USS Spectre Compile - March 1st-31st 2008 by Alan Reading ========================================================================= Mission: When Poachers Come to Call Day: 15 Stardate: 2408.01.30 (USS Spectre - Ten forward – Lance Corporal Jose Rameriz - 11:09) (USS Spectre - Ten forward – Ensign Bys’At - 11:09) ========================================================================= Mission: When Poachers Come to Call Day: 17 Stardate: 2408.02.01 (USS Spectre – Douwsy’s quarters – Nurse Douwsy - 12:05) (USS Spectre – Marine Quarters – Corporal Houseman - 12:27) (USS Spectre – Holodeck 6 - CMO Williams - 13:00) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Captain T'Vhor - 13:12) (USS Spectre - Bridge - ACSO Ensign JG Taya - 13:14) (USS Spectre – Security Station Foxtrot – Security officer Smith - 13:15) (USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - Captain T'Vhor - 13:26) (USS Spectre - Bridge – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson – 13:26) (Shuttlecraft "Amur" - SFI Agent - Lt. Commander Brian Rogers - 13:27) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Chief of Operations Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 13:28) (Shuttlecraft "Amur" - SFI Agent - Lt. Commander Brian Rogers - 13:29) (USS Spectre – Douwsy’s quarters – Nurse Douwsy - 13:30) (Ushari Prime - Moru Tar (capital city), Office of the Foreign Secretary - Foreign Secretary Tu'Sha - 13:30) (USS Spectre - Shuttle Bay 1 - SFI Agent - Lt. Commander Brian Rogers - 13:34) (USS Spectre - Main Bridge - SFI Agent - Lt. Commander Brian Rogers - 13:40) (USS Spectre – Deck 3 – Mark the Rabbit - 13:40) (USS Spectre - Main Bridge - Ensign Jynea Kreung - 13:41) (USS Spectre - Main Bridge - SFI Agent - Lt. Commander Brian Rogers - 13:42) (USS Spectre - Main Bridge – Conn – Pilot officer Smith - 13:42) (USS Spectre - Main Bridge - Ensign Jynea Kreung - 13:43) (USS Spectre - Main Bridge - SFI Agent - Lt. Commander Brian Rogers - 13:44) (USS Spectre - Main Bridge - Ensign Jynea Kreung - 13:45) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Chief of Operation Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 13:45) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Captain T'Vhor - 13:48) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Ensign Jynea Kreung - 13:49) (USS Spectre - Observation Lounge - SFI Agent - Lt. Commander Brian Rogers - 13:49) (USS Spectre - Bridge - FO Commander Michael Ian O'Connor - 13:50) (USS Spectre - Observation Lounge - Counselor, Lieutenant (jg) Sella - 13:55) (USS Spectre - Observation Lounge - Captain T'Vhor - 13:58) (USS Spectre – SFI Office - Lt. (jg) George La Flaga - 14:00) (USS Spectre - Observation Lounge - Counselor, Lieutenant (jg) Sella - 14:00) (Ushar Prime - Moru Tar - Prime Minister Ung'Hst - 14:00) (USS Spectre – Bridge - CMO Williams - 14:01) (USS Spectre - Observation Lounge - SFI Agent - Lt. Commander Brian Rogers - 14:01) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Chief of Ops Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 14:02) (USS Spectre - Observation Lounge - Counselor, Lieutenant (jg) Sella - 14:04) (USS Spectre - Observation Lounge - SFI Agent, Lt. Commander Brian Rogers - 14:05) (USS Spectre - Observation Lounge - FO Commander Michael Ian O'Connor - 14:07) (USS Spectre - Observation Lounge - SFI Agent - Lt. Commander Brian Rogers - 14:08) (USS Spectre - Observation Lounge - Captain T'Vhor - 14:10) (USS Spectre - Observation Lounge - SFI Agent, Lt. Commander Brian Rogers - 14:12) (USS Spectre - Observation Lounge - Counselor Lieutenant (jg) Sella and FO Commander Michael Ian O'Connor - 14:12) (USS Spectre - Observation Lounge - Captain T'Vhor - 14:13) (USS Spectre - Observation Lounge - SFI Agent, Lt. Commander Brian Rogers - 14:14) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Captain T'Vhor - 14:15) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Chief Ops Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 14:16) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Ensign Jynea Kreung - 14:17) (USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - Captain T'Vhor - 14:20) (USS Spectre - Turbolift - FO Commander Michael O'Conner & Ensign Jynea Kreung - 14:20) (USS Spectre - Bridge – CMO Williams - 14:22) (USS Spectre - Bridge – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 14:25) (USS Spectre - Kreung's Quarters - Morale Officer Kreung and FO O'Connor - 14:30) (USS Spectre - Personal Quarters - SFI Agent - Lt. Commander Brian Rogers - 14:30) (USS Spectre – Jefferies tube above Kreung quarters - Corporal Houseman - 14:32) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - CMO Williams - 14:32) (USS Spectre - Security - TAC/SC Lieutenant Yelena Vasilyovna - 14:33) (USS Spectre - Security - TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 14:33) (USS Spectre - Personal Quarters - SFI Agent, Lt. Commander Brian Rogers - 14:36) (USS Spectre – Sickbay – Mark the Rabbit - 14:40) (USS Spectre - Jeffrey’s Tube Cross-Section (deck 5) – Ensign Paul Morphy – 14:40) (USS Spectre – Sickbay – Nurse Douwsy - 14:42) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - CMO Williams - 14:43) (USS Spectre - Security - TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 14:45) (USS Spectre - Security - Ensign Nathanial Yates - 14:47) (USS Spectre - Deck 3, Away Team Staging - Ensign Nathanial Yates - 14:55) (SS Argosy - Weapon Systems Specialist, Warrant officer Jerral Revan and Science Officer, Ensign (jg) Emma Morrissey - 15:15) (USS Spectre - Ten Forward - SFI Agent, Lt. Commander Brian Rogers - 15:15) (USS Spectre - Away Team Staging – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson – 15:15) (USS Spectre - Away Team Staging – ATAC/ASC Alex Goldsteen – 15:16) (USS Spectre - Ten Forward - TAC/SC Lt Yelena Vaslyovna - 15:16) (USS Spectre - Ten Forward - SFI Agent, Lt. Commander Brian Rogers - 15:18) (USS Spectre - Ten Forward - TAC/SC Lt Yelena Vasilyovna - 15:19) (USS Spectre - Ten Forward - SFI Agent, Lt. Commander Brian Rogers - 15:20) (USS Spectre - Ten Forward - TAC/SC Lt Yelena Vasilyovna - 15:21) (USS Spectre - Ten Forward - SFI Agent, Lt. Commander Brian Rogers - 15:22) (USS Spectre - Ten Forward - TAC/SC Lt Yelena Vasilyovna - 15:23) (USS Spectre - Ten Forward - SFI Agent, Lt. Commander Brian Rogers - 15:24) (USS Spectre Deck 2 - Weapon Systems Specialist, Warrant officer Jerral Revan and Science Officer, Ensign (jg) Emma Morrissey and FO O'Connor - 15:30) (USS Spectre – Astrometrics – Ensign Bys’At – 15:30) (USS Spectre - Away Team Staging Area - CMO Williams - 15:50) (USS Spectre - Transporter Room One – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 15:57) (USS Spectre - Transporter Room One - SO, Ensign Nathanial Yates - 15:58) (USS Spectre - Transporter Room One - SFI Agent, Lt. Cmdr Brian Rogers - 15:58) (USS Spectre - Transporter Room One - Captain T'Vhor - 15:59) (USS Spectre - Transporter Room One - CMO Williams - 15:59) (Ushar Prime – Capital City Reception Hall – Secureman Agrod – 16:00) (Ushar Prime - Capital City Reception Hall - Prime Minister Ung'Hst - 16:00) (Ushar Prime – Reception Hall – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson – 16:01) (Ushar Prime - Capital City Reception Hall - SFI Agent - Lt. Commander Brian Rogers - 16:01) (Ushar Prime - Capital City Reception Hall - Captain T'Vhor - 16:06) (Ushar Prime - Capital City Reception Hall – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 16:07) (Ushar Prime - Capital City Reception Hall - SO Ensign Nathanial Yates - 16:08) (Ushar Prime - Capital City Reception Hall - Secureman Agrod - 16:08) (Ushar Prime - Capital City Reception Hall - ATAC/ASC Ensign Goldsteen - 16:09) (Ushar Prime - State Room - Captain T'Vhor - 16:15) (Ushar Prime - State Room – AC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 16:15) (Ushar Prime - Capital City Reception Hall - SFI Agent - Lt. Cmdr Brian Rogers - 16:17) (Ushar Prime - Capital City Reception Hall - CMO Williams - 16:18) (Ushar Prime - Capital City Reception Hall – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 16:20) (Ushar Prime - Capital City Rising Dawn Medical Facility - SFI Agent - Lt. Cmdr Brian Rogers - 16:20) (Ushar Prime - Capital City Reception Hall - Captain T'Vhor - 16:22) (Ushar Prime - Capital City Rising Dawn Medical Facility - Chief Executive Hun’Coo & CMO Williams - 16:26) (Ushar Prime - Capital City Rising Dawn Medical Facility - ATAC/ASC Alex Goldsteen 16:27) (Ushar Prime - Capital City Reception Hall - Ensign Jynea Kreung - 16:28) (Ushar Prime - Capital City Rising Dawn Medical Facility - SFI Agent - Lt. Cmdr Brian Rogers - 16:29) (Ushar Prime - Capital City Rising Dawn Medical Facility - TAC/ASC Ensign Alex Goldsteen - 16:30) (Ushar Prime - Capital City Public Shopping Complex - SFI Agent - Lt. Cmdr Brian Rogers - 16:31) (Ushar Prime - Capital City Public Shopping Complex - ATAC/ASC Ensign Goldsteen - 16:34) (Ushar Prime - Capital City Rising Dawn Medical Facility – CMO Williams - 16:35) (USS Spectre - Ten Forward - Ensign Jacqueline Bristed - 17:30) (USS Spectre - Ten Forward - ACSO Ensign JG Taya - 17:31) (USS Spectre - Ten Forward - ACEO Ensign Bristed - 17:32) (USS Spectre - Ten Forward - ACSO Ensign JG Taya - 17:34) ========================================================================= Mission: When Poachers Come to Call Day: 15 Stardate: 2408.01.30 (USS Spectre - Ten forward – Lance Corporal Jose Rameriz - 11:09) “Yes, I see … foxy chica Straton no wants to mix the ranks.” Replied Bys’At. "'Xactly chico!" Rameriz agreed taking a slug of his Sangria. “I don’t pretend to be a linguist but I am very interested in conversing in this dialect.” Commented Bys’At. "I don't knows if it's a *di-a-lect*" Rameriz said happily, "Just the ways I talk, chico! Here, have you tried the Sangria? It's nots too bad for synthahol!" (Reply Bys'At :) (Posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Ten forward – Ensign Bys’At - 11:09) "I don't knows if it's a *di-a-lect*" Rameriz said happily, "Just the ways I talk, chico! Here, have you tried the Sangria? It's nots too bad for synthahol!" “I’ll try it!” Bys’At chirped happily. (reply Rameriz) Bys’At eyed the drink for a moment. “Sangria Synthahol?” he pondered out loud. (reply Rameriz IYW) Without another hesitation Bys’At tipped the glass to his lips. He felt a little like a duck making a bill formation with his lips touching the glass. He giggled slightly as the liquid poured into his mouth. ~Oh, dear.~ he thought as the Sangria washed his tongue and scurried down his throat. He couldn’t finish the whole glass in a single gulp as he had seen Rameriz do. “It is … interesting. Are you sure it is synthahol Mr. Rameriz?” (reply Rameriz) (posted by Anton) ========================================================================= Mission: When Poachers Come to Call Day: 17 Stardate: 2408.02.01 (USS Spectre – Douwsy’s quarters – Nurse Douwsy - 12:05) She unzipped her uniform jacket as the doors shut. She shook it off and threw it onto her bed. She ran a hand through her hair as she walked up to the replicator. ~Okay lets give this a go~ “One glass of carbonated orange juice and a bowl of salted pop corn.” She watched as the replicator made her order. She picked them up and went over to the corner of her quarters and sat down on a small sofa in front of a screen. She had been given this movie by one of the woman who worked in primary life support. “Computer begin movie.” The room lights went dark and screen light up. She leaned back and began to sip at her drink as she munched at the popcorn. An image appeared on the screen. Lord of the Rings. (Reply None) (Posted by Robbie Gray) (USS Spectre – Marine Quarters – Corporal Houseman - 12:27) Houseman looked at the small group of marines around the table with him. “Private you do realise if you do this she’s going to rip off your dangly bits, fry them and feed them back to you.” The private’s grinning face suddenly dropped. “But Corp it’s only a laugh. It’s not like I’m going to hurt it.” Houseman did his best Vulcan impression as he raised his eyebrow. “What about the cat. Muller got hospitalised, Mitchell and Donaldson got badly mauled.” “But Corp its only small & fluffy it’s not that dangerous.” “That fluffy thing has escaped its cage more times than I can remember. I’ve been informed that it’s got teeth that can eat through deck plating.” “But Corp it’s just so cute and cuddly.” Houseman shook his head. “Well just be warned the cute fluffy bunny and its owner will have your guts for garters.” (reply any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre – Holodeck 6 - CMO Williams - 13:00) Andrew materialized into darkness. ~This is nice~ He paused for a moment until he activated the lights on his suit. He was floating upside down in what looked like the bridge. He activated the HUD in his helmet as he slowly spun taking in the consoles and equipment that filled the bridge. =^= Well it looks like you made it in one piece?.=^= Andrew grinned through his face plate. “Next time I’m setting the coordinates of the transport.” He grabbed the helm console and spun himself back round. ~Well that’s much better~ He floated over to the hatch and tapped at the control panel. There was no response. ~Power must be out~ “Looks like power is out and there is no sign of the crew.” =^=No crew. That fits with the scans but there must be something of the bridge crew they can’t have just disappeared?=^= Andrew noticed something as he swung his light around. He looked hard and finally understood. “I think I know where the bridge crew went.” He pointed up the ceiling where the use to be dome was now a gaping hole with the murky depths barely visible. ~Explosive decompression or drowning. Both are not a nice way to go~ =^= Understood. Keep looking you know why were here=^= He turned away from the devastated bridge and tried to look somewhere else. “Where do you need me?” =^=I need you to go to the auxiliary control room. Try and activate the emergency battery and life support. Hopefully we can get some of the breaches sealed and get the environmental working. We need the power to cold start the engines and it will be a lot easier out of these suits to get what we came for.=^= “Not a problem.” He pushed himself off the helm console and floated over to the communication console. He grabbed its edge and swung in front of the door. He pulled a small panel which was beside the door. He then inserted a small power cell and the door opened. He could see the darkness of the turbo shaft beyond. ~Well no time like the present~ He retrieved the power cell and swung himself into the dark void of the turbolift shaft. He grabbed a rung on the emergency ladder that ran down the side of the turbolift shaft. He pushed his torch out in front of him as he pulled himself down into the watery darkness of the ship. Decks went flying past until he reached the one he wanted. He pulled the doors opened which slowly gave in. He floated down the corridor lighting up the doors as he floated past until he found the right one. “Okay I’m here. Entering now.” =^=Copy that=^= He looked at the door in front of him. It was a standard type of door but there were deep burn marks running across it. He opened a small panel on one side of the door and fitted a small power cell into it. With a few swift commands the door parted. It suddenly jammed half open but it was enough for him to squeezed past in his suit. He paused and scanned the room with his flashlight. Just like the rest of the ship, this room was empty and pick black. It was giving him an eerie feeling. “I’m in what next?” =^=I want you to go to the computer core. Its in the middle of the room you can’t miss it.