"Welcome back Mr Torrima! Here's your drink, and that will be on the house! Please tell me, are you already given a position?"
"Well, I've had my share of bad times, yes. But I always know it will get better."
Mike looks Paris right in the eye. "It will get better. It will always turn out okay."
A long line of Friends and family.....Joined starfleet.....Had to keep the tradition going.....Besides its not every day I get to fire a ships Phaser array and destroy a threat to the federation.........Or Stop a theif from stealing in the thong store............
But I have a Vice admiral Cousin........Best Friend Cheif engineer.....and his daughter.......Distant Relative Captain.......
I have a huge line of family of some such as you can see......Even family members that arent part of my family bye blood as well.......For Example....Spock and his daughter......Spock is Cheif engineer on the USS Evolution......and his daughter is Cheif of Operations on the Rivendell....They may be vulcans but I concider them family.....Even tho I am human and they are logical this and that Vulcans....
Mixed up galaxy this is isnt it ?
"That would be nice, ma'am."
<Mindlink>
"It would be best for the time being not to let on of what I told you about your true heritage. Things are still uneasy. However, I can teach you how to build our swords and use technology to hide it from sight. I can show you how to retract our swords to where they can be hidden on the body more easier and the scanners on this station wont detect it."
"Only thing to know is to watch out for Chronastines. They look like us but far more vicious in there pursuits to eradicate our kind. They will stop at nothing. They have alredy tried to invade this sector and they paid dearly for it."
"It takes time and practice before you can properly enter another persons mind forcefully. Some minds I can enter, others like Ferengi minds I cannot. Your mind is open so yours was easy."
Madison set his drink down and walked to Cook giving him a pat on the shoulder.
"Commander Cook, its good to see you again. How's duty treating you these days?"
The Admiral was slightly drunk
"Next time Ensign have something to eat before you drink anything alcoholic, takes more time for it to be absorbed in to your blood stream." Swift said to Voyager after he had gotten up and walked over, he then walked past and went up to commander Lollock. "Well commander I would say that was a victory well worth the celebrating. We rescued a few people, I got to shoot a few people, pretty much a good mission all round."
*closing her eyes briefly and then taking a deep breath in*
"I'm sorry to hear about the ones you lost. May I buy you a drink? "
* She motions for him to sit down and she sits next to him fixing her dress again to be lady like*
Thank you very much. I have just been assigned to the USS Skytoucher. Wasn't there another waitress. I cannot remember her name.
A Sumarian Sunset please.
Oh....I've only been here for a little while. I heard about the opening for the Thong Shop attendent on this station and i applied.It's the perfect job for me since i just graduated from college.
What about you, why did you decide to join Starfleet?
<Turns and shakes the young cadets hand>
"Yes, thats me, would you like something to eat then we can discuss why I asked you here ?"
<Mindlink>
So... my mind would be vulranble to enemy attacks as well? I must start training at once... as for that sword... I think I should get Vorak's permission for me to start "inventing" on his station." The way he said inventing it meant a more easier way of going about building the sword.
"I will be careful... and work up my mental barrier, I think I can start to feel the strength of it now." He didn't want to met the Chronastines anytime soon... they would most likely have ways to tell who he was.
Captain Smith only purred and another mental image entered, one that denoted that he was happy and glade that Cook was beginning to understand about his past.
Cook seemed surprised at seeing Admiral Madison agian.
"Same here Admiral, duty is doing well, just got done with a first contact mission, and helping with the testing of the new Starfleet side of the base for Dantor, I am awaiting some final words and the docking of the Evolution for my next assignment, you do realize that this will be the first time I haven't been a Chief of Science on a ship, but it's cool, life is good and I bet I will find more time for some personal projects, but how have you been?" Cook was keeping it low key, and hoping that he didn't cause some sort of fight with the Admiral, he could tell that he was a tad drunk but didn't comment of that part.
Durring this entire time he had a smile on his face, after all he was happy with his life, and the chance on being once agian on a ship.
"ENSIGN! Swift!, its never EVER!! acceptable to shoot and kill another living thing. I dont care if its your sworn enemy. Killing should be a last resort to ANY! situation. Understand!" Balkazar said in his usual marine manner.
"Very well." he said sitting down then over heard a comment from one of his marine recruits. "Excuse me, im about to be very ungentlemen like." he said as he marched over and grabbed the marine by the ear roughly, which the marine winched in pain till he found himself on the floor, almost making him look like hes kissing it.
"Alright, I want 400 push-ups right now!" he ordered. "Sargeant, make sure he does them CORRECTLY!" he said as he left the marines and went back to the bar to sit down.
"My apologies. Must maintain discipline." he said unsure what else to do.
"Nothing new to you, I am having a decent time in the engineering feild. I will have to think on going somewhere even more with it later on"
"Well!! Are you saying that I can't handle alcohol that is that strong?" :cP
"Bring it on mister!!" *she says as she laughs*
*While the doctor and miss Love were in discussion, the doors of Celtic Corner slide open and a hooded man with several bags, walks in. He heads to the bar and smiles to the waitress*
"It's good to be home! Dear, a round on the house for everyone! I want to celebrate my return"
*He takes off his hat and his face becomes recognizable for everyone.....it was Jarron*
Well my love life hasnt been that great.......To tell you the truth your the first one ive had a date with sense I joined Starfleet.........Not much time for it I suppose.........Seeing as how I am rarely on the station long enough to have one *chuckles*
Well I feel sorry for you.......All those feregi men.....probly made you get undressed sense they hate women wearing clothes......
But I always follow my own rule when with Feregi's of any kind and that is ((Never trust a ferengi, and never get between a ferengi and profit, best to just stay away and keep your eye on them for one day they may turn on you))......thats why I rarely keep Ferengi's as a good drinking partner.......or as a merchant.....they tend to swindle to much...
<Mindlink>
"The sword is part of the person who builds it. It must radiate who you are and what your style is. My sword is light and agile. It allows me to act fast as the blade and pummel is light. Its easily concealed and easily drawn when needed. But I preffer to use the sword as a last resort. I must go for now. Remember to keep it a secret you ever met me. Remember when making your weapon it must reflect you. The resources you use must reflect you, not reflect what you are. But WHO! you are. Also remember to keep Valen close, he has a purpose and a role to play in your life as you begin to understand your true heritage. Dont let his personality fool you."
*The mindlink ended as Alexia got up she waved her hand in front of Cook to imprint the memory of his people into his mind, then with another wave of her hand everyone in the bar forgot about the robed stranger as she left the tavern*
<Seeing Dolan's confusion, Balkazar gave a lil snicker and slapped Dolan on the back>
"Dont worry ensign. In time youll know what I mean." Giving off another snicker.
"Water wont help with blood wine, Ensign. Trust me. I have had my fill of Blood wine."
Kloek8 walkt in and orderd a cola light
*shakes head and laughs a little*
"Marines, hard core to the very end, but when do you ever relax my dear sir?" She asks him in a most inquisitive way.
Lilque puts her hand on his hand which was sitting on the bar.
The door swings open, and a familiar face enters. He had been here before, a long time ago, but he could remember this place as if he had been here yesterday. He walks over to the bar, looks at the bartender, smiles and says, " A Bud please, and everyone else pick what they want coz its on me! Im back and here to stay!!!"
"Well yeah I do, but I fell a sleep watching the stars here..."
*Jarron stands behind the bar and takes two glasses*
"So you want a glass of whiskey? Not something less strong :P? You saw what it did to me, or are you sure you wont fall a sleep on the floor here
."
*Suddenly, the voice of Hermes resounds in the room.*
"My apologies for the interruption. I would just like to announce that a party has started to celebrate the opening of a new store on the station's Habitat. All are welcome to stop by. Thank you, and you may now continue your business."
OFF: The party is at
http://www.expansionfleet.com/cgi-bin....269;t=2
You won't get any arguement from me! *She laughs*
So whats your recent love life been like?
I'll give you mine in one word FERENGI. I spent the last 5 years on Ferenginar at the Ferengi College of Bussiness. So this is my first date in about five years.
Ferengi are fun to play card games with but not much more.
**They chuckle together**
"Allright then. Waiter, another pint of Kilkenny for me, and a Root Beer!"
*Then he turns back to Weasly Cook.*
"You seem to be... deep in thought. I hope all is well?"
"Well then, I'm glad I didn't have any bloodwine then. I think the water will help with the beer. Hopefully the water will water the beer down, have less alcohol."
*Dolan accepts the glass of water offered to him and takes a drink*
"I'm feeling a little better now...next time, less beer."
*Dolan then drinks the rest of the water and sighs with relief when he was done since the dizziness went away*
Hal made to look at Kloek8, and then spoke, "Hello. I am Hal Two-Thousand. Who are you?" His polished steel and his strange voice made him seem odd, even by robotic standards. Hal spun up the hard-drives, looking for the information he'd downloaded years ago. He then carefully opened up the back-pack's side panel, pulled out a cat-like face panel and top, and set it down. "Time to change masks." he said, his silvery steel skin glinting the light from the room. Hal took off his normal human-like mask, hearing the air hiss softly as it released. He then put the catlike one on, the air hissing again to seal it down. Hal's voice hadn't changed: only a few settings ever changed, such as the microphone sensitivity and molecular sensors. He was advanced enough to be able to see, hear, smell, and speak, but lacked touch sensors. This had a result that led to him usually breaking things by applying too much force.
"Relaxing isnt in our vocabulary. We are a rapid response team, we go where ever the fight is, it doesnt matter if its on a planet with no air, a planet with heat so extreme it kills most or cold enough to freeze most, or temperate planets with trees and the like. We go where High command sends us." was all Balkazar said before emptying his tankard and ordering another.
Jarret came into the pub and sat down wearily. He saw reed and beckoned him over. "would you like a drink? I can use one by now"
"We're quite content here, HERMES. Thank you. You can tell the dwellers of that new store that such a place does not meet my approval, not that it matters."
*as Kitana and Balkazar walk to a table Balkazar ushers Kitana to the table*
This ones fine......*pulls the chair out to allow Kitana to sit then he sits himself on the oposite side*
Waiter Ill have a water.....and yourself Kitana ?
*then Balkazar notices Lurado and Malia sitting at the bar and gets a Displeasurable look on his face balkazar turns around and gives his attention to Kitana*
So......How long have you been on the station Kitana ?
"A doctor? Oh no no... not in the state I'm in right now."
*Enoch smiles and drinks from his pint.*
"So you sure you don't want to drink anything from me? I'll even make an exception and let you drink something non-alcoholic, if you insist! I thought that all humans needed fluids in their body to survive!"
"Hmmmm, grew up on Earth, got into tons of trouble of my own, some good, some bad. Was hired as a body guard once or twice, joined starfleet as a full security officer on board the USS Skytoucher before it was destroyed a few years back. Then I was offered the position of second in command of the marines on Dantor and been there ever sense. If I had to choose between security on a ship and battle on the ground, I think I would choose Marines. More fun, better weapons to play with, you actually have the chance every now and then to protect this station from hostile attack, as well as blow things up
as well as the danger, being a marine is possible more dangerous then on a Starship, but I must say that sometimes every now and then you can save the damsel in distress." he said smiling at that last sentence remembering his previous mission.
So what sort of experience do you have? What made you want to join Starfleet? Was it because of your mother that you joined?"
<Smiles at the marines sitting around the table and shook his head at Tara's comment>
"Thank you, Ensigns and Commander. Im sure that the fallen would be honored. Though Commander. Im wondering, Are you drunk?. Have you had WAY! to much blood wine?" he said laughing at Tara while at the same time staring at the floor, then looking up part way waiting for her response.
"You see, Ensigns. Every time we return from a battle or a mission where we will most likely die. We like to come in here, lay back and honor the dead of past battles. It doesnt matter if they took place on earth or on Chronus or on Vulcan. We honor the dead who sacrificed there lives to give us the day that we live in now. Besides, in here we get to be off duty till something else comes up wether it be invasion of avalon station or protection of some lab on another world. You really wont understand much till you survive your first actual conflict. Each conflict hardens you into a capable combat marine or in some cases though rare, Security officers. When you taste your first real fight thats when it gets decided. Wether your meant for starfleet or your meant as a marine or a civilian. Very few can stand the rigors of such dedication that Starfleet demands from its officers. Know what I mean?" Balkazar said as he got his mug refilled.
~She feels some withdrawn feelings from Balkazar and wonders if he is a telepath. Perhaps the way to get into his mind is to speak directly to it. ~
Do you ever have fun dear sir? And if not maybe you should try getting away from your Marines while all is secure. She asked telepathically
*with that noted she looked him in the eye and smiled*
"Perhaps you would like to take walk with me Dear Sir?"
Reed sits by Jarret not looking at him.
"Anything new Major"
*Jarron notices the loud voice of one of the customers*
"Please, please calm down. You make my other customers feel unsafe...what has happened? Another store on Avalon is not that bad is it?"
*Jarron sits down besides the woman and faces her*
"Maybe a drink on the house would calm you?"
**Balkazar and Kitana walk in together and choose a small table for two**
Is this table alright with you?
Cook looked at Enoch... "Oh, in that case... I would enjoy a nice Root Beer float... it was my fathers favorite surprise for us... it is Root Beer, a type of soda pop, with Ice Cream... the best is a vanila scoop in it."
<Mind Link.>
Cook blinked... "Wait, she was an elite guard? That... is interesting indeed. Yep, she is still alive and well, but.... wait, long life? Great... that is indeed going to be hard to explain later in my life... but at he moment.. I don't have to worry about that."
Cook was enjoying this, it seemed like he was learning more about what he was needing to know or something. He felt that he was learning more about his mother then ever before. "So... that would explian also why she was always taking us on some kind of trip durring the summer... I traveled all over Earth and Mars... she was exploring, just as much as I was."
Cook rememered how his father said that all he had to do was find one, and he would find the other, and both of you would be leaning over some creature or artifact or something discusssing what it was or something. Cook remembering this happy memory laughed silently but visable.
Captain Smith only purred happy to see Cook not living one of his nightmares.
"Not much to tell." Swift said simply, that was the truth of the matter. "I grew up on starships, ones designated for exploration. My mother was second in command of the USS Korolev and then was granted a command aboard the USS Farsight then transferred to the USS Platone. I have basically just been on those ships, a true ship brat. Safe to say that being on board those ships is what made me want to join Starfleet. The excitement, I have experienced boarding parties, weird alien threats, I was held ransom against my mother five times, and I even got to go on an away mission once. I honestly can't think of a better life." Swift took a sip of his drink, there were more parts of his past, but they were things hidden away, things he wouldn't tell a soul. "What about you sir?"
*Dolan nods slowly, a little unsure of the Colonel's words*
"I think so Colonel. And no thanks, I don't think I want another mug of beer, I'm feeling a little dizzy right now. I'd rather have a cup of water right now, hopefully that will help."
<Balkazar quickly got up and had a look of despair on his face as he quickly left the Celtic Corner, not before looking at the marines and it was obvious to only them what was really going on>
<Then another marine who seems more outspoken came up to Lilque before she could move to follow, the marine quickly sat her down before she could move>
*I back away and contact Embries*
Lurado enters the Pub and takes a seat at the bar.
"I'll have a Scotch, please, 3 cubes of ice if you will".
He downed the rest of the drink and stood up from the bar stool.
"Thank you for the drink! I'll have to stop in here more often, wonderful wonderful place".
After thanking the bartender he exited happily.
<Mindlink>
"Yes, she did have a curious side of her. Yes she was part of the elite guard. She was one of the few who had access to every part of the base and who could be trusted with that kind of access. Yes, let me try to explain. Long life a normal human lives for almost 100 yrs, a vulcan 200-300 years, we live up to 1,000+ years. We have very long life to the point that we learn from past mistakes and try to make up for them. We learn from others mistakes and try not to do them ourselves. Your mother has such long life and its possible so do you if her genes did pass to you. Long life isnt such a bad thing. You see friends come and you see them go. While others die at there respected ages, you remain young. But this longevity wont last when someone of our blood reaches the age of 600 the old age starts to happen. Your mother hid this fact from you and now I tell you the truth. But its also not so bad with being a telepath. Talking to Smith on a more personal level, reading his mind and his thoughts isnt such a bad thing. Is it ?"
*Dolan raises his glass*
"To the fallen!"
*Dolan then takes a deep drink from his glass and suddenly feels a little dizzy*
Weasly Cook walked over to where the two commanding officers were standing. "Yes? what is it?" He asked in a calm and gentle tone. He was curious now as to what might be the problem that seemed to be readable on the face of the commander. Captain Cook was at his feet, and just sitting listening in on the conversation. "I don't mind as well... I am trying to avoid any of the Bloodwine to be honest." he laughed, trying to make a joke at the moment.
"Im sorry about the Col." the man said as he restrained the woman just enough to not hurt her but just enough to prevent her from moving to get up.
"Please forgive me, my name is John Simpson, field medic. But I must apologize for the Colonel's mood." he said trying to re-assure Lilque.
"I didnt get your name by the way." he said looking at the woman.
"And I'll have a pair of eggs, scrambled, and a stack of French toast."
As the waiter left to deliver their orders to the kitchen, Will turned back to Julia. "So, how are you this morning," he asked with a smile.
Reed walks in slowly. His hand now in his uniform jacket were a phaser was. He walks to Ambler.
'Malia enters and takes stock of the people, then walks to the bar and leans against it.'
Can I get a Kilkenny?
*Jarron leaves the bar and heads to the new arrived guests*
"What can I do for you both?"
*Jarron smiles as he sees the lovely couple*
"The drink is on the house, so maybe you want to order a special cocktail with two straws
"
<mindlink>
"Maybe not... but still... he is a feline, a Cat, and they have secrets that won't be given up without some kind of fight... but still, it would be good, but I will hide this from my superiors... It would be unwise to tote this around... I would be most likely question as to where I got it, how it came to be... too many questions at once... only with high command or something." Cook was scared... he was realizing that he might have trouble if word got out.
Captain Smith only smirked and Cook got the mental image of a food dish, but with a clock.
Cook looked at Smith with a smile, "Of course I will feed you later... but...." Cook didn't finish for Smith just yawned showing that he should be quiet and listen more.
"So... I am Chronasian... is their anything I must know?" Cook then laughed... "Ever since I saw those swords I have been trying to find time to build one... but now... maybe I can try and talk to Admiral Vorak about it or something... after all, relying on Phasers are good, but what if you need to be in hand to hand combat?" Cook stopped to think, but his thoughts were heard. "How do I pratice and make sure I don't slip up?" He was thinking about the telepathic pathways and hiding his thoughts or learning to start a conversastion without being invited in the first place.
Cook then took a sip of his sprite and realized that it has been empty for some time, showing that he has been preoccupied with something else.
**She raises her glass**
To the dead! For they are the luckiest of all. I only hope that we are so lucky; that one day we will die in glorious battle.
*He looks to William with a curious look*
"What is it, Commander?"
* She watched as the Colonel rushed out of the Celtic Corner. She turned to the marine who had kept her there. Not even telepathy was helping, no clue as to what happened she asked the young marine..."
"Did I say somethine that I shouldn't have. I was merely trying to be nice. My name is Lilque. I suppose I shouldn't waist the whole night. Would you like a drink?"
"I am wonderful." **She flashed a smile from ear to ear.** "I hope you can say the same?"
*Ayala sneaks up behind Jarron and scares him*
"Hey you! Do you plan on sleeping on this uncomfortable table all night?"
*Jarron, still sitting besides the woman, sees that the two new customers are helped by one of his bartenders. He turns around and quickly speaks to them both*
"Those are on the house! I'm celebrating my return
"
"Oh, cmon Eastwood, we have a big day tomorrow, lets get you to bed. That goes for the rest of the marines. Move."
*Balkazar took Eastwood to a spare crew quarters for the night and Balkazar stayed the night as well. 6 hours later they both wake up and head for the conference meeting*
Hobson sat a bit straighter as the Admiral came to him. He set the glass of Scotch on the table, and cleared his throat.
"Admiral, good evening...how goes the rest of the station?"
"In part I suppose." Swift said, he had never really thought it through. "I think it's more about the exploration. Sure blowing things up is fun, but venturing forth in to the unknown, exploring new planets, making links with long lost civilizations, experience cliche situations. I'm not a scientist, I can't speak languages, I don't know a thing about medicine, I can't really council people, and operations is boring. That only leaves piloting and tactical, I'm a fair pilot but I'm a much better at fighting and tactical thinking and planning.
"My mother pretty much fed me and starfleet protocols and tactics from a young age. I fired my first phaser when I was ten, I have been training in martial arts with starfleet security officers since I was eight." Swift took a sip of his drink, he had never thought of his mother being the reason he joined. True he owed he a lot, more then anyone could imagine. It was possible he had joined just to please her, though if he had it was on some subconscious level.
"Actually Captain . I thought I might apporach you on a topic that has been worrying me for a little while now."
Looking over at Commander cook trying to attract his attention when I got it I sad to him.
"Actually it concerns you as well Commander if you don't mind."
Takio grins
"I hope so too. Just found otu I was surpost to go on a mission but there was no notice about, well I wasn't told about it."
"He lost his brother almost 2 months ago, and his wife 4 months ago. He still blames himself for both losses despite the fact he could do nothing. So its not you, when my commanding officer is in this mood, when hes unable to protect himself, we do it for him instead. Why do you think he surrounds himself with the marines?. We are his forcefield in a way when hes not able to act himself." he said taking a draught from his glass. "Its best to let him cool off before you try to use your feminine wile's on him. As for the drink, I dont think thats what you want." he said turning to lock eyes with her.
"Something tells me the admiral card won't help with Vorak," he said with a defeated laugh. "But I've got a lot of brownie points, so I'm fairly confident all he'll do is 'express his utter disappointment'."
Will noticed the holo-waiter making his way over. "I hope, anyway," he said with a chuckle.
*Jarron was standing behind the bar with his mouth wide open*
"What was that? Is the apocalypse beginning? Gheez......!"
*Jarron walks to the front of the counter and cleans up the snacks. He then also cleans the bar and after all these cleaning duties, he takes a glass of whiskey and heads to one of the large windows in Celtic Corner. He sits down in a comfortable chair and watches the stars. It then doesn't take long before Jarron closes his eyes and falls a sleep.*
He smiles and takes the drink.
"Thank You! A wonderful establishment you have here. Nothing beats a good cold drink. This place has a good name to it as well, famous".
"i serious cant remember any sir, but if he have then we must of beaten them and if we need to we can beat them again, thats the way im thinking sir"
*Eastwood ordered another round for him and his fellow marines and startin singing*
Hal cursed loudly and left the room at max speed.
He was back soon after, but arrived with heavy metal footsteps crashing down the hall: He'd upgraded to the 9000 series system. His heavy polished chrome gleamed and he looked a little more impressive. His eyes were an iridescent blue, his face odd but a little more useful. He also had pointed ears; one of them held a com device and the other an antenna for it. His nose was a little long. When he spoke, his mouth did not move, but a yellow light lit up behind it. Both hands had 5 fingers, and his right hand flipped around for an internal phaser. Both metal boots had super powerful magnets in them. On his back were 2 retractable pods designed for flying. In a powerfully commanding metallic voice, he walked up to Balkazar and said, "Hello, Balkazar. Recognize me?"
"Hmmmmm, what would be your weakness be if you had one?"
*Tom still sat at his table still a little pissed at the Colonel and his rude Captain friend. He, at times, can't understand the arrogance of some people in the world. He wish he could see why but there is no possible way. He soon got up to greet the new officer reporting into Commander Wallace.*
"Hello there Ensign. *HE Extends his hand* I am Captain Titan I will be your new Commanding Officer. What field will you be filling in for?"
Takio starts to walk to the bars exit
"Well it looks like I have to go to a breifing down below, so I'll see you later,Vonter it's been a please tyalking to you."
Exits the bar
*Nods head and smirks*
"Then tell me my dear Marine sir, what do i want?"
"i'm sure it will be okay Will." **The waiters approaches their table.** "Hello, i'll hace a ractigino and a couple of pancakes with maple syrup."
*Akasayuniashirakomas is beamed out as well, whereafter the forcefield is deactivated.*
OFF: continues on Skytoucher
Commander Cook walks into the what seems to him an active part of the station around the habbitat ring and sat down in a corner table, Underneath the table a Feline animal sleeps, a Simese Chocolate Seal Point to be exact, the cat has a blue color and a leash, but that is all.
Cook smiles and looks under the table, "So, how are you doing Captain? I hope you enjoy our vacation, who knows when we will be called back to duty."
All he gets is a yawn showing peral white teeth and a pink mouth. Cook laughs before yawning as well, by then a waiter had come up to their table and smiled.
"Can I take your oder?" He asked.
"Yes, I would like some water, as well as a nice Chesseburger... oh and some Salmon for Captain Smith."
The waiter gives Cook a blank look and Cook laughs and points to underneath the table, The waiter looks under the table to see nothing. He looks up and steps back, a Cat was staring right at him on top of the table.
"Err.. yes, I can see why you want the fish, but please, do not use ranks on such animals agian, you will confuse the staff." He then turns around and leaves before Cook could speak up.
Cook looks at the feline's face and mutters, "I guess he never meet you before, eh?" All he got was a yeowl of agreement.
"Hmmm, yes I do. You tried to shoot me and my men responded and shorted you out and they SUPPOSED to take you to the brig. Mind telling me why your not there?"
<Turning back to Swift>
"Yes, I think you should indeed try. But keep in mind that if you dont wish to do security, we can always use a few good men on Dantor base. But thats up to you. So onto more pleasant conversation. Tell me a little about yourself?"
"I'm not in the brig because I'm not the old Hal. All I have are his memories."
Interrupting every single conversation in the room was Ensign Dolan's voice over the comm link, startling many people,
==^==Dolan to Celtic Corner. Sorry for any heart attacks. I'm still assuming most of the people on the station are here celebrating. The invitation is still open to anyone who wants to come to join me at my holoprogram. It's an amazing story about if the Federation lost the Dominion War. If anyone wants to join, please come to the holodecks soon, I think we could have a couple of the holodecks hooked up together so we could be on different ships in the program if anyone wants that, but if not, you can join me on the USS Bismark, an Ambassador-class ship. If anyone wants to join me, please come. If you can't the moment, you can play with it on your own time. Have a good time celebrating! Dolan out.==^==
After everyone recovered from the spontaneous announcement, the room resumed its normal noise level and bustling, though everyone was more cautious of any more annoucements.
Takio goes behind the bar and gets a beer for Vonter
"Change is good. Seems like I have to go and report to my ship."
Opens beer and hands it over.
Will entered the tavern and saw Julia at a table in the far corner. He made his way over there and took a seat.
"I see you got ready faster than you thought," he said with a smile.
"Very well. Beam me over to the U.S.S. Skytoucher, and the creature 60 seconds later, whereafter you can deactivate the forcefield again. Energize."
*Comm One disappears in the transporter beam.*
ill take a bulsa tonic waiter.
"Its slow Ensign. I remember when it was busling with people. The centerpiece of the fleet. It still is of course. But different maybe. How long have you been here Ensign?"
*Eastwood come swinging into the pub and took up a seat next to Balazar*
"bartender a round of ale on me"
*Eastwood turned and looked at Balazar*
"Sorry for my absense Lt Co........ oh sorry sir Colonel, but i was sent away on a black ops mission that not many people knew about except for maybe some of the high command, anyway sir myself and my Sgt are back bigger and better then before"
*Gets his drink and skulls it quickly*
"Barkeep another one for me please"
*Takio listens to his commandering officer and nods*
"I will go and join the other offices in the holodecks simu, sir. Should I just go in and appear on the bridge or will I be assigned a certain part to play,sir? I hope you manage to sort out your problem."
*takes the beer*
"Cheers mate, chances are i will see you around"
*Smiles*
"Sometimes i simply amaze myself." **She stated rather sarcasticly. She had never been comfortable with the infamous morning after, but with Will everything was quite comfortable. It could even be characterized as relaxing.**
"Do you forsee any problems with being late this morning. **She chuckles as she begins to speak.** "Or will you just pull the admiral card?"
*Laughs and helps Jarron up*
"I suppose I'll have one of whatever you're drinking. Don't you have a bed at home that you can sleep in?"
*gives a look of surprise at how handsome I looked then gave a little smile*
Oh really ? Handsome....*points at head* I got grey hair!.....Im old.......Its the ship and space it will do that to ya after fighting the energy beast known as the Nijgat......*chuckles*.........
Well I dont know much about ferengi's outside that they try and steal and swindle people.....Altho to some extent I have to show some respect to different races........they have certian qualities that I wish I had.........But hey I make up for it with guarding people........sense thats what im trained to do..................*gives a smile*.........
So tell me more about yourself ?........Whats it like on Betazed ?........
Cook jumped a little not realizing that he had sat down with his back to a sleeping person, he turned around but smiled. "Oh, sorry, Didn't see you their... The Name's Weasly Cook."
A Yeowl sounds and a thud is heard and a Siemese Chocolate Seal Point pads over to Enoch and begins to sniff his Leg. He seemed interested in Enoch or somethig.
Cook only laughed, "Where are my manner, this is Captain Smith... you are?" He had offered a hand in a hand shake now, he was hoping to make some idle chit chate or something.
Cook smiled and just shook his head. "Sorry," He turned to face Enoch a smile on his face. "I was just thinking og where I might go from here. Frontier is as of now, waiting for a new surge of activity, and as such... I am seemingly becomming a Bar Rat. As well as Captain Smith.
A yowl sounds as the said feline trots over and sniffs Enochs hand. He seeemed to not care that he was allergic to cats.
"Captain Smith, please don't do that, Mr. Enoch is allergic to you." Cook said as he pulled him away from Enoch only to have Captain Smith climb onto his shoulder and look at Enoch from his pertch
Hal sputtered and went into his reboot mode. Words written in symbols flashed across the screen before he fully booted up, snapped his arm around and back in, and spun those motors at high RPM's to try to free himself. He went a little faster, popping the hover pods out and suddenly stopping the wheels. He had no cares for himself right now as he felt the 4 fans howling and starting to lift heavily.
"Swift this is Eastwood, Charlie company CO. Captain lay off the booze, I dont need you drunk like last time. We dont need another one of those happening."
*Richard Entered the Room and walked up to the Bar*
an Pint of Ale, my Good Sir.
Hal crashed his way up to Gilraen, his wolf-like metallic face-plating gleaming silver in the light of the tavern. He was, of course, a robot. Not an android, but a metal mess lucky to have been around this long.
"Hello." he spoke in a perfectly accented voice, almost as if trying to replicate American speech. He was friendly, but missed the wars and the hustle and bustle of wars and conflicts. He also liked being able to relax, like he was now. Hal was ancient for his time, having survived a long time. Starting as a wheeled computer and working his way up until he'd been integrated into full battle armor. He longed for a mission, but hadn't the courage to ask anyone for a temporary mission.
He sat there, waiting for someone to notice him, the metal mess sitting on a barstool. Almost 400 pounds of metal. Yet, surprisingly, he wore human clothing, including an ancient cape- his symbolism of age. In a holster in the right shoulder, sealed until need in battle arose, was a small laser gun.
Walking up to the new Ensign that just walked int to the bridge looking Nervous about something he was thinking.
Hello Ensign. I hear you have been assigned to the Evolution as Helmsman. I will be the Executive officer to whom your reports will come. Captain Titan looking grumpy over in the corner is our C.O. A few of the other officers are running a simultion in the holodecks of what might have happened if the Dominion wars didn't turn out the way they did. So if you would prefer you could join them. I would join them if I wasn't so nervious ablut apporaching the Captain and maybe Commander Cook about this problem I have.
*Turns red*
"What I was dreaming of? Ehrm....Well I don't know exactly"
*Jarron stands up slowly at the end grabbing Ayala's arm*
"d*mn, I was dreaming of Risa I believe...but I am not sure yet. Maybe I remember it later....let's drink something first
. What would you like?"
*As Jarron stands straight, he walks to the bar*
I felt the same way but after 5 years with them i grew a special appriciation for them. There is more to them than meets the eye. However i don't condone all of their philosiphies. I never at any point removed my clothing for them. They simply got used to it. After they were used to it we had a good working relationship.
But thats enough about me.
I don't know if i mentioned this to you but you are really handsome.
*Enoch jumps up after having fallen asleep on the counter for having had too much beer to drink. He looks around.*
"Look at that, there are others in here now!"
hello im a new cadet but my friend trian told me about you cook i was wondering if i could join in this conversation
"Heh, then you wouldnt be here. But still Rajnus isnt the type of person you should be sacastic around. Hes a Captain whos got stress all the time just like me. But each person handles it differently. If you feel like your being treated unfairly you need to find a better way to express that instead of questioning your superiors. That usually is the wrong way to handle things. I think what you should try to do is show initiative. She Rajnus that you can take a beating because perhaps thats what hes trying to do. Hes probly trying to test you mentally as well as physically. Show him you can take the beating and perhaps he will treat you with a lil more respect. Ever think of that?"
"sir when you are as lucky as i was to get back alive i think i deserve a drink or two dont you think, and no sir i wont get drunk like last time"
wonders when he's going to get his order.
*as he waits he looks round the place*
"Hello." Hal spoke, still sitting at the bar, pocketing the gun. His voice was ancient and metallic, as if he were made in the 20th century.
"Don't see much around here these days." he said, his voice ringing softly. "Been quiet, peaceful, even. Too peaceful. It would be so much fun to have some action here." he added. "But my idea of fun is something that doesn't always come without a price. War isn't fun, but a bar-room brawl or a gunfight is always good." Hal said, before realizing he was rambling.
**Julia stepped into the Corner and realized that she had beaten Will there so she grabs a small table in the corner so they will have a little privacy.**
"Well, she had some family problems and therefor returned to her homeplanet. I am now currently running this place on my own. But you are going to be under the command of Captain Skon. I've heared alot about him, he seems to be an extrodinary Vulcan

"
*laughs boh cynically and innocently*
"Sleeping? In the chair? Of course not!" *grins* "and what exactly were you dreaming of mister Jarron?"
*Cadet Braxton entered the celtic corner. He looked around, as he didn't know who ensign Kassie was. Luckily it wasn't busy, so when he saw the only woman in the place, he figured it had to be Kassie. He walked towards her and introduced himself.*
"Good afternoon, Ma'am. I assume you are ensign Kassie, am I right? My name is Joe Braxton, JAG and Engineering cadet."
*He offered her his hand*
Madison walked into the Celtic Corner, he took a seat by Ensign Hobson and ordered a Klingon drink he couldn't pronounce. He glanced at the other officers and nodded to them slightly. Taking a sip of his drink.
<Shakes head>
"Thats no excuse. I need to know that your not going to be drunk if Starfleet needs us for something or perhaps if we get a distress call or something I dont need you flat on your back, damn it. Lay off the damn booze!"
Turning to the young Ensign Voyager, welcome young Sir. What the Colonel says is very true he said that some people wash out well that is why we have such a long academy time. Enjoy yourself onboard. But remember the revision of history is best left to historians. We will be looked upon int time as either victorious hero's or villianous cowards lets us drink My friends in the time honored ways of the Klingon to being The Victorious hero, Dead or alive.
