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Topic: A very first dragon
Subject: Aww
Aww, he does look cute riding that dragon!
Posted on 2007-12-28 at 17:36:19.
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Topic: Underdark
Subject: Who better to explore the dark than a drow?
“You want to be rid of me?”
The words were more of an accusation than a question, but the women that they were sounded towards did not seem to notice. She merely continued the fluid movements of the sword in her hand until the silver of the blade, the silvery locks of her hair and the glistening contours of her body became one. The graceful dance continued until all her breath was spent and her body could take no more.
“And what makes you think that, my Sister?” she replied at last in a breathless whisper.
“You would send me away from my family…to live among the rivvilse….”
“And would that be so bad?” the woman interrupted, casting her dark eyes accusingly at the source of the voice.
“I…no…no, it wouldn’t. And if the humans would accept our kind, I would gladly live among them. But they fear us Qilué and would likely kill us out of blind panic. Why do you send me among them?”
“Because to embrace your future, you must accept your past. Remember this Aelistae.”
‘To embrace your future, you must accept your past,’ a voice within Aelistae’s head echoed. It had taken her several weeks of travelling and only now did she understand the meaning and the wisdom of those words.
She circled at the edge of the gathering, her pale lilac eyes shining dimly beneath a cowl that was pulled low over her features. The countless men and women that were partaking of a feast drew her eyes. It seemed as if a representative of all the races of the surface world were present – humans from various kingdoms, all of the subraces of the Tel’Quess, dour dwarves, flighty gnomes, and even a dog-snouted creature she did not recognize. What was more amazing to her eyes was the way they acted towards one another. Haughty-looking elves would break bread with the lowliest creatures, human princes would serve wine to their fellow diners, and all shared their laughter with one another. Part of her wanted to join them, yearned for their company, but she knew she could not.
“They would never accept me,” she whispered sadly in the tongue of the Ilythiiri – the language of the drow. So she walked at the periphery of the gathering, as an unwelcome guest at a party.
“And yet at least I am not the monster they would think me to be.” Aelistae removed the cowl that concealed her face and that imposed some semblance of order on the otherwise chaotic bangs of her stark white hair. As a reflex she squinted her eyes as the sun attacked her fine ebony features, remembering the searing pain that fiery ball in the sky had caused her when she had first glimpsed it. But a moment later she opened them again and smiled, as the blinding shafts of sunlight turned to become a warm caress.
“Not a monster at all.”
The loud voice reverberated around the gathering once more. It belonged to a human dressed in fine robes, that Aelistae knew was the fabled wizard Elminster, and he called for adventurers to answer his challenge to explore and map a region of the Underdark. For him it was no doubt a clever game to be rewarded with some trinkets he had collected in the course of his long life. For Aelistae it was something more.
It was part of a journey she had to take.
“I will answer your challenge.” Aelistae finally stepped forth into the midst of the gathering and raised her voice above the clamour of others.
“My name is Aelistae D’Vrann, I can assure you I mean no harm to any of you” she added in her heavily accented Common and crossed her arms diagonally across her chest in a gesture of peace.
The only answer she got from the hush that settled around her was one armoured man who stammered “She’s a Drow…a…a…creature of darkness!”.
“I am Drow. But I am not what you think. Anyway, who better to explore the dark than someone who was born in its depths?” she replied calmly, and just as calmly stepped into the portal.
OOC: I had a lot of fun on this intro post. I look forward to reading all of yours.
Posted on 2007-12-25 at 19:58:25.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Yep, yep
Yep I heard about this. My feelings are it'll be a Star Trek-Brokeback Mountain hybrid. 
Or then again maybe not...
On another note I do know that in the summer they were fishing around for extras. Sadly any trekkies in California have probably missed their chance. 
Posted on 2007-12-20 at 17:38:23.
Edited on 2007-12-20 at 17:39:47 by Ginafae
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Topic: The Tides of Fate Q&A
Subject: No, use the Dark Side!
