==Jeffries Tube, USS Saturn==
Donal: Can I ask you a favor?
Ahn'Sorata: *puts her booksmark in place, and closes the book. She rolls
over onto her side, and props herself up on one elbow* Depends on what
the favor is... *winks*
Donal: *smiles* I need the crew to start heading back. I don't want
to issue a recall though... I don't want to play the badguy on my first
Ahn'Sorata: I see... you you want me *points to herself* to play the
badguy instead, and issue the recall for you? *raises an eyebrow and
Donal: *starts to feel cramped* Not exactly... do you mind if we get
out of the Jeffries tubes? What are you doing in here anyway? *quickly
catches himself* Aside from reading...
Ahn'Sorata: Besides reading? *collects her books, and places then into
the backpack she was using as a pillow* Nothing at all.
Donal: *slowly shaking his head* If there's something wrong with your
quarters, I'll have the CHENG take a look. *noting that they were facing
each other* I think you'd better turn around if we're going to get out
Ahn'Sorata: Who said there was anything wrong with my quarters? *turns
around, crawls a few feet to the access panel, and pops it open. She
swings her feet over the edge, then drops to the floor in the room*
Donal crawled out after her and stretched his back.
Donal: *cracking his back* That's something I sure don't miss from my
Ahn'Sorata: I think it's pretty comfortable in there. But back to your
favor... how did I rate being asked to ruin Shoreleave? *smiles*
Donal: *smiles too* Again, that's not exactly what I had in mind. The
Captain suggested we should start a rumor indicating that shoreleave
would probably end soon. Just try to get everyone back on their own
accord. No need to ruin everybody's shoreleave with a direct recall,
don't you think?
Ahn'Sorata: So how exactly do you think spreading a rumor will get everyone
to return to the ship? *looks confused* Even if we went to the Station,
there's no guarantee we'd see enough people that everyone would hear.
Unless you have a plan?
Donal had thought it sounded good when Tee said it. After she had said
that, he wasn't so sure.
Donal: *hopeful* Isn't there something you could do to sort of implant
the rumor into several different people or something?
Ahn'Sorata: *looks thoughtful* I suppose I could telepathically whisper
to a few folks that Shoreleave is almost over. Not exactly the most
ethical way to do things though... *laughs*
Donal: *shrugs* As long as they don't notice, it shouldn't matter, right?
Besides, we're just obeying a lawful order from the Captain. *winks*
Ahn'Sorata: *rolls her eyes* Donal, if we were talking about borrowing
thing from the station... sure. But putting thoughts into people's minds
is an invasion. It's a very grey area. What about those Cadets of yours?
Have they all left yet? We could always order them to run around the
station spreading the rumor. It'd reach a lot of people then.
Donal: *shaking his head* They shoved off this morning. Heh.. that gives
me an idea though... We could start the rumor with the instructors.
It'll probably reach every member of the station staff within the hour,
and I don't think letting the instructors know should breach any ethical
codes either. *smiles*
Ahn'Sorata: Hmm... have I met any of the instructors? Otherwise, this
won't work. Unless I know or have at least met them, we can't "talk".
It'd be like trying to use a combadge without activating it first. I'd
"talk", but no one would receive.
Donal: Oh you'll meet them. Just do exactly as I say...
Ahn'Sorata: *laughs* I never do exactly what anyone says. But lead the
Donal: *smiles* Head over to the station wearing something that will
"attract" attention... Then, go to D level, section 15. There's an officer's
lounge there where the instructors like to hang out. Go up to the bar
and order a drink. I garauntee that by the time you finish the drink,
you'll have met at least six of them. All you need to do is mention
that the Saturn is about to head out and the rumor is started.
Ahn'Sorata: Fine... but you *pokes him in the chest* are coming along
for backup, in case any of them get stupid. *starts walking down the
halls to her quarters* It is your plan after all.
Donal: *smiles apologetically* I can't... I need to meet the Captain
on Far Reach in a couple of minutes... Besides, you'll be more alluring
if you're alone. *winks*
Donal nods to an officer who was heading their way.
