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Post by Babs on May 7, 2017 3:22:25 GMT
Rebecca TerellRank: Lieutenant Commander Serial Number: 701023DC15A Division: Starfleet Diplomatic Corps, OPS Subdivision: Linguist/Cultural Specialist (Tkon cultural expert) Current Posting: OPS, USS Chiron NCC-77303 __________________________________________________________________________ Former Postings: (April 2396 - Sept 2397) Researcher at the Daystrom Institute - Archaeological Division. Also worked with Starfleet R&D, assisting in translating the engineering and scientific schematics that are found on the Tkon artifacts. (resigned 11704.24) USS Sentinel NCC-79088, Federation Ambassador __________________________________________________________________________ Physical Description: Race: Human, female. Age: 26 (at beginning of September 2397) DOB: September 23, 2370 Height: 1.63 metres Weight: 57 kg Hair: Brown, shoulder length, with long bangs. Eyes: Grey __________________________________________________________________________ BackgroundPersonal History (in progress) Only child. Parents were traders. Grew up in various locations as the family travelled throughout the Alpha Quadrant. [under development] Educational HistorySeptember 2388 – July 2392: Attended Starfleet Academy. Excelled in Linguistics, Communications, Diplomatic Relations, Federation History, Politics. Sept 2392 – Feb 2394: Served Diplomatic Corps as a Federation Liaison officer and did fieldwork as a linguistics specialist, based at Starbase 123. Medical History: Various bumps, bruises from childhood. No known allergies. 11507.20: Edema on right side of the brain, sustained when the Sentinel was struck by enemy fire during battle (2nd Tzenkethi War). Required surgery to stop bleeding and reduce swelling on the brain; treated. Three days of unconsciousness following surgery, also some issues with memory loss due to trauma. Moved from Sentinel to Vinland Station infirmary. Treated by Dr. Cre’el (Sentinel) and Dr. Velina Tailor (Vinland Station). 11511.16: Minor concussion due to being knocked to the ground from a plasma strike on the surface of a demon class planet during an away mission to explore some Tkon ruins. Complained of headache following the incident, treated. No permanent effects. (Dr. T’Kaveth) 11610.05: Disruptor burn on right thigh, sustained during away mission on Blue Horizon. Treated with dermal regeneration. (Dr. T’Kaveth) __________________________________________________________________________ Service Record: 11502.20 - Assigned to the U.S.S. Sentinel as AUX (secondary OPS) 11604.25 - Promoted to Lieutenant Junior Grade for upholding the highest standards of Starfleet diplomacy during first contact with the Quorum 11704.24 - Resigned from her position as Ambassador/OPS on Sentinel to pursue setting up a research laboratory for the Tkon artifacts on Terra, under the umbrella of the Daystrom Institute - Archaeological Division and Starfleet R&D. September 2397: Assigned to the USS Chiron as OPS 12110.15 - Promoted to Lieutenant Commander
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Post by Babs on Jun 11, 2017 18:17:04 GMT
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Post by Babs on Jun 11, 2017 18:19:04 GMT
11706.01 (September ...something, 2397?)
A time loop? More like a time spiral. Or maybe it was more of a time wobble… Oh hell, Becca had no idea. Whatever it was, they didn’t seem to be in the exact same timeline as they left just a few days ago. And temporal event or not, they still had to fix the situation on Cestus III. Rebecca remembered stepping on the Chiron’s bridge for the first time. She’d been redeployed for this emergency mission, pulled from her hiatus on Earth just a couple of months after they’d been rescued from the Bremen. Which meant that she should be walking off that turbolift, right about….now. Three days ago. She rubbed her head. This time paradox thing was giving her a headache. Ship’s sensors said it was the day they had left Starbase 331. But the attack on Cestus III had already happened. Or was about to.. And the crew that had been abducted by the Klingons, heading for Metron space.. were now suddenly standing on the bridge in front of them, apparently brought back by the flash of white light. And now it was time to do it all over again.
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Post by Babs on Dec 10, 2017 17:57:49 GMT
11712.07 Gibberish
Becca squinted at the lines of information contained in the data packet that the jellyfish creatures had sent over, right before their ship imploded.
Gibberish. Any other time, it would have made a fascinating subject to study. A completely new alien race with a completely new language structure. But there wasn’t enough time right now to translate it properly, and they had other problems to deal with..
