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Post by multificionado on Dec 5, 2019 16:48:03 GMT
 Acting Captain’s Starlog, September 1, 2157,
The first tests at impulse speeds from Discovery, after months of refitting, appear to be successful, due to the pergium enhancements from Mister Gecht, the engineering specialist. While people weren’t expecting a departure so soon, it is imperative, given what’s occurring at Archer IV.
Our initial crew compliment, however, isn’t entirely complete. Our new, albeit temporary, chief medical and armory officers are still on apparent leave. Well, at least they’re sure to expect it. I was informed that they were to be found at the Hestia colony in the asteroid belt, and intending to spend the rest of their leave before assuming duty. I’ve informed the hospital ship Elizabeth Blackwell to meet us there, given she’s dropping off Doctor Xander Minos, the new chief medical officer, at the colony, and we’ll meet up with his sister, Petra Minos, the new armory officer, down at the colony.
Naturally, it’s understandable if things are feeling subdued, due to the recent loss of Galorndon Core. In any case, hopefully where Enterprise and the A.G. Robinson had failed, Discovery will succeed, especially with its new enhancements.
[Commander Olivé Saugn | Bridge | Deck One | Starship Discovery NX-04] attn: Brutus
“Standard orbit around Vesta, Mister Drake,” said Olivé as she took in the approaching asteroid Vesta and the Daedelus-class hospital ship. Though more at the asteroid where the mining base is.
She could understand if life on a mining colony was not too different from her old life on her father’s cargo ship Logan’s Run. She was also born in space, but at least she was mobile.
She thought back to the history of the Hestia colony. She remembered that within two decades of First Contact and the initial meeting with the Vulcans, humanity was encouraged to begin setting out to see what space was like. Old plans intended to mine asteroids for wealth suddenly became lucrative. The Greek Consortium was among those interested individuals to set off, like the 49ers abandoning the comfortable east to mine gold in California. Like the gold rushes of 1849 and the Yukon, to name a few gold rushes, it was the result of when a split asteroid was discovered to contain gold. Using the new propulsion means and the slight warp capabilities, courtesy of Zefram Cochrane, humans had begun mining ever since. The Greek Consortium was the biggest and most influential, and they established their base colony on the asteroid Vesta, and named it Hestia. It was fitting, in that both Hestia and Vesta, virtually one and the same goddess of mythology, was the goddess of the hearth, and it meant home. And home it was, as the colony flourished and expanded. Such people were referred to as “Belters,” fittingly enough, having spent their life among the Asteroid Belt for mining.
As the years passed, people grew less and less interested in mining for wealth and more and more interested in mining for other, more viable materials, notably materials needed in the construction of starships and stations. For humanity was eager for the stars, and thus ships were required. Nobody was bothered that materials would eventually be mined out, for there was plenty to be found among the asteroids.
Olivé could understand that entirely. However, the stars called to her, and she spent her life through the stars. The Logan’s Run even made trips to Hestia at times, so dropping by the colony seemed like some nostalgia to her.
“Ensign T’Mil, hail the Blackwell,” Olivé ordered. First things first, the doctor. “S.S. Elizabeth Blackwell, this is Commander Saugn of Discovery. Sorry to surprise you. Last minute orders. Discovery’s to move out and I understand Doctor Minos is aboard?”
==OOC Note: Feel free to NPC the Blackwell’s captain, brutus, but other than that, feel free with Xander. ==
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Post by brutus on Dec 5, 2019 21:04:52 GMT
[ Captain Sullivan Quinn | Bridge | Deck 1 | SS Elizabeth Blackwell ] attn:admin
Captain Sullivan 'Sully' Quinn sat in the center seat on the bridge of the SS Blackwell with his long hair tied neatly in a braid that fell down the back of his neck, and then hung loosely over his left shoulder. When the call had come in from the Discovery his eyebrows had shot up high on his forehead in surprise. They weren't expecting to hear from the ship for a few days yet. Part of why they were in the SOL System was crew transfer, and one of his doctors was going aboard the recently refit NX class. But that was, at least according to his orders, days away. They were here to drop Xander off at home, the rock hurtling through space below them, before proceeding further in system to Earth and its Orbital shipyards for repairs and resupply. Having the Discovery drop in on him was an unexpected surprise.
