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Re: ENG Lieutenant Junior Grade Ilaihr

Postby Holly Kolodziejczak » Thu Aug 13, 2015 4:22 am

Nice log! I found myself really drawn to the "tenth anniversary in two months" detail.
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Seekrit Transmission

Postby Andrew Rice » Fri Aug 14, 2015 7:58 pm

By Ilaihr and Kuari


Ilaihr was walking beside the magnificent dragon; Lady Kuari, along the beach with a smile on his face. They had been tasked with finding an unblocked frequency, and getting a message past the Starfleet informational barricade; but first they had to throw off some of the suspicion of their earlier gathering off. Ilaihr hadn’t done anything so cloak-and-dagger in years; it was exhilarating.

Kuari kept an eye inland, occasionally turning her head to look behind them, which she thought she could get away with fairly easily without being suspicious since her eyes were set similarly to a bird’s. The only sounds were their feet crunching in the sand and their quiet conversation, both of which were mostly overwhelmed by the roar of the surf.

“Are there any guards taking notice? Have we eluded the earlier lot?” He asked calmly, knowing her eyesight and field of view was definitely superior to his, whilst he kept his mind’s eye on the emotions nearby.

“As far as I can tell,” Kuari replied. “I don’t know about higher tech, though. We’re not suspicious enough for anyone to bother, are we?”

“One can only hope.” He chuckled. “I used to do a lot of things like this in my ‘youth’; I learnt that it pays to be at least a little cautious. I mean, we’re not trying to evade Nausicaan pirate patrols or Tal Shiar operatives, but something is not right with Starfleet at the moment.”

Kuari suddenly focused both eyes on Ilaihr, her voice hushing further and her steps momentarily faltering. “You really think it’s Starfleet?”

“My relationship with Starfleet and the Federation is a long one. Not always amiable, I admit. But with the war, the death of the President, and now this... I do not like the flow of events.” He looked out at the twin suns setting in the sky, and breathed in the ocean spray. “We must all be prepared for things we may not readily accept.”

Musing silently on his words, Kuari walked alongside Ilaihr for a few moments before answering. “It does seem possible. If there are people in Starfleet hurting others, I hope we can do something to stop them.”

“As do I. But first, we have to help Kathryn and Alexis get off the planet by finding them a good communication frequency. While I don't know what they are doing, I know that I do not need to know. And I am always happy to help two young’uns in love.”

Nodding, Kuari attempted to puff out her chest a little, but it was difficult while walking on all fours. “Well wherever you need to go, I’ll protect you.”

Ilaihr chuckled and nodded at her. “I am glad.” He smiled. “I used to employ a pair of Breen bodyguards, who we affectionately named The Twins. While I can swing this cane, I have never been much for personal defence; my time on Mount Seleya made me a pacifist.”

As they walked, Ilaihr kept an eye out for a secluded communication terminal with rapid exit points, in case they get rumbled and have to make a quick getaway.

Kuari smiled widely. “Brains over brawn?”

“That has always been the aim. Although, my hand has been forced on occasion. It’s actually how I ended up with four sons.” He quickly tried to wash over that last comment as they left the beach to walk along the beachfront, hoping to see a suitable terminal amongst the various Risan squares.

The Rucara puzzled over Ilaihr’s last comment, and she was the type to ask whatever question was on her mind, but she had lived this long tempering her curiosity and in this case she had the sense not to ask. As they left the beach and approached more buildings and places people could hide, Kuari became much more alert, her pointed ears angling and her large eyes watching everyone and everything. Most people appeared to be tourists, laughing with each other or otherwise chatting amicably. Her tactical training had taught her that the best spies emulated this type of activity, but she doubted very highly that any such arrangements would be implemented quickly enough to be watching them. Kuari concentrated on seeking out anyone alone and quiet.

Ilaihr sensed a little tension in Kuari. He rested his hand on her shoulder and emanated an air of his calm to her; regardless of how uneasy he actually was. As he looked around, he located a small seating garden, with a terminal in place. The area was surrounded by trees and flower pots, was sufficiently secluded and quiet in comparison to the rest of the area, and had a number of trailing paths leading off of it.

“That looks like the perfect spot, my dear.”

Kuari glanced at Ilaihr, following his line of sight then quickly looking away as they made their way towards it. “All right.”

