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Post by Absinthe on Apr 29, 2019 5:36:03 GMT
[ L'thm K'vai T'Lem | Sickbay | NX-04 Discovery | Earth Drydock 2 ] attn: multificionado " Ah yes," T'Lem said with a nervous smile. She moved to gently press the probe against the woman's hip, getting a deep tissue scan and a bone density scan, as well as another dozen or so readings. " It is routine, but usually people wait to do it until the doctor tells them to." " So, do you have any previous medical conditions I should know about?" T'Lem asked as she began to upload the scan onto the main medical computer for analysis. " Any aches, pains, burning, or itching we should take a look at while you are here?" She smiled helpfully. She was relaxing a little now, doing her best to not focus too much of the figure of the woman and instead on the task of the medical scans. " I don't think we need to do a full body scan right now, but the Chief Medical Officer might want one form each crew member later, just so you know."
[ Olivia Saugn | Sensor Control | NX-04 Discovery | Earth Drydock 2 ] attn: brutus " Unfortunately, I doubt it is possible to totally expunge such an organization. I think they'll linger about until people get more used to this new era of multiple species interacting. It's a lot of change for some people. In less than a hundred years we've gone from a single planet barely sustaining itself to a leader in a major political power in this part of the galaxy. There are still parts of Earth where you can find the marks of the last world war," Olivia replied. She was not from Earth, but she had spent time wandering it, she knew it well enough. Change always came hard, she knew that too. In some ways, she could understand what John Paxton had been trying to do, but in the end, he had gone about making his point all wrong, and she wasn't certain it was the right point to be made. " And John Paxton is far from dead, he's still publishing things, even from his prison cell," Olivia went on, not sure how much the young redhead knew about the situation. She knew she had to maintain a hardline stance on the issue, even if she thought it was far too complicated to simply dismiss it. Starfleet had an official policy against Terra Prime and she would follow it. " I'd be surprised if there wasn't anyone in Starfleet reading that trash." She gave the younger woman a world-weary smile. " I guess we can't force anyone to do or think what we want, so I'm not the sort to outright ban any literature on my ship, I have always thought there are some ideas too dangerous to let fester in the dark. They need to be dragged into the light and exposed. Terra Prime only got where it was because Starfleet pretended they didn't exist after the Xindi Incident and let them fester without challenge. It was easier I guess. And even know they seem to want to say it's all in the past." Olivia frowned. " I hope we can avoid the issue, but I know the wound runs deep in a lot of the crew. Even the name of their species, Xindi, makes some react negatively. We must be careful."
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Post by brutus on Apr 30, 2019 14:00:49 GMT
[ Ens. Cara Siobhan Ross | NX-04 Discovery | Earth Drydock 2 ] Attn: Absinthe Commander Saugn was more right than she herself knew, in regards to the prevalence of Terra Prime in the service to Starfleet. Cara was aware that the movement was not quite as dead as some might like. She had heard an echo of these words before, but as if from a twisted mirror, or corrupted audio file. The statement was roughly the same, but the intent behind the words in her memory were different. The tone of someone harkening back to glory days, to when the world 'made more sense,' or when people 'had the right kind of priorities.' She could hear, in that deep brouge, "Ah place fer oose, and ah place fer 'dem. Ahn Fook Dem."Shaking off the flashes of memory, the smile fell further and further from Cara's features. "Ah cannae stop others from thinkin' thoughts ah disagree with. Nor can Ah stop Paxton from floughtin' his ideals aboot. Tha's th'hazzard of ah free society, ah suppose." She admired Olivia's decisions not to filter the materials that her crew read and consumed. She could have. Earth was a free society, and while Starfleet clung to the ideals that it was an exploratory force more akin to the old NASA Space Program than the more militaristic MACO's, even NASA astronauts, history told her, were Air Force officers. The 'Fleet had stricter rules than civilians, a chain of command. Olivia Saugn could have banned just about any material on her vessel, and the admiralty would have backed her all the way. And Cara knew better than most that Paxton's followers were far from gone. Many a man and woman had read his most recent publication, 'Behind the walls of Alien Justice'. That a man so charismatic and brilliant could be so angry and hateful, and yet so very convincing had left the redhead realing when she'd read the collected essays. It reminded Cara that in ancient Myth, the demons were often as naught beautiful, and not wearing visible horns. This was a fact she was not going to reveal to the striking woman who shared the sensor room with her that day. Shrugging her shoulders gently, Cara concluded, "The Xindi especially draw hate from plenty o'humans to this day, Cap'n. Ah saw more than mah fair share o'that ah the ahcademy. Ah'm sad t'say, from instructor and student ahlike. Th'scars o'the Xindi attack 'ere far fresher than those of World War Three. m'am. Tha's a wound ah dinnea know 'ow long will take t'heal. As ya say, the best we can do is try t'set a good example, and not broadcast some o'our more...controversial upgrades." She wanted this assignment to work, and hoped like hell she'd said the right things. It was funny to her, but already she didn't want to let this woman down.
