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#1 Capt Jennifer Braggins

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Posted Star Date 22003.11 @ 02:58 (02:58 AM)

== 12 hours into return trip home. Six days after destruction of Megasphere. ==

 

The idea had been Cera's, predictably. The young Betazoid woman was not only an invaluable if unofficial member of the Artemis' Command Team, but also excellent at reading the mood of her colleagues and the crew as a whole. Rather than a party, as might have been tradition in the past, Cera had raided Orrin's stash of true alcohol and arranged a buffet-style gathering that was, for all intents and purposes, a wake for the fallen.

 

The invites had been sent out as the Artemis and the rag-tag group of Battleships, Cruisers, Support Vessels and Tugs departed from the system the Borg Megasphere had once inhabited, most of the wreckage already gathered together for collection later or simply left to drift as a memorial to those who would not make it back. The death toll was still unknown, and several search and rescue teams were still hard at work hunting for missing personnel; frozen corpses sucked out into space during hull breaches, or possibly still alive trapped in escape pods whose transponders had failed.

 

Invites had been extended to the crews of the Magellan, Philadelphia and Ozaki; the wrecks of those ships currently under tow as the ad-hoc squadron made its way back to Pioneer Outpost at a leisurely Warp 2, the fastest speed achievable dragging so many hulks in tractor beams behind them. Uniforms were explicitly banned from the event; this was not an official gathering nor was the pomp and circumstance of such functions generally appreciated among the Artemis crew - given the reputations of their Captain and First Officer, this was perhaps not surprising at all.

 

The Artemis' Transporter Rooms and Support Departments were prepared for the influx of officers and crew, fortunately the combined crews of the three destroyed vessels was still under two hundred; still well within the hosting capabilities of the Artemis, though things might get a little cramped.

 

The preparations made, the Crew Lounge had been decorated with five flags on the stage - the flag of Star Fleet Command in the centre, and four flags flanking this centrepiece with the assignment patches of the USS Artemis, USS Philadelphia, USS Ozaki and USS Magellan on black backgrounds to suit the mourning nature of the event.

 

Now it was just time for the attendees to arrive...


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Posted Star Date 22003.11 @ 03:24 (03:24 AM)

Jadaris, not really having much to do with the wreck of the Magellan safely in tow, arrived at the crew lounge. Possibly the tallest who would attend, he ducked under the lounge doorjamb and entered, looking around at the accoutrements of the wake. Jadaris wore a outdoors outfit, a fieldwork outfit that he normally used when doing planetary geological surveys with colleagues. He didn't wear any rank, despite the meeting with Zan over the state of the command structure of the Magellan. Zan hadn't said much, but Archen had stepped down as First Officer, to better teach the tactical officers of the Magellan, or what was the Magellan. Apparently, they'd had a crisis of being the last of a few Kzinti, and they weren't ready to lose their family in the long journeys ahead of them with the Borg. There was an eventual goal of becoming an Academy instructor in tactical operations, but for that moment, the Magellan was without a First Officer. At least until Zan had asked Jadaris to step up. With his multi-disciplinary background; science, engineering and some medical, as well as his knowledge of the slipstream drive, she had wanted him as her First Officer. Jadaris had accepted of course, but he still mourned the loss of friends, and family. Kirtaar Ragarri, listed as KIA from Infiltration Team Two, had been his Caitian foster parents son, estranged son, but son nonetheless. There was to be a service on Cait for those lost during the battle, and his foster parents were planning to attend, and adopt Kirtaar's widow and son into the family, but Jadaris was going to miss that funeral with their speeds at tow.

 

Jadaris knew however, he needed to celebrate his foster brother's life in some way. And this wake was good for that purpose. Going over to the buffet table, he didn't ask for an alcoholic drink, only a cup of herbal Vulcan spiced tea, his favorite drink given his time spent in the Vulcan Science Academy before Star Fleet Academy. He sipped the tea slowly, watching for more people to come in, and celebrate the lives of those who had died defending the Federation from the Borg Contingency.

 

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#3 Lt Eliana McKenna

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Posted Star Date 22003.11 @ 10:46 (10:46 AM)

As she approached the crew lounge, Eliana walked with a little trepidation, her mind filled with a number of emotions, although deep down knew how important it was for her to attend, especially in order to remember the fallen. Ever since the Megasphere's destruction and the days since the Borg had left, the security officer had felt lost, as she had come to terms once more, with her own mortality and reflected on everything that had happened.
 
In some ways it was also a celebration of life, to not forget those who had sacrificed so much and reminding those still living that, it was something to treasure and hold onto, to make the most of and not be afraid. If anything it had also brought her even closer to Liam, grateful that he was still with her and that they could continue getting to know each other more and make the most of each day with one another. 
 
Eli smiled at the thought of the handsome Irish doctor, who had taught her so much, in such a short space of time, which had also resulted in her, returning to a familiar and natural blonde, instead of hiding and believing, that she had to make physical changes, when she didn't have to. Things were as they should be and it wouldn't be long, until she was also reunited with her son, who had changed a lot, in the short time that she had been away from him. She couldn't wait to hold him and spend her shore leave with him and Liam.
 
Not to mention, having that time with her close friends, Ben and Nathan, who she couldn't wait to see, happy that he had returned to his rightful place on the Artemis. She wanted to cherish these moments of being with the important people in her life and make the most of them.
 
For now, she had a gathering to attend, as well as the chance to speak to the other crews directly affected, share grief and support one another. With uniforms being banned, Eli had chosen a long black and green dress, with matching shoes, her long hair slightly curled, wanting to be both respectful and comfortable. Taking a deep breath, she entered the lounge and looked around. Casting a polite and friendly nod to those already present, as the doors closed behind her.
 
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#4 Lt (JG) Robin Mayfair

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Posted Star Date 22003.12 @ 01:00 (01:00 AM)

The last six days had been a blur. Robin had grabbed sleep when she could, sometimes only when ordered to rest. There was still so much to do, so many injured. She'd been told that, after the wake, under no circumstances was she to be seen in the Medical Complex for a full day. She was to get a good night's sleep, eat, and relax before reporting for duty again. 

 

I understand, I really do. Most of the critical patients have already been transferred to hospital ships. But I still feel guilty. Why? 

 

Since uniforms were not to be worn for the event, the nurse had dressed in her usual off-duty conservative manner, choosing a simple unadorned white blouse and sky blue skirt. She'd had her burns regenerated and had managed to get her singed hair trimmed, though it was even shorter than normal. The doors to the Crew Lounge opened. Though it was still early quite a few people had already arrived, gathering in small groups for conversation. Robin saw the blonde Security Lieutenant, Eli. 

 

Glad to see she's OK. I hope she doesn't think I was giving her orders when Sickbay was breached. I'll have to go say hi later, maybe properly introduce myself. It'd help if I knew someone aboard this ship.

 

But there were more important matters to attend to: the buffet. The young Midshipman was starving. She'd been eating combat rations or wolfing down hastily-replicated meals before going back to work, and she had been feeling it for the last couple of days. The genetic resequencing that had saved her life had also done weird things to her appetite, and she had ate ridiculous amounts for someone her size. Robin piled up a plate with turkey sandwiches, chips, and a selection of round blue vegetables that were apparently Andorian. She decided that they'd probably go well with ranch dressing, because every veggie went well with ranch dressing. Robin moved off to the side, standing next to one of the viewports and admiring the moving starfields of warp travel. For the first time in over a week she felt at least a bit relaxed. 

 

Oh, there's the First Officer, Commander Braggins. I haven't had a chance to properly check in with all the chaos. I need to get on that, as soon as she's available, and report to the Captain too. But after all this they've got better things to do than talk to a middie who's probably only a temporary assignment on this ship. 

 

That thought caused her to pause. Where was she going to go, now that the battle was over? She'd volunteered to go aboard a ship before the fleet left Pioneer Station because there was a desperate need for medical personnel, but she hadn't thought it was a permanent assignment. She liked the Artemis, but this hadn't exactly been a cadet cruise. 

 

Oh well, you'll go where they want you. Don't worry about it now. Think of those who won't be going home. This is for them. 

 

Robin walked over to Eli. "Umm, Lieutenant McKenna? How are you doing?" 

 

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#5 Capt Tyra Crawford

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Posted Star Date 22003.12 @ 03:57 (03:57 AM)

== Lieutenant Cera Morgan, Captain's Yeoman/Quartermaster/ Queen Know-It-All/Meddler Extraordinaire ==
 
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When Cera had suggested they host a memorial gathering of sorts for the fallen, the Betazoid had known there would be some difficulties in implementing the plan. Not because the event was difficult to plan or even the most challenging event she had thrown together in short notice but because it required the cooperation from certain individuals.  She had been with the main portion of the Artemis crew long enough to know that their default coping mechanism was to isolate and treat in private, usually with copious amounts of alcohol, and even in her limited counseling experience, that just was not healthy. However, two of the chief culprits were the captain and first officer and their cooperation in this was paramount to setting a good example for the rest of the crew, at minimum.
 
The blonde had been pleasantly surprised at how easily the captain had agreed to the idea. It was possible that the redhead's return to counseling helped her see the logic of a healthier coping mechanism being offered to the crew or maybe, Cera's argument that captains were required to do things they didn't like for the betterment of their crew had struck a cord. Either way, it hadn't been quite the teeth pulling that Cera had expected but the same, likely, couldn't be said for the first officer.
 
Fortunately, Cera was not one to be deterred nor did she have any intentions of giving Jenny a chance to say 'no'. She had every intention of starting with a strong negotiation involving strong alcohol and ending with a more forceful approach that would require the assistance of the reinforcement that was waiting for Cera near the turbolift. It wasn't lost on Cera that it would likely cost her even more strong alcohol to get Tyra to fully help her "motivate" Jenny but the captain had, at least, agreed to wait for Cera so that Tyra could escort Jenny to the function while Cera completed her rounds, which included a check-in on one Benjamin Elias next. 
 
Her finger jabbed at the chime to Jenny's door, pausing only a moment before punching in her override code. She wasn't entirely certain which led to the door in front of her sliding open but that didn't stop her from stepping inside with every bit of confidence and authority. Cera had no qualms about invading privacy to complete a mission -- she figured she'd probably be overriding Elias' door shortly in order to drag him out of his self-imposed misery too. 
 
"I know you got my message about this, even if you refused to answer! I'm willing to up my offer to three bottles but I'm not going past that! I know you probably don't want to deal with this but it's a show of respect and it's really important that you be there. So... please?" she called into the suite as she took a step or two inside before making a turn towards the bedroom. "And you can't use Raiju being lonely as an excuse this time..."
 
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#6 LCdr Vari Toreen

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Posted Star Date 22003.12 @ 06:47 (06:47 AM)

Weighed down. Miserable. Vari Toreen, Chief Medical Officer of the USS Ozaki was not normally known for being so miserable. Even Robert had been concerned - and that man tended to hide his concern behind amusement and jokes. She was tired, exhausted, and her shoulders drooped far beyond their usual. It was odd. Just a year ago, she'd been happy. Engaged, with a job that filled her with joy and a ship full of people she cared about. Now that ship was nothing more than a hunk of metal. Gone. And while it was the people that made the ship and not the structure itself, it still felt wrong

 

She wasn't in uniform, but she hadn't dressed up like she usually did for such events. Smart, but not a dress, not a full face of makeup. And the first place she went was over to the buffet table - and she tried to suppress a noise of upset that threatened to leave her, tightening her hand in front of her. She hated all of this. She just wanted to be okay. 

 

"Just. Blackcurrant cordial, please," she muttered, receiving it in her free hand. She shivered and wrapped her arms around herself, sipping slowly at the drink and wrapping her arms around herself, so tied up in her own little world that she didn't even really notice the others around her. She'd had a fairly good track record, all things considered, on the Ozaki. Barely any deaths. But she'd seen the body bags, she'd heard stories from Ouan, she'd seen her Sickbay by the end of it. And when the work was done, what was left beyond death and loss?

 

She closed her eyes and shook her head. Get yourself together, she thought, though she wasn't sure it would help. She glanced over to her side, and to her surprise saw  a Gorn man at her side. She raised an eyebrow in surprise, but didn't comment. She inclined her head. 

 

"Vari Toreen. CMO on the USS Oza-" she stopped herself. It was unlikely, considering everything, that that statement would hold true. She blinked a few times, against the unexpected emotion, and a humourless huff of a laugh left her. "Doctor Vari Toreen of nowhere, apparently. Hello."

 

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Posted Star Date 22003.12 @ 07:15 (07:15 AM)

Coming to events like this was not high on Benos list of things to do, but in the light of things it was the right thing to do. Seeing how there wasn’t a long time for her to heal, having her left arm in a sling. She was there mostly too see if anyone she knew was going to be there, other than anyone from her ship. A friendly face from her old ship would probably be out of the question, she probably wouldn’t really recognize them. The two people that she really wanted too see again, was Pond and M’Rour. Those two crazy kids really brought out the best in Beno, and with out them life on the ship would be really dull.

Right beside her, as usual was Carley. Both ladies went over to the wall of flags. Beno looked up at the one for the Ozaki, an assignment that she originally didn’t want to go on. She didn’t like the idea of being on a ship like that, but shortly after arrival didn’t want to be anywhere else. It was her home, filled with great memories. Now she wasn’t really sure what the cards held, for now it was just about having a good time. Possibly not getting yelled at for bending Doctor orders, she was off duty for a while and promised not to lift anything heavier than a drink. There was no one really there she wanted to talk too yet, but eventually some one would show they always seem to do that.
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#8 Lt Eliana McKenna

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Posted Star Date 22003.12 @ 09:11 (09:11 AM)

Thinking that it was probably a good idea to move away from the doors, Eliana, took a moment to appreciate the flags that had been put on display to honour, those ships who had been adversely affected by the battle, before making her way over to the buffet tables. Her first stop, was to get a drink, deciding that food could wait for the time being, until she was hungry to indulge in the delicious food on offer.
 
As much as she loved her food, her appetite hadn't been what it usually was and didn't want to make herself ill and would rather pace herself. So after selecting a vodka, lime and lemonade, Eli took advantage of standing in one of her favourite spots, beside the viewports. 
 
It always gave her a sense of calm and appreciation, as the stars streaked by and often let her mind wander, whenever she looked out.
 
However when she heard someone, call out her name, Eli turned away and smiled as she recognised Robyn, walking over to her.
 
" Hi there and I'm doing okay, how about you?".
 
Considering they had been in Sickbay together, especially when things had taken a turn for the worse, her response and subsequent question, was genuine, as she hadn't seen the nurse since helping those in Engineering.
 
 
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#9 Capt Jason Simmons

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Posted Star Date 22003.12 @ 12:33 (12:33 PM)

Jason sighed as he entered the room. In truth, there was a lot he could be doing right now, but it was pretty clear that everything could wait. After all, any reports or filing was put on the backburner for most of the crews who had just endured the battle against the Borg. This was especially true for crews that had lost their ships...like Jason had.

 

And now, he was here, having been invited for a get together. A wake of sorts. They had lost a lot. And for what? Yes, they ended up destroying the Megasphere, but the threat was still out there. And now two Doomsday Machines. He wondered what Star Fleet would have planned, but took his mind off as he looked around the room. Right away, he saw Velaul and Toreen. There were plenty of people he didn't recognize. Crewmembers from the Artemis, Philadelphia, and Magellan. And those that he would know from those ships would be Command crew.

 

In fact, that was the first people he looked for was Tyra and Jenny. He didn't see them right away, so headed to the bar. He was glad he had been cleared to drink alcohol again. His injuries weren't as extensive as the injuries he had received during the destruction of the Ticonderoga, but they had been more serious than he initially thought. He had suffered a concussion, but that had been taken care of quickly. He also had a few fractures, mostly hairline, and a cracked rib. But, the healing process was going well.

 

"Jack and root beer," Jason said, being served the liquid quickly. He took a long drink. It was perfect. He thanked the bartender, and turned around in his seat, scanning the crowd once again.

 

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Posted Star Date 22003.12 @ 17:17 (05:17 PM)

Onyx did not want to be there, in fact he wanted to refuse to show up. However, he was told that Antess would have wanted him to. As he thought about it, he knew deep that it would not look too good on the Captain for one of his "senior officers" to not show up. It was also his pride that would have gotten in the way, and Onyx knew that for Antess, Nobir, Zebd, and also Pearson and the others, he had to stand in their stead. He remembered the conversations he would have with her. He remembered how she would tell him that the rank of Department Head meant he was no longer his own person, but the eyes, ears, and mouth of Engineering. To say that Onyx was outside of his element was an understatement, and he avoided mostly everyone he did not know. He saw Toreen and Velaul, and it did not take long at all to spot the Captain. Considering that Onyx stood on average perhaps a foot taller than everyone else, he was not hard to miss if someone really wanted his attention. He spotted the Ozaki flag, his first posting, a ship he helped save twice. Once as a Midshipman, once as an Ensign. As a Lieutenant JG, he helped the Ozaki maintain power long enough for everyone who was alive to be rescued. 

 

Shifting his head, he wondered over to the bar where Simmons so happened to be located. At first, Onyx did nothing more than nod to the Captain, and Onyx did feel a prang of guilt. He just lost his ship, and no matter that Onyx lost three, Simmons lost much more then that. Onyx knew what would happen if this happened in Mirak space. Simmons would have been challenged to preserve his honor. This however was not Mirak space. This was Federation space. Federation rules applied. Another sense of guilt came from Onyx when really, Simmons gave Onyx a chance. He could have gotten anyone to replace M'Rour as Chief Engineer, and found his excuse of lack of available officers ridiculous. The Mirak has been on report for insubordination and his tongue being open with the cold, if not respectful truth. Something made Simmons believe in Onyx, and wither it be true or not, that is what Antess told the young officer. It is with that mindset that Onyx took a seat next to his Captain.

 

He looked at the bar and it became obvious that he had no clue what was in front of him. The only drink he knew was ginger ale, which worked out fine for him. Taking a sip, Onyx set the drink down and he took a calm breath.

 

"Any idea why were are all here, Sir?"

 

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#11 Capt Aitrus Colso {Elias}

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Posted Star Date 22003.12 @ 18:15 (06:15 PM)

Aitrus didn't want to be here. This was likely not an uncommon feeling among those attending the event, but he'd made the effort for his crew. He was glad that he could see a couple here already, though none of his senior staff at the moment. When the invitation had come, with him stuck in temporary housing on the Odyssey, his first thought had been to politely decline.

 

"It's not for you," he'd heard his first officer tell him. Or imagined that he would have said it, at least. It was far too similar to other arguments they had had over the past few years for him to even question what he would have said were he still here. It's for the crews. With the terror and now the despair of the last few days, watching as their ships and their allies get towed away, they needed to blow off some steam. And fortunately, Tyra's crew had made the effort to provide that place. So he had spent the next few hours sending messages to his crew, drawing them aside and asking them to attend. Most had accepted, though there were a few stragglers. Notably, Lieutenant Devora had declined; even the genial, highly-social nature of the Efrosian wasn't enough to pull her out of her misery as the last survivor of the Philadelphia's science department.

 

But now the time had come, and as he stepped into the Artemis' crew lounge, he wished he could go elsewhere. Even on his best days, he wasn't much of a party person, and was a bit of a lightweight when it came to drinking. But there was nothing for it, and if nothing else he needed to put on a brave face for those who needed the reassurance.

 

He walked up to the bar and ordered a soda, not ready to dive into the alcohol yet given that just a couple of glasses of the stronger stuff would likely be the end of his night, and took it with him to stare out the window for a bit.

 

He watched the stars slowly streak by, several of the other ships visible out the viewport. From here, he could see the Scott towing one of the hulks behind it, Odyssey just below, while the Nightingale was just visible forward of them both, and ahead of Artemis. Part of him was angry, remembering as he watched the new ships come in system after the battle. Where was this show of force when we needed it, he had asked. Why were these new vessels with such power in them held back, and the aging fleet sent in to die?

 

Of course, the answer had been obvious: they were new. In some cases, so new that they hadn't even properly been tested yet, while many weren't even capable of combat. There weren't enough built as of yet to make a difference; this was always going to fall on the combat fleet, the fleet that was nearly two decades old now. This was always going to end in tragedy, he thought. There simply wasn't any time to avoid one.

 

He continued to watch out the window, slowly sipping his drink as the room behind him filled. Eventually, he knew, he'd have to turn around and actually talk to people, commiserate and share in what was happening. But not yet.


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Posted Star Date 22003.12 @ 20:11 (08:11 PM)

Eli responded "Hi there and I'm doing okay, how about you?" Robin put on her best sort-of-feeling-fine smile, one that wasn't likely to fool anyone. 

 

The young nurse shifted her large plate of food to her other hand. "OK, I guess," a bit of a Southern US accent slipping through. "'Feeling overwhelmed' would be a better answer. I'm not even sure I should be here, but it's expected, and they've kicked me out of Sickbay and told me to get some rest." She looked around as more people showed up. "I think there are a lot of crew from the Ozaki here. I can't even imagine..." She trailed off, then decided to tackle what had been bugging her. 

 

"Umm, Eli... Sir..." (She wasn't sure about the protocol here.) "I hope I wasn't out of order in Sickbay during the hull breach. I wasn't trying to give you orders or anything. There just wasn't anyone available, and Doctor McConnelly had nearly been killed, and so had a few of the nurses, and the wounded kept coming in, and Engineering was calling for help, and..." She forced herself to stop. "Sorry. Anyway, I wasn't intending to send you down into a radiation leak, really. At that point I was happy for any help." 

 

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Posted Star Date 22003.13 @ 02:15 (02:15 AM)

Finding himself walking down the corridors to the Crew Lounge, Nathan was reminded of why it was important to go to the function; it wasn’t just a catharsis for oneself, but honoring those who wouldn’t be making it. To celebrate them, and their actions, that allowed for the wake to even happen. That wasn’t to say that he hadn’t questioned whether he would go or not. Ramius had spent some time trying to work on his original cello composition, but the notes seemed flat as he tried to compose. It simply wasn’t coming to him. Then, he had thought to do a workout… but there was no energy for that inside of him. It was obvious, then, the choice that he had to make.

 

Picking out something relatively casual for himself, he didn’t try dressing up too much. A button-up, in a conservative blue-green plaid pattern with the sleeves rolled, and a pair of darkly hued blue jeans. It did make Nathan feel a bit awkward, going to something almost funerary undressed, but he felt it best considering the invite Cera had sent out banned uniforms, and thusly dress-whites. Once he entered the Crew Lounge though, the doors opening automatically for him, he felt better about his choice of attire; all were just as casual.

 

Forcing a smile onto his face, Nathan pressed onward and went straight to the bar.

 

“I’ll trade you,” he said to the bartender, handing over a bottle he’d managed to pilfer from a certain Bird of Prey, “here is some Bloodwine for, ah, hmm. Just give me a shot of vodka and a glass of something strong please.”

 

The moment the vodka was poured, Nathan slammed it, handing the shot glass back over. Then, he took up the other glass. It was cognac, he knew, though it wasn’t something Ramius would normally order on his own. At this point, though, he didn’t much care. Plus, this was the real stuff, and it had been a very long time since the Midshipman had anything other than what Ben’s 'still' produced… which was more akin to degreaser than actual enjoyable spirits. Taking a sip, he let the stuff settle on his tongue for a moment, swishing it lightly, before putting it down the hatch. It was funny, that Nathan hadn’t been a drinker, not until he’d come aboard the Gettysburg. Now though, he was learning to enjoy the stuff.

 

A job requirement really.

 

Turning about, he took in the room. Beside him were two crew he didn’t know, and one of them a black-haired Mirak. A pained expression passed on Nathan’s face, despite him trying to catch the emotion before it broke to the surface. It was nothing against the officer, of course. It was Nathan’s problem that he’d have to deal with. But, the presence of the felinoid reminded Ramius of Alotharis, and the failure of saving the officer from his doomed fate loomed large in his mind still. Nathan stepped off into a brisk walk with that thought, moving away from the bar for more familiar faces to start with.

 

Perhaps later, once the alcohol kicks in, I’ll have the courage to approach the duo at the bar…

 

There was someone else, looking out of a viewport, but Nathan didn’t recognize him either. Plus, he’d looked as though he preferred to keep his own company for the moment. Not that Nathan held that against him. In fact, the security officer understood the sentiment all too well as of late. Yet, despite wanting nothing more than to join the man, to stare out into the abyss, that wasn’t why Ramius dragged himself out of his quarters.

 

That’s when he spotted Eliana. A slight laugh escaped him when Nathan realized he had overlooked her on his initial scan of the room; having just got used to her hair color being raven, she’d gone back to blonde. Veering his course, the security officer noted that he didn’t know the other person with whom McKenna was talking to. The purple hair seemed odd to Nathan for the briefest of moments, until he thought back to an all-black cat standing at the bar. Timing his pace so that he could interrupt at a natural point in the duo’s conversation, he walked up to the pair.

 

“I’m very sorry to interrupt,” Nathan said as he closed into speaking distance, before he threw social protocol out the window and embraced McKenna in a giant hug,

 

“Aww, it is so good to see you Eli,” he continued the embrace for an extra moment, before letting the poor woman breathe.

 

“Sorry again to interrupt you both,” Nathan now backed up slightly and turned to the other party, who he just now realized another peculiar trait of – purple eyes.

 

“I don’t think we’ve met. Nathan Ramius,” he held out his hand to the mystery woman, a slight brow raise cresting above his right eye.

 

 

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#14 Lt (JG) Kit Frost

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Posted Star Date 22003.13 @ 02:24 (02:24 AM)

Kit was not sure that this was the party to 'come out' to. But, Damian had convinced her that there was no time like the present and the likelihood was that people had already seen the couple around the ship. Scuttlebutt was fierce and quick and they had kind of had a reunion of sorts after the mission ended. To make sure that he was okay was all that had been on her mind as she had torn through the corridors in the direction he had been in. 

 

This was not a party, it was a wake, a wake for many things. For the mission, for the lives lost, for the people that lost their ships, for everything. There would be so many faces here that she did and didn't know. Kit was relatively new still, and though she had served a mission on the Magellan, she had transferred off shortly there after. She hoped there would be no hard feelings on the matter, but then, she had made the move she thought was necessary for herself and her career. Looking back in regret would only prove that she had been wrong to take that step and she wasn't. Leaving the Magellan had set into motion many things for her. From the Rogue Planet, to meeting Damian, to serving on the Bridge and being of some assistance to the Captain, and beginning to make a name for herself as a Tactical officer of the USS Artemis.

 

You know as parties go, this is going to be a downer.” Kit stated as they headed towards the room together.

 

I think our mere presence will bring it up.” said the sultry voice beside her, she answered with a chuckle and a shake of her head.

 

I think you over estimate my sheer awesomeness.” 

 

Never.” came the cheeky reply from the dark skinned man.

 

The doors opened and the pair stepped in. Damian was dressed in jeans dark enough to be almost black and well pressed. A simple grey tshirt was cloaked underneath a dark grey blazer that set off the whole look giving it a casual but nice appearance. Business casual or something. Kit herself had opted for something casual but something that was a bit more Kit for the event. She was wearing a black jumpsuit that covered her from shoulders to feet, where the black heels that she was wearing were shown giving her a bit of a height boost from them. Her arms were completely bare because the sleeves capped at the shoulders and went no further. So the arm tattoos that she had were on full display but her entire front was completely covered and modest. The back however was completely open. There was a band just below her neck connecting her shoulders and then it was an open panel view to her collection of ink before it stopped at her waist.

 

Damian was certainly enjoying it the way that his hand was on her hip and occasionally would slip up on her back before slipping back down. The Crew Lounge had been altered for the occasion and Kit could see the flags over on the side table that represented the various ships. Her eyes cast around the room looking for people that she knew. There was Jadaris, she remembered from the Magellan and she hoped that he fared well. He was alive, at least, and that was all that some could ask for. She noticed Eli was there, the two of them had become friends a while back when Eli was missing her sweet baby left behind on Pioneer. Honestly, the best place for him.

 

~It feels heavy in here.~ she stated into his mind. The two had been using mental communications more and more lately. They both liked the openness that it allowed and the privacy that they desired when they did so. She also appreciated that she could check in with him when he was close enough and he, her. The fact that he was very comfortable about the mental communications and emotions really meant a lot to her and she was glad that he had slipped into the life of dating a Betazoid so easily.

 

~A lot was lost.~ he responded.

 

She didn't answer but merely nodded to him as they headed over towards the drinks. She knew that she was going to need something strong to stand in here with all these minds feeling all these emotions. “Rum and coke, heavy on the rum.” she stated to the bartender. Damian ordered his own drink and the two of them moved away from the bar so that others could get what they would need.

 

If you feel me getting fuzzy, it's because this is working.” she looked over at him and shared a mischievous chuckle. ~I'm not good at stuff like this, I never know what to say, and people always expect you to because you're Betazoid and you deal with emotions all the time. But this is different and I don't even know these people.~

 

There's Commander Jadaris. I worked with him on the Magellan.” she admitted to Damian, and they headed that way. “Commander, good to see you still all in one piece.” she said trying to open a conversation.

