From: Lord Ihcalam (swiften_at_yahoo.com)
Date: Sat Aug 23 2008 - 23:50:45 PDT
"135"
Location: GS2
Scene: MCO Quarters
Stardate: 2.80823
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The irritating beep of the comn woke him from a sound sleep, the first he'd had since Commander Davidson had left for Bajor over a week ago. "Shut the hell up, im coming" he groaned getting out of bed and heading for the desk that was in his outer room with the computer terminal on top. "Computer open message"
He was shocked when the older face of a lady of well breeding and status appeared on his screen at 0400 station time. "Mother! I am honored by your call."
{{As you should be my child. My what a state you are in, I believe I had taught you proper decorum! And to think that you are soon to be head of the family!}}
"Apologies mother, it is early here, and I was sleeping."
{{Do they not have proper dressing attire on that monstrocity you call a station?}}
"Mother, please. You know as well as I that the Terrans have gone without cloaks and robes for centuries."
{{Typical of the mundanes, have no tolerance for tradition. I will forgive your vulgarity this time my son, please remember your status though and act accordingly.}}
"As you wish mother, I am humbled by your generoscity"
{{I called because I wish to discuss your returning home where you should be.}}
"My duties here aren’t complete."
{{The Mundane war is of no concern to us. You know as well as I that the Pnarran people have never involved ourselves with their fights. Our non-agression pact with the Dominion Shifters is still in effect after all these many years.}}
"Does this mean the Council will not abandon such a misguided document and join in this fight?"
{{Your place, Hunter. }} He bowed his head slightly in deference to the older lady. {{All is as it was before. We have seen the reports of your encounter with your other self. Your father and brother were astounded that one such as you could have developed to be so powerful had circumstances been different. Your father took full responcibility for his failings in teaching you our ways.}}
"That man was a ruthless killer that preyed on the weaker minded and terrorized small children. It has shamed me greatly to bear the condescending looks I receive from the Mundanes now as a result of his actions."
{{All the more reason for you to return home.}}
Hunter sighed. "I will admit, I have missed the ancestorial gardens. And had never intended my tour of duty to last this long. I thought a quick trip into federation space to conclude the purchase of several defensive vessels for our system and that would be done."
{{Then why my son, why do you continue to remain on that station so far from the gardens.}}
"By my duty and honor mother. I took an oath many years ago, while still young and stupid, to do the bidding of those appointed over me. You know our oaths hold strong. I cannot return unless released by my superiors or until this war is concluded."
The screen was silent for some time {{Your situation is understood my son. Youthfull transgressions should not be punished when one realizes they were mistakes. We will await the swift resolution of this conflict to have you amongst us once again.}}
"Thank you mother. Please inform Father that I think of him often"
{{eo puteus my son}} the screen blanked out. Hunter sighed. Sometimes he really hated his family.
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After the briefing
Marine Briefing Room
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"Major Towers. I want A Company to proceed to the Xerxes, and have her powered and ready to go. B Company will proceed to the Runabouts, and similarly have them ready for launch. You will command the Xerxes, while I oversee operations from the station. Understood?"
"Affirmative Colonel."
"the rest of you will be divided by company to different areas of the station. I want high saturation here people, but stay out of the civilian's way. If asked you will informt hem we are on training maneuvers joint ops with Station security. If ANYONE gives any civilians grief without my say so, you will answer to me! Batallion, Dis-missed!"
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Col Bret Maverick
USS Patriot NCC-5781-A
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V Adm Adam Heyting
Public Relations Office
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V Adm Nathan Hathaway
Chief of Starfleet Engineering
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FCol Hunter Williams
Gateway Outpost GS-2
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Cursed with an abnormally vast perception of this cruel reality, trudging through levels of intense emotion no small minded creature could withstand! So it is no surprise that, most of all, there is pain in superiority. I suffer because I am better.
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