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"I'll do my best! The Cardassians won't have their way with me!"
Mission No.1
Greteria
Former Army Starbase
Greteria
Former Army Starbase
"USS Enterprise! Do a barrel roll!"
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To Boldly Go... (a Starfleet quest)
- Thread starter OneirosTheWriter
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"I'll do my best! The Cardassians won't have their way with me!"
Yay, nice to see the return of the Captain's Logs!
Sometimes even a low Science score can pass events.
Well, I'm glad the mission succeeded this time.
Goddamn it, Thirishar, you're in danger of becoming a joke. Was this a Reliability failure? It feels like a reliability failure.
Well, I'm not too surprised that the Enterprise and its godlike Presence managed to succeed on a diplomatic mission. That's why we send it on these things. Anyway, let's see if they can duplicate the miracle with the Yrillians. Good thing we opened up those communications channels with the Yrillians earlier this year.
Sometimes even a low Science score can pass events.
Well, I'm glad the mission succeeded this time.
Goddamn it, Thirishar, you're in danger of becoming a joke. Was this a Reliability failure? It feels like a reliability failure.
Well, I'm not too surprised that the Enterprise and its godlike Presence managed to succeed on a diplomatic mission. That's why we send it on these things. Anyway, let's see if they can duplicate the miracle with the Yrillians. Good thing we opened up those communications channels with the Yrillians earlier this year.
- Location
- Mid-Atlantic
They can always go back and get the engineer.
Though I will note that Enterprise's Nash-era engineer, Commander Bazeck, has been promoted and now works for Commodore Leslie in Warp Core Fabrication. They've got a new person actually handling engineering work aboard the Enterprise.
Indeeds.
Thirishar appears to have been randomly damaged by sheer chance, which is a good illustration of why we want to keep multiple ships on station in a given sector. I've kind of lost track of our defense deployment plans, or I'd try to come up with a backup plan before @Briefvoice shows up... Aaaand Briefvoice shows up!
- Location
- Mid-Atlantic
Hm. So if Thirishar is going to be out of service for a quarter or more, we should at least try to get a Defense 3 ship down there to fill the gap temporarily. I'm not sure what the current state of fleet deployments is.
Nervos Belli
Don't think this means you've won!
- Location
- Murica
We don't have a result stating it'll be out of commission, so I'm thinking this is a case of toss out the dead circuits and patch some new ones in, not requiring heavy overhaul. The fact that they are towing her to a Starbase for repairs would indicate relatively minor damage.
aeqnai
Nerdy Homu
- Location
- Laniakea Supercluster
- Pronouns
- She/Her
So the Svai flew all the way from the RBZ to the KBZ to rescue the Thirishar?
We should build that Betazoid starbase. We intended to reduce Sol's garrison requirement with the Vega starbase but it was transferred to the SBZ.
aeqnai
Nerdy Homu
- Location
- Laniakea Supercluster
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Either that or we reassigned her to the KBZ sometime recently and it was never recorded on the frontpage, basically.
According to the latest deployment plan, no. She took a brief trip to the Rigel sector, but has returned at the time of this log.
- Location
- USA
2nd starbases in a sector cost more (27 pp) and we still need a KBZ starbase (25 pp). If Indoria joins before the Snakpit and Apiata after we might get the Indoria base at 15pp. Also parts of the RBZ and KBZ border each other and Caldonia is only about half a square away from Solitude in the RBZ
- Location
- Australia
Or I accidentally listed Svai instead of Intrepid. One or the other.
- Location
- USA
RBZ and KBZ are close enough it would still work though. Caldonian space is very close to the RBZ/KBZ border so it still makes sense.
- Location
- Mid-Atlantic
We could borrow Stalwart or Bull from Tellar assuming that's up to date. I'd rather not pull an anti-Syndicate ship if we don't have to, especially not one with significant prior experience on the job.
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EDIT: Actually... it turns out that Kearsarge is still in drydock for repairs and will be for the end of this year, so pulling them isn't even an option.
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EDIT: Actually... it turns out that Kearsarge is still in drydock for repairs and will be for the end of this year, so pulling them isn't even an option.
