Date: April ?, 2003
Author: Cdr Ardiam Teloni
--A Corridor, en route to Research Area--
Kes was up ahead, point blank refusing to give up her position to the
XO. She'd skilfully deployed her team with Teloni and Sullivan in the
center, stating, quite abruptly as Klingon's do, that security was
HER jurisdiction and that, "With all respect Sir, you are here to
lead the mission, not dictate the security arrangements I am taking
to ensure the safety of both the Executive Officer and Chief Medical
Officer, not only them, but everyone else in this team." Ardiam could
have argued, but something stopped him. Probably the fact that is may
have been useless to do so, more the fact that the emotion emanating
from the CMO gave him pause that confrontational conversation wasn't
what she needed to hear. Something on this station had her nervous as
hell. He didn't want to aggravate the situation.
"Eaglewind to Teloni. Report Commander." interrupted the comm. The
Commodore tinny voice echoed around the corridor.
"We're on route to the Research Lab Sir," began Teloni, "Riis and the
Engineering Team are currently attempting to establish full power to
the station, latest reports show they're struggling with some relays.
Finnegan has engaged hostiles in the vicinity. Kalron and his team
are working in Ops, attempting to gain control from that perspective."
"Acknowledged Commander. Speck has just beamed across to Darksight.
He should be back within 15 minutes, hopefully with something that
may give us the edge. As soon as we get something, I'll be in
"Appreciated Sir. Teloni Out." He tapped his comm to close the
channel, turning to glance at Rachel. He offered a small supportive
smile. Her eyes were wide, staring, the colour appeared to have
drained out of her face. Ardiam looked at her, "Kes, hold it." he
said without taking his eyes off the CMO. "Rachel?" he said softer,
directed at her.
The CMO just started into nothingness for a moment before blinking,
turning to look at the XO, her eyes still wide. "Can't you feel it,"
she asked with a sense of urgency, almost whispering. At that same
moment, Kes approached.
"What is it?" she asked almost impatiently. Taking one look at the
CMO she immediately knew there was something.
"Can you FEEL it," repeated Rachel, still directed at the XO, the
whisper almost a hiss, then, she looked around, speaking to no-one in
particular, "It's coming....." her voice trailed off.
Kes looked round at the 5 security crew. "You, you and you," she
barked, pointing at the individuals, before gesturing that they were
to continue ahead, then "You two." at the remainder, sending them
just behind, before turning to the XO.
"Commander, tactically, this isn't where I want to be. We have to
move, my tricorder shows that there............"
Teloni didn't hear the remainder of Kes' sentence. It was amazing,
pure telepathic power. Instinctively he clamped his hands over his
ears, involuntarily crying out for a second as the pure energy of the
voice hit him. His knees buckled as he hit the deck with a thump.
Rachel, on the other hand, stood her ground. She winced for a second,
before composing herself. In an instant she was Rachel Sullivan, CMO
again. Pulling out the tricorder that appeared to be permanently
fixed to her hip she began to scan over the XO. Kes went into
action, weapon drawn in an instant. "What the.... " she muttered as
she surrounded the CMO with her team, all weapons drawn all alert.
"He'll be fine in a second." remarked Rachel, putting away her
"What's coming." snapped Kes.
Rachel was about to answer when a groan from Teloni diverted her
attention. She immediately went to help his as he began to get to his
"What the hell was that," he groaned, "you felt that?" Rachel nodded.
Kes looked angry.
"It was a telepathic shout Kes." said Rachel.
"And it was damn loud," continued Teloni, "I've never felt anything
like that before. There was no presence, no warning.. nothing."
"We are not safe here Commander. We MUST move onward."
He thought for a moment, "Agreed. Once in Research, according to the
station plan, we can set up a perimeter that will be easier to defend
and allow us time to access the main computer core."
"Willett to Teloni. Sir, please respond, Sir!!" came an urgent
voice. 'Willett. Willett' thought Teloni, remembering he was part of
the tech team in Ops.
"Go ahead Ensign."
"Sir, Commander Kalron Sir, he's been attacked. He's dead Sir."
"Gather your team together Ensign, have the security contingent form
a perimeter. Secure the area, then continue with your task." he
ordered, adding "Don't panic," as he desperately tried to come up
with some reassuring words for the Ensign who, from the sounds of
things, had never experienced death before.
"The area is secured Sir."
"No Sir, that's what I don't understand, we've had no contact with
any kind of hostile. One minute the Chief was working under a desk,
when I went back to him a couple of minutes later.. he.. he was dead.
According to the Security team, we haven't experienced a breach."
Ardiam looked at the CMO. She nodded. He hoped she understood that he
was thinking that this telepathic entity was somehow involved. She
"Acknowledged Mr Willett. Carry out the perimeter, continue with your
primary goals. Teloni out." The connection closed he looked at a
rather impatient Kes. "Lets move." he said.