He gestured to the comms officer, one of the few on the ship not assigned to work under Sully's wife, the CMO and mission lead, to open the channel. The always unconventional Olivé Saugn appeared on screen, as the broad shouldered Captain leaned forward, resting his hands on his knees. "Olivé. Always a pleasure," he said to the commander that was centered on the display at the front of the bridge, in his flat, Midwestern tones. "Nice to see your ship out of space dock. Congratulations, you look to be ahead of schedule. Especially if they're bumping you out onto active service already." From the reports he'd read, the senior captain had been kept up to date about ship deployment schedules.
There was plenty of small talk that he might have otherwise dove into, but he could tell that the other ship's captain was in something of a rush. Instead, he smiled and said, "It sounds like we'll have to skip the pleasantries. No dinner with Michaela and myself this time around. Xander is off duty and should be packing to go home. I'm sure he'll be sad to miss his time on Vesta." Turning in his chair, he nodded to his comms officer to have Xander report for disembarking the ship. Then, to Olivé, he suggested. "If you pull along side we can extend the docking collar and I'll send Dr. Minos over that way. Safer than those bloody transporters, and quicker than spinning up a shuttle pod. Unless you want him somewhere else?"
[ Dr. Xander Minos | Personal Quarters | Deck 3 | SS Elizabeth Blackwell ]
Meanwhile, Xander stood in his cramped quarters, in the black shirt and blue trousers normally worn under the jumpsuits that made up a Starfleet uniform. He had his sleeves rolled up, and his hands on his hips, doing a last visual inspection of the room that had been his home for the last two years. And then over to the jumpsuit, jacket, that bore the updated rank pips that Captain Quinn had presented him with the day prior, before they'd arrived in system at a small ceremony. Sully had insisted on conducting the promotion ceremony before sending Xander off on a few days leave. The man felt it only right that he give the new rank pip out, and not the Doctors new CO.
Shaking his head, Xander turned to grab one last book - a physical copy, ancient, of Grey's Anatomy, that had been a gift he'd received when he left Lily Sloane Memorial years ago for his next assignment - when the comms buzzed in forming him that he was to report to the airlock on deck 7 to transfer immediately to the Discovery.
"ti skatá?" He muttered, then asked for a confirmation. The captain's voice came back over the comm.
"Sorry doctor Minos. It looks like shore leave is canceled. Your new ride's shown up to get you early. She's shipping out to Archer IV and so are you." Sully had been given a bit more details. The voice rolled on, " Can you be there in five minutes?" It was phrased as a question, but Xander knew it was an order. Sighing, the younger man nodded. Not that anyone could see.
"Aye, Captain. I'll be there. Just a last sweep of the room anyway." If only the other ship had shown up half an hour later, he would have already been down on Hestia. Not that this was such an improvement. Hestia was a shit hole as far as he was concerned. But it would have been a bit harder to find him and shift him out of whatever he'd gotten up to. Sighing again, the doctor zipped his bag up - book carefully wrapped - and moved to put his uniform back on. One last look at the tiny space, one more shake of the head, and Xander turned his back, leaving the room, and heading to meet up with Captain Quinn. Even as he moved down the corridor to the lift, he could feel the ship shudder as the docking collar connected and the sealed transfer tube deployed, 5 decks below in the secondary hull.
