Kefira
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Post by Kefira on Aug 2, 2010 19:58:25 GMT -5
She tried to keep the Trilithium chamber controlled and balanced to make sure nothing went wrong. She would glance from time to time at the Chief seeing him very busy with the other engineers. She was hoping she was doing well and pleasing her fellow crew mates.
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Post by Lt m'Leezz on Aug 10, 2010 18:54:02 GMT -5
She continued to check on the energy flow and space chatter. They were moving at a speed that made it difficult to hear but her above average hearing even for a feline was really helpful. She was able to detect a transmission that was somewhat confusing to her.
"Sir I have a transmission that states SFC is not happy with us going to assist the Tarawa."
In her mind it was confusing why they would not want the Tarawa to receive assistance. Humans she would never understand them, and doubted she wanted to.
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Post by Commander Crio Ijoula on Aug 11, 2010 6:45:33 GMT -5
He had gotten to reading some updates from some of the stations that were changing shifts, when he heard m'Leezz speak up about Starfleet Command not liking the fact that Terrasect went out to rescue the Tarawa.
Hearing this message prompted a frown, and he felt deep-seated anger stirring up within, thanks to the last major rescue he had embarked on involving personal reasons.
Excuse me?!?!? We head out to rescue comrades, and you don't approve of that?!?!? he thought to himself, barely managing to keep it from being blurted out loud.
He felt his right hand trying to ball up into a fist, so he put the PADD down that he was reading and used his left hand to help keep his reaction from being seen. He also had a potent urge to lash out with words, but he actually had to bite his tongue a bit to force himself from saying what he was thinking, knowing very well that it would be improper to speak those particular thoughts on the bridge in front of the crew.
Maybe his imagination was kicked up into over-drive, but he was beginning to smell some kind of a problem -- one that he hoped wasn't true.
He stood up from his seat, and walked slowly toward the first officer's ready room that was directly off the bridge, something that he was getting used to again, and stopped by the doors. It would be clear to at least Grabfoot that something was gnawing at him.
Jim Harsting had seen this reaction out of him before, and he'd have known and likely understood the significance of it. It is what led him to a 'vigilante' kind of mission to save his sister when she was kidnapped, and he had learned that Starfleet more-or-less wasn't going to do anything about it directly.
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Post by Lt m'Leezz on Aug 12, 2010 14:40:47 GMT -5
She began to pick up on the sudden release of adrenalin her nose twitched and she turned to the source of the odor. She first calmed down her immediate reaction and then her whiskers drooped slighly. She knew he must be somekind of pain. Her tail moved around her waist a little tighter almost like a hug.
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Post by Capt Grab Foot Of~Two Dawns on Aug 12, 2010 15:13:18 GMT -5
Several hours into the journey, reports came in the shifts were ending and starting again. He glanced up as M'Leezz reported that she picked up messages that Star Fleet Command is a little unhappy that they are going into potential danger to rescue the Tarawa. His whiskers twitched in response "Whether they are unhappy or not, I do not intend to sit idle and let one of our own be destroyed, not if I can do something about it. Some of us has friends, and family aboard. Life is dangerous, no matter what we do, whether we're flying into an unstable region of space or sitting at a desk in an office. Anything can happen."
He turned to Crio as his smell changed, became more pungent, and familiar. He remembered the smell when he was still a tactical officer and he made one of the biggest tactical errors in his life, and nearly started a intergalactic incident that may have blown out into a war. He was relieved that cooler heads had prevailed.
He watched as his First Officer got up and move slowly toward his office, he trying to keep his emotion in check, at least until he got into his office. A glance toward M'Leezz and he noticed her drooped whiskers, her tail sliding around her waist. She too noticed the Commander's mood, whether the commander tried hiding it or not. It is difficult when half the bridge officers can sniff things out, even when they were intended to be hidden.
He stood and turned towards the First Officer's Ready Room, intending to fight out what is bugging the First Officer. He then shook his head slightly then sat back down. If the Commander wanted to tell him what was bothering him, he would inform him. Until then, he'd wait.
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Post by Commander Crio Ijoula on Aug 12, 2010 17:28:19 GMT -5
He paused as he was about to trip the door sensor when he heard the captain's response. His emotions had come very close to the surface at the message, but he drew comfort from Grabfoot's response, prompting an enormous sigh of relief.
Given the choice, Crio would rather be damned than ignore comrades in need of help -- a trait that he demonstrated before on numerous occasions.
He would give a nod toward his captain, if he wanted to speak with him in private, as he tripped the door sensor and stepped inside the ready room.
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Post by Lt. Thelis on Aug 12, 2010 18:51:14 GMT -5
"Captain?" Thelis used his most soothing and diplomatic tone. The tension had been rising on the bridge ever since Lt m'Leezz had relayed the message from Starfleet Command.
"I've reviewed the recent communiques from Command and while it's true they don't want any other ships to endanger themselves, if possible, by entering that sector, they've also made it clear that a ship in distress takes precedence over any current mission. The lack of any specific reason for their "unhappiness" suggests to me that they are only concerned for our safety, not that they consider your actions inappropriate."
