USS Galaxy: The Next Generation Sim Log
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On The NX-19 PART 2 Cmdr Jaal Jaxom == NX-19 (Aiolos), Main Engineering== "Sounds good," Max muttered and invited himself to take the lead, which 'That seems somewhat... odd,' the Trill commander mused to himself as they The group approached the doors that led to main engineering. They were The doors were split a few centimeters but not far enough apart for a "I would actually pay to see someone squeeze their way through that," Max Jaal glanced back at the medic with a grin, "Yes, yes you did... and now "Hate to dissapoint you all, but the only way you're going to see that He had to admit, it 'was' hot. Even a little hotter than the drought season "All right then, let's see what we can do here." Jaal stepped forward and Without waiting, Max holstered his tricorder and placed his fingers into the The three men managed to pry the doors open enough to one person to squeeze Riley moved forward a bit to see if she could help. Shining the flashlight Michael peeked around the corner of the left door. What he saw didn't Jaal adjusted his own tricorder. "Still no life signs.. of 'any' kind." He The Trill stepped through the doors shining his own light, which was Sweeping his light around the rest of the way he found what he was looking "Both me and Ensign McKenna, sir." McDowell stated. It never was a good idea "Bring it in and try to gain access to this console. Who knows what we'll Michael looked back McKenna and wondered if she would want to try her hand In the end he decided go himself. He stepped through the small opening "So, not everything was smashed. Guess we can call this our lucky day." he "I think one of the tricorders will have enough juice to at least power one Max continued his scans, making continual adjustments to his tricorder. He Suddenly there was a short, sharp, shrill cry along with a sound of A thick ten legged creature that looked like a very well fed 'mutant' spider Michael looked to the side and nodded towards Maxwell. "I'm alright. That Jaal was as startled as the rest of them at the screaming spider. He shook ~Damn inconvenient.~ McDowell crouched down to inspect the rest of the "I'm afraid we're stuck here for a little while longer. The power conduits Another sound, this time even more alien and frightening, filled the dark "That...was no spider." McDowell said slowly. Max's heart skipped a beat, felt the panic trying to overcome him but Jaal was looking around at the ceiling of the enginnering compartment "Yeah, that's something I normally would agree on without a second thought. "Roughly...forty meters fore of us and slowly closing. It's movement ~Way too close for my taste.~ Michael felt his heart starting to beat ~Try to relax. You've been in worse situations before.~ A few seconds passed "We need to get what we can get and then move to higher ground. I don't want "That might not be a bad idea," Max said, still watching the slowly closing A muffled groan escaped Micheal's lips as he feverishly tried to reconnect "Whoops," Max replied with a slight smirk but also acknowledged his own Riley didn't want to admit she was a bit of a coward. Something about being Seeing Riley's panic, Max threw away rank and shouted sternly, "Ensign, He was right, Riley had to shake it off. She felt as if something more =/\=Krieghoff to all Away Team members.=/\= The sudden incoming message ~Well, #$*(%!! <some barbaric words>, and this mission started out so nice. He got up to his two feet and looked down at the console. "Right, this Nothing... ~Hide and Seek, Part 1~ (partial overlap with "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Denobulan") Ensign Relsta Sometime in the middle of the night, Relsta fell through the tree. Except...the creature was not behaving like it had caught its prey. It was pacing now, looking back at the spot where Relsta crouched, as if it knew she was there, but couldn't quite find her. It kept shifting its gaze to a spot just to her side, in a way that was disturbingly similar to Artim's earlier action, as if it was communicating with something behind her. Every physical and emotional nerve screamed with the pain of staying frozen. How long would it wait? More importantly, how long could she? "Saying Grace, Part Three: Meat is Murder" "Chesty Confessions" Lt. JG Ophelia Zamora Chief Petty Officer Location: Personal Quarters ============================== 9 at night. Routine had set in even if her nerves had not settled. Sweet Child of Mine by Guns and Roses lifted through the environment. Too bad if Jack did not like it, or even if he did, it didn't matter. The music was pipped through the bathroom, where Olivia attempted to shower off all the pent up rage, sadness, and uncertain fear she felt building up inside of her. Her biggest desire was that Fay would make her appearance so she could get it over with and get back to a somewhat normal existence. If that was possible. She viewed several years of counseling ahead of her, something that she didn't agree with at all. Stepping from the shower and wrapping a towel around her that barely covered, she exited the bathroom. Glancing up, Lia viewed Jack with a certain gleam in her reddened eyes. "What?" Jack leaned against the bulkhead, his fingers hooked into his belt. He was missing the aggravating grin he seemed to always wear and despite her state of undress, the security veteran's eyes remained locked squarely on hers. "So what Jack? Seriously. In the 'big picture' of things....so what.? There's nothing you could have done. Technology doesn't permit you to walk through a video on to the other side and fight the bad guys.....it was my problem. You couldn't be the hero on this one...so just drop it." Ophelia spat. "What video? What the hell are you talking about? Did Faylin send you something?" "I'd like to see you try it big boy. Since you got here, all you've done is sit on your ass, smoke your cigars, teach my son poker and pout like a baby when things don't go your way. I still have nothing solid that proves that you are a bodyguard other than your impressive chest! So.....shove it and leave me alone!" Lia turned violently from him and started to head to her bedroom for some alone time. "Shut. Up." he said, still gently holding on to her shoulder. "I swear, I've never met a more incompet............" "You son of a bitch!" Zamora barked, throwing the towel after him. She stood there steaming, arms crossed at her chest. Breathing for a moment, she glanced down at her naked body before sighing, finally walking over to the bed to wrap herself in her robe. It was shaping up to be another long, hot day in Hell. "Humanity" Starring Ens. Saiyk.
Sometimes mistakes get made. Sometimes things dont work out as one would have originally hoped for. Certainly for young Saiyk of Vulcan, life could have turned of different than it actually had. There were definate alternatives to hiss career in Starfleet. Alternatives to his posting to he USS Galaxy, and subsequent assignement to a planetary away mission.
Logic aside, much of the universe was a jumble of chaotic interactions and random chance. Turn left and you gain millions.... Turn right and woe befalls you... Even in the 24th century being in the right place at the right time speaks for a lot of what eventually befalls you.
For Saiyk it was random chance...or perhaps a sense of curiosity that brought him to this. Venturing a little further down the ancient street than was perhaps strictly necessary, all triggered by a seemingly interesting artifact caught out of the corner of his eye. Curiosity...a natural Vulcan trait...had the reputation of killing the cat. Vulcans as a rule dont admit to hopes and ambitions. They would prefer that one beleive their actions are governed by logic and well thought out plans. Not necessarily true. Curiosity...random chance...whatever you wanted to call it.