"That's all I ask ma'am. Thank you." Swift said and walked back over to the rest of the crew. He hoped he would get the position but he had a feeling that he wouldn't, if it was another ship he might have had a chance. But asking to give the tactical position to a Lieutenant JG on a defiant ship, the main duty of which being tactically based, would be a big thing. He knew he could do it, it was in his genes, quite literally, but she didn't know that.
Heavy metallic footsteps crashed through the hallway before a gleaming robot arrived in the bar. Hal 2000, version 2.2, had arrived inside Celtic Corner, his favorite place to relax and learn, watching the actions of humans and hearing gossip from the stations. He had dirt in one of his servos and had taken off his left hand to try to fix it. rather difficult to hold and fix a hand like that. He re-connected all the wires, placed his hand back on the metal shaft, and twisted it, locking it on. He carefully let his hand power up, smiling a computerized grin as he let gravity drop it on the table and dirt fall out. Hal looked around, his backpack fused to his back permanently, for it held his auxillary power supply and his thrust engines. He could fly a short distance, or use it to jump bigger gaps.
Hal made his way up to the bar and sat down on one of the stools, motors and servos growling. He looked at the wall, cameras focusing on random items. His sensitive microphones alerted him to someone nearby, and he whipped around, all 300 pounds of metal and servos and gears and batteries. Hal was not light at all, for his builder had made him for combat, not to blend in. A hard-disk drive spooled up and he looked as if focusing on something outside of this room, as he read the data coming up.
At that moment, Hal opened a pod on his leg and grasped a small laser-pistol: remnants of his old webcam laser, mounted in a gun-form so that he could use it still.
Will downed the last of his guinness. "Well, in that case, let's go," he said, and holding the door, left with Julia for the holosuites.
(OFF: Continue here.)
*walks into the Celtic Corner*
"My dear Jarron! You've spoke too soon!"
*hugs Jarron*
"Things at home are finally better and I'm back to help!"
*Jarron falls from the table onto the ground and looks up, straight in Ayala's face*
"What...What? I was just dreaming about ...... AH!! Never mind.....Wasn't I sleeping in that chair" *He points at a chair 5 meters from him*
"I don't get it....d*mn my back hurts!"
*Kassie had left the conference meeting and she decided she needed some food so she went to the Celtic corner to await Joe*
"Ahh, good ole celtic corner."
<Plops down in a chair at the bar and had ordered some speghetti and meatballs>
"I suppose I could try it your way, with me mental strength is all about talking back. I can try holding my tongue... unfortunately for me that's more challenging then trying to get a Vulcan to smile." Swift sipped his drink then suddenly realised what he had said. "See what I mean? It's automatic. I crack jokes and talk back all the time, I think I get that from my mother. But She is a captain, I guess they can get away with that stuff." Swift sighed and down his drink, he poured another. He really liked drinking, not to get drunk, after all it was synthahol, he just loved the taste the same way people loved food.
Commander Cook seeing that an arguement could stat decieded to cut in at the moment and maybe destract the Colonel for the moment, and then let him yell at the other Marine.
"Uh sir," Cook said as he walked up behind him, "I am sorry to interupt, but I am on a tight schedule at the moment, the Evolution is due back sometimes soon, and well... I forgot who volenteered to care for something in my care... a four legged feline, chocolete seal point simese, and well, I kind of would like him back... if you could just tell me the soldier who is caring for him, I will gladly be out of your busy hair." Cook then stood at attention to show his respect to the Colonel.
<Glares at Ensign Swift and heads over to the marines disgusted at the Ensign for his comments>
I love your passion and drive lieutenant. I will consider you if the permanant position opens up. I can't make any promises, but i will give it much consideration.
**Tara walks in and takes a look around. She slowly walks towards the bar and takes a seat.**
"Barkeep, Blood Wine."
Cloud studies his PADD a bit longer, then nods his head at Ensign Dubhan.
"Care to share a booth and a conversation Ensign?"
"My Vorak? It's not like we have some kind of relation. He sometimes drops by for a drink, not that Vulcans are the best socializers but he's always a welcome guest. In fact, have you seen the female Klingon Warrior. It seems that she is his wife! Can you believe that, I mean *Jarron snickers* a Klingon and a Vulcan, the perfect match"
*As Jarron doesn't see any new customers he jumps from behind the bar and sits next to Tyn*
"So Vorak is the real reason for your presence"
*Comm One approaches the creature in the corner, and the security officers guarding it.*
"It appears that Major Embries has suddenly left the station without any notice. His present location is unknown. I am Comm One, Delta Alliance exchange officer, and I have looked through the Delta Alliance databases, of which scant information about this species is available. There appears to be some sort of connection between the creature, and the planet Dantor it was found on. It is logical to move further investigations of the creatures toward that planet, where Starfleet is now in the process of rebuilding their outpost. Hermes, erect a forcefield around the creature and prepare to beam it to the U.S.S. Skytoucher."
**She chuckles**
Ok, why not.
**She begins to concentrate**
Let's see.........Your a little nervous and tense (no doubt it's about the Naj'gat)...............Ah i can't believe this; you wonder why i'm interested in you.
I'll let you in on that. It's because your attractive, intelligent, and your reputation precedes you. I've already heard about how your nice and honest. And very loyal to your cause.
"Dad, Tom was... Tom was killed on the Tiberon. The ship was really banged up, and he didn't make it back. Not many did."
not yet but im getting a cat
Cook was thankful for the invite. "I am honored that you are allowing a navy man to join the party with the Marines." Of course Captain Smith yowled wanting to be heard it seemed. Cook only bend down and picked him up, however, he right away squirmed out of cook's hands and started to stalk a unattended glass of bloodwine, a hunting look in his eyes...
it seemed that the bloodwine was making Smith in the mood for hunting.
*looks over at Alex*
"Not to bad mate, how about yourself?"
*She smiles deviously*
"Well, had you any previous assumptions, you were correct. I'm here to see your Vorak. I need to have a 'chat' with that man. Just stopped in for a swig."
"Forcefield activated. Transporter standing by."
*smiles*
Close enough....
Im more worried about when the Nijgat tries to invade this galaxy again.......Will they succeed *smiles*..........
Oh yes......I am very loyal.......and very stubborn.......
*chuckles*......I dont think most admiral's like me very much.......Thats my reputation too.........If an admiral gets up into my face for no reason I wont back down.......If anyone gets up in my face for no reason I will never back down........But alas its also a curse.........
Well enough of that......you read my mind pretty close...........
Jerron.......Put on some dancing music
Jarron: Alrighty......
cmon up yea come....Lets dance.....I hope you can keep up.....Jerron has a tendency of putting on some wild fast paste music at times....
The glass of water in James' hand slipped and fell to the floor, shattering. The sound silenced all conversation in the room, as all eyes fell upon the Admiral and his stricken father.
"I knew it," he said very quietly. "I knew you couldn't manage it."
The older man's voice began to raise. "I knew from the beginning that you and Tom in Starfleet together would never work out."
At this point, James began to stand. "Especially with you as his superior! Damn it, Will! I knew you couldn't handle it! And what happened? Your orders sent your brother to his death!"
James kicked his chair over and stormed from the bar.
Cook only nodded his head, He wasn't able to hear that much because of his stuck in memory lane, but he did hear what he was told. "Yes... so, do you have any pets? They are good at releaving stress." Cook smiled and looked at Captain Smith, who was now staring at the robed figure.
**Tara headed back in and scooped out another glass of blood wine.**
Takio looks up as a stranger walks in
"Hello there! How are you?"
*Jarron looks surprised*
"No, I don't. It's just that I have never had a female appearing right in front of me, from the middle of nowhere. But if you don't have a second agenda, please accept my apologies."
It's a wonderful planet. Everything is so peaceful, there is hardly any crime or violence. And no i'm not reading your thoughts right now. We don't do it without permission. (It's always one of the first questions) **they laugh**
Oh and by the way, your grey hair is distinguishing.
Karelia sighed. "Here's the thing, Dad. About eight months ago, there was an attack on this station. A huge armada of ships from an incredibly hostile race known as the Heraan attacked Avalon, and caught us totally off guard."
He rubbed the back of his neck, under the scrutiny of his father, and continued. "Command ordered every ship in the sector to assist. The Tiberon was one of them, that's the ship Tom was on. Well, during the battle, the Tiberon took some heavy fire, and..."
wherever they put me but id like the uss unity
<Motions for his men to take the Robot down to Dantor and put him in the marine brig>
"You hungry?" Swift asked Alf with a quizzical look and a small smirk, He was bored of the confrontatio9n with Balkazar and Rajnus. They were no longer of any importance now that Captain Titan and Commander Lollock had interceded. It was hard to talk back to higher ranking officers without getting a court martial, he was an expert at it but he was still glad he didn't have to any more. "There are far tastier things then my arm... my legs for instance are quite a delicacy." He joked.
*Walks in and sits at the bar*
"One beer thanks"
**Julia was concerned that Will may get in trouble but she was sure that he could handle himself. She then took the last sip of her Ractijino, thanked the waiter and headed for her quarters.**
*The Entity looks to him with renewed interest.*
"Oh? Surely you have something on your mind. Some suspicion of me being here for something else. Do share."
Nah........I got scared white!.......All I need is wrinkles and a cain and then ill be set *laughs*
Oh I dont mind you reading my mind.......If you do then its alright.....the women needs to know what her man is up to right ?........*smiles*......go ahead.....read my thoughts......
James' eyes widened. "What are you getting at, Will?"
Cook's face brightened up, "You are? That's great... lets see, you will need Data's formula cat food... then a scracthing post, some water and food dishes, a good comfy bed... unless you don't mind letting it sleep on the bed... some cat toys... I advise a hologram of some mice... let's them have some fun.... Then you would need to have a litter box, litter, which is sand almost..." Cook suddenly stopped and smiled.
"Where do you plan on serving anyway?" Cook was curious, if he found out, he could send him a list of what was needed.
"I respect my superior officers. But I will stand up for my self if I think that I am being treated unfairly. Some one orders me to give my life, that's fine, however if I am given a berating I don't deserve I won't stand there and take it." Swift grabbed the bottle on the table and topped up his drink, then he took another sip. "Besides I couldn't set the thing to explode and then throw it. The timing needed to be right, comedy and looking cool is all in the timing. What if it went off at the wrong moment?" Swift said with the right amount of sarcasm.
<Quietly snickers as they re-entered Celtic Corner and heads over to the end of the bar away from all the commotion>
Takio looks up at the red alert message.
"Sounds like people are going to nee to get off station preety quick!"
A thought comes into Takio's head
"And maybe they'll need a pilot to take they away from this station"
"I'm not entirely sure. That depends on what Vorak has planned for me."
It took several minutes for Will finished the rest of his breakfast as they conversed, after which he laid a few strips of latinum on the table. "Well," he said, "I've put it off long enough, it's time to face the music. I'll let you know how I do."
Will gave Julia a short goodbye kiss, and got up from the table. He straightened his uniform, took a deep breath, and headed off toward Ops.
"Aei top ykya! U wmek khyp aei kymp pe be!"
She withdraws further into the corner and whimpers.
Kelli walks into the pub and takes a seat in a stool at the bar.
"Barkeep, I'll take a blood wine. 2330, if you have it."
Karelia entered the bar, accompanied by an older man. They both sat at a table near the back of the bar, and waved off the waitress that came to them.
Cook nodded his head... "Yes, she is at the moment decommissioned, I am not...." Cook turned around realizing that someone else has spoken he had forgotten momentarilly about the clocked figure, so he was turning back around and looked at the person, it sounded female, and had a calming effect on him
"No, it wasnt. We dont drink bloodwine we preffer a nice glass of beer. It makes shooting targets a lil more interesting. Great training tool too when the sand and wind of a planets surface is in your eyes." he said chuckling.
Commander Cook smiled. "Well, he has a canine with him a lot of the time... Can't remember what breed, but the dog goes by Jake."
Captain Smith yowled in a tone that cook knew without seeing the mental picture. "yes... I know you miss Jake... I mean, you two were always getting out of your quarters... I mean, I had to improvise three different security measures for you and your partner in crime." He was mock scolding the cat, showing that he found the antics on the Excalibur a fun and enjoyable memory.
He looked at Wallace again. "He was a strong minded person, unwilling to compromise and stuck to his guns. He also was one to uphold the laws of the federation and yet... showed the spirit of a true Captain of Star Fleet, exploration first." He was reliving the past and walking the corridors of his old ship again. For the moment, he had forgotten the two other officers standing around him.
(OFF: Taurik's posts continue on the Rivendell forum.)
*Jarron listens to the advise given by Tyn*
"No gossip? What am I to do around here then? Gossip is naturally in a bar, at least in my bar it is"
*Jarron stands up and goes to work again. Suddenly something moves past him, so fast that he couldn't see who or what it was. Jarron tries to see where it went and suddenly one of his guests points to a corner. Jarron slowly walks towards the creature*
"May I please ask what you are doing in this dark corner? There are seats everywhere and you take a corner to sit in?" *Jarron extends his hand*
"Come, I'll help you!"
Bryan walks in and takes a seat next to Kelli with a smile.
"Make that two."
"Now damn it, Will! Tell me what's going on!"
*The hooded figure spoke up in a female voice, but there was something mystical and calming about her voice*
"Its quite alright, Cook. I dont mind."
<Turning her head slightly towards Trian>
"The USS Unity is no more. Im curious what race are you Trian?"
Captain Smith with lightening quick reflexes, knocked over and began to lap up most of the drink that some fool had knocked over.
However, because Commander Weasly Cook had been getting more and more use to hearing what Captain Smith wanted in his mind was not prepared for what was next, He could taste it before he was able to shut it out, he glared at his cat with a look that said that it was not funny, most people would think he was angry over the cat spilling the drink, he was angry at having to be put through tasting the bloodwine, he took a long and deep drink from his root beer to try and wash the taste out of his mouth, but it wouldn't leave. He also might have looked a little pale, but he hide it by smiling... "I sure hope that was not some Marine's drink"
*Tom rubbed his chin a bit and smirked*
"He was my only motivation to continue serving after the Excalibur was destroyed. When it happened I had lost so many close friends and... *tom looked down and hesitated a moment* ...well I thought I was done in and was going to give up but I thought about what the Captain would do and of course I knew he wouldn't give up on his dreams. I would do just about anything to sit with him in his Ready room and discuss how arrogant Romulans can be."
*Tom then began to wander off in his mind about the past... about...her*
>>>RED ALERT<<<
COMPUTER: WARNING 57.76 MINUTES REMAINING UNTIL AVALON STATION'S USABLE ATMOSPHERE IS DEPLETED, CARBON DIOXIDE TOXICITY RISING TO DANGEROUS LEVELS
>>>RED ALERT<<<
Not long after Tyn had disappeared, Yuni came violently scrambling into the establishment. Moving so fast, only the figure of a half-naked woman is recognizable. She vaults across the room and takes refuge in shaded corner.
**She laughs as if she were slightly embarressed, but she aggreed anyway**
Lets see if you can keep up with me.
**They danced together beautifully**
**After a few minuites they bagan to play a slower tune and the two of them moved in much closer.**
You know what, i'm normally a work-aholic, but i haven't thought of work all night. I'm having sooo much fun!
*Trys to free himself from Balkazars pin, tossing and turning..*
*shouting in a panic/fear stricken voice*
"Them...the beings...they whiped us out, and sacrificed the captives. They killed Mialee!"
*notices the look on Balkazar's face*
"The Fialons!"
Cook only blinked and looked at the person. "It does not keep me in the past... Its just that I have tell about it to explain about Captain Smith... But if It had keep me in the past, I would be still in a medical facility on Earth, and not be here on this station. I wouldn't be a Commander, nor cheif of Science on a Station on the Frontier of space. Tell me, does that sound like a person who lets his past control him? I have excepted that those memories will be part of me for the rest of my life, but it is I who decieds what I do with those memories, they are a part of who I am and one of many driving forces behind me being here." Cook then smiled as his Sprite came and he took a small sip.
Captain Smith meanwhile only kept looking at the person with unblinking eyes, as if studying the person for any sudden moves.
OOC: Ok I think I had just about had enough. I want this nonsense to end right here right now. I don't want to see another fight like this again or there will be consequences. OH and Keep in mind Colonel, Captain Titan is your superior for as long as you serve with his crew on his ship.
"Hmmm, true. To the 17th Battalion." then in a rush almost 30 marines who were in the bar who heard the toast picked up there drinks and in a wave they all said 'To the 17th Battalion'.
"So tell me about yourself, Admiral?. I alredy told you about myself, its your turn, sir."
OOC: True.
"Oh yes...."
She hands him the wine glass and slides off of the countertop. Looking back...
"Oh, and Jarron...I'd highly suggest you stop with the gossip...it could mean your downfall."
She shrugs
"Just advice from someone who cares. A pleasure meeting you."
She vanishes.
Well that makes 2 of us
*then he smiles and stares into Kitana's Beautiful eyes*
You tired ?........you seem to be a lil Droopy to me......?
"SERGENT!!!. <Struggles with the madman who begins to overwhelm the Col.> SET YOUR PHASER FOR STUN AND SHOOT HIM!!!!!. NOW!!!."
*The Sergent quickly drew his personal phaser and set it for stun, he fired the phaser stunning the madman*
"Take him down to the marine base brig. Lock him up with a full detachment of marines. No one is to go near him without me along for the trip. Understand ?, otherwise feed him and make sure the cell is capable of handling a madman who will do anything unsuspected. Go. Take your friends with you. This may prove to be of interest."
*The Sergent nodded and with his 200+ marine buddies took the madman to the shuttle and transported him down to the Marine base under strict guard to put him into a cell for the time being*
"Barkeep, you didnt see that. Any of you civilians. We will deal with this, but for now no one is to speak a word of this to anyone, UNDERSTAND!" <Everyone in the room nodded in acknowledgement>
<Whew and walks back to eastwood and took a sip of his rootbeer>
"That was a strong man, I wonder what he meant by felians. Hmmmmmmm. For now lets keep this under wraps."
"Well started my career on the Uss Star Runner as an ensign when I graduated in 2335. I was a logistics officer and I served on that ship till its end in 2345. She was destroyed on the Romulan neutral zone by Warbirds. At the time I was a full lieutenant and assistant Cheif Ops officer. We were ambushed b y two of the bastards and almost instantly destroyed us. The hit our nacells making an escape impossible and the hit our primary power directly putting us on AUX and making a stand impossible if we all wanted to breath. She was a Excelsior Refit just in her prime. So power failed the core was breached, so we jettisoned it in hopes of killing off one of the enemy ships, and we had very little to do but abandon ship. The Captain and most of the cheif staff did not make it out. It was the Cheif Tactical officer and myself. He was a Lt. Commander making him the most senior officer and me the second. So we salvaged a couple shuttles and as much emergency gear from the ship then we ran for the nearest habitable planet. We hide there for about a week before a ship came to pick us up. Everyone that had escaped made it out. All those who didnt were recovered one by one until we were sure everyone was accounted for so that they may be properly honored for their sacrifice. Soon after I was reassigned to an outpost by the Neutral zone were i was for 20 long years. I hit Captain and commanded my own station for 5 years. It was 2370 and I was 55 and I wanted command of my own ship. They gave me command of the Uss Apollo. I commanded her for 10 years then I was promoted to Rear Admiral and given my own Division. Alpha Fleet it was called. I had three ships and a station under me. The Uss New York, the Uss Reliance, and the Uss Unity. The New York was destroyed and soon after we merged with Expansion fleet were I have been for the past 3 years and made my way to Admiral and High Command. I often long for my ship captain days and my old division. The New York Was to be reconstructed but never made it. The Reliance was folded into Starphoenix but due to a lack of Crew she was decommed as with the Unity. And all that I have left from those days are what crew still remain. Simon, Tobias, and that is all I think remains. It saddens me knowing how much time has gone by ans how many lives have been taken since the heerani and their masters showed up. Cheers to Alpha Division!"
*...Andrew took another beer and drank it all in one drink...*
*The cloaked figure takes another sip of her drink*
"Tell me, Cook. Why does your memory of wolf 359 keep you in the past ?"
*Takes another sip of her drink*
"Dont worry about being honored, Commander Cook. You served with Simon Rajnus, so that makes you well known in the marine corp." he stated as he looked at Captain Smith with a half grin on his face.
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OOC: Just letting you know Taurik, all turbolift shafts have ladders for emergencies. |
(OFF: I know, but who wants to climb down over a hundred decks on a ladder...)
*Vorak raises an eyebrow.*
"Fascinating. However, we must concentrate on the matter at hand. The longer we wait to locate Vorlok, the more difficult it will be."
Cook was completely confused. "Uh... no I haven't. The last flash back of any type was when we had a visitor to our station and some things triggered my past events, but that has so far been my only flashback."
Captain Smith still looked on with a curious look in his eyes, as if studying some problem, trying to figure it out.
Commander Cook entered the Celtic Corner looking for Colonel Balkazar. But upon seeing that he was busy at the moment, sat down at a table and waited for the Colonel to finish, he was trying to remember the Marine that had taken Captain Smith to watch over, and since he was about to leave for the Evolution, he wanted to get Captain Smith, and then get onto Evolution.
"Agreed, Admiral. Tho im more concerned with how many more marines will die to defend those who cant protect themselves from ground assaults. Thats where the real problem lies. In the past 2 months over 200+ marines have died defending outpost 340 and Science post 413. 200+ marines died to safeguard Starfleet installations. Even tho those installations are secured now 200+ marines died. THAT! is a loss we dont accept easily. While we sit around here on our butts waiting for the end, the Nijgat and the Heerani are out there gathering there strength to wipe the galaxy clean of all intelligent life!" he said as he took a long draught of his beer.
Commander Cook nodded his head. "Ah yes... good old Mathew... a fine captain... pretty proud of the Excalibur if I recall." He smiled... "So... what do we do? Once we get the Iroquois to do a search mission? he has been missing in action for some time now." He shook his head. "I hope that where ever he is, he is safe... but if a mission to search for him is what you are going to suggest next... we need to wait till our ships are fixed up."
Commander Cook was having a look in his eye, a look that said he was looking forward to the next adventure that might come his way. Captain Smith only purred at feeling the excitement from Commander Cook.
"It can be a very difficult word. I'm glad that you feel the same way. I was actually worried that you may not."
"Let's get going then. They could be anywhere by now!"
"I see, Tell me. Have you been having flash backs more frequently ?. Like your doing your job then at some point you have a flash back and see someone you dont know and the face you see isnt yours ?" The female voice inquired.
"Not very nice?" Swifty asked with a smile. "No I was perfectly nice to the man, he just doesn't seem to appreciate my skills... or anyone poking holes in his scenarios. He made a few comments about my performance that were not really fair, anyone can come afoul with bad Intel, even him. He also seems to lack a sense of humour, I said something classic and he didn't even blink." Swift said incredulously and took a sip of the drink he was holding.
Swift walked towards the bar, followed by an angry ferengi.
"You tricked me!" The ferengi said in a slightly angry tone.
"Nope, I just threw the darts and the hit the board. It's not my fault you have bad hand eye coordination." Swift told the ferengi.
"Best three out of four!" The ferengi said.
"No." Swift replied, hating to talk to him.
"Why not!" The Ferengi demanded.
"Because I don't think you could pay up." Swift told him with a sly smile and the Ferengi stormed off. He kept smiling as he gently threw the latinum he had earned upwards and caught it again in the same hand. He walked back to the main group of federation officers, sat by a table and put his strips of latinum on the table to count. "Almost too easy." Swift muttered as he counted the strips. Winning darts was easy with his genetically enhanced visions and hand eye coordination.
"Yes indeed it is a tragic lose. But their deaths do not go unforgotten. They will all be remembered on by the thousands they have saved. Cheers to the 17th SFMC Dantor Contingent Battalion!"
Karelia grabbed his chair and slid around the table, so as to get a little bit closer. "There's something you need to know about me. The word 'love'... it scares the hell out of me. I don't use it unless I'm absolutely sure. So when I tell you I love you, I want you to know that I've never been more sure about anything."
The being remains huddled in the corner, her whimpering unceasing.
*Dernok punches Jasad.*
"Empty your Kanar, the Klingon woman said we need to go!"
Kelli sees the doctor sit down next to her, and immediately tenses up.
"Bryan... what brings you here?" she asks, quietly.
Hal chuckled. "To Earth." he said, stating where most of the pieces were from. He raised his glass and clinked it to the chair, smiling his computerized way. He then prowled over to Dobson, having managed to extricate himself from the chair.
"Just a few from Foxtrot. They were positioned here with me. Sorta a marine presense on the station should it be attacked again. We were discussing past battle and honoring the memory of those who fell. Is there anyone you wish to honor, Admiral." Jason inquired.
OOC**Im not sure how to write it either, go figure and I have AVP maybe I should dig the movie up and tell ya
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IC**
"Hes doing well. He was promoted I believe, cant remember what he was promoted too I think he was promoted to Major. Not really sure. How are you doing, Commander Cook. Enjoying life on the Iroquois?"
*tom nodded*
"Yes I do recall my old Captain. Why exactly do you bring him up?"
**She grabbed Will's hand into hers and her face became very serious very quickly.** "Will, last night when i said i love you; i meant it. I love you Will. I just wanted to say that outside the heat of the moment, s that you were certain that i meant it whole heartedly." **She was certainly nervous about his reaction but she had a need to say it.**
*...I come running in after the computer directed the being here after a scan of the station...*
"Thank Go, is she hurt?"
*... I walk commly up to her..*
"Please calm down we are not going to harm you, we are your friends please."
*Extends his hand aswhele*
*KHa'Var knocks the plate of Bajoran snacks onto the floor as she hastily gets up from the table and heads to her ship, without waiting for anyone.*
"You. I haven't seen you for a while, which is odd, considering we work on the same ship. You know, I really never would have thought that would have happened, considering the odds."
He pauses for a moment. "I'm sorry, I'm rambling on."
<Sit down at the table>
"Getting down to business. I heard that you werent very nice to Captain Rajnus. Why is that?" Balkazar had inquired.
"why yes of coarse. I wish to honor all those who have fallen in during this bloody war with the Na'Jigat and the Heeran. Many souls have been lost to them already. how many more will they take? But enough of that. We are not here to anticipate the deaths of those who still live. Let us honor those who have fallen so that we all my exist."
He nodded his head. "Okay... I am glad to know that I won't be facing an angry Marine..." He was getting a small headache. "I fear my cat has developed a taste for bloodwine... but I should not be surprised, he is a predidor after all."
He sat down on a stool and smiled again. "So... what is new? How is Captain Richerd doing? I haven't seen him since frontier station was decommissioned."
((I do not know how to write the opposite of prey))
"No Commander Cook. Although that would be nice I was just thinking that well I would like to know some information. Anything that either of you were able top give in the identification of a live personal friend. Oh and yes I believe he was very proud of the Excalibur and if I do say so from the information that we would discuss her Chief Science and Executive Officers, Which is why I thought I would approach you here, becasue I think the two of your would be the closest thinks to friends that he would have considered on his own ship."
"I," he said before a slight pause, "have never been better."
*Jasad picks up his glass of kanar and is about to drink it, when Dernok drags him along, almost causing him to spill the drink over his clothes and the bar.*
"All right, all right, I'm coming with you!"
"Im not surprised they didnt mention me. They werent supposed to tell anyone. I was on several black ops missions where it wasnt required for them to know for there lvl of security. Only a few high officials knew. Well when I came back I chose to take up the Liason position. Representing marine matters in situations."
"As for my experience, I was a starfleet pilot and got many medals of valor, several purple hearts and quite a few red badges of courage. I served with the marine corp in several black ops missions, several more in diplomacy missions. I also was part of several missions where I had to help defend several cities from being destroyed by both the Borg, Romulans, Andorians and 1 or 2 confrontations with the Heerani and there nijgat master. Balkazar needed a Liason and I was in the area. If you need anything else, Admiral. Im sure my family can fill you in. Now we are off duty, lets enjoy it before we are called into action for one thing or another."
Hal suddenly aimed his grabbing arm, and took aim at Balkazar with the whipped cream bottle he had swiped. "HEY!! OVER HERE!" he yelled, his tinny voice blasting through 2 internal speakers, his computerized face breaking into a grin as he prepared to fire. Crosshairs appeared in his computerized eyes: a sign he was aiming.
(off: do you not mean the Lothlorien not the Evolution lol?? after you finish up your convos msg me and ill post up saying a few weeks had past and everyone met up here. thats when the fun begins and so does our new joint mission
:D:D)
"So Will, what are your plans after your shift?" **She asked after taking a large bite of her pancakes.**
*Vorak frowns slightly, and then quietly follows as well.*
<The marines who came with Balkazar into the Bar saw this lil droid showing agressiveness towards there colonel. They aimed there rifles after setting them to EMP mode then fired 4 EMP bursts at the lil robot shutting him down in a matter of seconds>
OOC**You can reboot if you wish
. You didnt take into acct the marine escort
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IC**
"Hmmmm, I see. Throwing the explosive wasnt needed. Just activating it and throwing it would have had the same effect. You shooting it might have not been what, Rajnus wanted you to do. Tho creative it wasnt necessary. Bad intel is part of the job, I get bad intel all the time however what you must keep in mind that things change rapidly on the field of battle or in any situation. Unknown factors may get involved into the situation, you need to learn to adapt to that. Understand?"
<Takes a drink of his water>
"Hmmmmm, learn to adapt and you should be alright. Dont talk back or give off an attitude or Rajnus will return the same right back. Respect your superiors and you should do just fine in the Academy."
"I suppose your right. Who are you here with?"
(OFF: what i jsut said may not have made sence to many ppl lol. Mr wallace was greeting the new ensign saying he was the evolutions new helmsman. he meant to say Lothlorien :P thought id be picky hehe. Next thing i meant to say is that a new joint mission will be starting soon and its been a month or so in the making, so once your all done i will post as if a few weeks have past while the repairs were done, then everyone met up at the celtic corner or maybe ill make it the conference room for the new missoin briefing.
hope that cleared things up a bit for ya
)
Will cut off a bit of his toast, and savored the taste he'd, for some reason, failed to experience in years. "Incredibly," he said out of the side of his mouth with a smile.
OFF: The storyline with the creature Akasayuniashirakomas has apparently been forgotten, and everyone seems to have forgotten that the creature is still hiding in a dark corner of Celtic Corner. So let's continue from there. Due to the fact that the person playing the creature cannot post for an extended time, someone else will post with it for now.
*Eastwood watched as the marines took the madman away and watch as an admiral and an elderly looking man walked in, he then noticed Balkazar taken his seat next to him*
"So Colonel what was that all about you have any idea, cause its got my stun......"
*Eastwood stoped when he heard glass shatter and continued to watch as he heard the elderly mans voice grow loud. He then looked at Balkazar and shrugged catching the elderly man storming out of the bar*
"I wonder what his problem was, oh well barkeep another drink for me and my buddy here."
"You aware that Rajnus was part of intel. He was the Captain of the USS Unity and the USS Mannon both Intelligence ships. I agree he has no sense of humour but thats because he doesnt know you. You see, he is hard on people all the time when they first meet him. The only way that he will start to show his true colors is if you and him gain some mutual ground. Show respect to one another. Being defiant and questioning him is usually a very bad idea. Hes usually very nice except when hes under pressure. Try and put yourself in his shoes and try to imagine what he has to do to train you to survive out there in the big old sea of space. Not very hard I would say. Its not his job to treat people fairly, its his job to make sure you stay alive, even if you hate him now you may respect his teachings later. Everyone hates him for the way he comes off when they first meet Rajnus. Your no different but you must also try to respect him enough to follow his instructions. Its his job to throw obstacles in your way."
Did you ever think that he purposefully gave you bad intel?. It could have been part of the training to see how well you reacted under pressure?"
"Tho im curious as to what exactly is your problem in general?. What skills do you say he doesnt appreciate?. Why do you come off with an attitude when he tries to teach you?" he inquired.
"Hmmmmm, not into small talk. Well, I suppose you were gone to earth during certain happenings. Hmmmm, Im Jason Patric. Marine Liason between Dantor and the Station. Admiral Julian permited myself and a small armed marine force to be here on the station incase anyone tried to invade and take control of the Station again. So now you know who I am, what im doing here. Im here to ensure that marine interests are taken into account. Offer my advice on certain situations when they arise." he told Admiral Yates.
"You should know all this, Admiral. After all you know my uncle, Simon Rajnus. As well as my step brother, Balkazar. Im sure they would have told you all of this from the reports you receive daily."
*Alex shakes his captains hand.*
"Thank you for the welcome Captain. I will be filling in the Ensign helmsmen position. As it looks like you're busy with the commanders I should head off to the holodecks and join in with the war sim. I look forward to servering under you sir."
*Leaves the bar and heads out to the holodecks.*
*leans back*
"Me, i'm thinking of coming out out of retirement. Life is to boring when you have nothing to do. I dont know what i should do though. I used to be CMO of this station but i'm thinking i want a change. Something on a ship maybe"
*still waiting for the beer*
**She gives Will an amazing smile as the food comes. The holo waiter sets the food in front of each of them. "Thank you." **The waiter nods his head and walks off. She begins yo spread her butter and pour the maple syrup. She takes a bite.** "These are delicous."
*The creature regards the bar from the dark corner in which she hides. Some security guards had come in and pointed weapons at her, to make sure she wouldn't harm anyone, but she doesn't understand. Until, after some time, some sort of walking machine approaches. She studies the android with curiosity.*
"Shhhhhhh, that was Admiral Karelia's father. Im guessing he just told his father about some death, maybe the Admirals brother I think it was. I remember reading reports about I think a Tom Karellia dieing on the USS Tiberon a few months back. But beyond that im not sure."
"As far as the madman is concerned, keep him locked up and only marines are to go near him. Let him sleep whatever hes on, out of his system for the night. Then we will go to the meeting tomorrow morning and take care of business there then take care of him. Has the marines ever encounterd an alien race called the 'Fellians' before ?"
"Firstly, I don't dislike the guy, any one who can raise to captain is alright in my book, he just needs to loosen his collar. Also I'm perfectly willing to accept that bad Intel was part of the situation, the fact is I was suppose to find, rescue, and protect some ambassador's daughter, so I took off to go look for her. Little did I know she walked out of a bush right behind me and he has a go at me for leaving her behind. Despite the fact there is no way I could have known she was there." Swift said downing his drink. "He thinks I am strong headed and have an attitude as when I arrived I said I thought one of the tasks looked easy. Then me and my team were trapped in a cave by an oppressive force Cadet Lois ordered me to set charges to cause a cave in. So I grabbed a couple of explosives from the crates lying around, but I didn't set them." Swift smiled broadly. "I threw the thing right by the enemies feet, then I shot it, it exploded taking out some of the bad guys and covering the rest in rubble from the ceiling... Granted at this point I decided to crack a joke, at the enemies expense while I was doing it. But I actually expected to get complemented, not to be called headstrong."
"As of a matter of fact I do know them. Very well actually. They never have mentioned you before and it is a mystery to me why I have not been notified of your presence. All happenings on Dantor and the Marines are Directly under my jurisdiction. How long have you been in the SFMC and what is your rank and past experiences?"
Takio grins
"I'm ok. Just waiting for new orders. You?"
"Well Captain It is about an Old friend of Mine that the two of you know. Captain Moriarty to be precise Captain. Commander. I beleive he was your Commanding Officer on the Excalibur sir. After I arrived here in the Delta quadrent holos were happening every other week and then at about the same time as the excalibur was lost sir nothing. and no-one has heard from him since sirs."
