From: Justin Owens (teddy276_at_yahoo.com)
Date: Sun Feb 10 2008 - 14:03:20 PST
“Secrets are that which stories are made of”
(Continued from “ Introducing Giles and the Animal Library”)
~*~*~*~*~
Location: GS-2
Scene: Corridor near Docking Bay 22
Stardate: [2.8]0127.2105
Time Index: Thirty Minutes after Trell’s report
~*~*~*~*~
Looking around the corridor Thomas wiped his brow
before stretching as he stood up. Leaning his neck to
the side momentarily, Thomas happened to catch the
tail end of the conversation going on near him.
“Commander Kor is momentarily unavailable m’am, and
you still need to leave this area,” the young private
stated plainly and in a stern tone.
Kierenna smiled sweetly. “Let me make it simple for
you, private.” She inched her slender body closer to
the marine. “I am aware the war is going. As a member
of the press, I invoke the right me and my crew have
in speaking with any command personnel on this
station.”
The young marine wasn’t at all pleased or swayed by
the reporter’s comments. In fact he seemed to
gradually become more and more aggravated at each
passing lighthearted phrase.
Slipping his coat back on but leaving it open to
receive some form of ventilation while he walked,
Thomas slowly walked around the corner before standing
behind the reporter. A soft sign of relief appeared on
the stone like face of the young marine as Thomas came
into view. As the reporter continued Thomas shook his
head and then cleared his throat.
“Even with the freedom of press madam, I do believe
for your safety and the private’s you do as he has
asked and leave the area,” Thomas voice was stern and
unmoving as his eyes swirled slowly changing to a
yellow color due to his semi-annoyed state.
Intrigued by the arrival of the aCSciO, Trell curled
her lips into a broad grin as she inquired. “And who
are you by the way?”
Varn replied, curtly. “Lieutenant JG Thomas Varn,
assistant science officer on the station.”
“While I appreciate the concern you have for me, Mr.
Varn,” the Betazoid woman stated in a patronizing
tone. “If it wasn’t for danger, then there would be no
use for the press. Danger provides the meaty material
for a brilliant story. It’s what we live for.” Trell’s
eyes lit up at the last remark.
Nodding once Thomas looked into the reporters eyes the
yellow slowly mixing into a red-orange, “Even as
thrilled as I am to read the story your mind is
desperately trying to grasp around madam, it will have
to develop else where. Private if you would please
escort our nice reporter friend to the nearest
security point.”
Turning slowly Thomas’ coat floated open revealing a
flicker of white. Stopping Thomas quickly adjusted the
fabric closing the material once again before walking
on. Turning the corner down the corridor a small
feather fell from the bottom of the coat and landed
gently on the ground.
Being met by two security officers the private smiled
and gestured directing the young woman down the
corridor in the same direction Thomas had gone. Trell
stopped, spotting the feather at the corner of an eye.
“Keep moving, ma’am,” the security officer ordered,
exasperatedly.
“Give me a moment, I think I dropped something,”
Kierenna lied, smiling broadly. The Betazoid reporter
quickly picked up the feather and placed it inside her
bag. Glancing forward in the direction Varn went,
Trell became suspicious. Chuckling, she turned to the
guards and announced. “I’m ready to go.”
~*~*~*~*~
Scene: Promenade
Time Index: Twenty-Minutes Later
~*~*~*~*~
By now Trell had made her way to what used to be the
center of activity and news on Gateway. Just like any
city on any given planet, the best leads were always
found from the tongues of those believing no one was
listening; and what better place than a promenade to
find officers talking amongst themselves.
“I can’t understand it, there aren’t any avian species
aboard are there? I mean I keep finding these stupid
feathers all over the corridors, not many of them mind
you but still,” a petty officer stated trying to relax
with a friend.
Looking around if the coast is clear one of the duo
spoke in what she thought was a whisper, “You know
that Lieutenant that is being put in charge of the
Science department, they say that there is something
strange about him. I mean it stands to reason he’d
have something to hide too, because he served with
both Commanders Davidson and MacNeil.”
Leaning against a railing on the promenade the woman
smiled softly before waggling her eyebrows twirling
the white feather in her fingers, “Two changelings on
the base, makes a much more interesting story.”
Scene: Main Science Labs
Time Index: Same as prior
Thomas slowly walked around the science labs looking
at the large facility. His fingers running along the
console’s edge he breathed deeply, “Out of the frying
pan and into the oven.”
“Excuse me sir?” a Vulcan ensign questioned as she
walked by.
“Nothing ensign, just taking in the role of
responsibility,” Thomas smiled softly.
“I believe some where along the lines sir, someone
thought you’d be appropriate for this job. The logical
conclusion is that you are here because you are
believed to be a capable leader,” the young Vulcan
male stated.
“Believed is the operative word in that statement
ensign, but thank you,” Thomas stated before turning
and walking off.
~*~*~*~*~
Scene: Promenade Top Level à Corridor Nearby
Time Index: Ten Minutes Later
~*~*~*~*~
“Imagine meeting you in a place like this Lieutenant,”
a familiar female voice stated excitedly.
Turning slowly Thomas’ eyes narrowed as he had seen
the report that was put out, “Meeting is not the word
that I would call this Ms. Trell.”
Kierenna’s face put on her best effort of shock and
hurt, “If I didn’t know any better Mr. Varn I’d say
you didn’t like me.”
