Star Trek: The Roleplay (Episode 1)

Village Alchemist · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Village Alchemist** on Mon Aug 17, 2009 6:33 pm

The galaxy-class starship Icarus was commissioned by the United Federation of Planets in the year 2380. Its mission, like others of its kind, is to explore uncharted regions of space, to seek out new life and new civilizations--to boldly go where no one has gone before.

Episode 1

On a spacestation in orbit around Earth, everyone who passed by the starboard windows looked out to marvel at Starfleet's latest creation. The Icarus, while not the largest or fastest starship ever, was a galaxy-class vessel, suited to carry thousands of passengers hundreds of lightyears into space, and predictabely a magnificent sight to behold. The crew was still gradually getting on board for its maiden voyage, so most of its lights were out, but its silvery-grey hullt brightly reflected the sunlight.

On the bridge of the Icarus, a few of the command crew had already shown up, waiting for the rest of the crew and for the order to launch.

Celtious · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Celtious** on Mon Aug 17, 2009 7:56 pm

Off on Vulcan, Lt. Commander Aurora Coleman was in meditation, preparing for her departure. She had been on leave for her health for almost two years now, and part of her was ready to get back into space; the other part of her was loathe to leave what she now considered her home.

The warm, dry evenings once the sun had set made for perfect a perfect atmosphere in Aurora's mind. Without a moon, Vulcan nights were dark save for starlight, and as the last rays of the sun faded in the west, Aurora gathered herself up, brushed off her robes and dress and headed back inside. She was staying with her late husband's sister and her mate, happy to tell their son stories of space travel.

Back in her room, she glanced back over her orders. She was to prepare to leave within 24 hours when she would report to the USS Icarus for duty as Science Officer. Changing into her night robes, she wondered what this mission would hold in store for her. She wouldn't have Billy or Luke or Sarah with her-her friends from the Orion-, so she would simply have to make new friends. Was it because of her emotional need for companions? No, it was logical. It was always a good idea to have people one could rely on, especially on long voyages.

Morning. She rose early to make breakfast for the family as was her duty as a guest. Once little Syrnock was off to school, T'Lara off to work and Sarron settled into his office at home, Aurora got herself ready, dressing in her blue uniform and packing what few items she owned. She bade Sarron farewell-he promised to pass it on to the rest of his family- and left for the base where she would hop a shuttle and be carried to the passing Icarus....when it came.

MariasStorm · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **MariasStorm** on Tue Aug 18, 2009 1:44 am

Izybele had stayed up all night, excited because she was going to go into space- Again. She knew that she sounded childish, the fact that she was so excited she couldn't sleep... That's sad, Izzy.... Very sad. Izybele told herself, as she dressed quickly and grabbed a few things she'd need.

Izzy was well known for being a prank-pulling-pshcyo but she had made herself promise to behave, and not be a complete idiot, she took her job seriously. It was amazing, she actually took something serious. Izybele Ryder was not well known for being serious about anything at all. But Izzy would never be stupid while working, she remembered the day that she had first come across Starfleet- And fell in love with it. She knew that she sounded rather stupid when she thought like that, but who cares?

Izybele was now on her way to the base, happy as could be. She wasn't well known for being late, as it was one of her things that she felt was very important, Izzy had never been late for something since she was five years old. Izybele smiled at the memory of being mad at her mother for making her late to meet her friend. Izzy had a few things she was crazy about- Being on time, first impressions, and showing respect toward someone. Those were just a few things. Izzy didn't have a lot... Just about ten, though the most important of all of them. In her opinion anyways. She shrugged, looking slightly uncomfortable, Izybele looked around, for no apparent reason. She was just trying to hide her excitement. Izzy hoped that the captin wouldn't consider her a child, think she was immature, she could only hope the captin would like her. She was easily likeable, but she always worried that people wouldn't like her. It had only happened a few times, and Izybele would never forget it.

Letting her mind wander for a few minutes Izybele thought of going to planet Vulcan for a little while, some time. She'd never been there and it sounded interesting enough. Izzy smirked at herself a little, not that long ago Izybele would've questioned her own sanity if she'd even thought of going to planet Vulcan. She'd never been crazy about Starfleet or the whole going to other planets thing. Izzy thought it was all very stupid, until one day she thought she was just crazy enough to check it out. Now look at her- She had joined Starfleet and was going to be going into space.

