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Star Trek: Season 3 - Shore Leave

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=/\= Quinn here.. =/\= He could hear Sevryll monotone voice =/\= Captain we have arrived at Earth, we will be docking at Starbase 2 for repairs in two minutes. =/\= Thank you Commander.. Quinn out =/\=

Quinn stood from behind the desk and exited his ready room. As he entered the bridge Lt. Commander Sevryll stood from the Captain's chair and took the seat to the right as Quinn sat down.

Quinn turned to Sevryll " How long are repairs going to take Commander? " Sevryll looked down at her console " 2.3 weeks sir"  "Great " Quinn said, " it will give the crew some time to rest, before our next mission." Sevryll gave Quinn an inquisitive look, Quinn continued " I am giving the entire crew two weeks shore leave."

"Sir" Sevryll said quietly " I think I should remain to supervise repairs" Quinn waved his hand "nonsense Commander, we all need some time off " Quinn smiled " Don't force me make this an order Commander ", Sevryll gave Quinn a half smile and nodded.

Quinn pressed his comm badge =/\= To the crew of the USS Tiberius, this is your Acting Captain. We have arrived at Earth for some much-needed repairs. We will be down for two and a half weeks. I am here by giving the entire crew a two-week shore leave. But before you leave I would like all of us to meet at 1800 hours in Hall G at Starfleet headquarters from a special ceremony... Quinn out  =/\=

Quinn turned to the Sevryll, "We have some things to discuss Commander, please follow me to my office." They both got up and exited the bridge.

iceman

I would be stuck in the sick bay for a few more days and decided to update my personal log. Losing a crew member was something I as a doctor could never get used to.

Also Having to fight and kill in order to save fellow crew members was something I was having a hard time dealing with. I kept remembering my oath has a doctor... Above all else do no harm. ...I was having a hard time dealing with this as it conflicted with my oath as a starfleet officer.

I find myself questioning my ability as both a doctor and a starfleet officer and have asked the counsellor and captain to meet me here,in sick bay I am sure that my feelings are natural under the circumstances. I almost lost my life in shielding Lt  Peters from further harm and my shoulder injury was quite serious due to the loss of blood, it would be a few more days before my wound would be fully healed.

But some how I still feel the quilt for not being able to prevent Lt. Peters death. I know as a doctor I could do nothing for him, but emotionally it makes me feel as if I failed my captain and crew some how. In some ways I am glad to be taking some time off for shore leave. and have sent a personal email to Commander Sevryll asking if she would like to join me on shore leave. I don't really wish to be alone and have no family to share it with anyway.

I am awaiting the captain and counsellor as I ponder who will be getting promotions and citations as this first mission has certainly made me aware of skills and abilities I really never knew I had. I at least now know that I can hold my own in a firefight and even saved some people without proper medical equipment. I just hope the Captain Sees things and events the way I did and I still have a job as  CMO of the Tiberius.

Jen

#2
Lieutenant Commander Sevryll gave Quinn a half smile and nodded. Well, it was more like a thinning of the lips as she apathetically accepted the fact that staying aboard was not an option. If they were orbiting Vulcan, shore leave would be more agreeable to Sevryll. But it wasn't Vulcan they orbited, it was Earth. Though Sevryll was bonded to a human, her husband did not live on Earth. He was an agent of Section 31 and his wife was the only person, outside the agency, who knew his dirty secret. Yet despite this fact, Sevryll knew nothing of his whereabouts...he could be anywhere.

The only other person Sevryll knew on Earth was her mother—a history professor at Starfleet Acadamey. Sevryll hoped that Sareth was on a prolonged sabbatical to some historically interesting site on another world...but she knew better. Her mother was excessively dedicated to academia and would not willingly accept an extended vacation. An interest in antiquities and an extreme devotion to work were the only traits Sevryll shared with her overbearing parent.

Sevryll's new duties as Acting First Officer, had made it difficult to spend time with her children. A trip to Earth would be enjoyable to them, and this truth was the only benefit she expected to derive from the unavoidable retreat.  Her toddlers would be turning three-years-old in a week, and though Vulcan children did not celebrate birthdays, Sevryll's children would. Sareth would not approve...but the twins were, after all, half human and Sevryll would not allow her mother to dictate how she would raise her own children.