Ahn'Sorata: You don't do this much, do you? *sighs* Yes, I sit alone
when I get there. But always have backup nearby. And there's a likely
candidate... *grins at Helgraz* You busy?
Helgraz: Busy? That depends on your definition of the word. *he looks
at them both; observing the minutae of body language* Interesting enough
that I'm free.
Ahn'Sorata: *nods* I have to go play on the station with some Fleetie
instructors at the bar, and I could use some company.
==A few minutes later==
Ahn'Sorata: *stops at her Quarters, opens the door, and drops the backpack
as she walks inside* Back in 5 minutes... *grins, holds up 5 fingers,
then disappears into her bedroom*
Donal turned toward the officer who he hadn't met yet.
Donal: *extends his hand* Cdr. Donal Markinson, XO.
Helgraz: Ship Spook. *raises a thin, but not quite emaciated hand to
meet the XOs*
Donal shook the hand gingerly at first, but quickly found an unseen
power behind it and gripped his hand normally.
Donal: Is that an official position?
Helgraz: *chuckles* Close enough. Let's say me and Tee go back a long
way ... and that I'm the balance to his check. Most of the time. *he
offers a faint smile*
Ahn'Sorata: Except when I'm stuck helping the kiddo out. *walks back
into the main room, dressed in tight black leather pants and a red silk
shirt.* Alrighty, let's go play with the teachers. *smirks*
Helgraz: *raises an eyebrow* You're putting an awful lot of faith in
my ability to protect you. Or even help you protect yourself. *chuckles
Ahn'Sorata: Who said I wanted you along to protect me? *smiles* I said
I could use some company.
Helgraz: Social company, I hope. *he flexes his fingers* I could do
the tall dark and creepy act, but that would require my other attire.
Donal: I'm sure the two of you can figure it out. We should head to
the transporter room though if I'm going to make my date with Tee. *smiles*
Ahn'Sorata: I heard about the robe *grins* And yes, I meant social.
Figure since I'm being ordered over to the station, I might as well
have some fun while I'm there.
Donal checks his chronometer impatiently.
Helgraz: The robe is just one part of the full effect. Now let's get
along before the little vein in Markinson's head begins to bulge.
Ahn'Sorata: Alrighty... so Lounge, flirt, tell them about the recall,
then fun time. Right boss? *smiles at Donal*
Donal: *motioning towards the door* Something like that...
Donal waits for the two of them to head out of Khrys' quarters before
he rubs his head, verifying that the mystery Commander was joking.
Helgraz: *whistles off tune*
Donal: *as they walked* I'll have the transporter chief beam us outside
the lift on the promenade. We should be able to get you cleared to D
deck and I should be able to meet up with Tee without a hitch.
Helgraz: So, who do I flirt with?
Ahn'Sorata: *nods to Donal* Sounds like a plan. *then grins and looks
at Helgraz* I suppose whoever you want.
As they arrived at the transporter room, Donal fed the coordinates to
the transporter chief as the other two took up the their places on the
pad. The transporter chief couldn't help but keep one eye on Khrys.
Helgraz: I'll have to look for someone who can survive having a crafty
Romulan woman, I suppose. *He offers a slight grin; meanwhile his hands
have gone to his pockets, pulling out a pair of odd metal widgets and
fiddling with various combinations thereof*
Ahn'Sorata: *quirks an eyebrow, then whispers in Romulan* Heh... the
wife back home?
Between Vorsaak, Khrys and this guy, Donal started to doubt his decision
to take over the Saturn's XO spot.
Helgraz: *taps his left temple and replied in Standard* The wife is
always with me, in a manner of speaking. Fortunately, she has a distinctly
Romulan sense of humour.
With that, the energizers engaged and the three were engulfed in a blue
Ahn'Sorata: *waits until the appear on the station, then switches back
to Standard* Always fun... and the Romulans are so known for their wonderful
senses of humor *laughs, then flips a wave to Donal* Bye...have fun
with the kiddo.
