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Brandon Neuman

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a character in “Star Trek: The Peacekeepers”, as played by chris_alloy1

Description

Physical Descript : 92 years old (22 years apparent), lean, wiry build. Light brown hair, green eyes with a silver band common in Yassengoro.

Personality : Genuinely good natured, has an from-the-seat-of-the-pants attitude when it comes to flying.

Equipment and Abilities : Has a Type-1 phaser, standard Starfleet issue, wrist communicator, and a Yassengoro shri'tan dagger. Does possess a Type-2 disruptor (general design). Possesses full telepathic awareness and abilities. Has Confederate basic telepathic training.

Historical Background : Brandon is the descendant of a Federation officer from the USS Vagrant, a vessel lost on the frontier a century before. He grew up knowing only the fear of the Borg and the Confederacy way of life. But after First Contact with the Federation, he decided to move out of the colony he had called home for over a hundred years and make his way in new space. Has signed on to the Peacekeeper as a helmsman and has become one of the "senior" officers of the independent vessel, acting as a First Officer.

So begins...

Brandon Neuman's Story

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Space. Possibly the only frontier in existence where everything was dependent on one's self. But that didn't bother Neumann. Though he did wish he had some actual company. Not that SAM wasn't terrible, it was her less than vast understanding and application of social interaction.

He supposed that it was a quirk of a Mudd - type android. Then again, the previous crew wasn't all that keen about her. Perhaps the only person on ship that actually tried to make her feel like a humanoid like she wanted to be, Neumann did not approve of the behavior of everyone treating her less than an equal. She had information of numerous topics, knowledge of almost all conventional systems needed to work the ship, and the drive to help when suggested, not always ordered.

"Deep Space 9 Dock Control is hailing us, commander," SAM stated from her position at Ops.

"Thank you, Sammy," smiled Neumann. He keyed the comms from his seat at the helm. "=/\= DS9, this is the Peacekeeper. Requesting permission to dock. Over. =/\="

"=/\= Independent vessel Peacekeeper, permission to dock is granted. Please proceed to Pylon 2 for umbilical tether. =/\="

He nodded. "=/\= Acknowledged, over and out. =/\="

He touched the controls, bringing the ship smoothly in. As always, he felt that no one knew how to handle her right when it came to piloting. The tether clamped on.

"Watch the ship, Sammy. We need to repair that EPS conduit ASAP before we try the sensors again," he said, readying himself to leave.

"Yes, sir." She tapped at the display before joining him in the turbolift. She headed for Engineering while he was heading for the bar.

((Quark's Bar, DS9, 0924))

So much alien life packed in one place, the collective thoughts almost gave him a headache. He threw up a mental block that more or less cut out the noise.

::Well, I wanted to find a crew... this would be the place...::

He scanned around, patting his shri'tan dagger. He did carry a Type -1 with him, though it would be useless against Borg. None of those here though.

He spotted a lone woman sitting in a booth. Figuring he would give it a shot, either for a date or actual hiring, he tapped the bar to order up a drink. "Loo'qan water please," he asked.

"We have none of that here, unfortunately, " began Quark as he leaned on the bar. "But I do have some lovely wine from Risa that is looking for a throat to quench."

"Just some young blood wine then," he sighed.

"Of course, I have a rare drink, a delicacy as it is, ready for pur-"

"Blood wine," he ordered. Secretly, he did was not caring for the Ferengi as a whole. They were the few races to be immune to mind reading. And a telepath always found the best deals...

He paid for it and moved towards the table.

"Waiting for someone?" He began with his usual charismatic smile. "Mind if I join ya?"

He took the seat that was empty across from her. Judging from the ridges on the bridge of her nose, she was definitely Bajoran.

"Lovely place but a bit quaint, all in all," he continued. "I take it you come here often?"

She was studying him with a gaze that reminded him of a Vulcan. With that scrutiny, he decided to change tactics.

"I am looking for crew," he told her. "Last crew ditched out and while I can run most of it myself, having extra hands would help greatly."

