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Shore Leave Interrupted [PLOT]

Posted on Mon May 7th, 2018 @ 9:02am by Commander Yumi Han & Lieutenant Cynfor Rees & Lieutenant Kedra Nema & Lieutenant Commander Rhiana t'Aegis & Lieutenant Nora Morrison M.D. & Lieutenant M'ndi M'rron & Lieutenant Laree Desai & Jillian Mox & Captain Malcom Llwyedd & Lieutenant JG Soto Gantt & Lieutenant Jackson Smith & Chief Petty Officer Charles Stephens JR & Warrant Officer Arlan Harlan & Cadet Freshman Grade Gianna Djokovic & Lieutenant JG Luka Stern & Petty Officer 1st Class Kipp Lak & Lieutenant Savin Psy.D & Lieutenant JG Alenis Tajor
Edited on on Sat May 12th, 2018 @ 9:16am

Mission: Mission 3: The Galilei Conundrum
Location: Various
Timeline: 25 June, 2394 - 2000 Hours

[ON]

It was a strange night by Kipp's standards. He'd spent the day participating in a master swordsman class on Empok Nor and then returned to the Firebird. He was generally very punctual about his duties but after almost two weeks of shore leave he'd let a few things slide. He'd showered, put on a new uniform and then made his way to the bridge so that he could burn off some of the guilt he felt about shirking his duties.

He'd managed to route Lieutenant M'rron's request for replacement hydroponic equipment to the right place and also had checked the captain's reports for clarity, when the comms station chirped, indicating an incoming call.

Kipp looked and saw that he was closest to the comms and nobody else was moving in that direction. He put the PADD down and walked over to the console. He touched the accept prompt. The screen resolved into the image of an older Bajoran woman wearing Starfleet Commander's uniform.

"Good evening, commander. I am Yeoman Lak. How can I help you?" Kipp said.

"I'm Commander Enos Gruta, captain on the science vessel Roasha. We're currently conducting routine astrological cartography on the far side of the Badlands. We've picked up a distress signal from a civilian ship, the SS Galilei. It appears they are experiencing some kind of medical emergency. I'm sending you the file now. Be aware that it ends abruptly and we haven't been able to re-establish contact with the ship. As you are the closest and best equipped to handle this, contacted you right away," Commander Enos said.

"Of course, commander. I will get this to Captain Llwyedd right away," Kipp said.

Gruta nodded. "Thanks. We're pretty far away from you and the Galilei but we could reach you in five days if you need us."

Kipp nodded. "Yes, ma'am. I will relay that to Captain Llwyedd."

"Good luck. Enos out."

Kipp walked back to his station, picked up a spare PADD and transferred the distress call from the Galilei to it. He walked over to the Captain's Ready Room and triggered the chime.

"It's open," the captain's voice called.

Kipp entered, his eyes reflexively scanning the room. He worked hard to keep the captain's ready room in perfect condition, a battle that was ongoing and with no end in sight. He walked over to the couch, where the captain was resting with his feet up on the table. Kipp frowned.

"Its my furniture, Kipp. I'll put my feet up if I want," Malcom said, seeing 'the look' in his yeoman's eyes.

Kipp sighed. He had to pick his battles. "As you wish, captain. I've got something you need to see right away," Kipp said and handed over the PADD with the distress call.

Malcom took the PADD and looked at it and then looked up. "Distress call?" He asked and hit play on the PADD. A small video screen opened and began playing. It showed a middle aged man with graying hair and a stout build. His eyes were sunken and he looked sick enough that he should have been in a sickbay. The man coughed once, a phlegmy cough, and then spoke in a rasping voice.

"I'm Captain Winston Kagawa of the cruise liner Galilei. We were on a tour of battle sites from the Dominion War," Captain Kagawa said and then coughed again. Flecks of blood appeared on the screen. "We've picked up some kind of virus. It's infecting the crew. Our EMH has been trying to find a cure for the last couple of days with no luck. Today the virus has mutated, becoming much more aggressive. Over half the passengers and most of the crew are infected. We need medical assistance immediately. Please. We are," a spate of heavy coughs erupted from the captain. His lips were covered in blood now. "Hurry. Our EMH says the virus-"

The screen abruptly went blank.

Malcom looked up at Kipp and saw the concern in his Yeoman's eyes. Malcom stood and walked over to his desk console, spinning it around so he could use it. He tapped for a moment and then hit his combadge.

