Andrew Horman <ahorman@...> wrote to archer@...:

=/\= Holodeck 2 =/\=


Since the meeting with Korath and Sahal, Lieutenant Colonel William
"Viper" Andrews had been putting together a boot camp for the Archer
senior officers. Some were Marines or had gotten some similar training
before, but refreshers never hurt. He stood in the Holodeck waiting for
everyone with three of his Companies Sergeants Staff Sergeant Kira
Grace, a Human, Gunnery Sergeant Fran of Andoria and Gunnery Sergeant
Filo Amet of Betazed. All three had served a tour on Quantico as Drill
Instructors when Andrews had been there as SFMC Deputy Commandant and
Sergeant Major of the Marine Corps.

Between the three of them they had come up with something they hoped fit
the officers, and drove a few points home to two particular officers. As
the doors opened for the first of the officers Andrews and his team went
to a parade rest to quietly watch people enter.

Lieutenant Marcus Roberts was the first to enter the holodeck. He was
dressed in solid green fatigues with no rank insignia, as had been
prescribed in the orders to report sent by the Marine Company Commander.
If Roberts thought it'd have helped he would have just skipped the
exercise. However, Andrews had a history with his family and Marcus knew
the Colonel would just have his Marines drag the security chief down
kicking and screaming, even stunned if needed. With a sigh he leaned
back on the bulkhead to wait for the others.

Major George Tatlock, entered the holodeck wearing his green uniform, at
first he was dubious to wear it but once he put it on found the garments
were comfortable. He saw several personel already there and he nodded to
them and introduced himself.

Anne showed up in the exact outfit she was told to wear. She looked a
tad nervous. She had done a running with the Marines and it nearly
killed her. Melodrama or not, she had no intentions on volunteering
again. But then, there was no volunteering needed this time around. She
cast a glance at Roberts and smoothed her clothes that didn't really
need to be smoothed. Nor did it need to be bothered with considering
what they were about to go through.

Korath entered purposely after a few had arrived. He wore the same
standard green as everyone else.He took a place in line with everyone
else. He could tell some were less than clear why they were all there,
or thinking that they need not be there all together. He simply nodded
to the staff as they filed in and waited for Andrews to address them.

Acel'a walked into the holodeck, dressed in her green fatigues, which
looked a bit odd, with her red pantograph. "Lieutenant Acel'a reporting
as ordered," said the tall hybrid, curious as to what this would entail.
She waited for acknowledgment. She even wondered why she was there,
except that she may have screwed up somewhere!

Entek strolled into the Holodeck somewhat hoping to be the last to enter
and found himself mildly disappointed he wasn’t. He had modified some of
these unusual green fatigues to fit more comfortably and looked around
at the bunch of federation lap-dogs he had the displeasure to work with.
To say he held Starfleet, the Federation and all who existed in it in
contempt was an understatement. So far he had met a slightly interesting
Klingon and a bunch of lackeys that seemed to tip-toe around the big
scary ex-con Cardassian. He looked around the room at the senior staff
assembled, attmididly he wasn’t going to attend, but curiosity had got
the better of him and he thought he would check out just how well these
people were prepared, yes in Dominion War they had beaten his people;
but Entek couldn’t help but put that down to the underhand tactics used
to get the Romulans onboard and with their added power victory was
almost certain, especially when the Dominion hadn’t let the might of the
Union show. Still here he was, a humble trader, former PoW and now a
tactical officer onboard a Federation ship… a post he felt to be an
oxymoron. He didn’t bother talking to the others assembled and instead
found a quiet spot to lean and wait.

When the tiny pointy eared pilot with the milk-white hair sauntered
through the doors it was for one obvious someone had misjudged her size
a bit – bunched up pants stuffed haphazardly into heavy boots and a
certain tightness above which meant the somber fatigues stood slightly
open and revealed an undershirt that looked fresh out of a marine’s
drawer were clues that came to mind – and for two, she took the exercise
serious enough to cradle a huge mug of Vulcan mocha while chewing on an
apple. And judging by the interestingly shaped bulges in her outfit she
was carrying either an array of very unusual weapons or boxes with
cookies and several pieces of fruit.

Seeing a lot of familiar faces the little Efrosian took the time to wave
at each and every one and then simply found herself a convenient spot to
sit – radiating the cheerful insolence no pilot can help when in the
presence of ground pounders and other poor hapless souls but doing so
with the good graces that were as much part of Jin as her golden-white
slanted brows.

So many sour faces. Goodness. And the Oo-rah boys … oh, quite cute,
actually. Betazoid. Looking as if he’d fall over backwards any second
though. Bit stiff.

A dreamy smile crossing her lips, Jin inhaled the scent of her coffee.

Kestiana finally arrived not sure if she was late or not. She wore what
was required of her and was also nursing a cup of coffee in her hands. A
soft smile on her lips as she greet those that were already there.
taking another sip of the warm liquid that would help wake her up.

Alexandra looked around the room as she entered an interesting array of
people some she knew and others she was sure she had seen. Moving to a
corner she kept drinking her coffee it was as strong as she could make
it and was as dark as the void of space it was her own personal pick me
up. The last boot camp she remembered had been hell on earth and her she
was doing it all again, sitting her cup to the side for a moment she
pulled out a simple black cord and tied her hair up and tight so that it
pulled her features slightly tighter as the long locks she wore were
restrained into a tight pony tail. Looking over at the others she picked
out a few marines before taking another sip of her tea well she thought
it won't be boring that's for sure.

It had taken a while for Jason to find his green fatigues. In fact it
was Carly that found them while he was in the sonic shower that morning.
After he'd donned them and she had given him a kiss for luck he made his
way down to the Holodeck. The last time he'd been a part of a " boot
camp " had been during his senior year at the Academy. He'd taken a
basic course in self defense. He'd also taken the required phaser
"awareness" course. As a medical officer he didn't like to fight if at
all possible but he also knew the dangers of wearing a Starfleet uniform.

Stepping into room he was surprised to see most if not all of the senior
staff already in attendance. Jason felt a slight blush coming to his cheeks.
He might well be the last arrival. Letting the duff bag slip off his
shoulder and on to the floor he took a moment to nod to his Commanding
officer and XO. He then did a few light stretches to get his body warmed
up for what ever it was that was going to happen over the next few hours.

Altair entered quietly behind Korath and the others while her uniform
was the same standard green it was more of a body suit than combat
fatigues it still has all the appropriate pockets and what not but it
had one very important feature that combat fatigues could never have.
The body suit could stretch and change shape with her. Just like in the
academy she saw no point in trying to go through these torture sessions
in one humanoid form she would use the one best suited to the job at
hand. If anyone complained she would just follow procedure to the letter
and turn up in her native form, incorporeal beings did not need PT nor
clothing.

Andrews looked over the assembled officers and shook his head slightly
then gave a very slight nod to his Sergeants before stepping up,
"COMPANY, FALL IN AND ATTEEEENNNTION!" he called then waited and held
back the urge to snap like this were his Marine Company. He waited and
made note of the ones giving him the worst looks as they all lined up.......


[TBC...]

Andrew Horman <ahorman@...> wrote to archer@...:

=/\= Holodeck 2 =/\=


Andrews looked over the assembled officers and shook his head
slightlythen gave a very slight nod to his Sergeants before stepping up,
"COMPANY, FALL IN AND ATTEEEENNNTION!" he called then waited and held
back the urge to snap like this were his Marine Company. He waited and
made note of the ones giving him the worst looks as they all lined up.

Acel'a quickly fell into formation, not wanting to incur the wrath of
the Lieutenant Colonel. She stood ramrod straight remembering the
training she received at the Academy.

Anne had jumped with a start at the sudden yell, but assumed attention
stance and moved to fall in quick as she could. Her eyes still shown
evidence of nerves that had just been jump started. She blinked a few
times, but stared straight ahead. She had watched his Marines when she
did the run with them. Though he didn't seem to expect her to follow as
strictly to his protocols, other than saying sir, she understood this
time was MUCH different. So she mimicked what she'd seen his men do as
best she could.

Once everyone was settled the Colonel motioned his team forward into the
ranks, "alright, people, you are here because you are the heads and
assistant heads in each of this ship's departments, including command,"
he started and made a point to motion to the CO and XO, after all, if
this and his plans weren't approved those two wouldn't be there, "that
said, a few ground rules. First, snacks and drink, give'em up, this
isn't Kindergarten, you wont be getting naps either, you want to eat and
have coffee, do it before your zero five thirty appointment here. My
staff will be picking all that up. Next, when you're told fall in, you
have thirty seconds to form ranks, if you have just one straggler all of
you will do my favorite Vulcan run through the Forge. Miss Cooper can
tell you about that later. Next, while you're in this program, the only
ones who have a rank are my staff and myself. You will also be making
use of some spare enlisted quarters on ship, women will bunk with each
other and men will bunk with each other. You won't be kept from duty
shifts or verified emergency situations, obviously. However, any other
times you will be on the training or crew deck," he stated and looked
around then smiled, "and that brings me to my final, and most important
point. You are a team, supposed to be the strength and collective mind
of this ship. When parts of the mind break, the rest dies. So, you will
be treated as such. ROBERTS, COOPER, FRONT AND CENTER!" he called and
pointed in front of him as two of the Sergeants came to stand behind the
two officers to make sure they went forward.