 

==Use of Damian with writers permission for the course of the thread.==

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Posted Star Date 22003.13 @ 04:18 (04:18 AM)

“Commander, good to see you still all in one piece.”

 

 "Doctor Vari Toreen of nowhere, apparently. Hello."

 

Jadaris had two people to respond to, so he chose the most recent and said,

 

"Commander Jadaris, First Officer of what's left of the Magellan, and whatever ship will follow under Captain Zan, formerly Chief Engineer of the Magellan however. This is Mid...wait...you're a Lieutenant Frost now. Well, I've kept myself together just fine. Commander Archen stepped down as First Officer to train our new tactical division, and to look forward to another career. Midlife crisis, but not easy for a Kzinti who recently had his race nearly wiped out by the Mirak."

 

"So Doctor Toreen, I'd say things have been quite hectic for you and the crew you're responsible for. Well, probably more than hectic, but we survived. We just have to keep the memories of those who didn't, alive. But how are things now with the crew of the Ozaki?"

 

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#16 LCdr Vari Toreen

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Posted Star Date 22003.13 @ 07:23 (07:23 AM)

A few more members of the Ozaki started to filter in, and while Vari caught their eyes she didn't move. They all looked tired - but then so did all the others who'd lost their ships. How could they not, when something they'd fought so hard to preserve had been lost? She swallowed and gave a polite nod to the woman the Commander introduced her to, lips twitching up in what she hoped was an approximation of a smile. 

 

This isn't like you, she could almost imagine her mother saying. Even when things were tough, you could smile.

 

It showed how little her mother knew her, really. A smile was a decent armour. In this situation, for some reason, she could barely summon one up. She didn't feel anything other than drained, from grief and loss and a dark hole in her chest. She'd have to arrange to see Pond at some point in this whole mess. And Robert. A hug from her best friend and her brother would be nice. Provided, of course, her brother didn't go swanning off with her best friend. 

 

She blinked back to attention when the Commander addressed her directly, "So Doctor Toreen, I'd say things have been quite hectic for you and the crew you're responsible for. Well, probably more than hectic, but we survived. We just have to keep the memories of those who didn't, alive. But how are things now with the crew of the Ozaki?"

 

"Well. They're... as you can imagine, I'd think," she said, softly. Her accent lilted over the words, at that point, coming through a little more thickly with the emotions - but she wasn't very good at showing emotions in front of those she didn't know. She wasn't the crying sort. "I probably - I should go and speak to them. My apologies. I'll speak to you all later. A pleasure."

 

She spun on her heel and made her way over to Simmons and Onyx. It was easy to notice them - Onyx was not easy to miss - and she went to lean against the bar they were both sat at, pinching the bridge of her nose. 

 

"If I get any more emotionally compromised I will be out the airlock before the night is through," she muttered, low enough that only the two of them would hear. "And that just wouldn't do, of course," she took a deep, shaking breath. Don'tcrydon'tcrydon'tcry

 

She swallowed hard, bit down on her lip until she tasted copper. She brushed a thumb over her mouth, coming away green, and felt an old stab of that lovely self loathing that never seemed to go away

 

She scuffed her shoe on the floor and glared at a wall. "Honestly, where is a Vulcan ex-fiancé when you need him? I'd very much like to scream at him. And cry a little. And then scream some more. It would be very cathartic, given I didn't do it when he left me."

 

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#17 Lt Eliana McKenna

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Posted Star Date 22003.13 @ 10:32 (10:32 AM)

The response that Eli got from Robin, made the security officer, wonder if it was the nurse's way of pretending that everything was okay, when it wasn't, something that Eli herself had used numerous times in the past. So when Robin then began to share with her, how she truly felt, Eli sympathised with her, as it wasn't that long ago, when she too, felt overwhelmed and trying to make sense of her experiences.
 
To be truthful, she sometimes still felt like that now, but as Robin then spoke about the Ozaki crew present and trailed off, Eli looked at her and attempted to be reassuring.
 
" I understand how you feel, as there has been times, when I've felt overwhelmed, after a mission, but I can assure, that it does get better and I'm glad that you're here" she said softly.
 
Eli herself then looked towards those already gathered, before adding.
 
" I can't imagine, what they're going through either, but the main thing, is that we're here to support them and each other".
 
Pausing to take a sip of her drink, Eli then listened as Robin, continued, realising that the Middie, must of wanted to get this off her chest for days and appreciated her honesty. 
 
" Eli is fine and I appreciate, that it mustn't of been easy for you to say this to me, although apology accepted, it was a difficult situation for us to be in and you did well, given the circumstances and the main thing is that we got through it, by working together".
 
Eli hoped that she had done enough to reassure Robin, before they were politely interrupted by someone, that Eli had missed a lot. Accepting and returning the big hug that she was then given, savouring the fact that he was here and alive, as he then spoke to her and continued the hug.
 
It was with some reluctance that she let him go, but when she did, she smiled broadly as she responded to him.
 
" Its so good to see you as well Nathan" she replied, as he apologised once more and introduced himself to Robin and Eli noticed some more new arrivals, including her friend Kit and Chief Coleman. Acknowledging them with a smile, as her thoughts turned briefly to Liam, knowing that he was the one, keeping Sickbay ticking over and looked forward to seeing him later. For now she returned her attention to Nathan and Robin, glad to be reunited with one of her closest friends and getting to know Robin better. 
 
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#18 Capt Jason Simmons

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Posted Star Date 22003.13 @ 12:29 (12:29 PM)

Surprisingly enough, the first person Jason ended up speaking with was Krylixson. The young Mirak had worked hard, the whole crew had, and it hadn't been enough to stop what had happened. And with this being Onyx's first taste of officially leading, he had to deal with the aftermath of losing people. Losing good people. Jason was all too familiar with the feeling, especially after the Ticonderoga.

 

At first, his Acting Chief Engineer had nodded to Jason, which Jason had returned. Onyx definitely seemed like a Mirak of few words. After a few moments, however, he did, in fact, address Jason.

 

"Any idea why we're are all here, Sir?" Jason sighed.

 

"Call it a...human tradition," Jason answered. "In times of grief, the best way humans have coped for Millennia has always been to gather with others. Let off some steam, and, for I'm sure the last couple of centuries, drink their sorrows away." He tipped his now empty glass as an indication, before sadly chuckling. Before he could continue on, they were joined by his Chief Medical Officer.

 

"If I get any more emotionally compromised I will be out the airlock before the night is through. And that just wouldn't do, of course," she was barely audible, and then she took a deep, shaking breath. 

 

"Honestly, where is a Vulcan ex-fiancé when you need him? I'd very much like to scream at him. And cry a little. And then scream some more. It would be very cathartic, given I didn't do it when he left me." Jason took a look at the half-Orion woman.

 

"You're not alone in your feeling," he said, reassuringly. In truth, he was just as torn up on the inside. But, he had learned some time ago to be strong for his crew under situations like this. He breathed in deeply, as he looked at the two of his crew over at the bar with him. "By all means, take this opportunity to vent, do whatever it is you need to do to release the emotions. It does no one any good to hold it all in all the time. Hell, I'll probably find a Holodeck after this, and I don't know whether I'll make a bunch of Borg to mow down, or a drum set and bass guitar to rock out hard with."

 

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#19 Lt (JG) Kit Frost

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Posted Star Date 22003.13 @ 15:16 (03:16 PM)

==Perms given by Vari for the empathic overflow that Kit will experience.==


 


 

The young woman, green skinned and sad, stood there by the Commander as well. As crowded as the lounge was getting, Kit had not noticed the woman at first until she had already began speaking. Damian, beside her, gave her hip a little squeeze knowing that she was likely experiencing a great deal of emotion. While Damian couldn't feel what Kit could, he could feel the fact that she was puzzling through all of it. The young woman had been through a lot, a great deal, actually. The Chief Medical officer of a ship that.. she now claimed was no where. Kit was torn between having something sarcastic to say or giving the young thing a hug.

 

The emotional overflow was heavy for Kit. She thought about shutting her mind off, flicking the switch, so to speak. But, she also didn't want to do that, she hated blunting that side of her and honestly when she had it forcefully blunted during the mission it had bothered her. Yes, it was only temporary and she had to come to terms with the fact that it may have to happen again. That was just the reality of living with the abilities that she had. There would be times they would not be a boon, times when they would be a weapon against her own self or others, and times when all would be okay.

 

Right now, she could feel how the Orion woman was feeling. The loss of her ship, the loss of her home, and that she needed comfort. Kit could also feel that the woman was doing everything that she could not to break apart and cry in front of all these strangers. Honestly, it had to be hard. Kit herself could not fathom how it would feel to be in this woman's shoes. To be uncertain that she would have a place to return to, to be lost.. really.. without any knowledge of the future. Kit was fairly certain that knowledge of what would happen to the crew of the Ozaki and other ships would come once they returned to Pioneer. However, to be living that limbo life while they were on the way at a very snails pace, had to be hard.

 

Kit almost wanted to reach out for her. A reassuring pat, a small hug, something that said she wasn't alone despite feeling that way. Jadaris stopped her from reaching out by speaking and introducing himself to the Orion woman and then introducing her as well. Realizing that she had been promoted since he had last seen her.

 

Yes sir, Lieutenant now.” she stated with a proud smile.

 

The man at her side sent proud feelings across their mental bond which only made her smile widen a bit. Vari seemed to be having a hard time, which was understandable. Jardaris asked about the Ozaki after explaining that Archen had stepped down as First Officer and now he had assumed the role himself. “Congrats on the promotion..”

 

Vari excused herself rather quickly, stating she would speak to them later. Then headed off and Frost's eyes followed the young woman as she headed over to the bar. She really wanted to follow the woman, her heart hurt for the woman she had only just met.

 

~Go. I need to use the restroom anyway.~

 

Her brow rose as she turned her attention her counterpart. ~You just want to escape.~

 

A playful grin crossed his face. ~I have no idea what you're talking about. There is beauty everywhere. You're here.~

 

Kit's face blushed and she shook her head. ~Keep it in your pants.~ she said as she looked over at Jadaris. “I think I'm going to go give the Doc a check up.” she winked over at Jadaris with that same Kit-confident grin as she turned from her boyfriend and the Commander heading towards the green skinned woman. Damian then turned giving Jadaris a nod and headed out to the restroom as promised.

 

Kit saw the woman moments later pinching her nose, and could tell she was trying to hold it together. As Kit approached she noticed that the woman had bitten through her lip the telltale green blood on her thumb a moment later as seen by the sharp-eyed Betazoid. It seemed that she was talking to herself, and so Kit, being Kit, decided to lead with that.

 

You know, invisible friends are all the rage these days. But, I'm thinking that maybe a full blooded person might be more fun?” she said with a witty tone and a bright grin on her face as she turned to face the young doctor. If the Doctor looked up she would be greeted by the silver haired, heavily inked, visage of the Tactical officer. She had a piercing in her septum which was a silver loop that looked like a sun. Multiple piercings in her ears. Her silver hair tied back in a low small bun, with tendrils framing her face. She didn't do much with make up except that her eye liner was something for the history books and stood to make her black Betazoid eyes stand out even more.

 

Hey there. I decided that you needed to know me. So I brought myself over here, I know.. I know you feel touched. It's fine, I get that a lot. Welcome to my inner circle.” she grinned, hoping that Vari would know she was totally playing and trying to make light of a bad situation, and hoping to bring a smile to the young Medical officer's face. “I'm Kit Frost, Tactical badass and resident of the USS Artemis.” Kit held out her hand for Vari with a bright smile on her confident face.

 

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#20 Lt Onyx Krylixson

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Posted Star Date 22003.13 @ 16:40 (04:40 PM)

"Call it a...human tradition," 
 
Onyx nodded slowly as he took a sip of his ginger ale as he listened to his Captain. Human traditions did make Onyx highly curious.
 
"In times of grief, the best way humans have coped for Millennia has always been to gather with others. Let off some steam, and, for I'm sure the last couple of centuries, drink their sorrows away."
 
The empty glass became the focus of the point, and Onyx knew all too well what that meant. He had seen one great hunters turn to a bottle of wine and never looked the other way again. They were however presented not with more speech from Simmons, but the CMO, Toreen.
 
"If I get any more emotionally compromised I will be out the airlock before the night is through. And that just wouldn't do, of course,"
 
She looks like how you feel.
 
"Honestly, where is a Vulcan ex-fiancé when you need him? I'd very much like to scream at him. And cry a little. And then scream some more. It would be very cathartic, given I didn't do it when he left me." 
 
Onyx frowned slightly.
 
"You're not alone in your feeling, \bBy all means, take this opportunity to vent, do whatever it is you need to do to release the emotions. It does no one any good to hold it all in all the time. Hell, I'll probably find a Holodeck after this, and I don't know whether I'll make a bunch of Borg to mow down, or a drum set and bass guitar to rock out hard with."
 
Onyx listened as he took a long sip of his drink. He lowered it down, but he still held onto it. No one on bard really knew him, knew anything about his life before he was in the Academy. All they knew was he was blunt, had no tact, and he is a Mirak. Deep in the depths of his mind, a familiar voice echoed in reassurance.
 
"Maybe people will understand you if you open up a little"
 
Onyx breathed in.
 
"When I was a cub we lost a few of our kin in a battle. We were woken up before first light, my brothers and my sisters and I, and we went to the clan hall to gather ourselves. I was not old enough to partake, but the others would go out and hunt one beast for every individual killed within our clan. The clan Huntmaster would offer prayers that the prey would be as worthy, noble, and mighty as those who fell. The widows had the honor of the final blow."
 
Onyx smiled at the memory.
 
"We would then gather outside and make a huge fire pit to cook the beasts over, it took all day let me tell you, and the smells that came off of the meat as the herbs and oils made their way through the meat filled the whole area. By nightfall the meat would be ready and us cubs would sit down close while the Hunters stood. The Huntmaster would take the fallen's knife, ideally the original one, and hand it to the oldest child. Said child had the honor of making the first cut with the blade.  The fathers and mothers of the fallen would have the honor of cutting up the meat while kin would step forward and tell stories of the fallen. The larger clans would take hours to go through one individual, a small clan like mine could get through it quickly."
 
He took another sip as he realized his own drink was gone.
 
"Once everyone was full, there would be a final petition to the spirits to welcome the fallen to the hunt. The remaining food would be distributed to the clan evenly, and we would all head home from there."
 
Setting the glass down on the counter for it to be taken away, Onyx sighed a little.
 
"An open fire, clear starlit skies, fresh meat, fresh berries, and good stories among a clan. No offense to our hosts, but I'd rather be there then here."
 
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Posted Star Date 22003.13 @ 18:42 (06:42 PM)

There was so much potential in the room, but only two people that she wanted to talk too. Moving over to the bar area, she was about to place an order but she was given a drink. It was exactly what she wanted, but still mystified about who ordered it. The Caesar extra Irtysh short, it was a drink that not a lot of people knew she enjoyed that. The only time she ever drank it, Beno was alone and well off the beaten track. Jason and Onyx were not too far away, and Beno sniffed the air a little.

“Earthlings and their root-beer. One smell I won’t miss from Earth.” She said as a bit of a joke, but couldn’t laugh that much. Her arm in a sling, and the pain was just tolerable. “Looks like the start of a good time, and by the looks of this lot we all need it.” It was one of the biggest events of anyone’s career, and the last for a lot of people.

“I should give my regards to the host, who ever that might be.” She said while looking around a little. She also wondered hat this might lead too, she had zero clue about what was going to happen next. She did however feel like attempting to study something, but also needed to put that aside for a while.

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#22 Lt (JG) Robin Mayfair

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Posted Star Date 22003.13 @ 19:33 (07:33 PM)

"Thanks, Eli. I appreciate it." Robin smiled, grateful to the Lieutenant for the support. The last few days had caused her to do some serious soul searching and realize just how sheltered and conflict-free her life had been. She'd heard stories about the dangers of serving in Star Fleet, but this was worse than anything even old Captain Cardon had told her... and he had fought in the Dominion War and in the Battle of Sector 001. Space was dangerous

 

This is the life you chose, girl. Did you think it was going to be like being a nurse on a cruise starship? "See beautiful Beta Ortiulon 3? Cure tourists of the Klingon Crud?" You wanted to help people, to keep them alive, and you did. You saved Crewman Dedeka, and it wasn't your fault she was killed when the hull was breached. You saved others. Stop whining... you did good. 

 

With a slight nod to herself and a large bite of her sandwich, Robin determined to say no more on the matter. Whether she stayed on the Artemis or not she was determined to make friends, and Eli seemed like a good start. 

 
A rather handsome brown-haired Security Midshipman approached them. “I’m very sorry to interrupt," he said before pulling Eli into a huge hug.  “Aww, it is so good to see you Eli, Sorry again to interrupt you both. I don’t think we’ve met. Nathan Ramius.” He held out his hand to the young nurse, who gave him a friendly smile and shook it with a slight awkwardness. 
 
I really need to work on my social skills. 
 
"I'm Robin Mayfair. I'm a nurse, on temporary assignment to the Artemis I guess, unless they decide to keep me. Nice to meet you, Nathan." 
 
Still starving and determined not to let conversation get in the way of food, the small purple-haired Midshipman took one of the odd Andorian vegetables off her plate, dipped it in the dressing, and popped it in her mouth. Ugh. It was... minty. She chuckled. 
 
"I think I've found the first veggie in the universe that doesn't go with ranch dressing," she said with a smile. 
 
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#23 Cdr Sothrick

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Posted Star Date 22003.14 @ 02:31 (02:31 AM)

Sothrick had taken his time making his way to the event that the crew of the Artemis had set up. During all that had happened Sothrick was initially separated from his wife. After some time they finally were reunited and now shared a room but she was exhausted and he did not blame her.

 

It took some time before she had made her way to their assigned quarters. When they were finally together he held her tightly for several moments. They actually stood in the middle of the room in silence both outloud and even their typical internal conversation.

 

At first he was not going to leave her side but he felt he needed to make an appearance to the event and she agreed but wished to stay behind.

 

It was said that he was not to wear uniform but for him that was an oddity as he rarely was out of uniform. Shiarra managed to find a all black Vulcan tunic that was typical of Sothrick and he reluctantly donned it in preparation for the wake.

 

As he made his way from his quarters in silence he thought about all that had happened. His thoughts had turned to his father as he had not heard any reports on his whereabouts. He did know that he managed to evacuate from Pioneer but really nothing after that.

 

Briefly hit thoughts also went to T'Kol and Phoenix on the Sheridan. He remembered seeing it adrift and that was all he knew of it. He had not heard reports of his friends aboard his old ship.

 

Finally he found his way to the room set aside for this wake. There was many people but he managed to see through the somber crowd a few faces he recognized. Onyx, Velaul, Toreen and the Captain.

 

Velaul was off at the bar but the others had grouped together and so Sothrick made his way to this group first.

This type of thing was not logical for him but he understood the tradition of it especially among the terrans.

"Captain." Sothrick spoke as softly as he could however his deep voice still boomed out. "Doctor, Chief" he said nodding to Toreen and Onyx as he closed the gap.

 

He let his greeting hang there as he stepped up as he looked at each of them.

 

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#24 Capt Jennifer Braggins

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Posted Star Date 22003.14 @ 19:04 (07:04 PM)

 
"I know you got my message about this, even if you refused to answer! I'm willing to up my offer to three bottles but I'm not going past that! I know you probably don't want to deal with this but it's a show of respect and it's really important that you be there. So... please?”

Jenny lay on her bed staring at the ceiling while Cera spoke, not moving from where she lay and not moving her eyes from the hole she was boring into the ceiling.

Over the last week, Jenny had retreated further and further into herself while writing letters of condolence for the Escort crews and Attack Fighter pilots; she still showed up for duty shifts and still met with the remaining senior officers when required, but no longer stopped by the crew lounge, nor visited the Holodecks or the other social areas of the ship. She’d also not slept since the Borg had escaped, and her normally-ravenous appetite had dwindled to nearly nothing - something that was becoming more obvious whenever she looked in the mirror and saw how pale and gaunt she was already beginning to look, with dark bags under dull eyes that no longer sparkled with mischief or any other expression.

“And you can't use Raiju being lonely as an excuse this time..."

Jenny sighed deeply; Cera wasn’t one to be told no, and in Jenny’s state the resulting argument would probably involve one of them shooting the other to prove their point. With another heavy sigh, Jenny rolled out of bed and ran a hand through her hair.

“Alright, alright. But three bottles and you help with wedding planning when we get back to Pioneer!”

It wasn’t a fair request to make of her, especially since Jenny knew that the Betazoid would do it for free anyway. But then again, after this, who knew if Bryan would even want a “proper” ceremony; it was for their families more than anyone else, and they’d agreed it was needed when she had called him hours after the battle to reassure him that she and Tyra were alive. But given the press coverage, and the broken nose she’d given one reporter, he might decide to put such a public event off.

Or realise his mistake...

After a brush through her hair and pulling it back into a loose ponytail, Jenny discarded what was left of her uniform and pulled on the easiest clothes she could find; in this case faded grey combats and a plain black hoodie. Fleece-lined leather jacket with a snarling wolf motif on the back completes the ensemble, before a pair of comfortable combat boots went on over her socks.

Checking herself in the mirror, Jenny grimaced at how tired she looked but there was little time for makeup and she wasn’t particularly in the mood anyway. Adjusting her clothes so the hood fell over the collar of her jacket and her hair did likewise, Jenny stepped out of her bedroom.

“The invite just said ‘no uniforms’, I assume this passes muster?”
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Posted Star Date 22003.15 @ 05:27 (05:27 AM)

"When I was a cub we lost a few of our kin in a battle," the voice of Onyx spoke. "We were woken up before first light, my brothers and my sisters and I, and we went to the clan hall to gather ourselves. I was not old enough to partake, but the others would go out and hunt one beast for every individual killed within our clan. The clan Huntmaster would offer prayers that the prey would be as worthy, noble, and mighty as those who fell. The widows had the honor of the final blow."
 
"We would then gather outside and make a huge fire pit to cook the beasts over, it took all day let me tell you, and the smells that came off of the meat as the herbs and oils made their way through the meat filled the whole area. By nightfall the meat would be ready and us cubs would sit down close while the Hunters stood. The Huntmaster would take the fallen's knife, ideally the original one, and hand it to the oldest child. Said child had the honor of making the first cut with the blade.  The fathers and mothers of the fallen would have the honor of cutting up the meat while kin would step forward and tell stories of the fallen. The larger clans would take hours to go through one individual, a small clan like mine could get through it quickly."
 
Jason listened intently as the Mirak regaled them with the story. It was nice for Onyx to open up some. Jason wondered what brought the change on, but, as the old Earth saying went, didn't look a gift horse in the mouth.
 
"Once everyone was full, there would be a final petition to the spirits to welcome the fallen to the hunt. The remaining food would be distributed to the clan evenly, and we would all head home from there.
 
"An open fire, clear starlit skies, fresh meat, fresh berries, and good stories among a clan. No offense to our hosts, but I'd rather be there then here." Jason took his words into consideration. It sounded like a powerful tradition.
 
"That sounds like an amazing tradition, Mr. Krylixson," he replied. "I don't know how your society views non-Mirak participating in such an event, or if a Holodeck simulation would suffice, but, if you'd like and deem it acceptable, I can set something up like that for you."
 
At that time, two more of his crew had arrived. First, Velaul, who made a statement that made Jason smile.
 
“Earthlings and their root-beer. One smell I won’t miss from Earth.” She said in what Jason could only assume was a joke. “Looks like the start of a good time, and by the looks of this lot we all need it. I should give my regards to the host, who ever that might be.”
 
"Knowing Tyra and Jenny, er, Captain Crawford and Commander Braggins like I do," Jason replied to his Science Chief, "they would probably rather skip this event. However, if Cera, that's Lieutenant Morgan, had her way, she set this shindig up, and I'm sure both the CO and FO will show up shortly."
 
The next to arrive had been Jason's First Officer, Sothrick. Jason allowed himself to momentarily allow his brow to furrow. He had received an unconfirmed report in regards to Sothrick, but, until he confirmed it's authenticity, would let the subject lie until the appropriate time.
 
Sothrick merely addressed them each. Jason nodded to the Hybrid, before letting out a sigh.
 
"Losing a ship is a terrible feeling," Jason said, very somberly, allowing his shell to crack just a bit. "The Ticonderoga was the first ship I lost, back when I was it's Chief Tactical Officer. I lost the Avenger when I was it's First Officer. Luckily, no one was aboard when it was destroyed. And now the Ozaki, as a Commanding Officer." He chuckled sadly. "Remind me never to accept a Group or Fleet Commander's post. It never gets easier. And I hope it's something no one ever has to go through. Or, if they have, something they don't have to go through again. You are all fine Officers. Fine leaders. And I am proud to have served with you on the Ozaki. I hope all of you will join me on the next ship...if they don't demote me and put me on janitor duty. But, we will have to wait and see."
 
He let his words hang in the air for anyone to respond to.
 
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Posted Star Date 22003.15 @ 09:07 (09:07 AM)

Oddly enough, it was Onyx that started to open up after Simmons told her to vent. She glanced at him out the corner of her eye, eyebrows drawn down just slightly. She’d never heard him talk about his past, never heard him talk about himself. There were a few people on board like that, now – Jensen was quite similar, quite private. Gone were the days of loud-and-proud Blue and emotionally available Pond. It was almost nice to hear him talk about himself.

 

The Captain got caught up in a conversation with Velaul, and Vari reached across and – after a second of hesitation – gave Onyx’s forearm a squeeze. “When I was little, my grandmother died. She pretty much raised me. I found her, and it was-” her voice almost broke, but she composed herself again. “-it was hard. Normally on Earth, we’d have a funeral. All very serious and miserable. Lots of crying. But my grandmother didn’t want us all crying. So, instead, we had to turn up to the funeral wearing our brightest colours and share nice stories, and it was… easier, then. Misery didn’t solve anything.”

 

She paused and shifted, giving his arm another squeeze before folding her arms over her chest again. “Your traditions sound lovely. I admit, I don’t know much about your people. Then again, if I tried to learn, my father would likely throw a fit. He doesn’t seem to quite understand that being half Orion has been the bane of my existence since I was small. He thinks I should be proud of my heritage. Any time I mention another species, he gets all confused about why. Orions are very insular like that.”

 

She snorted at the thought, tinged with bitterness. Her father always had been a little clueless about the troubles she’d faced. She understood that her parents had been young and foolish when they decided babies sounded like a fun idea, but she didn’t know why he’d thought letting her mother go back to an isolated island when they left each other was a good plan. Clearly, he had no idea what people said about Orions on Earth.

 

Is it true you lot can get any man to do what you say? How do I know you’re not mind controlling me, or my friends?

 

When Jason addressed them all, she briefly raised her glass in the air then took a sip. There wasn’t much more she could say. “Proud to serve with you all,” she told them all. “And… I know I’m not the friendliest of people, but I think I’d like to try, in future. Whatever it brings. And Cap? If they put you on janitor duty, I’ll personally kidnap you, commit a mutiny against my next Capitan, and force you to join us as space pirates.”

 

She paused a moment. “I hear Orions are good at that.”

 

It was perhaps the first time she’d mentioned her heritage jokingly in her whole life, and there was certainly an edge to it, but it wasn’t entirely bitter.

 

Then, the woman from earlier appeared, and she was… being friendly. Vari raised an eyebrow. She was beautiful, of course, anyone could see that. Lots of piercings that only seemed to accentuate her face, and perhaps five years ago before… everything, she would have tried to flirt. Despite the fact she was pretty terrible at that.

 

Don’t think of Sebok, don’t think of Sebok.

 

Of course, there was the fact that she longed for that sort of thing again. But there weren’t many single people around her, and those she met on the Ozaki… well, she hadn’t really thought about it, really. She’d been taken. She wasn’t any more, and she’d been heartbroken at first and… nope. She wasn’t even going to start thinking of her crewmates as potential romantic partners.

 

Hey there. I decided that you needed to know me. So I brought myself over here, I know.. I know you feel touched. It's fine, I get that a lot. Welcome to my inner circle. I'm Kit Frost, Tactical badass and resident of the USS Artemis.”

 

Shaking the other woman’s hand, a half-smile made its’ way onto Vari’s face. She could play. She returned the handshake and then assessed her carefully, hazel eyes curious.

 

I don’t know, my mum always told me not to talk to strangers,” she retorted, though it was clear it was a joke – she was a thirty-something year old woman, not a child. She nodded a little awkwardly. “I’m Vari Toreen. CMO of the Ozaki, such as it is. This is Onyx Krilyxson, Chief Engineer, Captain Jason Simmons, Commander Beno Velaul and Commander Sothrick.”

 

Saying that Captain’s first name. Weird.

 

She let one leg bend and lean against the bar behind her, tapping a finger on her arm and noting the woman’s black eyes. Betazoid. Her lips twitched again.

 

I’m assuming you felt my distress, then. Apologies. I understand I do tend to project a little, despite the fact I’m about as psi-sensitive as your average rock,” she worried her lip between her teeth, before doctor mode snapped into place. “How are you doing after the mental attack during the battle?”

 

Dear God. I need help making friends. Professional questions during a friendly meeting?

 

She could almost hear Arya rolling her eyes from across space.

 

Sorry. Habit.”

