[18:59] We're missing Savant and Sonya. Two minute hold, starting now. [19:00] ::sings:: Won't you come home Bill Baily... [19:00] Ole Bill Daren won't you Please! Come! Hoomme! [19:00] *shrug* Just saying that reading what Kaku's saying, quantum theory seems like a cop-out way of explaining things, even though it works. [19:00] I have e-mails from CCC and Tripp. [19:00] http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&cid=514&e=4&u=/ap/20040530/ap_on_go_ pr_wh/bush_saddam_s_gun_1 [19:00] ^ anyone hear that [19:00] ? [19:00] Yep. It was on Drudge the other day. [19:01] kick ass [19:01] He can keep it on his wall when he's selected as baseball commissioner. ;) [19:01] My former roommate's comment: "It sort of underlines the whole war-for-revenge thing." [19:01] Skipping out already! Why, he oughta be keel-hauled... uhm, on a civilian vessel... erm... I think we'll need special dispensation from the Reorsan authorities. [19:01] * Spuzzum is now known as LTTC_Canterbury [19:01] Shoot player's union reps that threaten to strike, that sort of thing. [19:02] how does one actually keel-haul someone? [19:02] OK, that's two minutes. Let's get moving. [19:02] * Jester is now known as Tebrun_LoraKor [19:02] Commodore, whenever you're ready. ;) [19:02] * CloakChauffer is now known as Zachery_Prentiss [19:02] LCARS, let's doooo it! [19:02] * CoroLCARS =/\= W_Daren has called: ATTENTION ON DECK =/\= [19:02] * CoroLCARS changes topic to '=/\= U.S.S. Coronado, NCC-97901... http://www.jestertrek.com/coro2400/ =/\= Sim in progress! =-= Coronado sims at 9:00pm ET Mondays, with an after-sim most weeks immediately following!' [19:02] * CoroLCARS sets mode: +m [19:02] ::attn:: [19:02] ::attn:: [19:02] Commodore? There's no Commodore. I think I'm the ranking officer here... [19:02] ::Attn:: [19:03] ::attn:: [19:03] ;) [19:03] ::attn:: [19:03] * CRXO_Tal snaps to attention. [19:03] ::attn:: [19:03] ::attn:: [19:03] ::attn:: [19:03] ::attn:: [19:03] ::attn:: [19:03] ::attn:: [19:03] Wait a minute, I'm not an officer any more. ::relaxes and goes over to the bar to get a drink:: [19:03] ::attn:: [19:03] * kari is now known as Brooks [19:03] Actually, you should be back in uniform, Miss D'rall. ;) [19:04] What rank tho? ;) [19:04] They just giving tit for tat or did I get a promo out of it, heh? [19:04] Welcome, everyone. Happy Memorial Day to those of us like myself who are in the U.S. As is Coronado tradition, I'd like a moment of silence in honor of the fighting men and women who make it possible for the rest of us to spend our Monday evenings playing games rather than writing for Pravda or something. ;) [19:05] Thank you. :) Tonight, we wrap up "This Day, This Place" and go roaring into Coro's final arc. Before we begin, tonight's briefing... [19:05] =Sim Briefing!= Please type "ack" after you've read it... [19:05] Stardate 240405.31: "This Day, This Place", Part 3, by Jester. [19:06] SUMMARY: William Daren decides. Tebrun Lora Kor decides. [19:06] Coronado has been recalled to Reor'sa under VERY unusual circumstances. Nine of the civilian government leaders in M64 have banded together to form a defensive and trade alliance. These leaders have called upon the Starfleet personnel and ships to return to Reor'sa. [19:06] Ships that follow this directive will be turned over to the newly-forming Alliance government, which apparently plans to place them in the charge of a new, combined Alliance military under civilian control. Starfleet ships that refuse the directive have been ordered out of "Alliance" space... [19:06] Commodore Daren has stated his intent that Coronado remain a Federation Starfleet vessel and find a way to return to the Milky Way. As a result, a number of her crew have disembarked on Reor'sa and are either awaiating reassignment with the Alliance fleet or seeking their own destinies... [19:06] Briefing complete. [19:06] ack [19:06] ack [19:06] ack [19:06] ack [19:06] ack [19:06] ack [19:06] ack [19:06] ack [19:06] ack [19:06] * CRXO_Tal acknowledges with a crisp salute. [19:06] ack [19:06] ack [19:07] ack [19:07] I believe we're picking up a day or so after last week's events, making it 78 IC days until D-Day. [19:07] Any questions before we get rolling? [19:07] ::raises hand:: [19:07] Dr. Kennedy? [19:07] Any word on my asst.? [19:07] ::raises:: [19:08] He said he couldn't make it tonight. Commander Tal? [19:08] ::nods:: [19:08] I have a few words, but they aren't nice ones ;D [19:08] About when would my log have taken place within this grand scheme of things? [19:08] September 1, 2004. ;) [19:08] LOL [19:08] ::snorts:: [19:08] lol [19:09] ::raises:: [19:09] ::raises:: [19:09] fine, it happened earlier today ;) [19:10] ::nods:: Then we need to talk about it, because your log pretty much signs Tal's death warrant, and I want to make sure that's what you want. [19:10] Mr. Canterbury? [19:10] We should all in uniform at the moment, including Brooks, but excluding Daren? [19:10] Sounds about right. [19:11] Mr. Daren? [19:11] I think it's probably best if we open Coro events this way: It's been about a day since my log. I have announced my intention to finally comply with Reor'sa's civilian authority...and since Maiko left the ship "as soon as we made orbit", he's waiting for people of whatever from Reorsa to come on board and "take" the ship. [19:11] And Tal is on her way back from whatever train wreck she just jumped off of. :) [19:11] ::nods:: OK, that