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Setting: Deep Space Nine, Quark's Bar
Stardate: 2413O4.1O O911

Mizore paced down the corridors through Deep Space 9, that made The Promenade, as she realized. :: How times have changed. :: She paused a moment, taking an instant to check on securing her sidearm to a locked configuration, before continuing to make her way quietly through the scant masses, small collections of others in an otherwise empty space. The automated doors to Quark's establishment opened to reveal a literal mob in attendance, as a barely noticeable expression of slight amusement flashed over her face. Pressing on toward the bar, grabbing the Ferengi's attention soon as she made her approach.

"Is that. . ." Quark's voice crackled from behind the bar with the same characteristic enticing interest she would always remember, or never forget. "Is that little Simza?" His eyes narrowed as a sharp tooth grin crept at the corners of his mouth. He was almost like family, even after all the time that had passed. "Always 'interesting' to see you too, Quark." Holding back her reaction, resisting the urge to release a soft laugh. Startlingly, Quark interjected almost the instant she stopped speaking, ever the opportunist. "What can I get for you?" with almost no noticeable delay or hesitation, the Ferengi continued. "I have recently come in to possession of small number of Romulan matter-antimatter reactors." The Bajoran chimed in. "You are incorrigible as you are cunning, old friend." A smile breaking on her lips, while the Ferengi's expression turned in to a display of devious satisfaction, nigh on openly peacocking in behavior. "I only require two springwine, in a tall glass, chilled, and a quiet corner." Mizore having placed twice the amount of credits on the bar, with a little extra because it was Quark. :: Keep your friends rich, your enemies rich, and wait to find out which is which. :: Simza mused, adopting a little Ferengi wit.

Sliding off to a more private, secluded location, with drinks in hand, settling in atop a stool with her back against the wall where she could keep eyes on everyone and everything. Her twin tinted eyes scanning over what provisions and equipment she had left on her ship, readily preparing for her next move. Mere minutes had scarcely passed, when her attention had moved from the records and files on her PADD, shifting on toward the fella which she now found standing before her.

"Waiting for someone?" He began with his usual charismatic smile. She only shook her head in response to the query, though her brown and green eyes never strayed, fixated, visually locking on with his. "Mind if I join ya?" His voice cut through the ambient sound of the commotion and camaraderie of the bar. Laying the PADD on the table from her left, illuminated with lines of Bajoran ideograms on the screen in blue text, motioning to the open seat, resting a half consumed first springwine on the table. "Proceed." she replied quietly. He took the seat that was unoccupied across from her position. It only took her seconds, as she gave the fella a once over with a Vulcan level of scrutiny. The stranger, dressed in rather plain, unassuming clothes, with a worn, faded pilot styled black leather jacket. Taking note of the long knife worn on the mans belt, the seemingly standard issue type one phaser at his side, to the way he carried himself, as well as his body language. :: Definitely, clearly, and without a doubt. 'Military' of some sort. ::

"Lovely place, but a bit quaint, all in all." He continued. "I take it you come here often?" It was a typical question, ordinary behavior in Terran social customs, still her eyes never strayed from his. "I am known to come and go from time to time, though I would not say 'often'." Stopping momentarily to sip her drink, when she saw the subtle nuance in his eyes, the little flecks of the silver rings. Even in the discovery or revelation, the Bajoran's expression was almost stoic, remaining unchanged. "I am looking for a crew. " He spoke. " Last crew ditched out, and while I can run most of it myself, having extra hands would help greatly." It was unexpected, yet came as no surprise. "While I appreciate the offer, I can not accept, or take your offer. " Slowly moving out from her stool, rising to stand upright, on her feet. "For two reasons. One, I am a Doctor, not a bridge officer. Not sure what a former Starfleet officer like myself could do to assist staffing a whole ship." Finishing the last bit of her drink, not wanting to appear offensive by her haste. "As for the second reason, well, you see." With a flawless display of the calm, logical Vulcan demeanor, she went about collecting her PADD, quickly placing it on her belt behind her. "I actually came from a tour patrolling the sectors between Romulan space and The Borderlands as a field medic, and was looking to find a commanding officer, or member of the crew of The Peacekeeper."

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He watched her get up. ::Hmmmm... you'd think she would check to see who was the command staff.:: He stood as well, downing the last of his drink.

"Well, then can I ask for a date?" He said with a gold-winning smile.

