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Post by Kae on Aug 10, 2017 1:31:42 GMT
"Reflections on Promises"
"Really? Did you seriously just pick another fight?"
Noemi rolled her eyes at her roommate. The astrophysics major was laying on her stomach on the floor, books spread around her, when Noemi walked in, split lip and black eye.
"What's the big deal? It wasn't my fault, the dude was trying to push this girl into going home with him, so I hit him and he hit back. Fortunately, I banged out before the authorities showed up. He looks worse."
Reva Terin sighed, "You're just like my third host's eldest son, I swear. Edzen was always getting into fights."
"Wasn't he an athlete?"
"No, that was Driel. Sorry, I know, us joined Trills are so confusing."
Noemi sighed and flopped backwards onto her bed, "My dad's cousin was joined. I haven't met the new host yet, and it's been... wow, it's been fifteen years or something. The new host is a captain now, I think."
"Then I'm sure you're used to this wierdness."
"Considering my aunt didn't know how to play tongo until she got joined, I'd say so. Also, don't play tongo with me. I'll steal all your money."
Reva smiled, but then it faded, "Noemi, you really need to get that-"
"'Emi, what did you do this time?" another voice asked. A blonde wandered in and flopped onto Reva's bed, "Oh, heya Reva. How's studying?"
Reva sat up, "Caroline, will you convince your girlfriend not to pick fights?"
Caroline looked closer at Noemi and snorted, "Do you think I can? There's plenty to be said about gingers here on Earth. Getting on their bad side is not something you want to do."
"You do remember that I'm Trill, right?" Noemi pointed out, gesturing to her spots. Caroline rolled her eyes.
"But anyway, did you hear? The San Fran cops are on campus, looking for a brunette female, nothing else. Looks like you're safe, 'Emi. You hit the guy hard enough that he doesn't remember you and nobody who was there wants their friendly unofficial bouncer to go to prison. Just... be careful, okay?"
"You got it, Roli."
Years later, Noemi looked back on that particular memory and knew she hadn't kept that promise. Here she was, an Intel field agent and a tactical officer. Her job was to get hurt and to protect others.
Maybe that was one of the many reasons she and Caroline had split up...
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Post by Kae on Aug 10, 2017 1:34:02 GMT
"Beginnings"
Ensign Noemi Idaris, just five weeks out of the Academy, sat nervously in a chair situated just across the corridor from a non-descript office at what she knew were the headquarters of Starfleet Intelligence.
She could hear the raucous laughter issuing from inside, likely two people, maybe three. She was about to make a mental note of how one was speaking Bajoran at a few points when the door opened and two people walked out. The first was a human admiral with a visible phaser on his belt and what looked to be a knife in his boot. The other was a Bajoran captain with the same, and what was probably a Militia issue pistol tucked in her waistband.
"Ah, Ensign. Go right on in, the commander is expecting you," the human man smiled.
"Uh, thank you sir!" she squeaked, hurrying in, ignoring their laughter.
At the desk sat a Betazoid woman, small in stature, but she made up for it with her sheer presence.
"Ah, Ensign Idaris. You have quite the disciplinary record here. You got any idea why you're here?"
"Um, no ma'am, I don't."
The commander looked up, "Don't ma'am me, I work for a living. If you want to be formal, 'sir' will do fine."
"Yes sir!"
The woman shuffled through some PADDs and pulled one out, looking over it before holding it up, "Your file came up in a stack of files of potential Intelligence officers. Funnily enough, you're the only one with the kind of track record that you have. Three disciplinary actions, several mentions of fights with other cadets, apparently was a suspect in an assault at one point. You're a fighter, kid. I like that. I don't like ill-behaved children, though. I have enough of that at home."
Noemi clenched a fist, "Permission to speak freely?"
"Go right ahead."
"Only once did I instigate a fight and that was because the other party needed to be taken down a few pegs. The rest of the time, they were assholes who tried to mess with the wrong person. The disciplinary actions were, in my opinion, a load of shit."
The Betazoid laughed, "Dear gods, you sound like my eldest when she's trying to talk her way out of something. Look, Idaris, you're a good kid. But I need people I can trust and your record doesn't exactly give me hope."
"All of those were in my first and second years. Third and fourth years were the years my girlfriend kicked me into shape."