As they approached, Ilaihr was more direct in sensing the emotions and thoughts of those they passed, making certain that he and Kuari were not being watched. Unsurprisingly, many were checking out Kuari and her wings, but Ilaihr sensed nothing malicious or covert. He quickly walked up to the console and started checking the comms, which were still being blocked. He slowly opened an access panel on the terminal and began fiddling with the internal circuits inside.

“First we need to secure it before proceeding.” He said in a hushed tone.

“And you know how to do that?” Kuari whispered back.

“It shouldn’t be too difficult… though I have been known to be wrong on occasion….”

With one hand inside the terminal and the other typing away, he ummed and ahhed as he attempted to scramble the locator, bouncing it’s signal between a number of other panels in the region.

Trying not to look suspicious but also not look at what Ilaihr was doing, Kuari lowered her belly to the boardwalk and attempted to look comfortable and people watch while Ilaihr wrestled with the terminal. After a couple of minutes, two people stopped nearby, smiling. The woman called over to Ilaihr.

“Ohh, sir, I love your…um, what is it?” She said, indicating Kuari.

He turned around, looking down at Kuari then back up to the passers by. “She is my companion, and is a magnificent sentient being… who belongs to no one.” He scowled at them. “And it would be appreciated if you apologise!”

Kuari looked up at her, and when the woman looked back with wide eyes and a confused expression, Kuari smiled and simply said, “Hi.” The woman jumped in surprise.

“Ohh, I’m...I’m terribly sorry.” Seeming too embarrassed to continue conversation, she shuffled away, dragging along the man with her.

“I do apologise for that my dear.” He said to Kuari with a sincere smile. “Some people…”

Giggling, Kuari angled her long neck towards Ilaihr. “It’s okay, I’m used to it. I like to have fun with it, actually.” Normally, she wouldn’t have let the woman walk away feeling the way she did, but they were trying to be covert, and it wouldn’t do to have strangers hanging around.

“I understand.” He chuckled lightly. “But I don't have to like or agree with their assumptions. I have seen all too well how those kinds of assumptions can go. People need to be more open minded.”

“I suppose so,” Kuari conceded from down on the ground, still watching everyone who passed. “The way I see it, everyone is a product of their experiences. If they’re not used to something, they won’t consider it. To me, it just means there aren’t a lot like me in this quadrant. There are only three Rucara in the Alpha Quadrant that I know of, and probably the Beta Quadrant, too.”

“I suppose you would be what people call exotic. You are one of the most unique species I have ever encountered, and I am friends with a Horta.” Ilaihr smiled.

He looked back to the terminal, double checking that he had scrambled the locator, before entering a number of frequency modulations that he had obtained a number of years ago, from some old Obsidian Order contacts. “I’m going to send a test communication to an old friend…” He entered the communication coordinates: Cardassia.

After a few long moments, a shadow-shrouded face appeared on the screen. “What can I help you with old man?” Whoever it was spoke with a calm, yet unnerving tone.

“This is simply a test…” Ilaihr replied in an equally calm tone.

“Why would you, of all people, need to send a secure transmission in this manner… and from Risa?”

“That is not your concern old friend. What is the current security level?”

“Starfleet communications have detected the transmission. I hope you have taken the proper precautions.”

“I have.”

“They are beginning to triangulate the source. Your time is up. Whatever you require this for… you will have 90 seconds at the most… Good luck, old friend.” The screen went blank, as the figure was quickly replaced by the Risan insignia.

Ilaihr quickly placed the panel back onto the terminal. “I believe it is time to go my dear.” He said to Kuari with a sense of urgency.

Quickly rising, “Kuari danced from foot to foot. “Casual or are we running?”

“I dont run for anything; too old for that malarkey. Besides, if we run it will seem suspicious.”

Walking alongside Ilaihr, Kuari matched his pace and posture. “Let’s hope it’s enough for Harper and Wright.”

As they moved out of range of the terminal, Ilaihr sensed hustled thoughts approaching it. He took a deep breath and relaxed, not turning around to look. “They are clever girls. I am sure 90 seconds will be more than enough. In the meantime, we should distance ourselves from this place.”

