Role Play: Personal Quarters

[Lt. J.G. Kestral Greyhouse]

She got a message late into the night and woke up out of a sound sleep to see it. It was transfers to move to another ship. Not having much in the way of personal things it was easy to pack up but it was hard too because she would be leaving behind someone she cared about dearly. Getting dressed she put on the blue of medical and put her hair up as that was what her new post would require of her. Grabbing the duffel she looked around one last time in her quarters before speaking to the computer, “Computer inform Crio of the transfer and my regret that I cannot stay to say good bye. As well as the Tarawa’s communications frequency should he chose to try and keep in touch with me.” The computer beeped and with that she left the ship for her new assignment.

[Commander Crio Ijoula]

((Sorry for not posting sooner...))

Having left the bridge, Crio made his way down to his quarters, and wanted to stop by Kestral's quarters to talk about something that was weighing on his mind.

After stopping by his quarters, he makes his way to her quarters and rings the chime.

[Dr Colina MacAuley]

Posted to the main SL


She had no sooner gotten back to her quarters and began to undress to get ready to relax with a good book and a glass of wine, when her com badge went off.

"Oh blazes, there goes my leave down the drain."

Tapping on her badge she heard the Lt, "On my way." They were at the station why couldn't they handle it, they had more personnel, more equiptment, and the time. Leave was now a dream, she thought as she dressed to go to the cargo hold.

[La'ta'nM]

Entered his Quarter still in a daze barely reached the bed before he passed out again the covers and pillows being so soft and fluffy he never felt himself hitthe bed.

[Commander Crio Ijoula]

Stepping into his personal quarters, Crio pulled off his jacket and admittedly shivered from the emotions he had when in the shuttle bay, near that armed drone.

He would make his way over to his desk, and tap a few controls on his monitor.

"Computer, begin recording and encode for delivery to Kestral Greyhouse on the USS Tarawa."

He would hear the computer bleep a bit at him, and noted that it took a little longer than normal, due to the 'computer upgrades' taking place.

"Hi Kestral. I'm sorry for not getting in touch sooner. Things have been kind of busy around here, with organizing crew shore leave, and investigating that drone that the captain more-or-less 'purchased'.

I was admittedly surprised when I found out that you transferred off the Terrasect. The message I received was a bit unclear on the matter, but I'd imagine it was something pretty big for such a quick transfer. I hope you're doing okay, and are getting healed up well. I've missed you alot. I've been thinking about you for the last several days, and..." he trails off...

"...well, I'm not sure how to put it into words of how I feel. It's like a part of me is missing, if that makes any sense.

I'm not sure when we'll get our new orders, but I hope that, at the very least, we can keep in contact...

I look forward to hearing back from you. Take care, Kes."

He presses a control to stop recording, and decides to send the message off to Kestral, and can't wait to hear back. Deep down, he misses her company badly.

[Lt. J.G. Kestral Greyhouse]

Despite everything that was going on the ship at the time the transmission came through she was able to get it and find time to respond to it even though her heart was sick as she sat down to record it.

“Ijoula I’m recording this in hoping to find you well. Part of me is missing here and I have to carry on despite of it. The ship I’m on needed me desperately that is why the transfer happened so quickly. I can’t remember a night I’ve slept well since the transfer and my healing is progressing more slowly now that I am away from you.”

The transmission paused for a while as she stared at the ground trying to collect her thoughts before she looked back at the computer obviously trying not to cry.

“I’m sorry I’ve not transmitted to you sooner but it’s taken me this long just to not cry and sob and tell you how I miss you. I’ve shut myself down it seams and just gotten to the point that I just do my duty and try not to think too much. I wish that the fleet would have let me stay with you. This ship brings up so many memories from when I was in the marines that it scares me the person I could become here.”

Staring at the floor again she looks up whipping a few tears away.

“I’m so sorry I thought I could do this and not cry but my heart is missing without you here. I hope our assignments bring us close because I want to see you again and at the risk of sounding selfish I would give up my commission if I could be with you again like we were. Was the first time in a long while I was happy and I don’t want to lose that…not when so much is at stake.”

There was some noise and she looked up from the computer before looking back.

“I have to go for now. Just know that I love you always and I look forward to the day that we can be with each other again. Take care of yourself and I’ll think of you often.”

With that the communication ended and the transmission was terminated.

[Lt m'Leezz]

She had spent the shore leave in her quarters after the captain left. She got caught up on some sleep and finished her novel. m"Leezz also got some hunting in on the station when a several felinoid's held an open hunt in a holosuite. All in all it was a pleasant leave.

The announcement came just as she finished her dinner. Quickly dressing she went to the bridge.

[Commander Crio Ijoula]

Having made out his personal log, Crio relaxes a little in a reclining chair, thinking of something special to do.

"Computer, what's my appointment schedule for today?"

The computer chirps in acknowledgement.

"Appointment request to meet with Captain Grabfoot~Of~Two~Dawns at 1100 hours. No other entries present at this time."

~Probably either our new orders or a chit-chat.. I guess I'll find out either way. Just please let him be in a good mood.~ Crio thought to himself.

