Missions of the TDN Agronev
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				Title: <strong>Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 04:14:50</strong>
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				Persephone was a shining jewel in the darkness, a giant, blue-green pearl, splashed with white clouds. The small shuttle was large enough for a dozen people, yet, as it slipped through the stellar traffic and large stations orbiting the planet, heading towards a distant clamshell scaffold, the shuttle's objective the warship held loosely within the giant shipyard.<br><br>The shuttle's lone passenger shifted slightly, standing up to look at the warship as the Shuttle began to decelerate, its microfusion drive being vented through various control surfaces so the vessel could rotate around the much larger Capital ship, holding position several kilometres away from the Shipyard.<br><br>Within the shipyard, the shape of the ship was unmistakable, a Kol-Class Battleship, upgraded with the newest technologies and research techniques to harden its hull, improve the shield generators, and render its weapons the deadliest possible. Bristling from the Ship's hull were over a dozen heavy weapons, and countless anti-strikecraft weapons, and, even with the ship's stern being, arguably, the least-defended point, due to the simple fact that one could not place many weapons around a half-dozen heavy fusion drives, the stern still had a pair of Heavy autocannon arrays that loosely tracked nearby objects, the barrels of the guns easily large enough for an adult to walk down without ducking.<br><br>The shuttle radioed to the shipyard's Command centre, requesting clearance to dock with the warship, and, after a few moments of silence, clearance was granted, letting the small vessel slip into the cavernous maw of the shipyard, before sliding into the open hangar bay on the Warship's starboard flank, a pair of autocannons, and a large Pulse Laser Turret Swiveling to watch as the shuttle slipped into the giant warship's body.<br><br>The hangar bay was impressively large, well over a hundred metres across, and fifty metres deep, with a second bay underneath the main bay to launch the strikecraft, instead of receive them. Slowly, vectoring its thrust in the near-nullified gravity of the hangar, the shuttle coasted to the nearest wall, and docked with a dull thump, joining the two vessels by airlock for as long as it took for the lone passenger to stand and exit the small craft.<br><br>The passenger could best be described as Big. Standing six and a half feet tall, and well-muscled, he shrugged into his uniform jacket, the additional fifty pounds of armoured clothing not even registering upon his stance as he opened the exit from the shuttle, and stepped through. Closing the shuttle's door behind him, and stepping through the airlock, he stopped, and looked at the Ten marines, five to a side, arrayed as an honour guard, then at the eight officers at the far end of the short hall.<br><br>Pausing, he seemed to smile, then Marched to the Group of Officers, watching as they snapped to attention as he arrived. Stopping a few feet from the young Vice-Admiral at the centre of the group, he waited for the group to salute, then responded in kind, his salute being quick, precise, and gently tapping the rank emblem on his cap. "Admiral Kol, Requesting permission to board the TDN Agronev, and proceed with change of command."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 05:02:01</strong>
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				Ansem stood at the end of the officer line at his full height, the bear of a man that walked out of the transport lived up to his legend in appearance, a living war legend to damn stubborn to retire or just die. The impassive countenance across his face did not change as he snapped the salute to his new commander and waited for the official transfer to be complete. <br><br>For the past four months he had been nearly non existent with any officer related duties, he considered his pilots sub-par and drilled them relentlessly to get them combat worthy for when the TDN Agronev, took its christening departure form the shipyard. In four months he had molded his pilots into a force that would out-fly any seasoned pilot. 
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				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 07:59:43</strong>
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				Marty was standing as straight as she could, remembering all the stories her father had told her about Admrial Kol. Never thinking she would get to see much less serve under him was quiet the shock to the young engineer, leaning forward slightly to get a better look she quickly snapped back in place when her boss coughed softly getting her attention. <br>Looking up at him for a moment she blushed in embarrassment at the stern glance he was sending her way. Resuming her stiff stance Marty stood along her fellow engineers, wondering what would happen during this exchanging of commanders.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 08:08:46</strong>
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				Captain Kris Fielding stood erect, and tall at the Vice admirals right hand side.&nbsp; When the large tank of a man came into sight, she glanced at him for a split second before once again looking straight ahead.&nbsp; She had heard many stories about the Admiral, he had been in his fair share of battles, more so than most officers that she had met in the past.&nbsp; In fact, almost every battle she heard details about, mentioned this man at least once, and if she where to be honest with herself, she was a bit in awe of him.<br><br>Her own war record was less impressive, but than again she wasn't as driven as she had heard he was.&nbsp; Next to him she felt less of an officer and in compensation her back stiffened even more.&nbsp; She had gone to great lengths with her uniform before being summoned for his arrive.&nbsp; Her boots where as polished as they could be, her beret worn to regulations, her blouse and jacket was neatly ironed and her skirt...well her skirt was worn appropriately, although she wished they would just lengthen the damn thing so that it covered more than the bare essentials.&nbsp; Yes she was sure that there was nothing wrong with her appearance, but still she felt like at any moment she would be reprimanded for some forgotten detail.<br><br>When the Admiral got close enough for them to see the details on his jacket buttons, she raised her hand sharply for her salute.&nbsp; When he saluted back she was able to bring her hand down and go back to standing still and erect.<br><br>"Admiral Kol, Requesting permission to board the TDN Agronev, and proceed with change of command."<br><br>She didn't move so much as an inch when his voice broke over the silence, but remained in her place, awaiting for the vice admiral to speak next.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirei</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 12:49:18</strong>
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				Cassie stood in position. She was clearly nervous as she saw Admiral Kol coming into sight. He was the war hero of Persephone. Probably a warhero on many other standards too, but to her he was the one who had been defending her home against the invasion five years ago. When she had joined the military she had wanted to serve under his direct command, and now that dream was coming into realization.<br><br>Cassie despised the formal uniform, in her view it was designed by some sort of a sexist. It was funny how it came from a former model who still made photoshoots for ther military's posters, but then again she didn't really enjoy being on those posters either. That had simply been the way for her to get somewhere in the military. She also didn't like standing in row such as this one either, it always made her feel short. Short she was, but it felt like her smallness was on display when there was the other people standing next to her, to make comparsion to.<br><br>As for now, she had put all those worries aside, as she felt like she couldn't breathe properly as Admiral walked closer to them. She was afraid she would do something wrong, but apperently everything went correctly, except for the fact that even a blind man would see that she was extremely nervous. She only hoped she wouldn't be directly adressed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 20:53:38</strong>
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				Alistair waited patiently as the shuttle both matched velocities then docked with TDN Agronev.&nbsp; &nbsp;He'd taken a certain degree of care with his dress uniform this day, knowing that the Skipper would be arriving back with new orders that the upper brass had seen fit only to deliver in person.<br><br>Which to his suspicious mind meant either hazardous, lengthy, or both.&nbsp; In any event, he'd decided that he'd put everyone through a series of drills since they'd had a bit of downtime to prepare for the next mission.<br><br>His attention drifted from the junior officers settling down finally nearby until the Admiral finally came abreast with his position on the hanger floor.&nbsp; He executed a sharp and precise salute with was matched by the senior admiral's equally sharp salute.&nbsp; "Welcome back, Admiral."&nbsp; He said, thereby transferring command back to Admiral Kol just as he'd been left in charge yesterday when the Admiral departed.&nbsp; "All stations report manned and ready."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 21:24:03</strong>
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				Kol nodded, then looked at the command crew arrayed in front of him. Some of the Best and Brightest men and women, Most selected personally by his reviewing their files, despite various disciplinary notes in a few of their records. "At ease."<br><br>He waited until they had settled into their more relaxed posture, then Walked from one and of the short line to the other, Stopping at Each officer in turn to shake their hand, or pat them on the shoulder, before he returned to his position in front of Alistair. "Very well."<br><br>He paused, then pulled a small sheaf of papers from his jacket, before putting on a pair of reading glasses. "This is important, so listen carefully. High Command Wants us to head to Planet Shivae, which happens to be only a few jumps away. As for why, well, that boils down to them wanting a presence in the system that's not a trio of beat-to-hell Cobalt-class Frigates being chased around the place by Both Vasari and Advent Capital ships depending on where they are in the gravity well."<br><br>He paused, his dark blue eyes looking at each person in turn. "You know why I chose you. You're some of the best in the fleet, despite your unorthodox methods, or risky stunts. You also know that I was reactivated after the attack on Nyeve, and that I have an axe to grind. However, I will Not allow any foolery or stunts that will kill or wound a member of this crew, or, through negligence, allow the enemy ships to do worse. This mission is important. The last capital ship to go to Shivae was the Marza-Class TDN Behemov, and We're not sure if they've been destroyed or crippled. So, we have two objectives. Re-establish a foothold in the Shivae Gravity well, and, if possible regain contact with the Behemov."<br><br>He paused, folding the papers and placing them in a pocket, then doing the same with his reading glasses. "Do you have any questions?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 21:41:25</strong>
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				1st Lt. Allan Welles listened to the briefing.&nbsp; Greeting THE Admiral Kol was fantastic, and while he typically wasn't a huge fan of wearing the formal uniform, he wasn't a huge opponent of it either.&nbsp; However...<br><br><br>...his ass itched.&nbsp; It had since a few minutes before the Admiral arrived, and it was still itching now.&nbsp; So, he concentrated on the Admiral talking.&nbsp; Once he was done, and had asked for questions, Allan let his right hand inch upward, until it was next to his face.&nbsp; He had a couple of questions he wanted to ask, but wasn't about to stick his neck out and just blurt them out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 22:27:21</strong>
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				<strong>"Only one sir, does the commander prefer scotch or bourbon whiskey." </strong><br>Speaking as he shifted his stance at ease, facing the commander from his end of the line. Until recently he was the largest officer on board the ship, to have to look up at the man who shadowed him in weight and size was slightly overwhelming, not that he would ever admit it. What he would admit to was the gnawing in the back of his brain telling him it was time for a break in the hanger deck so clearing out all the officers would soon become a priority for him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 22:32:10</strong>
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				Shifting nervously from foot to foot, Marty tried not to reach down and try to adjust the short skirt wishing it was longer. Seeing Admiral Kol walk down the line she tried not panic as the larger man neared her, looking down quickly she made sure that everything was in order on her uniform. Noticing a large shadow cast over her she turned her gaze upward and stared in awe at the taller and larger man before her.<br><br>Raising her hand Marty shook the war veteran's hand smiling brightly at him remembering more of her father's stories.<br>Seeing him move farther down the line she let out a breath she didn't really know she was holding, glad that she didn't do anything stupid or look a mess for once.Hearing Admrial Kol brief them on a new mission, once he was finished Marty was very eager to get back into her overalls and working on something large and shiny. Hearing the random question she tried not to laugh, quickly straighting up as her boss sent another glare her way. 
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				Post by: <strong>Kirei</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 22:34:31</strong>
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				Cassie blinked as Kol came to her, patting her on the shoulder and straightening her beret. She felt a slight blush rise on her face for the fact she hadn't had it straight. The moment was over quickly as the admiral moved to the next officer.<br><br>She listened to Admirals speech carefully, and when he came to the part of asking if they had any questions, she had many she wanted to ask, but none of them had anything to do with their mission. She remained silent about it, but instead she leaned slightly to Allan, who was right next to him, squeeing to him silently about how amazing it was they were actually being under direct command of Admiral Kol himself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 22:38:39</strong>
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				Kol paused, then chuckled slightly. "A glass of Rum and orange juice, one a week is enough for me. Now, if there are no other Questions, I'll let you all get back to your duties, as we should be underway in twenty minutes. Also, all of you are invited to eat with me at the Captain's table tonight, which means you're going to be in your formal wear again."<br><br>He paused, then quickly saluted the small group. "Company, Dismissed! If you need me, I will be on the Flag Bridge."<br><br>A moment later, the Marines Marched past him, Dispersing to their usual stations aboard the ship. Kol turned, and headed for a cross-vessel hall, heading to the port side, before climbing down ten decks via stairwell to get to the Flag bridge.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 22:53:36</strong>
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				Kris was more than happy when the Admiral dismissed them, and took his leave.&nbsp; His presence made her want to fidget in line, which was something that she had never felt before.&nbsp; It wasn't that he was a higher rank than she was, no it was more the fact that he was a much more accomplished officer.&nbsp; When he had walked down the line, shook her hand briskly and moved on she was more than a little relieved.&nbsp; She knew that her record was littered with reports of her being extreme with her tactics, but she had cooled down over the years, if not completely.<br><br>She knew that with a change in command, there would be a lot to do, therefor she would be kept busy the next few days.&nbsp; Turning to the Vice Admiral she saluted,<br><br>"Vice Admiral Sir Reporting for Duty."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 00:01:52</strong>
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				Stretching her arms Marty was glad that they were dismissed, eager to get back to work and out of the uncomfortable clothes. Looking around she could see that several others where relived that they had been dismissed as well, tugging at the short skirt as she was happy to be able and get back into her work clothes. <br>"Martha don't forget we have a dinner with Admiral Kol tonight so make sure your on time or else" waving off her bosses unsaid threat she frowned at him "how many times do I have to tell you call me Marty, and don't worry I'll be there."<br><br>Groaning at realising that she would have to wear her uniform again she smacked her palm against her forehead, "why couldn't we get pants..." her father's dog tag dangling on her wrist from the sudden motion.
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				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 00:08:22</strong>
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				Alistair had no questions right there in the shuttle hanger because he'd already planned to discuss any concerns he had by speaking with the admiral in private.&nbsp; Which meant on the way to the Flag Bridge.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was necessary that they present a unified front and therefore they HAD to be on the same page.<br><br>He waited until the Admiral finished his briefing before surrendering his attention to the Second Officer who'd just presented herself for orders.&nbsp; "Get us underway, Captain.&nbsp; You're still OOD (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Officer_of_the_day)."&nbsp; He echoed his superior's order, glancing approvingly at the other members of the command staff.&nbsp; "I'll be on the Flag Bridge with the Admiral."<br><br>With a flash of a salute, he turned and walked quickly until he'd caught up with his superior.&nbsp; Fortunately, he caught up with the other before they'd exited the ship's hanger, which made things much easier (of course).&nbsp; &nbsp;"I've been running drills with all stations for the past several hours," he informed the other as they entered the stairwell.&nbsp; &nbsp;"CIC came up a little short on the last evaluation so I've also placed them on running complete tracking plots on everything within range.&nbsp; I'd really rather not shoot the wrong vessel because someone was too lazy to double check a reading."<br><br>And so forth he went for the next several minutes, bringing his superior up to speed on everything, including the loading of additional supplies necessary for their latest mission.&nbsp; When they finally had the passage to themselves, he quietly spoke to the other.&nbsp; "What do you think about it, Skip?"
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				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 00:28:20</strong>
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				Kol paused, looking at Alistair as he palmed open the door to the Flag bridge, walking onto the Open deck, armoured just as heavily, if not moreso than the rest of the ship by merit of being the only part of the ship with windows. Looking out at the dock surrounding them, he felt the faint vibration as the ship's immense fusion piles were activated, allowing the massive vessel to begin to slip free from the Shipyard's embrace.<br><br>"Alistair, You've done a fine job here. However, we need to make sure the crew is not run ragged before battle, as that's when the nerves get you. We know that, but some of the younger crew might not, and might push too hard, too fast." He paused, one hand idly stroking his beard.<br><br>"This is a good ship. She'll hold up well in battle, but the crew, for the most part, is untested. Until we're more confident about the crew's abilities, we'll have to hold off on a pitched battle. There's been reports of hostile frigates operating to harass the Orbital refineries near Praxus. It's on the way, so we can stop there and pick a fight with something a lot smaller than us." He turned back to the windows, watching as the shipyard slid astern of the massive warship, before picking up the intercom, and thumbing the button to activate a ship-wide broadcast.<br><br>"This is Admiral Kol Speaking. We are going to Planet Shivae, via Praxus, to offer relief to the Ships trapped there, and pound holes into the Vasari and Advent vanguards that are fighting over planetary control. During our stay in Praxus, which is in approximately three hours, we will use our bomber wings to force hostile light ships to engage us. I expect you, brave men and women of the TEC, to know what to do to our foes, who have attacked our homeworlds, killed our families, and are trying to destroy all we hold dear. As long as you are aboard this ship, you are fighting for your homes, your friends, and your families, and they expect more of you than I ever could. Make them proud." He then turned off the intercomm, and, once again, turned back to the view, listening for any further questions.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirei</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 00:54:31</strong>
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				Cassie took a direction toward her dorm. She was going to be off duty for next two hours and she was itching to get rid of the formal uniform. Before the next time she would have to wear it, she would customise it, making it long enough to reach it to her knees. Then she remembered she would need it even later today and sighed. Maybe she could skip the dinner or sneak in wearing some pants.<br><br>When she got to her room she heard Kol making an announcement. She listened while changing into her casual outfit which was green blouse and blue jeans (http://img230.imageshack.us/img230/1024/cassieclothes.jpg) that day. She always had her laser pistol hanging from her belt even when off duty, it was always possible that something unexpected would happen and she would need it. She sure hoped she wouldn't ever need to use it.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 01:10:10</strong>
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				Alistair realized that he hadn't even taken time today for more than a quick breakfast and a couple of hours on standby just might do the crew a bit of good.&nbsp; He walked over to the communications station then punched up the same general channel that the Admiral just used.<br><br>"Attention all hands, this is the XO.&nbsp; All hands stand to, one hour by watches.&nbsp; Ship will go to battlestations 15 minutes before arrival into the Praxus system.&nbsp; That is all."&nbsp; He thumbed off the mike then turned to his superior.<br><br>"If you'll excuse me, sir.&nbsp; I'll take a few minutes then be in CIC for arrival in system."&nbsp; He gave his superior a salute, pausing to see if he had any additions to the agenda he'd just given.&nbsp; Assuming none, he'd head toward his quarters.&nbsp; <br><br>Maybe he'd be lucky enough to run into Cassie on the way. And if he didn't he was sure he could arrange it....
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				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 01:13:43</strong>
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				Kol nodded, smiling slightly. "You are dismissed, XO. I'll keep an eye on things from here."<br><br>He waited until Mckeon was out of the flag bridge before his shoulders slumped, and he held onto the rail just below the windows, the years of conflict and various aches and pains making themselves known before he straightened, turned, and left the Flag bridge, heading up two decks and aft one bulkhead, to walk into the main medical bay, where he sat down in a chair, waiting for the doctor to walk in.
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				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 01:15:35</strong>
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				<em>Wanting a presence in the system that's not a trio of beat-to-hell Cobalt frigates? I'm sure as hell no matter what happens there'll be injuries. When isn't there?</em> Cassie thought to herself; a little unsure of how good the man in front of her actually was - she had heard stories, but wasn't sure if she actually believed them; nobody she had ruled under cared too much about injuries - and always expected her to clean up the mess; no matter how big or bloody the mess was, and had even started thinking of herself more as insurance than as a medic. <br><br>Even with her withstanding reservations, she listened to Kol; and had no immediate queries about the mission; if she had any, she would be sure to raise them. Saluting when Kol left, having done it so many times she didn't realise it had been done until her hand was on the descent. Cassie relaxed a little more now that Kol was not in the room. <em>Why do I always feel so damn tense around my superiors?</em> she questioned in her mind; before hearing the broadcast starting up. A smile catching her lips as she heard the words 'force' 'hostile' and 'engage'; and immediately assuming that she was right on the money about Kol. <br><br>"God I hate these clothes" she said quietly to herself, shaking her head in dismissal. "I hope he doesn't expect us to stay in these suits for long" this time her voice a little louder - talking to anyone who may have been listening, not appreciating just how short the skirts were as much as the male crew members might have been.
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				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 01:23:03</strong>
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				Sitting at her desk the fair haired girl looked busy enough if anyone cared to peek in the Quarter Master's small office.&nbsp; Kiri heard the the gravely voice come over the intercom and her heart skipped.&nbsp; His message, meant to instill incentive as well as pride was a bit unsettling.&nbsp; She didn't like thinking about all the killing that would take place on this mission.&nbsp; Taking a deep breath she centered herself again and thought back to earlier.&nbsp; <br><br>She'd made it a point of being in the hanger for the Admiral’s arrival.&nbsp; Far enough away that her curiosity wouldn’t draw attention, mostly because everyone was curious abut the legendary Kol.&nbsp; An interesting set of characters the Admiral had assembled for himself, and as they stood waiting in full dress, she took a moment to admire each of them.&nbsp; A warm flush had infused her at the sight, strong, courageous, and those legs!<br><br>Then the man himself stepped off the shuttle, massive and unmistakable, and for a moment&nbsp; her usual calm was shaken.&nbsp; Too much activity for her to take his measure at this distance, she observed the respect he commanded with out being a boor.&nbsp; A point in his favor&nbsp; &nbsp;It still disturbed her that she couldn't get a better sense of him.&nbsp; <br><br>No matter, later she would be closer.&nbsp; <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Kirei</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 01:33:34</strong>
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				Cassandra placed her uniform on her bed. She couldn't bother with putting it into the closet in good order since she would be needing it later on, then again, she wasn't sure if the dinner was going to be held if there was an ongoing battle. For now, she assumed there would be.<br><br>She made sure that the rank insignia she had parsed to her casual clothing was visible, so she would have acces to all parts of the ship before she left her room. She was planning to take a bit of a walk and then head to the recreation room to spend some time, but before she could get too far she ran into Rear Admiral McKeon. She stopped still and greeted her superior in an official, but relaxed manner.<br><br>She wasn't usually way relaxed with her superiors, but with Alistair she had learned to be. It probably had something to do with their little bit of a relationship. Alistair had pretty much become her patron during the four months and their relationship had become a bit more than just official, at least on physical level.<br><br>She smiled at Alistair as she spoke "Are you heading somewhere in particular? Oh, and is there anything there is to know about the Praxis mission, I understood it's mostly like a test flight, since thos ships in the area should not pose any threat to us." She continued while following after the rear admiral.<br><br>(ok, I switched to calling my character Cassandra, since the other Cassandra is calling her character Cassie too...)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 01:45:31</strong>
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				Alistair gave Cassandra a friendly smile.&nbsp; Keeping secrets on who was sleeping with whom was more or less impossible on a ship of this size.&nbsp; "I'm heading back to my quarters."&nbsp; He returned her salute and gestured for her to come along with him.&nbsp; "I haven't even stopped since early this morning."<br><br>He walked at a leisurely pace, palming open the door to his quarters.&nbsp; "I've had it keyed so you can get in too."&nbsp; He informed her as he stepped inside.&nbsp; He removed his cap and tossed it with practiced ease onto the cluttered desk.&nbsp; As XO, he probably did more paperwork than anyone else on the ship.&nbsp; &nbsp;And that included the quartermaster (for no other reason that he double checked everything before it went out, whether or not it went to the Skipper).<br><br>"So tell me Lieutenant."&nbsp; He reached over and gathered her in his arms, tucking her close to him.&nbsp; "Do you have anything planned for the next half hour or so?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 02:00:30</strong>
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				After leaving the briefing, Allan debated whether or not to head back to his room - if he was going to be eating at the Captain's Table tonight, then changing out of his navy blues could be unnecessary.&nbsp; On the other hand, it could be a while before that happened, and he didn't want to be in formal dress all day.&nbsp; Going back and forth, and finally making up his mind when he hear Rear Admiral McKeon's announcement, he stopped at his cabin and switched over to his duty uniform - granted, they wouldn't be at Praxus for another three hours, but still, he wanted to be ready when they were.&nbsp; <br><br>Pausing after he'd changed clothes, he considered his options.&nbsp; If he could find a few off-duty Marines, then he could talk the latest personal weapons with them.&nbsp; He could head to CIC, and review what was happening regarding the ship's weapons.&nbsp; Or...yes.&nbsp; Leaving his cabin, he headed down to the flag bridge - Admiral Kol said he would be there, and he still had a question or two to ask him about the current operation.<br><br>Reaching the flag bridge, Allan stepped onto it, seeing the Admiral was...absent?&nbsp; That was strange, didn't he say he'd be here?&nbsp; Well, maybe he would come back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirei</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 02:04:08</strong>
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				Cassandra walked to Alistair's quarters as he kept the door open for her. "Yes, I'm sure it's been a busy day at your post." She said and chuckled. "It's not been that too much with the sensors, rather laid back to be honest. After all, we've been docked for a while."<br><br>She chuckled as the man gathered his arms around her as he stood behind her. She turned around and looked him in the eyes. "Well, Sir. I was going to take a nice walk andmaybe go sit back and relax at the rec room, but then I had a sudden change of plan, when I walked into one handsome man and he invited me into his quarters." She spoke as she reached her hands on his shoulders and stood on her toes to give him a little kiss on his lips.<br><br>"I suppose that counts as as no plans." She said as her hand touched his cheek gently.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 02:22:17</strong>
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				Ever sat in her chair, checking every so often on the machine before. <em>Driving this thing is harder than those puny flight training ships,</em> she thought. She leaned back in her chair, listening to the goings on around the ship. The area she was held in had a viewing monitor that changed positions within the ship every few seconds. It was a safety precaution, so that, if anyone ever tried to take over the ship, she would be warned if they got anywhere near her. <br><br>She wasn't a fighter, warrior, or anything physical. Only her extremely nice skills in flying got her through to her current position. She sighed, pulling down the tiny skirt over her thighs. She smiled, also seeing her tiny bike shorts, worn underneath. Not strictly code, but there was nothing against it. She checked the systems a final time before spinning around in her chair, going to grab a drink.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 02:31:42</strong>
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				"Get us underway, Captain.&nbsp; You're still OOD....I'll be on the Flag Bridge with the Admiral."<br><br>She saluted him again, and made her way to monitor the ships underway.&nbsp; She was halfway there, when it was than announced that they had an hour off.&nbsp; Muttering something about officers that needed to make up their mind, Kris stood still, no longer knowing what to do with herself.&nbsp; Shrugging it off she turns back the way she came from and decided that a little one on one time with a cup of coffee was due to her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 02:46:17</strong>
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				Walking to her quarters Marty waved hello to several passing members, finally reaching her door she happily skipped into her room quickly changing out of the annoying uniform. Pulling on her white shirt and sliding her overalls on she zipped up the large suit half way, tying the sleeves around her waist she grabbed her favorite blue hat before heading out. <br><br>Hearing the announcement she quickened her pace, she noticed her boss at the end of hallway. "Sir I just heard and.." "Not now Martha I need you to go takes these papers to the admiral, seems they were not delivered when they should have been. They are all the reports on the weapons and what not now get moving" giving a quick salute to him she then slouchted as he left, "why give me the grunt work...I'm not lieutenant commander for nothing...and my name is Marty!" <br><br>Spinning around on her heel she started to walk in the direction of the port remembering seeing Admiral Kol head that way after the introduction. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 02:46:43</strong>
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				He waited for the higher ups to leave the bay before he undid the first few buttons of his jacket and made the climb to the areas where his bombers and fighters were stored. The moment he heard the announcement over the com he assembled his squad of pilots for a pre-briefing. Before he had arrived they were waiting or lining up, impressed with their speed he noted that. <br><br><strong>"All right you all heard the brass, times to get your dicks, wet. Falcons I want your ships ready and loaded within three hours, I along with the Ravens will personally cover you all. I want all ships ready and inspected in a few hours, whoever gets the most kills or damage makes squad captain of their respective squad, dismissed!"</strong><br>Not giving them the chance to realize the irony of him calling the other officers the brass, he stepped away to the cargo deck and reached into a pocket for his stainless steal cigarette holder and lighter with the Command Eagle etched in the center, a gift sent to him by an old friend who was en route to becoming air command on his own ship. He glanced around and saw a few others on deck smoking as well, those who caught his sight saluting before he waved them at ease. Ansem considered the area "rank-less" it was the only place non-officers could speak to him on equal terms. Bringing one of his last cigarettes to his lips, he the flipped the lighter's cap up before rolling his thick calloused thumb on the flint and neared the flame to his face. He sucked in a deep drag and let it burn at his lungs for a few moments, before thin white streams of smoke left his nostrils. With a sigh of relief, he leaned on a railing and looked outside past the thick impact window, the world unearth becoming slow as the ship left the dock. <br><br><br><em><strong>"Fuck I am running low...I am gonna have to visit the quartermaster before dinner tonight." <br></strong></em>He grumbled to himself, truth be told he did not even know where that nor the flag bridge was, Ansem had spent the last four months on only a few selected parts of the ship. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 02:46:52</strong>
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				"Alright, I might as well get on giving Kol his medical...Hope that old bugger has been keeping himself fit" Cassy sighed, once more speaking to anyone who was listening - after the several years of working with the soldiers who's job - it seemed - was to provide her with bodies to stitch up, she had learnt that usually people wouldn't listen to the medics and doctors unless it affected the mission, and had usually begun to talk to herself - it helped her think things through.<br><br>Palming out of the room, just as Kol had done, she made her way towards the main medical bay - where she assumed that Kol would have gone; it was the closest and as such, the easiest to get to from where both of them were. Palming into the room, she looked over at Kol. "Admiral Kol" she said in lieu of greeting, adding a slight nod of the head. <br>"So...you're here for your checkup? What's it been since you were last on a mission? 2...3 years?" she asked curiously; although the tone of voice indicated she already knew. "I assume that you didn't come back into this line of work because you loved it so much" she commented; assuming that either he had been forced, or been given one hell of a good offer. <br><br>Walking over to one of the many terminals that were were positioned at intervals on the walls, she tapped on a few of the keys; a section of the wall appearing to slide down in a quarter-circle, giving a soft hiss when it became parallel to the floor and ceiling; one of the many fold-up-beds now deployed. <br>"We should get started then..." she said, looking over to Kol. "Shouldn't take too long..." she commented, "Although...if you can handle the strains of returning to work after what happened is what worries me" she added - muttering so he wouldn't be able to hear her musings. "Would you mind sitting on the bed please?" Cassie asked as she went to another keypad - entering another set of keys; and a panel opened filled with new medical instruments. <br><br>Removing the scanner; a smallish handheld device; slightly curved in her hand that had two small diodes sticking out of one end, and even complete with an information screen. "You sure you're ready to come back?" she asked - not meaning for it to sound rude; as was the case with most of her questions - especially when directed at superiors. A second later and the two diodes flashed a green colour; and the screen gave a faint blue glow indicating it had been turned on. <br><br>"Hold your arm out and roll up the sleeve please Admiral" she requested. When he complied, she held the diodes up to where his wrist met his hand until it beeped, before moving it up his arm to his shoulder, and around to the base of his neck where it beeped again; the diodes flashing yellow every time it made a beep. "Alright...well, despite your lack of service over the past few years, you're in pretty good shape - considering what you've done that is...I assume you're not afraid of needles...right?" she rambled - adding a soft smirk as she asked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 02:56:48</strong>
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				Kol sat on the medical bed as he listened to the Doctor, not particularly talkative, but deciding to be open about things anyhow. "Am I sure I'm ready to come back? Honestly, no. I've spent years fighting, and seen too many people, friends and foes alike, die. It wears on me, like decades of age and abuse, above and beyond what's happened to me, physically."<br><br>He paused, lifting his left sleeve for the required injection. "Just in front of the elbow, if you please, Doctor. Also... if you can prescribe a mild sedative? I've been unable to sleep well since Nyeve."<br><br>He waited for the faint sting of the injection to fade, then rolled down the sleeve, looking at the relatively petite medic as she finished up the checkup. "And, so long as I don't fall over and die tomorrow, You can be assured, doctor, that I have no plans on throwing us into the meat grinder."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 03:25:00</strong>
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				She nodded at his request; giving him the injection where he requested. "And I'll reserve my judgement - I've seen lots of people say that, but have no care about sending wave after wave of men into the situation - and then I'd be the one blamed when they didn't survive because I couldn't work fast enough." she replied, a little unsure if she should be a little lenient towards him because of what happened at Nyeve. <br><br>"But if you continue to have sleepless nights, let me know - I don't want you to go into battle like that and risk harming the crew" she added; going over to another console - underneath the medical equipment one - she tapped the onscreen keys once more; before scrolling through a selection of drugs. Clicking the mild sedative, the machine scanned her fingerprint for identification before a cabinet opened with the bottle held by metal clasps. Behind the walls there was a system of pulleys, hydraulics, basic scanners and clasps that searched through their stock for the drug that was requested, and brought it to the cabinet. The stock was reachable manually; but probably would have been cramped and uncomfortable.<br><br>Handing the drugs to him, "You tell me if there are more sleepless nights - I don't want a sleep-deprived admiral commanding us." she frowned, before adding "Well, you seem to be in good shape - mostly - so I'd say you're fit to lead us. Welcome aboard admiral" the frown turning into a smirk as she saluted him once more.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 03:30:45</strong>
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				Kol paused, then chuckled slightly, standing up and returning the salute. "Same to you, Doctor. May your medical bay only have scraped knees and sore muscles gracing its interior."<br><br>He walked out of medical, tucking the small pill bottle into his coat pocket as he headed back to the Flag bridge, not surprised to see two people waiting inside the expansive, but bare chamber. He recognized both of them, and nodded. "No need for a salute. I take it you have reports for me, Lieutenant Welles, Commander Solange?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 03:40:36</strong>
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				Allan responded.&nbsp; "Of a sort, sir.&nbsp; I am happy to report that all weapons systems aboard the Agronev performed as specified during the shakedown cruise, and that my people stand ready.&nbsp; And, if I might ask, sir, what sort of support can we expect from the TEC during this operation?&nbsp; Furthermore, do we have any preliminary estimates as to enemy force strength and composition at Praxus?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 03:52:05</strong>
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				Kol paused, then nodded. "Regrettably, we have no support available at this time, However, we may be able to salvage some support from the local ships that are bunkered at the planet's moon. At last report, there were a half-dozen Kodiak-Class Cruisers there, with full crews."<br><br>He paused, stroking his chin a moment, then smiled. "Praxus, however, is a much softer proposition. Known reports have Both Vasari and Advent light Frigates, Roughly comparable to the Cobalt-class, harassing the Orbital refinery operations there. There's approximately a half-dozen ships there, and they do shoot at one another as well. We should be able to pick them apart easily, barring any unforseen surprises."<br><br>He then nodded slightly. "Oh; one other thing, Welles. Point out that the Firing rails for the Gauss Cannon are not to be used for EVA sledding. Would hate to be in there when we have to fire a shot from that thing."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 04:04:53</strong>
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				Looking shyly up at Admiral Kol, Marty fumbled with the papers in her hand as Lieutenant Welles spoke. Peeking out of the corner of her eye as she stood there Marty listened half hearted as he asked his questions, noticing that the lieutenant was slightly lanky even dressed in his uniform. Bitting on her bottom lip nervously she hoped that all the papers where in order and she wasn't given a large pile of blank pages as a mean joke. Waiting respectively for the admiral to finish she moved an inch closer to him as he finished adressing Lieutenant Welles. <br><br>"Sir I have a update on the weapons" handing the papers over to the she was still shocked at how large his hands where compaired to hers. "I hope they meet your standers sir" fiddling with the dog tag on her wrist she waited patiently for his response as he reviewed the report.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 04:12:03</strong>
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				Kol paused to retrieve his glasses and flipped through the papers, reading silently, then nodded. "All seems in order Lieutenant-Commander. Thank you for bringing this to my attention, and thank you for your hard work in getting this ship ready in such a short period of time."<br><br>He looked again at the second page, then then third one, and paused, frowning. "Pardon me a moment."<br><br>Walking to the comlink set into the wall, he punched a few numbers, and watched as the screen resolved itself to show Martha's Superior officer, a large man with a grease smudge on his forehead. "Yessir?"<br><br>Kol glowered, and lifted the pages into the video link's viewing angle, then spoke quietly. "Commander, you are relieved of your position and Demoted to Lieutenant-Commander. You know the reason why." he then shut off the comlink, and looked at Martha. "Congratulaions. You just got promoted for due diligence and safety while installing an antimatter reactor, because your superior officer thought it would be faster to use bondo and chewing gum."<br><br>He handed the papers back over to her and grumbled quietly to himself, using two fingers to squeeze the bridge of his nose. "You two are dismissed. enjoy the hour off while it lasts."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 04:42:35</strong>
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				After sending the inventory info to a handheld, Kiri made a few clicks, closing programs and locking her encrypted office computer.&nbsp; With a&nbsp; rare sigh, Kiri realized that all the energy on this ship was exhausting.&nbsp; Sliding slender fingers to rub the back of her neck under the soft knot of silver before leaning back to take a breath, she wondered if she made the right choice.&nbsp; Too late now, wasn't it?&nbsp; She was called to serve.&nbsp; With that thought she stood and straightned her soft blue blouse, grabbed the handheld and headed for the Flag Bridge. <br>Her chance to get a sense of the man was now. <br>...<br><br>The Flag Bridge wasn't too far from her office; in a ship this size there were many quarter masters, each usually handling a particular area.&nbsp; If she was a girl who believed in such things, she'd say she was lucky to get this close to the 'action'.&nbsp; The whoosh of the opening door allowed the briefest pause, enough for her to take a deep breath before she stepped into the large room to see the Commanding officer just dismissing two of his lieutenants.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <br>"Excuse me, Admiral." her voice was soft and clear, a surprise to her. His energy pulsed and jarred her and... tingled.&nbsp; Kiri blinked, clearing her thoughts of *that* and when they turned to her, she continued.&nbsp; "Quarter Master Ownah, requesting your signature on our departure reports."&nbsp; Turning to the other two, she added, "and if you have anything to add or request before you leave... ?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 04:54:01</strong>
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				Kol accepted the handheld offered to him by the young woman, and he scrolled through the information, which generally boiled down to a good supply situation all around. "Looks good. Quartermaster, see if we can requisition some more Replon Plates from the Refineries in orbit around Praxus. We'll be going into battle sooner rather than later, and some spare armour plate to help fix holes will be sorely needed in the future. Also, see if you can find some sliced peaches. I figure the crew wouldn't mind a minor luxury, considering what's coming."<br><br>He signed the report, noting the request into the ship's database to be added into the next information packet from the warship, then looked at the young Quartermaster. After a moment's deliberation, he nodded, and handed her the handheld unit back. "Carry on."<br><br>As the two officers and one Non-commissioned officer left the Flag bridge, he let his thoughts surface more clearly, wondering why they would have abandoned one so unsuited to their purpose.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 05:46:13</strong>
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				After she had finished with her cup of coffee, she made her way above to the cargo deck.&nbsp; Smiling to herself she sees that the few smokers on board where living it up for the short amount of time that they where allowed to come up for a smoke.&nbsp; Walking over to an isolated spot she pulled out her pack and shuffled out one of her non-menthol filtered cigarettes.<br><br>Bringing up her lighter she makes short work of lighting up.&nbsp; She let the first inhale last the longest, the steady and sudden burn in her throat and lungs worth the small burst of nicotine in her system.&nbsp; Letting out a deep moan from the pleasure of it, she moved so that her back was to the wind, and enjoyed the short respite.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 10:07:55</strong>
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				Ansem was halfway through his second (and last cigarette) for the break when he turned his attention away from the black void of space. He caught the front view of his smoke break friend walking over over to exchange pleasantries. <br><strong>"Officer on deck."</strong><br>He spoke lowly so that no one would actually snap to attention and interrupt their smoke break. His eyes did not overlook the short mandated skirt as he approached and stood stood "at ease" a stance that was easy for him to remain in with his natural size. <br><strong>"How does the day find you today Kris?" </strong><br>He reached over for a small stand that held an ashtray, tapping the ash into it before he pulled a few seats for the both of them. <br><strong>"Or prefer the commander until day's end?" </strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 10:30:03</strong>
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				Kris enjoyed half of her cigarette before allowing her senses to return to her surroundings, her cigarette breaks where always the happiest parts of her day and she was damned if anyone would take it away from her.&nbsp; When she heard the call for attention she closed her eyes shut in irritation.&nbsp; Turning around she her features changed from irritation to relief that it was only the Air Group Commander Hyral, her frequent yet erratic smoking buddy.<br><br>"<strong>How does the day find you today Kris?...Or prefer the commander until day's end?</strong>"<br><br>She waved the question away and took her seat, neatly crossing her legs so that no one would get a scandalous view of what her uniform barely held secret.<br><br>"Kris is fine, but even when we are on duty it's Captain, not Commander.&nbsp; Commander makes me sound like some over polished stuffed and starched shirt."&nbsp; She smiled wryly at that and took a drag from her cig.&nbsp; <br><br>"I have the feeling that with this new Admiral we're going to have less time to smoke.&nbsp; Especially since we're about to pitch head first into battle."&nbsp; It was a pity actually, the stress from being in combat coupled with the fact that she'll have less nicotine in her system will make for a rather cranky officer.<br><br>"I can almost pity anyone who will be on duty with me...almost."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 10:50:04</strong>
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				A crack almost broke free in his face at the way she rolled her eyes before she realized it was his, no one liked to be disturbed with anything work related it was the unspoken rule. <br><strong>"He seems like an alright gent, I'll just keep my distance from him for now." </strong><br>Ansem knew that the Admiral had his records about his youth, not sure how he managed to get the job as Air Command under the man who lost his family to the same type of people he came from. Hatreds and prejudices always seem to linger, even his own troops cursed at the mentioning of "pirates" unknown to them that he was once in his youth, many he personally knew redeemed and answering their call to the TEC. <br><strong><br>"Well I look forward to it, I have not seen combat in half a year, all this fatty ship cuisine is going to slow me down." </strong><br>It was hard to tell when he was joking, his face only gave the subtlest of hints he was kidding around.<br><strong>"Perhaps I can give your crew a crash curse in evasive maneuvers, but id rather not and let the lioness bare its fangs." </strong><br>Finishing, he put the butt out in the tray and opened his jaket to slip the case and lighter in their respective hiding spots. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 11:07:06</strong>
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				"<strong>Well I look forward to it, I have not seen combat in half a year, all this fatty ship cuisine is going to slow me down.</strong>" <br><br>She chuckled slightly at this, thinking that no amount of food could make this guy fat.&nbsp; Hell the sheer amount of work it took to cause mischief was enough to keep him fit.<br><br>&nbsp;"<strong>Perhaps I can give your crew a crash curse in evasive maneuvers, but id rather not and let the lioness bare its fangs.</strong>" <br><br>Now this she openly laughed at, she wasn't that bad, but than again she had been known for making the younger officers cry on more than one occasion.<br><br>"I should hope that they would have gotten used to me over the last four months.&nbsp; And if they hadn't well...it's their own fault."&nbsp; Noticing him slip his things away she cocked her head and grinned.<br><br>"Leaving already?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 11:29:57</strong>
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				<strong>"I can not say I speak from experience, the only times I think we have spoken has been out here and it has been a pleasure, but I know what it is like to have that demon gnawing at the back of your head. Are you fan of cigars? I have to tucked away back in my cockpit, tradition to smoke one when an acquittance takes on a high rank."</strong><br>He shifted his tall figure and bent forward as if he was gonna share a long kept secret. His words vague on who he was celebrating for, someone aboard the ship or someone no one else knew but him.<br>&nbsp;<br><strong>"Not quite yet, but I would hate to be careless and lose the case and lighter, a gift from a long-time friend. I think I will stay here for the entire duration and head straight to dinner. If it seems I am following you, it is because I am, I have no idea where the officer quarters truly are, I think I have been on the bridge once since my arrival." </strong><br>The past few months he had his belongings and taken up residence in one of the empty petty officer dorms that were stationed near the ship that housed the pilots and engineers. It served multiple purposes, for one it made his troops gain his trust and respect if they saw him as a fellow solider and not a face ordering them from a bridge, not that he would skip on a chance to lead an aerial mission. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 11:58:54</strong>
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				"<strong>I can not say I speak from experience, the only times I think we have spoken has been out here and it has been a pleasure, but I know what it is like to have that demon gnawing at the back of your head. Are you fan of cigars? I have to tucked away back in my cockpit, tradition to smoke one when an acquittance takes on a high rank.</strong>"<br><br>She didn't move as he leaned his tall frame closer as if trying to not let his words be heard beyond her company.&nbsp; "Yes, I would have to say that I do have a certain fondness for Cigars, and your right to be weary, if any of this lot heard that you had anything of fine quality they would try to snatch them away from you.&nbsp; Hell I'm half tempted right now, and I don't even know if they are fine quality or not!"&nbsp; The last was said in a playful if not mock serious tone.<br><br>"<strong>Not quite yet, but I would hate to be careless and lose the case and lighter, a gift from a long-time friend. I think I will stay here for the entire duration and head straight to dinner. If it seems I am following you, it is because I am, I have no idea where the officer quarters truly are, I think I have been on the bridge once since my arrival.</strong>" <br><br>She was a little speculative about that statement, her mind automatically running through possible reasons why he wouldn't be in his own bunk; many of which involved him doing the dirty with some nubile young officer or another.&nbsp; Clearing her throat so that her next words wouldn't give away her thoughts she recrossed her legs and settled back with her second cigarette that she had lit only a moment ago.<br><br>"Well than it would seem that you where lucky that I came out when I did, it'll give you the oppertunity to learn the proper way to your room."&nbsp; She couldn't help but chuckle at this, but the mystery of where he was sleeping only made her realize that she hadn't gotten laid in what felt like years.&nbsp; Feeling decidedly less confident, not that she felt that in the least with the new Admiral on board she watched her companion silently for a moment.&nbsp; Taking out her pack she nudges it in his direction.<br><br>"Want one?&nbsp; You stopped smoking, so I figured that you had to be out." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 17:58:56</strong>
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				<strong>"So is temptation your Achilles's heel or is it fine aged tobacco hand raised in actual soil."</strong><br>Any cigar fan would know that any cigar that was grown on a terra-planet was vastly superior to those grown and created within a mechanic closed environment, some things technology could not make better. The crack on his face went slightly higher, masking his eyes when they darted down to catch her crossing her legs in almost an inviting manner. <br><br><strong>"I did just have my last one, I was about to cut my break short if it was not for you, thanks."</strong><br>Sliding a cig out of the pack, he place it center of his lips before he opening his jacket once more for the "zippo" lighter. Ansem's head tilted forward, his hands cupping the flame away from the non existent wind in the room, once the flint sparked the fire. His eyes closed and he snapped the end shut before tucking it back into the pocket. A tendril of smoke slithered out the corner of his lips a few seconds after it was lit. Eager to return to the conversation and add to their obvious flirtatious exchanges, he took the end cigarette between two fingers before he added with a low tone. <br><strong>"I might have a little difficulty finding my bed, will you lead me to that also?" </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 18:18:50</strong>