 

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Posted Star Date 22003.15 @ 15:22 (03:22 PM)

"That sounds like an amazing tradition, Mr. Krylixson,"

Onyx shifted his glance to the Captain, a little surprised that he spoke more in those minutes than he speaks in a week.

"I don't know how your society views non-Mirak participating in such an event, or if a Holodeck simulation would suffice, but, if you'd like and deem it acceptable, I can set something up like that for you."

Onyx gave pause. Such an event is usually reserved for those of Onyx's own kind. However, part of him suspected that the Captain might need something to cope with the loss of his ship.

"Perhaps. Although, since you are the Ozaki's widow in a sense, you would have to make the final blow and chose your favorite to make the first cut."

As Onyx spoke those words, Velaul came to the scene.

“Earthlings and their root-beer. One smell I won’t miss from Earth.”

Onyx grinned as he doubted a Trill's nose was as sensitive as other feline species.

“Looks like the start of a good time, and by the looks of this lot we all need it. I should give my regards to the host, whoever that might be.”

Onyx looked back and found another ginger ale waiting for him. What he also found was a hand on his forearm. Looking down, he saw the small hand grip him, and he followed the hand to the one who owned it.

“When I was little, my grandmother died. She pretty much raised me. I found her, and it was-”

Her voice breaking did not escape his ears, and he suspected that what she was saying was something that ran deep.

“-it was hard. Normally on Earth, we’d have a funeral. All very serious and miserable. Lots of crying. But my grandmother didn’t want us all crying. So, instead, we had to turn up to the funeral wearing our brightest colours and share nice stories, and it was… easier, then. Misery didn’t solve anything.”

He stayed quiet as she let go of him, and he did his best not to read into her actions more than that of two individuals who survived some rough business.

“Your traditions sound lovely. I admit, I don’t know much about your people. Then again, if I tried to learn, my father would likely throw a fit. He doesn’t seem to quite understand that being half Orion has been the bane of my existence since I was small. He thinks I should be proud of my heritage. Any time I mention another species, he gets all confused about why. Orions are very insular like that.”

Onyx nodded his head and thought that he just might take Simmons up on his offer was a little more enticing. At that time Sotherick was coming up, and Onyx returned the greeting with a simple,

"Commander."

Just then...

"Losing a ship is a terrible feeling, "

Onyx looked at the Captain, and he got some insight into his commanding officer..

"The Ticonderoga was the first ship I lost, back when I was it's Chief Tactical Officer. I lost the Avenger when I was it's First Officer. Luckily, no one was aboard when it was destroyed. And now the Ozaki, as a Commanding Officer."

Onyx could only imagine.

"Remind me never to accept a Group or Fleet Commander's post. It never gets easier. And I hope it's something no one ever has to go through. Or, if they have, something they don't have to go through again. You are all fine Officers. Fine leaders. And I am proud to have served with you on the Ozaki. I hope all of you will join me on the next ship...if they don't demote me and put me on janitor duty. But, we will have to wait and see."

Onyx grinned at the prospect. Who knows, the powers that be just might send the young Mirak home.

“Proud to serve with you all. And… I know I’m not the friendliest of people, but I think I’d like to try, in future. Whatever it brings. And Cap? If they put you on janitor duty, I’ll personally kidnap you, commit a mutiny against my next Capitan, and force you to join us as space pirates.

I hear Orions are good at that.”

Onyx raised his brows in surprise as he heard her talk about her race in some dark comedy. He grinned as he took another sip. He was beginning to like her. Those thoughts stayed put as another woman who he had never met before introduced herself to Toreen, who, in turn, introduced this woman to the crew.

“How are you doing after the mental attack during the battle?”

Onyx could not believe that she asked that question. He understood, though. It is hard to turn that Hunter instinct off, and Onyx, true to form, closed up and returned to his drink.

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Posted Star Date 22003.15 @ 18:03 (06:03 PM)

Peter had dressed up in a clean uniform, as he entered the lounge with mixed feelings. He didn't feel right celebrating after what had gone down.
Yes, it had been a victory. And a necessary one. But also very much a pyrrhic one. The loss of so many ships and crew, not least of which was the Enterprise, the flagship and pride of the Fleet, was something to be mourned. Part of him felt as if by going to a "party", he'd be dancing on the graves of the dead, and laughing at the memories of their sacrifice. Not to mention the fact that he still often saw Ninestein's face when he closed his eyes.
Having had to shoot the Borg drones didn't bother him one bit. That had been target practise. But having to turn his weapon on someone who'd a few seconds before been a fellow officer, and painting the wall behind them with brains had been.....tough, to say the least.

And yet another part of him told him that life was for the living, and that surviving the worst and most destructive encounter with the Borg since Wolf 359, was definitely something to celebrate, that he had done what he had to do to protect everyone else, and that while it was awful, he had nothing to blame himself for regarding Ninestein's death. The man had been dead for all intents and purposes the moment he'd peered over that edge.

While the physical effects of the experience of the nanites attempting to turn him Borg as well, had indeed gone completely after his trip to Sickbay aboard the Magellan, the psychological effects of having come so close to such an atrocious fate, would likely linger for quite a while.

 

He spotted Midshipman Ramius as he headed towards the bar, and gave him a smile and a nod. At first during the mission, he'd been annoyed with the younger officer for, in his eyes, being a little bit too up front about his true feelings about what was going on, but he'd come to respect the man during the course of the excursion.

And besides: Anyone who would claim to be completely relaxed and business-as-usual while on a Borg ship, was either a liar or an idiot.

 

Peter did spot some friendly and familiar faces soon, however, as he headed back from the bar after having ordered a large glass of beer, but he didn't intrude on the conversation, and merely stood in his shipmates' presence. He couldn't help but smile. The comradeship of having gone through something akin to hell on Earth together, bound people together in a way that was quite difficult to explain, but true nonetheless.

 

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#29 LT (JG) Julia Troy

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Posted Star Date 22003.15 @ 19:26 (07:26 PM)

Julia walked in and up to the bar to order a soothing chocolate ice Martini before going to a table in the corner. She sighed in relief of getting off of her feet. She did notice that there were other crew members from the ozaki. Julia kept quiet the whole time she was there.

 

It was time to relax after all the work I did so far. I hope that no one would know what goes through my mind right now. Hope that I don't start thinking about my younger sister especially when I'm here to relax and party. It's a good size of a party. Julia thought to herself while working on her chocolate ice Martini.

 

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#30 Lt (JG) Nathan Ramius {Coleman}

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Posted Star Date 22003.15 @ 23:03 (11:03 PM)

Getting enveloped by Eliana’s arms, and feeling her reciprocate the hug, instantly made Nathan feel better. Despite everything that the young man had gone through in his short time aboard the Gettysburg and the Artemis, she had been one of the pillars of support he could count on… despite him mucking things up right off the start. Ramius closed his eyes for a moment as he listened to her; the tone and pitch of her voice as welcoming as the hug. He had missed her. A lot. Moreover, he was glad that she was safe and unharmed by the madness that had happened. There was so much to say to her. So much to talk about. Some of it though, would likely get a little too deep for the public setting they were currently in.

 

Once the embrace broke, and he had time to collect the thoughts and emotions going through his brain, that is when Nathan introduced himself to the other guest,

 

"I'm Robin Mayfair,” she started with a smile, though the handshake seemed off, “I'm a nurse, on temporary assignment to the Artemis I guess, unless they decide to keep me. Nice to meet you, Nathan."

 

“Temporary assignment? I doubt that,” Nathan started to say, and they released hands. It seemed that Mayfair was quite hungry because, as he continued to speak, she dove back into the veggies on her plate. A slight grumble from his own stomach reminded him that he was hungry too.

 

“Once you fall into the gravity-well of this crew, there isn’t really an escape,” Nathan chuckled lightly, while winking at Eli, “but yes. Well met Robin.”

 

When the nurse had taken a bite of the dressing covered veggie, it was obvious from the small reactions in her face that it wasn’t at all what she thought it would taste like. Despite that, Robin gave a chuckle and a smile,

 

"I think I've found the first veggie in the universe that doesn't go with ranch dressing.”

 

With that, Nathan laughed, surprising himself with his own reaction. The levity was welcome, especially considering the circumstances in which they all met. In order to stifle his reaction slightly, Ramius took a sip of his drink, though he paused in order to let another little chuckle out.

 

This is nice. See? There was nothing to worry about coming out to this Nathan. In fact, if anything, we needed this. Wait. We? Whatever. Either way, this is good.

 

“What was it that you dipped in the ranch?” Nathan asked politely, eyeing up whatever vegetable Robin had tasted, “that way I can avoid whatever hellish flavor profile that assaulted your poor tastebuds.”

The security officer smiled broadly, letting out another chortle before taking one more sip of his drink. In his mind, Nathan had to remind himself to pace out how much he was having. This wasn’t a drinking session with Ben, where he could say pretty much whatever he wanted, and his best friend would laugh or tell him to go to bed. No, this social setting required tact. And while Nathan once thought himself quite tactful, past events unfolded that had him question that assertion...

 

My first mission. Then Bishavrath. The Christmas party. Oh please, do go on brain… list out every single one of my failur…

 

Nathan’s internal monologue stopped when he caught some movement by the doorway to the Crew Lounge. It was instinct to snap a quick look, wanting to know who… or even what… was coming through the doors. When he saw who it was, it brought a giant smile onto Ramius’ face.

 

Yes! He pulled through! Looks good for someone who was half-assimilated not too long ago. In fact, couldn’t even tell… though I guess not all wounds show either…

 

“On that note,” Ramius finally spoke, obviously distracted, “I too am quite hungry.”

 

Turning back to face Eliana and Robin, he gave them a smile, but there was something in his eyes that showed an emotion that bordered on a mixture of worried-relief.

 

“So, if you’ll both excuse me, I’m going to fix up a plate for myself. I’ll double back around to check on you two in a bit.”

 

Turning heel, Ramius’ first steps did carry him towards the buffet line. But every step taken veered more and more off course toward the growing gathering of who Nathan assumed were Ozaki crew; specifically, because that is where Jensen had meandered over to first. That, and he didn’t see many of the Magellan crew whom he had met just after getting picked up post-Megasphere shenanigans.

 

It’s early. Hell, even Tyra and Jenny haven’t made it down here yet. Nor Ben… if Ben or Jenny even grace us with their presence that is…

 

Pulling up beside Jensen, Nathan nodded with a playful smirk on his face, moving his drink from left hand to right in anticipation of a handshake,

 

“Lieutenant Jensen. You look good sir,” Ramius started with a formal tone, but his body language said anything but official.

 

Nathan extended a hand toward Peter, and if it was accepted, he’d pulled the other man into combination handshake and one-armed hug.

 

“I’m glad that you are okay, and you look great, considering… it all,” Nathan wasn’t sure exactly how to phrase everything that he was thinking and feeling. He didn’t want to bring up the fact that Peter had nearly been assimilated, even if it was a fact the other officer probably knew and felt all-too-well. It wasn’t appropriate, and even Ramius knew that.

 

“If you ever need anything; even just to chat or whatever, let me know. Whenever too. Not just now, but months down the line even. What we went through together… it isn’t the kind of share experience you’d hope for when first meeting someone,” there was a slight, uncomfortable chuckle that escaped Nathan just then,

 

“...but we went through it together all the same. If you ever need support, just say so.”

 

 

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#31 Capt Tyra Crawford

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Posted Star Date 22003.16 @ 03:13 (03:13 AM)

== Lieutenant Cera Morgan ==

It hadn't taken much effort to figure out where Jenny was. By the time the other woman had answered, Cera was standing in the doorway of the bedroom, well aware that her current position increased her chances of getting more of an eyeful than she wanted as Jenny wasn't always the most modest of individuals. However, standing in the living room had increased the odds of this turning into an old fashion stand off and Cera neither had the time nor energy for that sort of fiasco.

“Alright, alright. But three bottles and you help with wedding planning when we get back to Pioneer!”

Cera smiled, just a hint of uncharacteristic sarcasm creeping into the expression. "You drive such a hard bargain buuuuuut deal. I mean it's not like planning weddings are a passion of mine or anything...."

The blonde Betazoid had only remained in the door way long enough to see Jenny slowly making her way towards the bathroom, every movement seeming heavy and energy consuming. She didn't like how much this was weighing on Jenny; yes, it was weighing on everyone, the command staffs more than others, but Jenny had always taken things like this exceptionally hard. She didn't know how many times Tyra had been forced to talk Jenny off a ledge of knee jerk reaction and Cera could only hope this wouldn't be another case of that. She could only hope that tonight would offer a needed distraction but that would require Jenny to allow it to distract her, instead of just sulking in the presence of others.

I would call the odds 75 -25 in favor of her just being sully company all night... she thought with a sigh as she moved back into the living room. She could trust that Tyra, though maybe not entirely pleased with having company, would put on her best Southern charm and at least, make her crew and the other attendees believe she wanted to be there but Jenny... Jenny was an entirely different story. Sure, Cera could probably do some digging to figure out the exact odds based on Jenny's emotions but that just wasn't fair. She tried not to pry when it came to her friends, at least not until it was entirely necessary.

“The invite just said ‘no uniforms’, I assume this passes muster?”

Cera was standing at the view port when Jenny's voice broke the silence. The blonde made a slight grimace as she turned around, almost expecting a gray sweat pant and sweatshirt combo, but being actually fairly surprised that Jenny, while staying in the comfort range, hadn't gone entirely shabby. Yes, in an ideal world, Cera would prefer the first officer of her ship to be a little better dressed but beggars couldn't be choosers in this case, not if she didn't want this to turn into a shoot out.

"You have exceeded my expectations.... which is kinda sad but not surprising. If I let you two, you'd live in fatigues and Tyra would live in old band t-shirts so it's always an uphill battle," she said as she crossed the room to intercept Jenny before she could decide to stall or counter bribe Cera. She grabbed the small brunette's arm and practically marched her out of her quarters and towards the turbolift.

== Captain Tyra Crawford ==

On some ships, it might have been a little unusual for the captain to be loitering near the turbolift in civilian clothes but on the Artemis and its predecessor, it hadn't been a strange sight at all. It was common knowledge that Tyra wasn't one for wearing her uniform unless duty required it nor was she one to isolate herself from her crew, despite recent feelings that it might make certain aspects of command easier. In fact, neither of the crewman that had passed her coming out turbolift had even batted an eye at the redhead leaning with her shoulder blades against the bulkhead, wearing a pair of slim dark jeans tucked into dark brown boots and a green v-neck t-shirt with the logo hidden under her tan leather jacket. They'd smiled at her, one murmuring a shy greeting before continuing on whatever mission they were currently tasked with.

She was just reaching the point where she was worried that Cera might need back up when the blonde force of nature herself came around the corner with Jenny in tow. She'd made Jenny eat breakfast with her the morning before, not missing how gaunt her friend had looked and how little she had eaten, and unfortunately, she didn't think Jenny had made any improvements. And just as unfortunately, she didn't expect tonight would help her any but she also didn't feel that moping in her quarters was going to do her any good either. They were at that uneasy point where only really time and distance would help, assuming it ever did.

"Oh good. I thought my date was standing me up," she offered with a smile and a wink as she motioned towards the turbolift.

She was surprised when Cera entered the turbolift with them but then, she remembered what Cera had said about needing to do "recruitment rounds", which was confirmed when Cera set her destination as Deck 10. Tyra had a suspicion that Cera was headed for either Shadow or Dawson and Tyra knew that the latter wasn't going to be effective. However, Shadow seemed to have a soft spot for Cera so there was a chance that Cera could be successful there and with how hard it seemed he was taking the situation in engineering, she hoped he agreed. She almost said as much when the turbolift stopped and Cera went bounding out but she managed to practice some self control. The blonde was trying to support the crew as best she could and she didn't need Tyra needling her over whatever it was she had with the engineer.

When the lift stopped, Tyra didn't immediately shift towards the doors in preparation for them opening. Instead, she looked at Jenny, reaching out to squeezing what amounted to her sister's shoulder. "Thank you -- for coming with me to this circus and for everything else. I wouldn't want anyone else having my back out here, you know that," she said seriously before a slight smile escape. "Speaking of having backs, I'm re-initiating our rescue agreement from the last shindig. Same signal so if you need me to save you from an unbearably talkative ******* before you shoot them, you know what to do. Now, let's go this over with..." she said, giving Jenny's shoulder one more squeeze before she stepped out of the lift.

While she made sure Jenny actually got off the turbolift with her, she didn't force the brunette into the room. In her years with Jenny, she'd found that Jenny was sometimes like a child in that it was just easier and more successful to let her do things when she was ready and that meant that, if Jenny needed to stand outside those doors for the next five minutes working up her courage or her tolerance, that was fine. If she wasn't inside by the time Tyra had gotten a drink and had wrapped up her first conversations, she'd go check on her but Jenny didn't like coddling, even if it was needed sometimes.

I probably should have made sure she didn't bring a weapon... she thought as she stepped inside.

The room was pleasantly filled with faces both familiar and unknown when she stepped in. Eliana, Nathan and an unknown young woman were standing together speaking. There was a Gorn of all things speaking to Frost and Coleman, which led her to wondering if Starfleet was just letting anyone in these days. Jason and Aitrus were at opposite ends of the bar with the former being surrounded by a group that must have been members of his crew. She smiled at both and made a mental note to make sure to catch both men before they left. However, first, she needed a drink in hand and then, to check on her own sheep before venturing out to check with her fellow shepherds and their flocks

There was a flicker of disappointment as she approached the bar and remembered that it wouldn't be the ever charming Orrin manning the bar. However, the young support officer that had taken to filling Orrin's large shoes was cover the duties with a proficiency and efficiency that suggested the young man had been a bartender in another life. The young man must have seen her coming because she had barely stepped up to the bar and hadn't even opened her mouth to begin ordering before the young man set one shot glass in front of her, which was fallowed by a tumbler a few moments later. He did it with all the confidence of someone that knew exactly what was wanted, just like Orrin had done on numerous occassions.

Tyra picked up the shot glass, not needing to smell the contents to know it was either whiskey or bourbon. Her eyebrow was arched slightly as her lips curved into a smile. It didn't quite reach her eyes but it must have seemed genuine enough. "Orrin left a guide on my drinking habits, I take it?" The words were no sooner out of her mouth before she was throwing the shot back, the smoothness of the liquid mixed with the smokiness giving her a good idea of what bourbon the young man had given her. There was no wince or cough at the burn of the liquid going down, likely because she had built up a tolerance to that particular aspect of her preferred liquors. Or maybe, Elias' gin had just permanently killed all the nerves in her throat.

The young man grinned at her as he began to mix the next drink. "I can neither confirm nor deny but drink up, boss."

As she stepped away from the bar, she took a sip of the provided drink, an Old Fashioned. A little light on bitters but not bad... she mused as she took another sip, her blue eyes surveying the gathering for somewhere to start.

The logical choice was with the larger cluster of her recognizable officers so she wound her way towards where she had seen Eli and Nathan only a few minutes before, though by the time she reached the area Nathan had migrated towards what she suspected was another security officer if her judgment of mannerisms was still on point. At some point, she needed to catch the young man and make sure that he was doing alright since they had only spoken for a few moments since his return back to the ship and it had hardly been an in depth or personal conversation. However, that could wait.

"Eli, it's good to see you," she greeted the fellow mother with a warm smile. It wasn't quite the full blown smile she normally wielded but it was what she could manage for this event. "I hear you helped keep order in Sickbay -- good work. We all know how unruly the patients can be," she said with a wink, taking a jab at her own reputation as a horrible patient.

There was only a moment's hesitation before her blue eyes swung from Eli to the woman with her. She didn't recognize the woman, which wasn't unusual with four crews combined together and she suspected that she would definitely recall having met an officer of her own with purple hair and eyes, eyes that were a little too similar to Jenny's for her own comfort. No, they weren't the same shade of purple, with Jenny's being a darker color, but the similarity was unnerving. As much as she loved Jenny, she was never entirely comfortable seeing similarities in others, always wondering if things weren't quite as they seemed.

However, she pushed that aside, the thought process never showing on her face in the microseconds of study, and offered a warm smile. "Hey there. Tyra Crawford with the Artemis," she said greeted, offering her hand in a strong handshake.

== Tag Eli and Robin... and of course, Jenny! ==

Edited by Capt Tyra Crawford, Star Date 22003.16 @ 04:42 (04:42 AM).

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#32 Cdr Velaul

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Posted Star Date 22003.16 @ 05:51 (05:51 AM)

Hearing Jason about losing, she couldn’t agree more. “Losing the first ship the only man I have ever loved, both in the same day. The first year I put on this uniform was by far the worst. As it turns out I was requested by name to the Ozaki, the best place for me.” She attempted to keep her mood light, and in this was a great experience for everyone. The crew really pulled together, and won the day. The memories of her joining the ship as a Midshipmen made her smile, her potential was limited only by her imagination and that had no limitations.

“Don’t worry too much, as Captain of the new ship. I will see too it that you get the finest quality mop, purchased from the most honest of Ferengi.” It was a good joke that made her chuckle a little. She definitely enjoyed hearing great facts about another way of life. “Looks like we we can revise some old traditions.” It was something that definitely peaked her interest, after all she managed to do so much while on Earth. Had the best time possible, and in the process bent a few rules. The only one left from those days, and she was in the same room. It was a fact that made Beno happy, Carley definitely was that one person she cared about most. Something that just expanded as time went on, the crew of the Ozaki she started to grow on her and cared for each one of them equally.

==Carley Young==

Breaking away from most people, she seen the one person who stood out. Lieutenant Jensen who seemed not to be able to follow directions. It only took a few seconds to join him at the bar. “Lieutenant Sir Uniforms are strictly taboo here today.” She said playfully, and it was the first time in a while for that. She spent a lot of time training in the last days of the Ozaki, and now is a lot better than she started.

Ordering a screwdriver and raised her glass. “Cheers Lieutenant. To the uncertainty that we call the future.” She was never good at that, but never stopped trying. It was something that Beno loved best about her, and what really made them get along so well. Now here she was with the crew of a few destroyed ships, and their legacy will continue.

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#33 Lt. Peter Jensen

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Posted Star Date 22003.16 @ 09:02 (09:02 AM)

Peter smiled and accepted the handshake readily, which he returned firmly and cordially. He was less enthusiastic about the hug, though, but he tolerated it.

 

"Thank you", he said. "I have to admit that it was touch-and-go for a while there. Standing on that transporter pad and not knowing if by some twisted sense of irony I would lose the fight then and there....", he trailed off before he shook his head and smiled again. "All's well that ends well", I guess", he said. "But thank you", he continued in a more serious tone as response to Ramius' offer. He knew that previous generations of soldiers would have scoffed at the notion, but thankfully, more enlightened times had realized that having someone to unwind with was crucial.
He wasn't going to take him up on the offer, though. He didn't know him nearly well enough for that, and if he had to "share his feelings" with someone he didn't know, it'd be a counsellor.

 

"It's going to be strange to change ships", he mused to himself primarily, but not exclusively. "Part of me looks forward to it, and part of me is worried what the brass will hand us", he chuckled. "We shall see.", he concluded before he looked at Ramius:

"How did the Artemis fare?", he asked in a lower voice as he looked at the younger man. "And how are you holding up?"

This kind of informality with someone he didn't know that well was really quite unlike Peter, but he knew he needed to get better at socializing, and since this was an informal occasion, rank meant less than it normally did.


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#34 Lt Eliana McKenna

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Posted Star Date 22003.16 @ 09:49 (09:49 AM)

When Robin thanked Eli and appreciated her advice, the security officer smiled as she answered the other woman. " Anytime Robin, that's what I'm here for" she replied softly, before Robin then returned Nathan's introduction. Despite everything that had happened, it felt good to be surrounded by friends, both familiar and new.
Even the long lasting hug from Nathan, had added to the appreciation of being here and Eli looked forward to catching up with Nathan properly.
 
As talk turned to Robin's response of this being a temporary assignment, Eli did have to agree with Nathan's comment about not being able to escape, once you were a part of this crew, not that she would want to be anywhere else. " Yep pretty much" she said, before the conversation continued and Robin, had a not so nice experience with an odd looking vegetable and how it didn't go with ranch dressing.
 
It was Nathan who spoke first, when he asked more about the vegetable, so he could avoid it and Eli made a mental note to do the same, especially with ranch dressing, which was a favourite of hers. " Good idea as you don't want it to spoil the experience of ranch" she quipped, before Nathan excused himself to go get food and promised to double back and check on them again.
 
" Enjoy and see you later".
 
Eli understood, that there was a lot of people to meet and speak too, but for now, she took a large sip of her drink, thinking that after another one or two of these, that food wouldn't be such a bad idea. 
 
Her and Robin weren't on their own for long, before the Captain approached and greeted Eli first. It was good to see Tyra, as she hadn't really seen much of those on the Bridge, since their briefing about the mission and as CO's went, Eli had definitely hit the jackpot in getting Tyra Crawford as hers. Eli hadn't forgotten her advice about William or what she had learned being under her command and appreciated, the comments that followed, which made her smile, especially with the added wink.
 
" It's good to see you too Captain, thank you and agreed" she added with a little humour of her own as Tyra then introduced herself to Robin.
 
== I'll let you off Nathan ;), tags to Robin & Tyra ==

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#35 LT (JG) Julia Troy

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Posted Star Date 22003.16 @ 16:02 (04:02 PM)

While Julia was sitting at a table in a long comfortable dress she looks around observing everyone without drawing attention to herself. She could feel all the emotions of happiness, grieve, and relief, but Julia kept it all in check. Even though she felt relief herself, she was still hasn't made any new friends yet.

Julia was starting to get hungry, so she got up after her drink was gone. She took her glass back up to the bar before going over to the buffet to get something to eat. Once she got to the buffet, she noticed a lot of different kinds of foods from every different Planet. Julia got a plate and started to put on some different kinds of foods, plus foods from betazed.

She didn't know how how hungry she was till she got her food and went to get her drink before going back to the table she was at. Julia never felt over whelmed by being a crowd. It only feels like the parties back home that her mother always threw for her. She started to feel lonely being by herself.

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#36 Lt (JG) Robin Mayfair

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Posted Star Date 22003.16 @ 16:08 (04:08 PM)

The Security officer released Robin's hand. “Temporary assignment? I doubt that. Once you fall into the gravity-well of this crew, there isn’t really an escape,” Nathan chuckled lightly, while winking at Eli, “but yes. Well met Robin.”
 
"Thanks, Nathan. I like this ship. Everyone here has been amazing, even despite the chaos. I wouldn't mind staying, but I guess that's up to the Captain and the First Officer." 
 
The young nurse was a bit embarrassed at her reaction as she ate the strange blue veggie. Nathan seemed to find it amusing, and Robin found she didn't mind. 
 
Stop assuming people are judging you. Jeez, this isn't the Academy. 
 
“What was it that you dipped in the ranch?” Nathan asked politely, eyeing up whatever vegetable Robin had tasted, “that way I can avoid whatever hellish flavor profile that assaulted your poor tastebuds.”
 
The nurse looked down at the others that were still sitting on her plate. "It's... it's... umm, I don't actually know. I think it's Andorian. It tastes kinda minty, almost like chewing gum combined with a tomato. Maybe it's an acquired taste?"
 
Nathan smiled and sipped his drink. “On that note,” he said, “I too am quite hungry. So, if you’ll both excuse me, I’m going to fix up a plate for myself. I’ll double back around to check on you two in a bit.” He seemed a bit distracted, and a just little awkward as well. Robin noted his reaction curiously. Maybe she wasn't the only one who found this gathering uncomfortable. Robing gave him a smile and a "seeya later" as he excused himself and headed for the buffet table, which was in the process of being refilled. Robin finished off her sandwich quickly, too quickly, reminding herself to slow down and not eat like a starving Klingon. Manners were important, and first impressions were forever. 
 
All in all, a good start. Robin one, social awkwardness zero. You got this, girl. 
 
A very attractive woman, dressed in dark jeans, brown boots and a green v-neck t-shirt under a leather jacket approached her and Lieutenant McKenna. "Eli, it's good to see you," she said with a warm smile.  "Hey there. Tyra Crawford with the Artemis," she said greeted, offering her hand in a strong handshake. 
 
You don't got this.
 
This was not what the young Midshipman was expecting. Like most Academy graduates, she had imagined her first meeting with her first commanding officer, of reporting for duty in a dignified manner on the bridge, of hopefully making a good impression. And here she was with a plate of food in one hand and hopefully no crumbs on her blouse. She took the Captain's hand, her eyes widening a bit.
 
"Oh, umm, I'm Midshipman Robin Mayfair, Captain. I'm a nurse who was assigned to the Artemis just before the fleet left Pioneer Station for the battle." 
 
The Captain was so warm and personable that Robin couldn't help but feel at least a little more at ease. She shook her hand with a decent-enough grip and smiled slightly. 
 
== Tag Eli and Tyra and anyone else who wants to join in ==

Edited by Mid Robin Mayfair, Star Date 22003.16 @ 16:10 (04:10 PM).

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#37 Lt (JG) Robin Mayfair

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Posted Star Date 22003.16 @ 16:18 (04:18 PM)

As she greeted the Captain, Robin saw a familiar face from the Academy over near the buffet, though one she didn't know very well. She grinned at Julia. 

