Daily Logs 8-24-14

I. Retcon: Yesterday before the departure, Rorin and Kelsey catch up
II. Roca asks Rorin for a report and Rorin has a bad day
III. Reyos gets lost on Kanto and Jalen finds him



I.
Kelsey: *in her LS quarters, getting together everything before moving back to the Legacy*
Rorin: *amongst some other things he spent /a lot of time/ meditating since they got back to their time line* *is now wearing Betazoid civvies and eventually heads for Kelsey's quarters, chimes*
Kelsey: Enter! *is crouched over a bag, closing it up* *the room is pretty bare except for the furniture; she didn't bother with decorating or bringing anything but the necessities (and her plants) since she knew her quarters would be temporary*
Rorin: *opens the door* Hi. *small smile, seeming a bit tired, but there's more of his cheerful composure than he's had in the future*
Kelsey: *looks up and smile* Rorin, come in. How are you?
Rorin: *enters, closes the door behind him* Ah, better now. Being back is good. *glances around curiously* Also, I was worried for you. *looks at her* Are you all right?
Kelsey: *nods and stands* Yes, I am fine. *ish. sorta. will be* Are you?
Rorin: Soon, yes. *small nod* I'm getting there. Eh, but-- *points around* Are you leaving?
Kelsey: *nods* I miss the Legacy, and it seems that things happen to the Lina Sophia now and not the Legacy. I feel like gambling on that holding for a while longer.
Rorin: Heh. So perhaps, in terms of curses, it is the crew and not the ship. *tilts his head* I should have placed a bet, before the missions on the Lina Sophia started, but then again I don't believe in curses.
Kelsey: Then would it not have been pointless?
Rorin: Ahhh, for the sake of the bet? For fun, perhaps. *small grin* Or for winning.
Kelsey: *snorts* You do not stop. Always so sure.
Rorin: Guilty as charged. *^^°* But winning is just so much better than losing.
Kelsey: *grins at him* Now there, I cannot fault you or say that you are wrong.
Rorin: Hah. *grins* I could get used to that.
Kelsey: Do not. *teasing grin* It is not something that will happen often.
Rorin: Ahhh, pity. *crosses his arms, grinning* But being right is as well so much better than being wrong. *pause, reconsidering* Well, except when it's not. *oO*
Kelsey: So is making sense better than not making sense. *which that sentence doesn't make sense but details*
Rorin: *low chuckle* I prefere making sense, yes. But, as for the bet, a few other Officers talked about it over lunch before the missions started and the crew was split up. But I doubt that they were serious. *though, you can never tell* They were just making fun.
Kelsey: That seems likely. For some reason we are never serious until the situation demands it. *unless you're Jackson*
Rorin: *isn't Jackson ^^°* A coping-mechanism, yes. I do that as well, mostly. More, when things get bad. Less, when they get really bad.
Kelsey: Because it is harder, then, and less useful.
Rorin: *nods* It wouldn't do me any good, at least. I tend to become harsher.
Kelsey: Mmm, yes, I think that is true.
Rorin: *tilts his head thoughtfully* Hm. Do I still seem any different? I was certain the meditation put me back at ease. *^^°*
Kelsey: You are better. *nodnod* But I meant that you become harsher when things are really bad. I have seen it.
Rorin: *raises both brows* On me, or...? *a very precise question, well worded*
Kelsey: *blinks at him, puzzled expression* On you. *did I not just say that*
Rorin: Well. Did you mean me? *coughs* You said you've seen it. Did you mean... /me/? *gestures at himself*
Kelsey: *somehow understands that* No. Not you, but you. *because that is equally as clear*
Rorin: Ahhh. *nods slowly, understanding* I hope he behaved. *somewhat concerned, less because of his future self but because Kelsey must have met him on that Hattan ship and things weren't plesant; he wasn't there but one captivity is very much like the other, in a way*
Kelsey: He did. He was very nice. *once he wasn't so rude*
Rorin: Glad to hear that. *small smile* I was sort of hoping I could meet him, but I may have a good guess what he was like.
Kelsey: I think you do. I like you better.
