[USS Chimera] SD: 240812.16 Personal Log LtCmdr.MaiKai Rodgers

 

-=-/-\-=- Starbase UNITY -=-/-\-=-

-=-/-\-=- MaiKai & Rachel's Quarters -=-/-\-=-

 

 

Mai had been pulling holograms out of a small box that was placed on her bed in her new quarters on the Starbase.  She was down to the last few.  The ones she liked the most she decided to put them on the nightstands in her room and then put a couple in Rachel's room on her nightstand as well.

 

MaiKai knew that her place was no longer on the Chimera.  She would have stayed if that's what Rick would have wanted and she would have gone off the Chimera if that's what Rick would have wanted.  MaiKai just wanted to be with the little family she had made.  But with what has happened as of late, Mai knew what was best for Rachel was to stay with her on the Starbase.  Being able to do this allowed MaiKai to be able to visit Earth more often then she could have to see Sarah, her sister-in-law, her niece, Annie, her dog that she had to send home, Kaine and even Rick.  Mai hoped that all would start to turn up.  She knew it would have to take a lot more time then she would have liked, but she really gunned for things running smoothly.

 

Mai was only going to work part time to start off with.  They gave her the Department Head of Pediatrics which Mai was fine with.  A huge difference from being a Chief Medical Officer aboard the Chimera, but Mai was sure she would adjust just fine.  She knew that this would also be best for the two since Rachel was going to start transitioning into school and all. 

 

Now she had taken a seat on her bed and was outlining the edges of the hologram with her fingers; skimming over the surface.  It was a picture of when Rick and MaiKai had taken a picnic together in a Holodeck.  It was honed in on Mai wrapped in Rick's arms as he has his head rested oh her shoulder.  Both smiling having the best time.  MaiKai only stared at it a moment longer before putting it on the nightstand. 

 

She pulled out a second one it was of Rick's and Mai's wedding.  It was small and planned all at the last minute, but yet it was one of the most memorable days for Mai.  Her realizing that this was her family: Rick's family and she didn't need anyone else.  She put this hologram on the opposite side of the first one on the same nightstand. 

 

MaiKai then got up and walked around to the other nightstand with the box of holograms.  She sat on the other side and picked up another hologram.  It was a picture of her in the middle and her brothers on either side of her with Kaine in her lap.  That was her family back home that she would claim and love them and try and look after them forever.  The second picture she pulled out that would go on the nightstand with this picture was of Rachel when the three of them went on another picnic.  Rachel was wearing a very pretty sun dress to match her mother.  Rachel was just skipping through the flowers and Mai just wanted to stop time at that moment.  Watching the care-free child frolic in time.

 

Mai then stood up and carried the box that was even lighter now into Rachel's room.  Rachel was playing with a few of her toys being quite so her mommy could finish unpacking; doing just as she was told.  "Mommy!" Rachel stopped working on the puzzle that she was putting together to give her mother a great big hug.  "You've come to put pictures in my room now?"

 

"Yes dear. Here's one," Mai pulled out a picture of all the three of them cuddled on their old couch together just being goofy and saying the most random of things.

 

-=-/-\-=- End Log -=-/-\-=-

 

Lieutenant Commander MaiKai Rodgers

Head of Pediatrics

Starbase UNITY

 

&

 

(NPC) Rachel Rodgers

Child Civilian

Starbase UNITY

    apb: Mai  

 

 

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[USS Chimera] Sd 240812.16 Joint Duty Log, Counselor & AOPS, Cmdr. Athena Wellington & LtJg. Martin Dexter

"shane.guzman@mojwap.sk" <shane.guzman@mojwap.sk> wrote to chimera@ucip.org:

=/\= Mess Hall =/\=

Athena had been walking by one of the mess halls when a
fragrant smell made her stomach growl. {The place is quite
busy.} Her trey held french onion soup with some crusty
bread, a sandwich that was loaded with turkey and bacon,
provolone cheese, lettuce, onions and guacamole and an ice
tea with lemon. {Where to sit.... an empty chair ... who
would I be sharing a table with perhaps.... uummm...
Dexter.} She walked over to where the man was sitting by
himself and asked, "Mind if I join you?"

Dexter was about to start his shift {Damn, I need to report
to the COPS} and decided to have some little meal before
duty. He entered the first mess hall on the way from his
quarters to the bridge and got a fine smelling tuna salad.
Like usual, there was no company for his, so he devoured his
meal all alone … until … the well-known Athena
Wellington came to his table.