=^= He saw a long cylinder in a central well surrounded by a handrail. He pushed off from the door frame and floated over to what he suspected was the computer core. He then swung himself round and landed in front of the computer monitor. He felt a soft thud as he activated his magnetic boots which fastened him to the floor. “I’m in place.” =^=Okay I want you to open the access panel below the console and attach the power generator to it.=^= He did as he was told. Taking the bulky generator off his shoulders and placing it on the floor. He quickly took off the panel and let it float away across the room. He attached the connector from the generator to the computer and then attached his power cell to the generator. He activated the power cell which jumped started the generator. He watched the generator’s lights flash into life as it started to supply the computer with power. He was impressed with the generator, apart from the initial jolt of power it was totally self sufficient. It took some of the power it was producing to keep it self going. He glanced up at the computer screen as it came into life. He pulled out a PADD from a pocket in his suit and attached it to a terminal under the monitor. . “That’s it. The computer is on.” =^=Great, access the main start up systems. See if you can get the warp drive on line.=^= “Got ya.” He punched in the start up commands and began to check some of the other systems. He reached down and with a few quick strokes he saw the data appear on the PADD “We have 5% power from the emergency batteries but it will cut it fine. Download started” He de-magnetized his boots & pushed off from the console. He glided over the helms console and grabbed the chair in front of the engineering console. With a slight twist he slid into the chair in front of the engineering. He activated the console and glanced over the screen. The lights activated casting a dull glow around the room. He flash off his flashlight and scanned the console again. “Its going to take time for the warp core to come back online due to its long time being shut off. Until then the emergency power is all we have.” =^=That will have to do. I think you should…..=^= “Are you Okay?” =^=They found us=^= He felt a chill run through him. “How can that be?” =^=I don’t know how they found us but they did. I’m going to make myself scarce and get out of here=^= “What about me?” =^=Don’t worry I’ll be back. I’ll get in contact in a bit. Look I have to go. They are going to dock via one of the docking ports on H deck. Better find some where to hide=^= ~Thanks a lot~ “That’s great. Just be there okay?” He said to himself as the communication was cut. He powered down the console and pushed himself back towards the computer core. He pulled out a tricorder and set its sensors to proximity alarm when anything breached its detection range. That should give him about a minute to move before they came. He glanced down at the PADD. ~Only 45% down load will that will have to do~ He reached down a disconnected the PADD and generator which plunged the room into darkness. Suddenly the whole room froze and an emotionless female voice spoke to him. [Time alarm activated. Time is 1340] Andrew gave a long sigh. “Marvelous, just when things were getting interesting. Computer save program at this time index and then close program.” As the holodeck doors appeared in the far wall he turned and then headed towards them. (reply any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Captain T'Vhor - 13:12) "You know, for an out of the way, off the travelled path sector, we do seem to be encountering a lot of traffic", said the Morale Officer as she contemplated recent proceedings in regards this mission. The Captain had simply turned & nodded his general ascent of the Ensign's observation on the matter. To an extent, she was correct of course but then again, they were still pretty close to a viable shipping route frequented by both Ferengi & freelance freight operators & as such, it was inevitable that they had encountered a fair amount of traffic along the way. Clearly though, this was not what the Morale officer had been referring to, it was this latest incoming shuttle & the previous ones that had arrived, both bringing & taking crew that had prompted her comment, & as such, it did seem 'a bit much'.... The Captain pondered those recent events for a moment or two, the shuttles had arrived more or less unannounced & seemingly impromptu, as a result of this the Spectre had gained a rather strange, though apparently popular Marine to their midst, but in keeping with Newtonian law of reaction following action, they had also lost their Acting CSO. "It does seem so", said the Captain in a verbal addition to his previous nod of ascent as he immediately began accessing the armrest console to his left in order to verify their optimal positioning for orbital insertion of Ushar Prime. (Reply Any, IYW) (Posted by Alan) (USS Spectre - Bridge - ACSO Ensign JG Taya - 13:14) Taya looked up from her console when the next officer came on for shift early. Normally she would have told them to come back later but today she wanted to go to her office. She nodded and smiled at them before indicating the summary she had done of the shift and what she wanted to see by the end of the shift. She walked into the turbolift and when the doors had closed she sighed and leant against the back wall. It was a lot harder than she thought coming back into Starfleet. But it was the life she loved and she knew she would never have the opportunity to come back if she left again. The doors opened and she made her way towards the offices. She looked at what had been Lt. Carrow's office which now stood empty, save for a few boxes, before she walked into her own next to it. Her office was still sparse but it felt more like a home than one that had lots of little ornaments and the like in. She sat down at her console and recorded a message to her people. She didn't really say much just that she was enjoying the job and she hoped they were alright. After this she sat back in her chair and pondered what had happened during her time on board the Spectre. Taya continued to get deeper and deeper into her thoughts; almost to the point of entering a vision state. This would have been very rare among her people and she didn't realise how close she had come to this point. There was a knock on the door that startled Taya out of her musings and prevented her from seeing the vision that had started to infiltrate the thoughts of the young women. She sat up and moved some things around on her desk to make it look like she hadn't just been sitting there thinking about everything and nothing. "Come in" (Reply any/none) (Posted by Chris) (USS Spectre – Security Station Foxtrot – Security officer Smith - 13:15) Jo looked at the pile of PADDs in front of her. She sighed and rolled her eyes. When she had been in the marines she had ‘paper work’ when she was in SFI she also had ‘paper work’ and now when she was a security officer she still had ‘paper work’. She gave a slight groan as a message icon appeared on a PADD in front of her. She frowned and activated it. A message appeared on the screen in front of her. It was from her uncle Jack. She read the letter quickly before she entered an encryption code into the PADD. The message changed and she read it again. She quickly wiped the message and began to look through the other PADDs as she thought about the new message. ‘Uncle Jack’ was her senior officer in the SFI when she was part of his personal tactical response team. The message that he had written to her had said that she had been placed in reserve and that a new SFI officer would be arriving shortly and that she should put herself at the new officer’s disposal. She rolled the kinks out of her neck and get back to her PADDs. (reply any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - Captain T'Vhor - 13:26) =/\=Captain, it's Lt. Commander Brian Rogers=/\= The Captain raised an eyebrow at the rather abrupt & unexpected announcement. First the games, then the cut to the chase, this was typical of the Spectre's former First Officer. If there was anything that was indeed consistent in regards Lieutenant Commander Brian Rogers, it was his need for theatrical entrances & today was no different. Rogers had been the Spectre's First Officer immediately before Commander O'Conner had been installed, he had been aboard during the repatriation of Nell & had been supposedly, seriously injured during a conflict with one of the Zulu Alpha attack ships, now he was here. How that had come to be however remained to be seen. "I must say Lieutenant Commander, you sound remarkably well for a man that was at death's door the last time that we met", said the Captain. Rogers simply smirked. =/\=I'm afraid that was a sort of cover-up, Captain. I was never seriously injured enough to require me being transfered to Starbase Geneva........I was recruited into Starfleet Intelligence=/\= "Intelligence?", said the Captain, more in a tone of mocking than inquiry, "I do not have a great deal of trust for Starfleet intelligence officers Lieutenant Commander, if you are, as you say now a Starfleet intelligence officer.... then why are you here?", he added. =/\=It seems they want an SFI agent on the Spectre at all times, and I was chosen for my past experience with the ship and crew. I've got the proper transfer orders. I'll send them ahead to you for inspection=/\= "You are to be stationed on this ship!", exclaimed the Captain in surprise before then trailing off in realisation that this was not something he was going to be able to object to, for it had clearly been a decision made far above that of a lowly Starfleet Captain. The Captain let out a sigh, then he began perusing the information that had just arrived upon his desk console. It took only a moment or two for him to realise though that the orders were indeed legitimate & whether he liked it or not, it seemed that Lieutenant Commander Rogers was most assuredly, back. "It seems that your orders are valid Mr Rogers", said the Captain resorting now to an old title he had once used in referring to the former prior First Officer, "however, I will cast no illusions on this matter, I am not keen to have yet another SFI agent keeping tabs on this crew & reporting back on any inconsistencies you may find here", he added. =/\=I thought you might not like the SFI leaning on your ship all the time, Captain, but they didn't ask me=/\= said Rogers, implying in that last statement that they had in fact, ordered him to be there. That much at least was a plus for it meant that as such, Rogers perhaps retained a certain loyalty to the Spectre, her Captain & it's crew. "No doubt then, you will be requiring permission to come aboard", said the Captain. (Reply Rogers, IYW) "Permission to come aboard at your leisure Lieutenant Commander", said the Captain, "I will look forwards to speaking with you again in person", he added. He then closed the channel & returned to the matter in hand, namely how they would now proceed in regards the Ushari. (Reply Rogers, Any) (Posted by Alan) (USS Spectre - Bridge – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson – 13:26) "Lt, run a quick scan of the data to ensure that it is safe for it to pass on to the Captain." Ordered Capps. “Aye, Sir.” Said Chuck running the scan. ~Your skin not mine.~ “Sir, it’s just transfer papers from the Amur. Former FO Brian Rogers is being added to the crew roster as an SFI agent.” Said Chuck. (reply Capps, IYW, any) (posted by Anton) (Shuttlecraft "Amur" - SFI Agent - Lt. Commander Brian Rogers - 13:27) =/\= Permission to come aboard at your leisure Lieutenant Commander. I will look forwards to speaking with you again in person, =/\=. Captain T'Vhor said briefly, before the channel was closed. Brian sighed, and leaned back in the pilot's seat, and took a deep breath. It felt good to be aboard his old ship. He dropped the Type 11 shuttle out of warp, and brought her about in line with the Spectre, who was orbiting Ushar Prime. He worked quickly on the console, and opened a new channel to the Spectre, this time, to the Ops department. "Amur to Spectre," Brian said. (reply Capps) "I've received permission from the Captain to board. I've got Shuttle Bay 1 eyeballed here, and I'm ready for landing," Rogers explained. (reply Capps) "Aye, Ops. Standing by," Rogers said. He didn't recognize the voice, but then again, it had been over a year since he had left the Spectre. (reply Capps, any) (Posted by Kevin Schram) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Chief of Operations Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 13:28) =/\=Amur to Spectre,=/\= Brian said. It hadn't taken long for the Amur to greet the bridge again. Calvin answered immediately. "Amur, go ahead." =/\=I've received permission from the Captain to board. I've got Shuttle Bay 1 eyeballed here, and I'm ready for landing,=/\= Rogers explained. Indeed the Amur had. Calvin checked over his arm panel and saw the docking clearance from the Captain himself. Apparently whoever it was on the Amur the Captain knew. "Shuttle Bay 1 is now clear Amur. You are cleared for landing." Calvin responded. =/\=Aye, Ops. Standing by,=/\= Rogers said. The hail went out and Calvin left the matter behind him. He was sure that the man inside of the shuttle would be visiting the Captain Ready Room soon and Calvin would be able to get a look at him. (reply any, Rogers) (posted by Calvin Capps) (Shuttlecraft "Amur" - SFI Agent - Lt. Commander Brian Rogers - 13:29) With Ops having cleared him for landing, Brian now piloted the craft into the Spectre's main shuttle bay. Once the craft had slowly slipped inside, he set her down on the deck, and shut off the impulse and thruster engines. He worked for a few moments, putting the ship in standby, before he stood up and headed to the crew compartment. He took a few minutes to collect his things from the bunk, and rearrange everything the way he had found it. When everything was satisfactory, he dropped the rear hatch, and walked boldly down the ramp and onto the floor of the main bay. (reply any) (Posted by Kevin Schram) (USS Spectre – Douwsy’s quarters – Nurse Douwsy - 13:30) Douwys frowned as the screen flickered and changed. Suddenly the imaged changed and another image appeared. ~what on earth is this? I want Frodo not Chuck’s Angels~ Just as Douwy was about to shut the program down, she recognised who the Chucks Angels were. ~Ow my god~ She was cut between the feeling of disgust that friends of hers were in this and there was also a slight intrigue in seeing what it was all about. ~She is so going to kill who ever did this~ (reply any) (posted by Robbie) (Ushari Prime - Moru Tar (capital city), Office of the Foreign Secretary - Foreign Secretary Tu'Sha - 13:30) Tu'Sha sat in his office, working on reports for Parliment, when his assistant walked through the door. "Sir, the USS Spectre has just arrived in orbit and contacted the Prime Ministers office," Du'Sha said with a sigh. "It was only a matter of time, we knew the Federation would send someone eventually," Tu'Sha said, standing up and reaching for his coat. "Please place a call to the Chancellor, and ask if he'd meet me at the Crystal Boulder for a late lunch. And while I know the Minister for Trade is big lately, what ever you do, don't tell him where I am, I really don't want to have to tolerate him while I'm eating." Tu'Sha said with sigh. "I will sir," Du'Sha said, "If the Minister of Trade asks, I'll tell him you said you were going to the Core Side." A broad smile breaking out on his face Tu'Sha turned back to his assistant, "For that, Lunch is on me, tomorrow... today, there is business to attend to." Tu'Sha. "Also, keep your ear to what ever friends you have in the Prime Minister's office, I'd like to know where and when the Star Fleet crew is beaming down," he said as he walked out the door, whistling a tune. (Reply None needed) (Posted by Patrick D.) (USS Spectre - Shuttle