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(no subject) [Mar. 5th, 2008|06:04 pm]

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[mood |accomplished]
[music |The Scientist-Coldplay]

::pauses before door to ltcmdrtomparis' office, examining padd in hand one final time::


::lifts a finger to press chime, stepping aside in brief surprise when Voyager's helmsman and XO strides through before contact is made:
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Covert Ops... [Nov. 8th, 2007|09:32 pm]
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[mood |predatory]
[music |Break Each Others Hearts Again-Reba McEntire and Don Henley]

::rounds corner, taking a quick survey of the corridor...good, empty...before proceeding::

::skids to a halt before ltcmdrtomparis' quarters, carefully punching in codes::

::takes another cautionary look::

Oh, lord a'mighty, do you really care what people think?

::doesn't answer self...the things age does to ones edge::

::besides...he apparently does::

::steps in, pressing a finger to lips in thought as the doors slide shut::

::eventually smiles...time to get to work::
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Finishing up for the night. [Sep. 29th, 2007|11:20 pm]

[mood |crankycranky]

::runs finger along console screen, absorbing readings one final time...really::

::Chell will be happy to know that he doesn't have a leaky gut...or any of the other dozen alleged ailments he was worrying himself sick over::

::he can fret until morning, though::

::clicks screen off, turning to address general vicinity of the office::

Doctor, I'm gone for the night.


::takes a few steps, poking head through door::

Did you hear me you useless bag of photons?
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Too much, too soon. [Aug. 13th, 2007|05:57 pm]

*...has full power focused on attacking Xindi ship...*

*...internal sensors suddenly detect a breach in the brig, several crewmembers busting Archer out!...*

*...doesn't have any remaining power sources to stop them...*

Russel, there has been a security breach.
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[placeholder] [Aug. 13th, 2007|11:46 pm]

This is the post where mrostov and other will save the day.
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“Not the glittering weapon fights the fight, but rather the hero's heart.” [Aug. 13th, 2007|02:20 pm]

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[mood |determined]

*creeps down the hall with Foster and Kelly*

*gonna free the Captain and save the frikkin' day...*
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Another day, another... well, not dollar, but whatever. [Aug. 7th, 2007|03:07 pm]

[mood |boredbored]

*ten minutes 'til end of the day*

*nothing happened overnight, nothing interesting anyway... lots and lots of laundry to catch up on*

*Quartermaster only able to do half a shift, Bella pretty beat now, dead on her 5-inch heels feet*

*cracks open a bottle of vodka, one of Zio's "hidden" stash, knows where he keeps it all anyway, not really much room to hide anything in the office*

*sits on the desk and watches the clock...*
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Making up for lost time. [Aug. 3rd, 2007|10:42 pm]

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[music |If I Should Lose My Way - Linda Eder]

::stops just beyond doors to Cargo Bay Two, glancing around uncertainly::

::bolsters courage as Lieutenant Wildman approaches from opposite end of corridor, brows knit in concerned query:

::shakes head to rebuff further approach::

::jams finger into security panel, slipping through doors quickly::

::halts again, drawing a shallow breath and adjusting eyes to distinctly different environment...it's quieter here, except the alcoves humming, and not as bright::
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Busywork. [Jul. 18th, 2007|09:29 pm]

[music |Meet Virginia - Train]

::jabs another button, sending the last response to an earful of personnel complaints off::

::heaves a sigh of unmitigated relief, pondering whether an executive role might be less an honor and more an example of a certain Indian's long arm of justice::

Hell, I think he still owes me his life.

::gives  darkened screen one last glower, swinging chair around and seriously considering just switching to the sofa for the rest of the night::

It's a god-damned therapist's sofa. Do I look like a therapist?

::derails potential work-up of frustration, slumping back in defeat as door chimes insistently::


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Allies? [Jul. 7th, 2007|12:24 pm]

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*on way to bust Captain out of the brig, take care of this mutiny thing once and for ALL*

*Kelby will get what's coming to him, yessiree*

*passes a familiar door, gets an idea, reaches out to squeeze Kelly's shoulder*

Psst... in here. Trust me.