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Post by multificionado on Dec 6, 2019 18:41:40 GMT
[Commander Olivé Saugn | Bridge | Deck One | Starship Discovery NX-04] attn: brutus “The docking collar is fine with me, Captain,” said Olivé. She figured on docking with the ship anyway; the transporters were still not functioning, according to Mister Bronson. “Saugn out.” Turning to her helmsman, she ordered, “Mister Drake, bring us into docking position and prepare to receive the Blackwell’s docking ring. I will be meeting our new doctor at the airlock.” [Commander Olivé Saugn | Airlock | Deck Five | Starship Discovery NX-04] Within moments, Olivé was at the airlock, just in time to see the docking ring extending toward it. She was glad to have some new blood aboard Discovery. Particularly a new chief armory officer and a chief medical officer. She never forgot the dead bodies of the previous chiefs, along with Captain Curtis. No more so than with Doctor Hillard and Lieutenant Kellaway, the previous CMO and armory officer, respectively. She remembered having to deliver the news of their deaths to their respective families, thinking that the Romulans made Hillard’s family headed by a widow, and Kellaway’s a widower, that neither father nor mother would be back. She couldn’t help but look around as she made her way to the airlock to meet Doctor Minos. She had grown used to the ruined corridors, the fires looking like impromptu torches, the piles of rubble, the sparkling cables, and the occasional body pinned under debris, dead or wounded. The weeks after that battle with the Romulans had left her, along with what’s left of the crew, scarred, in a way. The weeks of limping back to Earth, with the uncertainty that at any moment, a bird-of-prey would decloak and finish them off. The burden of having to take command, trying to keep the whole sucking ship afloat, having to memorialize the whole third of the crew who had been killed in the battle or with the various accidents after dragging the ship back…the guys at space dock, along with the Chelons of the Rigel system did a good job with sorting out the mess. Now there’s almost no indication of the damage around the ship. And it wasn’t just what was fixed, but what was added. An additional five decks, dual phase cannons and turrets from the Andorians, armored plating from the Tellarites, shields from the Vulcans…and the new engine systems contributed from the Chelons, particularly Gecht. Olivé hardly recognized Discovery anymore. Some new people will definitely do this ship some good, thought Olivé. Maybe their contributions and the new systems will ensure we’ll have better success in this war. |
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Post by brutus on Dec 11, 2019 15:52:00 GMT
[ Captain Sullivan Quinn | Bridge | Deck 1 | SS Elizabeth Blackwell ]
Cpt. Quinn was there when the recently promoted Lieutenant arrived at the docking port. A light on the door flashed to show that a connection was being made, mating the Blackwell with the Discovery and ensuring that a stable atmosphere existed in the small space between the two space going vessels. Xander had schooled his features as he came around the corner and saw the long haired human male standing there with his arms crossed over his shoulders and a smile on his face. Nodding a greeting, Xander increased his pace, then came to a stop, and full attention, in front of the captain. "Sir."
"Ease up, Doctor. This isn't a cadet review,". As he spoke, from behind him another figure joined - Dr Michaela Quinn, Commander, MD, Mission lead for the Blackwell, and wife of the ship Captain. Xanders former boss. She eschewed formality, walked right past Sullivan without a word and folded the stiff standing Xander into a hug. While the husband of the partnership was taller than Xander, the wife, his now former superior, was shorter and had to reach up. Startled, Xander gently hugged her back, before she took a step, gripping his arms and smiling up at him. "The Discovery is a lucky ship, to get you, Xander. We're going to miss you."
"She's right. This is a big step for you, but you've been a stellar member of this crew, Dr. Minos." as gregarious as Sullivan was, he wasn't usually this easy going with junior officers, especially those under his wife's supervision. He held out his hand as Michaela stepped back, and Xander slowly shook it. The Greek Belter wasn't used to this sort of thing, and it showed; a faint blush in the cheeks, the way he swallowed his first words and nodded, and the soft tone in his response, a simple, but heart felt, "Thank you, both of you."
A beeping noise interrupted, letting the trio know that the Discovery's ship master waited to receive her new doctor. Clapping the younger man on the shoulder, Quinn moved and pressed the button to open the Blackwell's airlock door, which slid with a soft hiss. A chill filled the corridor immediately around them, but swiftly dissipated as the air from the two ships intermingled. There on the other side was Commander Olivié Saugn. Stepping forward, Quinn extended his hand. "Commander." he used her rank as she was technically on his ship now, and not hers, "I'm sorry we don't have time for lunch. You remember my wife, Michaela." he gestured to Dr. Quinn, and then, to Dr. Minos, "And here is the surgeon you're pilfering from us."
"Ma'am," Xander said, standing straighter, in a military parade rest, hands clasped behind his back, the duffel bag with his possessions on the floor by his feet. His eyes swept over the other woman, Commander Olivié Saugn. Having reviewed her file briefly when looking for a transfer, Xander was still surprised by how little she met his expectations. Knowing someone was taller than you in the academic sense, and then seeing her in the flesh was something else entirely. Xander wasn't exactly short (he was in fact, the statistical average height for men, if a little short by Belter standards), but Saugn was taller even than Captain Sullivan, if only by an inch. His gaze swept up, and up, across her frame, eventually holding her own eyes with his. The tattoo work on the shaved portion of her head drew a subtle glance as well. Not something he was used to seeing. To an extent, it reminded him of his sister. To an extent.
Well, this should prove an interesting posting...