He hoped that it would not be any further negative criticism about his keeping busy assisting where needed for the refit, as he was growing extremely tired and irritable of those kind of discussions -- where his desire to be busy right in the thick of things would be seen as something bad.

He glances at the clock on his desk, and saw that it was 1045 hours.

"I guess I should find out what's going on... Relax and take a few deep breaths before leaving. You don't want the captain, the whole bridge crew, and everyone in between here and the bridge to see your feelings as plain as the sunshine in the middle of the day anymore, Crio..." he said to himself, needing to have that verbal reminder.

With that, he closed his eyes, took several slow, deep breaths to calm his nerves, got up from his seat, and left his quarters to meet with the captain.

[Commander Crio Ijoula]

((OOC Note: What follows is the result of a joint-post between Commander Ijoula [brown] and an old friend of Brexen's, Commander Hans Broker [blue], a guest RPer.))
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He sat in his quarters, going over personnel reports, a couple days after his date with Kestral, his mind on cloud-9 as humans put it. He believed that the captain was right about humans having strange ways of expressing things. His wayward thinking was disturbed by the com getting his attention.

The relief Operations officer on the bridge, Ensign Mark Collins, could be heard over the intercom. "Bridge to Commander Ijoula. There is a priority personal message incoming from Utopia Planitia. One Lt. Commander Hans Broker for you, sir."

At hearing the name, he set the PADD down that he was holding. He was quite puzzled at first, but the name became all too familiar from Brexen's experiences. "Will you route the call down to my quarters, ensign?" With that, he stands up and heads to his desk, and activates his monitor. Moments later, the face of Commander Broker, a long-time friend of Brexen's, appeared on the screen. Crio thought something was amiss at first by the engineer's facial expression. It wasn't like him to be looking somber as he did, but Crio was willing to play along until he could have an opening to ask.

"Commander. How are you?"

Crio smiles a bit in recognition, although he had never actually met Hans. Brexen's memories brought that recognition on. "I've actually been pretty well of late, Hans." Crio's look softens as he realizes more is to the look Hans is giving him. "Something tells me you didn't call me way out here just to catch up on old times, though."

"You would be correct. Though we should definitely catch up sometime." Hans glanced at his PADD for a moment, then met Crio's gaze again. "I was just contacted by a friend at Starfleet security. It was some news regarding a mutual friend."

Crio frowned for a moment, wondering at first who Hans might be referring to, when before he could process it in his own mind, Brexen's memories hit him hard. He then heard Brexen's voice as if she were screaming in his ear. "Jim...?" he questioned. "What's happened to him?" This time, it was Brexen's turn to push through, using Crio's voice.

"Yes. Six days ago, Captain Harsting awoke from his coma. Four days ago, he was released to earth from Starfleet Medical. Three days ago, he failed to check in for his medical checkup." Hans then leaned back in his chair, the view of the space yards revealed behind him.

Thinking on that for a moment, the combination of Brexen and Crio said together, although it was only Crio's voice that came through audibly. "That's not like him... Granted he wasn't always fond of doctors, but it's not like him not to follow medical instructions..."

"It's more than just that. It seems he never made it home." Hans leaned forward again in his chair. "They can't find him anywhere on Earth. Starfleet security has gone nuts over this one, Commander. They've already sent a team here to Utopia Planitia to search for clues. And they are contacting those closest to him. I'm sure you're on the list. I just figured it'd be best that a familiar face broke the news to you."

Crio nodded slowly, his shoulders slumping a little as he once again had to wrestle with his emotions, but gave no outward sign of it. "I appreciate that, believe me. My ship is currently finishing a refit at Starbase 234..." Those who know him or Brexen well would recognize a look of determination in his eyes, as Brexen's 'spirit' as it were became anxious over this matter. "If I have to push this ship out of dock myself in an EV suit, I'll make sure we get on the hunt for him. Jim didn't have many enemies that I know of, outside of one particular incident a few years ago that I was present for..." The incident in question still weighed heavily upon him, now more than two years later, especially from a diplomatic prospective.

"I know that look... I didn't call you to send you off on some fool's errand..."

Brexen, through Crio, cut him off. "'A fool's errand'?! Is that what you call my need to find James alive and to get him back?! Guardians know I owe him my life at least three times over, and you know to what I'm referring to, Hans. He saved our necks more than I can count, often throwing himself in danger. I intend to repay the favor any way I can. If anything, you, Crio and I, all three, owe that to him." That cemented that it was Brexen coming through directly.

He sighed slightly, picking up a PADD and pressing a button. "I'm transferring all that is open to my clearance level that Starfleet Security has gotten a hold of, but from what I can see, they haven't been able to find a sliver of information... They're just in an uproar because of the engineering knowledge he has and what it could mean to the security of the Federation. As far as I know he booked a flight to Risa to get away from it all. A year in a coma can change a man." Setting down the PADD, he folds his hands on his desk.

