Star Trek: Universe [Deep Space Nine]
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				Title: <strong>Star Trek: Universe [Deep Space Nine]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thera Regina</strong> on <strong>01-03-2022, 18:21:50</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/220301/37bd04082b16d22ade04d0285877d7c9.png) (https://fontmeme.com/futuristic-fonts/)<br></div><br><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/5/5d/5E0449B6-CC56-4A8A-AE1E-1635B3A48C64.webp/320px-5E0449B6-CC56-4A8A-AE1E-1635B3A48C64.webp.png)</div> Formerly known as (https://fontmeme.com/permalink/220301/b28f1dae5d74b88bd6f0c433ed151d75.png) (https://fontmeme.com/futuristic-fonts/), is a Space Station in the Bajoran Sector of the Alpha Quadrant. Built by the Cardassians during their occupation of Bajor, it orbits the planet and serves as the first stop for people heading to and from the Gamma Quadrant via the Bajoran Wormhole, <em>(Known locally as the Temple of the Prophets)</em>.<br><br>In early 2369, the Cardassians left <em>Terok Nor</em>, and the Bajorans took it back, inviting the UFP to jointly administer the station. During this time, it was renamed <em>Deep Space Nine</em> and Commander Benjamin Sisko took command. He soon met his future friends, in the forms of his Bajoran Second-in-Command Major Kira Nerys, his Chief of Security Odo, his Chief Medical Officer Doctor Julian Bashir, Chief of Operations Miles O'Brien and Chief Science Officer <em>(as well as old friend)</em> Lieutenant Jadzia Dax, until after the Dominion War, when Captain Sisko retired to Bajor with his wife Kasidy.<br><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[b]Name/Rank:[/b]<br>[b]Location:[/b]<br>[b]Activity:[/b]<br>[b]Tagging:[/b]<br>[hr]</code></pre><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Universe [Deep Space Nine]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>04-03-2022, 05:20:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/11/b3/3d/11b33dc90c919a498dfc1340801c0bd5.jpg)</div><strong>Name/Rank:</strong> Captain Nathan Barnes<br><strong>Location:</strong> Deep Space 9/ Prominade <br><strong>Activity:</strong> Eating<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Any<br><br><hr>Even starship captains need time off and shore leave, though few ever take the opportunity.&nbsp; Nathan would be the first to admit he feel into the category where he let his strong sense of duty and being in "the chair" drive most of his life.&nbsp; With the taking on new equipment and refitting one squadron to handle the new long range exploration and reconnaissance configuration.&nbsp; Once the refit had finished the <em>Hornet</em> had received its new orders for an extended tour out in the Gamma Quadrant.&nbsp; &nbsp;The <em>Hornet</em> was at Deep Space Nine for some shore leave due to a conference being held at the station.&nbsp; Nathan was one of the captains asked to attend as the <em>Hornet</em> had some recent engagements with some unknown alien race and as well as ships which have appeared from the so called "Mirror Universe".&nbsp; All of it was causing unrest in the Alpha and Beta quadrants, eve skirmishes with the Klingon Empire who had withdrawn from the Khitomir&nbsp; Accords.&nbsp; It was not full scale war, but tensions were high.<br><br>All of it was in the back of his mind however as he sat down to enjoy his meal.&nbsp; He never had a chance during the Dominion War to spend any down time before at Deep Space Nine or Bajor, and he was going to use the time to rectify it.&nbsp; He was killing some time right now, waiting for the <em>McCoy</em> to arrive and Alexis to join him on the shore leave to Bajor itself.&nbsp; It would be the first time since the end of the war they had any time off together.&nbsp; They tried to invite James, but his work on Orion was keeping him there, which Nathan could understand.&nbsp; Open diplomatic dialog with any planet with close ties to the Klingon Empire was important at this time.&nbsp; Still he and Alexis would have time to themselves and have a nice two days free rock climbing in the Kola Mountains.<br><br>Nathan set down the plate and closed his eyes, breathing in the heady scent of the food.&nbsp; The restaurant was one of the few on the station which served fresh and not replicated food.&nbsp; While scientists swore up and down replicated food was the same, Nathan always though differently.&nbsp; He knew it was mental, but some mental ticks were hard to overcome.&nbsp; Good food was his one weakness, something he paid for with punishing hours in the gym, but as vices go, there were worse.&nbsp; For now he looked down and nearly drooled at his tradition hasperat served with a side of batbird stew.&nbsp; His drink however was a traditional Earth peach ice tea since he was on duty.&nbsp; He had time, ad he intended to enjoy his meal, even if the hasperat made his eyes water and his small intestines curse his name later. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Universe [Deep Space Nine]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>04-03-2022, 08:57:45</strong>
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				<strong>Name/Rank:</strong> LtCmdr Torstein Harms<br><strong>Location:</strong> Deep Space 9/Promenade <br><strong>Activity:</strong> Eating, defending the honour of the <em>U.S.S. Bellicose</em> and her captain, getting arrested<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>The <em>U.S.S. Bellicose</em> was docked at Deep Space 9 out of necessity rather than desire. Her mission was to patrol the sector and engage in police action against an increase in piracy. The actions of the <em>Bellicose</em> and her crew had seen piracy decrease by a figure of 37%. The captain of the U.S.S. Bellicose was pleased with this figure, and thus, the crew was pleased as well. Captain T'Len demanded much from her crew, but to a man they loved her and they always gave the best. Much of the relatively small crew complement of the Bellicose were selected personally by T'Len, and it was known that in some cases she had pulled strings to make transfers of personnel she desired happen. As a veteran of Wolf 359, T'Len understood that sometimes the only logical solution to a problem was the swift, deliberate, and focused application of violence. Thus the necessity of the <em>Bellicose</em> docking at Deep Space 9: she was in need of repair and resupply. Her complement of torpedoes was exhausted, the power conduits for her phaser cannons needed servicing, the power cells replacing, and her hull showed deep scarring from several vicious encounters with hostile forces. But the Bellicose was a tough little ship who punched above her weight class. She started fights and she <em>finished</em> fights.<br><br>Torstein, the XO of the <em>Bellicose</em>, was having a working lunch with the ship's tactical officer, an Andorian male named Shrieve, and chief engineer, a human male named Tuomas Saint-Theodemir. Torstein's meal was an enormous - what some might call gluttonous - steak. It was, of course, replicated. But an actual chef had prepared it from a replicated raw state so there was some art lavished upon it. The meat was cooked to a perfect medium rare and there was a delicious crust to its exterior and a rich garlic butter had finished it. He drank water with it, forgoing a similarly lavish beverage. Shrieve elected for Andorian Fast Food, and Tuomas was eating the same based upon Shrieve's suggestion based upon the human's tastes. Tuomas seemed to be enjoying it, although much of it was a new culinary experience to him.<br><br>"Look here. I appreciate the value of extra armour but we'd lose 1.2% maneuvering. The increase in mass just isn't worth it." Tuomas said, shaking his head and pointing at the padd at their table. <br><br>Torstein chewed thoughtful. "We have maneuvering to spare. When we want to be, we are more than nimble enough. More than we can use, really - see here: when we go all out with the cannons and emitters there is not enough power from the engine to keep up peak speed and maneuvering anyway." The male countered, tapping the padd and bringing up various power readouts from the ship's logs. Tuomas looked at the figures and his face screwed up in concentration.