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William Maxwell - July 4, 2012 04:25 AM (GMT)On

USS Sovereign
Commanding Officer's Office

Will sat there at his desk, with a open magazine over his face, his head leaned back, as a crewmember in the science department, a civilian no doubt, went on and on about 'his' problems. Will had been dealing with the crew's issues for the past few months, since he was their Commanding Officer, while - apparently - there is no Councilor on board. So everyone was bringing their problems to him, some were more serious, some were a little silly, others were highly idiotic. Like this particular science guy is complaining about someone having moved a beaker five centimeters from where it originally was. Really?

Where to begin? A month after they went into hyperspace, they were forced out to let the hyperdrive cool, but stayed in normal space to conduct much needed repairs. It took two months to do the repairs, which would of gone quicker at a dry dock back at Earth, but they couldn't simply hold off the repairs for over five years just to let the dock's technicians to do their jobs.

They lost eight railguns, one heavy railgun, on the port wing, is offline due to having taken too much damage. It seems possible to repair it with what ever parts they can use from the broken, unrepairable railguns, but so far its still offline.

Now, they are in hyperspace, a day away from dropping out for the third time, and Will is ten seconds away from ripping this guys voice box out to keep him from complaining any further.

"Are you even listening, Colonel?"

Will just nodded his head, "Uh huh."

"Well anyways, then the guy has the gull to tell me that my mixture is all wrong-"

Will interrupted the man by grabbing the magazine and slamming it down on his desk, sitting straight in his chair and glared at the man. "Why don't you bitch to someone who gives a dam!"

"I beg your pardon!"

"Beg all you want. I've had it up to here," Will held his hand over his head. "Of you people complaining about something so stupid, that I am so close to shoving a bunch of you in a single jumper, lock you in it, launch it into space, and tow it throughout the entire journey! Now get the hell out of my office."

"Colonel , I-"

"NOW!!" Will jumpee out of his seat and the scientist leaped out of his and ran out of his office. "We'll talk about this insult, Colonel!"

"No, we won't. Not now, not later, not ever! Scram!" Will pulled out a sheet of paper, walked to his door and taped it to the bulk head next to his door, just outside his office. It said, 'If you hear music, I'm in no more mood for childish complaints. Do Not Disturb.' Will then walked back in, closed the door, and walked it. Then he went over to his stereo and started playing 'Born to be Wasted' by 009 Sound System.

Will cranked the volume up a bit then sat down on his couch, sighing heavily in relief. Only to hear the door bell....

"Who ever it is, can't you read the dam sign?"

"It's Logan, sir."

Will barely heard, so he grabbed the remote and turned it down. "What?"

"It's Logan, sir. May I come in?"

Will sighed in dissappointment and annoyance. He got up and unlocked the door. "Enter."

Logan stepped in, "Bad day?"

Will shook his head, "Stupid complaints. What is it?"

Logan handed Will his computer tablet. "It's the hyperdrive, sir. I ran a diagnostic just a couple hours ago, its down by another fourteen percent in efficiency."

Will rubbed the bridge of his nose before examining the data. "How fast are we traveling this time?"

Logan paused for a few seconds, "Six thousand, five hundred and eighty three light years per hour, sir."

Will handed the tablet back, "Dam it. Dam it to hell. We spent two months repairing the ship, and the hyperdrive is still falling apart? What about sublight engines?"

Logan shrugged as he took his tablet back, "We won't know until we drop out, sir. Maybe we should drop out now and see if the Chief can figure something out for the hyperdrive?"

Will threw up his hands in defeat. "Don't think we have much choice. At this rate, our grand children will be the ones getting home, not us. Take us into normal space and run a full sensor sweep of the area, then run at full sublight."

Logan nodded his head, "Yes, sir."

"Dismissed."

Logan left his office and it wasn't long until the ship dropped out of hyperspace. Will started to feel like his promise to the crew about getting them home is starting to stretch real thin. Stretches too far, and there won't be much of a promise left.