Bay 1 - SFI Agent - Lt. Commander Brian Rogers - 13:34) "Hey, Commander!" a voice yelled from some distance. Brian turned and saw Lt. Chenoll, the blue skinned Bolian engineer sprinting for him. "Hello, Ms. Chenoll," Rogers said, giving her a polite nod, but didn't break his strong pace towards the main doors of the shuttle bay. "It's been a while since you left, have you recovered from the battle?" she asked compassionately. "Yes, quite," Rogers said grimly. "I've got to meet with the Captain and settle in, Chenoll. Can we catch up later?" Brian asked. The Bolian agreed, and Rogers walked out of the large bay doors of the shuttle bay and set course through the familiar corridors of the Spectre for the bridge. (reply any) (Posted by Kevin Schram) (USS Spectre - Main Bridge - SFI Agent - Lt. Commander Brian Rogers - 13:40) Brian stepped off the turbolift still with his black bag strapped around his broad shoulder and walked around the side of the bridge towards the doors of Captain T'Vhor's ready room. The atmosphere of his old stomping ground returned to him, and Brian felt a sense of nostalgia. "The bridge seems smaller than I remember," the lieutenant commander stated aloud, to no one in particular. He glanced over his shoulder and saw the face of a familiar Orion morale officer. Brian turned to address her. "Why's that, Ms. Kreung?" (reply Kreung) Brian grinned at her reply and took a deep breath through his nose. "How are you and your pheromones?" he asked humorously. (reply Kreung, any) (Posted by Kevin Schram) (USS Spectre – Deck 3 – Mark the Rabbit - 13:40) He'd been interested in the two foot who had come to his warren to talk to him, but not interested enough he was going to come out from his nest in the bed. The two foot had been joined by another, they'd spoken harshly and smelt of frustration before giving up and going away. After a nice safe wait, Mark had hopped out to find the two feet long gone, but the wall was open. The wall opened and closed for two feet, but normally it stayed closed when Mark investigated it. This was something new and definitely deserved investigating some more! Hop, hop, hop. Nose wriggle. Ack! Two feet! RUN! Mark scrambled down the hallway and away from the two feet that had been in his warren. He had to find his way in-the-walls to escape them! (Reply None) (Posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Main Bridge - Ensign Jynea Kreung - 13:41) Jynea was trying to justify to herself how writing a paper about deep space trauma could qualify her for her doctorate application when Lieutenant Commander Rogers appeared on the bridge. "The bridge seems smaller than I remember," the lieutenant commander stated aloud "Memories are funny things," Jynea replied with a bit of a smile. He turned to look at her, "Why's that, Ms. Kreung?" She put on her best innocent pixie look. "Well, one would have to assume it's a fault in the memory wiring and not you trying to insult the ship you've returned to and once loved." Brian grinned at her reply and took a deep breath through his nose. "How are you and your pheromones?" he asked humorously. My, that was a little forward and personal coming from a human. "Suppressed, how's your penis?" she replied without batting an eyelash. (Reply Rogers, any) (posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Main Bridge - SFI Agent - Lt. Commander Brian Rogers - 13:42) "Suppressed, how's your penis?" The Orion replied rather plainly. Rogers raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Oh, that's cute," Brian replied. "But, you'll have to replicate me a drink first," the lieutenant commander said. (reply Kreung) "How has the old Spectre been without me? Lonesome, I suppose," Brian said with a friendly, yet-arrogant tone. (reply Kreung, any) (Posted by Kevin Schram) (USS Spectre - Main Bridge – Conn – Pilot officer Smith - 13:42) "Suppressed, how's your penis?" Jennifer paused as she was performing a small adjustment burn. ~What on earth are they talking about~ "And here I thought the gentleman was the one who paid for the drinks." "Not a gentleman anymore, sir?" She knew that the new officer had arrived. He had talked to the morale officer. "How has the old Spectre been without me? Lonesome, I suppose," "Oh no, Captain T'Vhor and I have been exploring the uses Vulcans have for beds, Lieutenant Carrow has me keeping her quarters, so to speak, and why, I have dinner every night with a different marine. Lonely is the least of my problems." ~Mabe not the conversation to have on the bridge with everyone to hear~ Her console beeped softly at her. She quickly turned her attention to it and finished the manaeuver before the computer took over. (Reply Any) (Posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Main Bridge - Ensign Jynea Kreung - 13:43) "Oh, that's cute," Brian replied. "But, you'll have to replicate me a drink first," the lieutenant commander said. "And here I thought the gentleman was the one who paid for the drinks." Jynea retorted, echoing the earlier grin of the ex-First Officer. "Not a gentleman anymore, sir?" (Reply Rogers) "How has the old Spectre been without me? Lonesome, I suppose," Brian said with a friendly, yet-arrogant tone. Back to wide-eyed innocence. "Oh no, Captain T'Vhor and I have been exploring the uses Vulcans have for beds, Lieutenant Carrow has me keeping her quarters, so to speak, and why, I have dinner every night with a different marine. Lonely is the least of my problems." (Reply Rogers/Any) (Posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Main Bridge - SFI Agent - Lt. Commander Brian Rogers - 13:44) "And here I thought the gentleman was the one who paid for the drinks. Not a gentleman anymore, sir?" The Orion asked. Brian grinned, "Well, field operations at the end of the war will do that to a man," he said in a rare serious beat. He changed the subject. "How has the old Spectre been without me? Lonesome, I suppose," Brian said with an friendly, yet-arrogant tone. She opened her eyes wide. "Oh no, Captain T'Vhor and I have been exploring the uses Vulcans have for beds, Lieutenant Carrow has me keeping her quarters, so to speak, and why, I have dinner every night with a different marine. Lonely is the least of my problems." Rogers groaned audibly. "The Captain, the science officer and the entire Marine battalion? That's the Orion way of keeping morale high, I suppose," the intelligence officer remarked. "How do you find the energy to keep up such a busy lifestyle?" (reply Kreung) Rogers sighed. "At any rate, I suppose I should meet with the Captain. I'm sure you know that T'Vhor likes everything... punctual," Rogers quipped while picking up his bag and turning towards the ready room. (reply Kreung) "Until next time, Ms. Kreung," Brian said, turning to wink at the green-skinned woman before walking to the Captain's ready room and pressing the door chime. (reply T'Vhor, Kreung, any) (Posted by Kevin Schram) (USS Spectre - Main Bridge - Ensign Jynea Kreung - 13:45) Rogers groaned audibly. "The Captain, the science officer and the entire marine battalion? That's the Orion way of keeping morale high, I suppose," the intelligence officer remarked. "How do you find the energy to keep up such a busy lifestyle?" "I've received no complaints on my methods of morale keeping." She furrowed a brow, "Well, except for showing up to the last briefing grossly out of uniform, but I guess I didn't offend enough for a formal complaint or reprimand." She brightened up again, continuing the role-playing, "As far as energy goes sir, lots and lots of cookies." Rogers sighed. "At any rate, I suppose I should meet with the Captain. I'm sure you know that T'Vhor likes everything... punctual," Rogers quipped while picking up his bag and turning towards the ready room. That got another furrowed brow, and Jynea murmered, as if to herself, "And here I thought he liked whipcream." "Until next time, Ms. Kreung," Brian said, turning to wink at the green-skinned woman before walking to the Captain's ready room and pressing the door chime. Jynea wiggled her fingers in a good-bye and waited for the former first officer to be admitted and the door closed behind him before turning to Calvin and Chuck with a smile, "Why am I in this handbasket, and where am I going?" she asked lightly. (Reply Capps, Donaldson, any) (Posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Chief of Operation Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 13:45) The officer that was brought here by the Amur did indeed come up to the bridge as Calvin expected. What Calvin didn't expect was the very odd and borderline inappropriate conversation that officer and Officer Kreung. As Calvin was about to step into the conversation, to put a stop to it, the newly arrived officer seemed to know that the conversation did go to far. After he walked away and headed toward the ready room Ensign Kreung turned to Calvin and Chuck. "Why am I in this hand basket, and where am I going?" she asked lightly. Calvin was no Vulcan, but all he could do what copy a very noticeable vulcan expression. He raised his eye in curiosity. He had no response for the young Ensign. (reply any, Kreung, Chuck) (posted by Calvin Capps) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Captain T'Vhor - 13:48) "Handbasket Ensign Kreung?", said the Captain upon exiting his ready room and coming within earshot of the comments that had just been directed to the other bridge officers. As for Rogers, he had simply allowed himself to be almost immediately ushered back out of the ready room again with a grin typical of his usual manner as the door slid open, his old CO and new First Officer moving swiftly past him as they headed thenceforth towards the rear of the bridge. (Reply Kreung) "Indeed", said the Captain, wondering now just what it was that the Ensign was attempting to cover up in that statement, as for the remainder of her prior comment however, the question as to 'where' she was going was about to be made blatently clear as the Captain ushered both herself and Rogers to follow into the observation lounge. "As to your other query Ensign Kreung, You will be going down to the surface as part of the away team", said the Captain, noting as he spoke that she didn't seem too pleased with that particular decision. NRPG: I'm assuming that she wouldn't be, I can change this if need be. RPG: (Reply Kreung, IYW) "I want someone there to present a softer edge to the Ushari delegation, someone that will counter the Starfleet, crux of the matter approach that might be projected by our arrival here", he added as he swung through the accessway and then into the observation lounge proper to take a seat therein. (Reply Kreung, IYW) The rest of the officers then quickly took their seats around the table, the tableau of the stars set against the planetfall, immediately visible behind them through the observation windows as they did so. The Captain then turned to the newly arrived intelligence officer, whom he had yet to formally greet of course. "It is good to see you again Mr Rogers", said the Captain, "no worse the wear from your reported brush with death it would seem", he added wryly. (Reply Rogers) "If I remember correctly Lieutenant Commander, things rarely are black and white where you are concerned", said the Captain, "I trust though that you come bearing news that we might use in regards the Ushari situation" (Reply Rogers, O'Conner, Kreung, Any) (Posted by Alan) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Ensign Jynea Kreung - 13:49) "Handbasket Ensign Kreung?", said the Captain upon exiting his ready room. "Yessir," Jynea said brightly, "A carrying device made out of wicker." Calvin seemed very involved in studying the cleanliness of his console. "Indeed", said the Captain, seemingly not buying the distraction but seemingly willing to chase the vole another day. "As to your other query Ensign Kreung, You will be going down to the surface as part of the away team", said the Captain, noting as he spoke that she didn't seem too pleased with that particular decision. Jynea wasn't sure why she was being included in the conference, but when one's Captain beckoned, one followed. "Me? Away team?" she spluttered. Didn't he remember the mess from the LAST away mission she'd been on? "I want someone there to present a softer edge to the Ushari delegation, someone that will counter the Starfleet, crux of the matter approach that might be projected by our arrival here", he added as he swung through the accessway and then into the observation lounge proper to take a seat therein. "Uh. What?" Jynea said brightly taking her own seat. "Ohh, I'm the cute fuzzy teddy bear to the leader's grizzly bear. Got it." Jynea was pretty sure she could handle cute, compassionate, sympathetic and fluffy just fine. (Reply T'Vhor if any?) The Captain turned to the newly arrived Rogers while Jynea wondered how exactly she would ever get David Taxia back for making her take the away team courses and tests. It was much easier when she could hang out in the enlisted messhall and lose at cards. (Reply T'Vhor, any) (Posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Observation Lounge - SFI Agent - Lt. Commander Brian Rogers - 13:49) Brian watched the short exchange between the morale officer and the Captain. He felt himself overcome with some slight emotion for his old friend T'Vhor, but, kept a straight face, for the time being. When the Captain was done with Kreung, he turned to Brian. "It is good to see you again Mr Rogers. No worse the wear from your reported brush with death it would seem," The captain quipped. Rogers grinned, "As you say, Captain. I'm feeling better than ever," Rogers said, slightly leaning in T'Vhor's direction. He followed the lot into the lounge and took a spot at the table, at the opposite end from T'Vhor, his new first officer and the other department heads. "If I remember correctly Lieutenant Commander, things rarely are black and white where you are concerned. I trust though that you come bearing news that we might use in regards the Ushari situation," T'Vhor said. "Not quite, Captain. I wasn't even briefed on the name of your planet until I was several hours into my trip. Intelligence didn't give me much of a hint," Rogers explained. (reply T'Vhor) "I can put in a request with my handler at SFI, and see what files they'll let me get access too," Rogers offered. (reply T'Vhor, any) (Posted by Kevin Schram) (USS Spectre - Bridge – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 13:49) Chuck had been listening to the coy conversation for quite awhile. Nobody else on the bridge had his vantage point (being above and to the right rear of Ensign Kreung). He barely noticed the Captain and FO exit the ready room. "Handbasket Ensign Kreung?", asked the Captain. "Yessir," Jynea said brightly, "A carrying device made out of wicker." Chuck stifled a giggle without having to cup his hand over his mouth … he simply kept looking busy at the tactical console. Calvin Capps, too, remained silent. "Indeed", said the Captain, seemingly not buying the distraction but seemingly willing to chase the vole another day. "As to your other query Ensign Kreung, You will be going down to the surface as part of the away team", said the Captain. ~That’ll teach her to pick on the Captain … poor Jynea.~ Chuck noted that she didn't seem too pleased with that particular decision. “Me? Away team?" she spluttered. Didn't he remember the mess from the LAST away mission she'd been on? "I want someone there to present a softer edge to the Ushari delegation, someone that will counter the Starfleet, crux of the matter approach that might be projected by our arrival here", Chuck could hear the Captain speaking as he walked into the ready room. ~Softer edge … did he miss the … errm … monologue?