"I know. Which is why I'm bothering to talk to you. You've got a good eye, an analytical mind, and a fighter's instinct. You're a security officer, but you're also level-headed when you want to be. So, why are you here? This wasn't mandatory."
Noemi took a deep breath and began, "I'm here because this is a way to protect the Federation. My aunt died for the Federation and so did several people I knew as a kid, visiting her posting. I want to protect innocents and sometimes getting down and dirty is the only way to do it. Many people are too squeamish to do what has to be done."
"Hmm. It certainly makes sense. You know, those words are very similar to what the recruiter said when they tapped me for service at the end of the Dominion War. Except there was a part about not telling the family and me laughing because my husband is a cunning bastard who can weedle all kinds of information out of me."
Noemi hesitantly laughed as the Betazoid laughed, "So, um..."
"Chin up, kid. You're hired. You'll report to Lieutenant Commander Harold Kepner. Don't mind how awful he's bound to look, he gets so into work he forgets what his quarters look like a lot of the time. Harold is a good guy, and he'll show you the ropes. You start training tomorrow, just take today to get to know everyone."
"Um... well... what's your name?"
She looked flabbergasted for a minute before replying, "Seriously? I never... wow, I do need more coffee. I'm Commander Lareia Colvem. Sorry, I should have led with that. Don't know what came over me."
Noemi nodded and smiled, "I'll go now, if it's okay."
"Go, go. Oh, and if any of the others give you a hard time, tell them that you have my permission to put them in the Infirmary. That permission extends for forty-eight hours, so make the most of it. After that, most won't bother you. They know the drill. Also, they like to haze newbies for some dumb reason."
Noemi was kinda starting to like Colvem. The woman was chatty and she smiled a lot, probably to put people at ease.
"Oh, and Idaris?"
She started and turned to face her new boss, "Yeah?"
"The knife in your boot is non-standard. Where's it from?"
"Uh, right. It's Nausicaan. Gift from my aunt, she thought it was funny. Dad didn't."
Colvem laughed, "Figures. I met your aunt once, she was just the sort to pull that. Dismissed!"
Noemi hurried out, a smile starting to grow on her face. She had a feeling she'd like it here.
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Post by Kae on Aug 10, 2017 1:36:40 GMT
"A Semi-New Job"
"Sir? I've got the latest reports, they're particularly interesting this time."
Lieutenant Commander Harold Kepner looked up, "You say that every time, Idaris. They're always the same."
Lieutenant j.g Noemi Idaris grinned, "Oh, trust me, sir. This is very interesting. You should see what they've been up to."
Kepner perused the reports and then laughed, "Oh, those naughty, naughty kids. Did they really?"
"They really did. They totally managed to blow up a Breen ship and make it look like pirates."
"But those were Starfleet standard munitions... quick, have one of the counterintelligence people leak something about a raid on a convoy. That should solidify their case should the Breen investigate. And... confiscate those Syndicate uniforms they borrowed. We could use those again."
"Yes sir!" Noemi tossed off a sloppy salute and headed out of the office, weaving through the haphazard desks and out of the large room, heading just down the hall to the smaller room with about half the people. This was one of her favorite places to be. Counterintelligence folks loved to go on and on about the latest field operative stunts, which were always amusing.
"Hey, I need one of you for a moment!"
Four hands stuck up and Noemi pointed at one, "Charlie, you look suitably bored. And what are you doing?"
"It's called Galaga. Old Earth game, pretty fun, actually," the agent turned, sipping his coffee, "What do you need, kid?"
"I assume you heard about the Breen ship that blew up?"
"The pirate attack?"
"Yep. Drop word on the net that the minutions used were stolen from a Starfleet convoy by pirates. Some official memo sent to sector command or something. Make it good, the usual."
Charlie promptly choked on his coffee, "Are you saying that it was our guys who did that?"
"Yep. They filed the report six hours ago."
"Prophets above," another agent muttered, "Which team?"
"I bet you it was Tariss' team. They love that sort of stuff," another one chimed in.
Charlie snickered as he read the PADD Noemi handed him.
"Nah, it's the new team leader. Alvarez, it seems. Isn't he only just out of the Academy?