=^=Attention all members of the Firebird, you are ordered to return to the ship immediately. We will be departing to render aid to a stricken civilian ship, the SS Galilei. Make all haste. Llwyedd out.=^=

Malcom looked at Kipp. "I hope we can get everyone back before we leave."




Alenis tilted his head as he heard the message. His eyebrows rose in surprise as he halted his steps across the promenade. He was on his way back to the ship with another set of boxes. they contained medicinal supplies he'd rather deal with himself than just have delivered. Among the items were replacement parts for his arm if things went wrong and some for the XO's bionic leg if she needed them. Drawing i a breath he tapped his COM badge, =^=Lieutenant Alenis to transporter room, requesting a direct transfer to sickbay.=^=

There was a slight hesitation and then his body dematerialized and rematerialized in his department and glanced around heading towards his office to drop off his boxes. "Computer," he began," where is Captain Llwyedd?"




Gia was light as a feather in Max's arms, though they were both breathing hard, sweat mingling as they hung suspended, cheek to cheek. It took a moment for the captain's words to penetrate, because Max's brain was almost entirely focused on the rhythm of he and Gia's bodies moving together. They had achieved perfect enganche, his hand on the small of her back, her thigh capturing his, holding him in place just as efficiently as he held her in his arms. The music swelled, and he spun her out and away, their joined hands the only thing holding them together. Her chest heaved, and his heart thundered. He absolutely did not want this moment to end.

"Guapo!" Their Tango Fantastico instructor's word for him rang out like a whip cracking. "She is not a doll to be handled so roughly. You must be smooth, yes?" The small Argentine woman swayed from side to side, showing him how he should have moved. "The colgada is graceful, very sexy. She is not an ox. She is a poltranca. A beautiful racing horse."

Max looked sheepishly at Gia as their hands dropped.

Gia gave Max a playful wink that suggested she might not have minded his manhandling, then she laughed and took a step back to catch her breath. She smoothed the asymmetric neckline of her short, fiery red dress. "General order six," she eventually said with an almost apologetic sigh. "The damsel in distress rule." Civilians requesting assistance were always Starfleet's top priority and they both knew they couldn't put off returning to Firebird much longer.

Max's brain finally struggled past the swelling he felt in his heart just looking at his dance partner. Gia, the beautiful. Gia, the capable. Gia, who didn't mind that he wasn't a warrior. The captain's message, reformed by her beloved lips, finally penetrated. It was time for the Firebird to save lives. And he was part of that. "Ja. To the Firebird." He bowed formally in thanks to Instructor Silva. "Thank you so much for your time. Duty calls."

Silva clapped her hands smartly, dismissing both her students. "You must practice, minhas queridas, every day, yes?"

"If only," Gia replied wistfully to the dance instructor as she reached for the commbadge on the underside of a ruffle in the dress. She adored Senora Silva and doubted anything in Firebird's hololibraries could ever capture her unique style. She tapped the device. "Djokovic to Firebird. Two to beam aboard, please."




Cynfor was in his quarters enjoying a much needed conversation with his son and granddaughter when his comm badge went off. The voice of his Captain rang through it, Cyn cocked an eyebrow. Good thing I am already aboard he thought. He turned back to the comm screen.

"Listen Tom that was..." His sentence was cut short as Tom interrupted him.

"I heard Dad, duty calls..." Tom said with a smile.

"My little Layla pie..." Cyn said to the little girl on the screen.

"Pop Pop saves the stars, and keeps us safe." she replied.

"Give em hell Dad..." Tom said.

"I will and I love you, Firebird out." Cynfor said. As the screen dissolved to the symbol of the UFP he stood up and zipped his uniform closed. He headed for the door to his quarters and eventually the bridge as he whispered "I will do just that Layla for you..."




Kedra had just made it back to her quarters after a long day catching up with Yaxis. They had toured the promenade and caught each other up on the details of the last few years. Kedra was exhausted. She was fond of Yaxis, but was now remembering just how draining it could be to listen to a Bolian for almost six hours straight. She knew that she had a little time, so she jumped into the sonic shower. A few minutes later, fresh and clean with a newly replicated uniform she strode through the halls towards Engineering.

Once more into the breach. She thought, and then spent the next twenty minutes trying to think where in the world she had heard that expression.