The two zones are right next to each other; it's entirely possible that the Svai in the RBZ was better placed than any KBZ ship to respond.
The Svai is indeed assigned to the RBZ, but after all the two zones border each other. It's not surprising it might pop over to help out if it was near the Klingon end of the RBZ, and the Thirishar was near the Romulan end of the KBZ.
@Simon_Jester I think you're just borrowing trouble. I see no need to worry about redeploying to cover. Presumably the Thirishar will get its coils re-polarized and be back on duty soon enough. If we needed to move ships around to cover, we would have been asked to do so.
@Simon_Jester I think you're just borrowing trouble. I see no need to worry about redeploying to cover. Presumably the Thirishar will get its coils re-polarized and be back on duty soon enough. If we needed to move ships around to cover, we would have been asked to do so.
Eh, considering the travel times involved I doubt reassigning a ship will actually make much of a difference since it will most likely spending most its time travelling from its previous location to its new station.
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ClawClawBite
Mad Engineering!
- Location
- Seattle, WA
Yes, they have the human who introduced the Gaini to 1980s Earth films as chief engineer.
I have successfully pulled an O'Brian and gotten a nameless engineering crewman from the background into an opening credits position.
- Location
- Mid-Atlantic
Leslie:
"...Did you just give the Gaeni the idea that time travel is cool and fun?"
[Twitches horribly]
"...Did you just give the Gaeni the idea that time travel is cool and fun?"
[Twitches horribly]
- Location
- USA
It was changed to USS Intrepid but :
we have arrived in the Kotok system, near Caldonian space
Caldonia is about half a square from the southern edge of the RBZ which is why we thought it would be possible. Ship was changed though.
It is definitely on the list long term, but I think it's going to be another 4 or 5 years. Higher priority would be a Starbase at Indoria, one in the Gabriel Expanse, and one in the Klingon Border Zone. That last one especially, the Thirishnar would have had a much easier time getting its repairs if it didn't have to go all the way to another sector for a functioning Starbase.
Omake - Maryam Ajam Comes Home - AKuz
AKuz
Been Better
- Location
- A Rising Tide of Horrors
- Pronouns
- She/Her
A/N said:
Maryam Ajam Comes Home
CDF Kadek-Tor
Maryam Ajam cries.
She hasn't cried in months. Hasn't allowed herself to feel anything but a combination of determination and dull aching hope for month after month.
For nearly a year Maryam has bottled up every emotion that could betray her. Every emotion that could cause her to lock up or give into despair.
She ignores the awkward shuffling of Federation officers and Cardassian soldiers. She ignores the constant aching pain that is her life, the endless nagging agony from the back of her head that something is wrong with her arms. She heaves in near silence as her body and mind are wracked with the end of her exile.
Relief, joy, regret, and so many other emotions war for prominence. But right now all Maryam Ajam, former commanding officer of the USS Courageous, can do is cry.
Nash Ka'Sharren, her old captain and dear friend, pulls back for a moment, "I…" she sobs, at a loss for words, "Maryam. How?" She shakes her head, searching for anything to say, nothing seeming at all appropriate. Nothing can address the sheer meaning of this reunion. "No. We can talk about that later. How are you?"
Maryam Ajam thinks for a long moment. "I'm fine." She rasps, smiling for the first time in a year, she sinks into welcome darkness as all the standing wave of pain built up over the past year finally breaks upon her.
The Human woman wakes up some indeterminate time later in mild panic with a green face leaning over her.
Her dreams have been filled with green faces leaning over her. Cruel faces without pity, remorse, or kindness.
The animal part of Maryam's brain tries to put distance between herself and the green face, propering herself up on an unfeeling arm, before the conscious part of herself catches up.
"Hey… Hey Mary," says Doctor Asurva gently as she pats Maryam's shoulder, something hissing gently, as she smiles down at her patient, tears in the corners of her eyes. "I...I'm so happy that you're alive."
This is a friend. A good friend. Someone that she's known for years. A woman with more compassion in her than any ten other people Maryam knows.
"Me too," Maryam says, her hand relaxing and releasing a fistful of beige sickbay sheet. She stops suddenly. Her voice still rasps, but the constant pain of speech has… not exactly gone away. But it is a distant cousin of what it once was.
