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Post by Second Lt Yuna Wynn on Jul 6, 2006 7:23:09 GMT -5
Yuna kisses Candi back, saddened by the news of her miscarriage. she reaches out, gently and lovingly touching Candi's stomach
"I'm sorry to hear that you have lost your child, love. If I can get pregnant, I will do whatever i can to keep our child"
Yuna rubs Candi's stomach gently, trying to make her feel better for the loss of her child
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Post by trekkiegal on Jul 6, 2006 22:44:58 GMT -5
She can feel the caring warmth from Yuna'stouch, she then notices the time.
Come on, where gonna be late.
She rises holding Yuna hand, as Yuna rises, she gives her one last passionate kiss, as she make her way for the exit.
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Post by Second Lt Yuna Wynn on Jul 14, 2006 9:13:25 GMT -5
"Come on, where gonna be late", Yuna hears Candi say. As she rises to her feet, she is pleasantly surprised by another passionate kiss from her lover. Yuna smiles
"I love your kisses, my love". Yuna would pat Candi's back side as they left her quarters
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Post by kvros on Jul 22, 2006 21:40:39 GMT -5
"Personal Log, 2nd Lieutenant K'Vros Ki'RK...
I recently was given shore leave on Bajor. Though I declined to take it, I was instructed to beam down to the planet and enjoy sometime off of the routine. I stayed long enough to smell the air, people watch for a couple hours and have a drink of some kind of juice I was offered from a street vendor.
Truly, this world would be plundered in less then a day if someone wished it so. The people here believe their prophets will grant them peace and see them through any bit of trouble to venture forth their way. Fools. Every one of them are fools to put such effort into their religion. Fifteen cruisers, perhaps less, could decimate this world in a matter of hours from above. Yet here they are. Walking about, praising would be gods to keep them safe and bless them in their travels. They ask to be guided in their lives, I say give them a map.
I'm a Marine of the Federation, not a Saint of some place of worship. I rely on the Marine to my left and right to get me through my day. If war came back to Bajor, it will be Federation lives that die upon it's streets and within orbit of this world. May their so called prophets, keep them safe.
Computer.. end log."
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Post by tidus1194 on Oct 4, 2006 2:32:47 GMT -5
Will was patiently taking care of his son rocking him to sleep.His thoughts were on what Captain Radiek had told him and Tirina his wife.
She supported him and said she would even go to Romulus with him.As he watched his tiny son drift off to sleep he placed him in his crib.He walked over to his desk and sent a SUB SPACE message for the New York.
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Post by Eviess Radaik on Oct 7, 2006 12:13:56 GMT -5
Having recieved his message she send one of her own:
Greetings Captain,
Captain Hunter congratulations on the birth of your child. May the elements bless this little life and guide him.
I understand completely your need to know who you are. The family you will be staying with will be delighted to know you will be with them soon. They have continued their search to find your family. To date there have been several leads they are investigating.
What you feel your soul is telling you is the elements guiding you. Let me know when you'll be leaving with your family. So the final arrangements can be made.
Eviess Radiak out........
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Post by tidus1194 on Oct 13, 2006 17:30:25 GMT -5
Will listened to what Captain Radaik said.It was strange this talk about the Elements but he somehow felt she was correct.He noticed when she signed out she used her first name.
"Computer send a sub space message to Captain Radaik USS New York.I am very excited about you having it all arranged.Captain Hunter Sowren and my child will be coming along."
He smiled to himself,"I can not thank you enough Hunter out."
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Post by Eviess Radaik on Oct 14, 2006 11:23:54 GMT -5
A sub space transmission was recieved and when he entered his quarters he heard the beep.
I have a sub-space message for you from the New York. He instructed the computer to open the message.
Jolan'tru
I am pleased to tell you that I will meet you at the Neutral Zone and then you and your family will board the NY. From there we will proceed to ch'Rhian. Your Romulan host family eagerly awaits you and your family.
The Elements have truly been good and blessed all of you.
Riov Eviess Radaik
She included a copy of another transmission she sent along with a translation.
Jolan'tru
Kholairlh-a ihir hann'yyo'ir. Arhem hhaemn au dignar mne. Will Hunter, diam hru'fir, and haedl, ssaed ihir hrrau stelai ler'lloann kre eisae-a. Au paeti ssaed lloannher, lloann ssaed hilai mne eisae-a.
Riov Eviess Radaik
Translation roughly:
Greetings,
Elements be thanked I bring you good news. Will Hunter, his wife and baby will be at the Federation Netural Zone in 2 days. I will be them there and they will arrive in 4 days.
Riov Eviess Radaik
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Post by FMar J Weslynes on Dec 10, 2006 16:08:09 GMT -5
As Darius walks into his quarters his computer alerts him to a sub-space message from his bondmate.