"About a year out, but yeah. I think Tariss has competition," Noemi commented, reaching behind her to steal a donut from the guy behind her before he could notice. He always had a small box of them, he liked to claim he was feeding the beasts.
Charlie looked over the data, "Yeah, I can make this work. Alright, tell Kepner it's dealt with. He'll also be happy to know that Lisa will be back tomorrow, with pictures of her new nephew."
"I think we all will," Noemi pointed out, "Her nieces and nephews are always adorable."
"Humans spawn in strange ways..." a Hamalki commented, turning slightly to swivel his head their way.
Noemi snickered, "Everyone spawns in strange ways compared to your race."
"Very true."
Noemi made her way back to the analyst department and headed for her desk, surprised to find a PADD on the usually semi-clean surface.
Meet me at the 602 Club tonight at 2200 hours. Don't be late.
"What sorta cryptic voleshit is this?" she muttered, tossing the PADD aside and starting on another batch of reports that needed analyzing.
But, later that night, at about 2130, she realized that she couldn't keep her curiosity at bay for long, so she grabbed that mysterious PADD she'd taken home with her and headed out for the 602 Club.
The 602 Club was a very popular spot for Starfleet cadets and officers to hang out during their off-hours, so it was no surprise that Noemi was amongst a swarm of uniformed people headed into the club.
Noemi weaved her way through the crowd until she found a lone person in a booth, a PADD casually in front of him as he were reading. Noemi would have thought he was reading if he wasn't tracking her with his eyes. She moved over to sit down and tossed the mysterious PADD at him.
"Alright, start talking. I don't like cryptic messages."
"You're officially a gold shirt, right? Security?" the man peered up from the PADD at her.
"Yeah. Why?"
He shrugged, "Been talking with some folks. I'm about to lose my analysis specialist to a border outpost, so I need a new one. You're apparently one of very few that meets my qualifications. Turns out that most analysts don't have much combat knowledge, but you do."
"Who are you?"
"My name's Tommy. Tommy Alvarez. Lieutenant, junior grade. And consider this your offer to join my team."
Noemi blinked, "Excuse me?"
He chuckled, "That's a common response. Look, you're the best person for the job. You've got an eye for detail and patterns, and you can kick a guy's ass in about... what, seven seconds?"
She smirked, "Four."
"Yeah, you're tactical track all right. So, you in or do I gotta go bug Commander Colvem for a new list of people and hope it'll change?"
Her only response was to flag a waiter and order a whiskey.
"That's one way of dealing with things," Alvarez chuckled, "I am serious about the job offer. Deadly serious."
Noemi sighed, "While that's all fine and good, I'm happy where I am. I've got friends and all that and I don't have to worry about fighting for my life most of the time. Why would I change any of that?"
"Because you're a tactical officer who's bored out of her mind and desperately wants a change of pace but is too scared to ask for a transfer?"
"And you got that from where?"
Alvarez laughed, "One of my closest friends is training as a counselor. I picked up a few tricks. Besides, I'm tactical, too. If I were stuck with the analysts all day, every day, with nothing to do but read and report, I'd be so bored I'd pick a fight or two to have some fun."
Noemi scowled at the mention of the occasional fight she'd gotten involved in at bars.
"I don't pick fights."
"But you don't shy away from them, either. So, what do you say?"
She knocked back the whiskey and swore creatively in Klingon, "Fine. Will it make you leave me alone?"
"Not a chance. Welcome to the team, Lieutenant Idaris. I'll shuffle the paperwork and send you a briefing on the next mission and the team members soon."
Alvarez stood and left, dropping a few slips of latinum on the table as he left, leaving Noemi to her rather confused thoughts as she wondered just what the hell she'd gotten herself into.
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Post by Kae on Mar 29, 2018 13:47:12 GMT
(so I'm about to give you all that intro to that shrink y'all need and also give Noemi something to do until I can find time to make it to sim XD)
"It's a Small World, After All"
Noemi was patrolling along the main concourse on Odyssey Station when she heard the sounds of a scuffle.
"You should keep your hands to your own damn self!"
"Hey, easy, man. I was checking, she fell and was injured, God forbid I use some of that medical training I've got."
Noemi rounded the corner to find a human man in spacer's garb glaring at a Starfleet officer in medical blue whilst keeping a protective arm around an annoyed-looking Andorian woman.
