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OOC: This sim is going out to both the Wallace and Independence mailing
lists. Apologies to those who recieve this twice.

Hope you don't mind me bringing a guest or two with me Admiral, I'd planned
the visit to be for shore leave but given it's so short, I thought brining
them with us would be the easiest option... their journey to DS17 has been
mentioned a few times previously, and the vessel was delayed in arrival by
the events regarding Eratis...

I shall write the actual moving onto the Independence soon, probably Monday.


IC:

((Salaks' Quarters, Deck 3, USS Wallace))

::His work on the Wallace could never be complete, there would always be
some system malfunctioning somewhere on the ship, yet time was his main
constraint now as ever... He was due to have left the ship within the hour,
yet had still not read the PADD detailing his new posting which lay buried
amongst the ever-constant pile upon his desk.::

::He had still not replaced the desk... it was a standard issue desk;
metallic and dull in comparison to it's forebairer. Little remained of the
old desk now, shattered into splinters when the very place the Vulcan stood
was devasted by a bomb 9 months ago. He'd only recently been able to move
back in, the entire section rebuilt. The wall was lined with crates of
belongings, yet the new desk along with other furniture was due to arrive on
the station any day now, on the Tananda...::

::It would not be difficult to move out, a simple process of beaming all the
crates to where he was going, be it ship, station or shuttle. That left just
his Lyre and the work he still had cluttered on the desk. He moved towards
the pile of PADD's, hoping to find the one with his posting upon it, when he
was interupted by the door chime...::

Salak: Enter?

::He had not expected anyone to come by at this time, especially with the
senior crew all departing. Salak looked towards the door as it slid open
with its characteristic swoosh, the light of the corridor cast upon the
floor with a shadow within it as it penetrated the dark barren room::

Salak: Mother?

T'Plar: I was told I could find you here...

::Salak simply nodded in acknowledgement and continued to search for the
PADD whilst his mother glanced around the room::

T'Plar: So this is the place you call home then?

Salak: That would be correct, although not for much longer...

T'Plar: You're moving?

::Salak dropped a seventh PADD on the floor having skim read it, seeing a
note on the eighth which he was looking for...::

Salak: Your logic would be accurate.

T'Plar: May I inquire as to where?

::Salak reads the PADD...::

Salak: The Independence... it leaves the station today.

T'Plar: When will you return here?

Salak: I can not provide a definate answer, mother... However, if I can't
stay here where you are, perhaps you can come with me where I shall be?

T'Plar: Is that permissable?

Salak: Well I would need to place the request for guest quarters for you to
my new commanding officer but family is permitted on board so logically...

::Salak began writing a note on the PADD, to file the request for the
Admiral to see... He then used wall console above the desk, beaming the
crates onto the Independence. It was only at this point that he wondered...
Transmitting the message for Admiral Anassasi's attention, he proceeded to
ask...::

Salak: How did you travel here mother, I was not aware you had left the
embassy...

T'Plar: A frieghter, the SS Tananda. It was performing a run from Andor and
Vulcan to this station, and provided the possibility of a... non-exotic form
of travel.

Salak: Indeed... Would you care to walk with me? I am done here.

T'Plar: I shall need to arrange for my transfer from the station to your new
ship, we shall talk later Salak...

Salak: Indeed mother. Live long and prosper.

T'Plar: Peace and long life...

::T'Plar left the room, Salak alone once more as his mother returned to the
station and her quarters.  Salak ordered a Spice Tea from the replicator,
sealed the room, and walked across to the station himself... saying farewell
to the Wallace for perhaps the final time...::


Lt.JG Salak
Engineer
USS Independence

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OOC: Trying to write an emotional yet believeable departure for a
Vulcan... it even sounds difficult, in my mind anyway. I'll give it a
go though.

IC:

((Main Engineering, USS Wallace))

::His imminent transfer had not taken effect yet, he was still the
Chief Engineer of this vessel. Thus he still had a job to do in
maintaining the Wallace, even if he was unsure of her fate. This ship
would soon either be out of use or be in the care of another crew. If
the latter was true, the new Chief would not appreciate a mountain of
work as soon as he took over the job.::

::As illogical as it may seem, he was going to miss this place. He'd
not admit it to anyone, but he knew it was true. This ship had been
his first posting after the academy, his first posting as a
department head, and the heart that kept beating through all that
time was in clear view of his console and his office::

::The room was relatively empty; apart from a crewman working on a
console at the far end, the young Vulcan was alone. He stepped away
from his console and walked towards the core; the warp core which had
been his responsibility for over a year now, despite the ship being
laid up in dry dock for the majority of that time.::

::Salak stopped next to the guard rail around the core, it's pulse
echoing through the room. He reached out, his right hand flat against
the surface of the beating heart. The warmth radiating from it made
his arm tingle, his thoughts turned to all the events that hadoccured
to him in this room, on this ship, on this assignment... in a parting
move, Salak took back his hand and turned away.::

::He returned to his console, checked for a third time that the main
systems were working within limits, and shut his post down. The
crewman had left the room, he was on his own as he climbed the ladder
onto the balcony, the upper deck of the room. He walked along the
walkway towards a door in the corner. Before it opened, he turned one
last time to look at the Engine Room and turned off the lights. The
room lit in the blue glow of the Core, he stepped out of the door
into the corridors of Deck 7, and the door closed behind him for the
final time...::


Lt.JG Salak
Chief Engineer
USS Wallace

((OOC2: Adendum. Seeing as we are all due to be reassigned soon i felt this simm
was meant too come after everything had quietened down and we were all going our
separate ways. Sorry for posting it so soon))


((OOC: Sorry for my absence. I have been moving house and have come into some
hellish problems regarding power and Internet. All seems to be resolved now. Its
been a pleasure simming with all of you and i'm sorry i could not have been a
bit more active than i was. ))

::Kirov walked out of his office on the Wallace. He had just finished
transporting all of his office belongining to the transport ship. This had been
a hectic time in his life and he was now closing the chapter::

Kirov: Computer. Lock tactical office and purge personal databases KirovAlpha
and KirovOmega from the ships database.