<br><br>Tuomas still shook his head. "I still don't think we should go to the captain and propose up-armouring the <em>Bellicose</em>. What do you think, Shrieve?"<br><br>The Andorian's antennae flickered in annoyance. "I think if you can't fight your own battles you should leave me out of it." He said tersely, but tapped at the padd and cycled through to a new image. "But if you want to know what I really think this is it. Upgrades to the power conduits and the warp core. If the captain approves we can get an increase in power output of 12.7% and an increase in the efficiency of all phaser systems of 31.4%. That means more punch, less drain on engines or enough spare power to compensate, and then we could up-armour without losing any nimbleness." The Andorian looked at the two humans with a smug expression on his face. "But for the record . . . I'm always for taking it on the chin." He took a long drink from his beverage - something not quite completely analogous to Earth's soda pop but close. <br><br>Tuomas looked a bit glum and defeated. His head wagged from side to side and he eventually threw up his hands. "We'd need weeks to work out all of the kinks and getting these new power upgrades online and working smoothly." Then he gripped his chin thoughtfully, and the gears were turning and his mind was warming to the idea. Shrieve laughed, knowing that Tuomas was on his side now, and since his side meant more armour for the ship that meant Torstein was too, which made him the ultimate victor. <br><br>"Very good, Mr. Shrieve." Torstein said dryly. "I think we can bring these power upgrades to the captain. Some simulations of new systems output will be required, but if the data bears out your projections I think we have a good chance of getting her to approve." The three seemed quite pleased with their plans to modify the ship and deviate her from standard design specifications. <br><br>Somewhere there was a ship designer who felt a sudden stab of deep, existential agony and did not know why.<br><br>Across from them, another group increased the volume of their conversation in a deliberate manner, ensuring they would be overheard. The group was part of the crew of a cargo transport with suspected ties to the Orion Syndicate that could not be substantiated. At least not with any solid proof that would stand up in court. The group consisted of a pair of Nausicaans, a Romulan, and a pair of Tellarites. "Did you see that scrap heap moored by the upper pylon? What an eyesore!" One of the Tellarites exclaimed. "You ever see something so ugly?"<br><br>"I once had the misfortune of laying eyes upon a completely disrobed Nausicaan female." The Romulan replied with theatrical distaste. "But I still prefer the memories of that to the sight of that little scrap tug."<br><br>"What ship?" One of the Nausicaans asked dimly.<br><br>"The Belch!" The other Nausicaan answered. "The tiny garbage scow! You saw!" And smacked his fellow on the chest. The other Nausicaan got angry.<br><br>"I thought it was a piece of space junk!" The first Nausicaan said and was about to retaliate when one of the Tellarites stopped him.<br><br>Torstein, Shrieve, and Tuomas looked at one another. And they were willing to let all of this slide, although it rankled their pride to have their beloved <em>Bellicose</em> slandered in this fashion. But they also had their dignity as Starfleet officers. And the low, crass attempts of a few ruffians to goad them into violence with a few coarse words failed to elicit a rise out of them. It was especially hard for Tuomas: as the chief engineer, he had the closest relationship with the ship. The intimacy he had with the ship was uncanny and did not bear out close scrutiny if one did not wish to arrive at disturbing discoveries, as was the case with all chief engineers worth the title. Even Scotty. At least, if rumours and gossip were to be believed.<br><br>"It's okay - I thought it was space junk too when I saw it!" The Tellarite said, and the Nausicaan was mollified by someone smart sharing his opinion. "Y'know the worst part, though? Heard it's got a captain that's Vulcan, and female. I guess it's only 'logical' that the worst kind of captain gets the worst kind of ship!"<br><br>This, however, was something that none of them were willing to let stand and go unanswered. Even Shrieve, despite the past animosities of the Vulcan and Andorian peoples, loved Captain T'Len. If any of the trio were alone they would still have been compelled to act. As it was, together, their compulsion was exacerbated by the presence of fellow crew members. Not one of them wanted to be the one who failed to act or did the least in defense of their captain. Such was their love and loyalty for their commanding officer.<br><br>"As the captain would say: 'havoc, gentlemen.'" Torstein said, putting his utensils down and wiping his mouth on a napkin. He placed it on the table and rose as his fellow officers did the same. As one they marched over to the offending table.<br><br>The crew of the cargo vessel expected some sort of verbal sparring to presage the violence they were sure would not result from their insults. At least, the Tellarites and the Romulan did. There was a sort of etiquette to these things. Barbs were exchanged. Insults slung back and forth. They did not really think that members of Starfleet had the guts to really <em>do</em> anything. The Nausicaans thought it would just be more useless talking and then the Federation would walk away with hurt feelings.<br><br>The crew of the <em>Bellicose</em> were happy to fail to live up to their expectations. Shrieve broke out into a run and flew at one of the Tellarites feet-first, delivering a drop kick while the male was still seated. The Tellarite was thrown back and lost several teeth as both of Shrieve's feet struck him squarely in the jaw. The Romulan got to his feet while Shrieve was in the air and went for a concealed weapon, but Tuomas bodied the Romulan, taking both of them to the ground. They were rolling and grappling, with Tuomas gaining the upper hand. He moved to a mount position and began to lay into the Romulan with furious haymakers. In short order, Tuomas had green on his knuckles. Torstein was last to join the fray but determined to make up for it. He clotheslined one of the rising Nausicaans, sending him to the ground with a bone-crunching impact that staggered the Nausicaan. It was an impressive feat of physical strength because the Nausicaan was very nearly Torstein's equal in physical stature. The other Nausicaan rose and drew a large knife with an intimidating, serrated edge. At the same time, the other Tellarite rose and turned to flee as fast as his stout legs could carry him. The Nausicaan meanwhile lumbered forward and thrust, but the attack was too slow and clumsy. Torstein dodged and blocked with his forearm, quickly disarming the Nausicaan. The human grabbed the Nausicaan's lapel and drew him in close, head-butting the Nausicaan before lifting him overhead and throwing him bodily at the fleeing Tellarite. The throw was true and the Nausicaan fell in a heap on his compatriot who folded under the impact.<br><br>"Put up your hands and surrender!" Came the sharp, gruff bark of a Bajoran deputy. There were half a dozen of them, with Bajoran phasers at the ready. Torstein gave a grunt and raised his hands. Shrieve got up off of the Tellarite he was working on, spat on him for good measure, and then raised his hands. Tuomas gave the Romulan one last haymaker for good measure, and imitated his fellows. <br><br>"Get this lummox offa me!" The one Tellarite exclaimed. He was the only member of his party in full possession of his faculties: Shrieve and Tuomas's targets were well and truly unconscious, and the pair of Nausicaans were dazed and concussed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Universe [Deep Space Nine]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thera Regina</strong> on <strong>06-03-2022, 19:35:34</strong>