~ thought Chuck. (reply any) (posted by Anton) (USS Spectre - Bridge - FO Commander Michael Ian O'Connor - 13:50) Michael followed the Captain out onto the bridge and nodded to the new officer, who he knew to be the former First officer, and new intelligence liaison officer. He followed the captain around the back of the bridge, as they headed for the observation lounge for a briefing. The Captain seemed to be in a relatively good mood as they all sat down around the table. Michael took the first officer's traditional seat at the right hand of the Captain, and pulled out a PADD. They were going to be going down to Ushar Prime and Michael wondered if the Captain would be going with them. This was a political negotiation, and was a meeting with a Federation member world Government, which meant it wasn't a dangerous situation. He knew the Captain thought his attitude towards the situation was too blunt, and would somehow seem intimidating to the Ushari, although Michael couldn't see why. It wasn't as if he was going to threaten them, something some of the lower decks were in favor of. He simply wanted to ask them if there was anything that could be done to get the Ushari government to resume dilithium trade with the Federation government, explain that there may have been slights in the past, both political and cultural, but the Federation needed the Ushari's help, and the Ushari government could play a major and central role in rebuilding the Federation's space capabilities, including Star Fleet. Neither Star Fleet nor the Federation could force the Ushari to trade with the Federation, all they could do was ask and negotiate. Michael sighed softly to himself, and leaned back in his chair waiting for the Captain to start. (Reply Any/All) (Posted by Patrick D.) (USS Spectre - Observation Lounge - Counselor, Lieutenant (jg) Sella - 13:55) Sella slowly walked into the observation lounge and found a seat near the foot of the table. She tapped a stud on her ear piece tuning it to the rooms display monitors, so it would read out the reports for her. There were a number of voices in the room and her 'telemetry' was picking up a number of bodies around the table, and she assumed she was one of the last to arrive. This wasn't a bad guess as, other than the engineers and a few of the security officers, most of the crew worked on the bridge. What peaked her interest was a new voice in the room, talking as if he knew some of the crew. She didn't have time to investigate then, but she figured she'd see what she could learn afterwards. She closed her eyes and listened to the voices around the table, picking up fragments of conversation as she waited for the meeting to start or someone to address her directly. (Reply Any/None) (Posted by Patrick D.) (USS Spectre - Observation Lounge - Captain T'Vhor - 13:58) "Not quite, Captain. I wasn't even briefed on the name of your planet until I was several hours into my trip. Intelligence didn't give me much of a hint", said Rogers. The Captain nodded, this didn't surprise him at all. For an organisation who's currency was intelligence, the SFI didn't seemed to like sharing it with even their own operatives! "I can put in a request with my handler at SFI, and see what files they'll let me get access too", added Rogers in an almost perfunctory manner. "I doubt that your handler will be particularly forthcoming Mr Rogers", said the Captain with a sigh, "it seems that they know little more than we ourselves do, so with that in mind, I suggest that whilst we await Prime minister Ung'Hst's response in regards a window for meeting, we collate the data that we already have", he added. (Reply Any, IYW) The Captain then turned to the Morale Officer. "Ensign Kreung, I have made careful note of the Ushari protocol advisory you drew up, it seems that there are certain manners of address we ourselves use that might be incompatible with their own. Your skills as a Morale officer, your base training in Councilling & the knowledge you have gained in your research of this species, will be most useful here I feel", said the Captain. (Reply Kreung) "It is why you have been selected as part of the initial away team", said the Captain turning then towards Councillor Sella who was sitting motionless, & listening diligently to the proceedings. "Ensign Kreung will liase directly with yourself Councillor, I'm sure you will agree that it is most important that we do not adversely 'tip' the situation into a state of mistrust here", he added. (Reply Sella, IYW) The Captain nodded accrdingly. "And our Ferengi friends?", asked the Captain enquiringly, "they have already begun beaming cargo to the surface, we will need to keep a close eye on any non standard communications, particularly that which might involve any third party's that we have yet to encounter", he added. (Reply Any) The matter then progressed towards the away team itself & who would be making it up. "I myself will be beaming down to the surface. In addition to those already mentioned, we will be accompanied by a minimal security detail, standard arms will be carried. Although we can assume this to be a relatively safe, diplomatic venture, there still exists an element of uncertainty in regards what we may find down there & I do not wish to be unprepared", said the Captain. (Reply Any, IYW) "I suggest then that we await the Prime ministers contact & arrange our team accordingly in the interim. I want to be ready to beam down immediately we are cleared to do so", said the Captain standing up now from his seat so as to signal the closure of this brief meeting. "Any question's?", he asked... (Reply Any) (Posted by Alan) (USS Spectre – SFI Office - Lt. (jg) George La Flaga - 14:00) =/\=Bridge to Lieutenant LaFlaga.=/\= came a voice of one of the minor bridge communications officers. George lurched awake from napping in his office chair. He brushed a hand over his short blonde hair and blinked a few times. “Yeah.” He responded tapping his commbadge. =/\=Sir, Lt. Cmdr. Rogers has arrived with orders to relieve you.=/\= said the voice. “Thank you. Please let him know to meet me in the SFI office in one hour … I’m on the next transwarp shuttle out of here after the Spectre leaves Ushari Prime.” Ordered La Flaga. =/\=Yes, sir. Bridge out.=/\= ~Well, it’s that time … no more loafing … work to be done.~ thought La Flaga. He carefully tapped keys on a small keypad hidden in the sleeve of his uniform. A console folded up and out of the desk sitting in front of him. ~Gotta love those infrared sensors.~ he thought. “Spectre SFIC, download all files containing information about former FO Brian Rogers to my miniPADD.” Ordered La Flaga. ~Wouldn’t want him seeing those.~ thought George. [Spectre SFI Core unable to process request without proper identification.] said a female voice … very similar to the Spectre’s computer … but different. “Access code 8-F-E-4-C-5-Tango-Solstice-Vulture-Euripedes.” Shouted La Flaga. [Ten-degree cipher encoded … downloading now.] said the SSFIC. After a few moments pause the SSFIC announced that the download had completed. George confirmed it manually by tapping a few commands into his uniform sleeve. ~Well that’s done … now … for another nap … before I join the ranks of killing machines again.~ NRPG: Before anyone falls under the mistaken impression that George hasn’t been doing his job let me clarify. The safest place for an SFI officer to sleep (at least in George’s opinion) is his office. That’s why he catnaps there. I just couldn’t figure out a good way of giving you that impression quickly and keep the pace of the post. My apologies. RPG: (reply any) (posted by Anton) (USS Spectre - Observation Lounge - Counselor, Lieutenant (jg) Sella - 14:00) "Ensign Kreung will liase directly with yourself Councillor, I'm sure you will agree that it is most important that we do not adversely 'tip' the situation into a state of mistrust here", he added. "Of course sir, I'll do my best to assist in what ever way I can." Sella said with a smile, sitting back and listening again. Finally the captain reached the standard "any questions" and Sella had one for once. "Sir, it might be useful for some of those officers not accompanying you down to the Prime Minister's Office to seek permission from the Government to beam down, in uniform or otherwise, and mingle with the civilian population to get a sense of the general feeling of the population. If there is a significant distrust towards the Federation Government, that might make negotiations with an elected official more difficult." Sella said. (Reply T'Vhor, Any) (Posted by Patrick D.) (Ushar Prime - Moru Tar - Prime Minister Ung'Hst - 14:00) Ung'Hst walked into his office glad to be done with his meeting with the back benchers from his party. That was the down side of being prime minister, his life was a single, unbroken string of meetings. From the year before he was installed as Prime Minister, to this very morning, his life could be indexed by his daily meetings with various governmental and civilian officials. Sitting down behind his desk he sighed as he pulled out his files and began to read through the days work. He looked up when there was a knock on his office door, followed by his secretary walking in. "Sir, while you were in the meeting with Minister Ro'Lunt and his group, the Star Fleet vessel, USS Spectre, arrived in orbit, and contacted us wishing to set up a meeting," the young man said. "I assume they wanted one sooner rather than later?" Ung'Hst asked, leaning back in his chair and rubbing his temples. "Yes sir." "All right, we knew the Federation would send someone sooner or later to see what was going on, we were a little over dramatic in pulling out & having our representative to the council come home. Cancel my meeting with the Home Secretary and inform the Spectre that I can meet with her Captain, and whomever his delegation consists of, at say... 1600 hours." Ung'Hst said. "And inform the chef that we may have a few more guests for dinner, we'll see if they get invited when I meet with them." "Sir?" his aide asked, confused. "I may not hold a great love for the Federation at the moment, but I have no quarrel with this ships Captain or crew, he is doing his job. We stopped shipping to the Federation, it was due to circumstances beyond either our or their control, I did not take umbridge to that, I took offense to what happened when the war ended. We will talk with the Federation, if they wish to talk with a civil tongue, I have no problem having a polite conversation about the issues at hand with this Captain, and we will see where we stand. We are civilized people, and civilized people talk to each other like rational adults." Ung'Hst said with a nod. "Of course sir," his aide said. "Also, the Trade Secretary wanted you to know that the latest shipment of weather control components have arrived, and the Ferengi vessel has begun beaming them down to the Remo Senti facility." "Excellent, tell him I'd like to see his report when this transaction is complete. Now, I apparently, have to get ready for a more rigorous afternoon than I was planning, let me know when the Star Fleet contingent has arrived." His aide nodded and left the Prime Minster, adding one more meeting to a life filled by them. (Reply None, Heads up Spectre/T'Vhor) (Posted by Patrick D.) (USS Spectre – Bridge - CMO Williams - 14:01) Andrew strolled onto the bridge. He stopped for a moment looking at the planet slowly rotating on the view screen. ~God I need to get out of sickbay more~ He looked around the bridge. He was up there to give the Captain the routine medical report. This was a job that he could have given to the computer but he wanted to get out and about. He was the ships second officer he should at lest know most of the crew especially the bridge officers. He saw that Capps was in the Captain’s chair. “How are you today Mr Capps?” (reply Capps) “By the way, do you know where the Captain is?” He also could have asked the computer this but there was nothing like a nice chat to see how people were. (reply Capps) ~Meeting I did not get anything about it. May'be it’s just for the chosen few~ “Okay. Do you mind if I wait until he’s finished?” He indicated to the empty chair. (reply Capps) (reply Capps,any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Observation Lounge - SFI Agent - Lt. Commander Brian Rogers - 14:01) Brian had been carefully observing the meeting insofar. He wasn't a departmental officer, was newly arrived to the crew and mission, and hadn't been briefed, so he didn't have much to contribute. He spent most of his time examining the other members of the crew. A lot of the senior staff had changed. He carefully looked over T'Vhor, then back at Kreung. She had implied some sort of relationship, which seemed odd for a Vulcan, even T'Vhor, who was possibly the most stoic, dull even, of all Vulcan's. Brian tried to hide his amused smile and continued to listen to the meeting's proceedings. Then, an Aenar female, who had been addressed as "Counselor", spoke up. "Sir, it might be useful for some of those officers not accompanying you down to the Prime Minister's Office to seek permission from the Government to beam down, in uniform or otherwise, and mingle with the civilian population to get a sense of the general feeling of the population. If there is a significant distrust towards the Federation Government, that might make negotiations with an elected official more difficult," The counselor noted. Rogers grinned and leaned forward in his chair. "Certainly, Captain. I agree with the counselor's idea. Although, we may not need to inform their government of all the people that we put on the ground," the intelligence agent proposed. (reply T'Vhor, any in meeting) "Well, if their government knows, they may try to hide something. Personally, I wouldn't mind slipping in unannounced," Rogers said, almost unable to hide his boyish grin. (reply T'Vhor, Sella, any in meeting, any in general) (Posted By Kevin Schram) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Chief of Ops Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 14:02) As always when the turbolift doors open Calvin looked back to see who it was. The Doctor apparently needing something on the bridge first to look at the planet below. Calvin didn't interrupt him, and it wasn't until Calvin acknowledged the Doctor the Doctor spoke to him. "How are you today Mr. Capps," the Doctor asked. "I am doing well, Doctor Williams. I just talked with the Ushari government. They have welcomed us to their world and will allow our party to beam down at 1600." Calvin felt the need to update the second officer as well. "By the way do you know where the Captain is?" the Doctor asked another question. "Yes. He and a few others are having a meeting in the observation lounge on how to best proceed from this moment." Since the Doctor was the second officer of the Spectre, Calvin did feel a little odd in the command chair still, but the Doctor seemed not to want to sit down in the command chair. Instead... "Okay. Do you mind if I wait until he's finished?" He indicated to the empty chair. "Not at all Doctor. Please have a seat and enjoy the view." (reply Williams iyw) (posted by Calvin Capps) (USS Spectre - Observation Lounge - Counselor, Lieutenant (jg) Sella - 14:04) "Certainly, Captain. I agree with the counselor's idea. Although, we may not need to inform their government of all the people that we put on the ground," the intelligence agent proposed. (reply T'Vhor, any in meeting) "Well, if their government knows, they may try to hide something. Personally, I wouldn't mind slipping in unannounced," Rogers said, almost unable to hide his boyish grin. Sella let out a sigh, she wasn't even quite sure who this new voice belonged to, but he was basically advising that they spy on a Federation member world, maybe not by the strict definition, but most