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Post by Nemesis Xenakis on Jan 31, 2010 13:29:30 GMT -5
"I'm the naturally inquisitive type, so it isn't difficult to cross the line from personal to professional. The questions are the same, after all. It's just the motive that differs."
She stirred the honey into her cup and took another sip. "Some say that you should never sweeten tea, that it's most healthful in it's unadulterated form, but I think two good things are better than one." She smiled.
"I can keep the personal and professional separate, but I don't think the professional is necessarily impersonal. Counselor's aren't just analytical machines churning out diagnoses you know. While you do need to remain objective, a good counselor needs to care as well, however if your question was whether I see you as a project, no I don't, though I do find you interesting." She quirked a grin.
"Now, do I have to subsist on tea the whole evening or are you going to show me your replicator skills?"
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Post by Major Sandra Iverson on Jan 31, 2010 20:47:54 GMT -5
Davey began to yawn and grow cranky. It was bedtime she picked him up, changing his diaper she sang to him. Then gently placed him in his crib. Standing next to the crib, she gently rubbed his back while he fall asleep.
Sandy walked out and began to pick up the toys. She once again thanked and marveled at how things worked out. David's generous gift to his brother. Who couldn't have his own children.
If she had not gone over that box of papers she would never have known about his deposit in the sperm bank for his brother. It was too golden of an opportunity, she used it for herself to have her husband, Davids child. Yes indeed Davy was a very special child, a true last gift. A tear came to her eyes and she wiped it away.
Someday that would come up too and she was not looking forward to that either. After the last toy was put away she sat down to a holo novel.
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Post by MCapt Zarlena Dorius on Jan 31, 2010 21:28:59 GMT -5
She smiled and then put her arm around him and pulled him closer. She wanted to snuggle for a little. After a few minutes she moved away a little and looked intently into his eyes. And made a decision.
"Melvin, I would like to go on vista date with you." this was an intense experience for them and was made only after the female thought very carefully. Such a date was not always accepted. It required the use of their empathic and telepathic innate abilities.
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Post by Lt Cmdr Melvin Moon on Jan 31, 2010 21:54:57 GMT -5
He felt her pull him closer to her and snuggle against him. He smiled, enjoying the warmth and feel of her, He enjoyed the moment, not sure when the chance will come again
He felt her pull back and turn his face to look into her beautiful eyes. He felt that she came to a decision and her next words nearly blew his socks off, or would have if he were wearing any. He smiled at her, feeling very honored that she would want to perform a vista date with him 'Zarlena, nothing would please me more then to go on a vista date with you. I feel honored just by the suggestion."
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Post by Marine Captain Jack Bradley on Feb 1, 2010 0:28:47 GMT -5
He walked over to the replicator and tapped the buttons. He didn't want her to know what he was bringing so he did it by touch pad. He brought two steaming bowls of Irish stew and a loaf of fresh bread. I suppose what you say is true. I must admit that I can't go on any ship without diagnosing the engines condition by sound and feel. He sat her bowl down in front of her gently as not to spill it. He did the same with his. The steam was till coming off the stew with a fragrant aroma of the meats, vegetables and spices in it. He also had two small dishes which he put a slice of fresh bread on sitting them next to the two bowls. The bread was also warm as if freshly baked. He left and returned with napkins and various eating implements. He made one last trip bringing both a pitcher of water and another hot pot of tea. He decided the honey on the table could serve for both tea and bread should they want it. Now, lets get back to you. I recall you talking about a stint in the JAG corps. What was the toughest case you encountered serving in JAG.
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Post by 1st Lieutenant Marcus Lassiter on Feb 1, 2010 0:47:23 GMT -5
Marc let out a sigh of relief when his new pilot exited the office. She represented the last of his duties for the day. He knew there was a big gathering in Five Forward, and his first thought was to go there and have a chat with the returning CO. It was a fleeting thought though. After his bout with Operations staff, and his short goodbyes to his officers, then this new pilot having to be given his 'standard' speech Marc was tired. While all the other officer were already at liberty; Marc was on Tarawa. 'Marine, you work too hard.' He said to himself in the mirror as he changed tunics. 'Too late for anything formal now, its BDU's until at least tomorrow provided you can get liberty tomorrow.'
