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Post by Cyrano Jones on Dec 1, 2009 13:37:09 GMT -5
This is where crewmembers can post on their off duty hours
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Post by Lt. Eric Moore on Dec 11, 2009 19:44:02 GMT -5
He came aboard at the K-7 station, getting his quarter assignment he heads to it.
In side his quarters he unpacks his things, placing photos of his family like Admiral Gardner is family had been in Star Fleet sense the 2130's, When he finishes he heads to the bridge to look over helm
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Post by Lt. Jeanne Striker on Dec 19, 2009 12:57:30 GMT -5
She enters the quarters assigned to her on board the Detroyat not knowing what really to expect. The ship was built for nothing of comfort but everything of practicality. She saw how it was furnished and smiled just enough to make it tolerable to be in the space but not enough to make it hard to leave in the morning. This is going to be fun. Now, to unpack.Getting the gear that she had with her off her shoulder she then unpacked her belongings placing the few things that traveled with her from home to the academy. Scattering them throughout the living space she then got ready for duty. Knowing full well alpha shift was going to report soon and that her first tour of duty was going to begin. ****Duty Shift Later **** After completing her duty shift she came back into quarters. Seeing how unique the crew was and how effortlessly it was to bring the ship out of dock she knew that it was going to be an interesting voyage to say the least. Communicating with space dock made her realize just amazing her job could be if she just would clear her mind and just focus. Getting out of her duty uniform she dressed in what could be described as flannels before taking up a piece of paper and panicle. Despite their advances to not need these things she still felt it calming to do this. Turning the panicle in her hand she started to draw letting her mind wander over the paper and just draw something to release the energy that came with a new assignment.
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Post by Lt. Angelaine Kitona on Jan 28, 2010 11:24:42 GMT -5
Angie looked around her quarters on the Detroyat and smiled. They were definitely not the acommadations she was accustomed to as Crown Princess of her home planet but, she liked the coziness and warmth. She set down the two bags she brought with her and proceeded to place her things where she wanted them.
Then, she thought, she was finally here. Just LT Angelaine Kitona of Mandylita. No more diplomatic meetings, no boring parties, no formal protocols for awhile. It was so refreshing. She would finally be treated as a regular person, well, as regular as she could be treated, givin who and what she was, which reminded her, she needed to check in with Captain Dallas.
He should have her file by now, including the special addendum about the unique abilities of her ruling line. That should make for some interesting discussion.
She headed to the door and stopped to look back, Yes, it was going to be a very interesting assignment. She had fought long and hard with Starfleet over this and she had won, she was here, among the stars.
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Post by Lt. Elvi Rahn Peirce on Apr 27, 2010 18:48:48 GMT -5
Moving On A Story Log by Lt. Elvi Pierce
(This occurred before Elvi reported to the Detroyat and also before the indcident with Captain Ripper)
All Elvi had left to do at Utopia Planitia was to pack up a few personal items. She crouched and picked up a flattened storage unit, flipped it open and set it on her desk. My old desk. She thought with only the tiniest bit of sorrow. Elvi knew that she was going to miss her office and her friends on UP but she was looking forward to her new position much more. When she was done in the office she was heading straight for a transport that was taking her to her new position aboard the USS Detroyat under the command of Captain C.J. Dallas. Elvi fingered the braid on the sleeve of her blue uniform with a thoughtful smile. She had been longing for a starship posting from her first day at Starfleet Academy and had been delighted to accept the post of Detroyat's Assistant Medical Officer. Then yesterday, less than twenty-four hours before she was due to report to her new billet, she had gotten word that the Lt. Commander who had initially accepted the Detroyat's Chief Medical Officer position had been mysteriously reassigned elsewhere. Elvi had suddenly found herself not only promoted to Lieutenant, but preparing to go aboard the Detroyat as the ship's new CMO!
“You weren't planning on leaving without saying goodbye, were you?” A shock of tousled jet-black hair preceded the rest of the head and was accompanied by the wide grin and smiling eyes of a face quite familiar to the doctor. Ron Chang invited the rest of himself in before she could reply.
“Ron! What a surprise!” She exclaimed in response to her visitor and quickly dropped the holocube and small spiral-bound notebook that she had been holding into the box and slid the cover on top. Elvi was pleased to see that her friend Ron Chang, had come to say farwell.
