TAC Ensign D'Mera

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Re: TAC Ensign D'Mera

Postby Einar S » Mon Jun 02, 2014 10:38 pm

Really well written log! And I love the AD reference :)
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Re: TAC Ensign D'Mera

Postby James Greenman » Mon Jun 02, 2014 11:25 pm

Seconded, some really fantastic logs showing up for the Sentinel!
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Re: TAC Ensign D'Mera

Postby Travis D » Fri Jun 06, 2014 2:15 pm

Just read all these. Great character, well-written logs! I agree, Sentinel has a good setup crew-wise.

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Guilt, Part Two

Postby Jack Lucas » Sun Jun 15, 2014 5:10 pm

Guilt, Part Two

Stardate 11406.15

The shuttlecraft "Scarecrow" approached Mars at full impulse - the red planet surrounded by satellites and ships. There were wrecks, salvaged ships, and brand new ones under construction in the enormous fleet yards of the upper orbit. One of these cages in the void carried D'Mera's new assignment.

Everyone onboard the shuttlecraft was edging closer to the windows at the front of the craft for a peek. D'Mera felt a shoulder dig into her ribs as a tall Andorian woman tried to tip-toe above the rest. This shuttlecraft carried roughly a dozen new officers from Spacedock to their new digs onboard Starfleet's newest vessel, a Sovereign Class ship.

As the shuttlecraft silently banked, the officers and cadets craned their heads, hungry for their first glimpses of the starship. Slowly, the angle changed, revealing what was hidden underneath the spaceborne cage, the U.S.S. Sentinel came into full view.

D'Mera struggled to see as the crowd had fallen silent. There were no "oohs" and "ahhs" - just quiet, the whir of the impulse drive below them. D'Mera, tired of the trouble, elbowed her way into the Andorian and peered through the gap it produced.

Her face was no longer sour and agitated, by the crew blocking her view, but softened. Her face reflected it all, the awe, the wonder, the romance, and a new obsession. D'Mera was in love. Her jaw drooped a bit, as she was a bit stunned by its appearance. She hadn't expected to feel this way, not about a starship.

The shuttlecraft pilot smiled, as he'd made this route a few times before, and each time, the crew's reactions were the same. He had likely sorted out just the right approach vector at this point, some private game to elicit the most emotional response from his passengers as he could.

D'Mera put her hand to her mouth, as the registery number and livery came into full view.

N.C.C. 79088 - U.S.S. SENTINEL

The dark blue and bright red painted lines that circled the saucer section glinted in the light reflected off of the Martian surface. A red hue surrounded the vessel as the bright red and bright blue lights in her nacelles reflected off the hull.

The shuttlecraft wound around to run parallel along her neck, the bars of the drydock cage blocking the view in places. The pilot rolled the shuttle off its back to prepare for entry into the shuttlebay, there were audible boos as the ship disappeared momentarily from the observation window. The shuttle turns and regains a view of the main shuttlebay, where a small honor guard is waiting, welcoming each new batch of crew to the ship. Though unnecessary, and somewhat old-fashioned, it was reflective of the Captain's personality. Official. Flashy.

The shuttlecraft slipped through the invisible force-field and settled on the floor of the bay. A hiss emitted as the craft equalized its pressure with that of the ship, and the crew began piling out. They were eager, pushing and shoving past each other. D'Mera let them slip out ahead of her, as she relished her first steps from the rear door of the shuttle.

She stepped out of the doorway, and felt like Dorothy in Oz. For a brand new ship that was shiny and sterile and new, she felt like this was her first taste of color in a long time. Since leaving the Hooke, a run of the mill ship of the line, the dream of being assigned to one of the fleet's newest flagships was so unlikely.

The honor guard remained at attention as the crew passed through the portal to the receiving area and filtered away to their different destinations. D'Mera walked slowly, running her hand along the railing as she climbed towards the shuttlebay exit and the honor guard on the mezzanine above the landing pads. As she passed by the honor guard, their eyes stayed forward, she peered back and forth between them. One turned his eyes for a moment, probably surprised to see an Orion boarding. He relocked his eyes front.

