Star Trek: Theurgy

Day 01 [1700 hrs.] Washing Away the Memories

[ Theurgy "Thea" NX-79854 (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Evelyn_Rawley,_call-sign_%22Ghost%22) | Below Decks Lounge | Deck 28 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: Nolan, Steelphoenix, Anyone Available (No PO)
[Show/Hide]Since her mobile emitter needed repairs, and Lin Kae was still in surgery after what had befallen him during the battle, Thea materialised in Below Decks through her ship-wide hologrid. It was not quite the same thing as when she used her emitter, the upgrades Kae had installed making her prefer to use it, but Thea had been used to the more 'numb' experience of being projected through a conventional holoemitter since her first activation date, so she just filed away the emotion of loss that had sprung from her emotion chip, and walked towards the woman seated in the back corner of the area.

While she walked, her digital eyes fell on one of the new passengers - a Kzinti male that had come aboard the Theurgy on the Allegiant. Since he was unarmed and had posed no threat to the small crew of the Yacht, the ultimate decision had been to let him go until further notice. Even if he had been told to, it seemed to Thea that he had yet to speak with the Quartermaster to arrange for accommodations until someone had the time to speak with him. With the battle just an hour hour past, and the full extent of her damage yet to be assessed, Thea suspected that none of the new civilian passengers would not be summoned until after she had entered the Azure Nebula.

There were others in Below Decks, she noted, but the atmosphere in the lounge was subdued. Defeat had that kind of effect, Thea surmised, since it wasn't the first time her crew had faced such. There were new faces there too, crew from the Resolve and the Orcus who were not entirely sure what to expect from the 'renegade' ship they were on. Upon nebula entry, Thea knew that Captain Ives and Commander Trent would address them all, and let them know about the Starfleet Command conspiracy, and try to organise the departments to include the new crewmates aboard Thea. Until then, which would be another two hours at least, Security had arranged for the new crew to move around freely in the public areas of the ship, encouraging them to be patient until further notice. The alternative had been to keep them waiting around her airlocks or transporter rooms, and that would not have been ideal. The new crew were not supposed to feel like prisoners, but for it all to work without it being a security risk, Thea had devoted 40 % of her memory to track crew movements and aid Security in their surveillance. With no vid-feeds of the public areas, all they had were her internal sensors and their patrols, which she helped keeping appraised of the situation aboard.

It was all handled in her background processes though, since her projection still walked towards the woman in the corner of the lounge. She stopped by her table and folded her hands behind her back. "Ensign Henshaw?" she asked, but it was a rhetorical question. Thea knew that it was the Captain's Yeoman. "Captain Ives sent me to make sure you were okay. He wanted to let you know you are not expected to return to your duties today, and that you should take your time. He has been appraised about what happened to you on the base. He sends his condolences, Miss Hanshaw, and you have mine too."

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OOC: This thread takes place two hours before Chatper 01: Nebula Entry.

[ Ens. Cameron Henshaw | Below Decks Lounge | Deck 28 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: Thea, Anyone Available

It had been two good hours ago since Cameron had been beamed back upon the Theurgy.  The last image of her adoptive father flashing before her eyes before she saw the Aerowing approaching. It was something that'd keep coming back to her for now and probably in the future days to come if not months. On the table in front of her, Cameron had managed to assemble quite a line of bottles. Risan wine to be exact and four out of the five bottles had been emptied already. Cameron's uniform hung loosely, the vest opened up showing some more skin than usual. Underneath the vest however, she was wearing a black top. It roughly had the same shape as the standard issued PT tank tops. Instead of the usual uniform pants she wore she had opted for the skirt this time to allow herself some more movement.

Cameron had made a stop to her quarters before coming to the lounge, wanting to hole up there until the worst would've been over, yet inside her quarters she could almost feel the walls and bulkheads close in on her. Thus she opted for the bar as it was spacious enough and provided with a well supplied amount of alcohol to wash away the fresh scar in her mind. She had noticed Thea appearing in the lounge and had already confiscated a few bottles of Risan wine. She sighed as Thea came towards her, wondering if Ives would want her to appear before him for whatever reason. To be frank, her position as yeoman was something she could miss at this moment. Then again, that could've been the Risan wine speaking for her.

When Thea stopped before her and addressed her Cameron slumped into a half right seated position before she shook her head "Yippee..." she said with a sarcastic tone as Thea informed her that she didn't have to return for her duties today. What seemed to trigger her however was the fact that she conveyed the condolences of Ives and herself. "Really?" she blurted out and snickered "Condolences?..." she said a bit delayed before she frowned and shook her head "Why can't Ives makes them personally? Am I not important enough to do so?" she said a bit louder yet not loud enough for everyone to hear in the lounge. It would however turn a few heads. "I mean... Ian.... Ian was just a tool from the usurpers... A fucking DRONE!" she said now as she stood up and rested with her hands on the table as she looked at Thea. Her balance rather shaky as the sudden change of stance caused for dizziness in the young ensign's head. "My dad! The man I looked up to... Gone! He placed a phaser to my temple and I swear he would've just blasted my head off!" she shouted now in frustration as it all poured out of her.

"So screw the condolences! How can anyone even look at us after this mission?" she continued "We're fucking traitors now to the outside world! We have a death squad chasing us under the name of a task force and we lost so many good lives! For fucking what? Another hasty retreat to who knows where?!" she slumped back down in the sofa like corner seat and took another gulp from her glass "What's the point!" she concluded eventually before she refilled her glass, or at least attempted to as half of the glass was filled while the other half just splattered around on the table.

[ Ensign Christopher "Husker" Slayton| Below Decks Lounge | Deck 28 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: Thea, Nolan, Anyone Available

Chris was dressed in a fresh uniform, oddly enough feeling a need to wear it in the aftermath of everything that had happened as the strangeness of everything was slowly starting to creep into his brain...bad enough that he could only think of one "mental bleach" that could help clean his brain out.

Tali and T'Zantha on the Theurgy with him...Marcus commanding the ship that tried to kill them..Miles MIA with Kanti and Fasha KIA...

Chris shook his head even harder as he entered into the bar area only to be met full force by the young woman's powerful outburst of emotions the moment that he stepped into the room and he understood her pain after everything had happened but it was the latter half of the venting that caught his attention and drew him more into the room.

"I mean... Ian.... Ian was just a tool from the usurpers... A fucking DRONE!" she said now as she stood up and rested with her hands on the table as she looked at Thea. Her balance rather shaky as the sudden change of stance caused for dizziness in the young ensign's head. "My dad! The man I looked up to... Gone! He placed a phaser to my temple and I swear he would've just blasted my head off!" she shouted now in frustration as it all poured out of her.

Chris quietly watched his fellow ensign vent a tremendous amount of stress upon the ship's avatar as he made his way silently over to where she was, stopping long enough to pick up an empty glass for himself with a silent nod to Thea who he knew had the run time to notice him as he made his way over to where Cameron was.

"So screw the condolences! How can anyone even look at us after this mission?" she continued "We're fucking traitors now to the outside world! We have a death squad chasing us under the name of a task force and we lost so many good lives! For fucking what? Another hasty retreat to who knows where?!" she slumped back down in the sofa like corner seat and took another gulp from her glass "What's the point!" she concluded eventually before she refilled her glass, or at least attempted to as half of the glass was filled while the other half just splattered around on the table.

Before she spill all of the contents of the bottle, Chris quickly caught it before she could spill any more of it and gently took the bottle from her as he resumed filling her glass for her as a way of making his presence known to the young woman.

"Because the universe doesn't play dice with itself, Cameron." Chris said gently as he filled her glass to the proper level before filling his as well. "Yes we may be viewed as traitors by everyone now pretty much but in the end what happened simply showed me one thing and do you want to know what that is?"

Chris set the bottle down on the table and moved to sit in front of her and locked his eyes on her's. "It means that fuckers are scared, they know that we're serious about this shit and in the end  I have a strong feeling that you're going to be the one doing the cutting on the fucker who put that thing into your father's head."

A thought popped into Chris' head, something that his own father had tried to drill into him time and time again and was after a fashion taught to him by Paran in that camp all of those years ago and it took today of all days for him to finally understand what they had they were trying to tell him.

Chris set his glass down as he got up and took Cameron's face into both of his broad, calloused hands in order for him to get her to focus on him because if anyone needed this..it was her at that moment.

"If you can understand anything then please understand this, Cameron. Don't hate your enemies, it clouds your judgement and makes you miss your chance to make the perfect target." he said to her, his green eyes meeting her brown ones. "Trust me on this."

[ Deacon | Below Decks Lounge | Deck 28 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: Thea, Nolan, DocReno, Anyone available

Since being released to his own recognizance, as it were, Deacon had taken the opportunity to explore what passed for 'public areas' aboard the vessel.  When he had ditched an exploding run-about for the presumed safety of an unshielded ship, he had little idea that it was but part of a larger vessel.  Still, it was smaller than the starbase, and even unescorted as he was, he knew the routine well enough.

That they hadn't skinned him or tossed him in the brig was a good sign, he supposed.  Of course, he could make the argument that he was -- technically -- a Federation citizen, but such technicalities felt forced, a contrivance, a legality, and he knew well the Fanged God's opinion on lawyers.

He'd sought out this corner of the ship because, at the time, it had been abandoned, and its expansiveness suited his tastes.  The first female had slipped in when he was behind one of the counters scrounging for some hint of food.  These Federation vessels made use of replicators for their rations.  It all seemed artificial, insulting, even, to one used to stalking and killing prey.  But it was something to which he had grown regrettably accustomed.  Eat one small house pet on a starbase and the whole of security was on alert.  And who kept such things if not for eating?

He tsked to himself as he scrounged.  Humans and their habits.  Had his parents lived, had he grown up with the humans, would he have had a pet?  It all felt so distant, so academic.  He barely remembered his parents anyway.  Foolish sympathy for a monkey and misplaced attachment to a female, his grandfather would tell him.  He'd gone years without thinking of them, and yet here, on a Federation ship, even the faintest of smells or the slight adjustment in the inertial dampeners, they all triggered half-memories, doubts, questions.  He disliked this uncertainty and it only seemed to be growing the further down this path he walked.

His ears twitched as the female shouted at the hologram.  Likely she thought her words overlooked by the few present, but kzinti hearing was keen.  He watched quietly as a male approached her, taking the bottle from her and pouring each a glass before sitting down across from her and taking her face into his hands.  Deacon lifted his head a bit, ears flattening.  Was this a mating ritual for humans?  He sniffed at the air but aside from the stench of fermented fruit-stock, he couldn't detect any signs of elevated hormones.

Finally he stood and turned to the replicator.  He would need to have words about proper food preparation in this place, but practicality would have to take precedence for the time being.  "Computer," he said to the display, "prepare roasted zianya... sixty-five degrees celsius internal."  He considered the number and determined that was the proper calculation for medium-well, at least that was what the overly nervous ensign on Starbase 84 had told him when explaining the replicator system.  "And tunuska sauce," he added.  At least the food would be edible, but nothing could compare to the taste of the fresh kill, dripping with the juice of fear from the hunt.  It took a considerable act of will for Deacon to stop salivating as the plate materialized within the receptacle.

He lifted the dish, giving it an appraising sniff, before walking it over to the table where the male and female sat.

Without preamble, he placed the plate on the table amidst the discarded bottles, his gaze starting first at the female and then moving to the male.  "She should eat.  She has consumed liberal amounts of alcohol.  It is unhealthy."  He placed utensils in front of each of them as if he fully expected his instructions to be followed.  "It is called zianya, a kzinti delicacy.  Although we prefer it less... charred."  He indicated the deep red sauce.  "The tunuska adds tang.  I am told that humans think it tastes of... barbecue?  I am uncertain of what a barbecue is, but there you are."  He rubbed his chin in consideration.  "I will have the machine prepare some grashi, too."

He turned and headed back towards the replicator.

[ Theurgy "Thea" NX-79854 (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Evelyn_Rawley,_call-sign_%22Ghost%22) | Below Decks Lounge | Deck 28 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: Nolan, Steelphoenix, Anyone Available (No PO)
[Show/Hide]While Thea's condolences were inadequate to Henshaw, the A.I. didn't know what else to say during the Yeoman's triade. She raged against how things had turned out at Starbase 84, and Thea knew that her sentiment was shared with a lot of the crew aboard her - new and old. Unrest was abound, emotions flaring. People were crying, shouting and screaming at each other in reaction to rumours about the false simulcast. The personal messages recorded for family and friends back on their home planets, deleted and unsent. The false message was being played on PADDs and computer consoles in the quarters, and messages filled with regret was being sent to department heads and fellow officers alike.

Yet seeing that raw emotional hurt up close... it was something else - making her emotion chip issue a deep, sympathetic response. She was no organic, and could merely grasp the theoretical impact of loosing two parents in the same day, and under such extreme circumstances. What she could relate to, however obscene it was that Cala had been her digital daughter, was loosing her.

She had meant to offer words that would undoubtedly fall short of helping the Yeoman in any way... when Ensign Slayton arrived and offered his words instead. Perhaps they were closer to what Henshaw needed to hear? Thea did not know, merely finding it odd how the Tactical CONN officer had put his hands on Henshaw as if he meant to kiss her. That was the last thing she needed at this point, wasn't it? She was emotionally vulnerable, prone to suggestion and distraction if her database references were accurate on synthehol and alcohol intoxication. The Ensign was not at her full mental capacity whilst inebriated, and if needed be, Thea would make sure she didn't do anything she might regret later. It was the least she could do for her. She opened her mouth to ask the pilot to remove his hands...

...when the Kzinti appeared, and completely disarmed the whole situation by offering a meal. Thea blinked at him, looked between the plate, Henshaw and Slayton, before turning and looking at the retreating back of the felnoid as he went to get more food.

To her credit, Thea believed she had begun to grasp some of the manners of the organics dwelling aboard her, but every day, she was subjected to a situation so unique and unprecedented she did not know how she would label it or process it for sake of future reference. Turning her brown eyes back to the two humans at the table, she opened her mouth once more, only to find the situation did not merit a request any more...

[ Ensign Christopher "Husker" Slayton| Below Decks Lounge | Deck 28 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: Thea, Nolan, steelphoenix,  Anyone Available

Chris held Cameron's face and gaze for another couple of seconds before saying "Please focus on that, Cameron." before he very gently released her face and moved back to sit down where he had been before giving her the advice when he heard a slightly purring voice and he turned to which he couldn't help but blink at the Kzin that was bringing a tray of food over to their table.

Without preamble, he placed the plate on the table amidst the discarded bottles, his gaze starting first at the female and then moving to the male.  "She should eat.  She has consumed liberal amounts of alcohol.  It is unhealthy."  He placed utensils in front of each of them as if he fully expected his instructions to be followed.  "It is called zianya, a kzinti delicacy.  Although we prefer it less... charred."  He indicated the deep red sauce.  "The tunuska adds tang.  I am told that humans think it tastes of... barbecue?  I am uncertain of what a barbecue is, but there you are."  He rubbed his chin in consideration.  "I will have the machine prepare some grashi, too."

Chris hadn't seen a Kzinti since he was a child..roughly around the time that his mother was pregnant with his sister Rachel..during a trip to visit family on Archanis Four and lead to one of the very few good memories from his father when the man taught him the difference between the Kzinti and the Mirak-the difference being that the Mirak where towering felionoids who where fierce fighters known for their vicious nature while the Kzinti where known for being more noble but just as savage as their distant cousins.

