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Post by Andrew Rice on May 22, 2017 23:38:13 GMT
Hamlet
General Statistics Rank: Lieutenant Sex: Male Race: Klingon Nationality: Scottish Birthplace: Ketha Lowlands, Qo'nos Weight: 127 kg Height: 209 cm Age: 57 years old
Physical Description Has an incredibly imposing stature at 6ft 10in tall. Has green eyes. Black hair with numerous grey streaks. Is missing his right little finger, and has a scar on his chest marginally below the postion of his heart.
Is actually not as imposing as his height makes him appear; he is good natured and doesnt posses the generally inherent aggression of a Klingon, being quite polite and well mannered. Has a distinctive Scottish accent. He is also softly spoken for a Klingon, and rarely shouts or growls. He is however utterly eccentric.
Family & Personal History Spouse: Cre'el (Wife) Parents: Kretok (Father, deceased), T'mara (Mother) Siblings: 5. Macbeth (Brother, deceased), Regan, Desdemona, Ophelia and Rosalind (Sisters) Children: 5. Artur, Thomasz, Miral, Sames and Tarya Other Family: Qel'na (Biological Mother, deceased)
1st son of Kretok of House HoQaa; Hamlet (named for his father's favourite Shakespearean play) was born to an eminent family on Qo'noS, his father being the Klingon ambassador to Vulcan. His mother Qel'na, died not long after he was born, after which his father moved to Vulcan to be closer to his work. He eventually met, fell in love with and married T'mara; the Vulcan ambassador to Qo'noS, the family then moved to Earth, due to pressure from T'mara's family from her marriage to a Klingon. They searched for somewhere agreeable to live, before finally settling on Scotland.
His father belonged to a group of Klingons who believed in a revival of the Empire's Golden Age; a time when combat was not the core principle of Klingon society, when they took on more artistic and scholarly pursuits; hence Hamlet and his 5 half-siblings were brought up in kind. They were taught a healthy respect for nature and the sciences and were trained to overcome their animalistic urges and aggression. Hamlet's father groomed him in interplanetary law, with high hopes that one day he would become a barrister or a politician.
However, Hamlet and his brother Macbeth rebelled when the latter turned of age and fled Earth to join the Imperial Fleet, where they both served aboard the IKS Khitomer. The Khitomer was fraught with bad luck over the years, and the brothers were both able to obtain the rank of Sogh relatively quickly. They both served for a number of years, until the outbreak of the short lived Klingon-Federation war. Their father denounced his loyalty to the Empire and Hamlet followed suit; Macbeth did not however and was killed shortly after; in battle with a Federation ship.
In a deep bout of depression; Hamlet lost his way. He drifted from slum world to slum world, believing he had disgraced and dishonoured himself and his family by failing to protect his brother. He refused to go home to his family on Earth because of this fact, fearing that they no longer loved him. He spent his time getting drunk in dive bars, fighting and maiming the locals in the hopes he could reclaim what he had lost. He was located by a group of hired finders; he fought them, mistakenly believing they were sent there by the Empire to kill him for desertion. After they eventually incapacitated him, they gave him the dire news that his father was dying, and his presence was needed. The group raced back to Earth, but were too late, and Hamlet was met by his grieving family.
Not all was lost however; his father had left personal messages for his children within the mind of T'mara. She initiated a mind-meld with him and showed him his father's last thoughts; he forgave him for leaving, told him he and the family never blamed him for his brother's death, and that he was always proud of him. He also implored his son to join Starfleet, saying that The Revival would be abetted by the Federation one day, and in this, both sides would need forward thinkers like him. This was the defining moment in Hamlet's life; it filled him with a renewed sense of self and determination, and as per his father's final request he joined Starfleet.
It was at the academy that he realised how much like his father he was, as he met and fell in love with a Vuclan named Cre'el. At first she was not interested in his advances, believing he was a stereotypical Klingon, but he was eventually able to wear her down. They went on to serve aboard their first ship together, where they married and had their first child. Hamlet was later asked to teach Klingon politics and law at the academy; a job offer he nearly didnt take until Cre'el was offered a position at Starfleet Medical. So the family moved to Scotland where he had grown up, and today Hamlet and Cre'el have two sons and three daughters.
