On>
Counselor's Quarters>

Tarmis held Chiara tightly, over time he felt her grasp begin to loosen until she inevitably passed out from the whiskey. Tarmis gently laid Chiara back in the chair; he then took the whiskey and tossed it into the recycler. Once he did that Tarmis went back to Chiara. Tarmis pressed his combadge, " Transporter room 1, two officers for site to site transport to Counselor Domina's quarters."

A moment later as Tarmis held Chiara, the beam activate, rematerializing them in Chiara's quarters. Tarmis took her to her bed and gently laid her down. He removed her clothing, leaving her under garments on, then pulled the sheets up about her. For a moment he stopped, and stared at Chiara then placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, " Sleep well Sweet Princess."

Tarmis turned with a smile and a feeling he had done well, He exited her quarters and returned to the Counselor's office. Tarmis gathered Hogah in his arms, as he carried him out he informed the nurse Counselor Domina was not feeling well and should reschedule her appts. The nurse nodded, and Tarmis exited for his quarters.

Tarmis checked his chronometer, ~ Shift is over; I will stay home with Hogah, and return to the bridge bright and early in the morning. Coffee with the boss lady. Hope she likes her new decorations.~ Tarmis chuckled softly as he entered his quarters and gently laid Hogah on the couch.

Tarmis brushed Hogah's hair as he watched over his son sleeping contently. As Tarmis brushed Hogah's hair he noticed a cut along his cheek. He looked closer, ~ How in the universe did that happen?~ Suddenly Tarmis yawn and felt extremely tired. He leaned back, ~ I will look when we both awake in the morning.~ As the thought passed Tarmis' mind he slowly drifted off into deep slumber.

Tarmis and Hogah slept somewhat peacefully. Suddenly the crystal on the desk began to glow, and vibrate. As it did Hogah became assaulted by nightmarish images.

Hogah's Mind>
Hogah awoke to find himself in a strange place; there was rock all about. Fire burned on torches hanging from the wall, as a suffocating heat seemed to come from all around him, squeezing his lung and making it hard to breath. A strange crackling, sound made Hogah look to his side. He saw a bright red river of fire. It flowed along a trench around him, before it deposited into an enormous pool of fire below his feet. He tried to sit up, but steel bands, which glowed a strange color, held his body tightly to a square stone altar.

Etched into the altar were small half round indentions into the rock under Hogah's wrists, ankles and neck. The trenches traveled along the altar, till they disappeared past his feet. Hogah began to shake from the overwhelming fear he felt from all around.

Suddenly Hogah heard strange noises, which seemed to come towards him. A moment later a group of scantly dressed female began to encircle him. Their masks portrayed a lovely female, atop the mask rested a solid black crystal. The crystal was shaped like a spearhead. As the 14 females moved about Hogah they chanted strange unknown words. Every so often when a female passed around Hogah he caught a glimpse of a tattoo on their forearms. The tattoo was a dagger stabbed into a crystal with one drop of blood falling under the crystal.

The ritualistic dance they performed sent fear through out Hogah's body. One of the females stepped closer to Hogah, her mask only millimeters from his. She drew a strange ornamental dagger, and raised her mask as she did. As Hogah looked at the woman his face went completely white, he struggled for a breath. His body froze as gazed upon her.

Reality>
Hogah sat straight up on the couch, his screams only coming as loud whispers. "Deona No Deona NOOOOO!" Hogah struggled to say. He anxiously put his hands to his throat, as the crystal glowed a dark almost black color. Hogah looked into the crystal then fell to the couch, asleep once more.

Off>

(Npc'd Hogah)
 

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Capt. Tarmis Jeram

Executive Officer
USS James Cook NCC-2098-A

Edited by: TarmisJeram at: 7/20/02

On>
Corridor>

Tarmis smiled as he remembered the walk through the arboretum. Elsie was right the plants made ones soul at peace. With a padd in hand he made his way to Llaiir and Saren's quarters. He stopped at the door, ~Good excuse to see the new baby.~ Tarmis chuckled softly as he rang the chime.

"Enter" Llaiir's musical voice called out, she wondered who was coming to visit her now

Tarmis walked into the quarters, he stopped and stared for a moment at all the gifts and balloons which crewman and friends had sent. He felt slightly ashamed he had not brought his gift. As he looked about he said, " Uh Lt. i'Bratokka?"
"t'Rehu" Llaiir corrected with a bright smile, cradling Isha in her arms

Tarmis blushed slightly as he stared at the padd before him. " I do apologize, the information had the wrong last name. Star Fleet is sometimes slow." Tarmis stared at Isha for a moment; he felt everything bad fade from his mind as he stared into Isha's eyes. ~A child's smile can push back the darkest of evils~ Tarmis thought to himself.

"Starfleet is also Ignorant of Rihannsu ways" Llaiir added a little sourly "Sorry, I shouldn't have said that" Llaiir blushed green with embarrassment

Tarmis chuckled slightly, " I understand Lt, and besides You just had a child you are allowed certain outbursts." Tarmis gave Llaiir a joking wink.

Llaiir allowed herself a smile "do you wish to hold her?" she inquired softly?

Tarmis dropped the padd into a chair, he sort of held out his arms, and spoke in a nervous voice, " I uh maybe I shouldn't I mean."

"It's ok, you can hold her" Llaiir offered kindly

Tarmis shook his head, " I am uh not, uh." Llaiir leaned forward and placed Isha in Tarmis hands. As he felt the small life with his arms an unexplainable joy flooded his body. He stared at Isha, not speaking a word as he looked into her innocent wondering eyes.

Isha cooed happily in Tarmis's arms

Tarmis gently ran a finger along her nose, gently tickling her. " You are so beautiful, yes you are." Tarmis said as he forgot Llaiir was standing there watching him lose all composure.

Llaiir smiled at Tarmis, it was wonderful he was so good with her

Tarmis held Isha for some time, then looked up realizing Llaiir was standing there smiling at him. He coughed slightly, " Uh excuse me I apologize." Tarmis gently held Isha out to Llaiir.

Llaiir accepted Isha back; Isha gave another coo once back in her mother’s arms "Yes Captain, what can I do for you today?" Llaiir enquired softly as she felt Isha snuggling into her arms

Tarmis coughed slightly trying to regain his composure, " Well Lt, I am here to inform you of a change of orders, for yourself as well as your husband." Tarmis looked about wondering if Saren was there.

Saren walked out of the kitchen area after hearing about the change of orders, he stood beside Llaiir who was sitting in the chair, the relief and joy of having Llaiir and Isha back well was visible on his face

Tarmis gave Saren a respectful nod, " As you most likely heard, once we arrive at Star Base Python, you will both be transferred to the newly commissioned Uss Alaska. You will serve as Asec, while you will be given charge over Engineering. Here is a copy of your orders." Tarmis handed each of them a copy, and allowed them to peruse over them.

Llaiir looked over her orders ~ I am going to be Chief engineer again ~ she thought to herself and smiled as she looked over her orders

Tarmis saw the smile cross Llaiir's face. He leaned towards her, " The Alaska has a fine captain also, we went through the academy together. Capt.En-Senara believes completely that all races should join as one, learning from one another and growing from each other. He leads with his heart and cares greatly for his crew. You are lucky to be serving with him."
"Oh thank you" Llaiir Smiled

Llaiir looked up at Saren smiling proudly

Tarmis nodded with a smile to Llaiir, then turned to Saren, " Capt.En-Senara will not go easy either, He will expect much from his crew and give much in return. I would like to say that I am proud that you will be both leaving the cook for such a fine ship and captain. It has been a great honor serving with you both." Tarmis gave Saren then Llaiir a deep respectful bow.