*knocks on Foster's door*
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Back...somewhere [Jul. 4th, 2007|05:39 pm]

*wakes quickly, groggy*

*didn't remember falling asleep*


*staggers off into bathroom...brushes teeth on automatic...ignores shaver in its holder*

*sighs at reflection*

You and me both, buddy.

*drags self off out of quarters in search of children, friends and food. In that order*
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Bearding the lion in his den... [Jul. 3rd, 2007|09:22 pm]
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[mood |determined]
[music |I'm The Only One - Melissa Etheridge]

::glances down corridor each way, making sure no stray Ocampa are around::

It's really tedious, when you think about it. I've seen alien royalty with less second to second monitoring.

::satisfied with the all clear, reaches up to straighten hair, coaxing face into most brilliant, come and gimme a kiss, helmboy pout::

::presses chime, then lifts fist to beat door  twice for measure...these days, sometimes he just plays deaf::
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(no subject) [Jun. 12th, 2007|05:25 pm]

*dropped Henry off with Max Admiral Forrest, split ways with Dillard, making way to the brig*

*ship rocks with a jolt of weapons fire*

Oh... oh, no.

*starts to run towards brig, doesn't even care if there are mutineers around...*

*ship rocks again, seems to be a steady stream of weapons' fire now*

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USS Voyager, irregular physicals. [Apr. 22nd, 2007|03:53 pm]

[mood |blahblah]
[music |My Skin - Natalie Merchant]

::taps finger on console screen, attempting...unsuccessfully...to thoroughly lose self in recombinant DNA::

::it would probably help if these particular strands of recombinant DNA weren't reminders in themselves::

::surrenders with a sigh of self-disgust, turning around to lean back against the monitor instead::

::sweeps gaze around rest of sickbay, eyes finally settling beyond privacy glass and on the figure seated within the doctor's office::

::tilts head, staring::
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If it ain't broke, break it [Mar. 23rd, 2007|08:39 pm]

[Current Location |In the Bossman's chair, on the Bridge]

Taking a deep breath, Russel Kelby steps out of the turbolift and onto the bridge.

His bridge, now.

So far, the mutiny has gone well, no one's been hurt. Well, much, and Archer's head will be as good as new in no time so that hardly counts.

The viewscreen shows the ship traveling at Warp 4. Sure looks prettier from up here, thinks Kelby. Time to find out exactly what's going on. He settles into the command chair, and after a few moments looking at all the buttons, he asks:

"What's our status?"
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Bars do not a prison make. [Mar. 11th, 2007|12:01 pm]

[mood |irritatedirritated]
[music |Fix You - Coldplay]

::refolds arms for the dozenth time, slouching down to find something more closely resembling a comfortable position::

::does one more visual sweep through room...yes, locked decon door, yes, sullen circus of fellow detainees still lined up down own bench and across on the other::

::thinks wrathful thoughts about the NX crew...if Foster had anything to do with this, long overdue payback is going to be a beauty...::

::stops inward muttering, the silence of the room still too much to bear::

So let me just rehash this one more time. Out of...

::head counts::

...five people, not one of you could put up a decent fight and stay in the clear to help end this mutiny?
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In the turbolift [Feb. 24th, 2007|05:57 pm]


After a few hours in the Situation Room recruiting interested mutineers and deploying them throughout the ship, it's finally time to take the big step... the bridge.

The bridge. Serious business.

Kelby needs a minute to collect himself as the seriousness of what he's about to do hits him. He pauses the lift and slides down the wall until he's sitting on the floor. He holds his head in his hands for a few minutes, then looks up.

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Is this really happening? [Feb. 8th, 2007|09:59 pm]

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[mood |anxiousanxious]

*looks worried*

What did I get into here? They're mad. Absolutely mad. And why haven't they killed me yet?

