Xandra

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Anger was a funny thing , changing in intensity but always consuming. During the last month aboard the QoB , Xandra experienced all of its forms. The murderous , overwhelming rage she first felt had morphed into a more calm , resolved emotion. Being consumed by it was the only constant. Her anger was no longer focused , or intended for one person. It didn't even have a reason anymore . MoQtal, the Bolian Gular , Sargh, her new life aboard the Klingon vessel even Mench's death , all of it was almost inconsequential to her now . She no longer required a cause. She dutifully served as the ship's main physician . Working closely with M'eklah , the Klingon who had been acting as a makeshift doctor before her coming on board. Her dislike of the man and of all of his race only added fuel to the fire burning inside her. Her time off, between shifts, was divided between two things: Starring at the ceiling in her quarters, waiting for sleep, which rarely came, and training. Xandra had been used to have other do her bidding, do the physical work for her. This time, when the timing would be right, she would get her own hands dirty. Training in hand to hand combat and into sword fighting was a popular activity on the ship anyways . Her routine did not raise any questions, even though Xandra knew that some crew member were suspicious of her motives. She often returned to her quarters, bruised and bleeding. She welcomed the pain , it was the only thing that dulled the anger. Often she would wait hours before fixing a fractured rib or running a dermal regenerator over her skin, savoring the pain , letting it wash over her. To everyone around, she was perfectly normal. Sarcastic, self-entitled but hard working as she had always been. Xandra spent her entire life wearing a mask, hiding her emotions. This one was one different, not harder to conceal but from time to time she would catch Smokey's worried look when she passed him in a corridor or in the mess hall. The young man seemed to notice something different in her, but then again, had known her before . "Before" was Xandra's way of referring to her life before the Anger. A time , when petty things like greed, wealth, comfort, men use to mean something to her. They had been the core of who she was but they seemed meaningless now. Hatred, Anger, Rage and of course Vengeance were now the forces governing her. She had been mad before, especially when she was taken prisoner aboard the other QoB but it had subsided , it wasn't like this. She had found herself aboard the other QoB, and she always had the option of returning to Starfleet with some well thought off cover story if she would have wanted. She had a contingency escape plan well thought off. She had chosen to stay as a member of the crew, not because Mench had broke her spirit but because it suited her. This was different. She never chose any of it . And all of her back up plans seem to be ending the same way: with her body vented through the nearest airlock at best, fed to targs at worst. Being trapped fed the Anger. Anger fed the Hatred. She hated the Captain for obvious reasons and he probably only tolerated it because Xandra kept her hostility towards him well contained and never really challenged his orders. She hated Gular with a passion; her angry thoughts having designated him the scapegoat responsible of everything. Xandra was glad to see him go. She hated Sargh, but then again she always hated him. Her reasons were no longer vain, though. She had other reasons than the scar on her stomach to wish him dead. She hated Morgan for the predatory disgusting way he had to look at her . She hated Fox for his weakness of character, for his lack of backbone. For caring for her She hated K'mLak, M'eklah and Shark and most of the crew simply because they were Klingons and she hated Klingons. Xandra knew something in her head had snapped outside those mines a month earlier, but the rest of the crew seemed oblivious to that fact. "Leave them in the dark” She told herself. “When the time comes, they’ll never know what hit them"

