From: Nai Lara (nai_lara_at_internode.on.net)
Date: Sat Mar 15 2008 - 04:52:52 PDT
“Goodbye” Con’t from Rahul’s “Now is the Winter of our Discontent” Location: PATRIOT Stardate: 2422 [2.7] 1503.2251 Scene: Mess “This doesn’t make for light reading.” Tam muttered under her breath as she tried to battle her way through dozens of pages on the society and politics of the planet in question. Maverick sat down and handed her a cup of coffee while he nursed his own. “I think we’ve got the abbreviated version.” He shook his head. “Ah hell, I was never good at this stuff. Give me a fair fight any day.” He wasn’t too thrilled at all of this cloak and dagger routine. It was overly complicated. “Get this.” Tam began as she read through the information. “Forty years ago they discovered plasma propulsion and began space travel.” “Plasma?” Maverick snorted. Philistines. Plasma was incredibly unstable, not to mention dangerous and almost impossible to control. “How many ships got blown up?” He asked as he drunk from his cup. “A huge amount, but they didn’t care. They’re convinced that they need to explore space.” Tam replied. Bret shook his head and gave a bark of laughter. “Forty years ago they head into space for the first time. And now they want to invade another planet.” “A lot can change in forty years, Colonel. Even the best of intentions can change.” Ben stated solemnly as he joined the small team. It was early morning, in the middle of the night shift, and there were debriefing and reading notes about their upcoming assignment in the mess. Tam and Mav were there, discussing things, and hadn’t realised when Kenta and Tanith joined them. “Captain, didn’t expect to see you here.” Maverick grunted softly. “I needed a coffee.” Kenta smiled warily as he headed to wards the replicator. Tanith sat down at the table, while Tam glanced over as Kenta had two cups of coffee appear in the replicator. “Sir, when are we getting our undercover designations?” She asked as Ben turned with the coffee in hand and headed back to the table. “I’ve not received any information to that fact.” The commanding officer said as he slid into his seat. He didn’t normally interact with his crew on such as casual level, but they needed to learn this material and learn it fast. Only way to do that was to do it together. “They can’t expect us to go in without a story?” Maverick raised an eyebrow. “As Commander Sterling said – their agent on that planet was killed. It would be pretty hard for them to concoct a story and planet it if they had no one on the surface to do the work.” Kenta shrugged. “Having said that, they may just pull it off. Just be prepared for both eventualities.” “Grithir strikes me as quite xenophobic.” Tam offered up her learned opinion. Maverick’s mouth twisted into a faint grimace. “That’s why he wants to blow the colony up.” “You think he’s the Changeling?” Tanith asked. “Not necessarily. He could just be that way.” Maverick glanced up and smirked. “Ah Misses Clarkson, nice for you to join us.” He said as Catherine walked into the mess and shot daggers at the marine. If he didn’t stop calling her that soon, she was going to get cranky. =/\= Location: Earth Scene: Toronto park =/\= It was dark out, but Gorman enjoyed it. The night air was brisk, heavy with the scent of falling leaves. Autumn was well and truly alive. In his mind, autumn was bettered only by winter. “Jeff.” He turned as he heard his name mentioned and smiled as he saw a shadow moving slowly with a particular gait. Gorman smiled as he saw his original ship mate slowly walking up the bridge. “Tene, what are you doing here?” He asked, having recognised the voice and the limp, even though he hadn’t seen neither for a couple of years. “I suspected you’ll end down to Earth one last time before you shipped out.” Danara began as she stepped into the soft illumination of the moon. The smile on Jeff’s face faltered. “Tene…” The woman chuckled ruefully as she touched her weathered cheek. “Yeah, I know. The grey hair and wrinkles are a little scary, aren’t they?” They were almost the same age, yet she looked well over double that. “What happened to you?” Gorman asked. “T’Jal’s interdimensional device. I didn’t realise it had side effects until…well…lets just say, that I got an awful lot of mileage out of it.” Danara shrugged. It wasn’t too steep a price to pay for the work she had done. Especially now. Jeff shook his head, a little at a loss for words. He had used the device four times in his life with no ill effects. How many times did she use it to look like that? “I didn’t realise…I’m sorry.” “Don’t be sorry.” Danara leaned on the bridge railing. “Anyway, I’ve come to say goodbye and good luck. I won’t see you for a while.” “You make that sound final.” Gorman was worried, he had too many red flags pop up in his mind. Too many things to digest and understand. She wasn’t giving him the time to do it, deliberately keeping him off balance. “In this business, it could be.” Teneill glanced at him with her intense green eyes. “Stay well Jeff. If you need anything, Archer will help.” She said confidently. “Where are you going?” The woman laughed as she straightened up. “Tell you that, I’ll have to kill you, and that’ll really mess up my plans. And since everything has been in the works for years, I’m going to get pretty annoyed.” She moved her weight on her feet to keep off her bad knee. Jeff was at a loss for words. He missed her company, and her sense of humour. But she wasn’t the bright, fresh-faced ensign he had once known. Something in her was darker and older. This wasn’t the Teneill that he went on his first mission with. And he missed that. The executive officer smiled slightly. “Well, in that case, good luck.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ NRPG: Kick off Naomi Lara Lt. J.G. Catherine Sterling-Jade Intelligence Operative USS PATRIOT And Commodore Teneill Danara-Bennow Deputy Chief of Starfleet Intelligence From HyperNews_at_youth.net
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