She just stared at him, turned, and left. He shrugged and decided to leave as well.

Neuman strolled through the halls, enjoying the sights of the old Cardassian outpost. It was something of an oddity that such a place would fall out of the Union's hands when the fight against the Yassengoro Confederacy was met with grudging reluctance to release even one AU of space.

Without much to do, he decided to return to the ship.

((The Peacekeeper, 0951))

"How many times have I fixed this fracking thing?" Neuman sighed irritability.

"Thirty-five times, including the current repairs being done."

"Thank you, Sammy," he sighed again. "Molecular aligner," he continued, hand outstretched.

"Affirmative," SAM stated. She handed him the tool. "Have you ensured that the positronic pathways have been deactivated?"

"Yes, darling, I have," Neuman said in the continued irritated tone.

"And have you successfully diverted the auxiliary power couplings in Jeffries Tube D9?"

"Pretty sure I did."

"'Pretty sure' is not an accurate statement of either an affirmative or a negative," stated the android logically.

"Sammy, it will be fine-" Neuman began.

He didn't get far with that sentence as he suddenly yelped at the sudden flash of pain and sparks from the EPS conduit. He slammed the tool down and cradled his hand.

"Apparently not," SAM commented.

"FRACK FRACK FRACK FRAAAAAAAACK!" Neuman yelled, standing and kicking the conduit. It only served to harm his foot. "FRACK!!"

"Analyzing systems... you have disconnected the incorrect power coupling," reported SAM "Power overload has occurred on Deck 7 and 14. Lighting and replicator systems are now offline."

"This is just great!" fumed the pilot. "I have tried fixing this thing I don't know how many times-"

"Thirty-five failed attempts, pending thirty-six," answered SAM.

"Thank 'you', Sam!" He said with heat. "Why is it that every time we make port, we can't find a decent engineer not owned by those fracking muffin heads!"

"Muffin Head. Noun. Slang term used to describe a Feren-"

"Sam! End current process!"

She closed her mouth. Her face was confused and a bit hurt. Neuman softened a bit. He knew he had just done the equivalent of telling her to shut up. And perhaps he had just begun to get her to rely on him.

He placed a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry, Sammy. I didn't mean to be rude."

"It is... alright," she stated. "Measuring your voice patterns and body language, you are obviously under some stress."

"Just a bit," he admitted.

SAM tilted her head. She then straightened it. "It do believe the candidate I spoke to has arrived at the airlock. Perhaps it is wise if we both welcome the new officer."

"Agreed," he said.

They started towards the airlock in question, still cradling his hand. He was swearing enough in his head that it was a belated realization he was broadcasting telepathically. He stopped it as the airlock cycled and he was greeted by...

The Bajoran from the bar.

With his hand still being cradled, he said the first thing that came to mind.

"So, I take it you want that date?"

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Setting: Deep Space Nine, Quark's Bar
Stardate: 2413O4.1O O944

"Well, then can I ask for a date?" the stranger said with a gold-winning smile. Mizore only stared back at him with a vacantly unimpressive expression, no response was given, merely turned as she parted ways with the fella. ::Would he even care for such an intimate social engagement if I were of Marayna's race, much less a male of the species?:: The thought flickered, quickening in her surface thoughts before removing them from mind completely, pushing it from her conscious entirely. Pending any further delay, Simza headed directly for the transport pad where the 'Gypsy Girl', a Valkyrie Mk II Retrofit fighter, waited for her return.
Her dual chromatic eyed gaze, piqued with a slight curiosity, fell on to the form of a towering young female with long platinum white hair, a pale face marked with ashen lines, four arms stretching out across the hull of the Gypsy Girl.
The Bajoran, on her approach vector was set up to arrive casually beside the titan of a woman. "I've not seen such beautiful designs outside of my own kind, may I board her." The alien spoke, with a voice that almost seemed sing as the words left her mouth. "Granted." Mizore replied, a slight smile playing on her face, when the fighter doors opened allowing entrance. "Name is Mizore Simza, mostly Mizore, though many simply refer to me as 'Doctor'." Forming with her hand the customary Vulcan somatic greeting. "As my guest on the Gypsy Girl, you may enter first." Extending a hand toward the inside of the ship offering the invitation, allowing the lady step within. "My thanks to you for your gracious hospitality." Offering a sign of her species respect and admiration, the palms of her upper arms pressing together as if praying, her lower ones openly extended wide with the palms of her hands help upward. "I am va'Larr." The two women boarded the ship, with Mizore setting course, as both made their way toward The Peacekeeper.