"I don't want to disparage the doctor that kept you alive, or Doctor Maret." The Orion woman smiles sympathetically. "But I had to undo a lot of their work on your nervous system." The Doctor pats the biobed absently as she runs over a list in her head, "I limited myself to the important non-cosmetic work for now. No need to overburden you."
"Thanks Pri. How are you? How's D?" Maryam says, sinking back into the biobed padding, enjoying the casual luxury of its softness.
"He's fine. I'm fine. We're engaged now." The Orion doctor says, turning around to pick up a medical tricorder. "How- ah, ah" She pauses, back turned, biting back a sob, "How are you feeling Mary?"
Ajam studies the familiar metal of a Starfleet deck as she stares unfocusedly at the sickbay ceiling. "I've been better," she croaks. "Talking hurts less"
"I flushed whatever that Cardassian doctor was giving you out of your system." Doctor Asurva enters Maryam's vision again to run her medical scanner over her friend's semi-lifeless form, "She gave me the formula…" she smiles and shrugs, "She tried her best, your nerves were severed cleanly, no worry about progressive nerve damage. I doubt that I could have done a better job with a Cardassian in-" she stops herself and purses her lips, "I'm just happy that you're here. We'll be handing you off to Hope soon." Asurva smiles, "I'll be handing you off to whoever is overseeing your long term recovery." Her smile hollows slightly as pain and compassion fill her eyes, "Everything will be fine."
"Thank you, Pri," Ajam shuffles slightly on the biobed, "How's E?"
The Doctor smiles, "Enterprise? She's doing great! Bazeck's in top form keeping a good handle on engineering and the officers and crew have never worked together better." She ticks off her fingers, "Stol is just as stoic as ever, Jen - Lieutenant Commander Zhang - seems to have really finally gotten fully into her role, Leaniss is doing a great job as First Officer -" Ajam's eyes widen and Asurva quickly presses on, "Sam's got her own command, Lightning, a new Centaur."
Maryam looks away for a good long moment; watching the line on a biobed bounce in a rhythmic test pattern, feeling her constant aches return, before letting a breath out, "...and… Raelin?" she turns back, eyes moist.
Asurva sucks in a breath with a vaguely sheepish look "Well… about that… You're technically married. Aaaaaand you're a mother. She's a girl, congratulations!"
The Orion doctor watches Maryam's vitals carefully as the Human woman's eyes fly open and her jaw works itself painfully, "I'mmmm Sorry? What?"
Asurva shuffles awkwardly "I'll start with Ayishah." Maryam smiles slightly as she imagines her mother talking with Raelin about family traditions and insisting that he uses her grandmother's name. "Do you remember-"
"Starfleet Medical?" Maryam makes a small quick nod. "Yes."
"Well.... Raelin decided to go ahead with… your, uhm, daughter." She smiles. "He asked for opinions on the matter." She pauses for a moment. ""Take one of the greatest adventures that a living being can have. For her sake." Nash said that."
Maryam nods gently. "Huh," she says.
Asurva rests a hand on Maryam's shoulder, "She's a lovely child, you've only missed a couple months of her life. Your parents moved out to Leas Akaam to help him raise Ayishah."
Maryam smiles and chuckles gravelly at the thought of her stodgy, traditional, homebody parents picking up and moving halfway across the quadrant.
"As for the marriage thing…" Asurva shrugs her shoulders in amusement. "It's an Amarki thing. They've a tradition that a betrothed who dies in battle is considered married for all legal purposes. I think you might have picked up a posthumous Knighthood somewhere too?" She giggles slightly.
Maryam giggles slightly too; the picture of her mother's dramatic disappointment in not getting a proper wedding for her wayward daughter running through her imagination.
Pritya grins. "Technically you're Knight-Captain Maryam Ajam of some order or another."
"I have a lot to come back to!" says Maryam as she lays with a head filled with dreams of the future.
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Maryam Ajam shifts up onto a prosthetic elbow, letting it gather ripples of hospital bed sheet, as she hears low voices from the outside hall.