Llaiir and Saren nodded back to Tarmis, "And it has been an honor serving with you sir" they both replied

Tarmis leaned forward, gently touching Isha's cheek once more, " I must be going. Good luck in the future." Tarmis started for the door then stopped and turned around, " On a side note I thought you would also like to know Lt.Kurz and Lt.Ford will both also be transferring to the Alaska, small universe huh." Tarmis gave a slight nod as he went for the door.

Llaiir smiled, she would have some familiar crew to work with, always good to help settling in
Off>

Joint Post


Lt. Llaiir t’Rehu
CR&D
USS James Cook
Python fleet Flag ship
(Also played Isha and Saren)
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Capt. Tarmis Jeram

Executive Officer
USS James Cook NCC-2098-A

ON>
USS JAMES COOK, Kmarh's Quarters>

Kmarh stood with Brandon as he looked in his closet for his sword he used to Fight Tarmis with. He found it and put it on his side.

"I don’t know how to tell her....I was gonna last night...but we ended up having sex."

Kmarh looked at Brandon. "You had sex with her, now you are going to leave her?"

"I know I know, it sounds bad."

"Yes. It Does" He said in a most uncaring tone of voice.

Tarmis left Llaiir's quarters, he looked at his padd as he walked along the corridor, ~Well it seems I have to speak with Kmarh and Brandon next. First I better see Kmarh.~ Tarmis went to a nearby console; he quickly learned Kmarh was in his quarters. Tarmis turned and made his way there, after a short walk he stopped before Kmarh's door. He rang the chime as he straightened and hardened his demeanor slightly.

"Enter" Kmarh said, both him and Brandon watching the door.

Tarmis walked in the quarters, he stopped just inside the door as he looked about. ~ You can tell two bachelors live here, damn look at the clothes strewn about and old containers waiting to be recycled. Oh well on to business.~ Tarmis turned to Kmarh and Brandon, " Ah you are both her good, I need to speak with you both."

Kmarh Instantly Snapped to Attention, and Gave and Held a Salute "Yes Sir!"

Brandon looked at him in confusion.

Tarmis held composure; He returned Kmarh's salute. " Please relax gentlemen, I am only here to inform you that your requests for transfer have been approved. Effective once we reach Star Base python both of you gentlemen have been allowed a short time off. Where you will proceed to next it is unclear." Tarmis leaned forward and handed both men a copy of the approved orders.

Brandon smiled, he was happy, but back in his head....he did not know how he was going to break the news to Genesis...they were in a relationship....a brand new one...and now he has to leave her........

"Thank you SIR!" Kmarh said...standing at ease.

Tarmis stood as both men read over their orders, " There is one small thing I need to ask. Does you request for transfer have anything to do with something I could be able to help correct or change, allowing you to stay aboard?"

"Uhh No sir" Brandon began "We just decided that this ship...Its just not quite what we wanted to settle into...and coming aboard...well we weren’t really in control of those circumstances...with the Draesoneth and all, we feel we should stick around star base until another ship appears that we feel comfortable with"

Tarmis nodded, " Very good, It is just something I had to ask Lt." Tarmis turned to Kmarh, " Also Lt.Red Talon, while we travel back to Star Base I will need you to help train your replacement. He does not yet, however Lt.Rodgers your gamma shift leader will be taking over once we return to Star Base."

"Understood, and Sir, That fight...it was an Honorable one" Kmarh took out his sword "as a symbol, I would like you to have this. It was the sword Kmarh used, in the lost battle with Jeram

Tarmis stood speechless for a moment. He reached and took the sword reverently in his hands. " You honor me with such a glorious battle Kmarh." Tarmis bowed slightly, " Qa'pla in your future Kmarh."

Kmarh, not to comfortable speaking the Klingon Language Nodded. "Qa'pla in yours as well sir"

Tarmis gave a slight grin, " Ok now we have work to do. I have to speak with Lt.Rodgers, then I shall send him to your office Lt.Red Talon, besides the sooner we finish shift the sooner you guys can drink one to the future." Tarmis nodded slightly as he turned for the exit.

"Understood"

Tarmis looked over his shoulder, " I will always remember our battle Kmarh." Tarmis nodded slightly as he left their quarters.

Kmarh and Brandon watched him leave. Then Brandon turned to him "You fought him?"

Kmarh simply stared and chucked and walked off.

Off>

Joint Post


Lt Kmarh Red Talon
Former CENG
Brandon Metchooyeah
Former ACENG
USS COOK
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Capt. Tarmis Jeram

Executive Officer
USS James Cook NCC-2098-A

On>
Jeram Quarters>

Tarmis took the long way to his quarters; he entered after ensuring no one had seen him carrying the extravagant Klingon blade. He walked over to the closet in his room. He opened the doors then tucked the blade away. ~Children and weapons don't mix. But the blade if an honorable prize.~

Tarmis nodded slightly as he closed the doors, ~ Kmarh truly did have Honor with in him.~ Tarmis turned, and made his way from his quarters, as he did he skimmed over his padd. ~Damn I need to speak with Torbin also.~

Tarmis accessed the nearest console, the computer said Lt.Kurz was in his quarters. Tarmis cleared the console then left for Torbin's quarters. Some time later he stood before the door and rang the chime.

A female voice from within sweetly called, " Coming just a moment." A second later Roma answered the door wearing a short outfit, and an apron, which covered more than her outfit. She blushed slightly, " Oh Sir I apologize, please come in." Roma ushered Tarmis inside as Torbin came around a corner wearing a black cape and mask, with teeny tiny silk under wear.

Torbin stopped dead in his tracks as he saw Tarmis. Torbin stood awkward for a moment then shrugged his shoulders, as he gave a serious nod. " I will be with you in a moment." Torbin stood tall and proud as he slowly walked into his bedroom.

Roma blushed so bad her cheeks were bright as the terran sun. She stammered out, " Uh Sir I apologize, we were not uh. Please have a seat." Tarmis chuckled slightly, " It is quite alright Lt. I should have called first." Tarmis said as he waved off taking a seat.

Torbin reappeared from the bedroom wearing a female’s robe, all pink with colorful flowers pasted about it, and big fuzzy pig faced slippers. Tarmis looked Torbin from head to toe then shook his head slightly, " Ok Lt.'s I will not hold you long. I only stopped by to inform you that we are now on our way to Star Base Python. Once we arrive you both will be transferred to the Uss Alaska. Here are your official orders which were neglected to been given to you prior."

Torbin and Roma quickly scanned over the orders, then turned and hugged each other tightly. After a short time of hugging and kissing they turned to Tarmis. Roma so excited she threw her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek, " Thank you Sir."

Tarmis stood there somewhat stunned, it took him a moment then he regained himself, " You are quite welcome. I wanted you both to know it has been an honor and a privilege serving with you. Also you will be glad to know Lt.t'Rehu and her spouse will also be transferring to the Alaska with you."

Roma giggled in joy as she thought of the new experiences they would share together. Torbin nodded slightly with a wide smile. Torbin spoke in a joking sarcastic voice, " I guess this means you won't be curtailing my humor doesn't?" Torbin chuckled slightly.