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Post by multificionado on Dec 11, 2019 22:56:19 GMT
[Commander Olivié Saugn | Airlock | Deck Five | Starship Discovery NX-04] attn: brutus Olivié took in the ship’s new doctor with intrigue. For a boyish, gentle face, Doctor Minos looked like he had lived rough, given his fuzz. She was very sure she saw a tattoo on his neck. Very small, but no use to try to see it up close without making it feel awkward. However, the eyes told it all. Much as he had rough roots, he had the sort of eyes expected in a good doctor. Olivié took Captain Quinn’s hand for a shake and nodded courteously. “Captain,” she said. “I totally understand. In fact, a lot of us commanding officers probably won’t have time for social calls, not with this war on. “ Turning to Doctor Minos she said, “Doctor, I believe your sister might be expecting the both of us down at Hestia. The captain of the Starship A.G. Robinson informed me that they dropped her off here en route to Earth for repairs after that battle with the Romulans at Golorndon Core. She told him to tell me that she’s waiting for the both of us, me because I’m her new commanding officer, and you because apparently, she hasn’t seen her twin brother in a long time.” She had looked up the personnel files of both the twins and discovered they were both from Hestia, though they never served together…until now. Olivié will handle the sister when the time came, and hopefully there wouldn’t be any trouble. |
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Post by brutus on Dec 12, 2019 15:54:52 GMT
[ Dr. Xander Minos, LT. | Transfer airlock | Deck 7 | SS Elizabeth Blackwell ]
Xander took the news about his sister in stride, finding himself unsurprised by the message that had been delivered by the tall stranger now appraising him as he in turn appraised her. For a moment, he wondered how Petra would handle their new CO; and not for the first time wondered at her machinations in arranging to be on the shape ship as him. For the last decade, the twins had seen each other only in passing, when their postings were in the same system, or within close enough range of a port of call that shore leave would work out. And not at all, since the war broke.
Is it a familial desire to reconnect, or is something else at play? The thoughts flitted across his mind as he outwardly shrugged. "I guess you will get a front row seat to a family reunion. She didn't happen to say where she was, down on Hestia, did she?" Xander had some faint notions, but Petra had not yet informed him where she was. He'd intended to depart the ship and make his way to their fathers residence. From there, he assumed that Petra would have found him. Now, as he listened to his new boss, it sounded like he would have to go hunting for her.
As if reading his mind, Captain Quinn clapped him on the back, saying "Happy Hunting, Doctor. Get off my ship and get to it. There's a war on." That was as close a formal 'Permission to disembark' that Xander was going to get. Sullivan had already said the real good bye before they’d opened the airlocks between the two ships, as had the good Dr. Quinn. There really wasn’t anything else to be said. A ghost of a smile flashed over his face before he pulled it back in and nodded at the Captain and his wife.
"Aye sir, ma'am," he addressed them both. Turning to Saugn, he asked, "Permission to board, Commander? And do I have time to drop my bag off?"
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Post by multificionado on Dec 12, 2019 19:29:13 GMT
[Commander Olivié Saugn | Airlock | Deck Five | Starship Discovery NX-04] attn: brutus “Permission granted, Doctor,” said Olivié. “And, yes, you do. The officer quarters are on the same deck; yours is the closest to Sickbay, in the event of off-duty emergencies. I expect you at the launch bay in half an hour, of course; our transporters are still not functional, we’ll take a shuttlepod down to Hestia to meet your sister. The launch bay is on the same deck, of course, at the other end of the saucer section opposite the officer quarters. “Oh, and your sister didn’t say where on Hestia she was,” Olivié added, “the Captain of the Robinson didn’t tell me where she’s going to be. Although he did hint that she always liked to be around public establishments when off duty. We’ll just have to see for ourselves when we get down there.” With that, stepping back into her ship through the airlock, Olivié departed for the launch bay to wait for Doctor Minos, to give him time to acquaint himself momentarily with his quarters. Recalling the Robsinson captain’s words, something told Olivié that she was likely going to expect trouble with the sister. She hasn’t met me yet, thought Olivié. |