M'ndi paused her task of making some mechanical adjustments to a piece of nonessential machinery as the captain's voice echoed across the science lab and in her mind. S.S. Galilei... civilian cruise liner... render aid... stricken... Her mother's words from their call last week came back to her. Yes, we're going on a cruise! The S.S. Galilei is taking people on a historical cruise... Her head pounding and her hand shaking, she dropped her screwdriver and stumbled to her feet, running out into the hall and almost barreling over Lieutenant Desai as she rushed to the bridge.




Savin looked up as he saw the comm indicator flash from the corner of his eyes. He was sat cross legged on the floor, shining a laser light across the floor and watching Sheba chase after it. In a fluid motion, which made the kitten jump, he rose to his feet and got over to his desk to have an audio representation of the message played back at him. He frowned as he read the message, a frown quickly spreading into concern. He assumed a briefing would be called soon and he would be ready.

Closing the message, he sat back down on the floor in his quarters, reaching for a different toy to entertain his pet.




Charles was finally able to sit in his other office and work on some of the enlisted work he had. There where a few suggestions sent to him. While on shore leave he had setup an anonymous suggestion box in the computer for the enlisted crew to give some free feedback. So far it had been either petty stuff or positive notes. Once he heard the Captain's announcement he figured it best to get to the bridge. So that is what he did.




With her head under water and concentrated on the excercise, Rhiana missed the first few words of the captain's announcement. By the time she had brought up her head and shaken it to remove excess water from her ears, the captain's voice was saying, "...ship immediately.". Without hesitation, she swam to the side of the long swimming pool she had created in the Firebird's holodeck after the near desaster on that water-filled asteroid to brush up on her neglected swimming skills.

Five minutes later, her hair still moist from merely having been towelled off (and combed, of course) and wearing a fresh uniform, Rhiana stepped into the turbolift that would take her to the bridge.




Gantt hadn't slept well. Truth is he had wrestled himself to stay asleep. That conversation with Lieutenant Savin had brought up questions that may as well have been burrs under the blankets last night. They swirled around not letting him sleep while fatigue wouldn't let him quite wake up. A full day of work hadn't cleared his mind, either.

In this little corner of Empok Nor all that was about to change amid large piles of scrambled eggs with chorizo, pancakes, pineapple chunks, and bacon. Fill himself to over-stuffed. Overload his brain. Bury the thoughts. Gantt got to work.

Four bites in and the last words of the captain's message ended. The babble around him continued, unheard. A few words refused to go silent, hovering around Gantt like puffs of condensation in the cold air. Immediately. All haste. The adrenaline surge finally helped him shove down the part of his brain that wouldn't stop remembering painful things. Gantt shoved a fifth bite in his mouth and ran for his Engineering station, one hand clutching several strips of bacon.




Desai sat. A poem by Asaf Halet Çelebi sang at the heart of her breath.

niyagrodha
i see a huge tree
inside a tiny seed
what a seed what a tree
om mani padme hum
om mani padme hum
om mani padme hum

siddharta buddha
i am a fruit
the world my tree
no tree
no fruit
i dissolve in the sea
om mani padme hum
om mani padme hum
om mani padme hum

Make all haste.

The message arrived at the end of the poem, like an epilogue: the seer mistaken for the seen.

Desai sat  inhaled  exhaled  one   Desai sat  inhaled  exhaled  two   Desai sat  inhaled  exhaled  three   Desai sat  inhaled  exhaled  four   Desai sat  inhaled  exhaled  five   Desai sat  inhaled  exhaled  six   Desai sat  inhaled  exhaled  seven   Desai sat  inhaled  exhaled  eight   Desai sat  inhaled  exhaled  nine   Desai sat  inhaled  exhaled  ten

Desai sat. She brought her hands from where they were folded in her lap in dhyana mudra to anjali mudra at her heart. She bowed, still seated on her zafu and zabuton, and gently opened her eyes.




The last of the captain's words echoed in the cavernous cargo bay. Each individual seemingly frozen by those words. Jackson didn't dare move, how would they react? His steely gaze focused on the three aliens before him. Definitely not the first time he had wished Luka was here to tell him what these beings were and how best to get out of this situation. Zulg's mouth lay open. He also, did not move. His outstretched hand offering the PADD with the contract on it. His eyes had grown to the size of saucers as each word by the captain slammed into his sensitive ears. Zulg looked from the thumb that was about to sign the contract to the PADD almost as if he was willing it to stretch those last few centimeters.