He leaned in and gave her a short kiss. "Well," he said, "I hope you never have to worry that again."
"Why not? I might be able to fit one of your Federation Starships inside my ships cargo bay."
*Hears an officer ask her a question as he walks in.*
"I'll be feeling much better when I get a hold on those who are responsible for taking my son!"
(Edited by KHa Var at 12:35 pm on Jan. 30, 2005)
"I dont know who he is ?, he may be some deranged man for all I know."
"Ohh I have met Archer before, I just got out of a conference meeting with him concerning this lil project."
"I think we should get this John person. Do you know where he could be ?"
=^= "Archer, this is Kassie again. Do you have a John at the Academy ?, Joe just mentioned his first name, and forgot his last name. So maybe you can track him down ? supposedly hes taking engineering classes." =^=
"Hmmmmm, this may take awhile to build 3 bases but we need to concentrate on one base at a time."
*Balkazar and 4 other marines entered the bar. The 5 were still in there combat gear, as they went to sit at the bar. Balkazar ordered a water, when the waiter came back with the drinks. He took a sip of the water and turned scanning the room for this cadet. Noticing him, Balkazar walks over to the table Swift was at*
"May I sit? Cadet Swift?" he inquired.
*Tom had just about had enough. He had stood up slammed his glass on the table and got everyones attention.*
"That is quiet enough! Colonel Balkazar I believe you should return to Dantor until you can learn how to stay out of other peoples conversations and respect other officers such as junior navy officers. And you Captain, I don't know who you are, what you do or why your hear but I suggest you stay out of matters you do not belong. Yes, I understand you were just going to try and cool things down but the manner in which you tried it with was childish. Also I don't care what you think about Lieutenant Swift but as long as I am around you will respect him. You too Colonel. Just because you both have higher ranks does not make you superior officers. Lieutenant Swift has proven his worth to Starfleet and is probally one of the most promising men I have ever seen in Starfleet. Commander Lollock I can only show my envy for the great man that serves under you. I only wish that I could have the chance to serve with him my self. Now, Colonel and Captain, if it is okay with you could you please leave this party and do not interrupt us again. These men have earned this time off and they do not deserve such arrogant bickering from a couple of nosey senior officers."
"Ah welcome Ensign Quinn. I am the XO of the Lothlorien. The Gentleman overin the corner looking a littlestoppy cause he just told off a Captain and a Colonel is the Captain Captain Titan. We are celebrating a sucessful mission. If you would like to get to know the Chief Science Offcier he is over at the Holosuite using it to have a look at a hypothetical reality about if we didn't win the Dominion War. You are mostwelcome to stay and celebrate with us. Welcome aboard."
OOC:
Lol, Alex, you just left a powerless holosuite and walked all the way to the Celtic Corner in the dark. Don't you think you should be more concerned for your safety than for a drink? You're pretty much like this
while everyone else is somewhat panicky, like this
. I'm saying all this in an amused way, it just seems so unhuman to be so happy-go-lucky in a situation like this. You might just want to act more confused and nervous or in control of your emotions and know what to do. You seem to be in a daze at the moment...
"No commander... Just... confusion... I thought the Excalibur was decommissioned." He smiled weakly... "Maybe my mind just blacked out that part or something... if the ship was destroyed... then I would have lost a part of me... and my mind would have blocked it out."
He then looked down at the table... "I have lost too many things in my life... family, friends, ships, parts of my life in a way dies when I lose one of those."
Nickerson strolls into the tavern.
"Good morning, gentlemen. Ahh, and Captain KHa'Var, how are you doing today?"
He walks to the bar counter and looks at the menu.
"What would you suggest, Mr. Jarron?"
"uh... doctor... why are you wearing that anyway?" Cook seemed ill at seeing a starfleet officer in such a get up.
"I am here for some leave due to the same thing... but... I seem to have lost Captain Smith, you haven't seen him have you?" Cook was glade that Jones wasn't here or he would be trying to call security or something.
A soft whirring came from near a chair: Hal 2000 had gotten stuck and tried to free himself with much crashing and banging.
"Also, Captain, you may wish to reap what you sow becuase by your words, 'Lead from example', you are only teaching our junior staff to be a couple of jerks that will throw their ranks in the faces of subordinates."
Quinn walked up to the group. He felt angry that he had to meet his new crewmembers alone, as if he was a loner trying to join a popular group.
He placed his hands behind his back, "I was told that the crew of the Lothlorien here, I'm Ensign Quinn, the new tactical officer," His voice was low.
**Lollock takes a moment and gives a slight nod to the admiral, simply acknowledging his entrance**
OOC:
But I'm not bothered by the dark. Those who are bothered are those that are scared of things going bump at night. By the way it's my birthday today(18th July)
IC:
Takio pulls out a penlight he got from his sister on joining Starfleet. *soft click*
"Agggh! I forgot how bright it was."
Takio looks right and sees no diffence between light on or off.
"My sister gave me this penlight she build. She's a very good engineer"
"Good question! I don't see how it could have happened as Vorlok was suposed to be observing Vorak."
"It's not something he got from eating at Celtic Corner right!"
*Jarron looks seriously and afraid. He then grabs his glass and drinks it all*
"I knew that creating those Dalarian Motballs would be dangerous. Although they are very tasty! But it seems that some people have allergic reactions to them..."
*Jarron grabs one of the balls of a plate on the bar and puts it in his mouth*
"Yoooooo.... Ssssoooouuuuddd....Trrrrrrrrriiiiii" *He spoke with his mouth full*
"Ohhh HEY!!!!!, I didnt know you were here, Im just wandering around sense theres nothing at frontier to keep me busy." Valens butt said.
<Gives out an odd giggle>
"Ohhhh!!!" <Rushes over to the replicator and starts replicating pumpkin whipped cream pies, several were set on the bar, grinning with goofyness and sense he was OFF duty, Valen threw a pie in Sitgor direction hitting him in the face. He quickly ducks behind the bar and starts to try and hide behind Cook trying to contain his laughter>
Edited: I switched the names
you both look the same to me
Captain Smith glared back at the Lt. For once unsure of what will happen.
::Navi stands up and walks out of the Celtic Corner after paying for her sundae...::
Thanks! It was freaking awesome...
So whats your assignment on SS Avalon?
"Ah I see. Your a very bright young man. I am surprised to not see a teal collar on your uniform. You would have made a magnificent counselor or diplomat. What exactly is your position?"
"I must remind you, Captain that you hold no rank over me for we are the same rank so you can not order me around. So its best you get back to your celebrating. As for you Swift, if I catch you even trying to start anything between the marines and the navy I will personally throw you into the brig. Do I make myself clear!"
"Also Captain Titan, you are acting more childish then I am for insisting on persueing a situation that has no need to be persued. You need to learn to control yourself before trying to control everyone else."
<Balkazar was surprised but hid it as Eastwood walked in>
"Well well well, look what the targ brought in. Where the hell have you been?" Balkazar stated.
**Lollock reaches for another glass from the barrel of blood wine and the wine is finally starting to take affect and she stumbles back over to the group.**
The Doctor moved in close, so as the ship couldn't hear him, which was a mute display seeing as the ship was telepathic.
"The TARDIS is 50,000 years old Earth solar relative time."
The Doctor smiled and took Givrillian to the transdimensional hangar.
Inside the Hangar which existed in another dimension, was a vessel like the TARDIS except brand new and White Star Class.
"This is for Expansion Fleet, if wanted, a gift from the High Council of Gallifrey, it's name is the RADIANT THUNDER. Unfortunately you can't board it, it is in Hyperbolic Stasis, but can be revived and teleported to space at a moments notice."
"I see, my condolences on your loss. As for the Rivendell, most of the previous crew have left, the crew we have now are fresh out of the Academy."
T'lana let go of his hand, feeling vulnerable and not much like her former self. Obviously it is time to meditate again.
Taurik moved to the other door, and using his telekinesis, slid the doors apart with a spreading motion of his hands. He moved into the corridor, and found a turbolift, exactly where he wanted to go. Since he knew the power would be down to the turbolifts, he was relieved to slide open the turboshaft doors and see that the car was gone. He took a breath, returned his energy sword to his belt, and jumped into the shaft. Rebounding off of the other wall, he descended until he hit the original side.
He continued this zig-zag motion down the shaft, using the walls of the shaft to slow his descent, until he reached Deck 206, his target. The fusion core cluster, the main power supply of the entire station.
"You had a problem with your lights? Thats interesting because it took me about eight months to get a working replicator." **She chuckles and lowers her voice** "Fianlly I had to pull the Admiral card with operations. But shhh. i knwo i'm not supposed to do that but my repair request wasn't getting any attention." **She laughs again** "I have never told on myself before."
"Vorlok's gone? Any idea what happened?"
"No, unless your motballs give off high levels of theta and omicron radiation, it wasn't them. It seems he's been exposed to high levels of those types of radiation, though I have no idea where from."
Cook looks up and only sighed. "I wish Richered was here."
He gets up only to have Captain Smith dart the otherway and since he wasn't expecting it, he was pulled into a chair, he was able to keep himself from falling, but Captain Smith, a Simese Cat was loss, but he didn't go far, he went underneath the table of Kassie and Joe Braxton.
Cook unable to locate the cat, only sighs and walks over to Starchaser. "Doctor... what are you doing here? Is everything alright?" Mentally he was wondering if he was still suffering from the computer virus in Frontier... nasty episode but still... he was worried for the once doctor... "Uh... are you still a doctor Valen?"
Captian Smith however was underneath the table hidding from the commotion that Starchaser was making, as well as Joe Braxton, However he soon began to purr. Why he was doing that, no one knew.
Mr Starchaser I am Commander Sitgor. I do not know of who you speak and as a Romulan I would not suggest much of a humour.
Mr Dicen very good I am sure a good Security officer can be used on any ship and very much so in the Intel and yes I am the Instructor the Captain told you about. If you are looking forward to starting then I would suggest you start as soon as possible and I will contact you as you get closer to finishing that course.
Mr Cook. Well I believe a little relaxation of the rules is allowed but remember a holosuite is more the place to get violent. It is okay. a firend of mine has a dog. it does the same thing and then starts barking at me.
Jones looked at Cook with a look of someone who was not enjoying the joke that was played on them. But he followed the Lt out of the Celtic Corner and to their destination.
::before she could offer a hot fudge sundae to the ambassador, he was called to finish a treaty signing...::
"woohoo for rainchecks"
'Ahhh Dantor yes, hadnt thought of that.'
"Well, Admiral. I started thinking about our social status in the fleet, and I decided that we need to get to know each other better so we can work with each other better. I think that this project will help people not only get to know the person being interviewed more, but I'm also sure that this will start new relationships,"
"I am afraid that its no use. After restoring power to my craft, I found my friends remains on an abandon transport ship."
Shaking off his emotions Morgan smiles and looks at T'lana, "So tell me whats become of the Rivendell."
"You have no authority over me, Captain. I am not on your leash and never will be. I will stay where I want and celebrate just like anyone else. Now only you and Swift stand in the way of me and MY men from honoring the dead." Balkazar said truethfully.
"Its good to meet you again, Cook. Would you like to join us?. Oh for the youth of being young again. I cant hold much against him sense im only trying to keep him from making the same mistakes I did" Balkazar quietly told Cook, as one of the marines moved aside and went to the bar for another drink to make room for Cook.
<Captain Eastwood threw open the doors to the bar>
"Alright you scrum im back and better then ever, now who is going to buy me the first beer"
<looking around the room eastwood could see Balkazar and made his way over to him>
"Gday Colonel miss me at all and where the hell is my beer damnit, i heard you had a victory while i was gone and might i add its about damn time as well"
<Gets up and is followed by the 10 of the marines while the rest went over to the door and waited for the others to catch up. While Balkazar walks up to Commander Lollock>
"Commander, I think youve had way to much to drink. I think you should sleep off the effects of the blood wine. Why dont I take you down to Dantor. I believe theres a cell block away from our prisoner and you wont be injuring yourself or anyone else if the side effects of blood wine get out of hand. Ok?" Balkazar said offering his hand to Lollock.
Givrillian was stunned. He had never seen anything like this before, and even more amazing to himself, he thought he understood the basic concept of what the Doctor was describing, even if he didn't fully understand the Science behind it.
"How old is this ship? Or, er... what I mean is if when travelling through time the ship aged normally, how old would it be?" He asked, hoping that he made at least some sense.
OOC: Just letting you know Taurik, all turbolift shafts have ladders for emergencies.
"Thank you, Admiral. Ill wait awhile before giving you anymore bad news or atleast try too more." he said with a smile then left the Celtic Corner.
"You don't have a favorite dish? So if I have the replicator to create some pizza's, that would be fine:P."
*He sits down behind the bar*
"Nah, don't be scared. It will be something special *cough*, just need to let it "live" for once. Last time I made dinner for a lady, my kitchen was ruined and the food had "cought" fire :S.
"YOU may not have a Federation starship, but I have my Vor'Cha Kahless. It should be fully repaired by now from the battle. We would travel cloaked untill we reach this Vontak Nor, if it would make you feel safer."
"No, not really. I've got Major Franks in the infirmaryright now, but I can't seem to find a way to revive him. Luckily, he's stable."
Cook turned to face Kassie, "Miss, this is our Doctor... unfortantly, I think he has not been his same since some sentient nanites took over our station... and some of... well, we had a small virus before the comptur problem and a few cremembers died... unfortantly the computer tried to use them and... scared our doctor here... now... Now he talks to non living things as if they can hear him." Cook said this in a vulcan like tone of voice before turning to Valen.
"Will you please stand up? I would appreciate it if you would do so." Cook was beginning to get a tick in his left eye.
Cook spun around and smiled, "Thank you... Uh.. didn't catch your name, the names Weasly Cook, and the cat is Captain Smith." then withou any further ado gets onto his hands and knees, and ignoring the others around him spoke to Captain Smith. "Come on, don't worry, it is just the doctor, come on out... we are guests here, I wouldn't mind it if you hide back on Frontier but what if Admiral Vorak came in? This isn't funny... are you even listening to me?"
All Captain Smith did was strech before walking forward to Cook then turning around, sits down, twiches his tail and then in a singel leap, jumps onto the table. He then walks over to the middle of the table and curls up.
Cook huffs out a sigh and stands up agian. "So sorry, but you cannot call a cat when they don't want to come." Cook then turns to look at Valen trying to see what he was up to.
*Enoch, looking all pale stumbles back out of the men's restrooms he had suddenly ran into awhile before... and sits down next to Weasly again.*
"I'm... I'm sorry that I interrupted the conversation like that, I had to go... hmmpf... throw up... I think I may have had a bit too much to drink."
*He takes his glass and notices that it's empty.*
"Waitress, another pint for me please!"
*Then he turns to Weasly again.*
"So, you were saying you're captain Smith?"
dicen ran up to cook and said "I will take care of captin smith untill they take over at least."
Evening Ambassador, I'm having my chocolate fix right now, would you like some?
"Psst, your still the owner Jarron. Im just helping out here till I report for duty. I have to keep busy even if it is being a Barkeeper. Im waiting to report for duty. But this is your Bar, Your more then welcome to take it over. My blood brother is more of a cook, I preffer to lay some smack down." she said towards Jarron, then puts the cloth that was over her shoulder down on the bar and walks around to join the Captain, Admiral, and Lt. as a customer.
Everyone, i am tired of this childish behavior. Lieutenant, thats enough! And Captain, for the record i am the Lieutenants commanding officer. If you have a problem with him you can address me! There is absolutly no reason for you to make a scene in the middle of a celebration.
"I have to say." Swift began as Alf rejoined him. "It is a pleasure to meet you. However I wouldn't go around kissing Klingons, when they kiss back they don't do it gently." He warned Alf with a slight smile.
"Hes Lt. Swift. Hes quite entertaining and yet arrogant while thinking hes much smarter then everyone else. Theres something odd about him he doesnt act like most humans I have met." Balkazar whispered to Eastwood.
The doctor laughed.
"Well the helm is there, *Points to the Central Console* the Vortex Drive is in engineering. this way."
The Doctor led Givrillian through the C&C door and into the tubolift, down several corridors and through a larger set of doors than that of the C&C.
Inside was a central console in front of a long tunnel with a crystalline tube, gold colored energy streams arcing from the crystalline tube to a multitude of relays could be seen.
"This is the Vortex Drive, or Hyperdimensional Oscillator, take your pick *smiled*. By manipulating gravity with ghost radiation, or negative energy as it is commonly know, the Vortex Drive creates a spacetime vortex.
Coupled with a Spacial Displacement Creator and a Time vector Generator, you can go anywhere, anytime in 3.26 minutes."
The Doctor walked over to the engineering console and showed Givrillian the central core.
"All Gallifreyan vessels are powered by a Quantum Singularity and Antimatter/matter Reactor.
The main power is taken from the Quantum Singularity, which is fed with the byproduct of the Antimatter/matter Reactor.
The energy provided is 10 to the 19 billion electron volts, which enables us to travel the universe, multiverse even.
the energy Provided by the Quantum Singularity is called Artron Energy, this energy is also what exists in the spacetime vortex."
The doctor looked at the stunned human and smiled.
"What else would you like to see, bare in mind this vessel is transdimensional, so it could take forever. All Gallifreyan vessels are designed to have all the conveniences of a city, which is achieved by having the internal topography in another dimension anchored to the shell."
"Although, since the High Council changed the policy of non-intervention, most of the new ships are standard spacetime architecture."
OOC: OMG Captain Taurik, is now Jedi Master Yoda, oh well they both have pointy ears 
IC:
"Captain, you know Morgan Freeman, once the Chief Engineer of the USS Rivendell. The tricorder shows that no one is attempting to make their way to the Reactor, so Morgan and I shall attempt to do just that."
T'lana seen Givrillian and made her way to him, handing him her Type II Phaser.
"Just in case Mr. Sarpedon."
T'lana then took the forcelance from it's hiding place on her person and activated it.
Moving back to Morgan, she was calculating a route to the Reactor Room in her mind.
The forcelance is a 20 cm long plasma weapon that can be extended to a fighting-pike. Being DNA encoded, anyone attempting to take a user activated forcelance is electrocuted, with a progressive charge. Forcelances also fire programmable projectiles called Effectors and can fire electromagnetically enveloped plasma 'bullets' whether in normal retracted mode or in fighting-pike mode.
"Morgan, you and I will attempt to reach the reactor, if that is acceptable with you. I suggest we take the Slipfighter to the Reactor's maintenance port, which reminds me."
Turning to Taurik.
"Captain, the space doors will need replacing. I had to blast my way in to the Space Dock to land in the Rivendell."
"Commander Lollock is a Klingon Colonel, humans may only be able to have a glass or two before they suffer the unfortunate side effect of death. But Klingons can drink the stuff all day... Did I ever mention Commander Lollock, I love that stuff but I can only ever have a single glass." Swift said, this was a lie of course. His body could handle it and when he was in private, or even with his mother he often drank it heartily.
"Well, that's what the Admiral card is for," Karelia said jokingly. He looked side to side, as if checking to see if anyone was listening. "I play that one all the time," he said softly.
*laughs quietly*
"Well, if all else fails, we'll have a nice fire to keep us warm
"
*Vorak frowns.*
"That region, at the Dark Passage, is unsafe for travel with a shuttle, and it is recommended to travel there with an armed starship only, which we currently do not have at our disposal."
"What happened to Major Franks?"
*She takes a sip of her drink and smiles*
=^=Archer to Kassie. I checked it, but I couldn't find anyone. I haven't had any Johns at the academy the past several months. Good luck with your search. Archer out!=^=
*trian took a sip of bulsa tonic as he turned around to see westly cook and a cat*
trian laghed as he wached the cat eat chees cake crumbs
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*sits down and just thinks about what he can do now since his mission was put on hold*
Nesbitt half drinks his White Zin. =^= Julian to nesbitt where are you. =^= On my way sir=^= Sorry can i have a raincheck i really would like to get to know you better. :;): I will contact you as soon as i have a moment of time. That is after i see the Admiral.
Hal turned and the gears in his servos scratched with such a noise it could hurt people's ears. "Damn it! Yet again the sand wins."
"Please walk with me commander then you may get back to celebrating."
<When they were out in the hallway, Simon lightened up>
"My apologies, Commander. Defusing a situation between a Marine Col. and a starfleet officer is tedious and I meant no offense going over your head with your subordinate. I taught him in the academy and I know how insubordinate he can get, covering his true intentions with sly talk. Though sense hes out of my hair you can see why my hair is going grey." Simon whispered to Tara out in the hallway.
"I agree Lt. Swift and Col. Balkazar were being childish. Im starting to think they were both cut from the same cloth." Simon said hoping he was wrong.
Commander Cook walked up to Alf, and then he realized something, maybe the Captain was not joking at all. He then cleared his throat and looked at Alf. "Sir, I would appreciate it if you tried not to eat the Captain Again... on another note." he got down and game the creature a salute. "It is good to see you again... how have you been on reclaiming part of the planet?" He smiled and waited to see if Alf would recognize him at all.
He turned to answer the officer. "He is a new officer aboard the Iroquois... he is our tactical officer."
*Suddenly, over the comm system, Dolan's voice was heard in the room.*
==^==Dolan to Celtic Corner. I'm just assuming most of the people on the station are here celebrating. I want to invite anyone who wants to come to join me at my holoprogram. It is an amazing story about if the Federation lost the Dominion War. If anyone wants to join, please come to the holodecks, I think we could have a couple of the holodecks hooked up together so we could be on different ships in the program but still connected to the same program. So if anyone wants to join me, please come. If you can't, you can play with it on your own time. Dolan out.==^==
*Just as suddenly as it was heard, Dolan's voice disappeared.*
OOC**Change your Avatar tag, That Avatar bar of yours isnt recognized by me and its not the standard avatar bar of a marine private. So please change it.
IC**
"Im full well shes a Klingon, Lt. Im more worried about the damage she can cause to the station and thats my priority at the moment." Balkazar said.
Sarpedon looked around, slightly stunned. He had never seen anything like it before. It looked grown, yet made with advanced technology at the same time. It looked old, and yet at the same time futuristic. It was certainly the oddest ship he had been on.
"Erm, can I have a look at your Vortex Drive? I've always been a pilot first, so that sounds like a.....logical place to go as a Vulcan would put it." he said, smiling slightly.
Takio walks in and sits at the bar
"I'll have a random drink and snack please"
=/\= Sickbay to Captain Rajnus =/\=
Lt. Dolan had been found in a coma on the Heraan ship. There are...complications. We need your help and possibly your security clearance. You might need to contact the Admiralty. Please come as soon as you can.
=/\= Sickbay out =/\=
"Don't forget about our ship and supplies, Dernok. But it's a small ship, it would probably fit with ease in a Klingon shuttlebay."
Mike takes a swig of his drink.
"Yep. Besides, this place is the only place on the station to have a little fun..."
He looks around, and notices the empty tavern.
"...though it seems no one's here at the moment."
*Balkazar quickly dodges out of the way of the dagger as it passes by he uses his free hand to grab the knife out of midair, and tosses it to eastwood where he caught it and put it on the bar. Balkazar continued to rush forward and tackled the madman as he raved on. Balkazar quickly begins to try and pin the man to the ground, he quickly placed his knife in his boot, then quickly regained the situation by continueing to pin the man to the ground*
"God damn it man, what are you raving about!" Balkazar shouted. At this point several of the seasoned marines started to take an interest in the struggle.
*Braxton was watching the scene from a small distance at his table. He sat down again, and when he looked down, he saw some sort of cat sitting under the table.*
"Hey!", he yelled to the group of people. "Anyone lost a cat?!?"
"Oh, really?! So I will probably see him soon, again? Oh, and that John guy, isn't a cadet, he is, i think, a Lieutenant-Commander. Lost his job at some base last year."
hi there mind if i join you
Ambassador Nesbitt walks in and sees Navi his new inturn sitting at the bar he stop and says that he can only stay a second he has to head back off to the treaty signing and get it all together. sitting sown he asks for a White Zinfindel and looks to Navi.
<Still talking to the chair>
"He doesnt know, HEHEHEHEHEHE. Oh but he will soon enough, OH YES!!!"
dude maby you should go and get your gears cleaned
<Gordon comes walking into Celtic Corner with a few of his race with him. They looked like children to most people but were covered in fur. He walks over to Swift and sat next to him as his friends went over to talk to there marine friends they made down on the planet sense they were brought out of stasis>
"Bartender, Catmilk for me and Catjuice for my family." he said as he pattled his hands and slowly turns his head towards Swift. Then opens his mouth and slowly prowls his ardvaark like mouth towards Swifts arm and playfully chomps down on it just enough to cause Swift to jump. Then ALF started to laugh in the most annoying way possible while slapping his hand on the bar.
**She looked at Alf almost with a sense of distress. Then she just laughed.**
You know, you shouldn't start something you can't handle.
Gilraen strode into the Celtic Corner. Scuttlebutt was, this was the place to go if you wanted a decent brew or some nosh. She was out of uniform as she wasn't scheduled to report for duty yet and had actually just arrived on station. She favoured a fashion reminicent od that worn in the twentieth century. She wore jeans and a black t-shirt under a fitted brown leather bomber jacket.
The jacket was even genuine leather. A gift from her father when she had graduated from the SF Academy. Her mother had been horrified that he would give their daughter clothing made out of the skin of an animal and forbidden Gilraen from wearing it.
So naturally, Gilraen always wore it when she was out of uniform.
Scanning the crowded pub she spotted an empty stool up bythe bar. She walked over, her gait just short of a swagger. Hopping up on the stool she ran a hand through her long black hair, pushing it from her face. She thumped her fist on the counter top and shouted for the barman.
"Haw! I'lll ha'e a pint a Guinness an' a double a Grouse."
Her thick Scot's accent really standing out against the almost accentless americanised ones that everyone else in StarFleet seemed to have. She wasn't sure if it was natural or a side effect of the universal translater. But even the Aliens sounded American sometimes.
"An' no ice, if ye please!"
Don't worry Colonel i'm fine, i've been drinking blood wine since i was seventeen.
**OFF: Where did everyone go lol**
OOC: No one can serve in the dark Alex.
"Oh, good! Can I come along? Or else we'll be stuck on this station forever!"
"I know, since the attack it seems that everyone has double shifts and not to talk about alien visitors. It seems that they are avoiding this station as much as they can. But all I can do is hope, and in the meantime me and Ayala are having fun, telling stories and so on."
*Jarron takes a sip of his drink*
"Any interesting stories to tell doctor?"
*Notices Balkazar rushing toward him, he shouts at him, continuing his route*
"Don't you see, he's one of them! He's one of them!!!"
*Pulls another dagger and throws it a Balkazar*
"Oh yes, I can see him under that table over there. <Points his hand thats sticking out between his legs and points to 1 table, then points to another table, but then he moved around to get more comfy and pointed to the final table>, I can see his lil legs from here. AR!!!! my neck, ummmmm its starting to get stiff here, my butt feels a lil drafty."
"Oh the speedo's ummmmm, not sure, why im wearing them, my pet rocks told me too."
dont mind at all..could use the company
::Navi walks into the Celtic Corner, she sits down at the bar and looks around::
" Could I have a Hot Fudge Sunday? I know that sounds weird, but I am craving Chocolate! Thanks, Your a doll!"
Slowly behind Alexia comes a face that has not truly been on a starfleet station in sometime. A small child, not more than four years old walks next to him smiling brightly as he looks around at everything and anything. He stops in front of a vendor and with out asking takes a jumbja stick, though the vender seems not to notice, but his father does "Akia.... that's very bad... that's stealing" he states as he takes the stick before the youth can lick it and walks to the vender
"I'm sorry sir... my son seems to have sticky fingers..." He states as he hands the stick back.
"Not a problem Lt. Brish..." The man states recalling that the man had been to his shop before for his son "... I'll keep a better eye out from now on for that little rap-scallion." the storekeeper states smiling at the man.
As they walk away towards Alexia, Rylaan can be heard repremanding his son "Akia... you know you shouldn't use your powers that way... Lexi, do something with your son..."
I'll have a vodka and lemon please batender.
Yes well there are quite a few open slots on the planet. At the moment we just have officers and crewman filling in until we can find suitable people to fill the positions. Our main priority at the moment is setting the academy up. We have no CO for the academy nor do we have an XO or any teachers. IF we are to get any more marines or if any Melmacians want to join, then they have to wait until the acadamy has these positions filled.
**She leans closer into the Captain and talks softly. It was a rare moment where she actuallt toned downher klingon heritage and let the human side of her speak.**
It's okay Captain, i understand your frustration. But speaking one Commanding officer to another. Theres a time and place for everything. Although he may be a little full of himself he is a capable officer. I just hope that, in time, he grows into the shoes he's trying to fill. I'm just glad the situation is close to diffused.
Commander Cook was sitting still, eyes out of focused, a primal fear from the cat when he was in the jaws of Alf was so great that he too had felt it... but then... as Alf had put the cat down, Captain Smith began to groom his fur, disgusted at the alien's saliva on his neatly groomed fur.
Cook blinked and he was back in reality, he could hear every one laughing at the incident... even the cat was finding it funny... but there were many thoughts that went through his head, before finally he too cracked a smile, he didn't laugh out loud, but he did smile... hiding the fact that he almost lost most likely his only anchor to sanity left to him. Cook just ignored the drink offered him, he didn't know what was in it, nor was it safe for a human to drink... so he just stuck with what he was having, Root Beer.
He smiled even more as the question registered from Commander lollock. He turned in time to see Alf call her Momma, this time he could hold it in, he laughed out loud this time, he knew he should lighten up when it came to the Captain but it seemed that at the moment he could not. "Sorry Commander, but... with the way he was moving and then... well, a lot of events have led to my laughing. As for your question, I am looking forward to serving as XO."
(Sorry, sir. Changing)
Still, Commander, one of my father's friends had been drinking the stuff for years, but he still drank to much one time and got some people hurt.
"I'm glad to see it's not just me. So Will, what do you like to do for fun in your spare time?"
"As you wish."
The Doctor manipulated the controls on his Statenheim and teleported them both to the TARDIS.
On board the TARDIS, the main console was a circular unit with crystalline controls.
In fact all of the TARDIS was filled with crystal based technology, it looked grown in many ways, with obsidian and metallic over tones.
All in all the entire design was completely alien and advanced beyond imagining.
"Well this is the Command and Control, through those doors *Points to two obsidian doors at the rear of the C&C* are living quarters, recreation, mess halls, a library, Cloisters and Engineering where the Vortex Drive is. What would you like to look at first?"
Taking the phaser from T'lana, Sarpedon turned to his Captain. "Sir, I will return to the Rivendell. The power onboard her should be unaffected, and I may be able to use her systems and sensors to help coordinate any efforts here." he said.
Walking past an Ensign who had entered in the dark, Sarpedon patted him on the shoulder. "I don't think this is the time for drinks, Ensign. Do you?"
With that, the newly promoted Petty Officer left the bar for the Rivendell
*smiles*
"Thank god, I was almost under the impression that I had to talk to your "manager" because of your busy schedule :P"
*Jarron throws a towl at her and then runs to the other side of Celtic Corner. He cleans some tables and lights new candles*
<Eastwood and Balkazar turns there head and saw the stranger pulling a dagger on the Ensign>
"Ahh CRAP!." Said Balkazar as he pulled his own knife from his boot and rushed forward to block the raged mad man from hurting the ensign.
Captain Smith wiggles out of Cook's arms and began to eat the crumbs of the Cheese Cake, which made Cook laugh at the antics... he was begining to feel better, it takes a while for him to unwind from any shuttle ride.
Cook seeing that Valen was off him and so he sat up and watched the juggling.... he wasn't that good at all, so he enjoyed watching others juggle and he was really amazed as he watched the glasses go up into the air and then come down only to be caught by Valen... Cook realized that it must have taken a lot of pratice to do what he was able to do without breaking any glasses.
occ:thats supposed to be zack1392 my other character i just dont feel like loggin out and back in so pretend its zack for a little bit
<Alexia walked into Celtic corner and all eyes turned towards her, she was wearing a long blue dress as she glided across the floor and sat down at a table near the window so she could have a perfect view of the stars>
"Yes brave indeed. I hope the division is a success. Admiral Whitcomb is a very dedicated man. I'm sure that he will command with a great deal of efficiency."
<Out in the hallway>
"I hope he does. Now lets get back to the party. Also try and keep the bloodwine to a minimum, I dont need starfleet officers puking because they had to much blood wine. Lets go and enjoy the party. Though just between you and me, I hope he does fill those shoes soon. He needs alot of discipline inorder to be a greater officer. I hope you can teach him some discipline?" Simon stated in a hushed tone.
"Go back to your seat little man before you get hurt, because frankly you have no idea what i have been through, i have seen stuff that would make your orange skin there turn purple, so in turn if i have upset you i am sorry but i recommend you go back to your seat before you end up as my dinner"
"Well Mr Cook I don't think a cat would respond to a Dog whistle if it wasn't following the dog to begin with. I think Captain Smith was just enjoying himself with a friend think about another Adventure with Jake. It has been two years Mr Cook."
T'lana was amazed at the technology of the Radiant Thunder, she gazed around Celtic Corner taking in all the people there.
It took her a couple of seconds for her brain to note that there was a face from the not to distant past she recognized.
T'lana forgot herself for a moment as she ran over to Morgan and gave him a kiss and a hug.
Sitting down beside him, the beautiful young Vulcan, almost missed the seat.
Regaining most of her control, T'lana stuttered.
"Mor...Morgan it is so great...er...agreeable to see you?"
"Reservations are supposed to be made in advance?" **She chuckled and bumped his elbow with hers** "We could pull the Admiral card for a reservation. Anyway, i've heard about her but i still have never seen her. Let's go, you can show me the woman in your life." **She laughs again**
**She thinks to herself** ~"Oh my gosh, i can't remember the last time i lughed. So thats what it feels like... i think i was beginning to forget."~
I've decided to just hang around the bar, since it seems to have the most people around.
*laughs and catches the towel*
"Well, I have the feeling that if you were to talk to my manager, he'd be more than willing to give me the night off if I'm with you :cP"
*smiles and starts cleaning the tables as well*
*Bailey stumbles into the bar. His clothes are ragged and torn, several gashes are puss filled and oozing. He looks as if he came out on the losing side of a fight/battle. A glazed look dances in his eyes*
*He staggers around for a bit, looking around...and he lunges at the nearest person, an ensign, yelling and shouting. He pulls out a crude ornamental dagger and lunges at the ensign*
"They're here! They're here! And you're one of them! Die!"
OFF: Hey folks, i'm back...
"Oh alright, I think we should go down and do some surveying and such and see how much maintence and building we need to do."
"Im heading to bed myself, Good night you guys, thanks for the show Valen."
*Braxton and Kassie left the Celtic corner, and went to sleep in there respective rooms*
Quote (dicen @ Sep. 27 2006, 2:54 am) |
i am going into intel. they opend a new class and everything. |
Welcome Mr Dicen. Come sit at my table. A little away from the hussel and bussel of the rest of this place.
First off I must ask what has you attracted to the intellegence side of starfleet.