It was only as the 6 inch fangs pierced deep into his olive skin, ripping out huge chunks of bloody flesh that young Saiyk considered the unfairness of it all. Certainly there was a logic in perpetuating the food cycle of the local wildlife, but even the most stoic Vulcan might have second thoughts when it was he who was on the menu. Saiyk fell almost silently in the middle of the street....an emerald pool of his life forming rapidly around him in the dust. There was regret...an un-vulcan like emotion, but it was undeniable that there were things in his life he would have liked to see. He liked volcanoes...there was so much still to learn. As he died, his killer stepped into view....jaws dripping green as it prepared for a second bite. Then something curious happened. The beast swallowed the bit of Saiyk it already had in its mouth and a startled expression passed its 'face' Rearing back into sudden spasms the beast foamed great bubbles at its mouth and squealtched a gurgling choke. ~~Interesting.~~ Saiyks dying mind mused, ~~I'm poisonous.~~ As the world faded, he wondered if that was what humans meant by a joke. "Gunboat Diplomacy" Featuring the Marine Side Mission to System AS-128 And Capt von Ernst USS Zeus (other Chris) Prince Thufi XXXIV RHS R'lyeh (other Chris)
The Hydran Gunboat is an interesting design. Purpose built it was somewhat of a contradiction to the usual Hydran philosophy of ships being both beautiful and functional. As the name implied, it was all Gun and Engine. The basic form was 8000 tons of pale blue armor wrapped around the biggest Fusion cannon one could conceivably mount on such a tiny ship, and powered by two oversized sublight impellers behind. Almost an afterthought, a tiny cramped bridge sat atop the huge weapons port with barely a twin gatling phaser in a 360 turret for point defense.
Not strictly Warp capable except for short hops, the Gunboat was towed into battle much as the smaller fighters were aboard their carriers. However that said, the gunboat was a vast improvement over mere fighters. First and foremost...in the eyes of the crew at least...was the armor. The life of a fighter pilot is measured in seconds. If you get hit....you die. Simple as that. Gunboats at least could take two....maybe three full hits from a Capital ship before being reduced to slag. Chance enough to retreat to fight another day. Add into this, high sublight speed and maneuverability, not to mention the large bore fusion cannon that gave the craft its name and you have a fast cheap gun that could give even the biggest ships headaches. Prince Thufi commanded an even dozen of the deadly craft. As the bulk of his battlegroup hovered high over the pole of the As-128 system obscured by debris from the Oort cloud, his gunboat flotilla ventured much closer. As fast as, and as difficult to detect as fighters, they were nonetheless large enough to boast a more powerful sensor suite making them handy scouts. "New contact my Prince." announced the Signals Officer with a confident blork. "Spikes in sub-spatial radiation indicates multiple ships approaching at High Warp." Lazily stroking the glowing controls of his huge command couch, Prince Thufi XXXIV dialed up the magnification of the gaseous holo-tank that dominated the center of the R'LYEH's Flag Bridge. "Analysis." he clicked. "Is it them?" "Aye-firmative My Prince," was the reply. "Spectrum Filters indicate a Federation-Origin Miltary Warp Churn. Estimate speed in excess of HyperFactor Delta" "Very well....they're ahead of schedule. Divert 6 of the gunboats and two fast Destroyers to the system center as we discussed...hit and run tactics once they're sublight." "We're not going to engage the Main fleet?" another nearby War Officer inquired with a quizzical Bleek. "Not yet." Thufi drooped his eye stalks in concentration. "They'll be dropping off ground Forces as a first order of business. We'll catch their transports in the Gravity shallows were they cant maneuver as well. Kill the transports and the usefulness of their Capital ships will be negated."
It was a plan that worked mostly. The Starfleet Task Force shifted to Impulse on the fringes of the system, deploying the lighter ships into a forward screen while the heavies came in at a slower crawl escorting the troop transports. The Task Force was Cruiser centric with USS Zeus, and USS Langley, an Akira class as the key players. The Saber class Jakarta ran escort for the latter while the aptly named USS Speedwell was the Intrepid class Fast Cruiser. Rounding out the force was the Norway class USS Sa'forz….an all-Bolian crewed vessel and the old Excelsior class USS Kaf'ek. Somewhat alone ,the Defiant class USS Vigilant served as the only member of the lightweight screen for the cruisers.
Aboard the Zeus, Rebecca von Ernst was sitting cross-legged in her oversized chair literally chomping at the bit. She wasn't the most patient person with joint-fleet operations, preferring to run the Zeus as her own personal butt-kicker. Unfortunately since she was carrying part of the ground forces herself...she was obliged to let the lighter ships go in and have all the fun.
It was slow methodical business clearing out the system…. 16 hours of scouting and investigating False sensor leads passed before the task force anchored itself in the gravity shallows around the primary habitable planet.
All seemed to be going well despite the irritating slowness. The Troop Transports had already begun to drop shields and open their shuttle doors to disembark Marines, which lead Rebecca to almost assume things were gonna work out....
That is until the flotilla of Gunboats appeared right in her midst. "Cool beans." she sighed in relief even as her headache settled in. "Something to do....." Thufi's scout force of Two Hydran fast Destroyers....little more than oversized gunboats themselves zipped into the shallows flanked on both sides by a total of six smaller craft. Ignoring a general engagement , the Destroyers stood off and launched their long range Hellbores en masse into the slow moving Federation ships, hopefully disrupting the Starfleet formation even if little damage was caused. The holes thus opened allowed the six gunboats, their sublight impellers screaming, to streak in and loose their Overloaded Fusion Cannons at point blank range into the transports. "You see." Rebecca gestured towards an imploding freighter where almost 200 Marines died in a flash of icy light. "This is why I hate fleet operations. Everybody gets in my way. I could like totally do the mashed potatoes on these squirts, but oh no...I have to be all noble and protective and stuff. Foozle-sticks!" She chewed her bottom lip a moment. "Recall the fighter screen and the Vigilant back to engage the raiders...Place the Zeus between the transports and those gunboats....ram them if you have to, I don't care...and tell For'kel and his bozos to get the noodles off my boat!" She grimaced, "I want Zeus out of this gravity well as soon as they're gone!" ========================================================= (Zeus' Shuttle Hangar) "Colonel, now's the time to go." Fear's voice cut in over the standard unit chatter, the Marine tactical communication system having prioritized it ahead of the normal chatter. "We're going." Fork shot back as he helped the rear ramp to the hopper up. The initial teams had already materialized on the planet, it was just a matter of getting the modern day equivalent to the historical 'higgins boats' out of the way. "Gear up, emergency launch." "Launching." The Marine pilot at the hoppers controls replied, and not even a full half a second later the hopper was hovering, it's landing gear up, and it's propulsion systems slinging it full speed for the planet. They were followed in close formation by Hopper 2... And those two Hoppers formed up almost immediately upon departure with one of several Hopper 'squadrons' numbering between 12 and 16 craft each. The attack variant hoppers patrolled the outside of the Hopper formations protectively, using their longer-range mini-torpedo armaments and phaser turrets to blanket any approaching nemesis in a hail of fire equivalent to 2 heavily armed SFFC fighters. Inside the squared and staggered formations were the Hoppers being used as transports and freight haulers, their lighter armament being networked with the other support Hoppers and channeled en-masse on any unsuspecting enemy who threatened the formation. They were spread far enough away to guarantee that no more than one hopper was lost at a time, but close enough to help friends in need, should they require it. About half of the fighter complement launched from the large flight-deck of the Akira class USS Langley and broke off in 4-ship formations to harry the attacking enemy ships. The other 12 fighters formed up with the Marine Squadrons to provide escort. Armed shuttles and runabouts were the last to launch, their regular Starfleet crews doing their best to harass or otherwise discourage the small raiding group from making another pass. The shore-based fighter squadrons also launched, staying within the planet's atmosphere and using it's magnetic poles to conceal their presence. Any of the hoppers that made it that far would be protected, at all costs. Fork sat back in his seat, and like the rest of his Marines waited, the awesome light show outside simultaneously trance inducing, and terrifying.