For several long minutes the crept along the dimly lit corridor
toward what was marked as the research lab on their map. Teloni had
drawn his phaser as he followed Kes and her contingent toward their
safe spot. The CMO followed, walking alongside the XO, refusing to
carry a weapon. She seemed different, almost as if she was blocking
emotion now. Ardiam couldn't read her now, even at this vicinity.
Finally, in the dim light, they could make out the large doors which,
if they had taken the correct route, would lead into the research
lab. With the T junction now covered from all angles one of the
security team approached the door. It didn't open. Holstering his
phaser he drew out a device that he attached to the door, giving the
opening mechanism a small amount of power. The doors opened. Within a
millisecond, the security crewman was propelled backward, off his
feet, and down the corridor, narrowly missing Teloni and Sullivan.
Kes, Teloni and the other 4 security immediately turned their weapons
toward the door. The moment they did so, without any time to react,
the weapons were yanked from their hands by an unseen force, being
thrown in the opposite direction. It took the seconds that this
occurred for them to actually realise what they were looking at.
Stood, at the other side of the now open door, was a little girl. Her
face looked dark, as if a storm cloud hovered above her, the only
really recognisable part were the eyes. They seemed to glow. Next to
him, Ardiam felt Rachel tense. The air around her seemed thick,
charged somehow. Time had seemed to stop. The girl paid no attention
to anyone, her eyes glowering at Rachel. With a voice unlike one you
would expect from a child the girl spoke one word.
Commander Ardiam Teloni
Date: March ?, 2003
Author: Cadets Andril Bretanna and Samantha Scott
<<Main Mess Hall>>
After asking three crewman for direction, Samantha was
beginning to feel rather foolish. From the look on
the face of the last one, you'd think Protostar was a
single deck cargo ship. Eventually she did however,
find her way to the mess hall.
There must have just been a change of duty shifts,
because it was crowded. Grabbing a quick dinner she
looked around for a seat. Just as she thought that
she was going to have to stand she noticed someone
sitting by themselves. Almost backing down and just
carrying her food back to her quarters, she decided to
"Is this seat taken?"
Andril looked up and saw the blue-tunicked cadet
standing in front of the table. His black eyes
blinked a few times and then he smiled a little and
replied "Sure. You must be the other Cadet here."
Grinning, "That's me I guess. I'm glad to find out
I'm not the only one here."
Taking the empty seat, she stuck out her hand. "I'm
Samantha Scott, feel free to just use Sam though. I
much prefer it."
His smile widened as he met her handshake "I am Andril
Bretanna. You can call me Andril." He looked at her
uniform "You are training in the Sciences yes?"
"Yes, specializing and Astronomy and Stellar
Cartography." Hesitating a moment, looking at his red
tunic, she asked "What about you?"
"I am technically in Operations, but I wear red to
reflect cross-training in Tactical and low level
"Though I suspect you will have more to do than I will
in that capacity." He grins, running his fingers
through his aquamarine hair.
"Sounds ambitious. I do hope to stay busy, though
right now everything seems a bit overwhelming." Pausing
a moment to take a bite of her pasta, "Are you too a
He nods and smiles "I have been here all of two or
three days. Just long enough to get settled in. And
I think stuff is overwhelming too. Especially some of
"The people? Really? Most have been helpful..."
Andril shrugged and said "Maybe it's me." He took
another bite of his meal and continued "Truth be told,
an Intrepid Class was not my first choice of
assignments, but now that I am here, it is not so
Pushing a rogue lock of hair away from her face, she
frowned then shrugged. "I suppose I was just happy
to be assigned to a starship, over a station of a
She paused, looking Andril over for a moment. "You're
Corovan, aren't you?"
His grin spread all the way up to his hairline "Yes, I
am. So few people know. I often get mistaken for an
Andorian, can you imagine that?"
Laughing "I can't say I've been on an actual planet
more than maybe four times, excepting the academy, but
I've sure met a lot of different people. A Corovan
once came into my aunt's restaurant. He told the most
interesting stories, and was a rather good tipper."
For the first time since the conversation began Andril
laughed out loud "By the Maker that sounds like an
Uncle of mine...He was totally like that. And he had
a thing for jewelry, especially Gold. I mean, before
Corovus joined the galactic community, Gold was
actually worth something without Latinum in it." he
kept chuckling "I swear, Illijin would have worn a
gold plated Warp Nacelle around his neck if they could
have put a chain on it, and oh, the Stories he
told..." Andril reached for the right term.
"Pure....pure crap, BS, as they say, but he could tell
them well..." He chuckled at the memory.
Samantha smiled, at Andril's rush of words, glad she
was beginning to break through his shyness. "But
everyone needs to hear a tale about beating a large
band of interplanetary pirates, single handidly with
all but one phaser bank down, right?"
Andril nodded so much he almost choked on his food.
"And for Illijin there was always a girl after, and
she was always green and wild." He waggled his
eyebrows trying not to laugh out loud.
Sam gasping for breath, barely able to say a word,
nodded appreciativly. Finally able to speak, "It's
amazing how much trouble one person can get into.