The head of an Andorian nurse briefly passes the threshold of Ajam's doorway; her Antennae rising in surprise to see Ajam awake and moving.
A blue face shifts from pleased surprise to a mischievous smile before it disappears.
There's another round of low voices before someone else enters the room.
Raelin's mouth is in a broad smile and Maryam sees the subtle working of his jaw that tells her that he is putting in a colossal amount of effort to find something to say.
"Hi." he says at last as he all but runs over to his love's hospital bed in indecent haste.
"Hi." says Maryam, adjusting her position so that Raelin can wrap his arms around her tightly.
"I love you so much." he says with tightly closed eyes.
Maryam replies in a gravelly whisper, "I love you."
Ajam slowly lowers herself back onto soft mattress as Raelin finally lets her go.
"Marriage?" She says after Raelin finds a seat and moves it next to the bed.
The Amarki man shrinks into himself a little and raises his hands in playful semi-serious defence. "It's an Amarki thing. I, well, it's an old tradition to honour the wishes of the nobly dead. It also establishes the legal heredity of unborn children."
Ajam nods, adjusting the angle of her bed so she's almost sitting upright. "I read about that in the first contact packet." She laughs wryly. "Now I can't feel smug about Nash being the only one to run afoul of old Amarki wedding traditions."
"Well, I mean, if you're not comfortable; we can easily have everyt-"
Maryam cuts her husband off. "Are you kidding? Now I don't have to worry about my mother butting in and running the whole ceremony!" she smiles up at Raelin, "It's the perfect wedding present, Rae." She pauses briefly. "Well. There is the other thing."
"We thought you were dead." Raelin looks away briefly. "If I'd had any idea… any at all-"
Maryam shifts back up onto a light blue Starfleet issue prosthesis, setting her other hand on Raelin's shoulder, "Raelin. I'm not angry. I could never be angry. I just…" She blinks heavily, tears running down one side of her face. "I didn't expect to come back a mother!"
"Surprise!" says Raelin weakly as he waves his hands in the air.
Ajam settles back down on her bed. "So. When can I meet her. My…" She shrugs at the absurdity. "My daughter?"
"Well." Raelin rises to his feet. "There is some more family here for you to meet if you feel up to it."
"Rae. I was blown up almost a year ago." she rubs her new prosthesis, "And all they did was replace those Cardassian monstrosities yesterday. I can even say more than fifteen words in a row without coughing up blood now." She lets that sit there, a mischievous grin threatening to break out on her face, "I'll be fine."
Raelin nods seriously as he moves to the doorway. It opens with a near silent hiss as he pops his head out for a moment.
The Amarki quickly comes back to stand by his wife's side, followed by Maryam's parents.
Her father is as she remembers; a quiet and dignified man. He follows her mother in much the same way as a planet in a deteriorating but slow orbit of a star: independent of, but inextricably bound to, and overshadowed by, its primary.
Her mother… looks the same but… Maryam Ajam had expected disappointment. For her mother to remind her that she had always predicted that Starfleet would be the death of her daughter.
Instead Nadiyya Ajam has paused, tears in her eyes, not speaking. Her husband stands next to her. Benjamin Ajam has an arm around his wife as he looks at his daughter in wonder; her death and survival finally becoming real to him all at once, "We missed you." He says simply.
There is a bundle in Nadiyya's arms. Maryam expects her arms of metal and plastic to tremble as her mother approaches with her daughter; but they stay steady with machine precision as she reaches upwards to meet her daughter for the first time.
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Maryam scratches her arm with a sense of vague wonder. A mere nine months to go from unfeeling Cardassian prostheses to cloned replacements is something that her simian brain is still coming to terms with. She wonders if someday...
"You'll be able to add Ferasia and Betazed to the list of worlds that you have orbitally skydived?" asks the counsellor, Torri Nu, eyebrow raised in amusement.
"I'm not one to question the Old Lady. But at this rate I'll never be able to keep up with new members." There is still a dim sense of amazement at speaking without pain. Her voice will never fully lose some of the gravel that it has picked up; but Maryam Ajam is just happy to speak without worry of damage. "And I hope that we don't add too many more to my backlog before I can give them a try."
Nu tilts her head slightly, "You're worried that that might be never."