The moment hung silent like this for what seemed like an eternity but was only a mere second. Then a loud screeching sound emanated from the mouth of one of the creatures. Jackson didn't need Luka to tell him what that meant. He quickly shoved Zulg to the side as blasters were raised and fired. Jackson's movement had made the one firing at him miss, sadly he also took the blast meant for Zulg in his shoulder. Spinning with the shock to his shoulder, Jackson duck down and whipped out his knives.

"Jackson!" Screamed Zulg.

Jackson finished his spin plunging one knife deep into what he hoped was the thigh of one and struck out with his foot crushing what might have been a kneecap of the other.

"It's not my fault!" replied Jackson.

The third turned towards Jackson with the blaster aimed right at his face, only for it to be knocked out of his hand as Jackson's knife flew through the air smashing into the blaster.

"I warned you this might happen," Jackson continued as he pulled his phaser out which was preset to stun. He quickly fired off three shots as the creatures screeched in agony. Silencing them. Jackson then turned to Zulg and grabbed the PADD which Zulg was still holding out as if they still would come and seal the deal. Jackson bent down by the lead creature and grabbed what he considered to be its arm-like appendage and pressed the "thumb" onto the PADD.

"Deal is done." Jackson grinned and tossed the PADD back to Zulg. "Although you are going to have to carry the cargo back yourself." He tapped his comm badge and felt the pain of the blast lance through him. "Jackson to Firebird, one to beam directly to sickbay."

"You can't just..." Zulg started and then let his words trail away into the cargo hold.

Jackson's form shimmered away.

Zulg smiled. Jackson was learning. "Any deal you can walk away from is a good deal," Zulg said. "As long as there's profit.




Nora smiled at the young security officer who had been put in charge of checking the crew in after a long stint of shoreleave. Morrison had spent a good portion of her time off on the ship doing a little work and a few pleasurable activities, but a few short hours ago, she decided to do some last-minute shopping aboard the station. It had been sometime since she had purchased any new civilian clothes, and she had suddenly gotten the urge to see what was out there. She shifted her shopping next to one hand as she offered her identification with the other. The announcement followed just a scant second later.

Morrison's lips thinned as she considered the captain's words. For the first time in a long while, she had chosen to focus on enjoying her personal time without much in the way of distractions. As she boarded now, however, she felt practically naked. Now clear of the checkpoint, she walked briskly to her quarters to drop off her purchases before heading straight to her office. They all had work to do.




Scowling at an annotated map of the Cardassian Sector, Yumi leaned her elbows on the broad desk in the XO's office. New Maquis sightings were on the rise, especially in a certain part of the Badlands. She reached a hand to rotate the map and zoom in on a cluster of harried star systems when the Captain's voice rang confidently over the PA.

"Oh, thank goodness." Abandoning the tedious map analysis, Yumi hopped around the desk and out of her office. She tapped her commbadge as she speed walked to the lift. =^=Halp, pull up everything we have on the SS Galilei and send it to me on the Bridge.=^=




Luka's room, clean for the very first time since she'd boarded the Firebird, echoed with the captain's words. She had just finished packing her last box. She knew the Firebird would be called into action without her during her time away at the Daystrom Institute, but she'd somehow hoped destiny would wait.

It was a good reminder that duty didn't wait. Duty called. And it was up to the officer to answer as best as she could.

It was time. This was the last box. Everything else, including Kriketh, was already aboard the USS Shangri-La.

She tapped her badge. =^=Lieutenant JG Luka Stern to USS Shangri-La. One to beam up.=^= And tried to ignore the feeling she was leaving her true duty behind.




Sitting in a pile of blankets and pillows on the couch Jillian and Emily snuggled in dim lighting. Jillian read aloud. "Chester took his mother's hand in his own, and unfolded her large familiar fingers into a fan. Next he leaned forward and kissed the center of her hand. 'Now you have a kissing hand too,' he told her..." She paused when the captain began to speak. As Emily looked up, Jillian put her finger to her lips to quiet her. Pulling her daughter close, Jillian could smell the fresh scent of the bubblegum shampoo Emily used in the bath. She kissed Emily's forehead, while they listened to the announcement.