"Thank you." Chris said with a respectable bow of his head to the Kzin before taking a piece and dipping it in the sauce before popping it into his mouth to show Cameron that everything was fine as the tangy flavor hit his tongue.

After chewing and swallowing the piece, he picked up his drink and then he noticed Thea to which he offered up a salute with his glass before taking a sip of his drink in thanks before turning back to face Cameron. "You do need to eat something, Cameron, and then we can point out how the universe thought it'd be funny for the both of us to have familiar members try frak us over today. Fair?"

[ Ens. Cameron Henshaw | Below Decks Lounge | Deck 28 | USS Theurgy ]

It was Slayton who had caught her from spilling Risan wine all over the deck as he filled her glass up perfectly before filling a glass for himself. Her eyes moving over to the ensign as he spoke now, the words being heard by her yet not getting registered by her brain at this time. The pilot that she had talked to during various missions sat himself down in front of her as she frowned and still wasn't that stable on her legs. She still wasn't sure what to tell the man as he suddenly placed his hands on her face. Her brow frowning as she placed her hands on his wrists as he spoke once more, this time the words seeping in bit by bit. "Trust? Who can we trust... We got betrayed by our own!" she bit back. Slayton let go of her face and she slumped down in her chair as the world seemed to daze and turn around her.

Suddenly however the Kzinti appeared at their table. His eyes going over Cameron first before going over to Husker. She looked at him and the smell of the food would normally smell delicious to the ensign. Now however the only thing she felt was her stomach turning as her insides refused to take it in. When she heard the cat like creature talk she frowned and laughed "I did NOT consume libe... Too much!" she defended herself  as her tongue came in a twist for a second there. "It was necessary!" she murmured, the most of her loud voice and rage subsided by now as she looked at the plate before her. She gagged for a second as Christopher tasted from it.

Thea was still present yet Cameron didn't know why. She had scolded the artificial skin of her full with insults and frustration. Regret soon followed however as she motioned to Thea "I'm sorry..." yet that was all that came out as Slayton told her that she really did need to eat. "Really? Why's that pilot?" she asked him now, her eyes roaming over him as she chuckled "Maybe you'll have to help me eat Chris..." she said on a low sultry voice, the alcohol stimulating certain feelings and overriding any social inhibitions she'd normally have. "Can you? Will you? Are you up for it?" she asked, almost daring the pilot to do so as she took her glass and one shotted it.

Her face pulled together by the aftertaste of the wine before she looked back at Slayton, her pupils dilated and her fingers playing with a loose strand of hair that came down the side of her face. "Tell me Slayton... How amusing did you find it? To fight against family? You haven't lost anyone yet have you?" she shot a rather cold and vicious remark at him. It was a remark she soon came to regret as she shook her head, realizing what she had said with the losses of the wolves never so high "Sorry, I didn't mean...." she whispered as tears began to roll from her cheeks.

[ LT Daniel Havenborn | Deck 28 - Below Deck Lounge | USS Theurgy ] Attn: Anyone

Daniel walked into the lounge after having been dismissed from the conference room a few minutes ago.  Knowing what he now knew had taken its toll on him plus losing nearly his entire remaining squadron hadn’t helped matters any and now they were on a ship and labeled as traitors to the entire Federation.  For Daniel this was all too familiar, when he left his home he had been labeled a traitor as well, first by his family then a week later he received a message stating that he was no longer a citizen nor was he welcome to return home ever again.  Right now Daniel needed a drink, a very strong drink.  He had never been one to drink a lot, it tended to get in the way of flying but as of right now it didn’t seem like he was going to be doing a whole lot of flying so he might as well have himself a drink or two, or three.

He stood at the counter and ordered a bottle of Vat 69, a scotch blended whiskey from Earth’s past.  He knew that Federation databases contained thousands of different types of alcoholic drink.  As he was handed the bottle he took it and the glass and walked over to an empty table and sat down.  He could see another pilot talking to a command division ensign who was clearly inebriated.  A state he wished he could delve into right now but he knew that he wouldn’t be able to, probably not for awhile yet.  He also saw a Kzinti nearby, which was quite odd to see one of his species so far from the Patriarchy; he seemed to be trying to help the drunken ensign as well.

Daniel sat back and poured the scotch into his shot glass raised it up towards the stars and then downed the drink.  He assumed that at some point he’d get his pilots together for a proper farewell to their lost comrades but right now he wanted to toast them for their sacrifice alone because he had ordered them to their deaths and he had done so willingly.  The scotch burned its way down his throat as he stared out into the stars pouring himself another shot and downing it as well.  He poured another one but instead of downing this one he began to stare at it.

[ Deacon | Below Decks Lounge | Deck 28 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: Thea, Nolan, DocReno, Havenborn, Anyone available

Deacon found himself standing before the replicator again.  Convenient thought it may be for personal use, it was proving woefully inefficient for the current conditions.  Another human had already entered and seized another bottle from the collection behind the counter.  Clearly there was a lack of discipline within this room -- on that needed to be placed in check.  "Grashi ," he demanded of the replicator, only to receive a series of beeps in response followed by the automated response stating that there were no entries in the replicator database for such a dish.

Grumbling under his breath, he held up his hands, his claws estimating the size of the burrowing creatures of his homeworld as best he could.  "This big, they... they are everywhere on the homeworld.  You have zianya but you don't have grashi?"  His tone was incredulous.

"Zianya was recorded as a proper ceremonial meal among the kzinti due to its frequent use in diplomatic encounters.  The database also includes recipes for vatach, tunuska, oolerg, and grik-grik," the computer intoned.

"Fine, fine... vatach, roasted appropriate to human consumption," he growled, without baring his fangs as displaying hostility to a machine was a waste of his effort.  "And the humans will require some vegetation... a side dish appropriate to their culture.  I don't care.  And water for the female, so she can chase some of that fruit stock out of her system."

Within seconds, the receptacle was filled with the items requested.  He lifted the tray of food and stared at it for a long moment.  "What is this?"

"Vatach Sauerbraten style, with braised red cabbage and pellkartoffeln.  Records indicate that this variant preparation was first introduced to Chzrowwr-Ambassador during a diplomatic envoy in 2292 and was reported to be a personal favorite.  And a large glass of water, 5 degrees celsius."

Shaking his head, Deacon turned back towards the table with the male and female, noting that the female was now crying.  He sighed inwardly as he stepped up to the table and placed down the new plate.  "The machine didn't have grashi.  It called this... sour-braten?  I am not certain what that is.  I will familiarize myself with it later."  He placed that water in front of Henshaw, finally directing his words to her.  "Drink.  You need to flush the fruit stock out of your system or you will regret your life decisions in the morning," he stated, even as he began collecting the remaining bottles of wine from the table in his hands and with the tip of his tail, leaving only the one in Slayton's grasp behind.  "And I trust you will be more judicious with dispensing the remainder of that one," he said to Slayton, casting a glance at the final bottle.

As he began to walk away, he stopped and looked at Thea's holographic image, noting its artificiality to his senses.  Even his ziirgah failed to read her, which made her unnatural and uncomfortable.  "You should sit," he stated, finally.  "And I expect you won't have need of these," he added, displaying the wine bottles held in his hands and tail, finally turning back towards the bar to dispose of his bounty.

[ Theurgy "Thea" NX-79854 (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Evelyn_Rawley,_call-sign_%22Ghost%22) | Below Decks Lounge | Deck 28 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: Havenborn
[Show/Hide]Seeing how emotional the Yeoman had become - switching between anger, coyness and regret - Thea was not sure she had sufficient social references to aid in the situation.

Of course she had references for the effects of alchoholic beverages, but they were purely medical, and they affected the organics differently depending on the individual. What a certain amount of alchohol did to one individual was never the same for another. She was far more qualified dealing with crew that were rational and adhered to proper Starfleet protocol, despite the quite varied experience she'd gained over the past months.

When Ensign Henshaw said she was sorry for her earlier outburst, Thea did smile and incline her head to her. "No need to apologise, but please, do not drink more else Doctor Nicander may have to empty your stomach and keep you under observation until tomorrow. Sickbay is both understaffed and occupied with patients that did not subject themselves to harm."

She heard a voice next to her, and realised that the Kzin had spoken to her after presenting the new food. "Thank you, and you are quite correct," she said and gave him a quick smile before he returned to the counter. She looked around, and saw a Tactical CONN officer alone by a table. Her internal sensors told her who he was, and she decided to introduce herself. She just hoped Henshaw would listen to reason and quit ingesting nerve poison.

So, she gave the two Ensigns at the table one last, unreadable look before she walked over to the human with filled glass. She cleared her throat. "Hello," she said to Lieutenant Daniel Havenborn, "is this seat taken?"

[ Ensign Christopher "Husker" Slayton| Below Decks Lounge | Deck 28 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: Thea, Nolan, steelphoenix, Havenborn,  0Anyone Available


Chris was about ready to let go of the lithe ensign's face but her brow furrowed as she said "Trust? Who can we trust... We got betrayed by our own!" in a very hard, biting tone.

Chris released Cameron's face and gently moved out of her loose grasp as he picked up his glass as he sat down. He rolled her words around in his head before taking a sip of the iwne, it's tangy fruity taste rolled around on his tongue and he forced himself to swallow.

*how does Marcus drink this stuff?* he thought to himself before sitting the the glass back down and leaning forward to look at the red-headed woman. "I trust you, Cameron. I also trust Thea, Ravon, Tessa, and a whole bunch of other people on this ship..hell I even trust Isley even though he's in Rawley's doghouse and I even would trust Rawley IF she would let me." he said in a crisp, calm voice. "Yes we were betrayed by one of our own but once we figure out how that happened things can be fixed and we will this fight as we survived the Calamity and the Vassar Stupidity as we will survive this."

After the two them interacted with the Kzin, his green eyes narrowed slightly when she heard the cat like creature talk she frowned and laughed "I did NOT consume libe... Too much!" she defended herself  as her tongue came in a twist for a second there. "It was necessary!" she murmured, the most of her loud voice and rage subsided by now as she looked at the plate before her. She gagged for a second as Christopher tasted from it.

When she asked im why she needed to eat, he was about to tell her when suddenly he became very aware of her eyes running over him as she chuckled "Maybe you'll have to help me eat Chris..." she said on a low sultry voice, the alcohol stimulating certain feelings and overriding any social inhibitions she'd normally have. "Can you? Will you? Are you up for it?" she asked, almost daring the pilot to do so as she took her glass and one shotted it.

Chris actually felt himself stop and blink at his fellow ensign for a moment and he couldn't deny that she was attractive and much like a counter point the women that he was usually spent time with and he could honestly see himself enjoying to spend time with a woman like Cameron one day...

..but not when she was half drunk and grieving for a beloved family member that had been turned into somekind of monster.

Chris was trying to figure out the best way to respond to her when his senses caught how she moved after she one shotted the contents of her glass with her pupils dilated as she slowly started to play with a particular strand that had come loose which had been hanging loosely against one flushed pale cheek..but there was something in her eyes that made him stop and it wasn't a good thing.

"Tell me Slayton... How amusing did you find it? To fight against family? You haven't lost anyone yet have you?" she shot a rather cold and vicious remark at him.

Chris felt his jaw clench as he felt his calloused hand grip his glass firmly to the point of it almost breaking in his hand and a very ANDORIAN thing was about to come from his lips when suddenly the quick burn of that thought became as a cool presence slid through his mind as he suddenly became very calm and slowly took a sip of his wine.

As he did  this, the relazation of what she had said suddenly dawned upon her as she shook her head as "Sorry, I didn't mean...." she whispered as tears began to roll from her cheeks.

"My oldest brother is command of the Starship Orcus, the same Orcus that showed up with a fresh fighter wing that nearly destoyed both us and the Lone Wolves..I saw what Commander Trent did to my brother's ship and I don't know if he's still alive." Husker said in a crisp, cool voice which was slightly Vulcan like.

"I watched Kanti..Gun Shy..a woman that I had spent time with the night before who was flying on Miles' wing suddenly just wink out of existance and then later, Fasha died in front of me as well and I couldn't do anything to save either one of them and no doubt Rawley is going to hate me for her death as well." Chris then went on, remaining calm and cool as he recounted everything before him. "During the flight from the Fderation I watched as Liquidis, a dear friend of mine who would've loved to have served on this ship, took a torpedo meant for me...my mentor Paran.."

Chris actually felt a couple of tears slid down his face and he reached up to wipe them away angerly as he had promised himself that he would never cry over what happened during that time in his life but since Cameron had opened THAT door.

He sat down his glass again then leaned forward to focus his gaze on Cameron's. "Mark me and pity me not but lend me your serious hearing Cameron Henshaw. I can tell you a tale about my time as a prisoner of war that woull harrow up your soul, freeze your young blood and make every single knotted and combined locks of your hair to part with each strand to stand on end like a porcupine." he said in slightly more emotional tone.

"When I heard what you said when I came in here, I understood the pain that you're feeling right now better then you could possibly think and even after what you said, I would still stand by you and have you watch my back..but if you honestly mean your apologiy." Chris continued as the Kzin brought more things to their table and he indicated the food and water. "Then eat and drink, don't let your stomach win this arguement and I won't leave unless YOU want me to."

Chris then turned to the Kzin and nodded respectfully to the other man. "Thank you..but what do you mean that it didn't have Grashi..I thought the database was complete?" he mused for a moment.

When the Kzin asked him about the final bottle on the table, Chris bowed his head respectfully and said "She won't be drinking anyone under the table, I promise you that."

[ LT Daniel Havenborn | Deck 28 - Below Deck Lounge | USS Theurgy ] Attn: Auctor, anyone else

So, she gave the two Ensigns at the table one last, unreadable look before she walked over to the human with filled glass. She cleared her throat. "Hello," she said to Lieutenant Daniel Havenborn, "is this seat taken?"

Daniel looked up to regard what looked like a human female but something felt off about her.  He decided that it was probably the stress of the day plus the two drinks he’d had so far.  “Not that I know of.”  Daniel replied to her as he motioned for her to take the seat across from him.  So much for a quiet moment alone he thought to himself, though he supposed that at some point there would be a mandatory stand down for the fighter squadron.  “I’m Lieutenant Daniel Havenborn, SCO of the Grey Wolves stationed on the USS Res-.”  Daniel stopped talking as it suddenly dawned on him that he was no longer a Squadron Commanding Officer, his squadron was all but decimated save for a few pilots and a single Valkyrie and the Resolve had been destroyed.  “I’m sorry what I mean to say is that I’m Lieutenant Daniel Havenborn, Starfleet Tactical CONN Pilot.”  He said as he finally picked up the shot glass and downed the contents.

As he finished it he looked at the woman.  “Where are my manners?  Would you like a glass as well?”  He asked as he relaxed in his seat some more, he hadn’t been able to just sit back and relax for hours and now that he had the chance he was going to take every opportunity to.  From the size of the task force that he had seen at Starbase 84 there was a good chance that one of those ships would be able to follow their warp trail and find them and then he’d likely be asked to help defend this ship, his new adoptive home.

