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Re: CSO LTJG Sutak - Sigma Rho

Postby James Greenman » Thu Apr 03, 2014 5:53 pm

Hahaha! That was fantastic. The Bartender felt distinctly Bobby Singer.
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Re: CSO LTJG Sutak - Sigma Rho

Postby Jack Lucas » Thu Apr 03, 2014 6:11 pm

James Greenman wrote:Hahaha! That was fantastic. The Bartender felt distinctly Bobby Singer.


Nailed it. Yeah, we've been watching some Supernatural lately. But I dialed up the redneck a lot...
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Re: CSO LTJG Sutak - Sigma Rho

Postby C. J. Short » Thu Apr 03, 2014 6:17 pm

Curious how 'Step One' in the Vulcan Integration Guide is to get the user laid :P

Awesome log, Jack!
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Re: CSO LTJG Sutak - Sigma Rho

Postby James Greenman » Thu Apr 03, 2014 6:18 pm

C. J. Short wrote:Curious how 'Step One' in the Vulcan Integration Guide is to get the user laid :P


It was originally a Pon Farr aid. :cfap:
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Re: CSO LTJG Sutak - Sigma Rho

Postby Jack Lucas » Thu Apr 03, 2014 7:08 pm

C. J. Short wrote:Curious how 'Step One' in the Vulcan Integration Guide is to get the user laid :P


I imagined the guide as if it were written by Vulcans based on human suggestions. Imagine Trip Tucker explaining how to integrate Vulcans into human society. That was essentially "Chapter One."

Chapter Two will be... different.

The point being that Sutak can't even get holograms to like him. :v:

edit: my only regret is that I wrote the instructions from a heterosexual perspective, rather than leaving it gender neutral. It didn't occur to me at the time, but the program shouldn't show bias in that regard. Oh well, fuck it.
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Re: CSO LTJG Sutak - Sigma Rho

Postby Riccardo Fabris » Thu Apr 03, 2014 7:12 pm

Some really good stuff there! :)

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Re: CSO LTJG Sutak - Sigma Rho

Postby Jack Lucas » Fri Apr 11, 2014 4:53 pm

Integration, Part 2

Stardate 11404.11

The Night Before, Continued...

Sutak dried himself and removed his duty jacket.

"Computer, replace this jacket." He said, almost annoyed.

Two negative beeps, "Starfleet Uniforms are not approved for replication." The Computer chirped back.

"Senior Officer override, Sutak-Alpha-One."

The jacket in his hand disappeared as his hand rose from the disproportion of weight. A new blue and black duty jacket appeared in front of him. He began stuffing himself into it as the frozen barflys remained mid-laugh, jovial in his failure.

"Computer, advance to chapter two." He said, as he pulled at the jacket, snug in its new fit.

The bar disappeared, replaced by a quiet field. A morning fog had settled in the fields, ending at the treeline that lay before him. The long drooping willow trees swayed in a quiet breeze, the sun bright in the morning sky, lifting the dew and moisture into a fresh haze around the Vulcan.

A single brown canvas tent poked out of the field, its doorway swung open with a rope. The Vulcan Guide stepped next to Sutak and began instructing him.

"In this scenario, you will learn about human emotion and how to cope with it in times of crisis. An enemy to these people is marching on this field, and will arrive in minutes. Your goal is to convince the family in this tent to evacuate the area." The Guide nodded to Sutak.

Sutak raised his brow as he walked briskly forward towards the tent. The chirping of birds and the buzzing of bugs in the haze made this hologram much more real than the last, at least in Sutak's eyes.

He reached the tent and bowed his head at the entry, examining the inside. A woman and a child sat on the ground. There were three makeshift beds, cots perhaps, which were empty, and a fourth with a bleeding man in it. The man was unconscious, and had blood soaked bandages and blankets covering him.

The woman wept as the child looked at the canvas wall of the tent with little regard for the man who had just entered it. The woman looked up, her face red and wet, a moment of hope entered her tortured demeanor as she plead with Sutak, "Please, can you help him? They've all gone..."