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				<strong>Name/Rank:</strong> Lieutenant Thera Regina-Garak<br><strong>Location:</strong> Deep Space Nine/Promenade/Infirmary<br><strong>Activity:</strong> Feeling woozy and being carried into the infirmary by Damar<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>It was the beginning of the night cycle when the <em>C.U.V. Tain</em> docked at Deep Space Nine. In some ways, it felt strange to be back on the station after such a long time, but at the same time it felt like coming <em>home</em> as for seven years, it <em>had</em> been her home and while she no longer lived there, like with her home planet, Deep Space Nine would <em>always</em> be her home and she knew that she would always be welcome here, whether she was married to a Cardassian or not. She gave a bit of a sigh as she stepped onto the promenade. This was where it all began, this was where she'd first scented and met her mate, this was the location of their several dates and most importantly, <em>this</em> was where they'd gotten engaged.<br><br>Deep Space Nine however, also held some harrowing memories. The Dominion War. Though it had been some time since it had come to an end, the scars were still raw and it was clear that they still ached from time to time. As it was with all wounds that needed to be left to the open air to heal. A distant cry of <em>'Dabo!'</em> caught her ear, and she vaguely wondered how Quark was faring without Odo there to watch his every move. Though the Ferengi businessman was head over heels in love with one Natima Lang, it was also clear to <em>anyone</em> with eyes, that there was a special kind of camaraderie between Quark and the former Chief of Security. That thought in itself had her thinking back to the way Kira had dejectedly strolled down the promenade after the changeling had told her that he was going back to his home planet to try and keep the peace. <br><br>During her tenure on the station, Thera had become good friends with not only Captain Sisko, but with Kira Nerys, Chief of Operations Miles O'Brien <em>and</em> Jadzia Dax. She'd been <em>incredibly</em> angry when she'd found the Trill in the Bajoran temple, crumpled on the floor, barely any life in her. But, that was in the past, and though most of the friends she'd made here had moved on, she knew that both Kira <em>and</em> Julian were still on the station. The latter though; she knew it was because he didn't really have anywhere else to go, aside from back to Earth, with his parents, who had made those enhancements without his consent. As far as she was aware, the <em>only</em> Captain <em>(aside from Sisko)</em> that had expressed an interest in possibly having Doctor Bashir on his ship, was Jean-Luc Picard.<br><br><em>That</em> however, had been mostly <em>her</em> doing, as she'd been in contact with her former Commanding Officer and also having known that Julian and Data had a rapport, well, it would've been as good a posting as any. Julian however, had turned down the posting when he'd found out that he'd still be allowed to stay on DS9, but he'd thanked her <em>profusely</em> for thinking of him and reaching out. <em>Those were the days</em> she found herself thinking.<br><br>All of a sudden, a wave of wooziness swept over her and she felt arms grip her shoulders as she swooned. The scent hit her immediately, she wasn't even aware that they'd alighted after her. The chest behind her rumbled, and suddenly Garak was in front of her, a mildly concerned look upon his features. "I'm okay <em>yigugu</em>. Just a little tired," she said. Had she not been still feeling a little light-headed, Thera <em>probably</em> would've laughed at the confused face Garak made when she spoke the endearment in her mother tongue, however, along with the light-headedness came nausea and she had to close her eyes.<br><br>"Elim <em>uthando</em>, I'll need to plonk my arse somewhere, before gravity does it for me," she said. Almost immediately, she was being swooped into strong arms, and her husband was clearing a path towards the infirmary. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Universe [Deep Space Nine]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>13-03-2022, 03:27:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/11/b3/3d/11b33dc90c919a498dfc1340801c0bd5.jpg)</div><strong>Name/Rank:</strong> Captain Nathan Barnes<br><strong>Location:</strong> Deep Space 9/ Prominade <br><strong>Activity:</strong> Was eating, now confused.&nbsp; What was going on?<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Any<br><br><hr>The <em>jena</em> peppers used in the brine for the <em>gava</em> leaves were especially potent in Nathan's hasparat.&nbsp; Two bites and sweat started to form on his forehead and his tongue feeling like it could leave a trough through the deck.&nbsp; It was well done and cured and the exact level of spice he enjoyed it.&nbsp; It was perhaps a good thing Alexis was not here.&nbsp; He loved his sister dearly, and always will.&nbsp; Her take on food however was black pepper made a dish too spicy.&nbsp; She would be calling for a medical emergency with one bite of of the hasparat.&nbsp; He actually chuckled at the image of it all as he washed down his bite and continued to eat.<br><br>Lunch was interrupted by several rather rude people about the seating area provided.&nbsp; Aside from <em>Quark's</em> there were few fully open restaurants.&nbsp; Instead it was much like the Bajoran eatery which would be considered a slightly over large food truck.&nbsp; Large enough to prepare the fresh food which is their draw, and those he get their dishes come to the main area in this part of the Prominade to sit and eat.&nbsp; It did have some draw backs such as now, and it was clear they were doing their best not only to spoil for a fight, but to egg one on as well.<br><br>Soon enough the fight had started and Nathan sighed.&nbsp; He could understand how it happened but at the same time, could it not have waited a few more minutes for him to enjoy his lunch.&nbsp; He rose from his seat and was about to do his best to calm matters when he saw a weapon being nearly being drawn.&nbsp; It changed matters and he was about to call security before it escalated even more and someone got hurt or worse.&nbsp; &nbsp;As if the mere thought of them were communication and transporter rolled into one, they appeared and had weapons drawn on the men.&nbsp; <br><br>Nathan gave a wry shake of his head, and hated to be their Captain to sort it out.&nbsp; Security footage would clearly show the crewmen started the fight, but at the same time, administering some "manners" by fists were all they were guilty and should not be blamed for more.&nbsp; He cleared his throat and made certain his hands were in a non-threatening manner as he addressed security.&nbsp; <strong>"Excuse me officer, Captain Nathan Knight, <em>U.S.S. Hornet</em>.&nbsp; While I cannot condone the disruption by y fellow Starfleet Officers, it was the Romulan there who tried to pull a weapon, and he and his fellow crewmen should be searched.&nbsp; Security footage as well as the search itself should serve to verify my testimony, and will swear out a statement if you need it."</strong><br><br>It was then there was another disturbance on the Prominade was happening.&nbsp; It was not everyday one saw Cardassians on the station, and huddled about a Starfleet Officer like a wolfpack protecting the alpha's mate or cubs.&nbsp; There was clearly something going on with her, as they pushed their way through the gathering crowd and towards medical.&nbsp; Why was she not treated before this, and if a medical emergency now, why not an emergency transport.&nbsp; It was all very...odd, and had the hairs on the back of his neck standing up.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Making polite to security he made his excuses, and tapped his commbadge, <strong><em>Knight to</em> Hornet.</strong>&nbsp; On the other end of the line, the masculine voice Nathan had heard his sister say on more than one occasion if she could bottle up David Holms voice and sell it, she would be swimming in gold pressed latinium by now.&nbsp; She did have a point and while he was not attracted to men, Nathan had on more than one occasion taken advantage of the man and put him in situations where the other parties seemed to be...effected...by his British accent.