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(Bridge- USS Vigilant) Watching the transport get hit really got on Nasav's nerves. The Defiant Class starship was, in many ways, the ying to the Hydran gunship's yang. Extremely over-powered and over-gunned for a ship it's size, the Class was initially condemned as a failure, but the crucible of the Dominion War and subsequent events had proven to even the old hand Explorers of Starfleet Command that a dedicated combat capability was necessary. (This process likely helped along by the onrush of Dominion War Veterans into decision making positions.) Also an extraordinarily nimble and fast design, the Defiant was an almost ugly ship in comparison to the beautiful and graceful lines of Hydran designs. It was boxy, stocky, and metallic white rather than the pale blue of it's Hydran equivalent. None the less, it had the advantage of being battle tested and proven, and could bring upon a target a firepower nearly equivalent to two original run Galaxy class starships, and her heavy shielding, armor, maneuverability, and slender and small size made her a difficult target at best. She was most definitely a purpose built design... that purpose being war. While the other ships entered a protective formation around the Landing Ships, the Vigilant and the Saber class 'Jakarta' broke off from the fleet for a little vengeance against the attacking Hydrans. Nasav watched as his little ship brought it's massive guns to bear on what had been determined to be the lead ship in the Hydran formation based on the level of communiqué being directed to and from it. A holographic red-box appeared around the image of the ship as the view-screen switched to tactical mode, and in the corner specific data regarding the target in question played out. Trissa went over the readings she was receiving. "They're trying to shake us." "Keep on target." Na'sav replied with clinical coldness. "Fire at will, Azer." The Binar team worked together, Azer handling the Vigilant's weapons while Izer communicated with the Jakarta's tactical department. The result was a fantastically coordinated assault on the suspected lead Hydran ship. The pair of dual phaser pulse cannons, twin forward quantum torpedo tubes, and it's forward facing ventral and dorsal type 10 phaser banks unleashed the full fury of the Vigilant's vengeance upon it's target. Combined with the added firepower of the Jakarta in the form of a pair of quick phaser strikes and a quartet of torpedoes, it was no wonder why the fast destroyer was ripped asunder, and it's pieces left to plunge harmlessly into the planet's atmosphere, causing a hell of a light show as they were engulfed in angry fire and vaporized by re-entry. "Remain within 5 million kilometers of the fleet, we may need to be in two places at once and I don't want to get caught flat-footed." Na'sav instructed the helm, watching his pair of tactical officers fire beams from the Vigilant's starboard nacelle phaser bank, and 2 of it's 3 ventral-aft phaser banks and pelt one of the gun-ships being pursued by a fighter sortie. "And let's watch our six, those ships might be itching to come back straight at us." ===============================
Free of its Dropships, Zeus climbed hard for high orbit. Trapped between the gunboats above, and the planetary atmosphere below, Rebecca's maneuvering options had been reduced to a handful of quadratic equations. Fortunately her own lightweights (the Vigilant and the fighters for example) were serving as trailblazers, clearing a path towards open space and the freedom to maneuver. Despite her status as Task Force Commander, Fleet operations were not the tiny redhead's forte'. The Mathematical functions she based her tactics upon were more useful from a singleship's point of view, and so rather than fumble around giving too many orders, she allowed her underlings a great deal of latitude. So long as they stayed out of her way in her own butt-kicking all was well. The Hydran raid was already fading, being horribly outgunned by the Federation Heavies, it had been more of a hit and run tactic that despite the fact of having lost two gunboats and crippling a Fast Destroyer, had left three Federation Transports burning in space and hulled an unwary USS Kaf'ek.
Recalling her perimeter scouts to cut off the Hydran withdrawal, Rebecca almost stopped to wonder how many Federation Marines had been lost before even setting foot on the ground....
...almost. Instead her attentions were drawn when the second half of Prince Thufi's strategy made itself apparent. "Noodles..." she puffed a bit of red hair from her eyes in frustration. Distracted by the lightweights her fleet had failed to take note of the new set of incoming signals until they dropped out of warp literally on her doorstep. Two dreadnoughts, venerable old Azathoth flanked by the new flagship R'lyeh, and a host of cruisers of the main Hydran Battle Line supported by almost half a thousand fighters emerged into a rough semicircle trapping the Federation task Force between them and the planet below. Prince Thufi closed his trap.... "Now..." he blorbled in anticipation as R'lyeh cut in her sublight impellers not a dozen kalgaams from a scrambling Federation Battlecruiser, the USS Langley. "All ships open fire." "Flat Lined Floater" Lee Ross Critchlow Faylin McAlister Location: Lake Placid, Adirondacks, Upper New York State ========================= It took a special person to do his job. As a 'older' detective, he choose Lake Placid because *nothing* serious ever happened here. Up until now that is. As a veteran, Lee Critchlow had witnessed his share of crime. Of all, homicides were the most difficult to deal with due to the classification of the crime itself. The evening air was crisp with late summer humidity. Every now and then, a light teasing early fall breeze would swirl around, reminding the vacationers that vacation opportunities where coming to a close. He arrived, coaxing his pot belly to follow him out of the Ford he was issued. Stroking his gray goatee gave him little, if no comfort as he was escorted to the scene. Here he stood, as the harsh floodlights bathed him and the crime scene and he had to sigh. Taking a sip of his coffee, he surveyed the scene unfolding before him with frustrated apathy. Swarms of small town crime scene investigators hurried around much like chickens with their heads detached from their body. It was a resort town, and once word of the bloated body reached the vacationers, the little town would suffer until the memory of the 'floater' became a ghost. His balding head turned sharply to the left as he picked up the sounds of the gurney wheels attempting to swallow the rough ground below them. They finally came to rest in front of him for a quick investigation. There was a time, where the young woman would be considered beautiful. Not