Putting herself into a situation where she didn't know every possible outcome was not in Xandra's habits, not before joing the QoB's crew anyways . The last few months had been at best predictable. As much as life on a rogue Klingon vessel could be , but the latest development in the Goldrock mission had taken her completely by surprise. And surprises were not amongst the doctor's favorite things. Since boarding the new Klingon ship on which she was expected to serve, Xandra kept playing back in her head the scene outside the mines. Trying to figure out once more which side Sargh was on. She knew he would pick Klingons over humans on any given day , but something in the way he talked and acted made her doubt that he was part of the traitor faction that betrayed the Commander and the rest of the crew. That doubt was the only thing that made her accept the captain's offer to join his crew instead of trying to flee or hopelessly fight. She hated the fact that she couldn't get the image of Mench on the ground slowly bleeding to his inevitable death. No matter how selfish she was , her professional instincts told her to help the man, while her survival instincts told her to leave him there and take care of herself. But what was really annoying her was not some guilt over her failure to uphold her Hippocratic oath. The fact that Mench was left to die on that bare rock should not have been affecting her so much. But it did . Xandra was angry . Angry at the Klingons for screwing up their plans, their mission, their crew. Angry at Sargh for standing by and acting so weirdly . Angry at Smokey for giving up on Mench so easily and accepting his fate as a new "member" of MoQtal 's crew. Even thought both their reactions were expected from a Klingon and a abandoned child that grew up staying alive due to his self- preservation instinct. And most of all , she was angry at herself for caring . The Commander should have been nothing more to her than one more man . Sure she coveted him , but the fact that he was left to die should not have annoyed her for any other reason than that she never got to pin him down in her collection ....the butterfly that got away , simple anoyance . No matter how much Xandra lied to herself she knew it was more than that. A bitter laugh escaped the doctor's lips when she realized that she was reacting just like the Klingons she despised so much; filled with need for vengeance. But she knew that vengeance would have to wait . Contrary to the Klingons , she was not ready to die for it . She would sit tight, observe , wait for the events to unfold , wait for the right moment to to make them pay. … And get the hell out of there .

Prime example that Cats can also give someone the "Evil Eye"

Strapped to the tank’s seat next to Mench, bouncing around every time to tank passed over an uneven rock formation in the canyon, Xandra was quietly listening to the discussion between Sargh and the Commander. Sargh’s ideas about the mysterious Bird of Prey reminded her of the comment she made a while back. What if the other Klingon ship was also hired by Mench’s contact as a back up plan in case they failed their mission ? A contingency plan to insure the success of the plan , that had been her first thought. But the more she listened the more Sargh made sense, she inwardly made a disgusted face at the fact that she was agreeing with the Klingon . Anybody reading reports of the incidents would automatically assume that the QoB was responsible. They were already on Starfleet watchlist, after the starbase incident they probably won themselves the top spot on their most wanted list, courtesy of the elusive Klingon ship. Xandra tuned out the conversation as dozens of questions popped in her head at once. How did they know where the QoB would be each time? Were they somehow tracking them? Detecting them through the cloak? Was there someone on board feeding them information? Who were they? Why were they following them? Why were they trying to get the QoB’s crew blamed for attacks on Starfleet installations? Were they another rogue Klingon ship? If not who hired them? Mench’s contact? The Klingon Empire? Someone else? A more pressing question formed in Xandra’s mind as she held on to her seat as the tank started a vertical climb. How long before the mysterious Bird of Prey made its next appearance?

Welcome aboard!! :blink:

Can I get .. "Deliciously Evil " Thanks

Err Am I the only one who has a problem about crashing things on the moon ?!?!?

