From alittlet@enterprise.powerup.com.au Sat Jun 27 21:54:15 1998 Date: Mon, 15 Jun 1998 01:43:45 -0600 From: April To: INDIGO FLEET List Serve Subject: [INDIGO] SB OMEGA: Introducing Lt Commander Danya "Sinjin" St ---OFFICIAL INDIGO FLEET TRANSMISSION--- Date: Mon, 15 Jun 1998 17:37:43 +1000 From: April Subject: [INDIGO] SB OMEGA: Introducing Lt Commander Danya "Sinjin" St John! NRPG: Please forgive me if I misplace anyone in rank or position or don't get you quite in character as I get to know the Star Base... I've hopefully had the last 4 posts trusting that I didn't miss anything... I am a little confused, from what I have read, that anyone should actually know that Phaser is the bad guy except for possible speculation based on the fact that he is in control of the room... at least not until the information is brought forth by the young Brooks on the NOVA. I may have missed a post or something however or some other clue in the posts that I do have. Also, I know that it is usual for a new member of the crew to have a nice little chat with the CO or XO upon arrival where they get a few spar moments to chat nicely about service records and the post as well as their billet. However, considering the situation on OMEGA, I didn't think it would be totally out of hand to just dive on in... :) Anyone interested in viewing a drawing of Sinjin St John can do so by simply asking me to send one to you. I have a gif. If I get to it, I'll put it up on my web page. Well, that's it. Hello... hope you enjoy the post. ******************************************* RPG ******************************************* SD: 100615.0330EST MD: Unknown << An unknown world...>> She stepped out the shadows and the mist, clutching the tiny bundle of life protectively in her arms She was not prepared for the sight that met her tired and bewildered eyes, a sight that was somehow macabre as if born out of some B rated Frankenstein movie of ancient earth. Men moved swiftly about their business in the eerie morning light, then one by one they paused and turned towards her. Her hazel green eyes moved from one shadowy face to another... here a Human... there a Romulan... there a Klingon... past each face until her stunned eyes rested on the still form of her hru'fir... so still... *too* still... Her lips moved silently for a moment and then the sound... distant... uncertain... afraid... her voice sounding so alien even to her own ears, "... is he... ?" No one answered. Her eyes, now filled with the same emotions that choked her voice, moved back over the faces the men now paused in their work of placing the apparently lifeless body of Agnev Mar into a chamber for transportation. She spoke again, in English, in Romulan and Klingon... in every language that she knew fluently or in which she could summon those simple words. "Is he dead? Is he... is he...?" over and over, but their silence was like a pool in which she was slowly drowning. No one answered and so she turned to the only other person she could ask. She reached out to touch the cold stillness of the man she loved holding his newborn son cradled against her chest with one arm. "E'lev...?" Her fingers brushed the already cold flesh and in that same moment a strong hand clamped about her wrist and pulled her hand almost violently away and as if in the same moment she was propelled into the arms of a Romulan who held her firmly to prevent her spinning back towards the chamber and its occupant. Why? Why such haste to prevent her touching her e'lev?" her numb mind tried to question. What were they afraid that she would discover? "Get her out of here and off planet quickly!" She heard the command and strained to twist back and look at the Human who seemed to be in charge of this... clean up ... operation. "Wait!" The man turned back to face her and nodded to the Romulan who allowed her to turn towards him, but would not release her completely. His eyes regarded her with a kind of cold disgust that she was not unfamiliar with since her decision to remain with the Romulan body she had been born in rather then the lie of her Human face provided through genetic masking. "Forget about him, Commander..." he said, his voice was cold and distant and almost hateful as he moved to turned away from her dismissively. "I don't know how to do that!" she shouted and met his gaze forcing him to hold the contact. "He's PART of me!" "He's served his purpose here. It's over." "But... he isn't dead... is he...?" she stammered fighting to maintain the pride and strength that anger had allowed her to project though she didn't feel it. "No questions, Commander. Forget that you ever knew him. Agnev Mar was never *truly* alive and if you don't want yourself and that bastard child you're clutching to your breast to end up like him... SHUT up and GET the hell out of here because it would give me great pleasure to put an end to both of you and end it here and now forever... but it seems that someone still has a purpose for you." He looked at the Romulan. "Get her out of here now. They'll be waiting for her...." **** **** **** **** **** MD: 6:2245 << Somewhere in space...