Not a problem Olan. I figure that everyone gets a little busy at this time of year.
Posted on 2007-12-20 at 08:13:13.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: okies
Rightio, I'll edit my last couple of posts so that they fit in with the meeting at 10. 
Posted on 2007-12-20 at 08:12:05.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Time clash
Well I suppose this is my fault for jumping ahead slightly in the time-line, but Commander Sitok has called for a meeting of officers at 1000 hours and Vaela's last post was time-stamped at 1038.
Any chance Sitok could push his meeting back slightly? And would the meeting be for all officers or just departmental heads?
Posted on 2007-12-18 at 08:32:14.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation Persephone
Subject: Welcome to Andor, and mind the penguins
Stardate: 2372.09.01
USS Cerberus – Deck 5, Holodeck 2 – 0838 hours
Snow swirled down from a frozen sky and covered the contours of the land below in a white, powdery blanket. Everything as far as the eye could see was lost to that infinite whiteness, from the peaks of epic mountains to the broad expanses of icy rivers. Everything except for one long figure skipping deftly through the snow.
Vaela smiled and stuck out her tongue, letting a snow-flake fall upon it. It had been a long time since she had been home, and, she knew, it would be a longer time still before she would see it again.
‘Not that this is the memory I have of home,’ she reminded herself.
For as long as any knew all Andorians had been compelled to travel into the frigid wastes of Andor upon reaching adulthood, so they would know of the hardships their ancestors had faced. It would be a death sentence for most races in the galaxy, such was the bitter cold, the scarcity of food, and the ferocity of wildlife upon Andor’s surface. Even Andorians, physically hardier and stronger than the typical Terran, found it difficult to survive and only four fifths of those who ever embarked on the journey ever returned.
Vaela had never known whether she would have succeeded. Her mother had ridiculed such a ‘barbarous’ practice, had regarded it as beneath any child of the Aenar, and had closeted her daughter away in the safety of the Andorian Academy of Arts. It was something Vaela had never forgiven her for.
“Good old mother,” she commented bitterly, feeling the resentment and repressed anger she held for her mother bubble to the surface.
=/\=Larya to P’Tammah.=/\=
The soft tones of Ensign Larya reverberated around the world Vaela had constructed. She had to fight the urge to ignore the voice and continue her trek through the snow, and even when she ordered the Computer to freeze the programme she did it with a heavy heart.
“P’Tammah here.”
=/\=I…sorry Sir, am I disturbing you?=/\=
“Not at all,” Vaela lied. “How can I help you?”
=/\=Well Sir I’ve been working on a diagnostic on the Santiago – it’s a type 9 shuttle that’s been designated for troop transport. The problem is that the weight on the shuttle is throwing it off centre. I can’t even get it to fly in a straight line out of the shuttlebay doors=/\=
Vaela sighed. “Don’t worry I’ll come down and give you a hand. It probably needs to be re-aligned manually.”
=/\=Thank you Sir.=/\=
Vaela took one last look at the scene before her. As she left the holodeck, she wondered when she would next have the chance to visit.
Posted on 2007-12-16 at 13:32:06.
Edited on 2007-12-23 at 17:47:33 by Ginafae
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Topic: Oblivion IV: The Elder Scrolls
Subject: Hmm...
I have played The Elder Scrolls and I did find it fairly enjoyable. The only thing is, though, that once I completed the main story arc I found the game incredibly dull and haven't played it since.
In contrast the Baldur's Gate series, the old Planescape:Torment game and the KOTR game I've played through more than once. The reason is two-fold. Firstly I think the writing and the story in Oblivion IV isn't up to the same standard as the other games I've mentioned. In Planescape:Torment and the original KOTR the whole narrative was constructed around brilliant plot twists that very few would second guess.
Even more significant than the story, however, are the NPCs. I like rpgs where you have a party, and you have interaction among members of that group. Failing that I like genuinely interesting NPCs that you can grow to like or love. I never found either to be the case in Oblivion IV. You end up wandering around by yourself, interacting with fairly wooden characters, and that's about it.