Helgraz: *chuckles as he steps off the pad* Actually, they have a most
interesting sense of humor. It's just that it's rather difficult for
most Terrans to appreciate.
Donal: You guys think you can get past D level security by yourselves?
Helgraz: *raises an eyebrow* If I can't get past D level security, I'll
turn in my bars right now.
Ahn'Sorata: *bats her eyelashes, and smiles innocently* Hello there
Officer... I was supposed to meet someone here? *pretends to look for
ID* I'm sorry, but I've misplaced my ID... I thought it was right here...
*pats the front of her shirt, then frowns and tries to look upset*
Donal: *smirks* Have fun. I'll be interested in hearing how it turns
Donal leaves the transporter area and veers right in the direction of
the place Tee said to meet.
==Promenade, security checkpoint==
Helgraz meanwhile places Tab A into Slot B, placing the linked widgets
back in his pocket, and fishing out a bit of blackplaz. He walks up
to the scanplate while Khyrs plays "live bait" to the guard, presses
the blackplaz against the plate and waits for the flash. When it happens,
he removes the plate, and walks back toward the guard and the "unfortunate
Ahn'Sorata: *notices he's finished* Oh there you are sweetie! *smiles
and slides her arm around Helgraz* Thank so much officer for all your
help. By the way, why does that guy over there have a knife? *ducks
through the door with Bryan as the guard turns to look*
Helgraz almost cringies at being referred to as "sweetie" but manages
to keep his facial features on leash.
Helgraz: *murmuring once they're well out of earshot of the guard type*
Why does that guy over there have a knife? Is that the best you could
come up with?
Ahn'Sorata: *shrugs* Next time I'll think of something better "sweetie"
*laughs* Besides, it worked.
Helgraz: Mmmm... now for the real trick. *taking the blackplaz - with
the stored emit sequence, and walking up to the access panel.* Can't
just slide it through, have to convince it it's taking a legit passcard.
Ahn'Sorata: *nods* Sounds like you've done this before.
Helgraz: *chuckles softly* I've done something like this before I went
into Intel. Back when I didn't have all the restricted tools to play
He takes the card, and rather than just sliding it through, begins to
jiggle the lead edge... there is a faint click - at which point he jams
the card in .. the door hisses open, but at the same time spits out
the card as if it was a negative.
Helgraz: Quickly - before the doors realize they're supposed to be shut.
Ahn'Sorata: *quickly follows him* And now up to the Officer's Lounge.
The door closes shut.
Helgraz: The beauty of the system is that, since no alarms are going
off, we can press a button and it will presume we're legitimate passengers.
As opposed to getting gassed and tossed inna brig.
Ahn'Sorata: Gassed is bad, but some of the brigs I've been in aren't
that bad *smiles, and waits as the turbolift starts moving*
Helgraz: *raises an eyebrow* So, let me guess ... you get to play tele-siren
for the crew, courtesy of the XO - but really by way of our august Captain?
Ahn'Sorata: More or less. Siren, yes... but not with the telepathy.
Told Donal it was unethical to just go around implanting things in people's
minds. So all I have to do is flirt, and tell them we're leaving soon.
They'll tell the cadets, who will in turn tell everyone then can find.
Helgraz: Interesting plan. As long as it's our officers in the lounge,
Ahn'Sorata: Well that's where he said they all hung out *shrugs*
Helgraz: Besides, sticking things in people's minds can be risky. They
don't always react the way you might expect.
Ahn'Sorata: *nods* Exactly... and some people will do the exact opposite,
just to be obstinate.