so much anymore he was afraid. Pale body and blue lips whispered at him, challenging him in their silence to find her killer and let her after life rest in peace. With sad eyes, he nodded to the old coroner and turned away with respect as the harsh sound of the zipper sealed away the body in a morose black bag. The life lost always struck him. At this stage of the game, nothing was certain except he was responsible in attempting to identify the woman. It would mean waiting until night became morning for the lab. It meant, another afternoon informing family, and yet another gift to his wife to make up for his absence at the family Sunday dinner he always promised he would attend. Such was his life. If fate smiled kindly on him, the crime would be solved and someone would be charged. Unfortunately and as of late, the case would go unsolved and be grossly stuffed into a database of cold cases awaiting much needed funds and time to solve them in proper fashion. ----------------Adirondack Scenic Railroad-Lake Placid Train Depot Station------------------------ The wooden bench was somewhat uncomfortable, yet offered a wonderful view of across the lake. The blue and red lights made her giggle a little. She always did enjoy watching her work being discovered. It was so because she willed it so. The less weight you put around the middle of a body, the quicker they float to the surface. This was merely a kill for fun and she knew she would only be able to use the woman's identity for a few days. Yet, wasn't that the fun part of it all? 'They found her quick, the crafty bastards....' She muttered to herself. Cassandra Burns had been such an easy kill, not much of a struggle in that one's soul. She brought up the black worn bag she had 'borrowed' from the farm to the bench and rested it beside her. Opening it she moved Cassy's picture, identification, credit cards, checkbook, and other information to the 'Discovered' manila folder. "Next...." She whispered as she pulled a sealed plastic bag of information out of the 'Undiscovered' folder. Studying the information for a moment, she smiled that crafty, yet dark smile. "Hello Mister Steven Johnston." Fay took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Slowly, and with much unexplained pain she morphed into Steven Johnston. Opening her eyes, she felt a trickle of blood caress the inside corners of both her eyes. Something was wrong, something that she could not figure out was starting to prohibit her from morphing. It hurt and it never used to. Her first thought was that the Breen had not been completely honest with her on what they had did. She didn't put it past them. Standing, she took in the sight across the lake once more. It filled her with a wonderful sense of erotic euphoria as the lights continued to flash. She wondered how long it would take people to find the various resting spots of Mister Steven Johnston. Slinging the bag over her shoulder, McAlister started to whistle as she tilted her head and looked upwards into the tree line as a lone foot sat upon a tree branch waiting patiently to be discovered. "THE QUICK PROJECT"
Dr. Quick swept into the Branwen Project Headquarters like a gust of wind. Indeed the courier shuttle had barely skittered to a stop before the wild haired scientist was already offloaded and stomping his way determined up the hallway. It was only after a half hour of said determined stomping that he decided it was best to stop and ask for directions. "Yes Doctor, welcome to the 'Facility'." nodded a smiling female officer he happened along. "We've been expecting you for quite some time now. Would you like me to take you to your sleeping quarters?" "A tempting offer my dear." Quick shook his shaggy head, "But romantic liaisons will have to wait for later. There's work to be done....take me to see the patient."
"Of course Doctor….if you just follow me this way." Quick whistled a merry tune as he followed his guide until a random movement caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. "Whoa…dude…did I just see Karyn Dallas wheel her self on by?" "Captain Dallas? Yes sir…I believe she is a part of the project. Do you know her sir?" "Yah." Quick was looking eager down the hallway where the vision of beauty had disappeared, "Totally dated her in grad school…she was one freaky chick. Did I ever tell you about the time with the chocolate pudding and the……." =======
Branwen could barely be seen in the shrouded Methane tank through the observation window, and Quick studied her curiously. "Dude....She's green." he stated with some surprise. "Yes doctor." One of the technicians nodded. "Part of the genetic manipulation apparently." Quick was not to be dissuaded. "Yes...but she's really, really green!" "Uh....yes sir...as I said." "No...but really green....like in....green!" "Uh......is that a problem Doctor?" The tall scientist considered Bran's green-ness for long moments, his mind a whirling. "I don't have anything that goes with green."
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A close review of the patients chart was next in order. Labwork, chemistries and DNA analysis were all carefully scrutinized. "I see she's a Presbyterian." Quick noted "Has anybody checked her for Demon possession?" The lab tech's exchanged confused glances. Quick heaved a sigh. "I thought not. Ladies....the first rule is always to eliminate demon possession as an alternative. Remember from your basic Schooling the acronym D.D.J.P.N. right?" "Uh sir?" neither of the techs had heard that mnemonic.
"Hello..." Quick thumped them both on the head. "Demons, Drugs, or Just Plain Nuts....the holy trinity of Diagnostic procedures."
He gestured towards the Observation window..."Once we eliminate the Price of Darkness as Prime Suspect we can determine if young Miss London is merely a pot-head or thinks she's Napoleon Bonaparte." "Ummmm...Mrs. Doctor."
"No no...I'm a Mr. Doctor....although just plain Doctor will do....I'm not formal." "No..." the tech shook her head in confusion. "Its Mrs. London....not Miss London....she's married." Quick looked pleased. "Oh really? Where is the proud Papa?" "What?" "The Father of the Babies....he must be proud to see his firstborn alien monstrosities being born." "Ewww....ick...He's not the father! She was impregnated by a Hydran Genetics Lab....didn't you read the briefing?" "Not impregnated by the husband?" Quick looked in at Bran. "Adultress….." he observed. ====================== A few hours, and several Hail Mary's later and Quick had reluctantly ruled out the spiritual as a root cause of Bran's problems. Tucking away his ever ready bottle of holy water, he was also forced to eliminate marijuana. A notorious Doobie brother himself, Quick knew all the classic signs....none of which were present. Too bad. He was hoping to score a stash off Bran as he had quite left his own behind on Earth.