There was something to look forward to, he thought. He still might get some time in with 'Ivey'.
"Computer, locate Major Iverson." He ordered.
"Major Iverson is in her quarters." The computer answered.
This would be dodgy, He thought. He was sure that Davey was down for his nap, and then there was going through the Marine area. As he walked out of the hangar deck, and into the turbo-lift he thought about the last few times there. Relations between Infantry and the Air Corps was always that way. It didn't matter that they had the same person that was ultimately both their CO's , Iverson. Both units couldn't be more different. He was happy that it wouldn't be and issue this time. He stopped at the crew deck and walked down toward her quarters.
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Post by Sgt Thomas Jackson on Feb 2, 2010 11:12:21 GMT -5
He woke up to a soft pair of lips kissing him and he returned the kiss with much love. He opened his eyes when she broke the kiss "Great way to wake up" he said with a smile "Sounds like a good idea to get something to eat, but I am too comfortable to move" He said, feeling her hand rubbing his chest, and her body snuggled up nicely to his
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Post by Nemesis Xenakis on Feb 2, 2010 18:00:10 GMT -5
"Mmm." She sniffed. "That smells wonderful. Is this a family recipe?" She took a taste and savored it before answering.
"I was there for only seven years, so I never built up the seniority to be asked to handle any of the high profile cases, of course. The majority I saw were minor offences."
"I hope you don't mind if I save the formal manners for a more formal occasion." Smiling, she dipped a piece of bread in the stew with her fingers and ate it.
"I don't think of it as difficult but there was one that made quite an impression on me. It was a field medic who had been accused of administering a lethal dose of Metrazene to his unit commanding officer who was suffering from an arrhythmia following a fire fight. Testimony by several others in his unit had implicated him in having planned to "frag" the officer and he had been convicted of murder and sentenced to life in prison. While he didn't deny that he had talked about such a plan with others, he did state that the lethal dose was accidental."
"When a case involves a Dishonorable Discharge, it's automatically appealed and reviewed by JAG. While going over the documents, I was able to show multiple inconsistencies in the witnesses testimonies that had not previously been noted and as a result, the man's conviction and sentence were overturned."
"It was quite a realization to discover that even from behind your desk, you have the power to alter a life so greatly ."
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Post by Marine Captain Jack Bradley on Feb 2, 2010 18:56:38 GMT -5
Grandmother's recipe actually,He followed her lead and also took a swab of stew on his bread before eating it.
He listened to her story and noticed that as she talked she paused at several points remembering probably that first time she really saw something significant in the profile. She was obviously proud. He was sure it was a case most had given up on. It reminded him of one of his first victories.
You remind me of an old case I had. People think of the Star Fleet Corps of Engineers as builders, but we investigate too. There was a fire caused by an oxygen node disrupting in one of the bulkheads of a ship that shall remain nameless. It involved a young kid. Tech was just out of engineering school. The case looked simple enough, all he had to do was regulate the pressures. He said he did, evidence didn't. Something just didn't add up to me so I sniffed around and found the most inexplicable thing. It appears that someone had grown nanites in a test tube and they'd gotten loose and nested inside the bulkhead. Because regulating the pressures was disrupting their community, they sabotaged the equipment causing the reading to look correct and be wrong. Catch got me a pat on the back, but save the kid's career.
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Post by Nemesis Xenakis on Feb 3, 2010 9:36:47 GMT -5
"The devil is in the details they say. One small thing overlooked can change the course of history."
"Evidence didn't add up, hmm? I may only be hearing part of the story but it sounds like the evidence was there and for some reason you chose not to believe it. I was just doing my job in reviewing the evidence. I wasn't looking to find a way to disprove it but you believed in that tech. He has you to thank for caring enough to ferret out the real problem. That's something you can truly be proud of."