D'Mera passed into the welcoming area on the other side of the shuttlebay entry and let herself smile and breathe. This was her new home.

"Computer, quarters for Ensign D'Mera?" She asked with a squeak.

The computer responded, the same familiar voice known all across the Federation, "Ensign D'Mera's quarters are located on Deck 4, room 488."

D'Mera smiled as she walked towards the nearest turbolift - the crew that had hurried in before her had already dissipated. The ship was quiet, and still mostly empty. She entered the turbolift, "Deck four." It whirred into motion.

She had only briefly gone over the deck plans of the Sovereign, never expecting to actually be onboard. It was all so surreal - after she had implicated and seen Commander Harlow court martialed for their indiscretions, she was almost certain that her post would be rescinded at the last minute, but the hour came and went, she boarded the shuttle and now she was here.

Harlow's career was likely shattered. He would never have a command - fraternizing with cadets is strictly forbidden. She'd essentially ruined his life, and lied during her report and deposition. Though it had been a reciprocal and mutually beneficial relationship at first, it had cost her a shot at Red Squad, as well as a more prestigious post... Until now. Harlow had made good on his promises, getting her an assignment onboard the fleet's newest and most well equipped starship. And in return, she had turned him in for their voluntary relationship. Assumptions and insinuations had been made, and the powers that be decided that Harlow must have made D'Mera fear reprisal or demotion if she had come clean earlier.

She'd escaped the debacle unscathed. D'Mera was constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop... Harlow was well liked, and had friends on this ship, he was initially supposed to be its First Officer. But now he was in confinement on Earth, awaiting another court martial. It wasn't prison, but house arrest wasn't much better.

She exited the turbolift and noticed the lack of signage on deck four... Which way to her quarters, she wondered?

"Computer, can you direct me to 488?" She asked.

The computer responded, "Ensign D'Mera, would you like to activate the 'New Assignment Holographic Familiarization Program?'"

D'Mera's face twisted in amusement and wonder, "Well, sure?"

The small holographic projectors near the top of the corridor blinked, and a small floating green arrow appeared, that moved in front of D'Mera as she began walking towards it. The emitters weren't powerful enough for complex images like the ones in the Holodeck, and they used very little power, but they were capable of displaying simple images for situations like this, or in emergencies for evacuation. She stifled a laugh as she realized this was essentially like the GPS she had on her hovercycle as a teenager. The arrow would tilt and tint orange as she reached a corner, and fade back to green as she turned to follow it. Finally it leapt forward in the hall and bounced outside of one of the doors, with a checkered flag logo. When she reached the door it disappeared.

D'Mera stepped to the door, which didn't open.

"Please enter first time entry security code." The computer asked.

D'Mera thought for a moment and entered a six-digit security code for the room. The door would always open for her, but this way she could access it when some systems were down. The door slid open silently and she entered the quarters.

On the Hooke, she had bunked with one other junior officer, and on Spacedock, she'd had three roommates and crashed on a few couches... But here, she had, for some reason, been assigned to large private quarters. Typically reserved for Senior Officers, this was a posh room. There was a humble living space, with a lounge area near a window... Goodness, she just realized, this room was on the exterior of the saucer! She had her own private view of the stars. She ran to the window and looked out, beyond the arms of the drydock cage, below was Mars. She couldn't help but giggle as she examined the room some more.

She had a table and chairs near the window, and a desk and computer terminal. There was one adjacent room, a bedroom with an attached restroom. The bedroom alone was easily twice the size of her Academy quarters, with another window and a large bed. On the bed was a box and a note. She smiled as she sat on the cushioned mattress and opened the card.

"D'Mera, I wanted you to have a window, so we could see the stars together."

It was from Harlow. Her stomach went sour and she felt sick. She replaced the card and looked at the small flat box. There was no way she was opening it. He'd assigned her these quarters and left this here before she turned him in.

She sighed and flapped her lips like a horse. "Pbbbbbt"

Her door beeped twice - someone was at it, she jumped up from the bed and rounded the corner, "It's open..." The door slid open to reveal a crewman in Engineering garb. He pulled the grav sled in and started pulling the bags from atop of it. Her bags had made the trip on another transport, along with everyone elses. She smiled to the crewman as he dropped them and left, with a small wave.