"Cakes are served at birthday parties", she whispered to no one in particular. She would discuss this with Counselor Margon—he had recently mentioned that "chocolate cake" was his favorite dessert. Perhaps he had some experience organizing the celebration that commemorates one's birth.

Sevryll stood from her chair, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, straightened her jacket and followed Commander Quinn to his office.
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#3
Suder heard the announcement and jumped up from his seat in his quarters and nearly hit his head. He never did much, but he had friends on Earth and he wondered what this "special ceremony"wasâ€" he didn't care really. He ran to the door so fast that it almost didn't open for him. Then Suder ran to the exit and actually hit the next door, it was closed. When checked a terminal, the information on the screen let him know they were  docking in two Minutes. Suder sat down and waited.

"Well, this is what I get for doing nothing..." He sighed.

They finally docked and Suder left for the closest Earth restaurant. He bought a bottled Coca Cola. The label read "250 years and going strong".

Suder thought "I bet it tasted better back in the day."

He then went back aboard the ship to say good-bye to everyone.
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Duffster

Cedric Tain look over his new orders from Star Fleet command. He was to report to the Akira Class starship Tiberius when the ship docked, as a new Lt in the security section. Tain sighed and set the orders on the table beside the bed of the hotel room he had rented.

Tain quickly took off the new uniform he had been supplied with.

"Damn monkey suit.", Tain muttered. He wondered if he was ever going to get used to it.

He had just arrived in San Francisco. Tain had gone through enough  debriefings, hearings and ceremonies to last him a life time. He'd come through the entire process with exactly what he didn't want, a medal, and a commission. Tain had thought he could persuade the brass that he would be best doing what he had always done in Star Fleet. Working with new recruits, training them and teaching them how to stay alive. The brass had seen it a different way. They thought Tain needed a different prospective. He had demonstrated that he could lead and plan, and that's what they were going to have him learn. They even smiled as they told him that "If nothing else Lt. Tain, maybe this will teach you to be a little more understanding of the politics of command."

Tain grimaced as he thought of that word.. politics. He had always been very upfront in all his dealings with superiors, and subordinates. He prided himself as never pulling punches, he told it as saw it. Choosing his words carefully was going to be one of the biggest obstacles he had ever had to overcome.

Cedric has seriously entertained resigning after his commission had been made permanent. But then he thought back over his career, and what Star Fleet had meant to him. He decided that if the brass thought this would be good for him, well he would try his best to make it work. The Fleet was his life, at the cost of three marriages, and he was not about to throw that all away.

"Well", Cedric said aloud,"I sure hope this  ship isn't full of a bunch of stuck up little snot nosed academy grads. At least I have a few days before I have to report!!"

Cedric threw on some comfortable civvies. He looked at himself in the mirror and smiled slyly.

"Cedric my boy.....let's go have some fun!"
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Bryancd

K'arath stood bathed in the warm blue glow of the warp core as the Captains message resounded through the nearly empty main engineering deck. He had allowed most of his engineers the opportunity to rest and recover following their last...complicated mission.
Shore leave, he mused. He was glad they had returned to Earth, he had always flet more of an affinity for the blue world than his home world Kronos. After the last mission, the last thing he really wanted to see were the brow ridges of another Klingon. He began a search for any climbing expeditions he could join to summit Mt. Everest...again.

Jen

#6
Averik Newol stood at attention as she recited Article 99 for Admiral Watts, Judge Advocate General. "Misbehavior before the enemy—Performing other unspecified acts of cowardly conduct, while in combat. Cowardice can, by definition, only be charged during a time of... and in an area of armed conflict."

The Judge Advocate General eyed the young JAG officer as she fixed her gaze on the wall behind him. "And what is the penalty for such an offense lieutenant?" He inquired with an air of conceit.

Averik never flinched as she rattled off the penalty. "According to the Uniform Code of Military Justice, the maximum punishment for cowardice is death."

He walked around lieutenant Averik before returning to his desk and sitting in his plush, over-sized chair. He crossed his legs and placed his hands upon his knee.