::There was the usual chirp from the computer signifying that this was done. He
sighed and walked away from the closed door. Each office he passed stired a
different memory and feeling as he passed. This ship had a soul and he was sad
to see it go down this way. He walked slower and slower till he came to the
Turbo lift. It hummed and stopped the door opened and inside was the Captain::

Kirov: Captain.

Kare'en: response

:: Kar seemed a little dead inside but who could blame him. So did Kirov. ::

Kirov: Just transporting the last of my work to the transport ship. Nat and I
are taking the kids on a little holiday before the reasign me.

Kare'en: response

Kirov: Dont know yet. I figure i'll just take a runabout and go nebulae hoping.
Just spend some quality time with them. We are going to stop back on Earth and
visit the folks for a while.

Kare'en: response

Kirov: And what about yourself?

Kare'en: response

Kirov: I see. Sounds interesting.

::The two paused in solom silence while the turbo lift hummed to a stop. They
stepped out and walked to the airlock and stood at its entrance. ::

Kirov: Well sir i guess this is it. If your ever on Earth look up my folks I'm
sure they would be honoured to have you stay with them. Might even teach you how
to dance.

::Kirov chuckled slightly::

Kare'en: response

::Kar turned to leave but Kirov couldn't help himself::

Kiorv: Sir.

::He waited for Kar to turn and then he snapped up in a salute::

Kirov: It was an honour to serve with you.

Kare'en: response

TBC....

Lt Cmdr John Kirov
Unassigned

((OOC: Sorry for my absence. I have been moving house and have come into some
hellish problems regarding power and Internet. All seems to be resolved now. Its
been a pleasure simming with all of you and i'm sorry i could not have been a
bit more active than i was. ))

::Kirov walked out of his office on the Wallace. He had just finished
transporting all of his office belongining to the transport ship. This had been
a hectic time in his life and he was now closing the chapter::

Kirov: Computer. Lock tactical office and purge personal databases KirovAlpha
and KirovOmega from the ships database.

::There was the usual chirp from the computer signifying that this was done. He
sighed and walked away from the closed door. Each office he passed stired a
different memory and feeling as he passed. This ship had a soul and he was sad
to see it go down this way. He walked slower and slower till he came to the
Turbo lift. It hummed and stopped the door opened and inside was the Captain::

Kirov: Captain.

Kare'en: response

:: Kar seemed a little dead inside but who could blame him. So did Kirov. ::

Kirov: Just transporting the last of my work to the transport ship. Nat and I
are taking the kids on a little holiday before the reasign me.

Kare'en: response

Kirov: Dont know yet. I figure i'll just take a runabout and go nebulae hoping.
Just spend some quality time with them. We are going to stop back on Earth and
visit the folks for a while.

Kare'en: response

Kirov: And what about yourself?

Kare'en: response

Kirov: I see. Sounds interesting.

::The two paused in solom silence while the turbo lift hummed to a stop. They
stepped out and walked to the airlock and stood at its entrance. ::

Kirov: Well sir i guess this is it. If your ever on Earth look up my folks I'm
sure they would be honoured to have you stay with them. Might even teach you how
to dance.

::Kirov chuckled slightly::

Kare'en: response

::Kar turned to leave but Kirov couldn't help himself::

Kiorv: Sir.

::He waited for Kar to turn and then he snapped up in a salute::

Kirov: It was an honour to serve with you.

Kare'en: response

TBC....

Lt Cmdr John Kirov
Unassigned

OOC: This is after the wave has passed but before the Hammond arrives...
albeit not by very much... half an hour perhaps?

IC:

((SS Tananda, near DS17))

::She stood gazing out of her quarters, the structure growing clearer and
larger in the window as the vessel approached it. The loud humming of the
engines died down as they neared, shutting entirely as the station began to
dominate the window. A blue light linked the station to the ship, pulling
the two together. T'Plar watched in curiousity as the darkness of space
became increasingly obscured by the lower pylon towards which the ship
moved...::

::The vessel shook suddenly, a loud thud. T'Plar led her daughter out of
their quarters and along the hall to the docking hatch, hoping to board the
station. A series of clunking noises echoed through the corridors as the old
friegther latched onto it's moorings, securing its berth at the station. By
the time the two Vulcans reached the docking port, it was secure...::

::They stepped off the Tananda, onto the station. A young Ensign met them,
wearing gold bands on his sleeves. He offered an escort, but T'Plar
declined... she did not want to go to quarters yet. Asking for the security
officer to take their luggage to the quarters he had mentioned, T'Plar and
her daughter then proceeded through the corridors of the station, in search
of the reason they had come...::



T'Plar
Ambassadors wife,
Vulcan Embassy, Andor.

as simmed by

Lt.JG Salak
Chief Engineer
USS Wallace

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((OOC: Flash forward!  We're skipping all the meat and getting to
the conclusion.  I wanted to say what a pleasure it is to sim with
EACH and EVERY ONE of you and I hope to continue to do so.  I know
the Wallace is being decommissioned, but please do not take this
news in a light of sadness.  We had a great run together, but the
future holds exciting things to come. Let's carry the Wallace's
memory to the future… together. :-D ))

IC:

((XO's office, DS 17))

::Alana thought back to the recent hours past with much thanks.  The
Goddess, Karawati, had certainly smiled upon them with her graces
these past few days.  It was a small victory, but at least the
station was in one solid piece after the blow from Eratis.::

((Flashback, Four Hours Before))

::The station, having been properly handled by all departments with
their tasks, basked in the vast glory of Eratis' wrath.  As the star
pumped out immense energy, punishing the station with a radiation
wave, the officers aboard made great decisions and made the best out
of a bad situation.  Medical made wise time in creating enough
inoculates in case of radiation sickness.  Security cleared the
areas of the station that would be most affected.  Engineering was
successful in `locking all the hatches' and Science worked with
Tactical well with finding solutions to increase shield input to
minimize the affects on Deep Space 17.::

::The station did rock hard.  It could not and would not be denied.
The bright light blinded their sensors, making readings wild and
undecipherable.  Alana found herself thinking back to all the
psyches on the station and empathizing with them, knowing of all
their fears and dreams.  It was an immaculate and pure moment of
truth as she viewed all the happenings through the viewer…::

Devar: Report!