sounds fine, then. Let's make it D- Day minus 77. [19:11] * Maiko_D`rall is now known as LCHL_D`rall [19:12] So, clothes off? =P [19:12] * Zachery_Prentiss is now known as cpcy_Prentiss [19:12] Doesn't alter what's going on with the Alliance military, which is picking its feet back up after having them knocked out from under them. ;) Assignments are going out, and jobs are being offered, just like I said last week. [19:12] No, Spuzzum, keep 'em on. Please. ;) [19:13] An analogy I made last week referenced the Japanese invasion of China in early WW2. In several cases, the Japanese took towns so swiftly that fishing boats went out in the morning, and came back that afternoon to find new flags flying and a new buyer for their catch. [19:13] ::unzips his shirt:: I'm thooo thecksthy... ::suddenly isn't sure whether to shoot himself or laugh:: [19:13] ::zips it back up, realising that he's supposed to be at attn:: [19:14] This isn't quite that efficient, but it's efficient enough. Any other questions? [19:14] ::Raises:: [19:14] Commander D'rall? [19:14] ::gestures at Canterbury:: Permission to throw him in the brig and throw away the pass code? [19:15] Shar> ::looks on hopefully:: [19:15] ::wonder what will happen with those wanting to get back to "home" now...:: [19:15] ::shrugs:: It'd give me something to do. [19:15] Well, he does continue to talk at attention... [19:15] I'll think about it. If there's nothing else? [19:15] Right. Let's sim! :) [19:15] =.\= =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= SIM RESUME =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= =.\= [19:15] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:16] ::sits in a recliner in his common room, reading through one of the manuscripts he bought from the market during Coronado's first visit to Reor, a pot of water sitting on the warmer of the old-fashioned iron wood stove:: [19:16] M> ::groans as she starts to wake up on a biobed in sickbay:: [19:16] =.\ction= Coronado hangs in high orbit over the planet Reor'sa, awaiting representation from the Civilian government. William Daren has called a meeting of all remaining senior staff members to discuss what happens next. [19:16] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:16] M> ::opens her tricorder:: Try not to move, Commander. [19:16] M> ::mutters:: Daren... [19:16] ::at her family home, having had some time to clean the place up and make it presentable:: [19:16] ::on Party Hill, chatting with some of his new marine friends:: [19:17] M> He's fine. Lie still. [19:17] M> ::licks her lips:: Must... see... Daren. [19:17] ::hiking around the lake, having left Ironside's cottage the night before:: [19:17] * Brooks is now known as LTSI_Brooks [19:17] ::stands, leaning against one of the bridges walls:: [19:17] ::stares at the viewscreen, irritated:: [19:17] E> ::monitors a consol that is not doing anything:: [19:17] M> I'll bring the Captain here after you demonstrate the ability to create complete sentences. [19:18] =.\ction= Meanwhile, the bustle around Reor'sa is actually beginning to die down and ships are beginning to leave the Reorsan system, in a nice change of pace from the past several days. Fighters continue to deploy at regular intervals from Fisher's Landing spaceport. [19:18] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:18] ::scribbles a note with a stylus onto the page in- between lines, correcting a translation he made more than a year ago:: [19:18] ::received words from Farley to himself attend to the meeting...though he continu to work on the assigned system, waiting for that meeting. [19:18] :: [19:18] ::sits in a chair somewhere, not really knowing where he's supposed to be at the moment:: [19:18] ::presses a comm on the wall:: +taps+ Senior Staff to the bridge. [19:18] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:18] ::hikes along, lost in thought regarding the revelations a day earlier:: [19:18] M> You need to rest. You had a pretty interesting injury. [19:19] *> ::looks around the house, having finished re-packing - though because of the limited space, she's leaving a lot more behind this time it seems than when she did the first time...:: [19:19] M> ::groans as she hears the summons to the bridge:: Then let me up. Please. ::winces:: [19:19] ::looks idly up at Daren, as he makes his announcmanet:: [19:19] ::just stepping onto the bridge to tell the Commodore of his intentions, grunting as he then nodded at Daren, in full civillian clothing:: [19:19] M> Yeah, that's not gonna happen. [19:19] M> ::smiles weakly:: Just a few minutes, Doctor. It's... quite urgent. [19:19] E> +taps+ Skylooker to Bridge. If that's ok with you, I've been requested to attend the senoir meeting on the behalf of Cmdr Farley. [19:19] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:20] ::looks up at the intercom hearing the Captain's announcement... a beat... then she remembers she's senior now, so she puts her book aside and heads to the bridge:: [19:20] M> You need to rest. I *will* sedate you if you don't demonstrate adequate self-control. [19:20] ::wears his Starfleet uniform, opened a bit in a 'relaxed' posture:: [19:20] +taps+ Just get up here, Mr. Skylooker. [19:20] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:20] ::glances up at the pot as steam begins to rise from the spout, then looks back down and continues reading, making a note here and there:: [19:20] M> I'm going to