Setting: Deep Space Nine / USS Peacekeeper, Docking Tether
Stardate: 2413O4.1O 1O11

Simza had set the Gypsy Girl in a holding pattern off the port fore of The Peacekeeper, a snatching grab of her messenger medic pack tossing it over her shoulder, before initiating a site to site transport for the two women. Positioned just outside the door to the starship, announcing her presence and intentions in her typical quieted tone where she stood. "Mizore Simza, requesting permission to come aboard The Peacekeeper." The gateway opened revealing the inside of the independent vessel, the Bajoran woman standing only a moment with va'Larr close behind, proceeded slowly as she moved to enter.
"So, I take it you want that date?" Staring the man in the eye, before turning her attention to the hand clutched close to his frame. "While your relentless persistence and dedication in such pursuits, is admirable, I do not think that course of action is the wisest." Responding logically to the repeated offer, stating the fact very flatly, extending her left hand open palm. "Hand." She insisted, reaching in to her pack as she examined the extent of the damage, retrieving both a hypospray as well as her dermal regenerator. "I am also sure my wife would not approve of such an activity." Placing the hypospray to the fella's neck, delivered a small dose of anesthizine spliced with three cc's of kelotane, before carefully hovering the regenerator over the plasma burned tissue. Mizore continued speaking her mind, working as she went on. "Not to mention the truth of how little you really know about me, or the lack of how familiar you are with me." The Bajoran retorted. "For all you know, you could be asking a for a date with a convicted mass murderer who just shot you with large dose of 'Nogatch Hemlock' derivative, enough to stop a Hirogen instantaneously." She said in jest, mentally fighting the desire to laugh hysterically, a wry smirk appeared pulling at the corner of her lips.

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He extended his hand and let her go over it with the dermal regenerator. "True," he said. "But you aren't. Otherwise, I would never have approached you."

"How do you know?" She asked.

"I just do, doctor," was the reply. "And who is this?"

Introductions were given, finally coming back to him. "My name is Brandon Neuman, and it is my job to fly the ship. Last crew that was on here made me the apparent 'CO' when they left... and I, uh, don't really care if you call me 'sir'.

"And this is Sammy," he finished. "She is our resident Jack-of-all-Trades."

"Greetings," SAM welcomed.

"I suppose you want to be shown your stations?"

"Preferably, commander," she said.

"Eh, that's gonna be new for a while," he muttered, beginning to lead them through the ship. "Deck 7 and 14 have no replicators and no lighting. Other than that, ya can choose where you want to live."

They arrived at the turbolift. "So, what is it you do va'Larr? Deck 8," he asked as they entered the turbolift. The decks began to whirl past.

She explained her natural curiosity of machines to him.

"Sounds like you are going to be our resident engineer," stated Neuman. "Just dont, in your curiosity, take apart the warp core. Took me all night to diagnose it and fix it."

They arrived at Sick bay by this time. The doors opened to show the sterile, clean environment that always seemed to be the case in Sick Bay.

"Well, doc, you won't have any problems with supplies... we used to keep it well stocked, back when there were more than me," Neuman explained. "So we should have everything you need for a bit."

"As for you," he said, turning to the four-armed alien. "I need your help with an EPS conduit..."