::She scurried across the deck, her hand raised over her chest.
Keiran… Halla… the crew, it all mattered deeply.::

Uka: The shields… they are holding!

::She didn't realize how long she had been holding that breath, but
when Alana exhaled all the worry that had been brewing inside of her
vanished almost instantaneously.  Seconds later, Uka continued with
her thick Nigerian accent rolling from her tongue.::

Uka: The wave has stopped…

::Alana nodded.::

Devar: Damage report…

::Alana moved over to looked over Uka's shoulder as she called in
the departments.::

Uka: Shields are now down by 35%.  The station has not sustained any
serious damage, but the sensors are down so we can't get a full
analysis at this time.  We are currently on standby for breakdown.

::The dark-skinned woman must've took notice to the worried
expression etched across the Betazoid's brow, as she continued
without any pause.::

Uka: Never fear, Commander.  It looks like the station will stand to
survive more years to come.

((Present))

::Uka's words rang heavily in Alana's mindset as she skimmed through
the reports, anticipating the arrival of the USS Hammond and
organizing the start of repair for the station.  Despite for a few
systems being down and other things, the station herself seemed
otherwise in good shape… Eratis, herself, appeared to returning back
to normal but without long-range sensors science couldn't gather a
full detailed report. As for the personnel, thankfully, there were
only a few cases of illness, but most of those came from stress and
over-exhaustion from civilians and crewmen alike.::

::Letting out a long sigh, Alana thought of her son and longed to
hold his little squirmy body in her arms… after all this, motherhood
seemed like a piece of cake.::

TBC…

Lieutenant Commander Alana Devar
First Officer
USS Wallace / Deep Space 17

((DS 17, OPS))

::Alana had been on her way to sickbay to check in on the
medications that the doctors were supposed to be working on, but
when she received a call from Lieutenant Commander Uka about the
recent happenings with Eratis, she had to come to the Operations
level immediately.  As she scanned through the recent information,
preparing for a briefing with the crew, her communicator sounded to
life with the voice of the Betazoid counselor.::

Maria: =/\= Maria to Devar. =/\=

Devar: =/\= This is Commander Devar. =/\=

Maria: =/\= Your sister wanted to know if she could help the crew
with the current situation, given that she refuses to go back to her
quarters anyway I think it would be beneficial to accept her aid...=/
\=

::Carmen always had a spirited fire about her, which made Alana
smile.::

Devar: =/\= Knowing Carmen as I do, I can only imagine.  Bring her
on up. =/\=

::…we could use all the help we can get.  And Carmen was one of the
best.::

Maria: =/\= Thank you Commander, we'll be at Ops in a short time.
Ensign Maria out.=/\=

TBC/TAG

LtCmd Alana Devar
FO, Deep Space 17 / USS Wallace

((Near the Habitat Level, DS 17))

Arcadia: Would you prefer I carry you to sickbay then and let them
look at it for you?

Shannon: You would do that for me?  I mean...but what about my
quarters?

::Arcadia felt his pulse quicken when he noticed the tears swimming
in her green eyes, turning the whites only slightly red to amplify
the intense emerald color.  He sighed.::

Arcadia: All right.  You leave me no choice.

Shannon: Are we going to sickbay now?

Arcadia:  Yes.

::Shaking his head only in thought, the tall man loomed downwards to
scoop the petite beauty into his strong arms.  She reached around
his neck as he lifted her towards his chest and made headway to
sickbay.::

Shannon:  You are such a gentleman for helping me Lieutenant.

::A gullible one, perhaps, the half Argellian man thought.::

Arcadia:  I couldn't help a lady when she's down.

::She looked up, offering a small smile for his words.::

Shannon:  I hope this won't get you in too much trouble.

Arcadia: I can't help your… fall, Shannon.

Shannon:  You still aren't going to tell me what is happening are
you?

Arcadia:  Nope.

Shannon: How am I supposed to take care of myself if I don't know
what is going on?

Arcadia: You'll have to manage.

::A small curl tugged at the corners of his lips as he said this.::

Shannon: Response?

::Just at that moment, Nev's communicator sounded.::

Riley: =/\= Doctor Riley to security=/\=

Arcadia: =/\= This is Lieutenant Arcadia. =/\=

Riley:  =/\=I am in need of assistance in sickbay.=/\=

Arcadia: =/\= I'm on my way there now…=/\=

Riley: =/\=Thank you.  I'll see you in a few minutes.=/\=

::She ended the conversation before Arcadia could say he was heading
there with her twin.::

Shannon: Response?

Arcadia: Looks like a man's work is never done!

Shannon: Response?

::It didn't take them long to reach the sickbay.  En route, Nev held
his secret to Shannon's persistent advances on the subject.  He
wouldn't deny he enjoyed her company, but wouldn't allow this
position to be known vocally.  Once they entered the bay, however,
Nev's mood changed… nurses flocked to and fro.  Setting Shannon down
on a bio-bed, Nev moved in deeper.::

Shannon: Response?

Arcadia: I don't know… Sidney… Doctor Riley?

Responses/Reactions?

OOC: Sorry I'm a little late responding to this.  Have fun, though!

Lt Nev Arcadia
Security NPC
Deep Space 17

((Main Engineering, DS 17))

Summers: How soon you need this shuttle, lady?

