-J: Civil Disobedience
Day 1, late evening
Med Center
The small group remained gathered about Hsina's bed as they finished
hammering out the details of the proposals that would be presented to
the kataani the following morning. What remained to discuss was the
800lb gorilla in the room; who would be presenting those proposals.
"Sari is ready" Tanami said. "She knows these proposals as well as you
do, and she will have Relik, Corwin and I to support her."
"She's right Hsina, we can do this without you. You are too important
to the warren to risk your health, too important to me as well."
For ten minutes they harangued her with reasons why should remain in
the med center tomorrow, why they couldn't risk losing her. Finally,
Hsina understood that until she acquiesced, they would not stop.
"Very well, but you will keep me informed through Keeza" Hsina said,
adding "I will stay here unless something goes very wrong" she lied.
Day 2, morning
Med Center
Corwin assured her again that he would keep her informed, and then
finally made his exit from her room, so very relieved that she had
conceded. Not even five minutes after he was gone, Hsina slowly,
painfully swung her legs over the side of the bed and with grim
determination, put her weight on her right leg, the left still too weak
to support much of it.
For ten minutes she struggled with the battered remains of her armor,
pleased at least that someone had cleaned off most of the blood.
Finally, she strapped on the massive broadsword and limped to the door,
using her good right arm to pry it open as her left hung uselessly at
her side, a small trickle of blood seeping from the burst stitches in
her forearm and running down to her hand, then dripping slowly to the
floor.
"And where do you think you are going?" Balagon asked, surprised. "And
dressed like that. Looks like you've already opened some of the
stitches" he added.
"The fate of the warren is being decided" she said. "Even if Tara
wasn't down, I'm still the best hope of things going well, but Tara is
down, which makes me the only hope."
"You are in no condition to do anything" he pleaded.
"And I'll be in even worse shape if I have to fight my way out of here"
she retorted, the stern look in her eyes told him that she meant it.
"At least let me help you over there" he offered.
"No, I cannot show weakness."
"Nobody will think any less of you Hsina, we all saw what you did
yesterday, and what you've done before. You are a well of strength to
all of us."
"Its not for you, or even me, but for the kataani and their emperor."
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<Snip from Arlene's post "Preparing the Playing field">
"It is our proposal, therefore," he said in a very formal tone of
voice, "that Jasra Warren and its environs - including the city of
Cabral and the shoreline between them, extending inland to a distance
of ten miles - become an Imperial protectorate. With the eventual
goal, naturally, that it become a province of His Majesty's Empire."
The Baron resumed his seat. "We now welcome discussion of this point."
Corwin stood and cleared his throat. "That is
an...interesting...proposal," he said. "And now, I call upon Sarilyn,
Lunath's rider, to present Jasra Warren's own opening statement."
<End Snip>
Hsina opened the front door slowly, painfully and entered the building.
In the distance she heard the whiney voice of Baron Kirisha and
cringed at the thought of Jasra coming under the dominion of anyone.
Hsina knew much about tributary relationships, protectorates and vassal
provinces. In a life long since past, she had led armies of Assyrian
warriors that ravaged all in their path, conquering all who stood
opposed, until one day, enemies united and wiped her own people from
existence.
She heard Corwin's voice as he introduced Sarilyn to the assembly, and
with determination continued her forward progress, slow as it may be.
Finally, she stopped just outside the conference room and looked at the
door knob for a moment. Gathering her strength, she reached down with
her good right hand and slowly opened the door, then as quietly as an
injured person in dented and scored metal armor could, she stepped into
the room, standing a good 10 feet behind Corwin's back, making eye
contact with Tanami as Sarilyn walked
forward to address the baron.
Drip. Drip. The sounds of blood dripping from Hsina's hand were all
but drowned out as Sarilyn cleared her throat and began to speak.
<Tag Sari>
Andrew F.
Hsina and Keeza of Jasra warren
Summary:
Hsina lies to the others so that they can stop arguing, then the next
day makes her appearance at the negotiations.
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Message: 2
Date: Thu, 12 Jan 2006 11:44:00 -0800
From: "carys murray" <carysmurray@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [DL-D - Long Journey Home]
Day 1
Hatching Cave
[SNIP]
Samson pushed Galendriel out of the way as she started to put her head
into the gaping hole. Like her rider she growled and hissed at Samson
but soon he was pulling out a tawny haired girl she knew as Weya and
her daughter the princess Cu'we. But the dark ones were nearly to the
edge of the hole as well. Galendriel and Samson soon after filled the
hole with Searing heat and flames nearly scorching their own noses in
the process.
[END SNIP]
Weya felt the firmness of the ground beneath her before she realized
she.and more important the little dragonet was safe. Her knees
buckled and she was glad she was able to sink to her knees and then
find herself sitting on the floor of the hatching cave.
Shaking from a mixture of fear and the after-effects of the rush of
adrenalin she huddled with the bundle in her arms. She wished to
release her so that she could go to her parents and be taken care of.
