Man, I'm onna roll! LoL ~ Here's the next installment ya'all, I hope you're enjoying so far, cause if you're not my cat Randy (a.k.a Jake) is gonna go psyco on me! ~ Talani
Part 5
As they drew closer to the unidentified object's position, it became clear that what they were seeing was a derilect, it's hull pitted and scared by stellar objects. His science team (he kind of liked the sound of that), had concluded that it must have been abandoned around 75 years ago.
He'd contained his amusement as T'Pol's shift from stoney indifference to animate interest towards Grace, some of her insights had made a noticable impact on the Vulcan's perception of her new associate.
"I would think the answer obvious, there was probably more than one ship and when this thing's engines blew, they were retrieved by another in their group."
T'Pol interjected, "That may be so, but it still doesn't explain the damage to the fore section."
With a little shrug, Grace gave her a vague look, "Coulda been caused after it was abandoned. What's it matter since we've determined that the radiation hazard is minimal, let it continue on it's fatal spiral."
Archer leaned on the railing next to T'Pol and asked, "Would it be safe to send a boarding party over to investigate?"
She returned his guiless look with her usual aplomb, "It may be, and I do stress maybe, if the E.V. suit's shielding is propperly upgraded for the levels you will be exposed to."
He lightly placed his hand on her shoulder as he straightened, "Thanks, you ladies make an awesome team!" He strode across the bridge, giving them a wave as the lift doors closed around him.
"Well, innat special? I guess that means I'm in."
The Sub-commander just gave her a tolerant look as she continued recording incoming information into the ships data-base. Grace thought wryly, that the Chief science officer hadn't expected her to know as much about physics as she did. But when you worked in places where you were sometimes the only one around, you learned to be versitile in order to survive.
"You may enter your op's log into the system now Commander."
She answered with a deep sigh, "Please, you can call me Grace, or even Talani. I was never really comfortable with formal rank protocol." Jimenez chortled as she finished, "It's probably why I'm still a Commander at 40."
One eyebrow delicately rose as T'Pol regarded her. "I hadn't realised you were already in your 5th decade."
"I had the good fortune of being born of desert blood, my Grandmother was 80 when she passed away, but didn't look a day over 50."
A slight of T'Pol's head aknowlwdged the answer as they comleted their initian investigation.
As Grace secured her station, she suddenly had one of her 'feelings', pass through her. She shuddered in response as it ebbed, waiting to see if one of her rare visions was to follow. Her stillness must have drawn the other woman's attention, a soft inquiry broke the trance, "Are you all right? You have been motionless for aproximately 7.5 minutes."
Rotating her shoulder to work the kinks out, she casually replied, "It's nothing, just a part of being taught in the old ways."
She smiled affably at her peer as she headed for the lift, thanking the Spirits for the gift of long legs. Once she was safe inside her room and had the lock fastened, she pulled her medicine pouch out. Placing the simple glazed pot in the center of the room, she tied her eagle feather in her hair while the buffalo bone was placed by the clay pot that contained her smudge. Lighting the bundle of white sage, she breathed deep of its scent before walking around her place, chanting the ancient prayers.
Assured that the room was now suitable, she placed the smoldering bundle back in the pot, she crossed her legs yoga fashion as she settled before her Spirit window, then produced a small bone pipe and leather bag of tobacco. Once it was filled, she held a flame to it and drew in the smoke, letting it out slowly with her thoughts and waved her hands under it to help send her prayers in it, to the sprit world.
Part 6
Commander Tucker stopped at the entryway to the mess, his eyes searching the busy place for a sign of their new crew member. As he was finally admitting she wasn't in there, he heard someone behind him call his name.
"Hi Commander, looks kind of crowded tonight in there."
He gave Hoshi an encouraging smile, "Naw, busy's when they start needing ta sit three high per chair!"
Hoshi glanced up at him, saying, "Please! It's not ever that bad Trip."
"Have ya happened to see our somber sides lighter half?"
She gave him a puzzled look. "What are you talking about?"