Geeva: As soon as is possible, sir.  I do have a meeting with
Commander Kirov in the near future, but I do expect myself and
Ensign Owens to be departing within one standard hour after that
meeting. Will that be sufficient time to make the necessary
modifications?

Summers: Something like this...

::He eyed over the PADD and rubbed the tip of his scraggly chin with
his callused fingers.  This kind of fashioning would take the better
part of five hours, at least.::

Summers: …may take some time to do right.  Give me a few hours and
I'll round up some men to take care of this.

Geeva: Of course, sir. If there is anything that I might do to
assist your efforts, do not hesitate to speak with me of it.

Summers: Thank you ma'am.

Geeva: Is there an unused console present that I may use for a short
while? I do not wish to be distant from you, in the event that you
require my assistance, but also I do wish  to monitor Eratis and its
fluctuations.

Summers: Yeah, right over there…

::He pointed to what he called a heap, but it was in otherwise
useable condition.::

Geeva: Ah! Again, I give thanks to you, sir.

Summers: Not a problem…

::As the tall woman moved to the terminal, Summers started on the
agenda at hand.::

((OOC: Just a short one. :-D))

Alden Summers
Station Technician NPC
Deep Space 17

 

((Sickbay, DS 17))

 

 

Riley:  Mr. Barlow  you need to remain calm...  ::Sidney takes a deep breath trying to remain calm herself.  She clutches the hypo in her pocket.::

 

:: Barlow holds his COM in his hand, and is quite surprised when it starts to

translate  Dr. Riley's words into Barlow's language. Barlow is so surprised that he drops the COM unit and scurries under the desk once again.

 

Riley:  Everything is going to be OK Lieutenant...

 

::Once again Barlow's COM unit begins to translate, and this time Barlow darts out and clutches the COM device in his hands, listening intently to the translation.::

 

::Suddenly Sidney hears a clicking sound behind her, she isn't sure what it is because she's trying to keep her attention on Barlow.::

 

Riley:  Lieutenant why don't you have a seat in the chair?

 

:: Barlow listen to his COM unit intently and turns to peer at the chair pushed up against the desk. Not quite understanding "chair" Barlow instead climbs on top of the desk.  Clearly he is not Happy with the  flat  open space of the desk top, Barlow stands fully upright, waving his arms around, as if measuring the space around the desk.::

::Sidney wonders when the power is going to be restored in sickbay, it would be so much easier if she had proper light. ::

 

Riley:  Barlow sit down!

 

::Sidney tries to stay patient waiting for the proper time to use the hypo she was gripping in her hand.::

 

:: Once again, Barlow listens to the translation, but is unable to understand the words, but he seems to understand the force behind the words and he jumps.::

 

<reply>

 

:: The materials that made the walls of the Sick -Bay and this office, are a composite made for strength, durability, and aesthetics. It is the last aspect that Barlow is able to grip the walls. Also, if the lights where back on, one would notice that Barlow's finger-tips have become bulbous and are made to grip most any surface, both horizontal and vertical surfaces.::

 

<reply>

 

:: Barlow's COM unit falls at Dr.Riley's feet, and as Barlow scurries now into a darker corner of the ceiling, these words can be heard.::

 

COM: Hunger...Open space...afraid...

 

<reply>

 

 

Lt.Drake Barlow

Science Officer

USS Wallace.

 

OOC Part Two: Feel free to slice and dice this post up however you want. Also, Barlow is not going to do something you want by just talking to him...so have fun eh?

((Sickbay, DS17))

Wittburn:  Mr. Salak?  Can you hear me?

::He knew that voice, he could not see his face... he just couldn't put a name to it...::

Salak: I... can...

Wittburn: What is your assessment of his condition Ensign?

T'Raene: His condition is not good, however it has stabilised. I do not think his health will worsen but he requires aid and above all time to recover.

::Time... a luxury they didn't have... the engineering department needed as many hands as it could get right now, he had to try and get discharged, even if he wasn't at his best, medically...::

Salak: We... don't...

::Salak couldn't complete his sentence, Wittburn speaking as Salak still struggled to get the words out...::

Wittburn: It will be ok Lieutenant. 

::The man rested his hand on the Vulcan's shoulder in a futile attempt to reassure him...::

Salak: No... time...

::Salak's words fell on deaf ears, the mans attention already upon the Vulcan woman with them. The two talked next to where Salak lay...::

T'Raene: Vulcans are tougher than terrans, they can withstand a great deal given time to recover.

Wittburn: All I know is they'd better hurry up and give us some power up here or...

T'Raene: Or recovery will take a great deal longer than expected and we may have some difficulty in having him operational prior to the radiation wave.

Riley/Wittburn: response?

T'Raene: Of course doctor, I'll get right back to them.

Riley/Wittburn: response?
 
TAG! TBC...

 
Lt.JG Salak
Chief Engineer
USS WALLACE & DS17

((DS 17 -- Twilight's Edge))

Rowax: Hector...I hope you know you didn't hurt me.

::Rayne sat down at the table across from his friend. Hector wouldn't
quite make eye contact with him, and Rayne wanted to look his friend
in the eye and tell him it was okay. But Hector just looked down at
the table.::

Hector: But there were these bruises. All over your body.

::Rayne bit his lip not knowing what to say. Hector had to know they
were hickeys right? Rayne felt his hand run to his neck and he closed
his eyes as his fingers traced the red marks that were nearly gone.::

Rowax: I didn't...I mean...they were good bruises. ::Pause:: Well I
mean...if you want them to be.

::Hector frowned, his mind trying to wrap around his friend's words.::

Hector: Good bruises? Does that mean I *did* do that to you?

::The waiter's face flushed as another thought occurred to him.::

Hector: Or was someone else there too? Did you have sex on the beach
with someone else after I fell asleep?

