USS PROPHECY: USS PATRIOT: various locations: ( "Saturday" )

From: Erik and Kim (kimtoussaint_at_yahoo.com)
Date: Sat Mar 31 2007 - 12:56:41 PDT


"Saturday" 
   
   
   
  ( continued from my "Arrests" post ) 
   
   
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  Location: PATRIOT
Scene:  Corridor
Time index:  Just before the Australian Opera, 
from my post "Angst" 
  StardateL: 2.70331.1355
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Ben had his nose buried in a Comm padd, reading 
the usual daily reports, when Mav appeared at his 
side.  
  
"Have a nice visit with your son?"  the marine
seemed strangely happy.  
  
Ben didn't look up from his text.  He simply asked
flatly.  
  
"Something you need, Mr. Maverick?"   
  
"Yeah."  Mav smirked.  "I thought we should have 
a chat about your girlfriend...."  
  
"My personal life is none of your concern."  Ben 
glanced at him, giving him a look of warning.  
  
"Now that you might actually have a chance at 
having one...."  Mav teased shamelessly  "Beyond
the occasional performance as a 
"part time Daddy".... I think it is."  
  
Ben's lips pressed together tightly and he 
took a deep breath, struggling to keep his calm. 
  
"If you have a point to make, then...make it 
quickly and be done with it.  What are we 
talking about?"  
  
"We were happier when Daisy was here.  Both of 
us.  So, show me you're actually worth a damn
as an XO and get her back."  Mav demanded 
flatly, easily keeping stride with Ben. 
  
"Her career is her own.  She's got a good job 
on a supply ship...."  Ben almost laughed, still 
walking.  "I can't just snap my fingers and have her 
transfered here.  She's an XO now..."  
  
"She lied to you."  Mav boasted with glee.   
  
Ben froze and took a step closer to Mav, his face
contorted with both annoyance and concern.  
"Excuse me?"  
  
The Marine's eyes widened and he sniggered with 
amusement.  "Ooooooh !  There is someone home 
in there..."  
  
"What are you talking about?"  Ben demanded.  
  
"My clearance is higher than your's..."  Mav 
gloated.  "Remember?  I know this "Shameran" 
she talked about.  It's not a supply ship.  
I can't tell you what it really is...that's 
classified.   But, it's a bad place to be, 
Kenta.  Couldn't you see that?  How it's changed
her?"    
  
The color drained from Ben's face and Mav 
twisted the knife a little more.   "I'm sure you
were terribly romantic and noble about devotion
to duty and coping with maybe not seeing each 
other again for a couple years or so...and 
she promised you she'd be safe from harm, didn't
she? "  
  
Mav mocked him with a change in his voice so 
it sounded feminine.  "It's just a supply ship, 
Ben. You're the one usually in danger...not me,
I'll be fine...don't worry..."   
  
"Be quiet."  Ben whispered coldly. 
  
"She only left us because she was trying to 
save her marriage to that idiot, Zuri..."  Mav
replied back...just as coldly.  "She finally 
got smart and divorced him and that should 
have been enough to bring her back, to bring 
her home.  It wasn't."  
  
"And what do you expect me to do?"  Ben demanded. 
  
"We lost Selyara.  Do you really want to lose 
Daisy, too?" Mav asked calmly. 
  
Ben sighed awkwardly.  His chest rose and fell 
as what Mav had thrown at him began to sink in.   
  
Then, he abruptly shoved his comm pad into Mav's
hands and said,  "Take my meeting with Engineering
in half an hour...."   
  
A grin formed on the crusty marine's face as 
he watched Kenta heading towards the transporter
room....
  
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  Location: SB1
Stardate: 2.70331.1341
Scene: Holosuite 5 rather than the Transporter 
room as Mav expected...
Time index: Later
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Ben stared across the mat at his opponent. His 
breath was quick and deep, his pulse fast. He wiped 
sweat from his brow, and nodded, signaling he was 
ready for an attack. The other man nodded back, and 
the fight began again. The other man was better than 
Ben. He was stronger and faster, and programmed with 
mastery of every style Ben was aware of. He'd always 
preferred training this way. It forced him to learn 
quickly, and kept him sharp. One day, he would 
consistently beat this program, and then it would be 
time to design a better one.
  