Thekherham · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Thekherham** on Tue Aug 18, 2009 3:50 am

Will you stop tugging at your uniform? Kykherhenha sent.

I’m not used to this, Thekherham told her. He thought back to the time when he served three months on the USS Valiant under Captain Thompson. He had worn a uniform then, reluctantly, mind you, but it was protocol, and he had no choice. When the three months were up, he had gone back to Alharhan, back to the city of Treskebhar, and shed his uniform. A furred being was not meant to wear clothes.

The USS Icarus, he sent, looking at the starship. Pretty impressive. Bigger than the Valiant, I would say. A quick thought came into this head, and he tried to dismiss it, but of course Kykherhenha read it as clearly as if he had spoken it aloud. There were no secrets between a Tereskàdian and his whistling dragon.

Oh, you know how humans are, she sent.

He hoped they wouldn’t call him a fox… fox this and fox that. They had done that aboard the USS Valiant, at least for the first week or so, until he had grown tired of it, and told them, “Damn it, I’m a Tereskàdian, not a fox. I have auburn fur, and my tail is auburn with a black tip…” It took them a while to actually refer to him and Kykherhenha by name; the more prejudicial one used to call them ‘that fox and his milk supply’.

Ensign again. He didn’t know how long this mission to explore new worlds and seek new civilizations would last. He was eighteen now, so he had many years ahead of him. Bring it on, he thought, and his tail, which was usually carried along his back, with the black tip hanging down, did a little dance.

Meta_Criminal · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Meta_Criminal** on Tue Aug 18, 2009 2:39 pm

Aboard the shuttle, Dreth'Mogal advanced toward a window showing the Icarus, a beaming look of admiration on his face. Here was his opportunity. The chance to obtain knowledge in such great quantities and detail was something many young Lanin dreamed for. It was the most prized asset in the minds of his race, but no, he wouldn't be stingy. When, in time he returned to his clan-ship, he would give all he could to the clan. They would need it.

Of course, the purpose of the ship was to seek knowledge. That by extension, made the ship worthy of a quasi-religious respect. And learning from the other members of the crew, increased the mental and social benefits of his joining. That had been in his mind ever since he joined Starfleet.

And, he enjoyed machines, their beauty was great. He had been blessed to join the ship, and be allowed the position of caretaker. I thank you, spirits of the Universe. I owe much to you. Seeing the shuttle dock, he walked off to enter the newborn explorer ship.

Thekherham · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Thekherham** on Wed Aug 19, 2009 8:36 pm

((Before I proceed with my next post, I have to say something about character consistency. If I keep Thekherham's age at 18, it means that he has a mate and a three-year-old daughter. Tereskadian cubs nurse from their parents (yes, both parents) until they are five years old, then they switch to the milk of their whistling dragons.
Since the USS Icarus is a passenger starship, Thekherham’s mate Rhalhea (whistling dragon Keridhar), and his daughter Jhorhea (whistling dragon Khedrhokhazh) will be on board. For the purposes of the roleplay and to concentrate on Thekherham’s job as Ensign, I will try to keep them in the background… well, most of the time… (refer to Line 2 & 3, please)

He knew he had arrived too early, because the humans were still hurrying and scurrying here and there, checking everything to make sure that the ship would run smoothly. He made sure that he was well out of the way, so nobody would trip over him. Kykherhenha was sitting beside him, her thoughts full of questions.

So what are we going to do aboard this ship? she asked.

Whatever the Captain wants us to do, he replied.

Who’s the captain?

I don’t know. I guess we’ll find that out when he gets here.

DeeviousDemon · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **DeeviousDemon** on Thu Aug 20, 2009 5:53 pm

IN: Commander Milandeaux Morganth

Milan was on her way to the base, she herself hadn't seen the Icarus as of yet. Only heard of what the ship was capable of, just because she was a counselor didn't mean she didn't have an interest in ships. Her previous experience had molded her into a very carefully analyzing individual. Her open honesty, a trade every Betazoid possessed was something she had to screw down, Terrans were not as open minded as the people of Betazed. She had learned that much from the years she had traveled through the galaxy with these people by her side. And yes they were competent and very good at what they were doing but this new group - this was a very mixed up bunch.