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Setting: U.S.S. Peacekeeper, Deck Eight, Main Sickbay
Stardate: 2413O4.1O 11O3

The Doctor decided to stay, remaining behind in the medical facility, opting to begin familiarizing herself with her new office and station. Removing the PADD she always carried at her back, interfacing it with the ship's systems. "Computer." Mizore stated, having been no stranger to how Starfleet vessels operated. ^Yes, Doctor.^ SAM answered back in response. "My apologies, Sammy." The Bajoran hesitated a moment, feeling somewhat awkward. "I was not aware 'you' were the ship's computer, or at least some part of it." A strangely crooked expression displaced Simza's usual features. ^There is no need for the sentiment, Doctor.^ Mizore simply nodded lightly, listening when she heard the AI reply over the communications in the room. "May I call you Samantha?" Thinking it was a more appropriate or deserved name for a person, artificial, synthetic, organic, biological or otherwise. ^Acknowledged, Doctor. I will make the necessary changes and amend it in to your social interaction algorithm.^ "I see no reason why you should not call me something less formal or proper, more amiable." She paused a brief moment while in thought. "My name, 'Mizore', for instance, if you like." The voice of SAM sounded as she gave her answer. ^Thank you, Mizore.^

"Samantha, please transfer a detailed map and schematics of the ship's layout, an entire manifest for current medical equipment and supplies in Sickbay, as well as the complete medical records and history cross referencing with any relevant Starfleet service files on Commander Brandon Neuman to my personal PADD." Anything she needed or requested, Samantha could and would provide. ^Acknowledged.^ It only took seconds, when the characteristically unique Starfleet twin chimes came over the communications notifying Simza the process was finished, before collecting the PADD from her new desk.

Leaving Main Sickbay for the time being, she headed through the corridors, for the turbo lift on Deck Eight. "Deck Two." Simza announced, met with the same two note melody.

Setting: U.S.S. Peacekeeper, Deck Two, Senior Officer's Quarters, Room Thirteen [ Soon to be Mizore's Quarters ]
Stardate: 2413O4.1O 1121

From the turbo lift, Mizore emerged, stepping out on to the deck and in to the section of the starship reserved for senior officers quarters. As she wandered, her sharp mind was occupied with scanning every detail, no matter how seemingly insignificant. "Eighty paces to the thirteenth room, which is located on the port side of the ship." Smiling to herself slightly for an instant, pressing her hand against the door as it opened.

^Mizore, the current accommodations are not currently listed as belonging to anyone. Would you like them to be assigned to you?^ Without even a moments hesitation, Simza answered emphatically, her voice sounding rather excited at the chance opportunity. "Absolutely!" Samantha came back over the communications. ^I will update the ships database immediately.^
::It is nice to be on an actual starship again.:: Mizore dropped on to the bed, gazing up at the empty ceiling and plain walls of her new place. ::All in all, it is shaping up to be a pretty good day, so far.::
"Going to have to do something about the decor, though." She said with a sort of half exhaled sigh, giving a light stretch while musing the thought in her mind, rolling to where she could stand again. "I think it would be a good idea to change before reporting to the bridge." She said in a sort of breathless whisper, catching glimpses of herself in a mirror. ::First, though, I would enjoy a nice shower.::

Setting: U.S.S. Peacekeeper, Deck One, Main Bridge
Stardate: 2413O4.1O 1147

Quietly standing there, positioned at ease on the bridge, was Simza in worn black suede leather square toed Mary Jane style heeled ankle boots. Loosely fitted rugged blue pants, with matching straps hanging low off the sides and back. Her modified Bajoran phaser pistol openly displayed on her left, as well as a vintage twenty third century communicator attached to her cobalt nanofiber belt. A faded obsidian and sapphire midriff jacket featuring detailed embroidery, with sleeves pushed up around her elbows, over a solid white, sleeveless, short aketon fashioned Andorian silk half top with corset lacing, Dark padded gloves on her hands, along with a jet colored wrist band communicator on her left arm, her Starfleet Lieutenant Commander rank visible on the collar her jacket, and a silver Bajoran earring passed through her bloodline adorned her right ear. Her auburn hair tightly braided, that fell over her shoulder, spanning past her waist.

"Commander." The Bajoran stated matter of factly.

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After the rather short exchange between the man and Mizore introductions were made, where the man introduced himself as Brandon Neuman, with his companion identified as Sammy. Upon finishing introductions, they began to move through the ship together.