Educational History As a child he had an extensive education. Very early on he gained a love of the sciences; in particular astronomy and astrometics due to the beauty of the cosmos. His step mother trained him in Vulcan logic and reasoning, whilst his father taught him law and politics. He was also extensively versed in Vulcan and Klingon culture and history. He was also taught and obtained a love of Terran literature and music.
He gained first hand experience in starship operations during his time in the Klingon Imperial Navy and was the IKS Khitomer's Chief Science Officer, obtained the rank of Sogh and with it gained some command experience and received a service commendation.
At the academy he did fairly well. Had unexpectedly high marks in all major scientific fields, specialising in astrometrics and subspace dynamics. Whilst showing skill in armed combat, does not possess the general inclination towards it. Possess practical engineering skill, but not extensive training. Had average passing grades in Piloting and Navigation. He became a qualified field medic, in the effort of swooning after his future wife. His highest field of study was xenopolitics and law, specialising in Klingon and Vulcan law, later receiving his academic year's highest marks. He also passed the bar exam whilst at the academy, and undertook JAG officer training.
Taught Klingon politics and law at the academy for seven years. Is a rising expert in the growing field of Tkonology; the study of the technology and culture of the Tkon race.
Medical History Is missing his right little finger. Has a scar just below his heart, caused by a bat'leth during training with his brother in his twenties. Is the primary focus of his regular medical checkups. Was once abducted and medically experimented on; within the artificial reality of a bio-neural pod, was forced to experience multiple deaths both psychologically and physiologically.
Service History 10703.22 - Became Professor of Klingon politics and law at Starfleet Academy 11409.24 - Assigned to the U.S.S. Sentinel as SCI 11503.09 - Promoted to Lieutenant Junior Grade for quick thinking during the Sentinel's energy crisis and aiding in the rescue of the USS Artur 11507.06 - Awarded the Captains Letter of Commendation for oustanding service to the U.S.S. Sentinel and her crew during the Tzenkethi incursion 11507.06 - Assigned to the U.S.S. Sentinel as CSO 11612.11 - Promoted to Lieutenant for the Advancement in Understanding of Tkon Technology and Subspace Mechanics 11701.04 - Assigned to the U.S.S. Chiron as CSO 11801.17 - Awarded the Captain's Letter of Commendation for conspicuous dedication to duty in a time of crisis 11801.17 - Awarded the Cochrane Medal for Advancement in Understanding of Underspace Mechanics. Shared posthumously with the late Dr. Onishi.
Other Service Notes Discovered the presence of Carcharodon Carcharias (Great White Shark), Physeter Macrocephalus (Sperm Whale) and Mesonychoteuthis Hamiltoni (Colossal Squid), among other species, on the planet Blue Haven. Neither of which belonged there. Was attacked whilst in a shuttle by a great white shark.
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Post by Andrew Rice on May 22, 2017 23:39:52 GMT
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Post by Andrew Rice on Jun 8, 2017 17:58:46 GMT
The Metron
During his research on the Metrons, Hamlet had gone through numerous bits of information on the species; none of it seeming o be all that helpful, though he did want one particular entry he found amusing.
"In all of my explorations, and the many delegations I have engaged with the most hostile of species; from the Tholian Assembly to the Sheliak Corporate; I have never encountered a race more repugnant than the Metron.
To those of us whom are mortal, they are veritable gods; with a visage they deeply entrenched within the histories of lesser races. Humanity, the Klingons, even the Ferengi have some classic historical references of them and the many alises their panteons went by.
They are by far, the most arrogant and self gratifying of all the transcendental species; which i find curious given their relative level of power. They pale in comparison to the likes of the Q Continuum who stand as high above them, as the Metrons stand above us, and the scope and range of their abilities is not as diverse as that of Organians, nor do they possess the patience.