There are things that Oblivion IV does very well. The combat system is great, and you do have the freedom to do whetever you wish. It's just not one of the games I'd consider to be one of my all-time favourites.
Posted on 2007-12-15 at 09:02:48.
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Topic: Dragon Lance Movie
Subject: Oh dear
I just saw it and I have to agree. It was terrible. It reminded me of the animation of the old Lotr cartoon, which wasn't great simply because they ran out of money. I wonder if that was the case here too.
Posted on 2007-12-15 at 08:49:45.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Not sure, but...
Would MACO's actually wear fatigues? Or just a modified version of a Starfleet uniform? After all essentially they're just another department on board a ship.
Posted on 2007-12-14 at 18:51:33.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Yep
Yep, Romulans are basically Vulcans who refused to accept the teachings of Surak. The weird thing I always found though is how Romulans are physically distinctive from Vulcans by having weird brow ridges. If they are basically the same race it always seemed odd to me.
Oh and as Enterprise reveals (at least the few good episodes of that series) Vulcans weren't always the hippy, peace-loving folk they are now.
Posted on 2007-12-14 at 08:16:04.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Monkeys, monkeys everywhere and no bananas! Eeek!
Hmm, just wondered what Rrowl would make of Vaela given that she's not descended from apes.
Anyhow, onto what I wanted to ask. Would those invited for the dinner on the Cerberus be expected to come in formal dress? I seem to recall several occasions in TNG, DS9 and Voyager when the officers dressed up for special occasions, but I'm not sure if this qualifies.
Posted on 2007-12-13 at 21:48:57.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Hmm...
I doubt you'd have the SEC double up as Chief of Operations, simply because COPS is a pretty big role. You end up being in charge of all those things that everyone forgets about such as transporters, sounding alerts, coordinating things between departments etc. Plus your PC is unlikely to have the skills to do it unless he's been in Ops in his service history or had some experience in it back at the Academy.
I suppose if there's no PC filling the role it would just be an NPC ensign or junior lieutenant.
Posted on 2007-12-08 at 21:14:44.
Edited on 2007-12-08 at 22:09:14 by Ginafae
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation Persephone
Subject: Duelling with a croissant
Stardate: 2372.09.01
USS Cerberus – Deck 5, Lounge – 0712 hours
Vaela reached out a slender hand to gently prod the half-eaten croissant that lay before her. Much to her dismay the croissant remained unmoved, unconvinced by her attempt to make it disappear or at the very least make it look as if she had eaten more of it than she had. It wasn’t that it was unpleasant, in fact compared to the fare the error-prone replicator on board the shuttle-craft that had brought her aboard the Cerberus had served up it was food fit for an Admiral, but having entered the Lounge less with a desire to eat than with a sense of duty that she ought to eat something Vaela found her breakfast difficult to stomach. So the Andorian contented herself with staring coldly at the croissant, and, given that she had been dueling with her meal for well over ten minutes, by now the lasagna was staring coldly back.
“Liuetenant P’Tammah?” A voice stirred Vaela from her private battle. As the Andorian’s eyes rose she saw it belonged to a woman bearing the single pip of an ensign and the ridged nose and d’ja pagh of a Bajoran.
“You must be Ensign Korae?” Vaela asked, deducing that the delicate features of the woman before her belonged to a helmsman she had arranged to meet over breakfast.
The woman sighed quietly. “It’s Ensign Larya. Korae is what my friends or family would call me.”
Vaela smiled apologetically. “I’m sorry. Please take a seat.”
As the Bajoran Ensign did so, Vaela’s mind ran over what she had earlier read her. ‘Violent temper, prone to disobey orders, ill at ease with her peers….’ The judgement of Larya’s tutors at the Academy had been damning, and Vaela knew that if it had not been for the outbreak of war then she would have struggled to get a commission.