the bridge now, and I'll tell him you need to see him immediately. If you move, I will not go. [19:20] M> Do we have an understanding? [19:20] * Scotty (~scotty@w229.wp.isp.ca) has left #uss-coronado [19:21] =Description= The Boratis -- with Camelynian assistance -- have begun producing a sort of unofficial uniform for the Alliance military. Midnight blue on top, black on the bottom, it bears a black onyx ellipse on the chest surrounded by nine gold stars and a golden eagle pin on the wrist. Stripes at the wrist apparently denote various governments. The Camelynians have chosen white, the Boratis olive green. [19:21] E> +taps+ Understood. ::order his team to replace him up and work as good as they use to do it... then he left engineering for the bridge:: [19:21] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:21] ::finds a quiet outcropping overlooking the lake, sits near the water's edge and stares out over the water:: [19:21] M> ::glances at the nurse staff around her, one of those glances that says 'you know where the really good tranquilisers are' [19:21] M> ::swallows hard:: Yes. But it is quite urgent. Please. ::stares up at Kennedy with a pleading look in her eyes:: [19:21] E> ::glances at some readings on the consol and goes back to tapping relentlessly:: [19:22] M> I'm going now. [19:22] *> ::pulls out the package that arrived at the house this morning and looks at the uniform, laying it out on the bed:: [19:22] ::leaves sickbay and heads for the turbolift, entering and ordering it to the bridge:: [19:22] ::kinda smiles, leaning against the wall:: [19:22] M> ::grits her teeth as she sinks back down onto the biobed, holding her left shoulder:: [19:22] ::looks to the offers on the bridge, seeing that they are obviously confused:: [19:23] TL> ::enters TL:: Bridge. [19:23] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:23] TL> ::enters TL:: Bridge. [19:23] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:23] ::sets the manuscript aside and rises as the water boils and the kettle begins to whistle, carefully grabbing the handle and carrying it into the kitchen area:: [19:24] ::exits onto the bridge:: Captain, I have a patient who's very insistent on seeing you. [19:24] ::looks to Kennedy:: Commander Tal, I presume? [19:24] ::leans against the back of the bridge, waiting for the Captain to say his peice before telling him what he has to say:: [19:24] ::nods:: She says it's extremely urgent. [19:24] ::closes his eyes and tries to empty his mind for a moment, trying to find a moment of peace from his thoughts:: [19:24] I wouldn't take that with a grain of salt, either. [19:25] TL> ::exits as he has arrive on the bridge...:: [19:25] ::nods:: I wasn't even aware she made in back. I'll be sure to head down to Sickbay when this is over. [19:25] ::exits on the bridge, then looks around:: [19:25] ::pours the water into a mug with a teabag and grabs a spoon, stirring the water as he sets the kettle down on a dishtowel on the counter:: [19:25] This had better be quick. I'm not sure we can effectively sedate her -- without risking damage -- when she's this intent. [19:26] M> ::closes her eyes and tries to meditate on the events that managed to bring her to this point:: [19:26] ::stands up and walks into the bedroom and looks at his new uniform curiously:: [19:26] E> ::looks over his readings once more:: [19:26] *> ::changes into the new uniform, pulling a bit at the cuffs, fastens the pins at her wrists, and then looks at herself in the mirror:: [19:27] ::looks at the faces to see who is present and who is not:: I think I'll begin. I know the past few days have been pretty...strange. Everything since President Rommety's speech has been quite choatic. And I realize the things I've said to all of you regarding his comments. [19:27] Reor'sa> ::emerges from the treeline, headed for Ironside's cabin, in civilian clothing with a satchel over one shoulder:: [19:27] ::they're talking about their new assignments and such. . .all but a few of them have recieved orders:: [19:28] ::nods and listen carefully, taking notes for Farley mostly..:: [19:28] ::sits back down in the chair and takes a sip of the tea, placing it on the small table beside the recliner:: [19:28] ::opes his eyes, sighs and gets to his feet, taking one last long look out over the water, begins making his way back towards Ironside's cottage:: [19:28] I have had an awakening, I suppose. I have only moments ago announced to the Reor'sans my intention to fully comply with the request of their Presdient. [19:28] <> [19:29] ::blinks twice:: [19:29] ::looks surprised:: [19:30] ::picks the manuscript back up and begins reading again, occasionally taking a sip from his mug:: [19:30] ::smirked at the Commodore, having already made up his own mind along the same lines:: [19:30] ::picks up the uniform and hangs it in the closet, then walks to his console and taps a few buttons, calling Maiko's house:: [19:30] The Reorsans are not our enemy, and by denying to comply with their request...that's basically what we make them into. It was never my intention to do so. I will not lead this ship and this crew down such a difficult road. [19:30] *> ::turns from side to side:: Well, at least it's not a steel bikini... or latex. ::chuckles to herself as she heads over to the comm and picks up:: Hello? [19:30] Reor'sa> ::edges laterally down the hillside before dropping onto the path leading in:: [19:31] ::looks