::The thought of that happening made Hector mad, real mad. But he
wasn't sure why.::

::Rayne snapped his eyes open to see the earnest look in Hector's
eyes. Did the man not remember...not understand what had happened
between the two of them? The fuzzy memories Rayne could recall had all
been himself and Hector. Hector kissing him on the stomach, Hector
kissing him on the neck, and Hector kissing him on the lips.::

Rowax: No...just you. ::Pause:: I mean...it was only you there that
night. Don't you remember?

::Rayne felt himself flush at the look in Hector's eyes. How could he
tell the man what they had done? Hector frowned again, and then
concentrated. Really hard.::

Hector: Well, I remember having sex on the beach with you. At least
twice. And we were on your couch. And you hugged me, because you said
I was such a good friend. And then I hugged you back. And then I
started feeling really funny, but I didn't want to say anything,
because I was having so much fun.

::Hector bit his lower lip.::

Hector: Everything after that...I'm not so sure about. I think you
must have helped me get ready for bed, because I was in my shorts when
I woke up. My head felt really funny though when I did wake up. And I
looked at you, and saw... Well, those marks...

::Rayne felt his hands reach out to hold one of Hector's own hands. He
friend just looked down and smiled at him.::

Rowax: Hector...those marks...they aren't bad marks. ::Pause:: It just
means that we were...intimate.

::Rayne suddenly felt silly holding his friends hand so he loosened
his grip. Looking down at the floor Rayne wondered if Hector had ever
been intimate with someone. The blonde haired man seemed like he had
never had experience with something like this.::

::Hector's confusion deepened.::

Hector: Intimate... Like you want to marry me?

::Rayne looked back up at Hector and laughed at his friends smile.
Hector hadn't pulled his hand away, and Rayne felt himself leaning
forward so there words would be more private. Over at the bar Evila
was shooting daggers with her eyes, and Rayne felt a bit threatened.::

Rowax: Well...intimate...in the physical sense. ::Pause:: Do you know
what I'm saying?

::Hector's face lit up with a sudden burst of understanding. Only to
darken with a deeper confusion yet.::

Hector: You mean...we were making babies?

::Rayne didn't know what to say. Is that what intimacy and sex meant
to Hector? Did his friend not understand physical desire and
attraction? Would Rayne be the one to explain it to him.::

Rowax: Sometimes...people are intimate...not to just make babies.
::Pause:: Sometimes people touch each other because of a desire that
they share.

::Rayne hoped he wasn't confusing or scaring Hector. If his friend
wasn't attracted to him, and his friend didn't understand what they
had done then he might be ruining there relationship.::

::Hector nodded slowly, his mind racing.::

Hector: Like a...desire to be best friends?

::Rayne felt a foot touching his own, and the smile on Hector's face
made him feel like his friend wasn't angry with him. But did Hector
finally understand what had happened? Did Hector think that having
Rayne as a friend meant that they could touch each other that way?::

Rowax: It doesn't have to happen again...if you only want to be
friends I mean.

Hector: No! I mean, I'd love to have sex on the beach with you again.
I just got confused because I didn't remember some things and my head
hurt and I got so worried that I had hurt you... ::pause:: It looked
like I had *bit* you.

::Rayne felt Hector's hand tighten in his. The man's words had been so
jumbled he had almost not understood them. Rayne still felt like his
friend wasn't grasping what had happened. The look in Hector's eyes
made Rayne a little bit scared.::

Rowax: You did more than bite me Hector. ::Pause:: We kissed each
other, we made out with each other. That's why...I thought you
wouldn't want to be friends anymore.

::Hector licked his lips. He had heard about making out before, and he
knew that you did it with someone you really liked. He just didn't
know that it lead to bruising.::

Hector: Did you like it, when we made out?

::Rayne felt his heart beat quickly. Hector was still holding hands
with Rayne. The look in his eyes was almost daring Rayne to say no.
Rayne didn't want to lie to his friend. The memories he could
recall...they were pleasant, and they made him flush.::

Rowax: I...I can't remember a lot. ::Pause...looking down at the floor
and almost coming out as a whisper.:: I liked what...it felt...it was
good.

::Rayne wondered what his friend would do. Would his friend hate him?
Hector didn't seem like he minded. The gazes the two were sharing were
heated. But even more than that Rayne knew he liked Hector. Maybe his
friend had never been in a relationship before. Maybe Hector didn't
understand what it felt like when you were attracted to someone.::

::Hector smiled a small smile at his friend and squeezed Rayne's hand.::

Hector: If you like, maybe we can try it again some time? And
hopefully I'll remember more about it... Though I know you Starfleet
guys are busy people.

::Rayne felt himself blush. Was that Hector...coming on to him? He'd
been so scared that Hector wouldn't understand, or that he wouldn't
want to be friends anymore. Rayne hadn't expected Hector to enjoy what
they had done.::

Rowax: I'd...I mean...your not upset?
::Rayne bit his lip and felt his heart pump. Hector had a smile on his
face and then looked shyly down at the table. And then he looked up at
Rayne again.::

Hector: I was so worried I'd hurt my best friend. But if I did
something he liked, we'll have to try it again sometime...

::Rayne wanted Hector. But...something was wrong with what his friend
had said..::

Rowax: But only if you liked it too. ::Pause:: I'd never want you to
do something because you felt obligated.

::Hector frowned.::

Hector: I *think* I liked it. I know I liked sex on the beach with
you, Rayne. And I'd like to try other stuff too.

::He smiled again.::

Hector: If you'd want to try them with me...

::Rayne felt Hector's foot nudging his own under the table. The two
were holding hands, and flirting it seemed. Just as Rayne was about to
reply to Hector that yes, he wanted nothing more than to *try things*
with his friend, a sudden jerk of the floor had Rayne and Hector
tumbling out of their seats into the floor. Rayne felt his head bang
against the ground, and couldn't remember where he was for a second.::

Rowax: I...that hurt. ::Looking across the floor and seeing Hector
sitting up. The last few minutes flashed back to him.:: Hector...are
you okay?