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Post by Capt Grab Foot Of~Two Dawns on Aug 12, 2010 19:46:56 GMT -5
He heard his Tactical/Science Officer speak up from behind him, getting his attention. He turned in his chair and looked up and over to the said officer, then listened to what he had to say, which he had also had been monitoring communications, he commenting that SFC made it clear that ships in distress took priority over any other mission. That would confirm what Thunder told him as well that he picked up and he told Thelis "That particular message thunder picked up as well, so you both are right. Although I think Star Fleet worries over the littlest things and tends to worry too much. We're all Star Fleet Officers, trained for this sort of thing. If we are unable to conduct a simple rescue mission, then we shouldn't be out here." That was his opinion and he wondered if the others felt the same
As he turned back, he noticed that Crio had stopped before he entered his ready room. The nod was given. If he wanted to go and see what was gnawing at the Commander, he would tell him. He stood. Might as well get it over with before it would possibly become a problem. He told Thelis "You have the Bridge, Lt." Before turning and moving toward the First Officer's Ready Room. He tapped the signal to announce he wanted to enter
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Post by Commander Crio Ijoula on Aug 12, 2010 20:20:26 GMT -5
By the time that he heard the chime, Crio was at the desk, holding a picture of Bri that he normally kept on a shelf to his immediate left, on the wall.
He was fighting with his emotions, after the last time he heard that Starfleet was "unhappy" about a rescue of comrades, in that particular case, his sister.
"Come in, sir." he said, in a somewhat somber tone, as he was struggling to hold his emotions in check.
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Post by Lt. Thelis on Aug 20, 2010 22:11:07 GMT -5
"Aye, Sir." Thelis responded. He looked over the bridge with a new perspective. What would it be like to command a vessel such as this? He let the scale of that thought settle on his shoulders and tested the weight of it. Command was not something he had ever seriously considered, but he had to admit that just now, the mantle was not an uncomfortably heavy one.
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Post by Capt Grab Foot Of~Two Dawns on Aug 22, 2010 12:45:04 GMT -5
He heard the acknowledgment from Thelis as he entered the Commander's Office. The Office that used to be his office when Captain Harsting had been healthy. He shakes his head, bringing him back to the present to see Ijoula sitting at his desk with what looks to be a photograph of someone. His sister, perhaps? He presumed it is since she's the only person he keeps around
He stepped in further to let the door close. "Commander." He started "I can smell your anger. It is so elevated you are about to burst and I am not the only one that can sense this. Half the bridge crew can." Referring to the non-humanoid officers "I have not smelled this since I made my tactical error." Referring to where he almost started a war with his eagerness to stop it. Ijoula, among other people, had been very angry with him "I know I am not the cause so what is the cause this time?" He asked, not intending to be rude, just curious and empathetic
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Post by Lt Buford B. Hound on Aug 22, 2010 12:57:57 GMT -5
He was keeping the ship on course and steady, he smell the anger and emotions coming from commander, they were so strong they almost masked the scents coming from the others.
As he did his Job he Wonder if he ever be but in charge of the Conn again, he would glance at the Nav sensors and adjust course were needed.
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Post by Commander Crio Ijoula on Aug 22, 2010 23:43:08 GMT -5
The expression on his face bordered on sorrow, as a flood of emotions had hit him all at once. He almost didn't hear the doors open, through the emotional haze that had him. He didn't stand up from the desk, which was an unusual situation for him, but given the nature of the emotional turmoil that he was trying to sort through, it was understandable.
The only indication that the captain had came in was when he heard him speaking. He would then motion for him to sit, if he wanted to.
Additionally, he did not ask for permission to speak freely, which was also unusual, but understandable. He had the appearance of fighting an internal war with some very powerful, negative emotions that threatened to overwhelm him. He didn't even shift his glance away from the picture he held in his hand, as he fought to keep from letting tears flow.
"Hearing Starfleet's message about not being happy about us rescuing comrades... resurrected some inner demons from the last couple of years..."
Anticipating the question that would likely come, he decided to add details.
"You're aware that I took an extended leave of absence, to deal with personal problems... What you may not know is the full scope of details why I took that leave...
My baby sister, Bri, was kidnapped while on shore leave, supposedly by a radical group back home known as the Neo-Purists... They view the arrangement of symbiosis to be unnatural, and have staged demonstrations on the homeworld to make their views known...
I had received a coded, subspace message stating that if I did not come to deal with the radical leader, then she would be killed. I spoke at length with Jim about what was taking place, and wanted to see what options we had for the Terrasect to go and deal with these people, and get Bri back...
We had received orders stating essentially that we were barred from getting involved in this situation, despite the fact that they had a Starfleet officer held hostage with a death threat looming... That was when I decided that it had become personal, and requested that leave."
His gaze shifts to look at his captain, but there was an eerie blankness to it as he continued speaking, almost as if he was mentally reliving the nightmare once again that he was describing.