Finally arriving at the port she reported herself as present, a little anxious but nowhere near nervous, she entered the shuttle which would take her up to the Icarus. And truly the starship was a sight to behold, it was a good chunk larger than the USS Specter and this type of vessel carried dozens more personnel than her former home ever could. Yet she wasn't going to let herself be overwhelmed by it, the crew was the vital part of this ship - not the ship itself.

Flicking a few loose strands of the raven black hair over her delicate shoulders, she threw the Icarus a disapproving look. Twisting her nose a little, arms crossed just in front of her chest - eyes fixated upon the ship she would call her home ... for now. All the needed personnel files had already been send to her office within the Icarus, she would get to know the people she was going to be stuck with soon enough. Brushing a few particles of dust off of her uniform, she tried to polish her Insignia one last time before boarding the Icarus - she had only made the rank of commander 2 years ago. It still felt a little surreal, more like a dream than reality.

Confident she waited patiently for the doors to open, behind her - a couple more people nervously awaiting their chance to board the ship. The doors flung open, and the the first thing Milan noticed was the rather elegantly designed interior - 'earth's charm indeed' she thought before stepping on board the Icarus.

An all to familiar feeling washing over her entire being, a bright smile gracing her soft features as her dark eyes wandered over the interior of the ship. Her quarters were on the 7th(?) floor while her counselors office was situated on the same deck as the bridge. She would check on her belongings later, right now she wanted to meet the people including the Captain of the ship. She had heard of him ... 'Malcolm Carradine', enough to recognize him as a fit leader for this ship and crew. There was also the medical officer ... 'Kyrie Aleria', she was supposed to be one talented individual. The only question burning on her mind right now was - how were they going to work out as a team ... Out there - there was no mercy if they would ever encounter hostility, mistakes could end up in a catastrophe.

On her way to the bridge, passing a few new recruits - nodding as they greeted her, Milan felt her heart skip a beat ... 'The Bridge - what a sight'.

Jag · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Jag** on Fri Aug 21, 2009 12:35 pm

For a few seconds, everything was right with the universe. The bridge of the U.S.S. Icarus stood as a monument to the Federation’s attention to perfect and detail in their design. Not a single piece of equipment was out of place, not an inch of space wasted without some sort of function serving the sheer immense power of the Galaxy-class vessel that was now under the command of its new captain.

Malcolm Carradine found the bridge of his new command something entirely different than the one he’d left on the Langerhans. That ship had been built for speed, not diplomacy. Rather than the spacious accommodations of a Galaxy-class ship built to impress, the cruiser he’d commanded was much darker and cramped. Officers had their battle stations and stuck to them. The world of command would never be the same now, tactful words coming in places where phasers had been his preference years ago.

Carradine had worked with Starfleet command over the last few months to hand select the crew of the ship. Some he’d met before, but most of them had been selected on personal recommendations, service files, and the picture on the top right corner of their service record. It was a new frontier for all of them to cross now. For some, it would be their first stint aboard such a large ship. For others, it would be their first cruise aboard a Starfleet vessel entirely. Whatever the situation, Carradine was a man who held impossible standards for his own crew and his own status as the commanding officer.

Dressed in the unmistakable red of command, the graying man began to walk across the length of the bridge, fingers dragging against the armrest of the captain’s chair for a few seconds before measured steps carried him to the tactical officer’s position above it on the bridge. It was where he’d started his career.

The nostalgia trip didn’t last long as the captain was quickly met by one of his senior staff officers. Just as Carradine was entrusted with the physical safety of the crew, Commander Morganth would see to their mental and emotional well-being. The ship’s counselor had a surprising amount of combat experience on her record for someone in such a position on the ship. It was exactly why he’d chosen the woman. She was female, Betazoid, and has seen the fires of war. No one would be able to relate more to the crew.

“Welcome aboard, Counselor,” he offered with a hearty smile that seemed to knock at least five years off the age he certainly felt at the moment.

DeeviousDemon · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **DeeviousDemon** on Fri Aug 21, 2009 1:53 pm

IN: Commander Milandeaux Morganth

Stopping Milan in her tracks, she was catapulted out of her thoughts. A male voice had pierced through her concentration, eye's shooting up at the bridge - the red uniform. The captain of the USS Icarus, just like the ship itself, the man carried himself with much pride and confidence. A few moments passed, she hadn't met Captain Carradine before, so she took a while to let the first impression of the new Captain sink in. Slightly graying - something that wasn't a bad thing, it gave off a certain feel of wisdom and knowledge and the few lines on his face seemed to be carved from a long history of service to this Federation - all those things she admired in a leading figure.