Today, though, he was struggling more than usual. 
He was still young, but his physical prime was making 
a slow transition to a thing of the past. He was still 
in much better shape than almost anyone he knew. 
Constant conditioning and years of habit made his 
body something a great many younger men would envy. 
If there had been an audience, no one would have 
noticed that age was starting to take its tole, but 
lately he could feel it. His limbs felt slightly 
heavier, moved slightly slower. His muscles burned 
with exhaustion after less time. 
His lost his breath sooner.
  
The change would be imperceptible to anyone who 
hadn't watched him train his entire life, but to him 
the reality of age struck him harder in these sessions 
than the blows of his opponent. It was the start of a 
battle against an opponent that could not be beaten. An 
opponent who would someday rob him of all his strength, 
endurance and mobility. It would reduce him to a 
frail, feeble thing kept alive only by the grace of 
the artificial, plastic joints that allowed him 
to walk, anti-grav units that kept his own weight 
from crushing his brittle bones. He had seen men like 
this, and watched them struggle to do the simplest tasks, 
happy only to still be breathing. For him that fate was 
still far off, 100, perhaps 120 years down the road, 
and only if he lived that long in a dangerous profession. 
  
Still the thought was a terrifying one when it struck him, 
and all he could do was resolve to fight against it for
 as long as he could. That is what kept him fighting, 
training, conditioning far above the minimum Starfleet 
requirements for someone of his rank and age, far above 
the minimum even for the young enlisted men and women. 
That is why he took physical evaluations twice a year 
though Starfleet would settle for a token exam done 
once in five. It was his way of defying time.
  
That wasn't his purpose here today, nor his problem. 
Today he was blowing off steam, and clearing his mind. 
Maverick's revelation had ignited a flame in him that 
he was eager to snuff, though not the one the marine 
had intended. Ben knew Mav had only been too happy at 
the opportunity to inflict a wound of any sort on his 
old rival. That his primary goal was to see Ben in pain 
at the knowledge of what he had called a lie. But Ben 
didn't call it a lie, he called it duty. 
  
He and Daisy shared a career that required secrets. He 
had spent he last seven years of his life keeping 
secrets from the people he cared about because it was 
his job. It was her job to, and he understood 
it. His only anger was at Mav for violating that duty, 
if only in spirit not letter.
  
But he also saw another purpose in Mav's provocation. 
He wanted something it was beyond his power to achieve. 
He missed Daisy, and he wanted her back in his life, 
as badly as Ben did, but he knew he could not persuade 
her to come back. So he had tried to manipulate 
the one person he knew that might be able to convince 
her into doing it for him, and it that he had failed 
too. Ben had no intention of trying to talk Daisy into 
coming back to the PATRIOT, and never had. 
  
She had another home, another crew, where people 
depended on her. He wouldn't ask her to give it up, 
and even if she volunteered, he would not let her 
serve under him. That conflict was not something he 
could accept. He knew already he could not give orders 
that might send her to death. He did not want to deal 
with the temptation of favoritism, or the accusations 
which would surely come whether they succumbed or 
not. It was a battle he was not prepared to fight.
  
Ben wasn't sure what had made him deceive Mav into 
thinking he had succeeded. Some cruel form of pity 
perhaps, but though he felt it was wrong, he could not 
bring himself to regret it. 
  
It served him right.
  
Both the PATRIOT and Daisy's ship, whatever it was 
called, would soon be given new assignments, and their 
other commitments meant they had very little time left 
for each other. Ben didn't know how the next meeting 
would go, but he knew he would never reveal he 
suspected she was going anywhere but to a supply ship. 
She would feel better if she thought he had no reason 
to worry, so he would give her that.
  
He felt the sting of plastic on his face as he hit 
the mat, he had not expected that move, but he wouldn't 
fall for it again. He wiped a trace of blood from his 
lip as he rose once again to his feet. He stared across 
the mat at his opponent, and nodded.
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  Location: USS PATRIOT
Scene: EXO's Office
Time Index: Later that day
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The doorchime brought an unbidden smile of satisfaction 
to the EXO's face. He knew who was coming.
  
"Enter."
  
Maverick walked in on heavy feet.  "I didn't expect 
you back so soon, did you talk to her?" Ben thought 
he sounded as if he was trying to sound gruff and 
non-commital.
  
