From: JoGoodman2@aol.com Sent: Saturday, 31 May 2003 1:13 AM To: up_rpg@freedom-squadron.com Subject: compile May11-20 (part 1) compile May 11-20, 2003 Mission: Medicinal Tonic Day 1 Stardate 2406.03.06 (Otono Medical Center, Ensign(jg) Hank Longfellow - 13:37) (Starbase Valhalla, FO/Counselor's office, Lt. PRAT Bellephoron II, 14:30) (Starbase Valhalla, FO/Counselors office, 14:40, Kahila Lono,) (Starbase Valhalla - Sickbay/Verano Medical Centre - ACMO Anderson - 15.22) (Starbase Valhalla: Sickbay/Verano Medical Centre - TAC/SC Pierce Orde - 15.22) (Starbase Valhalla - Verano Medical Centre - ACMO Anderson - 15.23) (Otono Medical Center,CMO Cambridge, 15:30) (Otono Medical Center, CMO's office, 15:35, Kahila Lono) Starbase Valhalla, FO/Counseling Offices, Ensign(jg) Hank Longfellow, 16:36) (Starbase Valhalla, FO/Counselors office, 16:36, Kahila Lono) (Starbase Valhalla, FO/Counseling Offices, Ensign(jg) Hank Longfellow, 16:41) (Starbase Valhalla, FO/Counselors Office, Kahila Lono, 16:45) (Starbase Valhalla, FO/Counseling Offices, Ensign(jg) Hank Longfellow, 16:48) Starbase Valhalla - Verano Medical Centre - ACMO Anderson - 18.15) (Starbase Valhalla - Verano Medical Centre - ACMO Anderson - 18.17) Starbase Valhalla, SFI Command Centre, SPC SFI Dupree - 18.20 (Starbase Valhalla: corridor near Counselor's office - Lt. Orde - 18.31) (Starbase Valhalla: corridor near Counselor's office - SPC Ensign Bonn (aka SFI Dupree) - 18.31) Mars - Stratops, Captain Office - Capt Richard Ian Lee - 18.32) (Mars - Stratops, Central OPS - RADM Kevel - 18.33) (Starbase Valhalla, Deck 12: Corridor, Ensign(jg) Hank Longfellow - 18:35) Starbase Valhalla: Operations - SPC Ensign Bonn (aka SFI Dupree) - 18.50) (Starbase Valhalla, Shuttlebay One, Ensign(jg) Hank Longfellow - 20.15) (Otono Medical Center, Ensign(jg) Hank Longfellow - 13:37) "Well, you've had your fun of impacting to your cartilage and joints. You've also got some lung tissue damage from what as best as I can figure, is cigar smoke..." Hank started to open his mouth to give his normal explanation but the doctor held his hand up. "Don't tell me excuses young man. Your body is what you have to live with until you die and that lung tissue damage isn't something to be coy about. I'll give you a clear bill, but I want you back down here as soon as possible. I need to get you healed up. We've got some new things that can help you and it's rather painless and even sometimes quite fun to do. Am I clear?" Hank winced inside but nodded in agreement. "Sir, yes sir," the ensign stated. The doctor was an officer and was willing to give Hank a clean bill of health. Both of which seemed fairly good reasons for Longfellow to give a bit of grudging respect. Mac smiled and clapped the man on his shoulder. "Good on you man, good on you. I'll see you back soon enough...good day.." With a nod, Hank moved from the table to walk for the door. (Starbase Valhalla, FO/Counselor's office, Lt. PRAT Bellephoron II, 14:30) Outside of the Counsellor's office Percival nearly collided with an operations officer who had just come out of the office. Before he could say anything, however, the other officer had dashed away . "I say" Percival muttered, "that was a bit rude, wasn't it?" Percival shook his head over the lack of common decency most people were showing nowadays as he entered the office. "Madam," he announced as he came to attention. "Lt. Percival Bellephoron the second as ordered and requested." "Hello, Lieutenant," she gestured for him to be seated. "I understand that you're very recently returned to the station." Percival regarded the couch with apprehension, but seated himself anyway. It had been a request, if not by words. But a request none the less. And at least he was seated below the FO as befitting with her rank. "Indeed I have, Madam. There have been some personal matters that I was required to attend to. They have been resolved reasonably satisfactory and hence my return." "I'm glad the Admiral recommended that we confer on the upcoming entertainment. As this is a busy time for most officers, I think the gathering should be something relaxing, very informal. Yet maybe containing a surprise." Percival nodded but managed to keep himself from frowning at the word informal. "What would you think of a holodeck luau? I was raised on Oahu, so of course I have some interesting memories of that sort of event?" For a second Percival lost complete control over his left eyebrow as it shot up in dismay. "A luau? What a very ......... innovative and cultural notion, Madam. I must congratulate Madam on her choice of venue." By now Percival had gathered himself enough not to want to scream anymore. The thought of near naked men and women gathering on an informal basis was enough to set off all alarm-bells in his head. It was not the kind of venue he had been taught to be comfortable with. In fact, he detested the idea of using shells as underwear and coconut-shells as chest-coverers. They were so ...non-functional. But Percival knew that he did not have a choice in the