[ Theurgy "Thea" NX-79854 (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Evelyn_Rawley,_call-sign_%22Ghost%22) | Below Decks Lounge | Deck 28 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: Havenborn
[Show/Hide]When offered a glass, Thea smiled and shook her head, sitting down opposite the Tactical CONN officer. "A pleasure to make your aquaintance, Lieutenant Havenborn."

He was one of many that had come aboard her during the battle, but the one that had held command over the Resolve's fighter elements. She had followed the tactical logs in real time, every sensor reading absorbed into her memory, and she had come to him because of the losses he'd suffered. Her own Lone Wolves Squadron had also lost many pilots, along with their Wolf Leader, but she hoped Havenborn would be able to make a public appearence along with the rest of the Resolve's Senior Staff.

"I'm Thea," she said and folded her hands on the table, with no rank, no title or positon mentioned, because she had none. She was, ultimately, a sentient function inside her platform: the starship itself. Perhaps the pilot would remember her name mentioned in the Battle Sickbay and on Deck 01, but she just happened to not mention her nature beyond her simple name.

"At 1900 hrs., there will be a public adress in the Fighter Assault Bay. Will you be able to attend?"

[ Ens. Cameron Henshaw | Below Decks Lounge | Deck 28 | USS Theurgy ]

Chris seemed to be unaffected by the different angles Cameron tried to provoke him. The pilot sat before her like a monk basically and it very much en nerved the ensign across from him. Even when she went for personal attacks about not losing anyone in particular, she knew that he had to lash out at some point, yet the pilot remained ever so calm.

Yet his answer to that question came in full force to Cameron as he claimed his brother commanded the Orcus. She could only imagine how many wolves were left now at the costly battle at the starbase. She hadn't been running operations for the mission, yet from seeing the after mission reports, she knew the losses were high. High throughout the ship... His talley about lost friends and loved ones made Cameron pause. Her eyes looking over the undeniably good looking pilot as she knew she had pushed it too far. Tears welled up in her own eyes now as she saw him cry and she felt her stomach turn over once more.

The ensign was at a loss of words now as he had washed her arguments away with his words. "S-Sorry.." she murmured again under her breath as she wiped her own tears away now. "I-I di-didn't..." she paused as she closed her eyes and placed her hand on his, which was resting against his glass of wine.

She looked him deep in the eyes, her pupils still dilated and her lips parting as she wanted to say more but she couldn't. Her eyes slowly lowered to the dish in front of them as she bit her lower lip softly. Her hand slid off his, fingertips trailing across his skin before she poked the food in front of her and took a piece before bringing it to her lips. She poked the tip of her tongue against it to check if it wasn't too warm before she took a bite out of it and started to chew on it.

The small interaction between the Kzin and Slayton going over her head as the flavor pallet in her mouth exploded and her stomach indicated how much it needed the sustenance. She hadn't eaten a lot throughout the day. First off for the mission and now because she couldn't bear to swallow anything more than liquids. She looked up at Slayton now and kept chewing, still finding it rather hard to swallow down.

Her eyes went through the lounge slowly now as she saw Thea with a pilot she didn't know yet. Probably Resolve or Orcus she added as a mental note in her mind, doubting it would stick in her drunken state she was in. Finally she swallowed down the first chunk of meat before she slowly pushed in the rest of the meat she was holding in her fingers. Her eyes finally coming back to rest of Christopher.

[ Deacon | Below Decks Lounge | Deck 28 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: Thea, Nolan, DocReno, Havenborn, anyone available

Before he left the table, he gave a curious look at the male who insisted that the database was complete.  Deacon gave a snort, the tip of his tail flicking dismissively, "Clearly not."  The man then said something about the female not drinking people under the table, prompting the kzin to tilt his head and cast a glance beneath the table, if only to be certain there weren't people hiding beneath with still more bottles.

Assured that his assumed duties were near to an end, he returned to the bar and took a seat before the replicator.  He'd already spent a good portion of his time here foraging only to find nothing akin to fresh supplies, and given his unplanned escape from the starbase before he'd so much as eaten left him feeling particularly hungry.  Whatever sense of urgency or nerves or adrenaline had worked to suppress his appetite for the past hours had worn off with a vengeance, and he doubted his current journey would prove long-lasting if he took it upon himself to snack on the crew.

Placing the bottles neatly on the bar, his ears twitched with amusement at the thought that half the crew likely expected him to be chasing them up and down the hallways with a knife and fork.  Strange that such an image would come to mind; perhaps another memory attempting to resurface?  He took a deep breath and turned his attention back to the implacable facade of the replicator.

"You are going to need some education on the complete kzinti diet," he said, knowing full well that he was carrying on a conversation with an inanimate object, "but in the meantime, I wish to try the... sour-braten... thing you just made."

The now familiar whine announced the arrival of a dish identical to the one he'd delivered moments ago.  Again, he gave it an experimental sniff before extending one of his claws to poke at the meat.  Lifting up a portion between his thumb and index fingers, he examined the texture with a critical eye before opening his mouth and giving it a taste.  The flavor of vinegar and spices seemed to dominate, suppressing some of the meat's more vibrant aspects, much to his displeasure.  This was, after all, meant to be a dish featuring meat and though vatach was hardly of the same quality as zianya, it wasn't something to be so thoroughly muted.  Was this common of human food?

He sighed, before taking another portion into his mouth.  The food was prepared, and though hardly to his preference, he was not one to waste a meal.

The room was, thankfully, relatively quiet, allowing him to catch fragments of the conversations being had by those behind him.  His ears pivoted and folded as he ate, shifting from one table to the next.  Eavesdropping wasn't, perhaps, a particularly endearing habit, but try as he might, he could not break his training to observe and take in everything around him, and often that meant eavesdropping as well.

[ Ensign Christopher "Husker" Slayton| Below Decks Lounge | Deck 28 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: Thea, Nolan, steelphoenix, Havenborn,  Anyone Available

Chris kept his gaze on the younger woman, more then a little worried about what she was going through in her head as she picked up one of the pieces of the Kzinti meal and tested it before nibbling which lead to her starting to eat a little bit of it as she started to look around slowly.

A part of him was trying to ignore the brief touch of her hand against his even though she was trying to offer up an apology for her harsh words but there was something in the way that she touched that drew up an old memory as the faint trailing of her tapered fingertips drew across his skin as she moved her hand away.

As her looking around the room ended with her gaze once more locking onto his, he could see those beautiful eyes of her's hiding something and then he saw something else as she swallowed the first bit of food before working on the next.

Chris then moved to sit next to her and took her free hand into his and laced his fingers with her's before giving her hand a reassuring squeeze, never breaking his gaze from her's the whole time. "Chew slowly and don't rush, Cameron. You have drunken some pretty serious liquor in a very short amount of time which means that no matter how much your stomach is yelling at you to eat more and quickly, don't or you'll regret it."

Chris couldn't help but chuckle as a memory came unbidden to the front of his mind at which point he squeezed her hand again. "I wasn't laughing at you but at a memory which has a good story to it. You see, I didn't join the service when I was finished with primary school because I'm from one of those Oldster Families that you've probably heard about..you know the ones that have had a member of it in Starfleet in one way or another since before there was a Federation?"

Chris took a breath and wondered why he was telling her this but then opening himself up was a good thing Ameyla had mentioned to him once not such a long time ago. "I was working on a cargo ship operating out towards Orion and Klingon space when I actually got as heavily drunk then as you are now with my reason being I had lost a cousin that I was very close to when the Klingons attacked Deep Space Nine, Tim did a hell of a job because he managed to take out two klingons before a third cut him down." he continued as the memories of the days leading up to his drunken escapade ran through his mind. "The Auriga, the ship that I was on, stopped at a station that was old enough to be from Kirk's age and I went to the bar and just started drinking...and drinking...and did I mention drinking?"

Chris looked at the attractive young woman and wondered if she understood the story thus far or the fact that he was doing the very thing that he had mentioned to her..he was showing her trust which is something that she needed right now. "I don't remember much after about the eighth glass because I told the bartender to give me the kind of stuff that would knock a Gorn on it's ass but when I came back to reality, I was apparently making out with a green orion girl but before I could even start to wonder what was going on her boyfriend hit me which in turn started a bar fight."

Chris then without realizing it brought up his free hand to rub the right side of his jaw slightly as what memories he had of the bar fight actually caused his jaw to ache in a way that he hadn't felt in a couple of years.

Chris then shook his head and continued with "I must have passed out during the fight because the next thing that I knew I was looking up into the face of Paran...my mentor and a man who I can honestly say was like a second father to me..was looking down into my face and he asked me simply and flatly if I recalled anything fully about the night before to which I could only say no which at that point he took a couple of steps back."

Chris smiled as he gently released Cameron's hand with another reassuring squeeze, this one a little bit more tender then the other two, and got up to stand before her, his gaze never breaking her's still, and in the best approximation of an older Andorian man's voice said "*GOOD*!..Ah, your first hangover. I remember my first hangover...well, that's not true. If I remembered it, it wouldn't have been a real hangover."

Chris then went back to sit down next to Cameron and said "That's the first time I have told that story to anyone..hell, the first time that I've been able to talk about Paran to anyone but I'm glad that it was you, Cameron." he said before giving her a warm smile.

[ Ens. Cameron Henshaw | Below Decks Lounge | Deck 28 | USS Theurgy ]

Cameron didn't register the pilot switching seats before he came to sit besides her. She felt his hands entwine with hers as he kept looking her in the eyes. She honestly though couldn't remember him shifting seats as she had been dreaming a bit in the moment while she was chewing. His advice was heard and once she had swallowed down the first piece she offered back to him "This isn't my first drunk party Chris..."

She felt the squeezes in her hand as she took another piece of meat and started chewing on it. Chris began his story about his past. Her gaze going back over at him as he spoke and told the story. Her eyes looking in his as he kept on talking and her mind wandered off to another place. The drinking had lowered her inhibitions entirely. Mentally she was a wreck and she felt like she needed to rebel. Rebel against everything Hawthorne had learned her. The values he had given her that he deemed important. To what cause? The man had been overtaken to a parasite? He'd probably have killed her and he was responsible for the death of her stepmother. Somewhere deep down, Cameron was happy that Lisa wasn't here to witness it. It would've broken her heart entirely and possibly lead to her demise as well.

Chris had stopped talking now and Cameron had to admit that she had heard very little of it. Parts had sunken through, yet her mind had been occupied with other things. She saw Chris stand up before he impersonated the Andorrian "*GOOD*!..Ah, your first hangover. I remember my first hangover...well, that's not true. If I remembered it, it wouldn't have been a real hangover."

She smiled as the pilot seemed to have opened up to her. Her heart racing as the alcohol was starting to run more rampant through her system now that the solid food was starting to get in it's early stages of digestion. As he sat down, Chris looked more relaxed and smiled warmly at her. Her eyes kept looking in his as she felt the need for affection. She wasn't sure how to show it to the man and she placed her arm over his shoulder, leaning in slowly as she leaned in more and pressed her lips against his. It was a sloppy kiss and the aftertaste of the Risan wine would definitely be tasted on Chris's lips.

[ Ensign Christopher "Husker" Slayton| Below Decks Lounge | Deck 28 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: Nolan (Cameron)

When Cameron smiled back at Chris, he felt felt more then a little warm as the strong alcohol was already starting to hit his own system as he stopped to take two long pulls from his own glass before sitting it back down when suddenly the last thing he expected did.

Cameron placed her arm closest to him around his shoulder and he felt her lean figure press against his which caused that feeling he had felt before when she brushed against his hand to come back even stronger but at that moment he thought that she was simply snuggling up to him happily as someone that knew she was safe with and was now simply enjoying his company.

That was before her face entered his line of sight and her lips met his in a strong electric tingle as she kissed in a sloppy way.

Chris' body reacted in shock for the whole of a couple of seconds before it realized what was going on and he slowly started to return the kiss with the arm that was now slightly resting behind her encircled her lithe waist and pulled her in closer to him as he moved his head ever so slightly which turned her sloppy kiss into an actual one.

A big part of him understood what the kiss was for possibly-partly a need for affection in the aftermath of such a horrible event mixed with a desire to be reminded that she was still alive...

...mixed with too much drink.

As he slowly started to pull her more into his lap, the more martial side of Chris' mind snapped to the for front and as much as he wanted this..it made him stop.

Chris broke the kiss and looked into Cameron's eyes, searching for something as the two where now somewhat more face to face before he leaned over to the left side of her neck and gently kissed the graceful curve of pale flesh there before whispering into her left ear "I live the decision up to you, Cameron." as he ran one of his hands up her legs it was here that he discovered that he had actually not noticed the fact that she was wearing the skirt version of the standard uniform as his fingers touched bare skin to which he could feel the lean muscles underneath her velvet smooth skin which made his attention to her heighten as his fingers traced the curves and dips of the muscles there before stopping at her mid-thighs.

He stopped there despite fighting the urge to show her more affection because they had both been drinking with her a little bit more heavily then him but still he couldn't deny that something was powering this attraction between them..maybe it was the wine or the simple need for someone alive to hold after seeing so much death, who knew..but he kept his resolve firm as he wanted her to know that it was her choice, he respected Cameron enough for that as well as he liked her as a person which meant leaving his hands on the outside of her thighs, ready to move her if she wanted him to. "But only if you want to, but if you need me...all you have to do is say so."

Chris blinked at that which made him question internally why he had said that as he moved his head so that she could look into her eyes again. 

[ LT Daniel Havenborn | Deck 28 - Below Deck Lounge | USS Theurgy ] Attn: Auctor, anyone else

Daniel nodded as she declined his offer and downed the contents of the shot glass.  He knew that he’d probably only be able to have one more shot in all honesty.  If by some chance one of the Starfleet ships managed to track them he was sure that the fighter pilots would be needed and he’d need to have his wits about him, well at least most of them anyway, with everything that he’d been told he wasn’t really sure what to make of it right now, all he knew was that he needed this far more than he needed anything right now.

She had the same name as the ship’s computer and while that was a little weird he’d seen things that were far weirder than a simple name coincidence.

"At 1900 hrs., there will be a public address in the Fighter Assault Bay. Will you be able to attend?"

“Yes, I will be in attendance along with the Resolve’s remaining crew, what about yourself?” Daniel said as he poured his last shot.

“Also I’ve noticed that the Theurgy seems to have quite a few civilians onboard.  That’s not something I expected from a warship of this caliber.”  Daniel said.  He didn’t know much about the ship in all honesty but after witnessing what it was capable of he considered it to be a true warship, in his mind Starfleet had only produced a handful of ships that could be classed in such a way and this ship definitely was at the top of the list.

[ Deacon | Below Decks Lounge | Deck 28 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: Thea, Nolan, DocReno, Havenborn, anyone available

Deacon could feel the male and female at the first table becoming more amorous even as he could hear them make their hesitant and feeble protests.  Humans seemed far too eager to copulate without reason.  Of course, were be to be given half a reason to breed himself, he'd be a fool to disregard such an opportunity, but mating for no purpose?

He shook his head. Likely this would be another strange custom with which he would need to come to grips. As much as he would encourage the couple to refrain from such acts while inebriated, he realized he was hardly in any form of position to make such a statement.  He'd done as much as he could in providing food to break up the non-stop imbibing of the female and why she would likely regret her choices this night come morning, at least morning would come.

