Post by gryphonpoet on Jun 14, 2006 10:43:54 GMT -5
With a deep bow, Jondro faced the ship's captain. His enduring smile still plastered across the Bajoran's face.
"I am Threl Jondro. An itinerant Priest of the Prophets. I travel the cosmos to enjoy the gifts they have given. I intend to deepen other's knowledge of the blessed Prophets while sharpening my own, as the Prophets themselves will." Jondro bowed slightly with respect to the mention of the focus of his people's religion.
"In exchange for passage to your next port of call, presuming I have never been there before, I am willing to work as a pilot or engineer. I have experience in both capacities.
"If the Prophets have shined upon us, perhaps we can reach a mutual agreement for passage?"
Jondro tilted his head slightly, letting the ship's lighting catch and dance off his earring, the symbol of the Bajoran religion. The image laid down, he leaned on his staff heavily. If this were Captain Isara, she would recognize his name. If not, perhaps the intensity of his religious beliefs would put off the Captain from hiring him on.
After all, what operation (legal or not) would want to have a cleric harping at them and being a self-appointed voice of conscience?
Jondro smiled steadily, almost sanctimoniously, and waited. Two things he did often.
Kira staggers for a second, nearly dropping Maxwell as Charlie speaks. You idiot! Don't tell them that! Great, now if I am able to get out of here, it will be with an excort and the last thing we need is for me to lead them back to the ship. As far as their concered we're pirates! Hopefully her comment about jurisdiction will get us out of this, though with the number of Starfleet in here, I doubt it. Oh Mother, I wish you we're here now. Kira gives a small smile to the head officer praying against all odds for an imense amout of luck to take the form of anything that might possibly get her out of this, good or bar, right now. I should have never walked into this place.
Charlie's mind was trying to function, but it was struggling to get over the 'escape' and 'I need to rest' parts. "I'm sorry, Commander." she smiled thinly, her bruised jaw making her grimace halfway to a complet smile, "Bu...but I must sit down." she glanced at Yen tiredly, who supported her weight slightly
"Since we ain't going nowhere any time soon...I think I'll sit down." she purposefully left out Yen's name, before she sank back down to the ground.
Maybe there is a lawful way, something to add weight to out cause... she rubbed her head as she tried to recall her Starfleet Security protocols. She held her broken hand close to her body, willing it to stop throbbing so powerfully.
"Commander, sir. Another moment of your time?" she called to the chief security officer, "I'd like to point out, at the risk of sounding like a school kid-" she shifted her weight, "If you want to follow Starfleet regulations; one of your ensigns violated the second General Order: No Starfleet personnel shall unnecessarily use force, either collectively or individually, against members of the United Federation of Planets….or members of any sentient non-member race, for any reason whatsoever.”
She hoped that her crewmen would have more bright ideas, because she was running out of words.
CTO Cmdr Raiser, USS Broadsword (ACTD) TO Lt.JG Ro'kar, USS Perseus (ACTD) "The warrior of Light, like the experienced fighter, knows his or her own immense strength and never fights someone who doesn't deserve the honour of combat" - Paulo Coehlo
Yen smiled sweetly at the officer as she put down her weapon. She didn't come in here looking for a fight, just a good time. "Sir, if I may say. None of my crew mates came in here looking for a good time. We we're just here to have some time off. Working on a cargo ship can be a dangerous and exhausting job. You see we sometimes work on the edge of Cardassian's space. So we carry the disrupters for protection. Honestly we were all having a good time." She let Charlie sit down.
"One of my Crew mates, Maxwell over there" She points to the very drunk man, " got confused about where he was. He suffers from post traumatic stress syndrome and forgot that he was not in Star fleet anymore. The officer over there" motions to the officer that hit Maxwell "thought that it would be a gas to hit the poor drunk and confused man."
She took a moment to catch her breath and then started in again. "We just defended ourselves again people who were attacking us." She continues to smile sweetly. "We honestly did not mean to harm anyone, they just kept coming after us." She turned her look to a regretful one. "I am really sorry for the loss of these officers, Sir."
"You think that you can tell us apart? Many have tried, but then again, many have failed. What do you think the price for that is?" The Three Sisters Lylie-governess to a child of the first plain "You grew up. Thats a shame. The carousel never stops turning. You cant get off either. Its a shame."
Looking around from place to place hurt Maxwell's eyes. He wasn't sure why, but everything was wrong. He could hardly hear what this man before him was saying. However, Hooper could tell he was a commander. He could also tell he was in clear command of the situation. Maxwell felt like simply lying down and dying. It seemed an easier option than living with another crew's deaths on his mind. However, he felt enough willpower left to try and reach out to the Starfleet Commander. Touching his uniformed arm, Maxwell looked up with pleading eyes. Blood oozed from the wound over his eye, futher impairing his vision with a dull scarlet mesh. "Help... me.... hurts... Doctor Aasira?" He asked, still muddling the past and present. He knew, deep inside his fractured mind, that Doctor Aasira died while interned at the camp. Only Kira was his MO now, and she was right under his arm. The blood pounded in his ears and he couldn't swallow anymore. Suddenly, Maxwell grabbed his forehead in pain. He shuddered and shivered, feeling oddly cold.