Another loud yell. Anne hoped she could stop wincing at the yells
eventually, but she moved to front and center immediately. Still at
attention. Eyes still forward. Heart still racing at the adrenaline rush
that being yelled at does to a person. Or to her at least. There was no
need to be made sure she'd do anything. She knew why she was being
called out. She got a bit mouthy. She was overall a pretty submissive
person, but it had been a pretty emotionally intense moment and she let
her emotions drive her. Something she knew she needed to work on. But
nothing was going on now that concerned her. Other than doing EXACTLY
what she was told by Mr. Yelling Marine.

Altair arched an eyebrow finding this for now all a bit amusing, she was
safe on the drinks and snacks part and being an engineer she was well
used to oh-five-hundred wake up calls, she was however interested to see
if they had made allowances for a place for her to rest properly, she
was quite sure no one else wanted to sleep in a high temperature and
pressure vat of aerosol ammonia, hydrochloric acid and other fun things
like she did. On the other hand she knew better than to show "them" up
by asking now. Normally sleeping in her humanoid form was not an issue
but if they intended to physically strain her she needed to recuperate
in her native form which was best done in her native environment. This
was going to be a long week, she was an engineer; not a marine for good
reason, she did not want to be a marine. As Roberts and Cooper were
called for she started making mental bets with herself as to how long it
would take for her to tell one of their instructors to get stuffed, her
good naturedness could only be pushed so far and the tribbles had worn
down her reserves.

Roberts didn't move for a second, instead just eying the Colonel for a
second. He felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up as the Gunny
stood behind him and breathed down his neck without saying a word.
Marcus finally moved forward and went to attention next to Anne and
wondered if he could get away with "accidentally" shooting Andrews.

Viper nodded, "to this end, I want everyone to know why they are here.
These two officers are why you are here," he said then pointed to the
deck, "you two, down and give me push ups until I say stop," he ordered
then looked back, "those who go against any rules will cause everyone in
this room to pay for it. This is not just a Marine exercise, Voodoo and
Avram can explain this to you best, I think, Voodoo, can you fill us in
on why I'm doing things that way?" he asked, not to put Jin on the spot,
but because she was a Starfleet regular, not a "meany Marine" and
because she was a pilot and the one thing the pilots knew it was that if
one screwed the pooch it could be very bad for all.

Anne went down to do as she was told, all the while starting to feel a
little indignant. It was one thing to be called out for making a
mistake, but to make everyone else suffer and tell them it's HER fault?
In her opinion, the punishment barely fit the crime. It was a mistake
and a talk and a promise to be better would have done just fine. She
already was trying to work on it.

Of course, this over-reaction from her superiors didn't seem to help her
emotions at the moment. Anne's cheeks were starting to burn in anger and
telling herself that there was no point in fighting it—in fact, it would
make things worse--was the only thing that kept her in check. She made a
mental note to talk to Kestiana later. Off the record.

However, for now, she had to do this. She knew that. The CO already
authorized it and there was no going back. However, Anne would let her
know that she felt it was a little much for a rookie outburst. Not that
her outburst in the office soon after helped, but she only had to be
given a chance to learn how to control herself. But no. They felt the
need to humiliate her and turn everyone against her. Lovely. She was
pissed, but she kept her mouth shut and used the anger as energy to
force the push-ups from burning arms wishing he'd say stop soon.

Acel'a quietly watched as the two did their pushups. If it were her,
she'd have no problem doing them for hours on end, given her stamina,
enhanced by her blended DNA.

Kestiana was in line with all the rest after having finished her coffee
and set the cup aside. She believed they needed this as much as Korath
and Andrews, though she did hope that it helped. Anyone who didn't
follow along or tried to argue their way out would be given added
discipline from the command staff.

Korath stood there next to Kes as Andrews laid out the rules. As a
Klingon raised in the Empire, he was use to hardships. For a brief
moment, he felt like he was back in the Imperial academy again.

Having ditched her cup Alexandra had jogged into position and dressed
off the nearest office so she was properly spaced, having got into the
position she watched as the Major had gone over the basic rules. It
sounded like hell week back at basic thankfully unlike most of the
senior officers here she hadn't had time to get used to her own quarters
and she had slept in barracks before. Some she found could sleep deeply
when in their own space but put 5 extra people in the room with them and
they would wake up with every cough, squeak and noise that invariably
would occur.

Watching the two officers being 'selected' she felt sorry for them for a
moment if the Major was mean they would keep going until their arms
chest and lungs were burning and couldn't support them any more. She
couldn't help but wonder exactly what they had done to warrant not only
a attitude adjuster in front of all the officers but to have instigated
a boot camp for everyone.

The second the command was given, Anne knew she would have a harder time
than Roberts. The man was Chief of Security which meant he probably made
it a point to stay in good muscular shape, whereas she did the bare
minimum. She was not a Marine, nor a well-trained, seasoned security
officer. As she struggled to continue, reminding herself to breath as
sweat tickled her skin and ran down her temples, she saw from her
peripheral view that Roberts was still going a good steady speed while
she had slowed a little a few reps ago.

Jason watched in awe at what was happening before him. It had been years
since he'd been worked like this. In fact he'd struggled to make it
through " hell week " when he was in his first year at the academy. And
that was when he was in his early twenties. Raygard was not so sure if
he'd be able to make it through this training again. He did however have
one card up his sleeve that he fully intended to use if need be. He was
a medical doctor after all and if he got the feeling even for a second
that any of this was determental to anyone ones well being he'd put a
stop to it then and there. For now however he didn't see any harm in
good hard physical workouts.

For now he'd humor the Colonel and the others and do as he was told and
try to make the best of the situation he was in. If anything all this
would help him loose the unwanted ten pounds before his upcoming wedding.

Marcus growled as he got down to do the push ups and listened. He hated
Andrews, his entire family did and he had to wonder if it was a
coincidence the man who'd made his father a scapegoat and nearly ruined
his career was now here and beating on the son. He didn't know it at the
time, he and Ann agreed on one thing, he needed to talk to the CO.

There were few times when the little Efrosian’s ‘other’ heritage ever
shone through clearly – for the most part people tended to think of her
less as a half-breed than as an Efrosian with funny ears. But there was
no doubt whatsoever what race had inscribed the ability to raise a brow
like *that* onto her genes. It wasn’t the loud voices though they rang a
bit near the pain threshold in sensitive ears. Or the ‘Big rough tough
Oo-rah’ behavior. That was just … well, Marines. You could no more get
annoyed with them for it than you could begrudge a fighter jock her
pranks. But taking her COFFEE? What kind of a Marine was that? Good
blend, too. She wouldn’t be surprised if the Gunny there took note of
it. NCOs were smart like that. And it was precisely the latter three
onto whom Jin’s glacier blue eyes focused, though anyone not looking
very closely would scarce have noticed. Officers gave the orders. But
the NCOs ran the show. And right now, ran off with her coffee. Damn
Devildogs.

“Explain, Sir?” standing at as much attention as a tiny Efrosian in
slightly too large attire and a certain tendency to get comfortable when
given the chance could manage, Jin cocked her head at the tall Marine
and though she knew better than to smirk, the hint of it was radiating
off her innocent face as a warp core gives off energy. “I’d love to try
Sir, but in all honesty I’m not good at it. They’ll either figure it
out, or they won’t. But for the sake of argument…” Cute. Funny. A ball
of mischief, and until you saw her in the seat of her fighter, easily
mistaken for a perfectly harmless, amiable little creature. And she was,
really. Well, maybe not that harmless after all is said and done. And
then there were the times when ice blue eyes seemed to seek a distant
horizon and you thought you saw a predator sniffing for a trail.

“There’s two ways to hammer it into people’s heads that ‘no man is an
island’ if you’ll pardon the pun, Sir. The fast and easy way is to toss
them a gun and send them to war. Those who fail to learn fast, die.
Problem solved. The rest figure out that if you stick by your mates and
do right by them, they’ll look out for you, too. And with a big bag of
luck you just might pull through and even see the parade and flags at
the end.”

This time, the ghost of a smile seemed to play across Jin’s face, come
and gone like a trick of light “Of course they also learn to hold fast
to any food and catch a wink when and wherever they can cause an army
marches on its stomach and an overtired Jock or Marine is soon a dead
one. But that’s what Sergeants are for. To teach you the important stuff
like that.”

Not quite a wink. Merely a little side glance at the Andorian, before
Jin looked up at the officer again and nodded towards the poor yeoman
struggling with her pushups. “The hard way is to teach people the same
stuff without natural weeding out, meaning permanent consequences. It’s
the nicer way, too, seeing as if you screw up you still get to live.
Make them rely on each other if they want to or not. Make them watch
each other, learn every little quirk, strength, weakness until they know
in their sleep that the big Bolian girl can shoot like a devil but is an
idiot with explosives, that the human with the freckles tends to be
reckless but can lay his hands on chocolate in the middle of a melee.
Put them through all sorts of cruel and mean sh… stuff ‘til their bodies
react before the head does. ‘Til they know in their bones if one of
their mates yells ‘Duck!’ you don’t ask ‘whut?’ and pardon your presence
Sir, don’t wait for an officer to give the order.”

Somehow her body insisted on returning to a natural state, and if she
couldn’t have the fighter jock’s preferred position of ‘loitering’,
parade rest would do. But the Marines would mope. They wanted to help,
and they were really trying. So Jin tried, too, and even pulled herself
into a sort of attention that would have made her own Drill Sgt crumple
to the floor, weeping tears of gratitude.

“That said Sir; they didn’t sign up to be Marines or even pilots. I
think I got an idea what you’re trying to do and your heart’s in the
right spot, but if theirs isn’t in it, you might come out of this with a
major migraine.”