Tarmis gave a devilish grin, " We still have much time before Star Base Lt. allot can happen between now and then." Tarmis winked as they all began laughing. Tarmis gave a pleasant nod then turned to leave their quarters, he stopped at the exit. Reaching up he pulled down a pair of silk thong panties with a frilly design on the front. Tarmis turned and handed them to Roma. Torbin smiled widely as he snatched them away, those are mine” Torbin said as he winked. Tarmis exited. As he shook his head, ~ I don’t want to know I don’t want to ask.~

Off>

(Npc'd Lt.Kurz & Lt.Ford)
 

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Capt. Tarmis Jeram

Executive Officer
USS James Cook NCC-2098-A

On>
Galley>

Tarmis walked into the galley after the computer informed him Lt.Rodgers was working within. Tarmis scanned over his padd once more, ~ Pretty good done with appointments for the day and even getting one in early.~ Tarmis began to look about the galley then spied Rodgers in the back working on something.

Tarmis walked over to Rodgers, " Lt.Rodgers?" Rodgers continued working, " Yeah Mack hand me that phase resequencer over there." Rodgers said without removing his head from the area he was working. Tarmis shrugged, and grabbed a large metallic tool. He handed it to Rodgers.

Rodgers took the tool, a moment later he withdrew his head from the opening, " What the hell is wrong with you Mack I said a." Rodgers stopped as he looked at Tarmis. Rodgers shook his head, " Damn stuck my foot in again didn't I?"

Tarmis chuckled slightly as he shook his head, " No Lt you are fine. I fully understand I have very little engineering knowledge and thank you for pointing out my lack there of even further."

Rodgers laughed as he leaned back against the wall, wiping his hands with a dirty greasy rag. " So what can I do for you Sir, I haven't finished shift yet, cause the galley wants this replicator working and I had to replace the entire component."

Tarmis smiled somewhat, " Please can we sit down." Tarmis gestured to a nearby table. Rodgers smiled as he moved over and took a seat at the table, " Fine by me Sir but you take the heat if the chef comes out."

Tarmis chuckled as he nodded, " Fine it's a deal." Tarmis sat down across from Rodgers, " First let me say this is your annual evaluation. If you would prefer we can do this in private or continue here, it is up to you."

Rodgers shook his head, " Naw that's ok Sir. We can do this right here and now, makes it less hassle for me." Tarmis smiled slightly as he placed the padd before him. He scanned it over before he handed it to Rodgers.

Rodgers looked over the padd, his face turning to a large smile as he sat it back down before Tarmis. " That is my rating, wow I have never had that good of an evaluation before Sir."

Tarmis chuckled, " You have done a fine job as gamma shift crew chief Lt.Rodgers. That is why you deserve this rating, also once we return to Star Base you will become acting Cheng. The position will be based on a 6 months probationary period off course, at which time your service will be reexamined."

Rodgers leaned back, and took a deep breath. " Me Cheng, ya sure you gots the right person Sir, I am just a lowly crew chief. I have never thought of myself as senior officer material."

Tarmis smiled reassuringly, " According to your monthly evaluation reports, as well as the words of praise from your prior Cheng's, this position is well suited for you. Besides the Captain has already ok'd it, that is if you would accept?"

Rodgers took a deep breath then stared Tarmis in the eyes, " Ok Sir I accept." Tarmis smiled as he shook Rodgers hand, " Well when you finish meet Lt.Red Talon to begin your training, until we reach Star Base at which time you will officially take over."

Rodgers smiled as he stood shaking Tarmis hand. He looked down as he realized he got dirt and grime all over Tarmis' hand, " Uh Sorry bout that Sir. I will get back to work and see the Lt in about an hour or so."

Tarmis chuckled as he grabbed a rag and wiped his hand, " Quite alright Lt., just next time ensure you cover both hands, I like it when they are both dirty not just one." Tarmis and Rodgers laughed as Tarmis made his way out of the Galley.

Off>

(Npc'd Lt.Rodgers)
 

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Capt. Tarmis Jeram

Executive Officer
USS James Cook NCC-2098-A

On>
Javar's Quarters>

Javar tossed in his bed, he rolled to and fro as the dream continually replayed in his mind. His sweat drenched the bed as he jerked about.

Javar's Dream>

Javar sat in the back drinking something a terran friend of his called an Irish crème. The drink was interesting and the liquor in it seemed to sneak up on you.

Javar laughed like a free teenager as he handed the bottle towards Raduli. Raduli laughed as he handed the bottle to Tarmis, " You don't think I will drink that stuff?" Raduli said to Javar.

Tarmis piped in, " Give me that chit." He turned the drink up and began swigging as much as he could. " Ya'll are a bunch of pansies, live it up. Damn look at me" Tarmis got up and began dancing around the small shuttle. " I am footloose and free fancy, no wait Fancy free." The three guys began laughing hysterically, as Tarmis stumbled and bumped into a bulkhead.

Tarmis put his hand to his head, " Damn that smarts." He continued laughing, " But looked saved the important stuff." Tarmis said as he held up the liquor.

As the guys continued laughing and joking a beautiful female shoved past Tarmis and plopped down next to Raduli. She put her leg over his lap as she kissed him deep and passionately.

Tarmis watched on, green with jealousy. He stumbled on purpose falling into Raduli and Dutrina. " Oh I am so sorry." Tarmis began laughing, as the other soon did also.

There is a bright flash, the scene has changed. The three men are huddled in a tight sphere, dried tears strewn across their face as Raduli injects Tarmis and Javar with Detoxin.

Another Flash, Now Raduli, Javar, and Tarmis are standing in a white hallway. They all wear their dress uniforms. A guard steps out a large ornate door, " Excuse me. Cadet Javar if you will follow me please." The guards gestures inside as he opened the door, allowing Javar inside. The heavy door makes a loud thud as it closes behind him.

Reality>

Javar jumps up in his bed, his breathing erratic as he scrambles for his bed, as if it was the source of all-evil. He stands against the wall as he slowly realizes there is nothing to fear. His face has dried tears across it once again. For a time he stands there breathing and looking about. Suddenly he recognized the familiar beep of his console.

Javar goes over and activates the console, there is a message waiting for him. Javar read over Tarmis' letter. As he does he seems to breath a bit easier. Javar replied to the letter, setting it up so it would also go to Raduli.

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To: Capt.Jeram
CC: Capt.En-Senara
From: Cmdr. O'Dell

I just received you letter Tarmis, sent a copy to you also Raduli. I just wanted to say I am glad we can put this behind us all once and for all. Bull, Spaz I know you are both nervous and hell down right afraid, but I know this will work. Some how I know, besides I will do anything to get rid of these damn horrible nightmares. Anyways Spaz (Tarmis) I am glad to see you are on your way here. I will set everything up so we can get together and bury this ghost in a proper way. Her soul needs rest. Otherwise we are all damned.

Javar O'Dell - Bull

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Javar took a deep breath as he shakily pressed the command and sent the message to Tarmis and Raduli.

Javar leaned back in his chair, rubbing his eyes. He hoped when he opened them it would all be gone and he could sleep once more.

In the deep dark recesses of his quarters Javar heard a female whisper, like a long forgotten sound riding the wind, " Retribution Is At Hand."

Off>
 

Commander Javar O'dell

Xo Star Base Python
Python Fleet

On> The Dojo.

Rafe sat in the middle of the Dojo drinking his green tea quietly when the doors open to reveal a lithe and feminine figure. He looked up to see Chiara Domina cautiously walk in. She looked around as if she were a young deer entering a dangerous meadow.

“Come and sit.” Rafe said. “You are safe here.” He added, sensing her apprehension.