Most of the time, the wall panel between the improvised liquor cabinet and the teak rocking chair looked like any of the other wall panels in Commander's Mench quarters. It was nearly impossible to tell from inside his quarters that a series of hinges near the floor allowed the panel to swing downward. All it took was the release of a lever in the cabinet's lower right cubby, concealed behind several bottles of course. Once swung out of the way, the panel revealed one of the secrets of Commander's Mench's quarters -- the cockpit of a simple, two-man yacht. The vehicle was taken from a Ferengi merchant ship raided almost eight months prior. It was small enough that Commander Mench figured he could squeeze it inside the hull beside his quarters without any lumps visible from outside the ship. A bit of stripping out of hull materials by Lieutenant Pike and a quick green paint job allowed Mench to keep an escape chute for himself. Mench was sure he could keep the vehicle a secret by assuring Lieutenant Pike that the second spot on the seat would be reserved for her if he ever chose to bolt. This secret was now blown, but it was no big deal -- he figured the Goldrock would be his ultimate ticket off QoB, and he was already scheming how to use the armored car to make his getaway once payment was received. Bekks Collins and Smokey watched as several bottles of brandy rolled out of the yacht's cockpit, followed by a case of cigars and a stack of false ID's. Commander Mench was crouched in front of the long seat, clearing out his 'emergency supplies' from underneath. It wouldn't do for the Starbase 215 crew to discover this stuff on an escape pod that had supposedly been used by two slaves to escape a Klingon pirate ship. Mench crawled out of the concealed space and looked at his two officers. Xandra -and- K'mLak had done a fine job of making Fox look like he'd been beaten senseless and beyond recognition. His inability to identify himself and the difficulty of getting a match on his face would make it difficult for the station's crew to locate him on Starfleet's Wanted list. Xandra looked like she'd taken a few scrapes as well, but Starfleet only recognized her as being missing, not outlawed. "Good to know where you keep the good stuff," Xandra said, looking down at the brandy bottles. "You never know when you have to go on a really long trip at short notice. Get in," Mench stepped aside and waited for the two officers to squeeze into the yacht. He looked at Xandra. "I hope you know what you're doing. They're going to be skeptical of anything you say, so you'll need to have good answers to anything they ask ... including where this came from." He tapped the seat of the yacht. "Commander, I'm almost offended," Xandra replied. "Haven't you noticed by now that I have answers to everything?" She shrugged and quietly added, "Or maybe I've just been overestimating you. Oh well." She leaned back comfortably in her seat, looking almost blase. "Careful, Ms. Collins," Mench warned before looking over at Fox. "Smokey, as soon as you've got a chance to slip away, do your thing as quickly as you can. Your number one priority is to knock out their external sensors so we can get our second team over without revealing the ship, but feel free to knock out anything else if it will help you -- security systems, for instance." The grisly-looking Fox nodded and Mench continued to Xandra, "Maintain your cover as long as it's useful, but look out for ways to cause a distraction. Their security will start looking for Smokey as soon as he's unaccounted for, and you'll need to help him any way you can." Xandra nodded. She was already playing out potential scenarios in her head and felt no need to add anything. Mench leaned down and grabbed the hatch of the yacht. "I'm sure you two can figure out how to fly this thing. If you can keep it in one piece and we manage to retrieve it, you'll be in line for a bonus." Smokey was already scanning the yacht's controls and working out their functions. Xandra glanced at him, then grinned at Mench as he lifted the hatch. "I think we can handle it from here. We'll be seeing you shortly about that bonus, Commander."

Xandra walked back to the Qob's medical bay thinking back on her conversation with Mench.The man was really getting under her skin in more than one way. She could not size him 100 % but she knew instinctively that underestimating him would be a terrible mistake. " You're always one step ahead of the game " she had told him in the cargo bay. "Even one ahead of yours X " the annoying interior voice told her.The thought made Xandra clench her fists slightly. She knew she should be laying low , staying under the commander's radar, but she couldn't help herself. For Xandra everything was a series of mind games, a power struggle, and Mench was the best "opponent " she had in years . As much as clueless, malleable people like Smokey were useful they did not present much of a challenge. At times, Xandra grew bored of toying with the likes of Fox, hence why Mench was nice ....distraction.... "No times for distraction!! Nice or otherwise .... Something is going here. FOCUS! " she thought as she reached the part of the ship housing the small medical bay. Mench had asked her if she noticed any suspicious Klingons lately . It reminded her of an incident the week prior, one she had dismissed without a second thought . Suffering from mild insomnia since her "transfer" to the QoB , she often walked the corridors at night . Even if it wasn't helping her find the sleep she was looking for, it was , as almost everything Xandra did, serving a purpose. Lots of things took place at night, even more so on a rogue Klingon ship, and the doctor was someone who liked to keep herself informed, never knowing when a certain piece of information could come in handy . 5 days prior to the quasi fiasco on Gandora , she was having one of her long sleepless nights and decided to swing by her office to verify that the list of supplies needed for restocking was indeed completed as she requested. The wall chronometer displaying 03:28 was the first thing she noticed as she entered her office. The second was a rather large Klingon with his back turned as he was rummaging through her desk. Middle of the day or middle of the night , Xandra was not the kind of woman to let her guards down. She had her blade pulled out, aimed at the smelly male 's throat , even before he noticed her presence. She could smell the bloodwine on his breath as he turned around. It didn't stop her from asking in her usual overly sweet voice " Any medical emergency I can help you with ?" her icy glance a obvious clash with her voice . The Klingon stuttered , almost passed out on her chair , mumbled what she took for an apology before exiting her office , hitting the door frame as he passed it . Satisfied that nothing was missing from her office and that , as far as she could tell, nothing sensitive was accessed from her terminal. She dismissed the incident as another side effect of Klingons being Klingons and of bloodwine flowing a little too freely on this ship. Xandra was cursing herself inwardly when she reached her office. " This is what happens when you loose your focus .. you get sloppy!!" First that Bird of Prey decloacking right in front of us, then the two Klingons on Gandora that seemed to know about Sargh and about the QoB in general and now the drunken Klingon and Mench mentioned having witnessed 3 more incidents involving an unfamiliar Klingon. " What's really going on here ?" That was the question Xandra promised herself to find an answer to .