Rorin: *nods* Me too, yes. I like myself better the way I'm now. Calm, cheerful, perfectly modest, with the preference to win because it's better than losing. *^^°* *he said modestly, mhm*
Kelsey: *giggles and rolls her eyes* And entirely full of *shit*...yourself.
Rorin: *low chuckle* It's a copig-mechanism for all the critique I receive. For example, some people say I'm careless of danger, can you even imagine.
Kelsey: The nerve of those people! How rude of them, really.
Rorin: *exaggerated sigh, slight headshake* I really have no idea what they're thinking.
Kelsey: Perhaps they think they have your best interests at heart.
Rorin: *tilts his head* By advising me to better not take an even closer look at what's so fatally interesting?
Kelsey: Yes, of course. How else to keep you away from fatal things?
Rorin: Hm. Tie me down? *smiles, coughs* I once figured that it's unwise to include the possible chance to loosen your straps in a plan, even when you're usually quite good at untieing yourself. So I suppose tying me down would work, to keep me away.
Rorin: Hm. Tie me down? *smiles, coughs awkwardly* I once figured that it's unwise to include the possible chance to loosen your straps in any sort of plan, even when you're usually quite good at untying yourself. So I suppose tying me down would work, to keep me away from fatal things. *^^°*
Kelsey: I will carry rope with me, then. To save you from yourself.
Rorin: That's so considerate. Thank you. You're a true friend.
Kelsey: I try my best to take care of my friends.
Rorin: I'm trying my best to return the favour. And I'll try not to run into fatally interesting things during the next assigment. *tilts head* Ahh, but it's rather unlikely.
Kelsey: Unlikely that you will try, or unlikely that there will be fatally interesting things?
Rorin: *sheepish grin* Ehhh, both? Though I meant that I'm not expecting any trouble. *except he's aware that trouble is a moody thing that comes and goes whenever it pleases*
Kelsey: Well, be careful then, if there is trouble please?
Rorin: *small firm nod* All right, will do. It may come surprising, but I'd very much like things to run smoothly this time, without any trouble.
Kelsey: I will try to control my shock.
Rorin: So far, you're doing well. *small smile* Can I call you next week? To shock you some more, because I'm still in no trouble. *of course*
Kelsey: *nods* Yes, please. *face breaks into a smile* I would like that.
Rorin: *smile widens* All right, then it's settled.
Kelsey: I will see you then. *now I am done talking* *thank you for your visit*
Rorin: Yes. Have a good time on the Legacy and don't run into any trouble yourself, okay? *^^* I'll see you, Kelsey.
Kelsey: *nods* Yes, see you, Rorin. I will stay safe. *hopefully* *smiles*
Rorin: Good~ *heads out ^^*



II.
Rorin: *is still near the town where he received his Houndoom, in a meadow-y area* *talked with some of the locals and interacted with his new furry friend, but is now looking around for someone from Starfleet, someone he knows*
Roca: *is still not in Starfleet – by the love of Cardassia! -, but approaches the nearest forest, crossing the meadow-y area in some distance, accompanied by her big, grey female Durant*
Rorin: *spots Roca in the distance and skips those Starfleet-plans, heads towards her, the Houndoom follows* *coming closer, he sees that it's Roca with! By the four deities! Is- is this an /ant/?!* Rocaaaaaa! *^^* Hello~
Roca: *oh great* *manages to not roll her eyes, but crosses her arms over her Cardassian armour and tosses her head back* Mh, what have we here? The hyperactive Empath and his soulmate.
Rorin: *hurries, talks while he's still walking towards her* Yes, exactly. And he even missed you.
Roca: *has stopped, leaving the Durant to its nearby search for leaf* *snorts* Which he? *looks from Rorin to his dog* You or… that’s a little too small to ride it, isn’t it?
Rorin: Heh. Me. *glances at the Houndoom that's walking by his side and stops when he does, in a polite distance to /Glinn/ Roca* And this is a dog, no horse, one doesn't ride it. *tilts his head*
Roca: Who’s riding horses?
Rorin: Terrans, for example? *amused* Do they ride dogs, on Cardassia?
Roca: Well. *smug grimace* Not if /this/ is a dog. We have riding hounds on Cardassia, but they /are/ /a bit/ taller.
