Star Trek: The New Adventures (IC Thread)

[LuckyVic]

Miguel blinked a few times as he felt a bit light headed. He wasn't a raw cadet, he knew what it was that had just hit him. However he decided not to let it bother him, and focused his concentration on that.

"Well I usually do my own cooking, but I'm sure I'll find myself in a here quite a bit still." he answered her with one of his large smiles. "From what I've seen you have a fine place here. Miss?" he asked since she had yet to give him her name.

 

[AmenRa]

Capt. Harper - Engineering

Captain Harper had finally made his way to Engineering.

He stepped off the lift and found the Engineering section to be quiet except for the hum of the warp drive. He then realized that all of the engineering technicians were at work at their stations, busy readying the repairs to the ship's propulsion system.

Harper stood quietly for a moment, watching his people at work.

 

[Wolfsister]

Ecklas - Lounge

Lavinda caught the predatory smile and allowed an outward sign of her reaction. A mere raising of a brow, but proof that she was impressed none the less. Okay, so no more toying with the poor woman, besides, they had a guest now and it was awfully rude of her - a telepath - to keep to to conversations at once. Even if he didn't know what was going on.

Clearly though, the reaction the Orion had to her images was powerful, as it made Miguel forget that she had previously introduced the man to Ryika. She chose at this moment, however, to ignore his mistake and allow Ryika to speak for herself. She really was a charming one when she wanted to be.

Taking a cursery moment, she turned her head and funnelled her mind through the ship. She had been doing this at 30 second intervals ever since the attempted sabotage. For now, though she knew she was not infallible, she caught nothing amiss with the fellow inhabitants of the Arizona. There was a domestic dispute she would look into later - it may affect their professional relationship and efficiency.

Ecklas refrained from barrelling into each and every mind she touched. There were a number of other, lesser, telepaths on the ship and she always let them know of her presence, citing her rank as reason. She briefly touched on Kahlest's mind and wondered what the woman was doing and how she was handling the news. Before she could ask, however, she was pulled from her survey and back to the situation in the Lounge.

She didn't know what pulled her back so early in her sweep - but she sure was paying close attention now.

 

[Varshanka]

M'Chel Raica S'Tarr - Marine MSgt

Marine MSgt S'Tarr remained the Captain's silent shadow as she followed him off the lift. At least this wasn't hostile territory. Yet. But if the situation changed he'd find himself forcibly detained from entering a room before it was cleared. She hadn't lost a Ship's Captain yet. Except...

Well, that one didn't count.

As for the other one, well she hadn't lost him. She'd stuck the knife in the base of his skull herself. Built in sensors listed everyone in the room, checking, cross checking, and triple checking Biosignatures against the ship medical records.

So far everyone checked out. For now......

 

[Screech]

Lt. Cmdr. Orsoth, engineering

Lt. Cmdr. Orsoth disembarked from the turbolift and purposefully strode toward Main Engineering. She had some theories to work out with the phaser rifle, and, with any luck, some replacement parts for the damaged plasma conduit had been replicated.

Turning the corner, Marjia was momentarily supprised to find Captain harper standing there silently, with one of the marines just a pace behind him. Not stopping in her stride, Marjia moved toward her console, and test weapon. "Captain harper. Is there something I can do for you?"

 

[AmenRa]

Capt. Harper - Engineering

Turning the corner, Marjia was momentarily supprised to find Captain harper standing there silently, with one of the marines just a pace behind him. Not stopping in her stride, Marjia moved toward her console, and test weapon. "Captain harper. Is there something I can do for you?"

Harper greeted the Chief Engineer with a nod of his head.

"Nothing at all, Commander," he responded. "I'm just making my rounds, and was wondering if there is anything I can do for you?"

It was his priveledge to be able to assist his staff officers, not to mention his responsibility. Captain Harper would make it a point to show them he felt he was as accountable to them as they were to him.

 

[Varshanka]

M'Chel Raica S'Tarr - Marine MSgt - The Captain's Ghost

She didn't turn her head. Didn't acknowledge the newcomer, but data scrolled across her onboard screen just the same.

Biological stats, Name, Rank, Seriel number. Starfleet file. Everything available in her Profile. Instantly available at a blink of an eye.

Heart rate, blood pressure all matched her biological profile.

That was a good thing....