She pulled off her duty jacket and tossed it to the chair. Without a thought she instinctively removed her pheromone inhibitor and tossed it on the table.

An alarm immediately sounded.

"Oh shit." She said, staring at the inhibitor...
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Re: TAC Ensign D'Mera

Postby Jack Lucas » Fri Jul 18, 2014 2:26 pm

Explosive Decompression

Note! This log references previous logs "The Thing on the Holosuite" part 1, 2 and 3. If you haven't read those one, you should!

Stardate 11407.18

D'Mera considered their circumstances as the other two went to work. She was strictly on security for this mission, the Captain had placed Baudin in charge. She hadn't taken much of a shine to him or the Engineering Officer who'd accompanied them, the Andorian sh'Tolar. Especially not the Andorian.

Years ago, D'Mera had accidentally wandered into a Lovecraftian holographic novel. It had initially traumatized her - but given her a passing interest in Horror stories. This mission had all the tropes and tinges of a true horror story. Mysterious ghost ship, strange and static comms, disappearing messages, slamming doors... It had D'Mera on edge, but her familiarity with the genre made her feel more at ease. At least she was able to convince the Captain and Baudin by proxy to keep the Away Team together, rather than splitting up...

That's like rule number one. Who are these people, she thought. For her short time on the Sentinel, she'd managed to quell most of the rumors about her and Harlow - and furthermore, reduced her visibility as a "pistol." She'd kept her attitude mostly in check, until today. Ilia was rubbing her the wrong way, and it was beginning to get on her nerves. Her and Baudin both were resistant to her advisement that the Away Team stick together. D'Mera had rolled her eyes a fair amount, behind their backs. She may not have as much experience as many of them, but she'd received the Tactical posting on the Sentinel for a reason.

The door thing was still bothering her, though. Independently operating doors weren't strange at all, especially not in her lifetime. She remembered being confused by the first door with a knob she'd run into... But operating the way they had on their way down to the Transporter Room - that wasn't normal. That wasn't even explainable, as far as she could tell. sh'Tolar hadn't said anything specific about what could've caused it, but D'Mera was certain that even an electronic short in the subsystem would've been caught after the first snap. There are safety systems in place. It didn't matter - the eery motion had stopped the second D'Mera reached for the door controls - despite the fact she never actually touched them.

Ilia and Baudin had been throwing ideas around between themselves. Transporter accident - crew stuck in the ship's buffers or computers - things like that. Well beyond D'Mera's line of thinking. She was still curious about intruders and lurkers in the shadows. Hopefully they'd know something soon. It felt like they'd been on this ship for weeks now, even though it had only been an hour or so.

The fog on her EVA helmet was increasing. She adjusted the dial on her suit and rolled her eyes once again. sh'Tolar had restored the atmospheric controls and life support - but D'Mera wasn't up for taking chances on her first mission. Last thing she needed was to be blown out into space should something go wrong.

Her mind lingered for a moment, on her own image shooting out of a breach in the hull. For about 15 seconds, she'd be conscious, as the oxygen in her blood depleted. There wouldn't be any explosions from her eyeballs or blood-boiling or instant freezing. The real science was much less horrific. At about the time she would lose consciousness, the saliva in her mouth would begin to boil. That sensation would be the last she felt, as she drifted into unconsciousness for the last time. From there, it was fairly simple. The radiation commonly found in deep space, or from a nearby sun, would bake her for the next 60 seconds as her brain died. Her remains would float on forever, mathematically unlikely to meet any gravitational force strong enough to steer her remains into another object... She'd drift forever, until the end of time. The thought was chilling enough, without the explosion, and she shuddered at the thought.

Then she thought of it happening to Ilia. Her head tilted as she was less disturbed at the idea.
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Re: TAC Ensign D'Mera

Postby James Greenman » Fri Jul 18, 2014 3:03 pm

Fantastic log, Jack! Great to see you back on form and get some insight into D'mera again. I'm sure I'm not the only person :riker:
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Re: TAC Ensign D'Mera

Postby C. J. Short » Fri Jul 18, 2014 8:04 pm

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Re: TAC Ensign D'Mera

Postby Jack Lucas » Mon Jul 28, 2014 1:54 pm

Ghosts in the Machine

Stardate 11407.28

This was supposed to be a fresh start, D'Mera reminded herself. She wandered the transporter room of the Maubry, waiting for the ship to ship transfer of the crew... or data. Whatever it was they were doing, she had decided that it wasn't enough.