 

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#38 LT (JG) Julia Troy

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Posted Star Date 22003.16 @ 16:30 (04:30 PM)

Julia looked up at who grinned at her and grinned back at Robin. She left the buffet, and the bar with her food and drink to go sit down with her. It wasn't unsual to run into others that she went to the academy with.

"It's nice to see you again Robin. It's been awhile since we left the academy." Julia said to Robin. But she didn't know anyone else at the table yet.

I hope that no one noticed how nervous I am at making new friends. Julia thought to herself.

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#39 Capt Jennifer Braggins

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Posted Star Date 22003.16 @ 19:26 (07:26 PM)

Jenny had smiled thinly when Cera had 'approved' of her attire, then let out a small surprised squeak when the blonde had rather forcefully grabbed her and tugged her from her quarters. Cera was deceptively strong given her impish appearance and nature, and had a way of getting what she wanted; if the rumours were true, a certain Engineer was certainly in for a treat if one or other of them got brave enough to tell the other how they felt.

"Oh good. I thought my date was standing me up,"

Jenny managed a smile, not altogether forced but also not entirely natural either. The redhead had tried her best for her new sister-in-law, but guilt still ate away at Jenny. Had the planners at Gallipoli felt this way? Probably not, they'd been Admirals and Generals and hundreds of miles from the conflict. Jeny considered the most famous tactical and strategic blunders and wondered whether their architects felt the same self-recrimination that she did; at least the leader of the doomed "Charge of the Light Brigade" had the decency to get himself killed.

"Thank you -- for coming with me to this circus and for everything else. I wouldn't want anyone else having my back out here, you know that. Speaking of having backs, I'm re-initiating our rescue agreement from the last shindig. Same signal so if you need me to save you from an unbearably talkative ******* before you shoot them, you know what to do. Now, let's go this over with..."

Jenny wasn't entirely sure what she was being thanked for, having her Captain's back was the job of a good First Officer and also, in this case, a good sister-in-law. Tyra went straight in while Jenny took a few moments to compose herself, never good in social situations in the first place, this was going to be extra awkward.

Taking a deep breath, Jenny stepped into the lounge and was immediately struck by just how wrong it seemed to not see Orrin behind the bar or nearby serving food or drinks to patrons at the table. Cera had obviously put her usual amount of thought into the gathering, Jenny decided upon seeing the flags gathered on the stage. It was a nice touch, honouring the fallen ships as well as their fallen crews. Rumour had it that new ships with those names were already being planned by Command, but who put stock in the bureaucrats with boxes surrounding their pips any more? After being forced to proceed with a third of the forces she'd requested, Jenny certainly wasn't, nor was she expecting her career to survive their wrath.

Though I'll be sure to drag one or two of them with me when I suddenly agree to an interview...

Tyra was with a group that included Eli McKenna and two women Jenny didn't know. Simmons was with a group of people she didn't know. A Gorn stood alone, which prompted a frown from Jenny but it didn't match the description of the Ozaki's Tactical Officer so she steered clear. Ramius was talking to a man who apparently hadn't read or had blatantly ignored Cera's no-uniform policy. Colso was alone by the window, and Jenny wondered what the man must be thinking given it seemed none of his crew had opted to join him.

First things first...

Approaching the bar, Jenny nodded to the bartender who most certainly was not the one the crew needed right now. Orrin had apparently briefed the young man and a large beer and a smaller glass of blue liquid appeared on the bar before her. She downed the glass of Romulan Ale, still illegal in Federation Space (which they were beyond), and felt it burn on the way down. It wasn't a particularly good vintage, Jenny estimated late-24th century at the oldest, but Jenny also knew that Orrin's truly good stash had been evacuated with him.

Placing the empty glass on the bar again, Jenny cradled the beer glass with her hands and sighed deeply; unsure whether to keep to herself or attempt to mingle, and as usual hating herself for not being the social butterfly a good First Officer needed to be at times like this...
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#40 Lt (JG) Robin Mayfair

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Posted Star Date 22003.16 @ 22:03 (10:03 PM)

"It's nice to see you again Robin. It's been awhile since we left the academy." Julia said to Robin.

 

"Hi Julia. I'll bet this wasn't the cadet cruise you'd been expecting, was it? Which ship were you on?" Robin paused, aware that her Captain was still here. "Sorry, manners. Mama always said that proper introductions were important in any social gathering." A bit of Southern twang could be heard in that last sentence. "This is Midshipman Julia Troy. We met at the Academy. Julia, this is Lieutenant Eliana McKenna, a Security officer here on the Artemis, and Captain Crawford, the Commanding Officer of the ship." 

 

== Tag Tyra, Julia, and Eli ==


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#41 Cdr Edward Gregg

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Posted Star Date 22003.16 @ 22:56 (10:56 PM)

Ed wandered into the crew lounge. It was quite like a wake and that was quite fitting. After what had happened to him on the Bridge it was a relief not to be expected in uniform. That uniform had gone in the replicator after he came off duty. He wore a navy zip up hooded top (unzipped), a tan coloured t-shirt, black trainers and black cargo trousers (it was nice to have pockets that can hold a tricorder or PADD.) .

How can a vessel have a neutronium hull? How many stars would it take? Kirk encountered one and now there are two out there. If they consume matter what do they produce?

Ed had a lot on his mind with the two Doomsday Machines currently in possession of the Borg, He hadn’t got around to requesting if the logs regarding the vessel could be declassified for research. He needed this party to take his mind off things. There were more than just the usual crewmembers there. It was quite the gathering. He didn’t know most of them. As he was making his way back from the buffet table he saw Jason Simmons talking with a number of other officers.

“I’m sure they wouldn’t hold the destruction of the Tico against you, Jason. I know I was technically in command at the time. Haven’t been demoted lower than Science Officer, but that didn’t last. Which is a minor miracle considering the last couple of missions we’ve had.

As for exploding vessels. There was that time the Tico got torn apart with all the other vessels at Star Base 157. Black holes are strange things. Then there was the Beckett during its maiden voyage. Hopefully they’ll have a ship for you and your crew when we get back.”

Ed stopped when he remembered that the Beckett, Titan, Pegasus and other vessels had been destroyed with most of their crews killed. He wouldn’t have been against loading the Pegasus with torpedoes and using it as a fireship, but the loss of a crew was something he still carried. He slept well most nights or well enough for it to qualify as sleep. He had made sure that the crew of the Gryphon were the last to be eaten by whatever he had encountered on the Pegasus.

Ed felt the need for a drink. He knew full well that alcohol was a depressant, but in moderate quantities it would easily balance out his depression. Too much and it might do more harm than good. Depression and paranoia were things he didn’t need on his mind at the moment. It was a problem. He needed to unwind just enough to feel human.
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#42 LT (JG) Julia Troy

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Posted Star Date 22003.16 @ 23:18 (11:18 PM)

"it's nice to meet you both. I'm on the Ozaki." Julia answered Robin back.

Julia started to enjoy the party a little more. Even though she doesn't talk about her past. So far nobody asked her about it yet, and she hoped that no one will.

I'm glad that there was a familiar face here at the party. At least all the food is really good and I might go back for some more. Not much longer till the crew of Ozaki will go to the new ship. Julia thought while talking to everyone at the table.

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Posted Star Date 22003.16 @ 23:36 (11:36 PM)

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Posted Star Date 22003.16 @ 23:38 (11:38 PM)

'Fashionably late' is the only way that Serran Zan wished to attend a social gathering where nobody would feel like celebrating. She hoped to slip into the room, mingle as much or little as necessary, and leave when it was polite to do so.
 
With a 'no uniform' dress code, Serran wore a subdued black trouser suit, looking smart yet casual. Her blonde hair was loose around her shoulders, freed from the more sensible ponytail when on duty.
 
The invited included the combined crews of surviving ships that had been involved in the Attack on the Borg Megasphere, and as such there were many in sombre moods as their minds dwelled on the lives lost in the battle. Serran was preoccupied with those lost under her command on the USS Magellan, mostly security officers and enlisted crew members, but also one of the science department who had volunteered to be on one of the Infiltration Teams that boarded the Borg vessel itself. 
 
While she hoped that some of her crew would be present at the gathering, for their sakes, Serran also hoped that none of them approached and asked her what their fate would be once they all reached Earth. She could reply that she just didn't know, that Command had been tight lipped about their plans for her, but that they did have plans was all she knew at this moment. She knew she would need a crew, need a First Officer, but whether that would be for an eventually repaired Magellan or more likely some other ship she didn't know.
 
One thing she was more sure of however was that she needed a drink.
 
Looking around the crowd she eventually spied the bar and made her way over. It seemed she wasn't the only one with that idea.
 
== Alrighty, tags anyone ==
 

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#45 Lt (JG) Kit Frost

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Posted Star Date 22003.17 @ 02:06 (02:06 AM)

Half-smile.

 

Kit counted it as a success. How could she not? Considering that the woman before her had almost been in tears moments ago. Right now, she was just glad to have gotten any response other than being told to get bent. Kit was not always everyone's brand of humor, but she had to admit, she enjoyed meeting people. There was something nice about being able to actually reach out to people and make connections. Expanding her world one person at a time. This person though, it wasn't so much seeking a friendship so much as it was helping to soothe a soul that had been tossed in tumult because of all the activities of late. The Borg had done a number on everyone, and she hoped that by speaking to someone else it would help bolster her positivity instead of letting her wallow in the negativity that was pushing through.

 

The woman had a bit of wit on her own, giving back that she had been told by her mother not to talk to strangers. Kit gave a wry smile. “That's why I gave you my name, not strangers any more I'm afraid, you're going to have to talk to me.” she winked at the green skinned woman.

 

The saddened lady began to introduce her to the others that had been interrupted by Kit's appearance. Her name was Vari, the cat-creature was Onyx, the other was a Captain, and then it went on with a woman named Beno, and a Commander Sothrick. Kit's eyes alighted on each of them as they were introduced and she gave them one of her warm but witty little smiles. Her body was full of wit and charm when she wanted it to be. It was partially how she had snagged her other half.

 

“Well I feel grossly outnumbered.” she winked with a grin.

 

Vari charged on with explaining that Kit must have felt her distress. “I apologize for coming over because of it. I try to keep my brain to itself, I keep reminding it not everyone wants your cooties, but .. sometimes the emotions are so strong we can't help but notice. Now .. normally, I would have let you go, but, I thought hey.. I could use a friend, she could use a friend, it's a win-win situation right there. So I decided to go off on a limb.”

 

Something internally changed, in Vari, right before she asked how the mental attack was on her. Kit's eyes widened, and her face showed the surprise on it before she quickly schooled her features to the confident ones that Kit always wore on her face.

 

“Don't pull your punches often, do you sweetheart?” she chuckled a bit nervously. For a moment, to take a breath, Kit brushed the tendrils of her hair that had framed her face a moment ago behind her multi-pierced ears and then she looked back over at Vari.

 

“Well doc. It sucked. So I'm sitting on the Bridge, flying the best ship ever, and I'm in my own little world when suddenly I can't even think. My brain is not my own. And all I hear is voices, so many voices, all of them filling my mind, pouring in, filling me up, saturating everything. It's all I can do to stand.. to get up... to get help to get to sickbay, kicked off the Bridge. Down in sickbay, I find that there's nothing I can do, that Liam can do, to get my brain back to mind. It won't be quiet, and I'm fighting with every ounce of my strength. I'm screaming, I'm fighting, I'm begging him to put me to sleep. Maybe that will help, maybe I can go into my subconscious to escape and just as I'm losing hope, just as they have taken one of my most precious memories and warped it to be something nasty... it's gone... just gone. They shut down my para-cortex as much as was safe.. I never felt so violated in my life.”

 

Damian must have felt her distress, because he came strolling quickly back into the room. Her eyes locked on his for a moment, and he rose his brow watching her making sure that he was okay. She gave a nod, she was fine, she was just reliving things that she would rather not. She still had nightmares about Damian turning Borg. She still had fears that they had placed in her head, and sometimes, she wondered when she would hear the voices again.

 

“So. Drink?” she asked now that she actually needed one, her brow rose to look at Vari in question.

 

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Posted Star Date 22003.17 @ 12:28 (12:28 PM)

Tess walked along the hall to the crew lounge. She had been conflicted at first about going to the gathering, not entirely sure whether or not it would worsen her already bad mood. Tess normally tried to remain cheerful and optimistic, but she had learned to look at the realistic side to issues., not the hopeful and cheery side. The destruction of the Magellan had hit her hard. Over the time spent on board, Tess had started to like the little ship. It had punched far above its weight and destroyed two Borg Probes and injured a third. Had it not been for Riley at the Helm, however, they most likely would not have lived long enough to get to the Artemis. While she knew it was no ones fault, losing her first ship on her first mission aboard it was not a good thing, especially being on the Bridge when it happened.

 

She had only attended the gathering as Foxx had forced her to go. Realising the extent of the damage to the Artemis, Tess was unsure if Foxx had survived the battle, and had spent several hours asking where she was. When she found Foxx alive and well in her quarters it had been a relief, and somewhat made her dark mood clear up. They had chatted, and Foxx had insisted she go to the gathering, "Enjoy yourself, meet some other crew members, it'll help." Foxx had said. Tess had caved, and decided to try it out, she might like it.

 

Tess had gone for a darker version of her normal civilian clothing, a black T-Shirt and jeans, however, she had decided to also wearing a black jacket as well, as she wasn't in a particularly happy mood. It made her seem a little odd and gloomy, but she felt bad for the loss of the Magellan and didn't want to be wearing something that seemed too "cheerful". She had also tucker her Auburn hair over her right shoulder, to seem a little more informal then she normally tried to.

 

God I hope Foxx was right... This had better be worth it.

 

She entered the lounge, and looked around. She saw a few people gathered in one corner, most likely members of the Artemis or Ozaki. Looking around, she saw a Gorn, most likely Commander Jadaris of the Magellan, talking with a few others. She smiled briefly, recognising the purple hair of Cadet, no, midshipman Robin Mayfair, and Julia Troy. They were talking with two others, Tess didn't recognise either, but she decided to let them do what they were doing.

 

She didn't see Starc, or Riley. Maybe they just decided not to come, or were later coming. It wouldn't be surprising for a Vulcan not to attend, but it was unlikely Riley wouldn't attend, considering most humans seem to enjoy social gatherings.

 

Hope Starc and Riley show up soon, would be interesting to see what they think of all this.

 

She then looked towards the bar, and spotted Commander Zan. She appeared to be wearing a smart black suit, making Tess laugh to herself at how formal she was. Deciding she was in need of a drink anyway, Tess went over towards Zan.

 

"Hello again, Commander. Good to see you again. How are you holding up after all this?" Tess inquired..

 

God dammit.... who the f*ck asks that at a time like this... I'm a Tactical Officer not a Doctor....

 

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#47 LCdr Vari Toreen

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Posted Star Date 22003.17 @ 14:40 (02:40 PM)

Don't pull your punches often, do you sweetheart?”

 

Giving a shrug, Vari glanced over the side, flushing an even darker shade of green. She really did have trouble keeping the doctor side away. It had come in handy once or twice – most notably, when her little niece was born while they were on their way to the hospital – but it wasn’t something she was proud of. She scratched the back of her head.

 

“Well doc. It sucked. So I'm sitting on the Bridge, flying the best ship ever, and I'm in my own little world when suddenly I can't even think. My brain is not my own. And all I hear is voices, so many voices, all of them filling my mind, pouring in, filling me up, saturating everything. It's all I can do to stand.. to get up... to get help to get to sickbay, kicked off the Bridge. Down in sickbay, I find that there's nothing I can do, that Liam can do, to get my brain back to mind. It won't be quiet, and I'm fighting with every ounce of my strength. I'm screaming, I'm fighting, I'm begging him to put me to sleep. Maybe that will help, maybe I can go into my subconscious to escape and just as I'm losing hope, just as they have taken one of my most precious memories and warped it to be something nasty... it's gone... just gone. They shut down my para-cortex as much as was safe.. I never felt so violated in my life.”

 

‘Sucked’ was probably an understatement. There was only one occasion in her life that Vari had shared her mind with another, and it had been with her full knowledge and acceptance of the situation. A situation she hadn’t only consented to, but had enjoyed. The way he’d been able to show her his feelings, instead of telling her.

 

But he’s gone now.

 

The thought flooded her with that crushing sadness that had done so multiple times since the end of their relationship, and she stumbled a little at the force of it, closing her eyes and catching herself – on a wall, or maybe on Krylixson. She wasn’t entirely sure.

 

But the woman had invited her to have a drink, and who was she to say no – other than an emotionally compromised half-Orion who-

 

Oh no.

 

Her eyes narrowed in on the new arrival across the room almost immediately, and she felt some rising panic at it as well. Unfair? Definitely. But it was her knee-jerk reaction when it came to full-blooded Orions. Her hand went to the inhibitor at her neck by instinct and she quickly turned, nodding.

 

“Drink. A drink sounds great. Maybe somewhere else. Is there anywhere else? I… God. If anyone wants to join. I just. Need…”

 

Air. Maybe it was the beginnings of a panic attack she was feeling. Perhaps it was just her already fragile emotional state trebling under the force of an Orion female entering the room. The thing she both was, and was not. Either way she felt… not quite right.

 

“I’m sorry,” she muttered under her breath.

 

==Tag. And apologies from a distance to Tess - nothing personal  ^_^ ==


Edited by LCdr Vari Toreen, Star Date 22003.17 @ 14:41 (02:41 PM).


#48 Lt Onyx Krylixson

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Posted Star Date 22003.17 @ 16:37 (04:37 PM)

Onyx hated crowds, and he realized that where he was at it was more than enough for him. In fact, he wanted to come up with an excuse to actually leave. Sighing to himself, he thought of the Captain, and how it could look negative against him to have a Department Head turn tail and run. It took him a bit before an excuse finally came to him. Standing next to him, Toreen looked like she was not happy at all. He followed her eyes, and he found his glance on an Orion female, and this one looked like she was full blooded. He glanced away as he looked to his own, and her reaction was a little suspect.

 
“Drink. A drink sounds great. Maybe somewhere else. Is there anywhere else? I… God. If anyone wants to join. I just. Need…”
 
Okay, now I am concerned.
 
“I’m sorry,”
 
Onyx looked over and he saw a saving grace. Over the heads of everybody, he saw a lone table that looked most welcoming. Placing his paw-like hand on her forearm as she placed her hand on him, he gave a gentle squeeze and his claws gave another sure grip. The look he gave her was a look of reassurance that no matter what, he had her back. Onyx found he had no reason not to trust anyone who was part of the battle. He also looked to some of the others, including this...hyper looking...tactical officer and he pointed to a table in the far corner that was not claimed by anyone.
 
"If you all will excuse me, I see there is a table that needs to be claimed in the name of the Hunt."
 
With that, he headed over to the far table and saw that it was a high table, and he set his drink down on it. He was able to breath easier as there was not that many people at that specific corner of the room with most of the people it seemed heading towards the bar. Onyx lever liked large crowds, and he was hoping that others who felt the same way as Onyx did could find comfort in a somewhat less dense area.
 
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#49 Lt (JG) Nathan Ramius {Coleman}

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Posted Star Date 22003.17 @ 18:42 (06:42 PM)

"I have to admit that it was touch-and-go for a while there. Standing on that transporter pad and not knowing if by some twisted sense of irony I would lose the fight then and there...."

 

Listening to Peter, all Nathan could do was nod in agreement. Despite being infested with the nanites himself, Ramius had been nowhere near as bad as Jensen had been, nor nowhere near as close to being assimilated either. How the Ozaki officer must have felt… well, Nathan could sympathize, perhaps even empathize if his nightmares were to be believed.

 

"All's well that ends well", I guess", Jensen added, "But thank you.”

 

Again, Ramius nodded, giving a brief smile to the other officer.

 

All’s well that ends well… the thought prompted a scenic mental image of standing in the transporter room, Jensen on the edge of the pad, while Nathan checked a weapon. Had things gone differently…

 

But they didn’t, and I needn’t worry about it if it didn’t happen.

 

“Of course,” Nathan replied, finally, taking a healthy sip of his drink as Peter continued to speak.

 

It sounded as though Peter was lamenting having to leave the Ozaki, which was not something Nathan could really understand. And as much as the young man tried to empathize with his colleague, he couldn’t. Ramius had already served aboard the Gettysburg, but was almost glad to leave it behind. Switching to the Artemis felt like a new lease, and anyway, Nathan didn’t put much stock in being too sentimental, especially about where one was posted to. It was the crew he served with that mattered. The entirety of the Artemis could be moved to yet another ship, and Nathan would be fine with it; again, if his friends went too.

 

Though, perhaps, Jensen wasn’t ‘lamenting’ at all. The comment on ‘what the brass will hand us’ was telling in more than a few ways. Nathan considered instead that perhaps Peter was worried about what type of ship they might get. Having served on a Frigate like the Ozaki, getting anything bigger than that would probably be quite the change. Or if they were given yet another relic of a fleet that should have long been mothballed… that would not be good either. Then getting a ‘very new’ ship meant a shake-down cruise, and that was never fun.

 

Nathan supposed he could ask what the lieutenant meant, but by that point Peter was already moving the conversation along,

 

"How did the Artemis fare? And how are you holding up?"

 

“The Artemis? She’s fine. Took some damage, but nowhere near as bad as some. That is something to be grateful for. I have no idea how long repairs will take, but, if I’m honest… well I’m looking forward to getting back out into space as soon as possible.”

 

And put this whole Borg-saga behind me, the unspoken thought might have read on Nathan’s face, but he didn’t mind. After all, just about everyone in the room probably felt the same.

 

“As for me,” Nathan’s head drooped slightly, his eyes finding the brown liquid in his cup, “I’ve been better.”

 

Bouncing back up from his cup, Ramius’ eyes met with Jensen’s.

 

“I’m still stuck there, sometimes. Wondering if I, or we, could have made different choices to affect certain outcomes. Then I tell myself that it is wasted energy, focusing so much on things I have no power to change now. I suppose all I can do is learn from the experience. I wouldn’t change a lot if I had the chance. Just enough.”

 

Nathan felt like he didn’t need to say what outcome he would have liked to have changed. Surely, Peter knew what he was talking about all too well. But it wasn’t just the one situation that Ramius had been thinking on. It was the first mission on the Megasphere too. For some reason, the midshipman had been taking the hard road since leaving the Academy. Nothing ever seemed to come easily since he’d left San Francisco. It was getting to the point where he wondered if anything would ever be so easy as that again.

 

Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead, excessive grief the enemy to the living…

 

“Can’t change everything though. What we did was needed. Otherwise the whole Fleet might have been in even worse shape,” he looked down before taking another quick sip of his drink, “I’ll be fine. Just have to square away everything that happened in my brain I guess.”

 

There was a brief pause, before looking back at Peter,

 

“I’ll be fine, I promise,” Nathan chuckled awkwardly, “thank you for asking. Anyway, I should let you catchup with the rest of your crew. They are probably wanting to chat and offer their support to you too. My offer stands, now and in the future though. It was good to work with you, Lieutenant.”

 

With an outstretched hand, he offered Peter another handshake and a cordial nod, before letting himself move away. Somehow, the midshipman didn’t start meandering toward the buffet line like he had said he would, but instead turned back toward the bar. In the interceding time, Nathan polished off the cognac in his glass, before saddling back up to the slate of the bar… and beside a familiar face.

 

“Hello Commander,” Nathan said, before trying to get the attention of the bartender, “another one of these please? Well, maybe as a cocktail or something.”

 

Nathan now turned and actually looked at Jennifer Braggins. Though he’d never say it to her face, or anywhere even within line-of-sight for fear she might read his lips, the officer looked ragged. Whether lack of sleep or something, it was obvious that Jenny had seen better days.

 

Put a smile on your face to hide your concern then Nathan!

 

A smile quickly jumped onto his expression, though a brow might have remained slightly raised despite the change,

 

“Glad to see you. You, ah… you look good,” he lied, though Nathan supposed he probably looked just as ‘good’ as she did.

 

Shaking his head, he spoke again,

 

“Care to have a shot of something strong with me?"

 

 

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#50 LCdr S'hiarra Sothrick {Kurasa}

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Posted Star Date 22003.17 @ 18:45 (06:45 PM)

Her participation in the Borg incident had been limited by her having gotten trapped in an area cut off by a hull breach. S'hiarra had never felt so helpless and rankled at her lack of active duty on behalf of her crewmates.

 

Tourock had headed over early, but she had remained to produce a number of special items which she had replicated in honor of the fallen. 

 

Spying the crowd she ventured near to the Bar and spotted two of the 4 CO's of the ships involved and approached the one she knew best first. "Commander Zan it is so good to see you, I am pleased to see that you made it through relatively unscathed."

 

Zan would see that she carried a cloth wrapped bundle under her arm, and that she seemed nervous for some reason not immediately evident. She continued to address the Magellan Captain, and her friend; "It would seem that I am going to be leaving the Ozaki going forward, I do not as yet have a ship assigned for me, but I would certainly welcome your advice in that regard."

 

While she paused to give Serran an opportunity to reply she unwrapped the bundle and separated ten small black cloths; offering them to her friend. They proved to be small black armbands with the symbol and name for the Magellan; the date of the battle and two words; "Never Forget".

 

She smiled nervously once again, "I thought that we might wish to have a visible token to remind us of those no longer with us."

 

Allowing time for  a reply she then excused herself briefly and approached the Artemis command team, clearing her throat at an appropriate moment. "Greetings to you Captain Crawford, Commander Braggins; I am Lt S'hiarra Sothrick off the Ozaki. I apologize for interrupting, but I made some of these for each of the four crews here; in the event that you deem them suitable," And she handed a bundle of ten of the black armbands to either of the two senior officers. They were decorated by the name and symbol of the Artemis; the date of the battle and the words “Never Forget"

 

Lowering her eyes briefly she then awaited the Captain's gaze. "Ma'am this was my first battle and perhaps these are not something you feel is a fitting memorial, but I offer them nonetheless with gratitude and respect for the courage of all who fought and were lost."

 

She then awaited the responses.

 

==Tag Zan and anyone with her as well as Tyra, Jenny and anyone with them.==


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#51 Capt Jennifer Braggins

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Posted Star Date 22003.18 @ 01:22 (01:22 AM)

People seemed to be leaving Jenny well enough alone, which suited her just fine; she was here because it was expected, not because she wanted to socialise with the sorry remnants of the crews whose homes had been declared total losses and who had actually contributed something useful to the battle, which was why neither the Copernicus nor the Sheridan had representation among the band of mourners. The glass in her hand was now just over a quarter full, the pint having been consumed quickly by the diminutive former pilot, and she was already eyeing up a second one to help speed up the time before it was socially acceptable for her to return to her quarters, where she would be left alone to...

 

To what? You've not written anything since before the Megasphere was discovered. You haven't drawn or played the guitar since then, either. You'll just sit there and feel sorry for yourself until someone from Star Fleet comes for your head. If they're going to use you as a scapegoat, better enjoy yourself...

 

With a deep sigh Jenny finished off the last quarter pint and tapped the empty glass on the bar, signalling for another. As it was poured and placed before her, Jenny could feel someone moving behind her, and had to fight to suppress the urge to attack the person who must be an attacker; she was in the Artemis' Crew Lounge, among people she counted as friends, anyone who tried to attack her here would be insane.

 

"Hello again, Commander. Good to see you again. How are you holding up after all this?"

 

Looking up and around, Jenny saw a tall green woman in a black business suit standing beside her. Until now Jenny had believed she knew every Orion currently serving in Star Fleet, from her surrogate 'aunt' Mirax to the auburn-haired woman standing with members of the Ozaki crew. This woman was new, and given she was not, in fact, addressing Jenny but the blonde Trill beside her - Zan, formerly of the Magellan. Then, another movement behind her and another face beside her; Artemis' resident screwup.

 

“Hello Commander, glad to see you. You, ah… you look good.”
 
Sure I do...
 
“Care to have a shot of something strong with me?"
 
Jenny snorted and shook her head, a small smile on her face; the first that had come naturally to her for days. She and Ramius had drank together, once, and she'd figured the Security Officer had learned his lesson, but apparently he was game for round two, and who was Jenny to argue? Using the bar that ran around the counter and standing up on the tips of her toes, Jenny leaned over the bar with both arms and ran her hand across the tops of the bottles; one of the downsides of being short was that this was more difficult than it needed to be, but she'd placed herself perfectly. She came back with a bottle of blue liquid and two glasses, pouring a generous measure into each, passing one across to Ramius.
 
"Don't ask where Orrin got it, he took the good stuff with him when he disembarked at Pioneer. And yes, drinking it is an order, illegal or not."
 
What's another charge added to the list?
 
Lifting her glass, Jenny swirled the blue liquid around gently, watching how the light shone through it.
 
"A toast: to screwing up, and hopefully surviving with an intact career!"