at Daren, wondering somewhere again whether she'll see her kids again:: [19:31] It was an immature reflex on my part to think I could seriously afford not to comply. ::looks at the faces again:: [19:31] ::shakes his head, frowning:: I don't want to be their enemies, but if they're essentially denying us the ability to protect our own lives against the Xur, they're a major threat. [19:31] ::hikes along at a brisjk pace, trying to keep his thoughts to returning to recent events:: [19:31] ::shrugs, and nods in agreement at Daren's last line:: [19:32] ::has he takes note, he wonder how this will affect their return home...:: [19:32] ::smiles:: Hi Maiko. I was just wondering what you're doing. [19:32] This does not mean I give up the fight for opening a gateway to the Milky Way. I still intend to go home, see friends and family that I have missed for so long. This is, in my mind, the easiest way to get this accomplished. [19:32] *> ::chuckles and steps back a bit so Zach can see her in the new uniform:: Just trying on the latest in Reor fashion. [19:32] ::pauses, allowing anyone else who wishes to speak to do so:: Reactions? [19:32] ::nods to him, a little reasure:: [19:32] Reor'sa> ::finds the front door and approaches, ducking under the awning, then knocks:: [19:33] ::hears the soft beep of the perimeter sensors as they bleat once, indicating someone's approach, and assumes it's Bentall returning from his hike until he hears the knock, then grabs his mug and rises, heading for the door:: [19:33] M> ::rolls her head to one side and smiles at one of the nurses, who smiles back blandly, waving a hypo in Tal's direction:: [19:34] E> ::locks his consol out and walks around the main bay:: [19:34] *> ::looks her over carefully and grins:: You look good. Of course I'd think you look good in a paper bag though, so that doesn't really say much for the uniform. [19:34] ::looks around at the silent voices:: I don't understand why I'm the only one who thinks this is a bad idea. [19:34] *> ::smirks:: Keep complimenting me like that and you'll get *in* the uniform. ::Maiko grin:: So what have you been up to? [19:35] Trust me Lieutenant...I've seen it from both sides in the past few days. [19:35] ::opens the door and raises his eyebrows marginally:: Tebrun. ::steps back from the door:: Come in. I just boiled some water, would you like some tea? [19:35] I was about to come and tell you Sir that I had come the the same decision. [19:35] I'm not sure you are, Lieutenant. [19:35] Reor'sa> Good morning, Jeremy, and thank you. Love some. ::steps inside, looking around:: Never pegged you as the woodsy type. [19:36] ::watches all this going on rather uncomfortably, not exactly used to being in a staff meeting like this:: [19:36] *> ::chuckles:: Just relaxing a bit and wondering if maybe you'd like some company? I'll put my uniform on and we can compare? [19:36] If I refuse, Coro takes the path of not having a single friend in this galaxy. How are we to get anything accomplished that way? Last year alone, we needed seventeen stop-overs for supplies or repairs alone. Those will virtually all disappear. [19:37] ::heads through the common room and into the kitchen to grab another teabag and mug, pouring another cup:: It's not so much the woods as the solitude, I think. ::returns with the mug and hands it to the former Admiral:: And it's less surprising than what I believe I had in the alternate universe. ::smirks:: I could be farming corn at the moment if that were the case. [19:37] Either way, what's done is done. I expect representation from the Civilian Govenment within the hour. They will take possesion of the ship. I suggest you all begin packing your things. [19:37] *> ::nods:: Sure. Just give me a minute arrange to have my belongings picked up for transfer. 10 minutes? [19:37] ::turns and walks off the bridge:: [19:37] Reor'sa> ::closes the door behind him and accepts the mug:: Thank you. And I envy you a little. I have only very vague memories of that universe. [19:38] Those of you who wish to seek reassignment in the Reorsan Military, of which this ship will become a part of, can announce your intention to their envoy in person or over networked communication. [19:38] ::passes his campsite from the night before and continues onward:: [19:38] Reor'sa> ::sets his satchel down next to one of the chairs:: [19:38] ::gets into the turbolift with Kennedy:: [19:39] M> ::winces and rolls back over, staring at the hideously neutral color of the sickbay ceiling:: [19:39] *> Sounds good. I still have to get dressed you know. See you soon! ::closes the channel and moves back to the bedroom:: [19:39] ::grunts slightly at the mention of the reorsan military, remember that fool Rommety:: [19:39] Oh, I as well, but I made it a point to record as much as I recalled shortly afterward. Not entirely sure why. ::sits, inviting Tebrun to as well as he crosses his legs and takes another sip from his own cup, assuming the former Admiral would get to the point of his visit when he felt appropriate:: [19:39] ::blinkblinks as it seems everyone leaves:: Is it just me... or did we all just become unemployed? [19:39] ::look at Daren:: As long as I'd be reasign to one ship doing what they can to open that rift, the rest I do not much care about it... sir. [19:39] TL> Sickbay. [19:39] ::glares around the bridge, waiting until the turbolift doors close, before smacking his fist hard into