Then it occurred to her that maybe it wasn’t a data packet at all.. But a virus. Right after it was sent, the ship had power fluctuations everywhere, and the comms to the away team sent to the Bradfield had gone silent. But if it was a virus, how would they get rid of it when they couldn’t translate the language it came from.. She sighed in frustration, pinching the bridge of her nose. If they couldn’t get out of this, they’d be dead in the water just like the Bradfield.. And they had no way of knowing what was happening over there. Then her attention was pulled to the viewscreen. A coded signal from the away team flashed from one of the Bradfield’s windows.
“Q.”
Hope? Or were things about to get weirder...
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Post by Babs on Mar 15, 2018 16:28:11 GMT
11803.08 A Home Cooked Meal
~~Somewhere in the Void, a few days before present~~
Becca slumped into her quarters at the end of a long day of nothing. More specifically, a long day of slogging through the vast featureless landscape of the Void. She was exhausted, and hungry. A warm light glowed in her quarters, even though she hadn’t turned any lights on yet.
“Sit down, put your feet up, Becca.” A delicious smell wafted from her kitchen.
Wait… she didn’t have a kitchen.
Becca stopped, confused. “Gramma?”
“Yes dear, of course it’s me.” Her grandmother stated without any fuss. “Dinner will be ready in five minutes. Sit, relax.”
The old woman stirred something in a pot, and a comforting spicy smell dominated her quarters. Her small table was set with her grandmother’s familiar tableware and overlaid with the old handwoven tablecloth that she’d made so long ago.
“Gramma… what are you doing here?”
“Oh.. I walked right in. The array was left wide open.” She smiled warmly at her granddaughter.
“I.. Ok.” That statement seemed oddly normal, and for some reason she accepted it without question. “It’s really good to see you, Gramma.”
“It’s wonderful to see you too, Becca. It’s been a long time.”
“The hasperat smells delicious.” Becca’s mouth watered in anticipation.
“It was your grandfather’s favorite when we were stationed on DS9. I miss living there.” Her grandmother’s brown eyes sparkled with wistful memory. “But we had to move when the Dominion War broke out. You know, out of all the worlds we visited when we were in the service, Gault was my favorite. I’ll never regret moving there. I do love the farm..”
“I always loved the farm too,” Becca replied as she sat down at the table. Her grandmother took the tray of hasperat out of the oven. Of course there was an oven.. And somehow this corner of her quarters resembled her grandmother’s cozy kitchen back on Gault.
Her grandmother arranged the fresh baked hasperat onto a serving dish and took her seat across from her granddaughter, setting the dish on a trivet in the center of the table.
“The animals best of all.. you had such fun with the wool-beasts. And the lambs were your favorite.” She served Becca a hasperat roll, and a hot bowl of soup.
“I remember one that lived in the house with us one spring.” Becca chuckled. “It even used to sleep on my bed.” She took a bite of hasperat roll, followed by a spoonful of soup. God, it had been ages since she’d had her grandmother’s cooking.
She sighed in nostalgia. The farm had been her favorite place to visit growing up. She’d even lived there for a brief time in between her parents’ trading missions, happily whiling away the hours helping her grandparents manage the livestock, and sitting at her grandmother’s knee when she spun the wool from the beasts, and wove them into colorful textiles, and told tales of her life to her granddaughter. Farming had been a dream of her grandparents, and the farm was her grandparents’ retirement gift to each other.
Gault had been absorbed into the True Federation only a year ago. Becca hadn’t been there in years..and with the new war it had been even more difficult to return. And now they were stuck in the Delta Quadrant...
“Gramma,” her tone turned serious. “I don’t know when I’m going to see you again. I don’t know when.. or if.. we’re ever going to make it home. Please.. Tell Momma and Dad that I love them. I miss you all.”
“Dear child, we miss you too.. But I know you’ll make it home. Don’t lose hope dear one. Don’t lose hope..”
A raucous sound blared in her ears, and her grandmother began to fade into her empty quarters.
And she woke to her 6am alarm, her heart filled with a profound sense of loss.
“I won’t..” she whispered to the darkness.
Another day of slogging through the Void...
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Post by Nola on Mar 15, 2018 18:20:50 GMT
Aww. Nice log, Babs
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Post by Einar on Mar 15, 2018 19:24:48 GMT
that was sweet nicely done!