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Post by Absinthe on May 7, 2019 5:54:51 GMT
[ Olivia Saugn | Sensor Control | NX-04 Discovery | Earth Drydock 2 ] attn: brutus Watching the other Woman's reaction made Olivia smile. It was clear to her something was left unsaid, that was the way of things like that. Everyone knew someone who had fallen into the trap of blaming a whole group for the actions of a few. It was an easy trap to fall into. She wondered how long it would be after the war before anyone dared trust a Romulan, or if it would be the same issue in a hundred years, that people who even looked Romulan in some way would get the same sort of hate Terra Prime had thrived on. How long would the Romulan's be there enemy after the war ended? What would a real peace cost? She could feel the growing resentment, though it had lessened for life not native to Earth in general, there was a high animosity against the Romulans. The war had not allowed visual confirmation of much and there was little by way of debris from the destroyed ships. The Romulans were quickly becoming a faceless enemy, and it was easy to hate a faceless enemy. They were distant and seemed hellbent on doing as much damage to humanity and their allies as possible for reasons no one really understood. " Well, enough of this grim discussion," Olivia said wishing to move on. " I need to take care of about a dozen more things before we can launch, but I would enjoy having you join me for lunch. Hopefully, it will be about noon today. We leave in about an hour, but it will take a while to reach what I hear is being called Archer IV. Plenty of time to have a good meal, and then some." She offered the other woman a smile and did her best to not make the offer seem too sordid. She was already fucked in the head from the various chemicals still floating in her brain, so she wasn't certain how much she could trust her more lustful instincts. But it was good to have a working relationship with all of the bridge crew. " That's the straight line shot anyway. There will be very little in our path there, so not much to explore. With any luck, it will be smooth sailing."
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Post by brutus on May 7, 2019 18:42:26 GMT
[ Ens. Cara Siobhan Ross | NX-04 Discovery | Earth Drydock 2 ] Attn: Absinthe Ah cannnae exactly blame 'er fer wantin'ta change the topic, Cara thought with a moment of relief. It was a brief thing, a calm fluttering across her soul before she realized she'd just been invited to join her Captain for lunch in a few hours time. Her eyes went wide at that, the suddenness of the invitation catching her off guard. It wasn't that Cara thought she'd made a poor first impression. On the contrary, she though that despite her tendency to ramble on, she'd done an admirable job thus far. But she had assumed that Cmdr. Saugn would have far more new crew to meet with, and she hardly thought that a lowly Ensign such as herself would merritt more time on the first day. Even given that she was in charge of the whole Science department. She found the prospect a tad overwhelming, and outright flattering, that the Captain would want to spend more time with her, when surly there were many other duties that required her attention that might prevent her from taking a reasonable lunch break. This was the maiden voyage of the refit Discovery after all. "Ah'd be delighted t'join ye, Cap'n," Cara quickly confirmed. Deelighted ahnd ah wee bit intimidated if we're t'be honest wit ourselves she silently confessed. There was every chance, of course, that Lunch would not be a private affair between the two officers. There was every chance, the young Miss Ross realized, that as their commanding officer, Olivia might be rounding up her senior staff for a meet and greet dining experience. Ah dinnnae know which Ah'd rather it be, she had to acknowledge. It was only at that point that she realized she was beaming, with a silly, wide grin on her face at either prospect. Swallowing and dialing down her brightness a tad, she rocked back on her heels again like the eager young woman she was. "If th'flight t'this Archer IV is as long as yee say, it'll be a good time t;give the sensors a working over. Wee bit of an in-flight shake down, if ye will allow?" Satisfied that her Captain had no issues there, Cara stood up a little straighter. "Ah think ah'll poke around the ship a wee bit more, in tha;case, Cap'n. Ah'll see yee on the bridge when we depart in ahn hour. And Lunch aht noon, aye ma'am"
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Post by multificionado on May 8, 2019 13:37:37 GMT
[Sergeant Raquel Ruiz | Sickbay | Starship Discovery NX-04 | Earth Drydock 2]
Raquel merely shrugged.