Anne was starting to really struggle. She heard a voice talking but
until she heard Viper's voice say stop, she was mostly concentrating on
pushing her muscles through the burning pain and breathing. She wasn't
even counting. He said until he said stop, and therefore, she wasn't
going to bother counting. So, she had no idea how many she'd done when,
finally, as she tried to straighten her arms for another lift, there
didn't seem much happening. She could barely hold herself in the
half-way up position. She forgot to breathe and within a few moments,
her arms just gave out and she collapsed to the floor with a huff.

"Well, I've had lots of major migraines in my career," the Colonel
replied with a grin, "and your explanation was what I was looking for.
For those who think I'm just doing this to leave my boot prints on
everyones back and think I'm going to rip off arms then beat you with
them, what am trying for here?" he asked, wanting to drive home the
point that this wasn't an exercise to lord Marine over fleet or the
like. He saw Cooper starting to struggle and looked over, "Roberts, your
crewmate is starting to drown, help her out...mister Korath, you as
well. Cooper, don't stop," he ordered then looked back to Jin.

Even though Acel'a did not have her pantograph raised, she could still
sense the overall mood in the room. She knew what this was all about now
and decided then and there to be as much a team player as she could,
basically forcing the rest to shape up or face the wrath of those in charge.

Tatlock obeyed the commands so far, as he didn't know anyone , It was an
interesting way to meet his fellow crewmates, he was used to a strict
regime too, he looked through the corner of his eye at the two officers
who were doing pushups. He wondered if Cdr Korath had told anyone that
the new company executive officer was amongst the group. He waited to
see what would happen next.

"C'mon, Cooper, I'd hate to see a ship full of senior officers removed
from duty with bad fitreps because you couldn't do a lousy push up.
Korath, hit the deck with her," the Staff Sergeant taunted then
pointed Korath to a spot in front of Anne, "if you don't keep going,
Korath and Roberts will be here doing push ups while you watch at
attention until oh two hundred."

Anne had been able to do the minimum for Starfleet since before the
Academy. So she knew she did THAT many. She could even do about 15
over. But they had gone beyond that. Then again, the threat didn't
sound too promising. She mumbled incoherently, commanding her muscles
to cooperate.

Korath's massive frame moved out of the ranks and stopped next to Ann.
He got down and assumed the same position as her. He started performing
pushups as well. every time he came up he spoke. "You can do it Ann...
Focus on the goal, I know you are strong, you can beat this.!" he
encouraged her onward.

Anne was exhausted and wanted to tell everyone to go screw themselves,
but she wanted to try. Inwardly, this did prove she was a bit partial
to Korath. Had it been the Captain or even Roberts, she still would
have tried, but this was the first captain she ever served, and even
in those months, they had gone through quite a bit in their duties
together. She knew he knew how strong she was because he'd seen it.

And in that moment, she realized something. Anne wanted him to be
proud of her. Not like her father, but as her mentor. Kestiana was her
captain and Anne planned to learn a lot from the woman, but maybe one
forms a special bond with their first captain. And frankly, as she
gathered strength to push herself up, she understood she wanted anyone
who was her Captain in the past or present to be proud of her.
Including her current captain.

Unfortunately, her muscles didn't give a rat's tail about anyone being
proud. Her arms trembled slightly as she moved them back into position
and strain on her face proved there was no lack of trying.

"Get it in gear, Cooper, you're why they all call us soft fleetys,"
Roberts growled and looked over, his arms burning just as badly and
slowing himself because he'd started cockily instead of keeping a
smooth pace, now he was paying for it.

She didn't look over, but any other time, Anne would have been glad to
give a glare of cold daggers to Roberts. Thankfully, anger fueled
adrenaline, so she improved a little. She was able to at least push
herself up and keep going at a snail's pace.

"Acel'a, your lead needs some encouragement, I'd hate to see security
fall the same time the ships personal desk jocky did," Gunnery
Sergeant Fran, the Andorian, called and motioned securities second in
command forward.

Raygard continued to do push ups at a steady pace. However his
empathic senses where being bombarded by the waves from the others in
the room with him. If he had to put it into words, he'd say the
overriding emotion he felt was stubborn pride with a tint of
exhaustion from the ones that had started out fast and hard and were
now having trouble keeping up.

Watching Anne Cooper, he could see that she was flagging and every
push up was a battle now for the young Ensign. She was close to her
physical limit. however, she was still trying desperately to keep
going.

Without thought he called out adding his voice to that of Korath to
encourage her and let her know they where all pulling for her. Sweat
now dripping off his forehead and stinging his eyes every few seconds.
He was hell-bent that the Colonel wouldn't break him. Not just yet...

" Keep it up Cooper! You can do it." The doctor didn't care if the
Marines took their wrath out on him for supporting a fellow crew
member. He just hoped that the others in the room would start to call
out too. And let Anne know she was not alone.

((and this is why the marines are DOING this... They want us to
understand teamwork in a way they do teamwork...))

Altair watched the show quietly while she listened to Jin talk, and
then more officers being added to the mix on the floor. Her posture
was perfectly balanced at attention for now not wanting to draw any
attention to herself. For anyone who cared to look while her
expression was impassive you could see the thoughts flowing past
behind her eyes. To Altair, team building was all well and good, but
officers needed to think as well as obey, mindlessly obeying was just
as bad as disobeying valid orders. What was good for the Marines was
not necessarily the right thing for the Fleeties Command Staff. Yes,
this would bring out the best and the worst in people but she was far
from convinced that it would do more good than harm. it was just as
likely to burn bridges as it was to build them. She would do what was
asked of her but the jury was still out for her on how helpful this
will be.


[TBC.....]

Andrew Horman <ahorman@...> wrote to archer@...:

Anne grew embarrassed at all the encouragement. Not because of the
encouragement, but because she needed it. Well, the encouragement itself
too. It was what annoyed her about being home. Everyone rooted for you.
So much support, you craved for someone you needed to prove yourself
for. Starfleet gave her that.

But here she was, struggling with her own meager strength, causing who
knows how many of the senior staff to call out encouragements. Anne
didn't see it yet, as they were behind her, but also some were joining
in when they were not ordered to. It was all very touching. In the end,
though, she would be seen as weak. Anne was weak because she needed the
cheerleading. She didn't like to think herself prideful, but she did get
embarrassed easily. She couldn't fix the
current situation, but she could try to stop giving them reason to be
cheerleaders.

Anne still moved at a snail's pace, but there was enough determination
to keep her going.

Kestiana frowned. There was no way she was going to let Korath do
push-ups all on his own, he was after all a command team member and for
some reason if he had to do them she was sure as hell going to do them
with her. Shaking her head at her own sense of team work. and knowing
she probably would be feeling the burn just like Anne right now she
stepped up to get down right along side Korath and do some push-ups as
well giving Anne her own support but then she was the captain she was
giving them all support...

Alexandra watched as the smaller woman's arms shook as she raised
herself up again the pity she had quashed had returned with a vengeance
this woman wasn't a Marine. She wasn't used to this, taking a look at
the security chief she has watched him glare he seemed to have something
driving him to keep going something personal. As the Captain got down
and started doing push ups as well her mind was made up moving to place
herself between the security chief and Anne she hoped she would block
the woman's vision of him so she couldn't keep track of his pace and
unconsciously try and match it or beat it. Getting into position she
could make out the outline of a tattoo she had received at the beginning
of her career a sword with a wing on either side with a small Gothic
scroll underneath bearing "They shall know no fear". Bringing herself
back up from her first push-up she still thought it was good advice for
a fighter pilot.

Seeing the woman still struggling Alexandra gave her advice her training
gunny had given her "Pace yourself don't try and match anyone else's
speed, the Colonel isn't looking for speed but stamina". Letting herself
fall and rise again she listened as more voices added their support for
the small woman each one urging her on to keep going.

Anne nodded at the unneeded advice. It was kind, but she wasn't trying
to match or keep up. She was simply trying to continue. She did find
something to focus on though. A nice, big, slice of chocolate cake when
this week was over. And maybe a slice of Razor.

Oh. There we go. Somehow she got to a point of finding a goal. She had
heard once that you should focus on a goal. And Anne had found two. Two
very sweet, very delicious goals.

The SNCO's all looked at Andrews and the Colonel just shrugged and paced
slowly, letting things continue until Jin answered. Though they had all
come in thinking he was just there to brutalize them they seemed to
start having the lightbulbs go on over their heads. He nodded, keeping
his expression neutral, but under that he felt a bit of pride at seeing
it. He gave his senior Gunny a nod.

Fran walked the line of officers, "ladies and gentlemen, very moving,
but remember, you have two weak links here, are you going to only
support one but not the other?" he asked, seeing Roberts starting to
slow as the focus became just Anne continuing. His tone wasn't
condescending, but a reminder, just because they thought the security
chief was stronger or better trained, feeling pushed out or not seen
could take a toll that would manifest just as physically as not being
used to the physical strain.

"Roberts! you still alive down there? Get through this so you can come
to my office and snarl at me later will ya!" Kestiana smirked as she
continued her own push-ups looking down the line at her Chief of
Security with a 'you gonna kick my ass later?' look in her eyes...

Acel'a looked up wondering what good is she doing. "Care to take over,
Captain, since I don't seem to be doing any good, encouraging anyone?"
suggested Acel'a, feeling annoyed.

