SD: 23.0219.0100 (GMT)
Scene: DEMORA readyroom
It was right there.
Darr'chuh was sitting with his back to the door looking out at the USS COCHRANE. In reality, Darr still thought of it as Nash's ship. The Mov thought back fondly over his time spent as a newbie on that ship. The whole command crew from those days had assumed an aura of perfection almost in his memory. The were the standard he compared himself to, truth be told.
And such outrageous adventures they had! Skipping back in time to Earth in pursuit of the Ismail. Chasing Morand through the COCHRANE itself. They almost hadn't seen anymore of the villian, but Nash had more decency and mercy ON Morand than Morand had ever had for anyone.
Darr had decided not to visit the COCHRANE, but now... he'd changed his mind.
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Scene: USS COCHRANE, main transporter room
Time: about 10 minutes later
When Darr'chuh materialized, he saluted COCHRANE's new captain. He'd only heard of Pol Canon before this. He was a bit curious about his old ship's new CO.
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NRPG: Sorry I didn't answer sooner. I didn't think Darr
would be the best one to come, but... <shrug>
Best Wishes,
Janet Gist
USS DEMORA-SULU, CO
Capt Darr'chuh
USS COCHRANE, ???
<you'll find out>
20110218
20110211
USS COCHRANE: Dead End
SD: 23.0211.2100
SCENE: Turbolift, Deck 2
TIME: shortly after "Element of Surprise"
=begin rpg=
Hemux felt unusually uneasy. The turbolift seemed smaller somehow. The Bolian felt alone and the emotion surprised him. Such a big ship with so many crewmates would normally bring feelings of crowding.
The turbolift doors opened. The hallway in deck two was empty. A chill covered the counselor.
Hemux walked briskly down the corridor to his quarters. He thought it best to stay there until the senior officer's briefing or at least until he heard something from security about his concerns.
The door swished open. Arn continued to feel cold, despite the unusually warm climate he maintained in his room.
*This doesn't feel right,* he considered.
The door closed. He turned on the primary lights and went into the restroom for brief moment. He thought maybe a good face wash might do him some good. A few minutes later, Hemux approached the food replicator.
"Hot cocoa, very rich."
A smooth, dark liquid with a pleasing aroma appeared. Taking the cup in hand, Arn slowly turned to face the entrance to the room. The cup and its hot contents flew from his hands as he saw someone in the entry way.
=end rpg=
Tag, PLEASE!
Respectfully,
Doug
Player Awards: Viper Badge; Starfleet Medal of Promise; Blue Ribbon; Gold Ribbon, Starfleet Leadership Medal
-Lt. Arn Hemux
Surak Medal
Counselor, USS COCHRANE
SCENE: Turbolift, Deck 2
TIME: shortly after "Element of Surprise"
=begin rpg=
Hemux felt unusually uneasy. The turbolift seemed smaller somehow. The Bolian felt alone and the emotion surprised him. Such a big ship with so many crewmates would normally bring feelings of crowding.
The turbolift doors opened. The hallway in deck two was empty. A chill covered the counselor.
Hemux walked briskly down the corridor to his quarters. He thought it best to stay there until the senior officer's briefing or at least until he heard something from security about his concerns.
The door swished open. Arn continued to feel cold, despite the unusually warm climate he maintained in his room.
*This doesn't feel right,* he considered.
The door closed. He turned on the primary lights and went into the restroom for brief moment. He thought maybe a good face wash might do him some good. A few minutes later, Hemux approached the food replicator.
"Hot cocoa, very rich."
A smooth, dark liquid with a pleasing aroma appeared. Taking the cup in hand, Arn slowly turned to face the entrance to the room. The cup and its hot contents flew from his hands as he saw someone in the entry way.
=end rpg=
Tag, PLEASE!
Respectfully,
Doug
Player Awards: Viper Badge; Starfleet Medal of Promise; Blue Ribbon; Gold Ribbon, Starfleet Leadership Medal
-Lt. Arn Hemux
Surak Medal
Counselor, USS COCHRANE
20110202
USS COCHRANE: En Passant
SD: 23.0202.2000
SCENE: Deck 10, Forward Lounge
TIME: just before "Element of Surprise"
=Begin RPG=
Brighton Bishop motioned once again for the waiter to bring him another glass of synthehol.