“Not really, senora,” she said. “No conditions, no pain, no aches, burns or itches.”
Once she’s done, she stood and put her clothes back on.
“Yeah, I imagine so, all the doctors want that. Sometimes when we’re wearing out skins,” she added humorously. “I best be off. Adios.”
[Sergeant Raquel Ruiz | MACO Unit | Starship Discovery NX-04 | Earth Drydock 2]
Upon returning to the MACO unit, Raquel inspected the locker again, and now that she could see things were in order, she headed back for the Major’s office.
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Post by Absinthe on May 11, 2019 5:48:15 GMT
[ Olivia Saugn | Sensor Control -> Corridor | NX-04 Discovery | Earth Drydock 2 ] attn: brutus " I'll see you then," Olivia said with as close to a relaxed smile as she could manage. And then she turned and exited the sensor control room, pausing just outside the room to take a deep breath and try and calm herself. Whatever the sex pills were that she had popped so few hours before, she cursed them silently. She was held together at that point more by a sheer force of will than anything else. Her panties were sodden and she was amazed the young ensign had not smelled it on her. Fuck, it was going to be a rough day until the drugs wore off and she could feel normal once more. She made her way down the corridor and back to the lift, she needed to get to her ready room and get more paperwork done. There were more than a couple transfer orders to be gone over and signed. Some part of her wanted to swing by her quarters and rub one out in the shower for at least some relief, but she didn't have time for that. She had work to do, way too much fucking work. --- [ Anson Claudius | NX-04 Discovery | Earth Drydock 2 ] attn: multificionado Like the CO of the ship, as CO of the MACO unit on it, Anson had a fat stack of transfer orders to go through and sign off on. The rush to get ready meant that he had to lock in his picks for his team far quicker than he liked and he worried personality clashes would become commonplace. Hell, it wasn't like they weren't on every other ship. He'd served with enough stuck up assholes and dumb fucks to know, personal clashes were inevitable. It's why he kept numerous pairs of boxing gloves on hand all the time. He figured the ring was the best place to burn off that hostility. And punching a guy in the face was much more acceptable if you were both wearing gloves and in the ring. He smiled when Raquel walked back into his office. " Guid tae see ye back," he said leaning back in his chair and stretching his shoulders. It had been longer than he had expected, but they weren't in such a rush he felt the need to call it out. " What was th' weapons locker loch? Up tae yer standards?"
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Post by multificionado on May 11, 2019 16:26:48 GMT
[Sergeant Raquel Ruiz | MACO Unit | Starship Discovery NX-04 | Earth Drydock 2] attn: Absinthe
Up to my standards? thought Raquel wryly. One more understatement of the century, pendejo.
“Up to my standards and more,” reported Raquel. “We’re loaded for bear for the most part. Our usual ammunition and weaponry has been replenished, and we have a wide variety of other selections as well. We got a wider selection of grenades, thrice the usual amount we normally carry. We got detonators, sniper scopes, some bazookas, even a couple of the new high energy phase rifles. I practically swept through it twice to make sure I didn’t miss it, and there they were. With all that now ordinance and arms, the only thing that would pack more punch than everything combined would be photonic torpedoes. I think the jefes want us to be sure we don’t go through something like the last few months. Might seem like overkill, but I guess when it comes to war, overkill helps.”
She wasn’t kidding; she did see the high energy phase rifles, which was another reason why she made a second look. Sure enough, there they were. Big and beefy and looking like they can pack a whallop as much as Gatling guns can.