Finally, returning his gesture - she nodded at him with a gentle smile on her face. "Captain, it is my pleasure to be given the opportunity to work under your command", her words were carefully chosen and her voice was sweet and soft - she had learned to speak that way, the calm and composed counselor took a few steps towards her Captain. Merely a few feet parting the two from one another, she met his gaze once more.

"I offer you my thanks for accepting the transfer papers - I know after the incident people insisted for me to take a longer break but this is what I live for, without it - I feel like a fish tossed out of the water" a little pause, sorting out her thoughts once more "And do not worry Captain, I do not read peoples minds or emotions unless I have their permission to do so", a sly remark - trying to break the ice. It was always somewhat hard for her to socialize, people tend to fear her abilities. In fact Terrans were the only race which held such high privacy and unspoken rules, such as private space. Something she had read of, studied - humans were such a fascinating species indeed, and this man was definitely a very unique character - just like the rest of the crew.

Noticing she had trailed off into her thoughts again, she regained her composure and straightened herself back up. Curiosity playing in her eyes, she couldn't wait to see him in action, or was it something else. Either way, she averted her eyes from him and fixated them upon the wonderful display outside of the Icarus. "I believe we have much to learn - from one another and from the unknown beings living in the vast Space out there." a slight hint of melancholy gracing her words as she stared up at the distant stars, far ahead of them.

Thekherham · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Thekherham** on Fri Aug 21, 2009 8:27 pm

Thekherham knew that the ship would be leaving the dock soon. He had seen the Captain come aboard, but being merely an Ensign he and Kykherhenha had kept themselves in the background. Merely? He was sure he would have duties that had to be fulfilled, and he wanted to do the best job he could. On the Valiant, Captain Thompson was pleased with what he had done, and he hoped that this Captain would feel the same way.

He was in his quarters now, taking an opportunity to nurse his daughter, Jhorhea. His mate, Rhalhea, was sitting on the edge of the small, but comfortable-looking bed, watching him. As soon as the ship left the dock, she and Jhorhea, and their whistling dragons would have to leave this section, which was reserved for the officers and the crew of the Icarus.

“So what’s the Captain’s name?” Rhalhea asked.

“Carradine,” he said. “Malcolm Carradine. If he’s as good as Captain Thompson…”

“Oh, I’m sure he will be,” she said. “You better put your uniform back on.”

He had removed it while in his quarters, but he knew he would have to wear it while on duty. He laughed inside, something Kykherhenha knew, of course, and she asked him why. He told her that many years ago, when they were cubs, they were looking up at the sky and wondering what was up there, up in the heavens and beyond. New life, new civilizations. The universe was getting smaller, wasn’t it?

SuperVixen · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **SuperVixen** on Sun Aug 23, 2009 7:17 pm

As soon as Kyrie Aleria stepped off the transporter pad and found herself fully on board the decks of the U.S.S. Icarus, the Lt. Commander felt a weight she'd never quite experienced before. Perhaps it was the fact that it would be her first time at the top of a medical department for a ship this size, perhaps it was the fact that she was still a bit dizzy from her hours of studying, trying to catch up on the medical files of the various races with which she was still unfamiliar.

Making her way into Sickbay for the first time with a few members of her staff, Kyrie couldn't help but remember the message that by now would surely have reached the surface of the planet Vulcan.

Lt. Commander Coleman...Aurora...It's been a while. I noticed that you'd been named the XO on the Icarus. Wow, congratulations! I guess we've both come a good ways from things back on the Orion? Anyway, I wanted to tell you that it's going to be good working with you again. If you ever need a chance to get away from the bridge, feel free to stop by Sickbay.

The red-haired woman was directed by the security staff to her own office. It would take some time before anything about this place began to feel like home, but there wasn't much of a choice now. It was the dream commission, the chance to run her own department on a Galaxy-class ship and rub elbows with some of the finest technicians in all of Starfleet. Tapping the command insignia and communicator on her chest, Kyrie gathered herself long enough to speak with the composure of a woman worthy of her position.

"Sickbay to Bridge. Captain, this is Lt. Commander Aleria. The medical staff is aboard and reporting for the duty."