Elvi and Ron had met several years before when she was a newly-minted doctor fresh out of Starfleet Academy. She had been looking for a place practice karate while serving at Utopia Planitia and her search had landed her in his dojo. Ron had agreed to take her on, but it had quickly become obvious that student and teacher were fairly evenly matched in skill. Ron and Elvi had become close friends in no time. Instead of formal lessons, the pair often found themselves practicing together and putting on demonstrations for the newer students. For a while Elvi had thought she sensed the stirrings of something beyond a platonic friendship between them – until Ron had shown up at Elvi's birthday party with a stunning redhead on his arm. Elvi had figured she had misread the signs and had backed off, content to be Ron's practice partner and pal.
“I'd offer you tea but I've already cleaned the cups and put them away. I wouldn't want my replacement to think I was a slob....” She explained as she rushed around her desk and enveloped Ron in a hug “...and of course I was going to stop in and say goodbye to everyone! I still have....” She looked down at her chrono. “....three hours and seventeen minutes before they're expecting me.”
“Detroyat's CMO eh? I always knew you'd go far Elvi, cream always rises to the top.” He said as pulled her close and squeezed her tightly, lifting the petite doctor up off the deck as he did so. “I'm going to miss you a ton.”
“I believe you!” Elvi exclaimed, chuckling at his demonstration of affection. “You'd better not let the other students at the dojo know that you're such a softy.”
Ron let Elvi go slowly and perched on the edge of her desk. “Somehow, I think they'd understand under these circumstances.” He replied quietly.
Elvi tilted her head sideways and regarded him curiously. “What circumstances? Did something happen?
Ron stood up abruptly. “I'm sorry...I shouldn't have come here.” He started for the door but Elvi put her hand on his arm.
“You came all the way down here just to run off like this?” She insisted. “What's the matter with you?” Elvi saw sadness as he lifted his chocolate colored eyes to meet her bright blue ones.
“I've been a fool Elvi. I let foolish fears keep me from saying what I felt.” He snorted and chuckled. “But at least I won the pool.”
“What are you babbling about? What pool?” She asked.
“Some of the students at the dojo started a betting pool....they took wagers on who could guess most closely when we would get together.” His shoulders slumped further. “I won $750 credits. I had picked never.”
Elvi narrowed her eyes and tried to meet his gaze. “Ron Chang, wanting to win a few credits in a bet has got to be the most pitiful reason for not asking a woman out that I've ever heard.” She gave him a playful punch in the arm and smiled but he didn't seem to be moved by her attempt at humor.
She pulled herself up onto the desk and sat next to him. A few minutes of silence passed but it seemed like forever to Elvi. Why is he telling me this NOW?... She wondered. I hadn't been wrong, there had been an attraction between us. Why had he never said anything before? Finally she broke the silence.
“Well, then....seriously, why didn't you say anything Ron? She queried.
He slid off the desk and turned to face her. “I already told you why. I was afraid.”
She looked at him skeptically. “Afraid that I didn't like you...the same way you liked me?” She was kicking herself mentally for not knowing that he'd been hiding his feelings all this time.
“No,” he answered lowering his eyes again “I'm ashamed to say it was because of where you were raised.”
Ron's answer shocked her. Elvi had spent the first part of her life on an obscure colony world-- but she had never volunteered, even to Ron, anything beyond a basic description of life there – and the fact that she had jumped at the chance to leave the planet and move to Earth at seventeen. A little over a dozen years later she considered herself more a citizen of the Federation than of the colony and while she missed her family, she had never been back.
“What do you mean?” She asked.
“You see....I wanted to learn more about you...to gather intelligence that I could use to get to know you better...maybe to suprise you with a delicacy from home or something. So I looked up Jalessi Colony.”
Elvi's stomach turned...he had obviously found or seen some of the negative press that the colony had received after it had been “discovered”. She'd read quite a few of those accounts herself and it had been a long time before she had stopped being angry about them. Those articles were part of the reason that she didn't speak much about her childhood home. Now she was angry all over again – with Ron.
“Did you really believe I was like that? Did you honestly believe I thought of you as some kind of second-class citizen?”
“At first....I wasn't sure. I mean, the articles did come from the Federation News Network! And you were very....strong willed and very opinionated and I did have to put all my efforts into besting you when we practiced together. I didn't know what to think....”
“Oh Ron, you could have asked me....and you should have.” She lay her hand on his cheek gently but he flinched away. “I have some idea of what was in those articles you read. You need to understand that in 2010 when my people left Earth they were following our prophet's vision and they believed they were saving humanity. La Pelligrina preached that much of Earth's troubles had been caused by men being in charge, so our society was matriarchal, but I assure you that men were never treated badly.”
