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AUX Henry Sumner, SCE

Postby C. J. Short » Mon May 02, 2016 11:08 pm

"I just want you all to know that I hate you, and I have no doubt that in a proper contest of wits, I would send you all crying home to the parent of your choice," Henry said dourly. "That being said, I fold."

He tossed his shitty 2/7 hand towards the dealer, Adams, amidst a few chuckles and headshakes at his characteristically acerbic admission of defeat. It was all in good fun, and Henry was pleased that he didn't have to explain that he was joking any more. Were he being more reflective, it might occur to him that he'd never had this on a ship before. He'd cut down on the constant reflection, however, and was simply enjoying a fun evening with his engineers.

"You keep saying that, but I don't think we've ever seen one of these wit battles," pondered Jes.

"I don't want to make you guys feel bad. That's believable, right?"

Jes rolled her eyes and checked, which prompted an immediate raise by N'pram, who was not subtle.

"Oh boy," muttered Komal, who tossed his cards casually.

"You're like a walking tell," chided Adams, who called.

"... That's what she said?" said a hesitant N'pram, looking to Henry to gauge whether that was a proper use. Henry just stared at her for a moment before chuckling and shaking his head, soon joined by the rest of the table. N'pram smirked despite her blush. She was somewhat new to the group, but was starting to fit in, something that filled Henry with an odd sense of pride. That had been something of an overlooked part of his time in Starfleet; he'd always been good with his subordinates, and that had been unfortunately overshadowed by his erratic behavior. It was only now that he was a civilian that he was beginning to appreciate it.

"So what do you know about Sigma Rho?" asked Jes, once the laughter had subsided.

"It's old and in disrepair," answered Henry. "It was due for some upgrades before the invasion, I think."

"Didn't get 'em?"


"So... are we fixing it?" Adams asked, a hint of dread in his voice. Jes finally decided to re-raise, which gave N'pram pause.

"I'm sure we'll be asked to help, but I'm assuming that'll be the primary Engineering crew's focus," Henry explained. N'pram called, as did Adams, who then dealt the flop.

"Are you fuckin' kidding me!?' shouted Komal. "I would have had two pair!"

"That's why you stay in until the flop," prodded Jes.

"With a 3 and a 9? Unsuited? To hell with that," Komal replied. N'pram simply beamed, looking to Jes for her bid before, once again, immediately raising.

"So what are we doing?" Jes continued. "Design testing? Refitting?"

"Nope," Henry answered simply. "You know all that weird shit Starfleet finds? Unknown alien tech and the like?"

"Yeah," Jes answered, a suspicious look on her face.

"Well, someone needs to catalog and make preliminary observations, and that someone is us."

The four of them looked to Henry and then to each other, grinning wide at the prospect.

"That's pretty badass," Komal offered.

"Right?" agreed Henry. Adams took a long look at his cards before calling. Jes was much more quick to do so. Adams dealt the river, prompting another groan from Komal.

"No guts, no glory, son," Henry observed.

"I like how I'm being told off for not being an idiot," Komal lamented.

"We're on an experimental ship heading for the ass-end of space to poke at unfamiliar tech. There's nothing about what we're doing that's smart."

"Amen to that," muttered Jes, making a modest bid. N'pram wasn't as quick to respond, eventually just calling.

"The whole of human history is basically us doing stupid shit that worked out in the end," Adams remarked, calling.

"And what, you took the rest of us with you?" teased Jes. She smirked, causing her Trillian spots to bend pleasantly.

"We're apparently very persuasive," Henry added. Adams dealt the river, eliciting a small whimper from N'pram.

"You do have a remarkable gift for making dumb shit sound fun," Jes agreed. Henry chuckled, watching the final round of betting. For all her early confidence, N'pram was the first to fold, looking defeated. Henry was sure to give her a grin to try to cheer her up, topping off her glass. Adams raised, which prompted a re-raise from Jes; she was making her move. A pair of raises later, and Adams was on the ropes, staring at his cards in anguish, looking over to Jes' confident smirk for any sign he could. With an agonized groan, he re-raised, to which Jes went all-in.

"Oh come on!" Adams complained, tapping his cards briefly before tossing them with a disgusted sigh.

"She's gonna have nothing," Komal predicted. Sure enough, Jes flipped over her cards, wearing a smug, victorious grin.