Chiara walked over to the older man and sat down in front of him.

“Tea?” He offered.

“Umm. Yes please.” She said, looking at the extra cup as he poured in some of the warm brown liquid.

He handed it to her and watched her test it to see how hot it was. She wrinkled her nose at first to the earthy smell of the tea, but then sipped it and smiled. “Hey, this is pretty good.”

Rafe smiled. “I’m glad you like it. What’s on your mind?”

Chiara’s smile vanished. “Oh… Rafe… I… I tried to kill myself over the weekend.” She said quietly.

“Was the reason that of honor?” He asked.

“No… no, it was selfish… it was stupid. Rafe, I’m so afraid!” She cried.

“Afraid of what?” Rafe asked.

“Everything.” Chiara said. “I’m afraid that Tarmis sees me as weak and unworthy of his love… afraid that Elsie doesn’t think I’m a good enough counselor… afraid that I’ll… I’ll be raped again…”

“The committing of suicide as a final preservation of honor or in the hopes that laying one’s life down so that others will have a fighting chance to live is acceptable.” Rafe said. “But to take your own life just to run from your problems and fears is not.”

Chiara only looked at him.

“We cannot grow and strengthen our souls if we run and hide from our fears and problems, Chiara. We cannot become strong if we cower at the sight of danger.” He said.

Chiara looked down. “I’m only a girl, Rafe. I never wanted all of this. I’m a hero because I saved Elsie and President Sterling, then almost single-handedly secured the negotiations with the Terra Materians.”

“It proves you are more then ‘just a girl.’ Rafe said. “You are a Star Fleet officer and a valuable asset to this ship and to the service. We all depend on you as a counselor and as a friend. Were it not for you, Elsie would not be able to get through the aftermath of her ordeal. Were it not for you, my relationship with Elsie would be no longer. And were it not for you, Tarmis Jeram would have turned his back on the James Cook and Star Fleet. Yes, Chiara, we all depend on you, but you must learn that you can depend on us. We are here for you just as much as you are here for us. We are your friends as well as your comrades. We love you as a person, not just as a fellow officer.”

Chiara laid back and stared at the ceiling as she took in Rafe’s words. “What is it about you Rafe? You always now the right things to say… the right things to do.

“I try my best.” Rafe replied. “I live my life and know who and what I am. I constantly learn and teach. It is what I do.”

“You know… back home I would have been a failure. Its your religion that makes you strong, isn’t it?” she said.

“Strength comes from within as well as from faith. Elsie has her goddesses that she looks to for guidance. The Migichinan Goddess sees to the guidance of her people just as humans look to the Christian God and his son, Allah, Buddha and others for guidance.” Rafe said.

“Who do you look to for guidance?” She asked.

“While I look within for strength and guidance, I do so by following the teachings of Buddha.” Rafe replied.

“But aren’t you Migichinan?” She asked.

“Yes, I guess that much is true.” Rafe replied. “But only recently I… we found out about that. Before I embraced Buddhism, I followed the teachings of Yevon until I discovered that those teachings were without foundation and designed to suppress and not to enlighten.”

“The Nebari have no religion.” Chiara said. “The Nebari life is filled with politics, self gratification and greed. We only care about how we get ahead. Hell, the parliament was planning to take advantage of the Klingons before the Dominion War broke out… then they realized how much we needed them.”

“That was their choice.” Rafe said. “But is it yours?”

“I don’t know. I want something more in my life… I need something more. I need to love Tarmis…”

“And you need to love yourself as well.” Rafe said, finishing her sentence. “Perhaps I can help you on a path to enlightenment.”

Chiara sat up. “You can?”

“Listen.” Rafe said. “I will share with you the Noble Eightfold Path.”

“The Noble Eightfold Path, discovered by the Buddha Himself, is the only way to Nirvana. It avoids the extreme of self-torture that weakens ones intellect and the extreme of self-indulgence that retards ones spiritual progress.
It consists of the following eight factors:
1.Right Understanding
2.Right Thoughts
3.Right Speech
4.Right Action
5.Right Livelihood
6.Right Effort
7.Right Mindfulness
8.Right Concentration”

“This is the stuff you follow?” Chiara asked.

“Yes.” Rafe replied. “Allow me to explain.”

“1. Right Understanding is the knowledge of the Four Noble Truths. In other words,
it is the understanding of oneself as one really is. The keynote of Buddhism is this Right Understanding. Buddhism, as much , is based on knowledge and not on unreasonable belief.”

“So I should do everything I can to understand myself and the people around me?” Chaira asked.

“Yes.” Rafe replied. “You will find peace through understanding.”

“Hey, what are the four noble truths?” She asked.

Rafe closed his eyes. “The first is Dukkha; The Existence of Impermanence. Nothing lasts forever. Understand this and be not attached to what you are experiencing, otherwise you will experience suffering. When you experience happiness know that it is a reaction to circumstance and it is not a permanent state. Conversely, when you are suffering know that it shall not be eternal.”

“The Second is Samudaya; The Arising of Suffering because of craving. Craving sensory stimulation, craving existence, and craving non-existence give rise to the continuity of being, and with it its attendant suffering. Attaining a state of non-craving should be part of your daily effort.”

“The Third is Nirodha; The cessation of suffering. One can end eternal suffering by ending the craving that leads to the continuation of suffering.

The Fourth is Magga; The Middle Way, or The Eightfold Path. Ending the craving that leads to the continuation of suffering is brought about through living by the ideals of the Noble Eightfold Path. It delineates a plan of self-discipline regarding ethical conduct, mental discipline, and wisdom. The Path avoids two extremes--the pursuit of complete and ultimate sensory pleasure, or the pursuit of utter self-denial.

“So the Four Noble Truths lead into the Eightfold path?” Chiara asked.

“Yes.” Rafe said. “Let’s continue on the Eightfold Path.”

“2. Right Thoughts are threefold. They are:
The thoughts of renunciation, which are opposed to sense-pleasures.
Kind Thoughts that are opposed to ill will.
Thoughts of harmlessness that are opposed to cruelty. These tend to purify
the mind.”

“So I should get rid of the bad thoughts… like when I wanted to die… that was a bad thought. I wanted to end it all.” Chiara said. “Like you said, it was foolish.”

“Not in so many words, but yes.” Rafe replied.

“3. Right Speech deals with refraining from falsehood, stealing, slandering, harsh
words and frivolous talks.”

“So when I talk to people, it should be straight talk… no gossip, or talking bad about other… I don’t really do that now, though.” Chiara said.

“I know, but it is something to remember. Only say things that need to be said.” Rafe replied.

“4. Right Action deals with refraining from killing, stealing and unchastity. It helps one to develop a character that is self-controlled and mindful of right of others.”

“So like when you say that I should only say things that need to be said, I should only do things that need to be done?”

“You learn quickly.” Rafe said.

“5. Right Livelihood deals with the five kinds of trades that should be avoided by a lay disciple. They are:
(a) trade in deadly weapons
(b) trade in animals for slaughter
(c) trade in slavery
(d) trade in intoxicants
(e) trade in poisons”

“Those all sound like big no-no’s.” Chiara said. “But what about animals? Most people need protein to survive.”

“The killing of animals just to kill or excessive killing to over stock foods is wrong. Kill animals only if you need them for food or if the animal attacks you and you are forced to defend yourself… otherwise the animal has just as much right as you do to live.” Rafe replied.