::Hector was frozen still, gripping the seat of his chair as if that
would stop the shaking. He finally let go and remembered to breathe
again.::

Hector: I'm fine. But what's going on?

::Rayne knew his forehead had a small cut and was bleeding a little.
He was feeling a little dizzy. He had forgotten for those few minutes
with Hector about Eratis, and the shockwave and radiation that was
tumbling towards the station...apparently faster than they had
anticipated.::

Rowax: I...I don't have time to explain. ::Reaching out for his friend
so they could hug.:: Are you sure your okay?

::Hector hugged Rayne tightly.::

Hector: I'm ok. I know you have to go. ::pause:: Just come back safe, ok?

::Rayne felt his cheek brush against his friends as he pulled away. Of
course he would come back safe. Hector needed to get to his quarters
though, and Rayne made sure he would call a security guard to escort
the man there.::

Rowax: I'm calling a security guard to help you and Evila to your
quarters okay? ::Pause:: I'll meet you there as soon as I can okay?
Don't leave your quarters...not for anything okay!

::And without a second look back Rayne rushed out of the restraunt. He
was needed in sickbay...he was needed in sickbay immediately.::



Lcmd Rayne Rowax
CMO
USS WALLACE/DS 17

&

Hector
Civilian waiter
Twilight's Edge

((Sickbay, DS 17))

 

Riley:  Lieutenant Barlow?

 

:: The taste of the air has changed, but Barlow is committed on his task and continues the hunt.::

 

::For some reason Sidney got an uneasy feeling.  What was going on?  She couldn't see very well in the dim emergency lighting.  But something was definitely wrong.  Sidney reached into her pocket and grabbed the hypo.  She stepped into the room cautiously.:: 

 

Riley:  Barlow?

 

:: The funny feeling in Barlow's head, the strange tilt of the floor and now yet another distraction, all was almost forgotten as Barlow moves slightly.::

 

::Sidney took another step forward and then noticed a very slight movement.  Suddenly she realized what was making her so uneasy.  She could make out the outline of a body under the CMO's desk and it appeared to be in a crouched, stalking position.  Just like a cat pouncing it's prey.  Barlow?!  But what was he stalking?  Sidney looked in the direction Barlow's body was pointed.  A cat sat in the corner asleep.  A Cat?!  Andy?!  Sidney let her eyes focus.  No, not Andy.  This cat was orange...an orange tabby cat.  She had seen it around sickbay before and knew the female cat was a friend of Andy's.::

 

::Suddenly Barlow started to move.  Before she knew it Sidney was moving towards the Lieutenant herself.::

 

Riley:  Lieutenant Barlow!  Stop!

 

::The cat became startled and ran quickly past Barlow towards the door.  Sidney suddenly found herself face to face with Barlow.  She froze.  The look on his face and in his eyes was accentuated by the dim lighting.  It was the look of a scared animal.::

 

::Barlow stands ready to attack, well balanced on his feet. His tongue extends to its full length, flicking very close to Dr. Riley's face.::

 

<reply if any>

 

:: Barlow's skin under his chin turns a red color as Barlow pumps his head up and down. Barlow tilts his head side to side while jerking his head up and down.::

 

<reply if any>

 

:: Barlow opens his mouth wide, exposing all of his teeth, while flicking his tonque once again directly towards Dr.Riley.::

 

<reply if any>

 

:: Barlow seems to be waiting for some kind of reply. Slowly, Barlow's head jerking, up and down and to side and side, increase in tempo. The red coloring below Barlow's chin also seems to increase with his head movements. It is the same for the frequency of Barlow exposing his teeth towards Dr.Riley.::

 

<reply if any>

 

 

Lt.Drake Barlow

Science Officer

USS Wallace.

((Deep Space 17 - Main Engineering))

Summers: "All right. I'll look over this readings and give you my best."

Geeva: "I give much thanks to you, Mr. Summers."

Summers: "How soon you need this shuttle, lady?"

Geeva: "As soon as is possible, sir," ::she quickly replies,:: "I do have a
meeting with Commander Kirov in the near future, but I do expect myself and
Ensign Owens to be departing within one standard hour after that meeting. Will
that be sufficient time to make the necessary modifications? "

Summers: Response?

Geeva: "Of course, sir. If there is anything that I might do to assist your
efforts, do not hesitate to speak with me of it."

Summers: Response?

Geeva: "Is there an unused console present that I may use for a short while? I
do not wish to be distant from you, in the event that you require my assistance,
but also I do wish  to monitor Eratis and its fluctuations."

Summers: Response?

Geeva: "Ah! Again, I give thanks to you, sir."

Summers: Reponse?

---
Ensign Geeva Kalpana
HCO Officer
USS Wallace

Science Officer
Deep Space 17

((FTU Base: Audience Chamber))

:: Eight pairs of eyes flickered simultaneously. The chitin of the creature
now carried a slight crimson hue to it. Still it considered her words. ::

Sskett: Very well, Fleet Captain. I agr. . .

:: Behind her, the doors parted. In the hall, one of the guards hit the wall
before sliding to the floor unconscious. The second guard stumbled
unceremoniously into the audience chamber. With a hard shove, a
ragged-looking terran sent the man sliding across the tiled floor. The guard
skidded a meter or more before connecting with the bulkhead. Then he too,
lay still. ::

Sy: No ONE MOVE! I'm only hear for Sskett. Yo bug, you killed my
cousin, NOW you die.

:: The man stepped forward. In his hands, the snub-nosed blaster began to
rise. Blue eyes flickered toward the guard at her side followed by an
imperceptible nod. The guard's eyes widened suddenly as he realized what she
was about to do. ::

:: A clawed hand greeted the blaster, knocking it suddenly up and back. The
man's hands followed suit before swinging back towards the Acamarian woman.
She was faster, however, his inebriation now working against him. Her balled
fist slammed into his jaw, stunning him. ::

Guard: "Captain!"