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				"<strong>So is temptation your Achilles's heel or is it fine aged tobacco hand raised in actual soil.</strong>" She did indeed have a terrible weakness for actual Terran soil grown Cigars, they where rather rare to come by on ship.&nbsp; But temptation was also a taste she had grown fond of.<br><br>"Hmmmm as your commanding officer I am of course above base temptation...but as a woman, now that's a completely different thing."&nbsp; She had a mischievous grin on her face before finishing that sentence with a wink.&nbsp; "But the thought of something that smooth going down my throat should be temptation enough for me." <br><br>Inhaling she held it for a moment before letting the smoke escape from her lips.&nbsp; This was the most entertaining conversation she had had in such a long time, and she was blatantly flirting, something else that she hadn't allowed herself to do in a long time.&nbsp; All in all the day seemed to be repairable.<br><br>"<strong>I might have a little difficulty finding my bed, will you lead me to that also?</strong>"<br><br>Her lips curved up in a devious smile and she let her hands trail along the edge of the table before answering.<br><br>"I think I could be persuaded, the question now is if whether it'll be worth my while to be such a "helpful" person."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 18:37:42</strong>
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				Ansem had to clear his throat at her words, he found something highly arousing in her words and the look across her face and pursed lips just seemed to cry out "court martial" not that he had never been through the process before. <br><strong>"It is refreshing to see someone who can look past the rank once in a while, so rank aside...what persuade matters are you fond of..."</strong><br>He was teasing her now, his facial features had soften to show interest in the conversation. <br><strong>"I guess the better question is...what temptations does Kris Fielding encounter?"</strong><br>Perhaps it was a little forward to use her full name, but with his predator-like mentality he was just doing what he had done best in the TEC, challenging and testing borders. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 18:51:45</strong>
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				Alistair leaned forward to return Cassandra's kiss, smiling gently to her.&nbsp; He gave her butt a little squeeze before his expression grew more serious.&nbsp; "And what did you think of those sim exercises I gave you to do yesterday?"&nbsp; A quickie probably wouldn't hack it right now so he'd rather wait until they could actually have some downtime.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 19:04:29</strong>
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				She let her eyes wander over his features, traveling down his intimidatingly tall frame and her smile grows.&nbsp; Usually she didn't fraternize with lower ranking officers but she could see herself making an exception for this one.<br><br>"Well let's just say that I'm not the best known officer for keeping my relations strictly rank appropriate."&nbsp; She was enjoying this conversation, it was both teasing and flirtatious a thing that usually got looked over when a man tried to get her into bed.&nbsp; Yes this one was cheeky, but she wasn't on duty so she felt no need to chastise him, plus she liked the sounds of her name on his lips.<br><br>"Hmmm as far as temptation goes...let's just say that I've had a problem with authority figures."&nbsp; She didn't blatantly tell him anything, but it was all on public record any way. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirei</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 19:18:11</strong>
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				Cassandra chuckled as Alistair squeezed her behind, her expression grew a bitmore serious as he asked her about the sim exercises. "Those were good." She replied. "In my opinion I hope we'll never get into a situation like they simulated, but I think I nailed them." She smiled a bit before looking at her watch sighing silently. "Time flies. I should go rather soon, I'm on duty in half an hour and I need to get changed."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 19:27:08</strong>
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				<strong>Ansem Hyral, Hanger Deck- Speaking with Kris Fielding</strong><br><br>Amsem's eyebrows perked at the admission, thinking something completely different than what she actually meant. <br><strong>"Well let's be honest, if we are expected to stick within our ranks the choices are not very many now are they?"</strong><br>Perhaps he was coming off a little strong but he had always been naturally aggressive. He knew about her interrogation extremes and past with officials, but not about her personal scandals, some information was kept from their fellow officers in the name of privacy. His eyes no longer held their impassive gaze, his own smile cracking over his face. The conversation had carried on so smoothly he had forgotten to smoke, tapping the ash into the tray before he finished the last drag and put it out. <br><strong>"I can be quite authoritative at times but it might result with you being bent over my knee if you are a bad girl."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 19:59:02</strong>
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				on the flag bridge with Admiral Kol, Commander Solange, CWO Welles<br>&nbsp;<br><br>With an inner shake, Kiri gathered her psyche for a bit of reconnaissance on the man as he scrolled quickly through the inventory numbers.&nbsp; The legend for the most part was true; though weary of battle, he would forever fight for those who couldn’t fight for them selves and he was massive, over a foot taller than she was.&nbsp; Also massive was the pain behind the eyes in his weathered face, the source of which did nothing but add to her troubled thoughts.<br><br>Taking a sidelong glance at the other two present, Kiri had to smile.&nbsp; The girl, half out of her coveralls, was a little nervous in the presence the Admiral, while the Lieutenant, on the other hand, was all business and efficiency.&nbsp; Lt Welles was also rather strong willed so she dared not poke around until he was more relaxed and receptive.&nbsp; <br><br>Something started niggling at the edge of her mind that returned her attention to the Admiral’s gaze.&nbsp; Uncharacteristically startled by the searching blue eyes, Kiri stepped back when he finally dismissed the three at once and with a sharp turn made her way quickly back to the quartermaster’s office.&nbsp; Inside that relative safety, she leaned back into the wall; breathing deep, willing serenity.&nbsp; Damn, this was going to be difficult.&nbsp; <br><br>With that thought she pushed away from the wall.&nbsp; She needed to scare up some bourbon.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 20:29:57</strong>
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				Flag Bridge<br><br>Overall, the ship ran quietly, and smoothly, despite the sudden shake-up in engineering due to Kol's announcement of a swap in 'who's boss'. Kol himself did not move from his position on the flag bridge until the ship began to cycle power to the phase barrier engine, a faint blue nimbus of energy forming ahead of the vessel as the engine tore a hole into the fabric of reality, slingshotting the massive Vessel towards its first destination, the Volcanic Planet Praxus.<br><br>A quick query directed to the ship's computer stated that the Phase transit would take the better part of two hours, so, after a moment's thought, Kol headed to his room for a few minutes, reading up on various things there before a small chime sounded from his personal communicator, telling him it was ten minutes to the evening meal. At the same time, everyone else's personal comm also chimed, telling those who were invited that they had ten minutes to arrive at the officer's mess.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirei</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 22:28:13</strong>
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				Cassandra left from the XO's quarter after having brief talk with him about the simulation, she kissed him in the doorway before hurrying on her way to change into her on duty uniform.<br><br>Everything was running as it should in the CIC when she arrived there, she didn't have much time to do anything, but then again, not much was happening yet. It'd still take a while before there would be any action. At least it should be.&nbsp; She checked on the sensors, assigning tasks for the sensor specialists for a while before she had to go again, she didn't want to be late from the meal.<br><br>She went to her room and sighed as she looked at the formal uniform she should have been wearing during the dinner. "This is bullshit... Twice in that uniform in one day..." She shook her head as she changed into the skimpy skirt she loathed. Then she left her room and took a direction toward where the dinner was to be held. She swore to herself she'd burn that thing one day.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 22:49:55</strong>
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				Studded to say the least Marty quickly saluted Admiral Kol, "t..thank you sir!" hearing that she was dismissed she had to resist the urge to skip out of the door. Once in the hallway though she preformed a semi-happy dance, giggling at the expression her bos...well ex-boss had on his face, not caring if anyone saw her Marty was now practically skipping down to the engine room. Once there she was greeted by the site of several men cheering or congratulating her, embarrassed she waved them off as small blush on her cheeks as she walked around seeing what needed to be done.<br><br>"Hey Marty we need your help, some of the panelling has come loose in pipe 4-B and right now we have the water cut off but if we don't fix it soon..." Smiling she nodded her head, fastening a harnesses to her waist she gave a mock salute to the guys around her. "Lower me down boys!" Laughing as her small frame was inched into the pipe along with a small lamp and her tools, having grown use to the pipes or tunnels. Seeing the panels up close, Marty turned her hat to the side and started to tighten the bolts that had come loose. <br><br>Wipping the sweat from her brow she grinned as the final bolt was in place, "yo! Boss aren't you supposed to be going to that fancy dinner tonight?" Swearing loudly she kicked the pipe, tugging on the rope to raise her up she began to half way climb. "Damnit! Why didn't anyone tell me what time it was?" Letting out a stream of curse words, making a few of the engineering staff blush she bolted from the site, knocking a few guys out of the way. "Why does it have to be formal wear?" Whining all the way to her room, Marty knew that she would have to grab the shortest shower known to all mankind. Dodging several fellow crewmembers and yelling a short sorry to them, finally making it to her room she stumbled in. Kicking and throwing her clothes all over the place she hurried and jumped into the shower. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 00:19:41</strong>
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				With&nbsp; a bit of wrangling Kiri made the possible connections with the Praxus area refineries and arranged the acquisition of the Replon Plates as Admiral Kol had suggested.; it would certainly be more convenient for the Agronev.&nbsp; It was nearing the dinner hour and she would have to serve the CO and his top officers.&nbsp; A strange circumstance, but it only kept her nearest those that made high level decisions.&nbsp; She scoffed at luck and decided it was fate; her mission was&nbsp; meant to be.<br><br>She had picked up her full dress uniform earlier, and changed into it now, hoping beyond hope that she wouldn't hear the opening whoosh of the door while she was half undressed.&nbsp; It's not that she minded the uniform, especially on the other women, but the length - or lack of-&nbsp; skirt was uncomfortable.&nbsp; The short hem and knew high boots seemed to do nothing but draw attention to the smooth paleness of her legs.&nbsp; Standing she tugged the hem down as much as she could manage and slipped the short blue jacket on.&nbsp; Not too much bric-a-brac for one such as her.&nbsp; Let others be heroes she thought as she headed toward the officers' dining room.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 00:30:25</strong>
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				Alistair had found that he enjoyed Cassandra's company, and even talking business could be a pleasure.&nbsp; He settled into his desk chair, closing his eyes and counting to ten before opening his eyes and delving into some paperwork that had so far eluded his attention.<br><br>After a while, he rose back to his feet.&nbsp; He carefully adjusted his uniform and replaced his cap on his head.&nbsp; Letting himself out with a happy little hum, he headed for CIC.&nbsp; He figured that would be the best spot to keep an eye on the engagement.&nbsp; He remained there until it neared dinner time, encouraging both the ratings and the junior officers as he wandered freely around the neon lit room (from all the displays).<br><br>He paused at the 3D map that dominated the center of the room, watching it for just a few moments before letting his attention wander to the efficient operation around him.&nbsp; &nbsp;He nodded to Cassandra in passing, then would head over to dinner when it was necessary.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 02:15:49</strong>
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				Ever heard her comm beep quietly as she finished the commands for the navigational system. Soon enough the ship would enter Phase space while they were eating, or soon after. She pressed her final sequence of commands and stood, checking her work once more before turning, and going to her room for a new shirt, having spilled a bit of water on her current one. <br><br>Armed with some new clothes and some more coffee Ever headed to dinner, wondering about all the newcomers, as she had missed The Admiral's lecture earlier due to her post.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 02:38:00</strong>
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				Officer's Mess, Captain's Table<br><br>Kol entered the Officer's mess three minutes before the agreed-upon meeting time, Not at all Surprised to see his Second officer and Air group Commander Sitting across from one another, talking quietly. Moving around to the head of the table, he nodded at them, silently preventing their salutes as the rest of the command crew eventually arrived, with the exception of the newly-promoted Engineering officer, though, judging by the faint apologies coming from the hallway, she wasn't too far away at all.<br><br>Kol waited until the command crew was entirely at the table before he sat down, though, and, after a moment, he smiled. "It's good to see you all again. Now, let's set aside rank for a moment, and talk as equals."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 02:42:33</strong>
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				Ever entered just after the Admiral, slipping in quietly, almost unseen, and finding her designated seat. She looked around the room, not really paying much attention, but running through the commend sequence again, triple checking herself. She watched everyone coming in, trying to note distinctive features on them, making learning their names easier later.<br><br>"It's good to see you all again. Now, let's set aside rank for a moment, and talk as equals."<br><br>Ever looked to the Admiral as he spoke, nodding silently at his request though she said nothing for the moment. Ever fidgeted in her seat, pulling the tiny skirt down to cover her shorts many times throughout the evening.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 03:39:49</strong>
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				Cassandras Quarters<br><br>Yawning a little, Cassie blinked a few times; pushing herself from the bed, she stumbled a little bit before stretching her arms up and bending her back a little. Looking over at the display that right now showed the time, she turned around and started to dress in the formal wear once more - it was getting closer to when everyone would be going to the Mess hall, and was glad she woke up in time, and she hadn't slept in the dress uniform in case she creased it. <br><br>Grabbing one of the hair bands, she quickly tied her hair up into a ponytail before slipping on her shoes and giving herself a once over in the mirror - most of all making sure that her skirt wasn't pulled too high accidentally. Leaving the quarters; she palmed open the door as she left; a little annoyed she hadn't woken up earlier, so she could have had a shower beforehand, but began to walk towards the Mess Hall anyway.<br><br>Officer's Mess, Captain's Table <br>Walking through the small crowd of people who had begun to enter the Mess Hall she glanced over and saw several other people sitting near Kol. Making her own way over, she sat down beside them, "Admiral" she nodded towards Kol - greeting him once more. Once seated she held her hands on her lap, as if trying to push the skirt between her legs a little more, glancing around at the others in the room, before at the others on the table; a little more self-consious - should someone happen to look under the table, it wouldn't have been too hard to look up her - or any of the other female crew members skirts. <br><br>Acknowledging Kols' request - she glanced about to see who was here; actually taking in peoples faces this time. Smiling over to Ever, she yawned once more; her hand surreptitiously covering her mouth as she did so. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 03:49:44</strong>
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				Screaming in frustration Marty looked in her underwear drawer, nothing it was completely empty. Hitting her forehead in stupidity she remembered that she was going to do her laundry yesterday but a main line had busted and needed everyone on to fix it. "Screw it! I isn't like anyone would notice I wasn't wearing underwear..." Quickly throwing on her pantyhose and then the skirt she fumbled with the only bra (http://lib.store.yahoo.net/lib/wickedtemptations/u1-20386a3.jpg) she had left which was really just a joke from a friend. <br><br>Sliding her shirt and jacket on she grabbed her shoes as well as her hat, securing that all the buttons where done correctly she threw on her shoes. Rushing out her door she combed her fingers through her hair, making sure her earring was in place as well as pendent she tried to place her hat on correctly before reaching the captain's table. Passing a few engineers in the hallway she laughed as the gave her a mock catcalls and whistled at her. "Get back to work you bums!" Joking with them for a few she started to run faster hoping she would not be the last to arrive. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 04:25:04</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Kris Fielding : Officers mass, Captains table : Eating dinner</strong></div><br>Kris had gotten along with Hyral more than she thought she would have.&nbsp; It was true that they saw each other a lot on smoke breaks, but that had been their longest and admittedly flirtatious encounter to date.&nbsp; But she wasn't like some of the newer officers, and she had grown up with men her whole life; so she knew that just because a man flirted with you, didn't necessarily mean that they wanted you for anything more than a good time.&nbsp; But she didn't have a problem with that, in fact she was perfectly fine with it.<br><br>Thinking back on their earlier conversation it was hard for her to keep a straight face.&nbsp; His comment about bending her over his knee had almost killed her it made her laugh so hard.&nbsp; But the image it had created in her mind had made her panties soaking wet.&nbsp; The rest of the conversation had been a steady and enjoyable form of foreplay that had her fantasizing about pushing him down on her bunk and straddling him.&nbsp; Her small hands planted on each side of his head while she leaned down and nibbled on his lips.&nbsp; <br><br>The image made her shift slightly in her seat and clearing her throat as if to clear away the desire her fantasy evoked.&nbsp; As she looked around the room she noticed that people had started to assemble at the table, first the Admiral and than some of the others.&nbsp; <br><br>"<strong>Welcome Admiral, how are you finding the TDN Agronev so far?</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 04:37:10</strong>
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				Kol nodded at Kris' question, and shrugged slightly as the young quartermaster he had met on the Flag bridge came by with an orderly in tow, serving the officers a starter of a light salad to begin the simple meal. "She's a good ship. Fly true, fly well, and keeps her crew safe even when in the thick of a fight. Some of the crew needs a few reminders about common sense, which caused a bit of a shakeup in Engineering earlier."<br><br>He paused, chewing thoughtfully on a forkful of the salad. "All things considered, Once we file off the rough edges by acting as examples to the crew, this ship could be considered the Elite of the navy. But, considering what we have to work with, anything less would be like working at one quarter the actual potential."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 04:47:46</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Kris Fielding : Officers mass, Captains table : Eating dinner</strong></div><br>As the salad was placed in front of them, she was forced to look down slightly for a moment to hide her blush at the reminder that they had to set an example for the lower ranking officers.&nbsp; If only they knew the sort of thoughts that played inside her head, than no one would accuse her of being a proper example for any one.<br><br>"<strong>I agree that this ship and her crew could be the best in the navy,&nbsp; but it would need a lot of work done.&nbsp; But you seem so sure that you could work them into shape, so I'm not worried.</strong>"&nbsp; Lifting her fork to her mouth, she looks at the Admiral.<br><br>"<strong>What shake up?&nbsp; I haven't heard of any accident's.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 04:53:28</strong>
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				Stopping in front of the doors to the mess hall Marty fixed up her appearance, having given up on her hat hours ago. Walking in as confidently as she could. Seeing that she was the last to arrive she fought the urge to blush in embarrassment, giving a quick salute to Admiral Kol, Marty took her seat. Taking a deep breath she smiled brightly at everyone at the time saying a quick hello. <br><br>Scratching the back of her neck embarrassed she looked back down at her plate suddenly finding it very intersting. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 04:54:00</strong>
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				Kol nodded. "Not quite an Accident, but it could have been a messy one. Ever see an Antimatter Core breach?"<br><br>He paused, letting those words sink in, and, judging from the suddenly sour faces, he knew that most who had been fighting before had seen at least one go up. "Our esteemed, and now Former Chief Engineer decided to use what amounted to Bondo and chewing gum to install the Ship's antimatter chamber. It was only through the Efforts of our newly promoted Commander of Engineering, Miss Solange, that this ship was not dispersed into monatomic vapour."<br><br>He paused, then raised his glass, a silent toast to the young engineer. "Miss Solange, thank you for being an example to follow and learn from."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 05:01:25</strong>
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				<strong>"Lets hope it stays that way - we're not expecting any trouble until we attack first, right Kol?"</strong> she questioned, feeling a little uneasy about calling him Kol - but did so anyway. Smiling a little as the food was served, she looked around "Martha isn't here yet..." she muttered to herself; a little unsure if she should start without everyone here. Shifting in her seat, her eyes widened for a second; trying to keep still, she sighed silently - knowing she'd just have to sit through the wedgie she just created until it was over - not an easy thing for Cassie to do. <br><br>Picking up a fork, she began to eat the food that she had been served - her mind now off Martha, and onto the&nbsp; she was currently wearing riding up into her. Shaking her head, she stood up; a little suddenly not able to stand it - if there was one thing that bothered her more than most; it would have been that. "I've just...got to go to the ladies room" she said; giving a polite nod before leaving the table; walking noticeably faster when she was a few feet from it.<br><br>Entering the bathroom a minute or two later; she tugged the 'skirt' up a little and quickly amended the problem. Turning around, she made sure that everything else with the panties (http://www.maryjanelingerie.co.uk/dreamgirl/cupless_bra_thong-1038) was alright; no little tears anywhere before slipping the skirt back down and returning to the table. <br><strong>"Sorry about that" </strong> She apologised; sitting down once more at her place, a lot more comfortable now the problem had been fixed, picking her fork up once more and beginning to eat; realising that Martha had actually joined them - having passed her as she left - too disgruntled to notice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 05:44:55</strong>
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				The mention of a core breach had her face scrunching up in irritation, she had seen more than one vessel destroyed from such a failure.&nbsp; She raised her glass along with the others in toast of the young woman.&nbsp; But still her mind went back to what could have happened if there hadn't been an able hand to deal with the catastrophic failure.&nbsp; The fact that she was just hearing about it now also was cause for irritation.&nbsp; <br><br>Something so important had happened while she had been busy flirting, the guilt that raced through her system had her looking down in concentration, into her glass of red wine.&nbsp; In fact she was so absorbed in her thinking that she didn't even pay any heed to what else had been said.&nbsp; Although she did catch the end of a question asking if they could expect any more problems.&nbsp; She dearly hoped they wouldn't.<br><br>"<strong>Will I be expecting the report on this infraction?&nbsp; I would personally like to deal with the man.</strong>"&nbsp; It only took her a moment to realize that she her question could be misinterpreted as being disrespectful to the Admiral since he had already dealt with the man; so she was quick to add on to it.<br><br>"<strong>Although I'm sure you have already dealt with the man, I would still like to start an investigation on the former engineer to make sure that there isn't anything else he could have 'skimped' on.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 05:50:21</strong>
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				As a young orderly pushed a cart into the dining area with Kiri close on his heels, she realized she forgot her beret.&nbsp; Damn.&nbsp; This entire ship and mission had her off center.&nbsp; &nbsp; Tucking several loose strands of soft platinum behind her ears, she had no choice now but to serve with out it.&nbsp; No one seemed to take notice as she moved gracefully around the large table setting a small dinner salad in front of each of them.&nbsp; <br><br>For the moment, Kiri listened keenly to the sounds of the first course on the other side of a narrow partition.&nbsp; Not wanting too much a delay between courses, she needed to be pay attention to the rhythms in the conversation as well as the content.&nbsp; She nibbled lettuce and smiled at the orderly sharing the small table, but did not encourage him to conversation.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 06:08:19</strong>
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				Alistair was unfortunately running late as a result of an incident between a pair of ratings and a midmanshipman.&nbsp; Having sent the midmanshipman back to quarters and a brief dressing down of the two ratings, both of whom should have known better, he found that he'd arrived at dinner just in time to hear the question about having seen an Antimatter Core breach.<br><br>"As a matter of fact, I have."&nbsp; The XO still had a datapad tucked under his left arm.&nbsp; "From close enough to receive collateral damage to my command."&nbsp; He added as he moved to take his seat.&nbsp; "I'm assuming that you've already read the debriefing on the Kohorar encounter?"&nbsp; He placed the datapad on the table between himself and his superior, sipping gratefully at the cup of coffee that already awaited him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 06:14:46</strong>
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				Looking up in surprise at the sudden praise, Marty smiled at the admiral shyly "I was only doing my job sir, like any other person would have done..." she looked back down at her plate picking up her fork she started to play with her salad before taking a bite of the leafy green food. Hearing Kris's question she spoke, hoping she wasn't out of order, "Ma'am if you would like I can have a crew go over all engines and machinery a.s.a.p, and then send you a notification if anything is out of place, or done halfway." All ready checking off several duties the man might have missed or looked over, hoping she or a crew would not find any mistakes.<br><br>Taking another bite of food she squirmed slightly in her seat, not having ever gone without underwear before. Tugging at the skirt to pull it down a bit more while she sat wondering what the main meal was going to be as she sipped on her water. <br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 06:21:11</strong>
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				<strong>Ansem Hyral : Officers mass, Captains table : Eating dinner<br></strong><br>Ansem's flirtatious grins and peeks at his superior officer vanished the moment the air locked doors opened and they walked side by side towards dinner. Any soldiers passing by quickly stepped aside and saluted, by then his uniform was fully buttoned up and his facade as Air-command perfect. Hopefully no one would have noticed the partial and awkward steps he took, his own discipline failing the urges in his body but soon everything was back to "normal." The conversation shifted to near silence, pulling the seat for her before he sat down himself. <br><br>As the party for the evening filled out, he rested his cap on his knee and enjoyed the non-canned/preserved foods, something as simple as a salad reminded him again just how different life aboard a ship truly was. He had nothing to say on the engineer slip up, it was not his duty to supervise and monitor those men besides the ones that worked on the maintenance of his ships. <br><strong>"Not as long as you go looking for it Doc."</strong><br>Shooting her a smile, he held up a glass as they toasted before letting his glance rollrd over towards Kris before him. Ansem was capable of switching his conduct within the blink of an eye, now he was following the admirals request to enjoy the evening among the most important members of the ship. <br><br><strong>"Enough of this state of the art slab of metal and the battle ahead, I have a feeling once we enter battle stations this is the last time we will have to enjoy a good meal in a long time." </strong><br>His hand trembled but from excitement of the conflict to come, he would kill to be down with his crew now, ready and eager to lead them into their first battle. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 06:26:02</strong>
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				Kol looked at McKeon, and nodded. "I've seen the reports, and frankly, your ship was lucky. Pirate vessels may not have energy shielding, but they're tough as sin, and as tenacious as a Hungry Vendark when they see a damaged ship"<br><br>He finished his salad, then nodded at both the Doctor's concerns, and at Kris' suggestion. "Cassandra, if I was expecting trouble, none of us would be sitting here right now, and I much prefer being the one to hit the enemy, before they try to skin us. Also, Kris, I trust our new chief engineer to find any corners that were cut by her predecessor, but, if it makes you feel better, feel free to investigate if he's used some essential parts to make a still."<br><br>He paused, then chuckled. "Was once on an Arcova-class where three engineers made a rotgut whiskey they called 'gamma gulp' damn stuff could peel paint off the walls, and probably glowed in the dark, because they used the heavy water from an old fission reactor that charged the ship's Point-defense laser as the still's base liquid." He shook his head, chuckling. "Good, youthful times."<br><br>He paused, then nodded at Ansem's comment. "Smart man. I figure that, when we do go into battle, the best food we'll get is day-old coffee that's boiled to the consistency of road tar, stale sandwiches, and stress. So, as was once said upon old Earth, 'Eat, Drink and be merry, for tomorrow, we may die.'" He paused, then grinned. "Of course, if I have my way, not one of us will have to be airlocked in a box."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 06:34:34</strong>
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				Noting Martha's fidgeting in her seat, Allan turned to her.<br><br>"Not quite comfortable in that uniform, eh?&nbsp; Can't say I blame you.&nbsp; I take one look at it, and I consider myself lucky to be a man."<br><br><em>Though, that's for more reasons that one...</em><br><br>Seated at the end of the table, the CWO poked his head out, and addressed the admiral when he was finished speaking.<br><br>"Pardon my asking, sir, but what is it like fighting the Advent?&nbsp; I've fought those damned Vasari plenty, especially during Pandaemonium, but my experience with the Advent is rather limited."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 06:37:09</strong>
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				<br><strong>Ansem Hyral : Officers mass, Captains table : Eating dinner</strong><br><br><strong>"I always favored one myself...Eat hearty for the next meal you eat will be in the afterlife." </strong><br>He followed up with his own favorite quote lost to translation over the countless amount of time that had passed since humanity had found its way out of its original solar system. It was not hard to understand why all pilots had as much ego as they did skill, they were trained to be the boldest soldiers in a war. Ansem went beyond that, to strip away the fear of death in combat and charge straight into it, logic that others would not understand until they realized how debilitating fear could actually be, something he was sure everyone in the table had experienced once in their life. With the words said and his wine down, he waited for the main course to arrive. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 06:47:20</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Kris Fielding : Officers mass, Captains table : Eating dinner</strong></div><br>Kris looked up in irritation at Hyral for only a second before clearing her face of the emotion.&nbsp; It was understandable that he wouldn't want to talk about this, his specialty lay in battle.&nbsp; But her's was investigation, and she would never take that seriously. <br><br>Turning her attention back to the new Chief Engineer, she was about to respond when the Admiral spoke.&nbsp; She furrowed her brow at his words, "if it makes you feel better..."&nbsp; Those words made her slightly angry.&nbsp; Investigating all transgressions on ship was her specialty, and the four months before he had come on board it had been her realm, as well as the other duties assigned to her as second officer.&nbsp; She would have made sure the old equipment was checked, but she would have also checked in on his back ground and made sure that his slacker attitude hadn't gone beyond his own section, or that he hadn't been associated with even more slackers that could prove to be a liability in the future.&nbsp; <br><br>But since he found that a mere check of equipment was all that was needed she would go along with it, and investigate on her own time.&nbsp; <em>Because it would indeed make her feel better.</em> Deciding not to answer back she went back to concentrating on her food, her previous admiration for the Admiral dimming slightly.&nbsp; If this was an example of how things where going to work now that he had control of the ship, than she figured her dull admiration of him would slip into plain dislike.&nbsp; But than again one didn't need to like their commanding officers...they just had to follow orders.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 06:49:53</strong>
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				He paused, looking at Allan for a long moment, then sighed and nodded, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "The Advent use force of numbers, primarily. For every one of our ships, they have two or more, and I've seen one of their Capital-grade carriers belch out a force of almost a hundred bombers, in the time it takes for one of Our Sova-class Carriers to spit out Forty-two. However, their ships are relatively fragile, and rely primarily on layers of energy shields."<br><br>He paused, frowning slightly. "The Vasari, well, I know where I stand with them. They're an old race, probably been playing about in the stars since before we knew how to walk upright, but they have some level of respect for our ability to fight back, even if they outmatch us on a one-to-one scale. The Advent however..."<br><br>Kol sighed, taking a large sip from his glass. "Every time I've fought them, I get the feeling that they have no respect for us, even as one foe to another. They almost seem to act as if we are vermin, and, considering their acts on Nyeve, well..." His hands tightened unconsciously, one almost bending his fork in half, and the other creating a spiderweb of cracks up the sides of his glass.<br><br>"I know that having to drop nuclear weapons on a planet is distasteful at best, but at least we don't aim for civilian centres. The Advent seems to take Pride in their aim. Namely, by doing the exact opposite of what we do." He frowned again, Clearly bothered by the course of the conversation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 07:10:05</strong>
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				When the lull at the officers' table was more than conversation, Kiri nodded to the orderly and they moved together to serve the main course; the cart's temperature was&nbsp; regulated to keep the food at top quality during its wait to be served.&nbsp; As the two readied the plates, Kiri realized the conversation had heated up and listened intently.&nbsp; It didn't seem right that the Advent would think these people were vermin.&nbsp; What was not to respect.&nbsp; She hid her troubled thoughts as she moved first to the Admiral.&nbsp; That is when his anguish hit her like an assault and she nearly dropped his dinner.<br><br>She set a heavy platter with grilled steak and a mess of grilled squashes and assorted vegetables in front of him.&nbsp; "Here you go, Admiral Kol"&nbsp; her voice soft and soothing, as she reached to take the glass he just shattered in his meaty paw, her fingers grazing&nbsp; over his.<br><br>Without further comment she nodded to the orderly to replace his glass as she continued serving dinner.&nbsp; She was efficient and unobtrusive and put off any probing thoughts.&nbsp; This may be the last relaxing meal the group would be able to share, and Kiri was loath to disturb that.&nbsp; When they all had their meal before them she popped the cork on a bottle of red wine and brought it to the Commanding Officer's side.&nbsp; "Red wine, Admiral?" <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 07:10:28</strong>
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				Laughing at Allen's words she nodded her head in agreement, looking back at Kol she was glad she had his faith in her and her crew. Still though she hoped that Kris wasn't second guessing her work seeing how one mistake had almost happened, drinking more of her water Marty tried not to tug at the skirt again seeing how one person already noticed her uncomfortable nature. <br><br>Hearing Ansem's words she looked next to her smiling at him nodding her head agreeing with his words. Turning her attention back to Kol she listened to what he had to say, frowning she could tell that the conversation was heading south and fast. Noticing a small pickle on her plate she stabbed it with her fork looking at it curiously "Did you know that with two forks and a charge, a pickle will emit light." Rambling the completely useless fact trying to change the conversation. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 07:17:15</strong>
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				Kol paused, looking at Martha like she had grown a second head, then his mirth bubbled forth, causing him to chuckle, his skin crinkling around his eyes into a network of crow's feet and laugh lines. "Martha, you'll have to show us that trick if we ever get stranded."<br><br>He paused, the nodded at the young quartermaster at his side, confirming his desire for a drink that was stiffer than water, then thanked the young woman quietly after she had poured the chilled drink. "I must apologize. The Events of Nyeve are still recent in my heart and mind, and I may have taken some of that frustration out upon you. Kris, I'm probably right in assuming that you disagree with me placing trust in Martha's hands regarding the status of engineering, but having you operating an independent investigation, regardless of the merits, which I admit, there is some to be had, is something I cannot afford when we are going into battle upon short notice. Once we've rattled the kinks out, and resupplied and repaired at Praxus, you can conduct a joint investigation."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 07:26:37</strong>
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				<strong>Ansem Hyral : Officers mass, Captains table</strong><br><br>The crevice between Ansem's eyebrows would alert anyone that he did not want to be around the dinner anymore, the conversation had gone sour for him as they spoke about pirates. Not all were as bad as the propaganda and scare tactics the TEC campaigns had made them out to be, even during the pirate campaigns he and his normally zealous squad took a stance of pacifism. He did not condone the actions of the few that were ravenous marauders that had killed the parents of people like Admiral Kol. But many of the people slaughtered during that time, the medals that some proudly wore, infuriated him to the point he would never wear a mission ribbon on his uniform. He ate his steak in silence, his eyes no longer looking up past the glass of red wine before him. Perhaps it was not his place to be among the brass, he would have settled for a half frozen sludge wrap if it meant he would be within good company. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 07:28:12</strong>
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				Upon hearing Kol's assessment of the Advent, Allan nodded.<br><br><em>So, they focus on quantity instead of quality...and note to self: don't talk to the Admiral about&nbsp; them unless you have to.</em><br><br>That's when he heard the Admiral mention Nyeve.&nbsp; "Admiral, don't worry.&nbsp; We've all had our own personal Nyeve - mine was during Pandaemonium, aboard the <em>Rodger Young</em>."&nbsp; Allan didn't mention any more details, because he didn't need to - Pandaemonium, the <em>Exalted</em>, and the <em>Rodger Young</em> had been all over the newslinks.&nbsp; "That's not something I'm going to easily forget.&nbsp; So, don't worry, you're not alone here."<br><br>Trying to change the direction of the conversation, Allan now asked: "So, where's everyone from?&nbsp; I don't think I've told anyone here, but I'm from the Arcadia system.&nbsp; What about the rest of you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 07:39:06</strong>
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				Kiri held her breath, until the man's low chuckle seemed to wash away his tension.&nbsp; She filled his glass and moved around the table, a soft spoken offer to each officer.&nbsp; Leaving the rest of the bottle within Kol's reach, she was nearly anxious to get back to her own table for some relief.&nbsp; With so much of her bare skin exposed and the energy, sexual and otherwise, pinging around the room, she was a bit breathless and needed to gather her thoughts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 07:41:35</strong>
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				She had settled into the meal, going over what she would do tomorrow to start her investigation when she noticed that the Admiral had spoken to her once again.&nbsp; Looking up from her plate she contemplated the best way to answer his statement.&nbsp; &nbsp;And although someone at the table tried to steer the conversation to more pleasant matters, she couldn't let the Admirals statement go unanswered. <br><br>"<strong>I do not see a reason for you to apologize, from what I heard you didn't say anything that you didn't mean.</strong>"&nbsp; She paused for a moment before continuing.<br><br>"<strong>Admiral sir, I do not believe I stated a dislike for you putting trust in the new Chief Engineer, in fact in any investigation I would have had, I would have fully used her capabilities in investigating the equipment worked on by the <em>previous</em> Chief Engineer.&nbsp; And as far as an "independent" investigation, well I believe it was you who gave me permission to do so only moments before, I was just thinking about using my time when I'm not doing officer duties to conduct the investigation.</strong>"&nbsp; Here she paused again, having to justify herself to the Admiral when she had done nothing wrong killing what apatite she would have had.<br><br>"<strong>But if it would make you feel better, than of course I will hold off from a joint criminal investigation of the man.</strong>"&nbsp; She was about to end it there but couldn't help but add onto it, although she made sure to keep her voice as respectful as always.<br><br>"<strong>Also Admiral Kol, not to sound insubordinate, but please call me Captain Fielding.&nbsp; While in a formal setting as this, it seems more appropriate.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 07:49:03</strong>
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				He paused, then nodded slightly. "Well, Allan, I happen to have popped up around Helios. It's a heavy-gravity world, so now you know why I'm my size."<br><br>Kol picked at his meal slowly, savouring the steak as he listened to the conversation, then looked at Captain Fielding. "The only formality here, Fielding, is the clothing. I specifically mentioned that we should put aside rank for this meal, as we'll be getting a bellyful of it as soon as we're fifteen minutes out from Praxus. In regards to the investigation, we'll discuss an actual plan afterward, because, frankly, Trying to keep track of a half-dozen conversations is arguably more complex than figuring out a battle plan. where the only damage dealt is to the ship's shields."<br><br>He paused, picking at a slice of squash, then looked at Commander Hyral. "So, Ansem. What can you tell me about your pilots? From what I saw, they seem like a good bunch."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 07:56:00</strong>
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				Not knowing if he was joking or not but Martha grined and laughed "of course sir." about to answer Allen's question she paused before speaking hearing Kris speak up. <br><br>Playing with the food on her plate as the woman spoke Marty shrunk down in her seat slightly wondering if her old boss knew exactly he got himself into, having worked with the man for several months this was the first time he ever messed to her knowledge. <br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 08:02:15</strong>
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				<strong>Ansem Hyral : Officers mass, Captains table</strong><br><br>He looked up from his meal, from the dinner that he had attempted phase out of but not meaning to sound disrespectful he wiped his mouth after placing his fork on the side of the plate. <br><strong>"Those boys have a lot of work in them, hell the quality of pilot the TEC is turning is down right abyssal, I was surprised they could manage their own damn zipper coming out of boot. The last four months I drilled some sense into them and they are showing some promise, their first combat will either make or break them as a new force to be reckoned with." </strong><br>With the conversation shifting to lighter topics, he felt a sense of relief flow over from the tension he had felt earlier.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 08:16:56</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Kris Fielding : Officers mass, Captains table : Eating dinner</strong></div><br>"Yes Admiral."&nbsp; She remained quite after that, not trusting herself to speak any further.&nbsp; No matter what he said she would never call him by Kol, Alexander, Alex or any other informal way of addressing him; it was within her right to do so to.&nbsp; If she where to be honest with herself, she knew she should have kept quite, and not even responded to his words.&nbsp; But he had made her sound like some kind of villain for wanting an investigation, assuming, and than announcing that she didn't trust the woman's ability in mechanics when no such words had ever escaped her mouth.&nbsp; There was almost nothing she hated more than others assuming her feelings or thoughts.&nbsp; The fact that he had been right about her dislike of the idea of not doing a full investigation didn't mean anything because she hadn't said it.<br><br>She had to concentrate on smoothing out her face of all negative emotions, she wasn't a child therefor didn't want it to seem like she was sulking.<br><br>This "plan" he wanted to hash out with her, would probably not satisfy her; but than again she wasn't new to the Navy and so wasn't new to the idea of being dissatisfied, not that she had ever uttered her dissatisfaction.&nbsp; She even remained quite when he didn't respect her enough to call her by her proper address, instead calling her Fielding.&nbsp; <br><br>Looking back down at her food, she took a small bite, not feeling in the least bit hungry any more, and instead wishing this meal was over so she could go out and smoke alone for the rest of the night.&nbsp; Her anger keeping her up, even if she was tired.&nbsp; She did make the conscious effort to eat though, it would after all be her last decent meal for a long time, and there was a number of people who had gone to great lengths to cook it for them; she wouldn't let their efforts go to waste.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 08:20:18</strong>
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				As the Admiral and the CAG* talked, Allan saw Martha hunkering down in her seat.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Never easy being the new guy,</em> he thought, recollecting on his times aboard the <em>Streaker</em>, the <em>Rodger Young</em>, and now the <em>Agronev</em>.&nbsp; The last change had been the hardest, though - before, he'd only had to answer to the captain of the ship - now, he had at least three people to answer to, as well as a couple extra higher ranking officers.&nbsp; Sympathizing, he nudged her shoulder and asked:<br><br>"Are you okay?"<br><br><br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`<br><br>CAG = Commander Air Group.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 08:54:40</strong>
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				Jumping in surprise from the sudden nudge she quickly straightened her posture, looking at Allen she smiled weakly at him. "Yeah I'm fine just thinking of my ex-boss." Taking another sip of her water Marty quickly got rid of all thoughts regarding the man, "oh I never got to answer your question by the way. I kinda was shipped off planet to planet before my dad settled down at a base on Lyra." <br><br>Now that she was able to get a better look at the Lt. she could see how some would call him handsome. Shocked at her thoughts Marty wondered what was wrong with her having never really thought of man like that before, she shook her head clearing her head once more. <em>"Come on Solange think shiny new engines or a leaking fussion core."</em> The voice in her head was practically screaming at her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 09:24:46</strong>
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				Turning his head to look at her, and resting his head on the base of his left hand, he said: "Lyra, huh?&nbsp; Can't say I know much about it.&nbsp; Tell me more."<br><br><em>You know, now that she's not all covered in fluids or something, she's actually pretty cute for a grease monkey.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 10:32:21</strong>
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				Thinking back to her home Marty smiled softly at the memories, "it was lovely there to say the least. Living on base was a plus too my brothers and I got on so many trips around the planet and see it's lush surroundings, Lyra has a few oceans as well." <br><br>Looking back at Allen she tilted her head to the side, "so tell me about the Arcadia system I would love to hear about it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 10:50:05</strong>
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				"Arcadia?"&nbsp; Allan said.&nbsp; "It's...picturesque.&nbsp; It's beautiful, not at all your typical agricultural world.&nbsp; The horizon stretches out so far, and the sky is so clear, that the old-timers say if you get up in the morning, and watch the first sunrise, you can see from here to eternity.&nbsp; And it's not like most worlds, where people live in mega-sized cities.&nbsp; Arcadia's population is largely rural, with only a few large cities on the surface.&nbsp; Most people live out in the countryside, or in the myriad of small towns on the surface.&nbsp; It's very...frontier-ish.&nbsp; I miss it, though, an awful lot.&nbsp; I hope I get to go back someday, maybe when this is all over, or when I'm too old to do it anymore."<br><br>Noting something she'd said earlier, he asked.&nbsp; "So, you mentioned your brothers.&nbsp; Any sisters of mention?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 17:24:54</strong>
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				Having contributed to the conversation already, Alistair leaned back in his chair and listened to the byplay among the other officers.&nbsp; Part of the XOs job was to deal with issues before they reached the CO and he was making mental notes as to where exactly there might be problems.&nbsp; And from the way the conversation had been running, Engineering and Flight definitely looked to be the place to look.<br><br>Ah well, he could always snoop later.&nbsp; Instead, he choose to listen rather than speak and nibble on the dinner (which was quite good) rather than interfere with the flow of conversation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 18:24:32</strong>
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				Folding her arms on the table she listened to Allan describe his home, nodding her head at his last sentence Marty thought for a moment what she wanted to to do once she was done in the military. Thinking of the possibility of her own garage was the first thought but another was opening a huge record store and listen to music all day made her smile happily.<br><br>Hearing his question she laughed and pointed to herself, "nope your looking at the youngest and only daughter of Drill Sergeant Hector Solange. I've got three older brothers spread out everywhere thanks to their military careers." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 18:29:30</strong>
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				Upon hearing that she was an only daughter of her family, he grinned.&nbsp; He had a line that a friend had taught him - a little inappropriate, but it usually made them laugh.<br><br>"Well, I guess you're very lucky, then.&nbsp; Being the only daughter means you got all the feminine genes."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 19:09:06</strong>
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				The meal finished quietly, at least from Kol's end, though, just before dessert was to be served, the loudspeaker set in the corner of the mess activated, with three loud honks, before transmitting a computerized voice through the ship. <span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size">"General Quarters. General Quarters. This is not a Drill. All crew, report to assigned positions. Repeat. General Quarters. General Quarters. This is not a Drill. All crew, report to assigned positions."</span><br><br>Kol stood up immediately, frowning slightly, then nodded. "Gentlemen. Ladies. We have a job to do." He waited for the rest of the officers to stand and file out, then followed, heading Directly for the CIC.<br><br>The CIC was bustling, quiet efficiency and tension filling the large room as Kol walked to the 3D map in the centre of the large room, and, after a moment, pressed one finger into the digital map, causing it to zoom in on the Praxus gravity well, a half-dozen icons popping up to show where the hostile vessels were, while at the bottom of the screen a blue icon moved towards the gravity well, signifying the Warship's Phase Transit. "Navigation. Time to entry?"<br><br>A junior Lieutenant stood up in time for Lieutenant Meade to take the junior's place at the navigational controls for the ship, then answered Kol's question. "Approximately Five minutes, sir."<br><br>Kol nodded. "Weapons and Sensors ready?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 19:31:21</strong>
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				Resisting the urge to curse loudly at the announcement Marty stood up quickly "yes sir!", giving a quick salute to everyone there she turned and made her way to the engine room. Angry that she couldn't change out of her uniform she hoped that some of the spare overalls where still in the engine room, pushing the elevator to take her down she walked in and taped her foot impatiently.&nbsp; <br><br>Watching the doors open she saw that the men where running around, checking the gauges and power levels. "Give me all the stats now men!" Marching in with the head held high she walked up to a large screen, typing in a few codes she could see a layout of the ship on screen her eyes moving across the image making sure that nothing was out of place or any warning signs where blinking. <br><br>"Ma'am all levels are clear and the engines are ready for full use" recognizing the voice of her old boss she turned to look at him, his eyes glaring heatedly at her. Returning his glare she walked up to him, her head barely meeting his chest "look whatever problems you have with me we will settle it all after this shit got!" Turning around hastily she walked back to the screen her hands clenched in frustration.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 19:43:37</strong>
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				<strong>"General Quarters. General Quarters. This is not a Drill. All crew, report to assigned positions. Repeat. General Quarters. General Quarters. This is not a Drill. All crew, report to assigned positions."</strong><br><br>Rising from her seat at the table Kris made short work of rushing over to the CIC, first walking over to the damage control station to make sure that there wasn't any damage to the ships frame.&nbsp; While Kris' eyes scanned over the display noting that nothing seemed to be damaged yet, her hands where lightly tapping a rhythm out on her side; something she did in battle to ground her nerves.&nbsp; She turned to listen to the Admirals words, and nodded, her eyes going back to the computer.&nbsp; Once the battle officially started, she would have to keep her eyes pinned to make sure to mitigate any damage the ship may take on.&nbsp; Turning to the admiral,<br><br>"Sir standing by in the damage control station."&nbsp; Once done, she turned back, Making a last minute scan to see that everything was indeed in the proper place.&nbsp; Her hand unconsciously reached up and gripped onto a small hand hook, just in case they got hit.&nbsp; The idea of being thrown off her feet not in the least bit pleasant.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 19:59:57</strong>