Nearby, a Vulcan woman in engineering gold had a hand on a little girl's shoulder, calmly assessing the situation.
Something about this guy struck Noemi as familiar, but she couldn't place it.
"We got a problem here?" she called out.
"This asshole won't leave my girl alone!" the spacer snapped.
Noemi looked over at the crate that was lying very close to the woman and said, "Looks like he was trying to help. That crate hit her and as a medical officer, he is duty-bound to respond. I can throw a reg book at you if you want."
"How do you know he's medical?" the spacer sneered, "He's in science colors?"
The Andorian muttered something and grabbed the spacer's arm, "It's a lighter blue, you idiot. Now stop being such a needy asshole, I'm not your girl and you know that. Sorry, officer, he's an ass on a good day. I'll let our captain know to keep him contained."
"What the-" the man spluttered as the Andorian dragged him off, clearly not keen on a confrontation of any sort.
Noemi rolled her eyes and turned to Medical Blue, "You good?"
"Yeah... sheesh, here I thought my buddy Gary was an ass."
"I bet. You new to the station?"
"Yeah. I'm Commander Bob Harlan, supposed to be a shrink around these parts. Heard there was some time travelling nonsense and Starfleet wanted me to check everything out... I've got a bit of experience with crazy."
That's where he was familiar from. Noemi had heard Tommy's doctor buddy talk about her staff sometimes, including the head shrink and his cute kid... who was standing nearby trying to escape her Vulcan mother.
"Yeah, you were on the Sentinel. How's Doc doing these days?"
Bob laughed, "She's good. She's at Starfleet Medical trying not to kill all those wee interns."
"I sympathize. I deal with children here too. One of them is apparently someone I have to work with regularly."
"My one kid is enough for me. Shayla, quit trying to run off from your mother."
The kid pouted and it was frankly adorable. She couldn't be much older than... maybe ten? Eleven? Who knew.
"So, you're the new shrink. Welcome aboard, I can give you a list, including about half the senior staff."
"Goodie, dragging senior staff into my office. My favorite!" Bob grinned.
Noemi decided she liked this guy and would indeed be giving him that list.
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Post by Kae on May 6, 2018 1:54:44 GMT
“Sabotaging Interests”
They’re going to blow this damned station up at some point. That much was clear. Now, Noemi had zero problem going after those traitors in the True Federation, but using a station with a heavy civilian population as a launch point? It was a miracle an attack hadn’t gotten through yet.
There was also the matter of these refugees, but Noemi had stationed some of her officers around to keep an eye on everything and make sure everyone played nice.
“Having fun?”
She turned and noticed the very familiar face standing behind her.
“Doc. Hell are you doing here?”
“I was heading to a medical conference, but Bob said there was trouble brewing here and I never say no to an opportunity to help,” Doctor Sarissa t’Kaveth smiled, “Besides, you know how Tommy frets.”
“He’s like my father when he worries, it’s almost cute,” Noemi scoffed, “But, while you’re here, you can feel free to help out wherever. I don’t think anyone will mind, extra hands are appreciated, especially in medical.”
Sarissa grinned, “Hey, I’m a surgeon. We see blood and guts and started squealing like children with new toys.”
“That,” Noemi said, gesturing with the stylus she was using to make notes on her PADD, “That is why everyone at the Academy avoided the medical students, you all are batshit crazy.”
“That’s a new phrase, where’d you pick that one up?”
“Your mother.”
Sarissa scowled, “I’d ask if you were serious, but you probably are. Where do you think I get the crazy from? I mean, I love her but damn.”
Noemi’s PADD chirped and she looked down at her messages.
“You gotta be kidding me.”
“What?” Sarissa peered over her shoulder, “Sabotage? That looks... worrying. Long-range comms down, etcetra... they’re probably looking to cause chaos and keep us distracted and unaware of an impending attack as well as obviously unable to call for help.”
“How did you...”
“I’m a shrink, this is what we do. Now, I’m going to go pester Bob, say hi to Shayla and make myself useful. Where can I find the medical area of the station, I didn’t have time to double check the schematics... been a while since I’ve been on this class of station, I’m mostly on Earth these days.”
Noemi gave brief directions and then turned back to her PADD, dashing off orders to her officers to comb everything.