"You're wrong, Acel'a," Roberts grunted and looked up as his arms
started to numb, "I was ready to quit before you walked up," he replied
honestly and gave her a thankful look then gave a nod to Kes too, not
able to say anymore, afraid he'd drop.

Acel'a continued her pushups, quietly, fighting feelings of guilt and
self-loathing. Any telepath could pick this up. "I'm also sorry if I
messed anything up with the interrogation."

You didn’t need an empath to sense what many of them were thinking.
Though it helped to be perceptive in the emotional department. And while
the little pilot was itching for the same mischief that had fueled the
mutual ‘love, hate, admire, can’t stand the sight of you but damn you’re
good’ relationship with her own Drill Sergeant way back when, this was
not another bunch of hopeful fighter jocks.

The one with the most interesting vibes was as usual the Alassomorph.
Difficult to figure out at the best of times, but right now she was
radiating quiet thoughtfulness as a sun does heat. Any second now, the
smirk lingering in Jin’s eyes might reach her lips.

She watched Korath’s broad back move with determination, watched the
little yeoman struggle with much more than just exhaustion, watched
Roberts and the doc. And always, always the glacier blue eyes returned
to the NCOs. Almost lazily, like a tiny predator assessing a much bigger
beast with fangs that had just wandered into its territory.

And right there you had the issue. Officers.

A pilot is a pilot first; the rank is merely to look spiffy for
civilians (aka non-pilots) and to figure out whose turn it is to do the
damn paperwork. But some rug ranks thought pips were important, and if
you wanted to fly, you went along with it.

Jin had no trouble whatsoever to mold seamlessly into the scenario and
accept the Sergeants as boss for the time being. In a way, she liked
them better than the big heads of Starfleet who handed down their
orders. The Gunny might look at her like something stuck to the sole of
his boot, but he *looked* at her. He cared. To Jin, that counted for
something.

For them … it was different.

“What you’re trying for, Sir,” the little Efrosian’s melodious voice
floated over the noise like a light breeze “is basic training. As in
teaching the basics. And good luck to you, because it’s easier to get
bad habits out of a young and eager recruit than it is to break behavior
patterns of officers, seasoned or no. Especially if they’re not Marines
who I think still have the good sense of putting the bigwigs through the
same paces as any grunt.”

And for damn good reason, one that Jin actually approved of. If you were
supposed to lead and be responsible, you not only had to look more neat
than the people you sent off to die or be mutilated, and know how to use
fine porcelain saucers. You damn well should know what you were going to
ask of them. Before you could *ever* use your brain to look at the big
picture, you should know the small ones. All of them.

A small nod towards the laboring officers, pushing and sweating, trying
to keep their colleagues going, before Jin looked back up at the Marine
Colonel.

The resentment was normal, the instinctive urge to form a pack to meet
adversity was, too. The difference lay in that these were people trained
and honed to lead, for better or worse, and they cherished their little
bickering over turf. You didn’t get to be an Alpha if you weren’t
territorial, and in them that tendency had been encouraged for quite
some time. And each and every Beta here was emulating the leaders,
sometimes acting worse than they did.

“What you’re trying for, in so many words, is to help them remember a
few basic survival skills, Sir. That every once in a while the smart
leader acknowledges that other people are smart, too. That sometimes
your instincts had it right the first time around and you’d be daft not
to listen. And that when the latrine hits the warp nacelle it feels damn
good to know you’ve seen the person next to you at their best and their
worst and they *still* got your back.”

Andrews nodded, "correct again," he replied with a nod, "and for those
that don't know, I'm a mustang, I came up through the NCO cops, part of
that was as a Starfleet regular, even resigning my officer commission to
go back to being an NCO at one point and Sergeant Major of the Corps.
What qualifies me to be conducting this little exercise isn't my uniform
color or rank, it's the ten years I spent lost on some god forsaken
planet after the ship I was on, the SSF Firehawk, went missing. We had
to work together, fighting meant no dinner one night or that someone
died because we were to pissy to have their back and they were eaten
alive, we'd listen to screams for days as our punishment, our crewmates
screaming for help," he said and looked around the room, any telepaths
reading him would sense a darkness and sadness that came up with telling
the story, even though it was only the cover story he'd been given, the
Section conditioned him to have the feelings of regret and sadness so
his story would pass any test. In truth, the missions Section had sent
him on during the ten years he'd been declared KIA with the rest of the
Firehawk crew were probably much worse then the cover story, "so, keep
that in mind while you think this' just an exercise in turning you into
Marines, because this has nothing to do with service branch. Cooper,
Roberts, Sahal, Korath, Acel'a and Avram, fall back in, everyone else,
ATTENTION," he called.

"You didn't screw anything, Acel'a, that's why I put you in as my second
in command," Roberts grunted in reply then stood when he was ordered
back into line, giving the others, include Cooper, a respectful nod
since he couldn't do much else right then.

Acel'a quietly nodded, at Roberts statement, because she knew he was
right. She just wasn't feeling very encouraging right now. She had, too
developed a sheen of sweat from the pushups. Even her pantograph had
beads of sweat on it.

Anne let out a breath, used strength from who knows where to pull
herself to standing and stood at attention, though she was sure her arms
were just hanging there limply. She continued to heave in breath,
forcing herself to slow down rather than suck in air as her body begged.
She'd done that before and hyperventilating, and then fainting just
would not do.

Korath leaned in close to Anne with a toothy grin before Andrews could
turn to see them. "Your strength is impressive, Kahless himself would
have been proud."
he said then stood up at attention again.

Anne simply gave an appreciative smile, but kept her eyes straight
ahead. She would verbally thank him later.

Jason stood once more as well. Just glad to allow his arms and upper
body to rest. As he stood he could feel the burn of over exertion but at
the same time he was also damned proud of Anne Cooper. She had stuck it
out. a lot of others would have thrown in the towel and let the
situation and the person in charge beat them.

The young doctor wiped the sweat from his brow, his arms felt like lead.
However, he did overhear what Korath said due to being right behind them
in the line up. For a Klingon to invoke the name of Kahless was very
high praise indeed...

Kestiana, moved back in line and at attention giving Anne an encouraging
smile and Roberts a wink. She was exhausted, and panting right along
with the rest of her officers. Being a Betazoid she did feel the wave of
darkness and sadness.

Acel'a's heightened stamina, allowed her to not pant, nor feel the burn,
like the rest. The only outward sign of this exertion was the beads of
sweat. She looked around, grateful she didn't have her pantograph
raised, for telepathy. She simply stood at attention.

"Alright ladies and gentlemen, because of what I saw here I am going to
allow you until twenty three thirty to go back to your own quarters and
get necessities or have a little time with your significant others
before bed check, that is after a nice and relaxing run with ten pound
packs, so, gear up and lets move out," he said as the scene changed to
the desert just outside of Las Vegas, mid-day.

Anne barely thought to keep her mouth shut as the words ah shit came to
her mind, but not even a mumble came from her. However, the emotion of
dread would be obvious to any empath. Her obedience, though immediate,
was also inwardly reluctant. She knew she'd have to pay her dues and pay
for any mistakes along the way, but -really?- Deep down, she figured,
well, hoped, that once rested, sipping a cup of coffee a week from now,
that she would look back with an appreciation for the experience. Now,
though, some stubborn will to not fail kept her going and obedient like
a dog.

Altair came so very close to not rolling her eyes when the scene shifted
to the desert, so close. She was less than impressed by this brand of
motivation, she knew the strengths and weaknesses of all her Engineers
without having to torture them to find out. Just working with people and
paying attention was enough to work out what they were capable of, not
to mention this crew had seen enough battles even in the short time she
had served aboard to test people to extremes. She would never ask anyone
under her command to do something she was not prepared to do herself or
had done before for that matter. Not to mention she was more than a
little insulted at the implications that everyone here would without
this little torture session fail to have the others back. Shaking her
head slightly she hefted the bag onto her shoulders.

Altair was despite her misgivings about all of this not the type to
cause trouble, if and when she had a real problem she would take it to
the CO or Andrews. While this brand of motivation was all wrong for her
psychology it might work for others and she was not about to spoil that
opportunity for them. With a slight smirk she fell in last in line, what
was the good of having someone who could turn into a horse or camel and
carry you when you fell if they were up front and did not see you go down.

Acel'a was pretty much unfazed by the shift to a desert in Nevada, as
she still had plenty of stamina left. Hefting the ten-pound rucksack
over her shoulders, Acel'a fell into formation, taking the rear, in case
her strength was need, to assist any of the others. The only thing she
noticed was the increased sweating, due to the higher temperature of the
desert locale. Acel'a decided to make the most of this and use it to
benefit herself, thus eventually benefitting the officers under her and
her superior over her.

Korath had no issues with the heat. As a Klingon he was accustomed to
heat and hardship. He picked up his pack and started running with a
slight smirk in the direction of Andrews.

Will nodded then pulled his pips off before handing them to the Gunny
and then grabbed a pack with 100 pound weights in it before falling in
with the rest and running with with them.