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				Rising to serve dessert, Kiri was stopped and startled by the sound of the alert.&nbsp; The shift of energy in the dining room was nearly palpable.&nbsp; Not wanting to get in the way, she stood at the partitions end with a trouble expression watching the officers quickly file out and offering a silent plea for their safety.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 20:04:02</strong>
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				<strong>Ansem Hyral : En Route to Hanger dorms/docks</strong><br><br>As the alarms sounded, Hyral was out of his seat thankful for end of dinner.&nbsp; A smirk crossed across the corner of a lip at the thought of preferring to dog fight with the enemy then spend another moment at that table. The hallways he had walked down earlier had various officers, soldiers and engineers rushing off in a orderly fashion towards their stations. <br><br>He was unbuttoning his coat as he walked, by the time he was down by the hanger docks, he was out of uniform and pulling on the skin-tight state of the art flight suits. The suit was created out of some smart fiber that managed temperature and even patched up the body in case of injury. Thin reinforced armor plates over parts of the body (Up and down the spin, chest, thighs) that could lock in place and absorb impact. It was capable of lasting in the depths of space as long as the integrity of the suit was intact. The helmet was a full visor that was special made for him, displaying vitals and conditions of the men under his command if needed, the communication center to stay in contact with the bridge at all times. Once the helmet sealed on his shoulders, he activated the suit and rushed towards the ships, as ordered his crew was suited and ready to go.<br><strong>"Hyral checking in, all my boys are strapped up and ready for a fight." </strong><br>A few grunts and hollers were heard before the mic went silent to prevent noise on the bridge, Ansem was pleased to see he had his crew eager to fly into their first battle. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 20:26:08</strong>
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				Kol nodded, watching as the timer on the corner of the map counted down, a faint shudder running the length of the ship as the Phase Drive disengaged at the edge of Praxis' gravity well, allowing the ship's powerful sensors to pinpoint the location of the hostile vessels in the gravity well.<br><br>The half-dozen hostile ships immediately reacted to the arrival of the Capital Ship, one Vasari Frigate, and one advent frigate heading for the far side of the gravity well, trading potshots at one another as they raced to flee from the massive warship's presence. The other Four frigates, however, charged straight for the heavy vessel, as if the bites of a mosquito could wound a bear. Several moments later, both wings of bombers were released from the battleship's starboard hangars, even as the massive cannon turrets rotated, aiming towards the advancing frigates. <br><br>In the CIC, Kol nodded, watching the display. "Navigation, rotate the ship forty-five degrees to starboard, and pitch down ten degrees. Weapons, Link with Sensor Telemetry, and Fire once targets are within range."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 20:29:35</strong>
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				Noticing a message from the hanger Marty answered the call, "hey Marty could ya send up some more guys? We want to be prepaired in case anything happens." "No problem" Turning to the group of workers behind her she gave them a look "well you heard the man get your asses up there and do your jobs men!" <br><br>Looking back at the screen she pushed the intercom to accesses the CIC room informing them that all systems where running at full capacity. Standing at attention Marty noticed that several others where in the same position ready to act if the ship took damage.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 20:53:21</strong>
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				Ever left the table quietly as she felt Phase begin. She wasn't the most talkative of the crew, and so just sat back and watched, smiling at the Ship's doctor in return for the smile given to her. <br><br>As she entered the Navigational Systems room she listened for any noise out of place, but found none. She looked about, glad that all systems were in perfect order. Ever turned, going to grab a water bottle and as she turned, noticed the small dots on the on one of the screens before her and ran out of the room to send out an alarm. The Admiral arrived just as she did, and she sat, working quickly to get the ship just as he needed it. <br><br>"Navigation, rotate the ship forty-five degrees to starboard, and pitch down ten degrees.."<br><br>"Yes Sir, Admiral. Hold on tight," she said quietly, eyebrows drawn together as she worked quickly turning and dropping the ten degrees he desired. The ship moved quickly down, jarring slightly more than the crew was used to, but it did not effect Ever. She turned on the audio, listening with half an ear to each conversation as it scrolled from room to room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirei</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 21:13:46</strong>
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				Cassandra walked off the dinner table as the alarms soundend, hurrying to the CIC without saying a word. She had been all silent during the dinner for the discussion had been about subjects she did not wan to talk of. She had thought it would have been different, that they could talk of things people normally talked of in dinner table and socialize, but apparently that was not the case.<br><br>As she got there she did a check up on everything to see that the sensors were working properly, she was always extra careful, even though there were sensor specialists working on it all the time.<br><br>"Sensors ready." She announced after everything was set. She sat down on her chair, staring at the sensor plot. She was a bit nervous, for this was the dirst time she was working under Admiral Kol. She waited for the weapons system to link to the sensor telemetry and rubbed her hands, the game was on.<br><br>Her fingers moved quickly, her fingers and eyes selecting the target priority for the weapon computers, letting the weapons crews attain final locks. She had trained for this before, and the idea of four ships moving towards the battleship brought, unbidden, the idea of a 'break shot' in a game of pool, the balls scattering from the impact of the cueball. Only now, she was in the cueball, and it was Heavily armed. Concentrating, she focused on likely movements of the enemy ships, tracing potential target movements for the weapon computers to accept.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 21:33:10</strong>
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				Kol steadied himself as the Ship lurched slightly, his navigational officer having vented drive plasma through the maneuvering venturi to speed the Vessel's rotation, then watched as the four targets shifted slightly, one slowing down as Five heavy autocannon Fired at the same time, raking the Vasari frigate with Six-foot wide explosive shells that swiftly battered the enemy shields into submission, before slamming into the Frigate's hull, tearing gouges through the vessel's armour plate, igniting internal fires and causing much of the ship's atmosphere to vent into space, the angular frigate beginning to tumble, its twin engines firing erratically, and its lone plasma pulse gun firing wildly, a few shots glancing off of the massive warship's own shields, forcing the ship to compensate for the energy bleed by slightly reducing the power of the shields in total.<br><br>The twin advent frigates, however, managed to swing towards the Warship's underbelly, as if hoping to find it 'softer' there. One advent Frigate soon learned the hard way that the massive warship was well-defended upon all angles as its course cut its path directly across the bow of the capital ship, which opened fire at less than a thousand kilometres, the quad-linked beam cannons sprouting from the Warship's bow sending huge beams of coruscating, white-hot death into the outclassed advent frigate, all four beams targeting the same spot on the smaller ship's hull, working to bore through the Advent shielding like a knife into butter.<br><br>A moment later, the Entire capital ship shook, a nearly-deafening moan vibrating through the hull as a Ball of barely-refined steel shot from the ship's Gauss cannon, the short barrel of the cannon placed in between the four 'prongs' of the beam cannons. The gauss slug itself, having been accelerated to a particularly significant fraction of the speed of light, Crunched into the Side of the Advent frigate, the impact breaching the small ship's shields and slamming a neat, thirty-foot wide hole through the Frigate's aft, causing the small ship to start spinning on a flat axis, drifting away from the capital ship as escape pods fled from the ruined Frigate, before it was engulfed in a silent blue flare, its antimatter reactor having breached and eaten the vessel.<br><br>Kol nodded silently, then tapped his comlink. "CAG, Do Not, I repeat, Do Not Fire upon any escape pods. We'll let Praxian Justice deal with them."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 00:33:16</strong>
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				<strong>Ansem Hyral : Engaging enemy Aircraft, within Argonev space </strong><br><br>Hyral and a squad of twelve fighters and bombers flew into combat in tight formation under the bombers they were escorted, feigning weakness that someone was foolish enough to send bombers out unguarded. As the bigger ships began to exchange blows they needed to be patient until those shields were down, them shooting prematurely simply meant wasted ammo or overheated plasma coils. <br><strong>"Falcons, veer off to the ships right flank, engage as soon as those shields go down, take out anything en route to the engine, I want that ship hauled off and turned into slag." </strong><br><br>He had no say in what happened to a ship once it was taken out, but crippling/assisting or capturing a ship meant that he could "mark" it as a kill for his unit, even if the main ship did most of the damage. Ansem knew the importance of morale and propaganda, if the enemy feared another then they had already won the psychological battle.&nbsp; <br><br>The deafening sound of the massive canons soon filled the air, the shielding on the opposite side held on as long as possible before they finally overloaded, issuing the time for the bombers to start their attack. Some of the pilots took well to the combat, others were panicking but their mics isolated to calm them in battle. <br><strong>"What are you afraid of pilot, we went over this already, drop your payload and go back to bay for a reload, you do not have time to panic, do you understand!" </strong> Ansem was careful on what he said, everything would be recorded and used as review later, but it did not stop him from speaking on a private frequency that occasionally bled out onto the bridges recorders. <br><strong>"The ladies are out for a walk, tip your wings and invite them to dance." </strong><br>The video on board his command console would flash a smile across his lips as the fighter formation broke and moved to engage the anti-strike craft that came to take out the bombers on their retreat. Unfortunately for them, the fighters had hid well from radars and caught them off guard, soon a battle began and Ansem was commanding his troops over the com with a surgical precision, no stress in his voice. <br><strong>"Raven 9, cover your 7 and take those out, Raven 3 you are behind a kill, for that I want four ships now. Falcons hurry the hell back, Agronev has two more ships that are in need of a good bombardment!" </strong><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=47446.msg2250637#msg2250637">Quote from: Sel Nar on 19-09-2009, 21:33:10</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"CAG, Do Not, I repeat, Do Not Fire upon any escape pods. We'll let Praxian Justice deal with them."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>"Copy that command, I'll enjoy shooting the motherfuckers down next time I engage them." </strong><br>Ansem's fighters cleaned up the first frigate and quickly reformed and retreated towards the ship to escort the freshly loaded bombers out once more. <br><strong>"Alright boys, good job cookies on deck after the mission but wee got two more to take down." </strong><br>He was not purposely mocking the skirmish, it was a great battle to introduce his pilots and observe them in combat. Reports and logs would be reviewed personally by him once it was all over, but the fight was nothing that had his adrenaline burning through his veins. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 01:02:47</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Kris Fielding : CIC : during battle</strong></div><br>The small tremors in the ship had her grip tightening on the hook, although it wasn't enough to knock her off her feet, it was an unconscious reflex, one that she had gained from years on board a ship.&nbsp; As she watched the board, there was an unusual array of lights popping up.&nbsp; Her brow furrowed in annoyance, they hadn't been hit so why was it saying that there was damage to the port side flight deck?<br><br>"<strong>Admiral Kol, we're getting readings that there is something wrong in the 175th lateral structural bulkhead support rib within the hull's superstructure.&nbsp; But we haven't gotten hit, so there shouldn't be any damage at all.&nbsp; Should we send some men to check it out?</strong>"&nbsp; Another light popped up, this one reading from the docking port.<br><br>"<strong>Admiral I'm getting more readings from the 50th lateral support rib.&nbsp; And there's more popping up, Admiral I think we have a wiring problem with the machine.&nbsp; We'll have to have it repaired after battle, for now we're blind to any damage we might sustain during battle.</strong>"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 01:19:38</strong>
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				The Two surviving enemy frigates moved quickly, both of them venting raw plasma from their drives to try to take them out of the arc of the warship's main guns. The Vasari Frigate Fired Several times, its energy bolts splashing impotently off of the Battleship's shields, while the large capital ship rolled slowly, its Starboard side, with half-wing like Fighter bay suddenly intersecting the Vasari Frigate's flight path.<br><br>The ship's Shields connected with one another, and, in a display of energy conversion, both ships were shaken by the impact, the Vasari frigate having been 'punted' out and away from the Battleship, the light frigate's shields having nearly collapsed from the impact, while the battleship's twin autocannon arrays, and massive pulse Laser turret opened up on the Light Frigate, Thirty heavy autocannon shells pounding through the weak enemy shields to ravage the hull and forcibly disconnect the Vasari frigate's lone weapon, before the three beams from the pulse Lasers, visually pulsing bright red bolts of near-solid light, slammed into the Vasari ship's hull near the bridge, practically gutting the smaller ship's command structure as it warped, twisting from the intense heat and particle impact, before the frigate simply snapped in half, just forward of its engines.<br><br>The lone surviving advent Frigate, for lack of a better term, was 'lucky' enough to avoid tangling with the battleship's main guns, until it fell into the firing arc of the stern, ventral autocannon, which hosed the Advent Frigate's shields with a volley of cannon shells, though the lone weapon failed to penetrate the enemy vessel's shielding, leaving the Advent Frigate free to turn and try to attack.<br><br>CIC<br><br>Kol paused, then nodded at Captain Fielding's comment. "Send damage control anyhow. Best to be safe, after all."<br><br>He continued watching the 3D field in the centre of the CIC, noting the relative positions of the Ship, the strikecraft wings, and the lone hostile frigate. "CAG, break and attack the enemy Frigate. It'll be trying for an attack run on the Engines, and I'd rather the poor suckers in that Frigate learn what Seventy-plus missiles can do."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 01:47:50</strong>
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				Switching screens she and a some of the engineering crew watched the battle, eyes widening in surprise at the use of the gauss cannon "shit!" Running over to a large group of monitors she brought up the freshly repaired animatter reactor, her fingers moving quickly across the keyboard. "I want a a crew down there a.s.a.p! Report any anomaly even if it just a flicker do you read me, we can not risk that thing breaching." Hearing a loud choirs of yes ma'am, she turned around seeing a crew rush down to the reactor for a better look. <br><br>Briskly walking back to the main screen watching it with trained eyes. "Oy! Marty the ship...It's starting to tilt!" Grabbing hold of the large keyboard as the ship slowly started to tip. She let loose a stream of curse words, "I'll be damned if I die in this sardine can!" Bringing up the engine controls she quickly programed for all the port side engines off, Marty then quickly reverted all power to the starboard side. Smiling as she felt the ship level out she reactivated the engines distributing the power equally. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 02:10:04</strong>
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				<strong>Officers Mess Hall - Captains Table.</strong>[/b]<br>Looking around as the alarm sounded, her eyebrows furrowed a little; wondering what was going on, but stood up with the rest of the crew. A little annoyed that she wasn't able to finish her meal, and as such still felt a little hungry; she guessed that if she got desperate, she would be able to sneak something out of the rations kept in the medical rooms - they had quite a lot in there, probably more than necessary.<br>Sighing, she smirked a little - <em>Well, not an hour after you told me we would be attacking first...</em> she thought to herself, as she turned away from the table and left the room, as all the other crew were doing the same, heading to their respective stations or quarters, weaving her way in and out of groups of people.<br><br><strong>Main Medical Ward</strong><br>Palming her way into the room, she walked across to the back of the room, where the largest console was on standby. A few of the screens displaying general information on their stock - how much of specific drugs they had left, how much oxygen was left in the oxygen mask tanks, and any other information she would be required to know. Should she so choose, she could easily have changed the display to feature the crews medical data; which was certainly something that she enjoyed about the job - having access to parts of peoples lives that nobody else got, not without said persons permission. <br><br>Yawning a little, she tucked a strand of hair that had worked its way loose behind her ear before tapping at the keyboard -small LED lights of all colours coming on around the rooms walls, tables, and several on the floor as Cassie primed the room, just in case anyone would need any medical assistance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 02:19:47</strong>
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				Alistair finished the meal in silence, choosing to not participate further in the ongoing dialogue.&nbsp; When dinner finally finished, he retrieved the datapad he'd brought with him and headed for CIC.&nbsp; Finding that Kol was headed to the same place, he altered his destination to the Flag Bridge.<br><br>Once the battle itself started, he settled into the weapons station.&nbsp; His fingers flickered rapidly across the console, deploying several recon drones which he would use to record the battle in a bit better depth for review later.&nbsp; That done, he settled back to watch what would turn out to be a lopsided battle with his own eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 03:05:28</strong>
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				As the ship tilted slightly, she was glad that she had been holding onto something.&nbsp; <br><br>"<strong>Yes Admiral.</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>I want damage control crews sent to the 175th, the 50th, 3rd, and 250th.&nbsp; Check out the bulkheads for any damage.</strong>"&nbsp; Turning towards a wall panel, she types in a note to have the computer checked later when the battle was over.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 04:25:50</strong>
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				<strong>"Copy that Command...one slab of slag coming right up"</strong><br>With the frigates dropping, Ansem took the time to play target practice with the guns on the soon to be doomed frigate. The purpose and order would still be filled out, but it ahd been a while and weaving around a ship was a good way to increase reaction times.<br><br><strong>"Ok boys time for a game of follow the leader, I'll be gentle since it is all you little girls first time."</strong><br>The 3-D display on the ship would show 24 ships line up into a straight line and begin to slither and slip over the frigate like a snake wrapping around its prey. With Ansem at the front, he quickly dispatched the last fighters that came to destroy a link in his chain. Quick commands issued when they hit the vital spots on the frigate, soon it was disabled and floated in space. The engines destroyed, all its assault weapons blasted to shreds, only the occasional escape pod fleeing from the crippled vessel. <br><br><strong>"Fly away boys, nothing more we can do here. Back to the hanger." </strong><br>Ansem flew away from his squad and flew along side an escape portal, he let the polarized glass go clear in order for anyone watching the ship come up to its side see the him as he tipped his wings 3 times on each side and barrel roll away. It took less than 10 seconds for him to be back in line with his returning pilots, the battle seemed over for now. <br><strong>"Flying back to nest command." </strong><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 06:19:55</strong>
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				Kol nodded, looking at the screen as the Strike Craft moved back towards the Ship's hangar bay, then looked at Captain Fielding. "Captain. Damage report."<br><br>He then activated his comlink, toggling channels as he needed. "CAG, your guys and girls did good. Bring them in, and tell them they can grab two bottles of scotch to share between them from the quartermaster, if they ask nicely."<br><br>He flipped a channel, looking at the Ship's Schematic at the Damage control computer, next to Fielding. "Engineering, check on the Starboard hanger field generator. It took a lot of load when that third frigate bounced off our shields."<br><br>Finally, he dialed to Medical. "Doctor, you might have some minor bumps and scrapes. We got through without a single shield penetration, so you can relax a bit."<br><br>After a moment, he walked over to the centre of the CIC, and looked around at his Crew. "All of you, we have just completed our first combat mission with no physical damage to the ship, barring paint blisters at the guns. Congratulations. Stand down from General Quarters, and move us into Station-keeping near the Replon Armour refinery."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 06:25:27</strong>
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				Everything seemed to be going smoothly when the alarm came over the PA.<br><br>"General Quarters. General Quarters. This is not a Drill. All crew, report to assigned positions. Repeat. General Quarters. General Quarters. This is not a Drill. All crew, report to assigned positions."<br><br><em>Bugger...</em>&nbsp; Leaving the Captain's Table with the rest of the officers, Allan hurried down to CIC, and took his place as the CWO of the boat.&nbsp; Upon hearing the Admiral's call, he responded, "Weapons ready, sir.&nbsp; Linking with Sensors now."&nbsp; Switching over to the weapons stations, he spoke: "All crews, standby.&nbsp; Prepare to fire when in range."&nbsp; Once targets popped up onscreen, he gave orders.&nbsp; "Autocannon gunners, target the Vasari frigate.&nbsp; Gauss Cannon, the Advent frigate - put a hole through it.&nbsp; Beam cannons, watch the other Advent frigate, it's going to try and come around."&nbsp; <br><br>Feeling the impact of the Vasari light frigate against the Agronev, Allan barked out new commands.&nbsp; "Autocannon arrays, go after that Vasari frigate, starboard side - pulse laser turret, as soon as autocannons are done, go full-bore against that frigate."&nbsp; Noting the last Advent frigate, and checking its trajectory, he said: "ventral autocannon, get ready, you have a bogey heading your way."&nbsp; Seeing the air wing headed towards said bogey, once the autocannon had fired, he said to the Admiral:&nbsp; "Sir, I believe that's all of them.&nbsp; Should we pursue the other two frigates?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 06:29:50</strong>
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				Kol paused, then shook his head. "Negative weapons. Check their phase trajectory. they're heading right to where we'll have to be. So, we give them a day to realize what's coming for them, so they can get their party shoes on."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 06:39:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Acknowledging the Admiral's orders, he responded: "Very good, sir.&nbsp; All weapon crews, stand down, I repeat, stand down.&nbsp; Chief gunners, I want phase trajectories on those two frigates, then cross-check them with sensors and navigation.&nbsp; I wanna know where they're going, so that when things get started, we know exactly where to be."<br><br>Personally, Allan was pleased with how the fight had gone.&nbsp; Oh, sure, it had been one-sided: a four frigates against a battleship?&nbsp; Please.&nbsp; But, they'd gotten to test nearly all of the ships weaponry, and all of the weapons he'd hoped to use.&nbsp; Plus, it was a test of the gunnery crews proficiency - something that simply couldn't be tried in a mere shakedown cruise.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 06:44:05</strong>
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				Kol paused, then walked over to Rear Admiral McKeon, and chuckled slightly at the gun camera and drone camera footage of the battle. "Bet the crew will love to see that for their evening movie. Probably more entertaining than whatever claptrap they have playing."<br><br>He paused, then seemed to stretch slightly, proud of his ship and crew. "Route any information I requested to my comlink, please. I'll be heading to my quarters."<br><br>With that, he exited the CIC, watching as the ship's internal lighting changed from dull blue to a more natural yellow-white shade as he began walking to his quarters, planning on taking off his boots, his jacket, and his hat, and laying down for a few hours.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 06:55:48</strong>
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				She let out a sigh of relief when she realized that the battle was over. <br><br>"Reporting no damage, but we do have equipment malfunctioning.&nbsp; I want maintenance up here immediately, the problem could possibly stem from sensor malfunction."&nbsp; With that she made her way out of CIC and headed towards the hanger deck for a cigarette.&nbsp; It hadn't been a very good day and she hoped that the nicotine would help at least a little with curving her anger which had returned with the end of the battle. <br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 07:12:13</strong>
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				<strong>Ansem Hyral : En Route to Hanger Deck, sending private voice message to Captain Fielding. <br></strong><br>Ansem and his pilots glided smoothly into the hanger and stationed their battle tested ships, besides a few modifications and tweaks for personal likes they ran smoothly. It would be a few months before he had his own strike-craft fully modified to his liking, maybe even empty out a few luxuries to add a batch of missiles. The other 23 pilots climbed down and joined the other pilots, sharing stories and already bragging on the first fight, it brought a smile to his face as he saw them from his cockpit. Spotting the two metal cylinders, he tossed them into the empty pocket that normally housed a knife in his flight suit. The helmet hissed open and revealed his face as the shielding opened up wards. One he joined the crew he picked out two men from each group.<br><strong>"These are your new squad captains, celebrate tonight I'll see you all in the morning, send someone to pick up those bottles from the quartermaster, have a good night...that's a damn order." </strong><br><br>Still walking in his suit, he opened a private voice message to Captain Kris, making sure no one was in ear shot of him as he made his way towards the smoking area. <br><strong>"Hey Captain, I still have something for you to wrap those full pouty lips around if your interested, you know where to find me." </strong><br>The stiffness of the suit had him standing to his full height, wrapping tightly around his body. The plates began to hiss as they disengaged and allowed better movement, by the time he walked into the handger deck he was craning his neck to stretch out a crcik in his back.<br><strong><em>"Shit...should have changed."</em></strong><br>He mumbled. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 07:14:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hearing the comand over the intercom Marty streatched her arms, not noticing a few of her men pausing from their work to watch the small skirt rise higher. Pressing the button she gave a quick check in with Kol, "Solange here sir, I'll get to it the generator imedently." Happy that the fight was over she made her way to the elevator to finally change out of the horrible outfit they called formal wear, closing her eyes as she rode up she began to think of the various repairs the generator might need thanks to the fight.<br><br>Walking out of the elevator she frowned as she droped her hat, looking around to make sure no one around she quickly bent over to pick up the small cloth. Pulling down her skirt her checks flushed from having to do that, knowing she will be more relaxed once she reaches the safety of her own room. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 07:24:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The battle completed, and the gunnery crews set to their task, Allan left the bridge to head back to his cabin - he'd never done a battle in dress uniform before...and he wanted to change.&nbsp; Heading aft, his mind went back to the dinner.&nbsp; Lt. Solange seemed like good company - maybe he'd be lucky enough to bump into her again.<br><br>Unfortunately, he was so wrapped up in his own thoughts, and used to people getting out of his way, that when he turned a corner, he (quite by accident) bumped into something.<br><br><br>Or someONE.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 07:36:43</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Kris Fielding : Heading towards the Hanger Deck : speaking to Ansem Hyral</strong></div><br>She was half way to the hanger deck when she received a private and rather suggestive message from Hyral.&nbsp; Blushing to the roots of her hair, she made sure to quicken her pace.&nbsp; The damn man was distracting her from her anger, and she was the sort that liked to wallow in it until it simmered down.&nbsp; But than again, physical activity was a known stress reliever to.&nbsp; Chuckling at her small joke, she made it to the entry way of the hanger deck.<br><br>When she entered she saw that the AGC(Air Group Commander) was already there.&nbsp; His uniform, shaping his large frame made her want to jump him on the spot.&nbsp; Walking closer to him so that her words couldn't be over heard.<br><br>"<strong>So what this about wrapping my lips around something?&nbsp; All I know is that it better be good because I'm in a foul mood tonight.</strong>"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 07:48:58</strong>
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				Hearing someone call her name Marty turned her head seeing a few guys from her crew waving, returning with a quick wave of her own she cried in surprise as she bumped into something. <br><br>Stumbling she quietly cursed, ready to yell at whatever or who ever was in her way.Looking up she was surprised to see Lt. Allan Welles. Blinking in confused for a moment, her anger quickly passed as she smiled up at him "hello again Lt. Welles."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 07:56:51</strong>
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				"Lt. Solange, this is a surprise.&nbsp; I was just thinking about you, actually.&nbsp; I was just on my way back to my cabin to change out of my uniform, and here I bump into you.&nbsp; You're not hurt, are you?"<br><br>As he talked, he surreptitiously looked her over - he'd seen his fair share of women in the dress uniform, and while no one (well, almost no one) looked ugly in it, she was one of the handful of people that looked great in it.<br><br>He then asked the question that he'd made up his mind to ask her when he saw her again: "What are you doing right now?&nbsp; Anything in particular?"<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 08:01:34</strong>
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				<strong>Ansem Hyral : Hanger Deck with Kris Fielding</strong><br><br><strong>"I can't have my captain walking around in a bad mood, what can I do to make that better..."</strong><br>He smiled slyly at her, his hand reaching to her left hip, the gloved hand wrapping around towards the ass the skirt barely covered and guided her back into a isolated corner of the hanger deck. It was the first time he had ever laid hands on a officer but he had a feeling she would not mind as long as no one else saw or knew about their meetings. The fingers on her cheek spread and began closing down with a firm grip, pulling her closer into his body. <br><strong>"Where did we leave off last..." </strong><br>Feeling it was wise to not even mention dinner, he opened the flap in the pocket and pulled out the two stainless steel cigar holders that acted as personalized humidifiers. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 08:13:39</strong>
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				Confused for a moment that he was thinking of her she smiled at his concern "nah I didn't even knock a hair out of place, it'll take a lot more than that to hurt me."&nbsp; Giggling softly she tucked her hat into her belt, "I was just doing the same sir and please call me Marty."<br><br>Nodding her head she crossed her arms under her chest, "yeah Admiral Kol paged us not to long ago seems that one of the genartors is damaged and needs to get fixed." Tilting her head to the side she thought for a moment "is everything all right Lt. Welles?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 08:29:42</strong>
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				Allan was glad she was okay - she didn't look like the frail, easily breakable sort of girl, but you never could tell.&nbsp; That was when he heard her request him to call her by her name.<br><br>"Alright, Marty.&nbsp; Then, please, call me Weps - all my gunnery crews do.&nbsp; The only people who use Lt. Welles are my superiors and newbies out of the Academy."<br><br>He frowned.&nbsp; "A busted generator, huh?&nbsp; Mind an extra set of hands?&nbsp; I'm not exactly Chief Engineer material, but I know enough, and I know when to stay out of the way."<br><br>Hearing her final question, he responded: "I'm fine, Marty, really."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 08:35:35</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Kris Fielding : Hanger Deck with Ansem Hyral</strong></div><br>It was his voice more than his words that had her shivering in excitement.&nbsp; This man spelled trouble, a little something she didn't need.&nbsp; But she couldn't help imagining his body below hers while her legs straddled his hips.&nbsp; She looked up into his face not realizing until it was too late that he had lead her into a darker slightly obscured area of the deck.&nbsp; The strong pull of his hands had her brought abruptly against his body, her breasts pressed hard between them, her thighs touching his covered ones.&nbsp; <br><br>Biting her lip to keep a moan from escaping, the smooth yet stiff feel of his covered hands sparking a delicious reaction in her body. Her eyes drop slightly in lust, her mouth curved up wickedly at the sight of what he had just pulled out.&nbsp; Before he could say anything else, she allowed her lips to ghost over his before pushing him away.&nbsp; <br><br>"If you share yours, I'll share mine."&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 08:58:20</strong>
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				<strong>Ansem Hyral : Hanger Deck with Kris Fielding</strong><br><br>Ansem popped the seal on one of the tubes, the small hiss guaranteeing that it was as fresh as any cigar stored in larger humidifier would be. He was forced to pull his hand away from her body when she slipped away from him but it was needed in order to prepare the both of them. Cutting the ends, he handed one her before prepping his and bringing it up to his lips, holding it between his teeth. <br><strong>"I hope we have no more interruptions getting in our way tonight..."</strong><br>Digging out a wood match from the side of the tube, he struck it aflame and held it out for them to lit the cigars. Out of courtesy he held the match for her first, sub-consciously watching her with lustful intentions of his own. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 09:05:13</strong>
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				Surprised by his words Marty thought for a moment, "well I guess it couldn't hurt to take you along with me..." Shaking her head up and down her black her swaying from the action she smiled at him "meet me here in 10 and then we can head down." Walking off in the direction of her room she turned around quickly "Weps, I'm glad your alright by the way." Smiling sweetly at him she turned back around, itching to get out the uniform and elbow deep in machinery not even realizes that if she was a nitpicker this might qualify as a date.<br><br>Opening the door to her room she was happy to see her overalls laying on the floor, kicking off her shoes Marty threw her jacket carelessly on the bed followed by her shirt, sliding on a blue tank top she happily slid the skirt off followed by the pantyhose. Not really caring she didn't any underwear she grabbed a pair of boxers she slept in and put those on then her overalls, "I wonder why Weps wanted to help me in the first place..." <br><br>Thinking out loud she grabbed her tool belt and hit a button on a small comlink, speaking to someone in the engine room "hey guys just deliver the tools and ya'll are free to relax I'll handle the generator." Hearing a loud cheer coming from the small device she laughed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 09:15:27</strong>
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				"Alright, then.&nbsp; See you in 10.&nbsp; And, thank you."&nbsp; Turning, he headed towards his cabin, reaching it in just a few minutes.&nbsp; When he got there, though, he realized he didn't exactly have clothing suited for working with heavy machinery.&nbsp; <em>Maybe I can get the quartermaster or Marty to scrounge me up a coverall.</em>&nbsp; For the meantime, however, he pulled on an old T-shirt and pair of pants he used for farm work when he was younger.&nbsp; And while the pants fit, the shirt was a little tight, hugging the lines of his chest.&nbsp; Swapping his shoes for boots, he headed back to the place where he was supposed to meet Marty.&nbsp; Pressing a button on his commlink, he informed the chief gunners that he would be out of contact for a short while, and that any relevant updates were to be sent to his data terminal.<br><br>Personally, he was glad to be helping out in another section - maybe he could pick up a few things from her while he was there.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 09:28:42</strong>
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				Kris' eyes lit up at the sound of the pop, she was rather surprised that he was willing to share this, much sought after, treat, but she wasn't about to let the oppertunity pass.&nbsp; As he handed her the offered cigar she brought it to her mouth, allowing her lips to wrap around the end suggestively.&nbsp; Leaning forwards, her face tilted slightly up so that he could get a good look, she puffed on the cigar to get it lit up.<br><br>As the end caught and embered, she leaned back against a wall and allowed her eyes to close in pleasure as she inhaled.&nbsp; The flavor rolled over her tongue, causing her taste buds to alight in activity.&nbsp; As the smoke left her parted lips, a moan slipped out unbidden.<br><br>When her eyes opened again she allowed her eyes pin him with a searching look.&nbsp; He appealed to her baser instincts, but she had the sudden thought that if she weren't careful he could become quite addicting.&nbsp; &nbsp;Another, uncaring part of her mind pointed out that she could handle that if it came, and that for right now all she should be worrying about was which room would they end up in, his or hers?&nbsp; Or maybe even here, but that option was thrust from her mind, it was too risky here, and if someone found them than it could mean more trouble than she could handle.<br><br>"Oh, I hope nothing unexpected comes up, because I'm thinking we deserve an uninterrupted night after the battle we just got through."&nbsp; She paused for a moment before continuing.&nbsp; "How was it by the way?&nbsp; Being out there, fighting?&nbsp; In the middle of all that danger?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 09:56:17</strong>
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				<strong>Ansem Hyral : Hanger Deck with Kris Fielding</strong><br><br>The cigar between his lips rolled to the corner of his mouth, he inhaled from one side, the ribbon of smoke going out the other. His hands reached up to take the treat after a few more puffs, savoring the taste. <br><strong>"Nostalgic...reminds me of what I have now and what I didn't back then."</strong><br>He wanted to lean back and relax but the suit would have none of that. His own eyes catching hers looking at him, his head titling curiously as the angle on his lips shifted to a grin.<br><strong>"What's on your mind Kris...are you ready to show me to my quarters yet?" </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 10:04:32</strong>
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				Walking out the she tugged her faithfull blue hat on top of her head, walking in the to where they are supposed to meet Marty's thought where a mile a second about the generator. Seeing him already half way there she waved, "and your actually a little early. Why Weps one would think your eager to see me." <br><br>Laughing at her joke she started to walk to the elevator,once there she punched in the special code to take them too the ground level, where she could access the generator. Smiling at Weps as the doors opened she bowed jokingly next to him, "after you good sir." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 10:10:51</strong>
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				"No, good lady, after YOU."<br><br>And he had noted her little comment about his seeming eagerness - maybe he was, maybe he wasn't.&nbsp; He'd never tell her that.&nbsp; Guessing that she'd either not heard him at the captain's table or had forgotten about it, he repeated the first part of the line he'd used there.<br><br>"So, you told me earlier that you're an only daughter - and I must say, that makes you very lucky in your family."<br><br>The line was simple - he'd deliver the first part, to which the girl would ask some variation as to why that was, and he'd completed it.&nbsp; It had never failed before, and unless the girl was a total ice bitch, it always drew a laugh.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 10:19:03</strong>
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				Walking into the small space she leaned against the wall, fighting back a small blush. Fiddling with the dog tag on her wrist she looked up confused at his statement, "oh? Why do you say that?" <br><br>Feeling the elevator start she&nbsp; knew it would take a 30 minutes to reach their destination.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 10:21:04</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Kris Fielding : In the hanger Deck with Ansem Hyral</strong></div><br>His words had Kris looking at him, studying him.&nbsp; But all she could think about was how his voice changed slightly when he talked about his job.<br><br>"<strong>I was just thinking about how much you intrigue me, but I'm not sure if that curiosity will lead me to my own down fall or not.</strong>"&nbsp; Shaking herself back to the conversation, her lips turned up into another smile.<br><br>"<strong>I was under the impression that I was waiting for when you felt like going.&nbsp; I was rather put out that you wanted to wait so long.</strong>"&nbsp; Her tone was teasing and light, knowing that she could probably hold out a little longer, but suddenly not wanting to.&nbsp; Taking another couple of puffs she leaned forward, her lips almost touching the spot right next to his ear.<br><br>"<strong>I don't think you know what you've got your self into, but if your absolutely sure, I'll lead you to your room right now.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 10:27:28</strong>
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				Allan smiled.&nbsp; "Well, it's simple.&nbsp; With no brothers, it means you get all the feminine genes."<br><br>While he'd grown up in a mixed family, back on Arcadia, he'd had friends whose families had only one daughter.&nbsp; That daughter, usually, grew up to be something of a tomboy, priding themselves on being "one of the guys," able to keep up with their brothers.&nbsp; But, it was those girls who also felt their femininity the most acutely, and generally liked boys who saw past their tomboyish exterior, and treated them like a girl.<br><br>And, he guessed, Marty was like that too - she used Marty, a generally boyish name, instead of her given name, a feminine one; she was an engineer, and liked working with machines, whereas most girls would stay away from such heavy work; she had short hair, whereas most girls he knew had long hair; and she was seemingly more comfortable in "manly" clothing, an observation he'd deduced from seeing her discomfort in the dress uniform's miniskirt, and her more relaxed posture in her overalls.&nbsp; But, despite her boyish mannerisms, she had most definitely feminine traits.&nbsp; She had a round, heart-shaped face; a nice, curvy figure which wasn't completely concealed by her overalls; and a warm, breathtaking smile.<br><br>With this line, he wasn't trying to pick her up, or whatnot, just compliment her, make her feel like a girl.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 10:37:40</strong>
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				<strong>Ansem Hyral : Hanger Deck with Kris Fielding</strong><br><br>She was toying with him now, curious what ached more his building lust or her with an interrogating knife in hand. The cigar was in hand and away from his face when she leaned in close, he easily caught the sweet scent of her body through the fine aged tobacco smoke wafting in the air. His lips demanded a taste, tilting his head down he kissed at the corner of her neck, running his tongue between his lips to moisten them before he did it again. <br><strong>"Your downfall...I am not that interesting..."</strong><br>A mumble was spoken against her skin before he parted his mouth and suckled softly on the skin, increasing the pressure enough that if she did not stop him she would be marked the following day. <br><strong>"I think we should get out of here captain..."</strong><br>He teased her once last time before his attention went back to her neck, his hand putting out the half smoked cigar, the other wrapping around her waist again. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 10:50:00</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Kris Feilding : On the Hanger Deck with Ansem Hyral</strong></div><br>His lips on her skin had her head falling back in pleasure, but damn he was good with that mouth.&nbsp; His mumbled words reaching her lust filled mind.<br><br>"Mmm I think your right air group Commander Hyral."&nbsp; She let him wrap an arm around her but only for a moment before once again pulling back.<br><br>"Shall I lead you to your quarters now than?&nbsp; I should warn you that I'll be walking fast, so you'll have to keep up with me."&nbsp; She threw him a challenging grin, and put out the cigar, handing it back to him so that he could slip it into the case where it would rest until it was once again taken out for a good time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 11:09:13</strong>
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				<strong>Ansem Hyral : Hanger Deck with Kris Fielding</strong><br><br>Ansem took the cigars and returned them to their holders, slipping them into the pouch on his suit's belt. His gloved hand reached up to his temple, tapping a side of the visor. The chest plates of the suit let out a pneumatic groan before they pulled apart and begin the process that would allow him (or Captain Fielding) to peel off the suit once they were alone. He had no intention on hanging onto her, there was no need to be seen in that fashion around the ship. <br><strong>"Please do...Kris..." </strong><br>His lips bit at its corner, forcing his crumbling discipline to hold out just a bit longer. He was ready to sprint after her all the way back to the officer quarters. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 11:25:23</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Kris Fielding : Heading towards officer quarters with Ansem Hyral</strong></div><br>With one last grin, she straightens her back, and turns about, making her way out of the Hanger deck, and towards the direction Hyral's room would be located at.&nbsp; They traveled in silence, Kris only slightly ahead of Ansem, her hips swaying provocatively.&nbsp; She couldn't help the stray thought that she thanked whomever had designed these uniforms, because right now she was betting that he was getting an awesome view of her back side.<br><br>When they got closer to his room, she swept an unassuming eye around the corridor to make sure that there wasn't anyone around to see her enter his room.&nbsp; When she was sure there wasn't anyone nearby to see them, she turned around to look at Hyral.<br><br>"<strong>This would be your room, would you like me to make the proper introductions?</strong>"&nbsp; She said this playfully, teasing him about never sleeping in his proper place for the last four months.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 17:41:04</strong>
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				After&nbsp; the ship's leading officers filed out, Kiri directed the orderly to get to his battle station if he had one and return later to clean up the dining&nbsp; area.&nbsp; She headed toward her own assigned area near the port auto-cannon arrays for crisis management.&nbsp; Her Conscientious Objector status did not forbid putting out fires if necessary so as quickly as she could she stood ready in a pressurized suit.<br>&nbsp; <br>Initially the only odd sensation she had was the bareness of her legs in the suit and how it grew as the slip of fabric called a skirt rode up her thighs.&nbsp; The irritation at this seemed to grow as well until she realized the ire she felt was not hers alone.&nbsp; Waves&nbsp; of enmity washed over her so intense she had to lean back into the wall.&nbsp; It was an unfamiliar emotion for Kiri, and took some time to process and even then it didn't settle right in her mind.&nbsp; It was the sudden terror that rocked her, causing the fellows on either side of her to looked twice when she fumbled to rescue the extinguisher that slipped from her shaking hands.<br><br>When the stand down order came, Kiri breathed a sigh of relief before putting the equipment away and slipping out of the suit.&nbsp; Her face flushed a warm pink as she tugged the skirt back in place, recovering&nbsp; bother her bottom and the silky strip of her panties in the front.&nbsp; Emotionally exhausted and heading back to the quartermaster's office on shaky legs, Kiri felt like more than her girl parts were hanging out for everyone to see.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 18:09:26</strong>
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				"Feminine genes...?" Wondering that last part it for a few moments, it finally clicked in her mind. Laughing once she understood Marty looked over at Allen, she felt her cheeks redden lightly as she took in his appearance. Even though she was raised like her brothers, Marty still had female friends that tried desperately to teach the girl the fine art of boy watching. Shaking her head at the thought she wondered why she was thinking like that when a job needed to be done.<br><br>Quickly averting her eyes she turned and looked at how many floors where left to go, tightening the sleeves her overalls nervously, she sneaked another glance over him. "Do you have any siblings Weps or where you one of the lucky few born a only child?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 18:20:00</strong>
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				Allan mentally smiled when she laughed at his line.&nbsp; <em>So, she's not an ice bitch...that's good.</em>&nbsp; He also noted that she shook her head slightly, and was now only sneaking glances at him.&nbsp; Her question provided him an in without sounding too forward.<br><br>"I have four siblings, an older sister, two younger sisters, and a younger brother.&nbsp; Until I volunteered, I was in line to take over the family farm - but now that's a duty that I fear will fall to my brother."<br><br><em>Now, easy does it...</em><br><br>"Marty, I'm not making you...uncomfortable, am I?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 18:28:25</strong>
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				<strong>Ansem Hyral : Inside his personal quarters with Kris Fielding</strong><br><br>The door slid open after he typed in a universal code into the small console, they parted rapidly as if they knew he did not have the time waste outside in the corridor. <br><strong>"Maybe in the morning..." </strong><br>Side stepping inside once the door opened, a hand reached out for hers and tugged her into the privacy of his room. He would have another day to appreciate the larger living space. His free hand moved up towards his neck, knocking up the latches that secured the helmet in place and hindered his mobility. The sound of a high pressured vent resulted in the helmet off and tossed aside onto a small couch in the corner of a room.<br><br>Once his head was free, he tipped his face down and stole a kiss from her lips. Both hands wrapped around her body, pushing her against the cool metal walls of the room as he took control of her. The ridged gloves rolled down her respective thighs before they curved around to her ass, giving it a grope before they pulled away and the kiss was broken. A smile crossed his lips, lingers close to her face as he moved his hands towards his chest, unlatching the plates that covered the zipper of the suit. Another peck on her lips as he shifted to peel the tight suit from his body. With the zipper coming down, the suit almost peeled away, giving her the first look of his body beneath, not that the suit had hadn't already done that. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 19:21:15</strong>
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				<strong>quartermaster Kiri Ownah -&nbsp; in her office </strong><br><br>Back in her office, Kiri took a few deep breaths to gather self before punching in her password to check for any messages that might need immediate action.&nbsp; After a few minutes, she leaned back, fingers finding the bluish mark at the back of her neck to rub gently as she reviewed her recent experience. <br><br>It was the Advent, the hate and arrogance that turned to terror.&nbsp; Obviously the Agronev had turned the tables on the Advent's surprise attack, and the girl was grateful.&nbsp; She wasn't ready to die for the cause, especially one she didn't understand.&nbsp; She was grateful for the skill of the crew as well, and her thoughts turned to the Commanding Officer.&nbsp; &nbsp;A giant with soft edges, he frightened her in ways that were unexpectedly exciting and when her shift was over, she knew it was time to pay him a visit.<br><br>....<br><br>A tray in one hand with the makings of a cocktail, Kiri took a deep breath and palmed the man's door.<br>&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 19:30:29</strong>
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				Kol's Quarters<br><br>Kol's eyes popped open as soon as the door chimed, so he sat up, popped his neck from side to side, and then walked over to the door, not bothering to pull on his jacket, leaving himself clad in his long pants and a light shirt as he allowed the door to slide open, revealing the young quartermaster he had met earlier, who appeared to be carrying a small tray, holding a bottle of rum, a container of fresh orange juice, and what looked like two glasses. "Hello Quartermaster. Feel free to come in."<br><br>Kol's room was small, like all the other private rooms on the ship, though it was large enough to have a small closet for clothing, a bed, a table with two chairs set against one wall, and a small, enclosed shower. On the table were a few classic books, having been made with real paper, as well as his Sidearm, the large revolver almost as long as Kiri's forearm.<br><br>Kol paused, then sat down on one of the chairs, watching as Kiri placed the tray on the table. "So, what brings you here?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 19:45:40</strong>
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				Kol's quarters<br><br>"uhh... " she blinked, not entirely sure what brought her to his door except he may be able to answer some questions if - a very big if - she could get inside his head a little.&nbsp; "I thought you might appreciate some refreshment after the battle, Admiral... and your preference for a bit of bourbon and juice is well known.&nbsp; I've made sure the Agronev is well stock with both."&nbsp; She added the last, turning to look directly at him with a twinkle in her eye and soft smile.<br><br>She looked around quickly, noting his penchant for ancient books and huge gun within easy reach.&nbsp; "Shall i make you a drink, Sir or just leave it to you."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirei</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 19:49:23</strong>
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				After the battle was over, Cassandra headed straight back to her dorm to change from the formal uniform she hadn't had a change to put away. It was time for her to take a warm shower before changing to something more comfortable. The warm water was soothing for her skin and she managed to relax herself. She had been tense and nervous all day with Admiral Kol coming to the board, but now everything was finally settling to normal.<br><br>She stepped out from the shower to put on her top and sweatpants on, deciding to go for a little jogging. She thought to herself that going to jogging before shower could have been a good idea. She shrugged, going to shower twice a day wouldn't really kill her. maybe spend the ships water supply in an unnecessary way, but it had never ran out before.<br><br>she walked out of her room in her sneakers and started to jog, she decided she would take a nice four mile run before going to the gym. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 19:53:53</strong>
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				Kol nodded, accepting her offer to make the drink. "Please."<br><br>He waited a few moments, watching the young quartermaster at work, idly noting that she was still in full formal dress, excepting her cap. "So, I assume you're off-duty at the moment, so, why not talk a little?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 20:11:13</strong>