certainly by the spirit. "Sir, I can't, in good conscious agree with the officer's opinion. I wasn't talking about spying on the government, I was simply talking about taking the populace's temperature, so to speak. We have no reason to believe that the Ushari government is hiding anything or has become dictatorial to the point of putting on a show for our officer's if they are on the surface among the populace. If we send down a number of officers, and attempt to hide some or all of them, and the Ushari government finds out, the situation will immediately and completely tip to or past the point of mistrust you mentioned," Sella said, the dishonesty of the act the officer mentioned getting to her. "Sir, what my fellow officer has recommended is totally and completely uncalled for, this is not a hostile government, it is simply a Federation Member who has decided to trade their dilithium to a different client," Sella said. "Sir, if you choose to hide the actions of any member of our crew or other Star Fleet officer, in the respects mentioned previously, I wish to have my objections and my reasons formally noted in your logs." Sella said, her clouded eyes darting rapidly around the room, futilely searching for the source of her agitation. (reply T'Vhor, Rogers, any in meeting, any in general) (Posted by Patrick D.) (USS Spectre - Observation Lounge - SFI Agent - Lt. Commander Brian Rogers - 14:05) Rogers turned and listened to the Aenar passionately talk about her complaints. He would have liked to look directly into the Aenar's eyes, but of course, there was nothing looking back. Rogers knew he should have kept his suggestion until he and T'Vhor were alone, but now, he had told the entire senior staff. "All due respect, counselor, but we don't know WHY they're selling this dilithium. They could be financing some sort of foreign power, or possibly underground terrorism. Perhaps, they're trying to leave the Federation." He turned from the Aenar to T'Vhor, as if to appeal directly to the captain. "Sir, you must acknowledge that there is a possibility of danger, no matter how slight," Rogers pleaded. (reply Rogers) He had been a counselor once, in a previous life, it seemed. Starfleet Intelligence had effectively killed that Rogers, and it wouldn't be the first, nor the last, life they had taken. "Besides, sir," Rogers said, leaning back in his chair casually, "I'd be a good boy. Nobody would have to know," he explained. (reply T'Vhor, Sella, any in meeting, any in general) (Posted By Kevin Schram) (USS Spectre - Observation Lounge - FO Commander Michael Ian O'Connor - 14:07) "All due respect, counselor, but we don't know WHY they're selling this dilithium. They could be financing some sort of foreign power, or possibly underground terrorism. Perhaps, they're trying to leave the Federation." He turned from the Aenar to T'Vhor, as if to appeal directly to the captain. "Sir, you must acknowledge that there is a possibility of danger, no matter how slight," Rogers pleaded. (Reply T'Vhor) "Besides, sir," Rogers said, leaning back in his chair casually, "I'd be a good boy. Nobody would have to know," he explained. Michael leaned forward and looked at the Captain. "Captain, I have to agree with Lieutenant Sella," Michael said moving his gaze over towards the New face at the table. "Lieutenant Commander, I'm the first to admit that humor, in many cases is a good thing, however this situation is not one of those times. What you are recommending is at minimum, performing Star Fleet operations on the Sovereign Soil of a Federation Member world, without that governments knowledge or approval, at most it's espionage on a member world. We fought the civil war to get away from actions like that, and I don't think we should start doing something we fought to prevent. Also, We know pretty well why they're selling their dilithium to someone else, they needed components that the Federation was incapable of providing in their time of need and they apparently sought someone else out who could fill their needs. If, and I stress the word if, the Ushari people are preparing to leave the Federation or even thinking about it, that is their business, and there is nothing we can do to stop them. They are free to withdraw from the Federation at any time so long as the choice is made by the government and ratified by the citizens of that government, Starfleet doesn't get a say in the matter." Michael said. "Also, even without all of this, there is still the fact that we do not need you getting caught sneaking around the planet while we are in the middle of sensitive negotiations with the Government, if that happens we might as well just pack up and leave, because then, they really will be thinking about leaving the Federation," Michael finished his soap box speech to the Lieutenant Commander and turned back to the Captain. "Sir, I also want to say that I do not think the Lieutenant Commander's idea of sending down covert parties is a good idea, and would strongly recommend against doing so." (Reply T'Vhor, Rogers, any) (Posted by Patrick D.) (USS Spectre - Observation Lounge - SFI Agent - Lt. Commander Brian Rogers - 14:08) Rogers listened patiently to the first officer's argument and nodded carefully at a few of his points. During the argument, Rogers revealed that during his time in field operations, he had become privy to things that very few knew outside of Starfleet Intelligence. He considered saying something, but instead, nodded. "If there is a distrust and dislike of the Federation," Rogers began, "If we beam down in uniform and start walking around their population, trying to demand what they think of us, it could cause even more distrust. Fine, I'll concede the fact that everybody else seems to think it's important that we inform their government, or ask permission, even, but let me do it in a covert fashion. I'll pose as a dilithium trader or something and try to feel the temperature that way," Rogers explained. Rogers turned from T'Vhor to the rest of the senior staff, and started having this feeling that HE was distrusted and disliked in the senior staff. Feeling awkward, he smiled and adjusted the collar of his uniform and leaned forward in his chair. (reply T'Vhor, any at meeting, any in general) (Posted by Kevin Schram) (USS Spectre - Observation Lounge - Captain T'Vhor - 14:10) The issues that had been raised by both the Councillor and the first officer in regards Lieutenant Commander Rogers somewhat 'flippant' remark about a surrepticious venture planetside, had not gone at all unoticed by the Captain. For a while he had simply allowed them to battle it out between them, but the truth of the matter was that there was no way at all that he would be sanctioning anything that was even remotely tantamount to spying. After much to'ing & fro'ing on the matter he had raised, the SFI agent had again re-entered the argument with a plea directly to the Captain that he would be 'a good boy', and that certain things might be gained by a covert stance on the situation as it now stood, at least where he was concerned anyway. Needless to say though, it wasn't quite gelling with the Captain at all & he made that quite clear in his next address to those assembled. "Out of the question Mr Rogers", said the Captain bluntly, "I appreciate the points you are making, some of them have a certain validity but there is no way that I am going to jeapordise this mission by sending you, or anyone else into a situation that might invoke, or indeed increase distrust of Starfleet or it's personnel", he added, much to the SFI man's obvious distaste. (Reply Rogers) "If the situation here evolves in such a manner that surrepticious behaviour is called for, then I myself will sanction it", said the Captain, "until then however, we will proceed in a manner befitting of Starfleet officers, not that of the Obsidian order or any organisation that bares similarity to it", he added. (Reply Rogers) The Captain then brought up the matter of 'Uniformed or not' that had been raised by the Councillor beforehand. "Any personnel beaming down will also be in uniform, we are not to project anything that might suggest covert behaviour", said the Captain. "We will listen, observe & react to the findings in the proper manner & we will project no illusion that we are anything other than what we appear to be", he added. "Am I understood?", said the Captain, looking around the table now at all of those assembled. (Reply Any in Obs Lounge) (Posted by Alan) (USS Spectre - Observation Lounge - SFI Agent - Lt. Commander Brian Rogers - 14:12) Brian turned his head when Captain T'Vhor started speaking. "Out of the question Mr Rogers. I appreciate the points you are making, some of them have a certain validity but there is no way that I am going to jeapordise this mission by sending you, or anyone else into a situation that might invoke, or indeed increase distrust of Starfleet or it's personnel," T'Vhor said. Rogers kept a straight face with no public sign of disappointment. "At least keep it as a possible option, Captain," Rogers said. "If the situation here evolves in such a manner that surreptitious behavior is called for, then I myself will sanction it. Until then however, we will proceed in a manner befitting of Starfleet officers, not that of the Obsidian order or any organization that bares similarity to it," T'Vhor said. Rogers nodded in agreement and gave a friendly chuckle. ~Of course, there are elements of SFI that are far worse than the Obsidian Order,~ Rogers thought to himself. "Any personnel beaming down will also be in uniform, we are not to project anything that might suggest covert behavior. We will listen, observe & react to the findings in the proper manner & we will project no illusion that we are anything other than what we appear to be," The captain added. "Am I understood?" T'Vhor asked. Brian nodded silently, and watched the others do the same. (reply any in meeting, any in general) (Posted by Kevin Schram) (USS Spectre - Observation Lounge - Counselor Lieutenant (jg) Sella and FO Commander Michael Ian O'Connor - 14:12) "Any personnel beaming down will also be in uniform, we are not to project anything that might suggest covert behaviour", said the Captain. "We will listen, observe & react to the findings in the proper manner & we will project no illusion that we are anything other than what we appear to be", he added. "Am I understood?", said the Captain, looking around the table now at all of those assembled. "Of course, sir," Sella said and assumed that the other responses she heard were intermixed with nods of assent. Body language was an interesting thing to her, as she and her entire sub-race were blind, she didn't make much use of it. She was sure she still had some gestures that conveyed expressions or emotions, but they tended to be large movements that could be picked up by another Aenar's telemetry. As any blind individual could attest to, she still had people who would either forget she was blind, or not realize they were gesturing at her and not speaking. She had a professor get infuriatingly mad at her once because, when he asked for an answer to a question, he had simply pointed at her instead of using her name. Some people still waved at her from across the room to try and get her attention, and she'd only find out about it when they told her how silly they must have looked. Feeling a sense of relief that the Captain was dedicated to keeping the crew above bar, she relaxed back into her chair, and closed her eyes once more. Michael nodded to the Captain, glad they were on the same page, and looked around the table to make sure that everyone else was accepting the order. "Captain, once your away team is finalized, I'll arrange for a few officers to get permission from the Government to visit the planet, we'll pick some of the cities on smaller continents, get a feel for what the population away from the government center is feeling on this situation. Besides, it will be interesting to get to know the populace. There isn't much on social customs beyond the bare minimums in the data base and they don't get many people from other planets other than miners coming here to train." Michael said picking up his PADD. (Reply T'Vhor?, any that want to) (Posted by Patrick D.) (USS Spectre - Observation Lounge - Captain T'Vhor - 14:13) The general assent could be felt throughout the room now, even the Lieutenant Commander seemed appeased, at least on the surface anyway. He had not actually got his way but he had flashed a grin anyway, if that could be seen as an appeasement, then so be it. At that precise point in time, the First Officer turned to the Captain & added further details along the lines of what had just been agreed, specifically, his intention to send small groups of the crew down into the outlying districts of Ushar Prime in order to get a feel of things. "......and they don't get many people from other planets other than miners coming here to train", he had said in closing. The Captain nodded accordingly. "It will be interesting to see how they do react then", said the Captain as he then went on to just who would be making up the away team itself. "The security detail will consist of Lieutenant Donaldson, Ensign Goldsteen & Ensign Yates. Ensign Kreung as already mentioned will accompany both myself & Doctor Williams", said the Captain, "I'm sure that he will be wanting to liase with the Ushari medical teams so as to update his database files once we have the initial formalities over & done with", he added wryly. (Reply Any, IYW) "Then if everyone is happy, let us prepare ourselves for beamdown", said the Captain with just a sideways glance to the erstwhile Lieutenant Commander Rogers as he stood. (Reply Any, IYW) (Posted by Alan) (USS Spectre - Observation Lounge - SFI Agent - Lt. Commander Brian Rogers - 14:14) Rogers listened to T'Vhor and wasn't shocked when he was omitted from going on the away mission. ~Maybe I can catch up on some writing,~ The agent thought while T'Vhor addressed the group. Soon, he dismissed the group and everybody stood up and T'Vhor gave him a sideways glance. Brian gave his captain a smile, and turned to leave the lounge. Brian had the intention of leaving the bridge as soon as possible after that dreadful meeting, but on his way past the engineering station located near the rear of the bridge, he spotted an old friend from his previous tour, Ensign Markson. "Hey, Commander! Good to see you again!" The young man said. Rogers decided not to be rude, and turned to talk to the young fellow. "Afternoon, Ensign. I suppose you've been holding the Spectre together, right?" Brian said, patting the younger man on the back. "Oh sure, sir. Care to hit the holodeck some time?" The ensign offered. "Of course, when do you get off-duty-..." Rogers began, when he saw T'Vhor gesture towards him, and escape to his ready room. Brian waved the Ensign off, "I'll chat with you later," he said, before walking briskly across the bridge and following the Captain into his office. As soon as the doors slid shut, Rogers started speaking frankly, "What the hell was that all about, T'Vhor?" Rogers asked while heading to the wall replicator. (reply T'Vhor) "I don't particularly enjoy getting ganged up on by your counselor and the Commander, Captain," Brian asked, before addressing the replicator. "Lemon iced tea," he ordered, and took the tall glass and downed half of it instantly. "And, I don't suppose you noticed the rest of the senior staff and the looks on their faces," Rogers said while he paced with his drink over to the couch located in the corner of the ready room. (reply T'Vhor) Rogers promptly sat down on the couch and took another long drink. "Don't forget, sir, that I wasn't briefed on the situation. I don't have the whole Ushari dossier. They could be ready to blow us out of