"Artimus Zion" <artimuszion@...> wrote to archer@...:

  =/\= begin log =/\=


=/\= USS Archer – Holo deck =/\=

Arty was dressed in a brown naval uniform he stood on the bridge of the USS
Atlantis a Atomic class submarine, the date was November 11th 2090 he
Glanced around the bridge watching and listening to everything and anything.
  Just then the Sonar officer shouted out “2 targets incoming Russian T11
Torpedoes 2000 meters and closing” Arty turned and said “helm down full
  Bubble, full plans, full ahead dive, dive ,dive” taking a moment with the
  Flashing lights he called out “weapons release counter measures” “aye sir”
  Shouted a voice he watched the depth meter. The sonar officer called out
  “1000 meters and closing” Arty nodded he said “helm level out at 4900
depth”
  There was then a rocking wave hit the sub as it was leveling out only 100
  Feet above the bottom, Arty hoped they were both gone. “1 target left and
  Closing 250 meters” the sonar officer called out Arty moved to the weapons
  Station and said “release noisy counter measures everything we have” Arty
  Moved to his chair by the periscope and called out “helm right full rudder
  Down 50 feet” the helm office turned the wheel and pushed it forward. In
all
  The commotion Arty had not noticed that someone had entered the holo deck.

Kestiana had heard from the shuttle bay chief that the shuttle had docked
  Safely. She hadn't been expecting any new arrivals to just show up via
  Shutle craft, however it seemed they had a visiter. Civilian as it was to
  Join the crew not unheard of they had a few, and yet this one hadn't felt
  Incline to introduce himself to any of the command team members so Kestiana
  Had made her way down to the shuttle to check out who this 'new' arrival
was

She stood on the holodeck watching slightly surprised by what she saw, was
  He really playing a program from 2090? It looked as if he were about to
have
  His battle ship sunk. But then she wasn't very good at the game battle ship


  Arty gripped the table top and a massive explosion rocked the ship all the
  Lights went out and sparks were flying all over the place, water could be
  Heard then a sudden bang and scratching sound as everyone got thrown out of
  Their seats. Arty pulled himself to his feet moving quickly over to the
side
  Of the helm and started to turn a few vales shut closing some of the water
  Leaks from the pipes, his light brown uniform was now a dark brown color
the
  Leaks had been stopped he was wet from head to toe. As the yellow emergency
  Lights came on Arty picked up the telephone and says “engineering bridge
  Damage report?” after a moment over the loud speaker could be heard “bridge
  Engineering indirect hit were bottomed out, the reactor is offline, aft
  Compartment B is flooded, air compressor C is damaged auxiliary power will
  Be on in an hour, were need 3 hrs on the surface for me to get the reactor
  Online.”

Arty picked up the telephone and said “under stood get on it” the chief of
  The boat passed Arty a cigar Arty put it in his mouth and the chef lit it
as
  Arty took a puff the chief said “were be fine sir” Arty nodded and replied
  “I’m more worried about the Russian sub once we can get us to the surface
  Chief half speed blow half the ballast ” just then Arty called out
“computer
  Pause program” as everyone went still he followed on saying “computer
remind
  Me in the story what happens to the Atlantis” the computer responds [USS
  Atlantis is sunk 3 hours from now] “great while we’re on the surface dam.”
  Just as he was about to start the program he saw out of the corner of his
  Eye someone not in period uniform, he turned sharply standing to attention
  And said “Artimus Zion Civilian” And waited for a response.

Kestiana Sahal smiled softly, "At Ease Civilian, So your the new Arrival
  Huh? Mr. Zion an interesting simulation do you normally investigate the
  Holodecks of a ship before meeting with ships captain? Or have you met with
  The ships XO before coming here?" Kestiana asked softly leaning against one
  Of the consoles of the doomed submarine. "It is an interesting choice in
  Programs considering the ship does go down despite all attempts to save her

  Though I've always admired them for continuing to the bitter end." Kestiana
  Said softly looking around...

Arty nodded and replied "Sorry Ma'am I was not informed that I had to meet
  In person I was told to send in the paper work on the PADD by Starfleet
  Command, if needed I will dry up and report to yours or the XO's office
  Right away as for the program I loved this time period and way it worked
  Underwater." Arty felt bad he was given the wrong information he wished he
  Could disappear into a hole.

Kestiana smiled. To be honest she wasn't sure what the requirement was for
  civilian crew. So she was at the moment laughing a little. "No no it's ok,
  after all I'm here now so don't worry about it." Kestiana grinned. "so what
  made you decide to chose this program?"

Arty relaxed a little and said "I like to try and see if there is a way to
  win the battle or story with current correct conditions my dad always said
  it was the Kirk in me, this current play through is number 12 and I don't
  seem to be able to save the Atlantis. My mum said I would make a good
  explorer but I made a great diplomat, by the way you have a great smile."
  Arty smiled back.

Kestiana blinked at him. "Thank you, however did you try not surfacing it
  seems that everytime the Atlantis surfaces that's when it goes down."
  Kestiana asked curiously not sure how to respond to the comment about her
  smile really. She hadn't been with anyone since Bane her trust in the male
  species only went so far. Her heart was not something she trust anyone with
  Anymore...

  Arty nodded and said "due to the air compresser and needing to vent and
take
  on new air the Atlantis has to surface, if it was not a full moon i doubt
  the other sub would have seen the silhouette of the Atlantis. i have tried
  surfacing for differnt time periods but the need for fresh air means
  surfacing and once we do we get attacked; maybe there was nothing the could
  have done to stop the sinking, if true this would be one to a few that I
  could never find a solution, if your interested how about dinner next week
  say and I can show you the others ones that I have found solutions to and
  ones that have beat me." Arty said maybe a fresh set of eyes would pick
  something up and plus it would be nice to get to know the Captain.

"Dinner?" She asked blinking at the new civilian. "Um well I'm not so sure
  that's wise..." Kestiana said, It was just dinner though right? nothing was
  going to come of it...?

Arty was a great if not excellent diplomat in his time and he had been told
  so by Starfleet so many times that he was never far off, from her response
  Arty could surmise that someone had hurt her in the past that was clear
  probably a man that was very close to her. Watching her body language he
  could tell it was the offer of dinner that brought on the distancing Arty
  found her intriguing yes her smile like sunrise but wisdom prevails in the
End Arty smiled and replied "don't worry about dinner Captain I'm just a
  over excited socialist comes from being a diplomat always offering dinner
And wanting to chat to every Captain I was assigned to I can forget how busy
  people can be." he felt a little down heartened but would survive.

Kestiana knew what he was doing but she could sense the feeling of being
  disheartened. She sighed softly and gave him a smile. "Ok but just this
once
  though." Kestiana said softly.

Arty nodded and said "thank you Captain, any evening next week is fine I
  just need a days notice" he would make the most of his only one dinner
after
  thinking for a few moments he called out "computer save and end program"
  turning to Kestiana and nodding saying "if you will excuse me Captain I
  think I need more research into the submarine before continuing" with that
  he left the holo deck and headed back to his quarters.


LtCmdr Kestiana Sahal
ACO/XO
USS Archer
&
  Artimus Zion
Civilian
USS Archer

Lori Sanchez <dakabn@...> wrote to archer@...:

"Lunch with the Captain"

=/ USS Archer \=

A few minutes after Jothee was escorted out, Anne made her way without
pausing back to her captain's office.

Lt. Cmdr. Sahal had been waiting for Ens. Cooper to return, the young
woman had taken her sweet time. "Come!" Kestiana called when she heard
her chime go off. She was standing before the port hole looking out at
the stars around them and the planet they were orbited over. "Ah, Miss
Cooper, how nice of you to return, is it safe to assume that you have
my report?" Kestiana asked not looking over her shoulder...

Anne looked confused, "I've been gone less than fifteen minutes,
ma'am. Ambassador Jothee has been discharged with strict orders of no
visitors without direct authorization from the command team."

"I know how long you've gone Ensign, Would you like a drink? Or shall
we head to lunch. The report can wait another minute or two." Kestiana
said softly giving the ensign a smile to assure her she wasn't in
trouble...

Anne nodded, "Lunch is good, Ma'am."

"Then let's go, I'm only human Ensign, and right now your captain is
hungry enough to eat you!" Kestiana said with a smirk teasing the
young officer as she motioned for her to leave so they can get
something to eat...

Anne gave a nervous smile. Not because she believed the joke, but at
the joke itself. Anne had a bit to go before she felt as comfortable
with Kes as she did with Korath. Loyalty switched with assignment and
though she was still loyal to Korath as XO, her main duty was to her
new CO. She would be a yeoman for a bit longer before she was in any
other command position and she had to get used to getting used to new
bosses. She stepped back outside waiting for Kes.

Kestiana did not have to be Betazoid to feel the girl’s nervousness
coming off her like waves crashing against the sandy shores of a
beach. She laughed softly: a rich warm sound that had the ability to
sooth some. "Relax Ensign, I might be Captain, but I wasn't always. I
started out as a diplomatic aid while still going through the Academy,
so I know what it's like to be rushed around fulfilling errands for
Ambassador Damira Troy." Kestiana informed the young Ensign, while
making their way towards the closest lift. She had every intention of
eating in the Officer's Mess rather than the captain's private dining
room. She still didn't feel comfortable in there. And going to the
lounge allowed her the ability to be with her crew rather than apart
from it.

"Please don't take it personally, Ma'am. Ask Commander Korath. I know
there's a personal connection a yeoman needs to have with his or her
Captain, but I tend to be shy, especially with superiors. Though, not
being an intimidating Klingon is to your advantage." A slight blush
came across Anne's cheek at her attempt at the joke, realizing it
could be offensive to some.

It had taken months for Anne to get to a comfortable, professionally
casual level with Korath. Unfortunately, she felt she was just about
there when he pulled his stunt; albeit an honorable stunt. Still, it
landed her in a change of command before it was to occur naturally.
She intended to serve under him until he or she was promoted or
transferred. No. His destiny, if she were to believe in destiny (She
was young and hadn't settled on a personal philosophy of life yet.),
had other plans. She took it with stride, but getting used to a new
Captain was straining her a bit. It would pass. That was her light at
the end of the tunnel. Just give it time.