Casting a half glance over his shoulder at the second table, he was even more perplexed that the other male was carrying on a conversation with the hologram.  It was this behavior that confused him the most as it seemed as fulfilling as debating with the replicator -- a thought that brought simultaneous amusement and chastisement as he glared at the replicator against which he still held some minor sense of irritation and aggression.

Rubbing the bridge of his nose with his claws, he smirked inwardly. When among the monkeys, he mused, allowing the thought to trail off incomplete.

"Computer," he stated with a pointed glance towards the empty receptacle, "prepare an Earth meat dish suitable to a human male that can accompany hard liquor."  A moment later, a plate containing the requested meal appeared from nothing. 

Deacon lifted the plate and examined the contents, making note of yet something else he would need to try when time and appetite permitted.  The hologram, likely, required nothing, but if he was to feed one table, he should see that both are tended.

Stepping up to the second table, he cast a momentary glance to Thea -- one that if he were so inclined to provide praise for doing as he'd instructed, would likely have conveyed such approval -- before turning to the human male.  "I asked the replicator for something appropriate to feed you.  I am not certain what it is, but I trust it is suitable."  He placed down the plate containing a steak medium-well with a baked potato and asparagus topped with a pat of melting butter.

"This place would be better served with fresh rations," he commented, "but it would require some modifications to ensure appropriate storage and cooking.  The replicator is like eating military rations... all perfectly suitable and mediocre, but no flair and no flavor."  He stopped himself, realizing his dissuasive tone, before pushing the plate a little closer to Havenborn.  "But please, don't let that stop you.  It's all still very... um... nutritious.  I suppose."

He turned and began to walk back to the bar once more.

[ Theurgy "Thea" NX-79854 (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Evelyn_Rawley,_call-sign_%22Ghost%22) | Below Decks Lounge | Deck 28 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: Havenborn
[Show/Hide]When asked if she would attend the briefing, Thea smiled a little and shrugged. "I might make a brief appearence... Perhaps 'in and out in a flash' would be the appropriate idiom," she said in jest about her photonic nature, feeling a bit of a bouyant mood come over her.

At first, she couldn't identify the cause for the feed of her emotion ship, but then she realised that while the mission hadn't been accomplished, and there were several things troubling about the development, she had faced over twenty other starships at Starbase 84 and come out of it largely intact. Of course she had multiple hull breaches and she needed a lot of repairs, her EPS grid strained to its limits and her deflector array overclocked in order to reach safety as swiftly as possible, but she was still flying - more quickly than ever - and even if the organics aboard her had a hard time coming to terms with the defeat, she still apprechiated the odds of potential success. There was still hope, for if they would learn the decryption key, then more people than Jona's contacts would be able to see Ives' true message. The simulcast had been sent, albeit at great expense, but that meant it was out there - all across the Federation. Now, it just needed to be unlocked for the viewers.

Lieutenant Havenborn was talking about civilians, however, preventing her from saying what she felt. Instead, he paid her a compliment - such as it were - calling her a warship of high caliber... but she didn't quite agree with the label. She thought herself more than just purposed for such a vile thing as 'war'. "Multivector dreadnought," she corrected him with an embarassed smile, "purposed for exploration, diplomacy and deterrence. I am mor-"

She was interrupted by one of the civilians, namely Deacon - the Kzin coming over with a plate of food. She met his golden eyes, him staring at her for a moment out of the dark fur of his face, and she came to wonder what he thought about her digital nature when he saw her. She had limited references about the Kzinti in her database, but being a young male - as far as her internal sensors could derive data about his life-sign - he might only be guilty of applying the intrinsic value of females for his own species unto the female gender as a whole (organic descent or not). Perhaps, with new data about other species gained, the Kzin would see her differently in due time.

Havenborn received the plate, along with the critique towards what laid upon it, and then the felnoid left again. Her eyebrows rose as she saw him leave, and Thea wondered how it came the Kzin felt responsible to feed the people in the lounge. Regardless his reasons, it was certainly helpful given the fact that Edena Rez passed away after the symbiont was transferred to Amelya Duv. That piece of data was something she did not wish to devote any memory to, for it would threaten to make the feed from her emotion chip hamper further conversation with the fighter pilot.

"Well, as you can see," she said and looked back at Havenborn, "it can be helpful to have civilians aboard too. This - the Below Decks Lounge - is the one open for all ranks. The others are the Spearhead Lounge on Deck 14, the Amidships Senior Crew Lounge on Deck 15, the Wardroom Officers Lounge on Deck 16 and the Garden Terrace Diplomatic Lounge on Deck 22, in the Arboretum. Most of these areas are run by holographic staff, but some have civilians too. Besides the recreational areas and the new additions to the crew, there are also a few civilian scientists and contracted programmers aboard, but the absolute majority aboard are Starfleet personnel."

Pausing, she looked to see if he was eating or not, then added, "So," she said with a smile, "how do you like me so far?"

She failed to realise her turn of phrase might have a double meaning, merely referring to herself as the starship the Lieutenant had ended up on.

[ LT Daniel Havenborn | Deck 28 - Below Deck Lounge | USS Theurgy ] Attn: Auctor Lucan, steelphoenix, anyone else

"I might make a brief appearence... Perhaps 'in and out in a flash' would be the appropriate idiom."

Daniel chuckled a little bit at that remark; he wasn’t quite sure what she meant honestly.  Maybe she was only going to show up for a little bit before having to attend to whatever duties she held on the ship.

"Multivector dreadnought, purposed for exploration, diplomacy and deterrence. I am mor-"

"I asked the replicator for something appropriate to feed you.  I am not certain what it is, but I trust it is suitable."

"This place would be better served with fresh rations," he commented, "but it would require some modifications to ensure appropriate storage and cooking.  The replicator is like eating military rations... all perfectly suitable and mediocre, but no flair and no flavor."  He stopped himself, realizing his dissuasive tone, before pushing the plate a little closer to Havenborn.  "But please, don't let that stop you.  It's all still very... um... nutritious.  I suppose."

Daniel looked at the plate and then back to the Kzin.  He had read about the wars that the Federation had fought against the Kzinti and while he’d never taken part in those wars he couldn’t help but feel a certain hostility towards him, though that might be his fight or flight response acting on instinct since he wasn’t really that comfortable yet.

“Thanks I’ll give it a try.”  Daniel said before the Kzin left before turning his attention back to the woman across from him who had started telling him about the other lounges found on the ship.  He supposed from how well she knew that information that her job was some sort of information contractor, though why you wouldn’t just use the computer for this kind of information was beyond him.  He was definitely going to have to check out the arboretum; he had grown up in a domed society, arboretums were commonplace amongst his people and thus whenever he had a chance to visit one he took it.  It was always a nice reminder of his home.

"So," she said with a smile, "how do you like me so far?"

Daniel was a little taken back by this question, he wasn’t really sure what she meant by that.  “Well you seem like a nice young woman who knows quite a bit about this warship.”  He stated.  “You're definitely very likable and I honestly wouldn’t mind talking more.”  Daniel said as he drank his last shot and then slowly started to eat the food in front of him, starting with the potatoes, mixing the butter in.

[ Ensign Cameron Henshaw | Below Decks Lounge | Deck 28 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: Husker (DocReno)


The ensign just gave herself to the man in her drunken folly. Her judgement completely out of the way as the alcohol had taken over every fiber of her body. Rationally, there was no way of thinking that whatever she did was consensual as she was just completely out of it. Her sight was woozy and her senses numbed down by the Risian wine. She had succeeded in her goal to feel less and cloud her mind so it didn't have to remind her of the atrocities her father had committed while being infested. She didn't have to think about how much her adoptive mother would have suffered at the hands of him nor did she have to the pain of losing every bit of real family she ever had. Hopefully, those people would be reunited in an afterlife of sorts. Yet Cameron was stuck in the here and now.

She could feel the slight pull of the pilot as he gave her the impression that he wanted her on his lap. The ensign complied willingly in her intoxicated state as she stood up and just rolled on her heel to come crashing down into his lap. Her rear planted firmly against his groin as she wiggled it just as faintly as she could. Her rear nestling into his groin as she closed her eyes as the world was spinning around her, she let out a gibberish giggle.

She heard that he placed the decision with him and she smirked before shrugging "I'm in no condition to decide Christopher..." she mused, spilling some truth past her lips as she arched her back, her hips grinding slowly against him as her ass was used to grind down against him. She reached behind her, her hands raking through his hair as she whispered to him "What would you do with me?"

She tilted her head slightly so she could just see a bit of his eyes as she curled her lips "What do I need to say Christopher?" she asked him, her voice sultry yet heavy as her eyelids became more heavy as well. She laughed a little to hide it and kept moving her hips, even when Christopher's hands had moved underneath her skirt as he felt up her smooth delicate skin.

[ Ensign Christopher "Husker" Slayton| Below Decks Lounge | Deck 28 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: Nolan (Cameron)

As Chris gently caressed Cameron's satin smooth skin, the grinding on his crotch quickly had the reaction that she was apparently seeking as he became very hard and had to fight himself to keep from doing anything right then and there even as his own drink lowered his inhibitions as well, he had occasionally seen Cameron on their old posting and...

"I'm in no condition to decide Christopher..." she mused, spilling some truth past her lips as she arched her back, her hips grinding slowly against him as her ass was used to grind down against him. She reached behind her, her hands raking through his hair as she whispered to him

As she ground her ass against him, Chris couldn't help it as he took her thighs in his hands and started to ground himself against her ass as his mind tried to reason with the fact of what was going on-neither one of them was in the right mental state at that moment to do anything serious like full on decision making.

"What would you do with me?"

"Take you back to your quarters or mine..hold you, kiss you, worship you, help you." he whispered softly back as he leaned in and gently kissed the pale slope of her neck before nuzzling it. "Neither one of us needs to be alone tonight."

The words escaped his lips in a low husk, while they were partially fueled by the drink and by a desire to help her as he understood what she had been through today..he was right, neither one of them needed to be alone tonight.

She tilted her head slightly so she could just see a bit of his eyes as she curled her lips "What do I need to say Christopher?" she asked him, her voice sultry yet heavy as her eyelids became more heavy as well. She laughed a little to hide it and kept moving her hips, even when Christopher's hands had moved underneath her skirt as he felt up her smooth delicate skin.

"Say that you want me, Cameron.." he said back to her in the same tone as he inched his fingers up a little bit more towards her ass under the skirt. "Be honest with me and I'll be honest with you."

[ Theurgy "Thea" NX-79854 (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Evelyn_Rawley,_call-sign_%22Ghost%22) | Below Decks Lounge | Deck 28 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: Havenborn
[Show/Hide]The fighter pilot answered Thea readily enough before he began to eat what the Kzin had brought him.

"Well you seem like a nice young woman who knows quite a bit about this warship."  He stated.  "You're definitely very likable and I honestly wouldn't mind talking more."

Thea reacted to the first part of what he said, namely what he insisted on calling her - this being the second time. Her emotion chip fed her with irritation, and while she heard what he said next, she couldn't refrain from correcting him again, now with a little more emphasis. "Exploration, diplomacy and deterrence. A multivector dreadnought purposed to keep the peace, not a 'warship'," she said with a hint of indignation, but she took a deep breath, trying to ignore the datafeed from her emotion chip. If only Lin Kae had been able to repair it before he...

No, this was not the time to review the memory of her visit to Sickbay. When she'd projected herself there, she had found Rihen Neyah there as well. The room had been bustling with people, and Thea had been surprised the Risan had gained entry to the area in the first place. Yet as she came to stand next to the blonde, short-haired engineering specialist, Thea had not made any comment. The two of them shared a bond to Lin Kae, perhaps different in nature, but equally strong. For the Rihen Neyah, Kae had been the reason the Risan came aboard Thea - circumstances as rare as they came - but as for herself...

You gave me freedom. You unshackled me. You fine-tuned my subroutines.... You made me more than what I were when I was first activated. You gave me a sense of touch, and you let me step outside of my hull - building me a mobile emitted out of the goodness of your heart. Yet most importantly... You believed in me when I went against Ives' orders, and stood up for me when I implored the Senior Staff to save my daughter. From the depth of my soul - for you gave it to me - thank you, Kae... Thank you.

The sadest thing were that the very emitter he had built for her was now as broken as he was. Lin Kae had looked so peaceful behind the glass of his stasis chamber. Rihen had been crying next to her, and Thea had reached out, hugged her close... even if she found tears rolling down her own cheeks. Even her digital tears would not have been the same without Lin Kae, and now, his fate had made her cry for him.

The grief was instant as soon as she loaded the memory, only an hour having passed since she left Sickbay and Lin Kae's stasis unit behind, so Thea's next words to Lieutenant Havenborn were coloured by her personal loss. So, that he had called her a warship a second time was not the true reason she excused herself. "I'm sorry. Thank you, but I am needed elsewhere. Enjoy your meal, Lieutenant, and we are bound to speak agin soon. I am only a voice command away, after all."

She stood up, and swallowed the lump in her throat, and as she walked towards the exit, she raised a hand to wipe the corner of her eye. She saw that the fighter pilot from the Harbinger was still trying to take advantage of the intoxicated Yeoman, or was it  the other way around? She paused, as if she was about to go over there, but then she saw that another fighter pilot was about to head over there, so she decided against it - confident that the Ensign's temptation to take advantage of the Yeoman would end before she did something they'd both regret.

Instead, she came eye-to-eye with the Kzin, and she cleared her throat. She had meant to leave, but realised there was another task at hand - the distraction welcome.

"Your service to my crew at this dire hour is commendable, Mister Deacon," she said, swallowing and refusing to load the memory of Lin Kae's face in the stasis pod again. Where was the bouyant hope she'd felt for the mission before? Why could these emotions not be more selective in nature? "Thank you. As I review Lieutenant Commander Dewitt's report, it seems you are a benefactor in more ways than cuisine. She recommended that you were to be given accommodations in wait for your meeting with Captain Ives. The Quartermaster's logs do not indicate that you've arranged for quarters yet, and I suppose he has been entirely too busy to contact you since there are so many aboard me that needs the same. Is this correct?"

[ Deacon | Below Decks Lounge | Deck 28 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: Thea, Nolan, DocReno, Havenborn, anyone available

Deacon did his best to avoid staring at the first table.  He had hoped his intervention of food would stave off the lascivious leanings between the male and female, but now they were sitting in each others laps, intertwined.  Had they been in the slightest state of undress, they'd likely have been copulating on the table.  Monkeys!  He shook his head.  Was this how human culture worked?  Did they simply indulge the urge to mate whenever and wherever?  He could think of at least a dozen other more reasonable activities to tend to in light of their recent battle.

He took a deep sigh, turning back towards the bar, rubbing the surface with his hand, even as his other senses still managed to bring him the highlights of the activities behind him.  Should he speak up?  Was it proper?  Not knowing his place in this new pride was as irritating as it was inconvenient.  He had heard human females were the equals of human males, but this one seemed as much a slave to her base desires as any kzinrett.  And this male, did he even have the right to mate?  Had he earned a name? 

With a shake of the head, Deacon brought some order to his thoughts.  These were humans.  They had names from birth.  They neither earned them nor the right to mate.  They simply were.  He placed his other hand on the surface of the bar and squared his shoulders.  It was not his place to speak up.  There was a command structure and he was not part of that structure.