"Oh, mommy! We get to go somewhere and help some people. I hope they have ice cream to share in exchange. And maybe some kids to play with," Emily said. "That would be great!"

"That would be great!" Jillian smiled at Emily. "It will take everyone a couple of minutes to get back. Should we finish the book?" She felt Emily's head bob up and down against her upper arm so she read again. "Mrs. Racoon watched Chester scamper across the tree limb and enter school..."




Harlan was in the middle of unwinding after his mirror universe escapade. It hadn't been so bad when all things were considered. Sure he got roughed up, but he stood eye-to-eye with the bastard pirate version of his current crew. It's not like he was dealing with the counterparts of some of his previous assignments like the Harrison. Now there was a group he barely wanted to handle in the normal universe.

Harlas was just sipping back on a brew when the cap's voice came through. Harlan sighed with the thought that it was once more into the breach. Now, where was his favorite wrench...? He had a feeling engineering was going to be business as usual.




Chief Petty Officer Charles Stephens JR
Chief of the Boat/Assistant Chief Intelligence Officer
USS Firebird NCC-88298



Captain Malcom Llwyedd
Commanding Officer
USS Firebird NCC-88298



Lieutenant Junior Grade Tajor Alenis
Chief Medical Officer
USS Firebird NCC-88298



Crewman Gianna Djokovic
Security Officer
USS Firebird NCC-88298



Lieutenant Cynfor Rees
Chief Operations Officer
USS Firebird NCC-88298



Lieutenant Kedra Nema
Chief Engineering Officer
USS Firebird NCC-88298



Lieutenant M'ndi M'rron
Assistant Chief Science Officer
USS Firebird NCC-88298



Lieutenant Savin Psy.D
Chief Counselor
USS Firebird NCC-88298



Chief Petty Officer Charles Stephens JR
Chief of the Boat/Assistant Chief Intelligence Officer
USS Firebird NCC-88298



Lieutenant Rhiana t'Aegis
Chief Security/Tactical Officer
USS Firebird NCC-88298



Lieutenant Junior Grade Soto Gantt
Structural/Environmental Specialist
USS Firebird NCC-88298



Lieutenant Laree Desai
Chief Science Officer
USS Firebird NCC-88298



Lieutenant Junior Grade Jackson Smith
Chief Flight Control Officer/Covert Operations Specialist
USS Firebird NCC-88298



Lieutenant Nora Morrison M.D.
Counselor
USS Firebird NCC-88298


Lieutenant Commander Yumi Han
Executive Officer/Chief Intelligence Officer
USS Firebird NCC-88298



Lieutenant Junior Grade Luka Stern
Xenoanthropologist/Translation Specialist
USS Firebird NCC-88298



Chief Petty Officer Arlan Harlan
Assistant Chief Engineer
USS Firebird NCC-88298


 

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Comments (6)

By Cadet Freshman Grade Gianna Djokovic on Mon May 7th, 2018 @ 7:23pm

What an exciting opening to the next mission. I love the posts with the vignettes like this-- they give everyone a moment to show off their creative side. Let's go do something that might get us all killed now! -Liam

By Captain Malcom Llwyedd on Thu May 10th, 2018 @ 10:25am

I'm really pleased with how this JP turned out. I was hoping it would be good and all of you more than fulfilled your parts. Lots of wonderful diversity in where each person was and what they were doing. Thanks for taking part in my crazy idea.

By Commander Yumi Han on Sat May 12th, 2018 @ 9:28am

I really love all these vignettes. It's a great structure for showing how so many individual stories come together to tell the story of the mission. M'ndi's reaction was especially moving. Here's hoping her parents will make it through! :o

By Petty Officer 3rd Class Max Tragar on Wed May 16th, 2018 @ 11:48pm

I love each of these private windows into others' lives, so honest and unguarded, a glimpse into the real people behind the story. It's neat to see such a variety of people and situations. Lovely!

By Petty Officer 3rd Class Max Tragar on Wed May 16th, 2018 @ 11:48pm

I love each of these private windows into others' lives, so honest and unguarded, a glimpse into the real people behind the story. It's neat to see such a variety of people and situations. Lovely!

By Jillian Mox on Tue May 29th, 2018 @ 7:46pm

I love writing in and reading this post. How special to just see each character doing the "boring" stuff. The boring stuff is the reality of what the adventure is all about. Loved it!