“Right Livelihood means earring ones living in a way that is not harmful to others.
6. Right Effort is fourfold, namely:
(a) the endeavor to discard evil that has already arisen.
(b) the endeavor to prevent the arising of unrisen evil.
(c) the endeavor to develop that good which has already arisen.
(d) the endeavor to promote that good which has not already arisen.”

“Ok, this is obvious enough.” Chiara said. “Fight the good fight, stop the bad guys and promote good… like the Federation already does.”

“That sounds about right.” Rafe said.
“Effort is needed to cultivate Good Conduct or develop one's mind, because one is often distracted or tempted to take the easy way out of things. The Buddha teaches that attaining happiness and Enlightenment depends upon one's own efforts. Effort is the root of all achievement. If one wants to get to the top of a mountain, just sitting at the foot thinking about it will not bring one there. It is by making the effort of climbing up the mountain, step by step, that one eventually reaches the summit. Thus, no matter how great the Buddha's achievement may be, or how excellent His Teaching is, one must put the Teaching into practice before one can expect to obtain the desired result.” Rafe added.

“7. Right Mindfulness is also fourfold:
mindfulness with regard to body
mindfulness with regard to feeling
mindfulness with regard to mind
mindfulness with regard to mental objects.”

“What does this say to you? Rafe asked.

“Right Mindfulness is the awareness of one's deeds, words and thoughts.” Chiara replied.

“You are learning very well.” Rafe said. “By staying mindful of your thoughts, words and deeds, you will preserve your health and the health of those who interact with you.” Rafe said.

“8. Right Meditation
Meditation means the gradual process of training the mind to focus on a single object and to remain fixed upon the object without wavering. The constant practice of meditation helps one to develop a clam and concentrated mind and help to prepare one for the attainment of Wisdom and Enlightenment ultimately.”

Chiara listened as Rafe finished the lesson. “So in Right Meditation, if I practice the other seven and apply them in remembrance as I practice eight, I should do all right?”

“Yes. You will be on your path of enlightenment.” Rafe replied. “By living the eightfold path, your life will become easier as you simplify your thoughts, words and deeds. Your life will become easier as you apply this to how you view yourself and how you view and interact with others.”

Chiara nodded. “This is a lot to take in… but I think I can do it. Thank you Rafe.” She leaned over and pulled down his collar to kiss him. “You’ve already taught me a lot. Will you help me through this?”

“Yes. It is my duty to you as your friend.” He replied.

“Thank you.” She said again.
“Go… meditate on the truths I have given you.” Rafe said. “Apply them to your life.”

Chiara nodded and stood. She bowed to Rafe and walked out of the Dojo. Rafe noted that she was leaving with an air of confidence that she did not have when she walked in. He smiled again.

Off>

Chiara
&
Capt. Rafe Oosha

Chief Intelligence Officer
USS James Cook NCC-2098-A
"Wisdom begins in wonder."

Arianai hated it when new crew were brought on board. It meant arranging for training and orientations. She finally had her Science Department running smoothly. Thinking to herself, 'One more shouldn't mess things up too much, A dear. Remember to breath.'. She nodded to people she passed in the corridors, and headed towards the transporter room.

The new ship's compliment were to be beamed aboard once docking procedures were completed with the SB. As she entered the transporter room and looked around, a familiar voice is heard.

"Well, heaven bless us. Is that Arianai Kestral?"

Arianai turns, and can feel the red rise to her face. Looking at those that are standing about, her eyes light on a figure in black IS attire. He smiles big, and steps forward.

"Tallan?" Once he is within striking distance, strike she does. Heads turn at the sound of a face being slapped, hard. Surprised at her own reaction, Arianai quickly turns and rushes out, and down the corridor.

With everyone watching him, Tallan rubs his face, and shrugs his shoulders. "Women..." The men in the room smirk at him. And the women, they don't look happy.

OFF

JP

Ensign Tallan Thorne
Intelligence Service
(in absentia, but with permission)

&
 

LtJG Arianai K Vasata
Chief Science Officer
USS James Cook NCC-2098-A

ON> Ready room

“Captain’s Log:

We are approaching Pythus III and will be entering space dock within the hour. The mission at Terra Mater, though difficult for some, was a success, and the emotions around the crew are those of pride for a job well done.

We will be taking on new crew, and losing others.

I hope I can find time to get in a little recreation during liberty, but I have much business to discuss with the Admiral. It has been far too long since I climbed around in the Interactive Escher museum. The multi-gravitational nature of the experience is challenging.”

Elsie felt the ship drop out of warp and stopped the log.

“Commodore to the bridge” Jeram called over the comm.

“On my way, Captain.” Elsie answered.

She continued the log. “Duty calls. Commodore Elsie Veritas, out.”

Though the bridge crew could easily bring the ship in, following standard procedures, it was tradition that the CO sit the Center Seat upon entering port. Centuries ago, the off-duty crew would don dress uniform and stand the decks as an ocean-going vessel would glide into port. Nowadays it was standard duty uniform and no fanfare.

Elsie strode out of the Ready Room, taking her place and beginning the docking procedure.

OFF>
 

Commodore Elsie Veritas

CO U.S.S. James Cook
Python Fleet Flagship

On> The Grand Mall - Starbase Python.

It had been a while since Elsie was able to do any quality shopping, given the duration and intensity of the Cook's most recent missions, but she decided that after talking with Chiara, some R&R was indeed in order... and what better way to get some R&R in then by shopping.

Elsie headed for Betazoid Delights, a curio shop that specialized in artworks and household decorations from Betazed. On her way, however, the sign pointing to the museums beckoned her. She headed for her favorite interactive exhibit, "Stairs" by Escher. It was a 3-D model of the famous painting, and each of the six surfaces had its own independent gravitational system. One could walk the twisting stairs up the walls, over the ceiling, and around to the starting point without falling. The challenge was to forget you were sideways and upside down and to keep one's sense of perspective.

While walking the stairs, Elsie could hear a growling rumble and echo through the designs... like the growl of a cat...

Elsie looked around herself, searching from landing to landing, ignoring the vertigo such a move produces. There...on the ceiling....was a very large, very blue cat! He looked confused, and was venting his frustration at being lost. Elsie back tracked, jogged to the right, then the left, and made her way to him.

The cat looked right at Elsie with piercing red eyes. He snarled at having been seen and with pure strength and grace, he leapt from his perch, bouncing back and forth between the stairs and zipped straight past Elsie and down to the floor of the museum, landing amid other visitors and skidding across the floor. In the light... he appeared to be humanoid.

 

Elsie put her hands on her hips, and stared down at the creature who had made such a daring leap, crossing three gravitational fields as he did so!

The cat-man looked up at Elsie, then hissed and growled at the people around him. There were screams and calls for security as people backed away from him.

Elsie grinned. "What's the matter, it's supposed to be fun!"

The cat-man leered at the people who were running in fear. Star Fleet security had begun to enter the museum, but kept thier distance from the cat-man, not sure how to approach the alien. One thing that Elsie immediately noticed on the primitive clothing and ornaments on the cat-man was how some of the beads bore a remarkable similarity to what Rafe wore on his kimono.

Elsie called to the guards. "It's all right! He just was disoriented! I'll talk to him." She trotted around the walls until she was right side up in relationship to the creature. He towered over her, and looked menacing, but Elsie could see he was not making any aggressive moves. "It's all right, Sir. No one will attack you." Elsie said soothingly.


A growl emanated from the cat-man... but not from his throat... it came from his stomach.

He leaned over and began to sniff her.

Elsie's head being only a few inches taller than his stomach grinned up at him. "I know a great restaurant for carnivores. You like your food live or already prepared?" She asked the blue feline.