:: Glancing back at her security officer, she stepped aside allowing the
guard to stun the Terran. Looking back up at the Insectoid, she smiled
wickedly. ::

Anassasi: I believe your ante just increased: 25%.

:: Its abdomen writhed behind it; the chitin protecting its thorax grew a
deeper shade of red. Hissing at her, sixteen eyes scowled down at the now
unconscious ruffian. ::

Sskett: He is alone and armed with a single blaster. 18%.

:: The woman smiled deviously. ::

Anassasi: Yes, but it was a double-barreled blaster and he did manage to
disable *both* of your guards. Yet remarkably we are still standing. 20%.

Sskett: Done.


((Time warp Forward))

:: Jessa tapped her comm. badge as she exited the chamber. Behind her, the
guard scurried to keep up. ::

Anassasi: =/\= Anassasi to Commander Mar. Assemble both teams and meet me
back at the shuttle. It is time to leave. =/\=

Mar: =/\= Response? =/\=

:: Striding down the corridor unescorted by Base guards, she made her way
towards a lift. ::

Anassasi: =/\= We can discuss it once we are off this rock, Commander.
Anassasi out. =/\=

((Time Warp Forward: Twenty hours later: USS Hammond: Ready Room))

:: Jessa looked up at the sound of the chime. Lt. Matthews had Bridge duty
at the moment and according to helm they were due to arrive back at the
station in less than four hours. Calmly, she answered the chime. ::

Anassasi: Come.

:: The doors parted revealing the red-headed Trill. ::

Anassasi: Excellent timing Commander. Please, have a seat.

:: Placing her thumb to the padd, she passed it back to the yeoman before
dismissing the woman from the room. ::

Anassasi: Our ETA to DS17 is just under four hours. The Station was hit by a
radiation wave from Eratis during our absence. It has suffered some minor
damage. And yes, before you ask, Lcmd Devar, your nephew, and your brother
are all fine. Unfortunately, amidst all this chaos, Captain Kare'en has
requested a Leave of Absence for an indefinite amount of time. With the
Triumphant tracking down the Phoenix, Ursa Major tracking down sub-space
echoes, and the First Response escorting a cargo convoy out to Wheeler, that
leaves us to continue the refit process on the station. This will put us in
the prime position for ensuring the FTU's compliance as well.

Mar: Response?

Anassasi: Well, if the base sticks to the plan, the first hauler will dock
at the station before the end of the month. They will be in port for at
least a week to trade on the station as well as drop me a sample of the
refined ore. When the next convoy heads out to Wheeler, they will accompany
it.

Mar: Response?

FC Jessa Anassasi
CO, USS Hammond

OOC: Looks good, Geeva! :)

IC:

((Main Engineering, DS 17))

Summers: Blast it…

::Stupid terminals and their ancient wiring, the older gruff man
thought as his face turned sour in the dimly lit underbelly of the
terminal.  The breath was heavy as he gritted his teeth, moving his
slender body deeper into the pit.  As his nostrils flared from this
motion of frustration, something or someone came across and
practically tripped over his legs.::

Summer: What the hell?!

::A thud was heard and he quickly emerged to see the commotion.  A
familiar face is seen but he can't place a name.  He quickly
bypassed that idea and went for the obvious question; well, the
question that any decent person would ask.::

Summers: You all right, lady?

::He noted the wince on the young woman's face as she sat down,
checking herself over for any wounds.  His brushy eyebrows tightened
together in concern.::

Geeva: Yes, I am functionally able. Alden Summers, I do presume?

Summers: You got that right.

::Wiping some of the sweat from his brow, he listened as the woman
spoke further.::

Geeva: I wished to speak to you concerning the shuttle that Ensign
Owens and myself will be taking out to survey Eratis.

::She handed him a PADD that she had been carrying.::

Geeva: These would be the most optimal requirements for the
shielding to meet, but there is a not insignificant margin for error
factored into that.

Summers: Not insignificant?  Well, if you did this…

::He glanced through the information and snorted loudly, smacking
his dry and blistered lips with his tongue.  Shielding wasn't his
forte but he did have a knack for things technical and mechanical.
These requirements looked a little scary.::

Geeva: How 'not insignificant', sir? 150 per cent of what would be
safe. The shielding strength could, in all actuality, drop below
even those numbers and still protect us, although the risk of
radiation sickness for both of us increases exponentially as the
shielding power decreases.

Summers: Why not get a back up?

Geeva: Sir, I do believe in triple and quadruple redundancy and
excessively efficient equipment. At the very least, I plan for such
and my planning then allows corners to be cut in favor of time and
unknown circumstances.

Summers: All right.  I'll look over this readings and give you my
best.

Geeva: Response?

Summers: How soon you need this shuttle, lady?

Geeva: Response?

Tag!

Alden Summers
Gruff Technician NPC
Deep Space 17

((Promenade, DS 17))

Arcadia: After you.

::Waving his arm outward, he indicated the way to the habitat
level.::

Shannon: Why of course...

::The woman took the security Lieutenant's arm into her own.::

Arcadia: I am a gentleman after all.

::He gave her one of his patented boyish grins as he led her away
from the ghost-like setting of the Promenade.::

Shannon:  So how did you get stuck out here doing this job?

Arcadia:  Being security has its perks.  We get all the fun things
like taking down thieves, mauling threats and escorting beautiful
ladies back to their quarters.  It's a win-win job, you might
say.

::The was a hint of sarcasm and charm in his tone, but he knew
Shannon well enough to know that she wasn't the type to succumb to
his innate charisma.  She replied the way he thought she would,
which made him grin lopsidedly.::

Shannon:  I see...so this is fun?

Arcadia:  In a way, yes, it is.

Shannon:  You are quite a character Lieutenant...

