Joshua Niles
Security & Tactical
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Posts: 649 Likes: 21
Rank: Lieutenant
Position: Tactical Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Joshua Niles on Nov 9, 2020 18:26:52 GMT
Charlie Fox - Corridor, Deck 10 -> Guest Quarters]"They're not all that bad, surely?" Charlie asked with a grin, her tone slightly disbelieving. She'd heard so many stories, and indeed seen some reports from diplomatic functions such as these, and more than once or twice, proceedings had climaxed entirely differently. "Come on, if they weren't psychopathic murderers they'd be prime candidates for some alien no-pants dancing!" She thought maybe Josh might not appreciate that sentiment, yet it didn't stop her from laughing. Perhaps sharing some fancy booze would make up for it. A short turbolift ride later, they'd arrived on Deck 8 and the corridor of guest accommodations. Charlie had been assigned the same rooms every time she'd been onboard the Mac, so she'd settled in immediately. Naturally that meant that her quarters looked as though a tornado had cut a path through it. There were clothes everywhere, PADDs on almost all available surface, plates and glasses as yet to be returned to the replicator. In short, it was quite the mess. She ignored it and strode directly to a discarded backpack in the corner of the room. "Leanna Mazal sent me a bottle of something unusual and fancy as I was boarding. As a thank you for the last Blue Beta review, I think. Knowing her, it'll be exceptionally strong - Let's drink it." Almost all of her arm disappeared into the pack as she groped around, looking for the treasure, her eyes narrowed slightly. "Get us some glasses?" She asked Josh, before locating the prize and straightening up. The liquid inside the clear bottle was a deep red. When disturbed, tendrils of orange spread upward, like flames. It was probably a shame to drink it, but she supposed how pretty something looked should never stop someone from sampling the goods. [ Lt (JG) Joshua Niles - Corridor, Deck 10 > Charlie's Quarters, Deck 8- USS Mac]"Well, in all fairness the last one I attended didn't go so well either. And if it keeps me out of that monkey suit, all the better," he replied with a grin. Now, he had no love wasted on the Talorians; and unless he could be proven to him that they would indeed make good candidates for the Federation he might be willing to revise his thinking... but he had very few hopes of that. Not unless their Primary decided to retract his slanderous accusations. And somehow he didn't see that happening anytime soon. Upon arriving in the journalist's quarters, Josh did not find himself too surprised to find it was in a state of complete and utter chaos. Oh, he had a clear notion that his host knew precisely where everything she may need might be. However, it was a stark contrast with his own rather minimalistic accommodations. But then again, he had no baggage with him past his uniforms and a few sets of civilian clothes when he had arrived at his duty station, and not had time to accumulate much. Normally, the sight of such a mess might discomfit him, but instead he did smile, realizing that this was, in a lot of ways, a reflection of Charlie Fox herself. At the mention of a drink, he found himself in deep agreement, but when the bottle was produced, he found himself taken aback by how it was behaving. Now that was something new, and he had absolutely no idea what he was getting himself into. However, when asked to find glasses, he nodded. "Just a moment."With those words spoken, he made his way to the replicator, and called up a pair of lowball glasses, uncertain of what that particular liquor was best served into. Presenting the glassware to his host, he considered the bottle once more. "Well, I will say this for certain, that looks... interesting and at this point, if it's real alcohol, I'm not going to say no to it!" Charlie Fox
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Thea Baker
Command
[TI12]
Posts: 1,448 Likes: 46
Rank: Captain
Position: Commanding Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Thea Baker on Nov 9, 2020 18:43:46 GMT
[ Princess Elana - Ten Forward, Deck 10] Elana was a little perplexed at Phoebe's reaction to her sip of the foul tasting Champagne, although couldn't agree more with the comment about how she never had to drink it again. " Yes, this is one of your customs that I'd rather not experience again" Elana admitted as she tried to get rid of the taste that had been left in her mouth. However despite her revulsion and remaining discomfort, the mention of these Samarian Sunset's caught her attention, especially with what it consisted of. Fruit was one of her favourite things and how she craved the sweet nectar of a jumjum fruit, remembering the purple liquid and the pink flesh. But she quickly realised that she would have to wait to indulge in those as Phoebe mentioned a possible drinks and cultural exchange. Noticing the wicked grin that followed as she suggested that they make a night of it. Going against the rules was something that Elana was known to do back on Talor Prime, before the change in her status and discovering who she was. Not that it hadn't changed her too much and she was definitely keen to test out this night of sharing with the Ensign. " Yes we shall make a night of it, especially with Ramba wine and the juice of the jumjum fruit".When the waiter returned with such brightly coloured drinks, Elana accepted hers politely then took a measured sip. " That is much more acceptable" she declared, the alcohol making her feel very happy and a little woozy, but quickly recovered.