Rorin: *blinks* Ah, really? *glances at the Houndoom, which lied down next to him, at the moment not so much interested in Roca but watching her Durant* Ehhh, they must be really huge if you can ride them. I think I prefer the pony size. *^^°*
Roca: *the Durant, though, doesn’t pay attention to the Houndoom at all* Suit yourself. What are dogs good for? *if you can’t even ride them* *has seen a few on Earth, but, ah, ants were more interesting*
Rorin: On Earth they say "a dog is man's best friend". *but you may not consider that useful, so* Also, they were used for hunting or tending sheep and in some snowy regions they pull sleds. *shrugs, small smile* I like this one here. It's called Houndoom.
Roca: *ew, snow!* *shrugs* I’m a woman, though. So I prefer my Durant. *if I /have to/ take something like that with me. But actually it’s kinda fun*
Rorin: *glances at her Durant again, then back at her, excited* It's an ant! A giant ant! *in case she hasn't noticed* Are your ants okay?
Roca: Ah, yes? I haven’t introduced them to each other. One says it prefers leaves, but one never knows, right?
Rorin: Heh. Right. *do ants count as meat? does he want to know?* Or perhaps they'd make the Durant their new queen and together they take over the ship. *cheerfully*
Roca: *snorts* Pity it’s not allowed on the ship, is it?
Rorin: Well, as far as I've seen, there's no report about the ship having been taken over by ants, so that'd be something new. In contrast to mind-altering or man-eating nebulas, for example.
Roca: *that’s no answer to her question, but she’ll roll with it* Or your latest hit, nebulas from the future? *tilts head*
Rorin: *it's supposed to be an indirect answer* Ahh, you've already heard about our time trip. Though the nebula is from the current time, quite sure. But it's still odd, seeing that none of us remembers exploring it.
Roca: *snorts* I always knew your Betazoid memory is disappointing, but that you’d forget every call I sat through in the last three weeks is barely tolerable.
Rorin: *widens his eyes slightly, surprised* We called?
Roca: *huffs* Apparently not. *resumes walking*
Rorin: *starts following her, his Houndoom gets up, intending the same* Eh, I'm sorry. *must get these security feeds!* How much do you know about that last mission? It seems like there's a bit of an overlap in spacetime.
Roca: Nothing that makes a lot of sense, so would you care starting from the beginning? *doesn't sound like a request as much as an order*
Rorin: *will do* I don't. *pauses for a second or two* So. We left for the exploration of that nebula, as you know, but when we were halfway there we got pulled into the future. *glances at her*
Roca: And then?
Rorin: Turned out we had pulled ourselves into the future, or more precisely one year older versions of ourselves had. In that future, Starfleet was destroyed and we were at war. *not cheerful anymore, though not exactly sad, it's just no topic to be cheerful about*
Roca: *frowns* Wait, Starfleet /was/ destroyed? I thought the Hattans only attempted to.
Rorin: *small headshake* As good as destroyed. Some people were left, yes, a resistance. But the Hattans had conquered Earth months ago and taken down Headquarters. So, if you ask me, that counts as destroyed but not yet annihilated.
Roca: Then why was I still there? I’m an ambassador to Starfleet. *not to Hatta or some terrorists*
Rorin: Hm. *pauses, realizing that he attempted to ask Future Roca and he did, but then they talked about his problems with the war* I'm not entirely sure. I told you I was wondering about you still being here and you said yes, you can imagine. But then we talked about something else. Your older self told me to pull myself together. *a lot like you'd do*
Roca: *snorts* You were probably whining about the war.
Rorin: *snorts too, but softer* I was not. I'm just not exactly fond of having to kill.
Roca: Where’s the difference?
Rorin: Well, all right. I was struggling with my conscience and considering to, eh, switch it off, so it's easier to kill.
Roca: *shrugs* If you can just switch it off, where is the problem? *and how does that even count as conscience?*
Rorin: Switching it back on is. *glances at the Houndoon, sighs quietly* Switching it off isn't easy as well, but the greater problem is getting it back, to my experience.
Roca: In my experience, first, it’s not your conscience that pulls the trigger, it’s you. Second, it gives you stomach pain and keeps you up one or two nights, is all it does.