Helgraz: *raises an eyebrow* Sometimes I wonder how much of your observations
are insight and how much rely on subbasal telempathy. We seem to be
Ahn'Sorata: Most of it is insight and observation... years of practice,
and I am a counselor *smiles and winks* Just don't tell the crew. *steps
out of the lift*
Helgraz: Now why would I spoil your fun like that? *murmured as he exits
Ahn'Sorata: *whispered back* Didn't think you would. *walks into the
lounge, and walks over to the bar. She sits on an empty stool, and orders
a pina colada*
Helgraz walks into the longue, moves to a place at the bar about three
seats down but with clean line-of-sight to her, the exit and the back
of the bar. He orders a Romulan Ale, half measure, cut with cubes.
It didn't take long before Khrys was noticed. Commander Devlin, one
of the most flirtatious men in the universe happened to be downing the
last of his second lager as he heard the femenine voice behind him.
Looking back at the young officer at the bar, he decided it was time
for another drink.
Devlin (NPC): *Sliding onto the barstool next to Khrys* Hey Joe, I'll
have another, and put hers on my tab.
Ahn'Sorata: *looks at the Commander, and smiles sweetly* That's so nice
of you Commander. I really enjoyed my time on your station.
Devlin: *smiles* I'm surprised considering you haven't met me yet. *winks*
Helgraz mumbles something about fools rushing in, and better men should
know than to invest in IBC.
Ahn'Sorata: Oh really? *giggles* Well you know how it is when you're
stationed on a ship, the Captain always keeps you busy.
Devlin: *still driving hard* I'm sure I would be keeping you "busy"
too. It'd be a shame to let such a "talented" young officer such as
yourself go to waste.
Ahn'Sorata: *picks up the cherry from her drink by the stem, and pops
the entire thing in her mouth. A moment later, the takes the stem from
her mouth, now tied in a knot, and sets it on the bar* I'm sure you
would... but my ship is leaving probably within the hour. *pouts* I
guess I'll miss out on all the fun.
Helgraz: *raises an eyebrow after he sips the cut ale, muttering a bit
louder this time* I've always wondered how fast the ride from Commander
down to Lieutentant could be. *then muttered more quietly again* Should
Devlin: Well, if you ever come back, be sure to look me up.
Devlin made his hand into the shape of a gun and pointed it at Khrys,
then made a sound effect that was supposed to immitate the cocking of
an ancient firearm. He chugged down his drink and left the lounge forgetting
completely he had never even given her his name.
Ahn'Sorata: *rolls her eyes, then glances down the bar to Helgraz* [One
of Starfleet's most charming and brightest, I'm sure... *laughs*]
Helgraz: *raises his glass in a salute of sorts* /Romulan/ About as
pleasant as aired hvai dung.
Ahn'Sorata: /Romulan/ Exactly... you know, it's nice being able to finally
speak some of the languages I've learned. *grins* Most people just know
On his way down the hall, Devlin passed by Lt. Cmdr. Tazon Krell. The
Lt. Cmdr. was newly arrived and looking to make new friends. He stopped
by the lounge he had learned was the hotspot for the instructors and
quickly noticed the woman at the bar. Her drink looked more empty than
full and thought he could offer her another.
Ahn'Sorata: *smiles at the newly arrived officer* [Round 2...]
Krell (NPC): *climbing onto the barstool* Looks like you're running
low. Can I get you another?
Ahn'Sorata: Certainly... *finishes the rest of her drink, then nods
Helgraz: finishes his drink, then moves to stand by the door.
Krell: *to Joe* I'll have another for the lady, and a cup of Delarian
tea for myself. *turns to Khrys* My name is Tazon by the way.
Ahn'Sorata: *extends her hand* Khrystal Ahn'Sorata. I'm on the Saturn
*thanks the bartender for the drink, then does her cherry stem trick
again* This is a pretty nice station. Too bad we're shipping out today.
Krell: *nodding and noticing the cherry trick* I used to be able to
do that... I haven't been able to ever since Lisette. Her tongue just
didn't have the muscle... and after a lifetime of no practice, I had
forgotten how to do it. *smiles* I hope you had a good stay at least.
Ahn'Sorata: Thanks, and yes it's been fun.
A PADD Krell had been carrying started beeping at him.