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Post by brutus on Dec 30, 2019 16:21:38 GMT
[ Dr. Xander Minos, LT. | Transfer airlock | Deck 7 | SS Elizabeth Blackwell ] Attn: multificionadoThat all seemed rather convenient - officers quarters on the same deck as the docking port, but then, what did he know about NX Class starships? In truth, not all that much. One of the many things he'd been planning to do during his leave was look up the ship he'd be posted to. She'd recently had a major refit, which included a new engine, as well as a secondary hull suspended below the original space frame to hold it in. That had resulted in freeing up much space in the 'saucer' of the starship - which meant, he assumed, expanded crew quarters and probably a bigger sick bay than most ship's he'd served on. Save for the dedicated hospital ship he was now leaving. With a nod to Captain and Dr. Quinn's, Xander stepped past the Discovery's tall CO and made his way down the corridor with a gentle, "Aye, ma'am. Half an hour." His long gait carried him down the relatively short docking bridge (the ships configurations required some distance between the two, instead of a simple hull to hull mating) and into his new 'home' for the foreseeable future. The male Minos twin watched which direction Commander Saugn went in, and made his way opposite, having paid attention to her short brief. It did not take Xander terribly long to find his billet, making only 2 small errors in navigation. Eventually he was in officer territory, and as Chief he merited accommodations without a roommate. And sizable ones at that. Just slightly larger than what he had on the hospital ship, but on an NX class he wagered that was prime territory. It was empty of course, barren of personality, a bunk and a desk, a segregated refresher unit with shower behind a door in the back of the room, and a small chair near a porthole out to space. He could just make out the Blackwell as it maneuvered away from Hestia under thruster power. Soon it would light up its impulse engines, and once clear of the belt, make a small warp jump in one of the designated travel lanes in the solar system. The Vulcan's had warned humanity about too much warp travel within a solar system's gravity well, and for once humanity listened - to an extent. With the better part of 20 minutes to himself before he needed to leave, Xander set about unpacking. There was much to do. [Shuttle pod bay | deck five | Starship Discovery NX-04]With two minutes to spare, Xander Minos, Lieutenant, MD, strode into the docking bay with a small satchel thrown over his shoulder. He'd changed uniforms, now bearing his proper rank and mission patch with the ships logo attached to it. His uniform from the Blackwell would be stored with uniforms from each of his previous postings, in a vacuum sealed box, and a copy of the patch would go into a scrap book that he'd kept. Finishing up the ensemble was a non regulation leather jacket - brown, and well worn, bearing his name over the left breast pocket, and the flag of Hestia colony on the right, as well as the main mining logo across the back. One of his few possessions from his time before Starfleet that he'd kept with him, the miners jacket was ubiquitous with the local population. He'd blend in much better, and he'd always found the jacket, with its leather exterior and sheepskin coating to be far better at keeping him warm when on landing party assignment. He made an exaggerated motion of checking the watch on his wrist and confirming the time, and then nodded to the commander, whom he saw towering over a a shuttle pod door. "I'm not late, am I? I didn't think to sync my watch to the ships chronograph." In fact, he had no idea what time it was 'ships time,' though he would assume it was set to match San Francsisco, and Pacific Standard time as with most fleet ships. That could get out of sync however, the farther from Earth one traveled, and he had no idea if the Discovery had reset its clocks. Or maybe "Olivié" kept the ships time with Paris. She did sound French, to his ear, though he knew she was a boomer by birth, having read some of her file while the Blackwell had made its way to the Sol System.