"Erm .." he staggered with his mouth full, "well …
of course, yes … you're welcome. Commander" he managed
to say at last.

"Thank you," Athena said as she sat down.

There were two complexes that Dexter was suffering from.
First was the bad luck in duty matters. He was a member of
the Chimera for several years … in fact he served even on
Chimera-A … and for this or other reason, he was
overlooked with a promo … being only a meager LtJg. He
dreamed to become the CTAC in time, but all he's got was
AOPS … The second point was his (even worse) bad luck with
women. In his 28 years, he had no girlfriend and was
generally believed to be boring by the womanhood on board.

"How's your meal," Athena asked before tasting her soup.
{HHHmmm.... that hits the spot.}

"It's good, good" Dexter said swiftly, not really
answering her question but rather agreeing. He would say the
same even when asked how was his last waste disposal duty.
"And yours?" he asked not really realizing that Athena
did not start eating yet.

"Well... the soup is tasty... but its the only thing I've
tried so far. Are you ok? Do I make you nervous," she
asked as she observed his lack of eye contact and sensed his
unease.

"Huh" Dexter said a bit startled, "is it that
obvious?" he asked. He paused for a moment, gathering his
thoughts before saying: "To be honest Commander, it's
not very common that high ranking officers sit with me at
one table and women even less. You're both of that and I
ask myself what I have done wrong to earn your attention
…"

She smiled and laughed a bit; then motioned around the room,
"There really wasn't much of a choice. Besides just because
it isn't common doesn't mean it can't ever happen. Don't be
afraid to live life." She reached her hand across the table
and touched his arm making what she was saying even more
personal.

"I mean" he said, "that the last time a Commander
talked to me I was told that despite the time I worked in
operations, I shall not become Chief ops, but a fresh
transfer will get that position and the time before I was
told by the Captain that I have to leave tactical" He
paused, "so I wonder what will happen to me now …"

"Take a risk to be a little different ... work outside that
little boxed you put yourself in... You might be surprised
at the results," Athena offered with a smile of reassurance.
"Now tell me something would you be happier somewhere else
or are you truly happy here?" Athena sensed that her new
question didn't put him any more at ease. "Answer
truthfully, now," she urged.

"I … I do not complain, Commander" Dexter replied
carefully "and I follow my orders regardless of my
personal feeling". Sounded the text-book answer of a true
and narrow Starfleet officer.

"That's not exactly the honest answer I asked for... so
which department do you prefer more," Athena asked.

He did not want to sound too ambitious so he said nothing at
first: "Well, if you insist … to be honest, well …
then I must say that I enjoyed tactical more then
operations. I know that there are some positions free in
that department …" he left the sentence unfinished.
There was a special position free in tactical – Chief
Tactical Officer, but such a position was beyond his grasp
… but not dreams.

"Would you like me to say something to the captain," she
asked and continued, "because if you take the time to make a
request for a change ... I'll tell the captain what I
think."

Dexter looked at Athena with mixed feelings. She made him
believe she is more or less on his side and that she wants
nothing bad to him. On the other side … drawing on one the
attention of your Captain was never a good idea … one
could easily end on waste disposal duty …

Not wanting to sound like a coward, Dexter nodded at last:
"That might be a good idea, Commander. I'll send a
transfer request to the Captain. Thank you"

====== End of log ======

Commander Athena Wellington
Counselor
USS Chimera – C

&

LtJg. Martin Dexter
Assistant Operations Officer
USS Chimera – C

[USS Chimera] SD: 240812.15 Personal Log 2ndLt. Nyx

=/\= SB 234 - Unity - promenade =/\=

Mnemosyme sat quietly on a bench watching people as she waited.  {I've had quite the full day and could really use that drink now.  A good work out this morning followed by a few boring reports.  An interesting conversation or two or three and then I got to become a pin cushion.}  She sighed {three hours of my life that I will never get back.  They took a hair sample from both colors, drew blood several time, took a saliva sample and even a skin sample.  Final analysis all our tests that were taken today indicate that the person claiming the be 2ndLt. Mnemosyme Nyx is identical to the Mnemosyme Nyx that entered boot camp a few years ago.  Just a fancy way of saying that my original medical info matches the info they took today.}

 

She watched as a couple of marines looked her way and then quickly moved on.  {That coupled with the fact that I was assigned to this abysmal place about 7 and a half months ago should give the new CO the information he wanted.}  She stood from the bench where she had been sitting and stretched her legs out a bit by first walking about 5 steps one way and then 5 steps the other.  { I hope that super glue stuff is as good as its billing from that woman or else I'll be transferring for ....my own safety.}  She shook her head as if that would get rid of her wayward thoughts. 