Elvi paused for a second trying to gauged Ron's reaction to what she was telling him but his face was blank.
“Until Starfleet rediscovered our colony, we still believed that all life on Earth had ended in 2012 like her visions. Life was very hard and mortality rates were high on Jalessi. Male births outnumbered female by five to one. As a result we made choices and decisions that we believed were right for us. It came to be expected that women marry young, take more than one husband and produce as many children as possible. We never have considered men inferior, Jalessi women have always loved their husbands and are not shy about showing their affection for them. Men are allowed to choose to make careers outside of the home if they desire to do so, but most still prefer to stay and care for the home and young......” Elvi's words trailed off and she looked at him disappointedly.
“I know you are not some man-hating throwback...I knew that a long time ago but by the time I realized that I had been wrong, I thought it was too late.....Elvi, I'm so sorry....I didn't know how to admit what I had thought....and I had been such an idiot already....”
He gave her such a pained look that it totally popped her bubble of anger.
“So you compounded the situation by traipsing around with bimbo after bimbo like some sort of neo-Neandrethal?” Elvi laughed.
Ron smiled weakly at Elvi. “When I said that I was a fool, I meant it. So...where does that leave us?”
Elvi unhesitatingly wrapped her arms around him. “As friends of course.” She said while hugging him, a mist of tears starting to fog her eyes.
“Tell me something Elvi. If I had come clean a long time ago...told you how I felt and explained what I was afraid of....would we have had a chance?” He looked at her expectantly.
She shook her head. “I can't answer that Ron. We can't go back, we can only go forward.”
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Post by Captain C.J. Dallas on May 17, 2010 0:10:46 GMT -5
::Dallas Straightened out his uniform tunic as he came to Lt Kitona's Door and rang the buzzer. He'd hoped she wouldn't find it an intrusion.::
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Post by Lt. Angelaine Kitona on May 17, 2010 13:59:20 GMT -5
Angie had just finished lighting the Candle of Rememberance when she heard the door's soft chime. She smiled sadly and turned, still wearing her dark red ceremonial robe, her hair loose to her hips. There were still tears on her cheeks.
"Come," she said softly.
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Post by Captain C.J. Dallas on May 17, 2010 21:43:22 GMT -5
::The Door Hissed, sliding open. Dallas hesitantly entered.::I hope I'm not intruding, Lt. Kitona. I stopped by because I know that you went through an experience that obviously you found traumatic. I'm not rushing you for a report.
I just wanted to make sure you were alright. Calling you to my office in an official manner,...well, didn't seem the right thing to do under the circumstances.
::He waited until offered to take a seat. He felt a litle awkward about the visit, but he was concerned about his Navigator. Not just the Officer, but the prson as well.::
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Post by Lt. Angelaine Kitona on May 17, 2010 22:52:15 GMT -5
Angelaine smiled and gestured to one of the chairs so that he could sit. She took one opposite him. "I will be all right, Captain. It was good of you to want to see about me, though. I just finished what my people call the "Ceremony of Rememberence". We light a red candle, similiar to that one," She indicated the small lit candle on her dressing table, "And remember those who have gone before us. It seemed the best way for me to remember Kareena and her people. I only knew them for such a short time and yet...."
Her voice trailed off, as if she was recalling what had happened to her. Then, she looked at the Captain. "It's almost like I lost a member of my own family. They tried so hard, so hard to live and to have one of their own destroy everything they tried to do. It makes no sense but then, life never really does, does it?"
Then, she smiled again. "I will be fine, Captain, just need time to mourn. At least we have their cultural data base. That will tell us who and what they were. I hope you let me have a hand in going through it. I mean, I know I'm Navigator and Tatical but, I also have two degrees in history and xenocultures. A chance like this doesn't come very often." She looked out her window at the stars passing by.
"Captain, do you ever wonder what good we really do out here, among all of these stars?"
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Post by Captain C.J. Dallas on May 18, 2010 13:51:32 GMT -5
Angelaine smiled and gestured to one of the chairs so that he could sit. She took one opposite him. "I will be all right, Captain. It was good of you to want to see about me, though. I just finished what my people call the "Ceremony of Rememberence". We light a red candle, similiar to that one," She indicated the small lit candle on her dressing table, "And remember those who have gone before us. It seemed the best way for me to remember Kareena and her people. I only knew them for such a short time and yet...."