Though I remember he always cut out the good parts
when my aunt was around. Worried that she might not
keep the rounds coming."
Just then, a massive, burly Zaldan hove into view not
far from where the two were sitting. He more or less
ignored Sam, and leaned close to Andril "Listen
Weak-Body," the Zaldan hissed "I told you before to
keep that damn relic out of my way, I swear if I trip
over it again, I am gonna feed it to you next mess,
you got me?" Andril tensed up like a taught cable, he
did not look at the Zaldan, he only nodded and before
either he or Sam knew it, the big man was gone,
leaving Andril shaking just a little, all his former
Samantha, shocked at what has just happened, stared a
moment at the space the Zaldan had just previously
vacated. Opening and closing her mouth several times,
unsure what to say, finally managed, "Who..who was
"D'aris." He replied in clipped tones "His name is
Bilkrin D'aris. He and I share a room. He does not
like me." Andril pushed his meal tray away and
reached into a pocket in his uniform. He came out
with a small square of something or other, unwrapped
it and popped the contents into his mouth. He chewed
furiously and an odor of artificial grape permeated
the space between them.
"Obviously not." Samantha muttered, curiously trying
to decipher Andril's odd actions, but decided not
comment. Attempting to sound lighthearted, she teased
"So what kind of 'relic' do you leave around your
Andril smiled a bit again and cocked his head
mischievously to one side "Do you have some time
"Yes.." She hesistated wondering just what exactly could
she be getting herself into, but her curiousity got
the better of her. With a crooked grin. "Lead the
He stood up, disposed of his tray and lead the way
back toward his quarters. When they arrived, he
ducked in first to make sure the coast was clear, and
then seeing it was he motioned Sam inside with a
silent wave of his hand.
<<Crew Quarters, Lower Deck>>
Samantha was pretty nervous by the time they reached
his quarters. The entire trip there, depite her
questions, he refused to give any clue about what she
was about to see. Dozens of strange senarios ran
through her mind, each a bit weirder and equally
unlikely than the last. Obvious his roomate was
upset about it... Shaking her head, she entered as
Their quarters was clean and somewhat spartan. More
so perhaps than might be considered normal. Andril
grinned and reached underneath his bed to pull out a
large leather case of odd shape. He put it on the bed
and opened it. Inside Sam can see something gleaming,
the color of blue chromium...
Samantha leaned in for a closer look. "Ohh..." She
breathed. A guitar! Mentally kicking herself for the
rather outrageous ideas she had previously come up with
she turned to Andril and shyly asked "Will you play
He smiled broadly, his eyes gleamed as he lifted the
blue chrome steel guitar out of its case and slung it
over his shoulder "This guitar is more than four
hundred years old, it belonged to a Delta Blues Man
named John Lee Hooker, a Terran like you. " he paused
to grin before engaging in a little flattery "A genius
like you." Then he turned to face the computer.
"Computer, run amplification program Bret-Prime." The
computer chirped and the room hummed a little. He
then put a small steel cylinder over one of the
fingers on his left hand and began to play...It was
like listening to liquid velvet on a hot day, like the
sunshine squeezed into your heart a dollop at a
Samantha's eyes closed as she listened to the music,
the dancing melody lying beautifully over the lilting
harmony. When the song finished she gave an
enthusiastic applause. "That was wonderful!" Thinking
of her cello lying in her own quarters, she thought of
admitting she was musician herself. Afraid a
performance of her own skills might be requested, she
decided to just simply request an encore.
He nodded and said with a grin "Okay, but you keep an
eye out for D'aris, if he sees me playing in here, he
will straight up bust my neck." And with that he
launched into another song...
Cadets Andril Bretanna and Samantha Scott
Date:February 21st, 2003
Author:Crewman Khurk Djuruk
Embarkation Room, following "Only On Paper..."
Still puzzling over the term "Ninja Suit", Khurk frantically dug through the pile of standard issue gear while the other candidates snatched up their own. Obviously, the designers of the bodysuits had assumed only a scrawny humanoid would be wearing them. After wasting precious seconds, he finally came across one that would accomodate his broader shoulders and chest. Scrambling into it, he quickly discovered that the limbs were far too long. Growling in frustration, the young Akari attempted to tear the excess length off the sleeves, but the material proved too tough. In the end, he rulled up the cuffs of the sleeves and trousers as best he could. To his dismay, he found that while he could stretch the hood over his nose, it would not accomodate his ears.
Noticing a sudden silence in the room, Khurk looked up to find everyone staring at him. They had all finished donning their gear, including the hoods.
"Problem, crewman,"one of the masked figures asked with Finnegan's voice.
"It won't fit, sir," Khurk snarled.
Finnegan shook his head. "Well, forget the hood for now. We'll get you fitted with a custom suit later." He looked around at the others. "Let's move, people!"
OFF: One size fits all, my furry butt...
Crewman Khurk Djuruk
Security NCO/STU Candidate
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