the side of his console:: Bloody f---ing 'ell. [19:40] * Peter (peter@c-24-21-216-193.client.comcast.net) has left #uss- coronado [19:40] *> ::smiles as she makes the call to the appropriate people to arrange for her belongings to be brought down to the spaceport until the Phoenix is ready:: [19:40] TL> ::looks to Kennedy:: What is Tal's condition? [19:40] Reor'sa> ::sits, still looking about:: I didn't even have enough memories to really write down anything of significance. I know I was a civilian. That much seems to have come to pass. ::takes a sip:: [19:40] TL> ::leans against the wall of the turbolift:: She regained consciousness and asked to see you. [19:40] TL> Repeatedly. [19:41] ::pauses for a moment to check the rapidly reddening area on the side of his hand as he growls and storms over to the second turbolift:: [19:41] TL> ::nods:: Alright. [19:41] TL> ::calls out for his quarters to finish up the last of his packing, not having a lot of things around to begin with..:: [19:41] Civilian contractor, no doubt, making profits off the new government. ::smirks behind his cup:: [19:42] ::looks over at Canterbury:: What, it's not like the universe just ended... [19:42] ::removes his robe and gets dressed, carefully pulling on his new uniform and straightening it:: [19:42] ::decide to stay a while on the bridge, as he haven't camed here in a long time...:: [19:42] Reor'sa> No doubt. Though it would be very hard to go back to that life now, after everything we've been through. [19:42] *> ::moves out of the turbolift onto the deck, making his way down, thinking about whats in store for him.. hoping it isnt some kind of a desk job:: [19:42] TL> ::steps out of the turbolift onto Deck 6:: I just hope she hasn't gone and done something...stupid. [19:42] ::exits TL and walks to sickbay doors:: [19:43] ::glances back as he enters the TL, fuming:: Didn't it? ::turns to the microphone's panel:: CTO's quarters. [19:43] *> ::closes the call and heads downstairs, out of the house, and towards Zach's place:: [19:43] Reor'sa> You've received a job offer by now. ::doesn't phrase it as a question:: Have you decided what you're going to do? [19:43] *> ::slips his boots on and ties them:: [19:43] M> ::enters Sickbay:: [19:44] =Description= When you first see her, you realize that Tal looks terrible. She has clearly taken a phaser blast to the shoulder, and her face is covered with minor cuts and major bruises. The tip of one ear appears to have been nearly torn away. If one could see her torso, it too would be covered in bruises. She very likely has several cracked ribs as well. [19:44] M> ::follows behind the captain, cutting right after they enter and going into her office to begin packing up her things:: [19:45] ::pauses for a moment, staring at the floor before looking back up:: Almost. Part of me figures that this new alliance will be able to model its integrated forces on that which came before, part of me disputes that. [19:45] M> ::finds Tal on a biobed:: Commander Tal, welcome back...and ::pauses at the form of the beaten Romulan:: What the hell is this? [19:45] M> William... ::smiles tiredly as she looks up at the man she once called "captain":: ...I believe I might have gone and done something... stupid. [19:45] Reor'sa> ::nods, thoughtful:: You realize it's more likely to happen if you go back, of course. [19:45] *> ::turns at the corner and stops in front of a modest two-story building where she was able to find a temporary room for Zach:: [19:45] ::keeps walking:: [19:45] M> I'm going to need a bit more information than that. [19:46] Q> ::picks up his Knighthood sword and his wall mount for it, placing it into a box and looking around for anything else that he might have missed:: [19:46] Reor'sa> Who would get the job, if not you? How would they run things? [19:46] Reor'sa> ::steps up onto the deck of the cottage and knocks on the door, with his free hand, the other carrying about ten PADDs tucked under the arm:: [19:46] *> ::straightens up and walks to the mirror, looks at his reflection, and makes another adjustment, then nods, satisfied:: [19:46] ::nods:: Jonte, if he returns. I trust him, but he hasn't seen anything as large as this. [19:46] 4> ::barely fights the urge to give a firm shove to someone who spends half a second too long in his way as he steps into his quarters:: [19:46] ::decide now to return to engineering, as there's not much to do on the bridge currently...:: [19:47] M> ::eases herself into a more comfortable position:: I met with Admiral Wallace recently, as you know. However, it did not go well, and I was forced to kill him in self-defence. ::glances at the floor, a slight sadness passing over her features:: [19:47] *> ::walks up the steps and knocks on Zach's door:: [19:47] But then I admit to myself that with the knowledge I've gained from Xanadu, from Gregg, that if we are to stop the end of the universe, I am certainly not meant to do it from a cottage in the woods. ::hears the knock:: Excuse me a moment. [19:47] M> ::motions silently to her medical staff, who all gather in her office:: We've been given over. Within the hour representatives will be here. We will be required to resign. Please inform the rest of the staff. Once all patients are stabilized, I'm giving you leave to pack your belongings. [19:47] Reor'sa> ::nods, turning his attention back to his mug, thoughtful:: [19:47] ::opens the door and nods at Drexler:: Welcome