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				Kol's quarters.<br><br>Releasing a breath she didn't know she was holding, "In that case, Admiral, i hope you don't mind if i join you in a drink as well." she said, adding a single cube of ice to one glass and several to another.&nbsp; She handed him the drink with one cube and less juice, his hand dwarfing the glass.&nbsp; She took a quick sip of her mostly orange juice to cover an odd tingling.&nbsp; What was wrong with her she wondered.<br><br>"Do you mind if i sit, Admiral?" Her pale blue eyes searched his face.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 20:53:52</strong>
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				He shook his head, smiling slightly. "No, I don't mind at all. Feel free to sit and relax a little."<br><br>He sipped his mixed drink, savouring the sweetness of the orange juice, mixed with the tart bite of the rum, then nodded. "So, if I may ask, where are you from?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 21:06:52</strong>
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				"Well at least I know your not afraid to get your hands dirty." Feeling the elevator stop Marty turned around surprised at his question, "now why would you make me uncomfortable? I work with guys all the time silly" leaving out the part that she thought he was more attractive than some of her fellow workers though. <br><br>Walking into the large room, Marty saw that all the generators running properly except for one. Skipping toward the malfunctioning hunk of metal she quickly took out a small machine, bending down to plug in the device Marty typed in the program for a diagnostics to run on the generator. Looking over her shoulder at Allen "so why are you afraid your brother will take over, if you don't mind me asking?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 21:09:01</strong>
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				Alistar decided to lounge around the Flag Bridge for a while, monitoring the repairs (such as they were) and watching as the last of the battle dissolved.&nbsp; It was about an hour before he'd decided to go ahead and retire for the evening.&nbsp; He informed the rating that had the ship's log then walked wearily toward his quarters.<br><br>He decided to make a detour to see if Cassandra could spare a few hours and while still in dress uniform, headed toward the dorm she lived in.&nbsp; He did notice her coming toward him and raised a hand to wave at her.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Lieutenant, a word."&nbsp; He said as she got within earshot.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 21:10:44</strong>
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				Kol's quarters<br><br><br>Kiri sat in the chair across the small table from his before thinking, so didn't tug the so short skirt down.&nbsp; Her eyes widened a bit when the cool chair hit her warm thighs, and even more so at his question.&nbsp; He was direct for certain.&nbsp; <br><br>"I would think that information was in my file, Admiral" she began softly.&nbsp; "You must know i was a ward of the TEC from the age of twelve.&nbsp; I don't remember much before that really."&nbsp; The last was only a bit evasive because she'd been with the TEC for so long, her previous life was nearly a vague dream.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirei</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 21:19:28</strong>
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				Cassandra stopped as Alistar waved a hand at her, she had barely jogged half a mile so far and didn't yet even break a sweat. She smiled while brushing a few stray hairs off her forehead. "Yes Sir?" She said, greeting him formally.<br><br>She panted slightly, catching her breath. It seemed like Alistar was going to interrupt her today every time she tried to take care of her condition. Then again, usually they didn't end up without any exercise at all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 21:21:46</strong>
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				Alistar gestured for Cassandra to follow him.&nbsp; "Come with me, I require your assistance."&nbsp; &nbsp;His eyes flicked appreciatively along her body before he turned away to lead her back to his quarters.&nbsp; He hummed happily to himself along the way, knowing that they'd have quite a bit of time before anyone would interrupt them.<br><br>"So, what did you think of the encounter today, Lieutenant."&nbsp; He said as he opened the door to his quarters and gestured for her to proceed him inside.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 21:25:06</strong>
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				Kol nodded, then shrugged slightly, sipping from his drink. "True, but I'd like to hear it from you."<br><br>He shifted slightly, leaning back in his seat, his impassive face taking in everything around him, idly noticing that the young Quartermaster didn't seem to mind showing off her pink panties. "Besides, there must be some reason you came to seek me out, and I doubt it's because of my charming demeanour, or my choice in drink."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 21:46:07</strong>
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				Kol's quarters<br><br>'The man didn't miss a thing!' she realized, a pretty pink infusing her cheeks, nearly matching the panties he was thinking of; she quickly crossed her legs and pondered how to answer his question.&nbsp; She took a long sip of her drink, setting the glass down before plunging onward.<br><br>"Admiral, I am curious about the battle."&nbsp; Shifting in her seat, her eyes were intent. She needed to fit actual events with the psi-sensations that assaulted her during the what she assumed was the throes of battle.&nbsp; &nbsp;"What happened exactly?"&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 21:47:26</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Kris Fielding : Ansem Hyrals</strong></div><br>Once his helmet was off, she finally got to kiss those lips that had been driving her to distraction lately.&nbsp; When he had pushed her up against a wall, her eyes had gone wide, but only for a moment and than she closed them once again, running her soft lips over his, biting and licking at his lower lip.&nbsp; A whimper escaped her mouth as he moved away, but she was rewarded with watching him strip. <br><br>Grinning as he kissed her once more, she remained still until he had almost gotten the suit completely off.&nbsp; And than she moved forward slightly and allowed her hands to touch the skin of his chest, running over his now revealed skin.&nbsp; Moving in she starts to kiss him lightly and than beings to undress him the rest of the way.&nbsp; Tugging on it to bring it off his shoulders and down his torso.&nbsp; Her lips lightly brushing against the skin being slowly revealed. <br><br>As the suit came down over his hips, her mouth trailed down, and caressed his pecks, lowering onto a hip bone where she allowed her tongue to peek out and trail down towards the skin right above his hip bone.&nbsp; Moving her lips around to kiss over the top of his left thigh, and when the suit finally was left around his ankles she looked up and planted one last kiss to the side of his ankle before going to stand again. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirei</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 21:56:10</strong>
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				Cassandra nodded at Hunter and smiled as she followed him. She wasn't really sure what was he going at today. It might just be that he actually needed her assistance, but if there was something of real importance, he would have talked of it at least a little bit during their prvivous meeting. She was prone to think it was something less official he needed help with.<br><br>She followed the Rear Admiral to his dorm and walked in as he held the door open. She looked at him as he asked about her thoughts on the encounter. "I don't really know what to make of it. I suppose it was a good test to see that everything and everyone was working properly, but it always makes me a little bit happy inside to know that they have a few less frigates."<br><br>She looked at Alistar and smiled, returning the question. "What do you think, It went quite well didn't it?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 21:58:22</strong>
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				Kol paused, then shrugged. "Short version long, four frigates, two Vasari and two Advent, decided to see if they could harm the ship. Near as I can tell, about half of their respective crews survived getting their ships pounded into scrap."<br><br>He paused, sipping from his drink again. "One Vasari ship was scrapped before it got into effective range for its light cannon, and one Advent frigate decided to See if it could cut across our bow. The quad beam cannons and Gauss cannon caused its antimatter reactor to blow, but only after most of the ship's crew got into the pods."<br><br>He paused again, looking into his glass. "I may not like the Advent, because of what they did to me, and my family on Nyeve, but I decided to let local laws deal with them, and ordered our crews not to fire on any escape pods. A few moments after that, and the ship rolled onto its side for a moment, which happened to cause the shields around the hangar bay to smack the second Vasari ship right into the arc of fire from two autocannons and the Pulse lasers."<br><br>He downed the last of his drink, and poured himself some orange juice, not adding rum this time. "The last Advent frigate took some solid hits from the Aft Cannons, then ended up getting chewed up by our Fighters, which left it without weapons or Engines. Near as I saw before leaving CIC, several Rescue ships were moving in to pick up the stranded crews."<br><br>He paused, then shrugged. "It's odd. They knew they were outmatched, but the Advent Frigates attacked without hesitation, while the Vasari ships actually moved more tactically."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 22:05:02</strong>
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				Stepping out of the elevator behind her, Allan followed Marty towards the broken generator.&nbsp; He give a silent growl of approval when she bent over, stretching her coveralls over the curves of her nicely-rounded buttocks.&nbsp; Then, he heard her ask about his brother and the farm.<br><br>"Well, to be honest, when I left, he didn't seem much like the type for farm work - he was something of a tinkerer, an inventor, more than a farmer to me.&nbsp; And to be honest, the ranch would do much better in the hands of one of my sisters - all strong-minded frontier women.&nbsp; Dad'll never go for it, though - on Arcadia, anything owned by a woman becomes her husbands' when she gets married.&nbsp; And I mean WHEN, not if.&nbsp; Most women that own their own property on Arcadia are old widows whose husbands died in some accident."<br><br>Pausing a moment, he did make one observation.<br><br>"Still, it's been almost 10 years since I've seen them - a lot can change in that time."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 22:30:57</strong>
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				Kol's quarters<br><br><br>"It's odd. They knew they were outmatched, but the Advent Frigates attacked without hesitation"<br><br>Kiri blanched and sat back in her chair with an astonished whisper.&nbsp; "a sacrifice...&nbsp; "&nbsp; She turned her attention back to him with evident confusion.&nbsp; "but why?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 22:39:55</strong>
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				Nodding her head as she listened to Allan talk of his family she paused in her work, "so they have arranged marriges where your from I take it." Hearing her comp beep Marty read the data it had collected, everything seemed alright except a few wires had been shorted out. <br>Standing up she put her comp on top of the device, going over to a large tool box someone had brought down for her, Marty kicked open the metal case. Kneeling down she searched for the proper tools she would need, groaning in frustration as a large black stain appeared on her hands "idiots need to clean the tools better."<br><br>"Wow...Ten years, you've given up a lot." Walking back to the generator, wipping the black gunk on her coveralls absentmindedly. Climbing up the semi-taller equipment she balanced herself on the side, unscrewing the top so that she could reach the wires. "Have you heard anything new from them lately?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 22:45:38</strong>
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				Kol paused, then shrugged. "Two frigates left the system shortly after we arrived, so I could only assume that it was a delaying action on their part, to try and cause enough damage to force us to repair and rearm before we headed for the next planet."<br><br>"All things considered, they got off lightly. When we'll be fighting enemy capital ships, we won't have the luxury to fire for disabling shots, and, in general a capital ship has a much larger crew than a frigate, making it far more likely that people will die." He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "It's a nasty, vicious, painful war, but the alternative is arguably even worse."<br><br>He sighed, then looked at Kiri. "So, is there anything on your mind that you'd like to talk about?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 22:55:36</strong>
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				Allan shook his head.&nbsp; "Not exactly 'arranged,' no.&nbsp; More like 'heavily expected' and 'culturally enforced.'&nbsp; Arcadian society generally thinks that if a woman doesn't get married, at least once in her life, that there's something...wrong with her."<br><br>Upon hearing mention of his family, he sighed.&nbsp; "Actually, I don't hear a lot from my family these days - only my sisters send me messages, and that's maybe once a year.&nbsp; My mother and brother don't go to the big cities, and my father...my father told me when I left that he never wanted to hear from me again.&nbsp; Thought I was 'abandoning my family duty to go be a glory hound.'&nbsp; And for a while, I thought he was right.&nbsp; Pandaemonium changed all that, though..."&nbsp; Reaching up with his left hand, he placed it on the spot where the anchor had been tattooed on his back.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 23:30:11</strong>
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				Kol's quarters<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=47446.msg2254354#msg2254354">Quote from: Sel Nar on 20-09-2009, 22:45:38</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">He sighed, then looked at Kiri. "So, is there anything on your mind that you'd like to talk about?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Kiri heard the truth in his words and turned toward him again, for a moment studying his face.&nbsp; "Admiral, forgive me for disturbing your rest... I..."&nbsp; She stopped abruptly, knowing she should leave him to his own thoughts and stood, discretely smoothing her skirt down.&nbsp; His weariness and pain were great;&nbsp; if she could just for a while brush it away from his mind.&nbsp; With that thought her fingers twitched and she ached to tell him how sorry she was about Nyeve.&nbsp; <br><br>Instead she said, "I should be going, Sir.&nbsp; Thank you for hearing me."&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 23:34:07</strong>
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				Shaking her head Marty successfully unscrewed the top, moving the small metal piece to the side she reached in. Her fingers trying to finding the internal switch to power down the generator completely doing so a bit of green and blue ink tattooed onto her back peeked out from her tank top. <br><br>Stand on her tip toes Marty reached in farther finally finding the switch, turning off all reserved power the machine was running on. "It is their loss honestly, they should be proud of you not shunning you for your decision!" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 23:39:30</strong>
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				"Ah, if you knew my father, you would not be saying that - he's very much a man of the earth, a man who is used to his word being law amongst his own."&nbsp; <br><br>As he watched her trying to find the generator's power switch, he noticed the hint of blue and green on her olive-skinned back.&nbsp; <em>I wonder...</em><br><br>"Marty, is that a tattoo that I see on your back?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 00:11:24</strong>
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				<strong>Ansem Hyral : Inside his personal quarters with Kris Fielding</strong><br><br>After she had taken it upon herself to strip him, his body reacted to each soft kiss against his skin. His pec contracted unintentionally as she ran over it softy, the spot she kissed being what he felt was the most important symbol etched upon his body. With every inch of his bare skin being exposed and the combination of the caresses, resulted in goose flesh over some of the areas she kissed. His legs spread apart, shifting his weight until the suit laid neatly on the floor in one large pile beside them. Nude before her, he smiled down as she came back up to grab her arms and lift them over her head. He had her trapped between the wall, no suit blocking the his swelling manhood against the crotch of the short skirt. The slight contact of skin between them teasing him when he felt himself pressed against one of her thighs. <br><strong>"My Turn..."</strong><br><br>His hips were forced to pull away, his body bending until his mouth nuzzled into her bust. Wiggling and moving his head as if he meant to simply cradle into her body. Closing his mouth over one of the buttons, he began to tug at her shirt back and forth until it popped free and spread slightly. Both eyes looked up at hers with a playful stare, his face moving lower until the next button was tugged and popped free with the movement of his jaw. <br><br>With the uniform shirt and jacket spread to reveal her chest, cradled by the lacy bra underneath, he buried his face into her chest and kissed at the soft mounds. His hands fumbled and shifted, using only one to pin hers above her head. The free hand slowly tugged at the uniform, revealing more skin, knowing the uniform could not come off to her arms were freed. <br><br>Sliding the wandering hand up her back, he made short work of the clasp, his mouth working in conjunction as it tugged at the strait of cloth between the cups upwards to reveal the nipples underneath. He Stood fully once more, pressing his bare chest against hers. The last few minutes had&nbsp; increased his pulse and breathing&nbsp; that earlier that day in combat. Locking his lips against hers, he gradually allowed her hands to lower and let uniform slide of her curves, joining his suit on the floor. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 00:15:11</strong>
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				Hearing his question she laughed "yep you caught me, before I was sent here my brothers and I all went out and got some work done on our backs." Leaning back up quickly she placed the metal sheet over the hole, not yet sealing it closed. "So do you have any yourself?" After she received her tattoo Marty quickly became intrested in the art of tattoos and wanted to see what other kind of images or saying they had permanently attached to their skin.<br><br>Kneeling down in front of the machine Marty pulled at the heavy siding, finally getting it to pop free she laid it to the side. Various wires where entangled through out the generator, spotting a few blackened wires she reached for a wire cutter. Groaning she looked up at Allan "could you hand me a pair of wire cutters seems I left them in the box."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 00:20:22</strong>
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				Allan nodded.&nbsp; "Sure."&nbsp; Going over to the toolbox, he went through the myriad of tools until he uncovered a pair of wire cutters.&nbsp; Heading over to Marty, he pressed them into her hand.&nbsp; "Here you are.&nbsp; And, as a matter of fact, I do have one."<br><br><em>At least, one that you can know about right now...</em><br><br>"It's on my back, just like yours.&nbsp; Matter of fact...how'd you like to see it?&nbsp; I'll show you mine if you show me yours."<br><br>He realized the rather sexual connotation of what he was saying, but to a certain degree, he was counting on it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 00:36:34</strong>
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				Admiral's Quarters<br><br>Kol paused, then chuckled slightly, pointing at the recently-vacated Seat. "Please, sit back down. I'd like to know what you're thinking of, and, I should thank you for keeping me from leaving my thoughts to dwell on the past."<br><br>He poured a new glassful of the mixed drink for both himself and Kiri, not at all surprised that, even when off-duty, his polite request still seemed to have the weight of command behind it as Kiri almost instantly sat down again. "Tell me, do you consider anyone in the TEC to be family?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 00:46:29</strong>
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				<strong>XOs Quarters</strong><br><br>"I also happen to think it went well but there is a definite need for a bit of shaking down still."&nbsp; Alistar frowned as the door closed behind them.&nbsp; "In any event, I'd like you to sit down and rerun the encounter through the tactical computers sometime tomorrow."&nbsp; He gave a slight shrug.&nbsp; "I'll be sending the results with everything else I've recorded to a friend of mine at Command School."<br><br>Alistar's hat ended up on the corner of his desk, which was practically the only spot bare on it.&nbsp; &nbsp;"With a bit more polish, I think you'd be a good commanding officer."&nbsp; He gestured for her to have a seat on the bed then slipped out of his uniform jacket as well.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I'd expect that you'll be hearing something positive by the end of the cruise."<br><br>He retrieved a bottle of rum and two shot glasses, pouring a shot for each of them.&nbsp; "To absent friends."&nbsp; He toasted soberly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 01:05:43</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Kris Fielding : Ansem Hyrals room</strong></div><br><em>Damn he was beautiful</em>&nbsp; The thought ran through her head, his nude body making her already soaked black lace panties even wetter.&nbsp; When he had her pressed up against the wall again, her arms pinned above her head, she sent him a challenging grin which was promptly wiped away from her face when his growing need was pressed up against the juncture of her legs.&nbsp; <br><br>"<strong>Your turn</strong>"&nbsp; the words where whispered, but all she could think about was what was pressed up against her body.&nbsp; Whimpering in need when he pulled away, she looked down as one by one he unbuttoned her blouse.&nbsp; His playful stare met with one of desire, and need.&nbsp; As she was barred to his lustful gaze, she allowed her head to fall back, the smooth column of her throat bared.&nbsp; Her pulse picked up when his lips touched the soft skin of her breasts.<br><br>A low breathy moan escaped between her parted lips as the bare skin of their chest's touched, causing a delicious friction.&nbsp; When his kiss came, and everything but her skirt fell from her voluptuous body, she decided that she had had enough.&nbsp; Pushing him back until the back of his knees hit the edge of his bed, she pushed him down and slowly climbed on top, her lips kissing a line from his Adams apple to his soft lips.<br><br>"<strong>I guess it's my turn again?</strong>"&nbsp; Was said with a smirk.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 01:25:46</strong>
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				<strong>Main Medical Ward</strong><br>There had been one staff member who had fallen over and sprained her ankle; not expecting the attack and had fallen, but it was quickly fixed. "Sure thing Admiral" she replied into the com-link when told that the fight was over. "No major injuries..." she added, "I'm going to my quarters for a few moments; if something urgent comes up contact me there" she explained, before turning out and leaving the room.<br><br><strong>Casandra's Quarters</strong><br>Palming open the door, she yawned softly. Stripping gladly of the dress uniform that she was wearing, she hung it up in the wardrobe. Walking into the bathroom, she stripped off the panties she was wearing before throwing them with some annoyance at the wall before removing her bra (in the same colours as her panties though. xD) (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0b/ThMain_633783569268841713_V2P7040.jpg). Opening the shower door, she turned the warm water on and felt the warmth spread over her chest; down her stomach, and eventually onto her toes which came as a nice relief - she had felt a little stressed, as she always did when meeting those in much higher positions than she was. Taking a deep breath (being careful not to get the water inside her mouth), she spent the next half-hour or so washing, before stopping the water and stepping out once more. Drying herself, she redressed in the same undergarments, and then put on her normal work outfit; feeling slightly less self conscious and slightly happier, she left her quarters; returning to the medical wing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirei</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 01:31:47</strong>
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				XO's Quarters.<br><br>Cassandra looked at Alistar as he spoke. She nodded to his words on rerunning the encounter on the computers. "I will look into it." She said "It will always take a while to make everything work seamlessly, can't expect to perfect everything in the first warm up." Her eyes followed his hat landing on the empty corner of the desk just as he opened his mouth to speak again. She looked at the huge pile of papers while he said that she would make a good commanding officer. She wasn't exactly sure if she wanted that kind of workload on her desk, but decided to say nothing about it. "Thank you sir" She said instead, smiling and taking it as a compliment.<br><br>She sat down on the bed and listened to him continue on while taking off his jacket. A promotion wouldn't be a bad thing, which was what she supposed she was trying to say. She knew it would bring more responsibility and work to do, but then again, she would finally have good reason to stop modeling for those army posters. "Positive, huh? I sure hope that the sterilization shot hasn't failed me." She said and chuckled silently to her own joke.<br><br>"To absent friends" She repeated before emptying the shot. Due to her small frame, one shot of rum was enough to be sure she would be a little bit tipsy rather soon.<br><br>She leaned to him after placing the shotglass away. Nibbling him lightly on the earlobe she whispered "What was it that you needed help with, sir."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 01:47:06</strong>
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				Brushing her fingers against his as she took the tool from him she went to sniping out the old used wires out, reaching beside her Marty grabbed a pair of replacement wires. Her fingers working quickly at placing them into the machine, smiling as she finished the job she once again wiped her hands on the dirty coveralls. <br><br>Lifting the semi heavy plating up she shoved it place, kicking it several times till it finally went in place like it should. Standing up she stood on her tip toes again reaching inside the machine, "of course I would love to see your ink!" Turning the reserved power back on she, then re-fixed the hatch. Reaching into her pocket she grabbed her small intercom and buzzed on of the crew, "hey guys this baby is all clear and ready to be reactivated." Hearing the person on the other line shout some orders, Marty smiled happily as the generator started with a quiet hum.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 01:53:21</strong>
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				<strong>Ansem Hyral : His Room with Kris Fielding - Do Not Disturb, Locks Engaged. </strong><br><br><strong>"Yes maam..."</strong><br>He was not sure what had made him utter the words, it was just a reaction as no women or lover before had ever made an aggressive move first. Taking the time to let his eyes roll over her features, the groan from his body did not register until he replayed the words in his head a few more times. He knew what he was rubbing against after her hips had straddled him, the dull ache of arousal was slowly taking him. Both hands slid up her hips, his thumbs hooking under the sides of the skirt to lift them up allowing her legs more freedom to part over his body. <br><strong>"You are fucking gorgeous Kris..."</strong><br>His eager hands slipped over the sides of her body, spending extra time to cup and squeeze his rough hands over the large mounds. Shifting his body under her, he pushed himself and her further onto the bed until his back leaned against the headboard so he could enjoy whatever she had planned. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 02:05:06</strong>
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				Admiral's Quarters<br><br>Kiri sat without thinking about it.&nbsp; "As you wish, Admiral," her breathy response, the sudden rush of happy she felt distracting her from bare thighs and pink panties.&nbsp; The man was rather handsome in a rough sort of way, and huge; his presence effected her like no other man's ever had.&nbsp; Crossing her legs, she palmed her glass and thought about how to answer him.&nbsp; She should be wary; with a mind like a steel trap Kol didn't miss a trick and could be fishing for more than idle chat.&nbsp; While his thank you was innocent enough, it could also mean he knew what she'd just done to him, for him.&nbsp; And that would mean he knew what she was.<br><br>"Well, Sir, as a ward of the Trader Emergency Coalition, i didn't have a family per se.&nbsp; My time was spent in the orphanage until i was able to join the miltary."&nbsp; With a wry smile, she added, "It is fortunate i was allowed to enlist as an objector.&nbsp; I'm a lousy shot for sure."<br><br>&nbsp;<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 02:11:44</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Kris Fielding : In Ansem Hyral's locked room</strong></div><br>The slight friction of his hard desire rubbing against her soft warmth made her groan, and arch her back.&nbsp; Now that she had him exactly where she had wanted him, she took full advantage.&nbsp; Rocking her hips back and forth her throaty moans mixing with the sound of his bed moving slightly.<br><br>"<strong>Oh wow, I love your body.</strong>"&nbsp; It was more of a mutter than anything, but when he shifted them she found herself more open to his hard length.&nbsp; She had almost forgotten how good this had felt, and they weren't even having sex yet.&nbsp; Leaning forward she bites at his lower lip and than leans back again.<br><br>"<strong>If only I had all my proper equipment on me, than I could really show you something gorgeous.</strong>"&nbsp; Images of the cold steel of one of her knives, which where secretly stashed in her room, pressed against his skin had a shiver running through her body.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 02:12:27</strong>
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				XOs Quarters<br><br>Alistar took back the empty shot glasses and returned them along with the bottle back into the desk drawer.&nbsp; "I am grateful for the official and unofficial assistance that you've given to me."&nbsp; He informed her as he sat next to her on the bed.&nbsp; He carefully tucked an arm around her shoulders, leaning her head against his arm.&nbsp; He paused to press a kiss into her hair before continuing to speak.&nbsp; "Can I assume that you'll be free for a morale building exercise?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 02:12:54</strong>
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				Kol nodded, then smiled slightly. "I don't mind people being contientious objectors, so long as they're not trying to walk in the middle of No Man's Land, waving placards."<br><br>He smiled slightly, then stood up, the light shirt revealing the muscle definition of his broad shoulders and torso, while leaving his arms bare. If one looked carefully, they could see dozens of old scars on his arms alone, but at the same time, one would notice that his Upper arms were the same diametre as Kiri's waist. "Now, if I may call you by your First name, Kiri, May I ask a honest question of you?"<br><br>He smiled, walking around his room, putting the old books away on a small shelf, and hanging his sidearm in his clothes closet, before returning to sip from his glass. "What do you think of me, one person to another?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 02:31:39</strong>
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				<strong>"Proper equipment..." </strong><br>His eyebrow lowered as his mind drifted at what she possibly meant, but that was soon overwhelmed by the teasing friction between his legs. He felt the kiss of the damp satin panties rub along a ridge in his throbbing member, glancing down between and groaning slightly at the bubbling frustration. The ends of his finger tips rolled down her body and pulled at the crotch of the panties to the side, hungrily wanting to feel her bare flesh against his. His self controlling was waning, almost on the urge of flipping his superior onto her back and taking what he truly wanted.<br><strong>"I have everything right here for you..."</strong><br>He hissed out the last teasing words, his mind slowly going blank. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirei</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 02:44:12</strong>
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				XOs Quarters<br><br>Cassandra chuckled at the term 'morale building exercise.' She looked Alistar in the eyes as she responded. "Building up the morales is my speciality. I even have commendation for it." She said and smirked playfully.<br><br>She moved her hand under his shirt and caressed his skin while turning her head to face him, kissing him gently on his lips. "I think after such an encounter we need to build up our morales throughoutly." She said as she started to lift his shirt up.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 02:51:28</strong>
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				XOs Quarters<br><br>Alistar returned Cassandra's kiss, lifting his arms so she could remove his shirt.&nbsp; "I did notice that."&nbsp; He added, smiling at her.&nbsp; "And I think alot of morale building is in order."&nbsp; He echoed, lowering his arms and quite deliberately put his hands down inside of her sweatpants.&nbsp; &nbsp;"No panties?"&nbsp; He murmured at her, lowering his lips to nuzzle her neckline hungrily.&nbsp; One hand wandered upward to cup one of her breasts before he pushed her sweatpants down to her hips.&nbsp; "And no bra either,"&nbsp; he added; pushing her pointedly onto her back.&nbsp; &nbsp;"God, that makes me all horny."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 02:58:09</strong>
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				Kol's quarters<br><br>Her eyes followed his movements around the small cabin.&nbsp; One might expect a lumbering oaf for a man his size, but Alexander Kol was neither of those things.&nbsp; As his muscles rippled her fingers itched to know what they felt like and she had to shift a bit in her seat, crossing the other leg over.&nbsp; <br><br>"What do you think of me, one person to another?"&nbsp; Kiri blinked in surprise; she was too distracted by the&nbsp; increased warmth between her legs to see that coming.&nbsp; Well, i think you're a magnificent specimen of man was her first thought.&nbsp; Instead, she took a deep breath and tipped her chin up to look into his eyes as he leaned against the wall.<br><br>"I believe you're a strong and fair leader, Sir."&nbsp; She trailed off, some how knowing this isn't the answer he wanted.&nbsp; The girl, unfamiliar with the sensations this giant of a man made her feel, sat on her hands and had a sudden interest in the toe of her knee high boot.&nbsp; "You make me feel safe, Sir... and... and..."&nbsp; She was going to say 'warm'.&nbsp; <br><br>Damn but what was the matter with her.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 02:59:21</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Kris Fielding : Locked up in Ansem Hyral's room</strong></div><br>A heat was building up in her sex, and suddenly her need to tease him left completely.&nbsp; Leaning down so that she could kiss him once again, she let her head rest against his.&nbsp; Her hips bucking, so that the friction would quicken her to greater pleasure.<br><br>"Mmmmm, Yes."&nbsp; She was agreeing with him, but it came out more as an exclamation.&nbsp; "Fuck me Ansem.&nbsp; Fuck me now!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirei</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 03:06:41</strong>
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				XOs Quarters<br><br>Cassandra shivered from Alistar's touch and let out a silent sigh, smiling as he noticed she wasn't wearing any panties. She breathed in deeply as he nuzzled her neckline and cupped her breast with his hand. She laid down onto her back when being gently pushed. "I wasn't thinking I'd be needing them for the workout." She said, talking of the workout she was planning to do. Her hand traced along his cheek as she spoke. "And I'm prone to think that I won't need them for this workout either."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 03:21:47</strong>
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				XOs Quarters<br><br>Alistar got back to his feet, quickly stripping down to his boxers.&nbsp; He left his uniform in an untidy pile on the floor next to the bed and climbed back into bed to join Cassandra.&nbsp; His fingers pulled her sweatshirt up to her shoulders with practiced ease and he kissed each of her nipples in turn.<br><br>"You most definitely will not." He agreed, his eyes bright with desire as he finished removing her sweatshirt with just a bit more gentleness than was necessary.&nbsp; "Nor are you going anywhere for a while."&nbsp; He added, tugging her sweatpants off to reveal her naked body.&nbsp; Wearing only his boxers, he pointedly laid on top of her; kissing her stomach, nipples, and neckline hungrily.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 03:27:15</strong>
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				<strong>Ansem Hyral : His Room with Kris Fielding - Do Not Disturb, Locks Engaged. </strong><br><br><br><em><strong>Fuck me now!"</strong></em><br>Those words played sweetly in his ears, his body reacting by sitting up fully and guiding her onto her back. His hips shifted as he knelt, his finger slipping into the skirt to rid of of the damp panties, he would have pulled the skirt also, but it was wrapped over her midsection pretending it really was belt. With her feet in the air, he pulled them onto his chest and returned the kiss to her ankles, before he let them fall to his sides. A hand reached down between his legs and wrapped around the throbbing muscle, the first attempt to push against him failed, her body resisting him with her tight resistance. The tip of his sex kissed her glistening slit, rubbing himself between the thick lips until he gradually managed to push into her with a groan that rumbled in the back of his throat. His eyes locked on hers as he slowly plunged deep into her core, teasing himself and her by pushing in then out to make sure her body did not have to take the entirety in one massive split. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 03:34:49</strong>
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				He nodded, then smiled warmly, patting Kiri's shoulder. "I do have one final question to ask, based upon something I found in your last physical."<br><br>He continued smiling, his right hand moving behind him to key the door lock. "Why do you have an Advent Psi-Implant in the back of your neck?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirei</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 03:37:18</strong>
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				XOs Quarters<br><br>Cassandra watched Alistar strip down to his boxers before he went to strip her down. She felt her breasts being freed from under the shirt and let out a moan of desire as he kissed her sensitive nipples, which instantly grew perky from the sensation. <br><br>She allowed him to strip her down and smiled slightly as he told she was not going anywhere in a while. "Was that an order, sir?" She asked, grinning slightly before she let out a gasp and arched her body slightly, feeling her kisses along her sensitive body. Her hands moved along his skin, feeling his upper body while he caressed her with his kisses, her nails gently tracing along his well toned body.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 03:53:24</strong>
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				XOs Quarters<br><br>"Consider it a strong suggestion."&nbsp; Alistar smirked at Cassandra, reaching down to run his fingers in between her thighs teasingly.&nbsp; "I think a quickie is in order before we get down to business."&nbsp; He smirked at her, peeling off his boxers to expose his arousal to her.&nbsp; He settled his erection onto her stomach before kissing her lips hungrily again.&nbsp; "I want you in every hole."&nbsp; He whispered into her ear before kissing the hollow of her neck.&nbsp; "And if you're really bad, I'll tie you up too."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 04:11:47</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Kris Fielding : Locked in Ansem Hyral's room</strong></div><br>Finding herself in the reverse position, she arched her back as if in a silent plea for him to just thrust into her.&nbsp; But a moment later she was glad that he hadn't because he was larger than she had thought.&nbsp; Sure she had gotten a look at it earlier, but now she wished she had looked closer.<br><br>As she felt him slip into her moist warmth, her body stiffens for a moment until she gets accustomed to his girth.&nbsp; With both legs wrapped around his hips, she leans on her arms to push her upper body up, so that she could claim his mouth.&nbsp; Her tongue slipping out to taste his.&nbsp; The moment their lips touch one of her arms comes up and she lets her hand run through his dark hair.&nbsp; With only one arm keeping her up she falls back, taking Ansem with her.<br><br>When finally she couldn't take it his teasing thrusts any more, she consciously squeezes her inner muscles as if to beckon him inside.&nbsp; Her thighs squeeze slightly around his waist, and than she pulls them higher, giving him access to the deeper recesses of her body.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirei</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 04:20:25</strong>
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				XOs Quarters<br><br>Cassandra smiled and her body responded into Alistar's touch, stirring slightly as he ran his fingers between her thighs. She listened to his words while looking at him getting rid of his boxers, exposing his erection for her to see. She smiled as she felt his hard member against her stomach and kissed back passionately, rubbin her tongue against his. "Every hole? Aren't you a bit greedy tonight." She said and giggled to him, not being exactly sure what was the extent of 'every hole.' So far her rear was left untouched. She let out another sigh of desire as he kissed her neck. She nibbled his ear playfully while whispering. "I'll be sure to be very bad then."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 04:33:27</strong>
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				Kiri felt the weight of his colossal paw on her shoulder, gentle though she knew he could easily snap her&nbsp; slender neck with it.&nbsp; She nearly tipped her head so her cheek would brush over the top, having very little physical contact with any one, choosing instead to keep herself separate from the people she lived with for the last ten years.&nbsp; His gravelly voice was as warm and calm as if he was chatting about the weather.&nbsp; "Why do you have an Advent Psi-Implant in the back of your neck?"&nbsp; <br><br>He knew.&nbsp; Her blood ran cold.&nbsp; Just how much he knew was her question and Kiri gulped down a cold ball of fear, her young body now a confusion of hot and cold, arousal and fear.&nbsp; Keeping her her voice light, she lied.&nbsp; "I don't know what you're talking about, Admiral."&nbsp; She would have moved to stand, but his hand still rested on her shoulder.&nbsp; Damn, but she was in a jam.<br><br>Desperate, she pushed positive thoughts at him, and shifted her seat.&nbsp; If she could get near the door, she'd make some reasonable explanation and slip away.&nbsp; To where she did not know, because if this got out, she was in grave danger.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 04:39:42</strong>
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				He paused, then picked her up easily, his arm holding her easily above the decking. "I do not like lies. I know that you're Advent, or, more accurately, planted by the Advent in TEC space."<br><br>His eyes were calm, not showing a hint of malice, or anger, as he calmly planted her onto the thin mattress of his bed. "Now, you have two options. Either I call security, and you end up getting the crap knocked out of you by a certain Captain Fielding, who, I might add, has had many disciplinary Citations for brutality to prisoners of War, Or, you can be wholly honest with me, Prove that you have no other implants, and prove that your loyalty lies with the men and women aboard this ship."<br><br>He paused, then neatly reached down to her belt, removing her sidearm. "I think I'll put this someplace where you can't use it, for now."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 05:08:21</strong>
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				Kol's quarters<br><br>The world suddenly shifted and the ground gone from under her.&nbsp; The trip to his bed was a quick one and she was still in shock but shivered when he mentioned Captain Fielding.&nbsp; Listening, he was calm and not demanding anything other than truth and loyalty, what he demanded of any crew member.&nbsp; When he took her military issued gun she blinked, lifting pained blue eyes to his.&nbsp; "I would never... shoot you!"<br><br>Another look at the door, behind which was Kris Fielding and a crew who hated the Advent, even she couldn't blame them.&nbsp; Thoughts tumbled through her head, mostly that this giant of a man could break her in half, and considering his experiences with the Advent, he may do it yet.&nbsp; So, she drew in a deep breath, looked straight into his eyes and told him the truth.&nbsp; "There is only the one."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 05:13:47</strong>
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				After a moment, He nodded, then looked at Kiri with simple, appraising eyes. "Strip, please. I'd like to see with my own eyes. You understand why I'm skeptical, despite the fact that you are telling the truth. After all, you might have one that you were not informed of."<br><br>He placed her pistol back in her holster, its magazine removed, and the action open, revealing that he had worked the slide to eject the loaded bullet. The magazine and bullet he placed on the table, followed by him moving his chair slightly to barricade her within a Five-foot cube between him and the bed. "Also, Tell me ~everything~."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 05:48:27</strong>
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				XOs Quarters<br><br><br>Alistar smiled at Cassandra's affirmation of his desire.&nbsp; He shifted his weight until he was in a position to easily enter her but he did not yet perform that action.&nbsp; &nbsp;"And if you're bad, I'll just have to keep you here too."&nbsp; He added as he kissed each firm nipple in turn.&nbsp; "Now open yourself to me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 06:04:39</strong>
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				Kol's quarters<br><br>"Strip, please. I'd like to see with my own eyes."&nbsp; No small thrill tripped through her insides at his order.&nbsp; She wouldn't have to, of course, when he realized how long she'd been waiting, living within the TEC; the Advent's sleeper, and not a very successful one.&nbsp; She absently wondered how many others there were.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"Also, Tell me ~everything~."&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"Sir, that won't be necessary." Laying her palms flat on on her thighs she continued, "I was much too young for multiple implants."&nbsp; There was a deep, secret part of her disappointed; what an uncommon thrill it would be to be naked next to him, her slender pale limbs in such contrast to his towering tanned form.&nbsp; Her heart thudded at the thought of it, spinning a little thrill deep in her belly that surprised a gasp out of her.&nbsp; She looked quickly to see if he heard&nbsp; before beginning her tale.&nbsp; <br><br>"I was left with a foster family on Hus'q Varna as a child, with the expectation that i would serve the quest for Unity some years later when opportunity presented itself.&nbsp; And Hus'q Varna <strong>was</strong> destroyed Admiral, and my foster family lost in the melee of refugees."&nbsp; Here she paused for a breath before adding, "i believe now that the Advent was responsible for that."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 08:57:09</strong>
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				<strong>Ansem Hyral : His Room with Kris Fielding - Do Not Disturb, Locks Engaged. </strong><br><br>Surprised when she knocked him off balance and tugged him down onto her he grunted at the feeling of her body holding the near painful grip on his manhood. Taking a deep breath, he propped himself onto one elbow, his forearm slipping under her and forcing her back to arch into the slow series of thrust he began to give her body. With every sealing kiss he felt his breath sucked out of him, having to breath out of his nose until he developed a pattern that would not leave him light head, his brain was already deprived of enough. Increasing his pace, the primal instincts he lived on began to control his hips, his predatory eyes focusing on hers when their kiss broke and he felt soft pants of air brush across her lip and cheek. The other hand had found itself down her hip, cradling it under her knee and forcing her leg to slip behind his thigh. He was short of words, the only urge in him was the building lust that had been percolated in the last few weeks in the hanger deck. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 09:48:29</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Kris Fielding : In Ansem Hyral's room</strong></div><br>Kris couldn't help the breathy giggle that escaped her throat when she realized that this wasn't going as smoothly as she thought it would.&nbsp; Letting her head fall back for a moment she looks back up into his eyes and laying her hands gently onto his pecks, slightly loosens her hold on his dick.<br><br>It was getting hard to concentrate, the friction he was creating inside her had her biting her lip to keep the moan inside.&nbsp; Her legs rubbing up and down his, her slick warm pussy contracting slightly from pleasure.&nbsp; She leans up and kisses just below his jaw, nipping slightly, but not enough to hurt.<br><br>"Fuck...so...damn."&nbsp; Her words where all garbled, incoherent, but still screamed of a deep building pleasure in her core.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 11:11:30</strong>
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				<strong>Ansem Hyral: Personal quarters with Kris Fielding</strong><br><br>It dawned on them as she squirmed under him and allowed herself to relax her inner muscles, the position was far to personal for a pair of adults who wanted to get off, at least that is how he felt. With a little rolling and pause between thrust he managed to roll over to the side of the bed and sit up with her back on top straddling him. His hands moved back down over her ass, grabbing the soft flesh and began to guide her up and down, bouncing her on him. <br><strong>"I..."</strong><br>His words were not cut short by a red blip before them, the helmet's camera was recording! Ansem quickly buried his face into her chest, lapping and licking at her bouncing breasts to conceal the knowledge from the captain. <br><strong>"You...like that..."</strong><br>He groaned into her skin, a hand pulling away from her ass and gave her a quick spank. Between bounces a smile crossed his lips, he was putting on a show for the camera, what an opportunity to have his commanding officer on tape getting fucked. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 11:26:58</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Kris Fielding : In Ansem Hyral's room.</strong></div><br>Groaning as they changed positions, she sighed in pleasure, sinking down onto his hard cock.&nbsp; She couldn't help the stray thought that this was better, this position allowed her to ride him nice and hard.&nbsp; As he set the pace with his hands, she bounced up and ground down so that her pussy would rub against his pelvis.&nbsp; His sudden attention on her breasts had her arching slightly, and the sudden sting from his palm slapping down on her ass tore a yelp of surprise from her throat.&nbsp; <br><br>"<strong>Oh god yes!&nbsp; Fuck do it again!</strong>"&nbsp; She rode him, back arched, hands planted on his thighs behind her, breasts bouncing to their rhythm.&nbsp; She could feel the sharp edge of an orgasm building inside her, and a throaty moan sounded from her throat.<br><br>"<strong>G..gonna cum.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 13:08:30</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=47446.msg2255042#msg2255042">Quote from: Alysanthia on 21-09-2009, 01:47:06</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Brushing her fingers against his as she took the tool from him she went to sniping out the old used wires out, reaching beside her Marty grabbed a pair of replacement wires. Her fingers working quickly at placing them into the machine, smiling as she finished the job she once again wiped her hands on the dirty coveralls. <br><br>Lifting the semi heavy plating up she shoved it place, kicking it several times till it finally went in place like it should. Standing up she stood on her tip toes again reaching inside the machine, "of course I would love to see your ink!" Turning the reserved power back on she, then re-fixed the hatch. Reaching into her pocket she grabbed her small intercom and buzzed on of the crew, "hey guys this baby is all clear and ready to be reactivated." Hearing the person on the other line shout some orders, Marty smiled happily as the generator started with a quiet hum.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Looks like it's in working order again," Allan said, referring to the now-fixed generator.&nbsp; To be honest, he had watched most of the procedure, and all he could really tell was that she'd turned off the generator, removed a panel, changed some wires, and replaced the panel - but he was happy to be there.&nbsp; After all, she might've done something to injure herself, and if she was alone, she might not have been able to call for help.<br><br>Going back to the subject of their tattoos, he asked:<br><br>"So, where do you wanna go to do the, uh, swap?&nbsp; I don't think standing in a possibly public corridor is the right place."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 15:31:50</strong>
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				Stretching her arms above her head, Marty nodded her head happily. "It will still need to be monitored for a while though, but yep she seems to be in good shape once again" turning around to face Allan she rocked back and forth on her heels. "If your shy we could go to my room, though I have to warn it you the place isn't very clean." <br><br>Giggling softly Marty started toward the elevator, she thought it was funny how it seemed he was nervous about showing her the tattoo. Thinking back as she activated the elevator Marty was wondering why the guys she worked with didn't share his shyness, none of them had wanted to go somewhere else and show off their body art.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirei</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 15:40:01</strong>
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				XOs Quarters<br><br>Cassandra smiled as he sifted himself in position. She moved her nails along Alistars' skin, pressing down with them, but not hard enough to break the skin. "You are tempting me to be bad, Rear Admiral" She said and smirked to him. She let out another moan of desire as he kissed her hard nipples, before opening her legs to him. "Yes sir." She said while looking him in the eyes and smiling.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 16:02:25</strong>
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				Following her to the elevator, Allan stepped inside behind her, and heard the doors close as Marty started the elevator.&nbsp; "It's okay," he said, talking about her room.&nbsp; "Mine's not exactly straight either."<br><br>As they rode in the elevator, Allan thought over her little comment.&nbsp; He wasn't shy, per se, just worried about what sort of rumors would be going around the ship if someone found them in some state of undress - granted, it'd be just exposing the back, but people had a way of wildly exaggerating things.<br><br>"Well, when we get up there, you'll have to lead the way."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 16:16:38</strong>
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				Admiral's Quarters, Locks Engaged.<br><br>Kol nodded at her explanation, though his face did not change. "Be that as it may, you are currently refusing an order from a superior officer. Now, remove your garments."<br><br>He paused, looking at her face. "I know what happened to the world you grew up on, and, frankly, you're right. However, I still need to check, for one simple reason. Just because they told you something does not make it true."<br><br>He frowned again, thinking of a time when he had seen an eight year old child, a bullet-hole bored through the little girl's forehead, and the child was positively Covered with Psi-implants. "Now, either remove your clothes, or I will be forced to remove them for you, and at the moment, I'm not feeling gentle, or generous."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 17:50:06</strong>
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				Kol's quarters, in a mess of trouble<br><br>"I'm not feeling gentle, or generous." <br><br>Kiri blinked, his unruffled voice seemed to make the words that much more threatening.&nbsp; For the time being, she didn't have much choice in the matter so slowly she slipped off the formal blue bolero jacket, her eyes flickering passed him to the door.&nbsp; Next she lifted a leg to push off a soft leather knee high boot, flashing him a narrow strip of pink silk when she switched to bare her other calf.<br><br>Her head began to hurt from failed psi-probing efforts; the man had put up a wall around his mind.&nbsp; She'd later be interested to know where he learned that trick.&nbsp; All she had left in her arsenal was sincerity so standing at the edge of his bed in her bare feet sending him a pleading look.&nbsp; "Admiral Kol...&nbsp; please."&nbsp; His face was impassive; there was no escaping this cabin or his direct order.&nbsp; <br><br>Her fingers trembled only slightly as they worked down the buttons of the blouse but her eyes never left his when she gave her shoulders a little roll and the top slipped down over her back revealing a pink bra with narrow straps that contain the firm half globes of her breasts, nipples pushing against the taut fabric.&nbsp; Kiri gulped, now more than half undressed her fingers hesitated at the top of the blue micro-skirt.&nbsp; With his eyes watching her every move it seemed very warm in the airconditioned cabin.&nbsp; Kiri took a shaky breath, darting her tongue nervously across her lips.&nbsp; <br><br><br>(http://www.blogcdn.com/www.stylelist.com/blog/media/2009/01/ellemain.jpg (http://www.blogcdn.com/www.stylelist.com/blog/media/2009/01/ellemain.jpg))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 18:32:05</strong>
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				XOs Quarters<br><br><br>Alistar grabbed Cassandra's wrists then pinned them above her head.&nbsp; "Just for that, I'm going to make sure that you stay right here until we're done."&nbsp; He kissed her again hungrily, using his body to keep her pressed into the bed.&nbsp; His eyes sought hers, as if he was looking for something in particular. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 19:30:14</strong>