&nbsp; <strong>"Hornet, <em>here, Captain, how can we assist."</em></strong><br><br>Nathan looked again at the knot of people who left and found the itch would not be left alone.&nbsp; <strong><em>"What ships recently docked, specifically, Cardaccian?"</em></strong><br><br>The pause spoke volumes and knew David's interest was piqued as well.&nbsp; <strong><em>"Checking.&nbsp; Hmm well this is odd, and how did you know to look for a Cardassian ship, Captain? If this is some new power of cognition I am not playing poker with you ever again.&nbsp; We have the</em> C.U.V. Tain, <em>Legate Garack's personal ship.&nbsp; Well I suppose if there was any Cardassian truly welcomed here at Deep Space Nine, it would be him.&nbsp; Still, it is curious as I do not think he was a part of the seminar with Rear Admiral T'ia, was he?"</em></strong><br><br>Nathan pursed his lips.&nbsp; Yes, it was Legate Garak part of the group rushing the officer off.&nbsp; Those hairs were standing up even more.&nbsp; Even though a longtime resident in the past, Garak's rank warranted a welcome party.&nbsp; No such here, and no senior staff, which was a very serious breech of protocol, and a major flag.&nbsp; Nathan always paid attention to major flags.&nbsp; It was how he survived during the war, and he was not about to stop now.&nbsp; <strong><em>"No he isn't.&nbsp; Dave, be quiet and discrete but recall all crew.&nbsp; Stop all major maintenance efforts and get the </em>Fighting Lady <em>ready to depart at the drop of a dime."</em></strong>&nbsp; The <em>Fighting Lady</em> was the old and honored nickname given to the <em>Hornet</em>, traced back all the way to Earth's second world war.&nbsp; <strong><em>"I'll be there once I am done with a minor situation here.&nbsp; Knight out."</em></strong>&nbsp; He turned then and made himself available to station security then, back in the vicinity of both parties of the brawl.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Universe [Deep Space Nine]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>13-03-2022, 05:12:29</strong>
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				<strong>Name/Rank:</strong> LtCmdr Torstein Harms<br><strong>Location:</strong> Deep Space 9/Promenade &gt; Deep Space 9 Brig<br><strong>Activity:</strong> Things settle down, spike, and settle again; Torstein and company are escorted to station brig<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Captain Nathan Knight; Open<br><hr><br>Captain Knight drew the attention of several Bajoran deputies, and while their reactions were sharp and sudden the deputies were well trained. Many had served under Odo and there were no hair-triggers among them; none turned their weapons on Captain Knight although they certainly could have easily. But their training ensured that the intervening captain did not have a weapon pointed at him - stun setting or not, the deputies were not about to point their weapons at something they were not sure they wanted to shoot.<br><br>"Duly noted, captain. I'll take a statement from you in a moment." The lead deputy said with a curt nod. He appreciated the captain not stepping in and taking over the situation. There was no shortage of cowboy captains out there who rode in roughshod and took control of every situation they found themselves in. The deputies proved to be competent at their jobs - they examined the fallen ruffians for weapons, seized them, and had those who were unconscious transported to sick bay along with several deputies to ensure the medical teams had adequate support to do their jobs. <br><br>Matters took a spike as the Cardassians and Thera Regina appeared on the scene. The wounds between the Bajorans and the Cardassians were far from healed, although certainly some steps had been taken towards reconciliation between the two peoples. There was still a lot of bad blood between them, however. And with the Cardassians working through the crowds in a rough manner, it set some on edge. For their part, the officers of the <em>Bellicose</em> promised to remain where they were while the deputies worked to calm those on the promenade. The seeming distress of Thera Regina saw the deputies on the scene call for aid and to ensure a clear path to the sick bay. <br><br>Torstein and his fellow were true to their word, and they stood calmly. None of them seemed overly concerned with what they had done or the consequences they would face. It was not that they imagined there would be <em>no</em> consequences, but rather, they each believed what they had done was worth it. They were at peace with whatever they might face for it. <br><br>The lead deputy returned to Captain Knight, and took a brief statement from the man. He smiled and nodded as they concluded. "Thank you for your cooperation, captain. Please feel free to return to your meal. I doubt we'll need anything further from you." Then the deputy turned to Torstein, Shrieve, and Tuomas. "You three, however, are going to the brig while we decide what do to with all of you."<br><br>The three officers cooperated, and were escorted to the station's brig. They were placed in individual cells, and then left to stew while station security investigated the matter, much as Captain Knight suggested. It was fairly cut and dried that the Starfleet officers had started the fight over what was essentially schoolyard name-calling, but on the other hand, the ruffians had managed to bring a disconcerting number of contraband weapons aboard the station. The Nausicaans, in particular, were found to have on their persons military grade disruptor pistols of Cardassian manufacture. After the end of the Dominion War and the subsequent restructure of the Cardassian government there was a large supply of Cardassian military hardware on the black markets, both from corrupt officials making quick latinum in post-war chaos and from the previous regime's policy of covertly arming colonists in the former Demilitarized Zone. But it bore further investigation, and deputies were deployed to search the cargo transport - station security now had sufficient cause to conduct a legal search.<br><br>While all of this happened, however, the three were cooling their heels behind force fields. Tuomas's hands had been seen to, and he was the only one to take any sort of injury in the brief fisticuffs. Torstein suspected that they were left in the cells as a token punishment for the sake of appearances more than anything else. <br><br>When Captain T'Len appeared, with was with the station's second-in-command. The latter was not pleased with Captain T'Len because of the scene her men caused and was very vocally expressing that displeasure to her. The station's second-in-command was in the midst of a lengthy dissertation about the specific, individual shortcomings of Torstein, Shrieve, and Tuomas as well as the general, indelible shortcomings of Starfleet officers. Captain T'Len bore it with characteristic Vulcan stoicism and a seemingly infinite depth of patience. The Vulcan looked over her senior officers with a glacial and unreadable expression, hands clasped behind her back. <br><br>"As fascinating as your current line of reasoning is, I must draw it to a close." The captain said at last in a cold voice devoid of emotion. The station's second-in-command sputtered to a stop, and was ready to start in again but T'Len was not having it. "Remand my men to my custody and I will discipline them per my own discretion." The frosty words were not a request and left no room for negotiation. When the other failed to immediately comply, T'Len turned an icy expression their way. Compliance quickly followed, however. Before the other could flee the room in a huff, Captain T'Len spoke further: "please inform your deputies searching the cargo trader to pay special attention to any crates marked as containing farming implements. I have a strong suspicion that they will find Cardassian military equipment instead. Contact my ship and we will furnish you with scans of similar ships we encountered in the sector that were found to be concealing illegal military equipment disguised as farming tools." It was enough to mollify the station's second-in-command, at least for the moment. Thankfully Kira Nerys was occupied with another problem, or else there might have been a catfight of truly epic proportions. The Vulcan captain turned her foreboding regard upon her officers. Her lack of expression still managed to convey her disapproval for them and their current predicament. But it would be illogical to berate them without all of the facts or offering them a chance to speak in their own defense.