They were certainly corporeal beings at some point of their evolution, the grand achievement of ascending the physical form altering their perception of the universe forever, and not for the better. For all of their bluster about despising contact with mortals, they rather relish it, for it gives them the chance to display their superiority in the form of tests. These tests vary in execution and are designed to test the very being of those forced to take them, and failing almost always results in at least one death; thus proving the Metrons correct.
But beyond the veil of the chronic Olympian hedonism, I have always believed there to be a great loneliness in their souls, an emptiness they cannot fill. If this truly is the case, the reasons for these tests are clear; whilst they have physically left the material world, they have not yet emotionally matured to the extent that they can let go of the material plane entirely. And it highlights the simple fact that they are neither omnipotent nor omnipresent, for their tests are the tests of life; something that can be witnessed across the stars.
In summary, I would not recommend engaging the Metron in any way. My own spiritual engagements were met with hostility and celestial levels of hubris, and I had learnt all I needed within one meeting. They are a race who may never find their way, and by the time they do, they may very well have been forgotten or even... surpassed." Extract from The Gods in Reality: The Higher Order of the Universeā¢. By Captain Ilaihr of Andor
"Ahahahaha." Hamlet roared with laughter. "Well that answers a few questions, asks several more in their place..." He thought on, Ilaihr being a good judge in character, letting out a prolonged sigh. "We're gonna be pushed to our limits then."
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Post by Andrew Rice on Jul 27, 2017 8:36:38 GMT
A Momentary Lapse In Reason WIth Captain Sumner
Sara was not having a good day. Insulting your crew and guests was generally frowned upon, and it was hard to imagine that her momentary panic hadn't damaged her position at least a little, not to mention just generally being embarrassing.
She'd managed to wait about 10 minutes before excusing herself to her Ready Room. She spent the next 10 minutes with her face planted on her desk as she rode the waves of mortification. Now, after buffing out the facial imprint on her shiny black desk, she was working up the courage to do what she knew she had to.
"Mr. Hamlet," she called, having tapped her combadge. "When you have a moment, I'd like to have a brief chat in my Ready Room."
"Aye, Cap'n; I'll be right there." Hamlet tapped his badge, closing the comm. He knew the Captain would be calling to talk, but knuckling down with the Commander, the thought had slipped his mind.
He looked to Commander sh'Huvrek giving her a gentle smile. "I can admit, I was expecting to bite the bullet about five or ten minutes ago." He chuckled. "But there goes the first proper impressions, eh?" He patted the console, leaving the science station to her as he got up and walked to the ready room door, pushing the bell.
Sara didn't answer right away, her mind going through a final bout of panic before taking a deep breath, and carefully willing herself to relax.
"Enter," she called, pushing herself to her feet.
Hamlet stepped inside; the smile on his face, not souring, but neutralising to be more appropriate to the situation. "Captain." He nodded, folding his hands behind his back. "I have t'apologise ma'am."
He cut straight to the point. "I spoke out of turn on the bridge, and I was insubordinate to my commanding officer. I've not been under your command long, but I know this doesn't shine a good light on me."
Sara opened her mouth briefly, caught off guard by the apology. She eventually managed a soft chuckle as she ran a hand through her layered mohawk.
"Actually, I called you in so I could apologize to you," she said. "I lost my cool a bit, which I swear is actually unusual for me. I don't know if it was just being caught off guard, or what, but I was absolutely out of line with you, and others."
"Ah Captain, it's fine. I've been in Starfleet for fifteen years, and I spent half of those as a professor at the Academy; it's not the first time I've seen someone panic." He chuckled. "Its what people do under pressure. Even my wife panics sometimes, and she's a Vulcan and a doctor; you don't get a cooler combo than that."
He looked toward the small observation window, the strange shimmering of underspace taking the place of what should be stars. "We're in territory only one ship before us has ever ventured to and we have no idea how to get back... it's definitely the right time to panic."
His voice then shifted to a lighter tone. "Luckily we're not going anywhere at the mo', i'n't it?"
Sara gave a small sigh and tried to relax, sitting back down in her chair.