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Post by brutus on May 13, 2019 13:08:45 GMT
[ Ens. Cara Siobhan Ross | NX-04 Discovery | Earth Drydock 2 ] Attn: Absinthe She held her smile in check until after the commander left the sensor room, the door sliding shut in the tall woman’s wake, a pair of bright green eyes following every step until Oliva Saugn vanished. And then Cara's face lit back up and she did a small dance, right there, surrounded by high tech equipment displays. She spun about, raised her hands above her head and let out a muffled woop as pent up emotion spilled over. To call her excited would be something of an understatement. Dizzy now, she spun a bit more and then slumped down against the side of a console, sinking to the deck with her left leg shot out straight in front of her. She lay her head back, looking up at the ceiling, the wires and pipes criss crossing it, and the lights and shadows that played about from various monitors. Giggling, Cara managed to reproach herself, "yer like a wee bloody school girl wit her first crush, ye git." This just set her laughing all the more, before she forced herself to take a few calming breaths. She popped the buttons on her collar down a few, exposing some sun kissed skin from her aborted lake trip, and fanned herself, despite the chill in the air of the temperature controlled sensor room. "Shsh now lass. Get a'hol o'yerself. Ye've got work tae do before yer due on the bridge. Ahn as much fun as tis to speculate aboot a lunch wit th'Cap'n -" and she was speculating, though more in the childish sort of pretend where the setting wasn't a ward room, but a particular cafe she had frequented in San Francisco - "ye really do need to get yer walkaboot in. Ye've got an hour to get to yer station. Ahn ye probably need t'schedule ah meeting wit yer staff for some time af'ter launch. No rest for the wicked - or the smitten," she said with another relieved giggle. Between her excitement over the new post, her nerves about meeting her CO, the prospects of lunch, and the concerns about anti-alien resentment and sympathy towards John Paxton...Cara was downright giddy as stress bled off. She was still giggling slightly as she skipped away from the sensor suite, having petted one of the more outlandish looking displays on the way out the door.
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Post by Absinthe on May 16, 2019 5:59:13 GMT
[ Anson Claudius | NX-04 Discovery | Earth Drydock 2 ] attn: multificionado " Weel, th' lest hin' Ah want is tae donner intae battle wi' nae enaw weapons tae gang aroond," Anson said with a smile as he shifted to lean more on his right side. He snatched a PADD from his desk and tapped in a few keys. " Ah cannae say we hae anythin' onie other ship ay uir class doesnae hae. Most MACO teams ur startin' tae request mair an' mair tech an' it looks loch th' guid fowk at MACO HQ engineerin' ur pumpin' it mair an' mair upgrades. Next hin' ye ken we'll be given pooch nuclear weapons." He chuckled a little after he said the last bit. He was only joking about that bit, but he had heard rumors. Rumors that some screwheads in HQ were considering it. Nuclear weapons were being considered for the conflict with the Romulans. The idea was insane, they were perhaps one of Earth's most brutal weapons. He disliked the idea of using them in any capacity, but he would do his job.
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Post by multificionado on May 16, 2019 12:57:42 GMT
[Sergeant Raquel Ruiz | MACO Unit | Starship Discovery NX-04 | Earth Drydock 2] attn: Absinthe
Raquel nodded in agreement. Now that she had thought about it, she did hear something similar. All MACO units were getting geared up for the war, getting so heavily armed, the only thing missing from their arsenal is nukes. Made sense, they’d need all the teeth they needed against these Romulan cabrones.
She wouldn’t be surprised if they started because Discovery’s struggle of survival after their confrontation with the Romulans all those months ago.
“It’s war, Major,” she replied. “Besides, it wouldn’t surprise me if that happened. Anything else you wish of me, Major?”
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Post by Absinthe on May 21, 2019 4:42:55 GMT
[ Anson Claudius | NX-04 Discovery | Earth Drydock 2 ] attn: multificionado He frowned at that. It was war, but putting it so bluntly struck him as wrong. He was a soldier and he would do his job, but it still felt wrong to simply say that it was war. It was a misunderstanding that had come to blows. Some had died, but if they began to look at things simply, Claudius knew it would not be long until the Romulans were simply a hated enemy and nothing more. " Yeah, Ah guess it is. Baith sides losin' fowk left an' reit," he said bitterly, doing his best to contain any sign of his frustrations. Almost on cue Duke lifted his massive furry head and looked over at his master. Somehow Duke knew when Anson was in a mood. He looked to the intruder and wondered if it was this strange female that was upsetting his master. He considered getting up and smelling her to see if she was a threat, but that tended to go badly, leading to more people upset. " Wi' onie luck, we willnae see those damn things pit oan thes ship. Th' lest hin' we need is a weapon 'at unstable next tae th' photonic torpedoes. It'd be feckin' glaikit."