 

[Screech]

Lt. Cmdr. Orsoth, Engineering

Marjia gave a quick smile at Captain Harper's statement "Touring the ship to see if we're all focused on the task to come? Understandable. After all, we're not all Klingons or Nausicans, here" She chuckled slightly to herself as she picked up the phaser rifle that had remained propped up against her station. "Actually, captain, there is something you might be able to help with. I need permission to follow a theory of mine concerning hald-held tricobolt explosive launcher additions for these phaser rifles. I believe they may be useful"

 

[Wyldfire]

Ryika, Forward Lounge.

Ryika smiled at Miguel, "I'm glad you will Mr. Torres. It pleases me that all of you find the Lounge such a nice place."

She shot the councillor a smile that said volumes of mischief. She turned towards the Borgman and started to release more pheromones. "Are you sure there's nothing I can get you sir?"

She walked towards him as she spoke. "I'm sure theres something here in the lounge you might enjoy. An Organian spice tea? A shot of Tellerite wheat germ extract?"

The Borgman probably wasn't going to be pleased with this but it had appeared earlier in Sickbay that he had dismissed the Councillor and Ryika as not useful. It was time for him to see for himself part of why the two women were in the crew. Any entity that had biologics in their make up could be read or manipulated. These tools were the stock and trade of the two women's jobs. This man had made an assumption, and it was one Ryika's more feral side would see corrected.

 

[AmenRa]

Capt. Harper - Engineering

Harper thought for a second.

"Absolutely," he answered her, "and if you need assistance, give a shout."

Harper gave her a nod, and turned back to walk towards the turbo lift.

He only made it a few steps when his comm badge beeped.

"Harper," he said as he answered.

"Lt. Reeve here, sir. ETA to the Neutral Zone is 4.41 hours present speed."

"Acknowledged," Harper replied. He then turned back to Orsoth.

"Better step it up," he said with a smile and a wink. He then entered the turbo lift.

"Bridge," he told the lift when the doors closed.

"I don't want our people at extended alerts," he told his Marine Master Sergeant. "But we can't afford to let our gaurd down, especially now."

 

[Varshanka]

M'Chel Raica S'Tarr - Marine MSgt - The Captain's Ghost

"Understood, Sir. The Marines can begin a rotating shift on your Order. But they are also well rested and ready for action. I'd recommend shifting half off Alert now. then bring them back and shift the others off. In Four hours bring them all back to full alert. But that's only my own recomandation, Sir."

Stepping to the front of the lift, she positioned herself to take the first shot, if one came when the doors opened. But, as the doors opened no shot came and she stepped out, making sure it was safe in the microsecond that she had. Keeping the Captain waiting was never a wise move.

Stepping to the side she used her foot to block the door from closing, but managed to keep her armoured form out of the way.

 

[MilkManDan007]

Nine of Nineteen, Lounge

Before Lt. Jace could turn to respond to his senior officer, a strange feeling came over Nine of Nineteen. It began slowly, with a scent that reminded him of the small, delicate flowers that grow atop cactus plants during the monsoon seasons, and blossomed into his mind as pure euphoria. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply as the images began to flutter through his subconscious.

He was alone again, isolated on a vast plain, surrounded by waist-deep wheat-colored grasses that toyed gingerly with his fingers before bowing before him as he walked. The vast plain seemed to stretch forever, the sweet scent floating gingerly every breath he took. There was nothing to guide him, nothing to tell him where he was or where he was going except for the sweet smell that seemed to grow stronger with every step. He closed his eyes and took it all in, the light touch of the grasses, the quiet breeze on every inch of his skin. He could feel the warmth of the sun beating down on his face and hear the soft crunching of the dried grasses beneath his bare feet. The place was so serene, so quiet, so isolated, yet he felt strangely at home.

He walked for miles, the grass relenting to his nude form before rising behind him, leaving no trace he, or anyone else, had ever walked there before. There appeared a dark silhouette on the horizon, a shapely and heavenly form framed by the twin blue glowing suns. Her arms stretched out to him and he began to walk faster, an animalistic instinct within him driving him to her. His quick gait quickly turned into a jog and then into a run. He ran for what seemed like hours, the endless plain continuing to churn under his feet, her form staying silhouetted against the two suns rising in unison.

His heart was thundering in his chest and the sweat streamed off of him. The binary stars behind her continued to rise, their unparalleled energy output heating the atmosphere to near fatal levels, yet he still ran to her. His eyes were mere slits in his head now, yet her form remained solidly defined in his vision. He ran harder, his body screaming out in protest as the heat and exertion began to take their toll. His legs refused to respond to his mind, folding under him like a loose spring. He tumbled into the grass, rising quickly to his knees and stretching his arms up towards her. His eyes could not take the visual onslaught from the rising blue giant binary and they clenched shut as he reached for her.