"Captains aren't supposed to panic outwardly," she said. "Especially when the thing they're panicking about isn't actually happening. I do appreciate your tolerance, though."
She looked out the same window, a slight frown on her face. The Vaadwuar had tunneled their way into the Alpha Quadrant, likely for less-than-peaceful purposes. There was a long list of 'last things' Starfleet needed to deal with, but this was definitely on it.
"Do you think they've been working their way out here the entire time?" she asked, somewhat idly.
"Even with a fully connected network, traversal from the Alpha to the Delta Quadrant through underspace could still take weeks, and it would take years to build them to the level we saw in the probe telemetry." He sighed, brushing at his beard. "I'd say they've been at it for at least a decade."
"From what we know of them, coming here is probably the best solution for them. The Delta Quadrant is a dangerous place, full of races like the Turei, the Kazon and the Hirogen; their only enemy here is Starfleet. They have blank slate to work with, because they simply don't have the same history in this region of space."
"So it could have been an opportunity to start over, and then we blew up three of their ships," sighed Sara. She took a moment to shake off the looming self-criticism about her decision to fire on the Vaadwuar; she was on edge enough as it was.
"We need to know how extensive their network is," she offered, getting herself back on track. "When you get a minute, take a look at the probe data."
"There's always two sides to a coin, Captain. One person's hero is another's villain, and all that." Hamlet gave Sumner his very best 'learned man' look. "But they had a choice and they chose to open fire upon us, without provocation, and it resulted in their destruction. And from what I have read of the Vaadwaur, they wouldn't have it any other way."
He nodded in agreement at her suggestion. "Understood. It'll still be coming in for a few hours at least, but it is paramount... can't let them ghost around the quadrant." He hummed to himself. "No matter how outdated their technology is...."
Sara hadn't caught the last part, her mind having latched on to a thought. She played with her lip piercing for a moment and looked to her terminal.
"Right," she sighed. "Keep working with Dr. Onishi on correcting whatever they did to our hull. If you happen to notice anything interesting come in from the probes, let me know."
He turned and made his way to the door, stopping short to look back and throw the captain a reassuring smile. "We'll get out of here, Captain."
Sara smirked and activated her terminal.
"If we don't, I'm putting it in your next evaluation that no one will ever read."
Hamlet rushed back to his console and the work at hand, leaving the Captain to the many things she had to ponder.
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Post by Andrew Rice on Oct 26, 2017 18:26:49 GMT
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Post by Andrew Rice on Jan 25, 2018 11:42:30 GMT
Update'in The Void With Shawna as Raqiin sh'Hruvek
After Captain Sumner's visit to the bridge, Hamlet had been sat idly going through underspace calculations, information from the Tkon database, and just sitting in the XO seat; watching the blankness, as Chiron passed through the Void. Captain sh'Hruvek had asked him for an update on everything before she was rushed away to the ready room, but he had nothing new or encouraging to offer her at this time, and it had started to weigh on him. He finally got up, deciding it was best to simply reflect on that nothing with her, than give her nothing at all. He quickly crossed the bridge, ringing the bell to the ready room, taking the brief moment before the captain responded, to fortify his 'optimism face'.
The days were passing by with nothing to show for it. It was weighing on the crew, she knew that, and while the pep talk from Sara had helped tremendously, it still didn't change the fact that the ship was slowly starting to fall apart, and they were going to be stuck here unless they could find a safe and smooth way to get back into underspace. And that didn't seem to be an option, either.
Raqiin overviewed a few PADDs, which mostly said the same information in slightly different ways about their not very changing situation, chewing on ice. When the chime rang, she set them aside, looking pleasant. Confidence had not always been her forte. Optimism, though, was--as the captain, the actual captain that was not her, had said, they were practically invincible. Just because she couldn't see a viable way out right in front of her didn't mean one didn't exist.
The door slid open. "Hamlet, welcome, come on in."
The old Klingon smiled, stepping in as the doors slid closed behind him. "Good day, Captain." He glanced at the neat pile of padds on her desk. "How are you doing ma'am?"