Kestiana knew something was still wrong. But this time kept her mouth
shut. It wasn't as if she could expect the Ensign to warm up to her
after all the hassle of getting use to Korath as captain... She wasn't
going to force her new Yeoman to accept her. Besides, even if she
could it wasn't who she was. All she could do was her job but maybe
her crew resented her for taking over for Korath, or just figured she
was cut from the same cloth and would eventually do something that
went against command as well landing herself off the ship. Well there
was no hope for it. Maybe Captains just weren't meant to get to close
to their crew as Kestiana was always trying to do. It seemed far
easier to become friends with the crew as their XO than it was as
their CO...

Anne nodded and followed her to the messhall, "What do you normally
have for lunch?" She was nervous, and it really took more courage to
ask such a mundane question than required.

"Normally I have a Salad with Grilled Chicken on top and a glass if
slightly sweetened Ice Tea." Kestiana said giving Anne a soft smile.
"And yourself?" the young Captain inquired...

Anne shrugged, "Usually a sandwhich with chips and some sweet fruit drink."

Kestiana gave a nod, it wasn't the healthiest of meals but it was a
meal. "I'll order our food you pick a table." Kestiana said softly,
"What kind of sandwich and chips?" She thought to ask...

"It's in the replicator as Ham Sandwich 231." Anne wasn't sure why
there were so many kinds, but the first time she ordered hers with
specific things on it, the computer informed her of that, so that's
what she's ordered for lunch. Every day since she discovered it. "Just
plain chips. Thank you." She then went off to find a table.

Kestiana gave a nod. "That's what I meant by ordering it." Kestiana
smiled softly. Turning to walk away as the Yeoman found a table.
Kestiana found a tray and ordered both their lunches. It took a moment
for everything to be replicated, however once it was Kestiana
navigated through the tables so expertly it was almost a graceful
dance as if she was a waitress at one point in her life. She set the
tray down smoothly and moved to sit beside Ms. Cooper.

Anne smiled appreciatively, yet still shyly, "Thank you." It just felt
so odd that her boss was serving her. She wasn't sure what to do with
it. However, it may just be a good catalyst to help Anne see Kes as a
person rather than just her boss.

"You're welcome, Anne." Kestiana said reaching for her fork and
spearing a piece of grilled chicken and a grape tomato and putting it
to her mouth savoring the flavor.

Anne ate too, thankful for the distraction of food. She hoped her
captain was good at carrying the conversation until she clicked on
something she could talk about.

Kestiana had nothing to say right this second due to the fact that it
was too public so she ate in silence really just enjoying the quite
space within a loud lounge. She did however say hello to any that
passed and said hello to her.

"We have some things to discuss when you're done eating." Kestiana
said as she finished her salad and sat back sipping her iced tea that
wasn't as sweet as some liked it.

Anne looked up as she finished her last bite of sandwich, "Yes, Ma'am?"

"You finished eating?" Kestiana asked relaxed still sipping her ice
tea. "How was your lunch?" The young Betazoid asked...

"It was fine, thank you."

"Shall we?" Kestiana asked standing to go leaving the plates for the
holographic waiters to clean up for them. She moved to leave leading
Anne, back to her office with the intention of revealing to her Yeoman
the plan so she doesn't panic when the Ambassador was declared dead...

=/ tbc \=

Lt. Cmdr. Kestiana Sahal, CO
Ens. Anne Cooper, Yeoman

~*~ Roberts, Sahal Quarters ~*~

Aria new about the boot camp that was going on. She didn't know how long they were going to be, or what kind of rigorous training the senior officers would be put through. Right now Alcaria was glad that she wasn't among them. the young betazoid enjoyed an old fashion bath now and again and right now she had the surprisingly light metal tub out and filled with hot water. She had a feeling that Marcus would be walking through the door any moment and the hot water would sooth the aching in his muscles. There was a limit to the pain one could put themselves through...

Marcus' legs were dragging as he moved ever so slowly down the corridor. Andrews had allowed them to go get anything they needed from their quarters and to let any loved ones know where they were going to be. He had to report to the crew quarters deck by 2330, which gave him about five hours to be home. He walked through the doors to his and Aria's quarters and finally just fell as his muscles gave out.
 
Aria was by his side before his knees touched the carpeted floor. "I know it hurts but I have a nice soothing bath waiting for you my love. that will help get the stiffness and soreness out of you." Aria said softly helping him back to his feet with strength that was unexpected in someone so much smaller than the man she was helping to his bath. Knowing he was too tired to enjoy it right now Aria helped him out of his clothing and into the tub of warm water...
 
Marcus' muscles tightened as the water enveloped him, even just the slight water pressure pressing on them like a clamp before starting sooth them. He let out a breath as his body finally relaxed, "thank you," he breathed and smiled up at her.
 
"I'm sorry if that hurt first, you let me know if that marine buff is being to hard on you or not." Aria said softly. "I'll make him think twice about continuing." Aria added.
 
Marcus relaxed and let out a breath then shook his head, "no, we need this," he started then smiled and looked up, {{it's playing into a plan, Korath and I need to be seen at each others throats, I have to have a hitman murder him.]}
 
{A hitman? My love, What exactly is this plan?} Aria asked softly starting to give him a shoulder massage while he relaxed in the tub so she could knowing that his muscles were swore from all the work he'd been put through at that boot camp session...
 
{{It's part of the case I'm working, I took out a contract on Koraths life, the Ambassadors assistant is who set the Ambassador up to be murdered, but someone else got the assassin and vase aboard and this was the only way to track the network,}} he replied, "mmmmm," he groaned and let his head drop forward as she worked his muscles.
 
{{Sounds serious... and dangerous. Please Marcus promise me you're being safe? and taking every precaution?}} Aria respond sounding worried even in his mind as she continued to work on his sore muscles. if that was what was going down then he was going to need to have his muscles loose not tense and tight from this Boot Camp situation that the senior officers had got themselves into. she was glad she was only the Hydroponic/biologist aboard or she would be right along with them...
 
{{As much as I can, this has to look real so I can't tell many,}} he replied with a sigh and reached up, putting his had lovingly over hers.

{{Oh and I'm just going to space write it right now huh?}} Aria grinned kissing the man that was her lover and soon be her husband. "How do you feel my love?" She asked in a soothing voice continuing to massage his sore muscles even with his hand lovingly over hers...
 
Marcus chuckled then looked back with a smile, "much better," he replied thankfully, "thank you...I may have to sneak out at night to come see you after our...sessions in the holodeck," he added with a grin.

"You know where to find me." Aria said with a soft grin. "Just sneak away I'm sure LtCol Williams wont be the wiser." Aria giggled. "I'll even create a distraction if need be." she added with a grin. "think the LtCol would object to a holographic dancer finding her way into his room." Aria giggled.

Marcus couldn't help but laugh, "he might like that to much," he replied with a grin then leaned over and kissed her lovingly.
 
"Then I'll make sure that's what he'll see when you sneak out." Aria grinned and gave him another kiss.
 
He chuckled and returned the kiss then pulled her into the tub with him.
 
[fades]]

"Artimus Zion" <artimuszion@...> wrote to archer@...:

=/\=Artimus Zion Quarters - USS Archer =/\=

Arty had been looking at the plans for the best part of an hour no ideas
seemed to jump out at him I guess this would add to his pile of unable to
change, just then as he was glancing over the cookbook refreshing his mind
how to cook his terminal beeped. Arty glanced over and still wearing his
specs he hit the button and watched to see who was contacting him.

To his surprise it was his diplomatic assistant Tom Deflour Arty looked a
bit surprised as Tom said “hello Arty long time no see, I see your still
working on the Atlantis program how longs has it been?” Arty smiled and
putting the book down he replied “hello Tom yeah long time no see its been
about 3 months still can’t win the program, so what can I do for you?”

Tom smiled and said “always the smart one you we have something we here at
the diplomatic corp. Would like you to look at for us, we understand your on
permanent leave but this has got us stumped, one of our diplomatist seems to
make head way with this raced then insults them or something. Sometimes it
something he did before”

Arty thought for a moment and replied “seems it could be a non-repetitive or
lunar social group certain things can be done in the day and not the night
and or not done in both send me what you have and I’ll take a look at it and
write you something up.”  Tom nodded and said “thanks Arty we owe you one so
who you cooking for? I take it you still doing your ritual of conversing
with the Captain” Arty nodded and said “well one dinner seems a lot has
changed while I was gone.”

Tom replied “gone but not forgotten I wished we could have got you earlier I
really do take care Arty and speak to you soon.” And then the screen went
blank Arty took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, before going back to
the book he only had a day or two before the dinner .

=/\= end log =/\=


Artimus Zion
Civilian
USS Archer

=/\= Office of CMO U.S.S Archer-D =/\=

Jason watched as the his name plate was updated with his new rank. He couldn't keep the smile off his face.

" Thank you. Mister Tyler."The young enlisted man nodded as he used a cloth to wipe the paint off his hands.

" Your very welcome Lieutenant. Is there anything else?"

The doctor shook his head.