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Brian Coffin - July 4, 2012 06:26 AM (GMT)ON

USS Sovereign
ODA 2525 Facilities

Brian sat at one of the equipment tables, with a cleaning kit before him and a SIG Sauer P228, or M11 in Air Force nomenclature, stripped to it's base parts on top of a white cloth as he cleaned the pistol. The FN F2000 he had stolen from the Brotherhood ship those months earlier sat on the table as well, in one piece, though the worn duct tape where Brian had whittled off the Brotherhood's insignia off the grips now wrapped around the grip indicated who owned the rifle.

It had come to him as a bit of a surprise that Sergeant Powers had put him on ODA 2525, and more so that he had made him Alpha Team's lead. Apparently his conduct on the Oblivion had demonstrated to Powers that it was better to have the PJ assigned to the Special Forces unit, rather than just one of the security personnel. Brian had taken time to work with the team, get to know them, and was so far confident with them, as well as with the rest of 2525.

However, that only could occupy so much of his time, and Brian knew good and well if he spent all of his time drilling with the same group of people every day until they got home, he was going to go insane, so he split his time pulling duties in the Medical Bay with Doctor Anderson's people. It helped keep his medical skills sharp, and also gave him an opportunity to learn more, even if a few of the medical types had to get used to the fact he wasn't going to put up with being looked down on because the only degree he had was a Bachelor's Degree in Linguistics from Arizona State University. Besides, he had no intention of taking the Hippocratic Oath, that would pretty much end his career in the PJs, and that was not going to bloody well happen.

Brian finished cleaning out the barrel before he started applying the grease solution to the inside of the slide, just enough to give a layer of lubrication and keep the pistol operating smoothly. He started putting parts back together.

The other reason he took medical duties was to spend time with the medic he met on the Oblivion, Jayden Kells. Rumors were abound about them, which was natural on a ship this small, but when asked, regardless as to what, Brian would politely smile, shrug, and change the subject. First of all, he had no need for rumors, but they did amuse the hell out of him. Secondly, he wasn't sure exactly where they stood. They had hit it off quite well, and he enjoyed her company, but if it was a fault he had, it was that he had a hell of a time with understanding women sometimes. He knew at some point they were going to have to finally establish things between each other. Brian mulled the question over and over in his own mind, because he felt something for her, but at the same time, even if a relationship never came to pass, he was still willing to settle with friendship. It was a strange thing, to be in such chaos thinking about her, but when in her company, all of those concerns seemed to just shut up and allow him to just enjoy the moment.

The SIG came together smoothly, and Brian slapped in an empty magazine before racking the slide a few times to be sure it was just fine, before finally aiming at one of the florescent lights and dry-fired the pistol, a click echoing in the room. Satisfied, Brian set the pistol down, ejected the magazine, and grabbed the box of bullets, feeding round after round into the magazine.

Tensions were certainly in the air. The Colonel looked like he was about to pull the ship over, and more than a few people were sure as heck not getting ice cream, proverbially, at least. Brian was too far down the chain of command to truly know what was going on in the Colonel's head, but the few times he had seen the man, it was not too hard to judge that much. He hadn't spoken much to many of the others he had gone onto the Oblivion with that wasn't on 2525 or wasn't Kells. Major Apcaz had his hands full keeping the ship moving, and he had only seen Lieutenant Newton a couple times since patching her up. Besides, on a ship of nearly fifteen hundred, catching one or two people outside one's field was a bit of a trick.

On the thirteenth bullet, Brian slapped the magazine back into the M11, yanked the slide back until it locked to see the top bullet waiting to be loaded into the chamber. He unlocked the slide, slowly guiding it into place to make sure the round went into battery properly, before thumbing the de-cocking lever on the grip to lower the hammer without setting off the gun. He tucked the pistol back into it's holster, before cleaning up his little mess, putting the cleaning kit away and cleaning off the table of excess grease. He grabbed the F2000, slinging it over his chest, though he had no ammo for it and had only taken it out of the armory to clean it himself, and started making his way to the armory to secure the rifle.

Just another day in paradise...

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Rachel Newton - July 4, 2012 02:43 PM (GMT)ON

USS Sovereign
Mess Hall, Deck 5

Rachel sat in the mess hall taking a break from helping in the repairs of the hanger bay. She sat drinking a glass of water as she thought about her family back on Earth. Being stuck so far away from home had slowly began to kick in. She wondered if anyone on Earth knew of their disappearance or would they just be classed as killed in action. There seemed to have been alot of that in the last few years.