tag Phoebe Volante T'Karra
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Phoebe Volante
Security & Tactical
[TI20]
Posts: 53 Likes: 5
Rank: Ensign
Species: Human
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Post by Phoebe Volante on Nov 9, 2020 21:38:09 GMT
[ Princess Elana - Ten Forward, Deck 10] Elana was a little perplexed at Phoebe's reaction to her sip of the foul tasting Champagne, although couldn't agree more with the comment about how she never had to drink it again. " Yes, this is one of your customs that I'd rather not experience again" Elana admitted as she tried to get rid of the taste that had been left in her mouth. However despite her revulsion and remaining discomfort, the mention of these Samarian Sunset's caught her attention, especially with what it consisted of. [...] Not that it hadn't changed her too much and she was definitely keen to test out this night of sharing with the Ensign. " Yes we shall make a night of it, especially with Ramba wine and the juice of the jumjum fruit".When the waiter returned with such brightly coloured drinks, Elana accepted hers politely then took a measured sip. " That is much more acceptable" she declared, the alcohol making her feel very happy and a little woozy, but quickly recovered. [Ens. Phoebe Volante - Ten Forward] Phoebe nodded slightly at the Princess's dislike of the champagne, "Though you will probably be offered some at the negotiations, should they go well. We have many weird traditions and customs that we often don't question until someone without them, such as yourself, points out that their weird." She shrugged, "Such is the way with traditions I guess. I'm sure every species is the same in that regard."The ensign tilted her head, "Ramba wine and Juice of the jumjum fruit, you say? I was always told to never judge a book by it's cover, but I admit they do sound quite appetising." When the drinks appeared Elana wasted no time in trying some, "I was going to warn you beforehand, these are fairly strong drinks. Meant to be sipped and enjoyed over an extended period. Unless you want an absolute skinfull and get K lined of course. But I wouldn't recommend doing so on a diplomatic mission." She took a sip from her own drink, closing her eyes and letting out a small sigh of pleasure before looking back to the Princess, "At least, not on there way there." Thea BakerT'Karra
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T'Karra
Security & Tactical
Posts: 96 Likes: 7
Rank: Petty Officer 3rd Class
Position: Fireteam Member
Species: Vulcan
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Post by T'Karra on Nov 9, 2020 23:40:54 GMT
[ Princess Elana - Ten Forward, Deck 10] [...]Not that it hadn't changed her too much and she was definitely keen to test out this night of sharing with the Ensign. "Yes we shall make a night of it, especially with Ramba wine and the juice of the jumjum fruit".When the waiter returned with such brightly coloured drinks, Elana accepted hers politely then took a measured sip. " That is much more acceptable" she declared, the alcohol making her feel very happy and a little woozy, but quickly recovered. [...] The ensign tilted her head, "Ramba wine and Juice of the jumjum fruit, you say? I was always told to never judge a book by it's cover, but I admit they do sound quite appetising." When the drinks appeared Elana wasted no time in trying some, "I was going to warn you beforehand, these are fairly strong drinks. Meant to be sipped and enjoyed over an extended period. Unless you want an absolute skinfull and get K lined of course. But I wouldn't recommend doing so on a diplomatic mission." She took a sip from her own drink, closing her eyes and letting out a small sigh of pleasure before looking back to the Princess, "At least, not on there way there."[Ten Forward, Deck 10, USS Mac] T'Karra placed her mostly full glass onto the waiter's serving platter in exchange for the... Samarian Sunset? The color was certainly appealing and did somewhat resemble a sunset in an abstract sense. Maybe a Samarian Nebula would be a more apt name. She only hoped that it tasted better than the champagne. At the Ensigns description of the drink's strength, a faint frown marred her lips. When the woman's descriptions became more incoherent, an uneasy feeling began to creep in. While it wasn't her place to interrupt their... diplomacy, it would be sensible to warn the Princess of what was starting to sound like her impending intoxication. "The Ensign is correct, Princess. It would be prudent to maintain clarity of mind during the reception," she said flatly. Surely such an esteemed representative would know this. She took a sip of her cocktail and immediately added, "No matter how appetizing the selection is." Thea Baker , Phoebe Volante
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Isaiah Quinn
Science
[TI36]
Posts: 1,153 Likes: 57
Rank: Lieutenant Commander
Position: Chief Science Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Isaiah Quinn on Nov 10, 2020 1:50:45 GMT
[ Thea - Ten Forward, Deck 10] [...] " I agree with the Commodore and Lieutenant Quinn, what happened previously shouldn't be a reflection on the possibility of peace and the opportunities to learn from each other, this is our chance to change any perceptions and show what really matters to us all".[Primary L'Sho - Ten Forward, USS Mac]"We shall see." Was the Primary responding to the Commodore's assurances that any trouble would be dealt with, or Lt. Quinn's assurance that they were... what was that overly saccharine human sentiment? "All in this together". His response was adequate for both, but it did convey his doubt. As they carried on in a rush to reassure him, L'Sho silently reflected on his position. He had expected a welcome from the Starfleet crew, but their overtures were borderline submissive. It bode well for him. "I must say I am pleased that your people are no longer slinging accusations of murder at us. That was unpleasant, and not at all conducive to effective communication. I am expecting a formal apology for your behaviour at the outset of these talks, and then we can concentrate on the important matters to us all, and proceed with peace."His own lips twitched very slightly upward, and he finally took a drink of the piss in his glass. [Commodore Calvin Perry - Ten Forward] Perry thought that Baker and Quinn were going quite a bit overboard in their solicitation to the Primary, but he wouldn't cause Starfleet problems by scoffing about it aloud. He'd fight tooth and nail against an order he disagreed with, but once past a certain point, it was counterproductive to continue rocking the boat. So he'd go along until things fell apart. And then he was having to repeat, discipline, discipline, discipline, to himself as the Primary informed them