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				"Yeah it would be kinda weird if you already knew where my quarters are." Leaning relaxed against the wall of the elevator she waited patiently for it to stop on the desired floor, "now remember I gave you fair warning about the state of my room so don't blame me if some unearthly monster raises from the depths to eat your soul or any other body part it may wish to feast on." Laughing as she stepped out of the elevator she nodded her head for him to follow her.<br><br>Reaching her room Marty quickly opened the door and wondered in, all around the room was various mechanics magazines. Various pictures of her and her brothers, or her father littered the small shelves on the walls where old posters for classic movies or musicals that some people had simply forgoten about. Her uniform was still laying on the bed, she quickly threw her hat on top of the small pile, shaking her short locks she looked over at Allan giggling "I did warn you just remember." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 20:21:37</strong>
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				Kol's eyes didn't leave hers, the cool gaze quietly informing her that She was going to have to be entirely naked in the next thirty seconds, or he'd simply upend his glass of rum and juice over her head, and toss her into the shower until a security detail can remove her, sans clothing, to the ship's brig. "If you need privacy, too bad. Now, either finish the order, or I'll ask the Doctor if we have any old-fashioned physical probes. Then I'll ask her to refrigerate them first."<br><br>He waited, watching her eyes until she reacted.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 20:25:40</strong>
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				Allan nodded. "Indeed."&nbsp; He even snorted at the 'monster' comment she made - surely her room couldn't be THAT bad.&nbsp; Following her to her room, he stepped inside after Marty.&nbsp; Looking around, he saw that it was a stark contrast to his own - save for a couple copies of the latest fleet weapons magazines, his was limited to the things he'd brought aboard, or had been issued.&nbsp; His was more a bunk and workspace than a room.<br><br>"Of course you did.&nbsp; Now, who should go first in the tattoo swap?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 20:35:53</strong>
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				"Kols's quarters"<br><br>"Yes, Sir" She croaked, pushing the skirt down past her hips til it dropped.&nbsp; Reaching behind, she undid the clasp on her bra, and wiggled the thin straps off her shoulder before pushing the pink panties down.&nbsp; She stood covering herself as well as she could, all silvery and pale but for her cheeks which were rosey.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 20:41:01</strong>
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				Kol's Quarters<br><br>He nodded, then reached out, moving her hands aside, his eyes searching her skin for any other Advent implants. After Several moments, he turned her around, his keen eyes looking over her back, before he checked her feet, then finally, he nodded. "Alright. two more spots I have to check, and you probably won't like it. Bend over, hands on your knees, and spread your legs."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 20:59:08</strong>
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				Shruging her shoulders she went to lift the bottom of her tank up, her back facing him "I can if you feel nervous about it." Holding the blue tank top in front of her chest, Marty allowed her neon green and blue angel wings to be displayed. <br><br>Shivering slightly from the coldness of her room Marty looked over her shoulder smiling "well what do you think of it?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 21:04:57</strong>
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				Kol's quarters &nbsp;<br><br>Kiri wanted to die right there on the spot.&nbsp; His initial search was not entirely a bad thing, but this?&nbsp; Eyes darting to the door, the girl wished she had run when she had half a chance or at least some clothes on.&nbsp; She turned her back to him as if to comply, but instead stood hugging her arms around her self as her body started to shiver.&nbsp; <br><br>"Please, Sir... I'm sure there isn't... " She left the sentence unfinished, because she wasn't sure.&nbsp; Not at all.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 21:07:30</strong>
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				Allan had thought that they would've done some sort of coin toss or something for this - so he was caught off-guard when she, rather nonchalantly, raised up her tank top, allowing the angel wings to be displayed.<br><br><em>Oh, gods...</em><br><br>He could feel himself blushing, and his hands slightly trembled.&nbsp; He wanted her to turn around - he wanted her to turn around RIGHT NOW, and show him her boobs.&nbsp; No!&nbsp; He didn't just want to see them, he wanted to FEEL them.&nbsp; His eyes dilated slightly, and his breathing became just a little heavier.<br><br>"It's, uh, uh...it's nice...uh, good...artistry..."<br><br><em>Oh god, make the torture stop.&nbsp; Make it stop right now.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 21:16:52</strong>
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				Kol's quarters<br><br>Kol stood up, moving to gently pat Kiri's shoulder. "I believe you. It's just that, as you recall from your training, I have to do this in such a way that I, personally, find displeasing. Honestly, I'd much rather not have you scared, trembling and cold, so, Why Don't you sit down for a moment?"<br><br>He guided her to the bed, where he sat her down gently, his large frame sitting down next to her. "Now, I'm going to ask some questions, and you can answer when you want to, but, at the same time, I have to check to make sure that the Advent didn't leave any implants inside you."<br><br>He smiled, his left hand petting her hair. "Do you have any advent technology like communicators, or computers with your gear?" His right hand moved gently, one finger slipping under her, then against her moist entrance, slowly easing in to avoid causing any pain, his blunt, but gentle fingertip rubbing her inner walls, probing deeply, searching.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 21:45:30</strong>
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				Noticing his stuttering Marty turns around, clutching the shirt in front of her body. "Hey are you alright? Oh I know its too cold in here right?" Lifting the top from in front of her, Marty momentarly flashed Allan her ample chest.<br><br>Placing the shirt back on as she went over to adjust the tempature in the room, "everyone always said I keep it too cold in here." Turning back around to face him, Marty smiled brightly at him "now it is your turn and no backing out Weps." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 21:57:46</strong>
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				Kol's quarters<br><br>When she heard him move toward her, she tensed.&nbsp; He had every right to be angry with her, she was lucky this was going as calmly as it was and something told her he was showing more mercy than his crew would.&nbsp; His genial tone and gentle manuvering got her easily to the bed.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>She listened to his questions, concentrating on the sound of his voice, feeling so small next to him, but strangely safe and protected.&nbsp; "Do you have any advent technology like communicators, or computers with your gear?" &nbsp;She tensed at the question right about the time he pressed a beefy finger inside her.&nbsp; Her eyes widened with surprise as a soft grunt escaped her lips.&nbsp; "Oh my" Kiri sighed and wondered that it was just a bit uncomfortable and not any great pain.<br><br>With a quick shake of her head, she blinked several times trying to recall his question.&nbsp; "YES!" came out in a rush of breath as his thick digit worked it's way through her tight slickness touched a particularly sensitive spot.&nbsp; "Yes, Sir. ahhh.. communications devvvice"&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 22:07:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kol nodded, pressing his finger deeper, the fingertip rubbing over Kiri's g-spot, then he paused, repeating the movement. "It seems I was right, little one. They placed.. something inside you, right, about... here." He poked again, his fingertip rubbing her G-spot, feeling her inner walls spasm and slick with her juices.<br><br>After a long moment, he pulls his finger out. "Go to Doctor Miller. I'll comlink her and inform her of what's going on, but this stays between us. Also, bring your communication device to me as soon as the Doctor's removed the Device inside you."<br><br>Kol paused, then smiled, patting her on the shoulder. "Now, I'm going to ask you one, final question. This situation poses a dilemma. I feel that you are loyal to the ship, and the crew, but the Advent might be trying to use your implant to 'listen in', or Spy upon the ship's supply lines, and internal stores."<br><br>He paused, frowning, his left hand resting on her shoulder, almost idly hugging her to him. "So, I have a dilemma. See, I can either relieve you of Duty, or I can transfer you to a position, roughly equal to your pay grade, with a private room, and consider you my adjutant."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 22:36:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Allan felt his eyes get wider when Marty flashed him her round, jiggly melons.&nbsp; As she went over to change the temperature, Allan wanted to tell her that the temperature change wasn't necessary, but she'd already adjusted it by the time his brain was coherent enough to say anything.<br><br>Then, hearing her tease about his tattoo, he prepared to respond.<br><br>Unfortunately, somehow, the translation got garbled in the process.<br><br>He MEANT to say: "Of course," turn around and lift his own shirt, so she could see the anchor on his back.<br><br>It came out as:<br><br>"Nice tits."<br><br>He heard the phrase, and felt his eyes go wide as dinner plates, and a vermillion blush cross his whole face.<br><br><em>Oh, god, I did not just say that.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirei</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 22:59:22</strong>
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				XOs Quarters<br><br>Cassandra gasped silently as Alistar grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head. He was much too strong for her to do any resistance about it, but she didn't really want to either. She kissed him back passionately and looked him into eyes, not being able to do much anything, being pinned down by a man almost twice her weight. She started to breathe a bit heavier as desire took over her body. "And I wasn't even being bad yet." She protested, not too seriously.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 23:09:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kol's quarters&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>As he delved inside her softness, he found a most sensitive spot and the girl couldn't countrol her reaction.&nbsp; When the world started a strange sort of spinning her hand flew out to grasping a wad of his shirt and she seemed to explode a little on the inside.&nbsp; She felt her self spasm and grip his finger tighter still, her breathing soft little pants.&nbsp; After a beat or two he pulled out and she realized his shirt was still in a near death grip and unclenched her fingers letting them slide down his hard body before pulling them back to her own lap.&nbsp; Kiri reddened, a little shocked at her response, and wondered if he noticed how much his search had effected her.&nbsp; <br><br>What had he said?&nbsp; The Doctor, she must report... that meant he found something after all.&nbsp; Taking a deep breath to settle her self, she scrambled to catch up with his conversation.&nbsp; Her communication pad; she might have tried to keep it if he didn't have his big finger inside her confusing her thoughts or if she didin't feel so betrayed by her own people.&nbsp; With his arm around her, that cold hard fact didn't hurt so much.&nbsp; The TEC&nbsp; had after all kept her safe for the last ten years.&nbsp; <br><br>"So, I have a dilemma. See, I can either relieve you of Duty, or I can transfer you to a position, roughly equal to your pay grade, with a private room, and consider you my adjutant."<br><br>"Relieved of duty?"&nbsp; The crew would wonder why, and he just might tell them.&nbsp; She wouldn't be safe relieved of duty.&nbsp; She brushed a thumb absently over her thigh while she weighed her options.&nbsp; On the other hand, a private room was just what a shy girl like her wanted and she would be close to him.&nbsp; For some reason that thought caused a stirring in her center that made her catch her breath.<br><br>"I'm sorry to have put you in this postion, Admiral Kol.&nbsp; It might be safer to assist you, i think.&nbsp; Rather than have the crew wondering why i am suddenly out of a job."&nbsp; Kiri was surprised at how matter of fact it was, maybe she was glad to no longer carry such a secret by herself.&nbsp; She craned her neck to look up at beard encrusted face, "And Admiral, I want you to know...&nbsp; I never got the chance to make contact"&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 23:10:47</strong>
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				XOs Quarters<br><br>Alistar smiled knowingly at Cassandra as her body responded to him and she protested his actions.&nbsp; "Consider it a precursor."&nbsp; He suggested, kissing her hungrily on the lips before he rather pointedly inserting himself into her.&nbsp; He pushed as far into her as he could go before kissing both of her nipples again in turn.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 23:11:18</strong>
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				<strong>Ansem Hyral: Personal quarters with Kris Fielding</strong><br><br>Ansem felt the muscle of his back go numb from aching pleasure despite the occasional painful slaps their bodies made against one another that resulted in a low groan. His hands gripped at her hips, forcing her to undulate once they made contact before sending her back up and down for another stroke. His Torso had arched back to allow him a good look of her full breast bounce in a wave like motion before impact, reversing its course in a continuous cycle. <br><strong>"Fuck...me...too..."</strong><br>He hissed through his clenched teeth, the corner of his mouth snarling like rabid animal, his eyes glazing over slowly. Another groan resulted on another slap, if no one saw them entering someone would sure as hell hear the impact of hand on ass. The desire to see her cum had him lasting far much longer than he could handle, feeling a pain deep within his testicles that was demanding release. The camera no longer existed, finally unable to control himself he felt himself explode wickedly inside of her, both hands ramming her down to the hilt one last time. His forehead pressed into her shoulder, his hand offering her one last slap. His hips thrust up into her, the muscles in his torso physically unable to lift her up as each wicked wave seemed to sap his strength. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 23:22:02</strong>
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				Kol nodded, patting Kiri on the shoulder. "Thank you for being honest with me. I'll write up your transfer into the position of Ship's adjutant. You will take direct orders from me, Rear Admiral Mckeon, and Captain Fielding, and I expect oyu will use your best judgment in carrying them out."<br><br>He smiled, gently taking her tiny right hand in his own, as he almost-felt her mind working to rationalize her decision to throw her lot in with the TEC. "Now, get dressed, and head down to Medical so Doctor Miller can remove the object I found. Doctor-patient confidentiality will prevent her from telling anyone else, so you can talk to her as much as you want."<br><br>He smiled, then stood up, gently pulling Kiri upright. "Your Quarters will be a few doors down from mine. I assume you'll want to transfer your gear to the room yourself. As for me, well... I think I'll go walk about the ship."<br><br>With that, he unlocked his room's door, and stepped outside, wearing his pants, his light shirt, and his old marine-issue combat boots, cutting an impressive figure even without his customary rank insignia as he walked to one of the hallways that ran the length of the warship, heading aft, towards engineering.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirei</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 23:23:39</strong>
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				XOs Quarters<br><br>Cassandra moaned silently as she kissed Alistar back lustfully. Her eyes closed and head tilted back as she felt his hard member inserting all the way into her tight, wet womanhood. She was a rather small woman and 'every hole in her body' was that as well. The moan escaping her lips as she opened her lips, was anything but silent one. His kissing sent pleasant shivers trough her body, making her arch her back a little bit. "Nnh... Yes... Alistar." She sighed out in pleasure.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 23:30:47</strong>
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				XOs Quarters<br><br>"Every hole tonight."&nbsp; Alistar said as he pumped Cassandra&nbsp; just once to enhance his desire.&nbsp; "I want to try your butt tonight too."&nbsp; He added, squeezing her wrists gently for emphasis.&nbsp; Without having to think about it, he rolled over so that she was straddling him and he released his grip on her wrists.&nbsp; "Ride me hard and put me away wet."&nbsp; He told her, his eyes fixed on hers.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirei</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 23:45:16</strong>
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				Cassandra gasped as Alistar spoke his mind about 'every hole' again. Though she gasped more from the thrust than his words. She nibbled her lip as he said it more specifically, saying he'd want to try her butt as well. She didn't say anything against it, not wanting to ruin the mood or disappoint him. She was a bit unsure and nervous about it.<br><br>She gasped again as he suddenly rolled, moving her to the top. "Yes sir." She said in response to his next words and laid her hands on his chest as she started to move her hips up and down, going up as far as possible without Alistars' member slipping out of her, before pushing herself hard down on him. all the time her eyes fixed to stare deep into his'.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 23:51:50</strong>
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				XOs Quarters<br><br>Alistar let his hands wander down to Cassandra's breasts, massaging them teasingly even as she began to ride him.&nbsp; "MMm....just like that."&nbsp; He bucked once in sheer pleasure as she rode him for what he perceived as all she was worth.&nbsp; His eyes never left hers, smiling lustfully as she obeyed his desire.<br><br>He concentrated on the feel of her body against his, for he knew it would take a while before his first release came and he wanted it inside of her when he did.&nbsp; His fingers teased her nipples one last time before he grabbed her hands, interlacing fingers with hers.&nbsp; "I'm going to...going to cum soon."&nbsp; He closed his eyes as the rush of his orgasm forced it's way out of his groin, a sudden explosion into her depths.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirei</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 00:05:40</strong>
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				XOs Quarters.<br><br>Cassandra felt his rod rubbing against her tight walls. She moved her hips in slightly circular manner while continuing to stare at him with her eyes, almost hypnotized by his gaze. Her body was filled with pleasure wave after wave, driving her toward her climax.<br><br>Her body was shining lightly from sweat as she moaned out loud, gasping as he teased her nipples, holding her hands to his as her muscles started to tense. She cried from pleasure as she climaxed just before him, clenching around his member, feeling him shoot deep inside her while her back arched, her body squirming from pleasure. She moved her hips up and down a few more times in irregular motion before leaning down to kiss him gently. "Was that hard enough for you?" She whispered to him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 00:11:00</strong>
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				XOs Quarters<br><br>"Yes it was."&nbsp; Alistar opened his eyes to look at Cassandra, smiling in a mix of pleasure and lust.&nbsp; He was hardly satisfied, in fact he expected it to be quite a while before he was.&nbsp; "I want you to suck me off and swallow it," he encouraged her.&nbsp; "And I want to taste you at the same time."<br><br>He rolled over again so that she would be on bottom during most of their intercourse.&nbsp; &nbsp;He scooted around so that his erection hung over her mouth then he lowered his head to lick her wetness lightly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 00:29:04</strong>
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				<strong>Main Medical Ward</strong><br><br>Cassies personal com-link blinked yellow, whilst making a small - but audiable - beeping sound. Picking it up, she recieved the call; from Kol, nodding briefly as he spoke - informing her of everything that had happened, making her realise wh it was her personal one he had contacted, rather than the main medical one, it was harder to listen in to. <br>"A...advent technology?" she queried - having expected that everyone would have been checked over for things like that beforehand - she had personally checked each and every one of them, and was curious as to how they got passed her detection. Kol told her. It was one of the few places she wouldn't have thought of checking, or have been allowed to check without sufficiant reason or authorisation; she was curious as to how he found it. She had only ever heard of them - having never seen one before, she had just assumed that the one on the back of Kiri's neck just happened to be an odd tattoo. Shaking her head, she continued to listen to what Admiral Kol was saying, smirking at the thought of being able to probe, prod, and generally explore Kiri at her pleasure.<br><br>"Alright Admiral" she nodded, "She hasn't arrived here yet, but I'll let you know when she does - I also assume that...because of the delicate nature of this, this will be classified, and none of the other crew will know?" she asked - knowing the meaning of doctor-patient confidentiality, but just making sure. Now all she had to do was wait for Kiri to arrive; it would also allow her to examine the marking on her back a little closer. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirei</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 00:30:17</strong>
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				XOs Quarters<br><br>Cassandra smiled to Alistar's response. Her lips parted a little bit as she listened to his 'suggestion.' She nodded in response. Her breathing was still heavy from the ride as she was rolled by him, so she would be on bottom again.<br><br>She looked up to see his erection glistening from her own fluids from earlier. She felt his tongue against her moist folds and her lips parted to moan from lust. She moved her head up, holding him by his hips with her hands while she kissed the tip of his member before wrapping her lips around it, twirling her tongue around the tip while sucking gently, but firmly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 00:33:10</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Kris Fielding : In Ansem Hyral's personal quarters</strong></div><br>She would get so caught up in her own pleasure that the occasional slap on her ass created a small pain that would center back onto what she was doing.&nbsp; &nbsp;keeping up the pace his words send a thrill down her spine.&nbsp; A thrill to see him cum beneath her.&nbsp; Feeling him tense up had her precariously close to orgasm, she was almost there, almost....and than he came hard into her, slamming her down, spilling his seed.&nbsp; Her finger dig reflexively into his skin, but she releases him after a moment.&nbsp; She had almost been there, so damn close.&nbsp; <br><br>The strain in her thighs from pushing herself up and down finally caught up with her and she swings one of her legs over so that she could lay flat on her back next to Hyral.&nbsp; Bringing one arm over so that she could cover her eyes from the light shining down, she groans slightly and than turns her face to look at Ansem.&nbsp; Although she hadn't reached her orgasm, her body still felt good, being filled with a hard cock being enough for the moment.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 00:35:48</strong>
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				XOs Quarters<br><br>Alistar smiled as Cassandra kissed his erection, resisting the temptation of sliding it into her mouth.&nbsp; Instead, he kissed where he'd licked just a moment before then closed his eyes to enjoy every second of her sucking him gently.&nbsp; "Yeah, that's the way I like it."&nbsp; He murmured before carefully licking her again, taking long and slow strokes.&nbsp; Oral was best after a quickie and when it lead to something more serious.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirei</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 00:44:24</strong>
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				XOs Quarters<br><br>Cassandra moaned as Alistar gave her long sweet licks. Her moans were muffled, sending vibrations along his shaft as she sucked it lust fully. She slowly lifted her head to allow it slide deeper, until she felt it hitting against the entrance of her throat. She started to move her head back and forth in a slow pace, slowly accelerating her speed and sucking harder. Her tongue rubbed along the underside of his shaft, twirling around the tip each time her head moved back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 00:48:28</strong>
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				XOs Quarters<br><br><br>"Do you want me to cum in your mouth or on your chest?"&nbsp; Alistar asked Cassandra as he grew near his orgasm.&nbsp; &nbsp;He pushed his tongue into her silken depths, trying to encourage her to orgasm again.&nbsp; He loved the feel of a woman when she had sex with him, even more so when she surrendered to her desires.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 00:52:50</strong>
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				Marty was stunned to say the least, her face a vivid red as she stared at Allan in shock and embarrassment. Trying to figure out what happened she wanted to hit her head in stupidity, she had flashed the poor guy. Fiddling with the small pendent around her neck she tried to think of something to say to him, but at the moment her mind was blank.<br><br>"Umm...w..well...I...uhh...Ihavetocheckthereactorokaybye!" Barreling past him at full speed, Marty didn't even try to make what she said sound logical all she knew is that she need to get out of the room and fast. Once in the hallway she didn't stop running her hair hiding her face from everyone that might be up and moving around as she headed toward the engineering room, not even realising she just left Allan in her room alone. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 00:53:03</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=47446.msg2258807#msg2258807">Quote from: Combicon on 22-09-2009, 00:29:04</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Alright Admiral" she nodded, "She hasn't arrived here yet, but I'll let you know when she does - I also assume that...because of the delicate nature of this, this will be classified, and none of the other crew will know?" she asked - knowing the meaning of doctor-patient confidentiality, but just making sure.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Engineering, Reactor Maintenance<br><br>Kol nodded slightly as he continued his measured walk, then spoke into the link. "Wholly classified. A lot of the crew remembers Nyeve just as well as I do, and they might not pause to react physically, which I cannot Condone in any measure. If you have any concerns after the examination, feel free to comm me, though it would be better if we talked in person."<br><br>He toggled off his commlink then walked over to one of the fusion reactors, noticing that it had been taken off the main grid for a test, and walked over to the Crew that was manhandling several sections of plating to replace some scored shielding around the rector's core. The shielding, a ceramic-steel composite, was molded into curved sheets that each weighed close to 600 pounds, so, when one began to Slip, Kol moved, pushing towards the plate and pressing one shoulder up underneath it, preventing the heavy composite from hitting the deck. Shifting so the weight was spread evenly across his shoulders, his left hand pointed at men as he spoke quickly. "Alright.... you, you and you, re-secure the hoist. Make sure it's using the Seven-ton test cable, then get the hoist ready to lift it into position. If this thing hits the deck it'll chip, and then we'll get all sorts of nasty flow from the reactor through the cracks."<br><br>Carefully, the Crew worked together, securing, then raising the composite shield into place, foot-long bolts being threaded into the reactor to secure the Shielding in place around the reactor's core. Kol nodded, helping where he could, while parts of the engineering Crew took time to sneak peeks at the ship's commander helping manually fix a reactor like he had been a mechanic before he had even picked up a gun. Only after they were finished did Kol move to the digital readings, Checking on the Ship's antimatter containment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirei</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 00:58:48</strong>
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				XOs Quarters<br><br>Cassandra moved her head and gasped slightly for breath. "Feed me with your seed, rear admiral." She said with a smile. Her lips parted hand hips lifted slightly from his licking, as if to rub herself against his tongue as her pleasure took over her body,making her move instinctively. She moved her lips around his manhood against, sucking it firmly as she moved her head up and down until she felt her body arch from the erupting pleasure as she climaxed again, her fluids running from her moist sex while she could hardly concentrate on the sucking anymore, moaning against the erection in her mouth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 01:00:09</strong>
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				As soon as Ever's first task was completed and the ship in optimal positioning, her job was essentially finished. She sat on edge, prepared for anything the Admiral may have needed, but all was well. Ever turned the monitors off as they began to distract her, and sat, realigning the ship's course once more as she felt the battle cease.<br><br>Ever stood, stretching her tensed muscles languidly. She asked the computer for the Admiral's whereabouts and saw he as in the engineering rooms, and walked over to see him, wondering how the battle went and what casualties, hopefully none, we had. She opened the door, and looked around the room for him, but couldn't exactly see through all the equipment. <br><br>"Admiral Kol?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 01:02:25</strong>
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				XOs Quarters<br><br>Alistar lifted his lips from Cassandra, closing his eyes to concentrate better on the feeling of her tongue on his erection.&nbsp; He whimpered involuntarily as his release came, oral being his one weak point when it came to sex.&nbsp; A good blowjob could get him inclined to do things he might not necessarily do.&nbsp; "Suck me dry, lover."&nbsp; He moaned happily, letting his seed flow freely.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirei</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 01:08:35</strong>
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				XOs Quarters<br><br><em>'You name it'</em> Cassandra thought as she felt his seed filling her mouth. Se swallowed the first portion of it before suckling him hard, to milk out every last drop out of him. She sucked and licked his member clean of all fluids, making sure to swallow it all. "Tasty..." She said and grinned after moving her head back, licking her lips. "That was awesome Alistar..." She sighed, giving one more kiss to the tip of his member.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 01:09:37</strong>
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				Panting loudly as she reached the engineering station she tried to catch her breath, her face still flushed from the incident. Walking in she waved to a few guys heading toward the console to read the levels of the anitmatter only finding a giant at the panel, confused and slightly alarmed at the guys sudden appearance she said the only thing that came to mind. <br><br>"Hey pops I don't think I remember seeing you before." Walking up next to the man Marty nearly freaked out seeing that it was Kol, "ah! Sir I didn't know it was you..." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 01:13:00</strong>
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				XOs Quarters<br><br>Alistar turned back around on the bed, gather Cassandra against him.&nbsp; While he still had an erection, he wanted to cuddle a little bit before they continued.&nbsp; "It was fabulous."&nbsp; He agreed, kissing her firmly on the mouth without hesitation.&nbsp; "And the best part is that we're not even done yet."&nbsp; He smiled at her, brushing a stray lock of hair back into place out of her face.<br><br>He let one hand wander along her side and along her delicious thigh/hips.&nbsp; In no hurry to continue, he even rubbed her butt playfully.&nbsp; He kissed her several times as he cuddled with her, thoroughly enjoying the sheer sensuality of the moment.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 01:16:10</strong>
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				Kol chuckled slightly, picking up a clean rag to wipe his hands of grease. "Nice to see you too, Commander. Good work regarding keeping the ship running. Also, it looks like the Antimatter containment is still at full power, but I'd like it if someone can inspect the casing, just in case. Also, if they can hook up the feeds for the Adaptive Forcefield system, to enhance the ship's shields, and the Flak cannons, I'd greatly appreciate it. That job should take about Five or six people, so tell the ones that'll get the job done right, not fast."<br><br>He smiled, then looked at Marty. "So, what brought you down here in such a rush? I'd think that you would have checked Containment as soon as the cannon fired in the battle we had."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirei</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 01:22:15</strong>
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				XOs Quarters<br><br>Cassandra smiled as she pressed her body lightly against Alistars'. She felt her erection poking slightly against her as she kissed him back, answering to the kiss passionately. She smiled back at him, despite being a bit nervous about what was about to come. <br><br>Her hand slid along his side, moving to his back and gently sliding her nails against his skin. She enjoyed kissing and cuddling with him, while relaxing herself, trying to get rid of her nervousness. She enjoyed giving him the control and was prone to let him do things she hadn't let others do to her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 01:24:34</strong>
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				Looking over her shoulder she glared at a small group of guys behind her, "I thought sir that my men where watching the antimatter but it seems I was mistaken I'm sorry sir." Pausing for a few moments Marty turned around and practically yelled at them "don't act like you didn't hear the Admiral now get to work!"&nbsp; Hearing the men scramble and grab their tools Marty bit back a small chuckle as they ran to go do the job they should have done hours ago.<br><br>Blushing at his question she looked down at the panel, "Ah...yes....I was in a rush to check the containment." Nodding her head nervously Marty laughed nervously hoping he would buy her excuse for running down to engineering.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 01:26:10</strong>
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				XOs Quarters<br><br>Alistar's explorations of Cassandra's body eventually faded out and he simply clasped her body against his.&nbsp; He gave her another kiss, this one both lingering and tender.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I think we both needed that."&nbsp; He moved her hand just a bit to rest on his erection.&nbsp; He then cupped one of her breasts in his hand and smiled at her.&nbsp; "Can I assume that you'll be spending the night?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 01:28:45</strong>
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				Kol smiled, and patted Marty on the shoulder. "Don't let it get to you. Just remember, if the crew likes you, and sees you doing things that they do, then you're unlikely to have any problems."<br><br>He paused, scratching his chin for a moment as he thought about her response to her mad dash, then nodded. "Well, don't overwork yourself. head to an officer's lounge and have a drink or a light meal."<br><br>Quietly he turned, walking away, when he nearly bumped into his Navigator. "Hello Lieutenant. What brings you down here?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 01:38:36</strong>
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				Falling forward a bit as Kol patted her on the shoulder she tried to straighten herself up, "yes sir I'll remember that." Relaxing as he left Marty was glad that he bought her story cause there was no way she would have been able to tell Kol that she just randomly accidentaly flashed a guy in her room, wait her room. <br><br>"SHIT!" Cursing loudly Marty quickly recalled leaving Allan in her room, hitting her forehead several times with the palm of her hand as she chanted the word idiot to herself a couple of times. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirei</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 01:39:16</strong>
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				XOs Quarters<br><br>Cassandra wrapped her hands around him and hugged him, kissing him back, savouring the moment. She felt him move her hand on his erection and gave it a slight caress. "I did for sure, I can feel how my morale is building up all the time" She said to his first comment, chuckling a bit. "I think you would be safe to assume that way." Was her reply to his question.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 01:42:06</strong>
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				<strong>Ansem Hyral: Personal quarters with Kris Fielding. </strong><br><br>Ansem's took in a few deep breaths, maximizing his lung capacity before he looked over to Kris on the bed next to him laying back. His attention went to the swollen lips between her thighs, running his finger over the engorged bud popping out and aching for attention. He knew she had not had the same mind blanking orgasm he just had, a dull sting began to fester at the mild ego maniac, all pilots were a certain degree. <br><strong>"You're body is amazing Kris..." </strong><br>His fingers moved up her body as he leaned back and propped himself up on his left elbow, the finger tips of his right hand dancing along her skin. <br><strong>"Tight in all the right places..."</strong><br>He cut himself off as he ran across one of the nipples, giving ir a playful tug before the hand covered the mound. Offering her a smile, he let his hands and eyes play and explore over her skin. Remembering the red flashing light on the helmet he had to think of a way to cover it or hide that he knew about the recording. Moving his hand between her thighs, if his cock would not push her over the edge he would do it manually. His fingers pushed into her depths, finding evidence of his orgasm starting to trickle out slowly. Coating his finger in the slick juices he slid the two fingers up and began stimulating the bud again. <br><strong>"I know you didn't cum yet...I can't have you walking out that door until you do..." </strong><br>Ansem whispered at her lowly, smiling coyly. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 01:44:44</strong>
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				XOs Quarters<br><br>Alistar smiled then kissed Cassandra lightly as she answered his question.&nbsp; He rubbed her nipple with his thumb then kissed the tip of her nose.&nbsp; "Feeling brave enough to try it from behind?"&nbsp; He asked, feeling that they'd rested enough.&nbsp; He really did want to try anal and didn't want to wait any longer because he just might loose his nerve after all.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirei</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 01:49:45</strong>
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				XOs Quarters<br><br>Cassandra let out a silent sigh of pleasure as Alistar played with her nipple. She giggled a bit as he kissed the tip of her nose. She went silent for a little moment after his question before opening her mouth. "I... Guess so." She said and smiled at him. "You know... I've not done it before... Be gentle will you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 01:53:07</strong>
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				XOs Quarters<br><br>Alistar gave Cassandra a soft yet tender kiss.&nbsp; "I haven't done it before either, so I'll be very careful."&nbsp; He promised as he relaxed his embrace on her.&nbsp; "I want to do this before I loose my nerve."&nbsp; He kissed her nose lightly again then smiled nervously to her.&nbsp; "Get on your hands and knees, okay?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 01:56:59</strong>
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				Kiri watched him unlock and step out of the door.&nbsp; Locked?&nbsp; When did he manage that she wondered as she redressed.&nbsp; She sat on the edge of his bed to pull her boots on and looked around wondering why the man had just left an Advent spy in his quarters without a second look; he must be awfully sure of himself.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Slipping out his door she wished she could find her new quarters and take a shower but thought better of it.&nbsp; He wanted what ever was in her out, so the doctor came first.&nbsp; In the brief pause when the door slid open in a soft whoosh, Kiri started to get a little concerned about the reaction the doctor would get when she went searching for it.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirei</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 02:02:57</strong>
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				XOs Quarters<br><br>Cassandra kissed Alistar on the lips before she moved onto her hands and knees after Alistar had confirmed he would be careful. She giggled a bit as Alistars' nervousness made her actually more relaxed. "You know, you are kind of cute when you are nervous." She said to him teasingly, while moving her legs slightly apart and moving her head down, her elbows touching the bed as she wiggled her butt playfully in attempt to make him feel less nervous about it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 02:05:46</strong>
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				XOs Quarters<br><br>Alistar couldn't resist giving Cassandra a playful swat on the rear in response.&nbsp; He climbed out of bed, fully aroused again at the thought of being inside of her again.&nbsp; He knelt behind her, rubbing her butt cheeks soothingly before he pressed the head of his erection against her behind.&nbsp; "Ready?"&nbsp; He asked when he was positioned to enter her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 02:06:31</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Kris Fielding : In Ansem Hyral's personal quarters</strong></div> <br><br>She watched him a moment, while his fingers roamed over her skin.&nbsp; Sending him a wicked grin, about to say something about it still feeling good, when a long groan of pleasure was released, her hands clenching into his bed sheets, and her eyes closed in concentration.&nbsp; She could feel an almost intense pleasure bordering on pain build up where his hands rubbed against her clit.&nbsp; And just like that, her oversensitive sex contracted, her body stiffened, and a cry was ripped out of her throat as she was thrown over the edge.<br><br>Panting slightly, her hips moving against his hands, a throaty laugh of pleasure breaks out, and she falls back onto the bed exhausted from the intense pleasure that had ripped over her body.&nbsp; She bites her lip, another chuckle escaping.<br><br>"I...Wow that was...."&nbsp; She didn't get the chance to finish her sentence when a blinking red light caught her attention.<br><br>"What's that?"&nbsp; She had a slight suspicion of what it was, but she was hoping to the stars that it wasn't a transmitter.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 02:14:44</strong>
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				CIC<br><br>Every Junior officer in CIC was loudly cheering as Captain Fielding Finally came, Dispelling rumours that she had an Iceberg hiding in her vagina.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirei</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 02:25:00</strong>
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				XOs Quarters<br><br>Cassandra moaned from desire and her body shifted a little as Alistar swatted her on the rear. She closed her eyes as she felt him adjust himself behind him, she relaxed her body to her best effort, slightly afraid of the coming pain, but still wanting to try it. She pressed her butt lightly against the tip of his shaft before responding. "Yes, I'm ready for you."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 02:26:28</strong>
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				<strong>Main Medical Ward</strong><br>Turning around when she heard the door open, and footsteps patter in, she smiled lightly at Kiri.<br>Com-linking Kol, she said two words; "She's here" before ending the communication. <br>"Hey Kiri" she smiled, "So...I doubt we'd want to keep Kol waiting, right?" although it was phrased as a question, her tone-of-voice made it sound otherwise. <br>Walking over to one of the wall-mounted consoles, she pressed some keys, and the same type of bed descended from the wall. Pressing a few more buttons; a frosted plastic sheet appeared from the wall; four or five foot away from the bed itself - running on a track that was on the ceiling, circling the bed. <br><br>Motioning for Kiri to come over, "I'll go get you a gown" she said - a little sympathetically before moving off. Coming back a few moments later, she handed Kiri the gown, "Change into this please, I know it's not much, but it covers everything" she shrugged, beginning to pull the frosted plastic sheet around the bed. "Tell me when you've done that - then can you get on the bed?" she added; leaving the almost-enclosed space and standing just outside - waiting for her to give a signal. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 02:43:20</strong>
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				Main Medical Ward<br><br>Kiri smile tentatively after the Dr Miller spoke with the Admiral.&nbsp; He was certainly keeping close tabs on her.&nbsp; The young woman was friendly enough and seemed to want to get the whole thing over with, much to Kiri's relief.&nbsp; The girl watched the doctor move around and noted how pretty she was; a smart, strong woman was Advent material she thought wryly.&nbsp; <br><br>Naked again under the light gown, she slid her but up on the examination table and called out.&nbsp; "I'm ready for you, Doctor.'<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 02:47:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				XOs Quarters<br><br>Alistar nodded to Cassandra's affirmation, mentally bracing himself.&nbsp; He took a deep breath before he spoke.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Here goes."&nbsp; He said, deliberately pushing his erection into her waiting behind.&nbsp; He made himself continue until he was in all the way to his balls.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 02:48:40</strong>
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				<strong>Ansem Hyral's quarters</strong><br><br>He looked up and spotted the helmet, acting oblivious at first. <br><strong>"That's the flight suit helmet nothing important." </strong><br>Rolling off the bed he walked towards it, giving every junior officer in the CIC a full screen Ansem Hyral cock. Picking up the helmet, he pivoted it to face him, inspecting it closely. <br><strong>"Looks like I forgot to turn off the life support sensor."</strong><br>His quickly transferred any of the video to his personal hard drive before flashing the camera a smirk, the signal went dead after that and the helmet returned to its previous resting place. Walking over to her uniform, he picked them up and glanced up at her. <br><strong>"Hope you don't mind, I'll cover you after I pay a visit to the quarter master." </strong><br>It took him a few moments to dig two cigarettes from her box and the lighter, placing both between his lips, joining her once more on the bed. Once settled, he lit both of them and offered her one to end the night on a final good note as far as he was concerned. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirei</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 02:52:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				XOs Quarters<br><br>Cassandra gasped as she felt Alistar's manhood starting to push in. She let out a moan that was mixture of pain and desire as she continued to pust hrough her tight pucker. She hadn't even played around with that part of her body and the sensation was completely new to her. She gasped for breath and bit her teeth together, trying to relax her behind for him. "Ngh... It's good..." She moaned out, for now it hurt more than it did good, but she was starting to get adjusted to the feeling.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 02:55:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ever looked to the Admiral quietly, waiting as he finished his conversation. "I just came down to say the flight path is back on track and to find out what all the fuss was about. I know I didn't sound an alarm by mistake, but I turned my displays off to concentrate," she coughed, having turned them on later briefly, only to kill their power as a few...private matters had been onscreen. "and don't really know just what exactly happened."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 02:59:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kol smiled, and nodded. "Well, the short version is that Four frigates thought they could take us on. The long version is scattered at the edge of the gravity well, getting picked up by Rescue Ships from the planet."<br><br>He chuckled slightly, and looked at her. "By the way, good thinking rolling the ship when the enemy frigates tried to slide past us. Just... don't do it again unless we really need to, Alright?"<br><br>He then started walking towards the bow of the ship, nearly three kilometres away. "Walk with me, please, Lieutenant. I'd like to know a bit more about you, and why you chose to serve in the military, because, honestly, you don't seem the military sort."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 03:00:25</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Kris Fielding : In Ansem Hyral's quarters </strong></div>She watched him, her eyes narrowed for a moment, weighing if he sounded truthful or not.&nbsp; But than shrugged, why wouldn't she believe him.&nbsp; She reached out her hand for the cigarette, but didn't light it.<br><br>"You know we're not supposed to smoke here.&nbsp; But I think I can overlook it this one time."&nbsp; Smiling she pushes herself up and off the bed, walking towards her clothes.&nbsp; While she buttoned up her blouse and slipped into her jacket she looked around a moment for her panties before slipping them on and straightening out her skirt.<br><br>"I thin I'll be heading out now, thanks for the good time.&nbsp; I trust you'll keep this to yourself."&nbsp; The last was more of a statement than a question and with that she walked out.&nbsp; Heading to her room so that she could have a quick shower before going over some reports from the day.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 03:07:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ever nodded, smiling sheepishly at his request. "I'll try my best not to, Sir." She took all the battle information in, though most of it was over her head. A fighter she was not. As she turned to go she heard his order that she follow, and turned, sighing imperceptibly. <br><br>"I'd like to know a bit more about you, and why you chose to serve in the military, because, honestly, you don't seem the military sort."<br><br>Ever nodded, having heard it many times before by her teachers. "I'm a military brat, my father was a low ranking lieutenant, but he made me go to military training. When I was there, I learned about flying, navigating, and I had my niche."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 03:13:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kol nodded, smiling. "Aeronautics and Navigation were never my strong suit. I was a more hands-on type of person when I was your age."<br><br>He paused, then chuckled. "Would you believe that I used to be a marine? One of the poor suckers at the front lines of 'Go into such-and-such a ship and shoot anyone that shoots you'? In retrospect, I must have been crazy to do that."<br><br>His short trip down Memory lane over with, he looked at her again. "Y'know, when this war is over, I hope people, like you, can help rebuild what we've lost. I'm too old, and have spent too long fighting. Can barely remember what to do when not in battle. You, though, you have a Future that you can look forward to."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 03:17:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ever wrinkled her nose behind his back. "I'm no fighter. Definitely. My skill is in moving this space craft, and I almost failed every other physical class. It always seemed like I had an extreme either like or dislike from my teachers. The physical teachers hated me, but the academic teachers thought I was a star. I couldn't have cared less, as long as I got to fly." <br><br>She stared him down unintentionally as he spoke, though she did not think that many of the people on this craft would live long enough in battle to make any impact on the futures of others back home, she nodded, seemingly agreeing with the Admiral.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 03:20:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kol Smiled, and patted her shoulder. "Forgive my ramblings. Anyhow, you should go and get something to drink, and take some time to relax. If you would like to talk later, you know my commlink code to reach me."<br><br>He then walked off, quietly, but briskly, easily avoiding other crew members.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 03:23:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Ansem Hyral's Quarters, Status- Sleep </strong><br><br>He enjoyed watching her dress, nodding at her words when he mentioned keeping it a secret between them. As far as he was concerned they were still off duty, leaning forward he gave her assma slap good bye. <br><strong>"Good night beautiful." </strong><br>Once she was gone, he quickly jumped into the shower and dried off, slipping into bed nude. He passed out after setting the alarm early, planning on meeting his pilots before any morning officer meeting if they called one. He had plenty of work to do the next day and he had a feeling it was going to be done with a smile across his face. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 03:24:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				XOs Quarters<br><br>Alistar held still, allowing Cassandra to catch her breath.&nbsp; His fingers were gentle as he caressed her hips and buttocks.&nbsp; &nbsp;He waited a few moments, trying to read her body language, waiting until she was physically and mentally ready before continuing.&nbsp; &nbsp;He began a slow, rhythmic pumping as he steadily screwed her in the ass.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirei</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 03:33:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				XOs Quarters<br><br>Cassandra felt herself managing to slowly relax around the intruding member and the feeling swithced slowly from painful to good. It wasn't like there wasn't any pain, but she begun to enjoy it as he started to thrust back and forth. She moaned each time he pushed his manhood deep inside her ass. Her hands gripped tightly to the bed sheets as the mixture of pain and pleasure started filling her body. It was something completely new to her and the feeling was very intense.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 03:37:02</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Kris Fielding : Walking to her room<br></strong></div>She walked in the direction of her room, silently passing officers thinking over the last few hours.&nbsp; She wouldn't lie, it had been good.&nbsp; And it had been so long since she had last had sex that her body was still humming in pleasure.&nbsp; But the fact remained that she was one of his commanding officers, and she had just done something that she had sworn to herself she wouldn't do again.&nbsp; <br><br>"Fuck"&nbsp; the exclamation was uttered low so only her ears could hear it.&nbsp; What had she just done?!&nbsp; The last time she had fraternized inappropriately with another officer the consequences had been bad, really bad. She had loved her last post, her last job; people respected her, and left her alone for the majority of her time. But than she had been caught sucking off her last vice-admiral, the jackass hadn't even closed the door!&nbsp; And&nbsp; that had been it, she was transported here, to this ship where the only person she really talked to off hours was the guy she had just fucked; and she was lucky she still held her rank.&nbsp; <br><br>Fuck it all, she needed a hard drink and a hot shower.&nbsp; As long as no body found out about her latest indiscretion everything would be fine.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 03:44:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				CIC Mainframe Room<br><br>The petty officer knew he probably shouldn't do it, but, he figured 'you only live once'. A few seconds later, everyone's Comlink beeped, except for certain officers, and even more senior officers, informing the entire crew that they had mail. Twenty minutes later, the entire ship practically erupted into Cheers, Whistles, and Applause.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 03:54:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As she neared her room she let out a sigh of relief and palmed her door open.&nbsp; She shrugged off her clothes as she made her way to the shower, looking at her discarded clothes in disgust.&nbsp; When she finally slipped under the warm spray of her shower, she let her head fall and rest against the heated wall of the shower.&nbsp; <br><br>As she scrubbed the past few hours off her body she finally felt clean and stepped out, heading for her closet and her regular uniform.&nbsp; Finally sure that she was fine she left to go and check on the repairs she had ordered earlier.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 04:03:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				CIC; Damage Control<br><br>The electrical engineer was working quietly on diagnosing the issue with the Damage control system, small datapad in one hand, electrical probe in the other, and poking at various circuit boards within the computer to see if any of them had flaked out.<br><br>Whistling quietly to himself, he paused, then chuckled, looking at the actual problem, and pulled a cross-fed wire loose, connecting the wire to its proper attachment on the computer's mainboard. A quick diagnostic check on the Computer shows that everything was now working as it should, and that his job was complete.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 04:19:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Marty quick look at your comlink...FAST!" Pulling out the beeping device she gazed down at, a loud scream erupting from her mouth. Shutting off the her face a bright red at what she saw, hearing several guys yelling and wish how it was them with the woman on the comlink instead, she let out another groan her cheeks still flushed from the memory. Rubbing her head with her thumb and forefinger she slowly walked out of the engineering station a few guys asking if she was alright, Marty just waving them off saying she need to get some air. <br><br>As she made her way into the hallway Marty just started walking around aimlessly, trying to forget the image she just saw. Singing softly to herself as she walked down a empty corridor, she stared out one of the window.Happy with just watching the stars for a while.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 04:23:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=47446.msg2258867#msg2258867">Quote from: Alysanthia on 22-09-2009, 00:52:50</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Marty was stunned to say the least, her face a vivid red as she stared at Allan in shock and embarrassment. Trying to figure out what happened she wanted to hit her head in stupidity, she had flashed the poor guy. Fiddling with the small pendent around her neck she tried to think of something to say to him, but at the moment her mind was blank.<br><br>"Umm...w..well...I...uhh...Ihavetocheckthereactorokaybye!" Barreling past him at full speed, Marty didn't even try to make what she said sound logical all she knew is that she need to get out of the room and fast. Once in the hallway she didn't stop running her hair hiding her face from everyone that might be up and moving around as she headed toward the engineering room, not even realising she just left Allan in her room alone.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Allan, too stunned by his own words, failed to react when Marty left the room.&nbsp; By the time his thoughts were collected, she was long gone.&nbsp; Sitting down on the bed, he went over his options.&nbsp; He could stay here, and wait for her to come back - she would have to eventually.&nbsp; He could go down to Engineering, and try and confront her.&nbsp; He could...no, he couldn't.&nbsp; He couldn't just ignore this, go back to his room, and pretend it didn't happen.&nbsp; Well, no time like the present to try and fix things.&nbsp; <br><br>He headed down to Engineering, checking the corridors around it, hoping to find the Chief Engineer.&nbsp; And, as luck would have it, he did.&nbsp; Now, he just tried to sneak up quietly on her - if she knew he was here, she might not want to stay.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 04:40:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Leaning her head against the cool glass she continued to sing softly, the one thing that everyone teased her about was her love of music saying it was the only thing keeping her girlie. Letting out a small sigh she wondered if Allan would even want to talk to her again after what happened. <br><br>Turning around to head back to either her room or a officer's lounge she paused in mid step, Marty blushing brightly saw him in front of her, "Weps...I mean Lt. Welles...I uh...Hi?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 04:45:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Allan was just a few feet away when she turned around, looking right at him.<br><br><em>Well, bugger.</em><br><br>Holding up a finger, he said: "Marty, I told you.&nbsp; Weps, not Lt. Welles, please, okay?&nbsp; And, for what it's worth, I did not mean to say that out loud.&nbsp; Now, I have a question for you: do you still want to see my tattoo?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 05:15:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As she entered the CIC, a loud bout of whistling and clapping broke out around, it startled her into stopping in her tracks.&nbsp; Her gaze sweeping out across the smirking faces.<br><br>"And what the hell is so entertaining that your all not at your jobs?" No one gave an answer, but there where a few snickers among the people.<br><br>"If non of you will tell me than get the fuck back to work now!"&nbsp; She really didn't need this right now, she already had a lot on her mind and now everyone chose to be insolent.&nbsp; Damn idiotic crew needed their asses kicked.&nbsp; Her temper only got worse as she walked past the still smirking faces.&nbsp; But picked up slightly when she saw that the computer was fixed as per instructed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 05:25:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				XOs Quarters<br><br>Alistar relaxed and began to enjoy the feeling of taking Cassandra in the butt, finding it as pleasurable as more traditional positions.&nbsp; "How long do you want to continue with this?"&nbsp; He asked, knowing that this was a new position for them.&nbsp; Otherwise, he'd have simply fucked her senseless.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 05:48:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				About to say a million things to the person in front of her, Marty quickly closed her mouth as he held up his finger. Nodding her head slowly as he corrected her addressing of him she could easily tell her face was a bright vivid red, leaning up against the cold wall she thought for a moment before answering him. <br><br>Bitting her lip nervously she looked down at the floor, "Weps...I'm really sorry about flashing you and I would really like to see your tattoo. I'm just really sorry..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 06:12:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Allan smiled.&nbsp; "It's...okay, really.&nbsp; A bit of a surprise, sure, but it's okay."&nbsp; Allan could say more, but he thought that telling her that she did exactly what he wanted would possibly damage what he was trying to do.&nbsp; <br><br>"In fact, it's sort of...cool, what you did. I would have a lot of trouble doing something like that - I'm not very confident with my body, and such.&nbsp; Now, what do you say we go back to you-know-where, and finish what we started?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 06:49:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiling weakly Marty was glad he wasn't put off by the accident, walking toward her room she tried to control the blushing. Forcing herself not to glance behind her, Marty kept looking forward. Surprised by his words she had to voice her curiosity, "why aren't you confident with your body? I mean you are very good looking Weps..." <br><br>Pausing in front of her door Marty turned to face him leaning up against the door "I'm glad your still talking to me Weps, I don't really have a lot of friends on the ship and..." Shaking her head Marty quickly ducked into her room. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 06:58:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hearing her ask why he didn't think of himself as good-looking, he replied:&nbsp; "Well, put it this way.&nbsp; When you grow up surrounded by big, muscular guys, and you're a thin drink of water like me...you wonder how attractive you really are..."<br><br>Reaching the door, Allan tried to reassure her: "Marty, I'm not going to let some incident like that throw me."&nbsp; Stepping inside, and hearing the door hiss closed behind him, he turned around, showing her his back.<br><br>"No laughing, now..."<br><br>He gripped the bottom of the tight T-shirt, and slowly worked it upwards, until it was at his shoulders.&nbsp; Allan then stripped it completely off, holding it in his left hand.&nbsp; His tattoo now exposed, Marty would be able to see it.<br><br>It was done all in black, was about the size of his head, and was located on his left shoulder.&nbsp; The tattoo depicted an ancient anchor, with the words "RODGER YOUNG" written above the anchor prongs, with RODGER on the left side of the main shaft, and YOUNG on the right side.&nbsp; Below the anchor was written PANDAEMONIUM.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 15:37:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kol moved into the forward gymnasium, not surprised to see a Dozen marines working out, sparring, and acting like a small, cohesive team as he moved to the bench weights, one particularly large marine immediately heading over and offering to spot for him. Kol smiled slightly and nodded his assent, then set up the weights on the bench as he liked, nearly three hundred pounds hanging off the weight bar as he laid down and started doing reps with practiced ease.<br><br>After a Dozen reps, he paused, replacing the bar on its hooks, and added another fifty pounds, before repeating the process, feeling the burn in his arms and shoulders as he was nearly at the threshold for his own stamina and strength lifting that much, though the workout was relaxing, in a way, even as the other marines continued their own excercises.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 16:51:29</strong>
