Captain Rhodri Llewellyn Griffiths

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Re: Captain Rhodri Llewellyn Griffiths

Postby James Greenman » Mon Jun 02, 2014 6:57 pm

Captain's Log, Stardate 11405.28

Griff dipped his shoulder slightly as he charged down the pitch, the roar of the crowd mixing with the pounding of blood in his ears. He gripped the tough leather ball in the crook of his arm, feeling the solid weight of it nestled securely against him, and shifted position slightly to square off against the 260 pound behemoth taking up three quarters of the pitch in front of him. It was cathartic to him, the way his mind easily rushed down the list of options and solutions almost instantly in his head. It reminded him of his days doing Tactical Operations out of Starbase 375, or standing in the TIC ordering fighters around a holotable. It came easily to him, naturally. Easier than being in Command did, at any rate.

The man was large. Easily having three inches of height, 50 pounds of weight and and a girth that'd rival most plasteel bulkheads that seemed to be all muscle and not an ounce of fat. It'd be tactically sound to go around him, excepting that fact that Griff had seem him move earlier in the game and he was deceptively quick and those arms were long. There wasn't enough time. The second option was to use the man's weight against him. A good option. Solid. and it had merit. Griff wasn't exactly a featherweight himself, and if he could angle into the blow and reverse his momentum he could swing around the opposite side and straight through. Except that their number 8 was lurking in the wings waiting for exactly that sort of move, and man-a-mountain here could easily bounce him right over into a tackle.

The third option was the smartest. He could drop to the ground, gain a little bit of room and let his team do some of the heavy lifting. A quick ruck, a scrum, and they'd be able to push forward another ten feet or so. It was the sane thing to do, the logical one.

Or, he could do them all.

His body slammed into man-a-mountain at a fair speed, a whuff of air and the smack of flesh and muscle colliding filling the area for a moment. Griff angled himself down and to the left, ignoring the dull pain in his arm as he popped the ball up and backwards watching as one of his holographic teammates snapped it out of the air and shot through the gap Griff had created. The opposing behemoth quickly let go, which was his first mistake, and turned to push after the quick running ball carrier. Taking the opportunity Griff spun around the opposite way and followed, his long legs and lighter frame carrying him down field quicker. Wet mud and grass flicked up his legs as he charged back down the field, the opposing team closing in on the ball. He checked his right and nodded to the wing man, waiting for the perfect moment.

The ball carrier pulled the same move, slamming into one of the defenders in front of him and turning to pop the ball, his backup grabbing it out of the air and spinning it down the line. With a quicksilver grin on his lips, Griff snatched the ball out of the air and dashed forward through the gaps in the line marking the last ten feet to the try line. Once he'd hit the right step he turned again and cast the ball back out to the end watching as the winger caught it against his chest and put on a burst of speed. It was all over, just time enough to watch the finish as the man leaped over the line and slammed the ball down, sliding muddily for the next few metres to a deafening roar of the crowd.

Laughing happily, Griff stood there with his hands on his hips, mud caked to his legs and his chest, a dull ache in his shoulder and a triumphant grin on his lips. Holographic or not, it was always good to see a win for his team.

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Later on, he sat in his quarters with the terminal on his desk casting white light across his face and went through the reports. They'd been docked up at Sigma Rho for three days now and things were only just getting in order, supplies had come through and been transferred aboard and the odd crew transfer had trickled in as well. Most of this stuff was handled by Commander Jameson or one of the department heads, but he liked to pick up something different every evening and check on it himself just to get a feel of what was happening on his ship and what might need changing. It was good to show his crew that he took an active interest in every department, and if the Chief wasn't sure of what the Captain might pick up and look at next then it tended to mean there were less mistakes and more thorough reports coming through. It'd worked for him in the past, and seemed to be here now.