the sky. I didn't know this was a god***ed trading conflict," the angry man said, finishing the iced tea. (reply T'Vhor) "I've been living in shadows for the past year, Captain. When you're a spook, you distrust everybody, even if they are Federation citizens who want to sell their rocks to whoever," Rogers said, returning to the replicator to return the glass. (reply T'Vhor, any) (Posted by Kevin Schram) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Captain T'Vhor - 14:15) Returning onto the bridge, the Captain requested an immediate report from the Chief of Ops who had been in the command chair since the bridge had been handed over to him. Alongside him sat the Doctor, looking decidedly bored with proceedings and in definate need of a little excitement in his life. It was just as well that the Captain had decided on his presence with the away team. (Reply Capps) The Chief's report was both optimistic and expected, the latter being in connection with their friends the Ferengi, who had remained in orbit transferring their cargo planetside without incident. It seemed that whilst they had been discussing the priliminaries of their away mission in the Obs lounge, the Ushari home secretary had formally invited them down to the surface, citing sixteen hundred hours as a desirable window for their meeting with the Prime Minister. "Excellent", said the Captain, "this gives us almost two hours to prepare our away team.... which brings me to you Doctor Williams", said the Captain turning his attention then towards the good Doctor himself. "If it pleases you Doctor, I would like your presence during this meeting with the Ushari Prime minister", said the Captain noting now how the Doctors expression had changed at the news. (Reply Williams) "I'm sure you will find this species interesting Doctor, our own database files on them are sparse at best, positively negligable at worst", said the Captain before turning his attention then to Donaldson, who continued to man the Tactical console behind him. "Lieutenant, your services will be required also, inform Lt Vasilyovna that yourself & Ensign's Goldsteen & Yates will be beaming down with us at sixteen hundred hours precisely", said the Captain. (Reply Donaldson) The Captain duly acknowledged the Lieutenants response & then dismissed him from the bridge in order to inform his superior & prepare for the upcoming away mission, his position immediately becoming occupied by another TAC officer as he did so. The First Officer, noting that the CO was headed for his ready room, took command of the bridge & the Chief of Ops returned forthwith to his own station whilst the Captain gestured briefly towards Rogers, indicating that he was to accompany him to his ready room for further discussion. (Reply Donaldson, Capps, Williams, Rogers, Any) (Posted by Alan) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Chief Ops Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 14:16) Calvin watched minutes later after the Doctor had entered the bridge, the Observation lounge doors seperated and out came the individuals who were within the room. Calvin stood as the Captain and FO entered the bridge and over toward the command chairs. "Captain, the Ushari government has contacted us and gave us the all go to beam down at 1600." Captain T'Vhor was happy to hear the news. As more updates were spreading around the bridge between different officers Calvin knew it was time for him to return to his station. "Ensign Loanx, you may take a break before you return to main ops." "Thank you sir." Calvin took a seat and could only wait for the two hours to go by. (reply any) (posted by Calvin) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Ensign Jynea Kreung - 14:17) Happy to get out of the room of the two rams butting heads and trying to establish dominance, Jynea noted the Chief Medical officer sitting in the tertiary seat and decided that was as good an excuse to be elsewhere as any. Besides, Lieutenant Sella could take a turn on the bridge if she felt someone from the counselling department was required. She made it into the turbolift and was happy the doors closed before anyone could follow her. She closed her eyes and leaned against the wall. She was just glad she hadn't been drawn into the ugliness. The ex-FO seemed to be forgetting he served under the Captain and Commander O'Conner. He'd challenged everyone of rank and authority over him in the room and instead of acknowledging their superiority when it was shown, he just seemed to take wait and see stance. She got the feeling Commander O'Conner was going to be tattooing a boot on Commander Rogers' backside soon, she just hoped she wasn't around to see it. Really, it was a silly testosterone based territorial war at best. Rogers came back to find his territory had been given to a younger buck and he had to butt heads to show he still had right to the territory. But, in his challenges he'd been more involved with himself and his own views than that of Starfleet or their purpose in being here. Hopefully someone would have a chat with him and pointedly remind him, she just hoped it wasn't her since her natural inclination was to give him a smack upside the head and say "Grow up!" Which, all things considered, wasn't very counsellory. The turbolift spit her out by her quarters and she walked back rubbing her temples. The Captain had said something about 1600. She had an hour and a half to take a nap and be ready for another dreaded away mission. Really, why did the Captain take her instead of Lieutenant Sella who was MUCH better equipped and trained and experienced for such work? The doors to her quarters beeped recognition of her DNA and opened. The latest round of security enforcement to keep a small lagomorph within her quarters. "Hi Mark." She said absently, taking off her duty jacket and tossing it on the couch. She flumped into the arm chair and considered lunch. A yawn practically cracked her face in half. Really, couldn't those is administration figure out her schedule wasn't standard and .. oh, right, we cater to the Captain, not the other way around. Eyes closed, Jynea realized what she wasn't hearing. "DAMNIT." She sat up in a hurry, "Computer, where is non-sentient Mark?" [Mark the Rabbit is in Sickbay.] The computer informed her. "Son of a ..!" Jynea grumbled and headed back out of her quarters. If he wasn't being treated, he was about to be! (Reply none) (Posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - Captain T'Vhor - 14:20) It seemed that the former First Officer had been suitably rattled by the contents of the meeting they had all just 'endured', if his present sentiments were anything to go by that is. His pacing of the room and his clear objections to some of the comments that had been made were quite obvious, even to a non telepath. To an extent however, it was to be expected. Distrust of SFI in general was a pretty accepted fact in Starfleet, after all, the Spectre crew had been on the receiving end of it already in the form of Smith's enquiery into Doctor Williams' supposed espionage. The Lieutenant Commander had asked 'what the hell was all that about?' upon his entry into the Captain's Ready room & had then intonated that he felt he had been ganged up upon by the rest of the senior crew. It was of course not so, it was just the way people reacted to SFI. "Take a seat Mr Rogers, we obviously have some things to discuss", said the Captain & Roger's duly did so, upon the couch rather than the offered chair opposite him. "Don't forget, sir", said Rogers continuing on, "that I wasn't briefed on the situation. I don't have the whole Ushari dossier. They could be ready to blow us out of the sky. I didn't know this was a god***ed trading conflict", said Rogers as he gulped down the last of the iced tea he now gripped almost impossibly tight in his fist. "I've been living in shadows for the past year, Captain. When you're a spook, you distrust everybody, even if they are Federation citizens who want to sell their rocks to whoever", he said, wherapons, the Captain, after listening intently to his former FO's rebuttal & subsequent calming down, entered into the discussion himself. "I am aware of your position Lieutenant Commander, and also how difficult it can be to integrate into a situation where you are fated to be seen as the outsider", said the Captain, "when you are a 'spook' as you say, distrust reigns but unfortunately, it runs both ways", he added. "However, I myself do want to know everything you know in regards this mission, warts and all, as you Humans are so keen to say", added the Captain as Rogers duly placed his glass aside. "I know nothing of your mission here, Captain," Rogers began. "I was practically kicked off the SFI carrier ship and given coordinates for Ushari Prime. They told me to meet up with the Spectre, and that I was being transferred here," Rogers explained. "When you served on board this ship prior to your current reassignment, you were always noted as an exemplory officer, a man of implicite morals, an officer whom I respected and was honoured to call a friend", said the Captain, "today however, I see a man before me I can barely recognise....has the intelligence service clouded your spirit to such an extent that you have become less than what you once were?", he added. Brian sighed and stood up, and silently paced to the window, which showed an impressive vista of low orbit of the planet below. "Captain, when you're asked to bend your morals in the name of Federation security, its hard to get them straight again," he explained, painfully. "Futher more, Captain, I thought this was the Spectre, the Black Ops, phase-cloak equipped infiltrator, not some sort of trading commission vessel," Rogers explained. "Certainly, but the Brian Rogers I knew would not have requested permission to spy on a Federation member world so soon, regardless of whether he was fully aware of the situation or not", said the Captain thoughtfully, "your actions do indeed suggest the possibility of an ulterior motive, if you do indeed have an agenda that is outside of your commitment to the Spectre....... I need to know it now", said the Captain calmly. "What actions, sir? I'm not allowed to recommend a course of action to the command crew? I'll remember that, Captain," Rogers said angrilly. The Captain stiffened up in his seat at that somewhat brusque remark, then he let out a heavy sigh. Roger's was still clearly aggrieved, it would be both illogical & do no good whatsoever to engage him with further misappropriation. "That is not what I meant Mr Rogers, I encourage input from all crewmembers where it is relevant", said the Captain, "a course of action that recommends covert surveillence where none is presently called for however, is not constructive to the situation here", he added. "You know how this ship is run Lieutenant Commander, if you cannot abide by that, then you may of course return to your SFI handlers for another assignment", said the Captain. "That's unlikely, sir. I doubt that the upper brass of Starfleet Intelligence will ever call on me again. There was a mission, on Tellar Prime. Needless to say, we had bad intelligence, but the order came from orbit to take out everybody invovlved, citizens included. Once we were finished-..." Rogers paused, as painful memories entered his mind. "Once we were finished, I asked too many questions. 'How did this happen?' ' Who gave the order?' 'What are we going to tell the Tellerites?' I think I embarrassed them. They were afraid I might have second thoughts next time, and I was shipped here," Rogers said. The Captain raised an eyebrow at the SFI mans last comment, at least it signalled that the former FO still had his morals intact, and as such, perhaps that would go some way towards reinstalling the crews faith in Mr Rogers's new incarnation of SFI agent. "Frankly, I'm surprised they didn't just make me disappear altogether. Or retire me. Either way, I doubt the institution will be sending me on any more missions, at least, without your approval", Rogers explained. "My approval?", asked the Captain, a little confused now, "am I to assume then that your assignment here on Spectre, is now little more than a proving ground for your future role within Starfleet intelligence?", he added. "No, Captain. What I meant was, that, you'll probably be informed if they call upon me for any more missions," Rogers explained. The Captain nodded once again, then he immediately took the discussion to the crux of the matter once more, namely the tension that had been created by the Lieutenant Commanders suggestion of setting off on his own private little spying mission. "I don't need to tell you that the situation here is tense Lieutenant Commander, even a cursory glance at the Ushar mission directives, skant as they are, would show this", said the Captain. "There already exists here a state of imbalance, initiated, I am now certain, by a third party that has yet to show it's hand. With this in mind and although covert surveillence might indeed prove to be beneficial, at this precise moment in time I cannot sanction any act that might show Starfleet in a bad light", said the Captain. "I'm sure you must understand this?", he added, more as a searching question that a statement of fact. "Yes, Captain, although, I'm not pleased about the situation," Rogers made clear. "Then I suggest we leave it there, your displeasure is duly noted", said the Captain standing now from his chair, "I know that I did not make it clear in the Observation room beforehand, but I want you to accompany us to the planet also", he added. "I have a feeling that your presence may be useful" Brian grunted and stood up. "Aye, Captain. I can't imagine why," Rogers said sarcastically." I'll be at the transporter room at 16.00," the Lt. Commander said, before heading to the door and saluting. "Very good Mr Rogers, you are dismissed", said the Captain, ".....and Brian", he added, at which point Rogers turned about enquiringly, probably more so in regards the way the Captain had just referred to him by his first name than any other reason. "Welcome aboard..." With that, Rogers nodded, promptly exited the ready room and headed straight towards the turbolift without a word or look to anybody on the bridge. Soon, he was headed to his quarters. (Reply None) (Posted by Alan & Kevin) (USS Spectre - Turbolift - FO Commander Michael O'Conner & Ensign Jynea Kreung - 14:20) Jynea was grinding her teeth in the turbolift, "Computer location of First Officer O'Connor?" [Commander O'Connor is in Holodeck 2] "Is he alone?" [Affirmative] "Please open a channel to the first officer." Jynea requested. =/\=This is Commander O'Connor,=/\= Michael said, his voice echoing over the line. "Michael, this is Jynea.. I have a favour to ask of a man of your talents." She hoped she didn't sound as aggravated as she felt. "A rather unofficial request." There was a long pause before a response was heard, =/\= You've got my attention, what can I help with?=/\= "My brat of a rabbit has gotten out again, and he's too small to be transported without direct sapient assistance at the site. I would give you, pay you, exchange you, whatever you want, if you can figure out a way to get him transported back where he belongs after a jail break. Engineering set up an auto-beam for me that if he leaves my quarters by the door it will beam him back, but that requires him tripping the sensor. And I have a sneaking suspicion that someone, or someones, is or are helping him escape." Those someones surely knew more about beating security logs than she did tracking them down and she wasn't about to bother the frightening Chief of Security to help find and protect a rabbit. =/\=What the hell, it could be interesting. Meet me outside your quarters in...ten minutes?