 

{I've certainly gotten myself into a lot of trouble today.   And I still think that Bluethistle needs to get away from here and that his brothers horse ranch is just the place he just needs someone to go with him at the moment.... do I dare to suggest that it be my immediate boss.... or perhaps the new CO... talk about two people who are uptight.}  She looked down at her outfit.  {Why did I pick this?}  She ran her hands down the silky blue short-sleeved blouse.  {At least the black pants aren't flashy.... damn .... if only he weren't coming from that launching party.... I could be in jeans ... or my uniform.}

 

=/\= End Log =/\=

 

2nd Lieutenant Mnemosyme Nyx

Jr. Counselor

SB 234 - Untiy 

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[USS Chimera] SD: 240812.15 Joint Log LtCol. PontBrillant & 2ndLt. Nyx

<<sometime before meeting with Shane>>

 

=/\= Unity =/\=
Mnemosyme stood one of the upper levels looking down at the people moving to and fro below.  She watched as a single drop of water dropped from her hair as she hadn't bother to dry it when she was done
showering.  She was barely aware that someone had come up beside her.  She looked slowly to her right and noticed the all too inquisitive Strategic Officer standing there.

Vlimar was climbing up the stairs to the Promenade. His intent was to relax, with a cup of tea, over viewing the lounge, and the massive viewport. But, as he was climbing the stairs, he saw a familiar face, Nyx. Vlimar smiled, as he walked towards her, holding his cup of tea.

"Morning, Nyx", he said. "Passing the time?", he asked, nonchalantly.

"I guess you could say that," she responded turning to face him.  She took a relaxed position against the railing, "And how are you this morning?"

Vlimar smiled. "Oh, I am just wonderful, how about yourself?", he asked. "Is it raining out?", he asked, sarcastically.  Vlimar pointed at the table behind them, as he moved towards it,
sipping his tea.

She reluctantly pushed herself away from the railing to join him at the table.  "I'm well."  Mnemosyme watched him for a second or two before asking, "You look like you've been working hard.... on anything
interesting?"

Vlimar shrugged. He was up since 0400 hrs that morning, reviewing crew files for assessments. "Well, interesting, not really... Crew review and training schedule", he said.

Vlimar sipped his coffee, then looked at Nyx. "What about you?  How's your day, so far?"


"Productive," she answered, "perhaps a bit slow."  She looked around at the other tables observing the people around them.  "The launching of the new chimera seems to be creating quite a stir for the whole base," she changed topics.

 

Vlimar smiled. He saw that swift shift of subject. It was a weird feeling that Vlimar had, at that exact time. He felt that Nyx was bored by his presence, bored by him... It was the first time Vlimar felt this from a woman.

Vlimar looked at Nyx. "Are you bored, Nyx?", he asked, directly.

Her gazed snapped back to him, "No... why do you ask?"  She wasn't bored by him, she was just doing what she always did to protect herself.

 

Vlimar smiled. "Nothing, don't worry..." he replied. Vlimar sipped his tea, looking at Nyx. He wanted to know her more, but that self-protecting reflex she had was very hard to pierce... even for an Ace Tactician as Vlimar.

"Dinner, tonight?", he asked, simply.

She was taken a bit of guard and immediately blurted out, "Aren't you going to be busy... the launching," she tried.

 

Vlimar looked up, almost bursting into laughter. "You're right...", he said. "How about after? A late glass of wine?", he added.

Vlimar just had a thought. The Chimera was leaving, which means less people on the Starbase for a little while. It also means that he loses 4 Ops officers, all transferring back to Chimera.

{A glass and he will probably already had some champagne...} "That sounds fine," she responded almost formally as she worked things out in her own head.  The padd in one of the many pockets in her pants beeped indicating that she had a message.  {Its from ...him... I can tell by the lethargic dull beep ... it matches my boss so probably.}

=/\= End Log =/\=

 

Lieutenant Colonel Vlimar PontBrillant
Deputy Commander / Strategic Operations Advisor / Acting Chief Engineer
SSF First Taskforce

&

2nd Lieutenant Mnemosyme Nyx

Jr. Counselor

 

SB 234: UNITY

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