She remembered the Enigma Emergence and how many lives where lost that day. She just hoped that they would return without a big list of all those that did not make it with them.

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Alem Maruki - July 6, 2012 12:37 AM (GMT)USS Sovereign
Commanding Officer's Office

Alem hesitated as he read the note on Maxwell's door. Music blared loudly enough to be heard through the door, but that didn't stop Alem from ringing the chime and announcing, "It's Alem!" The use of his first name indicated that the visit was informal.

Things on the ship had been stressful, but it seemed that, mostly, the crew was settling down. Not like they had much choice. 

Hands clasped behind his back, Alem rocked on his heels, grinning as he waited for an answer.

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Jayden Kells - July 6, 2012 01:07 AM (GMT)ON

USS Sovereign
ODA 2525 Facilities

At first Jayden had had to finagle her way into the sacred 2525 area, being considered an 'outsider', but eventually they had gotten used to her hanging around and didn't give her any guff. Besides, she'd done a good deal of training with them so that she would be prepared if she had to accompany them on another mission.

Padding along the corridor dressed in jeans and a tee shirt, she looked around for Brian, wondering if he was even here. While they weren't officially an item, and she wasn't sure they ever would be, she enjoyed spending time with him. He was a wealth of knowledge on special ops issues and besides, he was fun to tease!

Finally, she spotted him a few yards ahead of her, his swagger a distinct give-away. Breaking into a trot, she moved up beside him.

"Hey! I was wondering if you could come out to play?" She grinned brightly.

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Brian Coffin - July 6, 2012 01:51 AM (GMT)ON

USS Sovereign
ODA 2525 Facilities - Deck 11

"Hey! I was wondering if you could come out to play?"

Brian turned around, already grinning as he faced Jayden. Sure as could be, all of his concerns evaporated at the sound of her voice.

"Oh I don't know. I made my bed, cleaned my guns, ate all my veggies." Brian smirked, "Yeah, I just gotta secure my waffle gun here. Then we can go play and have whatever hilarious antics you and I come up with."

Finishing the trip to the locker, Brian put the F2000 back inside, securing it, and shut the locker behind him, clicking the lock in place.

"Okay then, antics time. What's it going to be this time?" Brian said with a grin as he leaned back against the locker, tugging down on the top of his Air Force issued ABU utility uniform.

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Jayden Kells - July 6, 2012 05:13 AM (GMT)ON

USS Sovereign
ODA 2525 Facilities - Deck 11

"Oh I don't know. I made my bed, cleaned my guns, ate all my veggies." Brian smirked, "Yeah, I just gotta secure my waffle gun here. Then we can go play and have whatever hilarious antics you and I come up with."

"Goody!" Grinning, Jayden fell into a skip-step beside him. One of the things that she liked about him was that he didn't take life too seriously and was willing to goof off now and then.

Finishing the trip to the locker, Brian put the F2000 back inside, securing it, and shut the locker behind him, clicking the lock in place.

"Okay then, antics time. What's it going to be this time?" Brian said with a grin as he leaned back against the locker, tugging down on the top of his Air Force issued ABU utility uniform.

"Well...we could play tetherball, only we don't have one..." She shrugged, then gave him a sly grin. "What about doing commando raids on your team mates? I have some balloons we can fill with shaving cream..?" Her grin widened. "It would be good practice in strike and evade, right?"

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Brian Coffin - July 6, 2012 05:54 AM (GMT)ON

USS Sovereign
ODA 2525 Facilities - Deck 11

"Well...we could play tetherball, only we don't have one...What about doing commando raids on your team mates? I have some balloons we can fill with shaving cream..? It would be good practice in strike and evade, right?"

Brian laughed, almost wishing that Jayden's playfulness would catch on with more people just to make this trip easier. Almost, except that it was one of her many endearing traits, and that made her all the more unique in his eyes.

"You know, after that last bit of antics of a similar nature, Sergeant Powers wasn't a happy camper with us." Brian replied with a grin, "But hey, if that's the price it takes to get people to lighten up on this tin can, I'm game. Didn't sign up to serve on the USS SOURvereign, last I checked."