Her voice trailed off, as if she was recalling what had happened to her. Then, she looked at the Captain. "It's almost like I lost a member of my own family. They tried so hard, so hard to live and to have one of their own destroy everything they tried to do. It makes no sense but then, life never really does, does it?"
Then, she smiled again. "I will be fine, Captain, just need time to mourn. At least we have their cultural data base. That will tell us who and what they were. I hope you let me have a hand in going through it. I mean, I know I'm Navigator and Tatical but, I also have two degrees in history and xenocultures. A chance like this doesn't come very often." She looked out her window at the stars passing by.
"Captain, do you ever wonder what good we really do out here, among all of these stars?" ::He nodded, Listening to her as he sat back.::
I will place you in charge of the data. Review it at your leisure. We'll transmit the report once we're back in range. ::He leaned foreward::
Lt, I think that those people made you a member of their family. It's your job now to keep alive who and what they were. You will be given full credit for the contact.
Lt.....Angelaine, I want you to know that I understand how feel more than you know. What you went through was difficult, and it affected you emotionally. You have shown great compassion and charity for these people. It may not feel like it now, But when you return home to assume your Matriarchal duties, I think you'll find that this, and the other experiences you're going have on this ship will make you a far better leader to your people.
So you see, perhaps our travels out here do, infact benefit us. The more peoples we meet, the more we learn about ourselves.
The Universe is a Challenge to Humanity, Angelaine. It is full of vastness and wonders that have fascinated us and other races for ages.
To me, It's like God is saying: "I have put all this out here for you, Come out and see it. learn about it. Figure it out."
We may never "Figure it out". But it is the process of trying that keeps us growing as a race.
::He paused a moment, then started:: I know how personal this was for you to share with me. I would like to tell you something personal about me. Would that be alright?
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Post by Lt. Angelaine Kitona on May 19, 2010 11:56:12 GMT -5
Angelaine had turned back from the window to listen as the Captain said what he needed to say. She was grateful that she could go over the data base, Credit didn't matter to her, it never had. She knew he was right about how this would affect her being Queen back on Mandylita.
Her eyes widened when he asked if he could tell her something personal about himself. This was turning into an unusual conversation. She tucked her legs underneath her, coving them with the robe she still wore.
"Of course, Captain," she said in a soft voice, "if you feel like you should, please, go ahead. You know it won't go outside these walls unless you say it's all right to do so."
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Post by Captain C.J. Dallas on May 21, 2010 6:35:58 GMT -5
Dallas found himself fumbling for words.
"It's not so much 'personal' I was afraid of giving you the wrong idea. ::He collected his thoughts:: I wanted to discuss this with you because I believe your recent experience may have given you a unique perspective on this....dilemma...of mine."
::He took a breath and began:: "Angelaine, you mourn these people you experienced. You were in there with them, your psyche intertwined with theirs. But tell me something. Were they really 'Living' in there?"
"Sure, they were technically alive, but encapsulated in this vessel of theirs for millenia. Stagnant. waiting. Would you want that for yourself? I'd suffocate."
"Which brings me to the point. You're no doubt familiar with the Delta Triangle? Isn;t it kind of the same for thoise people in there? Sure they have a peaceful community and an orderly society in there, But it's stagnation! And Mankind has to have movement!"
"Angelaine. I was to be married. She's a Starfleet science officer. She's in there. She went on a mission to retrace the last voyage of the Bonnaventure. The rift of the Triangle shifted, and it wans't where they thought it would be. they got pulled in."
::The hesitated:: "She had a type or sethemia that there no cure for as of yet. She ad.....maybe a decade. Maybe less. She wanted to live, and do the things she did, right up to the end. She was one feisty woman. You'd have liked her."
"I get the same thing from Starfleet every time. 'Dallas, at least she isn't going to die in there. She's healthy now.'"
::He stood up. A little agitated:: "Just being alive isn't enough for us! We have to live! Truly live! With all the great joy and all the terrible pain life throws at us! We can't be human without it!"
::He paces a little:: "I Go over this in my mind over, and over again. I come to the same conclusion. She'd rather live the remainder of her life to the fullest with what she had left, then just be alive and stagnate. So would I, and I'm willing to wager so would you."