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				When Kiri spoke, Cassie stuck her head into the area, "Alright, I'll be back in a moment. Just wait here, I've got to go get some equipment" she nodded before walking away from the area; going over to the same compartment that held the scanner that was used on Kol earlier. Taking out several items (including the scanner), she placed them all on a medical trolley before closing the compartment, and making her way back to where she had left Kiri; her slightly blurred shape visible from outside of the area - but not much more could be seen than that.<br><br>Entering it through the gap she had left earlier - she closed the area fully; the side of the frosted plastic separator that she had just closed was held against the wall; presumably with a magnetic device, meaning it couldn't and wouldn't be opened unintentionally. "Do you know when you got these devices?" she asked - quite interested in them, and was hoping that Kiri wouldn't mind talking about it, as well as hoping that it would start up some smalltalk, making them both feel less uncomfortable about the whole ordeal. Reaching under the bed, she unfolded two stirrups; which clicked when they were in place; securing themselves, and making sure they wouldn't fold way until they weren't going to be used. "Feet up here" she requested, patting the stirrups.<br><br>Gently grasping the bottom of the gown, she folded it over slowly; revealing Kiri's crotch, and a few inches of her stomach. Picking up a face mask, she slipped it over her mouth; the elasticated straps sitting uncomfortably around her ears before pulling on a pair of plastic white medical gloves. "It's no wonder you got away with it - you're pretty; if anyone had decided to search you, it wouldn't have been to hard for you to call sexual abuse" she smiled; most of it was hidden behind the mask.<br>"I'm sure this will be a tad uncomfortable - but I'll try to be done with this as fast as possible" she said, picking up a speculum from the trolley - the ship having automatically pre-warmed most of the devices that needed to be inserted into the body - not that it would have been hard to cool it down if needed. <br><br>Taking a tube of KY-jelly, she squeezed a blob onto each of the bills, before spreading the jelly across the metal. Placing another blob onto her fingers, she moved it closer to Kiri's crotch, wiping the lubricant over the soft lips, and then wiping the gloves fingers with a tissue. Placing the Speculum back onto the heating-pad, she held out her index finger; placing it against Kiri's crotch; she pushed in, the plastic glove probably not making it feel any better for Kiri. Feeling around, almost in the same way that Kol had done - but her fingers were probably a lot more slender and delicate. It took a moment or two for her finger to find the g-spot; before gently probing it; seeing if she could feel any anomaly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 18:30:38</strong>
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				Main Medical Ward<br><br>Kiri sat with her bare feet dangling off the examination table, fingers wrapped around the edge as she leaned a bit forward.&nbsp; When the doctor stepped to the inside of the curtain the girl sat up straight and moved her hands to her lap.<br><br>"Do you know when you got these devices?"&nbsp; &nbsp;Taking a moment to think back, Kiri’s eyes followed the woman as she moved until she pulled out the stirrups.&nbsp; "Feet up here."&nbsp; &nbsp;With the slightest of hesitations, the girl lay back and lifted her feet, the doctors easy manner making the embarrassment on her face just a pretty pink glow.&nbsp; "I was dropped off at the age of twelve, Ma'am and have not seen my people...&nbsp; errr any Advent since."&nbsp; "It's no wonder you got away with it - you're pretty…” &nbsp;At that the silver haired girl warmed.&nbsp; She’d always been drawn to attractive smart women, assuming it was the Advent genes she carried.<br><br>“Ma’am.. truly, I didn’t know.”&nbsp; Though she was beginning to, if only because of the way Kol had found it.&nbsp; "I was instructed to wait, until i might be called to service, among the TEC and not… ummm… fraternize.”&nbsp; The last deepened the heat on her cheeks and Kiri hoped the doctor couldn’t see from her vantage point.&nbsp; She hadn’t really fraternized with the Admiral, though the idea of reliving the sensations of his body search caused a slight flutter low in her belly.<br><br>Kiri barely caught sight of the shiny contraption or what was going on between her open thighs, only catching her breath a bit when Dr Miller swiped a thick moist substance over her opening.&nbsp; It was the next that opened the girl’s eyes wide as the doctor’s finger slid inside her most secret part, probing about until she touched on something that made Kiri gasp as her body jerked and tensed.&nbsp; “Oh!” was all she said, blinking in surprise, her breath soft pants.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 23:15:31</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Kris Fielding : In the gym</strong></div><br>Kris after trying to look over case files in the security department finally gave in.&nbsp; All the side long looks, winking, snickering, and overall pain in the ass attitudes had her striding to her room.&nbsp; The worst part was that no one would tell her what the hell was so funny.&nbsp; So finally having enough she decided that maybe a few hours beating the shit out of a punching bag would help her sour mood.&nbsp; It was such a waste, only one great thing happened to her today and the rest of the day was shit.&nbsp; As she finally made it to her room, she strips and than pulls out a pair of shorts that barely covered her ass, and a tight T-shirt with the Navy emblem stamped across her chest. Tying her hair up in a pony tail, she slips on her tennis shoes and makes her way to the on board gym, a towel slung over her shoulder.<br><br>Ignoring the long looks and the lingering glances, Kris enters the Gym, not paying attention to anyone, but concentrating only on her main objective, beating the shit out of a bag filled with hard foam.&nbsp; Unfortunately for the guy already on the equipment she was not in a good mood, so when she stood there tapping a foot he all but ran to offer her his place.&nbsp; Throwing the towel at a nearby bench she starts to roll boxing tape around her hands.&nbsp; After she was sure her hands where wrapped correctly, and slipping on small light weight boxing gloves, she gets into position, left foot forward, heel aligned with her right toes, front shoulder forward, body angled, and hands up in a guard position.&nbsp; And than she went to home on her poor victim.&nbsp; Circling it, pounding into it until sweat dotted her brow and her breathing had picked up.&nbsp; After a good twenty minute of beating out her frustration she lays her head against the still slightly moving bag.&nbsp; Breathing hard she looks up, only to see the man who had grated on her nerves before.&nbsp; <br><br>The insolent piece of trash had made her look bad in front of her inferiors, making her sound like a villain, assuming he knew how she felt when she had remained perfectly silent.&nbsp; He had goaded her into saying more than she should but in the long run she knew she should have remained quiet.&nbsp; The damn old man was not as impressive as everyone made him out to be.&nbsp; Sure his record was spotted with achievements but that didn't make you a good person and from what she could tell he wasn't.&nbsp; He was an ass the way he had goaded her and she wished to god that he would just be replaced already, or better yet that she be transferred away from him.&nbsp; <br><br>There was an insidious voice in the back of her head that pointed out that her dislike of him could stem from someplace else but she refused to acknowledge it.&nbsp; Punching the bag one more time she moved towards the large Admiral, a less than pleasant smirk on her face.<br><br>"I feel like sparring, who wants a go?"&nbsp; She looks around the men looking away, no one spoke up.<br><br>"Well it seems like I have no volunteers, how about you Admiral sir?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 23:26:29</strong>
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				Kol paused, calmly placing the pair of Sixty-pound barbels on their rack and looked at Kris. "If you're that willing to get thrashed, I'd be glad to pummel you."<br><br>He stretched slightly, idly rolling his shoulders as he walked to the sparring mat, looking at Kris. "So, boxing, pugil sticks, or bare-knuckle?"<br><br>He waited silently at the edge of the mat, large hands flexing slightly as he settled into a boxer's stance, legs slightly apart, one hand up high, the other guarding his midsection, letting Kris try for the first shot.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 23:53:10</strong>
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				she just watched him for a moment, wondering in what world did a sparring match equal an all out pummel.&nbsp; She had to wonder at his brutality, when she sparred it was only until one person got the better of the other.&nbsp; They weren't trying to put people in the hospital; and the fact that he was so much larger than her should really give him the clue that pummeling could kill her, but than again she didn't think he had that much sense.<br><br>"Let's go with boxing than."&nbsp; Turning to a private first class he hands her head gear and than backs out of the ring.&nbsp; When he took the defensive she moved from side to side, watching his stance.&nbsp; Moving in she swings a right hook to the side of his head.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 23:59:22</strong>
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				His left arm snapped up to block the obvious swing, neatly deflecting it to one side, while his right hand moved forwards, aiming for a neat body blow that, with the padding on the gloves, would do little more than knock the wind out of Kris for a few moments if it hit squarely.<br><br>"You're a good fighter. Now, what's eating you?"<br><br>His eyes twinkled slightly, enjoying the exertion as he blocked a few more punches, while the marines quietly filed out of the gym, leaving the pair alone to spar.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 00:19:21</strong>
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				She backed of slowly, letting her breath for a moment before aiming a blow to his jaw.<br><br>"Thanks so are you.&nbsp; And I have no idea what your talking about. the only thing bothering me at the moment is this ships sorry excuse for a crew, and maybe the fact that you made me look bad by implying shit that you have no clue about at dinner."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 00:25:46</strong>
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				He paused, leaning his head back to avoid the blow, then responded with a trio of jabs, left-right-left. "Interesting. From what I've seen, the Crew is, for the most part, wholly professional, if a bit young, and that youth causes various indiscretions to be amusing to them."<br><br>He blocked another punch, taking the blow to the right forearm. "And, as for you, perhaps you're right, and for whatever percieved slight I've offered to you, I apologize. However, if you think that I have no clue about things, then you're looking at the grey, not what's behind it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 00:48:15</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Kris Fielding : Gym </strong></div><br>Moving out of the way of his punches, they didn't even have a chance to hit.<br><br>"Really?&nbsp; Because from what I've seen almost no one has done their jobs today.&nbsp; Everywhere I go people are standing around joking with each other.&nbsp; I'm surprised you haven't noticed, at the mention of indiscretions she moved to her left, allowing her brows to lift only slightly.<br><br>"Perceived slight?&nbsp; In my book that doesn't count as an apology."&nbsp; She made a jab at his abdomen, "You insinuated at dinner that I had no trust in a member of the crew while she was right there, with no proof behind your words."&nbsp; Another jab to his chin.&nbsp; "You belittled my abilities as an investigator by implying that the only results would be little and unimportant."&nbsp; Another jab to his side.&nbsp; "You also do this by implying that an alone "check up" from a newly appointed chief engineer would be more valuable than a joint investigation between the two sections.&nbsp; If you find my abilities so lacking than get rid of me already!"&nbsp; She moved back, her breathing erratic,&nbsp; she didn't want to spar with the man any more, she just wanted to be alone.<br><br>Pulling off her gloves she throws them down onto the floor and yanks off her head gear.<br><br>"Forget it. I suddenly don't feel like being around you.&nbsp; You win."&nbsp; With that she walked away, needing to barricade herself into her room.&nbsp; She knew she was good at what she did, but there was still this underlying blanket of doubt.&nbsp; She would never be good enough, no matter where she went there was always some man telling her that she needed to do things better, faster, and she was sick of it.&nbsp; Sick of the whole damn thing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 01:00:06</strong>
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				Kol moved almost serpent-quick, one large hand landing on Kris' shoulder, preventing her from taking more than two steps towards the exit of the Gymnasium. "I have noticed that the crewmembers are joking with one another, and, I've also noticed that they're working very hard while doing so. I've also noticed that you are driven to perform, even when you should take a step back and pause."<br><br>His hand squeezed gently, but firmly. "Secondly, I need to show Implicit trust in ALL of my crewmembers. I'm sorry you feel that I undermined your authority in your field of specialty, but how do you think that our engineering commander feels, having you almost flat-out say that you don't trust her to pick up the slack where her predecessor left off?"<br><br>His grip hardened, as did his voice. "Thirdly, stop trying to run away. If I thought you were inept, I would have tossed you into a mining barge and sailed off already. So Stop thinking that. Now, You are going to Sit Your Skinny Ass down and talk at me until you feel better, Because, as far as I'm concerned, Unless there's a Clean Slate between us, this bullshit will keep going on until one of us gets the bright idea of a duel at dawn."<br><br>He moved, not letting go, and practically Dragged Kris over to a bench, making her sit down next to a comlink, which he picked up, and noticed that the owner had several messages regarding the young woman he had just manhandled. "As for why the Crew is ragging you, well, Apparently either yourself, or a lookalike got star billing on a blue video."<br><br>He then sat down heavily beside her. "Now, talk. You Don't like me, and it's not because I don't find much use for interrogation or internal investigations."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirei</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 01:04:45</strong>
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				XOs Quarters<br><br>Cassandra kept moaning as Alistar thrusted into her repeatedly. Only the tone of her moans changed during the course of sex. "Just... Keep going..." She moaned out in response to his question. She was starting to feel good. She held tightly to the sheets and her lips were parting, she was no longer biting her teeth from the ontense feeling, but instead wholely enjoying it. His thrusts caused her pleasure to grow wave after wave. <br><br>She started to move her body back to meet his thrusts as she was really getting to it, panting heavily and moaning out loud. "Nhh... Just... Like... That, Alistar" She gasped as she felt him hit the spot with his manhood. She moved her hand to her own folds and started to rub herself while ramming herself against Alistars' body. Her body started to squirm and tense after a good while and her muscles clenched around his shaft. Her orgasm erupted powerfully, sending waves of intense pleasure trough her body, making her squirm wildly as she came in a way she hadn't ever come.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 01:28:08</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Kris Fielding : Gym</strong></div><br>She was shocked more than anything at the way he man handled her, he had no right to touch her, and she wanted nothing more than to pull a gun out and shoot the fucker for even thinking of touching her.&nbsp; But of course she didn't have her gun on her, and the act alone would probably get her killed, it was too bad.<br><br>His words pissed her off more than anything, her wanting an investigation wasn't an impetuous act, it was regulation.&nbsp; She had to speak through her teeth she was so angry.&nbsp; <br><br>"And again that is no apology!&nbsp; And I did NOT almost flat out say that I didn't trust her!&nbsp; I didn't even say anything!&nbsp; All I asked for was an investigation, it was granted but than you implied my feelings with nothing to back your words up"&nbsp; This argument was going no where fast.&nbsp; "And even if I did imply I had no trust in her I am still a higher ranking officer than she is, therefore your <em>concern</em> for whether your thoughts on my unspoken and unacted feelings had any validity should have been done in private!&nbsp; NOT in front of the whole damn table.&nbsp; And what clean slate?&nbsp; It looks like all you want is for me to agree with you so if it would stop this pointless conversation that fine!&nbsp; Fine your right!"&nbsp; Her words trailed off as he sat her down,&nbsp; and than her face lost all color at his next words.&nbsp; <br><br>Swiping the commlink she punches the button for the vid to play and than watching the images play through, her anger just building up.&nbsp; She could feel tears of mortification start to well, and in a fit of anger throws the thing against a wall.&nbsp; She felt trepidation run through her blood that he would think for a moment that after showing her this that she would want to calmly sit down and talk to him.&nbsp; All she wanted to do was kill the poor excuse of an officer who had fucked her and allowed it to be broad casted.<br><br>She just sat there, thinking over in her mind how much this was a shitty day.&nbsp; The few hours of pleasure ruined by this.&nbsp; How the hell could she show her face now?&nbsp; And this fucker wanted her to share her feelings with him?"<br><br>"You know what, I don't feel like telling you anything at the moment.&nbsp; It's within your right to arrest and put me on trial for this.&nbsp; And with my background of indiscretions...well lets just say you should arrest me." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 01:34:07</strong>
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				XOs Quarters<br><br>Alistar continued at Cassandra's urgings, not pausing until his own release came.&nbsp; He was just about done for the night and had enough energy left for one more round.&nbsp; &nbsp;"That was," he began as he finally pulled out of her.&nbsp; "That was amazing."&nbsp; He remained kneeling behind her, his hands gently rubbing her butt and hips in encouragement.<br><br>He plopped down wearily on the bed onto his back, holding out his arms to snuggle her closely when she finally settled into his arms.&nbsp; He kissed her softly on the lips, smiling at her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 01:46:46</strong>
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				Kol sighed, Rubbing the bridge of his nose with two fingers. "Tell you what. Go to the Quartermaster's office, get a bottle of the Strongest Alcohol you can stomach, and have a good, strong drink."<br><br>He paused then smiled. "Before you get too angry, I did get a link from one of the rescue ships. They managed to capture an Advent captain. Feel free to go to town on her, and wring every tidbit of information out of her. But, don't kill her. We'll leave that for the planetary government."<br><br>He paused, then looked at the wrecked commlink. "Now, once you've calmed down and had a stiff drink, go and investigate the Source of that video. I suggest checking the mainframe for flight records. Then, you will go to Engineering, and write a Full report upon the state of the ship's reactors, to be on my desk by Twenty-two hundred tomorrow."<br><br>He stood, then Shrugged. "You know, I'll tell you this, in confidence. I've spent too long retired. I've forgotten one of the first rules of commanding a ship. 'It doesn't matter if the people under you like you or not. What matters is that you earn their respect.' So, with that in mind, I'll be writing a few things as well, when we're not under attack."<br><br>Silently, he removed the padded gloves, having not bothered with a head protector, and walked out of the gymnasium, the look on his face promising a slow and bloody death to whomever crossed him at the moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 01:53:48</strong>
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				Marty stared at the large tattoo on his shoulder, trying to focus on the tattoo and just the tattoo alone. Taking in the details of the design. "Wow...It's really cool, but what does the Rodger Young part mean exactly?" <br><br>Resisting the sudden urge to trace the black ink Marty stuffed her hands into her oversized pockets. "Also Weps I don't see why you criticize yourself so much, you look very nice and a really great guy from what I've seen so far."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirei</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 02:00:17</strong>
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				XOs Quarters<br><br>Cassandra smiled and snugled closely to Alistar, kissing him tenderly. "It was amazing... Indeed." She said and smiled. She was pretty much done for the night, her body was completely exhausted. She was pretty sure she would be walking awkwardly the next day, she migh have to go see the doctor to get something to soothe the aching, but it was totally worth it. "One hell of an exercise that was Rear Admiral." She finally concluded and giggled. she had totally gotten what she had bargained for, 'in all three holes.'
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 02:17:30</strong>
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				She just sat there watching him leave, her hands clenched into fists at her side.&nbsp; Some days she hated the military, and this was one of those days.&nbsp; Rising she walks over to her discarded towel and wipes the sweat from her brow and neck.&nbsp; She could already feel a migraine coming on, and she wished she could just shoot something.&nbsp; She would teach whomever had leaked that video that she wasn't someone to mess with, they would pay, and preferably with their lives; although she knew it wouldn't go that far, but hell whoever they where didn't need to know that.&nbsp; <br><br>She didn't even want to think about the Admiral, his words only made her feel oddly defensive, like at any moment she would explode and say things that she didn't even understand.&nbsp; But for now he had given her something to work off her anger, and she would do it to the best of her abilities.&nbsp; Smirking she saunters out of the gym.&nbsp; First she would shower and put on something a little more intimidating, second she would head down to the Quartermasters office for a bottle of 100 proof rum.&nbsp; And than she would head down to inflict a little justice on the captive.<br><br>After she was done with that she would work on the idiot who leaked the vid, than the report on the reactor, and than she would kick Ansems ass.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 03:05:50</strong>
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				XOs Quarters<br><br>Alistar smiled at Cassandra's obvious enjoyment of their exercise.&nbsp; "Indeed it was, Lieutenant."&nbsp; He tucked her body in against his, enjoying the feel of her curves against him.&nbsp; &nbsp;Without hesitation, he pressed a weary kiss into her hair.&nbsp; "As long as you'll share my shower in the morning, that'll make it absolutely perfect."&nbsp; With that, he settled down to sleep for the night.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 03:12:54</strong>
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				Looking back over his shoulder, Allan answered.<br><br>"The Rodger Young is the ship I served aboard during the Pandaemonium Campaign.&nbsp; You know about Pandaemonium, right?"&nbsp; Most anybody in the TEC military had at least heard in passing of Pandaemonium.&nbsp; "It's a Cielo-class Cruiser, and was my first command - six weeks at the end of the campaign.&nbsp; After it was over, the surviving bridge crew and I all went to get this design done - size and location varied, but we all got it done."<br><br>He listened to Marty try to reassure him about his appearance, and he replied.&nbsp; "Well, if there were more women on Arcadia like you, I think the world would be a better one."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 03:34:54</strong>
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				Nodding her head Marty recalled hearing about the Pandaemonium Campaign, blushing at his comment she scratched her head nervously. "Ah...Your just being nice Weps, honestly if there where more women like me then everything would cease to exist."<br><br>Giggling a bit Marty kicked at a random book laying on the floor, happy have some company other than the engineering crew for once. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 03:47:56</strong>
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				Hearing her little statement about existence, he responded instantly.&nbsp; "Now, that is not a statement I believe at all.&nbsp; Why would you say that, Marty?&nbsp; Hmm?&nbsp; Tell me," he coaxed, turning around and moving closer to her.&nbsp; He knew that Marty saw herself as not much of a woman, but he wanted to show her that she was just as much a woman as any girly-girl - her giggling proved it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 03:51:42</strong>
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				<em>Jeez...doing that to a twelve year old...</em> she thought to herself, before smiling as Kiri moved a little. <br>"Bingo" she said - watching the reaction Kiri gave and knowing instantly she had found that spot she was searching for; the spot did feel slightly rougher where the membrane had been placed - but that could have just been a small defect she had; but aside from that, it would have been near impossible for her to tell there was anything there. "Well, that's certainly makes finding that damn thing easier" she smiled - wondering just how many of these devices she had hidden around her body - some holes would obviously have to be examined thoroughly; not that Cassie had any qualms about doing it - it seemed that Kiri so far seemed to be enjoying herself. "So...are these the only two you have?" she asked - figuring it was worth a shot. "You can tell me if you have more - we'll just get them removed and not tell Kol" she added with a small smile. <br><br>Her fingers continued to work around inside Kiri; systematically feeling around the slightly cramped area; rubbing up against the walls, the top, and even the bottom - unsure if she would be able to feel anything if her fingers did have to go across it. A minute or so later, and Cassie was gently rubbing the last few inches of Kiri's crotch; most of her finger out - only her fingertips pressing up against her. Moving her fingers up - out of her pussy, but still being surrounded by her lips - she exposed and brushed against her clit; a little unsure herself if she was doing this for her own benefit, or to see if there was a chance that they could have hidden something there. They (as far as Cassy could see and feel) hadn't.<br><br>"Alright, that's the first little examination part over" she smiled, picking up the speculum; which was a little hotter than normal, as it had been left on the heating pad a little too long. Pressing the bills up against Kiri's crotch, she began to push the speculum in. "Now we get to the little more...intimate and revealing part" she explained; opening the bills and locking it in place when it had been pushed far enough. As it locked into place, a small ring of white LED lights turned on, illuminating the inside of her. Looking down the speculum opening, she was granted with a much better view than she would have had - should she have been using one without lights. She could quite obviously see where the membrane had been placed - the thin film being a little crinkled; and the light making it cast a bit of a shine. <br><br>"Seen that little bugger" she smiled, reaching over she picked out another metallic device - somewhat similar to tweezers, but a little longer. Holding them handles shut, she slid the long tweezers down the hole of the speculum; edging closer and closer towards her g-spot. Opening the tweezers slightly - she pressed up against the membrane (ergo also pressing up against the spot); she used the ends to clasp the material; pulling it away slowly - trying not to injure the girl she was removing it from. <br>"Well, now I guess you're going to see what's been stuck to you for all this time" a jokey smile reaching her lips as she said it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 04:01:36</strong>
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				Surprised at his question Marty thought for a moment, "well I guess because I wasn't raised with a female role model. My mom died when I was really young and my dad tried his best at raising a girl but just settled on treating me like one of the boys. Not that I minded though..."<br>&nbsp;<br>"I had a few girl friends that tried to erase years of male influence but kinda gave up in the end, its just I'm not the ideal female you know? I like getting my hands dirty and I perfer to be around guys more than I do other girls." Blinking in surprise she quickly looked up at him "I'm sorry I'm rambling..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 04:15:23</strong>
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				"Don't be," Allan said, referring to her rambling.&nbsp; "Besides, not every guy likes girly-girls, and being comfy around guys is a plus in some of our books.&nbsp; Don't think of yourself as unfeminine just because you happen to like fusion reactors and fixing generators more than talking about boys and getting your nails done.&nbsp; Any man worth his salt is capable of seeing beyond a boyish exterior, and treating a girl as a girl.&nbsp; Being boyish shouldn't determine whether or not guys like you."<br><br>He moved closer, now only a foot or so away from her.&nbsp; He wasn't sure about this next move, but it felt right.&nbsp; "In fact, I like you plenty."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 05:09:07</strong>
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				Main medical ward <br><br>&nbsp;"So...are these the only two you have?"&nbsp; You can tell me if you have more - we'll just get them removed and not tell Kol"<br><br>Kiri shook her head where it lay against the exam table.&nbsp; "Not that i know of, Ma'am.&nbsp; I didn't even know that one was there. "&nbsp; Craning her neck to look at the doctor.&nbsp; "I mean, are you sure that is... an implaaAAnt?"&nbsp; Her head dropped back to the table with a soft thud as the good doctor continued to examine her vaginal canal.&nbsp; The sensations of the search were not entirely unpleasant, more of discomfort and complete embarrassment.&nbsp; While Kiri wondered if it was similar to sex between a man and woman a soft grunt - "uuuhh"&nbsp; -escaped her.&nbsp; Slender shoulders lifted off the table as the exploring fingers moved to brush over the little button on the outside, over and&nbsp; over until Kiri's thighs ached from fighting the urge to squirm.&nbsp; Cassandra Miller seemed oblivious to the airy panting of her patient.<br><br>"Alright, that's the first little examination part over"<br><br>The respite was brief.&nbsp; The girl had just let out a long slow breath as a searing heat pushed through her.&nbsp; The pain wasn't lessened by the tension in her body and she bit on her bottom lip to keep from groaning out loud.&nbsp; Fingers gripped at the table covering and she blew out quick little breaths to relax her muscles.&nbsp; Dr Miller had seen the miniscule device and was going in after it.&nbsp; In the next moment, Kiri felt a sharp pulling, almost a tearing sensation at her core until her back arched and she cried out with a mixture of&nbsp; pain and pleasure that quaked her body in several euphoric waves.<br><br>"Well, now I guess you're going to see what's been stuck to you for all this time" <br><br>After a few moments, Kiri asked rather shakily, "Is it over?"&nbsp; She wasn't quite sure what answer she wanted to hear.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 05:56:50</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Kris Fielding : In her room drinking</strong></div><br>She had planned on interrogating the captive that night, but the strain on her frazzled nerves had her thinking twice.&nbsp; She always went into an interrogation calmly without emotion, it was so that her hands where steady when she had to do anything exact, and it also proved to make her more intimidating.&nbsp; And since it was already so late she decided that maybe she should just use the night for a little rest.&nbsp; So taking the bottle of rum to her quarters she poured herself a shot.&nbsp; Four shots later, she was just a little tipsy.<br><br>She should have stopped there but than she remembered that there was recordings of her fucking Hyral all over the place and she kept on drinking.&nbsp; She should have thought that she was drunk the moment she called up the Admiral through her Commlink, but that knowledge escaped her mind.<br><br>"Ad...Admiral Kol...I I want to talk to you now. I...I want to tell you exactly what I think about you!"&nbsp; Her words where just a bit slurred but she had this overwhelming need to talk to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 06:14:13</strong>
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				Kol listened to the Commlink message from Captain Fielding, who had quite seriously tied one on in the last twenty minutes, then left his room, walked down the hall, and tapped the lock of Fielding's room, his biometrics overriding the lock instantly and letting him in.<br><br>He took one look at Kris, who was a bit of a mess due to having drunk nearly half a bottle of hundred-proof, and folded his arms across his chest, as the door slid shut behind him. "I'm here, but not for long. Need to get some sleep soon, after all."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 06:35:55</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Kris Fielding : In her room </strong></div><br>She stood in the middle of the room, holding onto the tables edge to keep herself upright.<br><br>"Y..You asked me before if I had another personal problem with you.&nbsp; I...I do!&nbsp; You make me angry!&nbsp; My...my older brother John served under you. He would come home and brag about having the best damn commanding officer to serve under.&nbsp; H..he worshiped you!&nbsp; Always talked about how bad ass you where.&nbsp; I swear there where stars in his eyes every time your name was brought up.&nbsp; Our family would tease him about it, but he would just shrug and say that it was an honor that any military man would kill to have.&nbsp; And than one day we stopped hearing from him, we got notice a few weeks later that he had been killed in the battle of Hades.&nbsp; We didn't even get his body back it had been blown to bits. "&nbsp; She swayed a little on her feet.<br><br>"When I joined up my father pitched a fit, but I knew that I wanted to walk in his foot steps.&nbsp; I wanted to work under you for so long and now...now you make me feel inadequate!"&nbsp; her swaying stopped and she sank down into her seat, taking another shot.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 06:53:28</strong>
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				Kol paused, then nodded, sitting down in the chair opposite Kris, and pouring a shot for himself. "Your brother, eh? I liked him. Was tough, but fair, to his crew. Which is why he was in Command of a half-dozen Kodiaks when the battle of Hades started. He probably saved the lives of Seventy Million people when he rammed his ship into the Side of a Vasari Desolator."<br><br>He tossed back the shot, ignoring the burn of the harsh alcohol. "Kris, your brother was a good man, a brave man, and I was proud to know him, and humbled by his sacrifice, to save people he had never even ~heard~ of before that week had begun. And, if I could have, I would have personally Visited the homes of every person that died that battle, to apologize to their families, for not being able to do anything but watch as their lives were snuffed out, Half a million miles away from me."<br><br>He flipped the shot glass over, and placed it on the table. "You're a good person, and, when the time comes, you'll be a good captain to your own crew. But, for now, you're working with me, and that's something that you and your brother share. Just remember that, and ask yourself what your brother would have done."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 07:03:22</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Kris Fielding : In her room drinking with Admiral Kol</strong></div><br>She listened to him speak about her brother, memories of growing up with the already grown up man.&nbsp; He had been her favorite, always willing to listen, always laughing and picking her up.&nbsp; She had taken his death the worst, locking herself in his room that hadn't changed since the last time he had been to visit.&nbsp; She remembered staying in there for days, crying, and than suddenly the sudden determination to join the Navy had overtaken her.&nbsp; She had trained every day after that, working to be the best she could be.<br><br>"My brother would have been ashamed of me.&nbsp; He used to call me the most level headed of the bunch, still am if you can believe it.&nbsp; But ever since his death...This determination to always work, to always be the best.&nbsp; He couldn't keep moving up so I would for him..."&nbsp; She laid her head down on the table.<br><br>"I want to be the best...but I don't know if I can..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 07:49:08</strong>
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				Kol paused, then gently patted Kris on the shoulder. "You don't have to be the best. Look, you joined the Military in part to honour your brother's memory, right? Then do what you feel would make him Proud of you."<br><br>He paused, then reached into a pocket, placing a small, twisted piece of metal on the table, the dull grey steel having been twisted into an almost-corkscrew pattern by some great force. "I think you should have this. It's part of your brother's command chair, and probably the largest part of his ship that we managed to recover."<br><br>He paused, his hand still on her shoulder. "Get some rest, Kris. It's late, and you're exhausted." He paused, looking at the bottle of alcohol, then shrugged and poured two final shots with the last of the bottle, nudging one towards her. "To absent friends. May they be in a better place, and laughing at our blunders."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 08:55:34</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Kris Fielding : In her room</strong></div><br>His hand on her shoulder reminded her of how it felt when her John did the same thing.&nbsp; He would always just lay his hand there, when she was having a rough time. It always seemed to be all that was needed to comfort her, but now it was slightly different, it didn't make her feel that overwhelming blanket of comfort, but it was close enough for the moment.<br><br>Her hand was shaking when she reached out to touch the piece of metal, it was slightly warmed from his body, but she could imagine what it had been before, she could imagine John sitting there, as large and commanding as any man.<br><br>Her smile was shaky but she managed to lift the glass in a toast, drinking it down with a grimace.<br><br>"Sleep...it sounds nice."&nbsp; She shakily stood, the metal held tightly in her hand when she fell down onto her bed, curling up around it.<br><br>"Thanks."&nbsp; Was mumbled sleepily.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 14:02:32</strong>
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				As Marty listened she was surprised to say the least at Allan's words, a small smile was on her face as he finished. Fiddling with the dog tag she heard him move closer, looking up at him she smiled brightly at him.&nbsp; <br><br>"Weps...Thanks I don't think I've ever said that to another person that wasn't family." She looked confused for a moment before smiling again "I like you to, your a great friend!" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 14:49:58</strong>
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				Allan almost laughed at her response.&nbsp; She really had been raised like a boy - if it hadn't been for TEC required education, she probably wouldn't know anything about the opposite sex.&nbsp; Well, the TEC wasn't formed in a day - he just had to be patient, and spend time with her.&nbsp; Speaking of...<br><br>"Thanks, Marty."&nbsp; Putting the tight-fitting shirt back on, he asked her: "So, anything special you wanna do right now?"&nbsp; He didn't mean anything sexual, just anything.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 15:19:46</strong>
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				Watch him put his shirt back on she quickly looked away before he caught her looking. Fighting back a yawn Marty noticed the time and how late it was getting, "I'm sorry Weps but I don't think I'll be able to stay up another minute." <br><br>Stretching her arms over her head, then followed by popping her neck. "Maybe tomorrow if we aren't to busy we can do something."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 15:54:46</strong>
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				While it may have seemed as if Cassie may have been oblivious - she wasn't. She could hear all the pants, and see all the movements that Kiri was making, and in a slightly weird way, actually enjoying it - enjoying teasing her, watching her squirm a little as she continued to perform the 'search'. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Is it over?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Cassie pulled the tweezers the rest of the distance out of Kiri's body; "Well, that one is, and I couldn't find any others when searching...so we should be pretty much done, I wouldn't mind doing a last few checks - just to be sure" she nodded, holding the device still clasped between the ends of the tweezers. "So...if you said you weren't allowed to...fraternise with anyone while doing your mission - presumably in case this was discovered...how did Kol manage to find it? I know guys can be bad at times, but I doubt Kol would have been that intrusive without your permission" she mused, letting the device drop into a metal flat-bottomd bowl. <br><br>Reaching back, she unlocked the speculum and closed the bill - the light inside turning off as Cassie removed it from her. Reaching under the desk, she pressed a button which retracted the stirrups before refolding them underneath the bed, Kiri's legs being gently lowered until they were against the bed. "Alright, get on your hands and knees on the bed" she told - figuring that there might be several more places that could be searched if she was in that position; not only that, but even Cassie knew that it might provide a better view, even if she wouldn't admit to thinking that. <br><br>Placing the speculum back onto the tray - not on the heating pad as she waited for Kiri to do as asked. "And what...you've never been allowed to 'fraternise' with anyone because of it? Ever?" she asked. Walking over to the beds console, she tapped a few buttons once more; which slowly began to lower the bed down a foot or two.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 16:08:49</strong>
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				The CWO nodded.&nbsp; "Alright, Marty.&nbsp; See you tomorrow."&nbsp; Leaving her cabin, Allan made his way back to his own.&nbsp; <em>I should probably look into getting some sleep myself...gonna be a busy day tomorrow, what with the current operations and all.</em>&nbsp; Stripping of his pants, Allan climbed into his bunk for some rest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 16:18:39</strong>
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				Waving good night to Allan, Marty watched him walk down the hallway and out of sight. Slipping off her shoes and socks, she then removed her large coveralls leaving her only in a blue tank top and black shorts. <br><br>Sliding into her bed she snuggled up under the covers, hoping they wouldn't be woken up to early. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 16:26:11</strong>
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				Kol helped kris get comfortable in her bed, mostly by rolling her onto her right side, pulling a small bucket out from the shower just in case she had an adverse reaction to the alcohol, and leaving it on the floor parallel to her pillow, before pulling her light blanket up, covering everything below her shoulders.<br><br>Capping the bottle so what little was left in it didn't have the chance to spill, Kol opened the door to Kris' room, and, after a moment, slipped outside and walked away, closing the door tightly behind him so the young captain could sleep off the worst of her drunken state.<br><br>Quietly, he headed back to his own room, and, entering it, he simply peeled his clothes off, hung them neatly in the supplied closet, and laid down in his bed, covering himself with his own light blanket, his mind finally slowing enough for him to catch some sleep.<br><br>His dreams, however, pulled him back to Nyeve, watching, helplessly, as one of the first Kinetic blast waves shivered through the air, causing the reinforced glass of the skyscrapers to shatter outwards, a blizzard of glittering knives falling towards him, as he tried to shield his Wife, her small form clinging to him, hugging their child as the gleaming forest of blades fell upon them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 16:50:35</strong>
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				main medical ward <br><br>"So...if you said you weren't allowed to...fraternise with anyone while doing your mission - presumably in case this was discovered...how did Kol manage to find it? I know guys can be bad at times, but I doubt Kol would have been that intrusive without your permission" <br><br>"uhh... I... He... uh." Kiri took a deep breath, calling upon her early childhood training to center her thoughts, not an easy thing with her knees bent and thighs open but she managed for the moment.&nbsp; "He suspected i was Advent and did a preliminary, uhh... search."&nbsp; The girl refrained from adding how good the&nbsp; little explosion his beefy finger elicted felt, the memory alone caused her insides to clench.<br>&nbsp; <br>Kiri was releived when her legs were lowered thinking the examination was over and she could get to a hot shower.&nbsp; "Alright, get on your hands and knees on the bed." &nbsp;Raising up on her elbows,Kiri sensed the pretty doctor had more than a spy exam on her mind, but under the circumstances couldn't protest over much.&nbsp; So, rolling over, the girl pulled herself up on her hands and&nbsp; knees, just short of mortified, knowing the opening in the gown hid absolutely nothing of her bald, exposed sex from the doctor's view. <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;"And what...you've never been allowed to 'fraternise' with anyone because of it? Ever?"&nbsp; <br><br>"No Ma'am.&nbsp; It was easier to not get close to anyone, knowing my call to service would eventually come."&nbsp; Kiri shifted, trying to understand just what the good doctor had on her mind.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 17:20:37</strong>
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				<strong>Main Medical ward</strong><br><br>She smiled at the words 'preliminary search'. "What you let Kol do isn't any of my business" she nodded, "as long as he doesn't hurt you in any serious way", watching as Kiri shifted her position.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"No Ma'am.&nbsp; It was easier to not get close to anyone, knowing my call to service would eventually come."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"Jeez...that must have been hard" she said a little sympathetically; she doubted she could have survived some parts of her life without having someone else there - either as physical excitement, or mental companionship. Walking back to where she was before; now behind Kiri. "You must certainly have been dedicated to your job to be able to do that." she continued; her fingers hovering just against Kiri's crotch before pressing in without warning; just getting another little feel around in a different position; giving a quick sweep - feeling for any more rough patches - and a moment or two later, she hadn't been able to find any. <br><br>Going back over to the trolley, she considered using the anal probe; it was quite possible that the Advent had put some in there - although she guessed that would have been a little harder to do; the g-spot was a fairly easy location in comparison. "Alright Kiri, that's great. There is one more check I need to do" she nodded - the one she was subconsciously most looking forward to. "Could you stand up?" she requested, "And remove the robe?" the final request for now - and would probably be the final check she would make this session.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 18:09:30</strong>
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				<br>Main Medical ward<br><br>"What you let Kol do isn't any of my business"<br><br>Kiri wanted to correct her; she hadn't 'let' him do anything, he'd just done&nbsp; it (and so smoothly too.)&nbsp; The difficultly wasn't keeping to herself, a few psi tricks kept any interested men - and a few women - at bay, it was the utter loneliness.&nbsp; Ten years was such a long time, the young girl often felt more abandonned than dedicated.&nbsp; An escaping sigh was not so much cut short as it was morphed into a moan, her back slighty arching as the doctor re-invaded her soft center.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>"There is one more check I need to do..&nbsp; stand up.. And remove the robe?"&nbsp; <br><br>Kiri blinked, lost for a few seconds in the new sensations the doctor was stirring up, before slowly setting a bare foot on the floor.&nbsp; Her legs were a little wobbly so the girl hesitated removing the robe watching the doctor from a distance.&nbsp; Finally, she slipped the light fabric forward off her shoulders, only to to hold it folded over her arm in front of her, allowing her self a little modesty.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 18:36:22</strong>
