USS McNair - Captain's Quarters [Archive]
<h1 id="title">Elliquiy Role Playing Forums</h1>
		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Light =&gt; Light: Human Small Groups =&gt; Topic started by: HockeyGod on 16-09-2010, 00:50:58</h2>
		<dl id="posts">
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>USS McNair - Captain's Quarters [Archive]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 00:50:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>The klaxons blared as Captain Airik Mitchell grabbed onto the sides of his chair. “Red alert!” Being self-critical he considered the irony of the alarms sounding before his order. People around him jumped at his voice. This would be it. <br><br>The alarm continued to scream endlessly. It wasn’t protocol and downright annoying. His vision began to get blurry. It was the end.</em><br><br>Opening his eyes, Airik cursed the alarm that alerted him to wake up. While the Ba’ku had many traits to them, the concept of time was not one of them. Time had a different meaning for a seemingly immortal species. Granted, their immortality was not biologically inherent, but a byproduct of their planet. <br><br>Now, off his beloved home world, Airik resorted to constant reminders of time. He quickly learned to adjust to class schedules at the Academy. Fearful he would make a mistake he always set his clock forty-five minutes before his intended wake-up or meeting time. <br><br>Airik rubbed his face with his hands in an attempt to force the sleep away. It had been long days and long nights preparing for the maiden voyage of the USS McNair. He had yet to even meet most of the crew. He studied their crew profiles carefully, but meeting in person was another thing altogether.<br><br>The McNair’s Commanding Officer flipped his legs over the side of the bed. In the unfamiliar setting of his new quarters, he swung a bit too far and smacked the bedside table.<br><br>“Sh…t” Airik’s propensity to use curse words in private found its way into his vernacular his sophomore year at the Academy thanks in large part to a particularly verbal roommate from Texas. Every other word out of the cadet’s mouth was censored. He made a great strategic ops officer.<br><br>Now the sheet fell back and onto the bed as Airik got himself up from the bed. He limped for a moment as the pain eased. One couldn’t tell the chronologically ancient age of the young looking Captain, another fascinating result of his home world’s unique radiation. Unfortunately time had started to make its mark on Airik…literally. The damn bedside table would definitely leave some type of mark.<br><br>The Ba’ku continued limping over to his bathroom. The light flicked on and he winced as he looked into the mirror. Not bad for 215. He reached over to the counter and grabbed a hypospray. Probably the most critical issue with leaving his home world was the realization that the radiation prevented a rare genetic disorder from appearing.<br><br>Airik suffers from a rare genetic pulmonary disorder that inhibits oxygen uptake into his body. The prognosis is chronic, though not terminal. The treatment is self administration of a steroidal compound orally or subcutaneously, most often using a hypospray. The disorder does not provide any physical limitations provided he has taken the steroid.<br><br>He pressed the instrument to his forearm and let the medication enter his body. Airik set the hypospray back on the counter and finished getting ready for his first meeting with the ship’s Executive Officer. <br><br>&lt;moved to Ready Room&gt;<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Captain's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 04:31:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Airik sighed as he entered his quarters. His old lab Trooper, just lifted his head for a moment and then rolled back over. Once a ball of energy, Trooper was now retired and spent his days lounging about. Fetch was a think of the past. Mostly it was cuddling and attracting attention.<br><br>The Ba’ku merely chuckled and set the PADD with his first mission on his desk. On first glance it appeared safe, yet interesting. He had no way of knowing the future. Now the present…the Ba’ku were time specialists and could at times manipulate a moment in time to make it appear it stretched out. It made a kiss – well, the most intense experience.<br><br>“Computer, initialize encrypted subspace transmission to Admiral Dallas Vincent. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84716.msg3727553#msg3727553)” Airik said as the computer screen blinked announcing the creation of the transmission. “Begin recording.”<br><br>=-/\-= Secure Transmission =-/\-=<br><br><em>“Admiral Vincent, this is Captain Airik Mitchell contacting you on the McNair. We’re sitting in space dock at the precipice of our inaugural mission. I’ve just received the orders and we will be sent precariously close to the Romulan Neutral Zone.” </em><br><br>Airik paused for a moment and looked over at his dog.<br><br><em>“Trooper misses you.”</em><br><br>Airik smiled.<br><br><em>“And I do. All my love. Computer end transmission and send.”</em><br><br>Airik leaned back in his chair and ran his hands over his face. He had just enough time to freshen up before heading to the crew lounge to mingle.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Captain's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 02:22:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				=-/\-= Bridge to Admiral Vincent.