"A pair of 3s," Adams observed, simply shaking his head at himself. "One of these days, I'm gonna see through your games, Jes."

"Keep telling yourself that," she gloated, raking in her winnings.
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Re: AUX Henry Sumner, SCE

Postby James Greenman » Mon May 02, 2016 11:13 pm

Hah! I absolutely loved that, it was really good to see Henry in a more relaxed attitude, it suits him. And I love the little nuances with the different characters, I can already tell that's going to be a fun bunch to have around on the Rho.

Great log, CJ!
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Re: AUX Henry Sumner, SCE

Postby Einar S » Tue May 03, 2016 12:33 pm

glad to see Henry back, and less brooding! well done :)
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AUX Henry Sumner, SCE - Pre Sigma Rho

Postby Aoibhe Ni » Fri Jun 03, 2016 3:26 pm

Rain. It had to be rain!

And not the good kind if rain that sets the mood for a night of spy work... you know the kind that pours down in impressive sheets, sweeping through the glowing, spherical orbs that passed as streetlights in this shitty little outpost and washing the scum off the streets. No, it was the half-hearted variety that hung in the cold air like fog and stuck to any exposed skin no matter how you wrapped up.

"This asshole better be worth it," Creek grumbled as he wiped his wet face with an equally moist hand. He entered the drinking hole, the fifth one he'd tried tonight.

It really wasn't bad, as far as dive bars went. The floor was mostly clean, the tables seemed sturdy enough, and the glasses were free of smudges, though there were a few chip here and there. Of course, the true draw of a place like this was the complete lack of a replicator, which meant the booze, for whatever quality is was, had to be real.

It was late enough that the place wasn't packed. There were maybe a dozen or so patrons, most sticking to booths along the walls. There was one, however, witting by a table near the stage, watching what everyone else was watching: a voluptuous Orion woman, scarcely clad in flowing silks and chains, dancing seductively around a polished pole. While everyone was watching her, her eyes were solely on the man by the table, some silent conversation happening between the two.

She was dancing to music being pumped out of a sound system that had presumably seen better days, but the seated man hardly noticed. The heady mix of alcohol, thumping beat and the dusky atmosphere had his attention transfixed by the Orion beauty.
The rhythm of the music changed tempo as she closed her performance with a feat of flexibility that would leave any red blooded man at her mercy. All the while, her exotic eyes held on the seated man. He'd been here before, and she liked what she saw.

Creek peered into the gloom and copped the face of the person he was after. As the dancer alighted the stage, he made his way through the tangle of tables and chairs towards the same man.

Henry got to his feet and applauded, whistling after the woman, his head shaking in pure amazement. He was going to to hit that so hard... Picking his glass off the table, he downed the rest of the amber liquid within, wincing a bit either at the taste, or the burn. He eyed the stage wistfully for one more moment before reaching for his heavy jacket, which was hanging off the back of the chair.

Creek reached out as Henry moved away from his table, clutching the fabric of his jacket tightly in one hand. "Henry Summer?" he asked, knowing he was right.

The Orion lingered for a moment at the stage entrance, flashed Henry a smouldering look and disappeared behind the beaded curtain.

Henry lingered on the entrance a moment before looking to the man who'd said his name, and, worst of all, had touched his jacket. He narrowed his eyes a bit, not appreciating his manner at all, and very aware that his business likely wasn't pleasant.

"What?" he answered, glancing once more to where the sultry Orion had disappeared. "Make it quick."
"It won't be," Crick replied, dripping rain water on the pub's grime-caked floor.
"What?" Henry asked, impatience sharpening his features.
"Quick, Sumner. It won't be quick. I have a message for you from Captain Suder."

Creek now had Henry's full attention, the former officer exercising all the restraint he could muster to not punch the man in the face. He tugged the jacket from Creek's grasp, his thoughts of the Orion fleeing quickly.

"Start talking," he muttered, heading for the exit.
Back out into the rain again, Creek realized. This day just kept getting better...
The two men stepped out onto the slick, wet pavement. Creek pulled his own jacket close around his neck and stared into the downpour. "You'd think they'd have a meteorological management system here by now," he remarked.
Creek found himself swiftly pressed against the dive's shoddy siding, Henry's angered glare in close proximity.