<br><br>Torstein spoke up first. "Captain, I take full responsibility for this incident. As the ranking officer it was my responsibility to keep Mr. Shrieve and Lieutenant Saint-Theodemir in line." He stood at attention within the cell. <br><br>Shrieve bristled, and his antennae shifted angrily. He gave a derisive snort. "Not so fast, pinkskin. Captain, I'm not going to hide behind anyone. I take full responsibility for my own actions." He said with typical Andorian passion and forcefulness.<br><br>Tuomas piped up next. "Me too, captain. I take responsibility for my actions."<br><br>There was a very mild softening to T'Len's features that would take a finely tuned tricorder or a very intimate acquaintance with the Vulcan female to notice. The three males possessed the latter. The captain was privately pleased with Torstein stepping forward to protect the other two, and with the other two for owning up and refusing to be protected. <br><br>"There is nothing we can say to excuse our actions, captain." Torstein carried on. "There is no logical rationale for what we did . . . no logical excuse. We could have ignored the insults to the Federation, to our uniforms, and to our ship." T'Len cocked an eyebrow, and turned to Tuomas, who was exhibiting a facial tic. "But we could not ignore the insult to you." This last had T'Len's attention turn back to Torstein, and the captain closed the gap to get as much in Torstein's face as she could given the force field between them and the disparity in their height. T'Len was significantly taller than the average for Vulcan females, standing some six feet or 180 centimeters tall, but her first officer was a genetic aberration.<br><br>"Do you mean to tell me, lieutenant commander, that the three of you assaulted cargo traders and disturbed the peace to defend my honour?" The captain asked in a tone of voice that should have caused a precipitous drop in the ambient room temperature.<br><br>"Yes ma'am." Torstein said, standing his ground. He met the captain's gaze, holding eye contact with her. The captain's expression remained stoic for several seconds, and then softened. She took a step back and shook her head.<br><br>"Whatever will I do with my boys?" She asked rhetorically and sentimentally, allowing feigned exasperation to seep into her voice. "You won, of course?"<br><br>Shrieve snorted. "Of course!" The Andorian remarked.<br><br>"It wasn't even close, ma'am." Tuomas chimed in. <br><br>T'Len graced the three officers with the upward quirk of the left corner of her mouth. Each of them felt blessed by the display. T'Len lowered the force fields and allowed the three out. "For the next three days each of you are confined to quarters except as part of your regular duty rotations and requirements." She stated, just so that each of them understood they were not getting off scot-free. "Now, tell me all about it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Universe [Deep Space Nine]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malkavian</strong> on <strong>15-03-2022, 19:27:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/8/8e/Patrick_Steward_as_Jean-Luc_Picard_in_1996%27s_Star_Trek_First_Contact.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name/Rank:</strong> Captain Jean-Luc Picard<br><strong>Location:</strong> Deep Space 9/Promenade <br><strong>Activity:</strong> Reluctant R&amp;R<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lieutenant Thera Regina-Garak (mentioned), Captain Nathan Barnes (close by), Any</span><br><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">It was with no small measure of reluctance that Jean-Luc Picard stepped out of the belly of the <em>Enterprise-E</em> and onto Deep Space 9. A place of bustling energy and movement, it was a stark contrast to the bowels of the Federation flagship, the corridors of which were now absent the large number of crewmen and women who had eagerly stepped off-ship to enjoy their well-earned rest and recuperation. This they had done with minimal urging from their captain, who had spoken glowingly of their hard work and achievements throughout the recent months, and could presently be seen maneuvering their way about the Promenade, determinedly pursuing some self-assigned task or another.<br><br>For once, Picard was the indecisive one. Standing within the thriving Promenade, he felt more isolated and solitary than he did aboard the bridge of the <em>Enterprise</em> - a place he would have preferred to be, all things considered. But Dr. Crusher had been quick to advise him to join his crew away from the starship, stating that she was concerned about how little time he gave himself to unwind and relax. Picard had been quick to assure her that he was "quite well" and that her concern was "appreciated but unnecessary", but she had been quite determined. <strong>"You need to lead by example in this, Jean-Luc. No one can go on and on without rest - not even you."</strong><br><br>And he had relented, because at heart he knew that Beverly was right. His command of the <em>Enterprise</em> had been an incredible experience, one filled with discoveries and perils aplenty - enough to break and exhaust a far younger man. His unwavering resolve had served to steel Picard against the more worrying effects on his mind and body as a result of these encounters, but that was not limitless... and there were times when, sat alone in his Ready Room, he would feel himself the victim of a great and pressing weight that he found heavier and heavier each time. He had not addressed these feelings with Will or Beverly openly, but he knew they had noticed - they had known one another far too long for them not to.<br><br>Picard had alighted from the <em>Enterprise</em> for the sake of his senior staff and at the earnest request of the good doctor, but now what he was here he could think of little to do with himself. He had not been aboard Deep Space 9 properly before and certainly not so aimlessly, and though he knew of several officers who were known to be in attendance he had no idea whether they were busy. It was likely that they were, of course, busy with some duty or another - and even if they weren't he had little desire to intrude upon their own period of rest and relaxation. Miles O'Brien, Worf, Thera Regina (<em><strong>"It is 'Thera Regina-Garak' now,"</strong></em> Picard reminded himself)... he glanced about slowly, as though expecting to see each as they occurred to him, but none did.<br><br>Numerous officers from the <em>Enterprise</em> respectfully acknowledged Picard as they passed, and after several moments he veered out of the center of the circular walkway and descended onto the Promenade's thoroughfare. He wandered slowly onward, looking about with undulating interest at the various shops and kiosks that faced him; he slowed upon reaching the Bajoran Temple, and though he did not step inside he considered it at length. Eventually the noise from behind him and opposite the Temple drew Picard's gaze, and he found himself looking upon a busy and vibrant enterprise -&nbsp; Quark's Bar, Grill, Gaming House and Holosuite Arcade.<br><br>It was not the kind of place that Picard would normally frequent by choice, but with no other destination in mind - and a somewhat dry throat - he made his way across to it with the intention of ordering himself an Earl Grey and finding some quiet space to sit and observe (if such a place could be found within such a bar). He stopped short of the entrance upon sighting numerous security officers attending what could only be the aftermath of a brawl, and sighed inwardly at yet another stark reminder that he was no longer aboard his beloved <em>Enterprise.</em> He did his best to step around the scene without disrupting the station staff's work and approached the bar, waiting and surveying as others were seen to first.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Universe [Deep Space Nine]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thera Regina</strong> on <strong>16-03-2022, 18:35:18</strong>