matter. As the FO had said, she came from the area and hence might regard any disapproval of the idea as a slight on her background. "Very .... innovative, indeed. Unfortunately I must admit I have not been actively participating in such events. However, Madam can rest assured that I will do my utmost to retrieve all information necessary for said event. When does Madam plan on having this luau?" "The Admiral hasn't specified a time for the gathering. I think this upcoming weekend might be best; I'll ask him when I meet with him later. Now, as to your evaluation— is there any kind of stress that's been troubling to you, something that seems more difficult than usual to manage? Or perhaps, some change in your sleep or dream patterns?" Percival thought for the moment. The notion of organising a luau within a few days would most probably influence his sleeping patterns. That is, if he let it. He shook his head. " I consider stress to be an external influence designed to peak one's performance. That is if one does not allow it to interfere with the proper workings. There have been instances in the near past where I found tasks to be slightly more difficult to fulfill but that only meant one had to try a little harder. And I succeeded hence I know there is no need to get upset about encountering difficulties on the way. It is just part of the process. As for sleeping irregularities, I never allow that to interfere with my work. One sleeps when one is able to or when it is convenient. But allowing oneself not to sleep because of certain difficulties in one's path would be quite out of the question." (Reply Kahlia) The Counsellor gave him two PADDS, asking for a sample of his handwriting, then explaining her technique of aspect psychology. Percival nodded as he had read up on aspect psychology. "An interesting notion," he admitted, "but I must admit that I wonder a little as to why Madam would want to use such a technique. It is, after all, quite commonly known that said technique is open to misinterpretation. One does not describe how one's aspects really interact but more on how one perceives one's aspects interact. Quite subjective. Unless Madam has information from another source which would describe the mental workings of one and hence upon reflection it would show Madam how one perceives oneself. In which case it would be a quite powerful tool." Percival made sure he smiled generously, so that she would not take it as a show of his disapproval. "I must admit I am a bit unclear as how Madam wishes to apply said procedure on myself, though. Since I do not originate from this timeline and have been only a visitor here for six months Madam would not have the other sources to compare my inner ramblings with. Never the less, I will not let it be said that I do not fulfill any request imposed upon me." Percival started to draw. "I hope Madam will forgive me when I will make one slight alteration. Instead of simple figures I will use complex figures. According to Professor Hi-Gutcha using more complex figures increases the ability of one to express one's thoughts more clearly. My aspects, most undoubtedly, are Duty, Honour, Protection, Self-sacrifice, Logic and Thirst for Knowledge." Percival looked up from the drawing to peer at the Counsellor. "Duty overrides all, even honour. It is the sense of Duty that holds everything together. Hence Duty I will portray as mortar that keep the other building blocks into place. The next one is honour, or moral beliefs. It is how we perceive the world around us and how we build on it to create a better world. Hence Honour I will show as stones, held together by the mortar. Protection, on the other hand, is our desire to maintain the better world we have created with Honour and Duty. Hence Protection will be portrayed as a moat, designed to keep the ones on the inside safe and secure, but also serving as a definition of where one feels one's boundaries are. I would wish to ensure that nobody would come to harm but alas I know I am not able to fulfill that desire. It will be for others to fulfill that desire for me." Percival cocked his head slightly as he tried to assess the counsellor as she assessed him. "Self sacrifice is obvious. If one wishes to create a better world, that better world must take precedence over oneself. The Ego is not important. The new world is. Hence Self-sacrifice I will show as a tombstone for Ego. Not that I have a particular death-wish, of course. But in the greater scheme of things one does not amount to much and one's ego is expendable." "Which leaves Logic and Thirst for knowledge. These attributes are there to ensure the continued survival of the better world. Logic is a way to perceive information and to ensure it's proper dissemination. Therefore I will show Logic as a way to look out into the other world with, like windows in a wall. The Quest for knowledge is there so that we can learn and improve, to examine the outer world, to change the outer-world so that it falls within the moat and becomes ours. So I will draw it