"Best start talking real quick," he sternly advised.
"Whoa, whoa, buddy," Creek gasped nervously. "OK, OK..." He raised both hands in surrender. "Jeez, you're worse than the last guy."
Henry tightened his grip, feeling his rage start to boil. "You're still not talking," he growled.

"Finding it hard... to breathe," he rasped as his jacket fabric closed in around his neck. This information didn't loosen Henry's grip at all. In fact, it tightened it.
"Suder needs... your help. She asked... for you by name. You, a Bajoran doctor..." Creek swallowed with difficulty "...and a human Engineer."

This didn't assuage Henry's anger any, but he loosened his grasp all the same.
"I don't appreciate being fucked with," he said in a dangerous tone. "Who put you up to this?"

Creek rubbed his jawline. "I told you. Captain Suder. It's some big project she's working on, I don't know all the details." He dropped his hands and fished around in an inside pocket.
Pulling out a small holo-memorial block, the small projector unit shining in the room street light, he offered it to Henry. "DNA lock, buddy. It's all on there, apparently."

Henry snatched the device from Creek, not taking his eyes off the man for a few more moments before looking to it.
"Beat it," he instructed, turning the small cube over carefully in his hands.

Creek tugged at his jacket, discomfited. "So, that dancer in there..." he chanced, "is she, you know... available now?"
Henry slipped the device into a pocket inside his jacket.
"No," he said simply, giving the man a small shove for no apparent reason before heading back inside.

Some time later, Henry sat outside, dressed only in trousers. The rain had stopped, but the air was still damp and cool. If he'd been looking, he might have noticed the sky slowly starting to lighten to the North. His attention, however, was placed squarely on the device in his hands. With a soft sigh, he pressed his thumb to a small panel on the side, and waited.

"Tony," the audio began before the image appeared, "Dremel..." a miniature of Kesh Suder coalesced over the devise. She looked more homely than usual. The added weight oddly suited her. "Henry..."
She expression lacked any of the million emotions it normally conveyed. "Much has happened since we last met on the Belligerent."

She stared ahead, unseeing, expressionless. "Much has been... recovered, as you see, but much has also been lost."

She held her hands behind her back, perfectly symmetrical. "I want your assistance. If you are willing, please report to the Starfleet Intelligence facility located at Selma Two. There, your expertise will be welcomed." She paused, tilted her head in thought, nodded to herself and continued. "We have much to discuss."

The message ended. Kesh disappeared.

Henry merely shook his head before rubbing his eyes.
"Dumb bastards didn't even get her appearance right," he muttered. He could think of a number of reasons why someone would want to use Kesh Suder posthumously. What he wasn't sure about was why they would come after him. Of all the people who knew her, he was the most sure she was dead.

As the sun continued to rise, Henry got dressed, and ordered breakfast for two. After a morning of playful, flirtatious banter, he gave the Orion a passionate kiss goodbye and returned to his hotel room to pack his things. He had planned to head straight back for the Jormungandr, but that would have to wait.

Someone wanted his expertise on Selma II. Someone would get his expertise on Selma II.

All of it.

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Postby Gunther Vermeulen » Sat Jun 04, 2016 9:43 am

Nice! Love the atmosphere
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Postby Einar S » Sat Jun 04, 2016 10:40 am

damn right son! that was fantastic
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AUX Henry Sumner, SCE - Pre-Sigma Rho

Postby C. J. Short » Mon Jun 13, 2016 12:02 am

The room was lit by several small light sources, each one emitting a warm, low glow that softened each shadow and smoothed out every sharp angle of the holomatrix constructed across the expanse of the walls and ceiling. Kesh appeared by degrees in the centre of the room and stood in perfect silence, patient, unblinking.

Henry was roughly shoved inside, casting an annoyed frown back at the security officer that had so politely escorted him. Asshats; they'd brought it on themselves, being all cryptic. Sure, their message made sense now, but how was he supposed to figure it out?

Kesh had been dead, to his understanding. He would never have guessed what exactly they'd needed his expertise for. So, he hacked a few non-essential systems, looking for a backdoor. If he'd really wanted to 'compromise' them, there were much simpler ways, like the grenades he'd brought.

With a huff, he turned his attention to the assembling hologram, trying to ignore the butterflies in his stomach. He watched as she came into being, not as unnerved by her manner as some might be.

"You put on weight," he said, by way of greeting.

Kesh stared at Henry, her eyes thoroughly scanning his entire body. "I weigh nothing," she informed him bluntly.