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Post by multificionado on May 23, 2019 22:30:59 GMT
[Sergeant Raquel Ruiz | MACO Unit | Starship Discovery NX-04 | Space Dock]
Raquel scowled at Major Claudius. She can hardly understand him at the best of times. And the dog was looking at her. Like it was torn between defending its jefe and taking a sniff at her. She focused on the Major instead of the dog because he at least he can respond back.
“You have a point, Major,” she replied. “Fortunately, I didn’t find any nukes during my inspection.”
It was true; she didn’t. Besides, nukes belonged in a starship’s launchers, not an armory.
“Anything else you wish of me?” she asked, personally hoping she’s dismissed.
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Post by Absinthe on May 26, 2019 5:48:02 GMT
[ Anson Claudius | NX-04 Discovery | Earth Drydock 2 ] attn: multificionado " Indeed, Ah willnae lit anee a those oan onie ship aam oan unless th' order comes doon th' Maco Chief ay Staff, ur at leest someain wi' fower feckin' stars oan their collar," Anson said sounding quite a bit frustrated. He was already up to his neck in forms to get the standard issue weapons and a handful of more powerful ones. He couldn't imagine the forms it would take to get one of those things released into his care. He did not want it. " Nah, micht an aw catch an early lunch. Ah hear we're plannin' tae launch suin. Micht be worth watchin' frae th' mess," he said as he reached into his drawer and pulled out a dog treat. Duke's head raised as he heard the drawer open and when he saw the treat he pulled himself to his feet and gave his old body a shake. Duke was no puppy, not even really an adult dog, he was an old boy, but he still had more than a little life left in him. " Catch," he said and tossed the treat to the woman. " Yoo've dain weel, noo gie th' guid loon a treat afair ye buck aff."
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Post by multificionado on May 27, 2019 14:18:53 GMT
[Sergeant Raquel Ruiz | MACO Unit | Starship Discovery NX-04 | Earth Drydock 2] attn: Absinthe
Raquel pursed her lips at being handed a treat. Either the Major’s mind was slipping or he wanted her to feed the dog. More likely the latter; if it was the former, it’d be a wonder how he made it into the MACOs, let alone made Major.
But what choice did she have?
She knelt and handed the treat to the lazy mutt, still scowling at him. Partly because she didn’t like it, partly because she was disappointed in it, and partly, in the back of her mind, she was a little scared it would bite her hand off along with the treat. But all the dog regarded her a moment and then accepted the treat, practically not making an effort to move.
After that, assuming she was dismissed, she left the door and headed for the gym for a workout.
[Lieutenant Gideon Drake | Drake Hall | The North | United Kingdom | Earth]
Gideon was roused from his rest by a beeping noise. He blinked awake and noticed that leave was cancelled. He was due back on the Discovery.
Part of him didn’t want to leave his bed, let alone Drake Hall. He still had nightmares about it. He kept beating himself up in his mind about it. If he had been faster, he wouldn’t have let Discovery be beat up as it was.
As such, he practically didn’t leave Drake Hall throughout his leave. He found comfort in luxury and in women for the most part of his leave.
But then he realized there had to come a time when he’d have to go back. He was the one of the best pilots in Starfleet, matched in skill only by Travis Mayweather. Not to mention that he thought back to what his uncle, Lord Boothby Drake, had told him in the hospital after his first crash.
“You crash-land, you get in the next craft you see and get your arse back in the air. Otherwise, too much time goes by and you don’t, you become afraid to fly.”
Those words always comforted Gideon ever since, but he was so rattled from those months before he helped Discovery limp back to Earth, he suddenly remembered those words. He knew what he had to do. If he didn’t go back, he’d remain grounded permanently.
He whipped himself out of bed and dressed, kissing his date, the latest in a series of women he found comfort in, a kiss goodbye. Of course, she’s not likely to follow up on him. They all never did. Most likely they’d expect them not to come back, now that war is underway with the Romulans.
Gideon left his bedroom, his comfortable bedroom, and looking around the luxurious halls of Drake Hall, he never looked back.
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