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				<strong>Main Medical Ward</strong><br><br>Cassie couldn't tell if she was Kiri was getting pleasure from being prodded and felt or not - it certainly seemed like she did. She would have to remember that for later - perhaps there would be a more opportune moment sometime later. <br><br>As Kiri was removing the gown, Cassie decided to change gloves - getting a fresh pair on; just to be on the safe side before Kiri had finished removing the gown. When it had been removed; Cassie couldn't help but glance down at her body, taking the gown from her - removing the shield she had - and placing it on the bed behind her. Placing her newly-gloved fingers against her collarbone, she ran her finger down; onto Kiri's breast - pressing against the warm, soft flesh and trying not to make it too obvious that touching Kiri in such an intimate way had any effect on her what so ever. Her fingers slipped over her nipple and to the bottom of her breast and onto the top of her stomach. Doing the same for the other breast, she was feeling for any distinguishing marks - anything that could have indicated any other hidden device. <br><br>Finding nothing, she made her way around to Kiri's back, giving her back a once over (her finger running over her shoulderblades and onto the spine) before she began to take a look at the mark closer than before. <em>It still looks like a tattoo...albeit a strange one - not like one I've ever seen before...but still..</em> she thought to herself - frowining as her finger brushed against it. "The only thing I'll have to give you is an injection - a painkiller; just to stop any soreness...I'm sure after abstaining for however long it was, then getting prodded, poked, and a device removed - it'll probably take its toll" she added, "No matter how much pleasrue you got from it while it was happening" she winked. <br><br>Moving over to the trolley, she picked up a syringe filled with a clear liquid, tapping the thin needle a few times before returning. Taking her arm she pierced the girls skin with the needle before pushing the plunger down - the liquid slowly going into her bloodstream. Removing the syringe once she had finished, Cassie put a bit of cotton wool on it - to collect the little (if any) blood that would follow. "Alright, well, we're done here, you can get dressed now" she smiled, "If it does hurt, you can come to my quarters any time...alright...for <em>any</em> reason" she winked, somewhat gently, and very playfully slapping her bum - hoping that her sense that Kiri had got <em>some</em> pleasure from it was not wrong.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 20:34:44</strong>
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				Main Medical Ward...&nbsp; &nbsp;and after&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Kiri stood quietly while the doctor continued the examininatin.&nbsp; The fact that Cassandra Miller enjoyed touching her body was a bit exciting for the girl, something she might now be able to explore... now that she'd rejected her call to Advent service.&nbsp; Unity be damned she thought with a catch of breath - Dr Miller brushing over a nipple, sending a tingling jolt backward through her breast.&nbsp; When the other woman moved behind her, Kiri was able to close her eyes, enjoying the warm human contact and the lulling sound of her voice until she moved away.<br>&nbsp; <br>"No matter how much pleasure you got from it while it was happening" &nbsp; <br><br>The wink put on an exclamation point, causing Kiri to blush crimson.&nbsp; Was she that obvious?&nbsp; After the doctor's injection and light hearted spank, Kiri got herself dressed wondering if 'any' reason might arise to allow aother visit the attractive Dr Miller again.&nbsp; Until then, she still had orders from Admiral Kol to complete before she would be able to fall into bed to think about the day's events and... sensations. <br><br>....<br><br>While the ship of 2500 was getting quiet for the night, Kiri made several stops.&nbsp; First she quickly gathered her gear from the main dorm taking note of the mostly slumbering crew.&nbsp; "damn it was getting late."&nbsp; Her next stop was the quartermaster's office,&nbsp; suprisingly not locked to her (not that she couldn't get past that.)&nbsp; There she retrieved a small locked box from a locked desk drawer and went with loaded arms to find her new quarters... just a few doors down from her new boss.<br><br>Finally alone, Kiri dropped her bag of gear at the foot of her bed and took the locked box to the table.&nbsp; She hadn't touched the communication pad since it arrived via her blackmarket connections and wished she did't have to touch it now.&nbsp; With the psi tech device in her hand, she was an open book to them - her people&nbsp; - and spoken words hardly necessary.&nbsp; Shifting in her seat Kiri realized the shot had worked, the soreness between her legs had ebbed, and oddly enough, she missed it.&nbsp; The girl's day wasn't yet over, so she rushed through a shower enjoying the sweet tweaks washing the examined bits offered her.&nbsp; Dressed again in a fresh blouse and skirt, toweling her hair dry, she returned to the table.&nbsp; <br><br>Kiri opened the box, gingerly removing the small device and being careful to keep her fingers to the smooth curved edges.&nbsp; This is what the Admiral was waiting to see.&nbsp; <br><br><br>Kol's quarters<br><br><br>Damn it was late, she thought standing outside his door.&nbsp; But even with the communicator locked back in the box&nbsp; Kiri didn't want to wait, was afraid to wait.&nbsp; So she pressed her palm to the door lock and applied a bit of psychic pressure, slipping inside to find his great form horizontal and breathing evenly.&nbsp; So much for the emergency, the girl thought setting the box on the small table against the wall.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=47446.msg2265086#msg2265086">Quote from: Sel Nar on 23-09-2009, 16:26:11</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">His dreams, however, pulled him back to Nyeve, watching, helplessly, as one of the first Kinetic blast waves shivered through the air, causing the reinforced glass of the skyscrapers to shatter outwards, a blizzard of glittering knives falling towards him, as he tried to shield his Wife, her small form clinging to him, hugging their child as the gleaming forest of blades fell upon them.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>She watched him sleep...&nbsp; sensed the terrible things of his dreams and her heart twisted.&nbsp; She could help him, now while his defenses were down, she could brush those nightmares away, just for a while.&nbsp; So quietly she slipped her slight form into his bed, her thoughts whispering over his dreams, until&nbsp; without meaning to, she fell asleep.&nbsp; cozy against the warm length of his body.<br>&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 21:33:22</strong>
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				The Agronev's night cycle was quiet, the last plates of reserve armour having been stored, and the navigators plotting courses, letting the ship move slowly through the gravity well, gliding just above Praxus' atmosphere so some of the population could look up and see the dark form pass over their homes, as the ship slowly pushed itself towards the gravity well's 'edge' where the antimatter reactors could feed energy into the Phase drive, pre-charging the drive for the three-hour long jump to Shivae.<br><br>Kol's Quarters 0605 AM<br><br>Shortly after 0600, Kol woke up, feeling oddly rested, and slightly weighted down. Cracking his eyes open, he looked down to see a small, slight form semi-draped over him, followed by him raising an eyebrow when he realized that she was clad in only panties. Carefully moving to wrap his blanket around his Sleeping adjutant, he got up, stretched slightly, and headed right for the shower, taking only a few minutes to scrub himself clean, and towel off, then pull on his uniform, though he chose to wear only his long pants and a light shirt, the rank emblem on his left shoulder clear enough, as he strapped his sidearm's holster to his belt, the opposite side of the belt being balanced by the addition of a small pouch carrying ten speedloaders for his massive revolver.<br><br>Leaving his room, he walked towards the bow mess, choosing to meet the crew, which took half an hour just for him to collect a mug of coffee and shake a lot of hands, followed by him heading for CIC, where he took up his habitual position at the Central Sensor map of the ship's surrounding areas as the vessel transited into phase space. Kol merely stood, watching the digital representation of his ship moving towards Shivae, a clock on the right side of the 3-dimensional image counting down, as the burly man sipped his coffee, then made a face.<br><br>Seems that the coffee was Military standard type one. Slightly cooler than fresh magma, and thick enough to be poured onto the peasants trying to invade the family castle, one couldn't be sure if it was made for drinking, or self defense. After a moment's deliberation on the inane subject, kol mentally shrugged and continued to sip from the mug, waiting for the rest of the CIC's crew to change shifts at 0730.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 22:29:40</strong>
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				Groaning at the sound of her alarm, Marty grabbed the small device and hurled it across the room. Hearing the metal encased clock smashing against the wall, sitting up she yawned loudly before stretching. Wondering to her shower, Marty had it on cold at full blast screaming slightly from the icy water as it woke her up. Shivering as she wrapped a towel around her body she took a smaller one to her head to dry her damp locks. <br><br>Grabbing her clothes out of the wardrobe she slipped on a white bra and matching underwear followed by a equally white shirt, and blue coveralls. Sliding her shoes on she wondered outside into the hallway, yawning all the way down to the mess hall to grab some breakfast and then get to work. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 23:02:03</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Kris Fielding : Waking up in her room</strong></div><br>Some time during the night she had pulled off her clothes, the weight making her feel pulled down and suffocating, so when the insistent beep of her alarm went off she was tangled up in her bed sheets, her breasts bare but everything else hidden provocatively away with the linen.&nbsp; When the beeping didn't go away after a few moments her brow wrinkled and a groggy groan was given.&nbsp; She turned over but the beeping didn't end.&nbsp; Rising from her sleeping position she had to grab a hold of her head a sharp pain radiating from there to her stomach making her realize just how inebriated she had gotten last night.<br><br>Reaching over she pushed the off button to her alarm, the movement making her want nothing more than to bury herself under her blankets and stay there.&nbsp; But she had a job to do, and she would have to get up.&nbsp; Her feet hit the floor and she padded into her shower, allowing the warm body to wash over her body.&nbsp; <br><br>Four aspirins, and a half hour later she walked to the bow mess for some coffee and maybe some toast to force down her throat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 00:40:49</strong>
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				Reaching a table with a large gathering of guys Marty flopped down on a open seat waving hello to her fellow engineers, most of them where talking about the video still. Folding her arms she laid her head on top of them still half a sleep, feeling a nudge she glanced up to see a small tray of food in front of her. <br><br>"Eh...We feel bad about not watching the animatter like we should have Marty so...Yeah" laughing at their apologies she grabbed a piece of toast from the tray, "it's alright guys anyway I need to run and see what needs to be done anyway." <br><br>A piece of toast hanging from her mouth as she headed out the door, Marty was busy playing with her small computer reading some of the tasks that would need to be done around the ship.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 00:58:38</strong>
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				The alarm ringing, Allan groaned, attempted to swat the alarm, missed, and the momentum carried him out of his bunk and onto the floor.<br><br>"Ow..."&nbsp; Getting up off the floor, he dragged himself into the shower, where he spent half a dozen minutes under the water, letting the pelting sensation shock him awake.&nbsp; Climbing out, he finished cleaning himself, and then put on his duty uniform.&nbsp; Heading down to the mess to get some food, he bumped into a familiar figure in a familiar way - coming around a corner.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 01:06:17</strong>
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				XOs Quarters (0630)<br><br>Alistar opened one eye as the wakeup chime began to demand his attention.&nbsp; Actually, he'd woken up no more than two minutes earlier and decided that he'd lay right there with Cassandra until the alarm went off.&nbsp; "Alarm off."&nbsp; He commanded and the chime cut off with an obedient sounding burp.&nbsp; Much like he did every morning after a marathon makeout session, he woke up with a hardon.<br><br>"Wake up, lover."&nbsp; He kissed his sleeping companion, wanting to rouse her from her sleep soon enough to get a shower and maybe even a quickie in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 01:25:59</strong>
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				Bumping into something again, Marty fumbled with her device able to save it but wasn't able to do the same to her food. "Aww...My toast..." Pouting as she stared at the fallen piece of bread, Marty looked back up surprised to see Allan, "hey! You owe me more toast!" Pocketing her computer she wondered if she could hold off before starting her shift to have breakfast with a friend. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 01:39:03</strong>
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				As he bumped into Marty, he saw her fumble, trying to keep control of both datapad and toast.&nbsp; Figuring she'd prioritize the pad, he grabbed for the toast, but swung too late, his hands getting nothing but air.&nbsp; Seeing that she had her pad in hand, though, he said:<br><br>"We've got to stop running into each other like this..."<br><br>He nodded.&nbsp; "Of course, can't let a girl go hungry.&nbsp; Come on, let's see what we can dig up."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 01:47:44</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">Kol's cabin...</span><br><br>Kiri came slowly awake allowing herelf a long lesuirly stretch.&nbsp; After the events of yesterday, she must have dropped off to sleep as soon as she hit her bed.&nbsp; Rolling to her side, she saw the locked box on the table and froze with a dawning horror.&nbsp; Sitting up in a rush, she was thankful the Admiral was no where in sight, even more so when she realized her state of undress.&nbsp; What had she done?!&nbsp; And what should she do now?&nbsp; <br><br>"First things first, Kiri" she told her self and quickly redressed trying not to wonder how she got down to nothing but panties or what the Admiral might think of her now; as if 'spy' wasn't bad enough.&nbsp; Soon she was back in her dress blouse, skirt and boots and took a deep breath, deciding her next move.&nbsp; After a long look at the box on the table, the girl decided to leave it and so turning, left in search a good strong cup of coffee.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 01:58:24</strong>
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				Laughing she nodded her head, following him into the mess hall Marty noticed that a few of the engineering crew where pointing and whispering to each other. Rolling her eyes she turned back to look up at Allen, "how did you sleep last night?" <br><br>Walking up to the long line for breakfast she rested against one of the railings she fought back another yawn "I hate getting up so early...I would love to just crawl back into bed."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 02:51:56</strong>
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				<strong>Ansem Hyral 0600 Pilot training, Open gymnasium/track </strong><br><br>The brewing shitstorm would not hit Ansem until much later in the day, like all his past few mornings since the ship was in dock he had his crew meet for their morning routine. Today was different, normally they were stretching and aching from being tossed out of their beds, this morning they all looked wide awake with noticeable grins across their faces. Every man and woman were in their athletic clothing, cleaned and pressed as he had ordered them, not one person would wear dirty clothing around him. <br><strong>"I am glad you are all in a good mood, because so am I!" </strong><br>Most of them chuckles, Ansem not sure why but he added quickly. <br><strong>"Today, you will do everything with 50% less oxygen, going down over time until chow time to simulate failing life support systems. I want to see which of you have it in you to ride in the front or follow up in the back. Helmets on, to show I am not above you all, I will be joining you all, let's get going!" </strong><br><br>Carts of modified flight helmets came out, all the information would be sent to his CiC console and the Med-bay in the event one passed out and needed to be resuscitated. The snapping of helmets signaled it was time to begin, Ansem stretched out the dull ache in his muscles before he set the pace for the rest of the pilots to keep or else, else normally consisting of more grueling conditioning. Within five minutes of the warm up jog the oxygen in their air had already dropped by 25% and would drop gradually over the next hour until he called it quits or they were at the bare minimum needed to prevent them from death. <br><em>Today is a good day</em><br>He thought to himself as he felt his body adjust to the lack of oxygen, his body reacted with signs of exhaustion as did the rest of the runners as the pace continued to increase. He would bring up the recording stashed in his personal hard drive later in the day, hoping to run into her in the hanger deck at some point in the day. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 02:52:41</strong>
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				Seeing the long line from a distance, Kiri wished she'd arranged for a personal coffee maker in her office.&nbsp; Oh well, it wasn't really her office any more anyway and she took her place in line behind the young Lieutenant Engineer who seemed to be enjoying the company of the weapons officer.&nbsp; With a long sigh, she leaned her butt against the railing, grateful to finally be doing something normal.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 04:14:05</strong>
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				Stumbling forward slightly into Allan, Marty felt her hat fall off in the process. Turning around to see what knocked her over she spots Kiri smiling at the other woman, "hi...Kiri right?" Bending over to pick up her fallen hat, she brushes off a couple of spots of dust. <br><br>Hearing her comlink beep she quickly pulled it out, seeing the time Marty groaned in displeasure. Turning to Allan she smiled sadly "sorry but it looks like you'll have to pay for that toast later duty calls!" Laughing as she hoped over the railing she stole a another piece of toast from the engineering table, making her way down to her station.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 08:23:05</strong>
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				"Okay, I guess.&nbsp; Since days start early on Arcadia, I guess I'm used to only six hours of sleep at a time."&nbsp; He noticed the attention of the Engineering crew.&nbsp; <em>Won't be long now, before all the rumors start...though, who knows?&nbsp; Some of those rumors might actually come true.</em><br><br>Allan was interrupted by Marty falling onto him.&nbsp; The CWO caught her, and helped her steady herself.&nbsp; As she left, ostensibly to fix something, he shouted:&nbsp; "Right then, just let me know when and where!&nbsp; Returning to his place in line, he pondered what he wanted this morning.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 12:29:48</strong>
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				<strong>Main Medical Ward</strong><br>After Kiri had dressed and left, Cassie continued to stay for a little while; returning the equipment after it had been sterilised, making sure the bed was returned to its folded position, and returning the plastic separators around the bed - before making sure that nobody could access her parts of the computer terminal - she wouldn't want anyone with lesser authority than herself to be finding out secrets about the crew - not that any secrets that she had access to herself were breathtaking, but it was part of her doctor-patient confidentiality.<br>Nearly all the other people who were using the ward had already left; and she followed, leaving the rest of the people to clean up any mess they made on their own - not that she suspected of any individuals of making any mess.<br><br><strong>Dr. Cassandra Millers Quarters</strong><br>Palming her way in, she stretched her arms up, giving off a soft yawn - quite tired, despite not actually getting much done - sure, there were two exams; one slightly less interesting than the other, but nothing else much happened. Stripping out of the work clothes, she hung them up inside the wardrobe. Undoing the ponytail her hair was in, she pulled on a pair of green pyjamas before going to the bathroom to brush her teeth, and eventually slipping into her bed and off to sleep.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 15:32:40</strong>
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				CIC 0700<br><br>Kol paused, looking at one screen that popped up, then frowned and opened a comlink to where the Pilots were excercising. <strong>"CAG Hyral, you'd best have a ~very~ good reason for putting your pilots through Oxygen-deprivation training less than two hours before a major Military operation. Especially as you Know that recovery time for oxygen deprivation is a mandated twelve hours."</strong><br><br>Toggling off the comlink, he muttered silently to himself, his frown even more pronounced as he looked at the young sensor officer on duty. "Report on last known TEC positions in the Shivae system."<br><br>The young officer saluted sharply and stood. "Sir. Last report stated that four Kodiak-class heavy cruisers are currently in position on the dark side of the innermost moon. Two damaged Cobalt-class frigates are currently patrolling the Phase lane exit point, and there are sporadic communication fragments, believed to be from the TDN Behemov, bouncing through the planet's atmospheric envelope."<br><br>The young man paused, then continued. "known hostile numbers are approximately Forty ships of varying sizes, with a confirmed sighting of at least four Capital-grade vessels, and approximately Eight cruiser-class vessels, of which at least two are surmised to be light carriers."<br><br>Kol nodded, thinking about the plan ahead. "Thank you." He then returned to the 3D image in the centre of the CIC, watching.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 17:20:27</strong>
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				mess hall, in line<br><br>She smiled to herself, knowing full well Allen Welles was not interested in toast and coffee as much as the young mechanic that just dashed away.&nbsp; Sliding her barely clad bottom down the railing toward her own immediate desire – a high octane coffee and half a toasted bagel, oh, and some fruit! - Kiri realized she was very hungry, the events of the previous day having kept her well occupied and away from the mess hall.&nbsp; <br><br>Sending a wave and smile to several crew members, more than a few were anxious to learn the status of their special requests, she tapped a few keys on the comlink wrapped snugly around her wrist.&nbsp; Kiri sighed, not at all surprised to discover the Admiral in the CIC.&nbsp; After breakfast, she would have to find him to report for duty in her newly assigned position.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 23:10:49</strong>
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				<strong>Ansem Hyral 0710 Pilot training, En route to CiC </strong><br><br>Ansem had heard the the communication but the body needed time to readjust to full oxygen or it would go into a "pilot's high" for a few moments and stopping was out of the question. He signaled for the pilots to halt once they reached the one hour mark and ordered for the masks to slowly up the oxygen intake. Within a few minutes they all went from huffing and wheezing asthmatics in a smoke section to a "normal" breath rate. Most of them had broken a sweat, when the order to release the helmets came, the hisses on the latches all pulled at the same time. His hands quickly went to the back of his head, his elbows parting and his back arching backward to open the airway for a few breaths, everyone else seemed to do the same. <br><strong>"Alright, go get some chow and report to the hangar bay in ninety minutes, suited and booted, move out." </strong><br><br>A smile crossed his face, all of them would welcome their helmet next time it went on for the mission. Finally he tapped his com and sent his delayed response to the admiral. <br><strong>"Morning sir, oldest trick in the book it will have those boys on edge today for the mission." </strong><br>He did not care what TEC regulation was, none of that was ever written or considered in the heat of battle. War was not the manuals some brain typed up without the knowledge of handling a weapon, as far as he was concerned if his methods prevented casualties and gave his boys the upperhand he would continue to break any TEC, regulation. The oxygen-deprivation was equivalent to banding the upper arm during a workout, once released the blood (air in this case) would pump freely through the body and enhance it naturally, an alternative to aggression or any other combat stimulants. He checked his watch and walked back towards his secondary room housed in the barracks, everyone else was changing and heading to the mess to say anything regarding what they had seen. He quickly changed up into a spare flight suit and wrapped his officer's coat over it before reporting to the mess. Ansem went for the nearest wrapped nutrition bar and shake before he walked towards the CiC, but first he needed to stop by his room for the helmet which gave him the time to eat his breakfast. <br><br>Walking into the CIC, with helmet hanging from his right hand, he moved and looked at the 3-D display before him. <br><strong>"Pft is that it, looks like I can schedule and early lunch." </strong><br>Kris would never know that she was partially responsible for the surge in confidence, along with his new rank, loyal soldiers and something he had seen in those men and woman he had not seen in a long time. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 23:39:58</strong>
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				CIC<br><br>Kol just raised an eyebrow, then shrugged. "Depends. I have an unconfirmed report that a Halcyon-Class Carrier is in the gravity well, and that means they can spit out a hundred Fighters in moments, each one being the equal of your best."<br><br>He turned, looking at Hyral. "CAG, I will say this once. I understand why you want to push yourself, and your men, but if you push them too hard, they'll ride the ragged edge right into a fireball. And I cannot afford that. We are going into a planetary gravity well with at least Forty confirmed ships, and of those, at least Four are capital-grade, which means they have just as many strikecraft as we do, if not moreso. You are going to be outnumbered, outgunned, and possibly outmaneuvered by sheer numbers forcing you into an untenable position, so I need you sharp enough to come back alive."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 23:54:55</strong>
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				<strong>"I will push the best and only the best, those who do not meet my standards will be pushed harder. The pilots of the Agronev will strike sheer terror in our enemies, you just give it some time." </strong><br>Ansem's smile started slowly across the lift end of his lips, as the situation was fully explained he almost glowed with excitement. A fire erupted deep into his green eyes, scanning for ships on their side, scanning their officers and commanders. <br><span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size"><em><strong>"fortes fortuna iuvat"</strong></em></span><br>He mumbled to himself lowly, the look on his face made it impossible to see he was pleased, bordering on unexplained joy. <br><strong>"If you excuse me, something has just come up." </strong><br>As quickly as he had arrived on the CiC, he had departed. He felt an sudden urge to commission a engineer to etch a long unused symbol on the side of his fighter. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>25-09-2009, 00:07:43</strong>
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				She palmed the piece of metal in her hand, thinking over everything that had happened the night before.&nbsp; Making a conscious effort to skirt around her drunken stupor she focuses on everything else that had gone wrong.&nbsp; But this time her anger had billowed into a low roar, if anyone had any idea just what she was capable of, than they would think twice before messing with her again.&nbsp; As she neared the holding cell where their little captive was held, she sent her lieutenant a wicked grin before schooling her features once again into impassivity.&nbsp; <br><br>The lieutenant, for the most part kept his face even, but he had come from the same post as she had before taking up position on the Agronev; and the only times he had ever seen her face like that...well he flinched thinking it.&nbsp; He didn't envy whomever was stuck in the room with her.&nbsp; <br><br>As Kris entered the room, her eyes swept over the dark woman in front of her.&nbsp; Everything about her was dark, everything but her skin.&nbsp; She was so pale, and Kris couldn't help but wonder if it was a physical abnormality or if she had spent far too much time away from any kind of sun.&nbsp; Considering their current position, she would guess it was the second.&nbsp; She didn't have too much time to conduct this interrogation, but than again she could always conduct it over several hours, days, weeks even. It was the slow drawn out ones that she liked the most, it would also accommodate her for when she would have to leave for her other duties throughout the day.&nbsp; <br><br>The rest of the room was white, all white.&nbsp; The only furniture being a small white bench that raised up from the floor.&nbsp; There was no bottom, just the bench.&nbsp; The overhead lights where on particularly bright, almost blindingly so.&nbsp; And with no cover in the room at all the Advent Captain had been forced to stay under them all night.&nbsp; As she entered the click of her boots reverberated throughout the almost empty room.<br><br>"Good morning Captain.."&nbsp; her eyes scan down to look at the file in her hands.&nbsp; "Low? Hmm what an interesting name.&nbsp; Well I hope you got a lot of rest last night, because we're going to have a little talk, you an me."&nbsp; Her body moved closer, but she still kept some distance between them.&nbsp; The Lieutenant brought in one chair, placing it down in front of the woman.&nbsp; As she sat down she could see the woman eying her.<br><br>"Oh I wouldn't get any...impetuous ideas now.&nbsp; My men are a little trigger happy, and while I've tried beating it out of them well it doesn't seem to be working unfortunatly...for you.&nbsp; But if you play happy now, we might just be able to allow you to leave here with...most of your skin."&nbsp; She paused, her words where spoken so ominously, but her face didn't show any emotion at all.&nbsp; <br><br>"Look all we want are names, places, schematics, plans of any attacks that your...fellows might have.&nbsp; See what I'm asking isn't anything you can't answer, it's very simple actually.&nbsp; You give me what I want, and I'll give you your life.&nbsp; And if you have any particular tid bits for me, well let's just say that I can arrange something pleasant for you."&nbsp; She didn't tell the woman that it would only be pleasant for Kris.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>25-09-2009, 01:07:07</strong>
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				Once at the food line, Allan helped himself to eggs, sausage and bacon, fried potatoes, and something to drink.&nbsp; Now free of the line, he looked around for any sign of his men.&nbsp; Soon enough, he spotted the chief gunners' table, where the heads of his weapon crews sat.&nbsp; "Morning, gentlemen."<br><br>"Morning, Weps."&nbsp; That was Jeff Andrews, who was responsible for one of the Agronev's Pulse Cannon batteries.&nbsp; Sitting down, Allan started eating.&nbsp; "So, Weps, rumor 'round the ship has it that we're going into a bu-ku may-lay today.&nbsp; That true?"&nbsp; The asker was Larry White, a definite country-boy, who was in charge of the Gauss Cannon.<br><br>"Probably," Allan said.&nbsp; "You don't put a legend like Kol in command of a battleship just so he can hunt frigates.&nbsp; That'd be like using a laser to grill steaks - fancy, but stupid.&nbsp; Coleman, you finish plotting the trajectories for those runaway ships the other day?"&nbsp; Bill Coleman was chief gunner for one of the portside autocannon batteries, and Welles' most dependable hand.&nbsp; "It's all done, Weps, sent it to CIC yesterday."<br><br>"Good."&nbsp; He then looked up to all the dozen or so men that sat at the table.&nbsp; "Make sure the boys are ready today - Shivae's supposed to be a heavily contested system, so we're probably going to be in the thick of it."&nbsp; His food finished, Allan rose, and left.<br><br>On his way to CIC, he stopped by his cabin and picked up his service revolver, plus half of the dozen speedloaders he kept in a drawer in his room.&nbsp; Aboard a battleship, you never really knew if there was going to be a boarding action.&nbsp; Resuming his move, he arrived in CIC before the shift change.&nbsp; Noting Kol's presence, the CWO saluted.&nbsp; "Admiral Kol, sir, good morning.&nbsp; What do we have today?"&nbsp; The last question was asking about the enemy presence, quantity and whatnot.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>25-09-2009, 01:21:55</strong>
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				Sliding around the engineering floor in a swivel chair, Marty rolled from computer to computer checking all the levels for the large ship. Grabbing various papers from a few guys, kicking her feet out she rolled up to the main computer. Laying all the papers out before her she cracked her knuckles and began programing various diagnostics programs to run, making sure to check each machinery off the papers and to write a few notes. <br><br>Stretching her arms over her head, Marty spun around in her chair "okay I'm going to need few guys to work on a small leak going on in pipe 45692. I also want a crew to go handle reactor 2345 the level is a little low and I definitely do not want to take chances." Taking out her comlink she paged the CIC deck "Lt. Solange here, just wondering if ya'll where having any trouble with the equipment up there."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>25-09-2009, 04:36:26</strong>
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				Kol toggled the link as Commander Solange spoke, responding almost immediately. "Had an issue with the damage control reader but looks like someone took care of it."<br><br>He then turned, nodding at his CWO. "Forty or greater enemy ships, ranging from frigate to capital-grade, plus accompanying Strikecraft escorts." He paused, then pulled a small key from his pants pocket, and slotted it into a small port in the side of the Weapons Console, then tapped on several keys. "Point-defense is now active, and ready to use proximity shells against anything that gets within a few thousand kilometres. We'll need that."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>25-09-2009, 10:13:01</strong>
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				<strong>[Dr. Cassandra Millers' Quarters</strong><br><br>The sheets felt warm; and didn't really want to leave the bed as she slowly slipped into consciousness. It was only when her eyes slowly opened and they glanced at the clock that her eyes widened a little and she forced herself off, and out of the bed. <br><em>'Shitshitshitshitshit'</em> she thought as the back of her hand quickly rubbed away any sleep from her eyes as she let out a yawn, going over to the wardrobe; a new pair of underwear, and the work clothes were slipped on before she palmed out of her office; tying her hair into a ponytail. <br><br><strong>Main Medical Ward</strong> <br>Entering the quarters, she moved over to the main terminal, making sure not too much had happened in the time she had overslept, while slumping down into the chair beside it; her stomach grumbling a little. Cassie had figured that she wouldn't have had time to go get anything to eat from the mess, so she had made her way here first. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>25-09-2009, 11:20:58</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Kris Fielding : Interrogating the useless piece of shit advent Captain Low</strong></div><br>The advent captain just stared, her eyes surrounded with dark rings of exhaustion, had taken on a feral look to them.&nbsp; All night she had been commanded to sit, than stand for a few hours, sit and than stand again, anything to keep her awake through out the night.&nbsp; When she was allowed to sit it was only for a few moments before she was told to stand again, no real respite given.&nbsp; All night a 10,000 Hertz tone was, never ending until kris walked into the room.&nbsp; Even when the sound stopped, the tone was still ringing in her ears.<br><br>Kris for the most part was content to just sit there, her unreadable eyes fixed on her target.&nbsp; For a moment her eyes go unfocused only to return now trained on her like some carnivore would it's meal.&nbsp; It was a while before she did open her moth to speak.<br><br>"Your mind tricks wont work on me, so I suggest you give up.&nbsp; I am rather disappointed, I had hoped that I was working with someone dangerous, but it looks like the only power you have is over weak minded individuals.&nbsp; I can assure you that you wont find any around here."&nbsp; As she spoke she watched the girl, she had been allowed to sit, but she wouldn't be granted that luxury for long.<br><br>"Are you going to talk?&nbsp; Or do we have to get better acquainted?"&nbsp; There was an odd empty look in Kris' eyes now.&nbsp; She had been trained in extreme interrogation tactics that some called torture, and to be able to stand what she did she needed to take a mental step back, as if watching her actions from afar.&nbsp; It had the added benefit of steadying her hands for any exacting work that would need to be done.<br><br>The prisoners eyes shifted around the room before snapping back to the woman in front of her, almost as if worrying that the moment she took her eyes off her interrogator she would lose her life.<br><br>"I don't know anything, but even if I did I wouldn't talk.&nbsp; Why would I tell any of you filthy pigs anything anyway?!&nbsp; So that you could use the information to kill more of my people!"&nbsp; The last of her words where spitten out, a look of disgust twisting her features into something ugly.&nbsp; Her eyes turning a deep shade of blue.<br><br>Standing abruptly Kris took the few steps closer to the criminal before yanking her up by the collar of her shirt.&nbsp; She had a couple inches on the woman so she yanked her up to her toes.<br><br>"You will talk, even if all I get out of you is the name of your favorite pet, you can bet I'll get you to talk."&nbsp; Releasing her she walked back to the guards stationed inside the room, their guns trained on the captive.&nbsp; Kris took a moment to whisper into one of their ears, instructing him to wheel in her tools.&nbsp; He nodded, and left to do as she asked.&nbsp; It only took a moment for him to return, but the covered table he rolled in was large enough almost not fit into the room.<br><br>Turning her attention back to the woman who had slumped down onto the floor, bent down and pulled her up again.<br><br>"Who gave you permission to sit?"&nbsp; And with that her hand reared back and slapped the captive with an open palm.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>25-09-2009, 22:46:43</strong>
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				Shivae Gravity Well, 0855 Terran Time<br><br>Shivae was a cold planet; its ambient temperature, in summer, was around Ten or so degrees below freezing, though there was some argument over whether it was measured on the farenheit or centigrade scale.<br><br>In orbit, the TEC had laced dozens of Gauss Defense satellites, essentially giant cannons that were fitted with some thrusters to maintain position and aim at targets. Effectively miniaturized versions of the spinal cannon in the Kol Battleships, most of the satellites were clustered around the planet's main population centres, which had managed to avoid hostile bombardment due to the Cannons being a serious threat to any enemy vessel within range.<br><br>At the moment, there were two separate, but openly hostile fleets, Totaling Approximately Forty ships, not counting the swarms of strike craft that flitted about, taking pot-shots at one another. Rimward from the planet, an Advent fleet waited, a pair of angular, but curved Capital ships making up the central formation. That central formation, Identifiable as a Halcyon Carrier, and a Radiance Battleship, was surrounded by a Dozen Disciple-class Frigates, commonly, and derisively, nicknamed 'flying pintos' by Some wags in TEC intelligence. A half-dozen cruisers fleshed out the formation, several Destra Crusaders acting as the main 'punch' behind the Lighter frigates.<br><br>Coreward, almost directly across the Gravity well from the Advent fleet, a Vasari Fleet held station, protectively surrounding a 'Space Egg'; one of their Jarrasul Evacuators. A massive ship by any stretch of the imagination, the Ovid Vessel was twice the size of the two Capital ships that flanked it, a Vulkoras Desolator and a Skirantra Carrier stood like a pair of loyal, overly large guard animals, waiting on any potential for abusing targets of opportunity. Screening the capital vessels, instead of short-range Skirmisher-type Frigates, the Vasari has a Dozen Kanrak Assailants, heavy missile frigates designed to punch holes at long range, which, in turn were screened by a half-dozen Skarovas Enforcers, Missile and Plasma beam-armed Cruisers, eagerly awaiting the chance to Hammer an enemy vessel into scrap.<br><br>Finally, hovering only a few hundred kilometres from the South pole, a single TEC capital ship hid, its emissions masked in the magnetic field of the planet, waiting silently as, at the one 'empty' known phase lane, the TDN Agronev Arrived in-system, armed and ready for anything.<br><br>(OOC: Images of known enemy Vessels)<br>(Advent Ships)<br><br>http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/sinsofasolarempire/images/a/ae/Halcyon-Carrier.jpg (http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/sinsofasolarempire/images/a/ae/Halcyon-Carrier.jpg)<br>http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/sinsofasolarempire/images/e/ee/Radiance-Battleship.jpg (http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/sinsofasolarempire/images/e/ee/Radiance-Battleship.jpg)<br>http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/sinsofasolarempire/images/9/92/Disciple.jpg (http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/sinsofasolarempire/images/9/92/Disciple.jpg)<br>http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/sinsofasolarempire/images/9/96/Destra-Crusader.jpg (http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/sinsofasolarempire/images/9/96/Destra-Crusader.jpg)<br><br>(Vasari Ships)<br><br>http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/sinsofasolarempire/images/8/8b/Jarrasul_Evacuator.jpg (http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/sinsofasolarempire/images/8/8b/Jarrasul_Evacuator.jpg)<br>http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/sinsofasolarempire/images/a/a6/Vulkoras_Desolator.jpg (http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/sinsofasolarempire/images/a/a6/Vulkoras_Desolator.jpg)<br>http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/sinsofasolarempire/images/c/c5/Skirantra_Carrier.jpg (http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/sinsofasolarempire/images/c/c5/Skirantra_Carrier.jpg)<br>http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/sinsofasolarempire/images/5/53/Skarovas_Enforcer.jpg (http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/sinsofasolarempire/images/5/53/Skarovas_Enforcer.jpg)<br>http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/sinsofasolarempire/images/8/8e/Kanrak_Assailant.jpg (http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/sinsofasolarempire/images/8/8e/Kanrak_Assailant.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>26-09-2009, 18:30:03</strong>
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				Mess Hall&nbsp; 07:50<br><br><br>Kiri feigned a more relaxed demeanor than she actually felt for the benefit of the crew she took breakfast with.&nbsp; Even so, their gentle ribbing of each other made her laugh and they in turn took delight in her pink cheeks when the jokes turned a bit more bawdy.&nbsp; Dawdling over bagel and coffee, she sat alone, her table mates headed off to report to their respective duties.&nbsp; Knowing she couldn't delay any longer, Kiri took a deep breath and pushed a button on the comlink strapped to her wrist.&nbsp; <br><br>"Admiral Kol? Qua.. uh.. Kiri Ownah reporting, Sir."&nbsp; No longer quartermaster, she wasn't quite sure how to report.&nbsp; Resident Spy, she was certain, would not be appreciated.&nbsp; "ahh, Where would you like me, Admiral?"&nbsp; <br><br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>27-09-2009, 18:16:40</strong>
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				CIC 0755<br><br>Kol collected his comlink, and tapped a code into it. "Adjutant Ownah, report to CIC. "<br><br>He then moved around the large centre, talking quietly with the young officers, encouraging them to do their best when the time is needed, before heading back to the Central Display, watching the timer count down to under an hour. "OOD, sound general quarters ar 0830."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>27-09-2009, 21:46:15</strong>
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				from the mess to the CIC 0805 <br><br>Her head thunk'd on the table.&nbsp; Adjutant Ownah?&nbsp; How could she assist him when she could barely face him after waking so cozy-warm under his blanket not an hour ago.&nbsp; Sighing, she pushed the memory to the back of her mind - she'd think about the possibilities of how and why later - and rose to get a tray with a coffee, slices of fruit, and freshly toasted bread.&nbsp; When Kiri went to Kol's cabin the night before, she was only have dressed, so would be walking into (onto?) the CIC looking rather casual in a light blue dress blouse and skirt, the black knee high boots two exclamation points under the bareness of her legs.&nbsp; With any luck, he'd be too distracted to care and at least she'd show up bearing him a bit of breakfast, certain he'd skipped it earlier.<br><br>Then she was right there where he was; her body did things inside that made her eyes go wide with surprise though she was able to recover before he turned to notice.&nbsp; "Excuse me, Admiral Kol.&nbsp; I thought you might need a bite to eat before the morning is over."&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>28-09-2009, 06:57:49</strong>
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				CIC, 0810<br><br>Kol nodded, picking at a piece of toast, his stomach reminding him that he needed some food to keep himself in decent form, and a piece of dry bread and coffee is better than just coffee. "Thank you, Adjutant."<br><br>Nodding to himself, he finished the short repast, several junior officers also picking at the plateful his Adjutant had collected as soon as Kol said that they could.<br><br>A few moments later, he left the CIC, pausing as the doors remained open long enough for Kiri to follow him, then headed for the officer's privy, knowing that he wouldn't have the opportunity to later, once battle had been joined. Moving into a private stall, he did what was needed, then moved to wash his hands.<br><br>Pausing, he looked at Kiri, then smiled slightly, drying his hands. "Something on your mind, or are you just happy to see me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>28-09-2009, 07:17:42</strong>
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				Auxiliary Control 0805<br><br>Alistar stepped into Auxiliary Control looking for all the world as if nothing in particular had happened the evening before.&nbsp; His face possessed a certain grimness that burned in his eyes as well.&nbsp; He carefully settled into His seat and called for a status report from all stations.<br><br>When he received an all clear, he punched up CIC.<br><br>"This is the XO, give me the Skipper."&nbsp; He said calmly, steppling his fingers to wait in the pre-battle commotion.&nbsp; Getting an answer that the Admiral wasn't there, he patiently left a message with the senior officer that Auxiliary Control was manned and ready.&nbsp; That done, there was nothing left to do but wait.<br><br>And that was often the hardest part.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>28-09-2009, 07:56:10</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Kris Fielding : Main Medical ward </strong></div><br>Kris left the prisoner, her knuckles slightly bruised and specks of blood scattered across her left cheek.&nbsp; Her lieutenant clearing his throat hands her a handkerchief and goes back to standing guard in front of the prisoners room.<br><br>"Thank you Lieutenant."&nbsp; Wiping away the blood she switches the sound system back on and turns up the lights.&nbsp; She was fairly certain that the captive knew nothing, but one could never be too sure.&nbsp; And she wanted to have another go at her anyway.&nbsp; She hummed slightly as she walked her way to the medical ward so that she could have her hand disinfected and wrapped; it wouldn't do to have her abrasions getting infected.<br><br>As soon as shew as done with this than she would get a crew of men to investigate the old chief of engineering's records, so that when she went to ask questions of the crew than she would have the proper information for the job.&nbsp; She neared the main medical ward, stopping before the door to smooth out her uniform and than when the door opened she walked in, heading for the nearest nurse who instructed her to wait for someone to tend to her abrasions.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>28-09-2009, 15:41:49</strong>
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				CIC privy , 0810<br><br>After following him like some dumb puppy, here she was in the privy!&nbsp; <br><br>"Something on your mind, or are you just happy to see me?" &nbsp;<br><br>Kiri blinked.&nbsp; Had he noticed her craning a bit to see the soap and water sloshing over his dinner plate sized hands and through those hunky digits.&nbsp; Oh yes, Admiral there are things on my mind, perhaps another independent search.&nbsp; That idea made her a little breathless and she struggled to rein in her thoughts to more professional and appropriate level.&nbsp; Kiri let her tongue slip nervously over her lips as she lifted her chin.&nbsp; "What is on my mind Admiral is entirely inappropriate i'm afraid."&nbsp; Drawing a breath, she went on, "i find i'm not myself on this mission, Sir.&nbsp; The uhh... close contact seems to be effecting me in ways i did not expect."&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>28-09-2009, 16:12:22</strong>
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				Accidentally wiping a large smug of black on her cheek Marty smiled brightly as she finished prepping all the generators to make sure that nothing would go wrong with them. Tapping the large metal device she headed back to the main engineer floor, walking through the hallway with a few of her crew Marty laughed at a few of their jokes before one piped up, "hey Marty noticed you and the weapons guy getting pretty close this morn'ing...Got something ya wanna share?" <br><br>Confused at the question she shrugged her shoulders,"is it so wrong for me to have friends outside of engineering?" Hearing the other man sigh Marty looked down at the ground, frowning wondering what could be so wrong with being friends with Allan. "We just don't want you to get hurt is all" jerking her head up Marty was even more confused "hurt? Have you guys been drinking on duty again?" <br><br>Surprised at their sudden burst of laughter, she almost fell over when one of them hugged her tightly "oh pure, sweet Marty how are we ever going to corrupt you?!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>28-09-2009, 19:30:19</strong>
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				He nods, catching a moment of insight as she seemed to squirm in place, before he gently reached out and guided her into a stall, with himself, followed by him locking it.<br><br>"Now, I think you need a bit of relief." He smiled, moving one hand to between her legs, rubbing her panties before sliding them aside and tickling her naked skin. A moment later, he pushed one large finger into her, the gentle, but solid intrusion finding her g-spot almost instantly, and teasing over it gently, before moving deeper to tickle her cervical ring, the right muscle usually very sensitive to any contact.<br><br>"I think you're enjoying yourself." He chuckled, slowly pumping the finger back and forth, exploring her dampening inner walls.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>28-09-2009, 22:20:03</strong>
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				- doing naughty things in the CIC privy -<br><br>Wide eyed, she let him lead and lock them together in a privy stall.&nbsp; His close proximity giddy upped her heart, but she had no time to think about that.&nbsp; Teasing words were quickly followed by decisive action when he leaned closer, slightly bent to accommodate the 14 inch height advantage he had on her, effectively pinning her to the wall. She felt a little gush of excitement when he used a beefy finger to tease at her panties.&nbsp; When there was no protest but for a slight push of her palms against his chest and her quickened breath he broke around the edge of her panties to delve inside the soft pink center.&nbsp; Her fingers curled around the fabric of his shirt as she let loose a guttural sigh.&nbsp; “ohhh Admiral Kol.” <br><br>Kiri closed her eyes and averted her face, teeth gently pressed into her bottom lip until he pushed deeper, and she gasped, coming up on the toes of her boots with a soft whimper and reach a hand to the wall to steady her self.&nbsp; "I think you're enjoying yourself." He chuckled… &nbsp; &nbsp;Beyond blushing, she just moaned softly as he worked his way in and out of her slickening tightness.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>28-09-2009, 22:36:16</strong>
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				Kol nodded, continuing the gentle work his finger had started, the thumb nearest Kiri's most sensitive spots finding her hooded pearl and gently rubbing around the small, sensitive nub, working to ensure that the end result for the young Adjutant was that she would have a completely mind-blowing climax.<br><br>His gentle ministrations continued, his size forcing the much smaller woman to stretch up onto her toes as his fingers continued their work, feeling her inner walls slicken and begin to make faint noises from the constant motions. He paused, then frowned as the lights changed from solar-yellow, to dim blue, and a shipwide alarm began to hoot loudly. "Perhaps we should continue this later."<br><br>Pulling his finger free of Kiri, she left the stall and washed his hands, then activated his comlink, linking up to his Second in Command. "Rear Admiral Mckeon, situation report?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>28-09-2009, 22:59:59</strong>
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				Alistar answered the page, which he knew had to be from the Admiral.&nbsp; "XO here."&nbsp; He answered then listened.&nbsp; "Auxiliary Control manned and ready."&nbsp; He informed his superior.&nbsp; "All stations checking in as ready."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>28-09-2009, 23:18:47</strong>
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				Breathing in soft little pants, with a finger slick inside her and another working on her clitoris, the girl was nearing the edge of something. "Perhaps we should continue this later."&nbsp; She'd only heard him from far away until suddenly she was left sagging against the cool stall wall all alone, wide eyed and confused.&nbsp; Gathering her breath as well as her senses, she listened to Kol wash his hands and get back to the business at hand and she wanted to screech, an uncommon feeling for her.<br><br>Leaning against the wall, finding her breath and pondering what had just happened, her fingertips absently brushing the soft skin just below the barely there skirt, she dared to reach between her legs to press the hard button of her clitoris through her panties.&nbsp; Biting on her lip, she slipped her fingers under the silky fabric and found a life line... and while her fingertips worked a circle around that sweet little nub of nerves she brought herself back to the edge and with a soft "Oh!" she went over it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>28-09-2009, 23:38:42</strong>
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				Kol nodded slightly, smiling. "Good work, XO. We have a decent idea of what will be waiting for us when we arrive, but it should be several hours after we arrive in the gravity well before we start shooting. Feel free to keep the crew alert, but not too stressed."<br><br>He paused, then remembered something. "Any reports floating about that you feel need to cross my desk?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>29-09-2009, 03:29:01</strong>
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				"Nothing that can't wait."&nbsp; Alistar answered Kol's question.&nbsp; He continued to watch the working in Auxiliary Control.&nbsp; All in all, he was satisfied that if something happened that they could pick it up without a hitch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>30-09-2009, 12:47:15</strong>
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				<strong>Main Medical Ward</strong><br>The door to the main medical wards opened as Cassie walked next to, and through them; entering the main medical wards once more. Looking around, she noticed Kris waiting; a little curious as to why she had come, any nurses that weren't busy were off-duty - meaning she didn't have anyone come and tell her what had happened. <br><br>Making her way across the floor towards Kris, she noticed some of the cuts and bruises that she had; making her ever more curious. "And what happened to you?" she asked with a look of amused curiosity. "Not fighting with other crew...are you?" she asked - doubting that was it. If it was either the other crew member got away scathe-free, or Kris managed to kill said crew member and they were currently in a bodybag in the freezer waiting to be taken back to their home. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>30-09-2009, 14:04:09</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Kris Fielding : Main Medical Ward<br></strong></div><br>The sound of the ship wide alarm had Kris about ready to skip all this and go to her station, when she spotted Dr. Miller approaching. "Nope, no fighting, I was just finishing up an interrogation and wanted to get patched up before heading over for officer duties.&nbsp; It's just a few abrasions and cuts on my fist, nothing too serious."&nbsp; She could have just sprayed it with a disinfectant, but the last time she had opted to do that instead of getting it taken care of by professionals, she had managed to get it infected...somehow.<br><br>She was itching to get it done with so that she could hurry to her station, but knew that she had to be patient, it would only take a few moments and until than one of her men would take over her spot until she took over.&nbsp; "When I'm done with the captive, I might have to send for you to take a look at her before we send her off to be processed.&nbsp; I hope you wont find that an inconvenience, I know that your time is valuable."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>30-09-2009, 22:46:41</strong>
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				Ever rubbed her heavy eyes. Getting so close to any point on a planet and through it's gravitational pull was hard when fully awake. Getting as close as they were to Shivae on little sleep and a full day's work was hard as shitting bricks, and a pain in the ass too.<br><br>Ever stretched, punching in her log-out sequence and heading to her bunk, a little on the abnormal side of sleep patterns, but when you had her job, you rested when you could. She yawned as she spoke. "Lieudene oh! Lieutenant, you are in charge for a few hours. Don't wake me up unless there is an emergency. And even then, someone must die first." She was joking, but really, she needed her rest.<br><br>As she reached her bunk, Ever pulled the bicycle shorts and skirt down and pulled her top off, laying down on her sheets in just her underwear and falling into a deep slumber before her head even touched the pillow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>01-10-2009, 15:19:21</strong>