With a scandalous wink, he leaned down so no one else would over hear, "I'm talking about Grace, Hosh. Didya see the Sub-commander's face when the Capt'n told her she'd have to work with her?"
"You are so bad Mr. Tucker. But you're the one who's going to shocked, they got along just fine today. I think even T'Pol realised that woman is a geneus, by the time I got off shift, they were chatting about wave-harmonic dynamics and all that stuff."
He laughed as she made a comic expression of disgust. "Wanna join me, we'll haver better success working as a team in nabbing an empty table."
"Sure, I'm starved!"
Captain Archer sat in his office reading the confidential reports from Jimenez's file, but had to stop and read over one particular report, it was from tests run at MIT, the results stating her I.Q. was well over average. It was the part about higher then normal EEK readings that caused his hesitence.
"Wave lengths in both Alpha and Gamma were detected while subject was concious.", he muttered to himself. As he continued on, one particular item made him sit up.
"An unconfirmed report indicates that subject might possess Paranormal abilities. The removal and subsequint retrieval of items considered 'Holy', and personal to subject suggests the power of teleportation and/or telekenisis."
Laying the documents carefuly on his desk, Jonathan sat back, pondering this latest piece of info. It had never been confirmed, but people had always speculated on the possibility of such powers. How would you test for something like that anyway?
Agitated by a nagging feeling he was missing something here, he made sure all papers were present before sealing them back in the envelope they'd come in. He tossed them in the cabinet on his way out, deciding food would calm the tense gnawing that he felt.
He was taken aback at the crowd he had to wend his way through in order to erach his private facilities.
"Capt'n!"
He turned and saw Trip making his way towards him, Ensign Sato in tow.
"Jon, you wouldn't mind a lil company, would ya?"
Laughing at the plaintive plea in his friends voice, he nodded, "Sure Trip, and you're welcome to join to Hoshi."
"Thanks Captain. I was beginning to think I'd have to eat while standing!"
The relative quiet was a relief after the bustling, boisturous common mess. As they sat, the intercom buzzed.
"Archer here."
"Sir, I've almost finished the upgrades you requested for tomarrow."
"Thank you Malcolm, be sure the shuttle pod has all of it's scanners in working order."
"Aye sir."
After a crewman came and took their orders, Trip casualy mentioned he hadn't seen Tal anywhere in that throng.
"I'm sure she's still settling in Trip, you saw all that stuff she brought with her. Although, Travis mentioned something about that case he had picked up. Said it felt like the weight was shifting in it."
The line his thoughts had been on were interupted by the arrival of their meals, Hoshi especially looked pleased as she dug in with great enthuseasum, to her stir-fri. Trip ate his chicken-fried steak as if it were going to hop off the plate and run out of the room. They finished in a companionable silence, well sated.
Grace Jimenez was contemplating weather or not she should network her ops station to an auxilary board when her door chime sounded.
"Come in."
She was a little surprised to see Captain Archer as the door opened. He looked around, his gaze came to a rest on her, a gleem of amusement lit in his eyes, "I just stopped by to see how you were doing. Your bio didn't mention that you meditated."
"I don't."
His brows drew together as he tried to figure out her answer, "Than you're?"
"Praying Captain. Well, it's prayer and more, if the Spirits are to hear one's thoughts, then the mind must be focused and the body calm."
"Sounds sort of like meditation to me." He said.
While she was putting up the medicine items, she unobtusely observed her commanding officer. He was looking curiously aeound when he suddenly froze. Turning to see what had got his attention, Jake came strolling out of the bathroom.
"That's something else your bio didn't mention."
She couldn't tell if he was upset or not by the prescence of an animal on his ship. Picking the feline up, she tickled his ears as she remarked, "No one ever had a problem with him coming along. He's quiet and doesn't leave our quarters very often. There was only one time he really got in trouble, but it wasn't his fault."
He lowered his face and crossed his arms. But there was a humorous tone in his voice as he started to talk, "I'm not to sure what the regulations say about pets on board", as he brought his head up, she was relieved by his obvious amusement, "but I know somebody who's not going to appreciate your friend's stay."