"Permission to speak freely sir," she requested with confidence.
There was a momentary pause before he replied,"permission granted."

Averik slowly lowered her eyes to meet Admiral Watts' hard gaze. "Sir, my placement aboard the Tiberius was unwarranted. Captain Bell was an admiral man, and I found his crew to be valiant and honorable." She swallowed hard before continuing. "I believe this investigation was a wild goose chase. Furthermore, it is my assessment that you had an axe to grind with Captain Gilbert Bell and you tried to use me to sharpen it."

The silence was deafening, but Averik shrugged it off and continued. "My report reflects this fact, and I will be delivering it to Admiral Talbot today. In fact, his office is my next stop."

A vain in Watts' neck grew as he slowly rose from his comfortable chair to tower over the petite Bajoran standing before him. "Go to hell!" He replied curtly.

Averik's eyes glinted with the laughter she would not audibly voice, "I've already been there Admiral...they mentioned something about the door not hitting me on the way out." And with that Lieutenant Averik Newol, Assistant Judge Advocate General, spun on her heal and left the JAG's Legal Center. "Hopefully Admiral Talbot needs an assistant with background in law," she muttered to herself as the door closed behind her.
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iceman

I finished my report for the captain and the jag officer regarding the many legal violations of starfleet law by the Arcadi-ans especially regarding the use of illegal and banned weapons that resulted in the death of one fine officer Lt Peters as well as my close call with death. I also included the information I gathered from Chogan that made me believe that the Arcadian homeworld was also in violation of several starfleet laws in regards to the arcadians and my recommendation that their inclusion into the United Federation of Planets be Reviewed and possibly revoked.

Since I had not heard from Lieutenant Commander Sevryll  I resent my invitation to her to perhaps go on shore leave together as Having no family left alive She was the closest friend I had especially since we both shared some unique and personal experiences as a result of are contact with the Iconian device.

I also resent my emails to the counsellor and the captain as I felt it was important to discuss my experience with them as I still carried an overwhelmingly strong sense of responsibility for the loss of Lt. Peters and felt that perhaps they could if nothing else just reassure me that I did all I could and that I did not let the captain and the crew down. I also needed to talk to the captain and the Counsellor about me having to kill some arcadians and was having a hard time reconciling this with my role as a doctor and the Hippocratic oath.

I know my feelings were normal and I know I did what I had to do to survive but was hoping they could give me a differrent perspective o this, and secretly hoped that Lieutenant Commander Sevryll could give me some logical perspective on this that would help me reconcile these feelings I am having.

So now All I can do is wait for the captain , counsellor and Lieutenant Commander Sevryll  to show up and offer me their words of wisdom. I hoped to get this issue resolved before this upcoming ceremony.

Know all I could do was wait for the nurse to give me some pain medication and hope this skin regeneration unit would hurry up and heal my wound and wait for my final blood tranfusion to be complete so that I could finally leave sick bay.

Geoff G.o.B

#8
Gaius sat at the dirty table in the seedy dockers bar somewhere I the bowls of space dock 2, in orbit around earth. He could just make out earth through the grime encrusted porthole next to his table, a spectacular view. Not that any of the bars patrons were interested in it, they lived and worked in orbit above the planet, the only porthole they were interested in was at the bottom of their empty glasses. It was a real rat hole but perfect for someone who wanted to be invisible, right now Gaius only wanted to be noticed by one person and he was late.

Gaius toyed with the message tablet in his hand, David had given it to him before he left Go-Shan 6, it was a message for his wife Lt Sevryll. David had learned that the USS Tiberius was due in space dock and had pleaded with Gaius to deliver it for him. At first he had said no, he was here on a job and wouldn't have time to sightsee, but David had persisted until Gaius gave in.

