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Post by multificionado on Dec 23, 2019 21:56:04 GMT
Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry? -William Blake
Acting Captain’s Starlog, Supplemental. A whole day has passed, and so far, nothing as of yet from the Kzinti. I’ve sent Major Claudius to Archer IV to take charge of the MACO garrison while Sergeant Raquel finishes her recovery, with Ensign Ross, Lieutenant Bronson and Ensign T’Mil accompanying him, along with that Vulcan nurse T’Lem. Much as I have business on the planet, I have a need to have words with Mister Syrano, who so far has been silent, in regards to this information Major Claudius informed me about the Kzinti. Mister Syrano claims he knows where the Kzinti are, but there have been continuing complaints about him. So far, Syrano hasn’t shared anything. I think it’s time he come out with this information, tell us anything we need to know.
[Commander Olivié Saugn | Captian’s Mess | Deck Five | Starship Discovery NX-04] attn: brutus, syrano
Olivié was in a bad mood. Every minute gone was one more minute Helen was captive, and the more worried she was about Helen’s condition. That worry was practically evaporating her appetite. However, it was as best to maintain an appearance. It was why she extended an invitation for Syrano to join her for breakfast. From what she understood from what she heard, Syrano was a high-brow prick from where he came from. And certainly any high-brow prick…or to state politely, a gentleman, always deigned to show up to the Captain’s private mess. Most of the time.
Olivié, of course, was prepared to drag Syrano’s slimy butt out of his comfort zone…literally…to insist he join her for breakfast.
As she looked around, she realized that the last time she was in this private mess was with Captain Curtis, one of the last times she saw him alive. Practically his last meal, before the battle with the Romulans cost him his life, along with the dozens of others…
She shook her head. There was no time to dwell on that.
She looked up to see Gideon Drake enter the mess. She was glad he’s here; another gentleman to help things along. She invited him, along with Chief Minos, to join her and Syrano for breakfast. She invited Lieutenant Drake along because another gentleman, or high-brow prick, would help Syrano feel comfortable in the private mess. Chief Minos was mostly to ensure Syrano actually came, and stayed in the mess.
“Ah, Mister Drake, come in,” she said.
“Thank you, Commander,” said the helmsman. “Though, I hate to leave the helm at a time like this.”
“You’ll manage, Drake,” said Olivié. “However, it’s essential for you to be here, we have a gentleman coming.”
“Ah, our slimy new guest?” asked Drake.
“News travels fast, I see,” said Olivié.
“Small ship, regardless of the additional decks,” said Drake with a shrug. “Do you think he’s going to show up?”
“He’ll show up. Whether he comes willingly or between two MACOs, if need be, but I hope it doesn’t come to that. The MACOs are only a last resort, that’s why I invited Chief Minos.”
Drake nodded. This was going to be an interesting meal.
==OOC Note: Beginning of chapter one. We’ll begin on the ship, with Syrano, with hopefully a response. Planet-side posts will come later. ==
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Post by syrano on Dec 30, 2019 22:54:38 GMT
[Syrano]
He hated to be bothered. The moment of truth was here though. It took him quite a long time to lift himself out of the cramped tank he had claimed as his own. It was the only one whose pipes were not tainted with horrible, horrible chlorine. It was so small he had no room to stretch out his legs and arms, and his skirts were horribly cramped. It actually felt good to be walking on land once more, though he left a slimy trail behind him everywhere he went.
He was walking down the hallways, though he had no clue where he was, or where to go. Nobody had told him, and he hasn't the first idea how to navigate a ship that wasn't filled with ocean water. Everything was so bright, so harsh, there were weird noises everywhere. He tried his best to find the "Captain's Mess", but had no idea what that meant. He knew what Captain meant, and what a Mess was, so he was looking for a part of the ship that seemed disorganized, slapdash. Nothing met that criteria. Fortunately strangely-uniformed individuals found him and were able to escort him to...what in the ocean's sort of room was this?
This room seemed meaningless. Why would they require a dedicated room to consumption? What was that, on the table? Who were these absurd creatures anyway?
"Well, it is as your kind have said to me, "Good Morning," though I hardly see anything good about this morning of ours. What purpose have I been summoned?" He gave everyone present the look of disdain he had on near-permanently since he arrived. "I do hope that the discussion be quick. I'm still dealing with whatever horrid waterborne sickness my 'quarters' have given me."
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Post by brutus on Jan 6, 2020 22:43:27 GMT
[CPO Petra Minos | Captian’s Mess | Deck Five | Starship Discovery NX-04] attn:There was a saying that Petra dimly remembered from when she was growing up: sometimes you eat the bear, and sometimes it eats you. Today was starting to feel like the latter part of that. It was earlier than the Chief liked to be up, and the duty she'd been sacked with wasn't exactly great, in her mind. Breakfast with the Captain. And shepherding their new guest, the aquatic freak show that Major Claudius had made friends with. Leave it to a goddamn jar head to bring a freaking seven foot tall tentacle twat home as a pet, the chief silently groused. He'd already left his dunk tank on his own, before Petra could arrive, which put her in a worse mood. She was well aware that Saugn had wanted her to play chaperon and escort to the the slimy bastard. Thankfully, he was a slimy git and she could follow that trail pretty quick. Eventually she caught up to him, and was one of those uniformed beings that helped him to the mess. It seemed to escape his notice that the pixie cut blonde had followed him into the room, coming to something approaching attention in his wake, and then rolling her eyes at his response. Still, water born illnesses didn't sound all that great, and Petra discreetly scooted a bit to her left, just a solid step to the side. A little distance didn't hurt, after all. "Reporting as ordered, Commander Saugn. With our guest," Petra said, stating the obvious. What went unsaid was best left that way. His attitude with authority was almost as brash as hers was, save that he came at it from a sense of entitlement, and she, from a sense of no fucks to give. Clearly, Petra had the moral superiority in this instance, and in an effort to present a united front, decided she would behave herself for now. She scanned the room, noted Drake as the only other one present aside from the ships CO, and concluded that this wouldn't be so terrible after all. There weren't any of those damned MACO's about to make a nuisance of themselves, and neither Drake nor Saugn were as pompous as the ass currently filling up most of the space. And rumor was the Captains mess really did have the best food aboard...