Jag · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Jag** on Sun Aug 23, 2009 7:34 pm

Carradine leaned back slightly in his posture as Morganth spoke words he would truly expect to hear from a woman trained at matching the hearts and minds of the people with whom she spoke. The counselor has his full attention for a moment, something that Carradine had learned to use to his advantage over the years. In conversation, the weight of Malcolm's eyes and body language could be used to convey a warm interest to the person with whom he spoke. At other times, the broad-shoulder man could lean forward just slightly and lock on with piercing eyes to turn diplomacy into a subtle game of intimidation.

The polite chirp of the communicator was followed quickly by the voice of Kyrie Aleria, the medical officer he'd personally chosen for this assignment. Like Coleman, Aleria had been chosen by Carradine despite recommendations of older and more tradiationally-experience officers to serve in their positions. Carradine wanted people with a passion for their assignments more than someone that would simply be carrying out the same tired duties over and over again because they had memorized the procedures. Aleria, he hoped, would not be afraid to argue her point and stand up against Carradine in senior staff meetings.

"Acknowledged," he replied with a short burst of his voice before looking across the bridge. "Starbase Control, this is the Icarus. All personnel are present and accounted for, we will be underway shortly. Thanks for the hospitality, Admiral Theriot," he fired with a smirk. "Anyone up for a flight to Vulcan?" The captain's sense of humor bled through slightly in his question as he circled around to the captain's chair on the bridge.

Meta_Criminal · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Meta_Criminal** on Sun Aug 23, 2009 7:58 pm

Hearing the words of the captain, and the medical officer's reminded Dreth'Mogal that it was time for preparation. Walking toward Deck 36, he attempted to suppress his excitement, though it remained on his face. Upon entering the engineering section, he saluted his crew.

"Engineering to Bridge, Chief Engineer Dreth'Mogal reporting for duty. And yes, I do believe Vulcan would make a gratifying experience."

Thekherham · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Thekherham** on Sun Aug 23, 2009 8:56 pm

Thekherham knew the Icarus would leave the docking station shortly, and he had to be ready to be on duty at a moment’s notice. He said his goodbyes to his mate and daughter by licking their cheeks. Rhalhea clung to him as if they would not see each other for a long time; when they separated he noticed that she had tears in her eyes, tears that she tried hard to hide from Jhorhea.

“Don’t be like that,” he said. “Kykherhenha and I will be here. We are all on the same ship. We’ll have time to visit each other.”

“Do you know how big this ship is?” she asked. “You could get lost just turning a corner.” She laughed. “Once, when I was a cub, I got lost walking down to a river…” She stopped suddenly, as if the remembrance was filled with pain.

“I’m going to see the Captain,” he said, after his mate and daughter had left to go to the passenger area.

I don’t know if he wants to see us, Kykherhenha said. I think the ship is going to leave shortly.

He was an ensign, and he had a duty to report to his Captain, to see if there were any assignments. He tugged at his uniform, and thought he was getting used to it. Not that he’d want to wear it all the time, of course. Walking down the corridor, he stopped in front of one of the many elevators scattered throughout the ship, and entered.

“Bridge,” he told the elevator.

Silently, the elevator obeyed his command. He played in his mind what he wanted to say to the Captain. Welcome him on board, maybe. Ask him what his duties would be. If this Captain was anything like Captain Thomson of the Valiant, he would have to be part captain, part diplomat, part negotiator, part linguist, part human, part alien. So many parts to make the whole. It must be hard to command a spaceship, he thought.

The elevator doors slid open directly on to the bridge. He knew which one was the captain the moment his eyes fell on him.

“Thekherham reporting for duty,” he said, and immediately wanted to take that back. He should have said ‘Ensign Thekherham’ but his mind was so used to his one name. No second name, no other designation, just… Thekherham. “I know I’m being rather forward, Captain, but are we going to be underway soon?”

!asgard@destroyer! · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **!asgard@destroyer!** on Mon Aug 24, 2009 9:58 am

"I should start geting ready for take off" Lt. Jalden En'Voy thought as he was quietly sitting alone at the lounging bar of the Star-fleet ship The 'U.S.S Icarus'. He was slouched crookedly into his stool with a gazing and questionable look of wonderment at the people around him, he was hoping this would be the start of new prosperous beginnings; To boldly go where no crew has gone before, daring their lives and the people on this ship to help in anyway possible and get the job done.