Brian pushed off the locker, falling into step with Jayden to the lift, "I can't stand all the negativity on this ship. Sure, it sucks that we're a ways from home, but it's not all doom and gloom. We can meet new folks who don't already have a grudge against humanity, maybe one of 'em can fix up the dings that the Major and his crew haven't been able to. Then we get home, and because we were so far out, we probably get a big celebration party, which will be freakin' sweet of course, promotions all around, and choice assignments galore. Then we take our hilarious antics to somewhere more fun, as the Sovereign's Antics Specialist Team, right?"

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Jayden Kells - July 6, 2012 06:32 AM (GMT)ON

USS Sovereign
ODA 2525 Facilities - Deck 11

Jayden laughed. "Don't let the cap'n hear you talking like that, he'll have you keel-hauled, not a good thing in space." She knew how dire their situation was, and that the chances of them ever seeing home again were nil, but there was nothing that would change that, particularly brooding.

"Sovereign's Antics Specialist Team?" She rased an eyebrow. "We'd be in the walker Olympics by then!" Hitching up the waist of her pants, she hunkered over, pretending to have a walker. "Come along, sonny," she crooned in a high-pitched falsetto, smacking her gums with her lips covering her teeth, "we have Marines to assault!"

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Brian Coffin - July 6, 2012 07:11 AM (GMT)ON

USS Sovereign
ODA 2525 Facilities - Deck 11

"Good news, everyone! We'll be home soon. But I won't see it, because I'm a bag of dust." Brian replied back, doing his best to sound like the "Professor" from Futurama.

"Besides, what're you complaining about, I'm the old one, remember? I just hide it so well, I'd probably get carded." Brian said in his normal voice before laughing, "Besides, this here's an Air Force ship, so I do believe we can't keel haul people because we have no tradition for it. In fact, I don't think we have enough sailors on this tin can to do any good boat traditions right. In conclusion, I'm not getting keel hauled, so nyah." Brian concluded as he stuck his tongue out. He then punched the button to call the lift to Deck 11.

"But in all seriousness, do I accept that we have a pretty bad position? Yeah. I have my concerns, but I also have faith. Faith we're gonna get home, in the crew and staff, and even this here boat we're going to have to call home. I can still laugh, so we can't be completely boned." Brian said, turning serious, "And I'm not going to let it get me down, nor do I plan to give up, not until this ship puts into dock, or until the last one of us is dead, and frankly, whoever tries to gun for the latter option is going to be very disappointed for a very long time."

For a moment, the words he really wanted to say started to come up, but were quickly suppressed as the lift doors opened up, instead replaced by a ready smile, a hand motion into the lift, and an "After you.".

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Jayden Kells - July 6, 2012 07:48 AM (GMT)ON

USS Sovereign
ODA 2525 Facilities - Deck 11

Jayden looked over at him as the conversation took a more serious turn. She, too, had her own thoughts on the future, as well as what had been left behind, and for a moment was sober, but when he lightened the mood, she happily went with him. She was in too good a humor today to brood.

"There's always cribbage and bridge, right?" She stepped into the lift. "In the mean time, I guess I'll have to ration balloons. Of course, it might not be as fun pelting crotchety old men who can't get out of the way anymore, so we may as well enjoy the sport while we're all still spry!"

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Brian Coffin - July 6, 2012 04:14 PM (GMT)ON

USS Sovereign
Lift Departing Deck 11

"See, now, I do know some card games from my time at Nellis...and how I can't stand poker so I just play blackjack...or go-fish...or 52-card pickup. But that's only fun if you have someone else, because then it's just cleaning." Brian resumed his previous banter, "And besides, we might meet some alien race that lives on a planet where they harvest balloons. And ice cream. And other good things. Aaand I'm rambling."

Brian paused for a moment, before grinning like an idiot.

"I think that's a sign. We need some ice cream. Provided someone hasn't bogarted all of it. They can have the lame gross flavors. Like pistachio. Or green tea. But after we complete our little mission."