>> .... Agnev Mar was never *truly* alive... never *truly* alive... never... never... never... Something was buzzing... plucking at her consciousness... pulling her up through the misty realms of sleep and dream... dreams that tortured her night after night... stealing the rest and peace that sleep promised. She tried to make the sound go away. In her mind she was trying to see his face, so cold and still, trying to memorize every line and detail of his visage. She fought back the bitter salt sting of tears. It buzzed again... and the mist seemed to close around her and she opened her eyes, gazing up into the darkness through the wetness of tears, disorientated and uncertain for a moment as the hold of sleep slowly released her mind. The communicator buzzed for the third time and she took a deep, trembling, breath as she sat up. Her body seemed to ache in a distant kind of way that made it seem as if it wasn't really her body. The tears, following the laws of gravity, slipped down from the hollows of her eyes where they had pooled and trailed down her cheeks to be swept away by slender fingers before they reached to tap the comm badge on the bedside table. "St John," she muttered trying to clear the sleep and the emotion from her voice and banish the memory of the dream from her mind. Lt Commander Danya St John pushed her hand through her hair, pulling the long soft curls back from her face. She suppressed a sigh and the temptation to nod. "Thank you, Captain," she replied. "I'll be ready." "St John out," she said stretching to tap the badge again as she got to her feet and stretched before going to stand beside the crib where her small son slept so peacefully, blissfully free of ghosts that haunted her own sleep. She resisted the urge to reach down to the sleeping infant and touch his soft cheek to reassure herself that he was really there. **** **** **** **** **** MD: 6.2355 "Lt Commander St John?" the Klingon Commander asked as the small woman stepped onto the bridge. Danya stood to attention however briefly when the K'Bronn waved the necessity for protocol aside. "There's no time for formality, Commander. We have a serious situation here." Danya's eyes scanned the somewhat urgent activity of the bridge personal and nodded. "I can see that, Sir. What seems to be the problem?" "Captain Dieje and we believe an unknown number of other higher ranking officers are being held hostage in the Situation Room," he began. Danya raised a slender arched brow questioningly but remained silent as the Klingon continued to brief her on the events and conditions surrounding the situation room. "If you have any thoughts or suggestion, Commander, now is the time." Danya's hazel-green eyes looked thoughtful for a moment. Her training was in security, tactics, and intelligence, and on star ships at that. She had no real knowledge of Star Base procedures. She had believed that this posting to OMEGA, so far out from headquarters, had been the Fleets way of tucking out of sight and harms way a rather controversial young officer. In fact, she had not yet been informed of the billet she was to be assigned or her duties. There was no sign of uncertainty however in her beautiful Romulan visage as she replied. "I'm not familiar with the standard security in place on a Star Base, sir... but I would suggest that we determine how many hostages there are and who they are. The thermal scans will tell us how many but not who. If this were a star ship I would view the security tapes of the area to determine who was in the room prior to the room being shut off or have the computer identify all personal who should be on board and in fact were but are now unlocatable. Secondly, I would advise that it may be possible to use the computer to analyse the thermal images. We may be able to gain some intelligence on the situation within the room as well as possible weapons or other hardware identification. I would strongly suggest that this intelligence be gained before any attempt is made to interfere with the room directly. Other scan's may also be possible depending on the nature of the force field. And the force field itself will be easier to deal with once we do know it's nature." ********************************************** respectfully submitted Lt Commander Danya "Sinjin" St John CIC, SB OMEGA ********************************************** ***This message sent by an official member of Indigo Fleet*** Are you also posting your message to the newsgroup?!!! ---END TRANSMISSION---