::He sighed, taking a moment.::
"What she's going through now, as far as I'm concerned Is a fate worse than death. And I don;t know what to do about it. Except tell you this so I can take it outside of myself and see it with your eyes."
::He sat back down, rubbing his Temples::
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Post by Lt. Angelaine Kitona on May 21, 2010 17:20:35 GMT -5
Angelaine listened carefully and could feel the pain and indecision he was feeling. She let him talk, let him say things the way he wanted to say them. Finally, he sat back down and she waited.
"Captain, Cyrano," she said quietly, "I can't answer for those in the Delta triangle but, Kareena and her people were alive in there. They didn't have their bodies, I know but their souls, their spirits were there and that is the part of us that never dies, despite what Kareena said about going into oblivion.
Kareena and her people live. As for the Delta Triangle, I really don't know. True, without obstacles to overcome, we stagnate and die and yet, who is to say that those in there do not have obstacles to overcome? The human mind can be very inventive and create challanges where none were before.
If the woman you speak of is as fiesty as you say that I'm reasonably certain she would create her own challanges to overcome. Who knows, perhaps her challange is trying to find a way back here. I don't always go by what the Starfleet higher ups say. I go by what I know, what I have done and seen before.
But, you need to seriously ask yourself these questions. Yes, she is cured, now however, if she does find a way back, her disease will return. Now, which would she want, not what you want, my dear friend but, would she choose to come back, knowing what awaits her? She probably knows what watching her die would do to you.
Now," she leaned forward, "Would you be willing, if given the chance, to go and join her, thereby insuring that both of you would have long lives? Don't give me anything about 'duty' or 'loyalty' or any of that Starfleet jargon. Think about yourself for a change and what you would do if you could. That's really the only way to sort this out.
I wish I could help your more, Cyrano but, I really don't know what else to tell you. I'm sorry I can't be of more help to you." She sat back and watched his face, really wishing she could do more.
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Post by Captain C.J. Dallas on May 24, 2010 0:42:15 GMT -5
You've helped more than you know just by listening, Angelaine.
::He paced back and forth a little.::
They say that there's something in there that....tames you. Makes you complacent and satisfied. ::He took a deep breath::
Alright, all duty and all that rubbish aside. I know she would HATE the thought of that. I was...am so much in love with her, that I was going to marry her, despite her condition and I would have stayed by her side until the end.
::He paced again::
Because NO disease, or sickness could ever take her spirit from her. The Drive that she had. The things she's accomplished!
::He pointed to nothing in particular:: But THAT Place, that place in there, It takes all that away from you! Sure there's no violence, no crime, But there is no ambition! There is nothing to do in ther but be alive. And wait....Until you finally, after God knows how long, really DO die!
::He paused.::
I don;t to just wait to die! I want to meet it head on when the time comes! I want my death to mean something!
Angelaine, I know her, and I know in my heart that she would NOT want this!
::He walked around, then sat down::
Ok, Duty and all that aside, Doing what I do, this ship...This is what I am! I believe this is what I was meant to do!
Would I give it all up to go in there? and just...live?....No, Angelaine. I'd rather die than go in there. IF I did go, I would no longer be me.
Peace, Long life. Serenity, no crime or worries, of course that appeals to me. But we can't have it imposed upon us! We as a race have been taking baby steps and getting a little better each time around.
Maybe when we've beaten each other up enough as races, we'll reach that conclusion on our own. It has to be our choice. Even if it's the wrong one. That's part of humanity just as much as the charitable part.
::He realized he'd been ranting on and decided to rest and listen::
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Post by Lt. Angelaine Kitona on May 24, 2010 10:57:14 GMT -5
Angie waited until the Captain sat back down. "I know. I remember Captain Kirk after that mission involving Vaal. He said 'Maybe we aren't meant to live in paradise.' He's probably right. Ok, they have their own Garden of Eden in a way but, how do you send the serpent into this one and, more importantly, what would happen to the triangle if we did send in a serpent?
You see, that's the dilemma here. We want to change the Triangle but, we have no clue as to what would happen if we did. I'm not sure I have any answers for you, Cyrano, I'm not sure that anyone has the answers this time. We could try to go in and get her but, we'd have to take a shuttle. Risking the entire ship would not be a good idea.
I've never been in the Triangle before so, I don't know if it would affect me the same way or not. If you want to try it, I'm willing to go with you but, you have to weigh all of the factors here. I hate to say this, Cyrano, but, it is up to you."
She sat back to watch his face.
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