The heat lessened almost immediately as his eyes shut, and the soft waving of the wheatgrass fell from his skin. Even the ground felt less of a damp earth and more of a warm fur. His shoulders slumped and his head lolled loosely as his body pitched forward and fell to the floor. He lay there for some time, his breathing coming in ragged gasps and wheezes as his body tried to recover from the strenuous sprint. His skin began to cool, the sweat evaporating more quietly into the air. He began to take in deep gulps of air, his eyes still refusing to open until that familiar scent, her familiar smell, wafted to his nose.

His body tensed into a low crouch, his eyes trying to adjust to the dim light around him. He was no longer in the field and his mind raced as it took in the new atmosphere surrounding him. He found himself in a small mountain cabin, the warmth from the cedar-fired pot-bellied stove keeping the chill from the air as the wind howled and hurled crystals of ice against the frosted windowpanes. His mind raced as he remembered the grass of the plain, the feeling of the searing suns. He knew he hadn’t lost consciousness, he knew he hadn’t hit his head, but he didn’t know how he came to be here.

His eyes darted about the darkened cabin; the hewn log walls, the bare pine-plank floor, the animal-skin rugs that were spread about. Then came the smell, the same familiar and enticing odor that had so easily wooed him on the plain. He stood and inhaled deeply once again, not wanting to resist the feeling it gave him. He stood for some time, simply breathing it in and allowing it to permeate every fiber of his being. As he stood and breathed it in, he almost missed the soft, lilting sound from the adjoining room.

His head turned and he moved quietly across the planked floor, stopping against the natural-trimmed door before leaning aside and peeking into the room. It was her voice. He didn’t know how he knew, and he didn’t care, he simply knew. She was saying something, her honeyed tones floating on the air and almost drowning out the howling screams of the raging storm outside. He couldn’t make out her words, they syllables muffled by some unknown force. He began to move about the small cabin, poking his head into each room, searching every corner, to find her. It was that animalistic urge he felt again, the tugging on the very being of himself and he knew he had to find her. He had to find her and he had to have her.

The smell grew stronger as he searched, his breathing coming in feral gasps as he began to run through the small structure, tipping furniture over, throwing the animal skins about in search of her. The voice and scent grew stronger, whipping him nearly into a frenzy as he stopped in front of the large, solid-maple door. He could see the wisps of frigid air prying their hands around the frame, the howling pressure of the wind causing the entire structure to groan. He knew his nude form would not survive in the cold, that he would die of exposure before he would ever hold her, before he could ever take her. He grabbed the small brass knob and turned it, unleashing the full brunt of the storm upon himself. The cold struck him fiercely in the face. His warm breath was sucked from his lungs, frozen in an instant, and thrown back upon him as shards of cutting ice. The wind threw him back, his back striking hard against the wall and he sunk the floor, clenching his eyes to protect them from the razors of ice that the storm was throwing upon him.

He breathed in deeply, the strength of the scent nearly overwhelming as he sunk down against the floor, the feeling of the wheatgrass stalks replacing the hard pine the more he reclined. It was that smell, that odor, that scent; it was her. She was so close and yet he could not see her through his clenched eyes. He opened them, slowly at first, fearing the storm, but was greeted with only darkness. He breathed in again, the scent fresh and near to him. It was her scent, the scent of those flowers, but more lavish, more sensual, more primal. His eyes fluttered, trying to find her in the darkness, but finding only the darkness and softness of the silk as it was pulled tight across his eyes.

He could feel her all around him now, the softness of her skin pressed against his own; their sweat mingling freely as she pressed against him. He could feel the warmth of her bare thighs about his hips and the raking of her nails about his shoulders as her body rocked against his. Her scent was overpowering as she began to moan into his ear, whispering the sweet nothings of words that he could not understand. His mind threw off the shackles of his civilized self and allowed the primal nature, the primal nature that overtakes all things in the heat of passion, come roaring to the forefront in his mind and body. They threw themselves against one another in passion, their bodies becoming one as their guttural moans covered the night air. He reached up to pull her to him one last time, for one last thrust of passion, and he opened his eyes to stare into hers.

