by Mellice Cem and Keiran O'Sullivan
91109.16
Following Set Free
-=Sibalt=-
91109.16
Following Set Free
-=Sibalt=-
Special Assignment Event Log: Lt. Mellice Cem.
Stardate 91105.00
It appears that my timing so far couldn't have been more perfect.
Especially when it came to testing the two crews as to if they could truly figure out that someone other than Jelca and her staff was behind the sudden storms and high winds that have plagued their combined efforts to set up base camp most of this evening.
I believe I managed to pretty thoroughly confuse them at this point. They put Samson to work on the faulty grid- and I went to work on Samson from afar and by remote.
I manipulated the controls and just as he was getting really frustrated I then simply shut the rain off completely.
I think he thought he'd successfully hacked into the system, but he's going to get a rude awakening coming tomorrow if he tries it again. He may think he was successful (or at least may be reluctant to admit that he didn't really do anything if he does know it) but in any event, later he'll discover it's not so easy to turn down the sauna-type heat I've got planned for tomorrow's
ground combat exercise.
I suspect that in the next few days as the games wear on, that I'll really be putting myself into the thick of things and I'm looking forward to it.
Indeed this has been the most fun I've had in quite some time now.
The holographic blind that went offline exposed the hot spring that I found to use as a natural hot bath. I waited until both the men and women of each team had gone before getting one myself to clean up with. Truly this minor set-back nearly exposed my hidden base camp but with some quick thinking and even faster moving I managed to avoid detection by either team.
I have moved my base camp further into the woods and have found another hot spring to use as a bath. Jelca and her command staff have been informed of the now faulty blind. I hope they can either repair or remove it without the others seeing it.
Mellice finished his typing, shut off the PADD he had out and he then placed it back inside his pack.
"Tomorrow will be an interesting day..." he thought aloud.
He sat before his fire while the fish he had caught in the river cooked in his small camp pan. Taking up the spatula, he flipped the fillets over so they could finish cooking. "Very interesting."
-=Base Camp of the Serendipity and Alchemy Crews=-
Keiran O'Sullivan watched his wife as she once again stood across from him, on the opposite side of the largest fire pit at the campsite.
He knew very well the look in her eyes.
It was a look that told him that her mind was far away and yet, the smile that had just begun to slightly raise the corner of her mouth told him that she was finding her way back.
O'Sullivan's own eyes moved along, taking in the sight of the officers crowded around the crackling flames. The weather net had finally, mercifully, shut off the rain and that seemed to have improved everyone's mood quite a bit.
So had the baths in the hot springs and putting some food in their stomachs, even if those meals were only standard Starfleet rations.
Watching them, he couldn't help but shake his head in wonder. Each member of this team was so unique, such an integral part of the whole that he had no trouble at all understanding why Liis loved her crew so much.
The crew of the Serendipity truly was one of a kind.
When Keiran's stare met with Vol Tryst's, he slowly lowered his head in a nod of thanks. Whatever the Counselor had said to Liis it had apparently helped her a lot, and for that O'Sullivan could be nothing but grateful.
The Betazoid smiled gracefully, inclining his head as if to say, 'that's what I'm here for'.
Keiran was so focused on communicating his thanks to Tryst that he was unaware his wife had started towards him. He was pleasantly surprised as Liis came up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her chin against the the back of his shoulder.
"What are you thinking?" She asked softly. He brought his arms in, enclosing hers as she continued to hug him.
"Was thinkin' that these are some of the very best people I've ever had the privilege ta know."
-=The Next Morning=-
"Are ya reall'a gonna do this to 'em, Liis?" Keiran cringed. "A bugle would be a hellofa lot kinder, yeah?"
She grinned at him wickedly, wiggling her eyebrows. "I know."
She raised the small electronic amplification device to her lips, being sure that it was set to 'echo' so that if the volume of her voice didn't startle them, the resonance of her words would.
She sighed softly, taking in the beauty of the hazy sunrise, enjoying the last bit of silence of the still, undisturbed planet around her.
She took in a long deep, cleansing breath.
"RISE and SHINE!" She shouted with glee.
Groans, screams of shock, and various grumbles of the
discontent emanated from the tents surrounding where she stood.
"Get up, get dressed, and get out here. We've got our work cut out for us this morning."
TC Blane, who had been up for awhile already, poked his head out of his tent. He'd won the draw to have a tent to himself last night, and so had really managed to sleep rather well. He felt rested and ready for the challenges of the day.
He approached, whistling a few bars of Reveille, and nodded to her and Keiran each in turn. He eyed the pile of weapons that was on the ground before them. "Target practice?" He inquired hopefully.
"Simple rules, last man standing is declared winner and takes all for their team." Zanh explained, then she frowned slightly to TC. "Tryst is going to have an advantage here."
"Telepathy."
"Yeah, that. Also, he is damn good at a game similar to this back at home..." Zanh explained. "We're gonna have to watch out for that one. He's full of surprises."
-=/\=-
As she stumbled out of her shared tent, Lair Kellyn grumbled. She took the water bottle she'd filled from the hot spring last night, long since gone cold, and dumped it over her face in an attempt to wash the sleep from her eyes. She considered it highly ironic there could be any need to do so since she had really not slept much at all.
She shivered and shook her head, trying to clear her mind of the fog that seemed to have seeped into it from the very ground around her overnight.
She was soon greeted by the very perky voice of Jamie Halliday as she stumbled somewhat blindly onward.
"Any advice for me?" he asked brightly. "It seems our next game involves firearms and I know you're very good with them."
"Yeah." Lair grumbled. How he could possibly be so awake so early in the morning and so happy to be here was beyond her ability to comprehend. "Don't get shot."
Lieutenant (jg) Mellice Cem
Assistant Security/Tactical Chief
USS Revolution NCC-71605-A
Games Saboteur
and
=^= Keiran O'Sullivan
Security Liaison
The Alchemy Project
Assistant Security/Tactical Chief
USS Revolution NCC-71605-A
Games Saboteur
and
=^= Keiran O'Sullivan
Security Liaison
The Alchemy Project