‘But the true measure of an officer is how they perform in the here and now and not how they did before,’ a voice in her head sounded. ‘Plus with the Dominion on our heels, it’s not as if we can afford to be picky.’
“Before I say or do anything else, let me welcome you aboard the Cerberus,” Vaela began, as she finally admitted defeat in her duel with the croissant and pushed it away. “I’m glad to have you as an FCO, and I’m sure you’ll do well. If you ever have any questions, or problems, don’t hesitate in coming to me. I’m here to help you and any mistakes you may make are there to be learned from.”
“I’ve prepared a duty roster for you for when we finally get underway,” she added, handing the Bajoran the PADD she had been holding. “For today, you’re going to be assigned on running some diagnostics on our shuttle-craft. It’s not stimulating work, but Starbase Ten only saw fit to hand over the shuttles last night so it has to be done. I’ve also scheduled time in the holodeck for yourself and an Ensign Carter over the next few days. The Captain has asked that we familiarize ourselves with flying when cloaked and I don’t mean to let him down.”
“Now,” she concluded sitting back in her chair, “any questions?”
“Just one Sir. Why did you grant my assignment here?” Larya blurted out before she could stop herself. “I don’t have any experience as an officer, and my grades at the Academy…well they weren’t great. Every other ship turned me down, so why not you?”
The question hung in the air uncomfortably for long moments as Vaela struggled to come up with a reply. Even if she couldn’t sense the waves of unease over that rippled from the Bajoran, the Andorian would have been able to see it on her face.
“I won’t lie to you,” Vaela finally replied, “the reason you’re here is because things are bleak. Starfleet has lost thousands of ships fighting the Dominion, and countless personnel. Most of those with experience have been promoted, and all of those with the skills to serve are at a premium throughout Starfleet. You’re here because in the reports that your tutors from the Academy gave, they praised your ability to handle a runabout, and that’s enough for me.”
“Now is there anything else you want to ask?”
“I…umm, no Sir. I should make a start on these shuttles.”
‘Hmm…I think I like her,’ Vaela mused as she watched the young Bajoran officer leave.
Posted on 2007-12-07 at 20:17:12.
Edited on 2007-12-23 at 17:48:23 by Ginafae
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Still here
I'm half way through a post, I just haven't had a lot of time to finish it.
And yes I think all Federation vessels have a lounge/somewhere to eat.
Posted on 2007-12-04 at 08:06:34.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Meh
Meh, humans, vulcans, they all look the same to Andorians.
Posted on 2007-11-25 at 17:07:46.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation Persephone
Subject: If you take the High Road I still won't understand you
Stardate: 2374.08.31
USS Cerberus – Captain’s Ready Room – 1806 hours
“Welcome abaird, then, Lieutenant,” the Captain of the Cerberus rumbled from across his desk. “I’m sure, judgin’ from yer record an’ wha’ ye’ve jus’ said, tha’ ye’ll be right a’ ‘ome on this boat.”
Vaela blinked, and her antennae craned forward as she struggled to make sense of what the Captain had said. She had in her time on Earth come across a wide variety of Human languages and accents, but never one as thick and impenetrable as that which Commander MacTavish possessed. The Andorian even thought for a moment that the universal translator built into her comm badge had malfunctioned, and she was hearing a crude Human language in all its unvarnished glory. As Mac continued speaking, however, Vaela quickly realized that he was actually speaking in a language she understood.
Or at least a language I sort of understand, she thought to herself.
“This is Commander Sitok, me XO,” the Captain continued in his thick broque. “Sitok,” he proffered, nodding this time in the Andorian’s direction, “Lt Vaela P’Tammah; our gain a’ th’ Indefatigable’s expense, I’d wager.”
"A pleasure to meet and serve with you I'm sure,” the Vulcan added in her direction.
“Charmed,” she responded simply with a curt nod of her head. Vaela did not consider herself a typical Andorian, and hoped that none would look upon her as such, but it was hard for Andorians to look upon Vulcans with any warmth even after hundreds of years of peace between the two races.
