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Post by Captain Jeff Addison on Sept 3, 2009 9:02:47 GMT -5
Where everyone lives
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Post by Sinopa Pallaton on Sept 3, 2009 10:38:21 GMT -5
He went first to the quartermaster and got his quarters. Along with a map, and a few other things. He nodded to the man and was once again amazed that he seemed surprised to see a Blackfoot Indian. He would ponder on that later. Almost for a moment only, he was tempted to raise his hand and say "How", as the stories showed his people to do in a simplistic childlike manner. Then decided he was not worth his good nature. Turning with the things he was given he walked out.
Following the instructions he went to his quarters after a few false tries. When he reached his quarters, he typed in his access code. Once inside he could no longer contain his laughter at the gross ignorance he was meeting up with today. After a good laugh, where his side actually hurt he unpacked his few issued items. Then carefully he lifted out the tribal items he had.
The first was the flute his grandfather gave him, so he could learn to play and later to attract a wife with a rich courting song. And to assist him in his work when it was time to pass on the family tradition.
Sinopa smiled remembering that day. His grandfather had the flute wrapped in a skin tied to protect it from the elements. He unwrapped it then removed it from the pouch he made under his fathers watchful eye. Looking around the room he placed it on the table. Where ever he went so went his flute.
He then took out the dream catcher his Aunt made, after he was plagued with a series of nightmares after turning 5. He remembered the legend but more importantly how well it worked. A child will trust an elder, especially one that is loved and held in high esteem. Smiling he briefly remembered how it worked. And how its meaning would alter according to his age. He placed it over his bed so the webbing would catch the dreams, sending the good ones down the center, flowing down the feathers to his sleeping form. The bad or evil dreams would be caught and held until the power was lost, then sent out but not to the sleeper. Did he still believe this, he smiled at the thought.
He took out the dagger sitting he began to sharpen it. When finished he placed it in its sheath and then fastened the belt on his waist. He finished unpacking taking care to place tribal items in a secure place for now. He would finish unpacking and putting them in more permanent places later.
He walked out of this quarters to his office and he wanted to see the detention area. Since he was listed as medical specialist he would stop at the sickbay too.
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Post by Lt. Commander Asano Nitobe on Sept 13, 2009 19:16:54 GMT -5
Asano had asked for smaller quarters then what was normally assigned to the Senior Officers. He no need fo such space and preferred his living area sparse.
The room had been emptied of the bed and several other items. As requested, a Tatami (Straw mat) was pn the corner.
His belongings were there waiting for him. He opened the cases and began to remove things.
He found what he wished to put up first. The words always soothed him. He carefully inrolled the rice paper tablet where the words on it were done in hand by a scribe of note.
It was a Hai-Ku. By the ancient poet Basho
"Last night I dreamed I was a Butterfly.
But today I am not sure
if I am a Man
or a Butterfly dreaming to be a Man"
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Post by Sinopa Pallaton on Sept 25, 2009 9:19:09 GMT -5
After being called to the captains office he needed time to vent the growing anger he felt that bordered on rage. He went to the holodeck, then to his office finally here. His feelings were still intense, he would need time to mediate, walk and talk with the spirits hopefully his spirit guide. But first he would calm down more. He looked at the computer and decided to make an entry. After his return from the Captains office he sat at his desk, making the following entry Computer open log
Personal log
I find myself on a ship in the Imperial Navy. On what was supposed to civilian post, as a way to gain trust among the crew faster. To facilitate my work, however that was quickly changed. Now I have been given a rank of midshipmen. At the Captains choosing I will be tested to become an officer.
It will not be because I want or desire to be an officer. It will not be based on fear either, something the Terrans believe is essential. No, it will be based on honor, my honor and mine alone. As the Elders taught honor is all we have left at the end of our days. Fear will be fleeting, never guiding, standing in the way always, to being more then what can be.
Such feelings and beliefs are mine and not to be shared among a people who have no such concepts. I will need to have a place, a state where only I can reside. Away from them, while remaining part of.
It is time for me to concentrate on a course of study. close log He went to the desk and sat there, calling up the needed text for this test. A few hours later he got up, stretching then went to the replicator ordering his meal of venison stew made the way his mother did. While he ate he continued his study. His anger finally leaving him. |
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Post by Lt. Commander Asano Nitobe on Oct 8, 2009 20:35:43 GMT -5
Another waking dream.