Maryam sighs, Betazoids, so troublesome, "Yes," she says simply, raising a hand level with her shoulder, watching it begin to quietly and delicately shake.
"The Doctors tell me that it's possible…" she lets the hand drop.
Nu looks at Ajam with soft and insistent black eyes, and raises an eyebrow questioningly.
Maryam stares back for a moment, just letting her emotions play out.
"Part of you fears that you used up all of your willpower. Left all of your determination back on Kadak-Tor. Another part of you wonders if it is even worth it to try." The Betazoid searches Maryam's eyes, "You wonder if you're past your prime already. Captain Ka'Sharren is being - such harsh language!- 'kicked' out of her chair. If someone like her is moving on; what sort of future does that leave you?"
The Betazoid takes Ajam's left hand between hers, "You fear that you'll be stuck behind a desk, you fear that your body will stay broken and you'll be forever trapped in a body that is itself trapped behind a desk."
The Betazoid shakes her own head; brown curls gently bouncing on red uniform, "Maryam, don't let those doubts consume you. I can 'see' you. I can see the bright shining steel of your soul. You didn't let yourself fall into despair when your first received your injuries, you were the backbone of Gul Miran and her officers, their beacon of a better way and a better life." The Betazoid closes her eyes, "Your road is not an easy one, and I do not envy you, but you will accomplish whatever you set your mind to."
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The hiker studies the cliff face impassively, searching out a potential route up, judging her own misbehaving body. She reaches out towards the rockface and angrily pulls back back a shaking hand.
Her other fist lashes out: knuckle meeting stone and leaving behind a few small specks of glistening red.
"Ah!" Maryam Ajam exclaims, a puff of of white escaping her mouth into the crisp air, shaking her hand out and watching bright blood well up on dark skin.
Behind her back a pointy eared head pops up from driving the last tent peg into the ground, "Mari?" says Raelin; using a term of endearment born of a sudden first meeting and misheard translation.
"I tripped."
Raelin rocks back off of his knees and stands up; gracefully throwing a small mallet into a pack on his back as he rises.
"No you didn't," he says as he steps up behind his wife, loose locks of hair caught in a warm wind waving in his frowning face.
"Okay. I punched the cliff."
"That was silly," he says with the corner of his mouth quirking up, "That cliff didn't do anything to you."
"Really? Haven't you been listening to my mother?"
Raelin shrugs. "The only things she likes on Leas Akaam are her daughter and the granddaughter she's currently guarding like a Knight-Sentinel."
"She likes you too." The two turn away from the rock to face the forest behind them. Prickly and curved green Leas Akaam 'trees,' which had as as much in common with vines as trees, are draped undulating over the valley beneath them.
The Amarki chuckles and drapes an arm around his wife, "She likes that her daughter got herself a proper husband!" he gives Maryam a quick peck and a sly smile, "She was afraid you'd picked up more than quick wits from Nash!"
Ajam turns into the kiss, "Oh, no worries there!" she rests her head against her husband's as the two watch the distant slightly blueish sun of Leas Akaam set across the valley.
Raelin squeezes Maryam tightly, "Seriously. Mari. You don't just punch cliff faces. Talk to me."
"I'm not getting better." A fist belonging to a newly cloned arm tightens, "It's been a year…"
"And you still shake." A lightly cyan hand takes a dark brown one, holding it tightly to Ajam's side.
"The Doctors say that the neurological damage has been repaired." Her words stumble to a stop, "I, I -I just--"
"Nu hasn't been helping?" Raelin says with a touch of concern, "We can -"
"No" Maryam breathes softly, "She's great. I just. I can't."
"You want to ride before you can even crawl Mari." he sighs, "I know you, you want to be back orbitally diving over Ferasia right now." he smiles, "I love that part of you, but you aren't giving yourself the time you need"
"I never needed it before"
"Yes you did. You just had to work to learn what you could do. But now," he rubs a shoulder, "You know what you used to be able to do and you aren't giving yourself room to learn it all over again. You think you should be able to just snap your fingers and start again right now"
"I was never able to snap my fingers."
"Oh come on!"
"I never learned!"