They returned to the beach, quickly and quietly. “I will give the information to the commanders later. I had the sense they had plans for the moment anyway.”
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Re: ENG Lieutenant Junior Grade Ilaihr

Postby Luceo » Fri Aug 14, 2015 8:48 pm

See, sometimes having a scoundrel around does come in handy! Nicely done you two, and great to see new collaboration!
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Re: ENG Lieutenant Junior Grade Ilaihr

Postby Andrew Rice » Fri Aug 14, 2015 8:55 pm

Scoundrel? Ilaihr? Whaaaaaaaat? :p
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Re: ENG Lieutenant Junior Grade Ilaihr

Postby Holly Kolodziejczak » Fri Aug 14, 2015 9:12 pm

Well done! I got nervous along with them at the end.
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Re: ENG Lieutenant Junior Grade Ilaihr

Postby Luceo » Fri Aug 14, 2015 9:13 pm

Andrew Rice wrote:Scoundrel? Ilaihr? Whaaaaaaaat? :p


Like I didn't know who would answer when we needed something illicit to be done!
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Re: ENG Lieutenant Junior Grade Ilaihr

Postby Andrew Rice » Fri Aug 14, 2015 9:15 pm

Ian Blackthorne wrote:Like I didn't know who would answer when we needed something illicit to be done!


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Re: ENG Lieutenant Junior Grade Ilaihr

Postby Liz White » Mon Aug 17, 2015 12:47 am

Aw, a smiley with Kuari's wings! ^_^
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Bunnyman

Postby Andrew Rice » Thu Nov 19, 2015 6:53 am

Ilaihr was stood overlooking the Golden Gate Bridge on a typical sunny San Francisco day. It was a sight he had always enjoyed; looking out into the bay, as the sun glissened on the water's surface through the gentle mist around Alcatraz Island. Before him stood Starfleet Medical, for all intents and purposes, his least favourite building in the entire quadrant. It had been many years since Ilaihr had last entered it's doors, a lifetime had passed since the first, and it had surely grown; but it loomed ominously to him, as it always had. He put his cane forward, and trotted up the few steps before entering the building.

The lobby had changed very little in a century; the same dulcet colour palette, that irritating murmur to the room, and that strange smell of carbolic acid; which was especially strange since it had been used medically for around 300 years. What had changed was the tone of the place, it had been busy and bustling, yet it was eerily quiet.

"Excuse me sir!" Called a very sweet voice. "Can I assist you?"

Ilaihr looked around for where the voice was coming from, to no avail. He was certain he had heard it, and adamant that his eyesight couldn't possibly be that bad.

"Can I help you?

This time he approached the front desk and upon peaking over the top, saw a young Caitian officer on the floor; transfixed by the workings of her shoelace.

"Greetings my girl."
"Ahh." She purred, pulling herself away from her novel footwear. "Good morning sir. How may I be of assistance?"
"I do not have an appointment, but I am here to see Doctor Kessel Moran."
"Of course sir." She smiled, typing away at her console to complete his request. She started frowning a few moments later, shaking her head. "We don't seem to have anyone of that name working here, sir."
Ilaihr himself frowned at the girl's news. "Could you search again please, my dear? I am certain he works here."
She did as he asked again, but again shook her head. "I'm sorry sir, I don't see anyone of that name."
"That's impo...." He paused, looking pensively for a moment.

"EH! Mi amigo! Como estas!" Shouted a very excited voice."What the hell are you doing in a place like this Zid Ziih? I thought I could sense you in the building."

Ilaihr around and smiled, seeing a very handsome and tall blonde man down the hall.. "There he is." He said to the Caitian.
"That's Doctor Echo Bunnyman, sir." She replied, confused.
"Is that the name he's going by now."

Seeing the conversation in the distance, the doctor quickly sprinted down the hall and rushed Ilaihr away. "Ixnay on the name-ay, old man."
"Old man?"
"Yes. You are old."
"Not as old as you."
"Ahhh, but the age doesn't show on my... anything. So everyone can go on thinking I'm 35, long after I hit my millennial... if I havent already."

"What is with the new name?"
"You get bored of a name after a while. Thought I'd mix it up, y'know?"
"Not really. Why that particular name though?"
"It's a reference. From the 1980s. Good decade. Awesome music. Lots of big hair. Not to be confused with the 1970s, which was infamous for a different kind of big hair."
"Why would you make your name a reference to something no living person could possibly remember?"
"Because I... am a perpetual child, and it amuses me." The doctor gave a cheeky grin. "So, what ya doin' here for?"

Before Ilaihr could answer, his hand began to tremor again; his cane tapping on the floor. He held his hand tight, until it subsided. "I came to see you."
The childlike cheek had been washed from the doctors face as he looked on at Ilaihr with concern. "Come with me... now." He took Ilaihr's arm, and hurriedly escorted him to his office.