He spun his empty glass on the shiny table top where the civilian diplomatic adviser had sat alone for nearly two hours. This early middle aged, attractive, and usually cordial man remained alone by choice. He had several members of the COCHRANE crew come by and ask to join him, but Brighton was not in the mood.
Much to the once successful xenophobe relations specialist's dismay, the diplomatic corp of which he'd been a good standing member had disassociated themselves with Brighton after the "Tung Incident" the year before.
With his reputation shattered, Brighton found it nearly impossible to get assignments in the private sector, even in remote portions of the Federation. He was forced to rely on Starfleet for an assignment. Starfleet answered, but joining the USS COCHRANE in the Cocoon was far from the dream job he'd left behind.
Bishop also found another discomfort aboard the COCHRANE, that of the failure of synthehol to allow him to forget where he was and what he was doing. Still, few people on the ship had any idea of who he was or what had happened on Tung. At least he was getting a chance to start over. Comfort resided in that notion.
The waiter approached with another full glass. Brighton admitted that the drink was not as bad as some had made it out to be. The waiter attempted to strike up some conversation.
"I hear around the room that the ship is only a few hours away from pulling out of dock."
"Fantastic," Brighton said sarcastically and with even less enthusiasm.
"I take it you don't want to be here," said the waiter.
"Yea, you could say that. But then again, it's not like I am being forced to be here, if that's what you mean." Brighton took a swallow of the fresh beverage. "Nah, I suppose I'm just reaping what I sowed."
==End RPG==
=NRGP=
Come on, friends. Don't let me down. There's about ten of you that signed up for this and no one has joined me in two weeks?!? I can't pull the ship out to sea by me once, savvy?
Anticipatory,
Doug
Player Awards: Viper Badge; Starfleet Medal of Promise; Blue Ribbon; Gold Ribbon, Starfleet Leadership Medal
-Brighton Bishop
Civilian Diplomat
NPC, USS COCHRANE
SCENE: Deck 10, Forward Lounge
TIME: just before "Element of Surprise"
=Begin RPG=
Brighton Bishop motioned once again for the waiter to bring him another glass of synthehol.
He spun his empty glass on the shiny table top where the civilian diplomatic adviser had sat alone for nearly two hours. This early middle aged, attractive, and usually cordial man remained alone by choice. He had several members of the COCHRANE crew come by and ask to join him, but Brighton was not in the mood.
Much to the once successful xenophobe relations specialist's dismay, the diplomatic corp of which he'd been a good standing member had disassociated themselves with Brighton after the "Tung Incident" the year before.
With his reputation shattered, Brighton found it nearly impossible to get assignments in the private sector, even in remote portions of the Federation. He was forced to rely on Starfleet for an assignment. Starfleet answered, but joining the USS COCHRANE in the Cocoon was far from the dream job he'd left behind.
Bishop also found another discomfort aboard the COCHRANE, that of the failure of synthehol to allow him to forget where he was and what he was doing. Still, few people on the ship had any idea of who he was or what had happened on Tung. At least he was getting a chance to start over. Comfort resided in that notion.
The waiter approached with another full glass. Brighton admitted that the drink was not as bad as some had made it out to be. The waiter attempted to strike up some conversation.
"I hear around the room that the ship is only a few hours away from pulling out of dock."
"Fantastic," Brighton said sarcastically and with even less enthusiasm.
"I take it you don't want to be here," said the waiter.
"Yea, you could say that. But then again, it's not like I am being forced to be here, if that's what you mean." Brighton took a swallow of the fresh beverage. "Nah, I suppose I'm just reaping what I sowed."
==End RPG==
=NRGP=
Come on, friends. Don't let me down. There's about ten of you that signed up for this and no one has joined me in two weeks?!? I can't pull the ship out to sea by me once, savvy?
Anticipatory,
Doug
Player Awards: Viper Badge; Starfleet Medal of Promise; Blue Ribbon; Gold Ribbon, Starfleet Leadership Medal
-Brighton Bishop
Civilian Diplomat
NPC, USS COCHRANE
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