Part 5
As they drew closer to the unidentified object's position, it became clear that what they were seeing was a derilect, it's hull pitted and scared by stellar objects. His science team (he kind of liked the sound of that), had concluded that it must have been abandoned around 75 years ago.
He'd contained his amusement as T'Pol's shift from stoney indifference to animate interest towards Grace, some of her insights had made a noticable impact on the Vulcan's perception of her new associate.
"I would think the answer obvious, there was probably more than one ship and when this thing's engines blew, they were retrieved by another in their group."
T'Pol interjected, "That may be so, but it still doesn't explain the damage to the fore section."
With a little shrug, Grace gave her a vague look, "Coulda been caused after it was abandoned. What's it matter since we've determined that the radiation hazard is minimal, let it continue on it's fatal spiral."
Archer leaned on the railing next to T'Pol and asked, "Would it be safe to send a boarding party over to investigate?"
She returned his guiless look with her usual aplomb, "It may be, and I do stress maybe, if the E.V. suit's shielding is propperly upgraded for the levels you will be exposed to."
He lightly placed his hand on her shoulder as he straightened, "Thanks, you ladies make an awesome team!" He strode across the bridge, giving them a wave as the lift doors closed around him.
"Well, innat special? I guess that means I'm in."
The Sub-commander just gave her a tolerant look as she continued recording incoming information into the ships data-base. Grace thought wryly, that the Chief science officer hadn't expected her to know as much about physics as she did. But when you worked in places where you were sometimes the only one around, you learned to be versitile in order to survive.
"You may enter your op's log into the system now Commander."
She answered with a deep sigh, "Please, you can call me Grace, or even Talani. I was never really comfortable with formal rank protocol." Jimenez chortled as she finished, "It's probably why I'm still a Commander at 40."
One eyebrow delicately rose as T'Pol regarded her. "I hadn't realised you were already in your 5th decade."
"I had the good fortune of being born of desert blood, my Grandmother was 80 when she passed away, but didn't look a day over 50."
A slight of T'Pol's head aknowlwdged the answer as they comleted their initian investigation.
As Grace secured her station, she suddenly had one of her 'feelings', pass through her. She shuddered in response as it ebbed, waiting to see if one of her rare visions was to follow. Her stillness must have drawn the other woman's attention, a soft inquiry broke the trance, "Are you all right? You have been motionless for aproximately 7.5 minutes."
Rotating her shoulder to work the kinks out, she casually replied, "It's nothing, just a part of being taught in the old ways."
She smiled affably at her peer as she headed for the lift, thanking the Spirits for the gift of long legs. Once she was safe inside her room and had the lock fastened, she pulled her medicine pouch out. Placing the simple glazed pot in the center of the room, she tied her eagle feather in her hair while the buffalo bone was placed by the clay pot that contained her smudge. Lighting the bundle of white sage, she breathed deep of its scent before walking around her place, chanting the ancient prayers.
Assured that the room was now suitable, she placed the smoldering bundle back in the pot, she crossed her legs yoga fashion as she settled before her Spirit window, then produced a small bone pipe and leather bag of tobacco. Once it was filled, she held a flame to it and drew in the smoke, letting it out slowly with her thoughts and waved her hands under it to help send her prayers in it, to the sprit world.
Part 6
Commander Tucker stopped at the entryway to the mess, his eyes searching the busy place for a sign of their new crew member. As he was finally admitting she wasn't in there, he heard someone behind him call his name.
"Hi Commander, looks kind of crowded tonight in there."
He gave Hoshi an encouraging smile, "Naw, busy's when they start needing ta sit three high per chair!"
Hoshi glanced up at him, saying, "Please! It's not ever that bad Trip."
"Have ya happened to see our somber sides lighter half?"
She gave him a puzzled look. "What are you talking about?"
With a scandalous wink, he leaned down so no one else would over hear, "I'm talking about Grace, Hosh. Didya see the Sub-commander's face when the Capt'n told her she'd have to work with her?"