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				<strong>Name/Rank:</strong> Lieutenant Thera Regina-Garak<br><strong>Location:</strong> Infirmary<br><strong>Activity:</strong> Being seen to by Dr. Bashir<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>As soon as Garak <em>willingly</em> walked into the infirmary, Doctor Julian Bashir <em>knew</em> that something was wrong. When he'd been on the station during his exile, Elim Garak had <em>never willingly</em> walked into the infirmary, not even when his wire had been killing him, and for him to do so <em>now</em>, it meant that something was <em>terribly</em> wrong. His suspicions were proven correct when Castellan Damar hurried in carrying a <em>very</em> pale looking Thera Regina-Garak. Almost immediately, the young doctor sprang into action and set up a biobed, motioning for Damar to lay the stricken Shifter onto it.<br><br>Having already known that his best friend was pregnant, Bashir wasn't shocked by the sight of her swollen belly, he <em>was</em> however shocked by how <em>pale</em> she was, and by how low her blood glucose levels were. Sighing, he prepared a hypo filled with a glucose supplement, and various other vitamins and minerals that the Shifter needed to take, in order for her to successfully carry the hybrid child to term. It was clear that she'd been neglecting her own health, and for the life of him he couldn't understand why Garak <em>or</em> Damar would allow her to do such a thing. <br><br>It was possible that neither of them <em>knew</em> that she was failing to look after herself and by proxy her child, but given Garak's position in the new Cardassian Council, he would've thought that the ex-tailor would have had someone to ensure his wife's safety. Again, though, knowing Thera as he did, Julian suspected that she'd hidden her own health from even the <em>guards</em>, either that or she'd sworn them to secrecy. Julian pressed the hypo to Thera's skin and watched as the pallor slowly returned to her face, and she began to rouse from her unconsciousness.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Universe [Deep Space Nine]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>02-04-2022, 06:11:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/11/b3/3d/11b33dc90c919a498dfc1340801c0bd5.jpg)</div><strong>Name/Rank:</strong> Captain Nathan Barnes<br><strong>Location:</strong> Deep Space 9/ Prominade <br><strong>Activity:</strong> Talking<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Any<br><br><hr>Nathan was about to say more, then he was brushed passed by a person who made him do a double take.&nbsp; He did a long slow stare and double blink to confirm once more what was before his eyes.&nbsp; Jean-Luc Picard, here on <em>Deep Space 9</em>.&nbsp; It was something as rare as...well...he could not help but give his own head a rueful shake.&nbsp; As uncommon as Nathan himself being off the bridge of the <em>Fighting Lady</em>.&nbsp; He supposed it was something all Starfleet Captains had in common, at least the good ones in his book.&nbsp; For a while it was hard, along with much the rest of Starfleet who survived, not to harbor some ill feelings towards the focal point of the Borg.&nbsp; Many of Starfleet, friends and fellow crewmembers of Nathan's.&nbsp; <br><br>In the end, Jean-Luc Picard was a man with a long and distinguished career in Starfleet.&nbsp; The man could have been an admiral five times over, but still held the rank of Captain because he was of the same mindset as Nathan's.&nbsp; He could do far much more for Starfleet in a captain's command chair than behind a desk making policy for Starfleet.&nbsp; Nathan gave a rueful shake of his head and moved to return to what was left of his meal.&nbsp; He might as well enjoy it before returning to his ship with the rest of his crew.&nbsp; Still, as he returned to his table and sat down, he could not help but poke fun at his XO.&nbsp; He tapped at his communicator after taking a long sip of his drink.<br><br><strong><em>"Barnes to Holmes."</em></strong>&nbsp; It did not take long for David to respond.&nbsp; <strong><em>"Holmes here, Captain, what else do you need."</em></strong>&nbsp; Nathan had muted his comms as he took a large bite of his <em>hasperat</em> before speaking again.&nbsp; <strong><em>"Guess who I saw here on the Prominade?&nbsp; Jean-Luc Picard.&nbsp; &nbsp;I had to double check because I was first in doubt, considering my standing orders of being notified of anything significant, and surely my Number One would tell me of the </em>U.S.S. Enterprise<em> pulling up and docking at the same station we are..."</em></strong><br><br>There was a very long pause on the open line, and Nathan took advantage of it to take some more bites of his meal before David responded in a voice full of chagrin.&nbsp; <strong><em>"Yeahhhh.&nbsp; Hey Captain?&nbsp; This just in, the </em>Enterprise<em> appeared out of warp and is docking at DS9, small world huh?"</em></strong>&nbsp; There was a laugh shared by both before David continued on his end.&nbsp; <strong><em>"Oh?&nbsp; This bit of news comes a bit more timely, Captain.&nbsp; The </em>McCoy<em> has dropped out of warp and is on approach to the station.&nbsp; I know you wanted everyone back on board and like to set the example, but the recall will take at least an hour at current pace.&nbsp; Why don't you take the time meet your sister, even if it is only for a few?&nbsp; We can hold down the ship, our lack of star struck eyes not withstanding."</em></strong>&nbsp; <br><br>Nathan thought about it for a moment, then polished off what remained of his meal, wiping his hands and face off in the process of standing.&nbsp; <strong><em>"You know what, not at bad idea.&nbsp; Maybe I can get her to share a meal with me on board the </em>Hornet<em> Okay, I am convinced.&nbsp; Still, lets see about tightening up the recall and I will check back in twenty with you.&nbsp; Barnes out."</em></strong>&nbsp; He stepped away from his table, and tapped his communicator.&nbsp; He needed to know which transporter pad to meet her at after all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Universe [Deep Space Nine]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thera Regina</strong> on <strong>09-04-2022, 13:53:43</strong>
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				<strong>Name/Rank:</strong> Lieutenant Thera Regina-Garak<br><strong>Location:</strong> Infirmary/Promenade/Quark's<br><strong>Activity:</strong> Being escorted to Quark's by Damar and Garak<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jean-Luc Picard, Open<br><hr><br>After five minutes of waiting for the nutritional hypo to work, and another five minutes of Julian chewing her ear off about the proper nutrition for a pregnant woman, Thera was allowed to leave the Infirmary with strict orders to actually <em>eat</em> something substantial instead of relying on the nutritional concoction that had been injected into her system. For their part, Julian made both Garak <em>and</em> Damar promise to <em>force</em> her into eating something if necessary, which Thera assured him <em>wasn't</em> going to happen. Damar's hand slipped into her own as she stepped out of the Infirmary, causing her to give a little smile. Had anyone <em>else</em> done that, she was <em>sure</em> that Garak would be flaring his neck ridges and flushing them with blood in a display of dominance, but since the three of them were pretty much living together <em>-seeing as there were barely enough buildings to house the civilians let alone the government-</em>, she knew that Garak wouldn't mind.