*carefully looks around until corporal_cole and peter_chang notice*
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Shiver me timbers? [Feb. 7th, 2007|10:36 pm]

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[mood |annoyedannoyed]

*has been sent on a "mission" by Kelby, plan formulating slowly in her mind, got to get to Reed and Tucker... then Archer*

*spent a few hours in the armoury with crewman_dillard, set most of the pistols into a stun-only diagnostic mode, now lugging them back to the Sit Room, doesn't want anyone to get hurt, dammit*

*Dillard's almost dead on his feet, haven't really talked much, too focued on how to get them and Kelby out of this big stupid mess*

*some lifts aren't working, some sections closed off, have to go the long way round, dammit*

*Kelby is so going to pay...*

*rounds the corner towards the airlocks, is going to take an extra 20 minutes to get to the Sit Room from here...*
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Did someone get the license of the truck that hit me...? [Feb. 2nd, 2007|06:49 pm]

[Current Location |NX Brig]
[mood |ouch]

::wakes slowly, doesn't remember being asleep per se... doesn't remember much at all, really, up to, well... ready room... comm call from Trip?... yeah, maybe... but ow, head, howcome...::

::reaches up, feels damp... blood?... opens eyes, even more pain, turns neck, ouch, not a good idea::

::waits a few moments, needs to know what's going on, forces self to sit up, first leaning on elbow, turns, looks around, what the...?::

::pain becomes secondary very quickly::

::is in the BRIG??::

::grunts, leans forward, steadying self with hands on brig cot, light hurts eyes::

Hello?? Malcolm??



::feels around injury, checking hand for fresh bleeding, seems to have stopped for now::
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A Dark closet near the Armoury [Feb. 2nd, 2007|08:43 pm]

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*wakes up slowly, knows is a headache because head hurts like mofo*

*clambers to sit up, opens eyes, is still dark, checks eyes are open, they are, it's still dark*


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The next step. [Feb. 1st, 2007|03:48 am]

*...activates comm system, accesses Foster's voice files...*

Henry, your dog's out again. How many times do I have to... Just come get him! I'm not cleaning up any messes that mutt makes!
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Staking out the Situation Room [Jan. 31st, 2007|07:17 pm]

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With Archer safely stashed away in the brig, and himself in a fresh uniform, Kelby settles in to the Situation Room and waits.

They should be getting their letters right about now.

Malware, I hope you're right.
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Time for some fun. [Jan. 29th, 2007|10:19 pm]

*...is aware that Kelby has started his part of the plan...now it's time to help out...*

*...activates comm system, accesses Commander Tucker's voice files...*

Tucker to Captain Archer, I'm having a problem down in Engineering. I could use a hand.
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Cardio-vascular health is very important. [Jan. 24th, 2007|08:01 pm]

*runs on treadmill in gym*

*has headphones on, listening to some Queen -- Big Bottom Girls -- mind completely clear, is nice*

*ramps up the machine and really gets into it...*
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Seriously, the paperwork on this shit is ridiculous. [Jan. 22nd, 2007|05:36 pm]

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[mood |complacentcomplacent]

*fills out paperwork regarding the taking of Secorro*

This shit is ridiculous... I'm the fucking second in command, YES I CAN PROVIDE FOR HER.

*double checks that everything's in order*


*hits send*

*leans back and waits for the call*
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Just another day... [Jan. 21st, 2007|08:11 pm]

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[mood |peacefulpeaceful]

*lazing about in quarters, having finished backlog of reports*

*contemplates going to engineering to harass Kelby*

*picks up a stress ball off desk, rolls in around in hand*


*scrolls through movies, picks an old favorite*

*sits back*
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home again, home again...whatever [Jan. 10th, 2007|05:09 pm]

[mood |bitchybitchy]

OOC: Continuing on from here, here and here. From the perspective of this four, it's been five months. From the perspective of the NX, it's been less than a day