Sutak examined the man and reached for his tricorder, which was absent from his hip. He knelt beside the bed as the woman sidled away to make room. She grasped the child by his shoulders and moved him to the nearby empty cot and sat him down. His blank stare remained.

The Vulcan examined the bloody man, he had suffered multiple wounds, likely from a projectile weapon. Sutak knew there was little he could do, even in a simulation. It was clear, he thought, he must convince this woman of the man's impending death in order to remove her from the remnants of the camp.

"There is nothing that can be done for this man. I'm afraid the wounds are fatal." Sutak said plainly.

The woman threw herself forward as she cried, "No! There must be something you can do!" She gripped at Sutak's free hands and clamped down on his forearm.

Sutak turned to the man and then back to her, "There is nothing that I can do, nor anyone else."

A horn sounded in the distance. The clomp of marching could be faintly heard.

"I implore you, we must leave this tent and take shelter." He said, pulling his hands from the woman's grip and standing. He moved towards the entry to the tent and saw the tall flag in the distance, an ancient army marched this way.

He turned to the woman, who had fallen prone on the floor in grief. Sutak turned to the dying man and considered his options.

"Can you help me carry this man?" he said, attempting to distract her.

She sat up a moment, kneeling on the ground, she shook her head, her matted hair stuck to her face. "My leg, it's gimp."

Sutak gritted his teeth, the drumps and the clatter of the approaching army's armor was louder now. Shouts from one man to another were a clear indication that they had spotted the tent.

He looked back at the woman, "I cannot help this man, and unless we leave this tent at this moment, you and the boy will die as well."

The woman shrieked in horror as the yells of a charge resounded outside the tent. The computer honked in failure as the program froze. The Vulcan Guide stepped into the tent and addressed Sutak.

"Do you know where you failed?" The hologram asked.

Sutak furrowed his brow, and examined the tent, "Logic did not affect the woman, nor did my pleas for her to save her life, or that of her child. I do not know where I failed." Sutak admitted it without hesitation.

The Guide gestured towards the woman, "They required your empathy. Despite not understanding or feeling emotion, sometimes it is necessary to emulate it or simply acknowledge it, rather than admonish it." He crossed to the boy and looked down on him. "If you had said 'I'm sorry for your loss' - or in some other way had expressed your appreciation for her emotional state, she may have better heard the message you were trying to convey."

Sutak began to speak but was cutoff by the Vulcan Guide, "Furthermore, had you attempted to console the boy, the Mother may have realized there was more at stake than the life of the dying man. In times of crisis and great stress, many humans, unlike other species, revert to a state of panic and disorientation. Because of their reliance on others, they often shirk the self preservation instinct that inhabits most other species. Humans are distinct, in that they innately put others before themselves when it is unnecessary. Although the man was dying, the woman was so distraught with the idea of living her life without him that she was unable to comprehend the message of danger you were trying to convey to her."

Sutak considered the Guide's comments, before responding, "Humans are highly illogical."

The Guide continued, "Where humans fail to act with logic, they act with passion."

Sutak nodded as he examined the tent, his failure forgotten. He wondered, was passion an emotion, or instinct? Was it something that a Vulcan could feel? He had used the word to describe his dedication to his research and science, and even to his service at the Vulcan Science Academy and at Starfleet... But as he looked at the woman, frozen in her agony, completely blind to the men about to march onto the tent, he realized he knew absolutely nothing about passion.
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Re: CSO LTJG Sutak - Sigma Rho

Postby C. J. Short » Sat Apr 12, 2014 9:08 pm

Great log, Jack. It's fun seeing Sutak's efforts to understand humans; can't wait for chapter 3 :)
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Re: CSO LTJG Sutak - Sigma Rho

Postby Jack Lucas » Sat Apr 26, 2014 5:19 pm

Any Means Necessary

Stardate 11404.26

Sutak set the small box on the small table in the main living area of his quarters. The small room felt cramped, after so many hours in the laboratory, alone.

During the heightened excitement of the events, most of his science crew had abandoned the lab in order to assist the Engineers on the Xiphos. He had been left alone to his work, which agreed with him. The day had been long, and following his shift, the Admiral had given him this box, as well as advanced Lieutenant Commander Sumner to Commander.

