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Post by LtCmdr Dr. Cindy Lee McKenzie on Jun 3, 2008 18:54:13 GMT -5
She sees the Captains antennae draw back slightly. "I also believe that it is implied that in the failing of the child their is a failing of the parent, perhaps that is where the natural instinct for protection comes from. It is an interior sense of guilt about the failure of parenthood which drives us to so vehemently protect the child, for maybe without the parent's influence the child would truly be blameless..." He then pauses as he checks the time.
"That is true Captain" she looks at him as he talks "I will be their Captain she follows him
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Post by terraliromimd on Jun 11, 2008 10:25:19 GMT -5
He leaves engineering tapping his com badge, "Captain Shran, Ensign Darryl reporting for duty shift. On my way to the bridge to assume post."
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Post by Lt Aidan McKenzie on Jun 25, 2008 8:52:23 GMT -5
OOC: Taken from the SIM and posting response
Cindyleehannover: CNS>TAC> your mind pulls it from things you read, saw, felt then makes it in to an illison thats so real you believe it, you smell it you feel it
CO Trent Will: CO>He stands in his chair "Enough.. I have no gaurantee that it won't happen again. My mind is made up. You have not persuaded me, Cadet.
CO Trent Will: CO>TAC> For the next two weeks you are on light duty for the next two weeks, and you are no longer my tactical officer. Report to Lieutenant Reid first thing tomorrow morning.
CO Trent Will: CO>TAC> "You will be working under him as his assistant engineer... Both of you are dismissed." He sits back down in his chair
He bit off a response to what the counselor last said to focus on what the captain was saying. When he finished, he was not happy. He glared defiantly at him and instead of telling him his thoughts, he simply turned and exited his office, striding toward the TL. Once inside, he muttered "Deck 11"
He must have not said it loud enough for the computer chimed in "Please re-state your request"
He glared and raised his voice, trying not to shout "I said Deck 11! Hear me now?!" He asked, clearly upset, and using sarcasm
Computer calmly replied "Affirmative" and whisked him toward deck 11
Aidan muttered "Good"
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Post by LtCmdr Dr. Cindy Lee McKenzie on Jun 25, 2008 10:27:06 GMT -5
She listens to Aidan and the Commodore when the Commodore finished Aidan glared at him then exited the Commodore's office
She nods to the Commodore as she stands then exits, as she enters the bridge she sees Aidan entering the TL, she tries and catch but is to late
She stand with her hand on the TL "Aidan" she says in a whisper when the TL returns she enters it finding out were he went she then heads to Deck 11
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Post by Captain Shran on Oct 13, 2008 11:23:35 GMT -5
Shran places the last bit of ornament on the shelf in the far left of his new office. He takes a moment to step back and admire the effect. The office... his office, was once again back to normal.
The couch that sat on the left wall, his books on the shelf, the ornamental weapons, the historic display of rank markings and com-badges, his personal pictures, the map of the Alpha Quadrant, his painting of a the Khyzhon Sea, a replica of the Federation charter, his small wooden flute, the Andorian Ice Diamond, and even the sheared off piece of hull plating.
There was only one exception. He left a piece of ornament which he found upon his return. Commodore Williams must've put it up while this office was his. It was a small silver plaque that read,
"If I have seen farther than others, it is because I was standing on the shoulder of giants." -Isaac Newton
Shran admired the small unadorned inscription and imitated a human smile as he looked upon it. Silently he hoped that the Commodore had found the peace which he had always searched for. His sacrifice had saved his life and the Andorian would never forget it.
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Post by Captain Shran on Oct 28, 2008 0:21:18 GMT -5
Shran walked into his office and sat down at the desk activating the console. It was only a moment before the mustached visage of Admiral De Gaul appeared before him.
"Ahh, Captain. I was wondering when I would be hearing from you again. I assume you have met your assistance." his voice dropped a pitch with the last word.
"I have, Admiral. Why a Romulan vessel?"
"You're direct, Shran. I respect that." He took a moment before answering. "We detected the Dhivael as she cross the neutral zone. Though the Commander is well within her rights to do so according to the Alliance treaty, it seemed an odd move for her unless she had a destination."
"She was coming to Delta III," Shran guessed.
"We believe so. The Romulans have as much deep space sensors as we do. It's reasonable to assume they saw the same thing. I couldn't have her ordered away from the sight because of the treaty, so I did the next best thing."
"You ordered her to the crash site?"
"Exactly. The Romulan High Command must think we are idiots to not assume what she must be up to. Be careful of her, Captain. Comply fully with your orders and with the treaty but use caution. Now she knows that she is being watched. it will either make her more cautious or more bold in her actions. That wreck is Federation property. Do you understand?"
"Understood, sir." Shran nodded once.