Krell: *frowns* Oh, shoot. I'm running late again... Nice meeting you
Khrystal, maybe we'll see each other again sometime.
Krell rushed out of the lounge, his PADD in tow, and his tea untouched.
Helgraz: *notes, pointedly* Wouldn't it just be easier to make a Station
annoucement? Of course, if you're enjoying this...
Ahn'Sorata: That's what I said *shrugs* But apparently Tee wants rumors
spread instead, and Donal's scared people will think he's the "bad guy"
for ending Shoreleave *rolls her eyes*
They spend about 10 more minutes informing various Instructors that
the Saturn is shipping out, then leave the lounge.
Helgraz: *chuckles* I see. Such a nice thing to do to someone he seems
sweet on. *rolls an eye*
Ahn'Sorata: Yuppers. Remind me to get even with him later. *pauses*
Is it that obvious that he's got a crush?
Helgraz: *chuckles softly* Probably not to the rest of the crew. Yet.
Ahn'Sorata: *laughs* But to you it is, correct? I'd heard you were good
at picking up on things.
Before he could answer, they were enveloped by the blue sparkle haze
of a transporter beam. When it cleared they found themselves on one
of the Cargo Transporters aboard the Saturn of all places.
Helgraz: Ahh, it seems the voice of reason has prevailed. Though ...
a cargo transporter ... is a bit odd.
Ahn'Sorata: Then it probably wasn't Marvin *grins* Maybe Donal changed
his mind? *blinks* Huh... that's interesting. We're moving at warp already.
Helgraz: *rubs his temples* That would explain a few thngs ... but not
nearly enough. Shall we go see what the newest crises is?
Ahn'Sorata: Sure, why not? *grins* I suppose I should change, but I
want to know what's going on first. *shrugs*
Helgraz: You _do_ want rational answers directed to your face, yes?
Ahn'Sorata: Yes, but it's just Tee. So no worries. Besides, I'm the
"old lady", and he's just kiddo *laughs*
Off: Joint post by
Commander Donal Markinson
Lt. Cmdr. Bryan Helgraz
Lt. Khrystal Ahn'Sorata
<Holodeck, M.A. Tourney>
Torsa stood silently, gathering her thoughts and meditating before her
match was to begin. Normally, she would never have entered the tournament,
but since there was no real harm to the tournament, and no real violence,
she decided that it would be logical to test her skills.
When the chime and announcer called her name, Torsa stood and walked
to the ring. She turned to the judge, and bowed slightly, showing respect.
Then, she turned and faced her opponent, and bowed slightly.
Although Torsa had not yet met her opponent, she noticed that the other
woman, apparantly human, took a highly aggressive stance. Torsa deduced
that her opponent would logically be a 'kicker'-someone whose style
was predominately kicks.
Torsa stood calmly, almost serenely, while she waited for the judge
to begin the match. Once the match began, the other woman almost literally
flew towards her with a kick aimed to her chin. Almost as quick as thought,
Torsa reached her left hand up and caught the kick, bringing her free
hand around in a controlled palm strike to her opponent's exposed kidney
area. Although the hit was solid, it was not enough to do damage.
The judge called the point and the combatants came back to their lines
and began again.
This time, Torsa's opponent came off the line with more care. She performed
several quick kicks, intending to put Torsa on guard, and possibly open
a weak point in Torsa's defense. Torsa analysed her method of attack,
and immediately executed a foot-sweep. Suddenly off-balanced, the woman
fell down to the mat, stunned momentarily. Torsa followed the foot sweep
with a controlled kick to her opponent's mid-riff area.
Again, the judge called the point.
Torsa's opponent became quite flustered, and it was only too easy for
her to finish her match. The other woman had not scored, and Torsa almost
made it look easy.
After the match concluded, Torsa approached her opponent.
Torsa: You did well. My congradulations.
NE: Thank you. Good luck with the rest of the tourney.
Torsa nodded to her, and then walked back to the ready area...
Chief Operations Officer