Taking out her chart and a big red sharpie-marker he scrawled "JUST PLAIN NUTS" in big letters on the cover. ==================== "So in conclusion...." he dictated for his tiny tape recorder, "The patient must be considered to be clinically Goofy according to all available empirical data. We shall continue from this standpoint as we seek to cure her of said loonieness for the good of all the Federation and the furtherment of the War Effort." He paused and looked down at his notes. "Oh yeah....incidentally she's also totally pregnant with little squishy critters...whats up with that?" Lt. JG Artim Shivar - Chief of Life Sciences "Up A River" ===================== If there was one commonality about all the planets in the galaxy that supported animal life it was that there was always some troublesome, curious, and often adorable little critter running about. They were usually birds or rodents and sometimes reptiles. But they were always there. They also tended to get themselves in over their heads. On this particular planet said creature was a small yellow bird slightly bigger then a terran hummingbird. Quite adorable really. And it just so happened that two of their number had found something rather interesting that had washed up on the bank of the river just under their tree. And does a curious little bird do to something interesting? Naturally they peck at it. "OW!" The sound startled the poor little bird and it fluttered off into the tree, eyeing the strange thing it had apparently just awakened warily. The thing however wasn't a predator or something that meant the poor creature harm. It was Artim Shivar. And he was in quite a predicament. "What the...where the..." Artim said as he started looking around, his vision still blurred from the impact that had sent him into the water. It took him a moment to gather himself and pull himself fully out of the water. Once he had though he realized he wasn't in the same place where he'd started. That and he was sopping wet and his pack seemed alot lighter then he'd remembered. "Relsta! Ulrich! Are you OK!", Artim yelled as loud as he could. The words came out a bit slurred but it shouldn't matter. They should hear him. Right? There was no answer. Artim tapped his commbadge "Shivar to Relsta". Nothing. "Shivar to Galaxy", Artim's tone was beginning to get desperate. Nothing except the quizzical chirp of the bird who'd awakened him. "Shivar to ANYONE!" Nothing. It wasn't working. Then again between the jungle canopy, his unexpected swim, and the seeming chaos that was erupting when the...whatever they were attacked it wasn't horribly surprising noone was responding. Must stay calm...must...hold out. Dammit. The last word came to mind when his hand touched his forehead and pulled away dripping with blood. He had a head wound to start with, probably a concussion, and his left leg was aching like all hell. OK, you can do this. You always come prepared. Steadying himself, Artim managed to stand and stumble over to the tree where the two birds were watching him intently. He unshouldered his pack and started digging around for his medkit. It should be right there...oh no...no no no. Aside from a couple of ration packs, one of his emergncy canteens, a blanket, and two flares the pack was empty. His tricorder, medkit, phaser, gone. Most of his survival gear was either gone or ruined. His head was still dripping blood and he had no way of getting in touch with the ship. It was at that point the realization came to Artim. He was alone in the jungle with only two nervous birds to look after him. He was on his own. Again. "Dealing with Prophets" Cmdr. Arel Smith Director Jordan Elaithin *** She walked past doors and hallways, through fields of wheat, and It wasn't any of these things that made Arel realize she was dreaming, Arel looked over at the woman on her left and scowled. "What is this bullshit?" "Don't ask me Arel," Jordan Elaithin replied, a bemused expression on "You're a medication induced pain in the ass," Arel retorted. Jordan sighed, though Arel's response could not have been too "Fine," Jordan said, "have it your way." She moved in space, the ribbons of light swirling with her as though "Do you remember, over a year ago now, when what I told you encouraged "Sure," Arel replied, kicking stars out of her way. "I took it and "Ah, but you *almost* got blown up," she pointed out, "you survived "Look, what do you want from me, Jordan? I left Miranda, as far I can "You did and it is and I'm very proud of you. But you didn't honestly Arel crossed her arms. "You must be really bored. Go make babies with A devilish smile raised on her phantom friend's lips. "Oh, we're "Quit snorting moonbeams, Jordan. I have a *child* not children." "At the moment. A lot of things can happen, very quickly," Jordan replied. "Yeah," the security officer said, unimpressed. "I think there's a "You know and I know that the moment the two of you see each other "Isn't going to happen," Arel said in a flat voice. "So shut up before Jordan yawned exaggeratedly. "You've tried to kill me at least twice, "Only once, you smegging pthak," the security officer muttered. Jordan winced. The term 'smeg' in any form would, forever and always, "I seem to remember twice. And you've threatened me more than two Arel frowned down at the planets. "I'm a crap mother as it is, Kit. "First -- I wouldn't call you a crap mother. Emotionally stunted, Arel had to laugh at that one. "So are you ever going to visit one of "One of these days. I might yet find some reason to visit the old ship." Arel looked behind her. She could see the Galaxy speeding past and "Looks like that's your ride," Jordan said. "Perfect timing; the "Hey," Arel said. "I don't suppose I get any further hints about "You like to read, don't you?" Jordan replied with a large smirk. "I'd "I just like looking at the pictures!" Arel called as the woman faded "Bitch," Arel muttered. "Quick on his Feet" Somewhere deep in the bowls of what was known as the Branwen Project, one of the foremost minds in the Federation was hard at work depsite the lateness of th hour. Locked in the innermost lab and surrounded by a team of highly skilled technicians, Dr. Jebediah Quick studied the complex helix-like construction before him. If only he could unlock the secrets of its delicate balance...if only he could figure out how it was constructed, he would be able to reverse the process. One had to be careful however...one false move in a critical helix such as this and the whole thing could spell disaster. Holding his breath, as the team of nervous technicians looked on, the lanky Doctor removed one of the critical building blocks. No change. He glanced over at Lt Branwen laying alone in her methane filled chamber. Did she realize the stakes? Was she aware of the consequences?
Wiping a bead of sweat from his brow, Dr. Quick dared to continue...no matter the risk. The other members of the team had scoffed at him. Foolishness...they had cried....a waste of time and effort! But Dr. Quick was no fool. Considering his options carefully he made to remove one more offending bit of matter..... DISASTER!!! In a clatter of collapsing building blocks the whole helix disintegrated back into its root origins! "JENGA!" The lab technician raised his fists in triumph as the wooden blocks fell. "Thats two out of three Doc...pay up!" Such was the mood in the primary research lab of the BRANWEN PROJECT. The work schedule was pretty much over for the day, and while the other scientists had already retired to bed, Dr. Quick remained behind for an informal session of watching over the patient, and loosing his shirt with the assembled techs. "Dude....totally bogus. The blocks are flawed." he muttered examining one of the offending pieces of wood closely, "Its the govenrment man....sticking it to us again.." "Whatever Doc...pay up."
It had been a busy day. Alternating between smoke breaks, meditation time, and some impromtu redecorating of the physicians lounge, Doctor Quick had managed to decompile the genetic structure of the human/hydran hybrid. Several key base-pair indicators were still undefined, and the specifics of cellular metabolism still needes to be worked out but the facility computers were already chewing on that problem. There were however other issues on his mind. "The question of course is motive." Quick had been quick to point out. (no pun intended) "Why would the Hydran military dudes spend so much time and effort to breed little hybrid 'squishies'?