Secondly Officers of intel also need to know what they would like to do while they are being starfleet officers. ie what they want to do on the ship to help make it an efficient ship and get where it is going. Because Without a full crew the ship can't go anywhere. So please with me make up your mind and do that study and I will have the Admiral contact me when you are almost complete with that training.
Dominic entered the pub, he had slept little and looked for a drink to relax while he awaited assignment.
"Something strong, barkeep. If you have something".
"Good news?" Cook asked Valen... then trying to get around anything that might stand in his way he even asked the chair that Valen was talking to. He felt a little silly but he wanted to try and understand what this cryptic comment was about.
He had seen someone walk in and he felt like he had met them before, but he shook off the feeling, he had enough to worry about at the moment, mainly Captain Smith trying to sniff at some synthoale.
"No, that is not good for you, do you understand? That could make you sick." Cook had not learned the diffrence between synthoale and the real stuff, he avoided both all together really. "just wait till we get home and then I will give you some food and water." Cook seemed to be once agian agitated, but this time it was how Smith was alway poking his noise into things.
"This is good, I heard there was dark creatures out there beyond the known borders and your willing to brave them? Interesting."
OUT IN THE HALLWAY
I would tend to agree. And just to let you know, i can hold my blood wine. They've gotten to used to synthehol.
"I would listen to him. Last week I saw Alf beat up four Klingons while he was blindfolded and eating chicken with his right hand. This guy is hard core." Swift bluffed, the marine probably knew Alf wasn't that strong but he felt the bluff was a risk well worth taking.
That's rather ironic, sir. you like blowing things up, and then making sure things don't blow up!
In to corner of the bar sits the warn out Morgan Freeman. He didn't know why, but something had pulled him back to Avalon station.
His search, his mission had failed and now he didn't know what to do with himself, should he try to go back to starfleet? Would they even have him? Only time would tell, but for now he would just keep drowning out the thoughts in his head.
"Well, I'd normally take the Cardinal Virtue out for a little run, maybe tinker with the thorium conversion manifolds. I know it sounds weird, but I do enjoy getting under the hood of my ship. Of course, Captain Taurik has it right now, I transferred it to the Rivendell for their current mission."
Suddenly, an idea dawned on him. "Say, there's more than a few fully functional holodecks on the station... no reason I couldn't still show you the ship."
((Alex if your part of the Lothlorien crew post on the Normandy. The Lothlorien was crashed pretty much destroyed.))
"Wonderfull to hear that

. And may I ask what the favorite dish of this beautiful lady is? I don't want to prepare a meal she doesn't like"
*Balkazar and Eastwood enters the bar as most of the marines disperse to do there own thing, while more seasoned marines stayed enjoying themselves with the music and the drinks being served. Balkazar and Eastwood goes and grabs a seat at the bar and Balkazar orders 2 drinks for eastwood and himself, they both sat there sipping there drinks*
"Ohh so you dont like talking to my butt <Giggles uproariously then untangles himself and starts to roll on the floor laughing, when he got the giggles out of his system he went and pressed a lil button on his neck and his speedos changed back to his normal uniform>
"Instant and Mobile tailoring device, in otherwords its a closet, oh check this out."
<Presses the button again and hes now wearing a pink tutu, and starts dancing around Cook, while singing "I feel so pretty">
Cook laughed and nodded his head up and down, "I know that... but as a vulcan would say, human's have emotional responses and mine was completely emotional, without any logic." Cook laughed as Captain Smith began to purr loudly as he still eats.
OOC: Believe it or not, Cats can purr while eating, have one myself and he purrs while eating his catfood.
Cook only grunted, Valen was heavy and he was having trouble.... Their was a thud and Cook was on his back, with Valen on top of him, he had fallen backwards off the Stool.
"That is a interesting chocie of words, I came out here for the same reason, but I choose Science... I guess to each their own," Cook laughed, which sounded like a wheeze. "Valen can you get off me? I am having trouble breathing." Cook then laughed agian, "Trust me, out here... you may find peace, but I assure you, their will be nothing but excitment at some point in your life out here, I am seen three events that could have gone so sour I would be a stiff on my way to Earth... but you learn to think on your feet... and...." Cook stopped talking decieding that it would be better to wait for Valen to get off him.
"Valen" Cook said with an surpressed groan. "Please watch where you are going, you just knocked into a future Marine."
Cook then walked forward still holding the lesh to Captian Smith and extended his hand to anyone that might want help to get up.
"I am glad you showed up, you see I just got orders to transfer to the Evolution, so it sees that you won't be my doctor anymore." Cook considered Valen a good friend, as well as a good doctor. He felt that he should try and tell him where he was going, since he would most likely have a new doctor so that Valen could tranasfer all his medical records. He didn't voice it out loud, but he thought that whenever Valen showed up, life sure wasn't boring.
"I don't think so Mr Wallace. You may have been the person to give Jake to me, and consequently keep me alive for these last two years but I have come to depend on Jkae to get me through these time more than I would have expected Mr Cooks Scientific statement to be correct."
"Mr Alf whoever you are you may not have a lick of my Dog. He is probably as presious to me as Captian Smith is to Commander Cook."
"Mr Cook did you say that you had been on a ship? If I remember rightly you had to face your biggest demon again with the distruction of the Excalibur. If I remember rightly you hated confinded spaces."
"I hope to get my flyer fixed. The deflectors are more from M Wallaces and your area Mr Cook, A Tactical Officer uses them but shields or abaltive Armour is more my forte But if I don't get her fixed I will need another. I can't stand being scattered and reassembled!"
"Indeed he was. He was one of my better friends. Rumor has it Rear Admiral Whitcomb is reopening the Unit. If indeed he does I will certainty have to make an appearance. He will be Recommissioning the Reliance and Unity and rebuilding the New York. They will be stationed beyond the expansion fleet sector."
OOC**HAHAHA!! Swift!, that cracked me up.
IC**
"Captain, Sit down!. ALF is under the protection of the Marines for as long as his species lives and resides on Dantor. There for you are to treat him with respect. If not Ill make sure your cleaning the latrines for the next 5 YEARS!, do I make myself clear!, Captain." Balkazar said in his authority voice.
After being on the station for a few hours I have been cleaned up with a haircut and a shave and a new cut of clothes.
I had made my way to a favourite place on the station. The Celtic Corner establishment. I was standing outside deciding weather to go in or not.
As I was about to decide a cocky young Ensign in Starfleet gold came over.
"Excuse me sir but on a stargfleet station you just move infront of the door of a general entry area for it to open sir."
A moment later slightly embarrased I entered the corner and made my way to the Bar. After turning toward the windows I say a face staring at me and talking with him another two old friends.
Bored with Captain Taurik, the Doctor teleported them all back to the Celtic Corner, by manipulating his Statenheim.
As the white flash dissipated, the Doctor stated matter-of-factly.
"Well it is yours if you want it my friends, I shall be on the TARDIS with your decision, if not I shall send it out to self destruct, up to you."
The Doctor smiled at them all and teleported back to the TARDIS.
Hal leaned in one of the chairs, his massive metal body relaxed as much as could be done. He was looking into the bowl in front of him, analyzing every inch of it. He had no need to eat, but still came here to talk, for company. Yet few ever gave him any. He looked strangely wolflike, his mask shining with bright metal as he sat there, turning his head to view things. He had lasers in his eyes, a phaser and a laser gun in his retracted hip holsters, and the want for adventure.
"Hmm, I don't really have a favorite dish. :cP I'm sure whatever you feel like preparing will be fine"
"By, Captain."
<Kassie finishes off her drink and heads for classroom 5>
"That's what I thought. I do, however, know where his quarters are. Maybe I will drop by him tomorrow, if I have time for it."
<Presses the other button and changes into his normal uniform and goes up to Cook>
"I wouldnt hurt another sentient life form, cmon, you know me better then that, why would I eat a cat ? so furry and the captain would rip up my gullet, Riiiiiight!? <Giggles> Besides that cat is funny in his own right like me. I just take it to the extreme." <Giggles>
<Pets the cat as he ate the cheese cake crumbs>
*Bounces down from Cooks arms and grabs a bunch of empty glasses and started to juggle them in midair while catching them deftly as they went in somewhat of a circle as he juggled them into the air*
"You may wish to get ahold of Brian Higgins hes in charge of intel aspects of things. I think I heard he was down on Dantor in one of the earlier news waves." Valen said as he juggled.
<Gets up and starts talking to the chair he had knocked over>
"Oh yes yes, he sure is a good medico, oh wait, I am the good medico. Oh ummmm, im not sure which but we both must be good medico's. Oh Cook just said he was being transfered to the Evolution, we best not tell him the good news. Nope nope nope." he said as he chattered on with the chair.
"Interesting history. I think Simon was Captain of the USS Newyork and the Unity till the decommission. For the good old days again, Sometimes it sorta sucks being old." he had finished talking as he swallowed the remainder of his beer.
"WAITER! MORE BEER!" he said rather drunk.
<Eastwood sat back down>
"Roger that sir, oh and also who is that fella over there who tryed to give me advice ive never seen him before at all"
With my back to the door as I spoke with Captain Titan and Commander Cook I didn't see Mathew walk in and so I was completely unaware of his entrance until I looked up and saw the strange look on his face.
"Captain What is it? Was it something you ate sir.."
Jake come running over to me so I picked him up and gave a quick pat.
"Alf this is a dog. I think a lick would be okay but no biting he is a pet to the Captain that just arrived."
"Good evening Captain, it is good to see you again sir."
The Doctor moved over to Givrillian,
"Yes we designed it specifically with Star Fleet in mind, for easy understanding of the all the Radiant Thunder's operations."
The Doctor continued,
"There are no turbolifts on board the Radiant Thunder though, the chambers you step into are voice or LCARS destination controls for dedicated transporters, each site to site transport chamber has it's own power supply that is separate from the main grid."
The Doctor moved to the Transport Chamber and urged them to follow, "come, I'll show you."
The Doctor, T'lana, Taurik and Givrillian moved inside the C&C's Transport Chamber, as the door closed the Doctor pointed out a panel that had a glowing map of the entire vessel with specific areas having a glowing white icon.
"As you can see, every Transport Chamber in the Radiant Thunder has a touch pad icon, we didn't bother designing this in LCARS, because it is a simple matter touching the destination icon, or asking the Operating System."
The Doctor touched the destination icon for the Transport Chamber in Engineering.
Moments later, after white light of the Gallifreyan Transporter system had enveloped them, they were in Engineering.
What they walked out into would be easily recognized by Givrillian, who has already seen the Vortex Drive on board the TARDIS, but to the virgins of the group the Doctor explained the underlying principle.
In front of them, in engineering, was the Vortex Drive, that appeared as a tunnel beyond the single engineering console, at the back of the open chamber they had beamed to.
A long crystalline tube with many relays took over the tube, golden energy arced from the crystalline tube to the outer relay points that lined the tunnel.
"This my friends, is the Hyperdimensional Oscillator, also known as the Spacetime Vortex Drive, or just Vortex Drive, is the Radiant Thunder's Faster Than Light Engine."
Quote (Balkazar @ Feb. 28 2008, 10:12 pm) |
((Alex if your part of the Lothlorien crew post on the Normandy. The Lothlorien was crashed pretty much destroyed.)) |
Really? Maybe that's why it's been v, v, quiet. My last post was in '07 for a new mission and nothing happened, noone posted or anything.
*When Jarron hears Mirez, his cheeks begin to colour red*
"Mwhel...*cough*...what do you think about the champagne?"
"Ahh, always up for an adventure."
Nickerson takes a bite at the same moment his commbadge goes off. =/\= Doctor Nickerson to the Infirmary! Medical emergency! =/\=
He responds back. =/\= On my way! Nickerson out! =/\=
"Sorry, I've got to run! Thanks for the snack, Jarron!"
A moment after Nickerson runs out of the bar, everyone there hears him yell, "AHHH! That's spicy!"
Hodson looks at Kassie and shakes his head
" It's not that bad you are still able to have fun and don't worry about getting in trouble that just comes with the career, but hey I've got to talk with admiral Vorak so I'll see you soon and good luck with that final exam."
Stands and shakes Kassie's hand then leaves for ops
*Braxton caught the glasses Valen threw at him, and threw a few bottles back at him. But then, Braxton dropped a glass, and in a reflex he threw a bottle a little bit too hard in the direction of Valen. It hit him in the chest.*
"Oy, I think it's time for me to stop with this. I'm sorry if I hurt you, mate."
*He walked back towards the table to sit with Kassie.*
"Yeah, I know these. I love cheese cakes. I noticed we have the same taste of food. Let's eat together tomorrow again, after we've returned from Dantor. But now, I'm going to sleep for a few hours. I will see you tomorrow. Sweet dreams, Kassie."
*And Braxton left the Celtic Corner*
occ: oops wrong forum
*Valen came rushing into the room in red and green tights, a jester hat, palloons, and jingly shoes. He started to prance around Cook singing 'I feel so pretty' all of a sudden he tripped and tumbled over next to Swift knocking him down in the process. All that could be heard from the Jumble was laughter coming mostly from Valen*
Balkazar will be taking charge of the Marine side of the Academy. We still need someone for the Starfleet/Melmacian side. And even though we have a co theres no use having an acadamy with no teachers. overall, Balkazar will be CO of the Academy and whoever wants to be in charge of the Starfleet/Melmacian side of the Acamdemy, will be XO overall.
Do you mean my roll Admiral?
There are also still key roles on Dantor other than the Academy, like security and engineering and such.
"Thats good to here. While we are on that topic tellme a little more about project."
"Well get your arse over there and get your own beer, we wont wait on you hand and food you lazy lump of a monkey." Balkazar stared at clyde emotionless but he was indeed fighting to keep a straight face.
"all due respects sir but ill go get my own beer but next time you want your ass saved dont come crying to me hoping ill save it"
<Eastwood got up and make his way to the bar pushing alf aside>
"barkeep a beer for me and also can you send some water to the good Colonel over there i think he might need some"
<he grabs his beer and made his way back to Balkazar and took a seat again>
Just keep in mind the classroom and the field are two very different places. However i am thrilled to have you onboard, i'm sure your talents will be quite useful.
T'lana gently placed her hand on his and looked into his eyes.
"It is difficult when we lose those we know, but it was illogical to try and go it alone. I am still on leave from the Rivendell and the Kelata is docked there, if you would like to continue the search."
=A=T'lana to Rivendell=A=
"Mr. Sarpedon, lock on to Morgan Freeman and myself, beam us directly to Shuttle Bay One."
=A=T'lana out=A=
T'lana and Morgan Freeman dematerialized into a Transporter matterstream.
((Yeah thats possible. But the Normandy is the new ship.))
*laughs at the blushing effect she has had on Jarron*
"The champagne is delightful! What do you think about it?"
"Doctor Nickerson, off duty I assume? If you are...then you must try these Bajoran snacks" *Holds the plate in front of the doctor and the other guests at the bar*
"I know that you aren't all Bajoran or even love their food, but this is a real delicatese you have to try. Some of them are made of bread and some of them are made from a certain vegetable that grows in the mountains of the Ersa Province. "
*Jarron places the plate in front of them and then turns to the other side of the bar. Before he turns he quickly whispers*
"I do suggest you eat slowly
"
Cook only shakes his head, "Doctor please... we have a cadit here... what kind of example are you setting for him by acting this way?" Cook was worried as the ranking officer at the moment, he was responsable for maintaining order... and here he was trying to maintain it, he knew he couldn't maintain what the cat did, but the Doctor... he was trying his best. "Please unless you are off duty then maintain a professonal mannor, then if you are off duty... well..." Cook sighed... he was good at situations behind the bridge... but he felt like he was having difficulties at the moment trying to maintain some kind of order in the Celtic Corner. He was just happy jones wasn't here or he would never live this down.
Captain Smith was now watching the glasses being thrown into the air and being caught, he looked completely enthralled by it.
Cook meanwhile was wondering just were this technology came from.
=^=Ensign Kassie, this is Fleet Captain Archer. You are to report to the academy in 2 days, in classroom 5, for your final assignment. Archer out.=^=
sir are you the teacher captin archer told me about to let i am planning on being tactical/security and i am very exited about this class ..... sir.
"Well, We found Valen, or Valen found us. Im not sure which."
<Turning to Swift>
"Alright remember what we talked about, your dismissed Cadet."
Madison entered the pub.
"Vice Admiral Rellek, i've been looking for you for some time now. I need to speak to you about some quartering issues. I've already worked as much out with the Academy here on Avalon, i imagine you could pass along in your report that Starfleet needs to focus crewing this station now that the ships are ample."
Mark nods and sits down, "You did very well in the interview Admiral," he said.
"well sir ive been here there and everywhere but ive been to places and planets i would rather forget and not talk about then to, so wheres my damn beer already ive got some catching up to do"
<Runs after Eastwood and before he sat down, ALF kicked him in the shin>
"How dare you disrespect your elders like that. Next time, Ask me to move or take your order to another part of the bar. I didnt deserve to be pushed aside like yesterdays Cat soup!" ALF said clearly angry at Eastwood.
Cook shuddered... "No... it is not true... the Excalibur was decommissioned... we just need to have more crew out here for me to see her again... she is not dead... I won't believe it." Either the Commander Cook in front of them was from another dimision where the Excalibur was decomisioned, or his mind had blocked out the time he had spent in an Escape pod.
Captain Smith only rubbed against Cook's leg and purred softly.
Cook however right away changed the subject. "So... Jake... is he still safe? or did he become a little wild on the planet?" He was curious... but knew that something happened. "It is nice to see someone else understand why I consider Smith so dearly."
His eyes then gleemed. "Oh... ship repair... now that is something I would like to do... I doubt any of the marines or repair crews would let me mess around with the Iroquois... I am more of the big ship builder." He laughed. "But it is rather simple once you understand the topics."
"It has been a long road. A dear friend of mine disappeared not to long ago, and I finally found a clue to there location. One clue lead to another and another till finally my craft lost power and I was drifting in space.
Well, suffice it to say I was not able to find my friend, and now I don't know what to do."
Morgan sat there with a blank look on his face.
Takio watchs as everyone leaves the bar
"Hmm, looks like more for me to drink"
Takio flicks the beam of his penlight round the bar checking to see who was left and see if they needed any compancy.
"I think that there wasn't any better drink to celebrate your return

."
*Suddenly Jarron notices that the lights on the promenade are working again. There are even people walking again*
"I wanted to prepare a nice dinner but it seems that people are returning to the promenade again. We have to open the doors, maybe you want to have dinner at my place this evening? Continue the celebration
"
Admiral leaves the Celtic corner after having a couple drinks
"Nah, not me. If I took the command route I wouldnt beable to get into much trouble, I would have to act responsible and grown up. Nooooo thank you. Being grown up is dreadfully boring."
<Takes a sip of her drink>
However, Cook's face at being asked that one question grew dark and his eyes had an angry look to him, "Lay on finger on him and I'll personally throw you into the brig for the deliberate indangerment of a Captain... I will not let any undue risk befall my last family member out here, Do you understand me?" Cook's tone of voice was cold and hard, he then scooped Smith into his arms as if to protect him from Valen, and began to pet him, he was shocked at his own outburst, espessially his own contratidions... maybe he wasn't as over the past as he thought he was.
Cook after hearing his other explantion smiled, but faintly, "Not only yours, but mine and the cats as well... but sorry for being a little too harsh, but I am a little protective of the Captian. He's what got me through my survival of Wolf 359... without him... I would never have gone back into Starfleet, and would still be in some hospital or another."
OCC: Uh... if you do, Cook will snap. Cook if he snaps... won't be fun. Also, sorry if i hurt your feelings, but Cook can't tell at the moment about on duty or not... trying to stay in character as well.
Gentlemen Control yoursleves you are part of starfleet not in the middle of a klingon blood wine festival.
Hobson sat in the pub, still off duty. The place was empty when he came in, now it was filling up quickly.
"Thanks" he responded, when the waiter brought over a scotch to drink.
He didn't know any of the others in the pub, but he raised his glass, smiled to them, and called out: "To the Delta Quadrant!".
"I see, well you dont have to worry about being yelled at by me. Eastwood just had an interesting time the last time he drank to much and im trying to keep him away from getting drunk. Its good that you were worried about Eastwood but its no need. I dont yell at my captain's and Eastwood and I have been threw alot. So theres no need for me to yell at him or at you for interrupting. All you need to know is when marines are involved with a joint mission between Starfleet and Marines. Your in good hands. Also remember that I never yell at my men unless there is a need too." he said trying to calm Cook down.
"Oh as for Starchaser, im not sure where he is, some of my men were wondering where he went because he provided a good and entertaining show for them in the past."
*...Yates turns to Mark and grins...*
"Oh, welcome Ensign. I have not seen you since the interview. Come join us."
<Eastwood turned the alf>
"and who the hell died and made you boss and on that note who the hell are you and what are you doing here"
<Balkazar could clearly see Eastwood getting angry and motioned him to settle down>
*...Andrew stands at the entrence of the pub waiting looking about and seeing everyone is enjoying themselves...*
Sarpedon, though exhausted, nodded enthusiastically. "I loved it. Do you know when the Radiant Thunder will be brought into service? And whether it'll have that huge swimming pool like the one in the TARDIS?" he asked, grinning "Or a fully stocked bar?"
T'lana looked slightly embarrassed at her old friends comment on her looks, but she was more concerned for her friends apparent distress.
"I am fine my friend, but you seem distressed, anything I can do to assist?"
*smiles*
"Hmm, a dinner at your place..let my check my planner :cP"
*checks her plans for the night*
"well hun, you're in luck!...it appears that i'm not very busy at all" *laughs* "of course! I'd love to have dinner with you!"
walks into the celtic corner and has a seat at the bar.
"So, can I have something strong to drink? What I wanted to ask you, is whether you have seen Fleet Captain Nickerson around lately. He told me he wanted to teach at my academy, but I haven't seen him eversince.
Ah, well, we'll see what happens. So, how's business around here? Are you getting a lot of customers?"
Hodson just looks at the marines then looks at the captain.
" See you later sir."
Looks back to Kassie
"Well it looks like your on your way up Kassie, have you ever thought of going the command rout?"
Finishing his shake he sits back in the chair and waits for Kassies answer.
Cook turned around to see a new Officer, He looked shocked and then a little embarrest. "Sorry sir, but this has been the first leave from duty that I have had in about a year and a half, other then that, the only off time was durring my off shift... My apologies if I have offended you, but it felt good to get out of my system some sillyness. SIR." Cook added that in case he was really in trouble and didn't want to upset anyone, even if the new person was the same rank as him, he felt that he might have tread on some toes and that was something that he didn't like doing, though he knew that it is nessisary at times.
Captain Smith on the other hand only seeing something new, as well as some new scents hoped from the counter, troted over to King Stinger and began to sniff his boot.
"Smith... come on, I don't know if he would like having a cat sniffing his boot... Sorry bout that sir, it's just that Smith likes to investigate new areas and smells." Cook looked a little more ill at ease. As if feeling guilty for having some fun or being a little silly.
Swift was sat back in his chair nursing a drink that was a green liquid, he had asked the bar tender for something alien, weird, full of flavour and strong. It definitely covered all the bases. A marine walked over and asked if he could sit down, he thought for a moment but decided it was best to be pleasant. After all marines were normally less uptight then officers.
"Of course sir, be my guest. Can I get you anything?" Swift asked before he noticed the marine already had a drink of water.
OOC**Having fun Cook
, So really can I borrow and eat your cat
, Ohhh Character idea!! MAKE AN ALF!!!!
"Im off duty sonny, and while off-duty I can be as fun and entertaining as I like, besides these cadets need to have some entertainment, right ?, and im supposedly insane enough to wear a pink tutu and sing 'I feel so pretty' then wear a clown suit ?, Seriously Cmdr, do you really expect me to do this on duty? they would have my neck and thensome."\
<Feels a bottle hit him in the chest and Valen fell backwards and tumbled to get back onto his feet as if it looked like it was part of the show>
"Everyone give the young cadet a hand!!" <Everyone in Celtic corner clapped>
Swift was going to answer Balkazar's question, but then there ended up being a lot of talk about drinking cats. Why the first case didn't simply drink synthahol and the second stop worrying about the cat being placed in a room for it's own safety he had no idea. Synthahol tasted the same as alcohol and the cat probably didn't even realise it was in a brig. People really were strange.
"If you will excuse me sir." Swift said to Balkazar. "I need to find out when my next lesson is, or perhaps the good captain told you in passing?"
The Doctor put his arm around the young mans shoulder and smiled at his enthusiasm, he couldn't remember the last time he was surprised about something.
"Yes it has the same power supply and Vortex Drive as the TARDIS, except more efficient. The RADIANT THUNDER is designed with less advanced races in mind, no offense, the Artificial Intelligence Entity is designed to help in anyway and the controls are designed on your LCARS system."
The Doctor took Givrillian around the rest of the TARDIS; the Recreation Halls with their swimming Pool, Bars etc. The Cloister Chamber, Wardrobes, Quarters, Observation Deck with it's Holo-Emitters and back to Command and Control.
All in all the tour took three hours to complete, which was at a hurried pace.
The doctor apologized to the exhausted crewman.
"I am sorry for the fast tour, but it was necessary. The RADIANT THUNDER is not transdimensional, but can be programmed to be and is capable of holding 230 personnel."
The Doctor teleported them both back to the Celtic Corner and they sat at the table they left.
"So, what do you think? Enjoy yourself?"
Mark spotted Admiral Yates in Celtic Corner, he walked up to him, straighting his uniform. "Admiral Yates?" He said nervously.
"Who I am isnt important. What you did, is. Do you always treat species whos smaller then you in this way?. You never treat your elders like they dont even exist!. I have been around longer then you. Your glad your not my kid or else you would be in SO! much trouble. Disrespecting your elders I will not tolerate young man. I didnt come here to be pushed and bossed around by a child!" ALF stated angrily.
Looking At Commander Cook strangle I say.
"Commander are you Okay? Have you recently had a blow to the head. Commander Wallace is holding Jake. He made it through the ordeal probably better than anyone. If you can see him maybe you need to go and see one of the Doctors and maybe an Optomistrist while you are at it."
"So Captain Titan now. I see you have gained from my absence. Your ship Captain is it a good ship? Strong ship Strong Crew? There seems to be a lot of Marines walking around the station. Has it changed that much in the last two years?"
Startled by his old friends embrace Morgan takes a moment to come back to reality. Shaking off the tankard he just drank he looks deeply at a beautiful face from his past.
"You are prettier then I remembered Commander." He says in a shy voice. "How are you doing?"
Morgan leans forward into the light of the table and shows his weathered face. His beard sports gray highlights and his eyes look as though they haven't closed in years.
"hmm..the right words...nice, adorable, funny, smart, cute. I don't really know actually. Several words suit you!"
"I think that your imagination is now in control over you Miss KHa Var. Ofcourse there aren't any misterious plots against the Federation. You know what I think is happening..*he then whispered*....they are just preparing this big, big festivity which we may not know about

"
*Jarron walks to the other side of the bar and takes the bottle of kanar and a couple of glasses. He puts them in front of Gul Jasad and Dernok and fills them*
"And gentlemen, please enjoy this glass of Kanar it's on the house!"
"No, as you said, I'm in perfect health. It's just strange being back on the station."
*Enoch smiles.*
"Glad to hear that! So is there any waiter or waitress around today, or what?"
*Enoch looks around but can't see anyone.*
i have not given a response because it has to go through high command first. Kassie i am sorry but i have already spoken to the HC and they have said you need to finish your cadet training b4 i can promote you.
<The waiter brought 2 bowls of Speghetti and meat balls>
"Hope you like it." Kassie said as she stuck a meatball into her mouth.
"Okie, heres the thing, Admiral Julian wishes to have a starfleet presense on the marine base of Dantor. Now the thing is that we have to set up a base and the marines were so graciously kind enough to give us the southern end of the marine base, im guessing its there old command center till they moved or some such, but anyways, we have to set up a base down there. They put me in charge so im putting together a team, you, Mann if he ever responds to his comm badge and myself. Now here are the schematics of the new base that is being set up, supposedly the marines are securing the building sight for the engineers and us to build the base. I suggest we set up some sorta security defense first, theres a alredy built wall in the courtyard area, now we gotta mount security systems up on those walls and post guards at every entrance. I also suggested building 2 seperate bases and 2 seperate power stations, meaning if one base is destroyed we retreat to the secondary base, and the destroyed base wont have any effect on the secondary base we will also be setting up. Our first priority is to set up a primary base then the secondary base, we should have enough room to place the key systems and facilities as well as a few armories spread out threwout the base, as well as several security stations for rapid security deployment."
"With me so far?" Kassie said as she sucked in a tomatoe covered noodle, and the sauce splashed all over her lips and face.
<Mindlink>
"Yes, I know of the broken ties between starfleet and the Chronasians. I know all to well because I was there. The ties diminished because my father was head strong and stubborn. I am here to fix that as best as I can. But it wont be easy."
"I am not asking you to deny what you are. Im asking you to accept who you are. You are Chronasian. What you are is a Starfleet officer. Find balance between who and what you are then you may find peace in both aspects. I have revealed who I really am. What will you do about it ?. Will you tell your superiors a chronasian is here ?"
"Is there anything you wish to know about your people ?"
"Well, the Delta Quadrant is certainly... different. All the stars seem out of place. Back in the Alpha Quadrant, even if I was on another planet, the stars felt the same even if they didn't look the same. I don't know, maybe it's nothing."
*He took some sips from his hot chocolate.*
"As for the future, I'm not entirely sure. I obviously want to be in Engineering, although there are some other areas that may be interesting as alternatives if needed. I don't particularly care whether I'm on a ship or a starbase. They both have their pros and cons."
Mark's face brightned, "That would be a honor, Admiral," He said, getting to feet.
Commander Cook was sitting at a table and listening to this argument, he shook his head. The young seemed so sure that they were right always... He smiled at Captain Smith and smiled even more. "Why don't we go visit old Balkazar?" He got a meow in return and he got up, he had yet to touch any bloodwine, but Captain Smith seemed to be sniffing a little more then usual towards the drink.
He soon walked up to the Lt. Col, a Root Beer in his right hand, and a blue leash wrapped around his left. "I want to thank you for pulling us out of that nebula, smart thinking sir." He was trying to patch up the rift between navy and the Marines. He just hoped that he didn't get his head knocked off by a punch or something. He felt that he might have gone to talk to Swift, but he was letting Captain Rajnus teach him a little about respect. Cook shook his head. "Sometimes people forget that to earn respect, you need to show it in return... an earth saying if I recall, but applies to all races."
The Doctor looked at Givrillian and smiled, "Sounds like you have had an interesting time. Me, well I left Gallifrey and explored the universe, I mean that literally too, through time and space.
I've been to Earth many times in the past present and future and have helped out where I could, fixing the time lines."
The Doctor continues,
"Now I am a Gallifreyan Order Master, still traveling the universe in my ship, but I must admit I am lonely."
The Doctor appeared sad for a moment, as though he had regrets.
"You see, there was a time when Gallifrey had a strict policy of non-intervention, simply watching all the younger races struggle to survive against more advanced races, so I just had to intervene.
Now that the High Council has altered it's strict non-intervention law, creating the Order and various other projects, I feel my job is done."
The Doctor looked curiously at Givrillian Sarpedon,
"Thank you for sitting down and talking with me Mr. Sarpedon, not many people would, being apprehensive of my kind. For that I will grant you one wish, what will it be?"
**Lollock sits her half full drink on the counter and thanks the barkeep for the hospitality. Then she makes her way out the door.**
*Janeway recieves a secure comm from Dantor, and then goes back and sites down again*
It seems theres been a change in plans.
*takes a sit of her vodka*
The starfleet side of the academy on the planet has been scratched. It to become fully for Marines. The Main Academy is to stay on the Station. The Melmacians will have to be trained there. Also, it has just been confirmed that Balkazar will not be the CO. we are bringing in a few Marine teachers from Earth.
"My name's Swift, an officer people tend to love or hate around these parts." Swift told Alf with a slight smile. "Some people get my humour and others don't. It's a fact of life I guess." He shrugged at that comment. "Anyway who are you? I was brought up on my mother's ship and I saw many species but I have never encountered someone like yourself."
T'lana looked around the Radiant Thunder's Command and Control, she was fascinated by the obvious biomechanical starship, a perfect fusion between the biological and the mechanical, the Borg would certainly be jealous of this vessel.
Operating System: Welcome to the Radiant Thunder, I can answer any questions you might have.
T'lana stated matter-of-factly, "Most impressive, Doctor."
"Indeed."
After Morgan left, T'lana made her way back to the Rivendell.
*smiles and as he does a site to site, she stands up and walks to her room the old fashion way*
Welcome to Celtic Corner.
Jarron, bartender
Ayala Mirez, waitress
at your service.
"Got the wrong words? Which words should I have used then? :P"
"How sure of that can you be? If that is what they are up to, then they should be easily located by the computer system or the A.I. of the staton."
"Oh. I.. um. Is there something wrong?"
Very nice Enoch, I think I am going to like it here at Avalon station, I think i will like very much
Hodson looks at the crew man and then looks over at the old captain
"Yes crewman that is Captain Ransom."
"Admiral I was talking with Admiral Julian earlier about getting promoted but he won't give me an answer maybe I could talk to you instead and talk to you about how well the ensign did in enginiering and get her one too."
Takes another sip of his shake
OOC: I think so... but I hope I am not thrown out of starfleet for this.
<Mindlink>
Cook blinked, him... part of them? Maybe Andros saw something... or not.... But... "I will accept that I am from this species... but negotiations have broken down between you and Starfleet, and frankly, I have built a career here... I have sworn to protect my home and advance science, as such... I also cannot deney that I am a part of Starfleet. I tried to negoiate peace... but I am sorry to say that both sides showed a little too much inability to move or budge... I feel that their could have been better ways to go about it.. but the past is that, past. But the future... no one knows what the future holds."
Cook then looked around and sighed, "I accept that I am part Chronasian... but I am also part human, as well as Starfleet, if I disapear now... What can I do? I must protect Starfleet and our posistion out here... I feel a strange something... like an enemy or two on the horizen... and I am unsure what will come." Cook then sighed once more.
OOC: This is kind of fun...
*Braxton tried some of his spaghetti*
"Ooh, this is good! I gotta remember that one."
*He licked his lips and continued eating, while Kassie was telling her story. He looked up as Kassie asked him if he was with her*
"Yes, I am with you. You just continue as I absorb all this information. I am someone who first listens and analyses. Oh my god, look at your face. Here, a napkin."
*Braxton stretches over the table and handed her the napkin*
"Several ships have been called back into the drydocks. But the Evolution and Rivendell are still holding strong out there. Now that this starbase is in orbit of the planet Dantor, where the Marines are based. It's a much safer place. My own ship, the USS Starphoenix. Nebula class, the flagship. She was totally destroyed by the Na'Jigat. An energy consuming entity that the fleet now is pretty much at a war with. But that is a long story. Do you have any big goals for your carreer in Starfleet?".
Yes admiral, i've already noticed that that was a problem. I'll make sure to mention it.