"Imzadi, I don't know when I will see you again, the ship is headed to a pre-determined destination. Apparently when we were at DS-5 along with an memory upgrade to the computer core, a program was added."
"The effects of this programing is complicated but ultimately it takes us out of the familiar space of the Federation and the near by area of DS-5. Where are we going, my love, the answer to that is anyones guess is as good as the next one."
"We will find our way back as we move forward Lt London is charting. I have so much to say to you my love, and so little time. I'm going to have the crew send messages home, like I am. I need to go so others can send their messages."
"Darius, with all my love always until I return know how very much I love you."
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Post by Darius Larson Weslynes on Dec 10, 2006 23:30:03 GMT -5
watching the message darius sits back in his chair a little reviewing the pegasus duty roster and evaluating the crews potential to allow fora safe return to thier sector of space. after a through exaluation and of course a little time to have a small break down about it he finally sends his reply hoping he still has time
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Post by fenrirsfury on Dec 16, 2006 23:20:09 GMT -5
Cadet Bralin crusher sits down in his quarters and reflexs. But he mostly thinks of a way to get a date on this ship.... He gets up and goes over his duties for the next day and decides to go to ten forward for a lil while.
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Post by Darius Larson Weslynes on Jan 2, 2007 21:40:24 GMT -5
::as if it were a part time hobby Darius is yet again shoved into a corner of his quarters going over a record of the last transmissions of the Pegasus Crew namely jeninas but secondly fielding the quality and preformance of the officers in the Pegs compliment. "they are a good crew smaft folks the engineers will find a way to get around it the helm officers smart he mapped the typhoon expanse and developed new algorythems. then again the operations managers no slouch either and they have that new counselor shes bound to keep the crew together thru all ths. and of course thier commander my Imzadi brave smart swift she,s strong i'm sure shes handling this all like a trooper just another mission ." Of course in his heart of hearts he knew this wasn,t just another mission and that she didn,t see it as such he prayed for her safetly and the return of both her ship and crew unharmed he drifted off to sleep that evening with thoughts of her swimmming in his head.
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Post by Maj. Deborah Vasset on Mar 25, 2007 10:18:37 GMT -5
After leaving the gym she returned to her quarters. Going directly into the shower. She relaxed for a few minutes under the soothing warmth of the sonic shower. She walked into the sleeping area, wearing a robe, and a towel around her hair. She sat on her bed, absently brushing her hair.
Her thoughts were on the new crew member Drayce. She liked him alot, finding him to be a gentleman, and easy to talk to. She went to bed, reading a new book from a Terran author.
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Post by Maj. Deborah Vasset on Mar 26, 2007 18:56:46 GMT -5
After an hour she got sleepy, then looking at the time she got up and went to her console to send a sub-space message to her Mother.
Mom,
Looks like I will not make it home for the family reunion. I miss you all very much, and hope to see you soon. Give everyone a kiss for me.
Not much has happened here. We got a new crew member. A real guy, and you'll be happy to hear a gentlemen. Well other then that there's nothing new.
Love ya always,
Deb
Computer end message and send it immediately.
She went into the sleeping quarters and went to bed. Falling asleep within minutes.
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Post by drayce on Mar 29, 2007 18:36:02 GMT -5
Finally, after several hours of watching the crew, not to mention an quite interesting conversation with that wonderment in woman's form, he enters his quarters, ready to settle down for the night.
Stripping off his uniform, dropping the pieces where ever they fell, as he made his way to the sleeping area, he has to hop a little to get the pant legs off, almost falling. Managing to catch himself on the wall with one hand, he shakes his head.
"What's wrong with me? Drayce, ol' boy, you've seen pretty eyes before." he mutters to himself. Finishing his strip job quickly, he makes his way over by the bed, only dressed in his skivvs. "Ahh, well. I know one way to drive that copper fire out of your head for the night." Dropping onto the floor in a one-handed pushup position. "For even letting her dominate for a minute, you get 100 of these, ol' man! Begin!" He barks the last to himself, as he starts doing his push ups.
Reaching 50, sweat pouring down his face, his arm burning, he changes arms, and resumes. Reaching 100, he stands, covered in sweat, his eyes clear, feeling quite awake. Shaking his head, splattering sweat dropplets through out a 3 meter area. Turning towards his shower, he steps in, "A quick rince, and we'll be fine. C'mon ol' man. You can do better than that! Keep your mind on the job, not in your pants!"
Runs the shower as cold as he could stand it, trying to settle his mind on sleep, not on Deborah. Even the name rolled in his mind delicately, and seductively. After several minutes, still not able to drive her out of his head, he exits the shower, a towl wrapped around his hips, and moves into the bed room. Looking at the lonly bed, he can't make himself crawl into it quite yet. Grabbing a sweat suit out of his locker, he quickly dresses, deciding that several laps around the marine decks would do him good, since the pushups didn't help.
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