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#1 Adm Paul Braggins

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Posted Star Date 21901.17 @ 00:12 (12:12 AM)

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Posted Star Date 22004.01 @ 21:53 (09:53 PM)

==Stardate 242004.01 - 3.5 months after the Attack on the Borg Megasphere==

 

The room was mostly as it had been when she left it months beforehand, slightly untidy but not a mess. Cera had obviously wrangled someone from her team to assemble baby Carly's crib in the bedroom, because Raiju's bed had moved from his usual position at the foot of hers to closer to the wall to make way for the addition; not that he'd ever use the bed while Carly was in residence, as he followed her around as if he were her chief and sole protector and slept underneath her crib every night. Now a little over six weeks old in terms of actual age but closer to three months old developmentally, the infant had discovered her hands and found them immensely chewable, and had learned to distinguish between the sounds of her parents' voices, and those who were less important in that they did not feed or change her.

 

Placing Carly in the new crib and placing her stuffed bear, a gift from Tyra from her own childhood beside her, Jenny began to quickly and quietly unpack. Things had moved quickly in the three weeks since Tyra had come to visit the new family at the Crawford family ranch. Bryan had been offered the Chief of Security position aboard the Luna under Aitrus Colso and had reported a little over a week ago for the ship's commissioning ceremony; the absence of her new husband still stung, but they'd known the risks when they got married and started their family. The benefit was they'd at least be in the same quadrant, though that quadrant was going to be several thousand light years from Earth...

 

I can't believe someone at Star Fleet finally thought this was smart. If they'd done this earlier, we might've known there was a 'Borg Contingency' and not fallen into their trap!

 

Pausing briefly as she removed her Dress Uniform from the bag, Jenny ran her thumb over the new medal ribbon. Blue with five white stars, the Star Fleet Medal of Honor was the highest military honor in Star Fleet; awarded for acts of bravery in the face of insurmountable odds. She had not been surprised when Tyra's name had been announced, but had actually dropped her glass when her own name had been. She didn't deserve it, she knew it, and she'd known at least one Captain's nose had been put out of joint by the announcement (how he and his crew had somehow all been awarded Diamond Stars despite their incompetence still baffled her). Initially she'd tried to refuse, until she realised that Star Fleet needed heroes more than ever at a time like this, so she'd meekly accepted the award and immediately put the medal itself in storage where she wouldn't be forced to look at it.

 

Elias deserved one for running into Engineering like that. If he hadn't stopped to put on a Rad Suit, he might have, too! Posthumously, of course...

 

Placing the Dress Whites in the closet, Jenny fought not to think about how many lives had been lost. Three Medals of Honor had been awarded, the third recipient the fighter pilot who had rammed the Megasphere and completed its destruction; his had been the hardest earned, in Jenny's opinion, and it was good that Star Fleet had found a use for him already; even if it was hardly the dream posting he deserved.

 

Ours not to reason why, I suppose...

 

Closing the closet and tossing the empty bag on the bed, Jenny picked up the second bag and began to unzip it when Carly began to squirm and make uncomfortable-sounding noises from the crib. Raiju's ears pricked up and he was there, nose poking through the bars as he checked on the safety of his charge. Carly quietened slightly, but continued to wriggle, and Jenny left the bag unattended and scooped the wriggling infant up and began to rock her.

 

"I changed you before we beamed aboard so you don't need a new diaper, how about a bottle? How does that sound?"

 

Quickly replicating a bottle of milk, Jenny moved into the living room and gently sat down in the rocking chair Cera had had built as a new-baby gift. Leaning back, Jenny threw a towel over her shoulder and let Carly nuzzle against her, lips finding the bottle and beginning to eagerly guzzle the nutrient-laden fluid inside as Jenny watched her and began to softly sing.