*...Andrew Grinned and walked out of the pub with lois by his side...*
"Insubordination?" Swift asked with an innocent grin. "Whatever do you mean captain? I haven't been insubordinate. I thought we were having a friendly chat and light debate over hypothetical scenarios. I can't think of anything I have said that would count as insubordination or deserve a trip to the brig. However captain if you feel the need to throw some one in the brig, for whatever rveason, I am more then happy to volunteer. I have some reading to do anyway, and a few reports to finish off, so I could use the quiet time."
"Oh, I was born on Melmacian now known as Dantor by your species. Starfleet found myself along with thousands of my race in suspended animation. My race are born scholars shall we say. Where you use technology for war, we use it to heal. Im a roboticist, I make robots of all sizes to aid in medical purposes or help me pilot a vessel I know nothing about. Right now, Starfleet and my race are living together down on the planet and we are slowly reclaiming our home outside the walls. We bring our services to Starfleet in the way of food, clothing, shelter. We enjoy assisting other people who do not mean us harm. We are utterly loyal if we claim someone as a friend. So by your estimate I am roughly 600yrs old give or take a couple yrs. I guess thats what suspended animation will do. My family was all but killed while defending our bunkers when the Felians attacked. Strange they are still vicious now more then ever. Hmmmmmm, but you starfleet protects us and allow us to live on our ancestrial home, even if we do live below the planets surface." Alf said as he was rambling on, and started to stare at Cooks cat wanting to have it for dinner.
Quote (Taurik @ June 29 2007, 2:07 am) |
"I am glad to see that you are settling in well. You have performed exemplarily, especially for being such a recent addition to the crew." |
Sarpedon beamed. "Thank you, Sir!"
Upon arrival onboard the Radiant Thunder, Sarpedon took a look around.
"Wow. It's so odd. Like a cross between the Rivendell and the TARDIS!"
It was quite an odd sight indeed. Although the architecture was clearly Gallifreyan, LCARS systems easily stood out among it all, making an odd blend of Starfleet and Gallifreyan. It was, however at the same time, a comfortable pairing.
Sarpedon was taken by surprise by that question, and his eyes widened.
"A..A wish? Er..I don't know, I was just trying to be friendly, I have nothing against any kind of people."
**Tara sets her half full drink on the bar and heads out of the Celtic Corner.**
"Very acceptable, I shall see you there." Morgan stands from the table then turns and touches T'lana's face, "I won't be late this time I promise."
"You dont want to drink any wine. As for reading people, No, im not. I just need some relaxing before im shipped out again." he said as he tapped his combadge and initiated a site to site transport to Lilque quarters.
Tyn appears aside Jarron in his hustle to serve the large crowd. She smiles politely, but as can be expected, he's startled having a stranger simply manifest before him.
*Jasad gets up and waves his hand expressively at Jarron.*
"How much longer do we have to wait for our kanar?"
*Then he approaches Vorak and Kha'Var.*
"You are not the only one who is looking for a companion, it seems. We have come here under the direct order of the Loxian general Zayan of Vontak Nor. She had an urgent errand on this station, and we transported her all the way here. But then she disappeared, without letting us know anything! We have no idea either where to look, but I heard that she was last seen at Enoch's Camelot store. Maybe we can be of assistance to each other, you and I?"
Love seems quite uncomfortable with speaking on the matter. She finally mutters something in a low tone.
"I was with my Husband."
"Ahh, yes. This is Martin, my new store assistant! For me, one Kilkenny please. What do you want to drink, Martin?"
Hal decided now would be the perfect time to show his prowess at hovering. with a soft whoosh, 4 pods came out and activated, lifting Hal up off the table. He then made a soft whistling sound, levitating about 6 inches from any surfaces that could hold him up. grinning, Hal floated around before landing softly on the table again.
<Takes the napkin and wipes her face>
"Thank you, now where was I, Oh thats right, Now after we did all this, and sense we alredy have the building and I believe the neccessary space, we can get to work on a underground civilian evacuation place. This underground facility will be set there incase the station is under attack and we can get civilians and the Admiralty off the station with lil trouble. Meaning this seperate 3rd outpost will be big enough to house millions of people with Several large transporter rooms to mass beam everyone onto or off of the station, I believe starfleet has some new prototype of transporter technology that can cut threw radiation to beam people off the ships or stations in orbit. This underground place will be set up for civilian use with a few security stations to help maintain order and law and such. There would be no clear access cept for those who have access to this civilian base. Whatcha think ? any idea's ?" Kassie said as she licked heer lips of tomatoe sauce and noodles.
"Waiter, 2 cheese cakes with strawberries and sauce on top, please."
*The waiter brought out the cheese cakes*
"Dive in, I believe you would know it from earth ?, one of my favorites from when I was on earth, my mother wanted me to learn something about human cullinary. So I got a taste for rootbeers, spaghetti and meatballs, and CHEESE CAKE!!. YUM!!"
<Mindlink>
"I know its hard to accept, Cook. But your mother is afraid to come out into space for the fact that we too have our own enemy, the chronastines. They constantly hound our every move, everywhere we go. That may be the reason why your mother doesnt want to come out into space because she may fear it. I doubt your father knew of his wife's true purpose. Who or what her true origins were. She probly hid this fact from you because she wanted to protect you from her life, but unfortunately we cant get everything we want in life. We can only deal with what life throws at us. I have learned that lesson the hard way many times. Sooner you accept your true heritage the easier life will be. You deserve to know where you REALLY! come from. Its your choice to accept it or to reject it. But in time you cannot deny where you really come from. You are a Chronasion. Thats the bottom line. Thats your true heritage. Are you willing to accept it or to reject it ?, the choice is yours."
((OOC: Having fun?))
"Well, the only goal I really have right now is to eventually be a Chief of Engineering. Who knows, though, I may want to achieve something else as time goes on.
"Oh, and I'm sorry about your ship."
Cook cleared his throat. "Well, no, I felt that since your were arguing with Eastwood. I thought I would use that moment to ask where Captain Smith was. I was actually worried you would yell at me for interupting a meeting, so I was taking a risk for me." Cook then looked around, "You haven't seen Starchasher have you?"
Cook unfortantly at that time realized that Captain Smith was sending a mental picture of being fed from the Cat. He turned around and looked at him, "NO, you are feed in another hour not now." Of course he realized that Balkizar was close enough to hear his hissed whisper. But their was nothing he could do about it now.
Not personally yet no. All i know is they are Marines, and they are the best marine teachers Starfleet has to offer. They will arrive soon
"Oh your arm would taste much better. Though I think some parsnip and catnip added for seasoning but it could be rather tasty. So who are you? I havent seen you around here before?" ALF asked eyeing Swifts arm and imagining it with catnip on it, then smacking his lips together as if he was going to eat it.
The Doctor stood and took Givrillian's hand, shaking it he smiled and motioned to the seat next to him.
"Please take a seat, I remember you from the Rivendell. You must be here for the same thing same thing as me, good food and good company, the universe can be a lonely place."
The Doctor sat down, "I was impressed at how your people took the Fortress from the Heraani, the tylium is what I wanted your people to have, the Fortress was secondary.
But enough of that rubbish, tell me about Givrillian Sarpedon?"
Looks around, seeing his friends gone. Glances at his watch, then walks briskly over to pay for his drink and leaves
*suddenly the power in the station cuts out. Backup power takes over but after about 5 seconds it also kicks out.*
(OFF: this is for a well planned mission a few months in the making pls go along with it. thnx )
*Even though she was shocked, she kissed him back and just looked into his eyes as he held her face in his hands*
"I'm not sure how you knew what I wanted but if your not a telepath then you are surely just good at reading a girls feelings. Would you like to get out of here and maybe have some wine with me? In my quarters?"
"d*mn, what the *****. Since when do you people suddenly appear in front of me? Over there *Jarron points at the door* that's where we enter!"
"So there are actually several people missing? Vorak, you should make a list of all missing persons. As there may be an underground movement against the Federation. The kidnaping of our son, Vorlok, could be a threat or a barganing chip to get the Federation to pull out of this quadrant of space. Why else would so many dissapear without telling anyone."
Mike is dragged into the tavern by the wrist with Paris Love. They find a table and await an attendant.
"So, you never answered my question. What have you been doing all this time?"
*Jarron was cleaning the floors behind the bar and suddenly looks up as he hears a sound. He hadn't noticed the two gentlemen entering his bar but he quickly heads over to them*
"Gentlemen .... *Jarron then notices that it's Enoch* ..Oh Enoch. How are you these days? You have brought a friend! Very good, what can I get you?"
"I thought I would just finish my training threw experience and doing it hands on with, Archer's permission."
Commander Cook sits back as he eats his own meal, turning his back to the person that seemed to have suddenly waken up... but as of yet, no response, but of course his meal had come at that moment.
The Waiter gave a indignent sniff as he set the plate of fish on the table only to have Captian Smith jump onto the table and began to eat the fish.
Cook only shakes his head and begins to eat his own meal, While watching the feline with a watchful eye, he didn't want him getting into trouble.
"Oooo yes!!!, Hey cook, let me juggle Captain smith. <Valen giggled at the thought then started to grab everything within range and started to throw a glass or 2 to Braxton to catch hopefully>"
"Cmon youngin, keep up with the pace." Valen juggled even faster.
OOC: Okay.... I guess i can.
On the outside Cook was looking calm and peaceful, not so in his mind, he was now nursing his sprite without drinking it.
<mindlink>
"Wait, WHAT? My mother is from Earth, she is still their right now and afriad to move out into space at all! She missed comming on the ship by ten minutes and after the Battle she has not left Earth since." Cook was not very happy.
"No, I have not moved anything with my mind, I am a scientist, not Telekenic." Cook however couldn't help but wonder if the times he misplaced an item were caused by other events. But... he was curious.. as a scientist he was now a little interested if indeed this was true, he had always thought himself normal, nothing unique about him. He was average in Starfleet acadamy, and didn't even reach a commander rank until comming out to Expansion. But still...
"The prospect is out there. And I wish you luck in that. So..whats say we return to the Academy? The holodeck is scheduled for engineering training shortly".
"No, you didnt interupt tho your timing was a lil interesting. You interupted right when I was talking to Eastwood about his drinking. Did you think a fight was going to errupt?"
Wow, i haven't seen any new faces from earth in a while. Do you know who they are?
Swift downed the last of his second glass of blood wine, the one he took while no one was watching, and headed out of The Celtic Corner.
Cook shrugged his shoulders. "Very well, I am acting XO for the Iroquois right now... who knows, maybe in another year, I could be Captain of my own starship... That would be nice." He took on a far away look into his eyes as he might imagine himself as Captain of a starship... He smiled. "We actually found the Constitution Defiant out here, so I hope that if we get slow enough to try and find out what happened to her and what brought her all the way out here, and not draw the attention of the Borg."
"Well, I only joined Starfleet recently. The mission to find the Evolution was my first mission. Before that, I was flying with my parent's transport company in the Alpha Quadrant.
"What about you?"
Noticing that Commander T'lana was reminiscing with an old friend who's face he did not manage to see, Taurik let her slip from his attention for the moment. He turned back to Crewman Sarpedon.
"Well, Crewman, I would like to express gratitude, both on my behalf as well as Starfleet's, by giving you the rank of Petty Officer First Class."
<Looking at the marines, then noticing not many people were in the Bar. He quickly moved close to Lilque almost touching her face, then quickly kissed her on the lips and held her head their in place for a few minutes>
"Oh, don't get your panties in a bunch. I didn't mean to frighten you."
She reappears, stretched out on the bartop.
"Just came for a drink, was all."
"Hermes... That may be a logical solution indeed. Mr. Hermes, please access all information available regarding Vorlok, Enoch and Zayan."
"It's strange, like I said. People stare. Last they saw me I was desperately ill from that fool's poison. Luckily I was able to recover on Vulcan with th-...well, I was able to recover. I'm worried Michael, it seems something's driving all of this turmoil. Like someone is pushing for bad things to happen. It doesn't seem to end lately. I hate it. I just want some peace of mind, to be able to rest at night. I'll find a place where no one has even heard of war. Not of the Na'jigat or the Borg...murder is not a word the people would understand. You ever hear of such a place?"
*She sips her drink, finding what she said herself to be a bit crazy.*
*Enoch looks expectantly at Jarron.*
nope sorry ensign, was hoping you were all here so i could get you all a drink.
*the bartender arrives with the old english bournon and 4 glasses*
*pours three glasses and offer 2 of them to both kassie and Hodson*
since the others aren't here, heres to our success!
No problemo, I'll be there on time.
"Well, I don't know anything about securing a base and stuff like that, and I guess you wanted me here because I'm an engineering cadet, so I will just focus on that part, ok? I have heard about those advanced transporters as well. I have a PADD with some data on it in my quarters. I will take it with me on our next meeting. You know what I'm worrying about, just a little bit, is the power supply. We're basically talking about two complete bases and one evacuation area for millions of people. We are going to need three, or maybe more, power sources. With the existing technology, it's gonna be quite difficult to supply all facilities with enough energy. We should figure out an advanced way to extract power from the planet's core, possibly. For the rest, we will need a lot of building materials, we can't just replicate it all."
*While talking, Braxton finishes his meal.*
"HMM, this was great! How about you? I guess you liked it, because you're literally covered with spaghetti. I have never seen a Vulcan eat so.... so human-like!"
*Grins broadly*
OOC**I got an idea
, go with it.
IC**
<Mindlink>
"You probly never found anything because the female that gave birth to you was one of our numbers. You never had proper training in the use of your gift. However, some of our numbers are good telepaths or telekenetic. On rare occassions we are good with both gifts."
"Tell me, have you ever unknowingly moved things with your mind ? and not know it ?"
OOC**All cadets who are still with the Academy report to your classrooms and Captain Rajnus will be with you ASAP.
OFF: I;m SOOOOOOOO sorry, i can't believe i did it again. I"M WAAAAY TOO TIRED
*...Yates walks into the pub and takes a seat and waits to be served...*
(off: lmao read the posts again... life support is still running. its controlled on the sealed deck you have to raid, along with communications)
<ALF felt his primal urges to eat cats again and he completely moved away from Swift and started to comically hunt for the cat he was sniffing for. He soon found the cat in question and he playfully prowled quickly popping his head up in one location then ducking it down only to have his head pop up somewhere else. He was close enough to the cat for a full fledged pounce motion and he took it. Next thing Cook knows his cat was in the mouth of ALF and was about to chomp down...........................................but he stopped and started to crack up laughing as he started to pet, Captain Smith>
"Oh this is a good kitty. Dont worry, Cookie. I used to have a cat as a pet. Want some catjuice" ALF said offering a mug of catjuice to Cook.
A spacial distortion was noticed as the Gallifreyan simply known as the Doctor, teleported into the Celtic Corner.
Looking around, the Doctor took a seat, looking for someone to have a conversation with and with no Psi-skin raised, he could easily be made in a crowd.
The Doctor picked up a menu and perused it, waiting for a waiter to come and take his order (if there was one) and someone to talk with to come up to him.
"Woe...Hold on there cowboy, it is up to your superiors, I have informed Captain Taurik and when and if they want it it will be there for them, I can't do anymore except inform your Flag Admiral."
The Doctor smiled at Givrillian and went and got a beer for them both.
Handing the beer to Givrillian and taking a sip of his own, he sat back and took in his newly found friend.
<Still remaining the emotionless, he answered>
"Col, Balkazar of the 17th marine Division assigned to the Lothlorien or should I say the new Lothlorien since the old one was destroyed in our past mission that we just returned from. We are just celebrating living threw hell again and remembering the dead that we lost." Balkazar said showing no emotion.
**Rellek gave Captain Rajnus a slight nod back** "Captain, Rajnus" She said acknowledging him.
**When she had seen Will enter the room she was quite glad to see him. It had been a long while since they had talked; outside of a few staff meetings. She was hoping to catch up but she wanted to give the Captain and Will a few moments to discuss the report. So she retreated back into her reports to give them some privacy.**
*Jarron turns to the bar*
"A drink? Just coming here for a drink? Aren't you able to appear just around everywhere in this Galaxy? And you are getting your drink here, is this time for me to jump around?"
*Jarron walks behind the bar and stands in front of Tyn*
"I'm sorry, I haven't even introduced myself. I am Jarron, your bartender and what can I do for Miss Galaxy? Maybe some Aldorian Ale or maybe a normal Human Beer?"
"Mr. Enoch was beamed from the location of his store, to a ship, along with Zayan, major Embries and a few other unidentified individuals including Vorlok and another Klingon child. Apparently, the transporter lock was not targetting Vorlok and the other child, but they appear to have been accidentally caught in the transporter beam. The location they were beamed to is unclear, however it can be determined that this would not be elsewhere on the station, nor on any of the ships that were in the vicinity at that time. It may possibly be a highly advanced cloaked ship, that was beaming them up. From what communication sensors can tell, there was contact with this unidentified vessel and one of the individuals present at Enoch's store at that time, making it reasonable to assume that the beam-out was done by request, rather than a kidnapping."
The waitress goes to fetch the drinks. Mike turns back to Paris. "So, what's it like to be back?"
Some spring water please, I still want to be fit when i return to my job, as well as a nice plate of Haggis, you do know how to cook haggis right?
"Me? a Lt. I doubt that sir, but thank you for the compliment. I was doing my job. The real thanks should go to Freeman, he was the one who helped out when we needed it and took command when I wasnt able to find the problem. Mann as well, he did more then me. I just ordered them all around, I suppose it was my experience aboard the Evolution and the Rivendell that made me feel compelled to take command like that. Personally, I wouldnt want to take command unless I had no other choice."
"Hello, Admiral. You seen Mann ?"
*After having emptied his glass of bourbon, Archer stood up and went straight to the conference rooms to meet with Julian and the marines.*
<Giggles> "Im half human and half Vulcan, tho I have embraced my vulcan to an certain point I preffer the human side of things. My father is pure Vulcan, infact he serves as Sanchez CEO."
"Yes, I realize we will be needing alot of supplies and materials to pull off 3 bases but I believe if we can get the materials ourselves, theres a large asteroid field on in sector 9J we can try to get the ore we need from. Also I think we can get some of the major resources ourselves."
"As far as power is concerned, I realize it will be alot of power and we do need an infinate amount of power to maintain all 3 bases but at the same time secure enough to not be triffled with or sabotaged as well. So I suggest we try and dig a seperate chamber thats still underground or inside a mountain and dig down, then get within a safe distances to where we can still draw power from the planets core while at the same time not destroying the planet in the process, get it ?"
<Wipes the sauce off her face and asks a waiter to bring 2 glasses of rootbeers, as the waiter came back with them, Kassie begins to blow bubbles in her rootbeer then drinks it>
"I think this project for the power supply from the core may require a experience engineer, got anyone in mind?"
Cook blinked and looked and Enoch. "I don't drink, but thank you kindly, also, talk to a doctor, my CO was alergic to cats, but he lived as well." Cook laughed at how Captain Smith now looked at Enoch with a sad look in his eyes and whiskers.
<Mindlink>
"I do remember that, but I did some research from my family lines and I seem to have been unable to find anyone that could be a telepath... but I could have overlooked some people.... But I ask agian, why the intrest? I have to ask this because I am unsure as to take this news. Could it be related to my nightmares? They have indeed become much more frequent." Cook was indeed worried about this, but he was trying his best to hide it.
<Balkazar and his men were enjoying time off when the power went out>
"Oh crap. Alright, lets get to the marine section of the station and suit up." Balkazar called out to his 30 men who was off duty at the time.
<As they walked to the doors, the doors usually opened but they didnt for the lack of power. Only way was to manually open them. After a good 5 minutes the doors were forced open. Then the marines went to the marine section of the station where they found several spare combat suits>
<Marine section of Avalon Base>
"Alright, unpack the generators and hook them up to the replicators and start replicating extra gear. I want this section locked down, no one gets in or out." Balkazar had ordered as he buckled on his backpack and combat suit.
"Alright, from the reports power has been lost on several decks and we have to get to the section where the life support is. If we cant get that system back online we will have to evacuate the station. Now, I will take 10 men and head up to command, Johnson you take 10 and head to engineering, and Lorence you take the remainder and try to get the life support system back online. Grab an engineer on your way." Balkazar had said as he put on his helmet, then he had ordered everyone to switch to nightvision.
<As the Marines seperated they went slowly to there destinations. With comm silence being ordered as they broke up into 3 groups. Balkazar and his team quickly made there way to command deck threw the most expedient ways possible>
Lilque looked at the stunned Marines, and spoke in a most confused and sarcastic voice.
" I am just wondering if you men were confused over the free drinks or over your commanding officer talking to a woman, becuase if it is the later, then I must ask him why he doens't get out much. "
*Some of the Marines turned away and continued to drink and others ordered thier new drinks that were now on Lilque's Tab. Lilque turned back to the mysterious stranger she was involved with now.*
" I know this may seem awkward, but I mean you no harm, just a drink. My name is Lilque, and I saw you sitting there and I couldn't help but notice that you were not a fresh out of bootcamp Marine, and wanted to offer you a chance to spend a moment in the company of a new friend. "
~what she didn't say was a friend that she was atttracted to but still on the offensive to say anything.~
* Lilque put her hand out and extended a greeting the stanger*
"what is your name?"
(((Stop skipping everywhere, Will lol)))
<Simon had left the Admirals office to find him in Celtic corner. So he made his way there. Upon entering the Celtic corner he made his way to where Karellia sat and ordered himself a beer>
"Admiral Rellek." he said nodding at her direction. "Admiral Karellia, we need to talk. Heres a mission report on our mission. It includes the capture of a Heraan vessel named Swift Retribution and the unfortunate crash landing of the Lothlorien, she was unsalvageable for the most part. I will take any responsibilty there is for a destruction of a starship. But we had too in order to keep a omega molecule out of the hands of the Heraan. Yes, they tried to get their hands on the molecule and failed. But the marines paid a heavy price for it and so did the marines who were protecting us and the General. Also im regretful to report that General Powell and Admiral Yates have both been wounded and are currently recovering in sickbay." Simon reported as he finished half of his beer in one gulp and handed him the PADD.
Cadet Oak and Captain Lurado both walk into the Celtic Corner pub, and take a seat at one of the center square tables.
"I'll have a Raktajino, and old earth Shrimp" he spoke to a waiter who had come to the table as they seated".
No captain, feel free.
Sounds like things have been interesting for you. Both of my parents are dead. My mom died, many years ago, in her quarters while serving on the Jackson due to a radiation leak. My father used to be the head of Starfleet Medical, but he was murdered in 76 while on a diplomatic mission.
"Yes I heard of the marine teachers. The cadets who wish to have marine training will have there hands full thats for sure. Well if any of you wish, you may join me and the men." he said as he picked up a tray full of drinks and took it to there table and sat down then began to drink and talk to his marine buddies.
<Balkazar for once in along time busted up laughing along with several marines at ALF's antics>
"HAHAHA, oh funny." Balkazar said between fits of laughter.
Shocked by the Doctors sudden arrival, Sarpedon almost 'jumped' out of his skin. But he knew the person, he had seen him on the Rivendell's viewscreen, so he decided he was as goo a person as any to approach for conversation. Sarp remembered his name to be the Doctor before he walked over to him.
"Ah, hi. My name's Givrillian Sarpedon. I'm stationed on the Rivendell." he said, offering his hand to shake.
Taking the beer gratefully, Sarpedon smiled. "I'm sure that one of them will agree to it's use. The Thunder would be a great help to us here, I'm sure." Taking a swig of his drink, Sarpedon sighed. "Ah. Just the thing I needed." he said, feeling the liquid running down the inside of his throat.
"Universe, dear. Anywhere in the Universe."
She smiles
"I came here because I heard it was the best. I'll have your best, whatever that may be, in your opinion...and it's Tyn."
OOC**Okie.......Crew of the USS Skytoucher.........I need you guys to read a mission idea of mine.......in the "OFF Game" link at avalon division.........I posted an idea there That I would like the crew to read and post what they think..........
I got Voraks approval to go ahead with it but he thought it would be best to see what everyone else on the ship thought first before going ahead with it.......so please do reply to it if you think you want to do it or not ?
"A mint Julep(sp), please."
*Jarron sees that his bartenders have everything under control and he's very tired of his journey. He decides to go to his quarters and rest. He grabs his belongings and heads for the door, they slide open and Jarron dissapears in the darkness*
Well, I'm a merchant by heart and well an Aunt wanted me to join Starfleet and go fight the Borg, Romulan's, aye, any enemy to Starfleet just like her husband, but me, give me a old reckidy vessel and a good hold of goods to trade and I'm a happy scotsmen, unfortantly this is the only place where she can't really get too, only those authorized are allowed out on the front of space and well I'm filling an application for Enoch's store, good antiques and treasures there. Besides, as a saying goes, a good trade starts from a step into the unknown, and well this is as unknown as I can get.
Martin then takes a sip of the Spring Water, and smiles
"Is that so? I have heard of Sanchez, fine officer, I've heard. I don't really like that unemotional stuff either, it seems so unnatural."
*He sees Kassie blow bubbles in her rootbeer and starts to laugh*
"Does that make it extra nice? Anyway, back to business, that asteroid is something I didn't know, but then again, it's only my third day on Avalon Station. It would be very convenient if we can find all resources in the near surroundings, saves us a lot of time and effort."
*He takes a sip of his rootbeer*
"Nothing better than a cold rootbeer after a large plate of spaghetti."
"About the power, I follow you. It is of course important to extract power from the power without exhausting its resources. It's something we just have to keep a close eye on. And since I've been here for only a few days, I don't know that many people. But I do know that Fleet Captain Archer used to be an engineer. Oh, and I bumped into some guy yesterday, John something... He is looking for a job, is an engineer as well. We should contact them, and possibly go down to engineering to see if they have some people to spare."
OOC**Trian post on the Evolution there waiting for you.
*Ransom finished his Drink and read the second Padd he had in his hand*
==^==Docking Bay 127-B to Ransom, the Repairs are Complete==^==
==^==Noted==^==
*Ransom Stands up looks out the Window*
All I need is a Ship and a Star to ster her by
*Ransom then turns and leaves for the Docking bay*
*Enoch suddenly sneezes really hard.*
"Oh my... I might be allergic to cats. Don't worry about it though, I'll live... so have a pint, it's on me!"
*Getting settled in his seat, Kirby turned to the waiter.*
"And I'll have a hot chocolate and a small steak."
*... Yates thought for a moment to see if he could find an excuse not too. He liked his solitude but he could not...*
"Well I don't see why not. You take th lead."
Admiral Karelia stepped into the tavern, and immediately made way for the bar. "One guinness, on the rocks," he said as Jarron stepped over to take his order.
"Hmmmmm, XO is a very high position. Ummmmmm, ALF is eyeing your cat so you may want to get him back here before he decides to eat him. Oh I heard about the Defiant class vessel. Very good find. So what do you do in the field of science exactly?. What do you do on a ship?" Balkazar asked questioningly trying to get a conversation going on longer.
"It is true... there are races that use that technology to replace organs with that kind of machinery, but I am not totally sure... that would be a medical question, I advise talking to a CMO on the station, I think their should be two or three, at least one for sure... if you want a solid answer there, go ask the doctors. But it sounds right."
"Ah but Commander it is the trials of life that make us who we are. It is up to us to make our life either better or worse, but we are challenged to go on. I know how you feel though. There were many times when I was out there without any friends with just Jake to talk to that I wished pleaded that the Excalibur was still floating out there in space waiting for one day a crew to come across her. But then if it was out there too long it would be discovered by someone else. That war we had before we abandoned her almost killed us all."
Ordering another drink I turn toward the door. Seeing Admiral Yates come in.
Oh no now what does he want?
"Hello Admiral come in there seems to be some sort of party that I interupted So I think one more gatecrasher would be just as welcome sir."
The Doctor laughed.
"Yes it does help, especially after running around the TARDIS."
The Doctor finished off his drink and smiled at his companion.
"Well it was nice to meet you Givrillian, I suppose I must get back the the TARDIS, see you later."
With that said the Doctor stood and teleported back to the TARDIS.
<Before the power cut-out>
Sarpedon was shocked. He had only had one mission and now he had his first promotion! "Thank you Sir!" he said proudly, taking the new pips and attaching them to his uniform.
<Power cuts out>
"What the --"
Looking around, he could barely see a thing. The only light was that from the stars out of the viewing window.
"Well, this isn't your normal everyday visit to the pub." he muttered, drawing his phaser and making sure it was set to stun.
"Tyn, you say" *Jarron sais as he grabs a glass and tries to find his best bottle of wine*
"Well Tyn, here you have a glass of wine made in France in the year 2280. It's said to be one of the best years but I guess that year was like a second for you, wasn't it?"
"I think that Hermes can be persuade to say things that are not right

, he is just a piece of technology so things can be changed in his subroutines and I know a person who's a genious in that field

"
*Jarron holds up the bottle of Kanar and looks at the two Cardassians at the bar*
"Would you like another drink on the house?"
Mike catches the hint this time. "I can imagine."
A waitress comes to the table with a notepad. "Anything I can get you two?"
Mike looks up. "Oh, I'll just have a Guinness, thanks. Paris, how about you?"
"Afraid? You think I'm afraid? I served with the Klingons, remember? You can't serve with the Klingons and be afraid. We're going to settle this right now. Come with me."
(OFF: Continues in the Holosuites.)
*Jarron returned from behind the bar and places the drinks on the table*
"The plate with Haggis is coming up, I just looked it up in the database. I don't know every dish in the Galaxy
.
But tell me Martin, how did you end up here?"
*the Doors of the Celtic Corner open and a Cilvlan enters as he walkes toward the Computer as he dose groups of Crewman stands up at attention*
as you were Crewman
*then he comes around the corner and the Group sees a man who looks very tired and reconized as Captian Richard Ransom who used to be Fleet Admiral Richard Ransom*
Computer Ale
*the Glass apperes and Richard Sits at a table alone with most of the crew in the Bar looking at him lot of them who were vetrens of the Defence of Avalon station knowing who he is*
*Richard takes a sip*
*takes out a Padd and begins to read*
*a crewman walked over to Hodson*
Crewman:sir, is't that Captian Richard Ransom of Frontier Station
Commander Cook looked at Balkazar. "Eat.... my... Cat?" He gave the Colonel a look that have a slight eye twitch, that was before he sent a mental picture to the Cat, Captain Smith only sniffed and finished drinking the spilled drink before coming back, putting his face right into Balkazar's face, sniffing his breath. Whiskers pulled forward as he concentrated on the scent... but sending a picture of a happy cat to Cook. He then began to purr and rub against Cooks chin to try and calm him down.
**Activity seemed to have picked up over the last hour or so. The minautny of her reports was begining to get to her. She put down her padds, rubbed her eyes, and stretched. Then she noticed her glass was empty.**
~"I wonder if i should have another. I normally wouldn't drink two in one night, but what the hell. It can't hurt anything; it is only synthahol."~
"Barkeep, can i get a send one please."
Bartender- "Two in one night, Admiral?"
"Yes, it won't hurt anything. Oh; by the way. It's Julia when i'm in here. **She leans in and whisper so that only the bartender can hear** I get sick and tired of being called Admiral and being saluted everywhere i go."
Bartender- "Alrighty; Julia; here is your drink"
"Thanks again, i've got to get back to work. I'll take another break in a few."
**She takes a sip and then picks the padds back up and resumes work .**
"Hmmmmm, Good plan. Blowing bubbles, nah doesnt make it nice, just fun. Tho im not always fun all the time, im just a very optimistic Vulcan. I think I drive alot of the Vulcans up the wall on the Rivendell. I was actually in space and was transfered over to the Rivendell when we hooked up for a mission awhile ago, ever sense then I been with them, <smiles>. Hmmmmmmmm, Yes lets contact John something or another <Giggles> weird last name, "Something or another" <Giggles>.
<Continues to blow bubbles in her rootbeer and drinks it afterwards>
"What do you know of Archer?"
OOC: I did respond to you.. sorry when two people talk to me... or at least Cook, he has trouble listening to two people... he tries to give his full attention to the one talking thus he moves his head back and forth, back and forth.
Cook looked around confused and baffled. "So, you are here because you are worried about me? Why? I find it a little confusing about all this, I doubt that one man's memories of the Borg are of much concern." Cook was indeed a little baffled and worried at the same time.
OOC**It is indeed very hard to keep track of things between 2+ people talking
I got that down to an art ROFLMAO!
IC**
<Mindlink>
"Remember long ago when I mentioned I thought you were a telepath?"
Lurado took a drink of the Klingon coffee as it was served, and spoke up.
"So Cadet, how do you like the Delta Quadrant? Have you considered any future plans. Like working on the starbase here, or one of the ships in the fleet? We've got some good Captains out there".
*Sitting in the back listening to the stories being passed between the marines Jason took a sip of his beer as he notices, Admiral Yates coming in*
"Aye, Admiral. Why dontcha come and sit with us. We dont bite even tho theres rumors going around that we do. Why dont you come, sit and have a beer. That is if you care too."
"Hmmmmm, Ever thought about a nanite cat before?"
Sarpedon walks into the Celtic Corner, and as he doesn't recognise anyone there, decides to take a seat at the bar and order a beer.
I hope someone comes to talk to me here, or I may end up being bored enough to shut myself in my quarters. Or spend all my time looking at the Rivendell's engines he thought to himself
=^=Admiral Julian to the crew of the U.S.S Iroquois. Repairs of your ship have been completed are you are all requested to meet in the conference room on SS Avalon as soon as possible for your next mission breifing.. Julian out. =^=
((Im keeping it real. If you got no power then theres no life support. There for have fun suffocating
))
*Tyn sips the wine with a smile*
"I remember that year...things weren't as complicated in the mortal worlds then. It's good wine."
*laughs as Jarron opens the bottle and then takes the glass*
"I think I'll have to agree with that! Cheers, to both of us running this little place for as long as we can!"
"Kelli, I know you're afraid of getting hurt, but I won't hurt you. I never hurt you. I couldn't hurt you."
*Jarron nods to Enoch*
"Well I might do that yes, as business is slow at the moment"
*looks around and sees an empty Celtic Corner*
"I still want new decorations or artifacts that match the look of this bar. I'm sure you have something
. But by the way, have you guys already seen the new shop that opened a couple of weeks ago? When it opened there was nobody in the other shops, it seemed as they were giving it away.....the "Thong Shop" it's called. I think the name sais enough, huh
."
*Jarron smiles and then he stands up*
"But let me prepare that plate of Haggis, or else I'm talking during your whole dinner!"
*Jarron then quickly walks to the kitchen. He had already prepared some ingredients for the Haggis dish and they were now ready to be used. After 20 minutes, Jarron exits the kitchen and walks over to the table of Enoch and Martin. He places the plate infront of Martin and nods*
"I believe this is what you ordered
"
*Before Archer answered Kassie, he saw the marines entering and that was the first time he realized how big the Celtic Corner actually is, because there must be about 200 of them. He looked back to Kassie*
"I am truely in favour of promoting you, because I think you've done a great job. I have actually put a recommendation of promoting you in my latest status report on Avalon Station. But as Julian said, the High Command thinks you have to finish your training at the academy first, and if I just promote you just like that..."
*he snaps his fingers*
"...I don't think the High Command will appreciate it very much. But, as you know, I am the CO of the Academy, and I am sure we can arrange something. I will prepare a little test for you, at graduation level, and if you pass that test, you will graduate and I will be able to promote you to full ensign. If you are okay with that, we can make an appointment after we've done some resting."