Carrying what possessions she afforded herself to bring along with her on her journey, va'Larr began to make a detailed map of the ship in her mind. While the group continued the tour, she heard Neuman made particular reference of Decks seven and fourteen having had no replicators or active lighting systems, she makes reference of those systems to make a point to address those systems at a later point of time. While going through these beginning first few moments aboard the new ship, va'Larr had started to experience a brief flashback of her time when she began attending her engineering courses while attending the Central Institute for Starship Mechanics on remembering how nervous she was when she first started out, and the gentle and careful guidance she received from one of the more experienced Matriarchs that was in attendance during her training there which caused her to smile in appreciation of her guidance.

Upon reaching their destination and arriving at the turbolift Neuman asks va'Larr what she does. After va'Larr, giving a short but formal account of her training in mechanics and engineering Neuman relpies "Great, you'll be our resident engineer."

After they drop Mizore off at Sick Bay, and continue on to their next location, Neuman and va'Larr arrive at Main Engineering on Deck eighteen a short while later, where they enter and began to move about.

"And this is where you will be doing most of your tinkering, your office is one deck up from here." va'Larr's eyes open wide with excitement " She has a lot potential in her Commander, I look forward to being her Caretaker." "Just don't, in your curiosity, take apart the warp core. Took me all night to diagnose it and fix it." She then takes a mental note of what Neuman wants her to take a look at. "Once you have become familiar with the ship as well as her systems, I will want to see you on the Bridge. If you have any questions just ask Sammy here." With that, Neuman proceeds to leave Main Engineering for the bridge with Sammy not far behind him in tow. "Wait, how will I be able to ask Sammy when she is leaving with you?" "Oh" Neuman pauses in mid step, "Sammy is also the main computer." after that the two leave for the bridge.

After getting situated to her new surroundings, she sets her chest down, retrieving a small polyhedron shaped device from her possessions before activating it. "Sammy this is na'Tefri, my personal assistant." na'Tefri responding with a friendly sounding "Hello Sammy" Sammy replies in kind "Hello na'Tefri, it is a pleasure to meet you." va'Larr then continues "Sammy, would you begin to download the ships schematics along with a list of the current operating systems on board, then followed up with a chronological accounting of all repair logs and activities, then queue up a list of all current maintenance and repair requirements in order of highest to lowest priority to na'Tefris core memory."

Sammy responds "That process may take a moment to complete as I'm unfamiliar with na'Tefirs core system operation." na'Tefri responds "I am equipped with an auto-adaptive translation matrix which can assist with the transfer of data." "Oh" Sammy says "May I, at a later time, learn that from you?" "Yes, but however, va'Larr should be present to act as an intermediary between the two us." "I would be happy to assist in your endeavor to grow in your functionality Sammy." va'Larr responded with a warm smile.

As Sammy and na'Tefri began the transfer of data, va'Larr removes her clothing and begins to retrieve and adorn herself in her engineering uniform. A modified catsuit with strap attachments at the forearms and waist for her equipment, an oval cutout opening, revealing her navel with skintight thigh length work boots with a multi traction function built into the soles, deep blue in color with a polished metallic sheen as well as in intricately designed pattern of scales.

After getting her equipment in place she then started working to address the need repairs to the EPS conduit. va'Larr first started by running a diagnostic procedure to the junction prior to rerouting all power around the manifold. Once she had finished her repairs, she then went about initializing then resynchronizing the EPS conduit, she then recalibrated the connection sequence to the EPS junction in the correct order of operation.

After finishing her task she returned her attention to Sammy and na'Tefri, "Have you completed the upload process na'Tefri?" "Affirmative va'Larr," she replied. "Very well, please follow me to the Bridge then." "At once va'Larr." The two make their way to the Bridge, taking the nearest turbolift. As va'Larr and na'Tefri enter the turbolift "Deck one, Bridge please Sammy" "Of course, va'Larr."

After a short time they arrive at the Bridge, after she and na'Tefri exit the turbolift she says to Newman "Arriving as requested, Commander."

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Setting: U.S.S. Peacekeeper, Deck One, Main Bridge
Stardate: 2413O4.1O 1147

Quietly standing there, positioned at ease on the bridge, was Simza in worn black suede leather square toed mary jane style heeled ankle boots. Loosely fitted rugged blue pants, with matching straps hanging low off the sides and back. Her modified Bajoran phaser pistol openly displayed on her left, as well as a vintage twentythird century communicator attached to her cobalt nanofiber belt. A faded obsidian and sapphire midriff jacket featuring detailed embroidery, with sleeves pushed up around her elbows, over a solid white, sleeveless, short aketon fashioned Andorian silk half top with corset lacing, Dark padded gloves on her hands, along with a jett colored wrist band communicator on her left arm, her Starfleet Lieutenant Commander rank visible on the collar her jacket, and a silver Bajoran earring passed through her bloodline adorned her right ear. Her auburn hair tightly braided, that fell over her shoulder, spanning past her waist.