that he expected an apology before the negotiations could proceed. The commodore clenched his teeth and rocked his jaw behind closed lips as he considered and discarded any number of responses that would have caused an interstellar incident. Finally he settled on a change of subject. We should avail ourselves of this feast. Is there anything you'd like to try, Primary? There, that was as diplomatic as he could manage through repressed anger. [Lt. Isaiah Quinn - Ten Forward, USS Mac ] It was quickly becoming apparent that the only opinion that seemed to matter was that of Primary L'Sho's. Isaiah glanced momentarily over at Thea, whom he seemed to be in perfect concert with. As far as Commodore Perry was concerned, it seemed that he didn't care very much for L'Sho's opinion. Still, the Commodore managed to maintain his composure, not allowing L'Sho to get the better of him. In fact, the pivot to the feast was actually a welcome change of pace. It was rather timely, as it seemed that L'Sho still harbored some resentment to the way the Talorians had been painted as villains and murderers by some of the Federation publications. And his insinuation that an actual apology was warranted before any fruitful talks could proceed was going to be a tough one to pull off. In all honesty, it was more than likley that he would receive an apology in the midst of the negotiations, but to ask for one before they even began? What about an apology on behalf of his people to those families that had lost their loved ones? Isaiah's own lips had parted as he was about to speak, but it was then that Perry's redirection to the meal had been cast. The science officer simply sighed, glancing once more in Thea's direction. He was beginning to wonder if these talks had been doomed from the beginning. Isaiah's eyes scanned the room once more, falling upon Princess Elana. She was still in the company of Crewman T'Karra and Ensign Volante, and the trio appeared to be... doing shots? His elbow subtly nudged Thea. While the two security officers appeared to be making more headway with the Princess, Quinn only hoped that she'd be somewhat sober throughout the reception.
Tag: Thea Baker , Admin (Perry), Charlie Fox (L'Sho)
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Jovireh Velal
Security & Tactical
[TI18]
Posts: 2,609 Likes: 55
Rank: Senior Chief Petty Officer
Position: Chief of Security/Tactical
Species: Betazoid/Romulan
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Post by Jovireh Velal on Nov 10, 2020 3:27:57 GMT
[USS Mac, Ten Forward] Breakfast. With all of them. That was sooner than she had been expecting. Oh well, it was likely for the best, as it would give her more time to process everything she might learn about them - both as individuals and as a race. The thought of bringing a PADD with her to take notes did cross her mind, but she immediately discarded it as being quite rude. No one wanted to feel like they were specimens for study. She would just have to pay extra attention and hope her memory retained the necessary information. Noticing the way he stiffened a bit, she took a sip from her own wine and followed his gaze to Primary L'Sho, whom was still in conversation with the Commodore and senior officers. She certainly did not envy them, as the Primary looked to be a far less pleasant companion than Kaelpra. "What time should I be ready?" It wouldn't do for her to be showing up still half asleep.
Tag Charlie Fox (Kaelpra)
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Thea Baker
Command
[TI12]
Posts: 1,448 Likes: 46
Rank: Captain
Position: Commanding Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Thea Baker on Nov 10, 2020 8:53:22 GMT
[ Princess Elana - Ten Forward, Deck 10] Elana was just about able to hear what Phoebe was saying as the potent Samarian Sunset continued to take hold and send her taste buds on a very pleasant journey. The liquid reaching places that she didn't know possible and immediately wanted to know the secret of the Sunset and who created it. If she could bring this back to Talor Prime then she would be revered for bringing such delights to the home world. Realising through the delight that she should of sipped slowly but it was too late and was doing everything she could not to burst out in a fit of laughter. Taking another sip, this time a little more carefully as T'Karra spoke about having clarity during the reception and heeded Phoebe's warning. Elana understood her mistake but the effect it was having on was most enjoyable and she no longer cared about anything other than enjoying herself and throwing off the shackles of who she was. The real Elana began to emerge as she looked at her guards, before speaking to both women. " Let us go sit, feast and drink after all I am Royalty, then we can continue this diplomatic exchange which is very, very agreeable to me" she declared, Ostat moving closer in the process as she turned round and walked purposefully towards a nearby table. ************************
[ Thea - Ten Forward, Deck 10] Despite both her and Isaiah's reassurances and Perry's own words of dealing with any potential issues. L'Sho's response wasn't quite what Thea expected as the Primary spoke about the accusations that were once aimed at him and his people, before issuing his expectations of a formal apology from them in order to proceed with the talks, so they could then concentrate on peace. To the CMO it sounded like a demand, almost as if he was holding it over them and how potential peace could be threatened if they didn't give it. This was beginning to sound like another potential headache and considering that Niles and Charlie had left, as well as the Princess taking an interest in Volante and T'Karra. It was definitely something to try and avoid and yet knew that she couldn't just take off either thanks to her rank and seniority. However it seemed as though Perry was thinking the same as the Commodore quickly changed the subject with the hope that they could eat and talk about other things. Judging by the look that Isaiah shared with her, she wasn't the only one to notice the powder keg that was brewing. Then as her boyfriend gently nudged her, Thea glanced over to where he wanted her attention and nodded, knowing that this could be very bad for everyone concerned if the Princess got drunk or worse that L'Sho saw it. A distraction was definitely needed, hoping that the security officers would be able to handle the Princess without causing a scene as she spoke to those in her group. " Yes let us avail ourselves of the feast, Primary I believe you will be interested in what our chefs have managed to achieve with the local delicacies from your home world" she said, silently gesturing for Isaiah to follow as she led them over to the buffet table and away from the Princess.