"Oh well to new beginnings!" Jalden solemnly swore as he proudly held his dark brown colored bottle of Budweiser classic, and took a swig of it without no-one else in the room really paying attention to him; There he was, an Earth raised big blue alien outcast sitting at the bar with a bottle of earth-made beer in one hand and a lit cigarette in between the upper fold of his large powerful fingers. He had no real true family, although the polite and grateful folks of The 'U.S.S Kellen' took him in and each high ranking crew member raised him like He was their offspring. He remembered how Ensign Zeta would read the various stories as a child near his bed-time, like 20,000 leagues under the sea or Moby Dick; those were books that he enjoyed and loved as a child, he would fantasise about being the ship's captain and sailing down a vast and unfaltering sea with the amazing and breathtaking smell of salted water and living fish. He could reminisce about it all day, leaving his reality behind and jumping into the large captain's quarters of Captain Nemo ship, The Nautilus... "The masterpiece containing masterpieces"....

But as Jalden was about to fall into one of his favorite day-dreams, his communicator chirped and he heard the new Captain's voice for the first time. "All bridge personal report to bridge for take off, Captain out". And with that, Jalden took his last large puff of his cigarette and put it out in the revolving ashtray; in which he was unhappy because that was his last one until the next break point in space which was four hours away.

"Damn it, oh well -- I got to put my mind on driving this bad boy in order to get there.." Jalden sulked unhappily as he got up from his bar stool and paced ever so slowly to the door leading to the hallway. Once outside of the lounge, Jalden walked down the hall a few meters and stopped right at an elevator shaft.

"To the Bridge" Jalden said with a bit of defeat in his voice, as the elevator door slid open right on cue. He walked in slowly as the elevator door almost closed twice as fast as it opened. Once on the elevator, Jalden though about who was the mysterious captain and what would he be like; was he kindhearted and well-mannered or distant and hard working? Just then the door slid open again and there he was....The bridge of The U.S.S Icarus... Jalden was ecstatic and flabbergasted, every thing was like a well rounded and highly put together masterpiece... Just as his mind was pondering all the things that this ship could do, He saw the captain speaking to a auburn colored fox like ensign. So Jalden ran over to Captain and the ensign and heard a bit of the conversation between him and the fox-like being.

"We will be going now that I'm here, I'm Lieutenant Jalden En'Voy; Co-pilot of the 'Icarus' and chief of security, and you are?" Jalden spoke as he quickly saluted the captain and then turned over to the Fox-like ensign with a bit of confusing in his speech as he held out his hand to shake the furry man's paw.

Jag · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Jag** on Mon Aug 24, 2009 12:35 pm

The mood seemed very light on the bridge and across the ship for the moment, most of the crew still getting used to the idea of finding themselves on the newest and most advanced ship Starfleet had to offer. While not the flagship of the fleet, the Icarus was still a prize and a jewel among the capital-class ships and nothing short of a fierce presence in the event of a firefight. While ships this size contained armaments and weapons that made it more than formidable in the event of blows, the idea was more deterrence than a true strike craft like the Langerhans before it.

Carradine had been sharing a moment of reviewing the diagnostics from engineering's initial reports when he found a figure standing to his left, the Starfleet member wasting no time introducing himself to the commanding officer of the ship. Thekherham's presence was a rare treat for the crew of the ship, many of them eager to branch out and learn something of a species and race that wasn't found commonly across the whole of the Federation. Carradine himself had little knowledge, but the man's record was clean and he seemed ambitious enough to warrant a commission.

"Welcome aboard, Ensign," the captain offered with a courteous smile rather than one of any great personal value as he'd offered to the counselor a few minutes before. "And yes, we will be making out way out of dock and setting a course for Vulcan soon to pick up the rest of the command crew and personnel. Unless you had other ideas?" He offered with a smirk, playing at the idea of an ensign questioning a captain on the details of the ship's operations. A joke, of course, but Carradine's trained poker face sometimes made it difficult to tell.

It was about that time that the two officers were approached by a third, the often-intimidating presence of the Jem'Hadar male named En'Voy. The Lieutenant was charged with the security detail of the ship and seemed more than capable at his job. Carradine turned to the man with a straight expression rather than any sort of greeting in the form of parting lips. Fifteen years ago, Malcolm would have loved to match his own prowess against that of the Jem'Hadar in the holodeck. En'Voy's record with Starfleet lacked the credentials and the experience that Carradine would have liked, but the man was banking on pure potential in the officer.