She'd been on the Sentinel less than a week, and it had only left Spacedock 12 hours ago - but here she was, on some ghost ship, rubbing her new crewmembers the wrong way. It was decidedly their fault, she had determined. The witless Operations Officer that Commander Yeremenko had left in charge was doing everything he could to make the least logical decisions possible. The Engineer, well she was just a bitch.

Calm yourself, she thought. The Sentinel was supposed to be a fresh start. No one knows you here, you have an opportunity to start over. Harlow's out of the picture, the Hooke and Spacedock forgotten... Focus on the mission. Focus on making friends here... Just not with these people.

D'Mera frowned as the others hovered over panels, monitoring the data transfer. The crew of the Maubry was locked inside the ship's computers. Ilia sh'Tolar, one of the Sentinel's Engineers, had taken far too long to come to the conclusions that D'Mera had reached shortly after they discovered the trapped crew. Furthermore, anything D'Mera had suggested or introduced as an idea had been dismissed outright. Fair enough, that D'Mera wasn't an Engineer, but outside the box thinking was encouraged in Starfleet, as was teamwork. None of that was present on the Maubry. It was by the book, on this mission. Baudin had made it quite clear, neither he or sh'Tolar had even relayed D'mera's ideas to the Engineers back on the Sentinel. The chain of command made it impossible for D'Mera to pass along the ideas herself - so she had dropped it.

sh'Tolar and Baudin had a plan. They were taking all but one of the crew out of the ship's computers and transferring them to the computer onboard the Sentinel... But one of the crewmembers insisted on staying behind, at least that's what they could gather from the information before them... D'Mera had insisted they could copy the last survivor out - at least then, they had a fighting chance. No. That was all sh'Tolar and Baudin had to say about it.

There were "ethical implications" - as sh'Tolar had put it, before storming off like a child. Well, duh! D'Mera rolled her eyes instinctively. Duplicating computer data that would then need to be transferred to a transporter pattern, before being reconstituted in the Sentinel's transporter - it was difficult, and there were implications... Sure... Duplicating a person was a strict no-no with the transporter - but removing this person outright was impossible (or at least unlikely) as the transfer would take longer than the ship would have before destroying itself without that crewmember inside the computer to keep the ship alive... But duplicating them, and then trying to pull them out - that was a fairly safe alternative... And at least gave that person an opportunity to live.

"If I'm ever stuck in a computer, duplicate me." She thought out loud, but quietly.

The other two were hard at work, ignoring D'Mera. They probably saw her as simply an escort, like Tactical Officers don't have anything relevant to say unless they're being shot at. Barely one step above "redshirts," maybe.

D'Mera ran her hand over the dark controls of the transporter pad.

"We're not using the Maubry's transporters to get out, right?" She asked of the other two - no reply. They were probably ignoring her.

D'Mera touched the console again - who knew how the crew got stuck in the computer to begin with... Was it intentional?

What would happen to the away team, she wondered, when they tried to beam back... Would they be stuck inside the computer too? Who would come back for them? Worse yet... Would one of them be left behind? She'd have to leave it for her report... D'Mera scowled at the turned backs of Ilia and Vikram. Murderers.
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Re: TAC Ensign D'Mera

Postby Shawna F » Mon Jul 28, 2014 1:59 pm

If we get brought back to the ship wrong, I'm blaming you! :@ Oh man I'm so allears about this super negative relationship they are all having with each other.
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Re: TAC Ensign D'Mera

Postby Jack Lucas » Mon Jul 28, 2014 2:18 pm

Shawna F wrote:If we get brought back to the ship wrong, I'm blaming you! :@ Oh man I'm so allears about this super negative relationship they are all having with each other.


D'Mera doesn't get along with anyone. That's like, her thing.
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