"Volume, then," he muttered, moving to stand before her. He looked at her blank expression, reminding himself that this wasn't supposed to be the complete Kesh Suder. This was just an interface.

"You're proving hard to kill," he then said, injecting come levity for his own sake. There was a significant part of him that wanted to explode into some form of emotion, whether joy that she might be alive, or rage that she was in this state. 'Just an interface,' he thought to himself. "So... how are you, with all this?" he asked, knowing it was probably a dumb thing to ask.

Kesh remained completely still. "I am... relieved you are here." It was the most complete answer she knew how to give. Observing him, she noted his relaxed posture, his informal tone. It contrasted greatly with Admiral Bantree, and Kymar, and any attendants she had interacted with.
"You're not frightened," she remarked, her voice flat.

Henry gave the facsimile a warm, if brief, smile, adjusting his jacket a bit.

"I was never afraid of Kesh Suder," he remarked. "That probably pissed her off. Pissed -you- off." Just because it was an interface didn't mean he needed to treat it like one. He slipped his hands in his pockets, taking a few moments to simply look at her.

"It frustrated me, angered me," she confirmed with a small nod. "However, your intransigence, at times, was also...fascinating, exhilarating."

Henry couldn't help a small half-grin at that. He never would have expected Kesh to admit to a button he could press. The interface's inability to access Kesh's emotions and mannerisms presented an opportunity, one he was struggling mightily hard not to take. He eyed her for a moment before calling for a chair, a simple example of one being generated nearby. He sat and sighed, running a hand through her hair.

"So, why me?" he asked. "I'm neither a neurologist or biologist. I do physics and engineering. What expertise can I bring to this Lazarus project?"

"Your humanity," she replied immediately. She knew exactly why she had requested each of her three former crewmates. "Kymar has experience in genetics, and regeneration, Adalberto will be required for his expertise in holoengineering, you... your role will be diverse," she said, her dark, Betazoid eyes boring down into Henry's.

"You came to assist me at my lowest point, you will remember. Despite our frequent clashes, I came to trust you completely. I will need someone to guide me as I rediscover my own mortality." Her matrix glitched for a moment, then her image reformed. "I will also require you to assist in my retraining. My body will likely not have the strength or speed of reflex I was accustomed to before my death. We... you and I, were always well matched in that capacity."

Another uncharacteristic admission from Kesh, and it caused him to briefly reflect on just how intertwined one's cognitive and emotive senses were. This Kesh was far from complete, and for the first time, Henry felt a mild discouragement at the sight before him.

"'My humanity,'" he echoed softly, his gaze dropping to the floor. The enormity of the task had quietly been troubling him. The variables were incalculable. For all their advances in understanding the humanoid brain, there was still so much unknown. Even if they managed the seemingly impossible task of implanting Kesh's neural patterns into a living body, there was no telling what happened from that point. Maybe she's the same Kesh. Maybe she's a little different. Maybe she's completely different. That was the risk, and that was the question.

"This is what you want?" he asked after a lengthy silence. "I need to know that this is what you want, and not what they want. I need to know that you understand the risks, as much as you're able to in this state. There's a good chance you won't be the same person."

"The alternative is... unwelcome, Henry." Her matrix glitched again, obscuring several words, "-ll my memories are intact. I remember every moment with clarity. All my emotions are present, but inaccessible." She cleared the space between them, shanding before his seated form, commanding all his attention with her eyes. "This matrix is preserving me, but it is not life, and it is deteriorating. In this state, I have limited time before my awareness degrades into nothing. That seems an... unfitting end." She stared at him blankly. "Perhaps you need proof of my consciousness, Henry. Dremel did. It is not unlikely you do, too."

Henry frowned somewhat at the flickering. They didn't really have time to prove anything, and perhaps, deep down, that was the most attractive part of the whole idea to Henry, save getting his friend back. He got to his feet and stared into the hologram's black eyes.

"If I had any doubt, I wouldn't be here," he offered. "If this is what you want, we'll move the heavens to see it done."

Her arms hung loosely at her sides, seemingly relaxed as she nodded once in acknowledgment of his sentiment.

"I do not need the heavens moved." Her posture was wholly lacking in tension, a strange thing for Henry - who had spent most of his time with Kesh arguing about one thing or another - to witness. Without her shackles up, she seemed entirely different.