"Good. De Gaul out." The image winked from existence and Shran was left alone to stare out the office's expansive viewport.
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Post by Capt Inid Kiara on Oct 29, 2008 12:08:27 GMT -5
Their com badges were left open and Captain Shran was listening to every word being spoken.
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Post by Riov Liordra t'Takar on Nov 24, 2008 10:51:50 GMT -5
The following message was sent to the U.S.S. Aryes and directed to Captain Shran.
From: Riov Liordra t'Takar. Leih, RSE Dhivael
To: Captain Shran, Commanding Officer, U.S.S. Aryes
Re: Information received
Captain Shran,
I have no reason to attempt to deceive you in misrepresenting the contents of the information chip received from our away team, as it can and I am certain will be, verified by your own personnel.
My Chief Engineer believes this to be a phasic drive, capable of travel within at least five dimensions and by an extension of existing theory, from there to any point within our own universe, including those others which are accessible through hyperstring connectivity.
There is enormous potential in this and as is becoming clearer, great danger as well.
For the remainder of our time here, I recommend we put aside our mutual suspicions and work together to recover what we can. Consider too, if both the Romulan Empire and Starfleet are aware of this, that others may be as well, including the Borg themselves.
Riov Liordra t'Takar
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Post by Captain Shran on Nov 25, 2008 2:31:53 GMT -5
Shran entered into his office after the Lieutenant posting at the Ops station made him aware of the message coming from the Romulan Warbird. It was marked to him, and as far as he could tell this was the information he had been waiting for. He was weary when he opened, not knowing what expect...
...After reading the Commander's message, he sat behind his desk to ponder what he had learned. The Commander was surprising candid with something could have been very valuable to have kept hidden. After revealing the existence of a... phasic drive... Shran doubted what could she have left out? It reminded him of an old Andorian saying. You don't hide the knife after revealing the sword.
This news was disturbing... Romulans no longer seemed like his biggest fear...
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Post by Lt Tarkel London on Jan 3, 2010 21:29:18 GMT -5
tarkel entersslowly allowing the doors plenty of time to clear. his tall form casting a long shadow on the ready room hooded form standing almost head and shoulders above the captain his stature a startling 6,10 almost to tall to fit the door frame. Salowly he closes the distance to the Andorian. " Lt Tarkel London , helm and operations depertment with four years of expeerience as cheif navigator onboard the U.S.S Pegasus reporting for duty as requested pre transfer request labeled in personal files." Snapping his orders out of his desert robes and presenting his service records for review with a small nodded salute
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Post by Supreme General Shran on Nov 8, 2011 10:47:28 GMT -5
The Andorian walked through the unfamiliar captain’s office as he waited. He assumed everything had been left as it had upon the disappearance of the Aryes’ captain. It was the kind of sentimentality he had come to expect of humans. He ran a finger over an Andorian blade that sat upon one of the shelves. It was dull and clearly nothing more than an heirloom, a showpiece. His antennae twitched in disgust, a shelf was no place for such a weapon.
In fact, over all he found himself not very impressed with what the decorum of the room told him of the office’s former occupant. Weakness and a naïve sort of idealism seemed to permeate every bulkhead. He looked at the images of smiling humans, Terran literature, and even a replica of some kind of ancient Earth armor. All of it screamed of the corruption suffered by his race in this universe. Even worse it showed the kind of interest in war and battle that was clearly out of academic or even romantic interest. There was no real inclination that he now stood in the room of a true warrior, merely a child who wanted to be one.
He did note, that the office was well preserved, as one might preserve a burial ground. Even the Colonel refused to take the office when she assumed command of the ship. Even he could feel the sacredness that the crew had imbued into the room. He thought momentarily of Colonel Christienne and another Christienne he had known, what felt like a lifetime ago. Of all the weakness he saw in this universe he did not count her among it. She was much like her other self in many aspects. She was like a glacier covered in a snowfall. On the outside she gave the appearance of the soft fluffy and inviting weakness of her peers, but underneath he sensed the hardened ice that was there. Even if she never admitted it, Shran knew she was the kind of person who would do what was necessary when the situation called for it. It made her a dangerous and unpredictable enemy, but just maybe it could also make her a dangerous and unpredictable ally as well.
The Andorian looked in the mirror as he adjusted the ridiculous uniform he found himself forced to wear, and he again thought of another Kiele Christienne and wondered what could had been, had things been different. He turned his antennae as if to dismiss the idea. That kind of thinking was never productive. It was a different time, a different universe, and none of it had any bearing on the mission at hand. Still seeing her again, here and young, it stirred old ideas, but it was not her, not really. This Colonel Christienne was only the shadow of the woman he once knew. She was a cub where once a powerful leopardess had stood. Yet, even shadows had power, even cubs had claws. Maybe she could be useful, at least for a while…
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