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#52 Lt (JG) Alec Riley

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Posted Star Date 22003.18 @ 02:45 (02:45 AM)

The doors of the Crew Lounge slid open with the hiss of pistons and Alec looked around the crowded room with a cup of coffee instead. He wasn't a drinker. Not that he had any negative experiences with alcohol or was morally opposed to it, he just had a personal problem with consuming something that intentionally impairs the body. Not that coffee was much better. This was his fourth cup of the day. Truth be told he got to a point where the caffeine was meaningless to him and was drinking purely for the bitter taste of black coffee. He didn't need much help staying awake at night as it is. The ever present dark circles around his eyes and his sunken cheeks told the story of a man who never slept much. If it weren't for his muscular physique, he would likely look sick or as exhausted as he felt. The caffeine may not work but it at least made him feel warm in his bones. 

 

Slowly, he skimmed the room looking for a familiar face. Starc, Tess... someone else from the Academy. He didn't care for the officers in the room nor did he have a particular interest in making friends with anyone outside of his ship. Even though no one was in uniform he could pick out an officer in a line-up. They all had the same air of experience to them, the same posture, and, frankly, a sense of familiarity with one another. The last thing he wanted was the get into some long conversation with Lt. So-and-So from the USS Whatever about their commendations or heroic actions during the attack. There weren't any winners in that battle. The Borg ran off and they took a pounding. Seeing these people with smiles and friendly voices just settled a thought he had before walking into this room - we're all just numbers to the bulk of them. Alec clenched his jaw and walked into the room, looking for at least someone else from the Magellan. The way he looked at it, the people he served with on the Magellan had all been through a horrific ordeal and everyone else were strangers. 

 

Alec had received the invitation and tossed it almost immediately. Large group functions weren't really his thing. Truth be told he was lonelier in a room full of people than he was on his own. He was honestly far more content with spending the remainder of this tow job alone in his room with his cat, Frampton. Lord knows the little guy had been shaken up by all the rattling and commotion on the Magellan. He had spent most of the first day after the battle with the Megasphere trying to coax Frampton out from his carrier when he was punching his mattress that he had laid up against the wall. It was an old practice he had employed back on Earth. When he couldn't get to a holodeck or a gym, he'd lean his mattress vertically against the wall and use it as a heavy bag. His knuckles were bright red from all of the extra practice he had been putting in lately. With the Magellan heavily damaged, lives lost, and an enemy that had gotten away, all Alec could hear was his father sighing in disappointment. Knowing his luck, his father would be the one working on the Magellan when they made it to their final destination and he could hear his father's grumbling disapproval in person as he tried to make sense of all the ship's damages. "Look at the fine mess you made again, Alec." he'd say and he would stand there and take it because that's what he always did. 

 

Alec realized he had been clutching his coffee mug too tightly and he slowly loosened up. Though he was loath to admit it to himself, Alec Riley was violent by nature. His first response to any sort of negative emotion was aggression and he knew it was a problem. Still, it was who he was at the end of the day. 

 

Where the hell is Tess and Starc?

 

They were the reasons he wanted to come. Tess had been amazing during the battle and Starc was still someone who had been on his mind since the Academy. They had all come up to the Magellan and they had survived together. If anything, he wanted to thank them for busting their asses as hard as they had been. It was why he had slipped out of his gym shorts and into a pair of black jeans to go along with his black t-shirt. Sure, it wasn't fancy but he wasn't a fancy person. 

 

Regardless, holding his cup of coffee over his head as to not bump into anyone and spill it, Alec continued to navigate the busy room looking for his fellow Midshipmen. 

 

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Edited by Mid Alec Riley, Star Date 22003.18 @ 02:47 (02:47 AM).


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Posted Star Date 22003.18 @ 03:24 (03:24 AM)

== Crew Quarters ==
 
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As much as Cera would have liked to be overseeing the event occurring right that moment just a few decks away, the blonde Betazoid felt like she had an obligation to make sure that certain people were present. She had succeeded on two counts, ensuring that both parts of the command staff were headed there willingly or not, but had failed when it had come to Commander Dawson, who had come within inches of pointing a phaser at her to get her to go away. Fortunately for the former marine, her presence wasn't pivotal to crew morale, even if Cera thought it would do the woman some good to do something other than stare at the blank gray walls in her temporary quarters. She could only hope that her next target was a little more willing. She understood this crew's desire to commiserate in private, generally with alcohol, but there was something to being with others that felt the same sting of pain, guilt and frustration.
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The blonde paused as she reached her destination, taking a deep breath to steel her resolve for what might require brute force. Yes, she could probably bargain with Ben but he didn't need more alcohol -- she knew all about his little hobby -- and she didn't have an infinite supply for bartering. She certainly didn't have enough to barter with him AND Ramius to attend, assuming his roommate was still present. Then again, maybe, he'd be more reasonable if Ramius was present.
 
The blonde shook her head, her hair swishing at the movement, before she reached out to hit the door's chime. She actually pushed it twice in quick succession when she realized how it probably looked for any passerby with her standing outside of Ben's quarters wearing civvies when everyone else was gathering elsewhere. The rumors would be...
 
She quickly jabbed the intercom. "Save me the awkwardness and open the door before I find a way to override it. I am not standing out here until the rumor mill is swirling with nonsense! I shouldn't be the topic of my own rumor mill!"
 
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#54 Lt Nora Cyr {Ameen}

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Posted Star Date 22003.18 @ 03:57 (03:57 AM)

Nora arrived at the event a little bit late. It wasn't planned really, it simply happened that on her way to the crew lounge, she got lost on the big ship, and a young Engineer offered to give her a tour of the ship before dropping her off at the the crew lounge. He was such a gentlemen to the point that she felt bad to turn down his invitation for a drink after his shift. But he got her to agree to stay in touch at least.

 

Big ship... Between here and the Republic... I could really get used to the extra space...

 

The idea of being on a large ship was appealing to her, mostly because of how close they got to facing their end while on the Magellan. Nora had reasoned that the ship was out of her depth in that the battle. But Commander Zan's decision to join the fight had earned her Cyr's respect and admiration. In most cases, rank and position earns a person's an automatic amount of due respect. But that kind of respect is nothing compared to the one earned from a Commander's crew due to their actions and decisions. That was the kind of respect that inspires loyalty and trust in the crew. That was what separates an assigned Captain from a true leader of men and women.

 

I need a drink...

 

The memory of what had happened a week ago was still haunting the young doctor. This event felt like the perfect opportunity to relax and blow some steam. For one, Nora was very happy to be out of her uniform. She wore a red dress that went just above her knees and free flowing at the bottom. The top complemented the natural shape and size of her breasts but without exposing too much. Her hair was pinned up. Her earring were infinity shaped white gold adorned with sparkly diamonds. She had red lipstick that matched the color of her dress. And she had on black high heeled shoes and carried a black purse decorated with white gold lines.

 

As she started making her way to the bar she took in the sights and scenes around her. The flags caught her attention, and she felt pride coursing through her veins and the site of the Magellan's flag. It was a moment she will cherish for the rest of her life.

 

For someone who doesn't really find Star Fleet as an attractive long term option, I think it is finally starting to grow on me...

 

Cyr reached the bar and flashed the bartender a smile. Once she had their attention she ordered a dirty martini. Soon after, she had a glass of the clear drink in her hand. Three stuffed olives sat neatly at the bottom of the elegant glass. It was exactly how she wanted it to be.

 

This is well deserved... at last...

 

With a content sigh and a smile full of anticipation, she brought up the glass and felt its cold round tip against her lips before she took that glorious first sip. The bitterness of the olives competed with the sweetness of the martini to finally create a beautiful balance. One that Nora savored at this moment. It was an instant in time when she got to be worry free, and take a break from it all. A rare moment in the life of a Star Fleet officer, indeed, in the life of a doctor. Looking at the people around here, there was a small moment of panic when she didn't recognize anyone in the room. The surviving crew of the Magellan were small in numbers, so it took her a bit of time to find any of the handful of them that actually decided to attend this event. She first spotted one of the ship's midshipman carrying a coffee cup of all things and trying to navigate the crowds without spilling it. This drew a smile from the young doctor. She wished him well in his difficult task and continued to scan the crowd. Closer to the buffet, she found Jadaris sipping some tea and chatting with someone she did not recognize. Deciding to leave the Gorn alone for now, She moved on with her search. It was no surprise that she found more of them hanging around the bar. There was another Midshipman from her ship chatting with the none other than the Zan herself. 

 

Ah yes! more of my peeps!

 

While her initial instinct was to jump into the conversation, she held back. She did not want to be rude or interfere. Instead she gave her captain and the midshipman a nod and a smile. This was an open door invitation, and the ball was now in their park so to speak. In the meantime, Cyr continued to enjoy her drink and observe the proceedings while wondering what will happen next.

 

Maybe there is going to be a speech or something... how about a band? is there going to be live music in here?... That would be nice...


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Posted Star Date 22003.18 @ 15:16 (03:16 PM)

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Benjamin was nearly at his quarters when he heard something up ahead. Indistinct at first, as he got closer - and the volume of the voice rose - it became incredibly clear what was going on. "I am not standing out here until the rumor mill is swirling with nonsense! I shouldn't be the topic of my own rumor mill!"

 

Well... ****. He couldn't help but laugh a bit as he turned the corner and saw Cera standing there. Her hair was loose, and she was wearing a dark skirt/blouse combo, and suddenly he felt completely under dressed. He walked up to her, hands in his jeans pockets, and shrugged his shoulders. "Well, standing here in the hallway yelling at me probably doesn't help that," he said, trying and failing to keep the smile from his face. 

 

"Sorry, I was down in engineering... looking over a couple of things," he said a little hesitantly by way of explanation. He held up his arms, showing her the Gettysburg tee he was wearing. "This gonna be okay, or do I need to go in and change?"

 

Before she could answer, though, something caught his eye down the hall over Cera's head. For a half-second, he saw the bright-red hair and wondered if the Captain was walking down the hall. But no, it was potentially even worse than that.

 

"Oh," Kate Whitby said as she came up short at the next intersection. "Sorry, I didn't mean to..." The smile on her face widened before she could stop it. "I'm sorry, sirs," she stammered out as she backed away. "I'll go around."

 

And she was gone before they could say anything. Benjamin couldn't help but laugh, loud and real. He had no idea what Whitby was doing down here, but if Cera had wanted to avoid the rumor mill, that ship had now sailed. Some part of him wondered why he was laughing so hard at this, given that he was going to be just as affected by it as she was, but it was just so damn funny for some reason. He put a hand on Cera's shoulder, his other over his mouth as he tried to pull himself back together.

 

He knew it was rude. He knew that Cera was not happy - or so he assumed; he couldn't get a good look at her at the moment - and his own brain was screaming at him to stop. This is a serious situation, he thought, people have died. Entire crews are here to commemorate the losses. Besides, what would Iris think about this? Why are you laughing?

 

He wound up leaning against the wall next to his door, arm over his mouth as he tried to regain control. The rational part of his brain said it was due to the lack of sleep over the past several days, along with just basic exhaustion from working so hard and long. The irrational part pulled up pictures of the dead there with him in the warp core chamber and left them there.

 

He slid down the wall to the floor slowly, feeling the laughter turn to sobs as he couldn't get the picture out of his mind's eye. The sobs that he had been trying to avoid by throwing himself into his work were finding their way out, whether he wanted them to or not. Not now, he thought. Later, but not now...

 

Of course, that was what he'd been telling himself ever since the battle. There would be time to grieve later, time to let the stress and the terror really hit. But he'd been doing such a good job of avoiding it - for varying values of the word good - that he still hadn't dealt with any of it, which left him here, now, sobbing in the hallway, hands on his face. "I..." he stuttered. "I couldn't even get close to them. I was afraid that if I hit them, with the radiation damage... I thought they would just... fall apart..."

 

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#56 Capt Aitrus Colso {Elias}

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Posted Star Date 22003.18 @ 20:06 (08:06 PM)

The room had gotten pretty full by the time that Aitrus decided to turn back around. He caught a glimpse of Tyra and Jenny walking in, though both were soon waylaid by what he assumed were their own crew. He also briefly saw both Simmons and Zan, recognizing them from the briefing back on Pioneer what felt like a lifetime ago. Has it only been a few days? he thought glumly as he started to pick his way through the crowd.

 

He held his glass close, walking through the crowd and smiling to see the crews mingling at least somewhat. There were definitely clusters of people - even a Philadelphia group growing in the far corner he saw. He had to smile to see Silran in the middle of that group. The Romulan was a surly sort when it came to gatherings like this, and seeing him in the corner nursing a... well, he shouldn't have been surprised to see a glass of Romulan Ale in his hand. It's banned in Federation space, and we're not in Federation space at the moment, he thought.

 

He was also not surprised to see Sorrena at the opposite end of the room, flirting with someone he didn't recognize. The Spanish engineer had gone all out, though he was surprised that the dress she was wearing had survived the battle. Aitrus just shook his head, hoping she knew to stay out of trouble. Considering she had a beer bottle in her hand rather than a harder liquor told him she was playing it pretty safe, at least as far as her behavior went. He'd have worried if she was sulking instead.

 

Aitrus continued watching as he made his way across the room towards the bar. There were several people he wanted to speak to, though he wasn't sure if he'd get the time. There were also some in his crew, he knew, that he needed to speak to more, and just check on. This wasn't a party to just to socialize, and if he heard any discussions of personal valor he'd have to question their motives. This was for remembering the fallen, and for helping those that were left behind to deal with their loss. The alcohol was just here to help.

 

Evidently Aitrus wasn't paying close enough attention as he got deeper into the crowd, rubbernecking as he kept looking for the various crew, and by the time he looked back around it was far too late. Someone had been picking his way through the crowd, looking for people of his own presumably. Unfortunately, he'd also been holding a cup of coffee over his head.

 

Had been. Aitrus had managed to run into him just right, jostling his arm and making the coffee spill. Specifically, making it spill down the front of Aitrus' shirt, turning the earthy green into more of just an earthy brown. It was warm, but it wasn't the worst thing that he'd had spilt on him - he did have a little girl, after all - and so all it got out of him was just a quick hop back.

 

"Oh, I'm so sorry," he said quickly, trying to make sure that the man he'd run into was okay. "That's what happens when you're looking around for your friends, I guess; I'll keep my eyes forward next time." He waved at the bar, and someone passed a couple of towels over. He bent down to start wiping up the drink.

 

"Sorry to spill your drink, as well; can I get you another? I'm sure there's a pot of coffee going in the kitchen." He smiled at the young man, just trying to keep things from getting awkward, which was of course a lost cause. "I'm Aitrus, by the way," he said, and stuck out a hand in greeting."

 

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Posted Star Date 22003.18 @ 21:57 (09:57 PM)

At the bar, Serran had a taste for something stronger than her normal choice of drink on this occasion, and had just been served a simple but generous measuring of scotch on the rocks when she heard a voice close by addressing her. Turning, she saw the familiar face of one of her Bridge crew.
 
The young Orion midshipman hadn't been with the Magellan long but had made her mark during the recent events.
 
"Hello again, Commander. Good to see you again. How are you holding up after all this?" she had said by way of breaking the ice.
 
"T'relia, good to see you here. I'm doing as well as can be expected I suppose. The burden of command and all that. Still it's good to be here to show respects." the Trill replied.
 
"I want to thank you again for your quick thinking on the Bridge. You're welcome on my crew any day." she said with a raise of her glass in the Orion's direction.
 
They were joined by another woman who also spoke to Serran, another familiar face but one she hadn't seen in quite a while. For a moment she had to think whether this was Shione or Shiarra speaking to her, so alike were the clones. The proverbial penny dropped when Serran remembered that Shiarra had been posted to the Ozaki, whose crew were present at this gathering. They had met in unusual and interesting times back on a mission of the USS Pegasus and become friends.
 
"Commander Zan it is so good to see you, I am pleased to see that you made it through relatively unscathed."
 
"Shiarra, what a surprise! It's good to see you too. We've come a long way from the Gamma Quadrant haven't we." Serran remarked with a smile.
 
Zan noticed that Shiarra carried a cloth wrapped bundle under her arm, and that she seemed nervous for some reason. "It would seem that I am going to be leaving the Ozaki going forward, I do not as yet have a ship assigned for me, but I would certainly welcome your advice in that regard."
 
Serran blinked and thought for a moment before responding, then spoke. "I'm sorry to hear that you're moving. I don't know where I'm going myself at the moment either. If I get a command again though you'd be welcome on my crew." she offered.
 
Frowning, the Trill watched as Shiarra unravelled the bundle she was carrying.
 
"What have you got there?" she asked.
 
Shiarra smiled nervously once again, "I thought that we might wish to have a visible token to remind us of those no longer with us." she replied as she revealed a number of black armbands within the bundle. She offered them up to Serran, who picked one up and saw that there were words embroidered on them. They included the name USS Magellan and the words 'Never forget' along with the date of the fateful battle with the Borg Megasphere.
 
Serran was choked with emotion for a moment, then gratefully took the offered armbands and thanked the youner woman. "That is so thoughtful Shiarra, thank you."
 
Shiarra smiled and made her excuses as she had other people to find. Serran turned to T'relia again and gestured with the bundle of armbands that she'd just received.
 
"One for you if you like? And any others of our crew if you've seen any around?" she asked before giving a glance around the group of people for more familiar faces. 
 
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Posted Star Date 22003.19 @ 00:44 (12:44 AM)

It took less than a fraction of a second to realize that this young woman with her shock of purple hair was one of her own officers. There was a certain look that young officers got when they unexpectedly bumped into their commanding officer, eyes a little wide and mouth a little open in surprise. It was probably the same look she'd had when she'd run into Dars Syntranos all those years ago in a turbolift. Early on in her command career, seeing that look had always caused a pang of regret as it always reminded her of the separation between a captain and her crew, despite having an open door policy she would never be one of those guys. And now, she knew that was okay because her job wasn't to be one of the guys; she could be approachable, she could make strides to know her crew well but she would always have the restrictions that came with the mantle of command,
 
"Oh, umm, I'm Midshipman Robin Mayfair, Captain. I'm a nurse who was assigned to the Artemis just before the fleet left Pioneer Station for the battle."
 
She could only assume that Mayfair's information was sitting in her office, resting among the other numerous transfers to the ship. She'd been surprised how many people had wanted aboard, despite the vessel not having too many openings, and in a usual circumstance, she would have ensured that she had read each and every one of them before launching. No, she might not remember every name with every face or department but she did a pretty damn good job of recalling details once she was talking to her officers. It was both curiosity for her -- she wanted to know who was serving under her -- but it also made her people feel more appreciated. It let them know that they weren't merely a number to her but they had names and they had families that loved them oh so dearly. 
 
The young nurse's handshake was firm and she managed enough of a smile that Tyra felt certain she wasn't going to bolt out of panic. As much as Tyra would like to say that hadn't happened, it most certainly had... multiple times. "Well, I know the entire medical staff of the Arty did very well in this battle," she glanced at Eli, who had basically been apart of the staff this mission. "I appreciate all of the work y'all did and I know, if this is your first or second cruise, it was probably very overwhelming. Hopefully, it hasn't soured your opinion of the ship or ship assignments in general," Tyra said with a wry smile, pausing as she noted someone approach in her peripheral.
 
The woman that approached was in her mid-twenties with fair skin and dark hair. She might have been considered black Irish, except her eyes gave her away as being Betazoid. She seemed a little hesitant after giving a warm greeting to Robin and even if she hadn't practically said it herself, Tyra would have suspected she was a midshipman as well, likely a classmate of Robin's.
 
"Hi Julia. I'll bet this wasn't the cadet cruise you'd been expecting, was it? Which ship were you on?" Robin paused, aware that her Captain was still here. "Sorry, manners. Mama always said that proper introductions were important in any social gathering." The addition of a twang caused the slightly twitch of Tyra's eyebrow as she made a mental note to ask where Mayfair was from. There were only so many places with that accent and she knew most of them quite personally. "This is Midshipman Julia Troy. We met at the Academy. Julia, this is Lieutenant Eliana McKenna, a Security officer here on the Artemis, and Captain Crawford, the Commanding Officer of the ship."
 
Julia quickly greeted both Tyra and Eli, causing Tyra to smile warmly. "It's a pleasure, Julia. You can call me Tyra here -- there's no uniforms so let's keep it light. Are you also in medical? The Ozaki is... or was a very good ship. Two of her captains have been my first officers, including the current one. If Jason... I mean Captain Simmons does half as good of a job at captaining as he did keeping me in line, he's unstoppable," she said with a grin, glancing towards the bar where the man in question was still holding council with his crew.
 
Before she could turn her gaze back to the two midshipman to ask them another question, her attention was caught by another approaching individual. This one appeared to be yet another Betazoid but this one was not shy, seemingly moving with a purpose.   "Greetings to you Captain Crawford, Commander Braggins; I am Lt S'hiarra Sothrick off the Ozaki. I apologize for interrupting, but I made some of these for each of the four crews here; in the event that you deem them suitable," the woman greeted before offering Tyra a cluster of black bands.
 
There was a slight pause that included a glance towards McKenna. Had the young woman, a security officer from Jason's ship with some sort of relationship to Sothrick, her former officer, mistaken Eli for Jenny? It seemed like a rather difficult mistake to make given that the two looked nothing alike but it was the only explanation for including Jenny in the greeting when Jenny appeared to be knocking shots back like a champ with Nathan. Oh, how that sounded so much more preferable to playing hosting but if this evening went like she anticipated, that was probably where she'd be closing the evening out.
 
They were black armbands that had been personalized with the Artemis' symbol, the battle's date and a seemingly straight forward message to "Never Forget". They reminded her of the black bands that law enforcement wore for funerals of their own -- there were sections of security that kept a part of that tradition alive. They seemed more appropriate for the formal ceremony the Fleet would inevitably force upon them in some misguided attempt to give them "closure" or "healing time" but she understood the sentiment. Everyone grieved differently. Some liked to isolate themselves, some liked to ensure, through acts like this, that the event or person was never forgotten, and some liked to forget it had ever happened for a little bit. 
 
"Ma'am this was my first battle and perhaps these are not something you feel is a fitting memorial, but I offer them nonetheless with gratitude and respect for the courage of all who fought and were lost."
 
Tyra didn't immediately answer, rubbing her thumb over the embroidery on the top band. Finally, she offered the woman a smile, just a touch more somber than the smiles she had offered her companions a few moments before. "Everyone reacts to these types of situations differently and everyone wants to memorialize them differently. If making these brought you peace or comfort or wearing 'em brings comfort or peace to some of my folks," there was a uptick in her normal twang on the last word, "then, they're a fitting tribute. Thank you. It is greatly appreciated," she answered.
 
She carefully slid the top band off the top before her blue eyes shifted to regard the room as a whole. Cera was nowhere to be seen, likely still wrangling people, but she would be the best person to hand the bands to for appropriate distribution. After all, Tyra didn't want anyone feeling like they needed to take a band because she had been the one to offer, though she did offer one to Eli and Robin as they were standing with her. She assumed Miss Sothrick had made some for her own crew so Julia was likely taken care of. With that, she slid them into her pocket, along with the one she had taken, for safe keeping until she found Cera to hand off for passing out.
 
"I'll make sure these get to Cera," she said. "If anyone can pinpoint who will appreciate these, it's that--" she pause, her blue eyes shifting past Shiarra to some sort of scene. 
 
Her lips pulled back slightly and it looked like she was trying to bite back a laugh as she watched, almost in slow motion, the aftermath of Aitrus slamming head first into what appeared to be one of the young officers in attendance. For a moment, she almost felt the need to go save the poor man but then, she thought better of it. She wasn't certain she could keep a straight face when confronted with a coffee covered Colso and she doubted he'd appreciate the help, though she was certain this would be a story to recount to Samantha over another dinner. And that made her smile because Aitrus -- and Jason -- had survived this.
 
After a moment, she shook her head and smiled. "Sorry. I always find these gatherings to be very good for people watching, particularly with so many crews brought together. Despite this being an unfortunate reason, it's rare to be able to gather like this. Make sure y'all take the opportunity to make nice with some new faces -- y'never know when someone might eventually be a crewmate or become a really good friend," she said, seemingly directing the last bit at the midshipmen more than anyone else.
 
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#59 Lt Tess T'Relia

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Posted Star Date 22003.19 @ 01:22 (01:22 AM)

"T'relia, good to see you here. I'm doing as well as can be expected I suppose. The burden of command and all that. Still it's good to be here to show respects." the Trill replied.
 
"Indeed it is, Ma'am. A shame so much was lost.... but at least the threat is gone for now...." Tess said, trying to figure out where the Borg might be going.
 
At least I didn't mess up that opener.... I hope. I wonder where the Borg have gone, probably somewhere outside of Federation influence, but where exactly I want to know...
 
Another woman joined them, tall, Betazoid, and was carrying a cloth-wrapped bundle under her arm. Tess didn't know her, but Zan seemed to, as they addressed each other like old friends atleast.
 
"Commander Zan it is so good to see you, I am pleased to see that you made it through relatively unscathed." The Betazoid said.
 
"Shiarra, what a surprise! It's good to see you too. We've come a long way from the Gamma Quadrant haven't we." Serran remarked with a smile.
 
Zan then seemed to notice the Betazoid... what was her name, Shiarra, was carrying the bundle.
 
"It would seem that I am going to be leaving the Ozaki going forward, I do not as yet have a ship assigned for me, but I would certainly welcome your advice in that regard." The Betazoid said.
 
Zan blinked, then spoke. "I'm sorry to hear that you're moving. I don't know where I'm going myself at the moment either. If I get a command again though you'd be welcome on my crew." she offered.

 

I hope Zan can get a command again, she is a great Commander, and would make for an even finer Captain.

 

The Trill frowned, and Tess adjusted her position to try and get a better view as Shiarra unwrapped the bundle.

 

"What have you got there?" she asked.
 
Indeed.... what has she got there.
 
Shiarra smiled nervously once again, "I thought that we might wish to have a visible token to remind us of those no longer with us." she replied as she revealed a number of black armbands within the bundle. She offered them up to Zan. The Commander seemed to choke for a second, then took the armbands and thanked Shiarra, saying: "That is so thoughtful Shiarra, thank you."
 
As Shiarra moved away, Zan turned to Tess again, gesturing with the bundle of armbands she had recently recieved. "One for you if you like? And any others of our crew if you've seen any around?" Zan asked before giving a glance around the group of people for more familiar faces. 
 
"Of course Ma'am, I'd be quite happy to have one!" Tess said, taking an armband. Tess looked it over and saw that there were words embroidered on them. They included the name USS Magellan and the words 'Never forget' along with the date of the fateful battle with the Borg Megasphere.
 
That is really sweet.... lovely idea.
 
Tess looked around for any of the other members of the Magellan. Looking near the bar, she noticed a woman with dark black hair nod towards her and Zan, and smile. Clearly trying to get their attention without interrupting. Tess, figuring Zan would want most of the Magellan's attending crew to get the chance to receive an armband, waved to her to come over. It was her choice whether or not to come.
 
Tess looked over towards the crowd and noticed Riley moving towards them, with what resembled a coffee cup in his hand. Tess was about to motion for him to come over when said coffee cup was knocked out of his hand by one of the other members in attendance. Clearly neither had been looking where they were going. Tess laughed at the scene, the officer was now covered in coffee by the looks of it. 
 
Poor Riley.... and whoever that is.
 
"Excuse me a minute Commander." Tess said, barely holding back her laughter.
 
She moved over towards Riley, noticing that he seemed alright after colliding with the other officer, however the officers shirt was now a muddy brown rather then the green it had been intended to be. The Officer held out his hand to Riley, appearing to greet him in the normal Human way.
 
"Are you alright Riley?" Tess asked, coming over to stand by him. She was still trying to suppress her laughter and was failing, but kept the normal kind look in her eyes to insure it didn't look like a mean laugh.
 
Tess waited for Riley to respond before saying: "I can get you another coffee if you like, should be something at the bar or a replicator?" Turning to the officer she said "Haven't got any burns from that coffee have you? Can be quite hot.."
 
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#60 Lt (JG) Robin Mayfair

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Posted Star Date 22003.19 @ 12:21 (12:21 PM)

The Captain's friendly attitude helped put Robin at ease. She was friendly and warm, but even in a social situation like this kept an air of professionalism. The young Midshipman could totally see this woman as the captain of a starship, giving orders in battle. She wondered what it had been like on the bridge during the fight, then realized that was one of the things she didn't really want to know. Whatever had happened, it had to be beyond stressful to everyone involved. 

 

"Well, I know the entire medical staff of the Arty did very well in this battle," she glanced at Eli, who had basically been apart of the staff this mission. "I appreciate all of the work y'all did and I know, if this is your first or second cruise, it was probably very overwhelming. Hopefully, it hasn't soured your opinion of the ship or ship assignments in general," Tyra said with a wry smile, pausing as she noted someone approach in her peripheral.

 

"Eli was amazing, Sir," Robin said. "She stepped right up to help with the wounded when we were short-handed, even after the hull breach. And honestly, I'm surprised I didn't completely freak out." She paused, not sure how much she should share with her Commanding Officer, before deciding that it was better to be honest than to try and feign bravery. It's unlikely anyone would have bought it anyway; Robin was a terrible liar and tended to wear her emotions on her sleeve. "I was feeling overwhelmed after the breach and was just trying to hold things together, but thankfully Doctor McConnelly wasn't badly hurt and was able to organize the evacuation. I did have a good freak out later, in my quarters." 