"Oh, you know. Dealing with the doldrums of command." She smiled back at him, though a little tired, sharing a joke. "I'm hoping something might pop up on long range eventually to give us even a hint of what direction we're going in."
"You and me both Captain." He motioned for the seat opposite her at the desk, before sitting down; not wanting to make the place look untidy. "I'm here to give you that report that you wanted earlier."
He sighed, before just jumping straight to it. "To be honest, I dont have alot... if anything at all, ma'am." He grimiced.
She shook her head, not at him, just at the whole situation. "That's fine. Apart from that report I got from Mac, that's basically what all the departments have been saying. I refuse to believe that Onishi's team can't figure something out, but it might simply be we don't have the supplies, resources, power, or structural integrity to even get the underspace drive to ever work properly again out here."
"We're missing something. I've gone over the calculations god knows how many times, so has everyone on Onishi's team, and it should have worked... it did work, but it was unstable." He shrugged. "I've gone so far, as to have lieutenant Terell send me everything we have access to, on the Tkon research we did."
"It doesn't look good," Raqiin agreed. "It could be that after everything we went through, with the reconfigured hull and all of that, we might not be able to get it stable out here alone. I hate that thought, but if after weeks you and the others can't find a workaround, it might have to be an idea we set aside rather than beat our heads against the wall."
"We're gonna keep trying every avenue, but getting out of the Void should be our focus at the moment; if only for crew morale. Not being able to see the stars is unsettling." His eye's wandered to the window in the corner. "As soon we see them, we'll be able to work out where we are, where we're going... the mood on the ship will improve."
"Hell, might give us the inspiration to get it working." He gave a reassuring smile.
"It could take a while." She dug out an ice chip from a nearby glass and popped it in her mouth. "It's so strange...to know the engines are running, but it doesn't look like we're moving. I'm considering ordering more downtime just to try and stave off the cabin fever. There's already a rotation in place for the holodecks because otherwise the lines get so long. The last thing we need is a fight to break out just because someone couldn't book their favorite spa simulation."
"Might not be a bad idea." He chuckled; a conversation with an Aenar about down time, seemed very familiar to him. "We could always set up one as a communal holoprogram. I know it decreases the overall amount of free holodecks for individualised recreation, but it would serve more personnel at a time, and anyone could walk in at anytime; leaving the others to be managed by a roster."
"Yeah? Yeah, not a bad idea. I like it. I'll get in touch with one of the yeomen to set that up." She couldn't help but laugh a little at herself. "You know, for a while at the Academy, I was intensely studying psychology. My advisors thought I'd be a good counselor. I guess that would come in handy now, huh?"
Sara had done her time as one, as much as Raqiin found it hard to believe. Surely she'd have better ideas, would have implemented them sooner. "Everyone's keeping up good work despite all of this...nothing. And I'm proud of you all for it. I just hope we can keep keeping it up."
"Y'know, its been so long, I don't really remember the Academy all that much. I remember all the years I worked there, but not really when I attended." His head bobbed about as he thought to himself. "Fuck, I'm old."
"But, Chiron's a good ship, with an excellent crew. I know its a relative term, but we'll be fine, I think. It's just gonna be a bumpy ride."
"You know, I wasn't going to say anything, but you're a bit outnumbered by us young kids." She said as if she wasn't nearing her 30s, far out of childhood. "You ever consider running a science vessel of your own someday?"
"When I was a teenager, I had this thought that I was gonna command a Kilingon Imperial cruiser." He shrugged. "But yeah I suppose I do, Maybe not a science ship necessarily... perhaps a bitza ship. Never know whats gonna happen next on one of those."
"I think these ships give me enough excitement for several lifetimes. I would never deliberately seek out anything more unpredictable at this rate." No, that had been when she was younger and needed to make her own way through the galaxy. "Getting lost in the Delta Quadrant, for instance. Didn't see that coming."
She didn't voice the fear that, after weeks gone by, whatever the Vaadwaur and Cardassians were planning, they might have sprung their trap by now, their hope for warning far too late.