Arcadia:  Why thank you Shannon.

::He returned her smile as they rounded to the habitat ring,
beginning the journey to her quarters.::

Shannon:  So what exactly *is* going on anyway?

Arcadia:  Orders.  Nothing big.  No reason.

Shannon:  Well, if you are escorting me to my quarters there has to
be a reason...

::One of her hands gracefully moved to her beautiful hair.::

Arcadia: There is always a reason but I cannot tell…

Shannon:  I won't tell anyone...

Arcadia:  I…

::Suddenly, the woman at his side dropped to the floor and clutched
onto her ankle.  There were no apparent bumps in the road or any
just cause for the fall.  Standing there in dismay, Nev just looked
down to her as tears welled in Shannon's eyes before they silently
splashing against her cheeks.  Sighing, he kneeled down to her and
offered his hand.::

Arcadia:  What happened?  Are you okay?

Shannon:  I don't know...I...I think I twisted my ankle...

Arcadia:  Are you okay enough to walk?

Shannon:  I...I don't think I can walk...

::The pout on her lips and the look in her eyes jerked at the kind
man inside Nev Arcadia.::

Arcadia:  Let me take a look.

Shannon: Response?

Arcadia: Would you prefer I carry you to sickbay then and let them
look at it for you?

::Silently, Arcadia scolded himself for being naïve.  The station
needed to be cleared of all civilian traffic, period.  No if's,
and's or but's. He didn't receive any pain from the woman beside him
empathically, but then again, he wasn't a full-flown empath.  He had
seen people twist their ankles for much less than walking across the
decks.  Who was he to say yes or no to this scene?::

Shannon: Response?

Arcadia: All right.  You leave me no choice.

::This woman's going to be death of me, Arcadia secretly ranted.::

Shannon: Response?

((OOC: Nice twist there Maggie! ;)  I'll leave it up to you if you
wish Arcadia to `carry' Shannon to sickbay. LOL))

Lieutenant Nev Arcadia
Security NPC
USS Wallace/DS 17

OOC: Been a pleasure simming with you all, hope to see the majority of you
on the Indy... Now, we have sims to write.

IC:

((Main Engineering, Deep Space 17))

Riley:  =/\=Dr. Riley to Engineering!=/\=

McLoughlin: =/\= McLoughlin here, go ahead Doc. =/\=

Riley:  =/\=We've lost all power up here what's going on?=/\=

McLoughlin: =/\= Give us a few minutes, we're a bit busy down here... =/\=

::The Doctor spoke again, her voice more desperate than before::

Riley:  =/\=McLoughlin I don't have time for this!  I have critical patients
dying up here!...::Sidney didn't think to close the comm channel::
Wittburn, T'Raene get over here now!=/\=

McLoughlin:  =/\= I know Doc, we're working on it!... McLoughlin out. =/\=

::The engineer closed the comm channel and turned to Piper, who was checking
the IDF...::

McLoughlin: Piper, we have bigger problems than the IDF. The diagnostic will
need to run on it's own, I need you to look at the Shields as I go and try
to help Sickbay...

::McLoughlin had a PADD and was using it as a map of the station. The
junction he was looking at was quite a way from Sickbay, further from
Engineering, but contained parts of several major systems... He had a
suspecion::

::He turned and re-entered the Jefferies tubes which he had left shortly
before. He was a little over half way to the junction when his badge chirped
again...::

Riley:  =/\=Riley to McLoughlin. What is the status on our power?=/\=

McLoughlin: =/\= I'm looking into it Doctor but it's hard to work with all
these interruptions... =/\=

Riley: Reply?

McLoughlin: =/\= I know Doc, I'm looking into the fault meself. Give us
another few minutes, I reckon it'll be a quick fix... =/\=

Riley: reply?

((OOC: Feel free to continue, I'll backsim))

::McLoughlin continued to crawl through the tubes, the heat growing as he
approached the junction. He opened the hatch to the last crawlway and
quickly shut it again... Another Plasma Fire. He'd have to find another way
around, not difficult but inconvinient... He climbed down a floor and
crawled under the fire...::

TBC...


Ensign McLoughlin
Acting Assistant Chief Engineer
USS Wallace/DS 17

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OOC: McLoughlin sim to follow in a day or two, it's 3am here so no chance
tonight. Contrary to popular belief, I do need to sleep so this is it for
tonight...

IC:

((Sickbay, DS17))

::Salaks' vision went black once more... the sound had stopped. A dim light
cast a subtle illumination over a mysterious face hanging over him,
silhouettes and shadows masking the majority of the face from view.::

::The dark figure of a hand swept across the top of the face, the lighting
and his vision too poor for him to recognise any of the specific features.
Salak felt something brush over his own forehead as he tried to recognise
them. The person then spoke, giving him an idea as to their identity...::

Riley: Mr. Salak? Can you hear me?

Salak: T'... T'Pel...?

::The voice was familiar, feminine, she sounded so like his sister, in the
poor light he could not be sure though... the apparent emotion was so
characteristic of her... His thoughts wondered as she continued, only half
hearing what she said next...::

Riley: Just relax. It's going to be ok... focus on your breathing. I'm going
to leave Ensign Wittburn with you while I find out what is going on.

::The young woman turned away, another figure talking to her... was his
sister in trouble for being here? He tried to get the attention of the
figures talking to his sister...::

Salak: She... T'Pel...

::...he had no luck. His sister disappeared into the shadows, another figure
replacing her by his bed side. This figures face was masked as well, hidden
by shadows as T'Pels had been... Who was this new figure?::

::They were not alone. A third figure joined them; one similar to the person
who had been telling his sister off. Salak saw the silhouette of their ear,
distinctively Vulcan in appearence, as the figure moved their hand over his
forehead. The hand was swiftly replaced by something else, a different
texture and far colder...::

TAG!


Lt.JG Salak
Chief Engineer
USS Wallace & Deep Space 17

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