*Valen comes rushing into Celtic corner wearing his Yellow Speedo/Tights Hybrid clothes and yells out "GANG WAY!!!!!!!", he goes and trips and tumbles threw celtic corner and unknown to him, he lands right in front of cook with his butt up in the air and at an odd angle*
"Ohhh that chair!! WHO MOVED IT!!!, darn chair. HEY!!! Mr billybob the wall, why didnt you tell me the chair had moved ?, im getting a crinkingly crank in my necky."
<The Wall stood silent as everyone stared at this odd human with his butt in the air>
"Hey, Dont I look like im speaking threw my BUTT!!!" The voice said as his head was hidden beneath his own body and his butt is stuck up in the air.
"Yeah, that's a good idea, but let's keep that for tomorrow. It's getting kinda late. Oh, and maybe we could go down to the planet's surface tomorrow? Then we can check out the area by shuttle."
OOC**I meant to say "Help, not him" heh.
IC**
<Takes another sip of her drink before entering Cooks mind>
*The feeling of calmness and warmth came from this person who started to enter cooks mind*
<In the Mindlink>
"You know me as Alexia. I came here alone in hopes to see you again. We are in the world of our minds, our minds are linked as one. This is almost the same world I was in when I was talking to Captain Smith. Your superiors dont know I have returned to the station. I have altered there minds to allow them to forget about ever seeing me. Just like when I leave here, they will not remember me entering the Tavern." Alexia said still standing there in her robes as she took off her hood in the mindlink world.
"Firstly Colonel that's Lieutenant Swift, not Ensign. Secondly lighten up, you'll live longer that way. And finally I would also take it as a personal kindness if you didn't eavesdrop on my conversations. Alright?" Swift asked cheerfully and with a small smile. "Oh and Keep up the good work, you're doing a great job setting a example for your men." He added with a subtle level of very much British sarcasm, then turned away from Colonel Balkazar and waited for Commander Lollock to reply to his earlier thoughts.
"Ill be right back. Time to get more drinks." he told his marines as he got up and went to the bar, and looked over to the woman who was near him and nodded.
Cook looked a little upset at hearing about the brig. "What did he do? What did the cat do to be in the brig?" HE was however happy to know that Captain Smith was with an someone that knew a little about animals.
"Starchaser? I am not sure, he kind of vanished right before I had to go down the the Dantor surface... but knowing him, he'll pop up at some strange moment, wearing who knows what!" Cook tried but couldn't help but have a grin spread on his face. "Anyway, I shall go and pick him up right now, thank you for your time sir." Cook then gave another salute, and left the Celtic Corner, his destination, the Brig.
Thirty minutes later Cook returns with a Simese cat, Chocolete seal point. He seemed to have in an argument with the cat, a one sided one. "Look, don't give me that look, I told you already that they might have eaten you down there, cat is... well, it is like your mice, they would have eaten you and I might not have been able to stop it." There was a loud angry growl. "Now don't tell me that tone of voice, it was your own fault that you were sent to the brig, come on, you were louder then some of the snorers in the Marine barracks on the station. he was looking out for your own well being."
All Cook got in response to that final comment was a yank on the leash and Cook being dragged to a spot in the middle of the Celtic Corner and the cat began to sniff a invisible spot in the carpet.
((Didn't feel like making a post in the brig, sorry))
OFF:Sry i forgot to switch characters that was supposed to be Rellek, obviously lol
"To be honest I don't know who you are or what you do or even why your hear. Perhaps you can fill me in."
"Tactical on Evolution sir. The reason why I didn't choose to be a diplomat or counselor is because I don't feel I'm experienced enough, and because I sometimes don't know the right thing to do or say."
Commander Cook blinked. "I do not know what you are talking about... still, I am sorry.... oh, why do people still try to get around the law? I think it is because they think they will be doing a service to their offspring or something, make them smarter is the main concern... but people have been refusing to do such things more and more." Cook was not totally sure about what he was being asked or what not... but he had taken a shot into the dark.
The Doctor teleported back to Celtic Corner, let's face it, he had no where else to go at the moment and he had a feeling things were going to get interesting.
Walking over to the bar, he seen some people he knew; Taurik, T'lana and the crewman he gave a tour of the TARDIS to, Givrillian Sarpedon.
The Doctor gave T'lana a hug and shook the hand of Taurik and Givrillian.
"How are we all?" The Doctor stated with a grin.
As soon as the lights went out, Taurik jumped to his feet and pulled his khala from his belt telekinetically, igniting it before it even reached his hand. He looked around cautiously, the blue glow from the blade making it possible to see.
Deciding there was no imminent threat, he almost sheathed his weapon, but opted to leave it activated in his hand, if for no other reason than to light his surroundings.
"I sense no attack," he said, slightly embarrassed that he had reacted so harshly. "But we must determine the cause of this power outage."
*Jarron smiles at Tyn while helping other customers*
"But tell me, you just came around to see this beautifull "Corner" and have a drink? Or are there other interests?"
"Ayala! Thank god!"
*hugs her strongly*
"It has been a while since I have seen you but I am so glad you are back. Please sit down and have a drink! We must celebrate your return!"
*Jarron turns around and grabs a bottle of champagne*
"This celebration is ...*Jarron tries to open the bottle*...or calls for a special drink"
*Jarron fills two glases and gives one to Ayala*
"Cheers, and let's make a toast, that you may stay here for as long as possible!"
"Will you stop it? I got over you, okay! I don't want to drag this back up!"
*Enoch drinks from his glass of Kilkenny.*
"And a fine salesman he will be at my store, too! Mr. Jarron, you should honour the store by a visit sometimes! Who knows, maybe you'll find something you never knew you wanted!"
"I understand commander, thank you. That will do." Kassie responded.
<Turns to see the marines enter and hearing the commanders speech>
"Gosh, never seen those people before. They look like Marines to me, but gosh. Didnt know there were so many." Kassie stated in awe.
"Admiral, what did that person's speech supposed to mean ?" Kassie Inquired.
"Braxton to John Something or another. Hahaha!"
*Continues laughing and smiling at Kassie, while sipping his rootbeer*
"Ah, yes, Archer... What to say. He seems to have a lot of experience. And I think he's a nice guy, though he can be quite sarcastic, I think. I have spoken to him only twice. Have you ever met him?"
*At that moment, he hears a lot of noise as some crazy guy comes storming into the Corner. He passes right past where Kassie and he were sitting, and Braxton jumps up from his chair*
"Wooow, take it easy."
*To Kassie...*
"Do you have any idea who THAT is? He's mad, he almost knocked me out of my chair!"
Cook cleared his throat and stood up agian. "I am doing fine... well, a little embarrest about how our doctor is acting.. SMITH stop that."
IT seemed that Captain Smith had attacked the tomato sauce nabkin and was trying to eat it now, or at least licking the sauce at the moment.
Cook was beginning to wonder why he brought the cat with him... it seemed to him like more trouble now then it was worth.
um hello did anyone hear me!!!!
Hal looked around, before thudding heavily into a dark corner and powering down for a reset and a charge cycle.
To be honest your geuss is as good as mine. So enough about me, you seem to display a lot of emotion for a Vulcan?
<Leads Yates to one of the empy chairs at the table>
"So Admiral. How goes things?. So what rumors have you heard about our presense lately on the Station?. We been getting alot of weird looks lately." Jason said as he went to sit down.
"Oh I see. Well no one ever really knows what to do until they have experienced something, but sometimes it comes natural to people to do things and handle a situation a certain way. Don't worry about not having enough experience Mark. The only way to gain experience is to go out and get it yourself and try new things. I am pretty sure you will make it through just fine. In the mean time I would like you to read up on a very dear friend of mine and one of the fleets oldest members. Commander Dean Starwind. He has experienced just about everything. Thats probly what made him such a great man. I will transfer his service record and biography to your personal log so that you may read up on him when you get the chance."
"Well, since I think I have celebrated enough, I'm heading to the holosuites," said Dolan to the people still at the bar.
*Dolan raises his voice so that most of the room could hear*
"Does anyone know if one of the holosuites are open?"
"Ahhh. Tell me, what is this cybernetic I read so much about?. To me it seems like its an organ built of millions of nanites to create something to replace a lost appendage. Is this true ?"
Nodding to his Captain, Sarpedon replied: "Yessir. It's so much more interesting than flying freight for my parents back in the Alpha Quadrant. And such a nice ship and crew too!"
As the Doctor reappeared, Sarpedon said grinning; "Hello again, Doctor. Couldn't stay away I see?"
Two blue hues could be seen in the darkness of the Celtic Corner as two people, Lieutenant Commander T'lana and Morgan Freeman materialized from the matter stream.
Activating the torch and using the Tricorder, T'lana glanced around the Celtic Corner.
"Is everyone alright, what is going on?"
*as Lilque took the double shot down with no thought to the idea that it was unlady like, she turned and saw the man again take a drink and then set the glass on the table. She crossed her leg over her other as to continue be a lady and looked at him until his attention was one with hers, at that moment she nodded her head at him in the suggestion to come sit next to him at the bar.*
*smiles and takes a sip of her Champagne*
"Well, things are better at home, and as far as strange things..well..just looking at my mother is strange enough..*laughs a little bit*..but nothing really out of the ordinary for my home"
*takes another sip*
"Its really good to be back here though...how was everything while I was gone?"
*Vorak raises an eyebrow.*
"Most unusual. It will not be easy to track a cloaked ship."
"Well, unfortunately, I'm not the only that's been disturbed by troubling times. I met an admiral on Vulcan, her mind was horribly affected by that attack on Starphoenix. I ran into her again weeks later, she seemed much more healthy in the mind, but still greatly troubled. The poor soul. Many good officers have been impaired or killed in the line of duty as of that attack. I lost a good friend. I'm sure you have suffered the same."
*Love stares blankly at the hand holding the Guinness, downing the remainder of her own drink, a hint of remorse in her visage.*
"You're right. I don't want to be your friend. Not just your friend, anyway. I want to pick up where we left off."
by the looks of things its to do with something the station and the planet are going to have a big thing to do with soon. *if that makes sense lol*
Kassie i cant really say too much but before i arrived back at the station to help move it, i was here helping against a riot and an invasion by romulans. Shortly after the marines got into the planets ship and went off on some mission. I'm guessing it didn't go to well.
*finishes his drink and passes the bottle to Archer*
You guys finish this for me. If you'll excuse me i must talk to their CO.
*Stands up and walks over to Balkazar*
Lt. Colonal glad to see you back mostly safe and sound. Im guessing the mission didn't go very well.
I'm sorry for your losses. *looks at what we would call younglings of battle*
These are hard times in the Delta quadrant, do not be scared for what you have seen will not be the end. but someday, most likely after my time has past, the Federation will spread across the Delta quardrant like it has elsewhere, and missions like this wont need to happen.
*turns to Balkazar*
I'm going to have to make your stay here short Colonal. Your marines are free to view the station, i suggest the more injured ones possibly stop by sickbay. Im going to need you and the senior officers of the marines for a meeting asap to discuss the arrival of the station and what this means for Dantor and the Marines.
I will be in the stations conference room, along with my XO at *computer time* =^=The time is 1400 hours=^= say 2000 hours.
now if you'll excuse me.
*walks over to archer and the crew*
Mr Archer sorry to make this short but i'm going to need you for a meeting with the Marine Senior officers at 2000 hours in the conference room. I will be there preparing.
*and with that Vice-Admiral Julian left for ops*
Cook couldn't help it, it was unprofessonal to do such a thing, but he couldn't keep it in, He began to laugh outloud at such antics... While at the same time trying to keep a professonal face. "Doctor, please, this is Avolon station... please stop this at once, you are a doctor in Starfleet command and such antics won't...." He could keep it anymore, he sank to the floor laughing.... Unfortantly, even though Cook tried to do his best to be professonaly, he was easy to get a smile from.
Captain Smith only gets up and begins to sniff the table before looking at Kassie, he was keeping completely still now.
<Takes another sip of her drink>
"I see, you realize we have met before. Several months ago?. Yes Captain smith is talking to me and I to him. Actually, we have been talking alot about you. Hes concerned about your well being, and hes also concerned that your nightmares will take control of you. He wants you to get help and I can help you."
"Not sure, Eastwood. But you are a lil drunk. Try the Andorian ale." he said turning his attention to Cook.
"Yes, your cat. I think Corporal Bennings had your cat in the brig. Hes the sort that likes animals so the cat should be alive still. You can collect him at any time you wish. Its good to see you again tho Mr Cook. Ummm where is your friend ? Starchaser I believe his name is?" he said towards Cook.
*walks in and see Kassie and the Vice-Admiral talking. She walks over and says hello to the two*
Hello Sir, hello Kassie, mind if i sit here?
<Simon was sitting in the corner witnessing the heated arguement and decided to intervene before things got out of hand, so he casually walks up to the bar and orders another water>
"Alright, Lt. you get back to your own business and keep that arrogance of yours in check. Col, you go back to your marines and try to stay away from Swift." Simon said before turning on the unfortunate Lt.
"You keep your mouth shut!, Lt. Col. Balkazar didnt deserve any of that lip you gave him. So you keep that arrogance of yours in check, GOT IT!. You have no idea of the person you just openly disrespected in front of all the navy here. You just reinforced the tensions between marines and navy. Good going, you better start acting like a Lt. instead of running around like you own the place. Do I make myself clear!" Simon whispered angrily at Swift after Balkazar had left.
Mark nodded, "Thank you Admiral, I'm sure this will give me more infomation on what I might choose to do in the future." He looked into his hands, than back up at the Admiral, "Admiral, lately I have been trying this new brevage called 'Coffee' which I started to drink when I started in the acadamy, it's said to be orginated from Earth,"
**Lollock laughs along with them and then steps toward commander Cook**
So commander, are you looking forward to your new assignment as my XO?
Cook blinked. "That is from breeding, this is messing with the genes itself before birth or after birth... whereas the Fox Hound took millions of years of evolution... I do not mean by breeding, but by using artificial means to reach an end product... you are talking about animals right? As I said before the Fox Hound, the German Shepperd... A Siamese... they all took millions of years to reach where they are today... it is something called natural Evolution... that cannot be stopped and if it did, the entire species would collapse in on itself."
The hug from the Doctor took T'lana by surprise, but she reciprocated the sentiment regardless.
"It is agreeable to see you again Doctor."
"Thank you, Miss?" was all he said as he looked back at his men, who werent drinking but instead looking at their commanding officer waiting to see what this woman will do. Then they started to take bets on what she would do.
Karelia accepted the PADD from the captain and listened to his verbal report, his interest piquing at the words "Heraan" and "Omega molecule".
"Thank you, captain," he said. "I'm sorry to hear of the loss of the Lothlorien, but it seems the crew survived mostly. We'll hold a ceremony for those that were lost, and I'll talk to Starfleet Command back in San Francisco and see what we can do for you in regards to your assignments, and I'll be sure to let you know what they say. Until then, captain, take some time off. I'm sure you could use it."
Will turned to see Julia sitting at the table behind him. "Ahh, it's good to see a friendly face," he said with a smile, sitting down at the opposite end of the table. "Work tends to follow me everywhere."
"Indeed

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*Jarron takes another sip of his champagne*
"So, how was everything back home? Saw any strange things?"
*Jasad moves closer to Vorak and Kha'Var.*
"Wherever they are, they are there together... Your son, as well as this Enoch, and Zayan. There is always a possibility that they went to Vontak Nor, so what about going there first?"
"I wish I could say I had. Unfortunately, I don't go a single day where I don't think of the future of the Federation, of the entire quadrant."
"Bryan, I know you better than that. If you really wanted to stay friends, you would have tried harder. We've been on the same ship for a year and a half, yet I've seen you maybe once or twice, outside staff briefings."
OOC**HAHA, Dont worry about it, LOL. I do that too sometimes
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IC**
"My mother was human, my father vulcan. Mother died along time ago, so its been just me and my father, then when I was old enough and served aboard the Evolution and the Rivendell for awhile. I went to the Academy somewhat, it was more like a field test, then a field commission to Lt. Im just starting my career. The reason I show more emotions then a typical Vulcan is because I chose to accept my emotions instead of supress them like most vulcans do. I preffer to be ready for anything, im smart too, I can get into any computer thats required. Im skills with computers and skills with most types of weapons known to the Federation. I been in the Holodeck alot training. Im just begining my Career so I dont know where it will lead me, but I do know that I will most likely get into trouble alot while doing the right thing, so if im going to be demoted I mind as well make sure its for the right reasons rather then the wrong." she said as she took a sip of water to refresh her body from working the long hours of the day.
OOC**Alright Gnight
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"See you there Admiral."
<Turning to his younger marines>
"I agree with what he said to an extent, but remember to also live your lives as you see fit not by how we taught you to live your lives. We trained you for battle and for life. But remember always to stick to your morals and never let your morals or your belief's be corrupted."
"Now, I get to go and do the stressful part of this job. Stay here and drink and go see to your friends in sickbay. Dutton, Eastwood, Jellico, Raynor. Your with me. Lets go and see what this is all about. Also take your time here on the station, relax and enjoy what the station has to offer and thats an order."
*With that said Balkazar and his staff leaves the Celtic corner not wanting to waste time heads directly for the conference room*
<Turning to face Cook>
"Oh hi, im prov. Ensign Kassie and this is Cadet Braxton. I see your friend is a lil insane. But I think hes harmless I hope. How are you doing today Cmdr?"
<Turns her attention to Braxton>
"Yeah, I think we will need an experienced engineer to pull off a power station inside the planet sorta deal. Maybe we should ask Archer what he thinks of the plan ?"
<Pets Captain smith if the cat allows her too>
Cook nodded his head at Trian. "I will, no worries, good luck on going up in the ranks." Cook then turned around to face the person but he couldn't place the face at the moment.
"You can help me?" Cook asked in confusion, he then looked at Captain Smith. "I appreciate your concern, but I can do well on my own." His voice had a soft tone to it, he was touched by the concern felt from Captain Smith.
He then turned to look at th person. "Who are you?" he was ignoring the par of He wants you to get him... that part confused his mind a little but t the moment nothing else seemed to matter but trying to figure out who this person was.
"sorry sir ill stop drinking, but you cant help but to think where would i be if i had of been hit, but oh well such is war, on another note sir when am i going to get reconized for getting hit way back when"
"Oh yes. Coffee."
*...Yates giggled at Mark saying 'new' beverage...
"Its in fact a very old beverage. It can be dated back in the 19th century perhaps even earlier. It is a little too pland for me I would prefer tea. Coffee is something for a more immediat boost of energy to wake your self up in the morning. Tea, however, could be used just about anytime in the day. It gives you energy and it tastes good."
*...Yates smiles...*
"If you want me to start calling you a Lt. ENSIGN!, Start acting like a Lt. and not an Ensign, Ensign. Also I suggest you keep your attitude in check. Also, you just proved how stuck up you navy boys are. You did that all on your own and you just proved to the marine corp that you are indeed stuck up. My men have there own thoughts and there own opinions, I dont need to set an example for my men because they know me and you dont. So I suggest you keep your sorry excuse for a navy brat attitude to yourself or youll have a phaser rifles shoved right up your arse. Do you get me!!, ENSIGN!. I am your superior, Ensign and you better learn respect to those in authority regardless if there marine or navy. You show respect!. Do you understand, ENSIGN!" Balkazar stated sounding like a normal superior officer.
<ALF quickly puts the Cat down on the table, then using Cooks knee as support climbs up onto the table, then backs up for a running start. He ran towards the end of the table, he jumped into the air and contacted with Lollock, clinging to her neck and gave her a kiss not before saying 'MOMMA?'. He started to laugh as he slid to the floor, then ran over to where Swift was to finish there conversation>
"No no no no no no no, I mean. People, they use people to breed superhumans and yet its banned but still there are few who still do it. Why?"
"You to T'lana." stated the Doctor.
The Doctor looked at Givrillian next and laughed, "No I guess not, I could say it is the company and then I could say I had nothing better to do, unfortunately both is true." He smiled.
~Overhears the man say he is getting more drinks~
Before he could order any drinks she looks at the bartender and says, " Give those Marines over there anything they want and put it on my tab. Thanks Hun!" Turns to the man and says " well, since your men are taken care of why not sit down and have a drink with me dear sir?"
*Looks at him with questioning eyes and smiles*
Cloud walks in studying his PADD. He gets a drink from the barkeep and finds a table. Sitting down, he continues to consult his PADD, paying no attention to anyone else.
Mumbling, "Hmmm, interesting..."
He takes sips of his drink as he continues what he's doing.
*gets a little bit startled and then relaxes*
"well yanno, being stuck in the dark with you might not be that bad"
*laughs and sticks out her tongue*
"With the way things ended? You went off to fight with the Klingons, I stayed on the Centaur. Just because we couldn't stay together doesn't mean we can't stay friends."
thanks archer
*pours archer a glass of bourbon and offers it to him*
hmm well if your station xo, unless i can find someone else do ya wanna be my xo of the starfleet contingant on dantor?
*Takes the glass from Julian and drinks about half the glass at once*
"This is good stuff. And of course I would like to be your XO on Dantor. Now that the station is in orbit of Dantor, it is very easy to combine the two positions."
<After Valen got a smile out of cook he resorted to pressing the button again and changes into a clown suit and rushes over to do some clownish acts with throwing glasses up in the air and catching them>
well if the unity is decomed theno gess ill go for the usss manhatin or maby the windser. cook are you ok! said trian relizing he was being ignored and cook dident look so well (and by the way im a trill).
"OK, let's go."
Cook blinked, "No, I am saying that Captain Smith gives people a hard time it seems... at least being talkative or something... sorry if I wasn't understandable, my ears are ringing a little." Cook only laughed but was nervous. "Uh... you didn't mind me interupting your talk with the cadet or one of your men?" He seemd a little agitated at the prospect of interupting important buisness.
"So what are you doing back here then?, if you dont mind me asking, Ma'am."
Mark smiles, "Yea, I might need to touch up on my accient Earth history, I'm more focused on how to use a tricorder,"
"No offense captain but you disliked me from the day I walked in to the academy, so you are hardly unbiased when it comes to any sort of analysis of my actions. I was nothing but pleasant to the colonel, though for some reason he decided to try and have a go at me for my personal opinions that in no way effected him. Opinions that mirror a Klingon way of thinking rather then a human way of thinking. I did find the Colonel's lack of respect for a different culture a little offensive, but I ignored it as I am sure he meant no offense. I'm sure he is tolerant of all cultures and ways of thinking, including Norse principles and philosophy, something I follow quite closely, that echoes certain facets of Klingon culture.
"What's more why should I respect him? I'm not saying I don't, but hypothetically why should I when he chooses not to respect me and not call me by my official rank? Respect has to be earned captain, it isn't just expected of people. I have nothing against marines. Most marines are good guys, they can joke around and have a laugh. They are the backbone of our military. If I was, in theory, insulting a person, I would not be undermining the organisation that person is is just a single person in that organisation." Swift told the captain.
"Further more I was nothing more the pleasant to the good colonel. All I did was correct him about my rank, suggest he might wish to lower his stress levels as stress can raise blood pressure to dangerously high levels, and I complimented him on the example he was setting for his marines. Nothing but pleasant. Certainly nothing that could be used in a hypothetical disciplinary hearing. No captain if you don't mind I would like to get back to thew conversation I was trying to start with my commanding officer. She more then earned my respect on our last mission."
Commander Cook looked at Alf... "The Captain is safe and sound, he has nothing wrong with him... but I will keep it safe, I never know when he might drink some leaked coolant from the ship or something." He then blinked at this.
"Super Human? Well... a myth of old had a man of steel called Super Man, he came from another...." he stopped cold. "The Eugenics wars..." he was horrified that he had read about that. "What ever ideas you have about them... stop them, they are illegal in the Federation to genetically enhance sentient or non sentient beings... they were power hungry, and ended up fighting one another for control of the earth. It was brutal, they thought and in some ways were superior to us... and so, we fought a war... and were able to demolish them... the worst of them was a man named Khan. I don't need to tell you about him, you most likely read about him... or saw his name." He looked pale and horrified, he prayed that the little guy in front of him didn't think of starting his own research into that.
Taurik entered the Celtic Corner and saw his target. His new helmsman was sitting alone at a table at the back of the bar. He straightened his uniform and walked over to him.
"Mr. Sarpedon," he said, taking the liberty of sitting down. "I hope your time aboard the Rivendell has been enlightening so far?"
"I am glad to see that you are settling in well. You have performed exemplarily, especially for being such a recent addition to the crew."
<After 30 minutes the first wave of marines comes into the Bar and went to the corner as several recruits were sent to get them their drinks. Each one in a fresh marine uniform with hand phasers attached to their belts. They were laughing uproariously and remembering the fallen>
"Nothing much, we've just had an escaped creature, annoying kids, a violent Klingon mother and now it seems *Jarron pauses* that everyone has left our Corner...."
*Jarron looks around and sees noone sitting at tables or at the bar.*
"What has happend? There's not even a single person in the other shops...."
*Jarron walks to the door and tries to open it. He tries and tries but the door seems closed*
"What the ####? We are locked in our own place!"
*Jarron quickly runs to one of the consoles and tries to acces the stations infonet.*
"Here....a message from a starfleet officer. He asks us to leave the promonade and head for a safer place on Station Avalon. They are preparing to shut down non-essential systems on these decks because of a Loxian threat which can lead to an assault on this station...."this is really ridiculous!*Jarron replied*"
"Luckily our place has it's own energy-net and generator, or we would have been stuck in the dark...."
"You know why. I don't think I could work well around you, with the way things ended."
*Looking exhausted, Archer also entered the Celtic Corner. When he saw the other officers involved in moving the station, he walked towards them and took a seat.*
"Julian, congratulations on your renewed CO-ship of the station! That means I will be serving under you again, as your XO. What do you have there?"
*pointing towards the bottle. Awaiting the answer, he turns to the ensign and commander*
"Congratulations to you as well, for doing such a great job on that mission. By the way, where is Mann?"
yes however there is much to be done on dantor, currently the marines have control of the planet, and most of them are on a mission on the planets ship, so i'de rather wait til they have returned before i get down there, because their CO is with them
*Braxton stands up when Valen starts juggling with the glasses*
"Oy, wait, I can do that as well! But then with bottles!"
*He picks up the empty rootbeer bottles from the table and walks to Valen. He starts juggling with the bottles.*
"All right, now let's do a duet!"
ive got to report to duty on the evalution keep in touch
OOC: Continue in the Holodeck Engineering thread in DSA
"You saying I give you a hard time? or Captain smith gives you a hard time?"
In the academy i planned on going into science. But after graduation i was sent to the expansion project where i got a crash course in operations, because thats what they needed at the time. However the majority of my career has been spent in command. I geuss i can do it all. **she chuckles**
"Oh yes certainly do so. History is very important. With out any knowledge of our past then civilization itself would probably not be the way it is today. If we were to just disregard what has happened in the past and ignored history all together then we would be in chaos. There would still be a divided earth with but one purpose for each territory and that is to eliminate all the others, our lives would still be ruled by lust, greed, envy, pride, gluttony, sloth, and wraith. Without a past we have no future."
"Hmmmmmm, then why in certain species your race has altered other races to have heightened intelligence or strength, even hearing and sight. That is a controlled method of this Eugenics isnt it? yet its banned but still there are some people who remain who has this benefit. Why keep them around if there outlawed?" ALF asked questioningly.
The Doctor ordered a beer and some chips and gravy and sat at the bar eating his fries and sipping the beer.
"Oh Taurik, while you are here ol' chap, I have a present for you in the form of a Battle Cruiser it's in the transdimensional hangar of my ship.
It's name is the RADIANT THUNDER and is a gift from the High Council for Expansion Fleet's service to Gallifrey.
The RADIANT THUNDER is a White Star Class attack cruiser and has the same technology as all of our other vessels, including a Vortex Drive. You'll love it, I know Givrillian does *laughs* and is not transdimensional in design, it is spacetime like all of your own vessels, therefore no one get lost.
The weaponry is interchangeable, though it does come standard with Staser Canons and Chronoton-Artron Torpedoes."
The Doctor finally took a breathe after his dialog and finished his chips and beer, ordering another beer.
"The RADIANT THUNDER will come in handy Taurik and you know what for, of course it is Expansion Fleet's regardless."
The Doctor looks at Givrillian and winks.
*Dolan watched Captain Rajnus scold both Lieutenant Swift and Colonel Balkazar about their arguement, impressed by how fast he defused the situation, but doesn't feel Swift and Balkazar will be getting off each other's nerves any time soon*
"I'll be heading off to the Holosuites now, I'll be there looking for an open holosuite if anyone needs me."
*Dolan then leaves the Celtic Corner for the holosuites, hoping to find one open to try out a new holoprogram a good friend designed. Dolan was told it was an alternate history and was excited to see what it was about*
T'lana walked in to the Celtic Corner, noticing that Captain Taurik was here, *Interesting* she thought to herself.
Although T'lana had never been to the Celtic Corner, it seemed familiar in it's setting and ambiance.
T'lana walked up to the bar and ordered a Vulcan Brandy,
"Na'Shaya Captain." She stated, sitting down at the Bar.
**Admiral Rellek walks in and scopes out the room before taking her seat at the bar. She realized that nothing special was going on tonight but it was better than spending another night in her quarters reviewing reports**
She thinks to herself. ~"Well, i'd rather review reports here than by myself."~
"Barkeep, i'll have a Sumarian Sunset"
**A couple of minutes later she recieves her drink and takes a sip. As she begins reviewing status reports fromseveral officer.**
"Annoying? I think you've got the wrong words silly"
*pokes Jarron's nose*
"You're never annoying!"
"What... what do you mean? You're avoiding me? Why?"
"Excuse me, Archer. I may be to straight forward, but would it be possible with your permission to promote me to the rank of full ensign sense I have gotten training on the Rivendell as well as here, not to mention on the Evolution ?. Ill understand if its not possible. But I honestly find it useless to train in an academy when you can get hands on training, Sir."
"I think we should take a security detachment with us because im not sure how secure the area is, I heard there was a riot down there almost 2 months ago, there could still be some unrest. We should also notify the Marine battalion ahead of time before departure."
<Mindlink>
"Hello captain smith. I was just revealing to Cook where he really came from. Like I alredy told you.
Your mother came from a world called Chronos several decades ago. When we were exploring the galaxy and our race was in its prime, your mothers ship was a scout ship. She flew this far into the galaxy and we lost all contact with her. We didnt know what really happened to her till I saw you. Now I know.
Chronos was destroyed in a civil war and as a last hope we launched the Alexander with what was left of our grand military. Our only hope was for the Alexander to find a home and they did here. Then they were forced to move on. We have culture and technology. However our gifts are inborn no science or technology. Some would call us conquerors for this, my father underestimated the patience of these people that your part of.
Your mother also was part of my grandfathers elite guard. She held the utmost respects in our ranks. When she was lost, her memory would live on in all of us. Im happy your mother has lived. She has the power to alter minds as well. Tho shes still young to you and growing old and live longer then most races, she has altered your minds to ensure her secret remains hidden. Shes done quite well in raising you tho. Very well indeed."
"Thats not what captain smith tells me. According to him you have re-occuring nightmares in your sleep and wakes him up."
Cook only looked at the Colonel, "That was what the guard on duty said as well..." He looked down at Captain Smith. "I never did figure out why you give people such a hard time, I mean, you never gave me that hard of a time." Cook only shook his head and sat down at an empty table, he was hoping that the Admiral didn't notice his sudden dissapearance or something.
"When do you expect to hear back about your position?" she asked as she went to serve some of the Cadets who came bye for a quick drink to knock off the edge.
"I remember a quote, 'Those who forget history is due to repeat themselves,'" he said, smilling at they're conversation. He never expected himselve to be seated with a Admiral and speaking casually.
"You dont know when to shut up do you?. Hypothetical, the Col. has earned the respect of everyone on this station and thensome. YOU! are the problem. You dont know when to be quiet. You were insisting on a confrontation with him and now your doing it with me. It wont work, Lt. Because I am your superior officer, you continue to open your trap and ill have you thrown in the brig for insubordination. Is that clear!" Simon stated in a irritable tone.
"On the subject of you being a Lt. that means squat!. That just means that some superior thought you should raise in rank thats it!. That rank pip means you have to lead by example. Your not doing that which will lead to many problems. Respect is earned, you dont get respect just because you gained a rank. Only time you EVER!! expect respect is when your a Captain and above. God forbid you ever reach the rank of Captain because right now, you dont deserve anything. Especially that rank increase." Simon scolded the unfortunate lt.
Commander Cook nodded his head. "I know that... but there is a difference between seeing and knowing... and the laws are clear. I know you are advance... but I cannot risk it. I have a Cat to look after, and I do not think any others could keep as good care of him as I do." He was confused... and rather scared about this... he knew the Prime Directive... and he knew Alf had seen the stuff in action, but he was not space faring... and they were clear about that... but he was drawing a blank on what about races that do not wish to leave their planet but had advanced technology... he was trying to remember that part.
The Doctor looked troubled,
"No, no, *Smiles* not that type of wish, I'm not a Djinni. I know that humans have finally evolved beyond their extreme selfishness, of that I am proud.
Think of it more as a gift, or an exchange of ideals and culture. Not because you sat down to talk with me, but to show trust, perhaps a tour of my ship."
"Thank you, Doctor. I will be sure to inform Starfleet of the Council's sentiment. I shall have the Radiant Thunder transferred to Starbase Avalon immediately for inspection and assignment."
(OFF: I assume it is small enough to fit into a shuttlebay?)
<Leaning back near a corner table listening to the pranks that their now dead friends have done and laughed over it. Balkazar noticed a woman come into the bar and he just sat their staring at her for a moment then returned his attention to the marines>
"Go talk to her." said a voice telepathically to Balkazar.
"Oh shut up, you dont know what your talking about." Balkazar told his symbiote telepathically.
"Oh really, I dont? ive been around for centuries and you think I dont know when a species is roused a little bit?" said the voice telepathically to Balkazar.
"Shhh." was all Balkazar telepathically said to his symbiote as he took a big swig of his drink and laughed a little bit as he watched several more marines come in and join them.
*Jarron smiles*
"You think? Well I'm not sure...I can be pretty annoying in the dark."
"Yeah, I know. To tell you the truth, I'm not sure isolation's such a bad thing."
*Balkazar entered Celtic corner followed by 200 marines with wounds still from there failed mission on the heraani station*
"Bartender drinks for every marine here."
*When the drinks were passed around Balkazar went to stand by the table the table he would sit at, but before he sat he made a speech to his men*
"Remember the fight on the heraani station may have been a failure and a lost cause, but its never a lost cause when fighting for whats right and true. We fight for justice, NOW!! let us drink to honor the dead and what they died for, we drink to remember the dead of past ages and we drink to all those who have fallen in the fight against the heraani. We drink today because it may be our last because the fight against the heraani will not end till they are all dead and its our job to safeguard the helpless and the defenseless at the cost of our own lives if god so chooses to take us. But lets drink to remember the dead of the past and all those who have died for if we fail against the Heraani incursion there deaths will be for nothing, and there deaths would be invein."
"Let us have a moment of silence and live our lives well for thats what our brothers would have wanted us to do, not to think about there deaths but to learn from them. Some very dear marines have fallen for what they believed in because thats our job as marines. Now let us bow our heads in a moment of silence for the dead." Balkazar said inspiring his men while thinking of all those marines who have died on that station.