back Sieven. Come in. [19:47] M> ::goes white:: You...killed...him? [19:48] ::clears the woods in site of the cottage and heads for it:: [19:48] Reor'sa> ::looks over his shoulder and over the back of the chair:: Good morning, Sieven. I would have thought you'd have been packed off to orbit by now. [19:48] *> ::hears the knock and walks to the door, pulls it open, and grins widely before grabbing her and pulling her into a kiss:: [19:48] TL> ::enter the TL as it moves toward main engineering..:: [19:48] Reor'sa> ::looks back down the path for a moment, then turns and nods to Jeremy and steps in:: While I've been extremely diligent in my discretion coming and going from this place, I believe they are on to you. [19:48] ::re-enters the common room and heads back for his chair:: I don't see any hard paths through the strife on the shores of a Reorsan lake ::quietly, smirking to himself:: [19:48] ::stands shiftlessly around the science station, waiting for the Reorsan representative to arrive:: [19:48] M> ::sighs:: He - he wanted me to "remove" you and Tebrun, felt that you two threatened Federation interests with your resignations. ::glances at him:: And he knew about those almost as soon as they happened. ::swallows hard and continues:: When I refused to do as he ordered, he attacked me, tried to kill me. I had... little choice but to respond with equally deadly force. [19:49] ::picks up his bag and gets ahld of his trunk, picking them up before looking aorund his quarters again and taking off, moving out of the room and down the corridor, moving back to the turbolift:: [19:49] ::waves his hand slightly, indicating Drexler shouldn't worry about it, as it's likely about time for a decision to be made, regardless:: [19:49] ::grabs the nearest object -- a blank PADD -- and whips it across the room. The next object to find its way into his hand is a holophoto, which ordinarily graces the top of his dresser. He stops, visibly softening, then puts the holophoto back into its place and walks over to the mangled PADD regretfully:: [19:49] Reor'sa> ::smirks, turning back to face forward in his chair, but calling over his shoulder:: Don't look at me. I just asked Savant. She knows everything. [19:49] < that.>> [19:49] *> ::swept off her feet, totally surprised:: [19:49] Reor'sa> ::stops and nods to Kor, offering a very brief, maybe sad smile:: Tebrun. I'm packed. Took about ten minutes. ::steps further into the room:: [19:50] At least she hasn't alerted the press. ::mutters and finishes his cup of tea:: [19:50] Reor'sa> You've accepted the job, then? Good. And congratulations, of course. [19:50] * Sonya (~jirc@adsl-68-77-193-14.dsl.milwwi.ameritech.net) has joined #uss-coronado [19:50] Reor'sa> Your bio-signs are rather distinctive, Gene-- Jeremy. [19:51] * CoroLCARS sets mode: +v Sonya [19:51] M> I don't even want to know how Wallace knew about my resignation. Until four minutes ago, my intention was only present in my personal log. But...::looks to Tal::...please tell me I don't have to bring the ship to some kind of Combat Alert on the same day I prepare to hand it over to Reor'sa. Where is Wallace's...posse now? [19:51] ::nears the cottage and heads to the front door, knocking quickly and entering having been a guest for the past few days, pausing as he sees who's inside:: What's this Jeremy a reunion? ::grins at LoraKor and Drexler:: [19:51] *> ::pulls back and smiles:: Hi there. Come on in... ::steps back to let her enter:: [19:51] *> ::puts her arms around Zach, fairly melting into the kiss before he steps back to allow her to enter:: [19:51] ::hmphs and returns his cup to the kitchen, placing it in the sink:: A fateful one, perhaps, Jarod. [19:51] Reor'sa> ::again looks over the back of the chair, again not getting up:: Good morning, Jarod. Join the party. [19:51] Reor'sa> ::nods to Bentall, then sets the PADDs down on the endtable and takes an available seat:: [19:52] TR> Churchill down I suppose ::as he enters into the room, nodding at the chief on duty:: Reunion Square.. [19:52] ::sits down:: Excuse my appearance. Decided to camp out in the woods last night. Haven't had time for a shower yet. ::sits:: [19:52] *> ::blushing:: Now that is what ah call a "Hello kiss." [19:52] M> Most of his agents have dispersed to carry out their assignments. We can alert the crews of those ships. I have the names. ::swallows hard:: I'll need to speak with Captain Wallace on Pegasus, however. She needs to know why her brother is dead, and she needs to be able to call off the "hounds" so to speak. [19:53] Reor'sa> ::gives Bentall an affectionate, amused look:: I've seen you looking worse. April of three years ago, for instance. [19:53] * Sonya is now known as Zunite_Oswald [19:53] *> ::touches her cheek and stares into her eyes:: I'm glad you liked it. So, what do you think? ::motions to his uniform:: [19:53] ::shoots a questioning look back at LoraKor:: Refresh my memory? [19:53] M> ::nods:: And the Reorsans will need to be informed as well. This could get ugly, if left unattented to. [19:54] M> Indeed. [19:54] TR> ::dematiralizes from the Coronado and down onto the planet:: [19:54] Q>::finishes packing her things and heads for the transporter room:: [19:54] Q> ::picks up the ruined PADD -- a small sliver of the crystal giving him a tiny but bothersome cut on the tip of his index finger -- and dumps it into the basket for waste reclamation:: ...God