In the back of his mind he kept coming back to the events of the last week and Bill Ashington's death. They'd held a memorial on the Station and there was more than one teary eye in the crowd. Crewman Ashington had been one of those people that seemed to get along with everyone and practically the entire crew had come out to see him on his way. Or perhaps it was just that this had touched so many on such a small crew...

At least the Bajoran relations had improved somewhat, words and handshakes being traded on both sides. He felt a niggling tug of shame at the back of his throat that threatened to overwhelm him for the briefest of moments before he pushed it back down. It'd been his fault, he should have been there every step of the way through the investigation instead of overseeing it as he did. It was what a Captain should do, but in this case it ended up getting out of control. At least the damage hadn't been permanent. Not one Bajoran had requested a transfer off the ship once they'd arrived at Sigma Rho.

The reminder brought a smile to his lips and he felt the barest relaxing of tension in his shoulders. He knew deep down that this little hardship would make his crew stronger and bring them together in time, it was the little trials which cemented the bonds between crewmates and this certainly counted.

Things were going to be alright. Eventually.
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Re: Captain Rhodri Llewellyn Griffiths

Postby Aoibhe Ni » Thu Jun 05, 2014 12:26 pm

Lovely log, James. A great look at Griffiths behind the scenes which we haven't had nearly enough of yet.

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Re: Captain Rhodri Llewellyn Griffiths

Postby James Greenman » Tue Jun 17, 2014 4:35 pm

Captain's Log, Stardate 11406.11

He tugged his 'new' uniform down at the waist. He couldn't get over how much better these things fit, and how light in the shoulders they were. The grey pads looked nice, he felt like a proper officer wearing them, but this was a uniform meant to be worked in, sweated in, meant to get a few rips and tears or a bit of grease or some dirt on. This was a working man's uniform.

He'd been an NCO for all of his Starfleet career, up until now. Engineer, Operations, Tactician. He'd worked on six different ships and two different stations, he'd been out in the field, overseen diplomatic functions, warzones, missions of mercy and scientific endeavours. Whether it was the time dilation or the uniform, memories came flooding back to him about his past, and he sat in his center chair with a quiet smile. His mother had always told him to take time out for himself when he could, and they seemed to have almost 15 years to do it now.

How he hated time travel. They lived in a world of scientific marvels, but for some reason people always insisted on playing around with the fabric of reality to turn back the clock. Or turn it forward. The ship was getting younger, the equipment and the uniforms and everything else, except the people. Whatever had happened on the station, had it only affected mechanical matter and not biological? Was it localised to the ship or had it spread across the entire quadrant? Judging by the time update they'd gotten from SFC it seemed to be widespread, but he dared not get in contact with anyone else in case this was the past. But if it wasn't and it was just technology reverting, why hadn't anyone else noticed? And if they had, what sort of repercussions was it going to spell out for the galaxy? His face fell as he imagined Ferengi futures trading from the past.

It brought him out of his reverie pretty quick. Whatever had happened, they had to get it fixed. Fast.
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Re: Captain Rhodri Llewellyn Griffiths

Postby Aoibhe Ni » Wed Jun 18, 2014 4:13 pm

This log made me smile. Nice writing, James!
I am really enjoying all the different perspectives and different moods everyone is coming up with.

Roll on tomorrow!

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Re: Captain Rhodri Llewellyn Griffiths

Postby James Greenman » Tue Jun 24, 2014 6:47 pm

Captain's Log, Stardate 11406.18

Griff sat in his chair and quietly seethed. Whatever was going on didn't make a lick of sense, how come his ship had gone from three-fourty-two metres long and fifty-five metres tall to over six HUNDRED metres long and almost two HUNDRED metres tall without any sort of physical displacement, and yet when it had mysteriously switched from a Galaxy class to an Excelsior, practically identical sizes overall, some of his crew had ended up outside the hull. If his calculations were correct, the bridge of the Bremen when placed section-to-section with a Galaxy class would be roughly twenty metres off the forward deflector dish - How come that wasn't where they ended up?