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Phoebe Volante
Security & Tactical
[TI20]
Posts: 53 Likes: 5
Rank: Ensign
Species: Human
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Post by Phoebe Volante on Nov 10, 2020 9:20:12 GMT
[ Princess Elana - Ten Forward, Deck 10] Elana was just about able to hear what Phoebe was saying as the potent Samarian Sunset continued to take hold and send her taste buds on a very pleasant journey. The liquid reaching places that she didn't know possible and immediately wanted to know the secret of the Sunset and who created it. If she could bring this back to Talor Prime then she would be revered for bringing such delights to the home world. Realising through the delight that she should of sipped slowly but it was too late and was doing everything she could not to burst out in a fit of laughter. Taking another sip, this time a little more carefully as T'Karra spoke about having clarity during the reception and heeded Phoebe's warning. Elana understood her mistake but the effect it was having on was most enjoyable and she no longer cared about anything other than enjoying herself and throwing off the shackles of who she was. The real Elana began to emerge as she looked at her guards, before speaking to both women. " Let us go sit, feast and drink after all I am Royalty, then we can continue this diplomatic exchange which is very, very agreeable to me" she declared, Ostat moving closer in the process as she turned round and walked purposefully towards a nearby table. [Ens. Phoebe Volante - Ten Forward] Phoebe watched as the Princess took another sip, more measured this time taking heed to the warnings. Though she did notice the demeanor of the Princess started to shift, was she drunk already? She'd had a mouthful at most. Perhaps this cocktail was not the best for a first taste of humanity. Phoebe faltered for an instant, this situation could go extremely wrong and the young ensign would be to blame. She made a hasty glance to T'karra, as her mind raced to think of something to do before everything went to hell. Luckily Elana made the great suggestion of sitting down and eating. Perfect, it's less likely she'll fall on her face if she's sat down and food would slow the alcohol. Phoebe quickly matched step with the Princess, hoping she could keep her upright long enough, "May I suggest some pizza, Your Highness? It goes along famously with alcohol and helps lessen the morning after." Did she just offer pizza to a Princess? Was she an officer of the Federation or a bad influence? Maybe both? No, this was fine, she was simply helping keep the Princess in good spirits with good spirits. T'Karra Thea Baker (princess)
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Thea Baker
Command
[TI12]
Posts: 1,448 Likes: 46
Rank: Captain
Position: Commanding Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Thea Baker on Nov 10, 2020 15:17:51 GMT
The Next Morning .... 07:00 Hrs[Corridor Outside Banquet Hall - Deck 12] The figure in the shrouded cloak moved quickly along the corridor, knowing how imperative it was to get away before the body of Advisor Kaelpra was found. Everything had gone to plan and yet they weren't about to commend themselves on the successful slaying of the man who dared to interfere with the way of things. No that particular honour would wait until it was safe to do and then they would bask in the accolades befitting such a task. Of course when Kaelpra's absence was noticed and the alarm was raised, all suspicion would point elsewhere as it had been decreed, ever since it was decided on what must be done to ensure success and victory. Feigning ignorance and focusing on their combined grief was something that they were good at and as the Killer reached safety, they pulled off the cloak and performed the cleansing ritual. Once sanctified, they dressed in a clean garment and disposed of the evidence in accordance with the ritual. Then they joined the others as they entered the Banquet Hall and waited for the morning feast to begin. ***************************** [ Princess Elana - Unknown Location, Unknown Deck] Everything felt as though her gills had closed permanently and her lifeless body had been dragged down into the very depths of the place all Talorians feared. The Pit of Despair was something usually told as a warning to anyone who was reckless, but it was rumoured to actually exist and used for punishment to any who didn't follow the true path. Finding the strength to open her eyes, Elana looked around and quickly noticed a couple of things that weren't correct. Firstly she wasn't in her VIP quarters and secondly she was also very naked, with no recollection of where she was and how she had ended up being divested of her royal gown. Everything was fuzzy and unclear, although she definitely needed some kind of sustenance and moisture before she attempted to do anything other than force herself to sit. " Ostat?, Lesal?, anyone ... I need help".*************************** [ Thea - Chief of Science Quarters, Deck 2] The sound of the chronometer cut through the peace and quiet, rousing one of the bed's occupants who quickly reached over with her hand to shut off the alarm. Of course she knew that both of them would have to get up sooner rather than later, but considering how the reception went the night before, could be forgiven for wanting some extra time, especially after the stronger liquor that she had imbibed in, when she got back to Isaiah's quarters. " Ugh, I don't want to get up yet, I'm happy to have a little lie in, before we get breakfast and report in for our shifts" Thea said, her tone still sleepy as she buried herself back into the blanket and Isaiah.