"Good to have you, Lieutenant." Turning back to the bridge and settling down into the captain's chair. "Lieutenant, proceed with undocking procedure and bring us out of the Starbase. Ensign," he offered, turning his attention back to the young officer, "why don't you take a seat at navigation and plot our course for Vulcan. We'll spare the crew the theatrics of a big send-off until we have a full compliment."

Carradine waited for the events around him to unfold. Things became more serious as officers and attendants settled into their positions. Undocking wasn't uncommon, but lots of things could still go wrong. This time, things went smoothly enough and the ship was ready for the jump.

"Vulcan it is, Lieutenant. Warp 5, by your leave," he said, settling back into the command chair.

Thekherham · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Thekherham** on Mon Aug 24, 2009 9:30 pm

Thekherham looked at the offered hand, but made no move to shake it, even though he knew it was the custom of many cultures, including Earth. "I'm sorry, I don't shake paws," he said, hoping he sounded courteous enough. "You say, I have an extremely potent poison in my claws, and I don't want to take any chances... uh... just... I guess you could call it instinct... I mean me not shaking your hand." He felt rather awkward now, having to explain something of himself to different beings. "My name is Thekherham, and this here is Kykherhenha. We're linked... I mean, we belong together." He resented it when everyone seemed to be looking at him, acknowledging him, but almost ignoring the one who was part of him, who was born when he was born, and who would die when he would die. She was closer to him than his two brothers could ever be, than even his mate and daughter could ever be.

Thekherham stared at the Captain, wondering if he had heard right. He was sure the Captain had told him to take a seat at navigation. While he had taken a course in navigation at the academy, he had his mind set on eventually being a second in command on a Federation Starship. It was an ambitious thought for a furred being who was born on a planet many light years removed from Earth. On the USS Valiant he had done whatever was asked of him, and he had done it with what he thought was the right amount of distinction.

Navigation, he thought, looking at his whistling dragon beside him. He walked over to the the designated area and sat down in a chair that didn’t look comfortable at all. He wasn’t going to complain, though. Practicality overrode comfort; it was his job to project the course of the Icarus, and to determine its position in the vastness of space, as well as its velocity and the direction in relationshop to the course that had been set. He was only eighteen, with a mate and a young daughter, and one thing he did not want to do was let down the Captain, the crew, his family, and all the passengers on board.

I suppose they want me to stay out of the way, Kykherhenha sent.

You’re fine right where you are, he thought. If the Captain doesn’t know about Tereskadian-Whistling Dragon relationship, I’ll have to explain. But I’m sure he acquainted himself with the different aliens aboard this ship.

He glanced at the screen, his sharp vision taking in the navigation console. Hmmm. In the right corner of the screen he saw something unusual, something that seemed out of place. He saw the Captain in his command chair, wondered if the should inform him of what he had seen.

“It is better to tell the Captain of what you have seen, no matter how trivial, than to not say anything, and regret it forever.” That was what his instructor had said at the academy.

“Captain,” he said, turning slightly in his chair, “My screen shows an object at coordinates 2633 mark 412. It seems to have just appeared out of nowhere… uh, it’s still too far away to determine size and shape…It’s about 250,000 kilometers away, but it seems to be heading our way.” He was trying very hard to use the right terminologies, the language of those who were in charge of this spaceship, which was English. All he wanted to do was not make a fool of himself.

DeeviousDemon · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **DeeviousDemon** on Tue Aug 25, 2009 12:25 pm

IN: Commander Milandeaux Morganth

There was a feeling of unity and curiosity in the air, these people had their own reasons for wanting to be on this ship. Milan would keep an eye on all of the main crew, nevertheless it was her duty. She preferred to meet with the men and women in person, rather than reading up their history and potential traumas. Their files were carefully stacked up in her office - she hated paper work, bureaucracy. Everyone who made it onto this ship and crew, was someone who had outstanding capabilities alongside amazing abilities. She was sure that the Captain had his reasons for picking each and every individual. When she was about to mention something else, the communicator went off.