damn. [19:54] ::smirks slightly:: You were somewhat dead, Jarod. [19:55] *> ::wolfish grin:: Welll, I'd rather see you out of it... but it looks daymn good on you, so I suppose that'll have to do. [19:55] ::frowns:: Oh.. That. ::goes silent wondering if he should tell them what he's found out:: [19:55] M> ::sighs as she sinks back in her bed:: I assume that in resigning you intend to comply with the Reor'san request to hand Coronado over. [19:55] M> ::puts a comforting hand on Tal's "good" shoulder:: Good to have to you back. Reorsan representatives will be here soon. I'll make sure you are trasnferred to a medical facility on the planet, but you'll have to lose your attachment to your Starfleet commission. [19:56] ::leans on the edge of the wall where the common room meets the kitchen, drying his hands with a dishtowel, and clears his throat:: So, you're the new one here, Tebrun. ::nods to the other two:: I'm aware of their reasons for being here. I can only guess at yours. ::pauses slightly:: I don't think you'd be here if you were accepting a job offer with the new military. [19:56] I believe I lost that attachment when I pulled the trigger on Admiral Wallace this morning, sir. [19:56] Reor'sa> ::grunts as he looks around at the surroundings, remembering the last time he was here he was fighting through a horde of Hunter's and Hounds... A fantastic battle:: (m) whoreborn politicians... ::trudges off towards a monorail station nearby:: [19:56] M> ::gives a single bitter laugh at the thought of transferring Tal to a Reorsan medical facility:: [19:56] *> ::smirks and leans close:: (q) We could have a contest to see how long it takes to get out of these new uniforms. Never know when it might come in handy. [19:57] Reor'sa> ::takes another sip of his tea, turning pensive:: Perceptive as ever, General. You're right. I turned them down. [19:57] M> ::reaches over and takes off her Starfleet commbadge, handing it to Daren:: [19:57] TR>::gives the attendent directions to put her down close to the University:: [19:57] E> ::back in engineering with some looks in his eyes... taking back his post and waiting...:: [19:57] ::plucks the dermal regenerator out of the tiny emergency kit he keeps next to his bed and seals over the tiny wound, plucking the duffel from under the bed, unzipping it, and then staring at the open bag for a moment:: [19:57] M> Would you forward my request to be instated in their own military? [19:57] ::nods, accepting it:: Rest up Velorna. I need to go prepare a few things. [19:57] * CRXO_Tal is now known as vel [19:58] * vel is now known as Velorna [19:58] Reor'sa> Though not for the reason you might be thinking. I've had another doctor's appointment. [19:58] * Velorna is now known as Velorna_Tal [19:58] ::looks at then sharply:: Did you all receive offers? I haven't yet. [19:58] ::nods slowly, wondering how the former Admiral perceived his 'quote' from Gregg in coming to that decision, then arches an eyebrow at his response:: [19:58] M> I will. ::looks to Kennedy:: Doctor...ready Ms. Tal for transfer in the coming hours. [19:58] Reor'sa> ::glances at Bentall:: Probably because you've been out here. They're trying to deliver them in person where they can. That's how I got mine. From Brian Aldur himself. The look on his face when I turned him down is one I'll treasure. [19:59] Reor'sa> In the brief few weeks left to me. [19:59] Reor'sa> ::simply lowers his head a bit, running a finger along the edge of the PADD idly:: [19:59] M> ::nods silently, lips tight:: [19:59] *> ::arches eyebrows, serious face:: Indeed. ::can't help herself, starts laughing:: [19:59] ::stops drying his hands:: [19:59] ::smiles and nods and waits for the Admiral to continue:: [19:59] Reor'sa> ::sets down his mug, being overly careful not to spill it:: I've been diagnosed with Jau Maret Syndrome. It's a Trill ailment specific to those joined Trill who have lost or will lose the host- symbiont connection. [19:59] Reor'sa> It's terminal. [20:00] M> ::closes her eyes and starts to drift:: [20:00] Reor'sa>::rematerializes in the courtyard of the university and takes a moment to get her bearings:: [20:00] *> ::laughs as well and kisses her again, slipping his arms around her and pulling her close:: [20:00] Reor'sa> For the host, at least. [20:00] *> ::sighs:: I really wish my father were here to meet you. [20:01] ::frowns having expecting the worst:: How long? ::rather bluntly:: [20:01] Reor'sa>::heads for her boss' office:: [20:02] M> ::enters the corridor:: [20:02] Reor'sa> Weeks. A few months, at most. I'm still in contact with the symbiont, but it's tenuous. The old Tebrun is coming out more and more. [20:02] Reor'sa> ::remembers some of the things he saw here after the funeral for Ungate, the rooting out the Pfhor troops that landed. Another glorious battle, stepping onto the correct monorail just as its about to close, shoving his way past the civillians probably more roughly than he should have:: [20:02] ::tosses the dishtowel onto the counter and slowly makes his way back into the common room, retaking his seat:: ...have there been any Trill to come through Gateway that are suitable for a new connection? [20:02] Q> ::breathes in slowly:: +taps+ This is Lt. Canterbury to all security personnel. As much as I hate to say it, U.S.S. Coronado is now under civilian control. All personnel are required to check in their weapons. Getting a head start on packing your things is