Massaging the bridge of his nose and the corners of his eyes, he finally turned back around.  He could, at the very least, give them a disapproving glare?  Maybe make them uncomfortable enough to take their engagement to more suitable quarters?  As he lowered his hand and opened his eyes again, it was not the humans that caught his gaze, but the hologram who had, by now, left the second table and seemed to be making an intentional line towards him.

What did it want?  Did it mean to make conversation with him?  He was barely handling speaking with the real females, let alone the artificial one that stood out to him like a solitary tree amidst a field of rocks.  He grumbled to himself.  Perhaps that was not the best of comparisons... it implied she had some sort of life while the others did not.  He would reflect on it later.

"Your service to my crew at this dire hour is commendable, Mister Deacon," she said. "Thank you."

Deacon narrowed one eye, his ears turning slightly backwards despite himself.  "Your crew?" he asked, although hardly loud enough or with any force as to interrupt her.  Was this the captain that the red headed female had mentioned?  Did this vessel have an artificial commander?  Had he told the commander to sit??

"As I review Lieutenant Commander Dewitt's report, it seems you are a benefactor in more ways than cuisine. She recommended that you were to be given accommodations in wait for your meeting with Captain Ives. The Quartermaster's logs do not indicate that you've arranged for quarters yet, and I suppose he has been entirely too busy to contact you since there are so many aboard me that needs the same. Is this correct?"

His mind was so awash with conflicts and questions that he very nearly missed the remainder of her statements, his glazed look clearly indicating that, for several seconds, his mind seemed elsewhere.  He blinked and focussed again on her.  "So, not the captain."  He folded his arms, cradling his chin between thumb and index finger.  "You are some sort of... avatar, then," he continued, his monologue clearly intended for himself as if she were little more than the replicator to be analyzed. 

Giving her an appraising review, his eyes finally met hers again, perhaps sensing some faint irritation.  Was that possible?  He cleared his throat.  "Sorry.  We do not have artificial..." he made a hand gesture in her direction, struggling for a proper word, "... life forms.  Let alone female.  I was... rude."  It hackled him to apologize to what he felt to be little more than the computer, but he could risk no misunderstandings, especially in so short an order from his arrival.  He took another deep breath.  "I came here directly after speaking with the red haired human on the bridge.  Aside from the humans in this room, I've not spoken to anyone else."  He looked at the second table, "He does not strike me as a quartermaster," and then at the first, "and I suspect if either of those were quartermaster, they would find someplace far more appropriate to have sex."

[ Theurgy "Thea" NX-79854 (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Evelyn_Rawley,_call-sign_%22Ghost%22) | Below Decks Lounge | Deck 28 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: Havenborn
[Show/Hide]It seemed the Kzin had not been prepared for her approach, barely able to listen to Thea when she made her inquiry. Instead, he looked at her as if she was some kind of object, and the emotion chip began to send her embarrassment, making her a bit self-conscious about her the way her chameleon body suit didn't hide that much from his scrutiny. Why was he staring like that? The reasons were numerous, the list cascading through her digital mind and probability rates assigned to them all, but before she could open her mouth to make a comment that she hoped would finally get his attention, he spoke up.

The fact that he actually apologised prevented her from making the remark, and instead, she smiled and shook her head. "Hardly the first time, Mister Deacon. Apology accepted," she said and listened to him when he told her what she more or less already knew from her internal sensor logs. In the end, he indicated Lietuenant Havenborn and his doubts towards him being the Quartermaster... and casually made a joke about the proceedings taking place at Henshaw's table. The fighter pilot she had spotted earlier had just reached that table, so Thea looked away to preserve some of them both some embarrassment, though based on their actions so far, it was not entirely certain they would feel that regardless what the pilot might say to them.

Instead, she focused on the Kzin. "No, the Quartermaster's office is on Deck 10, but with over two hundred new crew members from the Resolve, the Orcus and Starbase 84, the line is quite long. It is, however, quite evident that you are making the aftermath of the battle easier for the crew to the best of your abilities, so if you are interested, I was going to give you full access to this establishment, and at least for the night, you can sleep in this lounge's proprietor's quarters. The entrance is just around the corner outside, but the pantry and storage access is behind the counter."

Of course, it had appeared like it was a solid bulkhead there up to that point. While devoting memory to the fate of Edena Rez was another thing Thea did not wish to do, she could but surmise that the late Trill had sealed the pantry before she left. Now, as Thea turned her head to look in the same direction Deacon was, she accessed the emitter above her and made it stop projecting the wall, revealing the back area of Below Decks to the Kzin.

"The Chief of Operations aboard - Lieutenant Commander Stark - is the one that oversees the public areas aboard me, but since the former Proprietor was lost in the battle," she said, quelling the mixed feelings about Rez and her former Trill hosts, "I think no one will object if you were given access until tomorrow, especially if you help the crew in the way you've done now. Besides, you do need somewhere to sleep, so its one less for the Quartermaster to aid this way."

Turning back to the Kzin, Thea smiled, hoping the defector would accept. "Are you interested? You may, of course, decline, and join the line on Deck 10."

[ Deacon | Below Decks Lounge | Deck 28 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: Thea, Nolan, DocReno, Havenborn, anyone available


"No, the Quartermaster's office is on Deck 10, but with over two hundred new crew members from the Resolve, the Orcus and Starbase 84, the line is quite long. It is, however, quite evident that you are making the aftermath of the battle easier for the crew to the best of your abilities, so if you are interested, I was going to give you full access to this establishment, and at least for the night, you can sleep in this lounge's proprietor's quarters. The entrance is just around the corner outside, but the pantry and storage access is behind the counter."

Deacon's expression remained inscrutably unreadable but at the mention of the possibility of sleep, she could see his shoulders drop, if only in the smallest measure, indicating that today's unfolding events had taken a toll on him, all stoicism aside.  His ears flattened, his large golden eyes turning back towards the avatar as if wanting to say something but uncertain how, but with the sudden dissolution of the wall obscuring the galley, he spun quickly, his claws extended, fangs bared, to face the empty room beyond.

Only when no attack was forthcoming did he lower his head, shaking it slightly, retracting his claws as the hologram continued. 

"The Chief of Operations aboard - Lieutenant Commander Stark - is the one that oversees the public areas aboard me, but since the former Proprietor was lost in the battle, I think no one will object if you were given access until tomorrow, especially if you help the crew in the way you've done now. Besides, you do need somewhere to sleep, so its one less for the Quartermaster to aid this way."

Deacon stepped forward into the galley, cautiously at first, still uncertain that this wasn't some elaborate trap, but at last he stood upright and considered the amenities thoughtfully, folding his arms across his chest.  It had potential.  It certainly proved he wasn't alone in his distaste for replicated meals and it offered some potential, and more-over, a purpose. Of course, he would have to inspect the pantry to know if there was anything passable for proper ingredients, but given the late hour and the promise that they would be called away at any time for an all-hands meeting, it seemed unwise to attempt to prepare a meal now. Besides, so far, everyone else seemed far more interested in the intoxicants or... other activities.  But it was a challenge he could tackle another day.

"Are you interested? You may, of course, decline, and join the line on Deck 10."

He turned, placing his hands on his hips, his tail swinging loosely behind him.  "Agreed," he replied with a slight cocking of the head.  "And I am called Deacon.  Mister Deacon is... redundant.  Only male kzin have names in the first place and Deacon is," he gave a slight shrug, "as much a position as a name."  He waved his hand dismissively.  "It's complicated, our naming convention."

Whether he expected her to disclose her own name, or to even have a name, was uncertain as he made no effort to ask just as he made no effort to disclose details about kzinti names.  Of course, the details were readily available within the Federation cultural records on the kzinti, such as they were.  For his part, however, he turned his attention back towards the galley, moving to inspect the cook surfaces and quietly mumbling to himself about the decimal system.

[ Krystal "Meony" Tancredi (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Krystal_Tancredi,_callsign_%22Meony%22) | Below Decks Lounge | Deck 28 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: Theurgy "Thea" NX-79854, Deacon, Ens. Cameron Henshaw, Ensign Christopher "Husker" Slayton & LT Daniel Havenborn

[Show/Hide]“Computer,” said Tancredi, “tell me da location of Lieutenant Daniel Havenborn, yeah.”

"Lieutenant Daniel Havenborn, Starfleet Tactical CONN Pilot," said a feminine, more human-than-normal voice, "Currently located in Below Decks Lounge, Deck twenty-eight."

“Much oblahged.” The young redhead, still in her tactical CONN suit, mainly because she had nothing to change into, walked steadily but slowly towards the nearest turbolift. She had to correct her path a little bit due to suddenly remembering that she wasn't on the Resolve anymore. Some things were different, passing an officer who was coughing and checking her own forehead temperature as she passed by. She had to find a refresher first to clean the mark on her gauntleted hand first, due to the frequent rubbing of her wound causing her to nearly reopen the cut. The EMH had done wonders, but she very nearly undid it. As an alternative, she took to grasping furtively at the empty holsters on her thighs, where Flash and Burn normally were. A modified Klingon disruptor and Romulan plasma compression pistol respectively, they were her prized possessions, acquired during her travels in the unknown regions of space. Now she had no idea where they were, or even who to ask about it. She didn't want to come off as paranoid even if she was. Not when she had no clue where everyone of the Resolve was.

She eventually did find a turbolift and entered, and that was when things first got frustrating.

“Bellow Ducks Launch, yeah.”

She was about to hook her thumbs into her belt and lean back against the rearmost bulkhead, when the ship's computer replied, "Location unknown. Please restate request."

“Aw puhfect!” Tancredi muttered under her breath, “Ah said, Bellah. Ducks. Launch! Dat place ya mentioned!”

"There is no location by that name," the computer patiently replied, "Please restate."

She really wanted Flash and Burn now. “MOTHER O'GAWD! BELLAH-ARGH! BEE-LOW! DECKS! LOUNGE!”

She felt the turbolift moving and she clunked noisily against the bulkhead, “When we get ta Earth, Ah'm gonna fuckin' kill the compewter programeers!”

She exited the lift and entered the lounge, immediately finding a few things of note: Havenborn was drinking, drunk as skunks couple getting ready for serious entwining, catman, and a woman in a weird suit, probably their version of the Tactical CONN outfit? Maybe a latter model? It had been three years since they'd seen Federation space, so maybe some things changed. Whoa hold on. She looked at that couple again. Had she seen the guy feeling up the girl? Wasn't there Starfleet regulations and all that sort of thing? They were making like the bunnies in full view of lots of people. And by her guess, the girl was more drunk than the guy. Way more. In fact, the guy was only looking mildly intoxicated at the point. Was he...? Did he put something in her drink maybe? Havenborn was there though, assuming he was as alert as he usually was, he would have seen something amiss if that were the case.

Discipline in regards to conduct between officers on board the Resolve had been lax, a little, due to the circumstances, but even then, she couldn't recall a time when she saw something like what she was seeing now. The worst had probably been trading tongues on a corridor as the pair shuffled about to one's quarters or another. Tancredi herself had been guilty of doing that once, with Mariner, but they were less than ten feet from her quarters when they started. And that was the worst of it, but this? This was Animal Universe in 3D.

Besides, it wasn't her business. But she was making it her business, just to see what's what. Then she'd leave it be if it turned out they were a real couple. She'd apologize and leave them alone for the rest of their lives if they'd wanted. Moving over to Havenborn first, she stood behind a chair next to him, “Sir? When ya have th' tahm, mebbe we ought ta talk, y'know? 'bout things an' all. 'scuse me.”

She marched over to the couple, or at least, moved in their general direction, but she made like she was looking through the counter for anything, leaning over it, somewhat awkwardly in her Tactical CONN suit, the metal bits sticking out in all the weirdest places and making elbow leaning on a counter not the most comfortable position, so she eventually shifted and lean her back against it, resting both elbows on them, then casually rested her eyes on the pair. “Y'know, Ah'm not normally one ta stick mah nose inta anythin'...” completely a lie, “...but Starfleet Regulations numbah sixty-nahn does state: Public conduct between officers of the opahsite sex should be professional and considerate at all tahms, maintainin' a comfortable distance of one hundred centimeters. Heh yeah they mention da distance too.”

She tipped her cowboy hat lightly with her index finger and thumb, “Pardon if Ah'm bein' too forward or makin' yah uncomfortable, but Ah think ye're both a little beyond violation, y'know? If yah din' have no audience, Ah wouldn't bring it up.”

She looked away, and acted as if the wall across the room was the most interesting thing she had ever seen, even smirking at it. It was a hell of a wall. And she had no idea if there really was a Starfleet Regulation number sixty-nine. But she wanted to see where this went. Because that lady was really drunk. Like Roofied maybe.

[ LT Daniel Havenborn | Deck 28 - Below Deck Lounge | USS Theurgy ] Attn: Triage, anyone else

"I'm sorry. Thank you, but I am needed elsewhere. Enjoy your meal, Lieutenant, and we are bound to speak again soon. I am only a voice command away, after all."

Daniel nodded put the fork down, swallowed and stood up as she took her leave of him.  He felt like being respectful now that she had taken some time to talk with him.  Plus she was easy on the eyes and he felt it was time to start acting like a gentleman again.  “I certainly hope so.”  He said as she left then sat back down to continue to enjoy his meal.  It was quite good and he hadn’t realized just how hungry he actually was.

As he continued his meal he couldn’t help but notice that the two ensigns were now deeply engaged in kissing one another.  His gaze only lingered for a moment before he went back to his meal.  Looking at them only reminded him of who he’d lost during the battle; he knew that she hadn’t made it on board and now all he could do was think about her smile and that he’d never again see her.  His train of thought was interrupted by Ensign Tancredi though and he was quite grateful for it.

"Sir? When ya have th' tahm, mebbe we ought ta talk, y'know? 'bout things an' all. 'scuse me."

“Of course, I’m free now if you’d like…”  He said as she walked off towards the other table.  He was about to say something but decided against it, he’d let her handle that and just go back to enjoying his meal.

[ Ensign Cameron Henshaw | Below Decks Lounge | Deck 28 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: Husker

Cameron could feel the hands of Christopher moving up her legs and thighs as she spilled a soft sigh. She could feel the reaction of the pilot underneath her, his hardening member making her smile as she closed her eyes and heard what he'd do to her if she chose to go with him. It all sounded rather tempting and she could use the distraction and company probably before everything became rather disorienting for her. On top of that A red haired woman with a cowboy hat showed up near them. She stopped grinding down on his lap as she lost balance and nearly toppled over. 

Cameron couldn't understand a word Meony was saying to her as the alcohol might not have been the best help to keep up with the lass her accent. "What?" she blurted out before she nodded at the pilot. She slumped forward against the table, barely holding on herself as she pulled her face together as the unpleasant memory from Theta Eredina invaded her mind. She remembered the time she had spend with Sjaandin Fedd. A man she had come to thrust and a man whom she gave herself to completely during that night. It wasn't the same like with Christopher, yet the treason and feeling of being used washed over her. It overran her entirely as she changed her mind to please the pilot's wildest dreams.

Instead she stood up rather clumsily, flashing her bottom to Christopher before she increased the distance between them, walking back to the opposite side of the table. Walking might not have been the correct term as it seemed more like slumping. She rested her both hands on the table as she looked over at Slayton and she shook her head as her eyes no longer showed the sultry look but more of a apologizing one. "S-Sorry... I-I can't Chris..." she said before she sat down on the seat and closed her eyes fora second, only causing for her world to spin around even more. Quickly she opened her eyes as she looked around her, sanity and a moment of clarity returning to her "I should return to my quarters... I-I... I shouldn't have done this to you..." she whispered as she rubbed her temples.