Part of her did not wish to release her.for in a strange way she felt
complete. Weya closed her eyes and leaned against this precious cargo
that somehow she had been able to save.
Pent up emotions and the realization of just how close she had come to
failure she could not hold back the tears and she surrendered to them
as her body was racked with silent sobs.
She felt comfort wash over her as her body let the flood of emotion
drain from her. She clung to the dragonet and found herself rocking
the way she remembered seeing the mothers of little ones.
<*We are safe my sister*> the small tiny voice echoed in her head.
<*All will be well now*> Weya smiled as she could almost hear the slow
yawn that reached down to the toes of the little one.
Weya tried to stifle a yawn as well.but suddenly she felt as exhausted
as she knew the little one was. Weya took a moment to take a peak at
her and admire her bronze coloring.
As Cu'we stretched and yawned; Weya also noticed the light teal
coloring to her wings and underbelly. She smiled at how beautiful the
little one was. She pondered on how hard her journey here had been.and
wondered if she would be held accountable for the sacrifice of the
others to rescue the one.
Weya yawned suddenly overcome with tiredness as she huddled closer and
closed her eyes for just a moment. That was all she needed...just one
last moment with this precious one..then she could let her go...
She had a strange feeling of floating and altho unnerving just a bit
she felt comforted. She nestled into the safe feeling and sighed
contentedly.
Weya felt her body jerk and she once again became aware of her
surroundings. The sounds were vaguely familiar and once she opened
her eyes she knew she was in the medical center.
Snuggled still in her arms was the dozing dragonet. Together they were
on a large bed, one that was raised high off the ground. They were
surrounded by curtains..and she could hear the soft whispers of voices
and the sounds she remembered from her long stay in the center before.
Weya yawned once more and snuggled back down under the warm thick
blanket placed over them and closed her eyes. She was safe. They were
safe.
<*I am hungry Sister...*> the soft bell like voice echoed in her head.
Weya smiled and nodded.
"Aye.I am hungry as well." She whispered softly to the little one still
snuggled close to her. She wondered why they had allowed her to keep
this little one. Didn't the parents wish to have her with them?
<*We are bonded now dear sister..we are one..and never to be alone
again*> the soft voice filled her mind and with it brought a sense of
comfort and well being.
"I do not understand?" Weya whispered snuggling down in the warmth of
the thick blankets. She did not wish to think about such things right
now. She was so tired...AND hungry...Weya was suddenly starving and
she wanted food..now!
The soft sounds of giggling and mirth swept over her as Weya rose to a
sitting position and looked about for signs of a food tray.
<*We are hungry sister...what I feel you feel.and the other way as
well*>
"Aye."Weya replied more as a statement of fact rather than a question.
"I be ravenous."
The curtain drew back and the one Weya knew as Adams was standing there
looking at her with mixed emotions. So glad he was to see she was
ok..and she had not been hurt. Glad that she had managed to save a
dragonet..for Adams did understand the potential loss it meant for the
Warren and protection of the populace should they fail in keeping up a
strong force.
Adams could not hide his relief that she was well. He had come to care
for her as she had struggled from her first near fatal injury..he did
not wish for her to suffer a set back or succumb to new ones.
"I see you are awake.and hungry from the sounds of it.." Adams chuckled
and stepped aside to let 2 attendants in.one carrying a bucket of meat
and another; a tray of food.
Weya smiled and nodded and hearing the soft growls of delight from the
little one next to her she instinctively reached for the bucket and
began to feed her. Weya smiled back at Adams as he stood and watched
the touching and bonding moment of Weya feeding the little queen.
"That was a risky thing you did Weya..I can not tell you that hearing
of your ordeal..scared me."
Weya looked up into Adams' eyes and saw the fear and worry still
lingering in his gaze. She smiled and blushed softly. "I can not
explain it.I was..drawn there...I do not remember how I got there..I
just was..in the hole.."
Adams nodded softly and watched her feed the little dragonet. He
smiled as she finished and snuggled back in Weya's embrace and with
soft snortings and snufflings with little eeps of stretching Cu'we
yawned loudly and closed her eyes.
Weya looked to the tray placed before her and did not feel as hungry as
before. She went to push the tray away but Adams held it in place.
"You too have been under quite an ordeal.you need your rest..AND
nourishment. Now you eat something..."
Weya opened her mouth to protest and shut it and nodded. She picked at
the offerings and wondered why she felt so ravenous before and now she
just wanted to sleep and rest.
Adams studied her and knew she was in need of rest and wondered what
life changes this event would have upon her. She certainly was not
Warren born or bred. He said nothing as he watched her pick at the
offerings on the tray and smiled when she yawned again.
"Rest now Weya...all will be explained to you at a later time." Weya
nodded and curled up next to Cu'we and snuggled deep within the
blanket.
Adams stayed by her until he knew she was deeply asleep. He cleared
away the clutter and stood for a time watching the new pair slumber.