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Post by multificionado on Dec 30, 2019 18:08:35 GMT
[Commander Olivié Saugn | Shuttle Pod Launch Bay | Deck Five | Starship Discovery NX-04] attn: brutus Olivié knew that it would take half an hour for a shuttlepod to get ready, down to the preflight checks. Naturally, it should give Doctor Minos plenty of time to get ready. With two minutes to spare, Doctor Minos had arrived. “Not at all, Doctor,” she said. “Punctuality is key among the best of the crew.” Olivié stepped aboard and led Doctor Minos in. “Take us down, Mister Drake,” Olivié ordered. [Commander Olivié Saugn | Docking Bay | Hestia Mining Colony | Asteroid Vesta] Within time, the shuttlepod had landed in Hestia’s docking bay. Olivié noticed how things were…dirty. A little grimy, plenty of dust caked on the plating. Olivié suddenly felt right at home. She felt particularly nostalgic for the cargo vessel she spent her childhood aboard, the Logan’s Run. However, at least the Logan’s Run actually moved. Olivié could understand; people rarely had time to clean up on cargo vessels. Fortunately, the maintenance crews were available, though some dirt couldn’t be cleaned up. Otherwise, the sanitation and health inspectors would chew out the authorities, and that was the least of it. “So, Doctor,” said Olivié, “where do you expect your sister is going to be?” |
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Post by brutus on Jan 6, 2020 15:45:07 GMT
[ Dr. Xander Minos, LT. | Transfer airlock | Deck 7 | SS Elizabeth Blackwell ] Attn: multificionadoEvery interaction was a lesson learned - Commander Saugn preferred punctual officers. Well, as a Doctor he often preferred being on time and precision, a key trait for the job. There, at least, the duo would likely sync up. That was good enough for him, and he forced his features into a pleasant smile as he nodded his agreement with her sentiments. So far, so good. He adjusted the sleeve of his jacket, tugging it a bit and then reached up, running his hands over the collar and pulling it back. The Shuttlepod wouldn't be as cold as Hestia often was. No reason to have it up to keep his neck warm. Properly situated, Dr. Minos followed his CO into the pod, taking a moment to glance at the pilot - this Drake chap - whom he gave a simple nod to. Knowing nothing about the man, Xander found no reason to smile. Instead he strapped in and crossed one leg over the other, drumming his fingers on the arm rest as the pod disengaged itself from the Discovery, dropping down and beginning its 'descent' to the colony below. [Dr. Xander Minos, LT. | Docking Bay | Hestia Mining Colony | Asteroid Vesta]"Be it ever so humble," Xander muttered, standing up taller as his boots hit the floor of the landing bay on Hestia. The smell came back, first, the memories of lubricants and ore packaged for transport. True, most of that was in the lower level, and this was the 'passenger' bay, but all the same, no matter how recycled the air on the asteroid was, he could still smell the ore. Home sweet home, indeed. Rapping his hand against the shuttlepod, Xander fell into step next to Olivié, hands on his hips, looking across the bay at the various transport vessels scattered about. "Six one way, half a dozen the other. She's either passed out in an alley somewhere, or at the Pegasus Taproom." There was a note of amused resignation in his voice. As if he'd come to understand that his sister was his sister and what else would she ever be. "She has very basic ideas about what 'leave' is for. And since there are no brothels on Hestia, that leaves bar hopping. Pegasus is....well not the best place for a drink, but it's one that she's not likely to get thrown out of, so that'd be her preferred local watering hole." At no point did Xander assume she'd actually have been home, to see Father. With a shrug of his shoulders, Xander gestured to a set of heavy sliding doors across the bay. "We access the colony through there. Security will want to identify us, and there will be the standard 'business or pleasure' spiel. Then we can take lifts to the rest of the outfit. Bar's in the promenade district."
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Post by multificionado on Jan 7, 2020 2:50:52 GMT
[Commander Olivié Saugn | Docking Bay | Hestia Mining Colony | Asteroid Vesta] attn: brutus Olivié didn’t like the sound of it. Brothels? Bars? Olivié had the feeling Doctor Minos’ sister was the type to raise not only Cain, but also Ahab and Jezebel. Olivié, of course, nodded in understanding. At least the sister had some sense, from the sound of things, to go to a bar where she’s not likely going to get thrown out. A drunk with less intelligence wouldn’t care whether he or she would get thrown out. Olivié also nodded when Doctor Minos gestured at the doors. She had expected security checkpoints. Security had been tightened since the war began. Olivié remembered one time when security had gotten zealous enough that she was stopped three times crossing the compound at Starfleet Headquarters. “At least I know what to expect,” said Olivié. She then approached the doors. As expected, a security guard stopped her. “Halt,” he said. “Identification, please. And state the purpose of your visit, business or pleasure.” “Commander Olivié Saugn of the Starship Discovery,” said Olivié in an official tone. “I’m here on business. Though if you know the man with me, you’ll understand what my business here is.” The guard looked at Doctor Minos and blinked. “Xander?” he asked. “That really you…? Wait…” He had gotten over his astonishment and then turned deadpan. “I assume this is about Petra.” |
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Post by brutus on Jan 11, 2020 17:39:43 GMT
[ Dr. Xander Minos, LT. | Transfer airlock | Deck 7 | SS Elizabeth Blackwell ] Attn: multificionadoWell, that happened fast, the male Minos twin thought, shooting his commander an inscrutable look. He wasn't terribly surprised that he'd been recognized so fast, and he hadn't told his CO not to draw attention to him. But he hadn't been home in a long time either, and there was a chance he might have been able to walk around unknown. Nothing to do for it nowOnce again the Doctor forced himself into a smile and extended a hand to shake with the guard, though that smile took on a rueful cast in short order. "You guessed it in one," he confirmed, not bothering to introduce himself officially. He sized up the guard, and then nodded once to himself as if confirming some suspension he had, but didn't vocalize. "We're here to pick her up a bit early. Orders came in and my new post needs its armory officer. That officer is Petra, for all her sins." Xander was fairly certain there were plenty of sins, judging by the look on the guards face. Bracing himself for the worse, he asked, "She hasn't already gotten herself into trouble, has she?"