After sending the orders, she grabbed her phaser off her desk and checked that the knife in her boot was there before setting off to see about finding this saboteur.
Maybe, if she was really lucky, she wouldn’t have to crawl through anything. That always made her cranky, which didn’t bode well for whoever pissed her off.
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Post by Kae on Jul 2, 2018 16:03:22 GMT
“Fanning the Flames”
The village was dark and quiet, which suited Noemi’s purposes quite well. This meeting had to go well or she’d have to get this rebellion going the hard way.
“This way,” Ensign th’Vori murmured, gesturing towards an alleyway between two warehouses.
She followed the Andorian into the alley and when he stopped, she frowned.
“Ensign, you’d better not be lost...”
“It’s... ah, here it is. Sorry, hidden doorway and all that nonsense.”
“This is starting to sound more and more like a bad spy drama,” she replied as she followed th’Vori through the doorway and into what looked like the backroom of a dingy warehouse.
Noemi grabbed her phaser on first instinct as she heard footsteps, but forced herself not to draw it and to let go of it.
“Hello,” a voice from the darkness said, “You’re Starfleet?”
“Yeah. We’re Starfleet.”
“Your ship, it was the one to send the message.”
Noemi smirked, “You heard that mess, huh?”
“Many died because of it.”
“No, folks died because of trigger happy Thirty-One goons. Words don’t kill people.”
“Oh? And what do you intend to do here?”
“I intend to build a resistance movement that will free you from your captors.”
“Do tell.”
“I’ve got resources that can help, and I’ve got people. You’ll pardon me if I don’t elaborate without assurances as to your identity.”
“I’m not with the True Federation, if that’s what you’re asking,” the man retorted.
“Doesn’t make you my friend.”
“Very well.”
The man clicked something and the room lit up, a single light source overhead flickering from time to time.
To Noemi’s surprise, he was young. She’d been expecting some cynical old guy, but instead she got a young man, practically a kid, with that baby fat still clinging to him. His clothes were ragged but he was armed and looked ready to fight.
“Definitely insurgent, then,” she said, “Good. I have weapons, medical supplies, and food ready to be distributed. I can get a closed circuit comm system up and running and I’ve got a scanning station going. The only thing I’m short on is manpower, which is where you come in.”
“You seem to come prepared,” the man noted, “You have experience with this?”
“Not personally, but I know people who have. I’ve also coordinated supply drops before, for such operations.”
“You were in Intelligence.”
It wasn’t a question, simply a statement of fact, but nonetheless it surprised Noemi.
“You’re good, I’ll give you that. Yeah, I was Intel. Analysis first and then transferred to Field Ops for a few years. I’m just a security officer now.”
“You are a security officer who knows how to run a revolution. That’s no small feat and may be just what we need. I will bring this information to the others and we will discuss further.”
“Thank you. When will I hear more?”
“Meet back here in two days. I will have more information for you at that time.”
“Understood.”
The light flickered again and then died, plunging the room back into darkness. Footsteps indicated the insurgent leaving the room and then silence.
“That was fun,” th’Vori muttered.
“It was a start. They’ll cooperate, I know they will. They have no other alternative.”
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Post by Kae on Jul 19, 2018 2:06:24 GMT
"Setbacks"
The sound of someone knocking on the door woke Noemi straight out of a dead sleep, and she slipped her hand under the jacket she'd bunched up as a pillow to grab her phaser before inching towards the door.
"Can I help you?" she asked once she had opened it just enough to see that there were two people at her door.
"We have a problem."
"And that involves me how?"
The other man spoke up now, "The contact you met with has been captured. He may divulge your identity, as well as that of your fellow."
"Fuck. You gentlemen better come in."
They quickly stepped in and Noemi peered into the darkness before closing the door and stomping on the floor to wake the officers crashing downstairs.
"When you say captured, you mean snatch and grab? Or was he dumber than I thought he was?"
The first man looked pained, "He was in the market and was identified."
"Clearly dumber than I thought, got it. Well... this is going to complicate things. Fortunately, he only has vague descriptions of me and my officer, but the main resistance is in trouble... you need to scatter and get the hell out of town. Me and mine can keep things handled here. Your man wouldn't have met most of us and thus won't know us."