David puzzled Gaius, he didn't understand how a man could do what he did for Section 31 and then go home to his wife and kids with blood on his hands and play happy families. Admittedly he didn't have much blood on his hands because he was what Section 31 called a "Geek", a Section 31 nickname for an operative who specialised in data gathering. Geeks could get any data in any format from anywhere, they were fully trained for "wet work" but they specialised in intel gathering. Geeks usually had a minder with them to handle the wet work and that's where Gaius had come in, wet work was his speciality. He'd been doing it most of his adult life, he was classified Omega 6, only the best made it that far. His colleagues in section 31 had nicknamed him the "Ghost" because of his ability to slip in, dispose of a target and be long gone before the alarm was raised. It was during their second op together when David had made his first kill.

He and David had been on and surveillance job when it went bad. 3 Yridians had burst into their observation point intent on killing them. Gaius didn't have time to fire his weapon so he just launched himself at 2 of the attackers. 2 shots from a phaser fired one scorched his shoulder but he had no idea where the other one went and he didn't care. His hands grab the first Yridians' head and pressed his thumbs into the eye sockets, the Yridian bellowed in pain knocked Gaius to one side and collapsed on the floor clutching his face screaming. The 2nd Yridian had grabbed Gaius from behind, Gaius' drove his left foot backwards into the knee of the Yridian, there was a sickening crunch as it buckled backwards. His attacker howled in pain and released his grip, Gaius spun round driving his elbow into his attacker's windpipe, the blow crushed cartilage and bone as it shattered his airway. The Yridian gasped and gurgled for air, he tried to stagger away but his ruined knee gave out and he collapsed on the floor writhing as he fought for breath.

Gaius turned his attention to his blinded colleague who was now curled up whimpering on the floor, as he approached him the Yridian heard the footsteps and tried to struggle to his feet, Gaius kicked him onto his front then dropped to his knees, driving one into the base of the prone Yridians skull. There was a crack and he lay still, only then did Gaius turn to look what had happened to the 3rd Yridian. David was sat against the wall a phaser in his hand, his face was a mask of horror. The Yridian lay on his back with a blackened scorch mark on his chest, the phaser had been set to stun but at that range he may as well have it on full power. Gaius walked over to David, he appeared to be in shock, when he spoke to him David just stared at the weapon in his hand. They had to move so Gaius packed up, took the weapon and bullied and pushed David all the way to a safe house. It was 2 days until extraction and David just sat there in a living coma, Gaius was facing a decision, he had to get to the extraction point but in David condition they would never make it. Standing orders were clear the mission came first. Gaius decided to make one last effort for his colleague, he rummaged through his things, found the pict slate of his family and went to talk to him. He told him it was self defence, that he had no choice, he reminded him that his family were waiting for him and he owed it to them to come home alive, he told him in time the memory of the look on the Yridians face would fade and it would get easier in time. It had been a lie, the faces never faded they always lurked just behind your eyelids waiting for you to close your eyes, but it was what David wanted to hear. Slowly he pulled himself together and they left for the extraction.
After the debrief and psyche evaluation David was sent on 2 weeks leave, Gaius assumed he wouldn't see him again, he'd be re-assigned to a desk job. But he did come back and they'd worked together many times since, why David came back he never said and Gaius didn't ask..
A shadow fell across him and disturbed his musings as his mind came back to the grimy surroundings of the bar.

"You Mr Smith?" said a dirty dockhand in a high pitched voice. Gaius nodded. The dockhand sat down, the smell of an unwashed body mixed with dirt and cheap Romulan ale joined them at the table.
"Funny you don't look like a Smith" said the whiney voiced man. Gaius looked at him, he was a typical messenger, scrawny, lank greasy hair, nervous eyes and full of false bravado, a little fish swimming with sharks.

"Funny you don't look like a corpse, yet" replied Gaius, his voice was flat and even.

"Ere don't you threaten me, Mr Kahmir doesn't like threats" he whined.

"I wasn't threatening Mr Kahmir, now do you have the information?" Gaius' eyes never left the mans own.

"Yeah you got the payment?"

"yes, lets go somewhere private to exchange" Gaius stood without waiting for a response and headed off into the corridor, the weasel messenger darted up quickly to follow him. They headed down a few dark corridors into an abandoned part of the station, they passed through a bulkhead door and into some sort of duct way.

"Where are we?" questioned the messenger as his eyes darted around nervously.