“Dock wi’ tha’ chair, Miss P’Tammah,” MacTavish said after the Vulcan officer had departed. “Th’ Commander an’ I were jus’ beginnin’ ta review th’ parameters o’ our mission an’ I reckon ye could’na arrived a’ a more appropriate moment… ‘ave ye any experience wi’ mannin’ th’ ‘elm of a cloaked ship?”
Vaela sat in the seat offered to her, and as she deciphered the meaning behind the Captain’s words, her antennae twitched in curiosity.
“Cloaked Sir? No, I only have experience with flying cloaked ships in simulators. But Captain, as far as I’m aware the only cloaked vessels are the Defiant and Sao Paolo.”
“Of course,” she added after a moment’s thought and with a broad grin, “if you’re suggesting that the Cerberus now has a functional cloak, then I think I’d enjoy flying her even more than usual.”
“Yer experience wi’ Dominion assets’re sure ta be a blessin’ ta ye where this mission is consairned, Lt, but ye’re jus’ as sure ta be guaranteed tha’ we’ll find ourselves in situations where yer skills’ll be tested beyond wha’ ye’ve ‘ad ta muster ta this point. As I was jus’ tellin’ Commander Sitok, we’ve go’ less’n three days ere we slip from betwixt th’ ribs, an’ ye’ve go’ jus’ a hair less’n tha’ ta get yer department an’ yer shift rotations in order. Th’ fairst bit of our run’ll be focused ‘round you lot an’ I fully expect tha’ whoever ye ‘ave seated a’ the helm o’ me boat’ll ‘ave no reservations aboot pushin’ Cerberus ta ‘er own limits, aye? I’ll no’ ‘ave anyone snoozin’ a’ th’ CONN an’ gettin’ us, ever’one, rendered ta dust fer a nanosecond’s ‘esitation…”
“Have no fear, Sir. Whoever is manning the helm with me will do you proud, and if they are ever caught ‘snoozin’ they’ll have me to deal with,” Vaela replied with a playful wink.
“Now Captain, what I need from you are my access codes…”
Stardate: 2374.09.01
USS Cerberus – Lieutenant Vaela P’Tammah’s Quarters – 0112 hours
Vaela yawned as she lay across her bed. She had spent hours tracking down the missing shuttles, ensuring that all the COPS personnel would be on board by tomorrow, and running a detailed diagnostic on the CONN. What was worse was that although she wanted to drift off to sleep she found herself unable to do so.
Too much on my mind, I suppose, she thought as her eyes fluttered open, Although there is something wrong here.
As Vaela’s violet eyes roamed over the Quarters that had been assigned to her, the Andorian found nothing wrong with the aesthetics of the room. In fact it was quite beautiful. Broad windows looked out into the vastness of space, and the soft light of countless unexplored stars and from Starbase Ten bathed the rest of the room in a subtle light. Her fingers slowly traced the sleek curves of the furniture that adorned her quarters, which she found just as pleasing. “That which places function over form can still retain an integrity and beauty of its own,” Vaela mouthed, recounting an old maxim taught to her at the year she spent at the Andorian Academy of Arts.
There was something wrong though, it just took Vaela a while to find out what it was.
“Computer: drop the temperature in the room by 12.4 degrees.”
The Computer chimed quietly as it complied with her request, Vaela smiled to herself. She may have lived among humans for most of her adult life, but Ensign P’Tammah hadn’t lost her preference for the cooler climes of her homeworld.
Slowly she pulled off the sheet covering her and revelled in the cooler air swimming over her the contours of her naked body.
“Better,” she concluded.
OOC: I’ll post a little more sometime later in the week, and introduce another NPC under Vaela’s command.
Posted on 2007-11-25 at 17:02:42.
Edited on 2007-11-25 at 18:31:12 by Ginafae
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Busy, busy
Sorry for the fact I haven't replied yet, I've been pretty busy of late. I will post later today though.