Raelin laughs and snaps his fingers. "It's not that hard!" he pauses for a moment. "Maybe. Maybe you should start there? And work your way back up?"
Maryam holds a hand of fingers out in front of herself in the fading light and mimes failure at snapping those fingers. "Nope. Can't do it"
"Well then, something else, what about drawing?" the Amarki smiles, "I remember that you never tried before. Maybe you just need to try to learn something that you don't have memories of already mastering?" he shrugs. "If it's not up to your mother's exacting standards; they wouldn't be even if you'd never taken your little side trip."
"Sure. Why not?" Ajam snuggles in closer to her husband whispering in his ear, "You know there's something else I could try right now…"
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"No."
"Please?" Says Maryam Ajam.
"NO!" says Ayishah with chubby little fists clenched tight around tiny pointed dark cyan ears.
Maryam holds in a grin, "Pretty please?" She says seriously.
"No!"
"Then who else will play with Docana?"
"No?" a small face frowns in confusion.
"Yes!" Ajam smiles at her daughter, "My friend Docana!"
Ayishah tilts her head inquisitively, "Do cana?"
"Yes! She's a little tiny Constie. And the Old Man Seruk wants her to be my friend!"
An expression of confusion deepens, "Seruk?"
"Seruk makes sure that all the ships have friends and captains."
A little finger pokes a red uniform, "Captan!"
"Yes! I am Docana's new captain!" Ajam tickles Ayishah, "She's just like you! She likes to explore new things and meet friends!" Ajam's daughter giggles and squirms, "And she likes to play hide and seek, and all sorts of fun things. Docana is really nice too!"
"Aha!" says Ajam, "I know!" she laughs, "How about an Enterprise story!"
Ayishah squeals in excitement, "Ent-prise!"
"Yes! Enterprise story!" says Maryam, thinking of which story to tell. Certainly one long enough to put a tired toddler to sleep… She's already been through all of her own adventures with Nash. Maybe one of Archer's adventures?
A half hour later Maryam stands in the doorway of her daughter's room, "Computer, set lights to 'Ayishah: Night' please." she whispers quietly, watching the lighting drop down except for a bright splotch of blue light on the far wall.
She steps back from the threshold with a last long look at her child and retreats to the kitchen.
"Little monster is finally down," Maryam says as Raelin hands her a cup of hot chocolate.
"Big monster is down," says Raelin with a grin as he lifts a cup of something dark, fragrant, caffeinated, and Indorian.
"That's my mother!"
Raelin chuckles as he sips at his Indorian coffee, "Actually I was talking about your father. He's an absolute beast at four dimensional chess. The only person on Leas Akaam that can reliably send me home on my shield!"
"Well, as long as you're getting along."
Raelin shrugs, "We were mostly talking over the big news," he frowns into his drink, "A Constellation? Really?"
Maryam sits at the kitchen table in a chair made of Leas Akaam Pseudoteac, "You were the one telling me that I needed to relearn things from the basics."
Raelin joins his wife at the table, "It, uhm, doesn't get much more basic than a Constellation."
"Docana is a good ship with a good crew." She smiles, "At least they didn't promote me to a desk."
Raelin watches his wife shudder. Occasionally he worries about her disappearing in deep space while exploring. But he knows his wife well enough to know that keeping her home would kill her just as surely as a supernova, if just a touch slower. Asking her to stay would kill a part of her that he loves.
"Poor Commodore Ka'Sharren," he says, raising his mug in a toast. "May she find peace behind a desk."
"I'm the one that died." Maryam smiles. "She'll be fine. I've been talking with her. I think she's slowly coming to terms with it. She says doesn't want to end up like Jim Kirk. Eternally tethered to his ship and lost."
Raelin shrugs, Kirk isn't his hero. He appreciates the legend, it's just not quite as real for him. Not when he's met a real, live, breathing, blue Starfleet legend, "So," he says. "So," he says again, "Ayishah, is she, hmm" he waves a hand around vaguely.
Maryam leans back in her chair and takes her time with a sip of her hot chocolate, "Well, now I promised to tell her stories about my 'friend' Docana."
Raelin chuckles, "The ship?"