"It's and old heat exchange duct which has 2 distinct advantages, one no surveillance cameras due to the extreme temperatures and 2 its heat shielded with only heat sensors for monitoring. The sensors are only activated at very high temperatures so they won't even notice us, we are out of sight and mind"
"nice" the messenger took out a data slate and handed it over "why do you want to know about an old Cardassian outpost?" he asked Gaius look hard at the man "you've read the data?"

"Yeah well only glanced at it, just out of curiosity like" the man looked nervous and wouldn't meet Gaius' gaze.

"Here take you payment then wit 5 mins and follow me out" Gaius handed over another data slate. The messenger started to view it, "it's all here yeah, all the codes and plans of the weapons lockers" he asked looking intently at the data tablet.

"its all there" said Gaius removing a long black cord from around his wrist, "oh can you give a message to Mr Kahmir for me?"

"Yeah sure" said the messenger not looking up from the slate, "what is it?"

Gaius slipped behind him looping the cord around his neck, he pulled it tight, the muscles on his arms straining against his shirt. The messenger struggled his hands scrabbling ineffectually at the cord round his throat, his heels drumming on the metal floor. Gaius kicked his legs out from under him and he sunk to the floor, his weight finished it as his necked snapped. Gaius released the cord from his left hand and the messenger slumped to the floor. Gaius knelt down and retrieved the data pad, tucking it away in a jacket pocket and pulling out a small black cylinder. He placed it by the slumped body of the messenger and started to walk away. As he reached the bulkhead doorway the device ignited, white hot molten fire immolated the body in seconds, turning the gantry into a molten slag pool .

Gaius shut the bulkhead door and made his way back up to the shuttle bay, he patted his pocket to check he still had David's message tablet, he just had time to deliver it to Sevryll and her ankle biters before he had to contact control and report in. As he walked back into the man shuttle bay he subconsciously wiped his hands on his jacket, like he was trying to wipe something off.
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#9
1730 Hours – Hall G – Starfleet Headquarters

Quinn entered the hall and looked around appraisingly, he wanted to make sure things were set up to his specifications. This was going to be a good night, compared to the last few months. Quinn had no idea what was in store for him when he took this assignment. He and Captain Bell barely had time to get to know their new crew when circumstances removed Captain Bell from the Tiberius leaving Quinn as acting Captain. There next mission didn't go as planned and they lost not only their Chief of Security but also a close friend of Quinn's.  He walked around the hall inspecting the tables, people were hurriedly running around putting the finishing touches on the place. Quinn walked up to the stage and main table where he, Lt. Commander Servyll and Admiral Talbot would be sitting and noticed the items that he requested were sitting there. He bent down and picked up one of the boxes and opened it. A smile came across his face as he closed the lid and placed it on top of the others.

"Sir", said an ensign just behind him. "Everything is ready to go, do you need anything else?" Quinn turned to look at her, "No... Thank you Ensign, everything looks great." She smiled and gave Quinn a nod then exited a door to her right. Quinn stood there on the stage taking one last look at the empty hall before it started to fill up with is crew. This was going to be a good night for all but bound to be a great night for few deserving people.

1745 Hours – Hall G – Starfleet Headquarters

The room began to fill. It was almost 1800 hours and Quinn was ready to start the ceremony.

moyer777

Counselor Margon entered sickbay.

"Dr Peterson I presume!"  he laughed.

"Finally", the Dr. mused.  "Thanks for checking in, where's Quinn and Sevyrll?  I've sent two messages"

"Well" the counselor went on, "They are probably both at the ceremony, and I have come for you.  We have a lot to talk about Dr.  and the captain and first officer want me to work with you on it.  My thoughts are that we could attend the ceremony together and then perhaps find a quiet place to talk?"

The Dr looked annoyed. 

"No offense counselor, I would like to talk to you, but I really needed to talk to them"  he scowled.

"It's OK, we'll have plenty of time to talk.  Come on, I know I'm not a physician, but I do have a perscription that needs to be given to you my patient!  One dose of Starfleet morale in the form of a mysterious ceremony.  So, get up off the bio bed and let's get on our way or we'll be late."