Incidentally, Kaelyn, Andorians were one of the founder races of the Federation and they are supposed to have a fairly sizeable presence in Starfleet. So I don't think Sitok would be too surprised at seeing one.
Posted on 2007-11-25 at 08:22:57.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Romulan-flavoured scooby snacks
Obviously our pet kzinti is feeling hungry, and fancies some Romulan chow. 
Posted on 2007-11-21 at 14:40:53.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Well there should always be some license with these things
True enough Olan, although there should always be some license given to people who play races that are a bit fuzzy in Trek lore. And Romulans certainly fall into that category! (as do Andorians for that matter)
Posted on 2007-11-20 at 20:33:04.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Quick query
Just a quick question. Given that the Cerberus has Romulan officers on board, what is their exact status on board?
For instance, does a Romulan officer have any powers of command over a serving crewman? Likewise, do Security personnel have the power to arrest members of the Romulan contingent or search the quarters assigned to them?
I imagine this kind of thing occurs in modern navies, but to be honest I have no idea how they're addressed there either!
Posted on 2007-11-18 at 16:26:52.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation Persephone
Subject: Did you hear the one about the Human, Vulcan and Andorian?
Stardate: 2374.08.31
USS Cerberus - Outide the Captain’s Ready Room – 1805 hours
It was only after the Andorian had sounded the chime outside of the Captain’s Ready Room that Vaela realized she knew little of her new Captain. She had glanced at his service record of course, and knew of the distinctions he had won, but no one on board the Indefatigable had served with Commander MacTavish and Vaela had little idea of what type of commanding officer he would be.
‘Well I’ll soon find out,’ she mused, as the doors to the Ready Room swung open.
“Lieutenant P’Tammah, CFCO, reporting for duty Captain,” Vaela remarked matter-of-factly as she placed her bags behind her and came to attention before the figure seated behind the desk of the Ready Room. To her surprise Vaela found another figure – a Vulcan – was already in the office, bearing the insignia of a Commander.
“Sorry if I’m interrupting, Sir,” she added to the Vulcan, as she placed a PADD on the Captain’s desk.
“Captain, you’ll find on the PADD the details of my transfer from the Indefatigable, the transfer of a Chief Petty Officer Hidetoshi Sato from the same ship, and the re-allocation of a Type 10 shuttle. I’m also sorry for my late arrival, Sir,” she added, her antennae twitching defensively, “the Indie was attacked in a Dominion raid before my departure, and when we did leave we had to take a circular route to avoid other possible incursions.”
“Finally, Captain, I’d just like to say that I look forward to serving under you.”
Posted on 2007-11-18 at 11:55:28.
Edited on 2007-11-18 at 16:30:06 by Ginafae
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation Persephone
Subject: Enter the Flygirl
Stardate: 2374.08.31
Somewhere in the Vastness of Space - Type 10 Shuttle, Living Quarters – 1719 hours
“You want to join Starfleet?” It was more of an accusation than a question from the Andorian woman who sat before her. She was clad in one of the graceful dresses that Vaela remembered from her youth, but in spite of that she seemed older and more vulnerable than Vaela remembered. A sigh that was pregnant with the disappointment that the woman felt escaped from the deep blue of her lips, and she slowly rose to her feet and walked away. Vaela found herself calling after the woman as she was enveloped in the dusk that was falling, but, if she heard her, the Andorian woman did not turn back….
“Sir?” The voice became more urgent when she did not respond, and was soon joined by a firm hand that fell upon her shoulder and shook her awake. “Lieutenant P’Tammah?”
Opening her violet eyes Vaela found herself staring up at the grizzled human face of the shuttle pilot she had been traveling with since she had left the Indefatigable. “I’m awake Crewman Sato,” Vaela mumbled in response, in a voice still heavy with the sleep she had been woken from. “What is it?”