"I've always sorta, gone with the wind... me. I've had to make some difficult decisions along the way, had some heartache, n'all that... but ya meet some colourful characters. One of your people, put me on that path actually; and he's the most colouful."
As Hamlet spoke with the captain, he became more relaxed as her XO, with his accent slipping and becoming more broadly Scottish. "Kinda lines up with wha' ma da' used to say; 'Take wha' you'r' giv'n, 'n' make greatness outtavit'..... Although Ilaihr is more like 'Whatever the winds o' fate bring, be it the good, the bad or the ugly... get really fuck'd up, and take it lyk a champion, and ya'll come outta tha oth'r end someh'w." He shook his head, looking the captain in the eye, and clearing his throat. "Sorry, I forgot where I was going with this..."
Her face scrunched, smile wide, trying not to laugh at his relaxed accent. He'd be wild to get drunk with; she'd never be able to understand a word out of his mouth. But her stalks stood straighter at the name dropped. "Ilaihr? You know Ilaihr? As in, cryofrozen, wonder of genetics, eighty year old cargo ship--that Ilaihr?"
"Aye. You'v 'e'rd of him?" He had a surprised yet unsurprised look on his face. "Ya're th'only oth'r Aenar I've ever met; but, he says'lotta things... tha' ya jus' think... tha' cannae be right." He shook his head. "I was absolutely cert'n this time, ya would'n know 'im, and this was an exaggeration that I'd caught 'im in. Damned if he dun prove me wrong ev'ry bloody time..."
"But he's a good friend o' mine. Over 200 years old, an' he c'n drink me under th' table."
"Hard for someone like me not to have heard of him. I'm half Andorian, after all. We've come a long way in reproduction." Somewhere in the back of her mind, she remembered Sara's request to use the data gathered in the zoo to help plot out a way for her and her husband to conceive. In a few ways, Raqiin was glad that they'd adopted instead.
"But he's not wrong. Take it like a champ and make it out the other side. Somehow. You were on the Sentinel before, right? I've read some mission reports." There's been a lot of downtime, after all. "So we're all familiar with doing that, taking our licks, pushing through."
"I'll have to introduce you to 'im, nex'time we're in the same neighbourhood." Even his eye conveyed a gentle smile. "I think he'd like that."
The mention of the Sentinel soured his mood a little, but he reminisced fondly. "She was a fine ship, lost before her time.... You were aboard the Breman, if I recall?"
She let out a quiet wow, but shook off what was sure to be a little bit of future starstricken...ness. "Er, yes, Bremen, that...she'd been through a lot. It was a shame we couldn't give her a better sendoff."
"I 'member you goin' missin'. Sentinel was one'o'th' ships assigned to go looking for ya.... di'nt ya end up in the future er som'thin'?" He asked curiously; it was something to do with time travel or alternate timelines, which make his story about the space sharks, look silly by comparison. "Sounds like we're just the crew for this ship, to be honest."
"And what a strange turn we took." He chuckled.
"I think you're thinking of the Tempest. Bremen just got ambushed, and we were floating just about dead in space in the Betreka Nebula. It had been a while since we suffered any time travel at that point," she added with a smile just a little big and a little strained. That week floating adrift and near death had been one of the lowlights of her career so far.
"But I wouldn't have any other crew here. Every one of us has seen the impossible, looked it in the face, and came through the other side of it. And we'll get through this, too, whether we have to fall into an alternate timeline ourselves or get sucked across the galaxy or--whatever happens."
"Amen to that, Cap'n." The Klingon raised an invisible glass to her words; looking at his raised arm, he had a lightbulb moment. "Maybe when we see the stars again, we should have a party. Celebrate makin' it through the dark."
"I know I could use the drinks, and the company." He too strained a smile, the thought of his family, somewhere beyond that tenebrous abyss.