The black box bore the emblem of the United Federation of Planets, and inside was a Medal of Commendation. He had little interest in medals and awards, the real reward today had been the success of his transporter modifications in releasing more than a hundred prisoners from a subspace pocket tied to an ancient Vulcan artifact.

He would compile the findings tomorrow, and submit a full report to Starfleet Science, though he was unsure how they would feel about the means by which he had done it. Being alone in the lab had allowed him to make modifications and alignments that may not have been otherwise possible with his crew assembled around him. He assured himself, for the nth time, that he had strictly followed his orders, "by any means necessary."

The quick thinking of his science crew, along with the adept hands of the ever-anxious Ensign Jensen had provided these people with another chance. After thousands of years in the subspace bubble, a place where time and space function entirely differently than they do in normal space, his brother Vulcans had been trapped. From a period in history so ancient, they had not yet shirked their emotions or been privy to the generations of logical evolution following the Time of Awakening.

Sutak was somewhat frustrated that they were returning to Vulcan, and that he had not been invited to meet with them after their arrival on the station. A social investigation into the ancient history of his people was digging deeply inside him, yearning for answers to so many questions.

He removed his duty jacket and laid it across the chair at the table. It knocked the PADD that laid on the table onto the floor, it tumbled and clacked on the ground. Sutak reached down to retreive it, and saw where he'd left off. "Human Customs and Idioms" by Sarek, had been an excellent read so far. Sutak felt that though he had much to learn, he was adapting and integrating himself a little more each day.

Each morning, the Vulcan had attempted a stroll before his duties began in Operations, though he found the promenade unwelcoming and daunting. He had determined that it was a few steps beyond his current level of integration, as he had little interest in playing Dom Jot with enlisted men at the Klingon Restaurant, nor did he wish to imbibe another Root Beer at the replimat with the excitable cadets. He had been essentially banned from the casino, though he had no intention of gambling.

The strolls may have been removed from his schedule, but that hadn't changed Sutak's desire to further integrate himself. He'd turned to hologprograms and books. He had acquired a dozen audio logs from prominent Vulcan Starfleet Officers who had shared glimpses of their wisdom in serving with Humans and other non-Vulcan officers. He had become aware of some of the "all-Vulcan" ships in Starfleet, but had decided not to request a transfer. His initial hesitance to remain dedicated to the station Sigma Rho had been dashed, and he was starting to feel at home.

"Computer, Plomeek soup, seasoning 'Sutak One-Nine.'"

Two negative beeps. "This replicator unit is currently offline." The computer squeaked at him.

Off to the replimat, it was, then. He replaced his duty jacket around his arms and zipped it. He picked up his PADD and continued out the door.

A tap of his combadge, "Lieutenant Sutak to Engineering - my replicator is malfunctioning."

"Yes, Lieutenant, it's the whole deck," a friendly voice replied, "when we siphoned power off to the Xiphos earlier, it crashed a few non-essential systems."

"Do you have an estimated time that it will be repaired?" Sutak questioned, as he stepped into the turbolift, "Promenade."

"We expect it'll be fixed by the morning... Right after we get that chair of yours fixed." He snickered.

"I would think that the replicator would be of higher priority." His Vulcan voice remained monotone.

"It... I was kidding, sir."

Sutak was displeased by the Engineer's dismissal of the damaged chair in his laboratory. The second malfunctioning chair he had reported to Engineering, the first being his seat at the science station at Ops. "I have nothing further." Sutak replied.

The turbolift jolted as it stopped, it seemed like everything on this station was falling apart more and more each day. The doors opened only three quarters of the way, wide enough for Sutak to exit, but still not to specifications. He exited the doorway and looked down at his PADD. He began tapping and filing another Engineering request regarding the Turbolift.

A human couple waited patiently and kindly as Sutak was blocking the doorway to the turbolift, finally, the man brushed past him, pulling his friend behind by the hand. Sutak was jostled, but stepped aside, realizing now he had been in the way.