Thomas turned slightly before placing his hand on the
rails of the upper walkway, “Ms. Trell, it would be
advisible for you to not speak with many of the
officers on GS2.”
“Why is that Lieutenant, afraid they’ll get hurt or
their secrets would be revealed,” she stated almost
mockingly.
Turning and peering into her eyes Thomas’ swirled red
and orange, “No, merely for you own safety.”
Two Nausicans standing in the shadows nodded to one
another, “She paid us just to fight near him.”
“It shall be entertaining to see the Starfleet
officers reaction to our superiority,” the larger of
the two stated.
Without warning the two began walking out and arguing
as instructed. As they came closer to the small
walkway that Thomas had found himself being assaulted
by the reporter they began physically fighting. It
didn’t take long for security to be called but the two
Nausicans were already to Thomas and the reporter.
“What are you looking at Starfleet?” one stated moving
as close to Thomas’ face as he could.
Thomas did not react to the continuous verbal attacks,
which were being issued by either of the two thugs,
but remained still. Becoming annoyed one of the two
hired men took matters into his own hands striking the
reporter. As his hand went up for another swing it was
stopped by Thomas’. As the Nausican tried to move his
hand Thomas stared at him before landing a square
punch on his face.
“What are you?” the reporter asked surprised by the
augmented strength Thomas had.
“I’m complicated,” Thomas stated before being picked
up and launched off the side of the walk way.
“No! You were suppose to rip his coat off not kill
him!” the reporter shouted running to the railing.
Falling through the air Thomas flipped about slipping
out of his coat. Within seconds Thomas’ wings spread
out and he leveled off flying upward back to the
walkway in time to see security officers subduing the
two thugs. Shaking his head slightly, he made quick
get away from the eyes of those watching him.
~*~*~*~*~
Location: USS STONEHENGE
Scene: Lounge
~*~*~*~*~
{{Is Gateway station a breeding ground for
dominion sympathizers, or just a zoo masquerading as a
base of Starfleet operations?}} The perky trill
anchor flickered to life on the screen in the lounge,
and suddenly large crowds of officers were attracted
to it.
“I hate these FedComm reports, they are all
biased against Starfleet.” Ensign Strobt complained,
shuffling his feet.
“Starfleet is just an easy news story for lazy
reporters.” Quipped Ensign Vaan from engineering.
“You heard them laying in to Commander Davidson
yesterday. The thought that she could be a Dominion
sympathizer is ridiculous.”
“Well, if she *is* a shapeshifter, it’s unusual
for her to transfer in the middle of a dominion war
zone.” Doctor Copano Kagiso argued.
“Shut up, Copano.” Nurse Kaikura almost slapped
him in the back of the head. “You worked with
Commander Davidson for over a year, you know her
better than those idiotic reporters.”
“Yes, but I like to play Devil’s advocate…” the
young doctor whined. The Andorian nurse shot him a
fierce glare that made him swallow his protest.
Another ripple of argument went through the crowd
before Lilly Kwon’s clear voice broke through. “Shut
up, everyone! That Trell woman is coming back on.”
There was a hush of compliance as Kierenna Trell’s
face filled the viewscreen.
{{What started as a game of cat and mouse has
turned into a drama of Cats and Birds…}} she started,
with a slight smile to her expression. From the back
of the crowd, Sylvia Warren groaned in worry.
{{There is no registered avian species onboard Gateway
station, but there seems to be a birdman in the house.
Lieutenant Junior Grade Thomas Varn, a longtime
associate of Commander Davidson on the SHAMERAN, hides
his own animalistic secrets.}} The viewscreen flashed
to clips of Thomas’ fight with the Nausicaans,
including a grainy but clear view of him unfurling his
wings and flying. And audible gasp went through the
STONEHENGE ’s audience.
“I always wondered why he wore that coat…” Vaan
murmured.
Strobt, who had worked in the same department,
shook his head. “He would have been fine had he not
hid those wings. He should have just pretended they
were always there.”
“You mean he wasn’t born with them?” Vaan asked.
“Shut up, all of you!” Sylvia Warren stood,
clenching her fists. “This isn’t funny! This is a
FedComm reporter tearing our friends and crewmates to
shreds!” Even Vaan and Copano were at a loss for
words when Trell decided to put the last nail in the
coffin.
{{Is Commander Davidson gathering her own legion
of mutant freaks by her side to completely secede to
the Dominion? This is Kierenna Trell, bring you up to
the minute updates right from the edge of Federation
territory}}
Red faced and shaking, Sylvia leaned on Lilly
Kwon for support. “So help me God, if I ever see that
Trell woman, I will smash her teeth in.”
Lilly gave her friend a quick hug. “I’ll hold
her down for you, honey.”
~*~*~*~*~
Kim: I hope you enjoyed this and it was worth the wait
NRPG: TAG EVERYONE!!!
Joint effort by
Ranjani Sabarinathan
Speaking for...
[/\]o..
Lieutenant Commander Kathryn MacNeil, MD
Temporary Chief Medical Officer
USS MERCY
&
Jamie LeBlanc
Lieutenant Aerdan Jos
Chief Medical Officer
USS STONEHENGE
&
Justin Owens
Lt. Jg Thomas Varn
Science Officer
Gateway Station
a.k.a
Lt. Jg Jolem Blackstone
Junior ACT Instructor
Starfleet Academy
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