"Through the dark and into the light." Raqiin nodded. "Hey, I'll even let you plan it if you want. I don't know what kind of party would be wilder, one that's Klingon influenced or one that's Scottish influenced. Might at least make for a good break from all the..." A gesture around the room, to the beyond. "All the nothing. But I promise you're doing good work, even if it doesn't seem like there's a lot of work to be done."
"Thank you, Captain. I'm no' much of a party planner, but I have a few ideas that'll spark the life into the crew." His eyes roll up to the corner, as he pictures exactly the kind of party the crew needs; his shoulders starting to bob to an imaginary beat.
He cleared his throat before continuing. "I hope you know you are as well, Raqiin." He gave her a serious look, but another gentle and reassuring smile. "Yer a fine Captain. I know ya want Cap'n Sumner back ASAP, but yer doing an exemplary job under extreme circumstances... you are destined for the big chair."
"Let's not jump that far down the line. I think after all this, the last thing I need is a sudden promotion and command of a ship under me." Raqiin laughed it off, though she had to wonder. He meant it as a compliment, but the idea of being in charge like that, more permanently, was utterly terrifying. "Parties and drinks and dancing, that is what I think I'll need after this."
Anything to forget the humdrum of nothingness. "We'd better get back to it. Even if there's not much to get back to." She lifted a PADD. "At least it's letting me catch up on paperwork."
"I'll buy you ya first drink then." He chuckled, nodding at her. "But I'll leave ya to it, an' see you on the bridge later, ma'am." Hamlet stood up and took his leave, returning to the executive seat; that like Raqiin, he was having difficulty getting used to.
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Post by Einar on Jan 25, 2018 19:05:04 GMT
that was a great log! really nice
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Post by Andrew Rice on Apr 12, 2018 18:18:53 GMT
The Magic Patient With Nox as Zo
Returning to the Alpha Quadrant had been as abrupt as when they left it; everyone on board the ship had been abuzz. Over the last day, Hamlet had been bogged down by first officer duties, finishing off a preliminary JAG report, and the general scientific enquiries that come from the position he was hoping to get back to soon; contacting his family had to go on the back burner for a bit.
Subsequent to his scientific research, he found himself at Starbase 375's medical bay, checking into the person they had to thank for their return home. "Knock knock." He said cheerfully, at the foot of her bed. "How is the patient feeling?"
Zo looked up from the padd she was looking over. "Oh, it's you..." She wracked her brain for his name and then gave up trying. "Came to see me in my hospital gown, huh?" She put the padd down on her lap and shuffled to sit up better on the bed. "One of the nurses gave me some... grapes, I think they're called. Help yourself."
He put his hand up to the offer, whilst chuckling at her insinuation. ""I'm alright thanks, lass. Just stopping by to see how you're holding up, since teleporting us fifty thousand light years with yer mind. Not to say it's not nice to talk to an attractive young woman." He shrugged. "But I'm not here for that. And, I'm certain my wife wouldn't approve, violently, with kitchenware, if I was."
"It's Lieutenant Hamlet, for future reference." He smiled at her sincerely. "So how are you feeling? Seems it took it outta ya, a wee bit."
"Well, it's a tricky thing... I am, on the one hand, looking forward to getting out of here, but that means stepping into another room where they'll run all sorts of tests and stuff. So... yeah... not the most exciting thing to look forward to, but it has to be done I suppose." She lifted the padd again, "Your Federation has a lot of legal stuff for me to read through!"
"Ahhh, beaurocracy. Isn't it great?" He replied sarcastically, grabbing a nearby chair and taking a seat."Is there any of it that I can help you with? I'm actually a trained lawyer."
"I know what yer thinkin'... Mr Hamlet, how do you wear so many hats; being a scientist, a lawman, a parent and a comedy genius, whilst still looking so energised? And I'm glad you asked... Its because I'm awesome."
"But anyway... Let's 'ave a look. See if we can't get paperwork out of the way, get you outta here a lil sooner and havin' some proper fun."
"Oh, that's okay," she said, withdrawing the padd. "And I'll be the judge of whether you're a comedy genius, Mr. Hamlet!" She let out a chuckle. "You're a parent?"