EDIT: Thanks, Cathy. >.<
Last Edit: Jun 24, 2006 13:28:46 GMT -5 by eunhathes
Kira moves fast as Maxwell starts to moan in pain. Damn it, I don't have time for this. He needs medical treatment now and there is absolutely no way I am letting Starfleet take him. She gently yet quickly lets Maxwell lie down and quickly removes her vest. Using her teeth she rips at the seam of on the the inner pockets. She pulls hard and the pocket tears off at the hem. She removes the other inside pocket the same way and folds them together to have a decent amount of wadding just large enough to cover Maxwells wound. She covers the wound and holds the dressing in place with the bandana from her hair. She knots the bandana tight. The bleeding probaly wont stop but hopefully it will slow down. She places the rest of the tattered vest under his head and stands quickly. Part of her hair falls in front of her face as she looks at the commanding starfleet officer. "Listen, I am Lee Kira Owens, the medic aboard the cargo ship this man and the other two there work and live on. Maxwell is in no state to give a statement, as you can see that. Allow me to give mine first and take him back to our vessel. Due to his disorder, it would be much better if I treat him than a bunch of strangers. He may do something rash as he is confused easily, especially when entoxicated."
Post by Atreides Conscript on Oct 20, 2006 13:17:58 GMT -5
Klisikar Pub: Lt. Commander Spetra looks at you, Kira, like you have lost your mind. He walks over and takes Maxwell's pulse. He thoroughly looks over your fallen comrade before looking you in the eye once more. He touches his communicator pin saying, "Spetra to Merlin. What's the status on the medical team's progress?"
A disembodied voice comes back through the pin. "They just got underway sir. The shuttlebay doors are still malfunctioning. It will be at least ten minutes before they touch down."
"Thank you lieutenant," Spetra says flatly as he closes the communication. He looks away from you and touches the pin again saying, "Spetra to shuttlecraft Pendragon. What is the delay?"
This time, a panicked woman's voice comes across the comm. "The station's administration is insisting that we follow full landing procedure. We're still waiting for our clearance."
"Damn it!" Spetra curses under his breath as he looks around the room, watching you all. "Thank you ensign. Get here as soon as you can. If they refuse you clearance, then pull an unauthorized landing under my order."
"Sir? I mean... yes sir, Pendragon out." The ensign's voice still sounds somewhat frantic.
Spetra looks back at you, Kira. He grimaces as he stares into your eyes. "Take him back to your ship," he gestures to one of the guards at the door, "You follow them Collins." The guard takes a hand off of the pulse rifle and motions for Kira to follow him.
(Note: Only Kira needs to post at this juncture. No other posts are necessary. If you wish to post, just keep it appropriate to the situation. Remember that characters don't always take action at every point in a story.)
Jondro: The captain looks at you and begins to giggle. "That was a very nice performance. If you can keep that up you just may become the talk of the whole ship!"
She looks you over once more. "We can always use a good hand down in engineering too," she says with a smile. "You can consider yourself hired. Welcome to the pleasure liner Aphrodite Mr. Jondro."
It hits you like a ton of tritanium. You knew that something didn't add up, but you didn't know that you were on this type of ship. You've searched all over for the Unity's Vengeance and come up with nothing. Now you're on the wrong ship at a very wrong time, and on top of it all she screwed up your name. Now what are you to do?
Post by gryphonpoet on Oct 20, 2006 23:23:40 GMT -5
(On the Aphrodite)
Jondro's smile remained in place. Unflappable, he looked the Captain in the eye and leaned forward in an intentionally unthreatening manner.
"This is no performance, Captain." the Bajoran spoke softly. "I do the will of the Prophets. Forgive me, Captain, but they have called me to other work than what you do here."
His ears listened for the tell-tale movement of the heavy body of the Captain's guard. Threl Jondro was no fool. He expected an assault, but hoped for something better.
"I would like to disembark now, please." Jondro's disarming smile remained, as always, in place.
Kira smiles at the man and bows her head slightly. "Thank you commander. All right Maxwell let's go. Don't be alarmed. We're going back to the ship." She gets lifts his head and in a tricky manuever and with more strength than some one her size should have she manages to get Maxwell back onto her back with his arms over her shoulders and her vest in her hand. Holding Maxwell steady she moves over to the door. and smiles at teh officer. "Let us go, Mister Collins was it?" She gives him a kind smile and begins to head out the door. Well this could be slightly better, but atleast I'm out. As soon as I'm about a block away I'll radio for some one to meet me and inform them that Sir Maxwell and I have an escort. They should know what to do from there on the brigde.
Maxwell couldn't tell exactly where he was anymore. The indelible mark of hallucination fell across his psyche, leaving a trail of chaos on his eyes. With his eyelids wide open, Hooper's sight fell beyond the woman helping him along. He could only watch his and her feet as they shuffled along. Images ran through his head. Images he had spent the last two years of his life trying to forget. Max couldn't seem to shake them now, no matter how he tried. Randomly, there was his Captain. Then another Captain. A Maquis, then a Cardassian. A Bolian, and then a Bajoran. A cat that mewed at him with a warble like a lamb and then a white star that went nova only to be sucked back within itself in a pulsing rhythm in time to the drumming in his aching head. Thinking hurt, and so did looking around. More images filtered past, bodies, corpses, fire and ashes burning his eyes. The sting caused him to wince and the soot of the cinder bodies choked his throat. He coughed momentarily, and staggered. In the end, however, his will won out and he remained, still clinging to Kira for dear life. "Mother, I'm scared," he whispered, recalling a memory from childhood when he fell down into a ravine. He had broken his collar bone, his leg, his arm, three ribs, his skull, nearly every limb on his body was broken. While in the hospital, Maxwell had nearly cried hiself dry. Now, however, he seemed somewhere beyond here and hereafter, ready to depart yet not willing to leave. Someone still needed him, and his path still was moving forward. Unsure of anything but necessity, he struggled to regain control of himself.