 

"Ich werde in die Tannen gehen. Dahin wo ich sie zuletzt gesehen. Doch der Abend werft ein Tuch aufs Land. Und auf die Wege hinterm Waldesrand. Und der Wald er steht so schwarz und leer. Weh mir oh weh. Und die Vögel singen nicht mehr..."
 

Carly's eyes began to droop as she continued to suckle, half the bottle's contents already consumed.
She's going to eat as much as me when she's older; good thing Bryan knows to make large portions!
"Ohne dich kann ich nicht sein, Ohne dich. Mit dir bin ich auch allein, Ohne dich. Ohne dich zähl' ich die Stunden, Ohne dich. Mit dir stehen die Sekunden. Lohnen nicht..."

 

==Tag anyone brave enough to wake the baby!==


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#3 Capt Tyra Crawford

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Posted Star Date 22004.04 @ 14:59 (02:59 PM)

== 3.5 months after the second Megasphere fiasco ==
 
Have kids they said. They're so life enriching and wonderful, they said. And yet not one of those ******** has tried dragging a little terrorist through a security checkpoint, Tyra thought, glancing down at the toddler trying to twist out of her hand for the third time in under a minute. Evie was making Colt, who was sitting at Tyra's feet patiently, look like the model Crawford child. As a near future member of the 'Terrible Twos' street gang, Tyra could only assume this was going to be her new normal at times and she could honestly say that she was in no way looking forward to it.
 
However, before she could consider whether boarding schools would accept a two year old with a growing vocabulary and a willingness to fight over anything, two large hands came down and scooped the little girl up, eliciting a giggle from the fledgling hellion. Despite Evie being every bit a Crawford and very much her mother's daughter, she was also a daddy's girl in the truest fashion, much as Tyra had been in those early years. She melted when her daddy scooped her up and Tyra couldn't help but offer her husband a warm smile. As the little one giggled away, entranced by little tickles, Tyra took the reprieve as an opportunity to get them through security and onto the Artemis.
 
With Evie secured happily in Thomas' arms, it was a much faster journey to Deck 3 and their quarters, though they did stop a couple times so that Evie could wave at a passing crewman or two or Colt could get the required ear scratches. The whole thing felt a bit odd, awfully domestic for the reboarding of a Fleet ship, but this was the new normal for Tyra that she'd need to adjust to. It had been years since she and Thomas had resided on the same vessel -- early, early in their relationship in fact -- and back then, their roles had been reversed. There would be growing pains -- Fate's acute sense of humor would make sure of that -- but they'd make it through, just like they had everything else. She hardly thought that learning to live together again full-time would be the straw that broke the camel's back; no, that likely honor belonged to the soon-to-be newest plegde of the TT street gang, though even that seemed manageable between the two of them.
 
Cera had obviously gone above and beyond to prepare the Artemis' Captain's quarters for another occupant, having shifted things around to accommodate a second work space without sacrificing Evie's domain. To help Thomas get use to working with a toddler present, Evie's normal nanny had been retained to continue taking care of her with the exception of days off. They hoped to slowly wean Evie off of the constant care so that she'd be more prepared for realities of daycare in a year but Tyra wasn't certain Thomas had the patience to endure that task long term. Fortunately, Evie was fairly independent and didn't crave constant attention, enjoying play time with her stuff animals and toys as long as someone was within view. However, that wasn't to say she didn't try a disappearing act on occasion -- silence was the biggest warning with that girl. 
 
And it took about five minutes before she tried her first disappearing act too. It was with a grin and a kiss that she left her husband to manage that particular search and rescue operation, smiling softly at the sound of giggles coming from where Evie was inevitably hiding under the bed as she stepped out.  She paused in the doorway, wanting to stick around to watch her husband find the little terrorist and watch the delight dance across her little face as she was scooped up and spun around. She wanted to stick around to watch her husband prove her right once more that he'd make an excellent father, despite all of his doubts and concerns to the contrary, but duty called. She had multiple stops to make before she made it to the bridge to bring the Artemis out of dock and while she probably could delay her departure for five minutes or so, it would easily stretch from five to ten to fifteen and then, she'd be running low on time.
 