"No, I didn't." Ben said, not looking up for the PADD 
he'd been reading.
  
"What!" The Marine almost roared with incredulity. 
"You were supposed to go convince her to come back."
Maverick glared at him.
  
"I'll do no such thing." Ben replied flatly. "She's
 made her choice, and I'm not going to interfere."
  
"Oh, great...."  Mav roared.  "Just let her go off 
on that god-forsaken ship to get herself killed....
what the hell is the matter with you?"
  
Ben finally put down the PADD and looked MAV in 
the eye. "People die in Starfleet every day, 
Colonel. Even our ship has it's fair share of 
casualties, and we've been lucky since you came 
on board. You weren't at TERRANA, or CARRAYA, or 
CALDERA. If you want Daisy to be safe, 
convince her to quit Starfleet, but I won't."
  
"But you don't understand the nature of her 
assignment." Mav continued, clearly angry.
  
"And I don't want to." Ben replied brusquely. "It's 
classified information, and I would appreciate if you 
followed the relevant protocol." He knew that remark 
would bother Mav more than any insult 
he could say.
  
"Dammit, Kenta..."  the marine groaned. "You're a fool"
  
"You're dismissed, Colonel." Ben answered, returning 
to his PADD. For a moment the Marine didn't move,  but 
eventually he turned and moved to the door, trusting his 
purposeful omission of the response protocol demanded to 
irk the Commander. As the doors closed behind 
him, Ben added "Thanks again for taking that 
meeting..."
   
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  Location: Starbase one: Feredir Dhinen  ( The personal ship of Drake ) 
  Scene: Just outside containment area
  Time index:  Just after my last post
   
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  Foster's voice could be heard.  
   
  "Why is any of this necessary?  It was a joke and she 
  deserved it!"  
   
  "Be quiet."  Matthew groaned, annoyed.  
   
  "Is Lynette ok?"  Peter asked, concerned.  
   
  "She'll be ok."  Daisy sighed. 
   
  Maddie materialized and approached as close to 
  warp speed as her legs could manage.   
   
  She was alarmed to see how three of her senior officers
  were already back in uniform and looking grimly serious. 
  To concerned by indications of some type of "Emergency" 
  to bother with formalities, she still wore civilian clothing
  as she confronted her XO...
   
  "Daisy - what's going on?  And how could you let me 
  leave on a vacation without telling me about Harper?"  
   
  Peter perked up and asked,  "What about Harper?"  
   
  Maddie and Daisy both turned in unison and quickly 
  replied,  
   
  "Nothing."   
   
  Peter blinked, confused.  "Ok...."  
   
  "The charge I've leveled against Cade Foster on '
  Lynette's behalf is misdemeanor assault."  Daisy 
  began calmly.  
   
  "This is a joke..."  Cade protested.  "It has to be." 
   
  "No, Foster..."  Daisy snapped, annoyed .  "You 
  crossed a line..."  
   
  "Fine" , he snapped from behind a containment field.  
  "Then I expect the privelages due a civilian.  Drop me
  off with the local authorities.  I"ll do my time in a civilian
  brig and be gone from your precious little crew. "  
   
  Maddie studied both Cade and Daisy as her XO 
  stepped closer to the containment field and gleefully 
  boasted.  
   
  "I'll do no such thing with you.  Our ship and our crew
  are both classified which means any civilian privelages
  you get are at my discretion. "  
   
  Cade blinked. "What does that mean?"  
   
  Maddie burst out laughing as Daisy promptly replied,  
   
  "It means your ass is mine.  You're coming back 
  to the ship with me and for the one morning you took 
  it upon yourself to pull such a vicious and humiliating prank 
  on Lt. Ryan - you'll spend 30 days sitting in my Brig."    
   
  Cade turned to Maddie and pleaded.  "Can you 
  talk her out of this?"   
   
  "She's going easy on you."  Maddie laughed in his 
  face.  "Drag me into this and I have a feeling you're 
  looking at more than 30 days....so maybe you 
  should sit down and be quiet..."  
   
  Foster meekly sat down and sulked.  
   
  Maddie started to smile at Daisy...who just turned
  and stomped away...still furious....
   
   
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