tag Admin Joshua Niles Phoebe Volante Jovireh Velal T'Karra Charlie Fox Isaiah Quinn Dugris Zaman Kaya Som
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Phoebe Volante
Security & Tactical
[TI20]
Posts: 53 Likes: 5
Rank: Ensign
Species: Human
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Post by Phoebe Volante on Nov 10, 2020 16:14:47 GMT
The Next Morning .... 07:00 Hrs[ Princess Elana - Unknown Location, Unknown Deck] Everything felt as though her gills had closed permanently and her lifeless body had been dragged down into the very depths of the place all Talorians feared. The Pit of Despair was something usually told as a warning to anyone who was reckless, but it was rumoured to actually exist and used for punishment to any who didn't follow the true path. Finding the strength to open her eyes, Elana looked around and quickly noticed a couple of things that weren't correct. Firstly she wasn't in her VIP quarters and secondly she was also very naked, with no recollection of where she was and how she had ended up being divested of her royal gown. Everything was fuzzy and unclear, although she definitely needed some kind of sustenance and moisture before she attempted to do anything other than force herself to sit. " Ostat?, Lesal?, anyone ... I need help". [Ens. Phoebe Volante - Personal Quarters - Bed] Phoebe slowly awoke from her slumber, an action her head did not like and rebelled against with throbbing pain. She pulled one hand out from under her sheets and pressed it on her head, it felt like she had been drinking against a Klingon the previous night. Though her memory failed to confirm or deny such a possibility. Whatever the case it must have been one hell of an after party. The woman slowly forced herself to sit up, trying not to anger her brain any further. A sudden chill made her realise she was not wearing her usual nightwear, odd. A noise next to her caught her attention, there was someone else in the bed with her. At least that explained the clothes, shame the alcohol meant Phoebe couldn't remember anything past the reception. Looking to the stranger in her bed, it took a moment for the haze to leave her bleary eyes and recognise them, "Hello Princess." She spoke in a hushed tone to keep from aggrivating her hangover, " You appear to be in my quarters. And my bed no less. I'll get something for us to drink."Phoebe climbed out of bed and shuffled her way to the replicator, "Two sugar waters. Cold." The woman groaned as the noise ran through her like an electric shock. Once the Replicator had finished it's sonic assault, Phoebe took the two glasses and handed one to Princess Elana, "This will help you feel better." She sat on the bed next to the Princess, her barely functional brain yet to grasp the situation she was in. Thea Baker (princess)
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Jovireh Velal
Security & Tactical
[TI18]
Posts: 2,609 Likes: 55
Rank: Senior Chief Petty Officer
Position: Chief of Security/Tactical
Species: Betazoid/Romulan
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Post by Jovireh Velal on Nov 10, 2020 16:35:32 GMT
[USS Mac - Deck 8, Crew Quarters] Jovireh paced the small living area nervously. Where was Kaelpra? He should have been there by now. He didn't seem like the type of person to be late. Something was wrong. Had the uttaberry wine not agreed with him? He'd only had a couple glasses, but due to differences in physiology, that didn't necessarily mean anything. She should go check on him. "Computer, where is Diplomatic Advisor Kaelpra?" "Diplomatic Advisor Kaelpra is on Deck 12." That was odd... What was he doing on Deck 12? "Where on Deck 12?" "Unknown."Unable to fight the rising panic that something was terribly wrong, Jovireh left her quarters as quickly as she could move without drawing attention to herself. There was no need to cause alarm, he probably just got lost. Jovireh knew just how easily that could happen.
[USS Mac - Deck 12 - Corridor] She had searched every room on the deck, and walked the entire hall twice, with no sign of her Talorian friend. Or any Talorian for that matter. Starting to wish she had a tricorder with her, she checked with the computer again, only to receive the same unhelpful response. Taking a slow, deep breath, she decided to make one more round before checking the Mess Hall where the Talorians would be gathering. Perhaps he had simply forgotten to meet her. But then why would the computer say he was - Her train of thought cut off and her heart skipped a beat, her blood suddenly feeling like ice in her veins. That panel... No Starfleet officer would leave it unsecured that way. Had someone been in the Jeffries Tubes? Every sense now on high alert, she cautiously approached the misaligned panel, also wishing she had a phaser. But no, it was supposed to be a casual breakfast, she hadn't wanted to alarm their guests, who would have then been her hosts. The only reason she was even in her uniform was because she hadn't brought any civilian clothes appropriate for such an occasion. Tentatively sliding the panel open to reveal the Jeffries Tube within, she gasped and slammed it shut as the sight registered. Jovireh didn't know what she had been expecting to see, but the lifeless eyes gaping at her had not been it. Taking another deep breath, she glanced over her shoulder to make sure no one was coming, before she slowly cracked the panel open once more. That was definitely Kaelpra laying there, and she didn't need a tricorder to know he was dead. "Faelirh ch'susse-thrai... " This was really, really bad. "Computer, seal the Deck." At least her voice-imprint security clearance had been transferred to the Mac. The last thing she needed was for one of the Talorians to walk around the corner and find her here. There'd be no way to convince them she hadn't killed him. Her fingers shook as she tapped the com badge on her chest. "Crewman Velal to Commodore Perry. I need you to come to Deck 12, sir. It's urgent." Hopefully her voice didn't shake as badly as her hand. Whispering a quiet blessing for the departed to the man she had hoped would become a friend, she sealed the panel once more and turned her back to it, standing at attention to await the Commodore. She didn't know what else to do.