*Balkazar and his men then bowed all there heads for a minute, after the they finished Balkazar took his drink and sat down next to a few of the younger recruits who saw there first action on that station*
*Noticing Admiral Julian looking over at them, Balkazar ignored him and sat around talking with his younger marines about life, and anything else the conversation lead too*
"Certainly we should. So, I think we will continue our work tomorrow. Shall we stick around here for a little while longer, have another rootbeer?"
Cook looked shocked and sputtered. "But Captain Smith is... well, he is dead... not dead, he is right here... but..." Cook was trying hard to think this out, this was a bomb shell, he was talking to some kind of telepath that was have a conversastion with his Cat. He shook his head.
"So what if I have some nightmares... I am in limbo, Frontier is almost a ghost station now, almost anyone from Frontier are seemingly having a small break here on Avolan, Captain Randsome has retired and dissapeared. So yes, I am unsure of my future. But it will go away in about a weeks time when I get settled down agian." Cook was saying this to try and convince himself as well as the person he was talking to.
Captain Smith only twitched his tail in annoyance. He was now staring at Cook, right between the eyes. Cook didn't really want to be here at the moment, his mind wondered to the past and a peaceful night in the Atlantic. Suddenly he blinked and for a second he thought he thought he could smell salt air. He bliniked and he was still in the Celtic Corner.
"You know what... I think I need to find a Counsiler... maybe I am having a relasps." Cook muttered this to himself, not knowing that he said it loud enough for the person next to him to hear.
<Mindlink>
"Tell? No, you are not disrupting peace, you bring no threat, you show no hostilities, besides, I and indeed curious bout my mothers race... she was always vauge about where she came from, only that her planet was destroyed, naturally after hearing about the El Aurians... I assumed that she was like them... fleeing from the Borg having lost their homeworld to them. But yes, I do wish to know about my people."
Captain Smith at this moment decieded to join in, after all, the more secret a conversastion, more chances a cat will come to listen. Cook only laughed. "Only fair that you get to hear on this, after all, you might need to know this as well, and I don't feel ready to talk inside another's mind. Yet." Cook showed that he was indeed thinking about one mind to entered, he got a hiss and an arched back to this.
"Not yet Captain Smith, not yet, I wouldn't that without your permission."
"He was put in the brig because the base was under lockdown because of an impending attack. Not to mention he was keeping some of my men up at night."
Oficially, i'm observing the Expansion Project and then preparing a report for Starfleet Command. Unofficially, i'm holding out for an opening for a Vice Admiral so i can return to my roots which will always be in the delta quadrant.
"It's a good quote."
*...Yates smiled and then had a sudden remembrance about his duties...*
"Well I must be going now. I have to inspect a ship to see if it can be recommissioned or not."
*...He stood up and walked a few steps and turned back to Mark...*
"Would you like to accompany me, ensign?"
Alright gentlemen, we're here to celebrate a glorious victory and honored our dead.
(OFF: Sry i didnt post recently, i was taking care of graduation stuff.
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"Hmmmmm, here. Inject your cat with these nanites. They should counteract any side effects of what he drinks." ALF said pulling out a vial and handing it to Cook.
"Say, I have read threw your databanks a little. Im wondering what this Super human. I dont understand this concept?"
Sarpedon nodded; "OK, I'd like that. I always wanted to know what a Gallifreyan ship looked like on the inside."
The Doctor smiled, "You'll have a devil of a time trying to fit it in a shuttle bay old chap, it's a Battle Cruiser, it's in my vessels Hangar which exists in another dimension."
The Doctor manipulated his Statenheim, bringing the Radiant Thunder out of Hyperbolic Stasis and teleporting it into open space next to the TARDIS.
The Doctor then teleported Taurik, T'lana and Givrillian onto the Radiant Thunder, which was designed much in the same way the TARDIS was, just not transdimensional.
The Doctor had teleported them onto the Radiant Thunder's Command and Control, which had several station with with LCARS controls, instead of the usual crystalline controls.
In fact all the controls throughout the entire ship was designed using LCARS, but all other systems on board the Radiant Thunder were strictly Gallifreyan.
"Well, what do you think my friends?"
*Lilque walks into the Celtic Corner and sees all the young marines in their nice crisp uniforms and shakes her head and smiles.*
" I remember how is was to be fresh to a big Station like this, and i was that way too.." She said with a sigh.
~What I wouldn't give for a real man! For the attention of a Starfleet officer!" She wondered to herself as she walked to the bar.~
* She waived at the bartender with a tender smile*
"could I get a doulble shot of Jack Daniels? That would make my day! "
* Lilque sits down at the bar as she looks over at a Marine that sits on the other side of the bar*
*Kassie enters the Celtic corner and goes to sit at the bar and orders a Rootbeer*
*The waiter brought the rootbeer over and Kassie took a drink and sighs with enjoyment of her beverage*
Smiling at his love he sits on the opposite side from his son to nuzzle her a bit as he begins talking "Good, good. I was just going through some of the, uh, exersises that you taught me a while back. I think I'm starting to get a real handle on the changes."
Sitting back, he leans towards the waitress and orders a plate of fresh Ghak, and two Jumbja sticks. When they arrive he hands one to Akia, and offers the other to Alexia.
Hal waved a little roughly, but it was due to his attempts to replicate human actions. He didn't know what he needed, other than someone to talk to.
Will chuckled. "Busy, that's for sure. Avalon's a big place, I'm still finding myself lost here."
He pulled four strips of latinum from his pocket, and laid them on the table. "Bartender, another round of drinks, on me!"
Will turned back to his friend. "So, how are things on the Iroquois? I'll make sure the dockworkers give her hull an extra shine."
Something bumped into Kassie's chair, and toppled another one. A small computer, like those from the 20th century, had come speeding in. It tried to back up, wheels underneath screaming powerfully, but it couldn't push the chair backwards. "Um, could you please help me, miss?" Hal inquired, resolutely letting the lady help if she could. There was an awful lot of dirt on the cover and he looked a mess, but Hal had managed to create a scene all on his own.
<Smiling brightly at Akia, she patted the seat next to her as her son came running up and sat in the chair, she hugged him tightly like she hasnt seen him in forever>
<Mind mergence>
"Now Akia, you know you shouldnt use your powers in public. These people dont know who we really are. They may act out in fear for what your grandfather did to them. We need to set an example. You can start setting such an example of our good nature by not using your powers in public. Tho we have our powers, theres good times to use them, and theres bad times to use them. If we use our powers at a wrong time we may be in a world of trouble. You know this. Your father and I both told you the same thing on many occassions. Understand me!" she mentally reprimanded her son.
"But mom." Akia protested.
"No but's you should know better." she told her son.
"So Brish. How have you been?" she said smiling at her husband.
"Everything seems to be going good, the ALF species seems to be flourishing and I think a few of them joined Starfleet. I heard that ALF's son would be joining our ranks soon. He seems to be following in his fathers foot steps as a roboticist." she said cleaning a glass before putting it back into the recycler.
Just one or two Will.
**She couldn't help but to embrace him**
Great, how have you been Will?
*A robed figure with a mystic aura, comes into the bar and sits at a corner table, the waiter comes up and gives her a drink*
*The figure looked in Cooks direction*
Hanging his head in defeat, as he knew, like no one else, that you couldn't argue with his wife. "Salad... " he begins as he grasps the Terran's ranch style dressing and puts some on the green leafy concoction in front of him "... is just as healthy as Ghak."
Stuffing a mouthful of salad into his mouth, he continues "And it hads aww da sane cawowic..." he begins realizing what he's doing he swallows his food "And it has all the same caloric and nutritional value of that food, and Ghak tastes better, especially with some Vulcan spices, and Terran style steak..."
Sighing, Rylaan remembers eating his last steak. It was shortly before he found out his love was pregnant with his child. Before the marraige, and before... well... before everything started to change in his life.
FLASHBACK
The Unity had been drydocked for days, and boredom was catching up to Rylaan. He and Alexia were spending time together true, but he was suffering from major cabin fever, and he could swear he heard voices just before he fell asleep and in those moments when conciousness waned form him.
He hadn't told Alexia, didn't want to worry her with his cabin fever as she seemed quite content to practice her arts, and her mind.
The day she told him was the happiest and most frightening day of his life, she had made him his favorite dish, Terran steak, Vulcan potatoes and a fresh side of Tularian Ice Cream. She brought out a bottle of Romulan ale that had been sitting in some stuffy corner of the galaxy since before the Federation existed and then, after he had eaten, dropped the bombshell on him.
He instantly asked to marry her. Though he was told it was a unusual terran custom, Rylaan felt that for the betterment of all he should do this, and he loved her with all his heart to begin with.
END FLASHBACK
"Here you go, 1 cardassian ale." she handed Valory her drink.
"So how are you liking Avalon station Valory? you been posted somewhere yet?"
OOC: Get your butt on AIM Julia
<After he had gotten his paper work done, he and some marines decided to go to Celtic corner>
<Balkazar walked into the bar with almost 20 other marines who were part of the Lothlorien marine corp, the marines went to a table and Balkazar walked up next to Voyager and ordered there drinks>
<Noticing Voyager as if for the first time he turned his head and nodded to him>
"Ensign, I hope everything is going well for you?" Balkazar stated.
Will walked into the bar, only to hear Colonel Balkazar. "I'm full well she's a Klingon, Lieutenant. I'm more worried about the damage she can cause to the station and that's my priority at the moment."
Will stepped up to the marine from behind, and clapped him on the shoulder. "Well, I'm sure Commander Lollock can refrain from smashing too many tables, Colonel." He smiled at the commander. "How are you, Tara?"
*Enoch enters Celtic Corner, and sits down at the bar.*
"For me a pint o' Kilkenny, please."
Cook at first misunderstood the question, "No, I am a commander, not a captain.... oh, you mean the cat."
Cook then blinked, "Frankly I still an not sure, but from what I have been able to understand, it is now just some kind of title, but when he was being cared for by a real captain, he was given this rank to allow the cat to stay in the cabin or with the captain incase they had to talk to the captain alone or something, I believe it also involved an argument with an Admiral that was by the book no ifs ands or buts." Cook was showing that he indeed didn't really know the history of Captain Smith, he had never wondering about it. So Cook was stating what he had heard at the Medical Ward back on earth while he recovered from his own experiances with Wolf 359.
Captain Smith was enjoying being talked about, so he purred and jumped from his lap, he was sitting down, and walked over to Enoch and began to rub agianst his leg, something some most cats do.
"You still eat that Ghak stuff. Why cant you eat more healthy?. Our son doesnt need to be eating live food, specially Ghak. He will imprint your eating habits into him and he will think its the right thing to do. Your supposed to be a role model here." she protested to Brish as she took the Jumbja stick and began to eat it.
"Waiter, take this Ghak back and bring him fresh salad." she told the waiter.
<The waiter left with the Ghak and brought back salad for Brish>
"Now you eat that." she told her husband with Akia giggling nearby.
"Daddy eat your savad." Akia said between fits of giggling.
So......what do u think of SS Avalon?
*Dolan arrives at the Celtic Corner, takes a seat at the bar, and waits for Captain Titan, Lieutenant J.G. Swift, and the other men at the conference room to arrive*
Commander Cook was facing towards the bar and he had tunned out what Wallace had said because of who he was seeing now. His hold on Captain Smith slackened and next thing he knew the cat was lose and raced away... only to soon be sniffing Captain Moriarty's boots... giving a back of the throat meow as he would do when investigating new sights or smells.
Cook was just blinking... "Captain?" He whispered... shock showing plainly on his face.
=/\=ftima for dr.Nickerson=/\= Dr. Nickerson there is an emergency in sickbay, please come over here as soon as possible=ftima out=
"Then, what do you need help with?"
*Waits for Mann*
Looking up, realizing he let that slip "You looked so happy practicing, and doing your katas, and I didn't sense any saddness or jumpyness, and well... " He stoped speaking and started mentally projecting his thoughts into her mind as she had taught him '... you know I love looking at you after a hard workout...' his mind relayed, cutting out anyone else from the conversation, especially a young mind trying to eavesdrop where it really.... REALLY didn't belong.
"Besides... " he began speaking again "If it wasn't for that cabin fever, Akia wouldn't be here today now would he..." The smile on his face was one of both playful chiding and true love, but he replaced it with a mild frown as the voices kept intruding.
"Is it always like this?" He asked. "I haven't been around a large group in so long it's nearly overwhelming... all the emotion, the stray thoughts..." Looking around he blushed and looked away swiftly as a young klingon gentlmen had a rather... amusing thought about where Rylaan should spend the night. "I never knew we were so... unguarded..."
With that, he went back to eating, trying to cut out the the new stimuli and get back to what mattered most, his wife and child.
*Coming straight from the Flag Admiral's Office, Archer decided to go down to the Celtic Corner to see if any of his old friends and colleagues were there. When entering, he saw that the Corner was almost completely empty, except for a few officers who looked as if they had one drink too many. Archer walked down to the bar to order a drink, but saw there was no one to serve him the drink.*
"Well, not even security crews carry phasers when they're off duty. I stand by what I said. Check the guns at the door. The last thing I need is a bunch of drunk, armed officers in here getting all uppity over who's the cream of the crop. Learn to relax when you're not on the clock."
*Enoch and Martin step into Celtic Corner.*
"So this is it, our very own Celtic pub in space!"
Hodson walks in and sees Kassie and Hal and goes over to join them
"Kassie may I join you,let me get that for you Hal"
Hodson helps the comp out and then orders a chocolate shake.
"Honey, I remember. I also remember saying yes when you asked. Now arent you happy with a child and a wife to call your own?. WAIT!, you had Cabin fever. Why didnt you tell me." she said as she glared at her husband.
Something heavy and metallic crashed in. Hal 9000, in his powerful metal armor, arrived at the door and sat down hard. Each servo was fixed, and he had a beautiful polish to his metal form.
<The marines looked around at each other somewhat shocked that they were being asked to disarm then looked at the Col>
Shook his head and answered the Admiral "Its required that marines are armed even with a phaser, Admiral. Its just something that we do. Just in case something happens and security is slow for some reason. I assure you they wont shoot anyone." he said chuckling as he took a drink of his rootbeer. "Well im glad your getting settled in. Marines never get settled in because we are constantly on the move." Balkazar said taking yet another drink.
"Well, atleast you know how to make an interesting first impression." <Smiles>
*Kassie scratches her head on how she can be of help*
"So, what can I do for you lil computer?"
Cook only shook his head, "Okay, whatever, I am wondering what is taking the Evolution so long to get to the station? I guess they were on a longer then expected mission or something." Cook was interested in learning what was going on.
He looked over at Captain Smith in time to see him stalking something. Before he could move, well he was leaning forward a little in the middle of getting up, only Smith decied to pounce on the object and due to something called gravity and laws of Physics. Cook was pulled off balance and fell hard onto the floor. The Object turned out to be a dropped napkin from a previous meal.
However, instincts kicked in, he let go of the lesh and rolled so that he landed in a better posistion, he had trained in case of lossing balance durring battles.
However one side effect was that the cat was lose, and he dissapeared almost instantly. Cook sat up before standing up, he was trying to find the cat Captain Smith.
"Well thats a good thing isnt it?. You should go and meet the newest species into the Federation. I can tell you tho is there pre-warp but very knowledgeable as well as there technology revolves around farming and medicines, they seem very peaceful unless there existence is indanger. Heck!, the Dantor base now has the Species running around to help maintain the base. Seems our excavation uncovered there home, so we have our base on top of there home. Seems there genuine." she told Julia then remembered her rambling problem.
"Hmmmm, so what field of expertise are you?, Dantor base has a Starfleet branch now." she told Julia.
*Archer almost staggered backwards by Kassie's surprise-attack*
"Oh hey, Kassie! Sure, I'll try it."
*takes the glass from Kassie*
"So, how have you been? How did everything work out on Dantor?"
Will sighed, and looked over to the marines. "Boys, drop the weapons outside, please."
The admiral turned back to Balkazar. "Good. It's taken me over a year, but I'm finally getting settled into this place."
"Not much." came Hal's metallic voice. "I'm Hal 2000, but everyone calls me Hal."
"Hmmmm, you still should have told me. I didnt need my husband having a mental breakdown. But it all turned out well enough. I love you too, but you really need to tell me when your feeling pressured. If your feeling like your enclosed you NEED to tell me. Dont worry about hurting me if you need to get out for awhile. When that happens just tell me and you can go and spend time with your friends. I wont be harmed unless you have a mental break down."
"Yes its usually like this. Hearing everyones thoughts is hard to keep in check. Try to block them all out like I showed you and put up a protective mental barrier like Dongar showed you. That should keep out the other voices. Keep your thoughts on one thing, keep your thoughts pointed inwards instead of outwards. If you have your thoughts outward then youll hear there minds. But dont be to surprised if you get headaches its normal."
Sounds like fun. I'v actually a member of Starfleet Command, i'm an advisor to the Expansion Project. I'm hoping to get another assignment out here. I started my career in the expansion project. Hopefully Starfleet gives me a permenant home here again.
**She takes a drink**
*Kassie was near the end of the bar helping out the bartender who mysteriously disappeared, she walked up to Archer and gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek before he could protest*
"Hello, Archer." she said smiling. "Anything to drink?. I have tried this V8 stuff that was back on earth I was able to track down the real stuff and it tastes great. Want some?" she asked offering him a glass of the mango peach looking stuff.
<Not bothering to salute he nods his head at the Admiral to acknowledge him>
"If you think she can hold her own, then ill order my men to stun her if she gets out of hand." Balkazar said in such a way that the admiral wasnt sure if Balkazar was joking or he was serious, then turns his head and nods to the marines behind him as they set there phasers and headed back to the table to await there Col.
"So, Admiral. How are things treating you?" he said as he ordered a mug full of rootbeer then turns in Titans direction and raised his mug and gave a half nod with a half smile then turned his attention back to the Admiral awaiting his reply.
Admiral Ransom Finished his drink and exits
*Enoch stares at the cat.*
"Your cat is... a captain??? Of what ship???"
"Thank you..." Cook had never meet this, computer before, he was unsure of who this being was. He takes the leash and puts his hand through the loop at the top and then wound some more of the leash around his wrist. "There, now you won't get away so easily." Cook said with a smile.
He then turned to face a waiter behind the counter. "One dish of fish please." At the mention of fish Captain Smith hops onto the counter and began to purr. "Yes, yes, I know, I know, it's just that it seems that I have misjudge the amount of time I would be spending here."
Captain Smith only shut his eyes in a way that showed he was happy now.
<Chuckles>
<Goes over and gets the Admirals order from the Replicator, then brings it to the Admiral>
"I dont work here, im filling in where I can till the Rivendell gets back from her mission. I helped to assist in the ALF species being welcomed into the Federation. So I been spending alot of my time down on the planet surface getting to know there culture a little more, or filling in where I can." she said as she took a few empty glasses back to the replicator for recycling.
I don't know. I'd really rather wait to get an official assignment from admiral Vorak. I'm with you admiral i've been out for awhile.
Cook looked around and smiled. "Well... we could always watch the Captain and make sure he doesn't get into trouble... or.... well, ask someone for a tour of the station, that way we don't get lost...." Cook suddenly had the impression that the Doctor was talking to his clothing instead of him, he just sighed inwardly... he had gotten he yearly physical right before Frontier... and so far, he had not taken himself nor Captain Smith for a check up in a while. So he had forgotten just how crazy Valen was off-duty.
Hal had the cat in his metallic hands. He walked over to Weasly Cook, and said, "I believe this would be the cat you call Captain Smith." his resonant metallic voice ringing.
I'll have a Bajoran Sunrise.
Hey, by the way you're the first Vulcan i've ever seen tending bar.
<Kassie refills Rellek's drink>
"Well, Admiral Montrell, there Technology is fascinating. They use our version of nanites for medical use as well as farming, there weapons technology is limited and we sorta bumped into them while on a excavation of a building to place the Starfleet Contingent base of operations in, we found there bunker while doing this. Uncovered a vast library too, it turns out that they use crystals for power and data storage much like our Dilithium crystals are used to power our vessels. Seems there Nanites have formed into a being called 'The Avatar' to protect the Melmacian species. We found almost 10 bunkers just like the one we found ALF in. They used to eat the Felians when they were more primitive supposedly, but they grew intelligent and rebeled against ALF and his species. So they built many bunkers, sorta like a splinter cell effect, if one is found and destroyed then another one is there to pick up the slack. One of such bunkers is UNDER the new starfleet contingent base. The Melmacians are assisting with maintaining the base in return of allowing them to stay in there domed cities underneath the Starfleet base. I cant believe they survived for so long. If your wondering how I know so much about them is because I did alot of work with them, acting as ambassador and such and introducing them into the Federation as well as helped them rebuild there underground fortress. Speaking of which there nanites prevented us from beaming onto certain decks, because of sensitive techology advances. They didnt trust us right off but who would, they didnt know us very well till now. The Speaker of the Melmacian society is a Roboticist, he made the Avatar's more primitive state but over the course of 500 yrs that Avatar chose a form and stuck to it. Grew an intelligence and its sole purpose is to protect the Melmacians."
"Forgive me I tend to ramble. What can I get for you today, Janeway?"
Sounds good to me.
**THey leave the Bar holding hands and laughing**
(OFF: I'll create my quarters in "Crew's Quarters" on SS Avalon habitat area.)
Hodson looks at Kassie and sits down
"Kassie the way you handled things down there was great I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't make Lt. because of that, Mann too."
Takes a sip of his chocolate shake
<Changes back into his own clothes again>
"So, my dear science person. What fun shall we do today? <Then puts his own arm around Cooks shoulder as he starts to talk to the clothes that Cook is wearing>
<Kassie decided to help out at the bar for the day and walked over where Rellek stood>
"Admiral, What can I get for you today?" the beautiful half Vulcan said.
*takes a seat and engages in conversation wth the admiral*
So Admiral, i hear you've come from Starfleet command to make a report? hows that comin along? I also heard that your looking for a position permenantly here? Well i've been on the look out for a good officer to take charge of the Starfleet/Melmacian(ALF Species) side of the new Academy on Dantor. Vice-Admiral Julian said that if i could find an eligable Officer at a captain rank or above, and if they are willing to accept, they can start straight away. As of yet we have not had any Melmacians actually join Starfleet. Although a few have been waiting to try out. We haven't got any teachers for them yet so my tasl is to work on finding some. The Acamdemy is also for the New Marines to join. Rumour has it that Col. Balkazar is getting promoted soon and will be the new CO of the academy on the Marine side of things.
"Perfect," he said. "Now I don't need to worry about you shooting my friend."
Will turned to Tara, deciding there were better things to do than argue with a marine. "So, I actually wanted to introduce you to someone. This is Ensign Xavier Clark," he said, nodding a man in the typical mustard-colored uniform over to them. "He'll be a new mission specialist, assigned to the Iroquois."
He takes a sip of the whiskey and lays a small bar of latinum on the table and leaves.
*the old but new (used to be Co and now am once again lol) Station CO walks into the celtic corner as if he had been going there for years.*
*looks over at a table and see two of his officers that helped move the station, aswell as a weird looking machine, similar to something he had seen in a museum back on earth*
*walks over and takes a seat*
Evening all
*calls for bartender*
one bottle of old english bourbon and 4 glasses thanks
Cook was distracted by Enoch's question before he could properly deal with the cat at he moment.
Cook laughs as he hears his question. "No, no I am not Captian Smith... that is the Simese over their... eating... Cheesecake! SMITH stop that... I don't want us trown out for your behavior." He had turned around to introduce the Feline but instead he was shocked at seeing what Captain Smith was doing.
Cook then turns back to face Enoch, "My name is Weasly Cook... Commander and Cheif Science Officer aboard Frontier... however, I am taking some Shore leave to see the heart of Expansionfleet.. two or so years out here and I have never been here." Cook laughs as if he was embarrest to say that.
**Rellek slowly wonders in. She's heard all about the Celtic Corner and wanted to see it for herself. She makes her way over to the bar and takes a seat alone.**
"Wonder where the barkeep is?" she whispers to herself.
*Montrell heared the conversation of the officers standing besides him and was interested*
"I'm sorry to interrupt. But what is this with a new specie? I've heared some here and there, but they are called the Alf's"? It's been a long time since I've been here so my latest information about this region is very poor!"
*Montrell relaxes and takes a sip of his Vulcan Spice tea*
<Nods to the marines to disarm and they did, then took there weapons to a young private to hold them till there done drinking>
"Good enough?" he asks the Admiral. "So what fun have you been doing behind a desk?"
Well, the opening of the store has been a lot of work. It's been a long day. What do you say we go back to your (or my) quarters and have a drink??
"My name is Enoch. But I'm still puzzled, how can you be a captain if you never command a ship?"
*He drinks some more from his pint.*
notin but a conversation you look like you had a tough couple of days.
'"Well, Lt. What can I get for you today?" she called over to Valory.
*Dolan turns his head toward the Colonel as he asked his question*
"Everything is fine, Colonel, I just can't wait to begin working in the Delta Quadrant. I have heard many stories about this area when I was younger and I have always been fascinated by the stories of the USS Voyager. I have participated in many holonovels that have taken place on Voyager, which is part of the reason I was nicknamed Voyager. I am interested to see what holonovels are here in the holosuites. Do you have any personal favorites?"
Matthews walks in and sits at the bar
"I'll have a whiskey, something foreign"
"Not at all Mr... Uh... what's your name? I am Weasly Cook, this is Captain Smith... the cat... The other officer in blue is Doctor Starchaser... and... What is your name agian sir?" Cook was asking Enoch that question, he was unsure if he had asked it before.
*As the doors to Celtic Corner opened, Admiral Montrell entered the bar. He walked passed most of the people and sat down at the bar*
"Can I have a vulcan spice tea please"
*Montrell turned around and was looking at the whole bar. It's design had not changed during the time he was absent. Only the view outside was totally different"
'Ya I'll have a Cardassian Ale, thanks.' she smiled.
Cook entered the Celtic Corner and sat down at an empty table. He didn't want to sit near any crowds, mainly because he didn't want anyone to step on Captain Smith's tail. He just waited for Commander Lollok to appear and to start this Klingon celebration party... he was curious as to how Klingon's celebrated victory, he had heard stories but he was interested in seeing first hand.
trian sees what a good time westly cook and his friend are having and dicides to walk over " mind if i join you two?"
A young Admiral enters and heads to the bar.
An Ale please
the bartender nods
The Admiral grabs the glass and walks passed the two pepole dancing and grabs a seat
Hal was covered in sand and mud: he'd been out working his keep for oil. Today, he had sand in all of his servo-motors and was not in a healthy mood. "What do you want?" he asked, his metallic voice crashing loudly.
Sounds facinating.
**Sees a perplexed look on Montrells face**
What are you thinking admrial?
OOC**OHHHH Kelli and Bryannah this tells me ALOT!! about you 2
........The story unfolds the truth about true love :P
IC**
Hmmm.......Not sure where my quarters are atm....So lets go to yours.....
Cook laughed... in all his years, he had never seen anyone ask that kind of question, never.
"He isn't captain of any ship... now if your t talking about any personal Quarters, yes. But he isn't a Captain of a ship." Cook only laughed as he sat back. "However, that rank is indeed real... well, back when his first caretaker was alive... but... the Captain, his first caretaker was killed in the battle, I haven't checked to see if the rank still hold... but I just use it because I find it kind of funny, besides, he isn't really mine, just on an indefinate loan from Starfleet medical, That's were we met, I was a shell shocked survivor from Wolf three five nine, and he was as well, drove the rescue ship nuts with the constant yowling and screaming." Cook then fell silent as his eyes mist over with a far away look.
Captain Smith stopped eating the crumbs from the plat and jumped into Cook's lap causing him to snap back to the present. "Never forget the past... it makes you who you are." Cook then laughs agian and begins to pet the Cat.
hey there hal
Valory walked in and looked around before taking a seat at the nearest empty table. The place hadnt changed much since the last time she'd been there.
"It will indeed!" *smiles to Ayala*
"But Doctor, what brings you here? End of your shift?"
OOC: No problem.
Cook looked shocked. "You know? Well, here is something you might have forgotten, the Cube blew up... but yes, you may tell your tale, but be warned, I may break down... that is one day that I cannot yet talk without..." Cook stopped and though his face looked fine, he had lost his voice, he was trying to give a outer look of being together, but his eyes and mind were reliving the battle, quiet, but still it was hard to forget a thing were your survived, the only one to survive the ship.
"Ohhh, you dont need to clean up. Its picture perfect right there the way it is." <Snickers>
Good night Montrell.
<Hisses and laughs at the same time as he put up his furry hand to calm the commander down>
"Your funny and easily provoked."
Walking in as the Colonel finished handing out the dirnks to his crew I walk over to the bar. Blood Wine Bar man. after getting the wine I move over to Colonel Balkazar.
"Colonel we seem to have gotten off to a bad start sir. Then on the Bridge I was inconsiderate. I didn't hear about Your XO until after wards sir. I am sorry." I extend my arm in a guesture of friendship.
"Alf I don't know of anyone that has eaten a dog. Dogs were seen to be a delicasy by some Asian cultures some four hundred year ago though. Apart from being a pet in the past some Seven Hundred Years ago the Begle was used as a hunting dog. I thought I could get Mathew Interested in hunting as a sport. It didn't work though. But since then both Mathew and I have seen and defeated the Borg and I was a small part in the Dominion Wars in the Alpha Quadrent before coming here."
I slowly approach with William facing away from me asking his Commanding Offcier if he was okay.
Captain smith started to attack my boots. Shortly after that Jake Moriarty made an appearance and came charging over to save them. Took Captain Smith in a death lock and rolled. As he rolled he loosened his grip and Captain Smith landed as Cats do on his feet. The Mock fight continued.
I moved to stand directly behind Wallace and then spoke.
"It is good to see you again. Commander Cook, there is something different about you. it isn't a promotion, like Captain Titan."
"Congratulation Captain. Your ship is she s good ship?"
"But No it just seems to be a away that you are holding yourself."
"Good evening Mr Wallace!"
*grins and brings the whiskey to her lips*
"yes I can smell it...it smells like its going to be a fun time" *she laughs a little bit*
are you ok maby i shuldent well ok he was on a transport near the system when the battle (sorry but i relly cant give you detal) and the leet drafted his ship know it wasent very big just a 5 person ship byt they needed the help and during the battle the ship got assimalated so the borg culd get a battle plan and he was assimalated with it thats what they told us and thats it. but lets talk about something a little happer
*Dolan accepts the drink that is offered to him by the Colonel*
"Thank you Colonel. What do you mean by your question? Are you asking my experience at Starfleet Academy? Or my experiences on the holodeck?"
*Dolan takes a small sip of the drink*
"This is very good, what is it?"
*Dolan then notices Commander Wallace*
"Hello Commander Wallace, are you enjoying yourself?"
Cook was able to close his eyes in time so no pie got into his eyes, and he just looked at Valen, his face may be covered by the pie, but his faced showed that he was somewhat amused. "You do realize that I have not been assigned guest quaters yet. Meaning that I am going to have to wait a while to wipe this off..." But Cook was smiling a little at Valens actions, he tried to be hard... but he couldn't help it, he was feeling better then he had in a month, ever since he began to have recurring nightmares about the borg. He Smiled, just a little.
*Jarron passed Admiral Montrell as he walked out Celtic Corner. It had been a while, but Jarron had returned to Avalon Station to see if his old place was still there. A couple of months ago he had left this place to take care of his family back home. Jarron walked straight to the bar and sat down. He looked at the person standing behind the bar and was under the impression that this was the new owner*
"Pssssst....I'm sorry but do you know who the new owner is of Celtic Corner? I need to talk with him or her!"
*Jarron smiled and awaited a reply*
Commander Cook stared right at Alf. "What was that? What are you saying? If you think I will let you do that to Captain Smith, you have another thing coming." his manner and voice were calm, but the undertone was more like... touch my cat and I will throw you in the brig.
"Ohhhh, do they taste good?" Alf asked with almost a smile creased acrossed his face.
"You too Captain..." He then smiled. "Nothing much... still commander, but I am going to be first officer serving under Commander Lollock."
He couldn't help but laugh at the mock fight going on. "And here I was being told that Klingons could get roudy... and those two haven't had a drop of acholhol" He was smiling.
"So Mathew where in the galaxy did you disappear to?" He was happy to see his old commanding officer again.
<Runs around ducking behind the bar he grabs another pie and threw it at Cook, as it hits him in the face, then points and began to laugh, as the pie platter fell off Cooks face>
"Teeehehehehehehe."
*Montrell was still facing Kassie and was indeed perplexed*
"Very interesting ensign, I have not yet heared about this before. I must look this up when I get the chance."
*Montrell takes his last sip of the Vulcan Spice tea and stands up*
"Well people, I hope to meet with you again sometime. For now, all the best."
*Montrell nodds and walks out Celtic Corner*
Swift walked in, he liked this place as he was a big fan of Celtic mythology. He considered it getting back to his old British roots. He walked over to the bar and decided top sit on a bar stool until Commander Lollock arrived.
"I'll wait to order if that's alright." Swift told the bartender, he wanted to see what everyone else was drinking first.
"Eugenics whats the meaning of this word?. Its an unfamiliar concept that I have yet to figure out." Alf stated with a confused look.
Cook cleared his throat.
"The Borg are a nasty race that uses machines and technology to turn you into a brainless, no free will robot like creature, you are nether alive or dead... and they know all the secrets that you had in your head. Prey you never meet a Borg in your life." He then sighed and looked at ALF. "The Dominion war was a battle fought in another region of space far from here... where our people were threatened and almost destroyed... we fought back, and lost many good men in the war, we were able to pull through and show that we couldn't be conquered."
He then smiled. "As for your canine question... I do not know if dogs are tasty or not... but it would be rude to eat another person's pet... to my knowledge, no Dogs, or Canines as they are called are endangered or dieing out."
Things are great Will, I'm looking forward to my own command.
**She turns to Ensign Clark**
Nice to meet you ensign. Mission Specialist is such a broad title, are you going to be serving for any paticular reason or are you simply being assigned to the Iroquois permentantly?
Cook blinked in surprise. "A Romulan? But... wow... I must have been out here for a while... last I heard, we were having not so good relations with them. Cook has been out here before Nemises. So he has been out of the loop for a while, politics doesn't interest him, as such he was surprised.
"As for violance... I concure... this is not a place for it... but... Cook suddenly realized something, and began to laugh. "The old Pie in the face ruotine? That never gets old."
Smith didn't his or meow... all he did was crouch down and jump into Commander Sitgor's lap and began to purr.
I'm enjoying it, i've always loved SS Aalon.
**She takes a second look at him and notices how cute he is but thinks that she probally shouldn'e say anything about that.**
"Alf Eugenics are a nasty business, trust me those guys that have abused it need to be locked up." Swift said and then got up, he felt that saying he disliked Eugenics was a good cover. He walked over to commander Lollock. "Commander I was just wondering if I could have a quick word."
"I personally preffer the Battle of Troy. Or perhaps the invasion of Normandy. There old ones but they seem to give a new perspective on war and how one is to fight if it came down to hand to hand. However, I dont get much time on the holodecks. Im usually stuck WATCHING THERE BACKS!" Balkazar stated as he said the last sentence he spoke loud enough for the marines who came in with him to hear. Then all the marines started to snicker in response.