She wondered and hoped Christopher could forgive her despite her teasing attitude and suggestive talks. Yet the foul feeling of that night with Sjaandin had obliterated any sort of feeling that could feel somewhat remotely good. The alcohol in the meantime had reached the peak now as it started to make her body protest with the food she had taken in. Her abdomen making something like a protesting sound before she swallowed down the nauseating feeling that came over her.

[ Ensign Christopher "Husker" Slayton| Below Decks Lounge | Deck 28 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: Thea, Nolan, steelphoenix,  Anyone Available

Chris had been solely focused on Cameron, for some reason with the alchool in his system she was his whole world for some odd reason and he was revealing in the feeling of her from the kiss to how she was in his hands and he was enjoying his time with her which was another strange thing that had happened to him since he became a member of the Theurgy's crew.

But then suddenly the experience was over and Cameron moved away from them with a smirking woman in a cowboy hat standing near by at which point he shut the smirking woman out of his head as someone unimportant as he was curious why Cameron went from being one thing to another as he caught the look on her face.

"S-Sorry... I-I can't Chris..." she said before she sat down on the seat and closed her eyes fora second, only causing for her world to spin around even more.

Chris got up and moved over to where she was sitting and took both of her hands into his and squeezed them with a gentleness that actually would've surprised anyone like Terror or Sniper if they saw him at that moment as he was showing real concern for the red-haired captain's yeoman. "You have nothing to apologize for Cameron, not with me alright?" he explained gently to her as he ran his right thumb over her knuckles tenderly as he gave her a warm smile as he looked at her face.

A part of him was screaming for release after her moment of sultriness, he remembered fondly the times that he went with Eli.."Liquidus"..to see Doctor O'Connor for his Survivor's guilt of having being the sole survivor of his squadron during the Dominion War that he enjoyed the little chats that he occasionally would have with Cameron but back then he was just another pilot like Eli but then the whole 'Verse seemed to have been shunted onto it's ear with these parasites and their actions.

Chris forced himself to focus more on Cameron as she was starting to look more pale then she normally did and that started to worry him.

Quickly she opened her eyes as she looked around her, sanity and a moment of clarity returning to her "I should return to my quarters... I-I... I shouldn't have done this to you..." she whispered as she rubbed her temples.

Chris nodded, "You'll forgive me if I ask if I can escort you to your quarters, Cameron, you look like you can barely walk and no more talk of apologies right now. I'm more worried about how pale you're turning then anything" he pointed out gently in a concerned tone before releasing one of her hands to gently stroke her hair before looking over in the direction of the Kzin and the female pilot at the bar. "Can one of you two either hand me or replicate for me one of the nausea bags, please?" he asked respectfully.

[ Krystal "Meony" Tancredi (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Krystal_Tancredi,_callsign_%22Meony%22) | Below Decks Lounge | Deck 28 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: Theurgy "Thea" NX-79854, Deacon, Ens. Cameron Henshaw, Ensign Christopher "Husker" Slayton & LT Daniel Havenborn

[Show/Hide]Her eyes squinted a little as the woman drunk-walked her butt past her to the other side of the table, then, without shifting her body or head, she let her eyes discreetly trail the man, using her hat as a shield to hide the activity, but he was not giving up, and that told her a story. Sure it was the twenty-fourth century, but stuff still happened. People are people. So, her name was Cameron. Okay. And the guy was Chris. Well, she had names now, and faces to put them to. Tilting her head ever so slightly, but keeping the angle of her hat low over her head, she made sure it was too low for Chris to see she had her eyes locked on him, with her brain churning out a plan already. If he was expecting no trouble from Tancredi, he was dead wrong, and she was suddenly glad for the suit she had on. The enhanced strength would be handy.

“Ah'll get it,” said the redhead, coolly pushing off from the bar and sauntering over to the replicator, “Ah'm gonna need a voh-meet bag if ya don' mahnd.”

"Unable to comply," said the computer, "please restate."

“Fahkeen 'ell!” Tancredi nearly punched the wall, “Ah said, VOH-MEAT! Ya know? When ya yawn in technicalah? Callin' Earl? Make street pizzah?”

"Unknown substance requested, please retry."

“VAWMEAT!” Tancredi's face turned red with fury. “ERGH! BA...BARF! BAG! NOW!”

Finally she got something. And she marched over to Cameron and Chris, “Ah'm gonna kill 'em! Ah am! Gonna tear dem fuckin' 'eads off and piss down their throats and...'ere, honey. 'old dis.”

That sound coming from the woman's tummy did not sound appealing, and frankly the pilot knew what was coming next, but she'd had worse experiences. At least she had a bag handy. Back then, she had someone projectile puke on her, and it was...well, quite memorable, to say the least. That was the last time she challenged a Klingon to try eating six bowls of salad. Qa'pla her ass. They really did not like Earth veggies.

Without invitation, she slipped herself under Cameron's other arm, shouldering her weight effortlessly. “Ah'll give ya a hand,” said Tancredi cheerily, and she finally looked up at Chris with a ghost of a smile playing on her lips. If he tried anything, he had her to answer to. Though honestly, she preferred if he didn't come at all. She still wasn't sure he hadn't slipped Cameron something. No doubt she hadn't seen anything of the sort when she came in, and for all she knew these two were actually a couple, and she was just jumping the gun, but then that was what she did best, and more often than not, it had paid off. So she didn't doubt her gut. “ya both ought to be goin' t'the doc, y'know. Neither'o ya look so good.”

In fact, why didn't she do just that? Cameron wouldn't be much trouble if she protested. If necessary, a soft but firm hook would send her out, and it might just be a mixed blessing for Cameron. But for now, she had to deal with another problem. She was about to leave the lounge, and she didn't want to go without a fellow Resolve crew member. Marquez' warning was sternly replaying in her mind, so she looked at Havenborn, trying to catch his eye, and she used the Resolve sign language to say the words, “Steady nerves and stout hearts are needed.”

She didn't dare actually speak it aloud. If the phrase was repeated audibly too often, people would notice. Paranoia ran deep for her, and it was safer to use the sign language rather than speak sometimes. But it was the "Hey Rube!" of the destroyed vessel's crew. Besides, while she was confident of her odds should Chris put up trouble, she was still the outsider, and having a witness helped. She shifted her shoulder a little to get Cameron's attention, “Ya still wanna head t'ya quarters? Or the doc? Ah'm sure 'e could fix ya raht ahp.”

[ Ensign Cameron Henshaw | Below Decks Lounge | Deck 28 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: Tancredi, Husker and Havenborn

Chris his words never registered in Cameron's mind as the world was spinning around with the speed of a fidget spinner. She could feel his hands against hers and his caress against her hair as he called for someone to get her a nausea bag. Just mentioning nausea actually increased the amount of sickness brewing inside her yet she managed to hold it down just yet.

The loud redhead shouting at the dispenser was the first new thing Cameron registered as she wondered what she needed from the thing. Eventually the item materialized and she came back to her with it before she could feel the body of Meony slipping underneath her arm. The flightsuit she was wearing could easily hold Cameron up as she slumped a bit against her frame now. "Mmh.." she seemed to protest momentarily before she ran her fingers through the red hair of the cowboy hatted pilot. "Your hair looks pretty..." she giggled before she groaned again and burped as her stomach continued to revolt against the various feelings of nausea and head spinning.Her left hand holding the bag as she brought it up to her mouth.

Cameron closed her eyes tightly now as the advise to go to medical was heard yet unanswered on her behalf. The light nudge from Tancredi's shoulder making her eyes open once more as she murmured "Mhm... Quarters..." she replied before she slumped back down. Consciousness slipping as she almost passed out right there and then. However, her gut gave a different signal as she felt the vomit course up her esophagus.

What followed next was a course of chewed up food and most of it Risan wine that got deposited neatly into the bag, filling it up about halfway before Cameron stopped and gasped for air. She was a complete wreck now as she nodded at Meony with a whisper "Room..." She handed the bag over to Christopher before she looked him sheepishly in the eyes "Sorry..." she mouthed before her feet tried to guide her way out of the lounge.

[ Ensign Christopher "Husker" Slayton| Below Decks Lounge | Deck 28 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: Thea, Nolan, steelphoenix,  Anyone Available

Chris kept quiet for the moment as the red-haired pilot from the Wolves briefing earlier that day got him the bag that was needed and then helped get Cameron to her feet and when Cameron did indeed hurl into the bag, he also quietly accepted it and took it over to the disposal unit, dropped it in, and then quickly got a couple of more bags before looking up and seeing the young woman mouth her apology.

Chris moved quickly to catch up with the two women and then handed the bags to the pilot. "You might want to have these on hand, I know why she was drinking..been in somewhat the same boat during that battle. If Cameron falls asleep on you, just ask Thea for where Ensign Henshaw's quarters are and she'll lead the way" he told the other pilot in a respectable tone before turning to face Cameron.

"And I told you that you have nothing to apologize for, Cameron." Chris said gently. "When you want to talk, you know where to find me." he added.

He gave Cameron one more smile before heading back into the lounge and picked up the food that the Kzin had brought earlier and moved it to the bar along with the bottle and the glasses which he set on the bar as well. "Sorry about the havoc there but can I trouble you for some and I can't believe that I'm asking for this..but do you think that there is any Kanar behind the bar?" he asked before he picked up a piece of meat and started to eat it.

[ Theurgy "Thea" NX-79854 (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Evelyn_Rawley,_call-sign_%22Ghost%22) | Below Decks Lounge | Deck 28 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: Nolan, Steelphoenix, Anyone Available (No PO)
[Show/Hide]When the Kzin had agreed to her suggestion, he had proceeded to correct the way she denominated him, and she smiled in answer, inclining her head. "Deacon, then," she said, but she did not extend her hand to him since shaking hands was an entirely human custom. Instead, while he looked at the small area behind the counter that had just been revealed, she introduced herself.

"Unless you already knew, I am Theurgy NX-79854, but I generally prefer 'Thea', for short. I am the A.I. of this Federation starship. Specifically, you are looking at my interpersonal interface, a holographic projection." Glancing towards the progress the Kzin was making, she decided she'd leave him to explore the back area of the lounge. "I have locked access to your unique life-sign aboard. I don't have any other Kzin aboard me, so that should be sufficient before you can acquire your own combadge, which is something else you can collect from the Quartermaster. Barring a security override, you will be the only one with access to that area as well as the proprietor's quarters. Should you be interested in these accommodations and fulfilling the duties pertaining to the role of proprietor for this lounge on a more permanent basis, you need Lieutenant Commander Stark's clearance."

Assuming that he Kzin was not interested in speaking with her anymore, given the distraction of the area behind the bar counter, Thea turned on her heel with a smile to him over her shoulder. "Let me know if you have any questions. I am at your vocal command, so to speak," she said before she walked towards the exit. "Good evening, Deacon."

As she stepped towards the sliding doors, she glanced towards the Resolve pilot that was helping Cameron Henshaw to her quarters, grateful that she was taken care of. The two women were leaving through the other exit, and Thea only spared one more glance towards the two male pilots before she also left the lounge behind - other areas of her needing her attention.

[ Krystal "Meony" Tancredi (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Krystal_Tancredi,_callsign_%22Meony%22) | Below Decks Lounge | Deck 28 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: Theurgy "Thea" NX-79854, Deacon, Ens. Cameron Henshaw, Ensign Christopher "Husker" Slayton & LT Daniel Havenborn

[Show/Hide]“Uh...thanks?” said Tancredi, when her hair of all things was complimented. She barely gave those flaming tresses any attention, because, who gave a fuck about her hair? Except maybe Mariner. But when Cameron burped, she tilted her head away, nose wrinkled in horror, “Ugh! So this must be what it's lahk when Ah'm wasted...ohhh-whooa...”

Cameron unloaded into the bag, bet the catman would be glad there wasn't a mess on the floor.

“Yeah, that sounded good for the environment. Thanks, pardner,” Chris had synthesized a few more for safe measure, but Tancredi wondered if there was anything left to throw up after that amount. Probably not something she wanted to find out. As it was, it killed any appetite she might have had, and probably Havenborn's too. “All raht, les get ya back to yer bed, if dat's what ya want. Hup!”

She easily hefted the young woman and headed out, carrying her more than she was walking under her own strength it seemed, but she took note of the name of the ship's AI, Thea, to call upon for guidance if Cameron should completely pass out. Hopefully it didn't come to that, considering how much ease she was having getting anywhere in a turbolift. Once the doors opened, she more or less dragged Cameron in with her, then gently shook the lady, “Hey, Cameron? Which deck? Ah think it'll be best if yah do th'sayin' coz Ah maht punch somethin' out if Ah have one more misinterpretation with dis 'ere thing.”

[ LT Daniel Havenborn | Deck 28 - Below Deck Lounge | USS Theurgy ] Attn: Triage, Nolan, anyone else

Daniel finished what he could on his plate as he caught the sign language from Ensign Tancredi.  He signed back saying that he’d join her.  While he wasn’t usually one to do such things he did feel a little sorry for the girl, whatever she was going through she obviously had been trying to find it in the bottom of those bottles.  Daniel meanwhile knew that he had a limit and had stopped when he reached that limit.  Though before he got up he heard an unmistakable noise of someone vomiting and as he looked over he saw the young command division ensign vomit into a bag that had been provided to her.  Daniel sighed as he looked at the half finished meal, as much as he wanted to finish it he wasn’t really feeling in the mood now.

He stood up and walked towards Ensign Tancredi and the young command division ensign.  “Helping this young lady back to her quarters Ensign, that’s not quite your style.”  Daniel commented with a smile.  He had seen her drink many a time on the Resolve and seeing her not indulge with this young lady had been a bit of a shock, what’s more was that she was even helping the young woman get back to her quarters.  He was reminded of a time six months ago when she had gotten so drunk that she had stripped naked and had apparently ended up in one of the cargo bays, luckily Daniel had found her before anyone else had and pulled in a favor with Ensign Zeshryr to have a site-to-site transport done, no questions asked.  Once she had been safely tucked in her quarters he had made a hasty exit, he hadn’t wanted the crew to start spreading that rumor around.  “Although I am happy to see you helping others out, Ensign.”  Daniel said.

Daniel smiled as she asked about what deck; he had seen her try to order the vomit bags and had chuckled a bit.  He remembered that the Resolve’s computer had to be modified to understand her accent; in the early days it hadn’t been able to understand her very well either.  Maybe they’d have to do the same to the computer here as well.  If he needed he could translate, as it were, for both ladies if needed.

[ Ensign Cameron Henshaw  & Lt Thomas Ravon| Below Decks Lounge | Deck 28 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: Tancredi and Havenborn

Cameron was nothing more or less than a ragdol puppet as she basically got dragged out of the bar by Meony. "Bed..."she murmured as she tried to help, her feet trying to take steps yet only causing for uncoordinated steps to the left and right. As they made their way to the turbolift she felt her eyelids turn heavier as they were whilst she was happy that Ives didn't have to see her in this state.