(Doctor Quick had taken to referring to the babies as 'Squishies #1-3') "Biological weapons." postualted one scientist, " a need to develope a weapon effective against humans." An idea to which Quick merely waved his hand away. "Why?" he asked. "Dude...Its already easy enough to kill humans. Chlorine gas...VX....nerve toxins....extremes of heat and cold....heck, their own atmosphere of methane can kill us real easy." Quick stopped to light up a rolled cigarette. "Duede...over the last 300 years wee humans have already done all the necessary research in how to kill ourselves so that the hydrans didnt need to spend so much effort repeating it.....they just needed a library card." "What about super soldiers...shock troops?" another scientist asked. Quick dismissed that too. "When? The war has been going on for a year and is bound to peter out before too long....those litte squishies will barely be in thier little three legged diapers by the time the peace accords are signed. They show no traces of genetic growth acceleration, so their not planning on pulling a Shinzon on us." "Colonists?" "Again why?... Branwen breathes Methane now...and so do the squishies. Maybe if they had left her alone and had them adapt to breath oxygen it's be totally feasable...but instead all we have are light pink squshies that are gonna pop out of her hoo-hoo instead of hatching...or however they do it." Quick took a long drag, considering Branwen as he held it in. Poor Green Branwen. "Its not easy being Green ." he quoted the great Prophet Kermit. "No dudes...I think we have a project, just for the sake of doing a project....kind of like the government building a bridge to nowhere just because it has funds appropriated. Its a conspiracy man." He stabbed out his joint....er....cigarrette and sat badck down at the Jenga Table. The techs muttered to themselves, one of them eventually changing the subject. "Doc...dont mean to be rude, but there has been some talk...." "Lay it on me dude." "Well.....people have been saying that you are being disrespectful to the patient....that you are not showing proper reverence to the project.....but most of all we talked to Captain Karyn Dallas and she totally denies ever having dated you!" Quick smiled and waved away the dispute. "Totally dude....I read your vibes, and all is chillin....It was like in an alternate reality ya know? Tad a little mishap in Home Economics and I totally got sucked into another dimension. Dallas was like my Barbarian Princess chick." he lit up another joint. "Hey...you dudes Want to hear about the time when I was on the USS Galaxy and I totally got turned into a pile of worms while we were exploring a haunted spaceship?" "Crushing at the Core" Location: Shuttle to Volunteer Station on Planet 128 ======================================================= Sitting demurely had never been a problem for her as she offered a sweet smile to the gentleman beside her. Johnston had been discovered, go figure. A good side wind through the trees and body parts where dropping everywhere. It made her smile again. The thought of some scared kid screaming at his mother as he got hit with a decapitated head was just too funny to Faylin. Turning back to her reading, she was interrupted. "Excuse me, Miss?" "Yes?" Faylin responded. "The corner of your left eye....it's...." His concern was evident as he pointed to her left eye. "Oh, that...." McAlister extracted a tissue from her shoulder bag and dabbed the corner. Holding the tissue back, she noticed the blood was flowing much more easier. It was the first thing that disturbed her in a long time. "I just had eye surgery and the doctor said there might be a little residual bleeding. It's nothing really." "Oh, okay" He offered a shy smile before turning his attention back to his wife. She sighed as the shuttle set itself gently down. Almost there, she thought to herself as she stood and exited the shuttle. Her new identity was one of almost a child, a woman of barely eighteen years of age. Long blond hair, innocent large doe shaped ice blue eyes and a body that would easily rock the world of any Marine. Glancing down at her chest, she scowled. Closing her eyes and bringing up the tissue to catch the blood, Faylin made her B cups good sized D knockers. Attention to detail was really important at this point. Following the rather large inexpensive signs, McAlister found herself standing before a worn out looking brick building. One final large banner pronounced, "Join The Core Today. Make Something Happen Dudes!' "Cheesy!" She muttered to herself. The volunteer core, the 'elite' *cough* group of eager men and women that got caught up in the 'glamor' of war and couldn't wait to help Starfleet out. Saps. Total saps every last one of them. She thought as she placed her left hand on her hip and with the other hand shielded her eyes from the warming sun. "The things I get myself into..." She thought as she entered the makeshift building. One oblong table, a few ratty chairs and one male that caught her attention just for the sheer fact that he didn't exactly look competent enough to tie his own shoe. His sandy blond hair bobbed as he raised his blue eyes to catch her gaze. "Dudette! Welcome to the *core*!" His head bobbed again, causing Fay to just fake a bubble gum smile. When he stood up to extend his hand, McAlister inwardly grimaced. He had surfer written all over him. "Name's Crush. I'm the head honcho behind the sign-age out side. Did ya like it?" "Oh, it was...knarly...." Fay responded. "Cool...cool....So, here to sign up?" "Yes....." "You...have major thrill issues, don't ya?" "If you only knew." She responded in jest. He slid the padd across the table, motioning to it. "Cha need to fill this out.....then...poof...you go into training for a few weeks and then we will get cha out in the 'action'" He chuckled before taking a sip of his...what looked like strawberry smoothie. Noticing her eying it, Crush broke out into a big pot head grin. "Want one? I can whip one out in the back...all natural....good for the bod." He paused. "Not that you need it....you are just....freaking radical!!" "Well, thanks I think. I'm going to go...fill this out....over there...way over there." "Go for it girlie." She offered a slight, confused look before turning to find a seat. Locating one, she filled out the information, all lies of course, and handed it back to him. "Ahhhh, so Lilly's the name. Nice to meet ya Lilly." He flipped through the information, bobbing his head and saying 'cool' repeatably. "Everything seems to be in order....so welcome! Tell me, what do you do well for starters...." A slight flash of interest of the dark kind entered her eyes. "I want to be on the front lines...if possible. I have experience with various weapons, and am fluent in hand to hand combat if needed. The information....it states that." "Cha...I read where it said that you were a civilian cop for a while. That'l work. It's tough, the training. That's why I'm here. Almost stepped on a live land mine and I flunked....Totally not cool." 'I wish you would have stepped on it.' Fay thought to herself. "That's too bad." "Okay, here's some more information. We have housing out back, it's not much, but it will work until you train. Other than that, every thing's cool. Oh, there will be Starfleet Marine's that pop in and out of here from time to time, don't let them scare ya or nothing...they are really just harmless jellyfish in the big ocean of life." "Gotcha. Tell me, do you know if the Galaxy marines are around?" "Man are they. Those dudes totally rock! They are out doing their thing.....crushing on the bad guys...ya know. Cha....so totally..." "Good....very good." She responded quietly. "Through those doors....." He spat through a slurpie straw. "First Meals, Last Call" Having done her best to move her large collection into her quarters onboard the Galaxy, the slender, attractive Vulcan woman took a moment to meditate. Having not yet checked in to her own division, Security, she did not, as yet, have shifts or tasks to perform. In some ways, that was beneficial to her, as it would allow her some moments to explore the ship, and its crew compliment. According to records, the manifest was quite diverse, as opposed to the often Terran dominated starship crews, although a large contingent of Terrans was still certainly present on board. If there were not such a presence, she would not be interested in the posting. She stood, adjusting her green headband, and smoothing her flowing green Vulcan style tunic over her form. Her "happy head" badge was still firmly affixed, and in the detached way of Vulcans, its placement was satisfactory to