"So what is your experience like, Ensign?" Balkazar asked as he turned around to gather up the drinks, then had 2 marines come over to assist him to hand out the drinks.
<Looks confused by Wallace's statement then looks to cook for clarification>
"I dont know what any of you are talking about? The borg? Dominion wars? I dont know anything about this. I just only asked about if the dog would be tasty or is it a dieing species?" Alf asked Cook in the hopes he could clear it all up.
Xavier shook the Commander's hand firmly. "I'm at your disposal, ma'am. I've gone through twice the training of the average officer, and I've just graduated from the Academy as valedictorian of my advanced class. If you've got a place for me, ma'am, I can fill it. I only have one request, and that's that I'm put somewhere that I can truly be of use."
heh i was hopeing it wold be somewha peaceful here in the outer reaches of know space anyway if you want a better reson why i want to be in intel its becase i like to be the first to know things
Cook blinked as he was using a napkin to wipe off the pie filling. "Uh... I am not a Science Officer, not a Doctor, if you want a doctor, ask Valen over their." Cook pointed to where The Doctor was standing laughing.
"But if you require a Science Officer I am happy to help out." Cook then jingled the leash that he had wrapped around his hand and as if he had used a can opener, Captain Smith came running, eager to go off on a another adventure. "If you do not mind, May I bring another member for the away team?" Cook was in fact a little interested. This was his first time interacting with a Marine.
Captain Smith however was now purring and rubbing agianst Cook's leg eager to go someplace.
=A="All officers of the station report to Ops for a staff meeting."=A=
"Pretty good, Thank you for asking, Admiral. So how are you enjoying your stay here?"
**Lollock walked in and scoped the room, she nodded at LIEUTENANT Swift, Commanders Cook and Wallace. Then she proceeded to the bar and stated for all to hear.**
"Barkeep, a barrel of blood wine, the 2263, for the victors. Drink up my friends. Perhaps one day our children will hear our songs sang so loud that we will be shaken in Sto-Vo-Kor."
"Well," Swift began, trying to decide how to approach a delicate subject, "The captain is out of commission for the moment. I hope as much as the next guy that he gets back to normal. However if he doesn't, and I stress the word if here, then you will become the commanding officer. This means there would be an open position for the head of Security and Tactical. Now I am currently serving as acting head of this department. I understand this was only done as a temporary measure, after all you're a Commander and I'm an ensign. I would understand if, when you official become the commanding officer, you would want me to step down and have someone else of a higher rank come in to do the job. Tactical and Security on a defiant class ship is a big Job and I understand you may not feel an Ensign could run the department as well of efficiently as someone with a higher rank. However I would like you to know that I may be fresh out of starfleet but I feel I could fill the position as well as anyone else in starfleet, with the possible exception of yourself of course."
<Hearing the strange word, ALF figured he should investigate this strange concept and decided to walk up to Cook and pulled on his sleeve as it was the only thing he could reach easily with the humans being so tall>
"Excuse me, what is this strange concept? whats a dog?" ALF asked questioningly.
Well Ensign, that is very impressive! Our vessel is specifically designed for tactical operations. We handle tactical missions that most vessels simply can't. I'm sure i can find a good home for you. I can't wait to see your training in action. What was your major field of study at the academy?
Cook was make a comment, that is until Valen did his stunt and Cook only shook his head. "You know what, that costume fits your personality very well." Cook was just trying to fight his first instict of dropping Valen onto the floor and wiping his check.
Cook looked at Dicen, which was hard having Valen block most of his view. "Don't mind the Doctor, he is usually like this off duty, but visit his office durring his duty and you won't find a harder worker in Sick Bay." Cook silently hoped that what he said was true, because he had only seen Valen off duty so far. Which once agian reminded him that he needed his yearly pysical soon.
Suddenly he smiled. "You know what, we are all off-duty, or are you mr... I believe in the confusion I missed your name, anyway... does anyone want to juggle some foam balls?" Cook knew that Valen, after showing off his juggling skills earlier in Celtic Corner, besides he wanted to get away from the topic of intel, a subject that he didn't really like, but was still somewhat interested in.
<A few heavily armored and armed marines comes marching into Celtic corner and marches over in front of Cook>
"Excuse me doctor, if you wish to get cleaned up. Your presense is required on Dantor if you dont mind working?" The Lt, said as he saw the pie on Cooks face, but the Lt. features didnt change a bit.
*Many Days Later*
Hal came whirring in, each motor in every servo growling.
Hello, how are you doing today?
*Dolan turns to Commander Lollock*
"I would rather not have bloodwine, I had a small cup back at the Academy and I barely held it down."
*Dolan then thinks about Commander Cook's question for a minute and turns back to Commander Cook*
"Well Commander, when I'm not on Voyager holonovels or any other holonovel about space battles in our time, I am usually in holonovels where I am in a naval battle during the Earth war World War II or of a later period. My favorite battle in the Pacific Theatre of the war is the Battle of Philippine Sea and in the Atlantic the series of battles that occured in the hunt for the Bismark. It is so amazing how the people back then fought without phasers or any of our weapons today. The feel of being on such ships are extraordinary and the battles at such close range with such devastating weapons of the time...it's stunning."
Of course lieutenant.
**She leads him to an isolated corner of the bar**
What did you need.
OOC: I think this is the longest post ever. Sorry for those that aren't part of the sub plot.
IC: "Congratultions Weasley I would have liked to do that on the Excalibur when Captain Titan left to take up his own ship, as he would have eventually."
"Ah well Weasley. I got my Delta Flyer and after a short while on the flight deck of her I started to get malfunction warnings. Then after about Twenty Hours the deflectors went offline and I could repair them and so landed on the first Class M planets I could find. Once I landed I found that I could sustain power fairly easily but staying in space was impossible with no Navigational deflectors. I sent out a distress call, but expected I was too fair away for starfleetr to hear so hoped for a ship to pass in the night so to speak."
Quickly I take another drink. Then continue.
"After about a year and a half that ship passed. it was a beaten up looking old ship, a frieghter. with just enough room for myself and jake to get on if we could get off that rock again. Thankfully the deflectors worked for long enough to get the ship onto that frieghter. It took about six months to return from there to this station."
"There were time that I thought that I would die on that rock out there. Thankfully in the end I was picked up and am able to see some old friends again."
I noticed and alien standing next to Commander Cook watching the the fight intently.
"And who might this be? He looks to be hoping that Captain Smith loses. I assure you there will be no winner or loser they are just old friends that haven't seen eachother in a long time."
"It appears that Captain Smith has missed jake a great deal since I have been away."
"I expect that Jake will need to be shut away on the station, But I expect that I shall have to chase him a ghreat deal."
At that time both Jake and Captain Smith followed By Alf Shoot out of the Corner.
"Speaking of which!"
I pull a new peace of equipment out of a pocket and give a whistle. The other two follow Jake back in.
"Ah yes his faithful dog. A Beagle. Jake I loved that dog almost as much as Mathew did. I was the friend that gave Jake to him. I gave Jake to him because I found out the hard way that he was alergic the Cat hair. How did he go with Captain Smith being around."
"We Never discussed the Romulans. But then again that was over in the Alpha Quadrent. We were both very young and foolish Cadets. He was just as headstrong and unchangable then as I presume he was on the Bridge of that ship. We used to have all sorts of debates about many different topics."
"I so hope he is alright."
"Most unusual. Mr. Enoch is known to almost never leave the station... or this bar, for that matter. Is there anyone else who you think may know more of the matter?"
*Amayla walks in, looks around and walks to a small table. Looks at the menu*
"Interesting food here"
*waits for waitress*
"Teeheheheeheheh, So whatcha doing for your interesting started vacation ?"
*Jason walks into Celtic corner accompanied bye several marines who came to the station with him from Foxtrot company to have a few drinks. Jason heads to the bar and orders his drinks*
"Hello, Captain, Admiral's. Hope things are going good?. Waiter 5 beers please."
"Commander? you gave Jake to Mathew?" He smiled a big smiled. "As for getting past the old captain... I think he took alergy medication to keep from sneezing around him."
He seemed to be looking around the place. "You know what will be even funnier? If the old Captain shows up while we talk about him." He couldn't help but laugh at his crazy idea of a what if.
Cook looked down to look at Alf, having his sleeve tugged and being asked that question. "A dog is... well, as Commander Lollock said they are pets, but depending on what breed a dog is, they are or were used for different jobs, like a German Shepperd was used as a police dog at times... but the beagle... well, a beagle is a pet, a animal companion that follows you around..." Here he dropped his voice and whispered the next part. "Some say they are more obedient then cats... but cats can be more independent then dogs." He then chuckled.
"Of course, dogs have a more pack mentality then cats so they like to be social... but cats can be just as social." He smiled at how he was talking about pets now with ALF.
"Dont worry about it, William. He was a marine and he knew the risks. Just like we all do weather we are marine or Federation. We took the same oath when we joined Starfleet." Balkazar said as he shook Wallace's hand.
"Im reffering to life experience. There is more to life then a holodeck. But with my time and schedule. Life of a marine is a holodeck unto itself. But remember, not to get TO! caught up in the holodeck or you wont beable to distinguish between holodeck and reality. Its called Beer. Good old fashion beer from the year 2000." Balkazar said as he took a drink of the beer.
"Cant really be breaking your rules if I seen the technology in action. Now will it?"
<Eastwood got up from his seat>
"Excuse me sir but i believe im needed in the brig and dont ask how i knew"
<Eastwood walked out the door and towards the brig on Phoneix>
OFF: Sry but not the longest post ever lol
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"That would be delightful, what time and where?"
"Mr Enoch? Yes, he comes her alot. He always orders himself a Kilkenny and I make sure there are Kilkenny's to serve

. But his whereabouts now, I am not really certain. But I did hear something about him going onboard on one of the Avalon Division Starships. It seemed that his help was urgent, he left without really telling us all. "
"Are you reffering to me, Admiral?"
=^= Ops to all decks on Avalon Station =^=
This is Flag Admiral Vorak speaking. Avalon Station is about to be attacked by the Na'jigat, a species existing of pure mental energy, practically impossible to defeat. We are in a condition of war. All Starfleet personnel is required to take battle stations, including those off-duty. Civilians are requested to find a safe place on the station, and those with some Starfleet experience may report to Station Ops to have a duty assigned.
=^= Flag Admiral Vorak out =^=
Cook only shook his head. "Oh my, you are having a very interesting day it seems... but okay, if you say so." Cook was going along because he was enjoying it somewhat. It seemed pretty nice indeed. He was happy, for once in a while, he was happy.
Cook had overheard the conversation of Holonovels. He smiled and walked up behind Voyager. "I personally find a visit into some Pirate stories a fun way to unwind, as well as get a good work out. Then again, what fascinates you Ensign?" He realized that he was talking about what he had enjoyed, and so, it he would give a good idea of what to see, he would need to know some about the freshly graduated officer.
From what i know a dog is an animal commonly held as a pet on earth, i think.
**She laughs and has another drink**
Cook blinked at this... he turned around and wondered... but he had to side on the side of safety... "Uh... I am not sure I am allowed to tell you... I know we share a planet... and you are advanced in some areas, I rather not risk breaking the prime directive... a set of rules on how to treat and interact with other races.
Well lieutenant, i still believe that you are young and naive. You still need more dicipline. However, after your exemplary display during battle i would hace to definately give your request some serious consideration. Let me ask you something. Tactical and Security are the primary positions on a Defiant class vessel; do you believe you are ready to lead the largest department on that ship? At times there could be as many as twenty to 30 people under your direct supervision. Only you know the answer. Could you lead them?
OOC: Not what I mean Ms Lollock. I meant that it was my longest post, because that it was by a long way.
T'lana thought for a moment and then answered.
"Well the only restaurants of the station are this one and a Klingon restaurant. So I would suggest the Rivendell, at 20 hundred hours, is this acceptable?'
*Vorak looks up at Jarron.*
"Ah, very well. We are looking for a man named Enoch. He is the owner of Camelot Medieval Store on this station, and is known to often reside in this bar. We cannot seem to find him however, do you have any information regarding his whereabouts or latest activities?"
*smiles at Mike*
"Jarron here seems to think that I'm a lightweight with alcohol!...I'm good, and how have you been?"
Okay Enoch, your the boss.
Martin gets up and leaves a tip for the bar keep for the good meal and service/
Lead the way, I still am getting use to this station.
i am ensign trian and the cats a captin?
hmmmmmm i relly dont know it just is something i relly wanted to do it been in my family for a while so relly its in my blood:p
<Looking at her son, and watched Cook looking on, she merely smiles in his direct and goes back to tending to Akia>
"So Rylaan, when do you expect the Evolution to return to the Station?"
"I think we should keep an eye on that one over there. I visited him a few months back, his mind was totally unguarded, tho hes been doing quite well for himself. Hes learned to keep his thoughts more protected." she said whispering to Brish.
"Akia!, your supposed to eat the food, not throw it at people." she told her son, then apologizes to the ensign that was hit by the flying food.
"I do have one thing in mind. What do you know about this replication technology of yours? I seen many marines and starfleet officers use it?" ALF asked questioningly.
Commander Cook's eyes were wide. "You... the Captain..." He looked at him. "You have got to teach me that trick. The captain never comes when called." He was amazed at all of this.
He laughed again. "IT is so good to see you again... who knows, one day... we might be equals in the rank field..." he laughed at that... "But by then you most likely will be having an admiralty or something." He looked forlone suddenly. "A year on an M-Class planet... I am glad both of you are back here safe and sound. So... you think you can fix up that Delta Flyer again? or is it grounded?"
Captain Smith meowed loudly as if making a comment to Jake... which he was, but it was nothing anyone could figure out. Cook smiled quietly. "I concure, Smith missed Jake a lot... I think they both know that they are our moral support out here or something... and as such, it would be unwise to fight one another or something like that... or they just grew up with cats and dogs and so don't mind the other."
"Yes ma'am I believe I can." Swift answered Lollock honestly, there was nothing to be gained by lying and saying he could if he couldn't. That would only set his career back even further. "My training started when I was two years old. I have lived and breathed starfleet all my life. I can do this."
"As you wish my dear friend. So, how long are you on leave? Is captain Taurik still in command of the Rivendell? Perhaps you would like to have dinner with me later this evening?" Blurting out all the questions he could think of Morgan sat back and waited for the responses.
OFF: Sorry, we aren't used to customers these days :P.
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*Jarron hears someone screaming in the bar and quickly leaves the kitchen where he was searching fot old recipies for the dinner that evening*
"I'm so sorry gentlemen and Miss, but it seems that my personel were too busy with discussing their own personal things, which shouldn't have happend ofcourse. But what can I do for you?"
"Bring what on? Mike says, coming into the tavern. "I haven't seen you for a while, Ayala. How've you been?"
"No problem, follow me."
*They leave the bar and head through the large corridor back to the store.*
Cook looked at Trian, "A pleasure to meet you Trian. Yes, he is a captain... but..." Cook stops as the Cat runs away and right onto the counter in a signal leap and begins to purr in front of the robbed figure.
Cook sighed. "It is a long story if you are interested, but if you excuse me I must make sure that Smith doesn't do anything bad."
Cook then walked up to the right side of the Robed figure before realizing that the person was looking at him, he felt uncomfortable but looked behind him at the Ensign, but he returned to looking at Captain Smith.
"My apologies, he isn't usually this friendly..." He stopped unable to continue.
Cook only stiffened he was unsure now of what to say. "Well, congrats, I hope you go far into your choice of field." Cook was unsure he had read those spy holonovals, and wondered, just what the areas were, he had heard rumors of covert organizations and he didn't want to say the wrong thing and get dragged away and locked up forever. Of course, this was happening on the inside of his head, on the outside, he was calm and collected.
"So, what has you interested in this field? Is it really all death avoiding and clock and dagger as those holonovals protray? Or is it the majority paperwork and library study?" He was now asking just to either confirm or desprove his fear.
*Takio walks in. Goes up to the bar and places an order*
"I'll have a Dr pepper and a choc chip mint ice cream please."
Captain Brodie entered the bar. He raised his voice slightly to gain the attention of the people in it.
"If i may have your attention for a moment, i need to know everyones status, meaning, are you waiting for a ship to come, are you an officer of the station, or are you a visitor, include from where. Send me the information as quickly as possible. Also, if your interested in the station we are allowing Cadets to work in intern positions to fill needed jobs. Thank you."
Cook smiled. "But I am no god, please remind your people of that, I do not think Star Fleet would look kindly upon me if they learn that I have become some kind of god in another people's race's culture." He look at the schematics... "I could work on this while my ship is in dry dock... it will be fun to do after the party." He smiled and laughed. "Come now... do you have anything to discuss? One science officer to another?" He agreed that maybe the nanite defense would be an interesting idea to look into.
"I accumulated special honors in all fields, as was part of my advanced course requirements, but my passions are weapons specialist and field engineering, ma'am."
T'lana raised an eyebrow at Morgan, in amusement, at least what the now under control Vulcan let show anyway.
"Yes to all those questions."
*Vorak raises an eyebrow.*
OFF: could one of the waiters/waitresses please respond??
*laughs*
"I don't know quite about a contest, but maybe sharing some friendly drinks. Speaking of drinks, can I get you anything?"
Its good, just like my mum would make it, and thats a complement, of course no meal can truely compare to hers but their have been some that come close and this here has come close.
Martin then leans back and sips his spring water having finsihed the Haggis.
"so what is the story" trian said walking up behind cook.
what the wats going on!!!!!!!!!!
<The marine Lt>
"No leave the cat. What your summoned for will only put the cat in unneeded danger. So its best he stays here on the station or in a room in the marine base. Your choice."
"You can come too Mr Jones. We need an engineer. Now if theres anything else which will prove to be a delay you best see to it. You have 2 minutes."
Weasly Cook turned around and saw Captain Brodie.
"Captain!" Cook shouted out in excitment. "It is good to see you agian." A smile was on Cook's face as he walked up to the Captain and offered his hand to shake, his left hand was still wraped up with the lesh of Captain Smith who was looking at Alexia. "I am currently awaiting the arrival of the Evolution, upon which I shall take up the post of Science Officer, How have you been sir?" Cook was happy to see someone from the past.
"Oh, yes. Nanites can be very dangerous in the wrong hands. But fortunately for me we use nanites to cover ourselves in a protective layer of armor now. Before we didnt. But according to the Avatar after we went into stasis and the remainder of my species went into the Domes they started to access what nanites can do. Well one of the applications was for defensive purposes. The Avatar explained to me that the nanites was used as what you would call a armor. It protects the wearer from Toxic atmospheres and such. It was the only way that my people could survive outside the domes for so long of a period. Even though our weapons are primitive they are effective. Oh and heres the schematics for the computer you need to read our data crystals. The nanites that swarming all over my body heals my wounds and keeps me safe. Time really was nice and yet painful to my species. Im only glad you found us before we all died. For that we will be forever grateful." ALF said quietly but loud enough for Cook to hear.
"Excuse me, Ensign" Balkazar said as he walked over to the group of marines and raised his mug of beer.
"Lets raise our mugs to those who have fallen and those unable to be here with us. Lets honor the victorious dead." Balkazar finished and drank his mug of beer and all the marines followed suit.
<Balkazar then looked down as if he was contemplating something but infact he was day dreaming. Thinking back to when Keller was alive, his half brother was back at home where he should have been, then thinking of all his men and friends he lost while serving both Naval and Marine Corp. Then after 5 minutes he came back to reality>
"O, I meet quark once, despicable character always trying to do something to someone next time I see him, I will smack him for you.
My dear friend, you never have to feel ashame about your feelings around me."
*KHa'Var sees the waiters chatting with each other, with their backs to the bar.*
"Barkeep! Can't a person get something to drink around here! Is this what you call GOOD SERVICE?!"
I'm doing very good, thank you. Well, if you two are going to have a drinking contest, it's good the doctor showed up."
"Glad to hear you like it! This is my favourite place of the entire space station! Well, if you're ready, we'll head back to the store. Who knows how many customers are waiting!"
*trian lookes into the hooded figures eyes and suddenly gets the chills.*
"Evolution"! said dicen standing up suddenly. "one of my friends is chef helmsmen on that ship".
*Valen pushes another button and switches to Jester clothes, colorful tights and pantaloons with a mask on, rushes around the room singing (I feel pretty, oh so pretty) and goes and jumps into Cooks arms and kisses his cheek*
"HI!!!!!!!!!!"
At this moment another figure entered the Celtic Corner. By his uniform and rank, he was a Lt. in Engineering... upon seeing Cook he only smiled and shook his head.
"What did you do now? My, my, I don't think I have ever seen you being stared down by so many marines before, if ever."
Before Cook could open his mouth, Jones holds up his hand, "Easy, how many times do I have say this? I was making a joke, you are so easy to rile up, you know that?"
"May their courageous deeds and honourable death have forever earned them their place in Valhalla, and may they fight well in Ragnarok." Swift added to Balkazar's comments. Swift was some distance away, sat at the bar, but he was looking in the direction of the marines and they could hear him. He turned to face the bar and ordered himself a glass of Blood wine from the barrel Lollock had gotten. Humans could drink at least one before suffering the unfortunate side effects of death so if he had a single glass it wouldn't raise suspicion.
Commander Cook's eyes widened at this. "Really? I... I am honored." He was bowed his head, hoping that Alf would get that this was a sign of honor and respect.
He gave a laugh soon afterwards... I think star fleet fears what it could create with nanites, because an enemy of ours uses them for evil... and well, I think that we are just afraid of what could happen if they went out of control... or at least I would be." He touched the Crystal and smiled... he was wondering how small of a computer he would need to read the data... so he pulled out his science Tricorder and began to see if he could access any of the information... something that Cook was showing now was that if he got any new type of information he would start to try and study it right away... even if the person giving it to him was still in front of him.
"That will not be necessary Morgan, but I appreciate the gesture. It took me along time to get over what the Orion Syndicate did to me and three Kohlinar rites, but that is in the past and it is illogical to dwell on such things, so I apologize."
*Dernok glances at the Vulcan and Klingon that had taken a seat at the bar, and shakes his head.*
"A Vulcan and a Klingon in a Starfleet bar like this. It's a crazy station."
*goes behind the counter and hands Mike a Guinness*
Nay Lad, I don't plan to either, those type places hold no intrest for me, none at all, why I'd rather be digging in some back water planet for arifacts first. yep history holds my fancy Enoch.
Cook turned around and smiled, a faint yet sad one. he motions to a stool and sits on the other one. "It's a little long, so I hope you are ready to listen to a long one."
Smith walked over to Cook and rubbed his head and whiskers agianst his hand.
"I was a Cadet, no older then I think then 18... it has been such a long time ago....." He then shakes his head.
"I was on a training mission, my dad was captain of a ship, we were doing reutine patrol when we were called to sector Wolf three five nine.... when we got their an entire armada was their waiting, on another ship, though at the time I didn't know this, was Captain Smith." He was looking pale at the moment.
"The battle began, I was in the shuttle at the time and was about to exit when the entire bay was decompressed, I was trapped and through the hole I saw the bottom edge of what is known as a Borg Cube.... I didn't know what it was, but then a green haze formed and shocked and horrified I hide in below the wall of the shuttle, three drones were their, mind you I didn't know what we were up agianst, so I was scared stiff, I still sware that they were going to assimilate me, that is untill they left, I tried contacting the bridge right away, but the cube had left, I got nothing.... THREE DAYS I was on that blasted shuttle, in that time I didn't know a single thing... turns out that the borg assimulated Captain Picard and for the longest time, in fact that is why I came out here, to be away from Picard. But for two years I was at Starfleet Medical, in a deep depression, then, of all things I heard the alarm of Indruder Alert and right away I got ready for the borg, but a cat races to me and hides behind him hissing, another long story short, that cat is Captain Smith and be both pulled each other out of our attidudes, Captain Smith didn't allow anyone near him, and I was deep in mental pain... he and I soon became team mates and when I was finally released, I was given him as a medical medication... at least on offical papers, But I think that they loaned me him to get ride of him... anyway, here I am, happy go lucky, have a good carrer, and only met one spear and three already dead drones, and I am in their backyard." Cook sounded happy now that he had given his story.
but he was drained a little and he sat down, he turned around on the stool and ordered a Sprite. "Good for the stomace I say." he said this to Trian.
Captain Smith only purred and was now in a bundle, hidding his front paws and hind paws, as well as his tail, something that cats seemed to do at times.
Walking into the establishment I find a quiet table at the back of the room from where to watch everyone that was there and watch the door. For the yyoung cadet that I would expect to enter in a short few minutes. At a waiter passed I turned and whispered Romulan Ale. He tried to tell me that it was an illegal drink in the federation, and I turned to tell him that that was only applicable to Human crewmen. Th waiter quickly took another look and said Ah Commander Sitgor I presume I will get that straight away.
hi weasly how it been
"Oh I remember you quite well, Commander Cook." Alf said as he broke off from fighting with Eastwood and headed to the counter with Cook.
"The reclaiming of Dantor is going quite nicely. We have built us a small town out in the trees of Dantor. There much bigger now then they were when we were running all over Dantor. You should see the tree houses we built. Its not technological but some of us want to have a chance to live like our ancestors did. While I on the otherhand am to interested in world of technology now. Too bad your Starfleet hasnt done much research into nanites as you call them. Nanites can be used for alot if you know how to apply them. There very good as a defensive tool. Oh the Avatar told me to give you this." ALF said pulling a crystal from his pouch on his belt.
"I was told to give you this because you earlier mentioned you wish to know more about my race. Or do you not remember that ?. Well the Avatar remembers and he wanted you to have it. It should work with your computers. It just shows what we were working on before our fall and we were forced to retreat to the understone." ALF said in a far away look in his eye.
<Catches the latium peice and started to look at it with a weird look on his face, he then bit into the peice to see if it was edible but jerked his head back in disgust and started to spit out the horrible taste>
"Whats this?" Alf asked as he looked at Cook. "Hmmmmmm, so the borg are a genetically enhanced race that uses micro machines?. Hmmmmmmm, the dominion war must have been bad but good cuz your all still here and so am I." he said smiling with pleasure. "If you didnt win the war you wouldnt be here, nor would you have found my race and I wouldnt be here. So everyone wins right?" Alf said trying to be serious but to no avail.
"I just keep seeing you trying to contain your emotions, I can leave if you need me to."
*Vorak and Kha'Var enter Celtic Corner. He looks around to see if Enoch is anywhere to be seen, but he is unable to locate the man.*
"I cannot see Enoch anywhere. However, the bar personnel may be able to tell when they have seen him last, and under which circumstances. I believe that the human custom is to... sit down, order a drink and start a conversation with the bartender in order to find out the necessary information."
*Vorak sits down at the bar and raises his hand to call someone for service.*
"A Guinness would be fine, thank you."
"Haha, I can only admit I share your passion for history."
*He finishes his glass of kilkenny.*
"So how do you like the food here?"
wow i herd about that battle and from what i heard you are luky to be alive the fleet lost alot of gret people that day
including my brother.
Cook turned around at the sound of a new voice. After hearing his question and looking at the new Cadet. "Of course... sit down and enjoy a good chat. So, your a cadet? I heard rummors that we had a Starfleet Acadamy out here... so, what field are you planning to go into?"
Cook looked really excited at meeting someone starting their Starfleet experiance. Meanwhile Captain Smith a Simese Cat looked like he hadn't heard a single word, but that was untrue he had heard every word spoken so far, he just felt like not commenting about anything as of now.
"Cadet Dicen?" Cook said unsure if he was getting the Cadet's name correct. "How have you been? Are you still in the acadamy?"
Captain Smith only sniffed the air in front of Dicen before flopping onto his side in a lazy manner.
Commander Cook got up and looked at the two whispering men, and shook his head and wondered what high ranking officers talked out in corners. He got a question like feeling from Captain Smith but Cook mentally shook his head, it wouldn't be right. He sighed as Smith looked confused... in mind and on the counter... looked at Alf and seeing that his back was turned realized that he would talk to him soon anyway. "See ya." he then began to walk to the counter, mainly to make sure that Captain Smith didn't get into trouble.
He sighed, he wondered why did Alexia have to tell him about his mother... and now... well, he smiled, at least all he could do was talk to his cat better, he was just happy about that. That way... Captain Smith had to be more sneaky about how to get his way... or more open depending on his mood.
"There is one way to see Alf." Swift said, he had his back to the group that were talking. He was casually leaning back in his chair and soaking up the atmosphere. "You could always buy a dog and try it out, here." He threw a slip of latinum over his head, the piece flew through the air and landed in Alf's hands. Alf didn't need to move at all as Swift had such a precise aim. Being genetically engineered was good for party tricks. "Buy yourself one and try it out. I suggest barbecuing the meat, everything tastes nicer when it's barbecued." He added casually. He was glad he had his back to them as it was hiding his smirk, he wanted people to think it was a cool accident rather then done on purpose.
"That would be illogical Morgan, but I will not lie to you, I have problems associating with my attraction to others."
T'lana closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them again.
"We are usually a private people, we do not tell others of our inner most desires, problems etcetera.
My past is, as you humans say, rocky at best. I was once a slave to the Orion Syndicate, a sex slave. Quark, the Ferengi Bar owner, on Deep Space 9 has a popular holonovel called Vulcan Love Slave 3, the...er...Vulcan is me. Apparently *cough* it is quite popular."
T'lana looked around, hoping no one else in the Celtic Corner, had heard her say that.
*Jasad and Dernok enter Celtic Corner and sit down at the bar. Jasad raises his hand at Ayala and Jarron.*
"One Kanar. And one for him too."
*He points at Dernok next to him.*
"What I have been doing...."
*Jarron turns around and grabs the bottle of whiskey*
"Well I have been dreaming of Risa...as I can remember. I was in the middle of a nice massage when Miss Mirez woke me up. I have no idea of how long I've been sleeping here though...."
*Jarron looks at Ayala as he fills her glass*
"So here it is" *Jarron gives her the drink and fills his glass, he then takes it and brings it to his mouth*
"Can you smell it.....I can tell by the scent if the whiskey is perfect
"
Yes it is Mr. Jarron it is.
Martin digs into the plate with a small bit at first but soon is eating the Haggis a little faster but stll savoring each and every bite of food.
Cook face twitched into a smiled briefly. His voice showing sincerity. "I am sorry to hear that... but don't let the anger eat you away if you do have any, I have made ammends to my past and in fact I hope to one day meet Picard, and apologies for my anger at him, he didn't do it, the Borg stole it from him.
Cook then smiled faintly, "I hope your famaily had his remains recovered, it gives you some type of closer."
HE then looked around and forced a smile, "Come now, let's talk of happier things... so tell me, why did you come out to the edge of known space? For the adventure? or something else?" Cook was trying to talk of something else, he didn't like deawling on the battle at all. But it was nessisary to explain Captain Smith somewhat.
i am going into intel. they opend a new class and everything.
ya im still in the acadamy its been same old same old as for you?
he said thinking about how slow his classes were going.
"Well im sure the Contingent down on Dantor needs a few more officers." he directed the reply to Valory.
"Thats good, Admiral. Would you like to join me and some of the other marines for a beer bye chance?" he said towards Rellek.
"Yes, im afraid I do. But still. Whats strange is im getting mixxed feeling from him. Hes hiding something, afraid of what we would do if anyone found out his secret. I think hes doing what Im doing and keeping his abilities secret." Balkazar whispered to Eastwood.
"How about you my dear? Are you doing well these days?" Morgan said concerned. He kept seeing that flash of emotion.
"Ah yes a nice fire....*nods*. Don't you forget the marsh-mellows!

"
OFF: Did I write that right? Marsh-mellow? Lol :P
"So, Jarron, what about you? How have you been doing?"
*Enoch drinks more from his Kilkenny.*
"Oh, certainly I've been to that store yet! I was there at the opening party. Did you visit the Thong Store yet, Martin?"
i came cuz i wanted to join starfleet and explor the vast unknown and just to let you know i do accep it becase hes not dead he is worse he was assimalated i could tell you the story if you want to here its relly no problem.
occ: sorry for the mestakes
(OFF: I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but it would be a good idea if there were no more telepathy sub-plots, or any other super-characters of that kind.)
(EDIT: Cook and I have discussed the situation, and you've got my green-light to continue.)
Hal began pacing, his metallic feet thudding loudly as he paced back and forth, a certain cadence to his steps.
'No, I dont have a post yet. I hope I get a good one though.'
<Eastwood whispers to Balkazar>
"Sir he kinda reminds me of that thing living under your bed back when we were stationed together back when you were my Platoon leader, you remember that animal you had living there, you called it dobby didnt you"
"I am well, why do you ask?"
T'lana asked him, not sure why he was asking such a question.
T'lana had a past like anyone else, but when she feels for someone, T'lana's past creeps up to haunt her.
*looks at Jarron amusingly while she pours him another drink*
"Didn't I tell you to stay away from the radiation Jarron!" *laughs a bit*
Cook looked at the Marine and then nodded. "Fine he can stay in one of the rooms at the Marine base, but I should warn you, he likes to be feed promtly at 1700 hours. Brushed daily, and feed Data formula 17 for meals... as well as having his commode cleaned out daily at night." Cook having given the Lt. What must have been the strangest set of commands, orders, what have you in the Lt's history so far.
"Now, if you think one of you can do that, I shall come along. Also, do you need any Engineers?" Cook was asking that to try and get back for the joke that Jones had played on him, he smiled at him.
Hello patric, good to see you again. your looking well
<Steps forward, into front>
"Believe me, Commander, those side effects are nasty. I witnessed it first hand, and it's not something I'd like to see again."
Looks up from his drink
"Eh, where'd everyone go? All those officers are gone, and that Doctor-looking guy left to.
"As good as can be expected, I guess." He chuckled a bit. "I finally managed to get the lights in my quarters fixed. That's a proud accomplishment for a doctor, after all."
Admiral Sullivan walks into the Celtic Corner and takes a seat at the bar
<Lt>
"Lets get going." The lt said as he glared at the cat as he turned around and led jones and Cook out the tavern and down onto Dantor.
"Pretty good, Thank you. I heard Balkazar was offered the position of Academy CO? Thats what I was informed of last. Was this changed?"
OOC**Change your avatar to Private. Thrask Fel?. Whats that ?
IC**
<Turns to see who spoke up>
"Hmmmmmm, Mr Spartan? your the fresh meat right?" Balkazar said with a hint of a smile across his face.
"Wow. Does this have a Vortex Drive and a Quantum Singularity as well?" He walked over to take a closer look at the ship. "With this sort of technology, we could completely change how travel is thought of throughout the Federation. I mean, from what you've said, with this ship we can travel from here back to Earth in the Alpha Quadrant in less than four minutes!"
Sarpedon was clearly in awe of the Radiant Thunder just as much as he was the TARDIS.
"I feel your pain Will." **She chuckles as she holds up the padd that she was working on. An then she sets it down and focuses her attention onto Will. As she nurses her drink.** But you're right, it is good to see a friendly face. Outside of work, **She was sick and tired of reports. She wanted some conversation completely unrelated to Starfleet, the Borg, Heraani, or caualty reports.** "How have things been for you?"