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Post by sowrentirina on Feb 10, 2006 11:30:46 GMT -5
::smiles:: I am glad you enjoy being on this ship. ::to Clara:: This next mission will be a trying and challenging one. ::takes a sip from her glass, looks around the room for more crew to show they like the lounge:: Any interesting cases lately? I dont need details.
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Post by claramarie on Feb 11, 2006 3:54:45 GMT -5
:;nodding as the Captain explained how challenging the new mission would be,she sipped her drink before answering her question."To tell the truth Captain,I have had a lot of enlisted marines come in to talk.I understand they are like anybody else and stress is stress.Yet it is strange usually I have to have a marine dragged in kicking and screaming before they come to my office.::Shrugs::I guess its just all the intense missions here of late,and the marines do suffer high casualty rates.But still to have them set up appointments with me is unique to say the least.
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Post by Darius Larson Weslynes on Feb 19, 2006 2:39:09 GMT -5
darius makes his way into the lounge slapping his monthly evaluation questionaire clara cornered him into taking in front of her curiously enough the answer to everything says nothing bu tthe phrase "plastic tabs " every question from how is your day to what are you thinking the answer is always plastic tabs that or cows with guns:: good evening captain so finally a tough mission something i can really get my hands dirty with some sort of energy draining species? the ones taht took out the first aryes well thats cause you didn't have a whip tail security chief like me i say let them try it again i'll send them away crying I already have the officers trained in hand to hand and new techniques for low to no power security interfaces and direct telepathic links with most of my officers i'm ready for this ::an evil smile crosses his face :
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Post by sowrentirina on Mar 10, 2006 9:58:59 GMT -5
::she enters the lounge and orders a wornagh. she figured a change was needed then her usual tea. She looks to Darius.:: Hey there. ::nods to Clara:: We have a battle ahead of us so lets drink to our health. ::smiles:: Ok and to my upcoming wedding to a wonderful guy. ::takes a drink after raising her glass::
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Post by claramarie on Mar 10, 2006 13:27:05 GMT -5
Smiling as the Captain talked,Clara raised her glass.
"I hope you two are very happy Ma'am.And too our health as well?Sipping her drink,"I hope we are all invited?"
She smiled,The Captain was tough but fair,yet she seemed to have a slight glow about her.She whispered to Darius,"Oh its love alright."
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Post by Commander T'Lar on Mar 13, 2006 0:20:09 GMT -5
Lt Cmdr T'Lar would walk into the lounge and directed herself over to the bar. She took a sit at the bar and ordered Klitanta k'forati-mun, a kleetanta with forati sauce, and a Vulcan Brandy. As she would wait for her order, T'Lar would glanced over to see who else was at the bar and would gave them a nod in greeting.
T'Lar would look back and noticed that her her food and drink is on the bar. She would pick up her utensils and began to eat. Occasionally, she would stop eating to take a sip of her Vulcan Brandy.
She would of course listen in on her crewmembers conversations on about the mission at hand.
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Post by claramarie on Mar 14, 2006 2:54:11 GMT -5
Clara watched as she saw Commander T'Lar walk in.She walked over smiling.Hello Commander how are you today?
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Post by Commander T'Lar on Mar 14, 2006 13:14:06 GMT -5
Lt Cmdr T'Lar would look over at Clara and gave her a nod as she placed her glass back down onto the bar.
"Greetings, Counselor. I am well and alive.", T'Lar would say as she neatly placed her hands onto her own lap.
"What are your thoughts on the aliens that we had came across? Do you have any ideas of what their reasons are to take some of our crewmembers with them? I only came up with a few logical conclusions that they may want them for ransom, to study us, or may use them as slaves or forced labors."