He hated it when things didn't make sense, and on top of all that he had some jumped up Chief of Security whining like a child on his Bridge because they weren't rushing around like fools and causing even more trouble in the past. First the Doctor and now the Tactical Chief, it was almost as if the transferred crew were trouble-makers. Perhaps that's the reason why they'd been assigned to the aging Hooke in the first place. Maybe he'd wronged an Admiral somewhere and this was his punishment, or down the line he'd caught the eye of some Omnipotent being and it was playing jokes with him just to see how he'd react.

Well, he was reacting, and he was damned angry. God help Von Ubique once they got to the station, and his crew as well after they were back where they belonged. He already had one set of consequences to dole out once this was all over; how long was the tally going to get before they were done?
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Re: Captain Rhodri Llewellyn Griffiths

Postby James Greenman » Thu Jul 03, 2014 7:25 pm

Captain's Log, Stardate 11407.26

Sitting in the bulky Captain's chair, on arm flat against the rest while the other cupped his chain, he stared at the blank viewscreen with a determined look. Romulans.

He had tried so hard to prevent contaminating the timeline, done his damnedest to make sure they they left no trace, no sign, just a quick mistake and a hop back into their own time. But here they were, fighting with a Romulan ship of this era, the station which held one possible solution to the crisis under their control and the Doctor probably locked away. Jameson knew what she was doing, Tony knew his way around a phaser, and with a security team they should have little trouble...

But at what cost? These Romulans weren't meant to be here, they weren't meant to see this...If he could make them run, get them out of the system, perhaps things will be okay. And then what? They'd get back to their time, hopefully their clothes and the ship would be reverted back to their original configuration, and report in to Starfleet. That meant a visit from Temporal Investigations...

Internally he let out a disgusted little sigh.

On top of that, he had to punish his Chief Medical Officer. She'd be lucky if she didn't lose her commission over this. And as for Von Ubique....Well, he'd have to recommend she be put in a secure facility. She was a menace, a danger to them all. What else did she have hidden away in her lab, some random, mad scientist's invention that could turn oxygen into neutronium, or rip subspace apart to power a new type of tea kettle? She was insane. It gave him no joy, but that's how it would have to be.

But first, they had to survive this attack, and get back to their own time. The rest of it would fall into place of its own accord.
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Re: Captain Rhodri Llewellyn Griffiths

Postby C. J. Short » Thu Jul 03, 2014 7:31 pm

I think I'm going to enjoy watching a mechanic become a Captain :D
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Postby James Greenman » Thu Jul 10, 2014 1:05 pm

Joint Log, CMO Ajala Ecchumati & CO Rhodri Griffiths

She rang the chime. Then again. It took all her strength not to break down on the bridge. Ajala stood facing the ready room doors, and pushed the button again a third time.

Griff looked up from his PADD, now thankfully the large, high resolution and sleek design of the current time period. His eyes are used to the display, going back to the older ones and squinting at the writing had given him a pounding headache. Was it that, or was it the content? He wasn't entirely sure...Maybe the Doctor could give him a dose of Retinax. Shrugging it off, he placed the PADD down on the desk and called out to the door.

"Come."

Ajala walked in hastily, the doors not even fully closed behind her before she started to speak. "She's gone. Naoise. She's not here."

He frowned up at her, sitting back in his chair. "Not here? Take a seat, Doctor.Do you mean she's not onboard the ship? I'm not going to take her away from you, you know, Starfleet doesn't do that sort of thing."

She waved a hand to dismiss what he was saying about Starfleet. "I mean she's not here, not on the ship, yes. Things are different than before. She, she... she's on Caledonia. There were two nuclear bombs before, now only one fell, it's different now." She shook her head, knowing she can't have been making much sense.