The sky was flashing lightening. The flashes went between two worlds. The dream and the waking world. The lightening flashes. There it was. The broken, abandoned bamboo shack. The last place he had seen Hosachi's dismembered body.
But there was something else. Some detail that he needed to look for again. His denial and eventual grief clouded his observational skills in this matter.
There it was. A word. A name. Written in blood on the cracking, breaking wall of the old shack. It flashed from the memory. For an instant, he saw the name on the wall of his quarters.
Wabaso.
It filled him with rage. His anger turning to tears. He looked at the name, and began to cry. Not just cry, but wail. No one outside his soundproofed quarters must hear this. No one must see him like this. No one must know.
The shack was gone. leaving only the dimly lit quarters. Cries in the darkness.
"Hosachiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!!!!!!!!"
He fell with his head between his legs. Broken down and crying. He had no choice but to let it come. He could not fight this. It had to run its course.
Would then shower and meditate to recollect himself.
"You will die, Wabaso. Coward. You will die slow"
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Post by ootadabun on Nov 20, 2009 0:37:33 GMT -5
After getting her uniforms from the Quarter master and her quarters assignment she walked to the TL and rode it to her deck.Stepping outside she turned left and went around a corner to the doors to her room.
Once inside she frowned at the clinical sparse space she was to live in.The huts her people made were sparse but for a purpose.There was love in those buildings here it just looked like the creator of this ship cared nothing for those who would live in it.
She began to unpack putting her clothing up first.She then came to her personal possessions.First she hung the bow her brother gave to her before she left.It was ornate and had the feathers of a hawk sown in where the bow string connected.She knew it was not for shooting but a token to remember him.
Carefully she unrolled the Black bear fur her father gave her.It was the first bear he had ever killed and as he said would give her strength she would need.She fully understood the pride and worry her father was showing her by giving it to her.
She slowly took out the simple wooden box her grand mother had given her.Slowly opening it she saw the paints and the hoops that were inside.Her grand Mother had been the best dancer of the hoops in her village.She had taught Oota the ways of the hoop dance and she had become very good at it.
She hoped she would be able to keep practicing the dance with her busy job.The dance represented the bravery and honor of her people and she would never forget that.Very carefully she displayed the paints on her shelf and hung the hoops on the far wall from her brothers bow.
She sat on the hard couch and looked closely at the knife that was made by her Grand Father.It had ornate carvings on the hilt.The blade razor sharp and very strong.Normally this would have went to one of her brothers but it was passed to her for her sacrifice.
She looked up at the ceiling doubting her decision for a split second.Her resolve was reaffirmed however when she thought if she had not volunteered to come others in her village would have been "volunteered" by the recruiters that had started to come to her home.
She had joined to protect others of her clan from having to do the same.She knew Sinopa had always wanted to know what the outside world was like but she had not heard he had volunteered as well.This was something she would have to talk to him about and soon.
Her quarters finished she began to write a letter home.Knowing full well it would be screened before sending she worded it carefully so it would not offend anyone or be misconstrued for anything than a letter home.
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Post by Major Kaylee Garrett on Nov 25, 2009 1:32:58 GMT -5
She left the Captain's conference room and was going to head to the hanger bay to take a shower. But instead she went to her quarters to take one. As the doors opened to her quarters she striped off her flight suit as she made her way to the shower. She stepped into the shower and put on the hot water and let it run down her body. She knew it was a sign of weakness but she could not help but think about the men she lost.
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Post by Sinopa Pallaton on Dec 4, 2009 19:59:51 GMT -5
On the TL he decided to go to his crews instead of his office. He held the box with the coverted ensign pips, after entering his quarters he tossed the box on the table.
He took his flute sitting cross legged on the deck plating. He began to play the songs of his childhood swaying slightly to the beat. After a half hour or so he began to work on the song he was composing for Oota. Before they married he would finish it and play for her during the ceremony.
Finally he got up, ate dinner and then mediated on the thing they so desired. Rank, enough to kill for. Opening the box he looked at the contents. There was no gold, no gems, nothing of value that he could see.