The cat -man wrinkled his nose at the scent of something familiar to him... but he couldn't tell what. He looked to Elsie's face.

"You hungry?" Elsie asked simply.

"...Kimahri hungry..." He said. His voice was a soft rumble."

"Come with me, Kimahri." She beckoned for him to follow her. She led him to the Predator Restaurant. It had a viewing area with tables and a sunken two-deck pit, jungle-like with live prey.

Elsie nodded to the owner. "His meal is on me." Elsie sat at a table, ordering iced tea, and waited for Kimahri to decide.

Kimahri looked at the menu and frowned. He handed it to Elsie. "Kimahri sorry... can't read."

Elsie put the menu down and asked, "What would Kimahri like to eat?" The waiter watched the blue feline expectantly

"Food." Kimahri said.

"Cooked or raw?" Elsie asked.

"Cooked." He replied.

Elsie looked up to the waiter, "What is today's specialty?"

"We have a nice porterhouse that the... uhhh... gentleman might like." He offered.

"Bring as much as he will eat. And anything else he wants, " Elsie smiled.

The cat-man looked at the waiter. The waiter confirmed the order on his PADD and hurried off.

Elsie leaned on her elbows and peered up at Kimahri, "Where are you from?"

"Kimahri come from Ronso Village." He replied.

"What planet are you from?" Elsie clarified.

"Planet?' He asked.

"World."

Kimahri fell silent, searching for something to answer the woman with.

"...Spira..." He said with a measure of uncertainty, wondering why the woman would ask such a question.

Elsie gasped, "Spira?...when were you at Spira?"

"Kimahri lay down... sleep in Ronso Village. Wake up... surrounded by machina. Kimahri confused." He said.

The waiter came with a whole roast, a large two-pronged fork, and a large carving knife and laid them before Kimahri. Another waiter set a large pitcher of red wine and a goblet before the blue feline and departed. She reached out her mind for Rafe. The gyms? The dojo? CIC! ~ Rafe..come to the Predator Restaurant. There is someone here you should meet.~

~I am on my way... Another of your relatives, I presume?~ Rafe said.

~ More like one of yours ~ Elsie countered.

~I have no relatives.~ Rafe replied.

Kimahri picked up the pot roast and began eating... without using the utensils provided.

Elsie did not know if this would work, but she projected what she was seeing.

~I'll be there shortly... He's a friend. Tell him Auron is coming.~ Rafe said.

Elsie sipped her iced tea and eyed the big blue feline as he hungrily devoured the roast. It seemed like he had not eaten in a good while. "Kamarhi, do you remember a fellow warrior by the name of Auron?"

"Kimarhi know Auron. Guardian of Yuna, like Kimahri. Not say much. Very wise. Kimarhi like Auron... miss Auron." He said with a touch of sadness.

"Auron is coming here." Elsie smiled.

"Kimahri not understand. Auron go to Farplane... with Braska, Jecht, Tidus. Give life for friends... defeated Sin." He said

Kimarhi's eyes went wide. "Kimahri in Farplane?"

How could Elsie explain? She did not understand it herself! "Auron is here. Not Farplane."

Kimahri sniffed Elsie again. "Speak truth... Auron is here... smell Auron on you."

Elsie smiled. "Yes. Auron's scent is on me."

"This way, sir." A voice said from behind them. Kimarhi stood up as Rafe walked to them."

"Auron." Kimahri said.

"Kimahri... you look well." Rafe replied.

"Sit... eat." Rafe said. Kimahri did as instructed and sat back down.

"You are not dead?" The cat-man asked Rafe.

"Not exactly."

"Kimahri guess is long story... make Kimahri head hurt?" He said.

Elsie scooted her chair over to give room for Rafe's.

"You could say that." Rafe replied. "I see you have met my wife."

Kimahri nodded, then the words sank into him. He turned to Elsie. "Kimahri sorry, not know Auron took a wife. Kimahri pleased."

Elsie's eyes danced between the two, enjoying their easy familiarity as if they had not been long parted.

"How long has it been, old friend?" Rafe asked of the cat-man.

"11 year." Kimahri replied. "Last year mark ten year of calm. Kimahri and Fera make trip to Yuna. Comfort Yuna in 10 year passing of Tidus and Auron."

"How is Yuna?" Rafe asked.

"Yuna good. Take husband... have two sons. Name Tidus and Auron. Husband die tough." The cat-man said. He was genuinely happy to see Rafe.

Elsie watched as a spark of life rose in Rafe's face, one that she had seen only once before on the holodeck, at Spira.

Rafe felt bad that Yuna had to continue to know the grief of yet again loosing someone, but she had two sons to keep her company.

"What of the others?" Rafe asked.

"Wakka and Lulu marry... have 5 littleones... all like Blitzballs." Kimahri said. "Rikku stay with Kimahri. Help rebuild Ronso village." he said.

Elsie gave Rafe a puzzled frown. "I thought Spira was a desolate ruin?"

"So did I." Rafe replied.

Kimahri looked between the two of them.

Elsie explained to Kimahri, "Rafe set up simulations to show what Spira is like today. Apparently they are in error."

"Maybe, but then again maybe not." Rafe replied.

"Kimarhi see Spira yesterday with Kimarhi eyes... not ruin!" He said.

Rafe nodded. "I'm not going to argue with a Ronso... but perhaps we should take him to the ship and run some tests on him." Rafe said.

Elsie nodded. "Good idea. You two go ahead. I really should go talk to Admiral T'Ver."

Rafe nodded. "Kimarhi, you're with me."

The stood up and Rafe placed his hand on Elsie's shoulder.

"I'll meet you back on the ship. I have a few presents for you once you get back."

Elsie handed the waiter her credit chip for Kimarhi's meal, smiled at Rafe, then left to find the Admiral.

Off>

JP

Commodore Elsie Veritas
CO USS James Cook
&
 

Capt. Rafe Oosha

Chief Intelligence Officer
USS James Cook NCC-2098-A
"Wisdom begins in wonder."

On> Upper Promenade, SBP

Chiara plopped down at the Rinoka Cafe in the Grand Mall on the Starbase. She looked in amazement at how many bags she had accumulated in the morning of shopping she had embarked on. She started to thumb through the bags.

"Ok, lessee... Got a bottle of Chapar Vanilla for Elsie..." She reached down and found a box containing an incense burner and a selection of incense. "Ok, that was for Rafe, but I don't know if he's into that stuff or not..."

She pulled out a box containing a toy starship. "This is Hogah's" She put the ship back in the bag. She found the Victoria's Secret bag and blushed... "That... would be for Tarmis..."

T'Anna entered the Cafe. There was only one seat open, the one at Chiara's table. She asked the blue girl, "May I sit here?"

Chiara was still bent over looking through the bags. "Go right ahead." She said.

A waiter came by with a cup of green tea and left it for the blue girl.

She sat back up with a lipstick and a mirror. She started to apply the black gloss lipstick to her lips, not looking over to the other woman who was sitting across from her.

T'Anna set her own bags on the floor and told the waiter, "Terran vanilla milkshake"

The waiter nodded and scurried off.

Chiara, satisfied with her selection of lipstick, closed the case and the compact mirror and set them back into one of the bags.

T'Anna gazed at the person across from her. Something familiar. "Hello, I am T'Anna Veritas. You look familiar to me. May I ask your name?"

"Domina... Chiara Domina." She replied. "Say, you look familiar yourself. Have we met?" She asked.