"Commander." The Bajoran stated matter of factly.

The minutes passed by, as they seemed to flow, stretching ever on before her to some unfathomable endless unknown, where Mizore waited patiently for Neuman, who appeared to be preoccupied with some matter that was demanding his attention at the time. When no response had been given, or there was none to be had, Simza started making her way, wandering over to the captain's chair where she collapsed, falling into it. ::A girl could really get used to this.:: She smiled, as the thought slipped through her mind. Her dual colored eyes looking over the command console's status display before settling her sights on the AI.

"Samantha, take position at Operations, if you would, please." SAM hesitated a moment as she looked at Neuman, eventually nodding ever so slightly, before taking the controls at the station. "My valkyrie class ship is still off the fore port, have her tractored into Main Shuttle Bay One on Deck Four. Thank you," The Bajoran sat, interpreting the information displayed on screen. "Aye, Captain." The AI called back. "Just Mizore, please." She said, almost eliciting a little laugh, slowly shaking her head to being called captain. "Command protocol states that the one who takes that seat, is the captain in command of the ship." SAM replied. "Maybe, one day, if and when the rank and or title is earned through meritorious service, if you must refer to me by rank, 'El Tee' is applicably sufficient or will suffice."

With a tip of her head to the AI, her expression giving way to a playful wink in Samantha's general direction, just as va'Larr visually stepped on to the bridge into her periphery and announced her presence. "Once the Gypsy Girl is located inside the hangar, you may proceed with the undocking procedure." Simza paused prior to turning her attention to the woman. "As for you. . ." She motioned for the alien to approach. "I thought you might like to have this, as I am sure you will be needing one sooner or later." She said, extending her hand toward her. "It is, well, more specifically was, my Starfleet communicator badge. It is your own now, to do with as you wish. If I may suggest, though, I recommend you integrate and sync it with the ship's communication system. Also, feel free to make it your own, as we are not Starfleet officers on 'this' ship." She said with a kind of short smile, bringing her facing toward the view screen. "Samantha, once we are clear of the docking tether, and ready to make way."

Sliding her vision toward the empty pilot seat at helm control, then over to Neuman. "If you would assume your post, Commander, set engines to one quarter impulse. When we are clear, outside the range of Deep Space Nine, lay in a course along the vector, two two seven mark three five nine, at warp eight." As sort of a joke, to bring a little levity to the situation on the bridge, Simza started pulling a characteristically Picard style impression, aligning herself to sit upright, pointing in front of her toward the view screen with a serious look. "Kelay eka von." Simza, keeping a straight face, while resisting the urge to start laughing, she would have lost it had it not been for her mastery of Vulcan mental and emotional control.

Setting: U.S.S. Peacekeeper, Deck One, Observation Lounge
Stardate: 2413O4.1O 12OO

Mizore stood silently still in the darkness, her left hand pressed against the window as her homeworld became a nothing more than a spec among the stars, watching as Bajor, and the wormhole faded from view. "Once more into the fray. . ." Simza recited the line, thoughts of her world adrift in her mind. ::Until the next time, when I see you again. Farewell. . .::

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Setting: U.S.S. Peacekeeper, Deck One, Main Bridge Stardate:2413O4.1O 1150

Making her announcement as she stepped out of the turbo lift with na'Tefri hovering close behind her, va'Larr began to witness Mizore as she sat down in the Captain's chair and observed her as she started to issue several orders to make the ship to get under way, including having her ship brought onboard to one of the shuttle bays by Sammy. Marveling at the eloquence of how she had issued the orders, Mizore Simza had reminded va'Larr of one of the Templar officers from the ship she served on as a Caretaker Ascendant to the Caretaker Prime during her early years pursuing her path as a Caretaker which caused her to feel at home and even a bit giddy.