Tag Ozu Saya (Perry); soft tags Starfleet personnel who can hear the com
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Charlie Fox
Civilian
FOX NEWS
Posts: 730 Likes: 81
Position: Journalist
Species: A human of some kind
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Post by Charlie Fox on Nov 10, 2020 17:22:14 GMT
[ Commodore Calvin Perry - Ten Forward] Perry thought that Baker and Quinn were going quite a bit overboard in their solicitation to the Primary, but he wouldn't cause Starfleet problems by scoffing about it aloud. He'd fight tooth and nail against an order he disagreed with, but once past a certain point, it was counterproductive to continue rocking the boat. So he'd go along until things fell apart. And then he was having to repeat, discipline, discipline, discipline, to himself as the Primary informed them that he expected an apology before the negotiations could proceed. The commodore clenched his teeth and rocked his jaw behind closed lips as he considered and discarded any number of responses that would have caused an interstellar incident. Finally he settled on a change of subject. We should avail ourselves of this feast. Is there anything you'd like to try, Primary? There, that was as diplomatic as he could manage through repressed anger. [Lt. Isaiah Quinn - Ten Forward, USS Mac ] It was quickly becoming apparent that the only opinion that seemed to matter was that of Primary L'Sho's. Isaiah glanced momentarily over at Thea, whom he seemed to be in perfect concert with. As far as Commodore Perry was concerned, it seemed that he didn't care very much for L'Sho's opinion. Still, the Commodore managed to maintain his composure, not allowing L'Sho to get the better of him. In fact, the pivot to the feast was actually a welcome change of pace. It was rather timely, as it seemed that L'Sho still harbored some resentment to the way the Talorians had been painted as villains and murderers by some of the Federation publications. And his insinuation that an actual apology was warranted before any fruitful talks could proceed was going to be a tough one to pull off. In all honesty, it was more than likley that he would receive an apology in the midst of the negotiations, but to ask for one before they even began? What about an apology on behalf of his people to those families that had lost their loved ones? Isaiah's own lips had parted as he was about to speak, but it was then that Perry's redirection to the meal had been cast. The science officer simply sighed, glancing once more in Thea's direction. He was beginning to wonder if these talks had been doomed from the beginning. Isaiah's eyes scanned the room once more, falling upon Princess Elana. She was still in the company of Crewman T'Karra and Ensign Volante, and the trio appeared to be... doing shots? His elbow subtly nudged Thea. While the two security officers appeared to be making more headway with the Princess, Quinn only hoped that she'd be somewhat sober throughout the reception. [Primary L'Sho - Ten Forward, USS Mac]The Primary felt as though he was getting an excellent read on his hosts throughout the course of this event, and their exchanges. The Commodore seemed rigid; L'Sho thought his displeasure was right there, just below the surface, and beneath that an anger. But the man did not let it overcome him. Instead, he redirected the flow of conversation to more neutral ground - the lazy choice. The Lt. Quinn seemed much more composed; control was easier for him, it seemed. Perhaps he would present a challenge, or perhaps he was just spineless. And the Commander, all signs pointed toward her being a people pleaser. Primary L'Sho suspected that if he announced their footwear offended him, that she'd order them all to remove their shoes. He went along with Perry. "I would like to sample whatever it is you consider a favourite," he said in response. His interest was feigned, but he hid his boredom. The most interesting elements of this gathering was not the food, or the Federation, rather it was the many conversations that his people had initiated with relative strangers. He kept a watchful eye on Kaelpra and Relan. Once he saw them disengage, he would make a promise to himself to retire early.
Exit Primary L'Sho. ~~~ [USS Mac, Ten Forward] Breakfast. With all of them. That was sooner than she had been expecting. Oh well, it was likely for the best, as it would give her more time to process everything she might learn about them - both as individuals and as a race. The thought of bringing a PADD with her to take notes did cross her mind, but she immediately discarded it as being quite rude. No one wanted to feel like they were specimens for study. She would just have to pay extra attention and hope her memory retained the necessary information. Noticing the way he stiffened a bit, she took a sip from her own wine and followed his gaze to Primary L'Sho, whom was still in conversation with the Commodore and senior officers. She certainly did not envy them, as the Primary looked to be a far less pleasant companion than Kaelpra. "What time should I be ready?" It wouldn't do for her to be showing up still half asleep. [Kaelpra - Ten Forward, USS Mac]"0700, if that is agreeable?" Kaelpra asked, not wanting to impinge on Jovireh's sleep or personal time if he could help it. "We can go through a few basic rules of etiquette before we go in. Worry not, I will not throw you to the kind'l." He smiled, like she would catch that meaning, and seemed pleased with himself at his choice of new friend. "Now, Jovireh, child of two cultures. Tell me more about what that was like..."