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Post by multificionado on Jan 7, 2020 2:39:12 GMT
[Commander Olivié Saugn | Captian’s Mess | Deck Five | Starship Discovery NX-04] attn: brutus, syrano
“Ah, Chief, glad to see that our guest arrived alright,” said Olivié. “Mister Syrano, we have much to discuss, but first, feel free to request what’s your preference for food and our chef will make something close enough to it to the best of his ability.” Olivié could see Chief Minos didn’t approve, and that Syrano didn’t particularly like what he’s seeing about the mess so far. And Olivié could see Syrano was particularly slimy, she could understand why Ensign Ross spent extra time in Decon for all his slime. But Olivié was sure the slime wasn’t going to be bothersome, now that Ross came out clean. She was going to wait until after Syrano requested whatever meal he wanted, then she was going to start negotiations once he was done. |
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Post by brutus on Jan 15, 2020 16:22:47 GMT
[CPO Petra Minos | Captain's Mess | Deck Five | Starship Discovery NX-04] attn: syrano multificionadoAcknowledging the Captain with a nod, Petra again glanced up at the other man. She wasn't exactly a tall human, and he - she thought it was a he - was tall. No doubt about it. She'd seen plenty of aliens since joining the 'fleet, punched quite a few of them in the face. She'd have to jump up on the table to do that if this chap ended up meriting a good walloping. Not that she'd do so in front of the Captain, of course. That wouldn't do. Captains' weren't supposed to know about that kind of thing. And other than being superficially rude their guest hadn't done anything directly to Petra to merit a good thumping. Yet. "I recommend an omelet. Supposing that you can eat eggs of course," the chief happily contributed to the conversation, settling into one of the chairs across from Drake. That left the space clearly set aside for Syrano, allowing him to face the Discovery's commanding officer. She supposed she should have waited to be invited to sit, but she was tired of standing and everybody else was in a seat save for the alien and who knew what was and wasn't rude by his standards? Given he couldn't tell he was a rude one by theirs...or simply didn't care about it, why should she?
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Post by multificionado on Jan 19, 2020 15:31:52 GMT
[Sergeant Raquel Ruiz | Sickbay | Deck Five | Starship Discovery NX-04] attn: brutus Raquel lay on a biobed, waiting for the results of Doctor Minos’ results. As much as she wanted to get going and resume duty and take charge back down at the planet, something in her didn’t want to leave. Mostly because of el guapo doctor. Plus, she could see the tats on him. She also had tats, not to mention that she respected people with tats, and doctors rarely had tats. So far, she wasn’t sure which to go with, el guapo in Sickbay or el guapo at the Helm. “So, doctor,” she said respectfully, “how am I? Good to go?”
==OOC notes: I'm now proceeding with the other settings, each around the different characters. Once we're done going through as much of the different characters as possible, syrano will post. ==
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Post by brutus on Jan 20, 2020 17:06:52 GMT
[ Dr. Xander Minos, LT. | Sickbay | Deck 05 | Starship Discovery, NX-04] Attn: multificionadoXander had his sleeves rolled up as he walked over to the bed where Raquel Ruiz was currently assigned, having pulled her out of the imaging chamber a short while ago. His hand were on his hips as he stopped and looked up at the readout. Pressing his lips together, he made a derisive sort of snort, and shook his head, finally looking over at the battered MACO. He favored her with a look that was less than pleased, silently comparing her behavior to that of his sister. Aside from surface differences in coloration and accent, the two could have been twins. Both were stubborn little shits, he decided and let out a strained sigh. "Sergeant, it would be quicker to list what wasn't damaged while you were planet side then to illustrate everything that was." he said with more than a little exasperation in his voice. He walked around and reached down, jabbing the girl in the neck with a hypospray, depressing the vial of antibiotics into her bloodstream with an audible hiss. "Consider that a booster shot. I'm still not completely satisfied with your blood work up but I don't think you've contracted anything that will eat its way from the inside out at least. No Space rabies," he said it with such seriousness that it was impossible to tell if he were serious or not. "It goes against my better judgment, but Major Claudius has made it quite clear that he needs all hands on deck. Showing he's just as intelligent as the average MACO I suppose. You are going to be released to limited duty." He pointed at her with a finger, toward her side. Despite his best efforts, there was still a serious amount of bruising present, marring her already darkly tanned skin. "I've done what I can but one of those ribs is cracked, Sergeant. That's not the kind of thing that just magically heals itself over night."
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