as battlements from which we can look out off, whilst still maintaining a certain defence at the same time." Percival regarded the drawing that he made. "It would appear that my world is a castle," he added after some thought as he handed the PADD back. " I am afraid that my drawing skills are not that phenomenal, but I hope it will suffice." (Reply Kahlia) "Thank you Lieutenant. Is there anything else you'd like to mention?" Percival thought for a moment. Then he shook his head. "I think that is all, I am afraid. Unless Madam has something particular to ask me?" (Reply by Kahlia, any) (Posted by Adrie Geuken) Adrie Geuken (adrie@geuken.freeserve.co.uk) (Starbase Valhalla, FO/Counselors office, 14:40, Kahila Lono,) "Hello, Lieutenant," Kahila gestured for Bellephoron to be seated. "I understand that you're very recently returned to the station." "Indeed I have, Madam. There have been some personal matters that I was required to attend to. They have been resolved reasonably satisfactory and hence my return." "I'm glad the Admiral recommended that we confer on the upcoming entertainment. As this is a busy time for most officers, I think the gathering should be something relaxing, very informal. Yet maybe containing a surprise." Kahila waited for a response, and Bellephoron nodded. "What would you think of a holodeck luau? I was raised on Oahu, so of course I have some interesting memories of that sort of event?" Kahila was surprised to see his left eyebrow shoot up. And her empathic sense was alerted that Bellephoron was feeling a very uncomfortable reaction to her suggestion. ~Now what about a luaou would distress him? I can't reassure him unless I know more. But perhaps I shouldn't be certain this is the best idea for a gathering.~ "A luau? What a very ......... innovative and cultural notion, Madam. I must congratulate Madam on her choice of venue." Though he seemed to be trying to appear unconcerned, and his voice tone was undeniably polite, his distress still communicated itself to her, as he continued. Very .... innovative, indeed. Unfortunately I must admit I have not been actively participating in such events. However, Madam can rest assured that I will do my utmost to retrieve all information necessary for said event. When does Madam plan on having this luau?" "The Admiral hasn't specified a time for the gathering. I think this upcoming weekend might be best; I'll ask him when I meet with him later. Now, as to your evaluation— is there any kind of stress that's been troubling to you, something that seems more difficult than usual to manage? Or perhaps, some change in your sleep or dream patterns?" He shook his head. " I consider stress to be an external influence designed to peak one's performance. That is if one does not allow it to interfere with the proper workings. There have been instances in the near past where I found tasks to be slightly more difficult to fulfill but that only meant one had to try a little harder. And I succeeded hence I know there is no need to get upset about encountering difficulties on the way. It is just part of the process. As for sleeping irregularities, I never allow that to interfere with my work. One sleeps when one is able to or when it is convenient. But allowing oneself not to sleep because of certain difficulties in one's path would be quite out of the question." Kahila smiled. "I congratulate you on the clarity of your thought and communication." The Counsellor gave him two PADDS, asking for a sample of his handwriting, then explaining her technique of aspect psychology. Percival nodded as he had read up on aspect psychology. "An interesting notion," he admitted, "but I must admit that I wonder a little as to why Madam would want to use such a technique. It is, after all, quite commonly known that said technique is open to misinterpretation. One does not describe how one's aspects really interact but more on how one perceives one's aspects interact. Quite subjective. Unless Madam has information from another source which would describe the mental workings of one and hence upon reflection it would show Madam how one perceives oneself. In which case it would be a quite powerful tool." Percival made sure he smiled generously, so that she would not take it as a show of his disapproval. "I must admit I am a bit unclear as how Madam wishes to apply said procedure on myself, though. Since I do not originate from this timeline and have been only a visitor here for six months Madam would not have the other sources to compare my inner ramblings with. Never the less, I will not let it be said that I do not fulfill any request imposed upon me." "Yes," Kahila replied, "the matter of changing timelines presents quite a challenge to any type of counseling proceedure. And you're right in regarding aspect psychology as being subjective. Nevertheless it does provide a place to start in understanding a person's self perception." Kahila could feel that Bellephoron had quite a struggle in being cooperative to her techniques, and she appreceiated his