No, she'd have plenty of times and plenty of mornings to watch a scene just like this, now that they were together as a family.  This morning, though, she had things to get done...
 
>> It'll be a pleasant surprise? >>

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Posted Star Date 22101.04 @ 16:29 (04:29 PM)

Jenny stood under the stream of running water hoping that the pounding of the droplets and the heat would do something to work out the aches and pains that wracked her entire body; she'd been training in the Holodeck and had been beset by muscle cramps that had developed into painful aches as she cut her regimen short and returned to her quarters. Carly was visiting with Tyra and Evie so at first, she'd tried a hot bath - to no avail. The shower was equally ineffective, and Jenny swore some of the cramps were actually worsening under the steady drumming of the water. Shutting the shower off, Jenny awkwardly wrapped herself in a towel and leaned heavily against the basin - though the mirror had begun to fog up, she could still see her reflection in the mirror and noticed that a few strands of hair were developing a silver hue at the root.

 

Grunting, Jenny opened the medicine cabinet above the sink and retrieved a hypo. Pressing it to the inside of her elbow, Jenny immediately felt the tension in that arm ease, gradually followed by the rest of her body. Wiping off the foggy glaze on the mirror, Jenny took a long hard look at her reflection - the youthful features were still there but the eyes looked more tired than normal - being a working mother was bound to make anyone tired, but this was deeper - this was a sign of things to come.

 

While Tyra had been blessed with a bath in rejuvenating waters that had shaved ten years off her aging, an almost literal Fountain of Youth on a planet long since turned to glass by Tholians, Jenny's experiences had been the opposite. Cloned and then artificially aged by nineteen years, from an "official" standpoint she was still a youthful twenty-seven, when the age of the donor DNA was considered that turned to a slightly-less-youthful thirty-six; on top of that were the genetic abnormalities that came from the amateurish way her DNA had been spliced, which meant Jenny sometimes felt twice or three times her genetic age.

 

Flexing her fingers and toes to be sure that the medication had reached the limits of her extremities, Jenny replaced the hypo and closed the cabinet. Carefully plucking the graying hairs out, less from vanity than from simply not needing a visual reminder that her time in this universe was limited, Jenny washed her face and brushed her hair before moving back into the bedroom and dressing. Briefly she considered the unfairness of it all; modern medicine meant most Humans lived to around a century, often more , and were active until the end of their days; Jenny had been warned that her life might be considerably shorter than that, the genetic stabilisation therapies she underwent were not a perfect solution and eventually the instabilities would be too great to rectify. Still, she had time left with which to continue to carve a reputation for herself and to spend with her family, and she didn't intend to spend it moping over what might have been - to do that was to do a disservice to those who had loved her and cared for her, and would continue to do so until she breathed her last.

 

No, instead, she was going to bring coffee to Tyra and join in on the playdate, and maybe start the hunt for the ever-elusive Daimon Whodat, whose desire for petty vengeance had started this drawn-out saga in the first place. The Ferengi had answers, possibly the key to curing Jenny's condition, and though she couldn't do a lot from the other side of the galaxy, she had friends and family back in the Alpha Quadrant who might have better luck...


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Posted Star Date 22106.09 @ 14:31 (02:31 PM)

Tyra's Quarters were across the corridor from Jenny's and not far from the Bridge, which was convenient given they would possibly need to evacuate Evie and Thomas Grayson to a safer space, and possibly the entire deck if whatever was hiding under the toddler's bed was dangerous. Juice arrived not long after Jenny, not surprising given her duty station at most times was Deck Two so she could provide immediate backup to the Bridge should it be required, and the two women stared at the closed door.