Another voice piped up, this time one of the more grizzled of the security staff Noemi had brought, "Might wanna keep at least one around to advise us on the people, boss. Don't wanna go in blind."
Noemi nodded, "Good point, that. I'd recommend someone sticking around... and if those Thirty-One bastards are getting as antsy as I think, we need someone in their ranks. I think I know just who to send."
She turned to a young ensign at the back, who blinked and looked very nervous.
"Um, sir?" she asked.
"Tell me, Ensign Temple, what do you recall about your solo operations with Intelligence?"
"Sir, how did you know I was Intelligence?" the ensign asked.
"Your operations fed into the ones I used to deal with."
"Fair enough. What do I need to do?"
Noemi looked over at the two rebels and said, "We need to get you into enemy lines, Ensign. How do you feel about joining the True Federation?"
"Not too bloody good, that's what," Temple replied.
"It's temporary, I promise. Once we get a link into their system, we'll pull you out."
"Fine."
The two rebels looked highly amused at the whole thing.
"So, can I get some names from you gentlemen before we get plotting?" Noemi looked over.
The first, an Andorian, nodded, "I'm Drakcil."
The second man, a human, replied, "I'm Lokin."
"Pleasure. I'm Noemi. Let's get to plotting, shall we?"
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Post by Kae on Aug 1, 2018 21:55:22 GMT
“Odds of Success”
This was the third camp Noemi had snuck into in the last week and it was almost worse than the last two. Dingy, filled with terrified civilians and bristling with angry True Fed guards. This would be interesting.
“Hey, you new? Haven’t seen you around before.”
She turned, running a hand through dyed black hair, to see an older Trill standing behind her.
“Uh, yeah. That obvious, huh? I just got transfered, some bullshit about me not working fast enough.”
Her research had indicated that such transfers were not uncommon around here, but whether Lokin was right or not was a mystery, like the man himself.
“Ah, another one. Come, let’s get you settled in. You arrived just in time for third meal. Tonight’s menu consists of sludge, a flavorless and slightly questionable brown loaf, or moldy bread.”
This guy had clearly seen a lot, his sense of humor was just slightly twisted.
“I’ll go for the sludge. Maybe a bit of loaf. At least I won’t have to think about the mold bit.”
The man shrugged, “Suit yourself. C’mon, the others will want to meet you. What’d you say your name was?”
“Talis.”
“Well, Talis, I’m Yulan. Nice to meet you.”
His mannerisms, the way he carried himself, it suddenly clicked.
“Which symbiote are you joined to?”
“A keen one, aren’t you? Jala is the symbiote I am joined with. Only two previous hosts.”
“Wow, a baby symbiote, huh? That’s cool. My aunt got joined to an older one, which was... wierd.”
“Have you considered joining?”
“Got booted from the program... I just couldn’t keep up with the others.”
“Perfectly normal. The program is designed to cull those who are anything less than perfect, which I consider nonsense, but hey, who asked me?”
“Oh, I agree, believe me. So, how about some sludge?”
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Meanwhile, Ensign Raina Temple was at the end of her patience.
This insufferable Andorian she’d been sent to town with was getting on every last one of her nerves. He kept flirting or making those damned smarmy comments. It was just... ugh, she wanted to strangle him and be done with it!
Drakcil, as if he heard her thinking about him, looked over and smirked.
“Having fun, darling?”
“Oh, absolutely,” she drawled, laying on the Liverpool accent thicker than she probably needed to. Usually she kept a neutral sort of barely English accent, but he was bringing out the person she used to be, the teenage girl who picked fights and got suspended every other week.
When she thought about it, it was a miracle she made it into the Academy...
“You shouldn’t cross those two wires. It scrambles the signal to the remote detonator.”
“Meaning no boom, right. But at the same time, I put the signal emitter in a different place so the problem doesn’t occur.”
The Andorian leaned over and huffed, “Looks like you did. Very well. You clearly know your stuff.”
“A mentor taught me.”
“A Bajoran mentor?” Drakcil asked, before turning to her, “Oh, don’t give me that look, that design is classic Bajoran resistance. The Militia still uses it. So your mentor was a bomb builder in the Resistance, is in Starfleet now, decently ranked, Intelligence... ah, Vice Admiral Nadel.”
“You know her?”