Crio came back, like he was playing a tug-of-war with Brexen, which rarely happened with any of Ijoula's previous hosts. It was then that a thought hits him. "That is true... However, even if he's changed, we owe that to him to bring him back safely. Can you get me a list of all the ships that came within ten light-years of Earth in the last week, as well as within that same distance of the transport that was to him to Risa? The transport information would be helpful, too. I know I'm "grasping at straws" as the saying goes, but I'm not going to leave a stone unturned. Starfleet Security certainly won't leave a stone unturned if they're calling everyone who's ever had known him."

"I'll see what I can do, but there's only so much information I can really pull on. Anymore I'm just a teacher and design supervisor." He turned to his console, and started to type on it. "Incoming is a full list of arrivals and departures from earth within the last 240 hours... that I have access to. I don't have all of their destinations, that's above my clearance level. Though I'm sure you can take care of the rest."

Crio's console beeped at him as the information packet began streaming in. Crio took this information and transferred it to a PADD for portability as he knew he'd have to bring this to Captain Grabfoot's attention as soon as possible.

Hans turned towards the screen again. "I didn't want to call you to put you into a worried fit, but if you hear or find out anything, can you please let me know?"

"I understand, and believe me, I'm grateful that I found out from you rather than some goon at Starfleet Security. And I will call you as soon as I get a solid lead." he paused for a moment, trying to figure out how he can bring this to the captain's attention without provoking a fur-bristling reaction out of him. "My commanding officer will want to know about this too, as he knew Jim when he was in command of the Terrasect."

He nodded. "If I come across any other information, I'll forward it to the both of you." He paused for a moment. "It was good to see you Commander. When you're ever around Utopia Planitia, you should stop by. Though..." He cocked his head a little. "This new form may take a little getting used to." He managed a slight grin.

"It always does, doesn't it? If it helps any, Jim felt the same way at first when I was first assigned to his command."

He nodded back. "Well, since I know you're not going to let this sit, good hunting Commander. I need to get back to this final report on the Brethren Project. Godspeed." With that, the screen changed, showing the Federation logo, with the Utopia Planitia patch just underneath it.

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Crio sat back in a daze at what he'd just been told. He could count on one hand those that he and Brexen could immediately think of who could want harm to come to James Harsting, or to abduct him. He also knew that Brexen's impulsiveness would risk getting him in trouble once again, especially when it met his and Brexen's strongly shared sense of loyalty and friendship toward his former captain, and Brexen's close friend and engineering colleague.

~Brex, don't blow this out of proportion, please... I beg you... I'm getting very tired of being yanked aside to be told to calm down because of my own actions... You and I can't afford to be side-lined this time for acting on impulse, despite how natural it is for you to just act without thinking...~ he thought toward Brexen's 'spirit'. While he still deeply cared for and loved her for all the time they spent together physically prior to her death, he knew enough that he can't be letting her cause him to go off on a tangent this time.

He then thought about Kestral, and wasn't sure how to fully express the duality of his current situation to her, not sure if she realized or even understood it. He likewise loved her very much, and had proven that to her rather passionately. He was concerned about how she might be affected if Brexen came out and took control during this mission, especially when he and Kestral would be together, either working, or when off-duty.

"Computer, what is Captain Grabfoot's present location?"

"Captain Grabfoot of~Two Dawns is in the captain's ready room."

"Ijoula to Captain Grabfoot, I need to see you as soon as possible, sir."

[Commander Crio Ijoula]

"I shall meet you in your quarters Commander. I am on my way. I can assure you the news will not be good."

That confirmed to him that the captain already knew what was going on with Jim, unless some other emergency came up that he didn't know about. He went over to his replicator and got some herbal tea with honey for himself and tried to remember something that the captain liked to drink for relaxing. He couldn't immediately come up with anything and decided to ask when he got there.

[Capt Grab Foot Of~Two Dawns]

He took the short ride to deck 2 then stepped out. He loped down the hallway, then came back, loping back to the TL. He then walked to Ijoula's quarters and rang the chime

[Commander Crio Ijoula]

He was by the replicator sipping his tea to help calm him when he heard the chime.

"Come in, sir."

He would see the doors "whoosh" open, and his Eeiauoan captain come in. "Can I get you something before we get started?"

[Capt Grab Foot Of~Two Dawns]

He walked into the Commander's quaters when he is invited to do so. As he glanced around, he saw the commander's quarters were well decorated. He caught a glimpe a set of photo's on his desk, one of them being Jim Harsting.

He turned toward the commander, standing at the replicator, when he asked if there was something he could get for him before they started. "A mug of chilled Kumis would be good. Thank you." He requested before looking for a place to sit

[Commander Crio Ijoula]

He nods. "Computer, a mug of Kumis, cold."

He waits as the replicator comes to life again and the beverage appears on the platform. He picks it up and brings it to the captain. "Here you go, sir." He motions to over to one of the two sofas as he picks up the photo album from his desk and heads over. There would also be a couple of reclining chairs near that sofa. "Wherever you'd prefer, I don't mind."

He sat the album down on the coffee table as he sat down and took another sip of his tea.

"I know I called you in a bit of a flurry, but I have a strong feeling you already know why." He glanced down at the picture of Jim and Brexen, then back up at him.

[Commander Crio Ijoula]

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