He continued to stare into her eyes, all the while desperately trying to swallow what seemed a torrent of the unspoken that had remained between them. Their last meeting had been a good one; they'd even hugged, an embrace he would vividly recall whenever he felt down. It had been good, but it had not been complete. Kesh had been taken before anything else could have been said, or even hinted at.

The ever-present child in him wanted to say it all then and there, while he was sure she could hear it, even if she couldn't truly process it. But the man in him, the burgeoning adult, quelled it for now, or at least most of it.

"I'll be here when you wake," he said softly, his stoic expression only faltering a little.

"Thank you. I believe that will be helpful," Kesh replied simply. "We have no report on Tony, Henry. The messengers have not been successful in locating him. It's believed he's gone AWOL. Perhaps you will have better luck tracking him and bringing him in."

"He's hit a bit of a rough patch," Henry said with a small nod. Sara had told him what happened. He didn't blame Tony leaving. "I can look for him, and I'll ask him. Is there anything specific you want me to say to him, or do you have one of those fancy boxes for him?"

"You will be furnished with a message unit and any equipment you require. If he still refuses... tell him... space can be a cold place without friends... " She tilted her head as she spoke. "Perhaps, Henry, I have not appreciated mine as I should."

"It happens," he said with a slight shrug. "It's easy to get lost in things that seem important." He took a step back, giving the hologram an assuring smile.

"I'll bring him in. We'll get you fixed up," he promised.

"I am satisfied that you will," she responded, her body flickering in and out of visibility. "I will collaborate with Dremel while I await your return. Godspeed, Henry."
He got the distinct impression he was being dismissed.

"Don't strain yourself," he said. "If the matrix starts to go, you shut down and let us do the rest."

"I will."

She bowed her head once in agreement, and before Henry knew it, she had disappeared like a ghost.
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Re: AUX Henry Sumner, SCE

Postby Einar S » Mon Jun 13, 2016 11:53 am

I loved that! Fantastic log you guys :)
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AUX Henry Sumner, SCE - SD 11606.26

Postby C. J. Short » Tue Jun 28, 2016 11:29 am

"A man may die, nations may rise and fall, but an idea lives on." - John Fitzgerald Kennedy

Jes was something of a miracle worker, every bit one of those fabled Starfleet Engineers who could make replicators from rocks. She'd managed to an intact secondary power relay, and now the Rho's ME had emergency lighting, fully ten minutes prior to core startup. It didn't take long for everyone in the room to wish she hadn't: a full score of Tzenkethi corpses littered the ground floor, and those were just the unlucky bastards not to be immediately vaporized. Cursory scans suggested a fair number of them had been wearing plasma-resistant armor, which would have been solid-enough protection against, say a Romulan hit squad, but not for the hell a fully-vented EPS could bring.

Slightly less horrific, but no less devastating, was the damage to Engineering. They might be able to get the core restarted, but there were no guarantees they'd be able to actually direct the power anywhere without several hours' work with hydrospanners, flux couplers, and probably a goddamn soldering iron.

"So, long story short, shit's broke," Jes helpfully pointed out. Komal gave a short, mirthless laugh.

"It's not so bad," Henry stated, perhaps unconvincingly, judging by the glowers and incredulous states pointed his way.

"Look," he said, grabbing a PADD and checking the core's initialization process. "It's a lot, I know. But we don't need to tackle it all at once, right? Jes, priority systems."

"Uh, life support first, then Ops, then defensive systems," she said, nodding to herself.

"Right," agreed Henry. "We've got about five minutes until the core is powered up. Komal, you take Team Wrench and get ready to start tackling life support. Jes, Team Needle, up to Ops. Team Anvil will head to the shield generators; we've got enough ships in support that weapons can wait."

People had already begun gathering equipment, thanks again to Jes. Komal and Team Needle, the power-flow regulation team, left first. Team Wrench, inter-system connections, was next, though Jes lingered behind, giving Henry one of her looks that he'd yet to decipher.

"One thing at a time," he said, giving a reassuring smile. She only smirked before following her team out.

"Gonna be a long day," he muttered to himself, returning to Core Control.
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Re: AUX Henry Sumner, SCE

Postby Einar S » Tue Jun 28, 2016 1:20 pm

geez, what asshat did that damage to engineering anyway? loved that log CJ
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