"I took matters into my own hands and made her rescue a personal priority... I got a crew together and made arrangements through some discreet friends who owed me favors... A friend and starship commander allowed me to 'borrow' his ship to go on the rescue mission. He and his crew were onboard, but he allowed me to take command under the circumstances.
When we got to the location that we were supposed to meet with the radicals, they weren't the people who I was expecting to meet. My team and I had beamed down into the middle of a civilian-run mining operation... However, we did find two operatives, supposedly from Starfleet Intelligence, along with hired guns... These operatives really were after to interrogate her for information in the diplomatic incident that we dealt with in Ktarnian space, and subsequent medical work on cures for previously incurable alien diseases, with little regard for her well-being. They had even 'arranged' for the official orders barring us from a rescue mission.
Before we could apprehend them, they took off with Bri... It took some doing, but we finally found them after a couple of days of cat-and-mouse games across two sectors... This time, they decided to open fire on us outright, not unlike a cornered, wounded animal that our helmsman described earlier... We were forced to defend ourselves, and wound up injuring several civilian captives on that ship during the battle.
Again, I led a team over and by this time, I wanted revenge... We made short work of the mercenaries and had them in the brig cells. Not long after that, I was able to confront the operatives who had been holding Bri..." he pauses for a moment, before continuing.
"They identified themselves as members of the rogue organization known as Section-31. Having had forced dealings with 31 before, I knew that the situation was going to be that much more difficult. I finally had to resort to firing on them with a kill setting, in order to rescue Bri. She almost didn't make it, but she thankfully did recover.
Later, I learned that those two operatives that I believed dead, were in fact still very much alive, and they told me this whole affair was staged in an effort to induct me into 31. They also said that they will be watching me and Bri very carefully for further opportunities..."
As if on cue, he manages to snap out of the daydream state he was in, and focus on his captain.
"Respectfully, sir, there you have it. The 'unhappy' message we had received, left me angry and fearful that they decided to start their activities again.
Quite frankly, I'm relieved with your response of continuing with the rescue. However, it is a possibility that these two operatives have a hand in the situation involving the Tarawa, because of my relationship with Lieutenant Greyhouse... I don't know if that is the case or not... But you do have the right to know that.
Along with that, I would like to respectfully apologize for my very emotional reaction on the bridge... Under the circumstances, though, I hope it is understandable, and forgivable."
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Post by Capt Grab Foot Of~Two Dawns on Aug 25, 2010 19:23:52 GMT -5
His nose wrinkled a bit as it tried to keep up with Ijoula's mixed emotions but he shook his head and gave up trying to single out just one emotion, although he seen sorry was etched firmly in his facial expression.
He simply nodded as he told him that he was unhappy with Star fleet's message that they weren't very happy with him going to rescue the Tarawa and putting the Terrasect in danger. That was Star Fleet's problem. He wasn't about to let the Tawara disappear like the New York had, not if he could help it.
He continued to listen as Crio added to his story, adding details. He sat down on his hind legs, making himself more comfortable cause he presumed that would be a long story, knowing his First Officer. He liked to explain things in great detail, even if the situation didn't call for it. He gave another nod, to let him know that he did know of the extended Leave of Absence
As Crio told his story about his sister being kidnapped by a radical group on his home planet, he would through his own paradox of emotions: Surprise, shock, anger, disdain, to name a few "It is understandable that you should take a leave at that time." He commented, not sure if the commander had heard him, especially when he looked at him, but he wasn't looking at him, more like through him as if he were recalling the tale as he verbally shared it.
When he mentioned Section 31, his ears flicked back in surprise and anger. He didn't like section 31. Well, he was conflicted with section 31. Sometimes, he thought their methods were a bit extreme, other times, he wished he could join their organization but he doubted they would desire someone with his talents
He watched as Crio seemed to bring him out of his memories back to the present, apologizing for his reactions on the bridge "Your reaction is understandable and forgivable. If Section 31 decides to stick their nose in again, we will deal with them but I doubt they are responsible for the Tarawa's condition. Let Star Fleet complain and twist their tail all they want, I am not going to leave the Tarawa in danger, even if it means putting this ship in danger to rescue them. Danger is why we're out here, not play it safe."
His ears suddenly stood up, as if going to attention. The Craft down in the shuttle bay has picked up some new information on "his" long range sensors and is now sharing with him and the control boards on the bridge
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Post by ***Terrasect Action*** on Aug 25, 2010 19:31:08 GMT -5
Eleven hours have passed and the Terrasect is signifigantly closer to the Tawara
The information now being shared on the Operations, Science and Tactical control boards, and the Captain himself, are as followed
A power surge is detected from the rift and had hit the Tarawa with tremendous force. The Tawara's shields are down and other systems are being drained of power.
There had been a cloud detected that is the culprit in charge for draining the Tarawa's systems, not that cloud has been devoured by a larger, more menacing cloud and is now moving toward the Tawara to presumably finish them off.
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