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William Maxwell - July 7, 2012 02:13 AM (GMT)On

USS Sovereign
Commanding Officer's Office

After Logan had left, Will had returned the volume of his music of 009 Sound System back up, but only for a short while. When he heard the chime go off again and then heard a muffled voice that sounded like Alem, Will thought that maybe it won't be so bad to have the XO in his office after all.

Will sighed before turning the music off and walked to his door. Will hit the button in which unlocked and opened his door. He reached out and took the sign down before gesturing Alem to come in. After Alem did came in, Will would hit the button again, closing the door and locking it. It would indicate many things...still not wanting to be disturbed...in a meeting...or not in his office.

"Sorry for the music, but lately people have been coming to me to complain about petty issues rather than express their own problems." Will said as he went over to his desk, opening a cabinet and pulled out two glasses and a bottle of whiskey. "With no Counselor on board, since Command didn't think we needed one at the time, the crew pretty much rely on me because I'm their Commanding Officer. So what can I do for you, Alem? Care for a drink?" Will asked, holding up the bottle, it was the finest whiskey Will was able to get his hands on, plus he loved it. Single barrel Jack Daniels, black label Number 7. Course, it don't mean Will don't try different kinds of whiskey, he just liked this one the most.

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Jayden Kells - July 7, 2012 05:24 AM (GMT)ON

USS Sovereign
Lift Departing Deck 11

"See, now, I do know some card games from my time at Nellis...and how I can't stand poker so I just play blackjack...or go-fish...or 52-card pickup. But that's only fun if you have someone else, because then it's just cleaning." Brian resumed his previous banter, "And besides, we might meet some alien race that lives on a planet where they harvest balloons. And ice cream. And other good things. Aaand I'm rambling."

"And here I thought you were Brian!" Jayden shrugged, adding, "I hope you're right about the ice cream!"

Brian paused for a moment, before grinning like an idiot.

"I think that's a sign. We need some ice cream. Provided someone hasn't bogarted all of it. They can have the lame gross flavors. Like pistachio. Or green tea. But after we complete our little mission."

"So, what? Are you a rocky road man? Or maybe mint chocolate chip?" She grinned, wrinkling up her nose. "I know! Spumoni! Uck! The fruit cake of ice creams! Me, I prefer cookie dough or Chunky Monkey."

The lift stopped and she hopped off, heading down a corridor. "The balloons are in my quarters, we can grab them and the shaving cream and get to business!"

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Alem Maruki - July 7, 2012 05:53 AM (GMT)ON

USS Sovereign
Commanding Officer's Office

"Sorry for the music, but lately people have been coming to me to complain about petty issues rather than express their own problems." Will said as he went over to his desk, opening a cabinet and pulled out two glasses and a bottle of whiskey. "With no Counselor on board, since Command didn't think we needed one at the time, the crew pretty much rely on me because I'm their Commanding Officer. So what can I do for you, Alem? Care for a drink?" Will asked, holding up the bottle, it was the finest whiskey Will was able to get his hands on, plus he loved it. Single barrel Jack Daniels, black label Number 7. Course, it don't mean Will don't try different kinds of whiskey, he just liked this one the most.

"Thanks, I'd love that." Settling comfortably into the chair across the desk, Alem leaned back, grinning. "Did you by chance just tell a crewman to 'scram'?" He chuckled and shook his head. "As Executive Counselor I was thinking that maybe you needed to unload? I'm all ears!" He realized how important it was for them to support each other and put up a solid front, and venting to each other would be an important part of that.

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Mission #2: "Nightmare"
Chapter #1: "And So It Begins..." | Chapter #2: "Calm Before the Storm" | Chapter #3: "Fun with Friends" | Chapter #4: "Down to Business" | Chapter #5: "Shooting From the Hip" | Chapter #6: "Getting Ready to Move" | Chapter #7: "Dreaming While You Sleep" | Chapter #8: "Unexpected Company" | Chapter #9: "Mi Casa, Not Su Casa!" | Chapter #10: "It Just Got Worse..." | Chapter #11: "Fight or Retreat?" | Chapter #12: "Sovereignty Lost" | Chapter #13: "A House Divided" | Chapter #14: "Cannot Stand" | Chapter #15: "Sovereignty Found!"
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