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Charlie Fox
Civilian
FOX NEWS
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Post by Charlie Fox on Nov 10, 2020 17:49:43 GMT
[ Lt (JG) Joshua Niles - Corridor, Deck 10 > Charlie's Quarters, Deck 8- USS Mac]"Well, in all fairness the last one I attended didn't go so well either. And if it keeps me out of that monkey suit, all the better," he replied with a grin. Now, he had no love wasted on the Talorians; and unless he could be proven to him that they would indeed make good candidates for the Federation he might be willing to revise his thinking... but he had very few hopes of that. Not unless their Primary decided to retract his slanderous accusations. And somehow he didn't see that happening anytime soon. Upon arriving in the journalist's quarters, Josh did not find himself too surprised to find it was in a state of complete and utter chaos. Oh, he had a clear notion that his host knew precisely where everything she may need might be. However, it was a stark contrast with his own rather minimalistic accommodations. But then again, he had no baggage with him past his uniforms and a few sets of civilian clothes when he had arrived at his duty station, and not had time to accumulate much. Normally, the sight of such a mess might discomfit him, but instead he did smile, realizing that this was, in a lot of ways, a reflection of Charlie Fox herself. At the mention of a drink, he found himself in deep agreement, but when the bottle was produced, he found himself taken aback by how it was behaving. Now that was something new, and he had absolutely no idea what he was getting himself into. However, when asked to find glasses, he nodded. "Just a moment."With those words spoken, he made his way to the replicator, and called up a pair of lowball glasses, uncertain of what that particular liquor was best served into. Presenting the glassware to his host, he considered the bottle once more. "Well, I will say this for certain, that looks... interesting and at this point, if it's real alcohol, I'm not going to say no to it!" [Charlie Fox - Guest Quarters, Deck 8]With new booze in hand, she walked over to where Josh stood with the glasses. She uncapped the fiasco-Italian style bottle, and leaned in a little to give it a sniff. Her face screwed up in response. "Definitely real alcohol," she pronounced, then prepared to pour a generous measure into each glass. With the movement, the liquid inside lost much of its redness and turned a dark orange. In many ways the way it was acting reminded her of a Samarian Sunset, but she suspected this might pack much more of a punch. Once poured, Charlie used the bottle to push a pile of PADDs to make some space on a nearby end table, and then returned to relieve Josh of her glass. "To... diplomatic incidents. Cheers." She grinned, held up her glass to tap against his, and then brought it to her lips to take a proper taste. She closed her eyes for a moment as her taste buds delivered a message to her brain that she was not expecting. It was reminiscent of rum, she thought, with hints of orange? Something citrus. She took another sip and decided she liked it. It was festive. "And now, the real reason I brought you here," she said once she'd managed to make half her drink vanish, her tone only slightly suggestive. She waved him toward the living area as she moved, waited until they were situated, and then gave the other. "Computer, activate and display file DD-Log-Cos2537-1."A holographic representation of the destroyed Dies Irae appeared in the middle of the coffee table. Some distance away was the Talorian Armada, hanging in space, as though frozen in time while Princess Orya's ship died. Charlie had referred to a particularly damaging rumour in one of her recent articles about the Talorians, and the shimmering representation in the middle of the room was her source. *** [Guest Quarters, Deck 8]8... 10? hours laterCharlie, who had a murderous hangover and no reason to get up or be anywhere at all the next morning, turned over and fell right back asleep.
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Joshua Niles
Security & Tactical
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Post by Joshua Niles on Nov 10, 2020 18:39:37 GMT
[Charlie Fox - Guest Quarters, Deck 8]With new booze in hand, she walked over to where Josh stood with the glasses. She uncapped the fiasco-Italian style bottle, and leaned in a little to give it a sniff. Her face screwed up in response. "Definitely real alcohol," she pronounced, then prepared to pour a generous measure into each glass. With the movement, the liquid inside lost much of its redness and turned a dark orange. In many ways the way it was acting reminded her of a Samarian Sunset, but she suspected this might pack much more of a punch. Once poured, Charlie used the bottle to push a pile of PADDs to make some space on a nearby end table, and then returned to relieve Josh of her glass. "To... diplomatic incidents. Cheers." She grinned, held up her glass to tap against his, and then brought it to her lips to take a proper taste. She closed her eyes for a moment as her taste buds delivered a message to her brain that she was not expecting. It was reminiscent of rum, she thought, with hints of orange? Something citrus. She took another sip and decided she liked it. It was festive. "And now, the real reason I brought you here," she said once she'd managed to make half her drink vanish, her tone only slightly suggestive. She waved him toward the living area as she moved, waited until they were situated, and then gave the other. "Computer, activate and display file DD-Log-Cos2537-1."A holographic representation of the destroyed Dies Irae appeared in the middle of the coffee table. Some distance away was the Talorian Armada, hanging in space, as though frozen in time while Princess Orya's ship died. Charlie had referred to a particularly damaging rumour in one of her recent articles about the Talorians, and the shimmering representation in the middle of the room was her source. *** [Guest Quarters, Deck 8]8... 10? hours laterCharlie, who had a murderous hangover and no reason to get up or be anywhere at all the next morning, turned over and fell right back asleep.