 

We're here, little Maus, we're here

 

With a deep breath to calm her nerves, heart still racing at the prospect of the littlest of Crawfords being in trouble, Jenny unholstered her weapon and flicked off the safety. Taking the weapon in a two-handed grip, pointed slightly downwards so as to allow for better manoeuvring in tight spaces while also being quick to raise and fire if needed, she nodded for Juice to engage the override and open the door.

 

==GM-Crawford Input: Does the door open, or has whatever beastie locked it?==


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Posted Star Date 22106.15 @ 15:12 (03:12 PM)

Jenny, having authorized access to the CO quarters, was able to open the doors without even a smidge of hesitation.

The CO quarters on the Artemis were spacious and likely both Jenny and Juice would have, at least, a vague knowledge of their layout. The light was on dimly in the kitchen, allowing them to see a note hastily scrawled in Tyra's handwriting on the counter and tucked part-way under a half-empty bottle of Pappy. The living and dining area were barely illuminated by the kitchen's light but enough to see they were empty.

The main portion of the quarters were deathly silent but as one moved towards the hallway that led to the master bedroom, the office and the nursery, there was a faint, almost rumble coming through the right wall. It was the same wall that ran along the outside of the nursery and office. There wasn't a single noise coming from the master bedroom on the left.
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Posted Star Date 22106.16 @ 13:00 (01:00 PM)

Thanks to the "gifts" that had been bestowed upon her, Jenny could see in the dim light as if it were broad daylight; the kitchen and living areas were empty save for a few knickknacks and some of Evie's toys that had been left out before her bedtime. A scribbled note, presumably for Grayson when he woke up, was held down by a bottle. In all, it was no different from any other quarters aboard when its occupants were either out or asleep.

 

Using hand signals rather than vocalising, Jenny indicated that they should move towards the bedrooms, the source of Evie's consternation. The rumble seemed to be coming from within the wall that ran outside the nursery and Tyra's office, while the master bedroom was silent as the grave. 

 

Best case scenario it's an EPS conduit that's rattling round on broken mountings. Worst case, there's a Xenomorph in the wall...

 

Motioning to Juice to wake the retired Admiral and evacuate him, Jenny inched towards the door to Evie's room, weapon still held at a low ready position to enable her to move quickly and manoeuvre easier if it was required - it had been a long time since Jenny had run a room-clearing exercise, and she had to admit it, but she was rusty and beginning to wish she'd asked for more backup.

 

But a whole Security Team kicking in the door because the Captain's kid is afraid of a rattling conduit isn't something we need right now...

 

Taking a deep breath as she reached the door to Evie's room, Jenny gingerly reached out and pressed the button to unlock the door, weapon now up and ready in case something decided to take a flying leap at her.

 

==GM-Evie, what does Jenny find?==


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Posted Star Date 22106.23 @ 23:14 (11:14 PM)

The nursery was almost entirely dark, except for the eerie green glow of a star-shaped night light that sat on an end table against the wall opposite the door. Evie's bed, on the same wall as the door, was empty with the sheets thrown back as if done so in a panic. 
 
A slight squeak to the left of the door would draw immediate attention to the gravity rocker that sat against the opposite wall, conveniently located underneath the communications unit. The squeak -- and likely the bumps heard earlier -- were from Evie's shifting weight on the rocker, causing it to bump the wall. Evie, beloved rabbit in hand and wide eyed, was staring at Jenny from where she stood on the rocker. Slowly, the little redhead pointed her free hand towards the bed.
 
For a moment, the sound was faint, almost like a wheezing, but then, a deep sucking noise overtook the wheeze and drowned it out. The sound was hard to identify, seeming to echo in the small room while also developing a rattling-like element to it.

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Posted Star Date 22106.25 @ 02:11 (02:11 AM)

The eerie glow cast by Evie's night light wasn't unlike that of the glow-rods that Jenny had used on more than one occasion while scouting to illuminate an unlit room for whoever might be behind her, and also to retrace her steps in the labyrinthine tunnels she'd found herself exploring more than once both in the service of the Federation and in her own free time. Paired with the wheezing and sucking, however, it did make the room feel more surreal and unearthly; as though some paranormal entity had made the small room its lair.