Rorin: Yeees, but it does a little more to me. I need more distance than that between me and my victims, so killing them doesn't kill me as well.
Roca: Isn’t that a little bit self-absorbed?
Rorin: Probably. But then again, my sanity is about /me/. So I have to find myself a coping method.
Roca: Don’t kill.
Rorin: I don't, whenever I can avoid it. *and am not at war*
Roca: Did you kill in the last three weeks?
Rorin: *small nod* Indirectly.
Roca: *snorts* /How/ indirectly?
Rorin: Well, I was involved in making attack-plans, I piloted the ship, didn't interfere with these plans /and/ picked a target for testing our new shields, like the Captain wanted. *:/*
Roca: *yeah I have no idea what exactly happened* I seem to recall that whole timeline was deleted, though.
Rorin: Yes, it was. But still, we remember it and it did happen, in a way. I made my decisions. *pause* See, the Hattans used chroniton-based torpedoes against Starfleet. Our older selves brought the Lina Sophia into their time, because they needed the ship to install a certain shiedling against these torpedoes. And after the installation was complete, the Captain wanted to test said shielding by attacking a smaller, weaker vessel, before considering to attack our main target. *pause* Destroying that target finally rewinded time, sort of.
Roca: Which Captain?
Rorin: Vekal.
Roca: Ah. So she was still there at /some/ point.
Rorin: Yes? Yes, she was, until the Hattans abducted her and several other Officers. We attacked this-- test vessel, it went well. But a few days later the Hattans were able to locate us and attacked /us/ instead, because apparently we've had a Sleeper aboard. Then, T'Pah took over.
Roca: *nods* I’ve heard about that. Was it your idea from the start to reset that timeline-thing? *it sounded like it*
Rorin: *tilts his head* My idea? It wasn't /my/ idea, no, and I'm quite sure it wasn't my older selves' idea either, though I haven't met him. He was missing.
Roca: *rolls her eyes* I don’t know what the UT translated, but I wasn’t talking about you specifically.
Rorin: *yes, that makes more sense, he got it* Ah, in this case: it was our future versions' idea. They wanted to have the Lina Sophia to install these temporal shiedling against the Hattans, then go against them again and yes, destroy that device and reset the timeline. *nods*
Roca: Then why did you bother with your conscience in the first place? *somewhat exasperatedly*
Rorin: Because it's still about killing and decisions I've made, although they never happened. *sighs quietly*
Roca: *snorts* As impressed as I am by the lengths you go through just to pity yourself, I asked you to summarise the mission and you terribly fail at doing so.
Rorin: *blinks, glances at her... walks on silently, muted for the moment*
Roca: Mh. I get the feeling I’ll have to ask someone else, then. *walks next to the Durant now, entering the forest*
Rorin: I was under the impression we're having a conversation, but if you want a report, you can have one.
Roca: Then yes, please.
Rorin: Will do. *nods, pauses for a second, then goes on* Well. On August 3, 2275, we, the crew of the USS Lina Sophia, were pulled one year into the future. August 3, 2276. It was explained to us by our one year older selves, that in 2276 Starfleet was destroyed by a species called Hattans, Earth under their command, Statfleet headquarters taken down, officers dead missing or on the run. *pauses, inhales* To defeat the Hattans, our future selves planned on installing temporal shielding on the Lina Sophia to be protected against the Hattans' chroniton-based torpedoes and eventually attack their flagship, destroy the device and rewind the timeline. So after the successful installation of the temporal shields, Captain Vekal decided to test said shields by attacking a smaller vessel. We did that, shields holding. A few days later *forgive the miserable Betazoid brain, it can't recall the date right now* the Hattans located the Lina Sophia with the help of a Sleeper we've had aboard all the time. They attacked, abducted several offciers, one of them was Captain Vekal. First Officer T'Pah took over and under her command we finally destroyed the temporal device and returned into the past. We /thought/ we'd forget everything, but instead we seem to remember what happened in the future, but not what our bodies did in the meantime. The surveillance devices recorded us, but the ships' data is the only evidence of us ever having analyzed the nebula. None of us rememers. *exhales* *see? there* *no feels*
Roca: *humourless, satisfied smile creeps up on her lips slowly* There we go! Well done.