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Babs
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Post by Babs on Apr 15, 2018 15:25:11 GMT
11804.12 I don’t feel emotionally involved in this current mission like so many others of the crew seem to be. I don’t know anything about this new intelligence officer. Well, not ‘new’. He’s apparently quite well known to the command staff, being a former member of the crew. The tension on the bridge when he stepped on board was so thick that you would have had to cut it with a bonesaw. Or some such silly metaphor. Maybe it’s good that I’m not emotionally involved. I think I prefer that, actually.. Being a newer member of the crew has it’s advantages sometimes.
I think Operation Seleyan Sun has sucked most of the joy out of coming home from the delta quadrant for me. We should be off seeing our families and loved ones after being lost for three months. And the way we that we got back was actually pretty damn amazing. I wish I’d also had time to talk with Zo, but there was too much going on after we got back. We only had two days before being shoved back into the thick of things. I finally sent the message to my family.. mom and dad, and my grandmother. It took me forever to record it, with all of the things that have been going on, and everything I wanted to tell them, so I only sent it a day ago. I haven’t heard back from anyone yet.. I hope they’re doing alright. I can't help thinking that my message to my grandmother is going to be delayed because she's inside the borders of the True Federation now.. And I don't know how this new offensive is going to affect her and others like her, who decided to stay put in former federation territory even when their government changed hands. She's tough though, I have to think it's going to be ok in the end.
I dunno.. Maybe I’m just stressed. There has barely been much real downtime, with all of the debriefings, physicals, evaluations, and all the prep work that goes along with getting sent out on a mission again. Maybe that’s why I feel so flat right now. I haven’t really processed it all yet, and we’re off again. Nearly everyone else has talked to that vulcan counselor. Maybe I need an appointment. If there’s any time…
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Post by Babs on Apr 26, 2018 18:44:37 GMT
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Post by spacedaisy on Apr 26, 2018 20:14:18 GMT
Awe I should have titled it... that was perfect!
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Post by Babs on Apr 26, 2018 20:23:37 GMT
Thanks You can still title it if you want to, easy enough to edit.
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Post by Babs on May 18, 2018 13:35:50 GMT
11805.14 We're With You (with Chris as Lt. Cordan)
”Lt. Terell to Zorya..” Rebecca looked over the list of parts that the Zorya had requested from the Chiron for repairs. “Lieutenant Cordan, we’re all set with the supplies. Two crates of console touchscreens, one crate associated wiring.. And.. “ She flipped through her console, reading the rest of the list, “A crate of bioneural gel packs. Please confirm that’s everything your engineering department was asking for.”
Cordan, sat in one of the jeffries tubes hears his combadge bleep, “Cordan here. Thank you Lieutenant, if you have them beamed over that would be lovely. I also wouldn’t mind a hand installing a few of the bioneural gel packs, mainly because I want to make sure all the inputs and outputs are the same.” He says as he adjusts an influx valve one of the sections of the jeffries tube.
“The engineering staff must be stretched thin over there with so many repairs to make. I think I can take time out to give you a hand..” Rebecca craned her neck to look around the cargo bay. Everyone else was either busy with the investigation or involved with some part of assisting the Zorya. The investigation was well underway already, so she chose the latter.
“They can spare me for a little while, but I should try to be back here before the three hours is up. It doesn’t sound as if it will take that long though.”
Cordan chuckles, “Of course it won't take long. I am in section 3 a of the jeffries tubes on deck 5 when you beam over. Is there anything you need from me?”
“Maybe a hypospanner or a laser micrometer.. I haven’t had my own toolkit in quite a while. I’ll meet you there in a few minutes. Terell out.”
Rebecca arrived on the Zorya shortly afterwards, accompanying the shipment of crates. The first thing she noticed was the acrid smell of smoke that pervaded the damaged vessel. The second thing she noticed was the same haunted expression of loss and exhaustion on nearly everyone’s faces. It had obviously been a rough couple of days.
She called up to Cordan. “I’m here, I’ll be up in a few minutes..” She made her way through the maze of tubes and ladders and soon found herself at the correct junction, with the Zorya’s chief of operations working away at a hole in the side of the tube.
Cordan turns his head around to see the Lieutenant, he crawled out of the tube into the junction to greet her. “Lieutenant Terell I presume.” he says smiling and sticking his hand out for Terell. “Welcome to the Zorya, find your way here easy enough?”
“Thank you.” She smiled extended her hand to shake Cordan’s in greeting. “Although I had to take a detour around sickbay, they’ve got a section blocked off, working on repairs to the ICU systems.” She sat herself near the open panel that Cordan was working on, noticing a couple of dead bioneural packs laying next to it.”How is the gelpack replacement going?”