His body shuddered slightly as he found himself staring into the eyes of the Orion, her green skin glistening under the false lights of the lounge. She was standing close, the smell all about her. His head was swimming as he stared at her, his eyes lingering on her for a mere moment longer then they should have. Her lips were moving and he could have chosen to believe that she was talking to him, that she was simply asking him what drink he preferred, but the side of his mind that she had unleashed chose to ignore that and see only the soft glisten on her lips and the untamed spark in her eyes.

Had those experiences, so real and so passionate, taken place in the blink of an eye? Had that passion only been a figment of his imagination, only a farce to tease him unmercifully? The fog in his head began to clear and his mind began to claw itself back together.

“Peach, peach tea,” he managed to stammer as she slunk up to him, the beguiling smell again filling his nose. He knew that he shouldn’t, but he again closed his eyes and breathed deeply of her scent. A small smirk came to his lips as he breathed it in once more. “I would love a fresh peach tea.”

 

[Wolfsister]

Eklas watched with both eyes and mind. She held herself lightly in her chair, leaned back in a comfortable posture. Her mind raced along in that bare moment that seemed to last forever within Nine Of Nineteen's mind. Usually, the ex-borg did a good enough job in blocking himself that Lavinda never bothered, but this was so strong, so vivid and unexpected that her Darkness was shattered with his feral, urgent need. She blinked, trying to look outwardly calm. She succeeded for the most part, but her eyes grew brighter and her lips parted slightly.

Should the Orion be noticing, the scent of Lavinda's moist sex would reach her. She could look cool and collected if she wanted but truth be told she was more aroused than she had been in months. Being a creature of a sexual nature, Lavinda couldn't help what she felt. She shifted in her chair discreetly and touched the little vials she kept in a pocket. If she were aroused much more, she would need her serum, for everyone's safety.

The visual cues by the exborg were hard to miss, however. He seemed flustered and just a little unsteady - but she chose not to comment, and more effectively blocked off her own mind. Perhaps Ryika bore even more promise than she had originally thought.

Lavinda ground her teeth in an effort to keep her fangs from distending.

 

[AmenRa]

Capt. Harper - Bridge

"Understood, Sir. The Marines can begin a rotating shift on your Order. But they are also well rested and ready for action. I'd recommend shifting half off Alert now. then bring them back and shift the others off. In Four hours bring them all back to full alert. But that's only my own recomandation, Sir."

"Pass your recommendation along to Lt. Jace," Harper said to MSGT S'Tarr as he stepped towards his chair. The XO relinquished the center chair to the ship's captain.

Sitting down, Harper requested the ensign filling in at the Ops Station to perform a long-range scan.

"Scan reports Deep Space Salvage Station Gamma-Four in a drift," the ensign replied. "The structure appears intact. Negative life signs."

"Very well," Harper acknowledged. Harper touched his console PADD and brought up the ship's weapons stores. He then ran a diagnostic on the vessel's lifeboats. Satisfied with the results of both, he sat back in his chair.

"Captain?" the Ops Station reported, "long range sensors are picking up a faint energy signature just inside the Neutral Zone boundary."

"Can you identify it?"

"Well, sir, it's erratic. One minute it's there, the next, it's not. It could be a cloaked vessel."

Harper considered this for a minute. "Hailing frequencies," he ordered.

"Open, sir."

"Commander Romulan Vessel, this is Federation Starship USS Arizona, John Harper commanding. Please respond."

Harper quietly waited for a reply.

 

[Varshanka]

M'Chel Raica S'Tarr - Marine MSgt - The Captain's Ghost

"Pass your recommendation along to Lt. Jace," Harper said to MSGT S'Tarr as he stepped towards his chair. The XO relinquished the center chair to the ship's captain. [/I]

Nodding S'Tarr said nothing, but quickly tapped into her suits recording and copied the conversation, sending it to the Lieutenant she then tapped her commbadge. "Lieutenant Jace, incoming message. Please retreive from available terminal. Master Sergeant S'Tarr out."

Leaning back against the wall The Marine scanned and rescanned everyone in the room. She hated shifters.. slimy buggers.

 

[LuckyVic]

Lt. Commander Torres- Lounge

Miguel smiled as he watched the Orion barkeep make her way to the Security Chief. He shook his head as he brought his hand upto the bridge of his nose. "I had forgotten how it was to be around Orion woman." he said as he refocused his mind.