Before the mediation he remembered the words of the captain. That prior to this Sinopa was seen as an annoyance, now he might become a target. A rank to get by killing another. And they called his people primitive. Such actions would not even be thought of.
He entered his mediation with these thoughts.
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Post by ootadabun on Dec 6, 2009 20:00:53 GMT -5
Walking into her quarters she looked at herself in the mirror.Her uniform looked and felt very strange at the moment.Sinopa's question as to why she wore it fresh in her mind.
She had already known that they coveted rank but it was not until she reached the Defiant that it had reared its ugly head so openly.Some perhaps all of the crew was willing to kill for such things.
Taking of her uniform she thought of Sinopa.His words confirmed what she had known deep in her heart.He would do anything for her including dying to protect her.
As she stepped into the shower she decided she could do the same for him.Her rank though not high was enough to give her a little leeway to protect Sinopa.Of course he could never know what she was attempting to do he would have nothing of it.
Stepping out of the shower she put on a simple dress made by her mother.She recalled the meeting with Captain Addison.She had seen in Sinopa's eyes that he of all others on the ship had gained at least Sinopa's attention perhaps even a little respect.
Walking back into the living area of her quarters.She decided she would ask Sinopa if he had indeed come to respect the Captain or had they just come to an unspoken agreement of some kind.
As she brushed her thick jet black hair she remembered the way the Lt. Tracy Jones had smiled at Sinopa.Was she genuinely interested in him or was this another game they played?
Deciding that she was only frustrating herself in such thoughts she sat on the floor of her quarters and meditated on her thoughts.
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Post by Sinopa Pallaton on Jan 18, 2010 12:56:14 GMT -5
He walked into his quarters, sighed deeply then wished he took Oota with him. But his rank was too low, or so the books he studied told him. All that would do is make him more creative in finding ways to see her.
He went to bed and fall asleep quickly. He decided to feast before the cerebration. He wanted his spirit clean, relieved of the things that distressed him lately.
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Post by Sinopa Pallaton on Jan 21, 2010 18:37:54 GMT -5
He woke up early, and got dressed. He would wait to eat, he would enjoy the meal Oota presented. He left his quarters going to holodeck he knew he would have nice refreshing cold bath. Getting in the water was always the more difficult part, but once in it wasn't that bad.
He left his quarters making sure his door was locked. He learned early on not to trust anyone here.
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Post by ootadabun on Jan 21, 2010 19:44:29 GMT -5
Getting up early she quickly got dressed and left her quarters.She knew today would be filled with many things all of them comforting to her.She did wonder if Tracy was really prepared for the hard work ahead of her.
Deciding Tracy would catch on with a little help she made her way to the Holo Deck.
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Lt. Tracy Jones
UF Junior Member
Don?t hate me cause I?m beautiful! Hate me cause I?m better than you!
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Post by Lt. Tracy Jones on Jan 22, 2010 13:33:37 GMT -5
She woke up early and got dressed, She knew today was going to be hard on her but she was looking forward to it. She then left and head to the Holo deck
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Post by Cmdr Dominique Fleury on Mar 29, 2010 19:51:39 GMT -5
{Repost From Holodeck }
Sloan's control panel flashed indicating one of the holosuites was in use. Instead of giving a vocal command, he tapped in "Display Program" along with his security access code and the computer complied with a description of both the user and the scenario.
He grinned as he considered how what he was reading might play out in the mind of the Betazoid officer. The women of Betazed weren't shy and with their empathic abilities, could make a an intimate encounter even more enjoyable. Lately he'd been considering what Keyren was offering and his imagination was now warming to the possibilites.
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Post by Cmdr Dominique Fleury on Apr 8, 2010 11:04:27 GMT -5
(Continued from Holodeck)
For a few moments Sloan wondered if he'd fallen asleep. The scenario he'd created for himself and had been enjoying, had changed. He no longer directed it but it was contiuing independently. His confusion lifted as he watched Keyren gracefully arch out of the water. Her gaze seemed to be directed right at him.
"Damn! That little vixen somehow figured out I was watching her." The thought was both disturbing and tantalizing.
"What do you think about that, my dear commander?" The thought echoed in his head but he knew it wasn't his own.
He stroked his short beard thoughtfully. "Oh, I think you'll find out soon enough "my dear ensign." He sent back an image considerably more detailed than her teasing glimpses had been.
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