" No, I think that is all for now. Other then the door to my personal quarters will need to updated too." Jason was already looking forward the fact that he would be moving out of the cramped cabin that he and Carly currently shared and into quarters befitting his new rank. Crossing back in to his office He sat behind his desk and activated his computer terminal and brought up the deck layout display of the Archer looking for a larger and vacant cabin, He'd narrowed it down to two different cabins one of Deck 3 on the starboard side. It was one deck above Sickbay and on the opposite side of the ship. The other one was on Deck 9. The bedroom was slightly bigger but he was not impressed with the fact the a impulse manifold was right across the corridor. He'd have to talk to Carly about it.
    
He asked the computer to put a flag on both cabins so the couple could look at them. His duty shift was almost finished for the day. Tapping his comm-badge. It was after 1530 hours so Carly's last class for the day should be dismissed. He was sure she was still in the class room that had been set up on Deck 12.
    
" Raygard to Cronlyn. Can you meet me on Deck 3, section C-24."
    
Carly had actually gotten in as the teacher for the children on the archer. She was grading Padds when Jason called her. "Sure I'm finishing up paper's right now." Carly said there was obviously a smile on her lips as she spoke and she put the one's graded into her bag so that she wouldn't get them mixed up then stood and made her way out the door...
    
With a smile Jason took the black pip off his collar. He wanted his promotion to be a complete surprise. After taking a moment to let his staff know that he was off-duty for the evening and accepting a round of congratulations from them on his promotion he left Sickbay and headed for the nearest turbo-lift. Pressing the call button he waited a few moments for it to arrive. The ride up and to Deck 3 was short. He knew that he'd arrive before Carly and was waiting for her to come around the corner of the corridor. When he saw her he couldn't help the bright smile that came to his face.
    
" Darling.." he took her hands in his own and gave her a light kiss on the cheek. " I was hoping you could help me with something." he let go of one of her hands to press the door control to open it and then stepped into the vacant cabin.
    
It was definitely bigger, compared to the current one they shared. This one had it's own sitting and living areas and a small dining room. He assumed that the door off the living room lead to the bedroom and bathroom.
    
" What do you think?"

Carly looked around it was bigger not as cozy as the quarters they shared. "Jason there lovely," Carly said not sure what he was trying to say to her.
    
As Carly was looking around the room he slipped his second rank pip out of his pocket and then back on to his collar so when she turned around it would be the first thing she'd see. He had to fight to keep the smile from splitting his face and act casually.

Carly turned to face him noticing the pip first, "Oh my god Jason congratulations!" Carly said jumping into his arms and wrapping them around his neck to hug him...

Jason gratefully accepted his fiancées warm congratulations allowing his lips to brush against hers, before he set her back on her feet once more.

" Captain Sahal stopped by Sickbay this afternoon and surprised me with my promotion. I was just as stunned as you were a few moments ago." Jason chuckled for a moment. " I thought I was going to stay an Ensign forever."

"No, you're too good to stay an Ensign forever my love." Kestiana grinned proud of him. "I knew you'd make Lt(Jg) soon Jason I'm so proud of you." She grinned.

Jason had voiced his concern to Carly a few times about being a Department Head and a Senior Staff member and only an Ensign on more then one occasion. She had done her best to reassure him that he wouldn't have been granted the position of CMO if the Captain and First Officer didn't have faith in his abilities as a doctor. Even so he felt all the better now that he was a Lieutenant.

" The reason I brought here is that one of the perks of my newly acquired rank is a larger cabin... Soon you will finally be able pull the rest of your belongings out of storage if you want to."

Carly smiled softly. "Jason I love you and even if we live in a one room shack I'd still love you." Carly told him giving him a soft kiss...

Somehow hearing that made his promotion all the more sweet to the young doctor. He allowed the kiss to linger for a moment before breaking it off. 

" There is one other cabin that I am interested in it's on Deck 9  closer to your classroom, the living area is smaller but has a bigger bedroom and a bathroom with a full tub. However it is directly across from an Impulse manifold. I don't need to tell you that if that thing is even slightly mis-alined it can be noisy as hell."

"Well I like this one, Isn't it closer to Sickbay?" Carly asked softly. "Besides I'm not one for noisy unless it's children running around." Carly grinned wanting children with Jason someday.

It was clear that Jason had already made up his mind after seeing this cabin witch one he wanted to take once they moved out of the single bed Ensigns quarters. However he'd defer to Carly's wishes... She had the final say on the matter...

"This one." Carly grinned happily kissing Jason again.

Jason nodded and smiled. It was settled. And he caught his Imazdi's hint about having children soon. And now that they had bigger living quarters.. It was something that he was willing to entertain too.. 

Lori Sanchez <dakabn@...> wrote to archer@...:

We should continue this :)

On Sat, Jan 8, 2011 at 4:38 PM, Lori Sanchez <dakabn@...> wrote:
> "Lunch with the Captain"
>
> =/ USS Archer \=
>
> A few minutes after Jothee was escorted out, Anne made her way without
> pausing back to her captain's office.
>
> Lt. Cmdr. Sahal had been waiting for Ens. Cooper to return, the young
> woman had taken her sweet time. "Come!" Kestiana called when she heard
> her chime go off. She was standing before the port hole looking out at
> the stars around them and the planet they were orbited over. "Ah, Miss
> Cooper, how nice of you to return, is it safe to assume that you have
> my report?" Kestiana asked not looking over her shoulder...
>
> Anne looked confused, "I've been gone less than fifteen minutes,
> ma'am. Ambassador Jothee has been discharged with strict orders of no
> visitors without direct authorization from the command team."
>
> "I know how long you've gone Ensign, Would you like a drink? Or shall
> we head to lunch. The report can wait another minute or two." Kestiana
> said softly giving the ensign a smile to assure her she wasn't in
> trouble...
>
> Anne nodded, "Lunch is good, Ma'am."
>
> "Then let's go, I'm only human Ensign, and right now your captain is
> hungry enough to eat you!" Kestiana said with a smirk teasing the
> young officer as she motioned for her to leave so they can get
> something to eat...
>
> Anne gave a nervous smile. Not because she believed the joke, but at
> the joke itself. Anne had a bit to go before she felt as comfortable
> with Kes as she did with Korath. Loyalty switched with assignment and
> though she was still loyal to Korath as XO, her main duty was to her
> new CO. She would be a yeoman for a bit longer before she was in any
> other command position and she had to get used to getting used to new
> bosses. She stepped back outside waiting for Kes.
>
> Kestiana did not have to be Betazoid to feel the girl’s nervousness
> coming off her like waves crashing against the sandy shores of a
> beach. She laughed softly: a rich warm sound that had the ability to
> sooth some. "Relax Ensign, I might be Captain, but I wasn't always. I
> started out as a diplomatic aid while still going through the Academy,
> so I know what it's like to be rushed around fulfilling errands for
> Ambassador Damira Troy." Kestiana informed the young Ensign, while
> making their way towards the closest lift. She had every intention of
> eating in the Officer's Mess rather than the captain's private dining
> room. She still didn't feel comfortable in there. And going to the
> lounge allowed her the ability to be with her crew rather than apart
> from it.
>
> "Please don't take it personally, Ma'am. Ask Commander Korath. I know
> there's a personal connection a yeoman needs to have with his or her
> Captain, but I tend to be shy, especially with superiors. Though, not
> being an intimidating Klingon is to your advantage." A slight blush
> came across Anne's cheek at her attempt at the joke, realizing it
> could be offensive to some.
>
> It had taken months for Anne to get to a comfortable, professionally
> casual level with Korath. Unfortunately, she felt she was just about
> there when he pulled his stunt; albeit an honorable stunt. Still, it
> landed her in a change of command before it was to occur naturally.
> She intended to serve under him until he or she was promoted or
> transferred. No. His destiny, if she were to believe in destiny (She
> was young and hadn't settled on a personal philosophy of life yet.),
> had other plans. She took it with stride, but getting used to a new
> Captain was straining her a bit. It would pass. That was her light at
> the end of the tunnel. Just give it time.
>
> Kestiana knew something was still wrong. But this time kept her mouth
> shut. It wasn't as if she could expect the Ensign to warm up to her
> after all the hassle of getting use to Korath as captain... She wasn't
> going to force her new Yeoman to accept her. Besides, even if she
> could it wasn't who she was. All she could do was her job but maybe
> her crew resented her for taking over for Korath, or just figured she
> was cut from the same cloth and would eventually do something that
> went against command as well landing herself off the ship. Well there
> was no hope for it. Maybe Captains just weren't meant to get to close
> to their crew as Kestiana was always trying to do. It seemed far
> easier to become friends with the crew as their XO than it was as
> their CO...
>
> Anne nodded and followed her to the messhall, "What do you normally
> have for lunch?" She was nervous, and it really took more courage to
> ask such a mundane question than required.
>
> "Normally I have a Salad with Grilled Chicken on top and a glass if
> slightly sweetened Ice Tea." Kestiana said giving Anne a soft smile.
> "And yourself?" the young Captain inquired...
>
> Anne shrugged, "Usually a sandwhich with chips and some sweet fruit drink."
>
> Kestiana gave a nod, it wasn't the healthiest of meals but it was a
> meal. "I'll order our food you pick a table." Kestiana said softly,
> "What kind of sandwich and chips?" She thought to ask...
>
> "It's in the replicator as Ham Sandwich 231." Anne wasn't sure why
> there were so many kinds, but the first time she ordered hers with
> specific things on it, the computer informed her of that, so that's
> what she's ordered for lunch. Every day since she discovered it. "Just
> plain chips. Thank you." She then went off to find a table.
>
> Kestiana gave a nod. "That's what I meant by ordering it." Kestiana
> smiled softly. Turning to walk away as the Yeoman found a table.
> Kestiana found a tray and ordered both their lunches. It took a moment
> for everything to be replicated, however once it was Kestiana
> navigated through the tables so expertly it was almost a graceful
> dance as if she was a waitress at one point in her life. She set the
> tray down smoothly and moved to sit beside Ms. Cooper.
>
> Anne smiled appreciatively, yet still shyly, "Thank you." It just felt
> so odd that her boss was serving her. She wasn't sure what to do with
> it. However, it may just be a good catalyst to help Anne see Kes as a
> person rather than just her boss.
>
> "You're welcome, Anne." Kestiana said reaching for her fork and
> spearing a piece of grilled chicken and a grape tomato and putting it
> to her mouth savoring the flavor.
>
> Anne ate too, thankful for the distraction of food. She hoped her
> captain was good at carrying the conversation until she clicked on
> something she could talk about.
>
> Kestiana had nothing to say right this second due to the fact that it
> was too public so she ate in silence really just enjoying the quite
> space within a loud lounge. She did however say hello to any that
> passed and said hello to her.
>
> "We have some things to discuss when you're done eating." Kestiana
> said as she finished her salad and sat back sipping her iced tea that
> wasn't as sweet as some liked it.
>
> Anne looked up as she finished her last bite of sandwich, "Yes, Ma'am?"
>
> "You finished eating?" Kestiana asked relaxed still sipping her ice
> tea. "How was your lunch?" The young Betazoid asked...
>
> "It was fine, thank you."
>
> "Shall we?" Kestiana asked standing to go leaving the plates for the
> holographic waiters to clean up for them. She moved to leave leading
> Anne, back to her office with the intention of revealing to her Yeoman
> the plan so she doesn't panic when the Ambassador was declared dead...
>
> =/ tbc \=
>
> Lt. Cmdr. Kestiana Sahal, CO
> Ens. Anne Cooper, Yeoman
>