 

Robin smiled. "But thanks, Sir. I really do like the Artemis. I apologize for not reporting, but with everything that had happened I figured you had slightly more important things to deal with." She chuckled. "I can formally report when you have the time, if you'd like. In fact, I think I'd like to do that and make it official." 

 

Captain Crawford had said that she could be called Tyra out of uniform, and Robin wanted to do so, but the idea went against her upbringing. When she had stowed away at 15 on the SS Triple Seven, a merchant ship, she had met the retired Star Fleet captain Miguel Cardon. He had taken her under his wing and been a mentor for the years she served on his vessel. He had insisted that Robin call him Miguel, but she had found it unseemly. Cardon was "Sir." Always "Sir." It had become a running joke between them even years later, though Cardon found it amusing. To Robin, it was a sign of respect, not merely a requirement of protocol. She didn't know Captain Crawford well (meaning at all), but she was clearly respected by her crew. Even more, she'd managed to get the Artemis through the battle more or less intact when many ships and their crews hadn't survived. Robin owed her her life. In the quick crew assignments that had been going on as the fleet prepared to leave Pioneer she could have ended up on any one of those other ships. Still, she was determined to make a good impression, so if the Captain wanted to be called by her first name then she would. That was a sign of respect, too. 

 

She took an armband from Lt Sothrick with a pleasant, and sad, "Thank you. I'm so sorry for your loss." She put the band around her arm. 

 

So many dead. It's overwhelming. The ships, the fighters, the assault teams. And for what? Did we really win? She thought of Crewman Dedeka, incinerated by the Borg plasma blast that had nearly killed her too, started to tear up a bit, and wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her blouse. She felt a need to go pray for the losses, after this get-together was over. I wonder if this ship has a chapel. 

 

The Captain was amused by something going on behind Robin. "Sorry. I always find these gatherings to be very good for people watching, particularly with so many crews brought together. Despite this being an unfortunate reason, it's rare to be able to gather like this. Make sure y'all take the opportunity to make nice with some new faces -- y'never know when someone might eventually be a crewmate or become a really good friend," she said, seemingly directing the last bit at the midshipmen more than anyone else.

 

"Thanks, Sir... Tyra. I will." 

 

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#61 Lt Eliana McKenna

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Posted Star Date 22003.19 @ 12:49 (12:49 PM)

Even from where she was stood, it wasn't difficult to see more people beginning to enter the lounge, instantly recognising those from the Artemis, including Jenny, Ed, along with a lot of unfamiliar faces. However, despite the circumstances, it was good to see a lot of people wanting to talk and socialise, as they came together to give their respects and remember as one. 
 
Her attention was still on the group that she was with, as Robin answered Tyra, before their Captain, acknowledged what had been said, along with a look towards Eli, at mention of the medical team during the last mission. Having been not only a part of it, Eli also appreciated what was said about how it could be overwhelming and the Captain's hope that it hadn't soured Robin's view of the Artemis.
 
Eli could understand with that sentiment, having now experienced several missions under Tyra's command and if she could stay, without giving up then, there was definitely hope for the nurse. This was further confirmed as Robin told Tyra about her thoughts on the mission. Smiling as she was mentioned, before adding. " Thank you, but I'm just glad that I was there to help and you did well".
 
When they were then joined by another Midshipman who it turned out, knew the violet haired Robin, Eli smiled as the two conversed, before Robin then proceeded to introduce her and Tyra to Julia.
 
Barely getting in her response to the newcomer with a " Pleased to meet you Julia" after Tyra, before another new person approached, with introductions of who she was and a apology for interrupting. Catching the Captain's second glance in her direction, regarding the reference to Jenny and returning it with one of slight puzzlement. However that didn't detract to much as Sothrick went on to explain about the black arm bands, listening as to the reason behind the gesture, before the Captain assured her that she would see to it that Cera would distribute them to those who would want one, after offering one to those she was with.
 
The security officer accepted it from Tyra, thinking it was nice idea and proceeded to place onto her arm, as Tyra then became distracted by something. It wasn't hard to see why and doubted that it would be the first time, that drinks were spilled. Although as the Captain returned her attention to them, could agree with the people watching aspect and found meaning in her words.
 
Noting where it was mainly directed too, but she was right, it was an opportunity to speak to and get to know other people, who you wouldn't necessarily get the chance to mingle with and would also make a point of doing that.
 
" I know what you mean and it is Tyra".  Even that sounded a little strange saying her first name, when it didn't happen often, but acknowledged, that times like this, it was understandable and familiar.
 
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#62 Lt (JG) Kit Frost

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Posted Star Date 22003.19 @ 13:27 (01:27 PM)

Everything seemed to shift, at once.

 

The conversation which had already taken a dip in, uncomfortable, had become even more so in a moment. Twisted by the Doctor's own discomfort of – something. Kit wasn't sure what it was, though, but something was bothering her. She could feel it, and Vari was right, her emotions tended to be very loud. Especially now that she was able to feel them more easily with the fact that she had labeled them mentally as belonging to the Doctor. Of course, the emotions she was used to feeling and picking up, were the ones that were the loudest and most pronounced. Many of the emotions on the ship would become background noise, but as external noises did – when a new one was heard it was especially evident. However, as you heard it more and more and it became commonplace it would fade into the background and sometimes you wouldn't even know it. That was how her own mental noises went. Right now Vari was quite loud, because she was new and very emotional. However, if they spent any real time together, Kit would feel it fade into the background unless sharp emotions began to be felt again.

 

Right now, panic, was what she was feeling from the doctor.

 

She wanted a drink, and she wanted it to be somewhere else. Kit rose her brow as the cat-like officer tried to comfort her, before he took off for a table that was unoccupied. She hadn't tried to get a feel on him, and the likelihood is, she probably wouldn't have been able to. There were some races that she couldn't latch onto, and honestly, she tried not to do that to other people anyway.

 

Black eyes shifted to the green skinned woman as she slid her arm through the other's and began to lead her to the bar. “Of course we can leave this place. We can take a stroll, if you want.  Anyone else want to come play with us?” she gave a shrug and asked the rest of the Ozaki just incase. The crew of the Ozaki had been extended an invitation which meant that they were most definitely allowed to go around and enjoy the beautiful ship, even though it had a lot of the ship that needed to be fixed up and patched, it was still a beautiful thing. The two girls got their drinks and headed for the door. Her eyes sought out Damian but he was already talking to someone else, someone beefy like him, so probably one of his officers.

 

~Taking my friend on a stroll. Don't go home with strangers.~

 

She could feel his mental smile brushing against her psyche as she and Toreen stepped out into the corridor together with only a drink in their hands. Kit thought about where she wanted to take Vari, there were a few spots, she didn't want to take her back to Quarters or anything like that. It would be weird and while she had no idea what Toreen's relationship status was it could be misconstrued. Kit remembered the Recreation Deck, a place filled with memories of Damian, but also, a good place to hang. So she began leading Toreen towards the turbolift, arm in arm.

 

“So now that I have Prince Charminged you out of there, want to tell me what made you need to disappear suddenly?”

 

==Tag Vari! and any others that want to come play!==



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Posted Star Date 22003.19 @ 14:57 (02:57 PM)

==Before the gathering ==

 

A flurry of strikes crashed into the faded heavy bag, the thumps and squealing of the chain echoing through the small gym, accompanied by deep breaths that disrupted the dust particles floating lazily through the air.

 

Eventually the thumps stopped, with the heavy breathing and high pitched jangling of the aggressively swinging of the bag predominating.

 

Juice wiped the sweat from her forehead with her shoulder, only to discover her shoulder was also covered. Breathing slow to attempt to slow her breath, she reached for her towel and water bottle, this time successfully drying the skin of her forehead.

 

There was a ping. [You asked to be reminded 30 minutes before the time of the gathering.]

 

Juice only nodded in response, her puffs of air finally slowing.

 

She was dreading this gathering, though there wasn’t any particular reason for it. She assumed it was her dislike of social interaction, though she was sure a more emotionally connected person might have more correctly attributed it to her guilt.

 

Oh yes, there was the guilt once again, though at least this time it wasn’t due to her own failure. It was due to her other least favorite state of being: uselessness.

 

If there was one thing Juice hated more than failure, it was being useless. Yes, she was infinitely content with the fact that the fleet had succeeded – somewhat miraculously – in their mission.

 

One of the reasons Juice had chosen to become a security officer was the up-close action – not to mention the fact that pretty much all of the skills she’d developed since childhood were only really applicable to this particular field.

 

So, with the large-scale action the crew – and the fleet – had experienced during this last mission, Juice had found herself lacking. Her skills had been useless. And she was very aware of this fact.

 

First she’d failed, which had been directly related to this battle, and then she hadn’t even participated in the battle itself.

 

And now she didn’t want to appear in front of these people, who had lost so greatly even if the outcome had been positive, knowing that she’d really done nothing to help during this whole endeavor. Sure she’d done what she was told. But that felt hallow, especially with all the heroism and suffering that had happened around her.

 

She clenched her fist, fighting the frustration, and a sudden sting made her glance down. She’d apparently cut her knuckles during her bag session. For a moment she stared at it, a tightness forming in the pit of her stomach.

She was doing it again.

 

Instead of dwelling on her feelings of inadequacy and frustration, she was taking it out on her body. She could feel it in the sore muscles, in the way her legs was slightly shaking, in the way the fatigue that had been building for the past few days from over-exercising and lack of sleep seemed to seep into her bones.

 

Up until now, she had ignored it. She could explain away the excessive working out as training for the next mission. She was going to be better so that she could actually apply her skills. She would be stronger, she would get faster.

 

But now there was external proof that she was going too far. The slight droplets of blood gathering framed by the gentle swelling of the bruise showed her that.

 

After a few moments of internal deliberation, she shook her head in response to a question no one asked.

 

She would definitely deal with this later. She would. But right now she had to make an appearance at the gathering of the ships.

 

Silently she gathered her things to head out to get changed.

 

Later.

 

“End simulation.”

 

== The gathering ==

 

As far as she had been informed the only dress code had been “not in uniform.” While Juice didn’t entirely trust this statement, the screaming of her muscles had restricted her desire to change into anything too complicated. Ultimately her outfit consisted of a pair of leggings, a tank top, and a jacket. She hadn’t had time to fix her hand, so her jacket – having longer sleeves – served the dual purpose of hiding the temporary binding and hiding the subtle shaking of her tired muscles.

 

The general tension that developed in her body as she entered the space didn’t help anything. She was immediately uncomfortable thanks to the number of people in attendance, and the woman glanced around attempting to locate a friendly face.

 

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#64 LCdr Vari Toreen

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Posted Star Date 22003.19 @ 15:26 (03:26 PM)

“So now that I have Prince Charminged you out of there, want to tell me what made you need to disappear suddenly?”

 

Vari leaned against the wall in the turbolift when they got there, and she let out a breath. “There was an Orion woman in there,” she stated simply. She pinched the bridge of her nose and shook her head. She could feel shame starting to creep in. It was stupid, being so scared of her father’s people. Still, she couldn’t help it. For years, that had been the bane of her life, and it still was, even with her inhibitor.

 

“Just. There’s one type of Orion woman, in my experience. If you’re born and raised there, you know your role. My aunts were. They don’t talk about it to outsiders, but the women are in charge. Pheromones give them that power,” she sighed, shaking her head. “I was… God. I don’t know. A teenager, anyway. Puberty kicked in, which sucks anyway, but my body didn’t quite know what to do. There were two sides of myself fighting. And when those started, I couldn’t stop them. We were isolated. It took a little too long for the inhibitor to come. And I never quite got over the glazed looks people gave me when I spoke to them. I could have told them to do anything. They would’ve.”

 

Boys with their eyes focused on her, totally dazed. She could’ve snapped her fingers. Do as I say, do what I want. They would have.

 

And that had brought shame. It still brought shame. And she’d just told this woman everything, pretty much, while barely knowing her.

 

I’ve never done that.

 

She scratched the back of her neck, and then gave the woman a shrug, “Sad story of my life. Anyway, I don’t react well to other Orions. I barely speak to my own father, let alone anyone else.”

 

==Tag==



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Posted Star Date 22003.19 @ 19:19 (07:19 PM)

Peter did know all too well what Ramius was talking about. He stopped short of saying  "Yeah, I wonder if I hadn't had to blow Ninestein's brains out", because that would have likely soured the mood quite a bit. So he merely nodded, and followed along with the younger officer's explanation and statements. For some reason - he could not exactly say why, though it was likely that the shared experience which he did not care to remember had something to do with it - he realized that he was not entirely fond of the man's company.
Not that he disliked Ramius, at all. That was not the case. But his presence brought back memories that he would rather keep quiet for the moment, thank you very much.

 

So when they parted with another firm handshake, Peter turned his attention towards his own crewmates. He moved over to where he saw several of his own people gathered. Once again, he didn't intrude upon their conversation, but merely listened to what was going on.
He had to stop himself from rolling his eyes when he saw Sothrick pass out armbands. He knew better than most here - or so he felt - what had happened and what they'd lost, but this seemed....off and vaguely juvenile. He knew enough to stop himself from doing that, though. If for no other reason than that he'd like to maintain the decent rapport he'd recently developed with the Lt. He did not make a move to take one, though.


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Posted Star Date 22003.19 @ 20:45 (08:45 PM)

The room was slowly getting more crowded. Jason himself didn't have a problem with crowds, other than to kind of zone out from time to time if he was not directly being spoken to. He did finish up conversations here and there, and even shared a smile with Edward Gregg about the Ticonderoga. But, overall, he had kind of just become a fly on the wall for the most part.

 

Other conversations continued, and Jason decided to get up and move around, maybe talk to some other people, as his crew was beginning to branch out and speak to others. So, he decided to do the same. A few people came to mind, namely Tyra and Jenny, though Tyra was wrapped up in a group, and Jenny definitely seemed like she wanted to be left alone for the moment. Jason respected that, and would approach her when he felt she would be more inclined to speak with people. That, and he was pretty sure she was going to want to discuss Midshipman Zhodaar's actions with Jason.

 

After a few moments, his eyes landed on two people he could definitely speak to. One was Commander Serran Zan. He remembered when she was a Midshipman aboard the Ticonderoga in the Tactical Department. He could also remember the simulation the two had run on the Holodeck for training purposes. Of course, she had ended up transferring shortly thereafter, but was now a Commander and had her own ship. Well, had was definitely the term, as she, Jason, and Colso had all lost their ships. But, with how she lead the Magellan, there was no doubt in Jason's minds that she would get another ship.

 

The other person was Judora "Juice" Claymore. She had been Chief of Security on the Avenger when Jason was First Officer, and they partook in a mission to an asteroid. He remembered the mission, though details were still kind of fuzzy for him. Most likely due to the affects the Orion woman there had had on him. He was surprised that she was only an Ensign, though had heard something about her leaving Star Fleet for a while (though if it was from the injuries she sustained during the mission, he wasn't sure).

 

Shortly, though, Zan was joined by others, so Jason opted to head towards Claymore. Upon approaching, he cleared his throat.

 

"It's good to see you again," he said.

 

==Tag Claymore==



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Posted Star Date 22003.20 @ 01:53 (01:53 AM)

The conversational prospects were not looking good. There were plenty of people at the gathering, but through the throngs Juice didn’t see any she really felt she wanted to speak to. Juice considered just leaving, going back to the gym to workout – no, she had to go get her hand looked and then she had to go home and rest. She was going to take care of herself.

 

As she made one last glance around the room, Juice was suddenly aware of someone approaching and could tell by the intent in their motion that they intended to speak with her. She braced for the conversation, worried about the pleasantries she was going to have to make.

 

Part of her hoped it was Braggins or Crawford, but even as she hoped she knew it couldn’t be. She knew their footfalls and their stance. This person was different. But somehow familiar? This lead her to assume it was someone from her crew.

 

She turned, expecting to greet a fellow crew member.

 

She was not entirely wrong.

 

“It’s good to see you again.” They were simple words. And yet, as she took in the familiar voice and face she froze.

 

Simmons.

 

She hadn’t seen him since… Her mind flashed to the base, the mystery, the Orion woman.

 

Her artificial eye seemed to burn for a moment, and she resisted the urge to reach up and touch it, to touch the scars still visible around her eye.

 

The doctors had said it might bother her sometimes, and that it was purely psychosomatic: neither the prosthetic nor the scar should be able to cause her pain.

 

Up until this point, it hadn’t. She’d decided it was because she was stronger than that. That she’d worked hard to heal herself physical and mentally so she could get back to work.

 

And yet, here she was, looking into the face of a colleague, suddenly triggered.

 

Why was she reacting this way? She hadn’t had the same reaction to Braggins, or Crawford or any of the other number of people she’d seen from the Gettysburg. She didn’t have any negative memories of the man.

 

Was he the last friendly face I saw? The thought was fleeting, but it bothered her.

 

Somehow – probably the years of training and the general muted experience of emotion – she managed to keep her face straight through all of this. To anyone observing it might have looked like she was taking a moment to remember who the man was.

 

She settled herself, and finally mustered up a smile. “Simmons. How have you been?”

 

In the end she found she truly couldn’t figure out what about his was triggering her.

 

But for some reason, she could feel a burning behind her eye, digging its way through her skull, mimicking the route of the phaser.

 

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#68 Lt (JG) Alec Riley

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Posted Star Date 22003.20 @ 02:16 (02:16 AM)

Alec looked down at the officer's hand and then back up at their face. Who do you think you are? Alec stared the officer down, losing control of what little grasp he had remaining on his temper that had been building ever since he stepped foot on the bridge of the Magellan. Instinctively he puffed his chest out and clenched his jaw. He wasn't in a mood for pleasantries and he certainly wasn't in a mood for apologizing for something that wasn't his fault. I don't even know why I bothered coming here. Nothing but busybody career types patting each other on the back for a job well done when they didn't accomplish a damn thing. He didn't want to drink and socialize. He either wanted to fight someone or be left alone. 

 

"Are you alright, Riley? I can get you another coffee if you like, should be something at the bar or a replicator?"

 

Tess' voice broke his glare away from the officer. She was trying to keep from laughing but her body betrayed her. With each word a giggle tried to escape or her body seized up attempting to keep from laughing. If it had been any other person he would have snapped at them but her? He took a deep breath and let the tension go. The two of them had been through something two midshipmen straight from the Academy had no business walking away from. She could rob him blind and he'd stop her only to tell her that she had left something behind by mistake. 

 

"Yeah, that would be fine, Tess. Lead the way." 

 

He could feel himself getting almost sheepish now. Perhaps embarrassed by how quickly his temper flared or just the light, casual nature Tess carried. He was jealous of that. Some people can walk into a room and brighten it up as if they were a shining star. She was a star though. Got the last few hits on the Borg, ran down to the Transporter room and helped beam back the first infiltration team. If anyone on the Magellan was a hero it was her. All he did was tear up a ship that people had a strong emotional attachment to. 

 

"Haven't got any burns from that coffee have you? Can be quite hot.."

 

With her attention away from him, Alec glared at the officer again. They had no clue just how close they had been to getting their jaw broken and he wanted to make sure they would remember that moving forward. Was it petty? Yes. Was it immature? Absolutely. Those were his feelings though. He didn't care if every Betazoid in the lounge could sense it. They were true, sincere, and raw. 

 

"They're fine." 

 

 

 

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Edited by Mid Alec Riley, Star Date 22003.20 @ 02:32 (02:32 AM).


#69 Lt (JG) Nathan Ramius {Coleman}

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Posted Star Date 22003.20 @ 03:30 (03:30 AM)

She knew. The way Nathan had said his words, Jenny knew he was lying about her appearance. So, when she snorted and shook her head before smiling, it wasn’t exactly the reaction he was expecting when he had asked her to have a drink with him. In all honesty, the security officer had considered she might just punch him in the face. Instead, Braggins seemed to be up for a shot with Nathan, which brought back a series of memories, mental images, and sensations, of a similar situation that had occurred on Bishtavrath.

 

Wait… what have I done?

 

It was far too late. Jenny was already reaching over, grabbing something from the other side. Whatever it was that she was grabbing, surely it was going to be strong. For as long as Nathan had known Jennifer, there were a few things he knew about her that were certainly fact: she didn’t pull punches, she didn’t mince words, and she drank like it were a sport. And an athlete she was at it. Though, her heritage did help Jenny significantly, and it was also probably the reason why she drank the way she did.

 

“Wha-what the **** is… is that… is that?” the words blurted out of his mouth when he saw the bottle of bluish liquid.

 

“Don't ask where Orrin got it, he took the good stuff with him when he disembarked at Pioneer…”

 

A deep frown furled up Nathan’s forehead as he watched Jennifer pour, not just a little, but a sizable amount into two glasses.

 

“And yes, drinking it is an order, illegal or not."

 

An Ode to Nathan Ramius: Thusly Thou Art Witless…

 

In the back of Nathan’s head, there was a screaming voice that was completely pissed at him for all the decisions that had been made to lead up to the point he found himself in. That same voice was equally upset by the fact that Ramius now seriously considered drinking the stuff with Jenny. It was illegal, and for good reason. Worse, the young man didn’t have the same heightened bodily functions that the Commander’s did. A shot of that for her would probably be nothing. A shot of it for him however…

 

"A toast: to screwing up, and hopefully surviving with an intact career!"

 

Those words gave Nathan pause. The frown came down, and a smile crept up onto his lips. It was funny, in a way, to hear Jenny say those words. Funnier still that they resonated with Ramius. So far, his entire career had been Sisyphean in nature. Except, instead of a boulder, Nathan’s task was more akin to pushing a flaming hay bale up a hill. Which, when pushed to the top, rolled back down, leaving a trail of incendiary threads that Nathan was forced to pickup and return to the bale before repeating his task. Hearing Jenny feel the same way, from someone who was so… ‘perfect’ for lack of a better word, made the woman seem more human. In fact, it was one of several examples that he had seen that highlighted her humanity, in the little time he’d spent in Braggins’ presence.

 

With a resigned sigh, but still with a smile, he raised his glass,

 

“To screwing up and surviving.”

 

Putting glass to lips, he imbibed the bluish liquid. Swallowing it down, waiting little time for the stuff to linger, Nathan’s head tilted back to level and considered the now empty vessel he held aloft.

 

“That wasn’t that…”

 

He froze. A bit of his face contorted.

 

My throat…

 

“It…it… it’s good…” he lied, again.

 

Turning around quickly, Nathan hope to hide his face from Jenny a little bit as he placed the empty glass down. Thankfully the bartender arrived with his other drink, a Brandy Old Fashioned, to which Ramius immediately took a gulp from.

 

I’m going to get drunk quickly at this rate.

 

The cool, soothing brandy went into his mouth, but seemed to paused at Nathan’s throat.

 

Don’t panic… don’t cough… just let things settle…

 

It took a few moments, but finally he was able to swallow the chaser, even if his eyes were nearly watering. Turning back to face Jenny, and despite the fire in his throat, there was still a smile on his face.

 

“Thank you, for that,” he managed to say, hopeful that his voice didn’t sound too off, “and for the toast.”

 

Despite everything between the two of them, Nathan and Jenny, along with the sometimes not-so-subtle animosity, he wanted to reach out to her. None of what happened during the attack was Jenny’s fault, and it certainly seemed like the woman was taking the results directly on the chin. There were so many variables, the majority of which were not things that Braggins herself controlled, that had led to their outcome. Nathan wasn’t sure what others had thought of the odds of success at the beginning. But, with the wisdom of hindsight, Ramius considered that they had been lucky that anyone was here, alive, to have a drink.

 

“I’m probably the last person you want to talk to things about. In fact, I’m pretty sure. But if there is one person who understands ******* up and still having a career to go back to, it is this guy.”

 

Could you think of what you say, before you say it, Nathan? That sounded incredibly… well, lame.

 

“So, if you want to chat… I mean, not right now but… later. Anyway, let me know.”

 

Taking a more measured sip of his drink, he studied Jenny as he waited for her response, while a tingling sensation hit his brain.

 

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#70 Lt Tess T'Relia

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Posted Star Date 22003.20 @ 14:25 (02:25 PM)

As Tess spoke, Riley appeared to clench his jaw, looking down at the officer's hand and then back into their face. Tess wasn't able to sense peoples feelings, but she had a good enough understanding that Riley was angry, probably the whole coffee spilling thing was causing a bit too much tension.

 

Once Tess finished speaking, Riley looked towards her. Trying to hide her laughter obviously wasn't doing her any favours at the moment, but he appeared soften up, taking a deep breath and letting any anger get out of him, at least from what Tess could tell.

 

"Yeah, that would be fine, Tess. Lead the way." 

 

Just before Tess walked back over to the bar where she had been previously, she asked the officer if he was okay, she didn't want to see anyone burnt. Riley glared at the officer again, clearly there would be some bad feelings there for some time. 

 

"They're fine."  Riley said.

 

"Alright, if you say so." Tess said, gently. She gave the officer a polite nod before moving back over towards the bar.

 

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Posted Star Date 22003.20 @ 19:25 (07:25 PM)

Ramius had paused before drinking, which was telling in itself. He had then downed the entire glass of Romulan Ale in one gulp, which was not how it was meant to be consumed; Jenny could get away with it, her metabolism and experience had given her some resistance to the burning sensation and the extreme alcoholic content, but Ramius was Human and if he wasn't careful, would be seeing double before long.

 

“That wasn’t that…It…it… it’s good…” Ramius lied.
 
Jenny had to try and keep herself from laughing; for all Nathan Ramius had had a stick up his posterior since the moment they had met, now he was vulnerable and trying to retain his composure and that was the most entertaining thing Jenny had seen since she'd tried to get a young Midshipman Crystillin drunk back on the old Avenger. The chaser would stop the burning sensation in Ramius' throat and stomach, but long-term he'd be needing a glass of water or seven before the evening was over.
 
“Thank you, for that, and for the toast.” 
 
Poor guy sounded awful.
 
“I’m probably the last person you want to talk to things about. In fact, I’m pretty sure. But if there is one person who understands ******* up and still having a career to go back to, it is this guy. So, if you want to chat… I mean, not right now but… later. Anyway, let me know.”
 
Jenny nodded and patted Ramius on the shoulder as she refilled her own glass. Something was occurring behind them between Aitrus Colso and an angry-looking newcomer, the Orion woman had gone to intervene, then began to return alone, leaving the two men to themselves. It almost looked as though the younger man was squaring off against Colso, and part of Jenny wanted to see whether he would put testosterone before career or not. Unfortunately for her own sense of entertainment, Colso had been through enough, and someone would have to defuse the situation before it got out of control.
 
I guess as hostess, that should be me...
 
"Keep an eye open, Nathan. I might need you to catch a flying lunkhead in a minute or so..."
 
Reaching back over the bar and grabbing two more glasses, Jenny poured a generous measure in each and carefully held the three as she moved away to the bar and towards the squaring-off officers. With a smile that was as broad and toothy (revealing sharp fangs) as it was forced, Jenny nodded politely to Colso.
 
"Good to see you, Captain. I was only a small child when I was on the Philadelphia, but she was a tough little ship. She'll be missed. Drink?"
 
She offered a glass to Colso, before turning to the aggrieved and irate-looking man in front of him. 
 
"I see you've made a friend as well. Drink?"
 
Though Riley was considerably taller than her diminutive five foot two, she stood her ground and extended the clean glass filled with semitransparent blue liquid. For his own good, Jenny hoped he accepted the drink and calmed down.

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#72 Capt Aitrus Colso {Elias}

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Posted Star Date 22003.20 @ 21:51 (09:51 PM)

The anger coming off of the other officer was almost palpable, despite Aitrus' attempts to keep the tone light. He watched as the man drew himself up taller, and his jaw clenched. What fresh hell is this? he thought as he stood up, having finished cleaning up the mess he'd made. Well, the coffee, at least. Evidently, this man didn't want the apology he had offered for his honest mistake.

 

Aitrus quirked an eyebrow, his golden eyes getting a little dimmer as he prepared for whatever happened. Just because he wasn't going to fight this man didn't mean that an attack wasn't going to come his way, and over the years he'd unfortunately picked up a bit of skill in that realm. He still wasn't good at it, but he could defend himself, especially from an enraged opponent. He let his arms hang loosely, but kept a smile on his face and his hands open, trying to emphasize that he wasn't trying to do anything rash and hoping his younger maybe-opponent would do likewise.

 

Fortunately, another person - an Orion woman, oddly enough - arrived and seemed to defuse the situation quickly. "Are you alright, Riley?" she asked. "I can get you another coffee if you like, should be something at the bar or a replicator?" He watched as the tension crept slowly from the other officer's - Riley, evidently - body, and thanked the Lord above for that. Tyra would hate it if I started a fight at her party. He thought for a second more, and corrected himself. Cera would hate it, and Samantha would kill me. Tyra would laugh her *** off.

 

Riley replied to her - Tess, apparently - and they spoke for a moment more, making sure he was okay. Which was fine, as far as the older officer was concerned - he was soaked, but hadn't been hurt. Fortunately, his own "savior" arrived about then, as well, as Jenny Braggins walked up, a pair of glasses in one hand. The pale blue liquid was at once ominous and inviting, and he could smell the kali-fal even as she held the glasses.