She used the last of her bread to clean the bowl. "That and this delicious stew." She grinned.
"What's important is learning you can make a difference and then taking advantage of the opportunities you're given instead of dreaming of that big moment when you alone save the ship by making that one critical decision. Of course we will when that time comes." She grinned again. "But we shouldn't neglect the small acts of heroism while we wait"
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Post by Marine Captain Jack Bradley on Feb 3, 2010 23:39:34 GMT -5
He finished his bowl and took both the empty bowls to the replicator. He tapped a button for them to be sent to waste disposal. He came back with a bottle of brandy and two glasses. He poured one for the counselor and them himself. I don't consider myself any more hero than you. I a man who enjoys his work. I like finding the problems and solving them so in a sense, we both have similar jobs. He swirled the brandy around in his glass then sipped some of the drink. I must admit I find your career as fascinating as I do you. I mean after all, you are in an environment of constant stress. On top of dealing with the day to day stress of the military, you also have Colonel. Some Commanders like to use their counselors in an ambassadorial sense also. Its one reason that Betazed counselors are so popular. Has that sometimes gotten in the way of you getting assignments? Your lack of 'esper' talents?
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Post by 1st Lieutenant Marcus Lassiter on Feb 4, 2010 0:05:59 GMT -5
Marc noticed the crew quarters were quite alive with activity. He decided to go out to get a few gifts for both Ivey and Davey. He hadn't been able to see her since had had returned from the mission. The last few nearing the end of the mission had been a firestorm of activity including a nasty looking official spearheading the transfer of the ship's former 'CO'. He got to Sandy's quarters and rang the visitor alert.
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Post by Nemesis Xenakis on Feb 4, 2010 12:22:50 GMT -5
Nemi took the glass, sniffed, took a tiny sip, then set it down with a small cough. "I've always liked the idea of brandy better than the drink itself. It's so aesthetic in it's color and warmth. It's refined but also quite potent." She laughed. "I think however, if I made the effort, I could accustom myself to it." She took another sip, this time without the cough.
"Every job has stress. The entire ship depends on how well you deal with your's, for example. Empathic counselors are favored because they have the ability to look beneath the surface. It's supposed then that you can catch someone who isn't being truthful or can confirm when someone is. A distinct advantage when it comes to negotiations, but emotions can be deceiving. Suppose I want you to believe that I've come to a meeting with nothing but peaceful intentions. As long as I continue to project those feelings, no one will question my intent more deeply."
"Empathy is a tool like any other and it only works as well as you wield it. I've never considered it a disadvantage personally, though it is somewhat insulting to be considered a "second choice" by many. I don't know if Colonel Allen had requested an empath but he doesn't seem unhappy so far with my performance."
"Your turn. How did you come to be assigned to Tarawa?"
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Post by Major Sandra Iverson on Feb 4, 2010 19:59:10 GMT -5
She heard the chimes and got up to check to see who was there. Seeing it was Marc she smiled then let him in.
"Well, hello stranger." she teased. "Come in, Davy's sleeping."
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Post by Marine Captain Jack Bradley on Feb 4, 2010 21:49:09 GMT -5
He took another sip. I only drink after some meals. I find it a great palette cleanser. As far as my ending up on Tarawa, that's another long story. The short version is this: I had a brother, an older brother name Kieren. Well Kieren was actually his middle name his first name was Jonas. If he were still alive that would have earned me a beating. We were both in SCE together. Different assignments, but the same corps. The problem is that one of us was bound to run out of luck. Kieren was first. While I was still mourning him a little used Starfleet rule about 'last surviving sons' was activated on my behalf or more like against it. I found out that Marine Corps of Engineers was now listed as a 'Spec Op' Operations Status. So, I was transferred to a slightly less hazardous position on Tarawa. Boring story, but true. He laughed.
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