He sensed Palace behind him before he acknowledged him.
"She is ok friend...you do not have to worry." Adams whispered to the
giant of the man.
"Is it true? She is bonded to a little Queen?" Palace asked more in
panic than excitement.
"Adams turned to face Palace and studied him. "Yes.it is true. Why
are you so concerned about it?"
"Because...it is not her..Living here.in this place.it is not her..she
is MY huntress..she is wild and free..not tethered to one place...made
to conform to rules of others."
Adams arched his brow and then smiled. "Well.it seems that the
fates..or her Gods called her for a new purpose and life..and if you
are truly her friend..."
Palace scowled and arched his brow at the hint of his friend. "Are you
saying I am not?" he asked heatedly.
"No, I am merely stating IF you are her friend.you will help her on
this new path of hers. She will need it."
Adams put his hand on his friend's arm to guide him from the little
cubicle they had her in. "She needs her rest."
"I'm staying.."Palace grinned good naturedly.."for a bit..I always sat
with her when I could."
Adams chuckled softly. "Yes you did.when that wolf was not there
keeping you out."
Palace rolled his eyes and grumbled softly and sat down in the only
chair available. He sure hoped that wolf would not show up.
NRPG - no real tags just moving Weya's part along.and some character
development.
[SUMMARY]
Weya is lifted out of the hole and later awakens in the medical center.
She
is still confused about things.and slowly learning and accepting Cu'we
as
her bond mate.
Adams comes to check up on her and later while she is asleep..Palace
does as
well.
Respectfully Submitted by
Carys Murray
Aka Weya & Cu'we
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Message: 3
Date: Thu, 12 Jan 2006 13:25:52 -0800 (PST)
From: Ron Lund <rermjmt@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [Calypso] Food for Thought
[MD 5: 0700 hrs]
[Guenthar's Quarters]
<snip>
Still in her workout gear, the little redhead grinned up at the new
tactical officer standing in the doorway of his quarters. Her legs
still moving in place as she slowly cooled down from her usual rigorous
morning workout. The coppery curls piled on top of her head bounced
from Georgi's moments making her look like a spirited youngster.
"Howdy, ah'm Counselor MacKendle, but ya'll can call me Georgi! Ah
was headin' ta the Cave and thought ya'll might like ta join me fer sum
breakfast!" Even though her smile was sunny and her tone was light, her
invite was not, this wasn't a request. "Angel's got some of the
yummiest goodies ever! She's got a high-energy drink that is chock full
a chocolate! It's a great way ta start the day, an'nul cure anythin'
that ails ya!"
<end snip>
Guenthar nodded at the polite "order", gathered his padd and his
gear, and headed to the Cave with the Counselor.
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[0710 hrs, the Cave]
Guenthar nodded courteously and grumbled acknowledgements to the
perky counselor's banter, but he really felt quite uncomfortable with
"regaling" the Counseler with his past exploits. How do you tell a
Starfleet Officer that you were "hatched" as a genetic hybrid in a
Romulan lab, had two human adopted parents, arrived in Federation Space
via an interstellar black hole generator, and were attacked while in
the academy by assailants unknown. None of this boded well to someone
who had to decide your stability and ability to work well with others.
While Georgi laughed and conversated with Angel at the "bar",
Guenthar made his way over to the replicator, where he entered his
preferences program. Soon afterward, his meal materialized. The table
nearest the replicator had to move based on the smell alone that
emanated from Guenthar's plate.
As Georgi made her way to a table, Guenthar followed suit, sliding
his tray to his seat. He didn't want to come off as overly confident,
yet at the same time, did not want to appear reclusive, either. "So,
Guenthar... can I call you Guenthar??" Georgi asked prefunctorally,
"What do you have... for... <gulp>...breakfast??" she inquired
half-nauceously, as the smell and the appearance of the food finally
made its impact.
"Please, Guenthar is quite acceptable," he smiled *in his way*, "but
those who know me well simply call me Tusk..." He then went on to
describe his meal. "The drink is vinegar and fermented milk, it
relaxes my senses... baby jellyfish provides lucites and chemicals to
keep my skin greasy, but I usually prefer to eat them live..." he
remarked. "Vulcan sea quills are rich in fiber, but most people can't
get past the puckering alum taste to them... besides, I'm not sure
human systems can digest them, and finally, targ-luten, which tastes
great as a steak, in slabs, or in links or patties!" he finished
enthusiastically. "Would you like a taste??"
"Er... no thanks, *Tusk*..." Georgi replied, trying not to grimace.
"So," Ensign Tachlan asked, biting into a jellyfish as it squirted
out, "what would you like to talk about??"
<Tag, Georgi!>
Respectfully submitted by:
Ron Lund
aka Ensign Guenthar Tachlan, Tactical Officer
Summary:
MD 5, 0710 hrs: Guenthar partakes in an unappetizing breakfast while
talking with the Counselor.
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