It was the medical officer reporting, Milan couldn't wait to meet her in person - she was one of the few who she admired for their hard work and passion to the job, just as herself. Taking the seat to the left of the Captains chair - the seat of the counselor. She would do as she did in the past missions with her other crew - give Intel and advice en route. Shifting a little to the right in her chair, she flung a few heavy dark locks over her slender shoulders as she watched a fox like creature pass her, greeting the Captain. An ensign - and by that, he failed to introduce himself properly. A little frown gracing her soft features, Milan was a cautious observer and lack of discipline or proper conduct was something she didn't tolerate under the young or new.

Though it had to be his first, and people as well as creature might get a little nervous at times. A calm and selective smile on her face as she witnessed a few more people entering the bridge. There was the new Chief of Security Lt. Lajden En'Voy, who Milan hadn't heard of much. Things would start up a little slow but as the crew would face different situations their understanding of each other and the ship would grow equally. Tipping a finger upon the armrest to her right, she watched Carradine ordering Thekherham to man the Navigation controls. Milan's eyebrows rose slightly - Navigation wasn't something to be taken easily.

They were heading for Vulcan, as the fox took his place they un-docked and were ready to go. Excitement - after so many years in space, it was still one of the most fulfilling sensations for her. A little smirk tucking on a corners of her lips as she gazed out into the space before them. The silence didn't last for long though, Thekherham had found something ... and it was heading for their ship. Milan's senses instantaneously jumped on alert ...

SuperVixen · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **SuperVixen** on Thu Aug 27, 2009 8:22 pm

The sounds of the docking clamps releasing from the ship creating popping sounds across the hull’s entirety, giving Kyrie something of a chill down her spine. The sheer size of the ship was intimidating enough, it was hard to imagine what things would be like when the vessel stood with its full complement of staff and passengers, thousands of life forms from hundreds of species all under her care. There were three people on the ship with the authority to remove the captain from his command in the event of extreme circumstances. The first officer could make the call in the event of orders that irrationally endangered the lives of those aboard. The counselor could make the call if the mental health of the captain came into question. Lastly, Aleria could bar the captain from command and the bridge if his medical condition became unstable.

For now, however, her only worry was getting things in order in Sickbay before they were truly underway. The Chief Medical Officer and her staff were unaware of the sudden tension that came forth on the bridge, instead occupied with their own tasks. Her first medical case was a 7-year-old human girl who had skinned her knee in a fall while helping her father carry luggage aboard. Not the high-technology medicine she’d been brought on to handle, but it was part of the job all the same.

“Should we contact the bridge and let them know things are squared away here, ma’am?” One of the senior attendants asked, looking up from his own monitor.

“No,” the usually serious face of the woman replied, “they’ve probably got enough to worry about at the moment. I’ll inform the captain at our staff meeting a few hours.”

Jag · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Jag** on Thu Aug 27, 2009 10:32 pm

Commander, another ship on the sensors. Closing fast. Our shields won’t be able to take another hit.

Carradine leaned with the majority of his weight against the bridge console. The Langerhans was a bruised and beaten hull and another Cardassian battle cruiser could spell the end of all of them and the truth of the matter at Ptoro IV might mean dragging all the Federation into a war that would cost millions of lives across the border.

Divert all remaining power to the shields. Life support to minimum, the orders flew from the man’s mouth. In that moment, Carradine had been fairly sure at the time that he and the rest of the crew had met their end, that death was waiting just a few short minutes away. Malcolm found himself at a strange peace at that point, his career cut short in the defense of a Federation outpost.

Malcolm flashed back to the instant in a blink of an eye, suddenly back on the tailor-made bridge of the Icarus and still in need of a response for the young ensign who had detected the incoming ship from his panel at the navigation seat. Something didn’t add up – they were barely out of the massive shadow of the starbase, at the heart of Earth’s sector and amidst a wealth of Federation firepower. Anyone that had gotten this far was just a step further into a suicide mission.

“Bring us into open space and give us a level heading to face the incoming vessel, Lieutenant En’Voy.” There was a calm power to the man’s words as he spoke, no sense of panic or distress whatsoever as he issued the commands. “Ensign, open a hailing frequency and send a message back to Starbase Security, see what they make of this,” he finished. Malcolm wasn’t sure what to make of the whole thing himself. It could just be some sort of test or maybe just equipment malfunction on their first flight.

Carradine leaned over in his chair to Morganth for a moment, speaking in a low tone, words intended only for her sensitive ears. “I’d like you to gauge the crew’s mood and…attitude during this.” Pressure was the best time to make a decision on a crew.

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