"Three daughters and two sons." He smiled, fidgeting in the chair, as it wasn't quite large enough for his frame. "I'd actually like to thank you... for what you did. You brought me home to them and my wife." He chuckled. "Now, if I could only getta hold of them."
"Must be nice having a family," she thought aloud. "You're welcome. You know, you're the first person to bother thanking me. Makes me think I should have left you all there." She joked, but it was clear that the thought had crossed her mind. "You can't get hold of your family? What's going on? Is it to do with all this fuss I'm hearing about Section 31?"
"It is, for the most part. It's loud, messy, and everything always ends up alarmingly stick, but I've found myself lost with them." He shrugged. "If they'd been on board; to be honest I would have happily stayed in the Delta Quadrant." While he continued to smile jokingly, it was obvious that he was actually serious.
"Oh, maybe. Bastards that they are." He replied off handedly to her query about 31. "It's more likely a combination of heavy comm traffic, and good ol' fashion bad timing. My wife's a doctor, so she's probably very busy... and children are... just terrible people... I mean, hard to get a hold of, even if you're only just in the next room."
"But, I'm sorry no one else has stopped by. Probably the one's causing all the bledy comm traffic." He chuckled, hoping to cheer her up. "Now... you've had many scans, and been asked many question; but I'm going to ask you the most import question that you have been asked in the last few days...." He paused for effect, before brandishing a padd. "What looks good to eat?" The padd contained detailed pictures of a wide variety of Alpha and Beta quadrant cuisine, although dessert based foods were heavily represented.
She found the Klingon to be a strange person, and not only due to the accent. Perhaps that's how her own parents felt about her. Well, she knew it was the case, that they thought her to be "terrible". A moment of doubt crossed her mind over what she was getting herself into. She could still zip out of here, change universe again, go back... but no, there was nothing for her there, and the temptation to go back would be too strong in the long run. And if she ever went back... it didn't bear thinking about.
"This one," she said with her usual happy-looking attitude. It was some sort of ice cream. "You know... that other officer. The Engineer... Mac, that's it. What's her deal?"
"Ah, an excellent choice." He laughed, going over to the replicator to fetch two bowls of the chosen ice cream; it was all the chocolate flavours layered together, with chocolate chunks, soft caramel, and chocolate sauce. "It's not really a meal, but it is a treat, especially when your in a sickbed; all the sweet goodness to make ya feel better."
He returned, handing her one of the bowls, a spoon firmly planted in the top, and sat back down. "It'll be nice to have something to eat with someone other than the pet." He then thought about her question, not having known Mackenzie for long he didnt know much about her, but he did think he knew what Zo was talking about.
"She recently witnessed a death, in a close and personal manner. I would surmise that she is still working with that traumatic experience." He nodded, before tucking into his ice cream; unwavering in his ability to shift in tone without a moments notice.
"Oh, her first time..." She tasted the ice cream, too rich for her taste but not showing it. "Yeah... the first time is always the hardest. I can't fix that one though." She shook her head gently, her eyes focused on a memory, before snapping out of it.
"I doubt if it was her first time... but... no one should ever really get used to it." He sighed, thinking a change in subject was in order. "So, tell me more about where you came from. Why did you make the choice to come here?"
"Oh... that would only drag the conversation down. Another time, perhaps. Actually, I do feel a bit tired." Zo smiled and ran a hand through her black hair.
"Perhaps another time then. I'll let you get some rest." He made a motion to stand, before continuing. "If you need anything, don't be afraid to call. I have recommendations for a doctor who will certainly be interested in your case, and any legal advice you may need in your dealings with Starfleet." He gave her a warm smile, hoping he hasn't already made this universe uncomfortable for her. "Or if you just want the company to talk to." He nodded at her.
"Thanks," Zo said as she started shuffling down the bed. "And thanks for dropping by," she added quietly, grateful that someone had bothered. She'd remember this.
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Post by Einar on Apr 13, 2018 6:51:27 GMT
that was sweet and fun ! I hope we see more of Zo
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