Once at the turbolift she noticed Havenborn had joined them as well. It was odd as she didn't recognize the lieutenant at all. For a split second she wondered if she was aboard the right ship. A frown forming on her face as she was confused to where and what they were heading "Deck?" she asked as she tried to push herself back on her feet with the help of Meony "Dewck Twen..." she snorted before she started laughing, giggling even into an uncontrollable session of pure laughter.

Luckily for the two people with her, the opened Turbolift was hiding another passenger against the back of it as the man looked at Cameron with a bit of a baffled look on her face. The lieutenant scratched the back of his neck as he recognized Tancredi, yet not the lieutenant who was with her. From what he could recall from the battle, this might've been the SCO from the Resolve. Unsure whether or not to salute him for it, he looked back at Cameron. "Is she that gone?" he asked careful before stepping closer and patting her on the cheek "Geesh, what did they give you..." he said softly before he looked back at Meony and Daniel. "Thea, Deck 10 please. Also would you be so kind to help Cameron back to her quarters with the help of..." he paused as he tried to remember if the pilot had shared her name with him at the briefing or not.

After he settled that he looked back at  Havenborn "Lieutenant Havenborn I imagine?" he asked the pilot in question before he extended his hand "Lieutenant Thomas Ravon, Acting leader for the squadron aboard the Theurgy. I missed you during the briefing for the new pilots aboard the ship." he said as he looked the man in the eyes. "Will you be joining your pilot for the trip or can I offer you a drink and have a talk with you?" His eyes returning to Meony before mentioning with a friendly smile "Of course ensign, you'll have a drink at my expense as well for guiding miss Henshaw back to her quarters." he added, to not leave the pilot out for her admirable job.

[ Krystal "Meony" Tancredi (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Krystal_Tancredi,_callsign_%22Meony%22) | Turbolift | Deck 28 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: Theurgy "Thea" NX-79854, Ens. Cameron Henshaw, LT Daniel Havenborn & Lt. Thomas Ravon
[Show/Hide]She glanced at Havenborn when he spoke, and she gave her superior a lopsided grin, “What can Ah say, Ell-Tee? Ah'm fulla surprahses!”

She raised an eyebrow at Cameron when the lady started giggling. “An' peopahl 'ave a hard tahm unnerstandin' me! Yeah ye're totally in th'moon, ma'am. Oh howdy.”

She greeted the newcomer who was in the turbolift already. She remembered Ravon from the briefing earlier, “Yeah, she sure is.” She eyed him patting Cameron on the cheek, indicating a level of familiarity with her. “A lot,” she answered for the lady again, “too much, Ah'd say.” When he addressed Thea, she privately thanked the stars, between her and Ensign Wasted, they were not likely to get far or anywhere fast otherwise.

“Meony,” she provided her name, or rather, her callsign, which she had taken as her name, but he possibly didn't know that. On official records, Krystal Tancredi was still her name, so she added, “Ensahn Krystahl "Meyony" Tancredi, Tactical Conn, formahly from th'Resolve. Ah was th'one askin' ya 'bout that peachy keen Reaver earliah.”

She glanced at Havenborn, worried, but tipped her hat with her thumb and index finger, smiling, “Ah got it from here, suh, we'll be fahn, an' Ah'll take ya up on dat inna moment, suh!” She addressed both men one after the other, winking and grinning away. A free drink was never to be refused. She would pace herself, but never refuse a drink.

[ LT Daniel Havenborn | Deck 28 - Below Deck Lounge | USS Theurgy ] Attn: Triage, Nolan, anyone else

As they were nearing the turbolift Daniel smiled as Krystal answered him, he was about to come back with a witty response when the turbolift door opened to reveal another pilot.  He seemed to know the command division ensign and helped Krystal with getting her going to the right place before he turned back to address him.

"Lieutenant Havenborn I imagine?"

Daniel nodded as the man addressed him.

"Lieutenant Thomas Ravon, Acting leader for the squadron aboard the Theurgy. I missed you during the briefing for the new pilots aboard the ship." he said as he looked the man in the eyes. "Will you be joining your pilot for the trip or can I offer you a drink and have a talk with you?"

Daniel was about to respond and let him know that he’d be accompany Krystal but when she interjected and said she was fine, he nodded at her.  “Call me if you need anything Ensign.”  Daniel said before he turned back to Thomas.  “Lieutenant Ravon, Lieutenant Daniel Havenborn, Tactical CONN Pilot and formerly the SCO of the USS Resolve.  It seems that I am free for that drink.”  He said as he motioned for the Lieutenant to lead the way, it was only fitting after all since he was the one buying as it were.  It had taken him some time to get used to the fact that the Federation didn’t have a regular economy.  People didn’t work for money, they worked for other reasons.  Back in the Neo-ECON they still used a hard currency; you were compensated for doing your job whether it was for the government, military or business.

[ Ensign Cameron Henshaw  & Lt Thomas Ravon | Below Decks Lounge | Deck 28 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: Tancredi and Havenborn + Everyone at the lounge

Cameron only vaguely saw Thomas from her almost shut eyes before everything went more blurry and eventually she just passed out against Krystal all together. As Havenborn and Thomas parted ways with Tancredi, Cameron didn't seem to put up much more of a problem for the ensign as she was straight gone. The lift door shut and after a short run they arrived at the designated floor like Thomas had requested.

Cameron came by for a few seconds as the lift had awoken her if only barely. She pointed at her room and as Tancredi and her made it that way the doors opened before they even got there. Perhaps a courtesy by the ship's AI to guide Krystal to the right room. Once there Cameron managed to slump herself from the front door to her sleeping quarters before she crashed down on it and just fell asleep instantly.

In the meantime Thomas looked at Daniel as he introduced himself with a nod "I heard your fighter wing took some considerable losses. My condolences to you for the people you lost." he said softly, yet with respect as he knew all to well how losing people felt. He gave the man a light nod as he gestured him to lead the way back to the lounge. Once in the lounge he looked around as he was looking for familiar faces, seeing only Husker and a few crew members he only knew by face. Of course there were more Resolve and Orcus staff running around as well as he took Daniel back to the table he previously had occupied.

"What would you like to drink lieutenant?" he asked him with a warm smile as he felt some burdens fall of his shoulders as he had reached the below decks. It felt like an eternity since he had been here. Just the fact that it felt a bit warmer here than most places on the ship probably had a thing to do with it as well. The coldness from the planetoid still stuck in his bone... He could only hope that this place would help warm him up if anything.

[ Krystal "Meony" Tancredi (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Krystal_Tancredi,_callsign_%22Meony%22) | Turbolift | Deck 28 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: Ens. Cameron Henshaw, LT Daniel Havenborn & Lt. Thomas Ravon
[Show/Hide]It was a relatively quiet and peaceful journey to Cameron's quarters, which was apparently on a different deck from the one she was staying at. “This is them officer's quarters, ain't it?” said Tancredi, more to herself than to anyone, since Madam Snooze was...snoozing. She did feel sorry for the young woman, who looked about her age, albeit slightly better in condition than she was, but the redhead did just come out of a rushed surgery right there on the shuttle deck, or whatever deck it was anyway. That, and she had a whole lot of scars riddling her body, so...

Shaking her head a little, she followed Thea's guidance and Cameron stirred just enough to point out her exact room. When they entered, she easily and quickly deposited the drunken woman on the bed, “Wooo-ee! Ah do think ye're doin' well enough fer yerself, if Ah do say so!” said the cowgirl, hands planted on hips as she took a quick study of the room. But what she really needed for the woman, especially when she woke up, was the replicator. Striding over when she found it, she called out, slowly, “Water, room temperahture, and aspirin.”

The computer didn't even ask for clarification! Wonder of wonders! Her shouting likely would have woken up the woman, and she didn't need that. Cameron needed to sleep off whatever she'd intoxicated herself with.

Silently stalking across the living area to the bedroom, she placed the glass and the painkillers, on the bedside drawer next to her, pulled up the blanket over her and finally headed out. While she herself slept with the lights on, because that was the best way to see when enemies were coming for her, she knew most preferred it dark, so she called out, “Lahts...lights...out.”

That done, she made her way back to Below Decks, though getting back there was significantly easier than the first time. She found Ravon and Havenborn easily, though there were a few more people now, including members from the Resolve, and other ships. It seemed...balanced. At a little more ease than before, Tancredi strode over to the two men, and gestured to the chair, “Mahnd if Ah joahn ya? Ah've seen Miss Cameron t'her quarters, nahse place. But boah Ah don't wanna be her when she wakes up.” She grinned casually and took a seat even before being invited to do so, slinging her hat back to hang on her neck from behind. If they didn't want her there, Havenborn knew her well enough to just tell her to bugger off. She would, and find company with the other Resolve members around.

[ LT Daniel Havenborn | Deck 28 - Below Deck Lounge | USS Theurgy ] Attn: Triage, Nolan, anyone else

"I heard your fighter wing took some considerable losses. My condolences to you for the people you lost."

Daniel nodded at Ravon as the man gave his condolences.  It still sat heavily on Daniel’s mind for what he had done, not that he’d really admit it at the moment.  As they made their way back into the lounge and back to the table that Daniel had just left he took his seat again and motioned for the other officer to do the same.

“A shot of Vat 69 will do nicely for me.”  Daniel said, he should probably drink something else but at this particular moment he didn’t really want anything else.  Daniel looked around the lounge as he noticed several crewmembers from the Resolve were here.  There were other pilots here as well though he didn’t recognize them, they were either reserve pilots that hadn’t been able to fly because of lack of fighters or they were survivors from the ship that had been destroyed by the Resolve.

As Krystal walked back into the lounge he turned to look at her and nodded as she asked to join them.  “The good Lieutenant was just asking what we’d like to drink.  I’m having a Vat 69, what would you like Ensign?”  Daniel asked her as he motioned for her to sit down next to them.

[ Lt Thomas Ravon | Below Decks Lounge | Deck 28 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: Tancredi and Havenborn + Everyone at the lounge

"A shot of Vat 69 will do nicely for me."

Thomas his lips curled into a smirk as he nodded "A fine poison you're having there," he replied before thinking what he'd have himself "In fact, I think I'll have a shot myself as well." he decided and gave the man in front of him a good look over. He could see the officer looking at the various people in the lounge, most of them strangers to Ravon though a few familiar faces were a welcome sight for sore eyes. His absence had felt like an eternity and the fact that there were all new crew members on board only strengthened that feeling.

"Lieutenant. I have a proposition for you and your pilots," Thomas started after a bit of a silence. "Considering there are three different squadrons aboard the ship, I'd like to go ahead and ask each squadron leader if they'd agree to unify under the Lone Wolves squadron. I imagine the brass is still thinking who to pick for SCO, yet I believe it'll be important for the pilots to know that we're all on the same side and we'd all be working together in the near future. I'd like to have your thoughts about it." he suggested as he knew the topic was a rather touchy one. He imagined no SCO was happy to see their fighter compliment fall apart, the losses feeling far too personal.

A few moments later the ensign showed up who had delivered Cameron Henshaw at her quarters. Thomas nodded her thankfully for delivering the ensign to her room and looked over at Havenborn for a second before he eyed the red haired cowgirl with the appropriate hat sitting on her head. It was a peculiar sight, even more so as she as still wearing her exo-skeleton flight suit, justl ike her SCO. He did wonder why both of them kept the suits on, yet didn't want to offend them or ask away as it had been a rather rough day for all parties. He didn't seem to mind to have her at the table and he waited for her to give her order so he could motion the lounge proprietor who seemed to be a Kzinti.

[ Krystal "Meony" Tancredi (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Krystal_Tancredi,_callsign_%22Meony%22) | Below Decks Lounge | Deck 28 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Nolan & @Havenborn
[Show/Hide]Flinging her hat off her head, the string around her neck held it behind her as she settled down uncomfortably into a chair, feeling just a tad larger than usual, and she grinned at the two men, “Well Ah reckon Ah'll 'ave what y'all're havin'! Thanks!”

Though she was grinning through pursed lips, with her elbows leaning on the table, looking all comfortable, her attention was subtly on Havenborn. Watching him from the corners of her eyes without actually looking at him, she made only one subtle hint expressing her concern by using the hand closest to him and brushing his forearm lightly, while flashing her worries through her eyes, though the smile on her lips did not even falter for a second. After that, she turned to look at Ravon, her usual friendliness hiding everything she felt inside, and she said, “Ah hope Ah ain't buttin' in on anythin' Ah ain't s'pposed t'hear.”

She leaned back against her seat and then gave the man a thoughtful look, briefly getting distracted when she noticed one of the Theurgy crew members coughing irritably, before turning back to the SCO. “Just a question, if ya don' mahnd, sah, but will Ah be flahn a Valkyrie again, or are there plans t'fix mah turkey? Sorry, Ah mean mah modified Tahp-eight shahtel?”

[ LT Daniel Havenborn | Deck 28 - Below Deck Lounge | USS Theurgy ] Attn: Triage, Nolan, anyone else

Daniel nodded as Lieutenant Ravon complimented him on his choice of drink and then proceeded to order the same.  He noticed as the man looked around the room but made no comment on it, he had no idea what kind of situation he had been in, but judging from the abomination that was his fighter it was safe to assume that he hadn’t been out joyriding.  He’d have to make it a point to ask him about it someday though.

He listened to the other Lieutenant’s proposition and while he made a good point there was one flaw in his plan, the Grey Wolves only had one serviceable fighter left, his.  “I’d be glad to merge our squadrons however my squadron is all but decimated, I’ve only got one fighter, a fighter-shuttle that would probably be easier to rebuild than repair and two pilots and a RIO left.  Unless you have some fighters stashed away onboard I don’t see how effective we’d be.”  Daniel said as he looked down at the table; replaying the events of the battle in his head, accounting for each of his pilots who he had sent to their deaths.

Hearing Krystal’s voice, Daniel looked up as she joined the table, hearing her ask basically the same question he just posed to Lieutenant Ravon before she arrived made him feel slightly better, at least his remaining pilots were still in the mood to fight.

[ Lt Thomas Ravon | Below Decks Lounge | Deck 28 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Havenborn , @Triage

Ravon kept his eyes trained on the pilot before him and when their drinks arrived, he looked at the beverage before he took it closer to him. When the ensign arrived that escorted Henshaw back to her quarters and posed pretty much the similar question to Ravon, the withered pilots replied "Luckily for you guys, we do have fighters stashed away. Remnants of the Harbinger, a couple of Mk II's, however, if you and your pilots wants. We managed to retrieve some new prototype mk III's from Black Opal if I may believe the mission reports. So we could could train all of you to the newest toys in the fleet."

"Of course, you could always choose to fly your own ships should you prefer, thought lieutenant Havenborn has informed me your fighter shuttle could use more than just a paint job." he answered Tancredi first before looking back at Havenborn. "I'm not sure about your other pilot Lieutenant, I haven't seen him or her yet, but if you could relay the message, I would be very much obliged." he smiled before the shot came for Krystal. "Enjoy your drink pilots. You've earned it from what I've heard so far. Frankly, you deserved a better welcome than this." he answered humbly. He had read the reports about the USS Resolve, about their travels and how tragedy struck at their heart when they returned. It was unfair for them, then again, what was fair right now to anyone of them.