"You are so bad Mr. Tucker. But you're the one who's going to shocked, they got along just fine today. I think even T'Pol realised that woman is a geneus, by the time I got off shift, they were chatting about wave-harmonic dynamics and all that stuff."
He laughed as she made a comic expression of disgust. "Wanna join me, we'll haver better success working as a team in nabbing an empty table."
"Sure, I'm starved!"
Captain Archer sat in his office reading the confidential reports from Jimenez's file, but had to stop and read over one particular report, it was from tests run at MIT, the results stating her I.Q. was well over average. It was the part about higher then normal EEK readings that caused his hesitence.
"Wave lengths in both Alpha and Gamma were detected while subject was concious.", he muttered to himself. As he continued on, one particular item made him sit up.
"An unconfirmed report indicates that subject might possess Paranormal abilities. The removal and subsequint retrieval of items considered 'Holy', and personal to subject suggests the power of teleportation and/or telekenisis."
Laying the documents carefuly on his desk, Jonathan sat back, pondering this latest piece of info. It had never been confirmed, but people had always speculated on the possibility of such powers. How would you test for something like that anyway?
Agitated by a nagging feeling he was missing something here, he made sure all papers were present before sealing them back in the envelope they'd come in. He tossed them in the cabinet on his way out, deciding food would calm the tense gnawing that he felt.
He was taken aback at the crowd he had to wend his way through in order to erach his private facilities.
"Capt'n!"
He turned and saw Trip making his way towards him, Ensign Sato in tow.
"Jon, you wouldn't mind a lil company, would ya?"
Laughing at the plaintive plea in his friends voice, he nodded, "Sure Trip, and you're welcome to join to Hoshi."
"Thanks Captain. I was beginning to think I'd have to eat while standing!"
The relative quiet was a relief after the bustling, boisturous common mess. As they sat, the intercom buzzed.
"Archer here."
"Sir, I've almost finished the upgrades you requested for tomarrow."
"Thank you Malcolm, be sure the shuttle pod has all of it's scanners in working order."
"Aye sir."
After a crewman came and took their orders, Trip casualy mentioned he hadn't seen Tal anywhere in that throng.
"I'm sure she's still settling in Trip, you saw all that stuff she brought with her. Although, Travis mentioned something about that case he had picked up. Said it felt like the weight was shifting in it."
The line his thoughts had been on were interupted by the arrival of their meals, Hoshi especially looked pleased as she dug in with great enthuseasum, to her stir-fri. Trip ate his chicken-fried steak as if it were going to hop off the plate and run out of the room. They finished in a companionable silence, well sated.
Grace Jimenez was contemplating weather or not she should network her ops station to an auxilary board when her door chime sounded.
"Come in."
She was a little surprised to see Captain Archer as the door opened. He looked around, his gaze came to a rest on her, a gleem of amusement lit in his eyes, "I just stopped by to see how you were doing. Your bio didn't mention that you meditated."
"I don't."
His brows drew together as he tried to figure out her answer, "Than you're?"
"Praying Captain. Well, it's prayer and more, if the Spirits are to hear one's thoughts, then the mind must be focused and the body calm."
"Sounds sort of like meditation to me." He said.
While she was putting up the medicine items, she unobtusely observed her commanding officer. He was looking curiously aeound when he suddenly froze. Turning to see what had got his attention, Jake came strolling out of the bathroom.
"That's something else your bio didn't mention."
She couldn't tell if he was upset or not by the prescence of an animal on his ship. Picking the feline up, she tickled his ears as she remarked, "No one ever had a problem with him coming along. He's quiet and doesn't leave our quarters very often. There was only one time he really got in trouble, but it wasn't his fault."
He lowered his face and crossed his arms. But there was a humorous tone in his voice as he started to talk, "I'm not to sure what the regulations say about pets on board", as he brought his head up, she was relieved by his obvious amusement, "but I know somebody who's not going to appreciate your friend's stay."