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				"Expendable enough for you to go bludgeoning yourself and those you're supposed to be interrogating I guess?" Cassie responded under her breath; a little annoyed, as one would be; she didn't mind the idea of violence, especially if it meant some change for the better at the end, however she did usually mind senseless violence that she usually had to clean up. She felt a little better knowing she had to clean up both people - only so she knew that they both were getting good care, rather than having no idea what was happening to the other.<br>"Did you learn anything from the..." she contemplated saying victim, but held her tongue "...person you were interrogating?" she added.<br><br>Moving over to the cupboard once more; she retrieved and walked back to Kris with the scanner, she took Kris' hand delicately - surprised at the warmth of them - before running the scanner over her fingers, knuckles, and the majority of the back of her hand. Thankfully there wasn't any major damage; nothing that would develop into anything worse anyway. Picking up a disinfectant wipe, "This may sting a little" she smirked, wiping the wipe across the cuts before throwing it into the bin beside a terminal. Picking up a small spray bottle, she squirted a liquid onto the area of the cuts; the liquid solidified quite fast into a thin film; a membrane of sorts. "And there we go. All done. Don't go hurting yourself any more...now do you want a lollypop?" she asked, her tone of voice a little bit patronising. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>01-10-2009, 19:33:12</strong>
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				Shivae System; Praxus-Shivae Phase Lane Exit<br><br>Two light frigates Dueled against one another, the Vasari frigate being larger and outgunning the Advent Disciple-class, but also being slightly slower, and less maneuverable than the smaller Advent vessel.<br><br>However, the point was rendered entirely moot when, in a burst of radiant cherenkov radiation the Phase Lane disgorged the Agronev, which, less than a hundred kilometres away from the two frigates, didn't seem to even slightly slow down as several of the vessel's heavy autocannon arrays fired without prompting from command, putting a dozen two-metre wide holes through the side of the Advent Frigate, shattering armour plate, warping bulkheads, and destroying vital systems, including severing one of the 'wings' on the ship's flank, ionizing plasma igniting and creating a plume of uncontrolled thrust as the hundred-metre long ship tried to control itself with one of its engines having been snapped off.<br><br>The Agronev's Quad Beams lanced out and into the fore of the Vasari frigate, coruscating energy and heat overloading shields, forcing them to buckle, as the beams began to melt into the Hull of the Vasari frigate before the small ship took the smart course of action, turned tail, and went to full burn, trying to outrun the Agronev's lethal range, chased by a stuttering volley from a pair of autocannon, several shells carving gouges into the enemy frigate's hull, but not causing lethal damage.<br><br>The Advent frigate, less lucky, could only wait as the Massive Capital ship cruised deeper into the gravity well, before the three autocannon arrays low on the Battleship's Port side opened up, shredding the Advent Frigate like so much tissue paper in front of a fire hydrant.<br><br>CIC: 0905<br><br>"Advent frigate destroyed, Vasari Frigate crippled, but out of range. Should we pursue?" The junior officer saluted quickly, giving Kol the verbal report, before he shook his head slightly, denying the request to pursue the Vasari vessel. "It's faster than us, even when beat to hell and gone. Let it run."<br><br>Kol then nodded, watching the 3D image of the gravity well resolve and display the icons of the hostile fleets. "Weapons, good shooting. Navigation, head in between the Advent fleet and Shivae. We want to lure them into range of the gauss platforms, and take them apart there."<br><br>He smiled slightly, feeling the faint thrum of the vessel's engines pressing the warship onwards. The opening shots in the Shivae system had been Fired, and now Everyone knew they were there. In the corner of the 3D display, a timer counted down, showing the rough estimate of three hours to get within firing range of the Advent fleet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>02-10-2009, 11:05:04</strong>
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				Main Medical Ward than on route to CIC<br><br>Kris was used to people judging her based on her job, and she couldn't blame them.&nbsp; She didn't condone senseless violence, however when you found yourself face to face with a captive that had all the information you would need in order to save a few hundred or even thousands of people, and because their beliefs, hate, or drive to succeed was so great that it looked like they would never talk...well than she wasn't above using violence to get what she needed.&nbsp; In this case it looked like she wasn't going to get anything useful, but who's to say that the next captive wouldn't yield something better?&nbsp; So suffice it to say that she normally didn't get angry at peoples tones being less than civil with her; but today, hell the week just hadn't been going well.&nbsp; So she chose to ignore the first comment out of the doctors mouth; deciding that she had burned so many bridges lately that she didn't need to add another one to the list.<br><br>"Unfortunately I can't share the details from my investigation, but thank you for the patch up.&nbsp; And no I wont be needing a lolly pop, but thanks for offering one."&nbsp; Looking down at her now patched up knuckles she nods in thanks.&nbsp; "Most of the damage was done before hand though, I went a little over board venting my frustration out on a punching bag last night, and that combined with my work today...well I figured I should get it fixed before it got infected."&nbsp; Flexing her fixed fist, she flashes the doctor a smile before heading over to the exit.&nbsp; "It looks like you might get a few visitors after the battle.&nbsp; Good luck with that."&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>04-10-2009, 21:40:47</strong>
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				<strong>Shivae System: Hangar of the Agonev, moments before strikecraft deployment 01145</strong><br><br>Besides having a head over the rest of his pilots, he looked like them all when they were fully strapped into their flight suits. The engineers and mechanics had been ordered out, all communications with CIC and had gone silent and he made sure no one would here what he was about to say to anyone besides his squads. <br><strong>"Perfection is out of our grasp, know that...but every engagement you return from, every ship you destroy is a bigger notch you will leave in history. You are all nothing, a number and a suit in this massive war, if you die you will be expected casualty x out of equation Y some logistics suit back at base command created. To them you are already dead...and dead men have no rules."</strong><br>He grinned at them with a devilish smile.<br><strong>"Get in those fucking ships and rip the shit out of everything in your path! Remember what I have drilled into your heads and you will come back to add to the tally."</strong><br><br>Silence was all CiC would receive from Ansem and his pilots, the ships deployed and used the ship's flank as cover while they approached the battle ahead. Ansem was quick at work and used a signal in battle he had used in hopes that out in the pools of black space was a familiar voice, everyone of his pilots were given the signal in secret. <br><strong>"Hail ut niveus ventus"</strong><br>Nothing could be heard at first, everyone flew in silence. Ansem's pilots were not sure what they were witnessing but they figured it would be best to stay quiet. <br><strong>"Hail ut niveus ventus"</strong><br>A cracking broke the erriely silence, then in unison three voices chimed in over everyone's speakers. <br><strong>"Nos es ventus procul vestri tergum intemporaliter!!"</strong><br>A sigh of relief could be heard from Ansem's mic before he cut it off, seconds later he was heard again.<br><strong>"You motherfuckers had me worried, what is the situation, mind if we cut in?" </strong><br>A gruff sounding man replied. <br>"My boys are getting hammered down, there numbers are endless and my falcons need cover!"<br>Coordinates were sent over to Ansem, he immediately sent his first detachment to cover. <br><strong>"We can save the reunion for later." </strong><br>The communication light went bright green in every pilot's Hud-display. The order to engage came directly from Ansem, the strike craft of the Argonev were ordered to assist the remaining pilots along with their prime mission objectives. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>06-10-2009, 01:40:20</strong>
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				Auxiliary Control<br><br>Alistar sat calmly in the command chair, watching his tactical repeater as the battle continued.&nbsp; Much like everyone in the room, he hoped that they wouldn't be needed but ready to take control if they were.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>07-10-2009, 15:03:21</strong>
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				By the time Marty got down to the engineer stations, the men where running around full force. Joining the crazed mob she started yelling orders, making sure they kept a close eye on all the generators and antimater core. <br><br>Finally having calmed down some and everyone was at their station, the crew could only wait and see. Watching the monitors closely Marty stood alert and ready, glad that all the systems where in proper working order. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>07-10-2009, 15:19:37</strong>
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				Kiri stayed leaning against the stall wall until the shaky sensation left her legs.&nbsp; Blowing a long breath out, she pushed off the wall and opened the door, relieved to see no one.&nbsp; After washing her hands and face, she leaned in to study her face in the mirror and while she recognized the girl, she knew there was a difference.&nbsp; Tidying the knot of silver at her nape, she rubbed the odd circle of blue; the Advent was still a part of her, she was bound to them by this single implant - and what ever else they might have put in her body she thought wryly.&nbsp; <br><br>They had to know she broke from the calling; handling the communicator had been foolish, especially within close proximity to Admiral Alexander Kol.&nbsp; The man totally put her off her wits; and with that thought, the new Adjutant went in search of that very same man.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>07-10-2009, 16:14:49</strong>
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				CIC: 1045<br><br>Kol watched as the timer ticked down to Seventy-five minutes left, feeling a faint sense of uneasiness pass through the Ship as the ship entered what was generally known to be the outer limit of direct 'contact' with the Advent's potent Psi-powered abilities, well known for generally fucking with the minds of practically anyone aboard the ship.<br><br>Brig: 1050<br><br>She felt them calling to her, the soothing voices cutting through the haze of exhaustion, eyes lighting up as if inflamed from within. Slowly, she stood up, her wounds having been roughly bandaged, her joints and muscles screaming in agony as she stepped, slowly, to the door to her cell. Then, all she knew was light, and heat, and the knowledge that, as she died, she would take some of the Defilers with her.<br><br>CIC: 1051<br><br>The Blast was powerful enough to Rock the ship, The echoing explosion and tremor causing the vessel to visibly shift its course for several moments, even as Kol looked over at the damage control schematic, to see that several amber, and one red light had flashed on. "Damage, Report!"<br><br>A rating saluted and quickly responded. "Detonation in the Brig, sir. Crisis Response has the Fire under control, but we lost five marines in the initial blast, as well as the prisoner. The blast warped the bulkhead next to the Autofeeder for the Number three Autocannon on the port side, sir. It will only be able to sustain a third of its rate of fire to avoid risk of jamming."<br><br>Kol frowned, his large hands tightening on the safety rail around the central schematic. "We'll have to press on. Get some structural engineers up to see if they can fix the damage in under two hours."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>07-10-2009, 18:47:34</strong>
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				Grabbing the console Marty cried out in surprise as the ship rocked all of a sudden, looking up she saw that the monitor was showing that the bulkhead was severally damaged. Hearing the orders Marty quickly replied, paging the CIC deck she spoke with confidence "Sir we will have the damage repaired a.s.a.p!" Jumping from her chair Marty picked several men to come with her, each of them gathering various tools they made there way to site. <br><br>Coming upon the damage, Marty had to take a step back from the site. She could plainly see that there had been casualties, charred bodies where scattered through out the hallway. Feeling a large hand on her shoulder she looked up at the man, her vision cloudy with tears. "Come on Marty we...We have a job we need to do." Nodding her head slowly she wiped her eyes quickly, "Right lets get started guys..." <br><br>Taking a hesitant step forward Marty took a deep breath, quickly regretting it now only smelling death and melted metal. Wincing as she had to step over a unrecognisable body, wanting only to turn back and run to her room so that she could throw up at that moment. Touching the warped steal softly Marty stood there for a moment to gather her thoughts. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>08-10-2009, 02:01:13</strong>
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				<strong>Kris Fielding: Out side med</strong><br><br>Kris had been walking towards the CIC, knowing that now that they would be in battle she would be needed.&nbsp; But when the ship suddenly shook, throwing her up against the side of the metal hall walls, she couldn't help the gasp of pain that signaled a bad bruise that would appear if not a strained muscle.&nbsp; Shaking it off her head turned in the direction of the explosion, turning abruptly her steps turned into running.&nbsp; Her Brig was was in that direction, and her men where still stationed there.&nbsp; Her speed faltered as she reached the area that led into the brig, twisted and morphed pieces of metal littered the floor, and she could see body parts scattered across the floor.<br><br>Pushing stray hair from her face, her features steady, harden.&nbsp; She wasn't new to battle, she had seen more men she had worked with die than survive, mourning for them would come later, when she was alone.&nbsp; Bending down she stares down at the small metal tag that read the name of the Lieutenant that had just helped her in her recent interrogation.&nbsp; Taking out a handkerchief, something she always carried on her, she picked it up.&nbsp; The burning metal was hot to the touch, the heat coming through the clothe still burning the tips of her fingers.&nbsp; Wrapping the her hand around the burning metal, she turns back, heading for the CIC.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>08-10-2009, 03:16:24</strong>
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				Ever jumped away to the muffled sound of the explosion coming through her walls. She raced out of bed and into her bicycle shorts and a tank top, trying to hurry and get to her station. She ignored all the bodies strewn through her path, sick on the inside but showing nothing. <br><br><em>I can only help in my station. Get it together Ever.</em><br><br>She slammed the door open, barking out. "Some ass wipe get me some coffee and explain to me just what the hell happened!" She stepped to the computer systems, putting the correct coordinates in the get them on course, again, and slowing down the speed of the ship while repairs were made. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>08-10-2009, 03:32:14</strong>
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				Kol looked over at Ever, his face impassive, before he chuckled, shaking his head. "Well, seeing as how there are no 'ass wipes' aboard this ship that can move under their own power, you'll be waiting a long time for coffee and information."<br><br>He paused, letting her realize that she had just put her foot in her mouth then shrugged. "Short version is that our prisoner decided to explode. Long version is messier."<br><br>He turned back to the Image in the centre of the CIC, watching as several Frigates from the Advent fleet peeled off, ready to capitalize on any visible weakness. Smiling, he nodded, then toggled his comlink. "Engineering, vent some of the ruined metal through an airlock. we have guests, and I want them to think we're hurting badly, so we can do bad things to them."<br><br>He then turned and looked at his weapons officer. "Use the Gauss cannon this time. Fire for effect once they get within three thousand Kilometres."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>08-10-2009, 03:52:49</strong>
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				CIC&nbsp; <br><br>Kol seemingly dismissed his new assistant for which she was relieved, pointing her to a seat which she gladly took hoping no one noticed how rosey her usually pale cheeks were.&nbsp; Crossing her legs she leaned back to quietly pay attention to her shipmates on the bridge.&nbsp; There was a prickling warmth at her neck that suddenly burst, splashing a wave of heat over her brain that stopped her breath.&nbsp; Gripping the edge of her seat until the moment passed, Kiri drew a deep breath and tried to focus.&nbsp; There was something very wrong but she could not pinpoint the source or the intent.&nbsp; Her mind was flooded with disjointed pictures, and then she heard them calling, felt their energy slip right past her to....&nbsp; "oh no!" Kiri's horrified thought was lost to the rocking of the ship and flashing lights and alarms.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>08-10-2009, 07:46:28</strong>
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				Slowly removing the panel, Marty bit her lip as she heard a random person cry in pain. Wanting only to go over to them and try to help the injured party. Hearing her comlink go off she listened to Admiral Kol's orders, "yes sir...We will get on that right away." <br><br>Her voice flat and void of emotion she motioned at two of the guys to come with her, "orders are to throw the damaged metal out through a airlock." Motioning the men to do that, Marty powered up one of her tools and began replacing the bulkhead quickly but properly. <br><br>Wiping her brow as the last piece was put in place she swallowed heavily, looking up she noticed her men had come back. Nodding her head, Marty picked up her comlink "Sir we have sent the scraps out, they should be in plain sight of the enemy as we speak." Ending the call she started walking away from the horrible scene, not wanting to be among the carnage anymore. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>08-10-2009, 08:12:11</strong>
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				The initial part of the fight went as planned - a Battleship against two opposing frigates?&nbsp; Hardly a fair fight.&nbsp; He nodded, responding to Admiral Kol's compliment.&nbsp; "Thank you sir, but I'm not the one doing the shooting."<br><br>Everything was going well - until the explosion rocked the ship.&nbsp; Allan's first thought was what had happened, but that was replaced by the call over the comm of the partially blocked autocannon feeder.&nbsp; Hearing it was the number three cannon, he sighed in relief - Bill Coleman was chief gunner for number two, meaning that he was nowhere near the explosion.&nbsp; But, they were still his people, and he needed to check them.&nbsp; "Number three portside, report."<br><br>The voice of Ron O'Rourke, the station's chief gunner, came back.&nbsp; "Feeder's blocked, Weps - we'll need to slow the firing rate to stop a jam."<br><br>"Understood," the CWO responded.&nbsp; "Damage control will be there shortly - tell the boys to help where they can, and where they can't, to get the hell out of the way.&nbsp; Any injured down there?" He knew there were, he just needed to know how many.<br><br>"A few, sir."<br><br>"Very well, any that can't do their jobs are to report to sickbay - any that can, are to stay until ordered."<br><br>"Understood, sir."<br><br>He turned to see Kol's visage, and command regarding the Gauss Cannon.&nbsp; His own expression turning dark, and his eyes now angry, he responded.&nbsp; "Yes sir."&nbsp; Spinning up Larry White, the chief of the Gauss Cannon, he spoke to the gunner.&nbsp; "Mr. White, once those frigates are in range, commence fire.&nbsp; And no misses - I want one shot, one kill.&nbsp; That understood?"<br><br>"Yessir!"&nbsp; White's country accent came over the comm.&nbsp; "We'll get 'em!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>09-10-2009, 02:20:46</strong>
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				Shivae Gravity well, approximately Halfway between the TEC and Advent-Held Phase Lanes<br><br>The Advent frigates were akin to emaciated piranha next to a Great White Shark, though, from their perspective, the shark seemed disturbingly calm, despite the trickle of glittering sparks and silver flashes coming from several hatches low on the vessel's port side. Three frigates, seeing the glittering wound, and their commanders sensing the wave of anger and pain coming from that section, decided that it would be best to add some punishment to the Defilers, by charging in at top speed, Pulse Lasers ready and firing as soon as they got to within effective range.<br><br>The Agronev didn't even shiver from the multiple impacts, slowly turning on its axis, lining up the massive gauss cannon as the Bow-mounted Beam cannons Lit into the Frigate's shields, burning through layers of defensive energy as the gauss cannon charged up, then released a ball of ferrous nickel-iron at some godawful speed, crunching into, then through, the main body of the Disciple frigate, neatly bisecting it, and causing its engine nacelles to fly off in opposing directions as the hull of the small vessel blew up rather impressively.<br><br>The other two frigates were immediately savaged by autocannon Fire, as the ship swiveled on its axis, fusion flaring from its maneuvering thrusters as the beam cannons locked onto and pounded into the hull of the third frigate in the rough 'line' that had been created, the gauss cannon causing the ship to tremble as its second shot sped through the shields of the Second Advent frigate, cracking it open like an egg, but not destroying the small vessel, much of the slug's energy having been spent on getting through the shields.<br><br>The third frigate, wisely, spun and went to full burn, trying to get out of the battleship's range, though, twelve seconds later, the gauss cannon again spat a bolt of high-speed death into the fleeing Frigate, shattering it like an egg dropped from a great height.<br><br>CIC 11:13<br><br>Kol watched the screen, looking at the Advent fleet as it rearranged itself to compensate for the loss of three ships. "Good job, weapons. We hit them hard, and they won't be in a hurry to pick a fight piecemeal."<br><br>He paused, then walked over to the Empty communication station, and tapped in a code to link the Ship to the Planetary government. "This is the TDN Agronev, contacting Ifrit Dome."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>12-10-2009, 13:26:36</strong>
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				Before even entering the engineering station a loud alarm hit her ears. Running in Marty looked around at the men scrambling to stop the ever present noise, at her console she studied each monitor before cursing loudly. The shot they had just fired had drained the antimater core by 2/3'rds of it's normal power, yelling out she picked a few men to go and fix it with out the other core's exploding. Seeing them nod, Marty had confidence in their ability to replenish the energy. Staying up top she kept a close eye on the monitors not wanting to risk the life of her men or the entire ship, a small grimace made its way to her face once she saw it was the same one that had been giving them so much trouble to start with. <br><br>The alarm had finally stopped but that didn't mean they where safe yet, not until she saw proof on the screen or proof from her crew. So focused on the monitor she didn't noticed her old boss, Will was standing next to her until he spoke. "You know you could have just done a reactor chain...Saved us time and not waste our resources." <br><br>Curling her fingers into a fist, Marty looked up at him glaring "you know if you had done your job properly we wouldn't be having this problem in the first place!" The man matched her stare with a glare of his own, but she simply turned around to focus on the task at hand not some stupid petty arguments. Out of the corner of her eye though, Marty watched as he walked away over to a bunch of guys. Making several rude jesters in her direction she simply ignored them, letting out a small sigh as she watched the core slowly start to recharge. "Alright guys she is slowly picking up speed and will be back to normal, hopefully soon enough." <br><br>Quickly adding for them to say down there and double check all of the antimatter cores in case something went wrong. Picking up her comlink she went to page Admiral Kol, stopping when she felt a warm hand on her shoulder. Looking up she saw it was one of the elder members of the engineering crew "I'll fill him in Marty, I gotta go up to the CIC deck anyway and recheck all their wiring. Can't have them going blind in battle again can we" smiling she nodded her head and watched him leave. Her shoulders dropping she slumped down in a chair near her, rubbing her head she wondered at that moment why she didn't drink.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>12-10-2009, 14:10:27</strong>
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				Auxiliary Control<br><br>Alistar put forth an aura of calm, which he knew affected everyone else in the room.&nbsp; His eyes remained fixed most of the time on the tactical repeater but they drifted from time to time to monitor damage control.&nbsp; So far, so good.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>12-10-2009, 17:42:15</strong>
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				CIC: 1125<br><br>Kol nodded to himself, listening to the report linked to him by Ifrit dome, the capital 'city' on Shivae, then smiled and politely signed off. He then turned back to the central display, and pointed at the south pole of the planet. "Put a mark there. TDN Behemov is hiding in the magnetic distortion, and will join up with us in five hours."<br><br>He paused, then pointed at Kiri. "Adjutant, get on the communications array and keep in contact with Ifrit dome; their Early warning system is a lot more powerful than ours, so they can tell us when the enemy fleets are moving, or if reinforcements are coming to help them."<br><br>A few moments later, a Cloud of tiny blue dots appeared from the Advent position, and began to advance. "Weapons, those Flak munitions better be ready, because we're going to be facing two hundred Advent Strikecraft in twenty-five minutes." He then toggled a comlink to his CAG. "Hot launch in twenty; we have inbound enemy strikecraft, ten wings. Come back alive."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>14-10-2009, 01:54:20</strong>
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				Ever blushed, not realizing that he had been in the room. She ran to the computer, putting the ship in a steady position for weapons to be fired at maximum potential and little movement. As soon as that was done she went to get coffee, knowing she wouldn't be needed until the fighting was over. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>14-10-2009, 06:55:50</strong>
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				CIC from approximately 1050 to 1130<br><br>The girl lost track of time after the explosion.&nbsp; She had a brief moment of shock after realizing a sister, a Kin of Mind, was aboard the ship and she had no knowledge of it until the very last second.&nbsp; Too late for her to do anything about it, but soon enough for her to feel the horror.&nbsp; And the horror did not end; it came in surprise onslaught so hate-filled that she was knocked back in her seat.&nbsp; The psi attack came from someone of great mental strength on the Halcyon Carrier, and Kiri was exhausted just maintaining an appearance of normalcy.&nbsp; <br><br>With only one psi implant and ten years out of formal training, Kiri's psychological power was weak at best among the Unity; still she pushed back.&nbsp; Years learning how not to reveal her identity or psi ability came to her aid this day, as she sat with white knuckles wrapped around the seat only to be matched the line of tension outlining her pressed lips, her pale blue eyes were unreadable.&nbsp; There wasn't a breath deep enough to prepare her for the rejoinder, Kiri now knew it was the Commander of the Halcyon Carrier spewing forth the vile distortions of memory and oppressive venom.&nbsp; It was enough of a mental punch to make the girl tremble in her skin for a long while.&nbsp; Some time later the psi attack on the girl stopped, but her anguish and trembling did not.&nbsp; <br><br>He paused, then pointed at Kiri. "Adjutant, get on the communications array and keep in contact with Ifrit dome; their Early warning system is a lot more powerful than ours, so they can tell us when the enemy fleets are moving, or if reinforcements are coming to help them."<br><br>If Admiral Kol noticed her slower than usual reactions, he didn't mention it.&nbsp; Kiri managed a hoarse, "Yes Sir" and stood a bit unsteady.&nbsp; Brushing her skirt was a ruse to get her bearings before following orders.&nbsp; With nothing major going on outside her mind, she was able to punch a few buttons to patch in the sensor telemetry between the planet's network to the ship.&nbsp; Rubbing a still trembling hand over the strangely warm patch on her neck, Kiri sat back and waited.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>15-10-2009, 17:45:18</strong>
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				Each member of the engineering crew where on their toes, the stress was thick and probably would be there till the battle was over. Marty sighed sadly, the images of those poor people still stuck in her head absently going over the levels for the ship she wanted to make sure that the ship would be ready for anything. <br><br>Jumping as someone patted her shoulder she looked up and tried not to grimace as she saw it was her old boss, Will "what do you want now? I'm trying to go over the ships power supplies..." Startled by the loud laugh, she frowned as the sudden smell of alcohol drifted off of him. Standing up she removed herself from his presence, only for him to grab her by the wrist. "You little brat, think I don't know what you did..." His grip tightened and Marty's patience's with the man grew thinner "what are you talking about Will, I have done nothing wrong." <br><br>Her voice calm and level she noticed that a few of the guys where quickly looking over at them, dropping her wrist he shouted loudly for everyone to hear "you slept with the Admiral to get ye'r job! That's what happened boys, our little Marty here got busy with the old man to take mah position." Her face paled in anger as he continued to scream out his lies, clenching her hand she gave no warning when she quickly threw a punch at his large stomach. Will doubled over in pain, he didn't notice Marty rearing back to delivar another blow to his face. Her fist meet with the front of his face, raising her fist again she cried out in surprise as the guys grabbed her. Screaming in anger as she was pulled back and up Marty kicked at the air "you lying asshole! How dare you say such things about me or Admiral Kol! Let me go, I said let me go right now!" Their hands tightened on her arms and many had to move out of the way of her kicking feet, the crew more focused on keeping Marty away from Will did not noticed him going off and grabbing a large pipe. Muttering how she ruined his career....<br><br>Nodding his head as everything cleared out on the CIC deck, Hans heard his comlink going off. Thinking nothing of it he quickly answered, only to be meet with loud yelling. "Hans get down here quick! Marty and Will there fighting!" His eyes opened wide in surprise, Hans paled as he looked over at Admiral Kol knowing the man had heard the message. Wiping his brow he hoped the young lass knew what she just got into.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>15-10-2009, 18:05:50</strong>
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				CIC: 1137<br><br>Kol snapped his eyes over towards the active comlink, then lifted his own. "McKeon, you're in command. I have to go see if the Engineering crew won't blow up the ship with their squabbling."<br><br>A moment later, he stalked out of the CIC, pausing only long enough to ensure that his sidearm was available, just in case, then moved quickly towards the stern, the look on his face promising a slow, painful death to anyone that dared interfere.<br><br>Engineering: 1145<br><br>Pausing to catch his breath, he looked down from the catwalk halfway up the main engineering deck, watching as A dozen guys tried to subdue Commander Solange, while one man, separate from the group, picked up a particularly large pipe, with malicious intent written all over his face.<br><br>Kol's response was immediate, drawing his pistol, and settling into a weaver-style stance, both hands steadying the eight-pound weapon as he lined up and fired, the blast of the Slughthrower Echoing around the room, counterpointed by the dull clank of the pipe, neatly blown in half, falling to the floor. "ATTENTION!"<br><br>Kol did not bother to holster his pistol, the wisp of grey smoke coming from the barrel adding emphasis to his scowl. "Commander Solange, ~Ensign~ Jacobson. Supply 113. NOW." He pointed with the gun at a small supply closet just behind him, then waited, scowling.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>15-10-2009, 18:07:37</strong>
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				Auxiliary Control<br><br>Alistar's attention flicked back to his comlink as it demanded his attention.&nbsp; "Yes, sir.&nbsp; I have the con."&nbsp; He then leaned back in his chair and simply watched what was happening around him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>15-10-2009, 18:41:51</strong>
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				Panting heavily she was suddenly dropped as the gun shot sounded off, hearing a man scream loudly she looked over. Will was on the floor next to a what looked like a pipe. The men quickly dispersing at the sudden appearance of Kol, Marty looked up at the large man. <br><br>Nodding her head she didn't trust her voice she only kept her eyes to the ground, she swallowed nervously as she opened the door to supply closet and stepped inside. If anyone was looking close enough they could see that Marty was shaking horribly, all the stories her father had told her going through her mind about Kol's temper.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>15-10-2009, 18:45:43</strong>
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				Kol waited for both offending crewmembers to enter the supply closet, then pressed into the small room, leaving Solange and Jacobson pressed against the far wall, both of them clearly doing their best to not rouse his ire even further. "Solange. Explain. Now."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>15-10-2009, 19:04:42</strong>
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				Taking in a deep breath she looked up at Admiral Kol, her lavender eyes shining with anger and slight fear as she spoke. "Sir, Will was making false accusations about yourself and I...He said the only reason I received my position was due to me sleeping with you!" Her hands clenching she resisted the urge to punch the man again. "I know I was in the wrong Sir, but I couldn't stand for him to stand there and lie like that about you or me!" Reaching up she brushes a lock of black and blue hair from her face, her fear of the giant in front of her coming back quickly. About to speak again she was interrupted by Will <br><br>"Sir...If I mah speak...This little brat is nothing but a lying s..She Devil! Out of no'ere she comes up and slugs me." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>15-10-2009, 19:16:53</strong>
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				Kol frowned, tapping the butt of his large sidearm as he looked at both of them. "I am going to make this Perfectly clear. We are in the middle of a War. I do not have the luxury of babysitting the People that ~Should~ be making sure that the reactors are working, And that the ship isn't torn apart by enemy fire."<br><br>He paused, taking a step towards both members of his captive audience. "Now, if I hear that you two are fighting again, for ANY reason, I will personally pick you up, stick you in the nearest airlock, and let you contemplate the exterior of the ship without a pressure suit. Are we perfectly clear?"<br><br>A moment later, he frowned, looking at Jacobson. "You are also relieved of duty and confined to quarters for drinking while on duty."<br><br>He then settled his gaze on Solange. "I've seen what you've done to get this place working, but you need to remember that, as overall commander of the Engineering section, you need to keep a cool head. I can't have hot tempers in here, especially when we're going to be drawing from the Antimatter reactors."<br><br>Scowling, he opened the door and left the pair, shortly before an alarm Klaxon activated, telling the ship to brace for hostile bombing runs. Activating his comlink, he spoke into it as he began the long walk towards CIC. "McKeon, status?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>15-10-2009, 21:34:58</strong>
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				Wincing in embarrassment, Marty felt ashamed of her actions. Nodding her head "Yes Sir, I won't let my temper get the best of me any more." Watching Kol leave the small closet she quickly left the room after him, not wanting to be around Will anymore. Feeling a thousand eyes trained on Marty calmly walked up to the console, closing her eyes as the alarm went off.&nbsp; Grabbing the keyboard she tried to calm down. <br><br>Her dad always told her that her wild temper would get the best of her and it looks like he was right, "hey...Marty you know we don't believe Will right? We know that you are the best here and stand behind you hundred percent." Nodding her head as the man spoke she cleared her throat "alright guys, you hear that? That is the signal for us to get off our lazy asses and focus!" Hearing the crew cheer she smiled weakly at their scurrying to brace themselves incase of impact from enemy ships. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>18-10-2009, 00:26:36</strong>
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				Shivae Far Orbital Plane, Advent-Controlled Phase Lane.<br><br>Ten wings of Drones howled towards the lone TEC ship they could see, fury clouding them, and breaking their discipline. The Advent Drone ships, controlled by what amounted to rudimentary nervous systems and telepathic control from their host ships, were, physically, little more than an armoured shell with a pair of guns pointing from the bow, and a pair of engines to make them go insanely fast. However, they were also extremely fragile, capable of taking at most, two-thirds the punishment of a TEC-made Fighter.<br><br>Five of the wings were Light Fighters, sacrificing armour and Firepower for speed and maneuverability, while the other Five wings were bombers, sacrificing speed for light lances, cutting beams that were miniaturized versions of the Agronev's bow-mounted quad beam cannons. The Fighters moving from above the elliptical plane of the planet's gravity well 'dove' onto the Agronev's own fighter squadrons, touching off a massive furball between two dozen autocannon-loaded fighters versus a full hundred drones, leaving the Agronev open to be bombarded by the Hundred Bombers, their laser lances cutting into the capital ship's shields, but not breaching them as the generators took upon the added load, reinforcing the shields as fast as possible.<br><br>In response, the area around the warship was suddenly, and almost completely obscured by explosions, layered over one another to a maximum reach of well over three thousand kilometres around the warship, the sudden Appearance of Heavy Flak Bursts tipping the battle again towards the warship's favour, as the explosions, while not directly killing any strikecraft, did cause severe damage to them, knocking holes in armour, shorting out weapons, and so on.<br><br>-CIC-<br><br>"TDN Agronev, this is TDN Behemov. Emergency repairs are complete, and we are moving to Support your operation. We will be Coming up on your Stern, Starboard quarter, in approximately ninety minutes." The broadcast was faint, having been piggybacked over the planet's own network, but it was a good sign, and it caused many of the Crew to smile, even as the warship shuddered faintly from constant weapon impacts and recoil from its large-calibre guns as they sprayed cluster munitions into the local area around the vessel.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>18-10-2009, 03:00:03</strong>
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				Auxiliary Control<br><br>Alistar turned his attention from his displays when the Skipper called for an update.&nbsp; "TDN Behemov is enroute and will act as support when she arrives."&nbsp; He paused to glance at his tactical repeater.&nbsp; "Enemy drones are engaging now, all weapons free."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 19:11:35</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=47446.msg2350829#msg2350829">Quote from: Sel Nar on 18-10-2009, 00:26:36</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">-CIC-&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; "TDN Agronev, this is TDN Behemov. Emergency repairs are complete, and we are moving to Support your operation. We will be Coming up on your Stern, Starboard quarter, in approximately ninety minutes."&nbsp; &nbsp; </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><br>The smile Kiri offered the crew at the 'good news' was a lopsided tired one.&nbsp; Still a little confused about her place in The Unity and the extremes of the past twenty four hours taking a heavy toll, both physical and mental.&nbsp; The psi assault seemed to be over, nonetheless she kept her guard up, afraid she wouldn't manage to get through another.&nbsp; She really was an orpan now, still in the care of the TEC, or more to the point, protected by one Admiral Alexander Kol.&nbsp; <br><br>With a small tilt of her head, she sensed his approach.&nbsp; Maybe she should let him know the good news...&nbsp; &nbsp;or something.&nbsp; Standing on legs much steadier than they had been, for which she was grateful, she directed a junior to monitor her station until her return and made her way to intercept the man.&nbsp; <br><br>Even at a distance, he could make her feel tiny she mused as she approached.&nbsp; "Admiral..&nbsp; we&nbsp; have news from the Behemov."<br><br>&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 19:43:55</strong>
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				Kol nodded, smiling slightly as he stopped in front of Kiri. "Rear-admiral McKeon also informed me, thank you. Still I'd like to hear your report."<br><br>He listened carefully, watching her, then nodded. "That's good. We'll need the firepower they can bring to bear." After a moment, he paused, one large hand moving to touch Kiri's forehead. "You're looking a bit worn out. Come with me, please."<br><br>Kol moved to a small room set away from the CIC, and, opening the door, he revealed that it was a small, disused lounge for off-duty officers and crew. Pointing at a rather comfortable seat, he silently bade Kiri to sit down, then poured her a glass of juice. "Anything on your mind that you'd like to share?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 20:15:26</strong>
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				Kiri smiled and thanked him, taking a drink from the offered glass, pondering what or how much to say.&nbsp; Since he already knew her connection to the Unity there was no reason to deceive him.<br><br>"Admiral, it seems i'm uhh... an orphan for certain."&nbsp; with a half hearted smile, she set the glass on a nearby table.&nbsp; Nothing but a silent gaze as he waited patiently for more of an explanation,&nbsp; taking a deep breath, she went on.&nbsp; "I'm an outcast, Sir.&nbsp; They know... " blushing she couldn't finish, instead stumbling on, lifting a pained expression.&nbsp; "They attacked me.&nbsp; The Commander, i mean.&nbsp; She's very angry.&nbsp; It was... horrible!"&nbsp; Kiri hugged her self, shuddering over memories of her past two hours on the bridge.&nbsp; "She could have ruined me, Sir.&nbsp; I don't know for sure how i survived with all my faculties."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 22:24:57</strong>
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				Kol nodded, sitting down next to Kiri and taking a sip from his own juice. A moment later, he placed one arm around her shoulders, hugging Kiri to him. "Well, you're safe now, and as far as I'm concerned, you deserve as much protection as anyone else on this ship does, because you're a member of the family on this ship."<br><br>He paused, then smiled, his large hand gently stroking Kiri's hair. "Honestly, I think you'd rather stick around with this motley lot, because, well, even if we're not the best people to know, we at least try to take care of one another, right?"<br><br>The ship shook slightly, faint echoes of the ammunition feeders loading more cluster shells into the autocannons squealing down the halls of the ship, the crew standing ready, tense but alert for anything, even as Kol moved his hand lower, gently cupping Kiri's cheek. "Nothing to fear, right?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 00:28:33</strong>
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				Suffice it to say, Kris didn't make it to the CIC, instead turning around half way, and making her way back into the rubble that was once her Brig.&nbsp; Carefully making her way around the moving people, who where in the process of picking up bodies, debris, and other traces of the explosion, as well as the engineers doing whatever patch work that needed to be done, so that this area, while not perfect, would be acceptable until a time would come where it could be made whole again.<br><br>She trained her eyes straight ahead, her objective wasn't to help out here, that would come when she was needed to go through anything that may have been kept intact, not that she had any expectations about that.&nbsp; Instead she made her way over to the huge hole in the wall that was once the entry way into the last three offices attached to the Brig, the last one was her office, and the other two where the locker facilities, and a five or so desks set up for the purposes of investigations.&nbsp; The shock of the explosion, had made a complete mess of what was once a neat and tidy office, and she had to be careful to not step on anything that might or might not be of some importance.&nbsp; It was a good thing that her chair, and desk where bolted down to the floor, because it would have been a pain to pick up on her own.&nbsp; Swiveling into her chair, she notices that only one of her many desk drawers where intact, and only because it had been locked, the other drawers where strewn about the room, papers and disks laying around haphazardly.<br><br>She contemplated unlocking it, but instead turned her attention to the small screen that laid flat on her desk.&nbsp; She had to pound ont he damn thing a few times, before it would work, and pulling out her portable comm link/computer, she proceeds to save all the data from the main computer in her office.&nbsp; At 99.9% complete the computer finally died out.&nbsp; Cursing that there would be something missing, she tucks the comp into her jacket pocket, and unlocks the remaining drawer. Inside was a small wooden box, that held tiny keep sakes, things her subordinates had handed over to her, in case something should happen.&nbsp; It would be her job to make contact with their families and send their things to them.&nbsp; She knew that a few of her men where still alive, having&nbsp; been stationed around the ship, they where after all in essence the security around the ship.&nbsp; But her best investigators had been in the brig at the time, and that was a loss that would take&nbsp; awhile to work through.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 03:56:11</strong>
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				spare lounge room near the CIC <br><br><br>His close proximity was initially a bit unnerving, speeding up her heart as memories of their recent intimacies surfaced, but his easy manner helped her relax enough that she was able to turn to to him with a surprised laugh.&nbsp; <br><br>"Nothing to fear, Admiral?&nbsp; This crew would tear me to shreds if they knew what i was planning to do on this ship.&nbsp; You know they would.&nbsp; And now the Advent has tried - in their own fashion -to tear me to shreds as well."&nbsp; <br><br>At this last she turned back to lean her cheek into his hand, continuing in a soft voice, "I don't fully understand your kindness to me Admiral.&nbsp; I know what you've suffered."&nbsp; Her cheeks warmed with a blush, "I've seen it in your dreams."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 16:24:19</strong>
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				Kol paused, frowning, then nodded. "Because, as far as I'm concerned, and you've proved it in your actions, you're a member of the TEC, not the Advent. And, frankly, the crew knows better than to try any hijinks, be it violent or not."<br><br>His hand continued to stroke Kiri's hair, letting her relax as he sipped from the juice, leaving his comlink on the small table in front of them, in case anyone needed to contact him. "Now, why don't you tell me what happened?"<br><br>He smiled down at Kiri, letting her feel comfortable, knowing full well that once the Advent fleet committed its main body to attacking, they wouldn't have time to try to futz about with anyone's brains.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 18:38:07</strong>
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				spare lounge room near the CIC <br><br>Kiri was a little relieved that he ignored the fact that she knew his dreams because she some how woke up nearly naked in his bed that morning.&nbsp; She was much too tired to explain that impulsive behavior.&nbsp; Even her hands hurt, flexing her fingers she wondered if there were imprints left on the underside of chair in the CIC.&nbsp; <br><br>With a long breath in and out she tried to ease more tension from her body.&nbsp; "i would rather not remember, Sir, to be honest.&nbsp; You know well the psychic abilities of the Advent, and today i've gained a personal understanding as to why their cruelty is renown.&nbsp; i never believed it before, you know."&nbsp; Pausing for a thought, she asked, "Do you think it's just the Commander, Sir?&nbsp; Or is it The Unity 'entire'?"&nbsp; <br><br>As the terrible images and twisted perceptions came flooding back the girl began to tremble, her voice shrinking to a whisper, "Admiral, she raped my thoughts... my mind.&nbsp; I just want to forget..&nbsp; please." <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 17:16:08</strong>
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				Kol nodded, continuing to slowly stroke Kiri's hair until she relaxed, letting her feel safe, and at home aboard the ship. "I do not know if it is one, or all, but I do know that, as long as I draw breath, I will fight for those that cannot fight for themselves, and I will fight to safeguard the people that follow me upon this errand."<br><br>He smiled down at Kiri, leaning back slightly as she shifted, pressing herself against his side, his large hand comforting her with its presence.<br><br>Outside the ship, the battered Advent Bombers peeled away, retreating, leaving the more fragile fighters to die, though, the Agronev's flak bursts, combined with the skilled fighter pilots of the warship's two squadrons had essentially decimated the Advent fighters, though not without loss. During the battle, there were several screams, not from shattered TEC fighters, but from their escape capsules, which the Advent Drones took the time to target and shatter before targeting more active, and threatening fighters.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 20:51:39</strong>
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				Grumbling, Marty made sure to send down a few more guys down to watch the antimatter. Not wanting to risk it with she looked up at the screen, Marty frowned at seeing a small leak going on around the main cooling system for a majority of the weapons. <br><br>Groaning in frustration she motioned for a guy to come over to the monitoring station "I need you too watch the ship while I go and patch that leak." The man nodded, knowing that sometimes she was the only one small enough to fit into the places where some of the guys just couldn't and machines wouldn't get the job done.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 02:47:53</strong>
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				Contact from Ansem to the CiC was fully severed, any incoming orders kept in consideration but in the heat of battle would be easily over seen if it did not seem efficient. Ansem took on the code name "Ark-knight", the man with a gruff sound "Kaos", a feminine&nbsp; voice adopted the word "Lux" and a loud mouth arrogant one in the group was quickly addressed as "kid". All the pilots flying along side of them would quickly realize that they were all close friends. None of them reminisced about old times but they worked in a cohesive unity that would surprise the most brilliant of battle tacticians. <br><br>Ansem personally ran protection with a few wings at his side, for Kaos, despite his name was a master bomber. The gruuf sound of his voice would chime in once in a while "Wooooweeee I bet those physic fucks felt that one!". The open space field was chaotic, and losses were taken but minimal. <br><br>"LuX" as she became known was the brains of the operation, she organized bombers to return to their respective ships to be reloaded and ran escort runs for the prized ships. Her fighters were the most deceptive, the pilots working in perfect pairs to confuse the ship drones. While an Advent commander controlled the drones, they could never prepare for the unexpected. Countless drones went done to their own fire, running them into one anther's line of fire. Stress could never be heard from her voice and when her squad eradicated a squadron she would laugh flirtatiously and taunt the advent over an open network. "You boy's trying to ruffle a ladies dress?". <br><br>"Kid" bravado matched the way he spoke on the network, but Ansem noticed some of his fighters had taken a liking to him and his battlefield antics. A lot of faith was placed on "Kid's" arrogant shoulders and he never failed anyone. When it came to bravery he was insane, his ship fitted to handle his maneuvering and his favorite sport "dog-fighting". His kill count was unmatchable but his true purpose was to keep the morale of everyone up even if their fellow soldiers last moments on the network were of them being boiled alive by plasma fire.<br><br>The commanders of their respective ship never placed a face behind the green blips on the bio-sensors when they went red. That alone was the reason Ansem could never remain back on the "safety" of a ship, he needed to dance in the face of death to truly feel alive. The battle raged on and the strike craft squadrons did their part, now they needed crew of the massive ships to do theirs. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 08:17:00</strong>
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				Auxiliary Control<br><br>With the ease of two decades worth of practice, Alistar directed the ships guns with precision and diligence.&nbsp; No strike craft would be able to come close and often a single round would take out more than one enemy strike craft.<br><br>With precise snapped orders, the ship weaved and moved like a prize fighter; landing blow after blow on the enemy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 16:57:42</strong>
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				Walking in to the weapon's station, Marty smiled slightly and nodded her head. Leaning over she whispers "didn't the guys down stairs tell them we where coming?" Looking up she saw the guy shrug his shoulders, groaning slightly she hit her forehead with the palm of her hand. Motioning for someone to go and fill in the crew, Marty made her way over to a hatch. Pulling out a few tools she started working the latch free, laying it to the side she then slowly started to lower herself down the hole. <br><br>Using various pipes for leaverage as she tried to locate the leaking line, bracing herself in a awkward position Marty hollered that she had found it. The guys reaching in to hand her various equipment as she worked on sealing up the problematic leak, frowning as some of the coolante decided to suddenly spray her in the liquid. Wiping her face off she continued to work, grumbling about having to get a dried shirt now as she seeled the leak. Handing the tools to the men first, Marty then made her way out of the tight fit only to meet with laughter of her guys as they took in her slightly soaked form. "Oh shat-up and help me out of here" frowning as the two guys simply picked her up, she hung in the air for a moment before they set her back down.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 18:17:46</strong>
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				spare lounge room near the CIC<br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=47446.msg2367835#msg2367835">Quote from: Sel Nar on 22-10-2009, 17:16:08</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Kol nodded, continuing to slowly stroke Kiri's hair until she relaxed, letting her feel safe, and at home aboard the ship. "I do not know if it is one, or all, but I do know that, as long as I draw breath, I will fight for those that cannot fight for themselves, and I will fight to safeguard the people that follow me upon this errand." </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><br>His dedication to the safety of his crew was reassuring and when he didn't press her for more detail, she relaxed back against the cushions, nestled in the crook of the large man's arm.&nbsp; She felt safe and secure and was soon heavy lidded, her solitary experience on the bridge having taken it's toll.&nbsp; She shifted, nuzzling into his side, slipping into a dreamless doze.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Missions of the TDN Agronev</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 21:07:54</strong>
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				As the last few bombers straggled back into the Advent formation, the entire fleet shifted, arranging themselves into an offensive 'Arrowhead' formation. The Frigates took the lead, screening the larger and more dangerous cruisers and capital ships, planning to take the brunt of the Agronev's opening volley so their larger vessels could strike back during the Agronev's reloading cycle.<br><br>The enemy fleet moved towards the Agronev, intent on the Battleship's destruction, even as the Orbital weapon Platforms surrounding Shivae Activated, sending Half-ton balls of Nickel alloy screaming down kilometre-long gun barrels to pound against the Shields and Hulls of the Advent vessels, slagging generators, and cracking Crystaline-weave plates, creating weak points to be exploited.<br><br>A dozen blocky, brutish-looking TEC bombers formed up on the Agronev's starboard side, less than a kilometre from the battered Fighter wing commanded by Hyral. His comlink Crackled, two communication systems meshing, followed by a feminine voice from the lead bomber in the formation. "Behemov sends her regards, and will be relying on us to Tag targets for its mail delivery. You guys up to it?"
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