=/\= Michael asked. "Thank you!" she said with genuine gratitude. That gave her plenty of time to get to sickbay, fetch a furball and get back to her quarters. (Reply None) (Posted by Patrick & Lorna) (USS Spectre - Bridge – CMO Williams - 14:22) "this gives us almost two hours to prepare our away team.... which brings me to you Doctor Williams", Andrew looked over at T’Vhor as he mentioned his name. "If it pleases you Doctor, I would like your presence during this meeting with the Ushari Prime minister", Andrew tried not to hide his excitement. “Yes Captain.” "I'm sure you will find this species interesting Doctor, our own database files on them are sparse at best, positively negligable at worst", Andrew nodded as he watched the Captain issue his orders to the bridge crew. He got up out of the seat and headed to the turbolift. He had a few things to do in sickbay before he went planet side. (Reply any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Bridge – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 14:25) "Lieutenant, your services will be required also, inform Lt Vasilyovna that yourself & Ensigns Goldsteen & Yates will be beaming down with us at sixteen hundred hours precisely", said the Captain. “Aye, Sir” said Chuck still in a daze. ~I thought I was going to be manning the tactical station … ah, well, given my away mission record this should be a real circus.~ The Captain duly acknowledged the Lieutenants response & then dismissed him from the bridge in order to inform his superior & prepare for the upcoming away mission. Chuck was replaced by Security Officer Calrissian at the station. Chuck stepped into the turbolift to go see Vasilyovna’s pretty face. (reply any) (posted by Anton) (USS Spectre - Kreung's Quarters - Morale Officer Kreung and FO O'Connor - 14:30) Michael rounded the corner and found Jynea standing in the hall waiting for him. "So, we have an escape artist rabbit and we're trying to design a rabbit proof door?" Michael asked with a grin, as he pushed up the sleeves on his uniform. "My mother swears by marigolds to keep rabbits away from where they don't belong." "Mmm." Jynea said stroking Mark's ears, "Do you think the Captain will let me plant marigolds in his corridor?" "I'm sure if it was presented in a logical manner, he'd at least listen, but no, probably not" Michael said with a chuckle. "So what exactly do you want me to do here, try and design a sensor to keep him from leaving, catch someone who is helping him go on walkabout, or both?" Michael asked with a grin. "Well." Jynea turned and stepped into range of the sensor so her doors opened and she went into her quarters gesturing for Michael to follow. She put Mark down and he instantly headed for his litterbox. "Cooperative today, aren't you?" She muttered at the rabbit. "If he gets through the doors, he's supposed to trip a sensor on the door frame and the computer tracks the movement and beams him back. There's also an internal sensor recording thingy for my quarters to supposedly help engineering track his methods of escape. But I would suspect, whoever is assisting him has disabled both." "Ok, so we have two options. Do you want to catch the person or persons letting him loose on the ship, or do you just want to annoy the living daylights out of them?" Michael asked. "Well, I like both options, which would be easier for you though?" Jynea asked. She really didn't to be a bother or burden. However, a little bunny could easily get hurt or injured on the ship and they were risking her pet and deserved a lesson or two. "Well it depends, catching them could be easy, depending on just how careful they have been. If it's a security officer, they're probably able to keep themselves concealed a little better, and could even be opening your door from off site. However, if our accomplice doesn't have access to the security subroutines then chances are there are catching them will be a simple matter of doing something devious." Michael said pulling out a tricorder and checking to make sure the sensors in the door were still set up as Jynea had explained them. "Devious?" Jynea prompted gently since Michael seemed to be getting very enthusiastic about this task. "See, you may be thinking that, with my background, I'm going to recommend some high tech, uber-complicated, way of catching our devious adversary, however sometimes flint knife works better than a plasma torch." Michael said flashing a evil grin to the Morale officer. "I should also make it clear, nothing that comes out of this better end up in a report on my desk, so if when you catch this mystery person, keep the revenge low key enough to stay off my official radar... Or at least give me enough warning so I can catch Tarkanian Flu and be down for the week." Michael said with a wink as started running a mental list of what he'd need to replicate to catch their foe. "Me sir? I know nothing sir!" Jynea said with her best wide-eyed innocent look. "I have no idea how that chocolate pudding got in his/her pillow!" "Fair enough," Michael said chuckling as he moved to Jynea's desk and sat down. Quickly he typed up a simple computer program and hid it deep inside a protected file structure, that would monitor the sensors on Jynea's door and rabbit. If, when it checked, the sensor net was non-operational, it would lock down Jynea's quarters as well as alert Jynea to the issue. He also put in a second program to monitor the first. It was all a one way street of information, the sensor net didn't know or make reference to his first monitoring program, and the monitoring program didn't make reference to the back up. Both monitors were set up also, to back trace any active interface with the sensor net to help identify the individual. Once he was done, and had given Jynea access to the program and the ability to remove the lockdown from her quarters, he quickly headed over to the replicator and orders two 21st century digital cameras, and wide angle fiber optic lenses, as well as a micro drill. With a wink he quickly hopped up through the jefferies tube access to Jynea's quarters and set up one camera on that entrance, and then, after drilling a unnoticeable hole in the corridor ceiling outside her door, set up a camera there too. He easily rigged the cameras to activate if either door/hatch was opened. As the trigger was mechanical, not even a tricorder would be able to stop them. He quickly hopped back down from the ceiling hatch and closed it securely behind him. "There, that should catch them, unless they are extremely paranoid. If the rabbit gets out again, and the programs don't work, let me know and we'll think of something else." Michael said with a grin. "Thank you, Michael." Jynea said earnestly. "Did you wished to be informed, unofficially of course, of the outcome?" "I would like to be informed of any event that effect the morale of any of my crew members, even if it only positively impacts the morale of one unnamed Orion," Michael said in an official tone, then smiled. "In other words, yes, I'd be quite interested in the results." Jynea smiled, eyes twinkling, "I'll be sure to keep you updated." She was about to add more when the first officer was informed there were even more crew coming aboard. Boy, this place was becoming as busy as the New York spaceport! She thanked the first officer again for his help and decided to go give Mark the scolding of his life. Not that she thought he'd listen! Really, stealing Dowsy's salad! (Reply any/all) (Posted by Patrick & Lorna) (USS Spectre - Personal Quarters - SFI Agent - Lt. Commander Brian Rogers - 14:30) Rogers slowly stepped into his new quarters, and frowned after looking around. It was, of course, noticeably smaller than his First Officer's Quarters. ~Not that it matters,~ Rogers told himself before tossing his bag on his bed. At least he was without a roommate. Part of him had thought that he might get the spacious guest quarters, reserved for admirals and ambassadors, and the like, but, he guessed wrong. He quickly unpacked his clothes and uniforms. He had no personal effects, and had no idea where they were. He had last seen them at Starbase Geneva, and now, they were gone, another causality in his time with the SFI. The more he thought about it, he realized that nothing really important was lost. Memories, they could never take his memories, although, that could be unfortunate with certain ones. Once he was settled into his smaller quarters, Rogers paced around, eager for something to do. He had a few friends from his Spectre days, but still, it felt like a different ship. Rogers replicated an iced tea for himself and sat on his sofa, pondering his time on the Spectre. Doc Williams, Chenoll, T'Vhor and even that rogue in uniform Counselor Taxia had been good friends. He thought back to the battle that put him in Geneva. He had taken a shuttlecraft with a Marine fighter pilot, to add a secondary target to an attacking ship. The pilot didn't survive, although, Rogers did, barely. Rogers had to beg T'Vhor to allow him to take the shuttle. Lt. Vasilyovna had been there and... Vasilyovna. Brian quickly finished his drink and tapped his comm badge. "Rogers to Vasilyovna," he said. (reply Vasilyovna) "Lieutenant, don't know if you've heard by now, but I'm back on the Spectre. I need a..." he paused, thinking of an excuse, "A briefing on events that happened while I was gone. Care to meet me in Ten Forward for coffee in 30 minutes?" Rogers said, trying to sound professional, not personal for the Vulcan-like Security Chief. (reply Vasilyovna, any) (Posted by Kevin Schram) (USS Spectre – Jefferies tube above Kreung quarters - Corporal Houseman - 14:32) Houseman looked at the marine beside him and nodded. They had timed this properly knowing that Kreung was on the bridge they had a small window of opportunity. Houseman carefully deactivated the sensor grid that was around the ceiling hatch and moved it out the way. He then gingerly lowered his head into the room and looked around to make sure that he was sure that no one was hiding in the quarters. ~good~ He looked back at his companion and nodded. He quickly spun himself around and dropped into the room. He saw the hutch as he landed. ~eyes on~ He silently moved towards the target and carefully unfolded the mesh carrying case he had brought with him. He placed a handfull of carrots at one end as he placed it on the floor in front of the rabbit’s hutch. He opened the hutch door and slowly placed his hand in. ~okay easy now~ He carefully searched the hutch with his hand not wanting to scare and rabbit. ~its not there~ He quickly pulled his hand out and bent down so that he could shine his tiny torch into the empty hutch. "Not there." He pulled back and flicked open his tricorder. ~Damn not here either~ "What's the matter?" Houseman looked at the marine who had stuck his head into the room. "Not here." "What do you mean its not there." "As in its vacated the premises." Houseman rolled his eyes. "Did you not check before we left." He glared at the marine. "Course I did. It was here earlier." "Well where is it?" "How should I know it does'nt tell me its itinerary." He stood up, put his hands on his hips and looked around Kreung's quarters. He was about to suggest that they should leave when a tiny buzzer beeped in his ear. They had placed a small motion sensor outside the quarters which would tell them if some one was about to enter. ~Ow hell some one is coming~ As he stepped towards the ceiling hatch he knew that he had seconds before he would be found. "Better find some where to hide mate." He watched as the marine shut the hatch. ~Waw your a bright one aren't you~ He quickly scanned the room to make sure that it was just like it was when he had arrived. He picked up the carrying case and the carrots as he dashed for the bathroom as the doors opened. He looked around the small bath room and quickly decided where to hide. He crossed the small space and stepped into the shower. It would afford him a little bit of cover but not much. He heard Kreung in the next room. ~How on earth am I going explain what I am doing in her shower with a carrying case with carrots in it~ He softly placed the carrying case on the floor beside him and then listened to Kreung as she moved around her quarters. ~I so hope she does'nt want a shower~ He paused thinking about the mental image of Kreung having a shower. "DAMNIT." Houseman froze his mind switching back to the situation in hand and waited for Kreung to come storming into the bath room. "Computer, where is non-sentient Mark?" [Mark the Rabbit is in Sickbay.] "Son of a ..!" ~Houdini has got no hope against that bunny~ He heard Kreung quickly leave the room. He waited for a minute or two before he left the bathroom. He quietly climbed back into the jefferies tube and nodded to his companion. "Sickbay. Plan B" He then turned and headed along the jefferies tube. (reply any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - CMO Williams - 14:32) Andrew entered sickbay and nodded at the nurse on duty. “If you need me I’ll be in my office.” With that he went to his office. He ordered a drink and then sat down at his desk. He had a lot to do before he went planet side. ~Okay let’s start with the reports. They’re going to take the longest~ He picked up a Padd and began looking through the lists of medical reports that he had to finish. He liked to make sure that he had his notes in order before he left the ship just in case some thing should happen to him while he was off the ship. This meant that any one taking over would have up to dates reports on all of the crew. He opened the first report. “Okay lets see. Ow yes. Computer begin recording.” He waited for the computer to beep. “After discussing the options with crewman Potter she has decided to try the implant. She is aware of its side effects of this treatment and as well as the rejection rate. I will see her in the follow up clinic with the expectation of implanting the device as soon after that.” ~She will be very happy to get that done~ He paused for a moment. “Next patient.” ~Ow yes that’s right~ “Mr Castillo is responding well to treatment and should be back to work in a few days once his fever have come down and his constant diarrhoea and vomiting is under control.” ~Hope it does not come back coz it will take a long time to get the smell of vomit out of that isolation room~ “Next patient.” He leaned back and carried on with his report. “Miss Fearless is…..” (reply any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Security - TAC/SC Lieutenant Yelena Vasilyovna - 14:33) It was by pure coincidence that Donaldson entered the Security section the moment that the Chief was about to call him, her finger had indeed almost touched her combadge as he appeared through the door. ~Synchronicity?