<br><br>Besides, she'd overheard a conversation between the two Cardassians one night, with Damar admitting that he was beginning to feel less than <em>friendly</em> feelings for her, and she'd been surprised that her beloved Elim had been the one to suggest that they let things progress as they would. She'd thought <em>for sure</em> that he'd be the jealous type, but it seemed that on Cardassia, not only was family <em>everything</em>, but with the way things were at the moment, a union of two males to one female wasn't going to be frowned upon. Thera herself didn't mind either, as on her own planet, it wasn't unusual for one female to mate with two males, and after everything Damar had been through; losing his wife and son, having to operate in the shadows to save Cardassia with the help of a <em>Bajoran</em> no less as well as almost dying <em>-and he would've if it hadn't been for Thera and her venom/blood mix-</em>, he deserved at least a <em>little</em> happiness.<br><br>To begin with, the trio were headed towards the replimat, the one place that her husband had spent a lot of time with her best friend. However, as soon as they saw how <em>full</em> it was, Damar suggested that they divert to somewhere they could get a <em>substantial</em> meal. Almost at once, both Garak <em>and</em> Thera blurted Quark's, as Thera didn't really like Klingon food, and she didn't fancy any Andorian food. So, they adjusted their heading and started towards the Ferengi establishment. As much as Quark mostly sold replicated food, all three of them were aware that the real thing was <em>so</em> much better, and his place was pretty much the <em>only</em> place that they could get <em>real</em> Zabu Stew, <em>real</em> Larish Pie, <em>real</em> Sem'hal Stew and <em>real</em> Hasperat. Not to mention, his Red Leaf Tea was to <em>die</em> for.<br><br>Upon entrance to Quark's, Thera's eyes immediately zoned in on someone from her past posting. At first, she was confused as to why he was off the ship, but then she realised that perhaps it was the fault of one Doctor Beverly Crusher that he was. Whilst Garak waited at the bar, Thera ambled over to her former Commanding Officer, gently touching him on his shoulder once she was next to him. "Captain Picard?" She inquired. The look of surprise upon his face when he saw her, along with the brief glance to her swollen stomach, had her chuckling a little and self-consciously pushing her <em>short</em> hair behind her ear. "Fancy meeting you in an establishment such as this. How are you sir? How's Will and Data?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Universe [Deep Space Nine]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>12-04-2022, 06:49:04</strong>
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				<strong>Name/Rank:</strong> LtCmdr Torstein Harms<br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>U.S.S. Bellicose</em>, docked at Deep Space Nine<br><strong>Activity:</strong> An old friend comes to visit<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>Torstein was on his back and staring up into a power relay that was in even worse shape than an initial diagnostic suggested. There was really nothing for it but to take the whole thing out. Certainly it could be repaired to some degree, and if they were out in space they surely would have out of necessity. But as they were docked there was no reason for it not to get done. The way the crew pushed the ship meant that it would be a complete necessity at their next return to port. The hard wear and tear that they put the ship through meant that anything less than a total replacement risked having the relay burn out during combat, and that was not acceptable. The <em>Bellicose</em> was a working ship. Every member of the crew as a fighter. The captain had been very particular about that point when making her crew selections. <br><br>The large man put aside his tricorder and reached for a spanner. The relay was shut off already, so he could begin to take it out, bit by bit, so it could be replace. He worked in silence. There was no one else present, and no one else scheduled to be present. It suited him just as well. Sometimes it was nice to have the solitude and the quiet. The close quarters of the ship meant that Torstein shared quarters with several other crew members - only the captain had private quarters and even those doubled as a ready room. It made Deep Space Nine seem all the more crowded and loud. And after that Torstein was just fine with a break from it. In the main, though, he enjoyed the <em>Bellicose</em> and how tightly-knit the crew was. There was a genuine camaraderie amongst them and Torstein knew every single crew member had his back and would go to the mat for him. He trusted every one of them with his life, and he earned that same trust in turn.<br><br>Very different from home.<br><br>There were times that Torstein thought it was making him soft. Dulled his edge. But when he felt the skin on the back of his neck crawl, he knew he had not entirely gone native. He continued to work as if nothing was amiss, but he switched out the spanner for a tool with more heft although it was totally unsuited to what he was currently engaged in. He rolled and came to his feet just in time to avoid a phaser blast aimed at his previous position. Torstein hurled the tool at his assailant, who gave a grunt of pain. Torstein was on the other in moments, deftly disarming them of the phaser and pinning them against the wall. Torstein pressed the other's face against the unyielding material, and wrenched the other's arm behind their back into a stress position that gave him several options for breaks if he felt so inclined.<br><br>There was a strained chuckle from the other. To any outward observation, that one was a human. A perfectly average human male - six feet tall, fit build consistent with Starfleet physical fitness guidelines, brown hair, brown eyes, a blend of Asian and Caucasian features. Standard scans would bear out the unaided outward observation. One would need to go deeper to find out where this male deviated. Like Torstein, this male was not a human, but a Terran. A native to the twisted Mirror Universe.<br><br>"Just a test." The male hissed, unable to force himself free and unwilling to try. "Marshall Janeway sends her regards. Wanted to know if you'd gone soft." There was, despite being at Torstein's mercy, a touch of arrogance to the Terran's words. A challenge, despite the weaker position. Casual defiance. Torstein released the Terran roughly. The Terran gave another chuckle. <br><br>"You're risking things by meeting me here like this." Torstein said tersely. "The scheduled contact is in four days." <br><br>The Terran shook his head. "Things are changing. I need to be somewhere else by then. Someone else has plans for this universe. Plans that conflict with Janeway's." The Terran handed over two isolinear optical chips and a isolinear rod to Torstein, who looked at them with a dour expression. "The chips are from a ship from our side but the other team. The rod's from some of this side's Cardassians. The ones arming all of rabble you've been chasing down. Must be poor sport." There was a smug sneer, and Torstein could only snort in agreement. The most bloodthirsty, violent pirate of this universe was nothing to what the Mirror Universe created. <br><br>"You never get used to waking up without blood on your hands." Torstein lamented. "I go <em>days</em> without killing someone." The other Terran could only grimly commiserate. Torstein opened his uniform top and withdrew an isolinear optical chip of his own. He handed it over. "Since you cannot make the meeting. Here are my reports." The huge Terran said as the other Terran took it and nodded. Despite defecting, Torstein maintained the illusion that he was working for Mirror Janeway. At least, he told himself it was maintaining an illusion. The true test would come when Marshall Janeway's schemes came to full fruition and he received the command to act. Then it would be seen if he truly had conflicting loyalties or if his service to the Starfleet of the so-called Prime Universe was just a front. A game to occupy his time and indulge his xenophilic tendencies.