It wasn't the first time he had been around Orions. When he was younger he went around on ships with his parents, and were even stationed on at a starbase once. He was well aware of the pharamones they produced, in it was while his parents were at starbase 185 that he was involved in an incident that involved some Orions. And ended up with having some reconstruction and sealing of some of his nasal passages. A side effect of it was that now he could retain control of his faculties when in the pressence of Orion females. Of course, that didn't mean prolonged exposure wouldn't cause him to lose control as so many men do.

"So Counselor how long have you been in Starfleet?"

 

[Wolfsister]

"So Counselor how long have you been in Starfleet?"

It took Lavinda only a few seconds to break from Ryika's spell, but her smile was warm and fangless when she turned to face Torres. A thoughtful frown appeared on her face as she thought backwards to when she had joined Starfleet.

"It has been around fifty years since I joined, I think. A look at my service record will confirm exact dates, but I have a feeling you don't mind - you were afterall making conversation."

 

[Varshanka]

M'Chel Raica S'Tarr - Marine MSgt - The Captain's Ghost

"Captain," M'Chel asked after a very long silence. "I believe they may be having communication problems."

 

[AmenRa]

Capt. Harper - Bridge

"Captain," M'Chel asked after a very long silence. "I believe they may be having communication problems."

"Very possibly so," the Captain answered. "We will try again when we are closer to the Neutral Zone."

"Helm," he said, "steady as she goes."

 

[LuckyVic]

Lt. Commander Torres- Lounge

"It has been around fifty years since I joined, I think. A look at my service record will confirm exact dates, but I have a feeling you don't mind - you were afterall making conversation."

"But of course, after all how else would new crewmates get to know each other." Miguel said with one of his large smiles.

It was around that time that the waiter came around with his sandwich and drink. Miguel thanked him and then took a bite. He didn't speak again until after he swallowed it. "Seems that our barekeep was right."

 

[Varshanka]

M'Chel Raica S'Tarr - Marine MSgt - The Captain's Ghost

Standing like a statue for hours on tended to get boring. Very boring. So she did what most Marines on post did. She analyzed things. Studing various spectrum of light and non-light. Energy frequencies. GAs chromatagraphic analysis.

BINGO!! Gotcha motherfucker.

Her weapon swung up and she aimed at the Captain, the pulse beams firing. Again and again. Moments later the alien collapsed to the floor behind the Capatin. Well, behind and to his left. Where it had been sneaking, stealthily sneaking. Probably planning on overhearing, or killing the Capatin.

Not now though. Now it was a corpse...

 

[Wolfsister]

Lavinda Ecklas - Lounge

Lavinda took the time to sip her own drink and nodded. She did not need sustanence, it was true, but the pain in swallowing the liquid that burned down her throat cleared her head enough from the Orion's confusing aura that she was finally able to think clearly. She raised a delicately shaped eyebrow at Torres, "Very likely," she murmured, "That woman gets nothing wrong."

She wriggled her toes and resisted the urge to sigh. Too many people had invaded on the time she had wanted alone with her self appointed 'helper'. She knew what the Orion was all about, but two such creatures as themselves either fought well, or worked well with eachother. She had to find out just what the Orion could dish out, and take in return. But such a sparring match would have to come later, when there were no other minds in danger.

Sighing regretfully, she rose and nodded towards Torres, "If you will forgive me, but I've been in this lounge too long. I must return to my duties." She frowned and tried to puzzle out, in yet another partition of her mind, just what the sabateour had wanted to achieve. Yes, the ship had been in danger, but with the crew as it was, everything had been efficient enough to keep it at bay.

Nodding to those she passed, she left a note at bar requesting a dinner with Ryika at their earliest convenience. She wanted not just to test the woman, but to know just how much disruption the 'sabotage' had created. It seemed that in this world, ripples of emotion could be everlasting, if you did not see where they went and what they disturbed.

As she walked out of the quiet confines of the Lounge, the assault of minds almost shook her. For a few pleasant moments she had forgotten what it felt to be battered from the inside out. Barely suppressing a wince, she moved on, swaying in between those that came in her direction. She wasn't sure where she was going, just that she needed to be there. A precognizent ability she had long ago learned to trust.

She soon found herself on the bridge and staring at a corpse. She blinked, looking at first the marine and then the stunned faces of the command crew. She thought she looked slightly stunned herself. "Captain? Do you need any assistance?" She did not know until she spoke that her fangs had distended. She didn't bother with the effort of retracting them.