"Artimus Zion" <artimuszion@...> wrote to archer@...:

=/\=Artimus Zion Quarters - USS Archer =/\=

Arty had done all the prep work and double checked all the things he was
going to make, he had laid out the table and chairs on the corner, and it
was cozy but friendly with enough room for distance. Arty was good at laying
tables out goes with being a diplomat he had replicated all the ingredients
that he needed and the other table ware and such everything was cooking
nicely and would be ready once the captain arrived to be served.

Arty did not know the Captains taste in food so he had the plan or doing a
wide spectrum of food so best to cater for her tastes, Arty was wearing a
plain white shirt and black pair of trousers with ambient lighting looking
over to the living area there was papers and PADD’s over the place he had
been spending a lot of time on Tom’s project that had been sent.

He tidied up the papers putting them in a shelf on the bottom of the coffee
table and stacked the PADD’s neatly on the corner of the coffee table, Arty
moved over to the cooking food to check on the starter as he did he
remembered something he had read on the race he was working on giving the
bowl a quick stir Arty moved over to the living room to check on the work
even though within the hour his dinner guest would be arriving.

=/\= end log =/\=


Artimus Zion
Civilian
USS Archer

Active Crew: 9
Excused Crew: 10
On Leave: 2
Unexcused Crew 0

 Crew Logs: 9

 Guest/NPC Logs: 2

 Total Logs: 11

Active Crew: 6
Excused Crew: 2
On Leave: 1
Unexcused Crew 6

 Crew Logs: 10

 Guest/NPC Logs: 3

 Total Logs: 13

Andrew Horman <ahorman@...> wrote to archer@...:

=/\= Dark Place =/\=

The blue eyes pierced through the darkness peering at the small monitor
on the desk.  The contact on the Archer reported everything done and the
sniveling security chief would get his wish.  The person shrouded in
darkness smiled, it was always good to be an assassin and not have to be
anywhere near the crime.  The assassin had used his contact in security
to check on the validity of the Roberts brat then to carry out the
plan.  Roberts had insisted on the death looking like an accident, so,
the assassin had thought hard on how to accomplish the task.

The shrouded figure turned to the window to look out at the stars over
the horizon.  The assassin had taken the job because it required
subtlety and that was their specialty.  The plan was to poison the
Klingons food, just enough to give him stomach cramps and some bloody
vomiting.  The medical staff would diagnose it as a mild allergic
reaction and prescribe alizine, which is specific to treating that in
Klingons.  But, it wouldn't be a full alizine dose, but alizine and
veridium six.  The Doctor would look like he mixed the wrong drugs and
the assassin would get a payday plus a senior security officer in the
back pocket, not to shabby, not to shabby at all, "good by, mister
Korath," the womans voice seethed then let out a dark laugh and slapped
the power button on the terminal, shutting it off.

Unknown Assassin

Lori Sanchez <dakabn@...> wrote to archer@...:

"Just Act Normal"

=/ Kestiana's Office \=

Once they were settled back in Kes' office, Anne had a PADD out and
ready to take notes.

Kestiana made sure her office was secure first -- without it being
secure: just keeping it so that she didn't alert anyone to try to
listen in. Then she moved behind her desk, only changing her mind at
the last second and moving to lean on her desk. "Ens. Cooper..."
Kestiana trailed off noting the padd and how the other woman looked
ready to take notes. "Don't take notes on this. In fact put that padd
away please." Kestiana said softly.

Anne quickly put the PADD in her bag, but looked a little confused as
she looked back up at her Captain.

"Now, I know you saw that Jothee was alive and well. However, we're
reporting him as dead. Well, actually, we're going to kill him."
Kestiana said letting it sink in knowing that the young woman would
probably start jumping to conclusions.

But she didn't. One on hand, it did sound absurd, but Anne wasn't
naive enough to not realize sometimes such measures had to be taken.
She couldn't imagine her Captain killing Jothee. It had to be some
sort of scam. They'd create a hologram and stage his murder? Some sort
of medical something or other? Then again, perhaps he was willing to
die? Did he ask to be killed?

Anne's mind reeled as she thought about it more. No, her people would
not kill Jothee. The thought was so unfathomable that she was not
feeling the need to panic and fight for him. However, concern grew
inside as to the actual reasons for it and how they would achieve it.

"Ma'am?" Was all she could utter from her confused state.

Kestiana could not manage to hide her smile. "I'm sorry. Let me
clarify. We're going to fake his death to catch the assassin whom was
hired to kill him. As well as find out who is working with him and who
hired him to kill the ambassador." Kestiana said, not yet finished,
but letting the young yeoman absorb the new information before
continuing.

Anne nodded. Good. Fake. That was what she assumed, but it was very
assuring to hear it said. The reasoning also made perfect sense. Quite
the clever plan actually.

"We are also going to fake Korath's death by having Lt. Roberts place
a hit on Korath. This will help us draw the other party in further to
catch them hopefully. The plan is already in the process of being
fulfilled. I've talked with both Lt. General Lincole and Ambassador
Jothee. However, the General might not really know what's going on,
but Ambassador Jothee finds this all rather amusing for some reason."
Kestiana said obviously confused by Jothee's reaction to her asking
for his life.

Anne tilted her head, "Well, I can see why he finds it amusing." Anne
smiled, "I can imagine he's finding it a fun ruse to be involved in."
Then she let it sink in about Korath. Such schemes aboard the ship!
"How will they be staged? Will they simply go into hiding or will
medical be doing things to make them appear dead to observers?"

"Well Jothee is being transferred to the USS Tiho." Kestiana said
softly, "As for Korath he'll probably be kept in stasis or returned to
his quarters to wait out the rest of the mission until we catch
whoever the assassin is."

Anne looked down feeling sorry for Korath. Demoted and now either
stasis or confined to his quarters. She wasn't sure what would be
better for him. Staying in his quarters would likely make him
stir-crazy. But then stasis was basically temporary death. Anne sighed
and looked back up at her captain, "How can I help?"

"By acting normal and not feeling sorry for him. Lt Roberts is the one
to put the hit on Korath to draw the guy out because of all there
fighting it was the perfect plan because no one would doubt that
Roberts wanted Korath out of the way. The best thing you can do is act
as if nothing was out of the ordinary. We let you in on the plan only
because we know how vocal you can get with your objections." Kestiana
said as carefully as she could with a slight smile.

Anne smiled, "Wouldn't my objections to Lt. Roberts' attitude toward
our XO be quite normal?"

"Oh yes quite Normal." Kestiana smiled softly. "I'm actually impressed
that you would take attitude with any of the department heads as I've
heard that you had a little altercation with Chief Engineer Officer as
well." Kestiana grinned letting the young woman know she wasn't in
trouble but there was a warning in there. The young Yeoman can’t take
on the whole ship on her own.

Anne nodded, "Yes, ma'am. I am working on controlling my tongue and
keeping my opinions to myself. However, if it will help with the
viability of the scheme, I can let my temper with Lt. Roberts remain
unchecked for this time."

"Try to stick with normal or you might find yourself with a hit on
your head as well as part of the plan." Kestiana said laughing softly.
"Do you have any further questions on the plan?" Kestiana asked
softly.

Anne nodded. Biting back to Roberts was normal for her. She'd not let
herself get too free with her temper, but she was pretty sure she'd
bite back at him anyway if given the chance and the bait. The man just
raked her the wrong way. "Aye Ma'am and negative, Ma'am."

"Then dismissed, Ensign." Kestiana said with a smile and moved to get
to work on the padds that seemed to have appeared on her desk while
she was out to lunch.

=/\=

Lt. Cmdr. Kestiana Sahal, CO
Ens. Anne Cooper, Yeoman