"Waitaminute... did you say Veritas?" Chiara asked.

Chiara hopped up on the seat and crouched down, cocking her head to one side, intently interested in this person. She gave a broad and inviting smile.

T'Anna nodded. "Yes. Veritas. Why?"

"You any relation to Elsie Veritas?" Chiara asked.

"She is my First Cousin. You know her?" T'Anna answered.

"Yeah, she's like my best friend." Chiara said. "As well as my commanding officer.

"Ah! Chief Counselor! Now it becomes clear!" T'Anna exclaimed.

"Cool... Hey, maybe you can answer a question, then?" Chiara asked.

"I will try, Miss Domina."

Chiara pulled out the bottle of vanilla perfume. "You think Elsie will like this?"

T'Anna took the bottle and sniffed it. "Oh yes! It will remind her of some of the flowers her parents grow! You are buying gifts for the crew?" T'Anna asked as she handed the bottle of perfume back.

"Well, at least for my friends. This last mission was a little on the rough side, so I thought I'd cheer some of my buds up with a few things." Chiara said with a big grin.

"You are a thoughtful person, Miss Domina, " T'Anna smiled.

"I try to be." Chiara said.

"So like what do you do?" Chiara asked.

T'Anna chuckled, "What DON'T I do! Right now I am the UFP ambassador to Python Fleet. But I am also a medical doctor."

"Cool... My daddy was an ambassador." Chiara said. "And I did some time on the Viper as the CMO."

"Oh, My! On the VIPER? That could not have been easy!"

"It was tough." Chiara said. "I didn't adjust well."

"They do have their ways, don't they? And Medical science is not on their list of priorities."

"No... and they treated me like crap." Chiara added.

"You mean they treated you like Klingons treat non-Klingons." T'Anna guessed.

"Yeah." Domina said.

"Hmm," T'Anna grunted. "How are you adjusting to the Cook?"

"I'm doing fine, I guess." Chiara said. "I got to do a lot on the last mission... even got shot."

"I'm having some fun, but it's not always easy."

T'Anna's eyes narrowed. "You got shot?"

"I don't know if I can discuss it. It was on an away mission and someone tried to shoot Elsie and another really important person, but I knocked them out of the way" Chiara lifted her shirt enough so T'Anna could see the discoloration from where the laser had pierced her.

T'Anna winced and leaned forward to peer at the healing skin. "They did a good job, it seems. How do you feel?"

"I feel fine... it can get a little sore at times though." Chiara said, lowering her shirt.

"It will take time. Don't over do it." T'Anna giggled, "Listen to me..in Doctor mode!"

Chiara smiled. "Sounds like me when people start talking... I go into counselor mode."

"I did that, too, on the Remorse. Like a mother Hen, I tend to fall into old habits. It never goes away, one's concern for others."

"Yeah." Chiara said.

T'Anna slurped on her milkshake, then wiped the white mustache off her upper lip. "So how long are you all in port for? I haven't had a chance to talk to Elsie yet."

"A week, I think. Some crew rotations then we're off to Vella Cava." Chaira replied.

T'Anna nodded. "I hope I run into her. She is always so busy."

"I'll let her know I saw you." Chiara said... "Hey, why don't you come aboard for a visit?"

T'Anna's eyes lit up. "I would LOVE to! I'll contact Elsie and make arrangements."

"Ok." Chiara said. She got off the chair and stood up to pat T'Anna on the arm. "See you there then.

"It was good meeting you, Miss Domina."T'Anna smiled as her acquaintance gathered all her packages and lugged them off.

"Good meetin' you, too." Chiara said as she headed for the door.

OFF>

JP

Counselor Chiara Domina
Counselor - USS James Cook
&

Dr. T'Anna Veritas
UFP Ambassador
 

On > Astrometrics

"Jerry, look at this, will yah? Tell me what you see?" The Astrometrics officer asked.

"Holy Sh**t!" Jerry exclaimed as he looked at the readouts. I better let command know what is coming!" The Astrometrics Division Chief tried to raise the Chief of Science on the comm, but he was away from the base. "Damn!" Jerry swore and headed for the turbolift at a dead run. He got clearance from the guards at Deck One and walked up to O'Dell who was sitting in the middle of the command deck. The Lt. Commander waited to be acknowledged.

Javar looked at the Ops Office, " It should be interesting, we haven't all been together since the Academy. That was like." The Ops officer gave Javar a questioning look. Javar smirked, " Well lets just say it was a awhile ago, But this should be great," Javar noticed the Ops officer looking over his shoulder, he turned around, " What can I do for you?" Javar asked Jerry

"Sir, we have a situation. Pythus is building up to a big..and I mean big..Solar flare!" He answered. "There is a chance we might get hit."

Javar sat up straight in his chair, " When will this happen?" Javar asked as he became completely serious.

The Officer shrugged. "It is impossible to predict, but I would say within the next 43 hours. When and where it hits is going to depend where we are in orbit when she blows."

"If we are hit by the flare will our shields hold?" Javar asked. " If not what would our alternatives be?"

"Our shields should absorb most of the radiation if they are at full power when it hits. However, any idle ships in the vicinity will have most of their electronics fried. If we are head on, that is. If we get a glancing blow, the damage will be less. We cannot move Star base on a moment's notice, so we are pretty much at the mercy of whatever that sun out there wants to toss our way."

Javar rubbed his hand across his chin in thought, " Ok you get back to astrometrics, and get me as much information as you can about the size of the flare and it direction. I want to know the minute you do." Javar turned to the Ops Officer, " Have shields brought to full, bring up the back ups if need be for extra power. Inform all vessels in the vicinity to pull back so they will not get caught by the flare. Also inform the snake pit about the situation. Come on people let's do this."

"Yes, Sir!" The Officer said, and headed quickly to the turbolift.

Javar stood in front of the chair, as the view screen changed to view the Pythus sun. " Every body keep calm and we should get through this just fine. Javar smacked his commbadge, " Adm.T'ver we have a situation Ma'am."

T'Ver activated the comm in her quarters. She knew it had to be serious for him to contact her while she was on medical leave. "On my way, Commander." T'Ver dressed quickly, slapped her commbadge on and headed for the bridge. "Report! " She ordered as she strode onto the command center.

Javar turned to T’Ver, " Ma'am we have a flare which may impact Star Base, shields have been raised to max, we informed the snake pit as well as All vessels in the vicinity. Now it appears we just wait."

"Time to intercept?" She asked.

"The astrometrics officer, said within the next 43 hours ma'am, exact location and direction unknown."

T'Ver thought a minute then ordered.. "Put the base on yellow alert. Have a communications link open at all times to Astrometrics. Rotate all shields to continually face the sun. The moment the flare threatens, divert all available power to the shields. Since we cannot predict when and where it will be, we had better be ready. As many ships as possible need to be brought into Space dock, even if we have to tow them in and stack them."

T'Ver continued. "Warn any incoming ships to avoid the system until the flare has passed. Alert Sickbay that we might have some cases of radiation exposure. All workbees and EVA's are to come inside immediately."

People scrambled to get the massive space dock and all 240,000 of its residents ready for the flare. The comm system lit up with orders to and from all departments, and two officers manned each command station.

They would be ready.

OFF>

Joint Post

Admiral T'Ver (also as astrometrics)
CO SBP
Python Fleet
&
 

Commander Javar O'dell

Xo Star Base Python
Python Fleet

On>
Javar's Quarters>

Javar stood in the sonic shower, he knew it was not a water shower, but he didn't care. He stood there anyways letting it waves course over his body. The stresses of the bridge slowly faded away. After sometime of this, he slowly got out and dressed in the casual clothes he wore at the academy.