Rorin: *pets the Houndoom's head, walking* So that's what you wanted to begin with? *brusque Roca is brusque .__. but she said well done ^^*
Roca: *snorts* I tried to get an idea of what’s going on from what Loris told me. But she apparently thinks talking in riddles does the trick.
Rorin: Riddles from her, emotions from me. Well, next time you can have your report right away. See? I can learn. *military!*
Roca: I appreciate that very much. *it would be so much easier at home ;_;*
Rorin: You're welcome, Glinn Roca. I'll keep it in mind. *breathes deeply, small smile*
Roca: *low chuckle, pushes something forcefully away in her mind* Now, what do you think of this place?
Rorin: Ahh, I find it quite interesting. I've never heard of it, let alone seen one of the animals. I think I'm going to stay on the planet, mostly. *^^*
Roca: *nods* I’m not too eager to return, either. I’ve been on a Federation Starship for long enough, and this place is exciting enough for a change. With all these animals showing up and attacking at random. *^^*
Rorin: *small grin, glances at her* Want a challenge?
Roca: What challenge? *you’re not talking about /yourself/, are you?*
Rorin: You, me. A duel. *nods at his Houndoom, which looks up at him and makes a noise that's either attentive or excited (or both), doesn't speak Houndoom so well yet*
Roca: *looks from Rorin to the Houndoom* *snorts* You’re no match for us.
Rorin: Afraid to lose, hm?
Roca: *what?* Which part of “let’s” is there not to understand?
Rorin: *grins* State time and date. I'll be there.
Roca: *stops* Here and now. *arms akimbo* Who’s afraid now?
Rorin: *stops too* Eh? *^^°* *blinks* *now? what? really? but I have never ever once-- I wanted-- eh* Here goes. *sh...*
Roca: *sneers* Don’t be a coward. Your pokemon has four or five times better chances even with a miserable trainer.
Rorin: *does it? ahhh, good, he was aware of that, mhmm* I'm not backing off. Let's do it. *small smirk* *... no pressure, it's a beautiful day* *self-imposed doom, we have here*
Roca: *watches him, then laughs* Or would you rather not? *almost attempts to continue walking*
Rorin: *:/* I challenged you. How can I not pull it through now?
Roca: Because it would be stupid. Just think of the humiliation if I defeat you with the little I’ve got, hm? *smirks*
Rorin: I am humiliated already, for assuming we'd have that duel at another day because both of us only just arrived.
Roca: *snorts* All right, I’ll grant you respite.
Rorin: *sighs, small smile (between sheepish and sour, odd mix)* Thanks. *not his day, no* But I'd still like that duel.
Roca: *humourless smile* Oh, you will get it on another day, then. *when I have a greater variety of pokemon to defeat you with*
Rorin: Good~ I'm looking forward for it. *and until then I will know how to bring your Pokemon down* I'll make good use of the meantime.
Roca: So will I. *smirks*
Rorin: *grins* Yes, I'm sure of that. But I do want a challenge after all. *coughs* Still, I might want to figure some things out first. *humiliated, anyway*
Roca: *gives a laugh* I hope you do, otherwise it’s no fun.
Rorin: Ah, you'll have your fun and I'll have mine. *small smile* Is a promise. And I'll see you soon. *walks slower to fall back*
Roca: *realises what he’s up to and continues walking* See you soon, Rory.
Rorin: *smiles and walks even slower, then half turns and goes in another direction, his Houndoom following him*
Roca: *resumes exploring <s>un</s>charted land with her pokedex in her armor pocket beeping every now and then when a pokemon circles in the sky or she’s luckily indeed attacked by something and has Durant to fight it *_**



III.
Jalen: *walking through some kind of forest, Emolga floating beside him, looking through the pokedex at the types of Pokemon there*
Reyos: *somehow got lost in this forest, not quite sure how, has a tall Machamp lumbering behind him*
Jalen: *hearing some kind of heavy footsteps, moves cautiously towards the source of the noise, doing his best to not make any sound*
Reyos: *keeps walking, every once in a while telling the Machamp to keep up*
Jalen: *calls out, with maybe a hint of nervousness in his voice* ...Hello?