“We’re almost there,” the Crewman replied as his face creased into a broad smile. “We’ll be at the Cerberus within the hour.”
“Give me a moment to freshen up and I’ll be right out,” the Andorian Ensign stated as she dismissed Sato with a wave of her hand and stumbled over to the mirror placed in the cramped sleeping quarters of the shuttle-craft.
‘I look so similar to her,’ she mused, as her thoughts still lingered on the dream she had experienced. She slowly traced the same high cheekbones, aquiline nose, and thin face that she had seen in her dream and which she now saw in her own reflection. That moment of reverie, however, was broken when her gaze fell upon the reflection of her tousled hair. ‘Well maybe not exactly the same,’ she added with a smile as she began to change into her Starfleet uniform.
Some twenty minutes later Vaela found herself seated at the front of the small Type 10 shuttle gazing out at the star system the shuttle had entered only moments before. It had been three weeks since the Andorian had set out from the Indefatigable after the Akira-class starship had been crippled in a Dominion raid, and much of its crew had been reassigned to more battle-worthy vessels. It had been three full weeks of traveling on cramped shuttles and even more cramped public transports. So that now she had finally reached the system in which the Cerberus was docked with Starbase Ten, Vaela couldn’t disguise her relief that the journey was over.
“Have you contacted the Cerberus?” Vaela asked the Crewman seated next to her, suddenly anxious that the ship may have left on its mission without them.
“Aye Sir. They’re still in dock and having finishing touches readied at Starbase Ten,” he replied simply as he punched up the coordinates on her console, gave her control of the small craft and sat back in his chair.
The Andorian Ensign merely smiled in response, as she gently coaxed the vessel through the system on its impulse engines, and towards the third planet in the system. As they drew nearer what had first appeared as a small speck hovering over the planet, grew larger and larger until it showed itself to be the Starbase.
“Now there’s a welcome sight”, Vaela murmured, admiring the bright lights that suddenly lit up the deep blackness of space and then the sleek curves of the Cerberus as she swung the vessel around the back of the starship and into its shuttlebay.
After the ship had safely landed with a gentle thud, Vaela gathered what belongings she had aboard the shuttle, straightened her uniform and stepped out into the Cerberus and her new life as a CFCO.
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The first thing Vaela noticed as she stepped onto the Cerberus was that the ship was not ready for active service. Even though the vessel was due to depart on its maiden voyage in a day’s time, the docking bay door had ground to a halt when it was only half-way closed with an ugly screeching sound. The berths next to the shuttle the Andorian had arrived in were empty, when it should have been occupied by four Type 8s, three Shuttlepods and two other Type 10s. Finally there was no sign of any FCO crew in the shuttlebay, at a time when they should have been running final checks on all systems.
Vaela’s antennae twitched in annoyance.
“Sato!” she barked at the Shuttle Pilot that had accompanied her, and who had only just emerged from the rear of the shuttle they had travelled in.
“Sir?” he replied, warily.
“I know you’re tired Sato, but I need you to begin a Level 1 diagnostic on the shutte’s systems immediately. As soon as I track down the FCO crewmen I’ll have them replace you.”
To his credit the weary Chief Petty Officer only let out a slight grumble in protest. “All right, Sir.”
Vaela nodded her thanks, slung one of her bags over her shoulder and tucked the other under her arm.
‘Time to find the Captain,’ she thought to herself as she left the docking bay.
Posted on 2007-11-18 at 11:52:53.
Edited on 2007-11-18 at 16:31:43 by Ginafae
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Topic: Star Trek: Cerberus Recruitment
Subject: Hmm...
Incidentally what's the difference between a 'Gunnery Sergeant' and a 'Master Sergeant' (bit off topic, but I'm curious).
Posted on 2007-11-13 at 22:04:41.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Ooh...
And the rest of us can make off-colour human jokes! *cheers*
Did you hear the one about the pink human?...
Posted on 2007-11-12 at 20:46:55.
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The Morphing Game
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