“Of her, yes. One of my bondmates once served on a ship she commanded. Said she was a handful for Command, but treated the crew like family.”
“Yeah, she does that.”
“If she’s your mentor, build as many as you like. Bajoran styles do the most damage, but be wary that they do have a higher risk of collateral. Choose your locations carefully.”
Raina snorted, “Aye, I was just gonna send some right into the bloody market, maybe hide ‘em in the apples and wait for some poor fool to stumble on ‘em. Bloody hell, man, we’re aiming for military bases, collateral is minimal.”
Drakcil smirked, “I know. I just wanted to see your reaction.”
That bastard. She was going to kill him before this was done.
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Back at Starfleet Command, a report landed on a desk filled with other such reports.
After a while, the owner of the desk picked it up and read it, scanning it three more times before swearing and standing.
“Ensign Laurentis, get me Lieutenant Alvarez!”
“Yes, Commander!”
Commander Lareia Colvem glanced at the PADD in her hand and sighed. It was just her luck that she had to deal with this. What the hell had they been thinking, leaving twenty officers to fend for themselves on a planet with something around a million True Federation bastards.
Although, come to think of it, it was probably Idaris’ idea. That one was more trouble than Lareia’s own brood.
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Post by Kae on Aug 19, 2018 1:26:03 GMT
"First Shots"
In the two weeks that had passed since she met Yulan, Noemi had found him to be almost... refreshing. Jaded and wary, yes, but also surprisingly willing to get down and dirty.
"Mind telling me how you know this stuff?" she asked as they sat wedged between a dumpster and a concrete outhouse, piecing together a comm system.
Yulan shrugged, "Jala's first host was a Starfleet engineer. It stuck."
"Nice. I didn't think to bring any overt engineering types, so this is a huge plus."
"I'd like to think I'm more than a plus."
"You're a valuable ally, that's what you are," she replied, leaning forward as he pointed out a few functions of the ad-hoc system.
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Raina had finally finished building the last of the devices, and now she, Lokin, Drakcil, and a mouthy Orion by the name of Kaliyo were setting the devices at the direction of a resistance contact known only as Vector.
"How long d'you think we've got 'til we can blow these bad boys?" Kaliyo asked, her voice a bit staticky over the channel.
"Dunno, ask Vector," Drakcil replied.
"We will tell you when we are prepared for detonation," the strange rebel answered. His habit of referring to himself in the plural was strange, to say the least.
The rest of the planting was done in relative silence, save for Kaliyo's whining. Raina kinda wanted to strangle her.
They rendezvoused at an abandoned farmstead and waited for what felt like hours before they finally heard the cue.
"We are ready," Vector's voice came over the comm channel, "Begin."
As one, they pressed their detonators and listened to the explosions.
"Aw, man!" Kaliyo whined, "That'd have been so cool to watch."
Raina was about to snap at the Orion, but the comm system crackled and a new voice appeared.
"Ensign - status?"
"Identify!" Raina snapped.
"Ensign Temple, what is your status?"
"Ell-Tee?"
"Yeah, it's me," Idaris chuckled, "You the reason for those booms?"
"Sure am. We're ready to seize the camps."
"Negative. Infiltrate only, we need info, badly."
"Repeat, did you say infiltrate only?" "Confirmed."
"Copy that," Raina nodded at her companions, "ETA ten mikes."
"Affirmative. Out."
The channel clicked closed and Raina sighed.
Why couldn't things ever be easy?
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Kae
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Post by Kae on Sept 15, 2018 19:45:18 GMT
(so I have a log pertaining to sim tonight so I’m gonna go ahead and post it and when I finally finish up my other backdated logs I’ll replace this one and move it further down bc I like things in order. In the meantime...)
“Midnight Chats”
It was surprisingly quiet on the Tempest, which made it hard to sleep. Noemi had gotten used to hard cots and the rumbling of many people carrying on conversations all at once.
So, she found herself in the lounge at 0027, sipping on a glass of syntheholic ale of some sort, she’d said “surprise me” to the bartender and he gave her this.
There weren’t many other people around, but she spotted Temple in the corner, nursing her own beverage. Noemi picked up her glass and went to join her.
“Ensign.”
“Ell-Tee,” Temple grinned, “It feels nice to be back aboard, huh?”
“We’d both be sleeping if that were true, Raina.”