Tag: Joshua Niles [ Lt (JG) Joshua Niles - Charlie's Quarters > Officers' Quarters > Bridge - USS Mac]
One sip of the drink presented to him had been enough for Josh to know that it would indeed do quite well. It had a most definite alcoholic punch that was similar to the rum he was accustomed to, accompanied by a taste he could only attribute to some kind of orange derivative. To his palate, if he had to take a guess, it was distilled from some kind of sugarcane analogue, and had been aged in fruit wood barrels... and it was indeed quite good. A long pull later, he could feel the alcohol doing its magic, seeping into his body and mind like smooth, honeyed fire and releasing much of the tension he had accumulate. In fact, he'd even been comfortable enough to undo even more of the hooks-and-eyes keeping his dress uniform jacket closed... just in time to be shown the recording. "Oh Hell," he immediately let go after he saw it replay for the first time. The material before him wasn't just a journalistic scoop, it was the sort of information that could have massive repercussions. And, based on the resources accessible in her quarters, it looked legitimate, although he did send a copy of it to his own files, files he could run through Mac's tactical computers to better verify... but that would be for later. After more alcohol was to be imbibed. When he woke up, the young Lieutenant knew he'd overdone it. The bottle of that mystery drink that they had shared was empty. As was another of a much more mundane spirit. His head was pounding, his mouth was pasty, he was still dressed... mostly, and at first he did not recognize his surroundings... and he was sitting on the deck, his back to the couch. And the low light of the room was sending daggers of agony through his head, which already felt as though there was a pipe-and-drums band possessed of great enthusiasm but little talent relentlessly drilling within the confines of his skull. And, on the couch behind him, he could hear soft snores. Wait, what? Slowly, he craned his neck to look at who was there, and then he remembered. Charlie. She had led him to her quarters. They had talked, she'd shown him something, and they had gotten to drinking. To some serious drinking. Gingerly, and stopping a number of times as the room started to swim about himself, Niles picked himself up and walked to the computer console to check the time. Just a little after 0700; he was due on the Bridge in under an hour... Lovely. And as such, disheveled, his open dress uniform tunic rumpled and hanging from his shoulders, he started to stumble towards the door. Not only was he hungover, he suspected he was actually still drunk, and in no state to report for duty at this time. Which meant he had but little time to deal with anything, and he made his way towards his quarters... though not without being seen by a pair of Ops crewmen just as he exited the journalists' quarters. The trip to his quarters took mere minutes, but it had felt like an eternity, between his unsteady gait, headache, pasty mouth and sour stomach. However, he did make it without losing the contents of his stomach, which he attributed to a minor miracle in its own right. And once in the privacy of his much more orderly quarters, he made his way towards the replicator, and wasted no time in getting a hypospray of a morning-after cocktail. A combination a few anti-intoxicants and analgesic were quick to find his way into his system... and the side effects took hold almost immediately. Starting with making a run for the head in order to purge his stomach of any alcohol that might still be in there, while accelerating liver and kidney function to metabolize what was still floating around his bloodstream. Well, that handled the hangover, and the drunkenness, but that did little for the lack of sleep and the fact he reeked like a distillery, which was what a sonic shower and a change of uniform had been for. Along with scarfing down a bacon sandwich and a few cups of very strong coffee. Well, perhaps he was no longer drunk, nor was he bothered by the overindulgence of alcohol, but at least he looked and felt less like a complete and utter wreck and more like death warmed over... Which would have to do as he made his way to the Bridge to take his watch at Tactical... and to examine the data provided to him much more closely.
Soft Charlie Fox and all others.
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Kaya Som
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Post by Kaya Som on Nov 10, 2020 19:05:46 GMT
[ PO1 Kaya Som | Turbolift to Deck 12 ] [ Morning ]While a good many of her fellow crew had the morning to sleep off whatever wild time they'd managed to make out of the second most awkward party Kaya had been to in the last six months, Kaya had a shift. The lateral sensor arrays on deck 12 needed a routine upgrade that was more easily managed on site rather than from main engineering. The turbolift stopped at deck 12 but the doors did not open. Coffee in one hand, Kaya had to tuck a PADD under her arm to tap at the panel to no avail. "Computer, open," she tried. -#- Unable to comply. Deck 12 has been sealed. -#- Kaya paused. "The whole thing? Why?" -#- Deck 12 has been sealed per security order. -#- "Why? What happened?" Wasn't there supposed to be a fancy breakfast, like, soon? -#- Reason unspecified. -#- Kaya made a whining noise deep in her throat, and tapped her combadge. =A= Som to security. What's going on with deck 12? =A= Jovireh Velal and/or any security
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