| Welcome to USS Renaissance. We hope you enjoy your visit. You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use. If you join our community, you'll be able to access member-only sections, and use many member-only features such as customizing your profile, sending personal messages, and voting in polls. Registration is simple, fast, and completely free. Join our community! If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features: |
| Memorial Service | |
|---|---|
| Tweet Topic Started: Mar 19 2011, 07:11 PM (153 Views) | |
| Scott Freeman | Mar 19 2011, 07:11 PM Post #1 |
![]()
Former XO
![]()
|
(OOC: Following the proposed idea for a memorial of some kind, I've decided to launch this topic, as a seperate thread, so it doesn't take up mission space. I'll open, and if Miko doesn't feel like a dramatic speech at the close, I'll also close this with Freeman. Feel free to add in a post per character...main & npc alike. Let everyone develope around the first real obstacle we've gone through...and overcome...basically, post thoughts...possibly a one piece conversation with someone...reactions to the mission, by end of episode 1.) Scott stood looking out the window, watching the Xindi workers along the outside of the hull, effecting repairs to the battered vessel he currently called home. He still didn't feel one hundred percent, but considering he'd nearly died, he was strangely okay with that. He'd gone over the whole sequence of events, from coming aboard, till now, so many times his head hurt. Scott was not normally a paranoid man, given to conspiracy theory, but he was also not a huge believer in strings of semi-related coincidences, either. Fact: The Renaissance was a crew full of people Starfleet Command believed were destined to be failures. They had been lumped into this one ship, supposedly for the purposes of rehabilitation. Fact: Key elements of the crew, were so ingrained in their behavior, standard rehabilitaion procedures would never work. In fact, some of the behaviors were possibly beyond rehabilitation being the wisest of courses. The Renny had all manner of criminals and degenerates on board. Some of them very dangerous, and equally sadistic. Fact: The ship itself, was far from being in any shape to have undertaken a Delta Quadrant mission. Fact: The ship's path put it directly into an ambush, against enemies who knew exactly where to hurt this particulr version of the Ambassador Class, the most. Fact: There were certainly people who would benefit, if this experiment he was the executive officer of, failed. Given that Scott had most of these facts, prior to the pair of engagements, there was a certain sense of logic, that he shouldered much of the blame, for ordering the ship to investigate the distress call, as well as pursuit, so blindly, of the escaping craft. True, that Miko could have countermanded either order, but Scott doubted she'd ever directly countermanded anything. The crew had, by now, heard of his valiant efforts to hold off the assault on sick bay. He wondered how much they'd still be thinking it was heroic, if they truly knew how little thought he'd put into that act of stupidity. He glanced around, noting this was the first time he'd entered the Dubliner in uniform, and had even worn his dress uniform. Purpose. It was both a Starfleet tradition, and his agreement with Maya, that making some note of the fallen, in full honors, would be good for moral. Miko had been too preoccupied with recovery, and her normal distracted nature, to have voiced any solid opposition. Scott gave a brief nod to the Master-At-Arms, who sounded the ship's signal, bringing the crew, or those who had any respect for the dead, at least, to attention. And with that, Scott tapped his comm badge, immedietely going to shipwide.... "We have chosen to take this moment, to pay our respects to our fallen comrades...." (Tag....everyone!) |
![]() |
|
| Maya Takagi | Mar 24 2011, 07:30 PM Post #2 |
![]()
Chief Counselor
![]()
|
Under Counselor Takagi's orders, Ensign Sorok had prepared a holographic display of each of the 43 crew members lost in the attacks. It was a remarkably low number given the damage the Renaissance had sustained. The friends and teammates of the deceased could each look upon the faces of their fallen comrades one final time. The Counselor herself, similarly attired in dress whites, stood in the Dubliner for the first time. Certainly the drinking and carousing that happened here at other times could form camaraderie, if not character, but she'd never be caught dead here during regular operations. But to come for a memorial service - that she could hand. Maya was comfortable with this type of event. It was necessary for molding the crew into some semblance of unity. The Counselor was seeking a unity of purpose - the type that could be built by honoring their fallen heroes as martyrs, and reminding the crew that they were part of something greater than their individual selves. She hoped that the ship wouldn't have to sustain losses every time they ventured out into space in order to bring people together. Maya admired the gathered crowd. Scott certainly seemed suited to the task before him. She expected that he would make a fine Captain some day, if he lived that long. The crew had come to look up to him, and she only hoped that they would eventually feel the same way about Miko. |
![]() |
|
| Dalek O'Connor | Mar 26 2011, 01:41 PM Post #3 |
|
Chief Medical Officer
![]()
|
Dalek stood solemnly, yet at attention alongside the other senior officers of the Renaissance. He'd taken part in a few funerals and memorial services in the past, but mostly tried to avoid them. Particularly non-Betazoid services. The emotions coming off of others, humans especially, normally had him fighting with everything he had not to well-up into a sobbing mess. Though Dalek felt his own sorrow and remorse greatly, this service was a bit different, he soon realized. There was grief and sadness of course, but an overwhelming sense of anger and rage was the prominent feeling in the room. And with good reason, he felt. They'd initially responded to a distress call. Well-intentioned in their endeavor to help someone in trouble, only to be ambushed without cause or provocation. Then to be boarded and these fallen crewmen ruthlessly slaughtered. Dalek himself felt violated and victimized. This ship was not just their place of work. It was their home. An enemy they didn't even know they had, had broken into their home and started killing. If Commander Hayakawa hadn't taken the initiative she had, there was no doubt that more Starfleet lives would have been lost. Not even 50% of the enemy corpses had been killed by phaser fire. She had single-handedly taken out a hundred and some odd number of the rogue Xindi invaders. They'd been lucky. As Freeman concluded his speech, Dalek approached him and extended his hand. "Well said, sir.", he said with a firm handshake and a respectful nod. "Take it easy on the alcohol, okay?", more of an order than a suggestion. The man had just recently undergone brain surgery, after all. Turning to Maya, Dalek instinctively opened his mind to her and conveyed his desire for bonding. It was customary on Betazed to comfort one another telepathically during times of great sorrow. Generally the women were considered to be stronger than the men and better at dealing with negative emotions. |
![]() |
|
| 1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous) | |
| « Previous Topic · Crew Interactions · Next Topic » |
| Theme: Zeta Original | Track Topic · E-mail Topic |
2:00 AM Jul 11
|










2:00 AM Jul 11