“Fair point,” Raina paused before leaning forward, “Life is still as interesting here, though.”
“Do tell.”
“I overheard someone say that someone else saw our dear Ex-Oh laughing like a madman and going on about the captain in one of the corridors.”
Noemi sat her glass down and sighed, “Why am I not surprised? Shoulda seen this coming, after the way he behaved before Valt.”
“That bad, huh?”
“Very. I might have to smack him good for that... you can’t just go around badmouthing the commanding officer, that’s how crew loses faith in the command staff and that’s when things-“
“Hit the fan, aye,” Raina muttered something that sounded an awful lot like a curse, “I’ll have the security staff keep an eye out, reassure the crew?”
“That’d help. I’ll find a way to pin him down in private and explain exactly what that sorta behavior does to morale.”
Raina grinned, “We make quite a team, don’t we, Ell-Tee?”
“We do, Ensign,” Noemi smiled.
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Post by Kae on Sept 28, 2018 16:29:52 GMT
(yet another log that will have to get moved about when I finally get the other Valt logs written, but I had inspiration!)
“Story Time”
To say that everything hurt was the understatement of the century.
Noemi had just gotten back to her quarters after Sickbay released her and flopped on her bed, only bothered to ditch her boots at the door.
The door chime went off and she swore loudly.
“The hell do you want!?”
“I told you,” came the faint voice, “She’s in a bad mood.”
“Shut up,” came the reply before that person raised their voice, “Hear you got a story!”
She laughed. Of course her officers would wanna hear about this. She stood and walked over to the door, opening it for the small group.
“I hate all of you, but I do have a damn good story.”
Raina grinned and motioned th’Vori, al-Shazad, and Leerin in. The five of them had worked closely together on Valt, and a friendship had formed as a result.
They piled in the door and scattered, claiming the couple of chairs and the couch as needed.
“So, first off,” Sam Leerin asked, “How was the food?”
“Fresh. Very, very fresh.”
“And I missed it?” Fatima al-Shazad frowned, “Damn.”
“Aren’t you... what is the religion... Muslin?” Harethasien “Reth” th’Vori tilted his head
“Muslim, and yes. I do follow halal, but you have to admit, Klingons do make some good cooked foods, too. They’re just not as common. It’s more fun to watch other species try Klingon food.”
“That’s today’s lesson on Earth religions,” Raina joked.
Noemi frowned, “Just how many religions do you lot have?”
“Too many,” Fatima replied, “And then you get into the sects and that’s just messy.”
“Yet you lot are peaceful for the most part,” she shrugged.
Sam laughed, “Nah. Whole lot of wars and stuff back in the day. The Augments back in the day gave us something to work towards together and I guess it kinda stuck.”
“Is this what I get for sleeping through that Earth history elective?” Noemi asked Reth.
The Andorian shrugged, “Dunno, I took an advanced Federation history elective.”
“Huh. Lucky you. My girlfriend at the time talked me into Earth history and is the only reason I didn’t fail.”
“Shoulda taken Fed history,” Reth grinned.
Sam chuckled, “For real. Earth history is a mess, right ladies?”
“Damn right,” Raina muttered. Fatima just grinned.
“Okay, but seriously,” Fatima sobered up, “I heard it got messy down there.”
“Oh it did,” Noemi frowned, “I even lost my second-favorite knife down there.”
“That sucks,” Raina sighed, “I was just getting the hang of throwing that one, too.”
“No you weren’t,” Sam scoffed, “You were just getting closer to the actual target.”
“That does qualify as getting better.”
Reth looked over, “Humans, huh?”
“Yep. So damn wierd.”
“Hey now!” Sam protested, but Fatima slugged him in the shoulder.
“We are damn wierd,” she smirked at him as he rubbed his shoulder.
“Okay, fine, I guess we are.”
Noemi laughed as Fatima beamed.
Raina disappeared for a moment and came back with a bottle of wine.
“Yes, it’s synthehol, but it’s still wine,” she waved off any protests before they could crop up.
“Hey, it’s not alcoholic, that’s fine by me,” Fatima shrugged.
Noemi stood to grab some cups from one of the cabinet units and Raina popped the cork.
They kept talking about all manner of subjects and Noemi almost forgot how much she ached... almost.
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