also a good idea. There will be no debates about this. [20:02] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [20:02] ::nods and decides to hold off discussing his issues for another time:: [20:02] M> ::murmers:: Doctor... [20:03] *> ::grows serious:: I know. I hope he returns soon. I'd like to meet him too. [20:03] M> ::approaches the biobed:: I'm here. [20:03] M> Can you do something about the pain in my shoulder? [20:04] Q> +taps+ Don't forget one thing; no matter what anyone says, you're still Starfleet officers. You do what no one else does -- you save the universe. Pretty big job, if you ask me. So, take off your uniform, but keep it close by. You'll be wearing it again soon. [20:04] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [20:04] Reor'sa> ::nods at Ironside:: Several, yes. [20:05] Reor'sa> ::carefully picks his mug back up:: Knowing Kor, he'll choose another pilot. [20:05] E> ::though he couldn't effectively inform the entire engineering departement about the situation as it is Farley's to do... he did told his crewman to wich he was in charge of about what was going on:: [20:05] M> well, yes. That's why you have the small contact-pad on the palm of your hand. if you're feeling pain, you touch that and it'll distribute another dose of painkillers. [20:05] ::rubs his chin for a moment, wondering what sort of impact this would have on the coming, most important, months:: [20:06] Reor'sa> As a result, I won't be going back to Coronado. As a matter of fact, tomorrow, I'm on my way to Penthia. There's still some good I can do... there... before the end. [20:06] M> ::nods and touches the pad:: Aaaaaah. [20:06] *> ::snuggles into him:: Could have surprised him by announcing a wedding. [20:06] ::nods, having just about to ask what he planned on doing:: [20:07] 7H> ::enters Seventh Heaven sometime later:: [20:07] Admiral...::frowns at himself for using that:: Your knowledge and familiarity with Xanadu will be crucial in the coming months. To go and work for Kishrack would seem to be...self defeating. [20:07] Q> +taps+ Since we're technically civilians for the time being, feel free to forego any protocol and talk to me personally if you're dissatisfied about this. I know I am. That's about all I have to say. Canterbury out. [20:07] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [20:08] Reor'sa> Who said I was going to work for Kishrak? [20:08] Q> ::glances down at the open duffel bag again:: [20:08] *> ::looks at her, slightly taken aback:: A wedding? Who's getting married? ::has a mischievious glint in his eyes, showing he's teasing:: [20:08] we're going to do another treatment with the deep tissue dermal regenerator in a few minutes, that'll be the last one. Medical facilities on Reorsa don't have them. Just so you know. [20:08] *> ::chuckles:: We are, if you'd just ask. ::grin:: [20:08] M> ::snorts:: How primative. [20:08] ::chuckles:: You know what happens when you assume Jeremy. ::tries to stay light:: [20:09] Reor'sa> And not to belabor the point, you can live in No Man's Land. [20:09] Reor'sa> If anything, that bandit would be going to work for me. But no, those are not my plans. [20:09] Reor'sa> ::turns to Drexler and nods:: I considered that, but that is a prison far worse than to live in the Fourth Chamber. Trell zha. It is the human word for my race. Do you know what it means? [20:09] M> ::shrugs:: I can't make that judgment, ma'am. [20:10] *> ::kisses her lightly and then lets her go, turns, and heads for the bedroom, where he starts rumaging through a drawer, obviously looking for something:: [20:10] Reor'sa> ::thinks and tries to tap into Dosim's memories:: [20:10] *> ::puzzled look:: [20:11] Reor'sa> ::steps off the monorail and moves down the the street lightly, looking around as he gets a few stares but nothing out of the ordinary... coming to a stop at the Chandler Hotel before moving inside and into the lobby:: [20:11] E> ::sits down in a chair:: [20:11] Reor'sa> ::tilts his head to the side, apparently having remembered:: "To change." [20:11] M> You're a doctor, and you don't stand in judgement of other doctors? ::smiles as she closes her eyes:: First time for everything, I guess. [20:12] Reor'sa> ::nods:: Just so. To change. Change is at the heart of a Trill's life. To live without change would be to deny my very being. Living in Xanadu has been bad enough. I won't cheat fate and destroy myself and the Kor symbiont by stretching what should be a few weeks into an eternity. [20:12] *> ::finds what he's looking for and slips it in his pocket quickly, then returns to Maiko and takes her hand, then pulls her out the door:: Come on! We need to do this right if we're going to... [20:12] E> ::looks around after telling his crew mates about it...seeing some people and other... though he tried more to focus on taking a full picture of main engineering, before it goes out of reach...:: [20:12] Reor'sa> A host's first duty is to the symbiont. I have had my time, and it has been good and fine. I can make one more contribution before my time ends. I will do so. [20:12] Reor'sa> ::moves up to the hotel and requests a room, looking around to see if the hotel is full or not:: [20:12] M> ::with perhaps more than a touch of bitterness:: I'm a former Starfleet officer, which means I'm not supposed to judge other members of my newly acquired citizenship. [20:12] *> ::gets yanked along:: Where are we going? ::smiling:: [20:12]