&nbsp; Secure subspace transmission coming in from the USS McNair.=-/\-=<br><br>The admiral who had just stepped out of the turbo lift smiled softly.&nbsp; A smile that his lover of 20 years would know all to well.&nbsp; A smile that spoke of the depth of the love that he felt for his chosen partner.&nbsp; <br><br>=-/\-= Bridge this is Admiral Vincent, I'll take it in my quarters.=-/\-=<br><br>Dallas settled down behind his desk waiting for his parrot Shelbie (http://www.hqimage.com/Parrots/DtWallpaper/Img/Parrot_118.jpg) to finish squawking his lovers first name over and over again.&nbsp; It was a habit that Shelbie had picked up after the last time Airik had left and as yet had not come back.&nbsp; Thankfully it never lasted more than a couple minutes but it had really began to get on Dallas's nerves the last couple days.&nbsp; Not exactly all the birds fault though.&nbsp; Most of the stress and aggravation was coming from the Admiral's current assignment.&nbsp; <br><br>Finally the parrot had quieted down enough for Dallas to tell the computer to play back the message.&nbsp; The Admiral closed his eyes and let a perfect peace and calmness settle over him as he heard the one voice he longed to hear above all others.&nbsp; The smile once again returning to his face one that spread wide from ear to ear as he drank in every spoken word. <br><br>Dallas sat quietly as he thought of Airik's message for a couple of minutes before saying, "Computer, initialize encrypted subspace transmission to Captain Airik Mitchell of the USS McNair.<br><br>=-/\-= Secure subspace transmission =-/\-=<br><br>"Captain Mitchell this is Admiral Vincent.&nbsp; I was very pleased to receive your message.&nbsp; I am also pleased to hear that Admiral Janeway has seen fit to send you out my way.&nbsp; Yes I too have been assigned to a post precariously close to the Romulan Neutral Zone.&nbsp; Romulas to be exact.&nbsp; I have been made the new Federation envoy to the Romulan Empire.&nbsp; Why they picked me of all people I shall never fully understand... there are after all far more qualified individuals for the job."<br><br>There was a pause as Dallas thought back on the message that was sent to him.<br><br>"I doubt very seriously that it is I your pesty furry beast misses... especially when I take into consideration that I have not had to replace any ruined slippers recently.&nbsp; I but I would however gladly deal with missing and or chewed up slippers if it meant I could have you at my side."<br><br>Another pause as Dallas looked over to the corner of the room where a pair of his old chewed up slippers still sat from the last time he and Airik had spent time together.&nbsp; <br><br>"Shelbie sends her love... as do I.&nbsp; Take care of yourself out there Airik.&nbsp; Hopefully we shall be able to find time to meet up now that we shall be closer neighbors.&nbsp; Computer end and send transmission."&nbsp; <br><br>The Admiral leaned forward and pored himself a glass of Romulan Ale.&nbsp; It had been a gift from the Romulan delegation that he had met with only that morning.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Captain's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>16-10-2010, 18:36:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Airik Mitchell returned to his quarters. His dog managed to get up this time and the Ba’ku squatted down and scratched the lab’s ears. “Now you want some attention?” The dog continued on to his water dish. Evidently getting up was just coincidental. Airik merely chuckled. It only took a few moments and Airik was out of his uniform and into the typical soft, tan clothing of his people.<br><br>The Captain flopped back on the couch with a PADD in his hand. <br><br>=/\= “Computer, begin meditation recording one.” =/\=<br><br>The silence of the room was broken by the soft music Airik assembled for meditation.<br><br>LOREENA McKENNITT - Dante's Prayer (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FDw3CyOmj20#)<br><br>Airik read the PADD in his hand, messages sent. He quickly read through any from Starfleet. At this point the inventory contained none from the senior officers. Smiling, he noticed the message from Dallas. Using his thumb, he keyed it up to play. Closing his eyes, Airik listened carefully to Dallas’ strong voice. Just hearing the low, gruff voice of the human caused Airik to smile. They would be together again, Airik was sure of it. The two were yin and yang to one another.<br><br>Feeling a nudge on his arm Airik opened his eyes. Trooper looked up at him and Airik responded by reaching down to gently pet him. “You miss him too?” Dallas had an interesting connection to the lab instantly. With his other hand Airik returned to thumbing through the messages. This time with a broad smile on his face.<br>
			</dd>
		</dl>
		<div id="footer" class="smalltext">
			
			<span class="smalltext" style="display: inline; visibility: visible; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?action=credits" title="Simple Machines Forum" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF 2.0.19</a> |
 <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org/about/smf/license.php" title="License" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF © 2021</a>, <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org" title="Simple Machines" target="_blank" class="new_win">Simple Machines</a>
			</span>
		</div>