The Dr. finally cracked a smile and gave into the counselors demands.  He quickly dressed and both he and Margon made their way to the transporter room. 

"You know Dr., "said Margon, "This would be a good time to hang out at Starfleet Medical.  I understand they have some fascinating studies in reconstructive nanite technology going on.  They say that with recent developments this Borg technology may be the key to full tissue regeneration."  The counselor was baiting the Dr.  He knew that Dr. Peterson would love to head up Starfleet Medical someday, and he never could resist new technology.  He was hoping that it would make this trip to the ceremony a little easier, since the Dr. was physically uncomfortable.  It was the counselor's way of getting Dr. Peterson's mind off of his troubles. 

Several people were waiting in line at the transporter room.  They were all beaming down to the ceremony.

"You don't say?" muttered the Dr. "That does fascinate me." 

They stepped to the transporter platform and beamed down to the conference room.

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#11
Suder looked at the time, it was almost ceremony time...He had to get to the transporter room to beam down. He ran, ran fast because he did not really want to wait in a long line. Of coarse he ended up waiting in a line anyway.

"If this thing ends up being an award ceremony, I will be asleep soon after it begins. "I could be bored on the ship and never have to actually go anywhere...or wait in this long line!" He thought to himself.
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Jen

#12
The diligent engineers of the USS Tiberius had worked around the clock, to ensure one transporter would be operational in time for the ceremony. The entire transport system had been disabled in the battle with the Acamarians and it would take at least two weeks to bring them all online. Because it was the only functioning transporter, a long line stretched out of transporter room three, into the corridor, around the corner and down the hallway that led to the turbolift.

Two small Vulcan children accompanied Sevryll to the turbolift on the deck that held their cabin...each holding one of their mother's hands; N'Vall sang his favorite song:"Row, Row, Row Your Boat" as M'Rynn stood quietly beside her mother.  Both toddlers wore traditional Vulcan attire. M'rynn's yellow, silk suit, bore flared sleeves trimmed in silver and gold thread. N'vall wore a gray, high collar ensemble edged in black satin trim. When the turbolift stopped, the three of them stepped out to discover the end of a very long line.

As Sevryll walked to the end, she found Ensign Suder leaning against the bulkhead with a remote look on his face. N'vall's singing roused him from his daydream and he straightened abruptly at the sight of Lt. Commander Sevryll. "Good evening Ma'am," he said as he tugged at the collar of his vest.

Each crewman wore a dress uniform, consisting of a white jacket, gray, quilted vest, and black duty trousers. The vests' mandarin collars were embellished with division colors and adorned with the appropriate rank insignias. Suder felt like a waiter...he hated wearing uniforms, especially his pretty white dress uniform.

"Hello Ensign Suder," Sevryll replied. The young secondary counselor knelt before the two children in order to display his slide of hand. With a wink he quickly produced a credit chip from behind N'Vall's ear. The little boy smiled and laughed which surprised Suder.

"Forgive me for asking commander, but do Vulcan children usually laugh?"

"M'rynn and N'Vall have not begun their formal training in emotional restraint."

"Oh, " he said with a smile and waved at M'rynn as the little girl bashfully hid behind her mother's leg.

Upon their first meeting Doctor Peterson had once pulled a coin from behind the N'Vall's ear, "did Doctor teach you that trick?" the boy asked Suder in a small voice.

"Who do you think taught Doc Peterson?" Suder chuckled...it was an exaggeration, but the toddler seemed satisfied with the answer.

After ten minuets of standing in the same place, Suder excused himself and disappeared around the corner. He came back five minutes later and informed Sevryll that she could move to the front of the line. The Vulcan politely refused but Suder took N'Vall by the hand and quickly ushered them all to the transporter room.

"Excuse us, pardon me...Commander Sevryll's running a little  behind." He nodded and smiled and winked at fellow crewmen as he pushed his way through the crowd.

"I never run behind, " remarked Sevryll as she struggled to reach N'Vall's hand. "This is not necessary Ensign ...Ensign, please..."