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Post by brikar on Mar 14, 2006 13:25:10 GMT -5
::Park walks into the room standing well over 7' tall, he walks to the replicator and the deckplates vibrate slightly with every step he takes. He adjusts his grav belt to put a little less weight on the floor, and his feet:: extra large coffee, black :: he walks over to a table hoping that noone would notice him, but it was probably a little too late for that. He sits down and takes a sip of coffee::
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Post by claramarie on Mar 16, 2006 3:58:52 GMT -5
Clara looked at T'Lar with very serious eyes."Commander there actions seem to show both a scientific interest as well as the possibility of labor,perhaps even food."
::takes her coffee::The come in claim this section of space abduct crew members.I would think they are trying to see if we are useful as labor and as I stated earlier a possible food source."::Sips her coffee::
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Post by Commander T'Lar on Mar 17, 2006 19:55:28 GMT -5
T'Lar would listen to the Counselor as she spoke of her ideas of why the aliens could be taking their crewmembers. The ideas that Counselor Marie had gave were logical ones to consider.
"Those are also possible logical answers. We will find a way to retrieve them quickly as possible before any of those possible answers would take place. I'm sure that there will be a Federation ship nearby to lend us a hand to help out. But in the mean time, we all need to figure out quickly as possible of how to retrieve the Captain and the rest of the crewmembers from the alien ship."
T'Lar would pick up her glass and would take a small sip of it before placing it back down. "Out of how much the rest of the crewmembers feel about the crewmembers that had been abducted, we should not allow our feelings to get in our way and cloud our judgements and decisions."
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Post by Darius Larson Weslynes on Apr 2, 2006 12:23:24 GMT -5
well you may very well havea point there t'Lar but with out feeling life would seem to mechanicial and dry for me. I honestly require something else, some fire in life to focus my thoughts on ,some how to keep myself motivated as opposed to always letting my logic get tobest of me. as security sometimes i have to go with a hunch,some primitive gut instincts. Those are usually right before logic ever rears its head. Right now my guts telling me its time for a chese burger. ::smirks at claira and adds a chuckle:
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Post by brikar on Apr 3, 2006 7:57:46 GMT -5
::His very large frame looks over at Darius as he makes his way back to the replicator:: Well Lieutenant, sir, you've got an excellent point. ::looks up at T'lar:: But sometimes my feelings get the best of me and i break things. Granted they're all either my own things or they're holographic things, but sometimes its best to find a better way to control those kind of feelings. ::smirks, with that menacing smirk:: and my gut's screaming for 5 or 6 cheezeburgers
::he taps the replicator panel and a plate with a 220z Boneless steak, a slightly smaller piece of chicken, a fully loaded baked potato, and a very very tall glass of orange juice appears in the rep. he licks his chops as he carries it back to the table::
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Post by Commander T'Lar on Apr 3, 2006 18:31:48 GMT -5
LtCmdr T'Lar looked at each one of them as they spoke before she spoke again.
"Where there's no emotion, there's no motive for violence and once you master your passions in that way they are used to slow entropy. Having no anger causes less destruction and more open to peace."
T'Lar would only glance at Delarion as he would walk over to the replicator to retrieve his food. She glanced back at the rest of the group as she picked up her glass of drink. Taking a short sip from it. She placed the glass back down on the bar. Her hands were slightly clamly, shaking a bit. A few small beads of sweat had balled up on her forhead, but only noticeable to the ship's counselor.
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Post by Darius Larson Weslynes on Apr 4, 2006 9:39:26 GMT -5
::nods at Ensign Park and back at the Lt Commander::
These are all valid and logicial points you two. points worthy oif research but if we are to truely suppress our emotions and outr gut instincts that can only lead to trouble. as security not being able to feel my way around a situation only further complicates things. when i simply approach a blind corner logicially and shoot the odds I may very well be pointing my rifle at a child or someother unknowing non hostile target but if i can feel the youngster quivering and frightened i'll know the next course of action
:with the conclusion of ihis statement he returns to eyeing his PADD and reviewing the inteririors of several ships diagrams resetting security protocals accordingly and sipping his insanely strong yet delightfully sweet coffee:
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