her. With no further preparations, T'risia exited her quarters. And discovered, rapidly, that although she required nourishment, she had no idea where she should go. "Computer," she began in her serious toned Vulcan fashion, "Where does the crew commonly take nourishment on board? In a social setting?" A part of the goal, after all, was to familiarize herself with the Crew. The machine made its chirping noise, indicating a finished process, and replied, "That would be the Ten Forward Lounge." T'risia nodded her head once, despite the fact that the computer could not see her, an illogical habit that she chastised herself for. "And this lounge is located where?" The computer responded once more, as a male terran crewman stopped nearby, to look at her. "Deck Ten," was the simultaneous response of both sandy haired male, and silicon driven AI. "Thank you," replied T'risia, arguably to both, but focusing her glance on the black and gold garbed person before her. He was certainly Terran, and she believed somewhat attractive by Terran standards, comparing him to the extensive collection of Terran teen publications she had committed to memory. He began to speak, his voice a bit higher than expected, somewhat dashing the appearance. "I'm Ensign Walker, I'll show you the way. I was kind of surprised that you didn't know where it was." T'risia raised an eyebrow at that. "Oh? Why would I know the location of the ship's lounge? I am obviously just arrived." "But, you're a Vulcan..." "So?" T'risia's face showed no change, but she had encountered this fascinating impression of Vulcans before. "You mean you didn't memorize the floor plan before arriving? Wouldn't that have been logical, what with spending your tour here?" As the entered a lift together, T'risia turned, and noted the crewman's considerable height over her. She believed that Terran women were fond of tall men. "Logical? So, with multiple applications in for postings, I should have memorized the floor plans of all of those ships, while only being assigned to one, eventually? Would not the waste of my time in other areas be illogical?" Her piercing green eyes pinned his stare with an inquisitive look, although her expression was emotionless. "Um...yeah, I guess so..." The young man looked a bit uncomfortable. "But you undoubtedly believed so because of the legends surrounding Vulcan's Spock." Scratching his head, Walker added, "Um...well, yeah. Spock knew all kinds of things like that..." T'risia nodded her head. "Indeed he did, But, alas, I am no Mr. Spock." Ensign Walker looked over her shape, and said, close to inappropriately, "No ma'am, you are definitely not!" She let the comment pass, as her deduction was that it was primarily to indicate a desire to mate with her at a later time. Terrans did that, to her experience. "However," T'risia said, "I know two things that you yourself, and Mr. Spock are both ignorant of." "Oh? What's that?" rejoindered the cocky young man. "One. We have arrived." With that, the lift door whooshed open. As she exited, she added, over her shoulder, "Two. My name and crew assignment." "Do You Have That In Pink?" USS GALAXY MAIN ARMORY "Boring." FLIP "Hideous." FLIP "Hel-lo can you pick a worse combination?" Young Allison von Ernst sat in the Help window of the Main Armory and flipped another page in her fashion Magazine. The main problem with being stuck 20 years in the past is that everything on sale was horribly out of date. I mean...Ugh...It was like something her mom would wear. Suppressing a horrified shudder, Alli took another lick of her sucker and idly traced her aluminum fingernails across the counter. With most of the Marines transferred off the ship, and most of Security down on the planet down on the planet getting eaten by the local wildlife, things were kinda quiet for once in the Armory. Earlier there had been somebody stopping by to check out a pack of photon grenades for show n tell but other than that it was a slow day. That is until SHE walked in the door. The expression on her face said it all, and said that she meant business in the most privative way. There was something to be said for a lawyer with a pissed off look. Perking up, her magazine forgotten for a moment Alli gave her best 'customer service' smile. "Hi...Welcome to McARmory's...would you like to try a family sized phaser value pack today?" Ophelia leaned against the half door frame before leaning in. "Krieghoff sent me." God, that was turning out to be her motto as of late. "I need something that would wipe the red ass off of a baboon at close range. Tell me, do you have anything like that available?". "Wipe the red ass off a……like huh?" Allison totally didn't understand the question being somewhat familiar with the biological nature of Baboons and their ass's. "Is that like, you need some disinfectant 'wipies', or you totally need to check out a bazooka kinda thing?" she asked for clarification. "Because not so good with the monkey poo thing, but for superior firepower…I'm your girl." Lia held up her right fist. "Bad, nasty bitch McAlister...." She held up her left fist. "Firepower...." She slammed her two fists together and smiled someone evilly and almost like McAlister. "Problem solved." "Oooooo…Faylin." Allison's voice hushed to conspiratorial tones and she quite forgot her fashion magazine. Leaning a bit more outside the little service window, Allison studied the petite lawyer carefully from head to foot. It was a shame really, she thought with a repressed shudder. Cute gal…nice figure…even if she did have a grandma's tastes in clothing. Years ago…long ago in the future when Allison was just a little girl, Uncle Victor used to tell her the most horrible bedtime stories. Momma of course never approved, but young Alli listened with bone chilling silence as 'Unca Vic' told her of the dreaded Faylin Incident aboard the Galaxy, and the deadly trail of bodies it left behind. (Victor had some odd ideas about what made appropriate bedtime stories for kids, but at least Alli was too scared to dare leave her bed during the night.) Faylin. the dreaded shapeshifting slime monster was coming to reality straight from Alli's past. She gave Lia a pitying look. So this must be the fair heroine from her stories….too bad about what was going to happen to her. "Land mines!" Alli announced suddenly, shaking herself from her reverie. "Lots and lots of land mines." The girl began stacking family packs of the tiny explosive devices on top of her desk. "What totally you need my unfortunate girlfriend, is lots and lots of land mines." "Are those the cute little ones that when someone steps on them, a cluster ball flies up and explodes in their face?" Ophelia sighed blissfully. "I've seen those in action.....they are just.....dreamy." Her face softened as the wishful scene of Fay walking on to one of those suckers played in her mind. Alli had a blank look on her face," Um...no they are kinda bargain basement brand. You step on them and they just blow your leg off....nothing fancy...sorry. Want some?" Ophelia shook her head. "Oh! I read recently that the Fleet has this bodysuit that fits underneath the uniforms that dissipates phaser fire when someone wears it. Sort of like a bullet proof vest...but an outfit.... Do you have that?" Holding up a finger Alli explained. "No...but I totally have like the next best thing." She rummaged around under the counter a bit before producing a rather large stuffed with lacy tissue paper. "You'll totally have to forgive the wrappings....I kinda spruced it up, but what you have here is the latest in 'over-the-uniform' bodywear." Reading off the card: "Congratulations on you purchase of a Hawksley Enyterprises Buff-o-Matic Bodysleeve BodyArmor system. We here at Buff-o-matic take great pride in providing the lastest in personal body armor that is both functional and stylish. Keep in mind that while able to deflect phaser fire and ballistics in most cases under lab conditions, the Buff-o-matic is 100% environmentally friendly...part of our 'Green' line of personal combat products." Flipping the card back over her shoulder, Alli pulled the garment from the crinkling tissue paper. A hideous ensemble of greens and grays, the Buff-o-Matic resembled nothing so much as a teenage boys fantasy of a skintight female bodysuit complete with armored boobs and an iron plated 'thong' Biting her lip, Alli frowned. "On second thought...Maybe you better wear this under the uniform after all...even if it does make you seem....uh...perkier." Lia pursed her lips attempting to hide a smile. "Honey, believe me.....I'll wear anything under my uniform if it helps the girl's appear more awake." She snickered. "Then