Reyos: *turns toward source of noise* Is someone there? *searches pokedex for something that can mimic voices*
Jalen: *well that voice sounds too high pitched for something with footsteps as loud as that* ...Yes. I'm from Starfleet.
Reyos: *calling back, relieved* Well you can come out, it's all right.
Jalen: *I'm already out silly* *walks towards the voice, not recognizing it, so it must be New Person* *smiles as soon as he sees the person's face* Hello. *Emolga floats a little closer to them*
Reyos: *eyeing the Emolga like it might taste good* Hello to you as well. Where are we?
Jalen: *my Pokemon isn't food e.e* We're in the middle of Viridian forest.
Emolga: *continues floating between Jalen and Reyos*
Reyos: Ah, right, I was hoping for something more specific than that... I was with some people and I seem to be lost.
Jalen: *blinkblink* You got cut off from your group?
Reyos: I was following a group of people when this huge Drakan like thing swooped out of the sky and attacked us. *as if Jalen would even know what a "Drakan" was*
Jalen: *doesn't know what a Draken is, but figures it doesn't matter* *concerned look* Did you contact the ship?
Reyos: *gestures toward lapel* Communicator gone, you see?
Jalen: *nods* They're probably looking for you, then. I'll tell them you're all right. *taps his commbadge* Hol to Lina Sophia.
Reyos: It was only a few minutes ago, I don't think they would have noticed.
Tivir: *Answers comms* Tivir here! What can I do for you?
Jalen: *realizes that he doesn't know the guy's name, whoops* Please wait. *turns to Reyos* What is your name?
Reyos: Reyos Talaar.
Jalen: Thanks. *back to the commbadge* Reyos Talaar says he was attacked by something, lost his group, and his commbadge.
Tivir: Ok. I can ask the transporter people to lock onto him via your comm-signal and beam him up, if he wants. I can also ask sciences if they could scan the surface for his missing commbadge and retrieve it, if you'd like.
Reyos: Er... Just retrieval is fine.
Jalen: *shakes his head, even though Tivir can't see it* That won't be necessary. Just have the transporter room lock onto his badge. *turns to Reyos* Do you want to go back?
Reyos: No, I am content to remain on the surface for now.
Jalen: He says he wants to stay here, Tivir.
Tivir: *Then... Why the heck did you call* Then... What can I do for you?
Jalen: I was just letting you know that I found the missing crewman, and not send out search parties.
Tivir: Ok. I'll pass that knowledge on to the command staff.
Jalen: Thank you. Hol out. *cuts connection after a second or so, in case Tivir wants to respond*
Reyos: Thank you... Mr. Hol.
Jalen: *chuckles* Just call me Jalen.
Reyos: Well then, thank you Jalen.
Jalen: *smiles* It's no problem. In either case, I'm glad to meet you. *grins*
Reyos: As am I. *looking at Jalens Pokemon again* Say... what kind is that?
Jalen: It's called an "Emolga". *gestures to his* And yours?
Reyos: I think it's called a "Machamp", all I can say is that it seemed like a good idea at the time.
Jalen: *grins* Why do you say that?
Reyos: I thought it would be able to protect me in case of trouble, but then I discovered some of the local fauna shot lightning.
Jalen: *chuckles* I suppose that's just part of the fun.
Reyos: Another caused the Machamp to hide behind a bush, I didn't even know that was possible to do. *dryly*
Jalen: *shrugs* You learn something new every day.
Reyos: *with not a lick of humor* Obviously.
Jalen: *nods and sighs, pausing for a moment* What do you want to do?
Reyos: I don't know, I thought I would just wander a bit. Well, when I'm not being surprised by multiple meter tall genetically engineered creatures that are somehow able to hide extremely well.
Jalen: *looks a little surprised at that* You seem to adapt quickly.
Reyos: I know some people who would disagree with that point, but I make it my daily goal to endure and last to the end of said day.
Jalen: *smiles, but there's a hint of sadness that he can't quite hide* You'll fit in well here.
Reyos: You sound sad, are you all right?
Jalen: *shakes his head quickly* No, I'm fine. *smiles again* Don't worry. *looks around quickly* Do you want to... wander around? And see what we can find?
Reyos: Perhaps. *starts walking anyway*
*and then they wandered around and talked and stuff*