"Yes. I, uh, may have gotten a little carried away talking to her. But anything for her smile," she sets her cup down. "It'll be good to get back out there though."
Raelin tries to keep the hint of sadness out of his smile, "Well Starfleet certainly thinks that you're ready, I guess you convinced Nu."
Maryam chuckles, "I just showed her my drawings"
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An Andorian Ensign checks his console carefully, "We've secured from lightspeed ma'am," he pokes at the console again, "We have entered the Arcanis-53 system as scheduled."
Captain Ajam pats the young officer on the shoulder affectionately, "Good work Ensign ch'Takken." She settles back into the captain's chair with a proud smile, "Looks like all that training has really paid off."
"Yes Ma'am!" says the Andorian, a cheery grin on his face.
"Well then. Let's be about this." Ajam leans forward in her seat, "No one's been in this system in fifty-seven years. I'm looking forward to seeing what we can discover with modern sensors. I'm certain that Starfleet Command will appreciate the updated charts."
There's a positive murmur and chorus of "Yes ma'am's" as the crew settles into their assigned tasks. It's not Courageous, and certainly not Enterprise, but Docana and her crew have a charm of their own. A cozy comfort that Captain Ajam has learned to appreciate.
"Ma'am." Maryam looks up at Ensign Doran, "Dispatches from Starfleet Command."
"Thank you, Ensign," says the Captain, smiling at her Orion officer, "Is there anything else?"
"No Ma'am. Not at the moment."
Ajam settles in to read through the dispatches. Updated ROEs, diplomatic reports, and an update on the Kadeshi visit to Earth...
"Lieutenant Mulrooney?" Ajam turns slightly in her chair to look at her junior tactical officer, "Feel ready to take the Conn for a bit?" the woman has earned a chance at the big chair. If Nash taught her anything, it was to nurture talent and grow her officers' potential.
The Human all but clicks her heels as she comes to attention, "Yes Ma'am!"
Ajam suppresses a grin at the junior officer's excitement. "Very good Ms Mulrooney. I will be in my ready room. Please alert me if anything at all out of the ordinary happens."
"Yes Ma'am."
Maryam walks smoothly off the bridge to her ready room and sits down heavily. She stares at the news from Earth. Stargazer is being commissioned to travel with the Kadeshi to their distant and near mythical homeworld. And Starfleet Command is looking for volunteers. And more specifically a volunteer Captain.
It's the stuff of dreams and legends. And more specifically her dreams. She's a veteran Excelsior captain. Served on Enterprise. Survived more than most officers. That doesn't mean that she deserves command of Stargazer. But if there is any Captain more qualified than her to command Stargazer… well, Ka'Sharren is a Commodore now. "Sorry Nash," says Maryam to the empty air as she begins filling out forms.
She's staring at the completed transfer request when practicalities catch up to her enthusiasm. What about Raelin? Ayishah?
Maryam thinks for a moment before pulling up more information on the expedition. She looks over the accommodations on Stargazer, the auxiliaries… and then on the Kadeshi mothership itself. Room for plenty of families. Many children. She calls up the recently received data packet again. There! Multiple positions that could use an experienced garrison officer or marine commander.
Ajam puts the whole packet together; the notification, her own application, the open forms. All in one packet. She checks the transit time to Leas Akaam. It'll be some time before she can hear back from Raelin….
Almost a day and a half to be exact.
And nearly a day and a half later she does hear back from him. There is no message. Simply a filled out request for placement with the Kadeshi expedition.
AKuz
Been Better
- Location
- A Rising Tide of Horrors
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Also:
I doubled the Size of "Passing the Torch". The second part followed on too closely to be anything but a proper extension. So click there if you want to read about indefatigable green hull paint.
I doubled the Size of "Passing the Torch". The second part followed on too closely to be anything but a proper extension. So click there if you want to read about indefatigable green hull paint.
- Location
- Mid-Atlantic
YAAAAY!
Also, now we know where the smiley Docana picture and stuff you did earlier is from.
EDIT: Also, green paint. Much green paint.
Also, now we know where the smiley Docana picture and stuff you did earlier is from.
EDIT: Also, green paint. Much green paint.
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