<br><br>Torstein turned his head. "You need to go." The Terran nodded, and stepped back and out of sight. A personal cloaking device hid the Terran and allowed egress. Torstein hid the chips and rod within his uniform and sealed it again.<br><br>"Lieutenant Commander!" A voice called out. It belonged a youthful female Aenar. <br><br>"Over here, Ensign." Torstein called back. He smiled even though she was physically blind. Already his mind was schooled to defend against telepathy, although Federation and Starfleet ethics made casual mind-reading a transgression. It sometimes happened, particularly when there was a close bond, as was shared among the crew of the <em>Bellicose</em>. And Torstein was, admittedly, fond of the female Ensign. She smiled in kind and brushed a strand of her hair behind an ear as she approached, sensing that fondness as Torstein brought it to the fore of his mind to disguise any other surface thoughts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Universe [Deep Space Nine]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>09-05-2022, 00:15:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/11/b3/3d/11b33dc90c919a498dfc1340801c0bd5.jpg)</div><strong>Name/Rank:</strong> Captain Nathan Barnes<br><strong>Location:</strong> Deep Space 9/ Transporter Room 4<br><strong>Activity:</strong> Talking<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Any<br><br><hr><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/39/7d/81/397d815b060d7f027d3eb45ffee27724.jpg)</div><strong>Name/Rank:</strong> Captain Alexis Barnes<br><strong>Location:</strong> Deep Space 9/ Transporter Room 4<br><strong>Activity:</strong> Talking<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Any<br><br><hr>Nathan moved his way to one of the lifts on the <em>Prominade</em>, tapping his badge as he did and connecting him to the stations communication system.&nbsp; <strong><em>"Captain Nathan Barnes, </em>U.S.S. Hornet <em>to transporter room control.&nbsp; I am expecting the captain of the </em>McCoy <em>to be beaming over, which pad will she be arriving on?</em></strong>&nbsp; There was a few moments pause before Nathan received a response back.&nbsp; <strong><em><em>"Captain Barnes, this is Ops, looks like Captain...Barnes?&nbsp; Um, yes they are arriving on deck nine, transporter pad 4.&nbsp; This is odd..."</em></em></strong>&nbsp; Nathan chuckled.&nbsp; <strong>"It's alright Ops, she's my sister. I promise two Barnes will not cause havoc on the station.&nbsp; Thank you for the information, Barnes out."</strong>&nbsp; Nathan was still ruefully shaking his head.&nbsp; Hopefully he livened up someone's day.&nbsp; <strong>"Deck nine, please."</strong><br><br>It was not too long a walk, which was surprise.&nbsp; While she was no Earth Dock, Deep Space Nine was a fairly large station for as far out as they were.&nbsp; Certainly larger than Deep Space Twelve where Nathan had made his home before the Dominion War.&nbsp; Still, somehow he managed to make it just in time.&nbsp; As he stepped through the door the transporter was at the tail end of its cycle.&nbsp; The bright lines of light resolved into the lithe yet fit form of his sister.&nbsp; She was looking good and with out a hint of grey in her hair, unlike himself.&nbsp; One would be hard pressed to tell they were twins.&nbsp; Brother and sister certainly but Nathan would but odds many would have pegged Alexis being the younger sister, and not the older one, if only by thirteen minutes.&nbsp; <br><br>Alexis smiled, and was looking rather dapper in the red of command than the blue and white she had before as a doctor.&nbsp; Medical ships were one of the few postings where those in the medical career field could earn the captain's chair.&nbsp; She was still a doctor as her bad had the medical career field emblem imposed upon it.&nbsp; The four captain's pips looked good on her.&nbsp; Nathan had been unable to attend her promotion ceremony as he was on deployment at the time.&nbsp; His sister seemed far more relaxed than he ever seen her before.&nbsp; <br><br>Once she had fully materialized she walked off the pad and embraced Nathan in a back pounding hug.&nbsp; She was stronger than he remembered.&nbsp; Her voice was light and full of excitement.&nbsp; <strong>"Nathan!&nbsp; It is good to see you!&nbsp; So, are we ready?&nbsp; If we hurry I think we can make the next departure shuttle to Bajor.&nbsp; I cannot wait!&nbsp; I have been looking forward to this for months.</strong>&nbsp; She stepped back and gave her brother a good look, and frowned when she noticed he did not have a carry on bag with him.&nbsp; While it was possible for him to decide to pick up most of their equipment planet side she thought he would have some personal things with him.&nbsp; Also there was a look in his eye she recognized.&nbsp; The myth about twins having some form of psychic bond was only that, a myth.&nbsp; However they had been together through so much there might as well be as she could read her brother like an open book, and something was up.&nbsp; <strong>"Nathan..."</strong><br><br>Nathan stepped back, out of hitting range from his sister.&nbsp; What had she been doing, training in high gravity environment?&nbsp; His right hand went to behind his head as he rubbed it.&nbsp; <strong>"Well you see..."</strong><br><br>He did not even get another word out before Alexis took another step towards him and was up in his personal space once again, a small growl in her voice.&nbsp; She had been reallllllllyyyyy looking forward to shore leave and saw its reality start to fade away the more her brother rubbed his head.&nbsp; It was never a good sign when he started off trying to dissemble.&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"Nathan Alexander Barnes..."</strong><br><br>Yes, his sister was mad now.&nbsp; Alexis never ever used his full name unless she was ramping up to one of her infamous outbursts.&nbsp; Well, infamous to their family at least.&nbsp; Somehow she managed never to let loose like some targ with a thorn in its paw with others.&nbsp; Nathan quickly explained the situation.&nbsp; He could "feel" the imaginary bristles start to relax, if only by a metaphorical hair the further he broke down the situation.&nbsp; Alexis was smart enough on her own, and over the years learned to trust her brother's "hunches".&nbsp; He could read a situation like she could people, and it was a talent which saved him, and her for that matter, more than once.<br><br>It still did not mean she was going to let him off the hook.&nbsp; <strong>"So let me get this straight.&nbsp; On the day of my first shore leave in two years you decide to perform a full recall of <em>your</em> ship.&nbsp; Now, you expect me to get on another transporter pad, which like most doctors out there I despise, instead of a nice comfortable shuttle ride down to one of the highlights of Bajor on a much needed vacation."</strong>&nbsp; At least Nathan had the good grace to look embarrassed and chagrined, ducking his head down a little like he did when he got into one of his many indiscretions when growing up.<br><br>Alexis snorted, then with her head tilted up a bit more than necessary and some overly dramatic indignation stomping back to the transporter pad, she turned about, pointedly not looking a her brother.&nbsp; <strong>"I am not getting replicated food.&nbsp; You are getting real Bajoran cuisine catered to <em>your</em> ship for our dinner, and if this turns out to be nothing, <em>you</em> are cooking the entire trip, and it is going to be <em>good</em> food or I will sedate you and you will wake up in the morning sporting cat ears, breasts, and a tail." </strong><br><br>Oh yes, she was still slightly pissed.&nbsp; She was partially right, and he could not help but chuckle.&nbsp; She would not knock him out and give him breasts.&nbsp; Would she?&nbsp; Surely not.&nbsp; Then again...no best not think about it.&nbsp; He shook his head and walked onto the transporter pad, tapping at his communicator.&nbsp; <strong>"Hornet, <em>this is Barnes, two to beam over please.&nbsp; Engergize."</em></strong>&nbsp; With those words and a high pitched hum in the room and bright lines of light, both Barnes siblings were gone.
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