“Sorry about the blocked off section. I should have told you about that.” He looks over at the gelpacks and back again, “Ok so far this is one of the last sections to be replaced if you could open up the panel opposite and replace those done we will be almost done.” He picks up a engineering kit and holds it out, “Here you go. Got an engineering kit just for you. I assume you are ok with this?”
“Absolutely. It’s the least we can do, I’m sure you can use every hand you can get.” Rebecca took the engineering kit and removed a series of tools to connect the new packs. “You guys seem to have taken quite a hit in that battle,” she remarked as she set about testing the power to the input connections. “How many ships were there?”
He thinks back, “I think it was the main Sovereign ship we are after and many many drones.” He says fixing a gelpack into its socket. While re-configuring the power settings to match the gelpacks.
‘Ah, we heard about the Voltaire. Must have been quite a number of drones as well to do this much damage."
“I can't remember much from the battle but it was a few drones but I think it is what we shot, that created a shockwave, that did the number on us. I mean we damaged them but we were just out the blast radius when it hit us.”
“Sounds like a rough time..” She nodded sympathetically. “How is the crew holding up? I understand you lost your Captain.” She finished testing the circuit and fixed the second gelpack into place and attached its related power coupling.
Cordan smiles, “It was but we got through it for the most part. The crew as far as I can tell are doing relatively ok some are struggling and grieving but others are ok and are able to deal with the loss. We lost a good man and a great captain all in one blow.” He wipes a tear from his eye, “I just wish I could have done something to prevent his death. Well to that I would have had to be a god or omnipotent like someone of the Q Continuum, I guess this means I am going to have to create a new holodeck program as well.” He says chuckling while inserting another gelpack into its socket.
“Sometimes all you can do is pick up the pieces afterwards. I’m sorry for your loss..” She finished with the gelpack, turning the power back on in the circuit. It glowed to life, transmitting it’s vital information once again, like a neural synapse. “And we’re with you. We’ll find the ones that did this. And the Granuaile...”
“Aye, we will catch both the Voltaire and the Granuaile and they can both get what's coming to them.” He finishes up and closes his panel up after making sure everything works, “So, I think I’m done here. Oh and while it is in my mind, if you guys ever need holographic anything just give me a call as I love doing it as it passes the time nicely.” As he says that he packs up his tools and puts them in his engineering kit, “I could give you an example later when everything is working again if you want. I regularly visit my program of the ship to try and get an idea about what the ship and crew can do. Also for the battle sims.” He says putting down his neatly packed up engineering kit.
“That sounds interesting. I’ll keep it in mind.” Rebecca nodded, packing up her tools also. “I need to get back to the Chiron now, but perhaps there will be another opportunity. Let us know if you need anything else..”
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Post by aoibheni on May 18, 2018 14:00:10 GMT
So nice to see intership cooperation. Such a pity your captains aren't as cordial!
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Post by Babs on Sept 26, 2018 15:00:30 GMT
11809.20 Music
To Rebecca’s comparatively limited capacity as an amateur musician, and even to her experienced linguistic ears, the alien music was completely incomprehensible. No discernable melody or repeating rhythm, not even a real theme. It was just a series of seemingly random clicks and squeals, with an underlying harp-like tone. It wasn’t in any format or code that the universal translator recognised, and she was having trouble latching onto any particular phrase or repeating sequence to begin a translation.
But it was compelling, addictive. Each second she listened drew her further in like an ancient sailor drawn to the legendary siren’s song.
There were no images along with the music.. Just the emotions that grabbed at her innermost soul and refused to let her go. Sadness. Despair. A profound gut-wrenching sense of loss. As if her entire world was being ripped away and left with nothing but a black gaping hole, leaving her paralysed with the intensity of it all.
And then the feeling was gone.
Almost half an hour had gone by, and she couldn’t stop thinking about it. She lifted her head, staring at the viewscreen where the ancient ship floated in front of them. The civilisation that made the music was extremely old, she guessed that from looking at the ship.
And they had lost everything. She knew that now without a doubt. They must have been highly accomplished to have created the music. What else had they made..? Who were they? Where had they come from? How had they ended up here?
She had to know.. she needed more.
She lifted the earpiece and slipped it back into her ear, letting herself drift away with the music again.
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Post by Einar on Sept 26, 2018 18:37:08 GMT
I am intrigued!
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