~ (Reply Donaldson) Donaldson's query aside, it seemed odd at first that the Captain had not ordered her planetside on such an important meeting, but instead had chosen to go with three of her subordinates. Her latest intelligence however suggested that this might be the most prudent course of action after all, there was already talk of the involvement of the Cardassians now, perhaps the Obsidian order itself even. With this in mind, it made sense that the Chief of Security remained on board and in orbit of Ushar Prime, a perfect vantage point for any unexpected intrusions into Theta Draconis space if ever there was. Anyway, there was no doubt whatsoever in her mind now, that she'd get to taste the dust of the Ushar fermament sooner or later. For now though, she would let her erstwhile colleagues deal with the situation in her absence, Yates however was beginning to worry her, the big lumox had a tendency to put his foot in it at the most inopertune times and as such, the thought of him doing this in the ministers reception halls did not appeal. On Tranome Sar he had managed to fall into a sand trap & got stuck with a poisonous indiginous thorn. The resident troglodite Ferengi, dwelling in the locale had found it highly amusing & had practically bounced on the unfortunate Sec Officers head to make him go deeper. Vasilyovna had felt an urge to seperate said Ferengi's cranium from the general location of his body but had felt that the Captain, and indeed the Federation President himself might not have agreed with that course of action. Needless to say, she refrained from that particular course of action. With a sigh, Vasilyovna put aside the notion of the giant Yates falling through the carpetted halls of the Ushari stateroom and concentrated on the matter in hand, namely Donaldson's previous query. "I would suggest you follow standard ambassadorial protocol. Remain alert, keep a close eye on the top man's aides & look out for anyone that is not fitting in", said Vasilyovna, "I'll be keeping an eye on things here anyway, any new info and you'll be the first to catch it", she added, just as her commbadge chirped into life with a somewhat familiar ring. =/\=Rogers to Vasilyovna=/\= Vasilyovna's eyes visibly closed as the voice came through, an action that had not gone unoticed by Donaldson standing nearby. ~Oh no, I was actually hoping it was but a rumour, but I suppose this means that it must be true~ thought Vasilyovna. "Go ahead Brian", sighed the Chief with a sideways glance to Donaldson, who now wore an enquiring look upon his face. =/\=Lieutenant, I don't know if you've heard by now, but I'm back on the Spectre. I need a...... a briefing on events that happened while I was gone=/\= came the response. =/\=Can you meet me in Ten Forward for coffee in 30 minutes?=/\= Vasilyovna shook her head slowly as though she was not going to relish such a meeting. "I AM the Security chief Mr Rogers, it's my business to know everything..... of course I know your back", said a slightly agitated Vasilyovna. "If I must meet you now than I can meet you in forty minutes, I'm a leetle busy right now", she added. (Reply Rogers) "Forty minutes then", said Vasilyovna, "And you are buying", she added before closing the comms & turning thenceforth towards Donaldson, who still wore the same look of confusion. "I take it you have yet to meet our former First Officer?", enquired Vasilyovna. (Reply Donaldson) "He has, how shall I say..... a tendency for the theatrical, he also likes to play practical jokes", said Yelena reminiscing back now to just how awkward the man could actually be when he wished to be. (Reply Donaldson, IYW) "No matter, you will see", said Vasilyovna, "best you get equipped for the away mission & please.... make sure Ensign Yates does not damage any of the fittings down there", she added. (Reply Donaldson, IYW) Donaldson then left the area & headed off to where he needed to be. (Reply Rogers, Donaldson) (Posted by Alan) (USS Spectre - Security - TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 14:33) It was by pure coincidence that Chuck entered the Security section the moment that Vasilyovna was about to call him, her finger had indeed almost touched her commbadge as he appeared through the door. “Hello, Lieutenant … Captain T’Vhor ordered me to come down here. He wants me, Goldsteen, and Yates to go with the away team down to the planet. Any extra orders or advice?” Chuck thought it was odd that Vasilyovna was left behind. In fact he thought she was going to lead the security detail. The Captain apparently wanted Chuck in control … previous away missions notwithstanding. "I would suggest you follow standard ambassadorial protocol. Remain alert, keep a close eye on the top man's aides & look out for anyone that is not fitting in", said Vasilyovna, "I'll be keeping an eye on things here anyway, any new info and you'll be the first to catch it", she added, just as her commbadge chirped into life with a somewhat familiar ring. =/\=Rogers to Vasilyovna=/\= ~This should be interesting.~ thought Chuck sliding closer beside the Russian to get an ear full. She closed her eyes and Chuck cracked a smile. "Go ahead Brian", sighed the Chief with a sideways glance to Donaldson, who now wore an enquiring look upon his face. ~eww, Brian, how familiar.~ Chuck thought. =/\=Lieutenant, I don't know if you've heard by now, but I'm back on the Spectre. I need a...... a briefing on events that happened while I was gone=/\= came the response. =/\=Can you meet me in Ten Forward for coffee in 30 minutes?=/\= Vasilyovna shook her head slowly as though she was not going to relish such a meeting. Chuck stifled a giggle. "I AM the Security chief Mr Rogers, it's my business to know everything..... of course I know your back", said a slightly agitated Vasilyovna. "If I must meet you now than I can meet you in forty minutes, I'm a leetle busy right now", she added. ~Who knew she’d prefer my company to anybody else’s.~ (Reply Rogers) "Forty minutes then", said Vasilyovna, "And you are buying", she added before closing the comms & turning thenceforth towards Donaldson. Chuck was admittedly confused … the conversation was hardly discernable … but the humor of the situation never escaped him. "I take it you have yet to meet our former First Officer?", enquired Vasilyovna. “I did serve with him briefly, sir. In fact there is a bridge incident in my file. However, I can’t say I’m well acquainted with him.” Said Chuck. "He has, how shall I say..... a tendency for the theatrical, he also likes to play practical jokes", said Yelena reminiscing back now to just how awkward the man could actually be when he wished to be. “Theatrical … that sounds remarkably familiar. There must be an interesting story behind your … opinions.” Said Chuck emphasizing the word ‘opinions’. "No matter, you will see", said Vasilyovna, "best you get equipped for the away mission & please.... make sure Ensign Yates does not damage any of the fittings down there", she added. “You’ve got it, Sir.” Chuck said waving a hand in front of him and turning to leave. ~But I’m going to find out more about this conversation.~ he thought. (reply any) (posted by Anton) (USS Spectre - Personal Quarters - SFI Agent - Lt. Commander Brian Rogers - 14:36) =/\= I AM the Security chief Mr Rogers, it's my business to know everything..... of course I know your back. If I must meet you now than I can meet you in forty minutes, I'm a leetle busy right now, =/\= The spicy Russian said. Rogers smiled and tapped his fingers on the coffee table near his couch. "That'll be fine, Lieutenant," Rogers said, noting the time. =/\= Forty minutes then, and you are buying, =/\= she said, before the channel closed. Rogers let out a loud laugh. He spent the rest of his time adjusting things in his quarters, shining his service boots, and making his bed. Once those chores were done, he quickly tidied his uniform before walking out, an heading to Ten Forward. (Reply None) (Posted by Kevin Schram) (USS Spectre – Sickbay – Mark the Rabbit - 14:40) The place smelled dreadful, but he was a hungry rabbit and he could smell food. He butted his head against the grate until it gave way and he could scramble out and into the small room. There were all sorts of flashing lights and containers, but most attractively there was a dish with greens on it in front a two foot in blue. The two foot smelled sad and was more picking at the salad than she was eating it. Mark felt it was his duty to help her eat the salad – perfectly good food shouldn't be left to wilt! With a mighty hop he got himself from in-the-wall to the counter below, a bit of a slid and a scramble which he feared was horrifically undignified and he had the two foot's attention. Nothing to do now but look cute! He sat back up on his hind legs and wriggled his nose in the manner than made his two foot giggle and pat his head. (reply two foot ;) (Posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Jeffrey’s Tube Cross-Section (deck 5) – Ensign Paul Morphy – 14:40) Paul lay inside the Jeffrey’s Tube Cross-Section. His arms were folded behind his head and the only sounds were the occasional echo from other parts of the ship. A PADD laying by his side began beeping. He turned on his side and hit a few buttons on the PADD. ~Oh ho ho, very mundane, O’Connor. Fiber optic cameras.~ “Imaginative, not especially effective, but imaginative.” Paul mumbled. His voice echoed through the tube. (reply any) (posted by Anton) (USS Spectre – Sickbay – Nurse Douwsy - 14:42) Douwsy was picking at her salad for what had seemed like ages. Her mind wandering absentmindedly. There was a soft thump beside her and she looked over at a rabbit that had landed on the console beside her. ~What the..~ She smiled as the rabbit sat back up on his hind legs and wriggled his nose at her. She grinned at the rabbit and gave it a pat on the head. "Well how did you get here then? Wonder if you are hungry?" ~It's not like I'm going to eat it any how~ She slid her plate towards the rabbit and waited to see what he would do. (reply Mark) (reply Mark, any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - CMO Williams - 14:43) Andrew placed down the last Padd and stood up. He went into the sickbay. He needed to find Douwsy to tell her that he was going planet side. As he crossed sickbay he saw Douwsy sitting at the nurse station and there was a small furry thing sitting in front of her. ~Ow I so hope it’s not a tribble~ As he stepped over to her he saw that it was worse than a tribble. ~What the hell is it doing here~ “Um Douwsy what’s it doing here?” Douwsy looked up at him as she stroked the rabbit that was chomping its way through some vegetables. “Andrew it’s not an it it’s called Mark.” Andrew rolled his eyes. “Well Mark is a terror. Jynea needs to keep Mark under control he seems to be getting away a lot lately.” Douwsy looked at him. “Have you seen the amount of security she has rigged up in her quarters just to keep him in?” Andrew shook his head and turned as the sickbay doors open. (reply any) (Posted by Robbie Gray) (USS Spectre - Security - TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 14:45) “Alright, Ensign Yates, you’re with me.” Said Chuck. (reply Yates) “Donaldson to Goldsteen.” Said Chuck tapping his commbadge (reply Goldsteen) “Ensign Goldsteen, the Captain has ordered us to beam down to Ushar Prime at 1600 hours. I want to have the Security detail ready ahead of time.” (reply Goldsteen) (reply Yates, Goldsteen, any) (posted by Anton) (USS Spectre - Security - Ensign Nathanial Yates - 14:47) In a single moment, Yates stopped what he had been doing as Lieutenant Donaldson came suddenly into the sideroom, apparently fixed now with an agenda of some sort in mind. "Alright, Ensign Yates, you’re with me", he had said as he quickly spun about and then walked out again without even a why or wherefore in sight. "Sir?", said Yates standing up now and giving chase, "with you sir, what's up?", he enquired. The immediately ensuing conversation with Goldsteen via comms however brought an answer soon enough. So they were finally going down to Ushar Prime. Yates had known that a security detail would be required of course but he had been hoping that his own presence might not be required. It was common knowledge that he possessed what could only be described as, 'pitfall guidence', meaning that if there was a hole to fall into, Yates would certainly find it without even trying to. He let out a sigh and shook his head, then he made for the equipment locker to saddle up before following Donaldson out into the corridor & onwards. (Reply None) (Posted by alan) (USS Spectre - Deck 3, Away Team Staging - Ensign Nathanial Yates - 14:55) By now of course, Yates, just as with everyone else that was gathering here was phasored up & being briefed by the SEC Commander, who in this case was Lieutenant Donaldson. On this particular little soire, Donaldson answered only to the Captain, who in turn would no doubt be arriving nearer to the sixteen hundred hours beamout than beforehand. So, what of the Ushari? This was to be the first time that Yates had actually seen this species up close and he was wondering now, whether the image he had created in his head would match what they would actually see. Molelike ancestry was all that he had been told and as a result of that, he had this picture of a pointy snouted, velvet furred being wearing spectacles being introduced to them as the Ushari Prime minister. For some reason, his grandfathers stories, apparently relayed to him by HIS great grandfather, of an old Earth piece of entertainment programming dealing with anthropomorphisised animals, living in a community on a riverbank, came suddenly to mind. Something to do with willows if he remembered. Yates shook the image from his head, it was completely absurd and yet bizarrely, quite possible. He would just have to wait and see, for now though he took a seat and listened to the Lieutenants overview of things to come. (Reply Any) (Posted by Alan) (SS Argosy - Weapon Systems Specialist, Warrant officer Jerral Revan and Science Officer, Ensign (jg) Emma Morrissey - 15:15) Jerral walked into the small cargo vessel's lounge, along with the ships large, Vulcan, Chief Engineer. The two had hit it off fairly quickly on the voyage, if one could hit it off with a Vulcan. "There," Jerral said with a gruff nod, "Just keep an eye on the phase alignment of the inducer coils, and they should last you for another couple of months before you need to think about replacing them." "Thank you," The taller and bulkier Vulcan said, in his species normal flat tone. "Your help has been most welcomed." "Any time," He said then looked over at the petite brunette in the corner, where she had spent most of the trip. "Ensign, we're about 15 minutes out from the Spectre, Captain says we should be ready to beam over before then." Emma smiled and nodded, "Thank you, Mr. Revan," She said, fighting not to call him sir. She was only just out of the academy, and was too used to calling everyone that wasn't another cadet sir. "I'm already packed." Jerral just shrugged, nodded once more to the ship's Engineer, and walked out of the room. Emma looked back down at her PADD and closed out of the file. She was already in her uniform, so she headed back to her temporary quarters to grab her bag. She stopped to look in the mirror, and quickly fixed her long curly hair, pulling back the sides to keep them off her face. Taking one more deep breath she headed off for the transporter room. (Reply None) (Posted by Patrick D) (USS Spectre - Ten Forward - SFI Agent - Lt. Commander Brian Rogers - 15:15) Rogers entered Ten Forward. He assumed that the TAC/SEC would be slightly delayed because of her duties, but sure enough, she was already sitting at a table. Rogers smiled and approached the table. "Punctual as always, I see," he said, smiling at her. (reply Vasilyovna) Rogers took a seat opposite to her, "How have you been, Yelena?" Rogers asked softly. (reply Vasilyovna) Brian nodded understandingly. "Starfleet Intelligence is... quite an experience. It's rather different from the rest of Starfleet," Rogers explained. "It's not what you'd imagine. I now have a... different respect for Agent Smith and the gaggle of other SFI agents we've had onboard," Rogers said. (reply Vasilyovna) "Tell me about the Spectre, what happened whilst I was gone, I can't imagine that the end of the war was kind to the old ship," Rogers said, waving to a civilian waitress. (reply Vasilyovna, any) (Posted by Kevin Schram) (USS Spectre - Away Team Staging – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson – 15:15) Yates and Goldsteen had already been briefed on the away mission and were prepared to leave. Chuck held a PADD in his left hand and sat at the staging table with his feet propped up on the table. Chuck couldn’t help but notice his selection to lead a security team that consisted of l