 

"Good to see you, Captain," she said. "I was only a small child when I was on the Philadelphia, but she was a tough little ship. She'll be missed. Drink?"

 

"Definitely," he replied, and took a cup of the proffered Romulan Ale, though he knew he would regret it soon. He raised a quick salute to his lost ship, and took a sip of his own as she turned towards Riley. Fortunately, she turned to Riley as he fought with the drink's after effects, though he was sure she saw them anyway.

 

"I see you've made a friend as well," she said. "Drink?"

 

Aitrus smiled at the man, noting that Jenny was set and ready for most anything - a far cry from the little girl he had once known, but not that surprising given her father. He also noted that the Orion woman had turned and begun walking away, and simply nodded. "If you want, we'd be more than happy to sit and talk; a warzone like this is always hard, no matter the age of the warrior. Maybe we can be helpful, maybe not; maybe you can help us figure out some things, as well. Either way, I hope you find some comfort about those we've lost." He winked at the younger man. "And tell the barkeep to get you a cup of the Ka'huai blend; it's kept me going through many a stressful time."

 

He waved towards Jenny and pointed towards a free table nearby where they could talk for a minute. He gave Riley a grin and a roll of his shoulders, telling him he was welcome to join if he so chose. He also shot a grateful look at the Orion at the bar, and wondered for a brief moment what her story was before they got to the table and he sat down, settling his ale on the table before him, and waited to see who would show up.

 

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#73 Capt Jason Simmons

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Posted Star Date 22003.20 @ 22:40 (10:40 PM)

==I figured why not. Lol==

 

There was a moment where Claymore didn't respond. At first, Jason wasn't sure what it was. Was she recalling the last time they had truly worked together? It could have been, but her face gave nothing away. Maybe she was trying to recall the man? These thoughts went through Jason's head before the response finally came.

 

“Simmons. How have you been?” she finally smiled to Jason. Jason returned the smile.

 

"I've been well," he responded, before his countenance fell. "All things considered, anyway. And, please. This is an informal setting. You can call me Jason." Note to self: re-remind my crew of that....especially Jensen. "What about yourself?" He knew the question was dodgy at best, but, to be honest, it was pretty obvious that the meaning did not refer to recent events.

 

Once he got her initial response, he gestured to one of the empty tables.

 

"Shall we sit?"

 

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Posted Star Date 22003.21 @ 02:40 (02:40 AM)

Tess had tried to pull him away from this and he should've listened. Now he was in a stand-off that wasn't going to be any easier to deescalate. He could read it on the other man's face and knew that he had pushed it too far already. The officer had no interest in a fight and if Alec pursued one then he was the jerk in all of this. It was terrible to think but the other man giving him an excuse to break his nose would have been the easiest way for him out of this. Alec's fists curled subconsciously. 

 

I shouldn't have come. This was a mistake. 

 

A woman approached them, a friend of the other officer's by the looks of it. She didn't address him or the situation that he and her friend were in. She either knew exactly what she was walking into or she was oblivious but he was betting on the former. There was something about the tone of her voice... 

 

"I see you've made a friend as well. Drink?" 

 

He studied her and almost immediately recognized the posture of another fighter... a confident fighter. He had the height, weight, and reach advantage over her, but she didn't seem to take any of that into consideration with her subtle challenge to him. Was it arrogance or experience? People love to cite David and Goliath as well as the phrase "the bigger they are the harder they fall", but those people had never been in a real fight. All the experience in the world won't help you in a fight against a larger opponent. He almost wanted to call her out on it.... just to see what would happen... but no. He wasn't afraid of losing a fight. Losing helps you grow. He caught himself looking back to the bar where Tess had walked back to, presumably waiting for him. 

 

Tess would never forgive me if I keep escalating this... 

 

"If you want, we'd be more than happy to sit and talk; a warzone like this is always hard, no matter the age of the warrior. Maybe we can be helpful, maybe not; maybe you can help us figure out some things, as well. Either way, I hope you find some comfort about those we've lost." 

 

There it was - confirmation. Alec was the jerk in all of this. He had walked into a social gathering amongst friends with a chip on his shoulder and a hair trigger. All they wanted was to drink and wind down from a brutal encounter with an old enemy. Then he walks in trying to pick fights with the first person who gave him an excuse to. Alec closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting all that anger and frustration change directions and point at himself. He could absorb it. He'd been beating himself up for years. Alec nodded his head at his fellow fighter, an attempt at a sign that he was yielding in all of this. 

 

"And tell the barkeep to get you a cup of the Ka'huai blend; it's kept me going through many a stressful time." 

 

The man walked to a table, giving him an open invitation to join. As he disengaged the conversation it just sunk in that the woman had referred to him as "Captain." Though he had never been intimidated by rank, Alec knew the man deserved an apology at the very least. Captain or not, this entire situation had been his fault. Alec turned back towards Tess and held up a hand, waving her over once she got the chance before he moved towards the table. Alec stood straight at attention, giving the man respect he had not previously been shown. 

 

"Sir, I'd like to apologize for my behavior. You nor anyone else here deserves to put up with that level of behavior from anyone who has graduated from the Academy, Captain."

 

 

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Posted Star Date 22003.21 @ 13:38 (01:38 PM)

"Tyra that is some good advice. I haven't made any friends on Ozaki yet since I gotten assigned it yet. I am happy that I had a chance to serve and work on it when I did. Yes I am in medical I've studied counseling and Psychology since I was in my teens." Julia said to Tyra.

Julia studied everyone at the table and through out the whole room to get a good fix on everything. At least no one asked about her past yet. She was waiting for someone to ask something about her past. Even she had a difficult time talking about her past she still talk about it.

I've always enjoyed being at parties since they take my mind off of the past. Damn some people people need to looking at me like I'm going to break down and cry over the lost of a single ship since I've handled the loss of a younger sister. That was the hardest thing that I've went through.

"I haven't met the captain yet since I had to report to the Commanding Officer over the medical. And once I got there I've been so busy that I don't eat or sleep much. I'm happy that I've met some friends at the academy when I did. I don't mind being on a different ship cause I know that we'll see each other again eventually. I am from the 5th house of Betazed. My mother would not let me forget while I grew up on back on Betazed. And thank you for introducing me Robin." Julia said.

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#76 Capt Aitrus Colso {Elias}

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Posted Star Date 22003.21 @ 14:48 (02:48 PM)

Aitrus sighed as he sat down, putting his glass on the table. He felt the tension leave his body, a tension he hadn't quite realized was there at the time, and realized he was getting old. He chuckled, remembering one time as a young ensign when he'd gotten caught in the middle of a bar brawl on Bravo. He hadn't thrown more than a punch or two in his escape, but it still wasn't something he was used to doing anymore. The most energetic I get these days is playing with Lily, he thought, and wondered what his wife and daughter were doing right now.

 

He looked down at his watch, and realized that they were probably reading a story as Lily went to sleep. That was what he missed most, really: just spending time with her. He knew that what he was doing was worthwhile, what needed doing, and he knew that he still got to spend time at home; he'd had a fairly comfy gig, doing protection for Pioneer. With his family there on the station, he'd been able to spend quite a bit of time with them, and even before when he was doing patrols of the home systems, he'd been able to spend long stretches at home between patrols.

 

For a brief moment, he wondered if the destruction of the Philadelphia was a blessing in disguise. Sure, it had been his home for much of his adult life, and it was still a blow he wasn't going to heal from anytime soon. But maybe it's time to move on? he wondered. Maybe I should go back to civilian service, so I can be with my family. From what Samantha had told him, teenage girls could be a terror, and they would need to work together even more so now than they had before.

 

He shook his head and grabbed his drink again, even though it hadn't been on the table for more than a moment. That's a conversation for later, he thought, knowing there had been a lot unspoken in his last conversation with his wife. There's enough to deal with here. And speaking of...

 

He had been curious who would join him, but fortunately it didn't take long for that particular question to be answered. The young Riley walked up to the table and drew himself up to a rigid attention. "Sir, I'd like to apologize for my behavior. You nor anyone else here deserves to put up with that level of behavior from anyone who has graduated from the Academy, Captain."

 

Aitrus chuckled and waved him at ease. "Riley - I'm sorry, I didn't catch if that's your first or last name - it's fine. We're all on edge, and this isn't an official event. We're just people here, not captain and..." He eyed the young man appraisingly for a moment. "I'm going to guess this was your first mission, wasn't it?" He sighed and stood up again.

 

"If that's so, I'm very sorry," he said, briefly setting a hand on his shoulder before dropping it. "No one should have this be their introduction to the fleet. Hopefully you had a better experience this time than I did when I was in your shoes twenty years ago, during the last Borg invasion." He sighed, shaking his head and sitting back down. "Of course, I was just a scientist, and had very little that I could actually do to contribute to the battle. Hopefully you at least had a little more agency in the course of this than I did then."

 

He looked back up at the young man. "If you'd like, I can tell the tale for you, but there's no apology necessary. I'm the one who bumped into you, so don't fret too much. Just try and relax, is my only suggestion." He chuckled again. "Easier said than done, I know, but it's all we can do, now. Because if we don't let it out and relax, the stress will do even worse than the Borg did." He looked over at Jenny and smiled. "Just ask her father; he was a younger man than you when I first met him, and now he's a grizzled veteran of an Admiral who looks older than I am. He should never have taken the Admiralty, at least for his own health."

 

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#77 Capt Tyra Crawford

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Posted Star Date 22003.21 @ 16:38 (04:38 PM)

== Lieutenant Cera Morgan - Quartermaster/Yeoman/Yenta/Topic of Her Own Rumor Mill Extraordinaire ==
 
Ben's opening line was met with a loud, overly dramatic sigh from the blonde as she pushed her hair out of her face and shot the engineer a good natured glare. It lacked the withering quality she had learned from the boss and honestly, she wasn't able to maintain it for long when Ben was trying to fight back a smile himself. "Calculated error... what can I say? I'm not perfect... where have you been hiding?"
 
"Sorry, I was down in engineering... looking over a couple of things," he said, his answer holding a hesitance that she picked up like a bloodhound on the trail. He might have noticed how her dark eyes narrowed for just a fraction of a second before forcing herself to relax as he modeled his t-shirt for her. "This gonna be okay, or do I need to go in and change?"
 
She started to reach out to trace the logo, an rather subconscious action in all honesty as she hadn't seen the Getty logo in person in what felt like ages even if it hadn't been all that long since they were on that legend of a ship. She was just opening her mouth to comment that while she'd prefer a button down, he was still miles ahead of Jenny and in a close tie with Tyra level of dressiness and if she was going to let Jenny go dressed one notch above a homeless man, she couldn't complain about his tribute to their old home but she stopped as his gaze went over her head, focusing on someone behind her.
 
In any other situation, Cera would have loved for Kate Whitby to be the person stumble across a tidbit of interesting information -- the little redheaded engineer was a talker for sure and Cera, on more than one occasion, had utilized that to her benefit. However, the thing about Whitby was that she was typically fairly reliable, which was why her tales tended to reach every corner of the ship with help from her motor mouth, and that was why she was the last person Cera wanted coming around the corner with Cera standing outside Ben's quarters with her hand hovering between them and both of them in civvies. Now, Cera absolutely had understood the feeling of absolute mortified dread Tyra had always felt when she'd read one of those horrible FNN gossip columns centered around her and her husband -- Cera had always found them immensely hilarious, especially at how outlandish they were, but now, she was getting a taste of her own medicine. The damage control was going to be epic...
 
What she didn't understand was why Ben was essentially dying of laughter, his hand on her shoulder to hold him up as he heaved out laugh after laugh, when he was the one normally mortified by such things. One again, Cera found that she just didn't understand Human emotion, especially because the emotions coming off of him didn't quite equate to laughter. Maybe, this was the beginning of his total break from sanity or maybe, he had finally gotten over his hang ups about members of the opposite sex. OR maybe, he was drunk. 
 
He seemed sober... I mean he's basically a functioning alcoholic but not that functioning...
 
"Y'know that this means the Captain will be calling you Mr. Morgan next time you see her, right? Because even I can't keep her from hearing about this..." she commented as she shifted to allow him to lean against the wall without banging into it. Her hands were on her hips as she looked at him, still cackling away like a teenage girl, and she shook her head. "Are you drunk? Is that what this giggle fit is?"
 
There was no answer and she honestly wasn't even sure that he had heard her as he began to slid down the wall, his gaze not quite with her or maybe, even here. It took less than a second to recognize that particular look - she'd seen it from Jenny after Ryla and from Tyra after the rogue planet, amongst other situations for both. She'd seen it in numerous people following the battle for Tellar and again, after the destruction of the Avenger. She knew that look and she instantly knew what this really was. 
 
That was why she was already crouched down when his laughter turned to sobs only a second or two later. Her hands quickly curled around his shoulders, a tight grip as his face fell into his hands and sobs shook him. ,
 
"I..." he stuttered, his words muffled into his hands but still understandable. "I couldn't even get close to them. I was afraid that if I hit them, with the radiation damage... I thought they would just... fall apart..."
 
She didn't think twice about letting her hands slid off his shoulders to pull him towards her as she let herself slid down the bulkhead in a very un-ladylike way. Oh, he would probably be mortified that she was essentially holding him in the middle of the corridor and she wouldn't enjoy the rumors that would likely spiral even more out of control. However, he was her friend, who she cared for immensely, and if he needed a hug in the middle of the corridor, he got it.  He wasn't the first officer to breakdown in public in the last few days and he wouldn't be the last but he was one that she could personally help.
 
And she was sure she could stir up some sort of drama to get this off the top of the rumor mill in less than a week.
 
"I know. You did the best you could and I know that doesn't feel like much right now but it was everything," she said, shifting so she could lean her head against the side of his. "I'm just..." She hummed slightly. "I'm... I'm just glad that you're still here but I'm really proud that you went in there and kept us in one piece. I don't know if it means much but I am really proud of you -- for volunteering for Voltaire, even though I think you're an idiot for doing it, and for running into Engineering. And for not losing anymore of my damn equipment," the last was said with a little bit of a teasing lilt, her arms squeezing him ever so slightly. 
 
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#78 Capt Tyra Crawford

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Posted Star Date 22003.21 @ 17:13 (05:13 PM)

In years past, there might have been the slightest of nose crinkles when Troy explained that she was a counselor, a position that Tyra had spent a great deal of time avoiding, along with general medical practitioners of all shades. Admittedly, despite her recent reluctant acceptance that counseling was necessary to healthily cope with the horrors that seemed to stalk her, she still avoided doctors like the plague and tended to avoid most counselors that she didn't know. Fortunately, neither Mayfair or Troy had made any attempts to diagnose or assess her -- she couldn't be blamed for the chaos such an attempt would cause, especially right now.
 
"I haven't met the captain yet since I had to report to the Commanding Officer over the medical. And once I got there I've been so busy that I don't eat or sleep much. I'm happy that I've met some friends at the academy when I did. I don't mind being on a different ship cause I know that we'll see each other again eventually. I am from the 5th house of Betazed. My mother would not let me forget while I grew up on back on Betazed. And thank you for introducing me Robin."
 
Tyra smiled. "Captain Simmons is a very good captain and I'm sure you'll have plenty of chances to meet him in the future," she said. "This wasn't exactly a normal first cruise for any of you midshipman so we will have to strive to put some normalcy back into it," she said, looking from Troy to Mayfair. 
 
"I need to schedule sit downs with all of the reporting officers that will be remaining aboard the Artemis following our return to Pioneer so bear with me as I sort through those but we will most definitely have a sit down before launch," she said with a warm smile, circling back to the young woman's request to check in properly. What she probably didn't realize is that Tyra did very few things properly, especially if she was going to be overwhelmed with meetings of one sort or another.
 
And then, she looked at Eli. "And I will likely be trying to check in with all of the more senior junior officers to make sure that we have everything in place to help anyone struggle and identify them. Now is our chance to curb any lasting damage -- I've learned that first hand," she said to the security officer, the last portion a little somber.
 
She took a sip of her drink, noting that she'd worked it down to virtually a couple drops over the course of their discussion, as her blue eyes shifted around the room, taking note of the different movements of those she needed to catch up with and noting the arrival of some more unexpectedly familiar faces. Jenny and Aitrus seemed to have corralled the young man Aitrus had run into to a table and if it weren't for the body language of the two she knew well, she'd be worried there was an issue that needed to be shut down. Jason had seemingly found Juice, who she hadn't realized had arrived. And she now noted Sothrick himself near the bar with the group she had seen Jason with earlier, that she had to assume were Ozaki crewmembers. She couldn't remember the last time she had seen or been able to speak to her former crewmate and she mentally added him to the list of those she needed to catch before this wrapped up.
 
With a sigh, she looked down at her now empty glass and then, over at the bar. She definitely needed to refill if she was going to continue the rounds and honestly, it was never good to force her presence on her officers for too long -- she always felt like there was an obligation for them to put up with her, which was probably why she would always feel more comfortable with those she knew well on a personal level. Hopefully, that would eventually include Miss Mayfair, assuming she managed to stick with the rough pace of the crew long enough.
 
"Alright, guys I will leave you each to mingling while I go find myself a new drink. Julia and Robin, it was wonderful to meet both of you. And Eli, always a pleasure -- give Will a kiss from me," she said with a smile and a raise of the glass to all three of them before excusing herself towards the bar.
 
It took some winding to get to the bar, which meant this was a success on some level at least. Whether it was a coincidence or not, she ended up walking up to the bar next to Ramius, her hand clasping his shoulder as she leaned in close. "Where did Jenny put that bottle?" she asked quietly, her blue eyes sharp but also twinkling just a little. 
 
For a second, her blue eyes flickered past him. It was funny how one could think they recognized an old friend in the most unlikely of places, a place that logically it was known that person wouldn't be without one knowing but all the same the brain just didn't register that fact as quickly as it should. At the sight of a dark haired woman with pale skin and bright blue eyes a few spaces down from Nathan, Tyra's mind had immediately jumped to Jas, her lips almost curling into a smile as she almost reached out to say hi. However, before her mouth could open, her brain caught up, pointing out that there was no way that Jas would be assigned to one of these ships without Tyra knowing, even though the woman was turned just so that Tyra couldn't see her whole face to entirely dissipate the gut feeling, and the woman was bladed towards Zan -- who she also probably needed to say 'hi' to -- and her band of officers as if she belonged to them.
 
"Funny, how there seem to be ghosts everywhere," she mumbled as she set her glass down on the table with a slight shake of her head.
 
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#79 Captain Serran Zan

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Posted Star Date 22003.21 @ 22:14 (10:14 PM)

== Still here, still working, but still here ==
 
Serran took the time to make short work of her scotch while watching T'relia go over to speak with Riley in some conversation with another person she didn't recognise.
 
Turning to the bar she indicated she wanted a refill, knocked that back and ordered up another. This one she took longer over as she turned to face the room again, leaning against the bar itself, and watched the interactions across the room. One could learn a lot about people from their social interactions, from body language, unconscious tells. Even off duty Serran was filing away information idly by for some other day. She took another mouthful of scotch and watched.

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Posted Star Date 22003.21 @ 23:34 (11:34 PM)

Ed understood that Jason was one of the centres of attention. With the destruction of the Ozaki there were a lot of people wanting to talk to the Captain. Jason was able to answer with smile and a nod. It was strange to think how long it had been since Muro IX. More than he could possibly imagine had happened in the intervening period. It was too much enough for even one lifetime. There were times he wondered how he kept going.

Ed retrieved a Klingon tankard from the replicator and looked through the bottles until he found one he recognised. He couldn’t readily tell which vintage was on offer, but he was hopeful that it was good. He poured a tankardful. He had one rule that he usually stuck to, except for the times when he bent it to a careful degree. Never more than one except when it was two, but not more than that.

Ed could cope with parties for a little while. He wasn’t great around large numbers. It was odd. He liked people, so it wasn’t agoraphobia. Maybe a mild case of an anti-social personality. A single point of focus usually helped, so he sought out a table at the edge of the event. He was careful to set down his plate of snacks and his drink and after settling into a seat he started to pay attention to the groups that were forming.

Ed was familiar with the theory that people had only so much energy for interactions. Extroverts really were the life of the party. They had almost limitless energy. Introverts weren’t so energetic Happy with the cerebral and easily worn out by social encounters. He usually excused himself at the right moment. He might do just that after a point.

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#81 Lt (JG) Kit Frost

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Posted Star Date 22003.22 @ 02:10 (02:10 AM)

It was clear that her green counterpart was still feeling uncomfortable, but at least, they had left whatever it was that had started it all. Hopefully, that would be better in the end. At least, that was what she could hope for anyway. Vari finally admitted there was an Orion in there. For a moment Kit just stared at her for a long breath. “You're joking right?” Kit thought there had to be a punchline to this thing, but no, Vari continued on and Kit listened. Kit could tell that Vari was feeling ashamed, which didn't match the whole situation but Kit didn't want to prod the woman too hard. She didn't deserve that when she was feeling emotionally compromised anyway. There was something going on, a reason that Vari felt the need to vacate the room when she was put in a situation with the Orion that was there.

 

“You can talk to me, you know. I mean, I get it we just met, we're not quite in bestie territory yet. But, I like to think I'm kind of the cool girl you can just spill your guts to, judgment free.” she shrugged taking a sip of her drink.

 

It seemed to do the trick for Vari because she began to talk. About how there was only one type of Orion woman in her past. The kind that you were born, raised, and knew your role from a child. Her family had been in that role, and they had used their pheromones to give them the power. Kit tilted her head to the side and listened to the woman spill her guts to a virtual stranger. But, Kit hoped this would help cement them into a friendship. Vari began to speak about her puberty, and that on top of just being a girl going through all of that her body didn't know what to do with it's Orion abilities. How when she was talking to people they were getting the glazed eyes, and she hated that.

 

Kit sighed. The doors to the Turbolift opened and the two women stepped out on the recreational deck. Kit took her towards another spot on the ship, one she visited a lot. The gym. She didn't expect to work out but it was a place they weren't likely to be bothered on a night like this anyway. Kit moved to the weight lifting bench and sat down straddling it as Vari told her that she didn't react well to other Orions and that she barely spoke to her own father.

 

“Well. I doubt she would be in the Federation if she was a danger to anyone around you, but I get it, pasts have a way of coming up at you.” Kit figured that honestly she might be one of the better people to talk to Vari because of her own past.

 

“You know.. I was abandoned as a baby, and adopted by this couple on Earth. So I wasn't raised exactly Betazoid but, I was raised in their culture enough because my parents were badasses and made sure that I got some cultural training. Anyway.. the point of this not so much about me and my race but about the fact that.. I used to hate who I was.”

 

“I went through the whole.. I hate myself phase back in high school. Wore contacts to hide my eyes, tried to fit in as best as I could. Stopped accidentally reading people's emotions, the whole thing. But, at some point I got tired of not being me. I'm Kit Frost you kow? I wanted to be me. So I started just finding who I was. Started with a tattoo and a piercing and just kind of snowballed from there if you can't tell. But the main thing is, you'll always be Orion. You will. You can hide it, hate it, and whatever makes you sleep good at night but you'll never be able to change that about you. And, you shouldn't want to. You're a beautiful woman, green and all, and honestly I didn't come over to you because of some kind of stereotypical hope. Nope. I came over because I saw a gorgeous woman needing someone to pick her up and remind her that while stuff sucks right now. Life's worth living, it always is.”

 

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#82 Lt Nora Cyr {Ameen}

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Posted Star Date 22003.22 @ 02:33 (02:33 AM)

Cyr was enjoying her drink. She was deliberately pacing herself. Knowing exactly how the effect of too much alcohol on an empty stomach would be. She found herself thinking of making a visit to the buffet soon.

 

Tipsy... or not tipsy enough... after the events we had... I doubt it...

 

She glanced again toward Zan and noticed an Orion woman waving at her. She recognized her as one of the Magellan crew. A tactical officer to be exact. It took her a few seconds to retrieve the name. An advantage of serving on a small ship was that you got to know everyone's names.

 

Tess T'Relia... That's it.

 

The young doctor returned the wave immediately. Then she nodded at the bartender asking for a top up of her drink before grabbing the glass and walking over to her crewmates location. However, by the time she arrived there, Tess was no longer present. Zan was still there though, ordering a second drink.

 

"Good evening Serran." She said with a friendly smile. "I trust you are enjoying yourself!"

 

Her eyes landed on the bundle cloth armbands sitting next to her captain. 

 

What exactly are these supposed to be... I wonder...

 

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#83 Lt Benjamin Elias

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Posted Star Date 22003.23 @ 00:17 (12:17 AM)

He let the sobs wrack his body as he sat there in the hallway. He didn't want to, but he couldn't stop them now. He just sat there, trying to get the picture out of his head, but all he could see were the bodies, though it was generous to even call them that. Just... sacks of liquid, he thought horribly.

 

He jumped a bit as he felt hands on his shoulders, and then as they slid around him and pulled him into an embrace. He just sobbed for a moment, leaning his head on  Cera's shoulder. "I know. You did the best you could and I know that doesn't feel like much right now but it was everything," she said, and he felt her head lean into his own. "I'm just...  I'm..." She stuttered for a moment, trying to find the right words. "I'm just glad that you're still here but I'm really proud that you went in there and kept us in one piece. I don't know if it means much but I am really proud of you -- for volunteering for Voltaire, even though I think you're an idiot for doing it, and for running into Engineering." He smiled a bit, irrationally happy at her words.

 

"And for not losing anymore of my damn equipment," she teased, and squeezed him a bit as they sat there. He chuckled at that, remembering the bag of equipment she'd left for him.

 

"I..." he started, getting back a little control at the tease. "I figured that if I had lost any of that, you were going to molecularly bond the next set to my hands." He sat there and just breathed in and out for a minute, chuckling with his friend at his own stupidity. "If I ever do anything that stupid again," he said once he was under control, "please talk me out of it?" He smiled weakly at her, and wiped at his eyes before standing back up.

 

"We're gonna be late, aren't we?" he said sheepishly, wiping at his face again. "Just let me stop and wash my face," he said, and headed in to his quarters. He wasn't sure if she'd follow him inside, but it wasn't like he could stop her anyway.

 

He went straight in to the bathroom and turned the faucet on. Did you want to stop her? he asked himself. And it was a legitimate question, and one he couldn't answer. Not like there was any harm to it; she was his friend. You don't worry about whether or not Eli should stop by, he thought. So why should you worry about Cera? The water splashed, and he used the hand towel to dry off his face, trying his best to make himself presentable again. 

 

Staring in the mirror, he looked himself over. He was braced, hands on the sink as he stared at his face. He was suddenly exhausted, the emotional release dispelling the tension he'd been using to keep him awake. But we have plans, he thought, and stood up straight. A quick comb through his hair, and he was as ready as he could be.

 

He stepped back out to her and smiled, pushing his worries to the side. It was a party, even if it was also mostly a wake; no need to be sorrowful at it. He could do that later, especially now that the dam had burst. They talked some on the way, small talk, safe talk. Work this, party that, but it was also a short trip, thankfully. They arrived at the party, and it was in full swing.

 

There were so many people, and most of them he didn't recognize. "Well," he said dumbly, "you really do know how to throw a party." He looked around, and picked out a few familiar faces: Aitrus and Jenny with a pair of unfamiliar faces, Eli with some ladies he didn't recognize. Then he saw Tyra walking away from Nathan at the bar, and made his decision. Sure, it was the safe decision, but better that than anything else. He pointed where he was headed, and nodded at Cera.

 

Walking up to the bar, Benjamin ordered a glass of whiskey, and told the bartender to bring two more. "How's it going?" he asked his roommate with a smile. "Feels like I haven't seen you in months."

 

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#84 Lt (JG) Robin Mayfair

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Posted Star Date 22003.23 @ 12:40 (12:40 PM)

Captain Crawford looked at Robin. "This wasn't exactly a normal first cruise for any of you midshipman so we will have to strive to put some normalcy back into it," she said. "I need to schedule sit downs with all of the reporting officers that will be remaining aboard the Artemis following our return to Pioneer so bear with me as I sort through those but we will most definitely have a sit down before launch," she said with a warm smile, circling back to the young woman's request to check in properly. 
 
Hope she doesn't think I'm one of those cadets, a stickler for rules and protocol and all that. Whoops, not a cadet anymore... an officer. Well, almost. 
 
"Alright, guys I will leave you each to mingling while I go find myself a new drink. Julia and Robin, it was wonderful to meet both of you. And Eli, always a pleasure -- give Will a kiss from me," she said with a smile and a raise of the glass to all three of them before excusing herself towards the bar.
 
"Thank you, Tyra," Robin said with a similarly warm smile. There was only the barest hesitation in Robin's voice as she forced herself to address her captain by her first name. "Very nice to meet you." 
 
As the CO headed back to the bar, Robin finished off her poor, neglected sandwich and chips. She smiled apologetically at Julia and Eli. "Sorry, this is the first real meal I've had in days. Gotta have more than combat rations." She eyed the buffet table, still stacked with food since most of the officers and crew had headed straight towards the bar. "I'll be back, going to go grab another. Or two." 
 