va'Larr thought to herself ::I can easily find myself admiring and be getting along with this woman quite well:: Upon finishing that thought the alien woman had then turned her attention to va'Larr and said to her "As for you ..." which after finishing that statement had motioned va'Larr to her side which va'Larr graciously complied and had stationed herself next to the woman with which she continued "I thought you might like to have this, as I am sure you will be needing one sooner or later." Mizore said, extending her hand toward her "It is, well, more specifically was, my Starfleet communicator badge. it is your own now, to do with as you wish. If I may suggest, though, I recommend you integrate and sync it with the ship's communication system. Also, feel free to make it your own, as we are not Starfleet officers on 'this' ship." va'Larr nods her head in appreciation of the beautiful gift she had received from Mizore.

After watching Mizore issue a few last orders, she dismisses herself from the bridge and proceeds to make her way to the observation lounge, after upon which she enters with the doors closing behind her. As now only her, Neuman, Sammy, and na'Tefri are the only ones on the bridge she began to proceed to ask Neuman if there is anything he needs from her only to notice that at the current junction in time he seems to have his mind preoccupied elsewhere. Not willing to disturb Neuman, va'Larr then makes her way over to Sammy and asks " Would you please make sure my new communication device is now synced and integrated with to the ship's communication system." "Of course va'Larr." Sammy replies "Is there anything else I can do for you?" va'Larr responds, "Just let me know when my presence is required on the bridge, thank you, Sammy."

va'Larr, turning her attention to na'Tefri, motioning her to come to her side, "Please avail yourself to engage in taking some non-invasive yet detailed scans of all current systems here on the bridge, then once you are finished with that series of tasks, please meet me on Deck two, Senior Officer's Quarters, room four." na'Tefri responds "Very well va'Larr." Once she makes sure her new communicator is ready for use, she attaches it to an appropriate location on her uniform and makes her way to the turbo lift, which upon after the doors open and entering thereafter, va'Larr issues the request "Main Engineering if you would please Sammy." Sammy replies, "Of course va'Larr, and va'Larr?" va'Larr responds, "Yes Sammy?" "Thank you for the kindness and generosity you have given to me," Sammy says to the alien woman. "It is my pleasure and honor to convey my respects and decency towards you," after that the doors to the turbo lift close and ferry her towards Main Engineering.

After reaching the first stop of the locations she needed to travel to, va'Larr had started to gather her possessions in Main Engineering. Gathering her things, she began to experience another flashback of her time as a Caretaker Ascendant on board the Min'Khadra, where the Caretaker Prime was relaying vital information about general maintenance mandates and how to best apply the proper personnel per their appropriate areas of expertise. Upon gathering her belongings from Main Engineering and retracing her steps back to the turbo lift, she then said to Sammy "Deck two, Senior Officer's Quarters please Sammy." "Of course va'Larr," Sammy replies.

Setting: U.S.S. Peacekeeper, Deck Two, Senior Officer's Quarters, Room Four Stardate:241304.10 1230

As the turbo lift reached the final leg of the journey, va'Larr stepped out of the turbo lift and makes her way to room four of the Senior Officer's Quarters to find na'Tefri patiently awaiting her arrival. "Sammy, if you would, would you please secure room four in the Senior Officer's Quarters section of the ship as designated as my private living quarters." "Of course va'Larr," Sammy replied. "Thank you, Sammy." After entering and surveying her quarters, she sat down her carry all and began to unpack her charging arcs and the respective interface modules needed to connect to the ships power relay system and started to make the necessary modifications required to perform there desired function. After she completed the task at hand and places the charging arcs at each point of the bed, she then took a moment to merge with na'Tefri to discern how the ships computer file matrix and related subroutines work, while starting to make notes to herself before disengaging the link. After that task has ended, va'Larr then proceeded to retrieve na'Tefris charging cradle from her belongings and instructs her to begin her charging sequence.

Once she was satisfied with her progress, va'Larr then engages her charging arcs and climbed into bed to say a small prayer for her new family, whereafter she then slips into her state of slumber and dream dreams of her homeworld, her people, her new family, and of new memories and of things yet to come.