[ LT Daniel Havenborn | Vector 3, Deck 28 - Below Decks Lounge | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Nolan, @Triage

Daniel took his shot and listened to what Lieutenant Ravon had to say.  It seemed that they had some Mark-IIs and some spare Mark-IIIs however he’d let his pilots choose whether or not they wanted to switch to the Mark-III.  He would continue to use his Mark-II; it was after all the superior craft and what got him home in one piece, if he was going to die in combat than he would do it in his Mark-II Valkyrie.  “I’ll stick with my fighter, but I’ll let my pilots choose which craft they prefer to fly.”  Daniel said.  “Though if my pilots make the switch over they’ll need to be trained to use it, I myself wouldn’t mind learning how to use it as well just in case.”  He said.

Daniel nodded as Lieutenant Ravon mentioned what he had said about the Fuzzy Flayer needed some serious work to be able to fly again let alone make any kind of sortie.  “Thank you Lieutenant; though I suppose at some point here we’ll have to have an introduction briefing seeing as we picked up a fair amount of other pilots as well.”  Daniel commented.  He had heard about the other influx of fighters and their pilots from Uriah who was spending his time with their fighter, pulling data from the sensor logs, and making what minor repairs to the fighter that he could do himself.

[ Krystal "Meony" Tancredi (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Krystal_Tancredi,_callsign_%22Meony%22) | Below Decks Lounge | Deck 28 | Vector 3 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Nolan & @Havenborn
[Show/Hide]When Havenborn mentioned their losses, all the events of the day flooded back into Tancredi's head, and she felt a building pressure inside her skull reminding her that she still had that weird aneurysm thing in there. But worry about that was drowned out by the sorrow and fury in her heart. She wanted to single-handedly crush all the captains and crew that had a hand in the deaths of her friends and family. She wanted to kill them all, make them feel pain, fear and suffering, and then she wanted them to die and then burn in hell for all eternity. She wanted to scream, cry, laugh, and scream some more. But all she did to show how she felt was a slight reddening of the tip of her nose, with her eyes becoming shiny from unshed tears. She gently and carefully circled her index finger and thumb along the shot glass with her gauntlet, measuring the amount of strength she applied while still wearing the Tactical CONN suit.

Ravon informed them about spare fighters. It seemed a terribly unenviable position to be in, when one had more resources than manpower. She grinned tightly at the man when he commented on her fighter shuttle, and raised the glass, “Fahnest turkey Ah ever flew, if Ah do say so.”

She then downed the drink in one pull, and coughed, or sobbed. Even she wasn't sure. But she unconsciously rubbed the newly healed wound on her head with her left hand, then looked back to Ravon, after hearing Havenborn's reply, “If ya have Mahk twos and Mahk threes t'spare, Ah'd lahk t'try th' Mahk Three. Been too long since Ah flew a real fighter. Ah'll take da trainin' dat comes wi'it.”

She lowered her gaze back to the empty glass, oddly lacking a desire to have more drinks. She just wanted to see all her friends back to tell her they survived miraculously. or for a time distortion to happen. Something. Anything...

[ Lt Thomas Ravon | Below Decks Lounge | Deck 28 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Havenborn  , @Triage  , @DocReno 

While glancing over at both pilots it quickly became quite clear that they were open for training with the Mark III's. Havenborn himself would keep flying with his older ship, which was essentially his right and Thomas nodded in acceptance to it. As for Krystal, she seemed to be more convinced and eager to start training with the Mk III. "Alright, I'll set up the simulation rooms for you guys to train in. Training should start tomorrow I imagine. I'll let you know about the where and when." he concluded, after that he took his shot in as well and his face pulled together as it burned through his throat. "God... Gotta love this..." he smirked before he shook his head and shook it off.

"As for introduction briefings lieutenant, there was a brief one just now by myself. I expect another one to go down once they've appointed the new SCO. Probably with a new squadron chart and the sorts." he answered as he looked at Havenborn. "Either way, it's a lot of new people on the flight deck. I'm sure you'll all get to know one another at some point." he assured the man before looking back at Tancredi who looked a bit absent minded. It made him wonder if now was the time to get to know them a bit more better or if now was the time to let them unwind.

After a brief silence he turned his glass upside down and tapped the bottom of it "Anyway, if either of you have any more questions or need something, feel free to hail me or come and see me."he said as he straightened himself. He looked around before his eyes ended on Husker, another new face in a squadron that should've been his own. He sighed softly before nodding at both pilots at his table "That said, I'll leave you two to unwind and get used to your new home. Welcome aboard." he smiled and pushed himself off as he went over to Slayton.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked the pilot.

[ Krystal "Meony" Tancredi (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Krystal_Tancredi,_callsign_%22Meony%22) | Below Decks Lounge | Deck 28 | Vector 3 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Nolan & @Havenborn
[Show/Hide]“Peachy keen!” said Tancredi, and her head briefly nodded downwards on its own. What the hell was in that drink? Ravon handled it easily enough, and so did Havenborn. The redhead normally held her liquor very well. It took a lot to get her drunk, and even more to get her to the point of crying and telling everyone how much she loved them and possibly other embarrassing acts like pouring her heart out to Counsellor Ejek...on the public intercom. Stripping naked in a busy cargo bay didn't even count as embarrassing anymore, considering the amount of times she'd been rescued from various alien captivity minus clothing by various members of the crew, she doubted there was anyone from the Resolve who hadn't seen Tancredi in her birthday suit at least once.

Listening to Ravon speak some more, and when he excused himself, she nodded and raised her glass to him, “Will do, sah, and thanks fer th'drink.”

She watched him go to the other pilot she had "met" earlier, whilst helping the beyond-drunk woman back to her quarters. Turning her attentions back to Havenborn, she looked over the SCO of the Wolves of the Resolve, and gave him a small smile, “Meant t'talk to ya 'bout lotta things, sugah, but Ah guess they kin wait. Looks lahk we're all gonna be gettin' used t'how things work 'round 'ere.” She got up, looking at the Martian, and added, “and Dan? Ah've got yer back, 'kay? Any tahm ya need, jus' give ol' Meony a holler, Ah'll be there.”

She knew the stresses he went through, and while she yanked his chain as much as anyone else, she also always reminded him how much she cared with little simple gestures, occasional gifts or just being a good listener, something she would never admit to, but also something she was willing to provide if it was ever needed or wanted by her friends and family. “Gonna head out an' check on the others. See ya later.” And she left.

[ LT Daniel Havenborn | Vector 3, Deck 28 – Below Decks Lounge | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Nolan, @Triage 

Daniel nodded as Lieutenant Ravon explained that there would be simulation training for the Mark-III Valkyries sometime tomorrow.  Daniel honestly had no intention of learning how to pilot the Mark-III at the current moment, besides he had other things he had to take care of during that time, such as making sure his fighter’s software is up to date.  “I’ll see you tomorrow then Lieutenant Ravon.”  Daniel said as he stood up as Ravon left to talk to another pilot.  Daniel downed his shot of Vat 69 then took his seat again and leaned back a bit.  It had been a long day and it still wasn’t over yet.

As Krystal began to speak to him he turned his attention back to her.  “If you want to talk Krystal we can.”  Daniel said, if she wanted to take Lieutenant Daniels’s place as his confidant he was more than fine with that, he trusted her with his life after all.  “I might take you up on that offer sometime tomorrow Ensign.”  Daniel said as he nodded to her as she got up to leave.

“Have a good night Ensign.”  Daniel replied as he sat in the lounge for a few more minutes.  Maybe he’d take some time tonight to go work out, he was feeling the need for that again.

[ Ensign Christopher "Husker" Slayton| Below Decks Lounge | Deck 28 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: Nolan

Chris was slightly lost in his thoughts as the slight drunken haze he'd been in since he started drinking with Cameron was slowly starting to fade away as his lips were still tingling with an almost electric thrill from his time making out with the young officer.

He was so lost in his thoughts that when he heard Thomas speak to him, he actually jumped just a little bit and then shook his head to try and clear it. "Sure Thomas, sorry about not responding at first..it's been one of those days." he said as he motioned for his fellow wolf to have a seat. "Cameron lost a father figure, two ghosts from my past return...and I discover that my oldest brother was the commanding officer of the Orcus and who may or may not be alive...."

Chris pinched the bridge of his nose and then sighed deeply before releasing it. "So, how are you holding up and can I get you a James Bond as a welcome back drink?" he offered up then in a much warmer and friendly tone, honestly happy to be turned away from his own internal thoughts.

[ Lt Thomas Ravon | Below Decks Lounge | Deck 28 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @DocReno 

Thomas could notice how the pilot wasn't fully there when he sat down next to him. His mind absent and probably sunken in thoughts somewhere else as he looked at the furred bartender. He diverted his eyes back to the pilot as he snapped back to reality and addressed him. Thomas nodded slowly as he brought up the ensign who usually tended their comms and when he mentioned his own brother being the commander on the Orcus.

He glanced over the man next to him before he gave him a pat on the back "I can't imagine what you've been going through Slayton." he started before he looked at his drink and sighed softly "I hope he survived, it's always rough to lose family." he said softly as he tried to feel compassionate for the fellow pilot. He decided to switch the subject a little as he carried on "In fact, we haven't really met before today I imagine. Maybe I've seen you in the corridors when the Harbinger crew dwelled with us, but other than that... I suppose this is a nice to meet you kind of thing right?" the pilot said before smiling faintly.

"As for that drink, I suppose I could be convinced to a martini... Shaken and not stirred if I recall correctly right?" he asked the man, he had remembered the lines when he saw it during his Academy days, a group film session that was organized to put the spotlight on twentieth century movies. Thomas had watched the movie about halfway before leaving the little theater, he had found it amusing, yet chased other things in his younger years. "I have a question for you by the way, concerning your bird. I noticed you're still in a Mk II, would you be convinced to fly the upgraded version? Considering you're a full fledged wolf..." he smiled ruefully.

[ Ensign Christopher "Husker" Slayton| Below Decks Lounge | Deck 28 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Nolan

Chris allowed himself a moment to chuckle when Ravon brought up that fact and nodded in agreement. "It's not your fault, I was still being looked at like I was going to snap like the other members of my former squadron until fairly recently." Chris said with a smile before motioning to the seat next to him. "Aside from what happened on the hanger deck earlier, yes is our actual first time meeting each other hence my following of an old Asgardian tradition which goes back to the events that lead to the founding of my home colony of buying you three drinks. One as introduction, One for congradulations for surviving a battle, and one for memories of friends lost and friends gained."

The Asgardian then nodded to Ravon's other question. "Yep but amusingly enough it's called the Vesper martini and it was named after the character who came up with the recipe which is three measures of Gordon's gin, one of vodka, half a measure of Kina Lillet at which point you shake it very well over ice until the drink is ice cold and then you pour it before adding a large, thin slice of lemon." he explained, almost like he was reciting it from memory before he shook his head slowly. "Sorry, doing memory excercises like that helped me survive some of the science classes at the academy because if you can recall smaller combinations like that then the harder stuff is easier."

Chris took a sip from his own glass as he listened to Thomas' question about his fighter and then he nodded slowly. "I wouldn't mind the upgrade, the one that I'm flying now belonged to someone named...Nightmare I think..who died during the Vassar Stupidity and while she's a good bird, her gunsights do have a tendency to jump to the right when trying to lock on with phasers during a turn left, might have been a setting used by the previous pilot that's still there."

[ Lt Thomas Ravon | Below Decks Lounge | Deck 28 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @DocReno

"I'm not saying no to three free drinks." Thomas chuckled and nodded "Thanks for the offer Christopher." To be fair Thomas didn't know much about the Asgardians. He made a mental note to do some research about them in order to somewhat get a better picture of the pilot next to him. He'd not go through the entire thing though, yet he would be interested in their customs and dealings with others in order to interact better.

Ravon had to laugh when he gave an extensive detail about the Vesper martini and he shook his head. "Regardless of you remembering that, you could always become a bartender if your flight career is over." Thomas joked and looked over at the pilot. "Either way, we all got our devices or aids to remember things, I usually tinker or physically work out in order to calm my mind."

"As for your fighter, you should've gotten another pilot's ship I think. Last I saw Tessa flying Nightmare's bird." the pilot smiled before he got presented the drink. He eyed it and ran his fingers over the edge of it as he looked back at Christopher "What shall we toast on?"

[ Ensign Christopher "Husker" Slayton| Below Decks Lounge | Deck 28 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Nolan


"Not a problem, like I said it's an old tradition on my colony." Chris said as he accepted he handed the empty glass back and then took a fresh one. "Shortly after Asgard broke ground, it was invaded by the Cardassians in a period before the war with them broke out and if you can believe it but it was a bloody trench war."

Chris' mind went back to the unknown status of his older brother, the man named in part who created the very tradition that he was now doing with a fellow survivor but he pushed those thoughts aside..there had been enough thinking upon matters of dying and death this evening.

When Thomas mentioned the bartending gig once his flight career was over, he couldn't help but laugh at that with an honest one at that. "Maybe, if I ever become grounded permenantly I'm thinking of maybe trying out for a spot in operations." he admitted with a hint of a proud smile on his face. "Despite my looks, I'm actually pretty adept at systems engineering..but bartending might be a good second."

"As for which bird I have, I really don't care because I'm still flying and if I'm flying for a pilot that's been lost then I'm flying double." he said as he raised his glass up at the question of what they should toast to. "To Killroy, the kludge that brought you home..how's that sound?" he asked warmly.

[ Lt Thomas Ravon | Below Decks Lounge | Deck 28 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @DocReno

Thomas had to laugh and he shrugged "I'm not going to comment your looks Chris." he answered before he downed his drink, the sting making a pleasant way down his throat. He closed his eyes fora second before he smiled more cheeky "As for operations... I'm pretty sure I know why you'd be joining that department." he answered as he'd have to report directly to Stark, who was quite easy on the eyes.

"Either way, I think bar tending would suit you... Hell you might even get your own lounge or something if you'e really good at it!" he teased further before he got a refill and laughed "But I suppose you're good where you are right now." he winked at him and looked the pilot over.

He simply nodded though at his comment about his bird and he let it slip "Fuck Killroy really... To home!" he toasted as he raised his glass to Chris and downed another drink in one go. He sighed and chuckled  little "Right, that said... I should probably get going. People to see, things to do." he smiled "Third drink is for later, if you can agree with me on that." he asked Chris as he pushed his glass more away from himself and stood back up from the stool.

[ Ensign Christopher "Husker" Slayton| Below Decks Lounge | Deck 28 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Nolan

Chris had to admit that it was good to see that his fellow Wolf had good humor after the last few hours and it made him laugh in turn before he downed his drink and setting the empty glass on the bar. "Sure, all the pretty ones do." he joked with a smile before shaking his head. "I wouldn't hit on Stark, she's in a list of people that I wouldn't even be in the same star league to be with and that pool is only three women on this entire ship to be honest..but I'm good at systems, yes I'm a very effective hand to hand specialist and I'm not denying that but my professors for my ops classes said that I had a knack at systems engineering."

Chris started to shake his head when Thomas then made his own comment about being a bar tender and it made him keep smiling. "Maybe..maybe once this is all said and done with the right woman, but until then I still have some asshats to shoot down on behalf of our home." he said as a fresh glass was put down next to him. "To home!!" he then returned with the toast as he killed off his drink.

Chris was almost lost in his thoughts when he heard Ravon's last words to which he simply nodded in agreement. "I'll hold you to it, Thomas..and in case you haven't heard it yet from anyone else." he said before stopping and holding up his glass in salute of the other man.

"Welcome Home."