Robin headed to the table and piled another plate full of food. She avoided the Andorian veggies this time and decided to stick with the familiar, a couple of ham and cheese sandwiches and more chips. 
 
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Posted Star Date 22003.23 @ 13:33 (01:33 PM)

As the conversation continued and Julia answered Tyra's question about it being her first mission, Eli listened with interest, thinking how different it would of been, if this had been her first time out, since the Academy. However she could only imagine how that would of felt, considering the experience she had gained, since coming aboard and even how, that didn't always prepare you for what you encountered. Although she liked to think that, what she knew and how she dealt with things, could help others, overcome their fears and anxieties and realised that she wouldn't change a single thing about who she was or how far she had come, since being in Starfleet.
 
Okay some personal experiences, hadn't exactly gone to plan either, but again, lessons were learned and she had adapted to it, enabling her to not forget but feel comfortable enough to move on. At the mention of Tyra wanting to schedule sit downs with those officers remaining aboard the Artemis, her attention was back on the Captain, especially when she looked towards her and spoke about wanting to also check in with the more senior junior officers and why.
 
Understanding why she wanted to do that and the sombre tone, that developed as she finished speaking and Eli was happy to speak to her and assist in any way that she could. When Tyra then excused herself in order to refresh her drink, Eli smiled especially at the mention of her son. 
 
" It was good to see you Tyra and I will" she replied, thinking of William and how she couldn't wait to see him again, as Tyra then left and Robin decided to go and refill her plate, not blaming her for doing so. " Okay, see you shortly" she said, leaving the security officer with Julia for the moment. Of course Eli had seen Ed move to a table out of the way and Ben's arrival, but for now, would remain until Robin got back, then she would avail herself of the food and another drink, before doing the rounds.
 
" So, Julia, what do you like to do for fun, when you're not on duty?".
 
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#86 Capt Jennifer Braggins

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Posted Star Date 22003.23 @ 16:27 (04:27 PM)

Jenny couldn't help but feel a little sorry for the large man who had, until she intervened, been challenging Colso; judging from what both men had said, this "Riley" fellow had come straight from the Academy into a fight for the Federation's very survival. He wasn't the first Midshipman to be commissioned into wartime, and he certainly wasn't going to be the last, and he'd seemed, at first, anyway, to continue the current Star Fleet Academy tradition of graduating officers whose egos outsized their ability. Of course, this was not a new tradition either, as certain Star Fleet Captains who would remain nameless but whose crews had contributed nothing of significance during the battle.

 

Captains who, had this been Jenny's homeworld, would've been shot for cowardice just for suggesting mounting an offensive against the Borg was immoral or illegal without formal declaration of war.

 

"Easier said than done, I know, but it's all we can do, now. Because if we don't let it out and relax, the stress will do even worse than the Borg did. Just ask her father; he was a younger man than you when I first met him, and now he's a grizzled veteran of an Admiral who looks older than I am. He should never have taken the Admiralty, at least for his own health."

 

Jenny snorted; she'd known Colso and her father had served together but she'd not known what kind of repute they held each other in until now. Colso had been a full Commander already when her father finally graduated Star Fleet Academy, having taken a year or so out following his third year "training cruise" turning into not one, but two full-scale shooting wars. Colso had left the Philadelphia to do...something, while her father's meteoric rise from Midshipman to Vice Admiral had as much to do as being good at his job as it did stepping into dead men's boots during the myriad wars and other crises over the last two decades.

 

"Putting him behind a desk was the only way Star Fleet Medical could stop him getting bits shot off! Of course he then moved his desk to a Carrier... He's responsible for this beauty being in service, though, so a box around his pips had some use."

 

Jenny waved her arms at the room around her, noting her father's crucial input as director of the Fleet Modernisation Project; he'd fought the Administration tooth and nail to get the newer classes into service rather than continue to try and fix the problem-child Beckett-class, and finally they had relented, though the delay had meant the Megasphere attack had been conducted with one modern ship rather than an entire fleet of them which might have been feasible had the reactionary Admirals at Command not interfered.

 

Finishing her drink, Jenny placed the empty glass on the table and sighed.

 

"Just makes me wonder how different things would've been if we'd had more modern ships rather than a collection of ships older than I am... No offence, Captain."


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#87 LT (JG) Julia Troy

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Posted Star Date 22003.23 @ 18:12 (06:12 PM)

"Eli I would usually write about my life back home, sing, or sew me a new dress. There would be times that I would write my family back home. This dress I actually made before I left the academy but haven't had a chance to wear it till now. What about you Eli." Julia said. She knew that it wasn't that easy for her.

She was close to finishing her food on her plate. The only thing that she had left was the food from her home planet and her drink was almost gone. Julia didn't want to be rude by getting up and leaving to some more food and another drink so she waited till Robin got back to the table before excusing herself to the buffet table and the bar.

I wonder what my parents and best friend would say if they saw me now. I really hope that they don't show up and find me having a chocolate ice Martini with the new friends that I've made since I was at the academy. It would be ackward if that did happen and how would I introduce my parents to everyone else.

"When I'm not uniform I don't go into counseling mode till I get back into my uniform and aboard the ship I'm on. No matter if I'm in uniform or not I always like to have everyone feel comfortable around me. I've always been like that for some odd reason." Julia said before Tyra left. She always knew that she have been odd and weird, but always made everyone feel comfortable.

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Posted Star Date 22003.25 @ 04:51 (04:51 AM)

Sothrick was never one to comfortable in crowds. However in his years among humans and even other species alike, he found that while some did seem to thrive in crowds, most that served, especially in Starfleet, tended to shy away from the, limelight , as they like to say. 

 

This however was not the typical gathering. It was much more somber than any other typical Federation gathering. He was never one to really know what to do but in this he was really out of his element.

He stood quietly as the others and Captain Simmons spoke. He was interested as so did Simmons seemingly, in Onyx's story of his tradition of hunts and as Simmons spoke about his former posting Sothrick took a moment to the idea of loss as well. The traditions that he knew of. 

Right now the room was flooded with emotions and they were even effecting his own emotional response so he remained quiet as the other continued.

 

He looked across the room at his beautiful wife as she entered the room. She did not come down when he did. She had mentioned that she was wishing to bring something down. At first she wasn't coming to this group gathering but she talked that maybe she would come down but she wanted to bring something to offer for the ceremony.

 

 

As he took her in he was proud at all she had done and become. He was more than ecstatic that she made it safely. Just then he also saw Jensen. 

Sothrick was also worried about the man as he had volunteered to be apart infiltration force in to the Borg ship.

 

He also saw his first  CO now a Captian of high regard which was never a surprise. She was still one of the few people he fully trusted and was glad to see that she had made it well through all of this. Perhaps he would speak with Captain Crawford but he first wanted to check on Jensen.

 

He nodded to the group which had started to move in different direction and headed towards Jensen whom had made his way closer as well.

 

"Lieutenant Jensen. I, am relieved and pleased to see you." He began as he let it simmer in the air awaiting the mans response.

 

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As he took her in he was proud at all she had done and become. He was more than ecstatic that she made it safely. Just then he also saw Jensen. 

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#89 Lt Eliana McKenna

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Posted Star Date 22003.25 @ 10:52 (10:52 AM)

Julia was quick to answer Eli's question about what she liked to do for fun, when she wasn't on duty. Listening with interest as she explained about her hobbies, particularly the singing and sewing aspects as Eli herself wasn't particularly creative, other than being able to play the guitar. Although it had been some time, since she had last picked up a guitar and perhaps it was something she could pick up again, but life had changed a lot since then, with her ex, William, enjoying motherhood and seeing Liam.
 
So when she asked what she did, Eli smiled as she answered Julia. " That's interesting Julia, I'd love to be able to sew and sing" she replied sincerely. " As for me, I used to play the guitar, but most of my off duty time, is spent looking after my son and seeing those close to me".
 
Draining the last of her drink, Eli then held onto the empty glass as Julia then continued about not being in counselling mode, until she was in uniform and how, she liked to everyone to be comfortable around her. When she said that she had always been like that, Eli didn't think it was odd at all as she herself, felt a similar way, whenever she was around people and her friends.
 
" I don't think its odd at all Julia, I'm the same when I'm around people, its nice to have that quality especially when it comes to serving in the Fleet".
 
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#90 Lt (JG) Nathan Ramius {Coleman}

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Posted Star Date 22003.25 @ 18:30 (06:30 PM)

I am so dumb… so, so dumb…

 

It was apparent that Jenny found Nathan’s idiotic move amusing, even if she didn’t laugh. The small little expressions on her face spoke to that, and for a moment that felt good to Nathan. If there was some levity to be had, Jenny certainly needed it. Though, he did wish that the humor hadn’t been borne of the future torment to his body. For the moment, things were pretty calm in the whole gastrointestinal arena, though it likely wouldn’t be for very long. A couple of liters of water, and maybe some electrolytes, would be in order shortly.

 

However, the part that threw Ramius off the most was the physical contact from Jenny when he offered to be someone to chat to. Even his head turned and looked at the hand that patted him on the shoulder when it happened. Nathan was sure that any physicality between him and the Commander would be limited to fisticuffs, or at best sparring. So, it was surprising when Jenny had been gentle. Surprisingly gentle. The moment didn’t last long, as something else was going on in the room. Nathan straightened up immediately when he heard the commotion, out of instinct more than anything. Jenny seemed concerned as well, taking in the scene as it developed. It wasn’t unheard of, for fights to break out at wakes. Liquor and emotions made for poor bedfellows, and often led to confrontations.

 

"Keep an eye open, Nathan. I might need you to catch a flying lunkhead in a minute or so..."

 

“Yup, I’ve got your six if needed,” he said, even though it certainly wouldn’t be needed.

 

The upset man, six foot and athletic, would have the height and reach advantage if things turned into a tussle. Maybe, he might get the first swing. And maybe, he might connect. But it’d be the last thing he did with an unbroken body when Jennifer Braggins was done with him. Underestimating her was a deadly proposition, Nathan knew. Watching Jenny fight four opponents, blindfolded and deafened by hardcore metal music, beating the daylights out of three of them, before slapping Petty Officer Thorsdottir around, was an eye-opening experience. In a way, Nathan kind of wanted to see this young man take on Jenny, if for no other reason than the amusing thirty odd seconds it would lead to.

 

Thirty seconds might be generous though…

 

It wasn’t to be, however, as cooler heads prevailed; which was for the best really. As entertaining as it would have been, the crews of all ships involved needed to come together after what they had all been through. Fighting amongst one another wouldn’t solve anything, and would do more to damage cohesion than anything the Borg could have done to them.

 

Relaxing now that the threat of a fight diminished, Nathan turned back toward the bar and set his drink down.

 

“Could I get some coconut water please?” he asked the bartender, who was further down helping someone else. That, is when he felt yet another hand clasp his shoulder.

 

"Where did Jenny put that bottle?" the voice was unmistakable, and yet Nathan’s brain couldn’t put the physical contact and the voice together.

 

First Jenny, and now Tyra?

 

“Unh,” his eyes found hers, and Nathan noted that there was something behind the icy blue orbs, “I think…”

 

I hope…

 

“…she took it with her? I’m not sure,” Nathan placed a hand on his stomach, as the fire within still had flames that heated him from within.

 

"Funny, how there seem to be ghosts everywhere,” Tyra had mumbled, and Nathan barely heard, which made him to look up and out into the sea of people. Most of them he didn’t know. Or, if he did, it had only been in passing, unlike Tyra it seemed.

 

It was then, that Nathan caught sight of his best friend, and roommate Benjamin Elias as he approached, ordered, and then spoke to Ramius,

 

"How's it going? Feels like I haven't seen you in months."

 

“Yeah, it does feel like that, doesn’t it?” Nathan smiled back, offering a handshake and a one-armed hug.

 

“It goes. Just tried Romulan Ale for the first time, and I have to say, your…” he paused, looking around for a moment before realising that Ben’s ‘still’ was likely the worst kept secret on the ship, or so Nathan assumed.

 

“…'clear water',” Ramius whispered, “is smoother than that blue stuff.”

 

“How about you? You look…” Nathan paused, and like he had with Jenny, he lied, “…you look good.”

 

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Posted Star Date 22003.26 @ 12:49 (12:49 PM)

== Sorry Cyr and everyone. It's been a tough and stressful week. I'm going to bow out of this sub as I'll not keep up. I'll be starting up the Callisto later today though. ==
 
"Good evening Serran." Doctor Cyr said with a friendly smile. "I trust you are enjoying yourself!" 
 
Zan returned the smile and raised her glass to the young doctor.
 
"As much as one can I guess." Serran replied with a faint but polite smile. "I'm sorry. I guess I'm not feeling very sociable. I came to show my respects to those who made it through," she said with a nod toward the people in the room, "and to those that didn't." looking back at the armbands. 
 
"Please, take one if you wish, and pass them on to remember the crewmates we lost. I think I'll call it a night. Before I go though I want to thank you for your work on the Magellan. Doctor Arawn mentioned you very favourably in his report. I'd be very happy to have you on my crew on my next assignment, if you'd like. In the meantime stay and give my regards to the rest of our crew."
 
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#92 Capt Aitrus Colso {Elias}

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Posted Star Date 22003.27 @ 14:54 (02:54 PM)

Jenny snorted, which made Aitrus laugh in his own turn. He took another sip from his glass, smiling around it as he watched her recover quickly. "Putting him behind a desk was the only way Star Fleet Medical could stop him getting bits shot off!” she joked, and it was all Aitrus could do not to spit out the Romulan Ale he had just drunk. “Of course he then moved his desk to a Carrier... He's responsible for this beauty being in service, though, so a box around his pips had some use."

 

Aitrus looked around at that, thinking about the Vesta-class ship despite not being able to see much of it from inside. “Yeah, she is a beauty,” he said. “He always has been a forward thinker on that, championing the next and new.”

 

He watched as she seemed to grow a little more sober, despite finishing off her glass of ale. "Just makes me wonder how different things would've been if we'd had more modern ships rather than a collection of ships older than I am... No offence, Captain."

 

He waved a hand quickly at her, shaking his head in time. “None taken,” he said quickly. “You’re right: half the ships that were here were fifteen, twenty years old, and have been through more combat and wars than even their designers could have imagined.”

 

He set his glass back down and took a breath. “We were lucky on the Philadelphia, having been on light duty for the past few years. We had managed to get a few upgrades and rebuilds completed, and we still aren’t worth rebuilding after this beating. The Titan, the Sheridan, the Ozaki… they weren’t… they shouldn’t have been here,” he finally got out. 

 

He sighed, trying to pick his words carefully. “They’ve simply taken too much damage over their lifetime. All of the ships here have, other than the Beckett and Artemis. Even the newer ships still bore the brunt of the Krynar war, even if they missed out on the Romulan wars, or the last time the Borg came.

 

“The plan was sound,” he said. “The forces committed were simply inadequate. They may have been fine five, ten years ago, but now? They can still hit hard, but we saw just how easily they were broken. I can’t say that the weapons wouldn’t have done similar to newer ships, but they would have been more likely, more able to absorb the damage and bounce back.”

 

He took another drink from his glass. He hadn’t intended to let that all out here and now, but he’d needed to. Most of the fleet had had no business being here, and because the bureaucrats had decided to count coins rather than do what was needed in making new ships, and then deciding to not send adequate forces for this, a lot of good men and women had died. A lot of friends died, he thought. 

 

“But it's too late for all of that,” he said. “We’ve got what we’ve got, not what we wanted.” He sighed, and stood up. “If you’ll excuse me,” he said as he finished off his drink, “I think I need a refill, and need to make another round.” He looked off in the back corner and shook his head. “I think my chief engineer is about to make a fool of herself.”


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Posted Star Date 22003.28 @ 00:27 (12:27 AM)

Tyra had sighed rather heavily as Nathan relayed that he thought Jenny had taken the bottle with her. The redhead had shot a glance over her shoulder, briefly considering a move to commandeer the bottle from Jenny but she knew that could turn into a wrestling match depending on Jenny's mood and how much of the bottle had been dispensed of.  No, given that there were other bottles with the same content on the Artemis, that one was not worth the effort to commandeer, especially when she couldn't actually verify that it was over there.
 
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Elias with Cera in tow approaching and she instantly knew she needed to move with some urgency. Not only was there the feeling of an outside encroaching on the inner circles that made up the Artemis -- circles she wasn't necessarily a part of due to rank and position -- but she knew being close to Cera would likely lead to needling that she wasn't mingling enough. Cera had very distinct feelings on how a host should act and Tyra just preferred a more casual approach. She knew who she wanted to speak to before the night was over and if there were some bonus encounters and new faces to meet, all the better but she wasn't a bride who felt compelled to speak to every single guest out of courtesy.
 
Her blue eyes shot back out over the room and it was with great relief that she saw Artius break away from Jenny's little crew, his feet seemingly taking him towards the bar. Having shared a few meals with Aitrus and his wonderful wife, to the point that she counted him as a friend, Tyra was fairly certain she wouldn't feel like an interloper in his presence.
 
"Matt," she called out to the bartender. "Did Orrin keep my bottle around here somewhere?"
 
The young man frowned before leaning down to look under the bar before coming up holding two bottles, one half empty and one nearly fully. The half full bottle was a rather simple bottle with cursive letters etched into the glass near the neck and despite the label being worn, she knew it was her bottle of barrel proof Elijah Craig. The nearly full bottle, though, was a distinctive angular shape that she knew without a doubt, even though the label was facing away, was Blanton's. There was no mistaking that bottle or the horse on top, despite the Ferengi attempting to make a knock off a few years earlier. It had tasted like horse **** but it had also been considerably cheaper so she was sure there was a market for cheap asses that wanted to look like they had refined tastes.
 
"Two Blanton's, straight, please," she requested, watching as one glass and then, two were set down.
 
The liquid in the second glass hadn't even settled before she was scooping the two up and turning around. She managed to intercept Aitrus a little less than half way to the bar, offering him a warm smile along with one of the glasses. She briefly glanced around to see if Jason was somewhere to wave over but he seemed deep in talk with Juice -- she'd love to be a fly on the wall to that conversation. 
 
"You look like you could use some nectar of the Gods," she offered with a wry smile as she raised her glass ever so slightly before taking a small sip of the smooth liquid. She was pleased to discover that it was not the knock off swill but the good stuff. She made a mental note to commandeer that particular bottle before the night was over.
 
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#94 Lt (JG) Robin Mayfair

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Posted Star Date 22003.28 @ 01:26 (01:26 AM)

Small groups had formed, and many of the officers seemed to know each other. Robin decided to wolf down her food rather quickly so that she wasn't wandering around with a plate of sandwiches for the whole wake, then head back to the couple of people she knew... if "knew" was the right word for it. She'd barely had time to talk to either Eli or Julia outside of the brief time they'd met. But what had she expected? The past week had been a whirlwind. 

 

Approaching her table, she heard Eli mention that she played guitar. "I'm back," she said with a smile. "Sorry 'bout that. I've been obsessing about getting a real meal for the last week. Eli, you play guitar? If you don't mind me asking, what kind?"

 

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#95 LT (JG) Julia Troy

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Posted Star Date 22003.28 @ 17:42 (05:42 PM)

"The people that do understand knows that doesn't seem odd, and those who don't understand knows that it seems odd. I had to deal with it alot while growing up. It actually doesn't bother me but I've noticed it happen." Julia said before she heard Robin ask about what type of guitar that Eli played. "If you'll excuse me I'll go get some more of the raxin and the berries from the buffet table."

Julia excused herself to get some more food and another drink. She wondered if she should pull out the two decks of cards when she got to the table.

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Posted Star Date 22003.28 @ 18:26 (06:26 PM)

Eliana could understand what Julia meant as the Midshipman, answered her and explained how it no longer bothered her, before Robin returned and asked what type of guitar she played. Although before she answered, Julia excused herself in order to replenish her drink and plate, which Eli herself needed to do. 
 
" Okay see you shortly".
 
However like before, Eli now found herself in a similar situation, where it would mean leaving Robin on her own and that wasn't her style. Perhaps it was because of her kind and polite nature, or simply who she was and at the same time, was also aware that Ed was still on his own.
 
So a plan was hatched, as she answered Robin's guitar question. " I don't mind at all and Acoustic mainly but the last time I played, was when I was assigned to the Gettysburg, its the ship that most of us transferred to the Artemis from".
 
Eli felt it important to mention the Getty since it held a lot of memories for her, the majority of which were good and the ones that she held onto. Then Eli decided to share her idea with Robin. " I also need a refill and perhaps get some food, will you be okay on you're own till Julia gets back?, or I can wait until she does, then I'll check in on a friend and hopefully bring them over with me".
 
The security officer thought it was a good plan, that would cover all bases and was confident that it work and allow to not only continue talking to Robin and Julia but also Ed, who she hoped would appreciate the company. 
 
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#97 Lt Nora Cyr {Ameen}

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Posted Star Date 22003.28 @ 18:34 (06:34 PM)

"As much as one can I guess." The Captain replied with a smile. "I'm sorry. I guess I'm not feeling very sociable. I came to show my respects to those who made it through... and to those that didn't." looking back at the armbands. "Please, take one if you wish, and pass them on to remember the crewmates we lost. I think I'll call it a night. Before I go though I want to thank you for your work on the Magellan. Doctor Arawn mentioned you very favourably in his report. I'd be very happy to have you on my crew on my next assignment, if you'd like. In the meantime stay and give my regards to the rest of our crew."
 
As long as it is not a another Scout... I'll be happy to report for duty... the crew is growing on me...
 
"Thank you!. This means a lot to me." Nora replied politely. 
 
At that the Trill commander set the emptied whisky glass down on the bar counter and gave a nod of farewell to Cyr before leaving the party. Once again, Nora found herself alone. Nonetheless, she was not bothered by the fact. It was relaxing to be alone with a drink in her hand. She picked up one of the arm bands and wrapped it around her arm, her thoughts went to the bodies of the security officers she saw laying around the room when she entered. She had to remind herself that she had done all she can to save them, and that it was not her fault. Rather it was the Borg who killed them. One thing for sure, she did not envy Serran's job of writing to the fallen crew's lost ones and informing them of their fate. 
 
I wonder if it gets easier with time... like after writing so many letters you get use to it... become callous to it... hmm...
 
The bartender was kind enough to strike a few conversations with Cyr. Like most people she speaks to, whenever they learn that she is a doctor, they can't help but start talking about a health issue they have or someone that they knew had. She didn't find the habbit to be annoying, it was rather flattering to be recognized and she was happy to give advice freely whenever needed. That said, if the situation was complicated or called for more in depth analysis, she usually backed down and suggested that they consult a physician who is actually on duty.
 
I guess this makes for a good icebreaker or a conversation starter of a sort...
 
Her conversation with the bartender was interrupted occasionally by a Magellan crew member asking for one of the armbands she inherited from Serran. After a while, the party was starting to die down, and Nora was starting feel a little buzzed. It was a good sign that she needed to call it a night. She did not have as much of a good time as she had hoped, but all in all, it was a pleasant evening and she was glad to have came. She said goodbye to the sweet bartender and thanked him for keeping her company. Then she quietly took her leave.

Edited by Lt Nora Cyr {Ameen}, Star Date 22003.28 @ 18:36 (06:36 PM).

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#98 Lt (JG) Alec Riley

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Posted Star Date 22003.28 @ 20:54 (08:54 PM)

Alec had set quietly at the table as Commander Braggins and Captain Colso carried on their conversation. He had done enough damage that the last thing he wanted to do was interrupt a meaningful chat between old friends. Captain Colso seemed like a kind man with good intentions. He and Braggins both were not pleased with how the battle with the Borg had been handled and Alec was surprised by how frankly they spoke of it. He would have assumed that higher ranking members of Starfleet would be blindly loyal to Starfleet to the point that they wouldn't offer any sort of criticism to it. Yet, here was Captain Colso speaking openly about bureaucrats being cheap with resources. Alec had been too quick to judge, too short-tempered to think clearly, and too proud to back down initially. Captain Colso, though not as rough around the edges as his father, would have gotten along with him well enough. He watched the Captain stand and finish his drink. 

 

"If you'll excuse me, I think I need a refill and need to make another round. I think my chief engineer is about to make a fool of herself."

 

Alec silently nodded his head, not that the man needed his approval to go about his business. Riley's only exposure to Starfleet so far in his life had been what he had witnessed on Earth with his family. His father and brother worked, his mother was absent in space, and he went to school. Stories of fire fights, great discoveries, and breakthroughs in science came down the grapevine and were told through the news. Heroes were people you read about and Starfleet on Earth was more of an organization than anything else. As such, he had seen more of the bureaucratic, red tape side of StarFleet. He overheard his father complaining about unrealistic demands from commanding officers, stories about laziness from young up and comers who had no issue with taking as much credit for a job well done as possible, and tales of his father being passed up for promotion. He had been quick to judge, yes, but he also knew that those sorts of people his father described are stationed everywhere. Commander Braggins was still seated at the table and had finished her own drink just moments ago. 

 

"Commander, I'd like to thank you for deescalating that situation for me. I... have a tendency to lose my senses when I become angry. I owe you an apology just as much as I do Captain Colso. The last thing this party needed was a fistfight started by an idiot." 

 

 

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Posted Star Date 22003.28 @ 21:58 (09:58 PM)

Benjamin was relieved to see the smile on his friend's face, and took the proffered hand and the quick hug as they were offered. “Yeah, it does feel like that, doesn’t it?” Nathan said in return. “It goes. Just tried Romulan Ale for the first time, and I have to say, your…” he paused, and looked around conspiratorially. “…'clear water',” Ramius whispered, “is smoother than that blue stuff.”

 

Benjamin couldn't help but laugh at that, and polished off the first glass of whiskey that the bartender had brought before picking up the second. "Clear water?" he said with a shake of his head. Never heard it called that before, he thought.

 

“How about you?" Nathan asked in his own turn. "You look…” He paused, considering his words before finishing, “…you look good.”

 

That's a lie if I ever heard one, he thought, but then he wasn't surprised. Not like you're being honest about things right now, either. "I'm..." He looked at Cera next to him as she took her own drink, and nodded quickly before he could change his mind. "I'm as okay as I can be right now. I think that if any of us were actually okay, Cera wouldn't have had to organize this party." He turned around and leaned on the bar, looking out across the crowd.

 

He briefly admired the view, watching the stars streak by as they flew at low warp, seeing the other ships holding formation. Of course, he could also see the tractor beams holding the dead hulks of other ships with them as they flew on towards Pioneer. At once inspiring and depressing. It was a fitting vista for the event. The elephant at the window, rather than in the room, that everyone desperately needed to talk about and everyone wanted to just ignore.

 

"I still think you were an idiot for joining the infiltration teams," he said to Nathan with a forced grin. "But from what I've heard, you did a great job this time around. And I'm glad you're back in one piece." The grin became more genuine as he tapped his friend on the shoulder, the whiskey sloshing a bit inside the glass. "If nothing else, it means I don't have to break in a new roommate."

 

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#100 LCdr Vari Toreen

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Posted Star Date 22003.29 @ 01:06 (01:06 AM)

“You know.. I was abandoned as a baby, and adopted by this couple on Earth. So I wasn't raised exactly Betazoid but, I was raised in their culture enough because my parents were badasses and made sure that I got some cultural training. Anyway.. the point of this not so much about me and my race but about the fact that.. I used to hate who I was.”

Vari stared at the other woman in surprise, looking over her where she was sat. It was a feeling she knew well, hating who she was, and she just listened, finding her own spot to sit on and just listening to the woman talk

Letting out a laugh at the last words, Vari felt herself flush. Getting called beautiful and gorgeous was always something that got her a little flustered – she had always dealt with wolf whistles, lewd comments and all that lovely stuff. She ran a hand nervously through her hair and then clasped her hands on her lap.

 

“You know, it wouldn’t have been such an issue if I hadn’t grown up on the most remote Scottish island in the history of remote Scottish islands. Or if I hadn’t been a… half breed. Much as my mother hates it when I call myself that, it’s what I’ve always been,” she glanced off to the side. “But we did the best with what we had. And Robert – my brother – he’s now able to raise his daughters in a slightly better environment. He’s planning to take them off planet. Let them meet some more people who aren’t entirely one thing or the other.”

 

She was glad, however, to feel that a weight had lifted off her shoulders just a little. It was easier being away from the full-blooded Orion, and her fingers lifted to brush over her inhibitor one more time before dropping to her lap. “I was better for a long time there. You know. Engaged and all that. Then he left me and as far as I know, he might even be dead. I guess you could say it knocked my confidence a little bit, but… well, Vulcans aren’t all that emotionally available anyway, so despite the fact it hurt I’m well aware of the fact it could have been much worse. He was more emotionally available than most of them, mind you. Did have an annoying tendency of waking up super early to meditate, though. Not great for anyone that likes sleep.”

 

She laughed a little awkwardly and shook her head, scratching the back of it. “Thanks for getting me out of there. And understanding. Seriously. Would’ve been easy for you to just leave,” she lifted her eyes up. “Though I suppose if you really wanted to be Prince Charming, I’d have had to have fainted. Not that I’d recommend carrying me. Orions have more muscle mass than humans, and I’m still somewhere in the middle.”

 

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