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Post by multificionado on Jan 15, 2020 2:09:55 GMT
[Commander Olivié Saugn | Docking Bay | Hestia Mining Colony | Asteroid Vesta] attn: brutus “Understatement of the decade, kid,” answered the guard. “The moment she got past the docking bay, she seemed intent on raising not only Cain, but also Ahab and Jezebel. I was on patrol when she sauntered into the Pegasus Taproom. You’ll have to ask about her there…or at what’s left of it.” Turning to Olivié, he said, “If she’s your armory officer, then I'm Soval of Vulcan.” Olivié stared at the guard sternly. “I’ll be the judge when I see for myself,” she said. The guard shrugged. “Okay, Commander. You’re free to enter. Good friggin’ luck.” [Commander Olivié Saugn | What’s Left of Pegasus Taproom | Promenade | Hestia Mining Colony | Asteroid Vesta] Olivié could understand the meaning of “what’s left of the Pegasus Taproom.” The inside looked like a saloon after a mass brawl was through with it. Where she had usually expected a bar and tables in a bar, there was so many debris strewn around…Olivié had seen worse results of destruction, and on a wider scale, and that had been on Discovery, pre-refit. The bartender was still picking up the pieces when he was aware of Olivié’s presence. “Bar’s closed,” he snapped. “And might stay closed for the rest of the friggin’ decade.” “I’m not here for a drink,” said Olivié. “I’m here to inquire about Petra Minos.” The bartender stared at Olivié like she had just told him she could fly simply by flapping her arms. Then he saw Doctor Minos next to her. “Xander?” he said. “Couldn’t you have come sooner to save my bar so Petra wouldn't have to destroy it?” “Where is Petra?” asked Olivié. “I understand it’s her favorite watering hole.” “The only watering hole to admit her,” the bartender growled. “I’ve never minded her in the past. But she’s been back after all these years, and, I swear t’God, she’s gotten worse. Must’ve gone through a dozen whiskies before…well, let’s just say, you’ve seen what my bar’s now like, and that was long after the carnage was over. It must’ve taken half the colonial security to subdue the crazy biatch. She’s at the holding cells now, but she’s so zoned out…” Olivié nodded impatiently, indicating she got the point. Looking around, she could see Petra was more than a handful. It would’ve taken a Klingon on berserker rage to do this much damage. “Thank you,” she said, then turned to Doctor Minos. “Looks like it’s off to the holding cells next.” |
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Post by brutus on Jan 15, 2020 22:15:19 GMT
[ Dr. Xander Minos, LT. | Transfer airlock | Deck 7 | SS Elizabeth Blackwell ] Attn: multificionadoXander nodded his thanks to the guard and followed behind Olivié, not at all surprised to find that his initial suspicions about where his sister was would likely prove to be true. Or that she had already gotten down to the serious business of being a right little shit. If nothing else, Petra Minos was forever and always true to herself. A good time was to be had - at the bottom of a glass. [Pegasus Taproom | Promenade | Hestia Mining Colony | Asteroid Vesta]His first clue had been the crowd of gawkers. Pedestrians stopping and peeking into the store, some trying to be discreet about it, but must just outright stare at the mess. This told him something was quite wrong. Stepping through the doors - well, half door, as one part of the barrier was currently out in the main promenade, Xander could only look about in disbelief. He whistled, in spite of himself. It looked for all intents and purposes like someone had detonated a bomb in there, except the room lacked the tell-tale smell of an explosive. Given his sister had to have been involved, it was a valid concern. Ship munitions weren't her only skill as an armory officer, even if making IED's was more the purview of MACO's. "I see hurricane Petra hit with full force then," the doctor deadpanned his delivery, shoving his hands deeper into his pockets. He could smell the spilled alcohol soaking into everything around them, and took care with his steps. He'd rather not have a stem bolt seal itself to his toe, or have a piece of glass sneak its way inside his shoe. This was already not the start he'd hoped for with his first posting. "What can I say? I wasn't supposed to show up until tomorrow. This is me getting home early." He shrugged and shot the bartender a look, "You used to have bigger bouncers. I guess times are tough. Come on Commander," he added with an exasperated sigh of his own. "Let's continue this 'Degen's Tour of Hestia' with our next stop, the fabulous holding cells of Vesta!" Xanders amusement at his sisters antics had quickly turned to exasperation with the little walking wrecking ball. "She's probably already slept with half the occupants of the drunk tank," he added morosely, as he stalked his way back out of the wreckage, hanging a left and descending further into the colony.