"Its OK commander, we all run late sometimes." They finally made it to the transporter where a jovial, Denobulan, transporter chief awaited them. He smiled and motioned Sevryll to the pad. She reluctantly ascended the steps and positioned her children near by. Ensign Suder nonchalantly took a spot next to her as the Denobulan shot him a questioning glance.  Suder met the gaze and said, "what? I'm with her...get on with it, she's in a hurry."

The transporter was activated as Lt. Commander Sevryll futilely informed the Denobulan, that Suder was not "with her". Her protest echoed within the shimmering particles as their patterns were transferred to a lobby in Starfleet headquarters.

Hall G, contained an undulating sea of dress uniforms formed by admirals, captains, ambassadors, cadets, and various other Starfleet personnel. The drones of a hundred voices floated on the air and resonated in the chamber as Sevryll and Suder fell in behind a group of Andorians. They entered the doorway of the grand hall, and a hostess greeted them while simultaneously flagging down an usher.

The usher escorted Sevryll and crew, to the front of the hall where a table had been set for the senior staff of the Tiberius. There, Doctor Peterson, Counselor Margon, Chief Engineer K'ararth, Lt. Li Sameria,and their guests...Ensigns Manrique, Morgen, and Starstriker sat sipping wine and trading jokes....Ensign Bandera had been invited, but declined to attend the event. They all rose when Commander Sevryll stopped at their table to drop off the freeloading Ensign Suder.

The tall Vulcan inclined her head towards her crewmates and said hello to Margon and Peterson. Immediately the children left their mother's side to hug the two men. It had been a few days since they last saw them and the toddlers were anxious to say hello. Doctor Peterson hugged them back and presented them with each with a blue sucker. He seemed to beam as he lifted N'Vall.

"We'll watch them Sevryll, you go on up to your seat on stage," offered the counselor. He sat down with the little girl on his knee, as she picked up his drink and took as sip. Luckily it was just water. N'Vall sat with Doctor Peterson, happily unwrapping his blue lolly pop.

Commander Sevryll thanked them and allowed the usher to escort her to her place near Commander Quinn and Admiral Talbot. Admiral Talbot rose and parted his fingers in a Vulcan salute.

"Live long and prosper, " said Sevryll as she returned the gesture. Quinn welcomed Sevryll and motioned for her to take the chair near him.
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JoSpiv

Ensign Bandana as pleased to be able to spend some time on Earth.   He planned on returning to the home of his parents.  He hadn't been to Earth since the funeral for his brother. 

After having lunch with his parents, he did some site seeing.  Surprisingly, he was born on Earth but had never been to the site of Doctor Cochrane's famous launch.   He spent the day there, took from holo-images, and thought, "Wow, nice statue." 

He then finally forced himself to go to his brothers grave.  It was difficult for Joseph, he never really had come to terms with his brothers death during the war with the Dominon.   

After spending several minutes at the grave, he returned to the ship.   He had remembered why he had left Earth to begin with.  He couldn't stand the bugs, and to many memories he didn't want to remember. 

He went to his quarters, and awaited his orders.
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Rico

#14
Admiral Talbot was never one for ceremony.  He had always preferred to let his actions and those of others around him to speak for themselves.  But as he took his seat in Hall G at Starfleet he also was very aware that sometimes certain events called for a different, more formal response.  What the crew of of the Tiberius had been through recently was certainly one such event. 

Talbot knew several of the main officers aboard the ship from chance meetings throughout the years.  He had never had much of a chance to get to know Captain Bell very well, which he regretted now.  He seems to of gained a great deal of trust and respect in his crew in a very short time.  Talbot even thought he noticed a small crack in the cool Vulcan veneer of Lt. Commander Sevryll after he made the traditional greeting when seeing her.  Only those very used to being around Vulcans would notice or pick up on it.  Something his mixed heritage aided him on.

As the ceremony was about to begin the Admiral tugged at his dress uniform collar.  Damn silly monkey suit, he thought to himself.  He knew he would be infinitely more comfortable on his back in a Jeffries tube even working on a simple impulse engine diagnostic procedure.  Now behave yourself, he could hear his wife Lydia telling him in his mind, even now.  She was one of the very few people in the universe who could get him to change his mind or help him through these types of events.  He missed having her at his side, especially on a day like today.