He set the report off, and continued walking towards the replimat. There were many restaurants on the promenade, most required money or credits to frequent. Sutak had become accustomed to the Starfleet commissary, or "replimat" - which provided free, basic options for Starfleet personnel.

He rounded the bend to the commons area of the promenade. A Byzellian circus troupe was using gravity panels to tumble above a crowd that had amassed, blocking entry to the replimat. The aliens twirled above him as he sidled his way through the crowd, attempting to reach the long queues that had accumulated in front of the replicators.

"Mine's out too." someone said. Sutak assumed that it wasn't just his deck that was having replicator issues. The crowd cheered as the tumbler propped themselves on the head of a tall human officer, laughs erupted as the dancer pushed off and spun around in the air.

Sutak reached the end of the line and looked down at his PADD. It would be difficult to read with the distractions around him, though he was determined to take in a few more chapters if he could. Before he could even dial into the latest chapter, he felt a tap at his shoulder. He turned to see Ensign Janx.

Ensign Janx was Sutak's favorite science officer in his lab. Janx was skeptical, punctual, and mostly logical, especially for a human. He was short and wiry, with a clean cut appearance.

"Ensign." Sutak said, acknowledging the man's presence behind him in the queue.

"I was in Operations during the rescue of the Vulcans and Security Chief Animim. Good work, today, Sir." Janx replied with a straight face.

Sutak appreciated Janx' straightforward approach to conversation. "It was a 'team effort.'"

"I understand you received a commendation from the Admiral, as well. Team effort or not, good science should be rewarded." Janx offered a narrow smile as the Byzellian above them spun only inches from his head.

The Vulcan nodded. "I suppose it should. The transporters on the Xiphos were much better equipped for the task."

Janx nodded in agreement, as they stepped forward, the line moving towards the replicators. "Perhaps we could work with Engineering to bring the station's transporters up to the same measure?"

Sutak raised a brow, "Engineering has a very large backlog of repairs." He paused a moment, "It seems like every day, for each system they fix, another two break down."

"I know, It's a wonder they're able to keep up at all." Janx twisted his mouth and held his eyes wide at the thought. He looked up, catching the foot of a Byzellian only inches from his face again, he instinctively swatted at it, but missed.

"Perhaps we could... assist them. We could duplicate the subspace transporter we have in the lab, and integrate it into the station's main computer." Sutak posited.

"I thought Jensen and Tegan had barred us from making anymore upgrades?" Janx crossed his arms in a questioning manner.

Sutak stepped forward as the line had moved again. "This would not qualify as an 'upgrade' - as we would be integrating an entirely new system into the station."

Janx shook his head, "Yeah, but no... The Subspace Transporter is experimental, sir. Starfleet regulations still state that the quantum flux buffer is too unstable for regular use."

"My research has proven that our buffer is as reliable and safe as that of a standard transporter. Where do you think we stored the Vulcans that we beamed onto the Xiphos?" Sutak raised his brow.

"Sir?" Janx was puzzled by the notion.

"In order to bypass the subspace field generated by the artifact, I routed the Xiphos buffer patterns through the subspace transporter in the lab. Ensign Jensen's modifications to the Xiphos' transporter allowed me to use the standard transporter pad, while routing their molecular patterns through the subspace transporter. Without the quantum flux buffers, it would have been almost impossible to carry the patterns into normal space." Sutak seemed almost pleased with himself.

"Does the Commander know about this? Or Tegan or Jensen?" Janx dropped his arms in appall.

They stepped forward, Sutak had reached the replicator. "Plomeek soup, hot, and a water, room temperature.." The computer beeped as the soup appeared on a tray with a tall glass of water. Sutak retreived it and turned to Janx.

"The Commander told me to retrieve Animim and the other signatures from the subspace pocket by 'any means necessary.' I did just that."

Janx stepped forward as the crowd behind him was becoming restless, "Yes, but do they know HOW you did it?" Janx was being forceful in his questioning.

"They did not ask." Sutak responded, his brow arched.
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Re: CSO LTJG Sutak - Sigma Rho

Postby James Greenman » Mon Apr 28, 2014 1:55 am

Nice log, Jack!! I love hearing the crew talking about the upgrades Sigma Rho needs.
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