 

I should have someone program this as a training hologram for security; add a werewolf and few demonic clowns, and it's a regular haunted house!

 

A squeak drew Jenny's attention to the rocking chair, with Evie standing on it clutching the stuffed rabbit that Jenny had gifted her when she was still an infant. The rabbit had been with Jenny since the beginning, had seen her through countless battles with nary a scratch on her, and now its luck protected the young progeny of her best friend. The small child pointed at the bed, which wheezed and then sucked as though some asthmatic giant had taken up residence beneath the furniture. Pointing her weapon at the bed, Jenny moved sideways along the wall to scoop up little Evie with her left hand and carried her back to the door. Depositing the small child outside with Juice, Jenny once again checked the safety of her weapon and activated the tactical light under the barrel with a flick of her index finger.

 

Well now, it's just you and me...let's see what you are, shall we?

 

As the high intensity beam of light played back across the bed, accompanied by a small red dot to aid in rapid aiming of the weapon, Jenny approached the bed again carefully. Right hand gripping the weapon, she reached out with her left hand and gripped the headboard, giving it a hard yank away from the wall to reveal whatever was underneath and make it deeply regret making camp under her niece's bed.

 

==GM-Evie: Do we have an alien intruder, a faulty air conditioner, or is Fenn just asleep?==


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Posted Star Date 22106.26 @ 19:51 (07:51 PM)

As the bed was jerked away from the wall, there was an alarmed yelp, followed by an equally startled pained whimper.

Jenny could see in the space she created a red mess of fur that surely belonged to Colt, the Border Collie that Zephyr had gifted Tyra by way of apologizing for her unannounced departure from the Getty years earlier.

It appeared that Colt had likely been sleeping under Evie's bed, which was unusual as he typically slept near Tyra but had probably snuck in while Thomas had put Evie to bed. His snores easily could have been the rumbling that had been heard with the added acoustic assistance of the environmental grate his face had been pressed into.

However, it seemed that in his surprise at being woken, his nose had gotten caught on the paneling. His feet were scratching against the wall in a way that likely would have caused more nightmares had Evie been present.
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Posted Star Date 22106.29 @ 19:54 (07:54 PM)

That bloody dog!

 

Colt, the Border Collie companion that Zephyr had guilt-purchased for Tyra, had been snoring away under Evie's bed and was now frantically trying to dislodge himself from where his nose had gotten caught on the grate. Evie's room was, allegedly, a no-dog zone at night so that she would stay asleep and not be distracted by fluffy animals that would keep her awake. That had lasted all of ten minutes, however, but Fen and Buster had both known to give the room a wide berth while Crawford the tiny was in bed.

 

Colt, not so much.

 

Cursing under her breath, Jenny holstered her weapon and moved in towards the dog, now nearing fully-grown and approaching forty pounds of thrashing fur and muscle. Gently, she began to dislodge his trapped nose with one hand while calming him with the other - long strokes from his head down his back to his tail while she audibly hushed him with gentle shushing noises. 

 

As she worked, Jenny decided that when this was over she'd need to recommend that Tyra put boxes or something under Evie's bed to prevent a reoccurrence both of the need to rapidly vacate the Bridge expecting an intruder or catastrophic malfunction, and of the rather dim-witted Collie's attempt to amputate his own muzzle with part of the ventilation system. 


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Posted Star Date 22106.29 @ 23:37 (11:37 PM)

== Lieutenant Eli McKenzie ==

 

[McKenzie to Braggins. J, you need to get back here immediately. Probes picked up inbound Kazon. No idea if they've seen us yet but it's only a matter of time,] Eli reported, her words clipped and serious in a manner that her boss turned friend would recognize as her business tone.


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