He had the decency to look apologetic. He could see the distress she was in, and while not having children of his own could imagine how she must be feeling right now. "I see...I'm sorry it turned out that way, things are never as clear cut as they seem from the outside." He glanced down once at his PADD, a quiet frown curving his lips. "Have you been in contact with the Caledonia government, or her parents?"

"The government has no records of the adoption. Her parents survived the war this time, meaning there was no need to adopt her." She finally sat in the chair. Dropped into it, more like. "There is nothing we can do now." A tear rolled down her cheek, which she wiped away quickly with frustration. "I was just trying to save her, to stop her being taken away from me. And now I've ensured that she's gone."

Griff nodded quietly, letting her grieve for a moment. "We can never know the results of our actions. Even a day ahead, or a week, everything we do leaves a ripple on the fabric of time. When you go from a week to a year, or a decade, or a century, those ripples get larger and more complex, bouncing off others to create their own patterns...It's easy to become obsessed over what could have been." He watched her sitting there, part of him wishing that he could somehow be more human, trying to decide between decency and duty.

She looked up at him thinking what a cold man he was. "I don't need the lecture, Captain. I think I've learnt that lesson the hard way, and been made to suffer for my mistake, far more than you can appreciate. A reprimand, demotion, dishonourable discharge... that all seems insignificant now. Please, just... don't make me wait for it." She stood up, indicating she was ready for whatever disciplinary action he had chosen.

He nodded again, standing up with her and picking up the PADD. "I managed to speak with Starfleet Command and plead your case. I'm sorry, Doctor, this was the best I could do." He handed it over for her to read, knowing that she'd been punished enough. "Due to your exemplary record up until this point, and much pleading on my part, Starfleet agreed to waive the discharge and prison sentence - They have agreed that it was a bad judgement call, and that considering the circumstances further punishment was unnecessary. Instead there will be a formal reprimand placed in your permanent record, and you are hereby demoted to the rank of Ensign."

He let it sink in for a few moments, remembering his communication with Admiral Bantree. It hadn't been pleasant. "You will retain your position here as Chief Physician onboard the Bremen, and Temporal Investigations will be conducting an interview with you once we reach the Rigel system."

She took the PADD, didn't want to read it, and nodded to him. The Captain said he'd pleaded her case, but it still seemed harsh to her. Not that it mattered. The larger punishment made the rank seem petty. "May I be dismissed, Captain?"

He gave her a nod, waiting until she had turned and walked from his ready room before sitting back down in his seat with a sigh. It never got any easier...
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Re: Captain Rhodri Llewellyn Griffiths

Postby Einar S » Thu Jul 10, 2014 3:51 pm

This keeps getting more interesting!
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Re: Captain Rhodri Llewellyn Griffiths

Postby James Greenman » Thu Aug 28, 2014 6:31 pm

Captain's Log, Stardate 11408.20

Sitting in his Ready Room, Griff moved the shiny golden pip around with one calloused finger, watching it's tumbling movements atop the smooth desk. It wasn't uncommon for someone of Commander rank to be Commanding Officer onboard a Starfleet vessel, in the time after the Dominion war when people experienced or able enough to be at the rank of Captain were few and far between it had been pretty common place, with the smaller frigates like the Miranda, the Defiant and the Sabre classes being 'Captained' almost exclusively by Commanders. The Intrepid, his Bremen, was small enough to be considered such and he'd doubted a promotion would be coming anytime soon.

How wrong we can all be.

Almost reverently, he picked it up and pinned it into place on his uniform collar. It made no difference, he was still the same person, with the same job, but somehow he felt...more responsible. Like the weight of every order, every decision that every Captain before him had made was suddenly hanging from his throat. He wouldn't let them down, he had a job to do.

Pushing himself back from the desk, he stood up just as the quarantine alarms sounded and the message shouted out over the comm system.

"Main Engineering to Bridge, we have a contaminant airborn in Engineering. The deck has been sealed off. We require medical assistance"

He steeled himself, strode out onto the bridge, and started to give his orders.
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