He put on a pair of faded blue jeans with rips at variance places along the legs, a white t-shirt with a large smiley that has it's middle finger up, and a saying underneath that read. Here it is universe, sit n spin.

After he dressed he looked in the far back of his closet, after a short while he found what he was looking for, an old faded blue jean jacket. He put the jacket on as the door chime sounded. Javar grabbed a small bag and a bottle of old Terran tequila and opened the door, " We may be old but we can still party like youngsters." Javar laughed, until he noticed a small boy standing beside Tarmis.

Tarmis looked at Hogah then to Javar and everyone busted out laughing. Tarmis shook his head, " You haven't changed much have you bull?" Javar smiled widely as he shrugged his shoulders, " Why the hell" Javar looked at Hogah. " Why the heck would I?" Everyone laughed for a bit then Javar asked, " So what we got planned to guys? I mean the Red light district is out of the question."

Hogah looked strangely at Tarmis, " Dad is the red light district where they only sell red lights?" Tarmis mouth dropped wide open as he stared at Hogah then Javar then Hogah, " Uh yeah son yeah. Well Javar, since I couldn't get a sitter for about another couple hours, we were all going to take Hogah and go see the Alaska. He really wants to see what the newest ship looks like."

Javar shrugged his shoulders once more as he took the small bag and the tequila, and closed his quarters. " Sounds good to me, let's get out of here. We may need a warm up too." Javar said as he held up the tequila.

Raduli shook his head as he followed the group, " Some things never change do they?" Javar put his arm around Raduli, " Hell, I mean heck no they don't." Javar bust out laughing.

The group made their way to the dock, after a moment Javar signaled to the guys he got a shuttle. He led everyone to the shuttle and they all quickly got in.

Javar jumped in the pilots seat as everyone buckled in. After a quick preflight checklist, Javar activated the comm, " Shuttle micron to Star Base Ops, requesting Departure clearance."

Star base Ops came back a moment later, " Shuttle Micron this is Star Base Ops, you have permission to depart and proceed. We will track you the entire way and be safe Sir."

Javar lit up the engines as the doors open, as the door opened just wide enough for the shuttle to clear them Javar throttled the shuttle forward. Javar flew as fast as he could at the still opening doors.

Star Base Ops came across the comm, " Shuttle Micron you must, Shuttle Micron your speed has. Oh no Shuttle Micron you won't make."

Just then the shuttle shot out the doors, clearing the edges with only a few inches to spare. Hogah had not realized it but he was squeezing Tarmis' leg tightly. Raduli was leaned back in his seat like nothing had happened. Tarmis gently removed Hogah's hand, then lovingly patted it with his own, " It will be ok son that is just Bull. Thick headed and charging in."

Javar leaned back as he made the shuttle do a somersault, " Hell, oh darn Heck Yeah little guy. The only way to live." Javar said to Hogah. Once they cleared the base everyone unbuckled themselves to move forward and look at the view.

Javar brought the shuttle about some so they all could look at the Base, then Pythus. Javar brought the shuttle to a stop as they all stared on in amazement at the beauty of Pythus.

Hogah looked out, wide-eyed. His eyes seemed to stare all about in awe. The group of guys made a slight circle as they hugged and patted each other's backs. With looks of great concern and friendship.

Hogah patted Tarmis arm, Tarmis said, " Just a minute son." Hogah kept patted then smacked Tarmis arm, " Uh Dad." Tarmis exhaled, some what perturbed, " What is it son?"

Hogah kept smacking Tarmis arm, " Uh that dad." He pointed with his other hand. Tarmis leaned closer so he could see what Hogah was pointing at, as he did he and the others all looked on in shock.

Heading towards them was an enormous streak of fire. It almost seemed alive as it course to and fro, burning everything in its path. The flare sparked and waved as it came closer to them, almost as if it were seeking them out.

Javar jumped in the pilot's chair, bringing all systems back online. He looked over at the comm area, ~Damn I had turned it off, for privacy.~ Javar ignored it as he brought the shuttle to life. He started to bring the shuttle about, but it was too late the Flare was on top them. Javar shook his head, " Hell no. Member the Solarius cluster guys. Let's do it again."

Javar intended to ride the wave out like he had done as a youth; he prepared to ignite the warp drive, shooting them free of the flare. As Javar took a deep breath his finger shook slightly, then he pressed the engage button.

You could almost feel the power build up in the warp engine. But nothing happened. Javar nervously checked the console, " Oh shit, there is a variance in the warp regulator. Attempting to bypass." His hands blazed across the console, and then he quickly punched the engage button.

This time the warp field engaged and began to expand. Suddenly everything froze, the flare enveloped the shuttle, but did not move or wave, as it should if it were truly alive like fire. The three guys looked at one another, confused as hell of what was going on. Raduli thought for a moment then shook his finger at them, Could we have caused some type of rip in the fabric of space, caused by inducing a warp field into a Flare of this magnitude?"

Javar and Tarmis looked at each other and shrugged, both said, " Could be." They all started laughing. Until the strange sound began behind them, like the sizzle of the sun on a hot summer days. The sound continued and grew, then was covered over by the screams. Tarmis was the first to turn, realizing what was making the screams. He came about in time to see Hogah being dragged by strangely dressed figures. The black hooded figures dragged Hogah out through what could only be described as a portal.

As Hogah was dragged out, to figures stepped through into the shuttle. One completely in black cape and hood. The other a female, completely stark white with coal black eyes. Her hair was so white the tips seemed to be aflame. Tarmis threw out his hand as if to say stop when the hooded figure said, " STOP! Your son has been chosen to give rebirth to Queen Deriam. His blood will strengthen her new body and his soul will be the first of many to return her powers to her.

Tarmis ran towards the figures, he only got a few feet before the stark white woman tossed out a hand, throwing Tarmis back into his friends knocking them all to the floor. Javar jumped up, his veins popped out, his temples throbbed as he started towards them. " You will let him...." Javar's words trailed off as his anger left him. He stood frozen in fear as he peered on. After some time he finally could speak, " Dutrina? But but that can't be."

The stark white female gave Javar a demonic scowl, " Because I am dead. You fool the Council Of Deriam has resurrected me, so I could bring forth my vengeance upon you all." As she finished she lifted her hand, lightning bolts flew out as they easily grabbed all three men and pinned them to the ceiling of the shuttle. A sick evil smile could be felt from the hooded figure as she watched on, in what could only be described as perverse joy.

The hooded figure turned to Dutrina, " After you have finished with them sister Dutrina, return to us and our Queen Deriam will reward you with what you desire most, a return to the living." Tarmis stared on in horror; he shook his head not wanting to believe what he had heard. It can't be true, mustering all the strength he had, " Deona is that you? If it is you MUST face ME!" The hooded figure had walked towards the door, but she stopped. A sick twisted laugh could be heard, from under the hood. The figure turned still laughing, as it raised its hood.

Javar, Tarmis, and Raduli all gasped in complete horror, their body still coursing with electricity, as their eyes and ears began to show small trails of blood.

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Joint Post

Captain Raduli En-Senara
Co. - Uss Alaska
PFECD
Python Fleet
&
Commander Javar O’Dell
Xo Star Base Python
Python Fleet
&
Capt. Tarmis Jeram
Executive Officer
USS James Cook NCC-2098-A