of course, I could just wear it around my quarters and see if it draws any interest from the live in bodyguard....just for kicks." "The Bodyguard...."Alli's voice trailed off. She remembered from Victors bedtime story the heroic Bodyguard...a handsome Kevin Costner type, all noble and brave. "How romantic...." she sighed. "Riiiighhhhhhhtttttt....." Ophelia smiled, but then when caught by Alli's eyebrows she cleared her throat. So what if he was hot, lived with her, and got on her last nerve? Huh...sounded like he qualified for a husband instead of a bodyguard. She sucked her coffee, realizing too late that it went down the wrong pipe. Turning red, Lia coughed out loud for several quick moments. Shaking her self awake, Alli had to remind herself that this wasn't a bedtime story...it was real life, and she had to help this poor oddly-dressed lady. "Okay lady....we know she's gonna get in the room eventually right?" Alli ticked off an item on her finger, "Land mines will only go so far, and tend to have a nasty habit of killing everyone else in the room too, so go sparingly. Next we need something in the line of a personal side weapon." Digging under the counter again she came up with a massive hollow tube covered with blinking lights and diodes. "The KillStick 9000 Collapsable Photon Bazooka!" she announced with a grin. "Point singularity power source, and folds down to easy wallet size.....plus..." she smiled. "It comes in pink." Her jaw dropped open slightly as she viewed the bubble gum pink weapon. Reaching across the table, she took the phaser, turned it around and was peering down the obviously wrong end. "So, let me get this straight. You want me to wear the green and black cat suit, then carry around a pink bazooka?" Alli shrugged. "Like consider it a repellent. Your attacker will die from laughter....or not." she lazily twirled her gum around on her finger, still musing about the 'dreamy' bodyguard. "Perhaps." Lia flatly replied. "Well, thank you for...all this. I feel somewhat more safe. Now if I can just get Jack to stop leaving the seat up, I'll be set. See you around...hopefully." "Take Me Out To The Ball Game" Lt. JG Ophelia Zamora JAG PO3 Jack Bodyguard Location: Ophelia's Personal Quarters ============== "Bye Mom!!!" "Be good Logan...don't wear him out too much..." "Mom!" The security officer rolled his eyes as he exited which made Ophelia show a rare smile. Turning to Jack, she propped her hands on her hips. "I need out......wanna go somewhere with me? I have a holodeck on reserve......" "Okay. I need to go change. I stopped by the armory and a cute little girl gave me a bullet proof suit of sorts. I'll be right back." "Now you're thinking straight." Jack said watching her head into her apartment. He was patting himself down looking for his lighter when Ophelia returned, sporting the phaser proof gray and dark green cat suit. It was a little tight in some spots, which made her wiggle just a tad. "It's really something...innit?" Jack's mouth hung open just enough that his cigar tumbled from his lips. He juggled it a little as if it were red hot skipping it from hand to hand before it finally escaped his grasp and landed on the floor. Knowing how the Galaxy cleaning crew would give him grief - again - for ruining the cream colored carpet with yet another cigar, he knelt down and retrieved it. "I have no clue why they made them so freaking tight....it doesn't make any sense at all." She lowered her gaze, arching her eyebrows as she viewed his expression. "To top it all off, I have to wear this thing under my uniform. Seriously...and this?" Her hand drew over the top of the back of the thong impression. This...had to be a guy's idea. What the hell is the point? If I'm in the mood to wear a thong, I certainly am not going to have any extra fabric attached to it. I'm going to go finish getting dressed." "Dressed. Yeah. Dressed is good. Dressed is...you know. Good." Jack babbled as Lia pivoted and walked back into the apartment. "Okay..." She came out of the bedroom yet again. "What? Your like a dear in headlights..." "It's just...very warm in here. He said tugging at his collar. I probably need to have engineering check on the thermostat setting." Jack said. "They take forever to respond. It's a really busy department." Lia responded before shifting again. "This thing is not going to work.....it's actually feeling like I'm wearing a string thong....uggg" She wiggled some more, not really catching the drift that it was making Jack uncomfortable while she was perverting his mind with images unhealthy to a bodyguard. "We better get going before Streely steals your holodeck time. He's been gobbling up holodeck allowances lately and nobody knows why. I don't think anyone wants to even ask to be honest." Callahan said shifting the subject. "What's a girl like you do to unwind in the holodeck?" he asked. "Streely...pfft....bend low and show him some cleavage and the boy's eating out of your hand. The beach....a replication of the one in Spain near my house so you might want to replicate a swimsuit." "Spain. Nice. Spain is very beautiful." he said, hoping that he won't have to get in the water or admit that he couldn't swim. "I hope you were not planning on getting wet, I just plop my butt down with a good paperback novel and sunbath." "Don't worry about me. Im a highly trained professional." -----------holodeck-------------- "I love this place." Lia muttered before walking a short distance to her perfect spot. Turning, she arched an eyebrow. "You did bring something to change into..right?" "I'm fine." Jack said unzipping his duty jacket and wiped the sweat from his brow. "Good. Oh, hey...do you think it's safe enough in here to take this thing off?" She peeled back her uniform, revealing the dreaded cat suit. "Im sure that if it weren't, the holodeck safety protocols would..." "Perfect." Reaching back behind her back, she yanked the zipper down. Literally stretching the fabric, she shimmied out of it and dropped it on the warm sand. Jack's squinted eyes snapped wide open taking in every inch of Ophilia's suddenly nude form. "That's fine...." Lia closed her eyes and wiggled into the sand. "It's a great defoliant....the sand that is." Sitting up in a half manner, she shielded her eyes and asked him a question as she swept her hand over herself. "This...doesn't bother you does it?" "NO!!.. I mean.. In my line of work, I have pretty much seen it all." Jack said, then quickly added "I mean, you know..I'm completely comfortable around nudity. The whole European thing is no big deal. See?" "European's are half nude.....I prefer to do things not so half assed. So to speak." She caught his profile, not wanting to turn her head completely around due to that smug look she knew he was waiting to shoot her way. Jack meanwhile was doing his best to keep from being mesmerized by the way the sun seemed to glow off Lia's nakedness. Sure he had seen her undressed once before when she had been arguing with him, but to see her like this in this setting was something else. "I'd be more impressed if you were completely naked, but then....for all I know you might be the self conscious type of male." She retorted as she studied the clouds. Half of her hoped that he would go full Monty just for the simple fact that she was curious. Unable to stand the heat anymore he pulled off his shirt and relished in how much cooler he felt without his stuffy starfleet tunic. He reached across Lia and tossed his shirt next to her clothes, careful not to brush against her. "Why would it?" Looking down at his chest, she noticed a stray gray hair. Saying nothing, she reached up smiling slightly as she quickly grabbed the gray follicle and yanked hard. "Baby......." She muttered as she leaned over and stuck her nose in her book. "Get back to me after you've had your balls waxed, and we'll talk." Jack leaned over to whisper in her ear and smelling her perfume found his pulse picking up a bit. He would have to go and do that. She fussed inwardly. Clearing her throat, she attempted to gain her concentration back before posing a question to him. "So....uh...." "You say something?" Jack asked whimsically. "Would it be against Starfleet protocol to....um......" He pushed himself up on his elbows - much the same way she had earlier. "Yeah...that. Well, would it?" She bit her bottom lip, attempting to hide her true intension with a somewhat innocent glance. "Krieghoff? I don't think he'd mind." She retorted. "I mean...you were ordered to protect me....and....it just makes sense that you and I should....." "Zamora...are you ..trying to seduce me?"
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