Tuesday, June 12, 2007

USS NorthSea-To boldly go....

These are the voyages of the USS Northsea, a Starfleet vessel in the Gamma Quadrant. It was a group in Yahoo! that I was in for awhile that eventually disbanded and has faded away. I was Aneurin Rysk, the security officer, that jumped into the middle of this mission (which was acceptable since we were all on ship until we went planet side). Its rough, its disjointed, but im really sorry that they dropped the group due to lack of interest of all parties and fewer and fewer posts.


I started from where I jumped in-the archives are still out there i think, if you wanted to read them. We were attached to Bravofleet, which has a main website now to coordinate things. Looking over some of my old posts I think maybe Ill join back up for Academy!

Im such a dork. Anyway, without further adieu:


//USS Northsea//

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Glancing over the outcome of the prior evenings conversation

transcripts from home,

Aneurin felt spacey-which was an unforgivable pun on a current

situation. Briefings indicated that an

attempt was being made to go through a wormhole. Nothing further from

SF, and Commander Maxwell wasn't exactly being open lipped

on the matter. " Out of my league, ..." muttered Aneurin with a sigh,

" ... besides, I’ve got other things to

worry about."

Looking over his PADD he zeroed in on a particular exchange that took

place with his wife and new daughter. Rowen mostly blew spit bubbles

and stuck her finger up her nose, but for a three week old that was

definite progress. No, Colette's concern was this mission. Being married

for 5 years hadnt yet removed that intangible quality of newness from

their marriage, and consequently, the conversation two step that

inevitably

became part of their hallmark to their children.

[Colette] " ...but you know that your daughter barley

knows you yet, and your 4 year old

son missed out on a year and a half of you while you were

playing Starfleet Cadet,

before that it was Earth Security for..."

[Aneurin, interjecting] " Dont EVER imply that what I was

doing wasn’t for the better of all of us!

I can't help the fact that I got hurt, and I can't change

the fact that I need to do something bigger than me or you.

Can't you see that I need to be a part of something? Thats

why I joined Starfleet!"

[C] " You are a part of something...."

Rubbing his temples, Aneurin heaved a sigh. Maybe this wormhole

wouldnt be so bad. SF indemnity insurance wasn't so bad, was it? There

was a disability pension

from Earthforce, and at least he'd leave a legacy behind for his

children of " daddy was on a starship that did some neat things...".

A pipe would make this better....a 27 year old with a pipe. That was a

contradiction! Aneurin could remember meeting his wife while at the

Academy smoking a pipe and

changing some notation on a 20th century guitar riff. " Stairway to

Heaven" even. Puffing contentedly and strumming absently while

watching her across the quad.

She was the sister of some underclassman that eventually washed out

during a trial. Aneurin thought that this might be part of why Colette

disliked his service

so much. He had already been injured , and told that at 22 he would be

more like 62 in a few years. Although StarFleet medical said that they

could fix his nerve damage

and stop the spasms in his back, he declined. What better reminder to

always double check his gear?

*Beeping of quarters door* Lt. Belar

" Lt. Rysk, you've drawn duty tonight. Report in 1 hour for your watch

rounds responsibilities on this ship. Do you have your quarters

squared away?"

" Aye, Lt. 1930 hrs. Duty. Gotcha!"

" 15 minutes early is on time, Lt. Rysk. See you on * Location of

Security Deck*. "

" Aye, Ma'am". * Comm beeps* Still at attention, like an ensign, Rysk

glances over his quarters.....So much for that flask of liquid that

Nek had given him.

Losing a dice hand and winning this as a good will gesture? Still a

winner in Rysk's book. But that would have to wait. Rysk looked for

his duty boots and

pinned his insignia on. Off to Security.

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