"Take a seat." The doctor gestured as they entered his office, holding the chair out for he old man, before moving around the desk to his own. "So..."
"So." Ilaihr replied sombrely.
"How long have you had that tremor, Captain?"
"It's Lieutenant now. And about 2 months."
"Any headaches, loss of focus, visuoauditory hallucinations, strong emotional impulses?"
Ilaihr simply nodded.

The doctor slammed his hand down, flat on the desk. "Why the hell didn't you come to me sooner?"
"I didn't feel that it was important enough to inconvenience Admiral Blackthorne. And Atlantis simply hasnt been..."
"It has nothing to do with an Admiral, Ilaihr!" He took a deep breath, and leant forward, lowering his tone. "You are ashamed, embarrassed... like a Vulcan."
"It is no one's business but my own, Kessel! I do not like my personal affairs being broadcast to anyone it doesn't concern."
"This concerns Atlantis' doctors."
"No! NOOOO! I will not end up like Solir!" Tears could be seen welling up in the old man's eyes. "I wont!"
Kessel stood up, and rounded his desk. Pulling out a medical tricorder he began scanning Ilaihr, waving the scanner either side of his head, before sitting on the edge of his desk. "Well... you didn't need me to tell you what was wrong... why even come at all?"
"You are my friend. We have known each other, a lifetime."
"Yes... we have. Our relationship goes beyond family. Yet; you still argue with me and ignore my council, after all these years."

"I am scared, Kessel."
"I know." He lowered himself to Ilaihr's level. "You are only in the early stages thus far, there is still plenty of time."
"There is no medical treatment, Doctor."
"No... not by the standards of Starfleet medicine. But there is a treatment. Just because it was too late for Solir, doesnt mean it is too late for you."
"The Fal-tor-voh requires a match... there isn't one. I do not have children of my own."
"They don't need to be biologically related to you, merely a psionic match. That can come just as much from nurture as it can nature."
"And there still isn't one."
"What about Dan'el? He may only be Romulan, but he does have some latent telepathic abilities."
"He didn't take to them. They are poorly developed. Not strong enough."
"Then Jinto... Reman telepathy is vastly more powerful than a Romulan's... some more so than a Vulcan's."

Ilaihr sat silent. "Jinto is gone."
"He's dead!?"
"Possibly. He cast off all bonds, and vanished."
"Then he must be found."
"If he does not wish it, he shall not be."
"Ilaihr, you need to find your son!" Kessel sighed. "I can only slow the process so long... without Jinto your neural peptides will continue to deteriorate... eventually it will cause massive and irreparable neurodegeneration..."
"And then I will end up like Solir."
"Yes."

"What I dont understand, is how I have this. I am not Vulcan."
"The neurology of telepathic species is still not widely understood; least of all the neuropathology of telepathy. It may be a similar disorder amongst many species; simply with different names, or it's in some way transmissible. A Betazoid neurologist posited the theory recently, that it could be a consequence of the pursuit of logic, and the alterations it causes the brain."
"This could be because of my time on Seleya?"
"Causal links are hard to find. It is merely a possibility."

"Thank you doctor." Ilaihr propped himself up on his cane. "I trust this shall not leave this room."
"Oh no. We're not playing this game... since you wont tell the doctors aboard your ship, and I am bound by both the Hippocratic oath and my loyalty to you... this will very much be leaving this room, along the two of us."
"You cannot come with me... what about your position here?"
"Fuck my position here. I've worked in two dozen different posts, on seven different occasions, over the course of three centuries. My relationship with Starfleet is more on/off than yours... and Medical will survive without me stalking the corridors for a while. Besides, I haven't been on a starship since Betty... I'm finally bored of being planetside now."

"Still... I am currently working aboard a restricted access starship."
"But you will be going back to Atlantis soon?"
"Perhaps..."
"Well then... I will put in the transfer request, and make my own way to Vinland station."
"How did you...?"
"Subspace network news. Saw a clip a few months ago of Atlantis going in under her own power, despite not having any... it warmed the cockles of heart."
"I gave her everything that was left."
"Come on old man... I'll buy you dinner, we can talk proper."
"Will you finally tell me how old you actually are?"
"Nope."

Kessel took Ilaihr's arm again, and escorted him out, gently tapping his hand.
"If you do put in the transfer... at least use your actual name. None of this Bunnyman malarkey." Ilaihr asked, almost giving him an order.
"Fine." Kessel bellyached. "Spoilsport."
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Re: ENG Lieutenant Junior Grade Ilaihr

Postby Holly Kolodziejczak » Thu Nov 19, 2015 11:44 pm

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