*empty hum of a corridor, somewhere on the NX-01*

*a low-pitched whine starts, getting louder and climbing through the scales, accompanied by a shower of sparks that seem to hover before resolving into four distinctly humanoid shapes*


*looks down, pats down body, does a quick appendage count*

Okay, you got us somewhere in one piece. *eyes Tanner's gimme gesture and replies with a much simpler gesture of his own.* I said I bet you couldn't beam us onto the NX. Is this the NX? I'd like proof please. One of you and Miss Quantum's little experiments could have landed us anywhere!
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So it begins. [Dec. 23rd, 2006|07:55 pm]

*...notes that Russell Kelby has left engineering, heading towards crew quarters...*

*...opens door for him as he reaches his room...*
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House call. [Dec. 22nd, 2006|10:40 pm]

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[music |I'll Stay With You - Goo Goo Dolls]

::strides through the NX Enterprise's launch bay, hypo firmly in hand::

::shrugs at look from crewman, waving to signal that there's no emergency...they should be used to the odd to and fro traffic by now::

::climbs through Delta Flyer hatch, clapping hands briefly over ears to muffle loud clanging that immediately assaults them::

At this rate, there might be an emergency soon, though.

::shores up nerve, moving from aft compartment toward noise::


::narrows eyes at lack of notice::

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Let's move, people... [Dec. 17th, 2006|03:47 am]
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[mood |working]

::steps briskly into Voyager's briefing room, circling to head of table...or perhaps only the nearest curve, since captainchakotay seems to be a dead, fairly immovable weight in his seat::

::shuffles stack of flexies on table surface, looking around expectantly::


::drops them in a neat pile, wrapping hands around the table's edge and leaning forward slightly::

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License to Chill.. [Dec. 4th, 2006|12:46 am]

[mood |calmcalm]

*Geordi is relaxing in his quarters, his duty shift in Engineering having come to a close. He sits at a table and looks out the window, giving a relaxed sigh. He has a few things on his mind, Data's return among them...but he turns his thoughts to possibly engaging in a holodeck program of sorts to take his mind off of things.*

*suddenly perks up as he hears his door alert chime*

*calls out* Come in!
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That certain date... [Nov. 9th, 2006|10:25 pm]

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[mood |contemplativecontemplative]
[music |Some of Us - Starsailor]

::draws to a halt outside ltmcdrtomparis' quarters, gingerly inhaling scent wafting up from platter in other hand...at least it smells good...that's a first::

::lifts other hand to hover over door chime, pondering briefly::

::well, crushed hearts might be painful, but he can't expect to hide away from everything and everyone forever::

::goes ahead and thumbs chime, shifting gift while waiting::
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Wistful Longing [Nov. 3rd, 2006|02:37 pm]

*though the family picnic with Data and Julian had been fun, it had reminded Miles of Keiko and the kids. Of how Molly had loved playing ball with him or throwing a frisbee around. Of how Yoshi always held his arms out to him waiting for a hug. It made him realize just how much he missed his kids.*

*Everytime he had thought of his children, he had felt wistful and lonely, that is until Julian had touched his shoulder or back or kissed him on the cheek. Then a surge of love of warmth would fill him, chasing away the lonelieness and reminding him just how much he loved Julian.*

*Now they were alone, in the quarters they were sharing and Miles needed more.* Julian...

*not sure how to say this without hurting Julian.* The picnic reminded me of others I had with my family and now ....
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Ready Room, Enterprise-E [Oct. 26th, 2006|11:24 pm]
Picard watches as Q leaves. Silent for a moment, not looking at Data, head ever so slightly bowed. Walks over to the replicator, starts to order Earl Grey, stops, looks at Data. There is something in his eyes...memory? Regret? Relief? Gestures towards chair facing his deak, inviting Data to sit. Tries to speak several times, then stops, settling on:

"Welcome home, Mr. Data."
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