Xandra walked into her quarters , quickly making sure no one was hiding in one of the corners of her tiny cabin. Once upon a time she would have laughed at such a display of sheer paranoia , but these days she knew better .Satisfied that she was indeed alone,she pulled the pins out of her hair, letting it cascade over her shoulders . After removing the blade she was now used to carrying around all day from her waist belt she laid it down carefully on a small making sure it was still within arm’s reach The doctor sat down on the hard , uncomfortable cot she called her bed. Her body was craving a hot bath, a stiff drink and a long night of sleep in a soft bed. She let out a bitter chuckle “ I can’t see that happening anytime soon” Her fingers wrapped around the base of her own neck , trying to relax the stiff muscles; side effect of adrenaline rush. And adrenaline was one thing that was definitely not missing from her life since she “joined” this crew. There was a grin on her face as she recalled the close call they had earlier with the science vessel and the mysterious Klingon ship. Xandra enjoyed not being confined in a sterile sickbay waiting and missing all the action . She was looking forward to the rest of this Goldrock job, more than she was willing to admit. She closed her eyes for a moment , thinking . To most this would be a living hell but Xandra grew to appreciate her new life, even if it did lack the little things that made life easier. At least there was no one always looking over her shoulder , endless reports, no more stuffy shapeless uniforms in which she felt ugly . She opened her eyes and looked up to the mirror on the wall . She spent the last months eating food that no human should ever have to , taking cold showers and sleeping with an eye open every night. But in her eyes, the reflection looking back at her in the mirror had never been more beautiful , she felt and looked … alive. Xandra smiled at herself, it wasn’t vanity. She didn’t care much for vain people, but she always took care of herself. A mean to an end. People, males especially, were so easily distracted around beautiful people, letting their guards down . Xandra learned at an early age to take advantage of that . It served her well, and by the looks of it , it would continue to do so . Why get your hands dirty , when you can get someone to volunteer to do it for you? She grinned, toying with people was so much fun, Especially when they don’t even realized they’re being played. And a shipfull of pirates and mercenaries was no different. Her only annoyance lately was the fact that she sensed that Mench could see right through all her smoke and mirrors. Wise man …. “ Oh well , I always liked a challenge” Xandra thought before getting up. Her stomach was growling , and as much as the thought of eating more of the … things the Klingons dared call food ,repulsed her , Xandra knew she needed sustenance . She quickly pinned her long hair back up before grabbing the blade she had left on the table. Before leaving her quarters, she took one last look at her reflection in the mirror. She walked the dark corridor a faint hint of that wicked smile still on her face. Well if this was indeed hell then …. Life was good in hell .

I seem to be notorious to buy cars that are falling apart so ... sorry Can't help !

Name : Xandra Maya Collins Specie : Human Gender : Female Age : 28 Physical appearance : Hair : Long ,wavy , dark brown Eyes : dark green Height : 161 cm Weight : 53 kg Distinctive marks : light freckles on nose and shoulders, scar on the lower left side of the abdomen ( result of being stabbed during her capture) Born and raised on a small cargo vessel of the merchant fleet , in her early teenage years, Xandra came to the conclusion that joining Starfleet was the fastest and safest way to assure that she would not end up spending her life on a cargo vessel like her parents. She applied at starfleet academy at the age of 17. Her original application was denied as a result of the psychological evaluation . Not taking no for an answer , she found a way around , by applying to a civilian medical school ,and transfering into Starfleet after the obtention of her degree . Intense mental and physical training were the only reason she finally got accepted 5 years after her original application . Due to a classified formal reprimand in her file, she ended up posted on a small science vessel as an assitant medical officer, with no real hope of a transfer or a promotion . She joined the crew of the Qob after the boarding of the ship she was assigned to. Originally kidnapped and forced to work on the Klingon ship , Xandra eventually found the renegade lifestyle appealing as it did suit her hot tempered, conniving and greedy nature.