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Post by multificionado on Jan 18, 2020 15:43:29 GMT
[Commander Olivié Saugn | What’s Left of Pegasus Taproom | Promenade | Hestia Mining Colony | Asteroid Vesta] attn: brutus Olivié nodded in understanding when Doctor Minos mentioned bigger bouncers. It wasn’t just that times were tough. Lots of people are in need for this war with the Romulans. Big grunts are especially in demand. With that, she continued to the holding cells. [Commander Olivié Saugn | Holding Cells | Hestia Mining Colony | Asteroid Vesta] “You’re kidding, right?” asked the chief of security. “You want to see Petra Minos?” “That’s right,” said Olivié. She had barely been in his security office next to the holding cells. The least Olivié could do was see what Petra was like. “You’re not going to get anything out of her, lady,” the chief retorted. “She’s looking at a year for her disorderly conduct, and that’s if she gets off lightly.” “Booze can certainly do that to a girl,” said Olivié. “What’ll it take to release her?” The chief was about to express his disbelief but stopped as he opened his mouth. On the one hand, the law’s the law, especially out here in the Belt, and he intended to enforce it as best as he could as any good sheriff would. On the other hand, it meant that they would be rid of the crazy biatch. It would save a lot of trouble, and a lot of paperwork. Not to mention a lot of manpower, given he recalled that half of security was required to take her in. “Not much, if you’re so anxious to have her,” he said. He rose and bade Olivié follow him. Making their way to the holding cells, he brought Olivié to the cell with the most guards. Olivié didn’t have to noticed the guards to tell they were getting close; she detected the smell the moment she followed the chief out of the office, and it grew steadily stronger the closer she got. At the cell, she looked inside and saw… Olivié was surprised at her appearance. She remembered Xander saying Petra was his twin, but what really blew Olivié was the fact that Petra could’ve passed for her own sister. However, Olivié stopped at the resemblance bit when she saw the rest of Petra. She almost took pity on her. She noticed at least half a dozen smaller flasks around her. “Uh, question,” she asked the chief, “where’d she get the flasks?” “She brought them in with her. Hid ‘em in her pockets, there’s also a couple in her boots…she even produced one from her pants. Come to think of it, we thought she looked ready to take a crap before she produced that. When she woke, she just drunk some more. She’s sleeping it off. Each of the flasks identified it as Hapsburg Gold Absinthe. She said it was a present from her last post, but I hardly believe it. For all we know, she could’ve stolen it.” Olivié had to flinch at mention of the type of alcohol. She knew Absinthe to be a particularly strong drink from Earth, and for early in the morning… Olivié had to wonder if this had to do with the recent loss at Golorndon Core. She heard that the Enterprise and the A.G. Robinson was engaging with the Romulans there, and then a Romulan ship kamikazed into the planet, rendering it uninhabitable. Such a serious loss would easily have an effect on someone from the Robinson, but if Petra was an armory officer aboard, and she blamed herself for not intercepting the Romulan ship from kamikazeing into the planet…well, it would be a reasonable excuse to drink…particularly stronger if she was a professional drunk already. “Wake her,” said Olivié. The guards turned in surprise upon her hearing that. “What, you think she’s going to beat the crap out of me the moment she wakes up? I can handle myself.” “Tell her that,” said the chief. “Besides, she’s getting particularly zoned out, all that stuff will have put a buzz on her brain.” “Then I know what to do to remedy that,” said Olivié. “I know the usual stuff to cure a hangover, let alone a drunken biatch like her.” “You’re going to need a helluva lotta water for that,” said the chief. Olivié nodded. She already knew where she could find such an amount of water to relieve a hangover. She hoped Mister Gecht had his new pool roped off. |
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