dedication. Percival started to draw. "I hope Madam will forgive me when I will make one slight alteration. Instead of simple figures I will use complex figures. According to Professor Hi-Gutcha using more complex figures increases the ability of one to express one's thoughts more clearly. My aspects, most undoubtedly, are Duty, Honour, Protection, Self-sacrifice, Logic and Thirst for Knowledge." Percival looked up from the drawing to peer at the Counsellor. "Duty overrides all, even honour. It is the sense of Duty that holds everything together. Hence Duty I will portray as mortar that keep the other building blocks into place. The next one is honour, or moral beliefs. It is how we perceive the world around us and how we build on it to create a better world. Hence Honour I will show as stones, held together by the mortar. Protection, on the other hand, is our desire to maintain the better world we have created with Honour and Duty. Hence Protection will be portrayed as a moat, designed to keep the ones on the inside safe and secure, but also serving as a definition of where one feels one's boundaries are. I would wish to ensure that nobody would come to harm but alas I know I am not able to fulfill that desire. It will be for others to fulfill that desire for me." Percival cocked his head slightly as he tried to assess the counsellor as she assessed him. Their eyes met, and Kahila nodded for him to continue. "Self sacrifice is obvious. If one wishes to create a better world, that better world must take precedence over oneself. The Ego is not important. The new world is. Hence Self-sacrifice I will show as a tombstone for Ego. Not that I have a particular death-wish, of course. But in the greater scheme of things one does not amount to much and one's ego is expendable." "Which leaves Logic and Thirst for knowledge. These attributes are there to ensure the continued survival of the better world. Logic is a way to perceive information and to ensure it's proper dissemination. Therefore I will show Logic as a way to look out into the other world with, like windows in a wall. The Quest for knowledge is there so that we can learn and improve, to examine the outer world, to change the outer-world so that it falls within the moat and becomes ours. So I will draw it as battlements from which we can look out off, whilst still maintaining a certain defence at the same time." Percival regarded the drawing that he made. "It would appear that my world is a castle," he added after some thought as he handed the PADD back. " I am afraid that my drawing skills are not that phenomenal, but I hope it will suffice." "Oh, I'm not at all interested in quality of drawing, though actually yours is quite well delineated. And your view of yourself and the world around you is unusually well thought out. I thank you for your cooperation. Is there anything else you'd like to mention?" Percival thought for a moment. Then he shook his head. "I think that is all, I am afraid. Unless Madam has something particular to ask me?" "No. We can consider the evaluation concluded." Kahila smiled at him. "But, now, back for a moment to the upcoming social event. I want to make clear that I haven't made a firm decision about the luaou. It was something that occurred to me. But I'm certainly open to other suggestions. I haven't given any particulars to Admiral Jopek yet. Would you perhaps have an alternative to add?" (reply TSO) (posted by Josephine Goodman) (Starbase Valhalla - Sickbay/Verano Medical Centre - ACMO Anderson - 15.22) Her eyes opened and she blinked as the harsh light dazzled her. She tried to orient herself and establish where she was and why she was there. She could tell immediately that she wasn't waking up in her quarters as she'd never sleep with the lights on. She tried to sit up and look around but she felt stiff and awkward. "She's awake." She heard from only a few metres away. Within one blink there were 3 faces staring down at her and instantly she knew she was in sickbay. "Doctor Anderson, how are you feeling?" the questioner was a young woman who Rain recognised as Dr Edison. Another was the second officer and security chief, a man she had an unfortunate habit of butting heads with. The other appeared to be a nurse. "What happened? How did I get here?" Rain ignored the question, eager to gain some answers herself. Rhea Edison quickly began to explain how she had been found, close to death in a storage container in Cargo Bay 3. Apparently the ACEO had discovered her during a routine scan. The SC had then organised medical to cut her free. As the young doctor spoke, Rain began to recall some of the events of the past day and finally how she had been convinced she would never be found and would quickly draw her last breath. A tear slid down her cheek at the awful memories. She now knew why she felt so stiff and awkward. She'd been bent like a hairpin and stuffed in a barrel! "Thank you all for saving me! I was sure my time was up. Please pass on my gratitude to the ACEO as well." Tears flowed freely now and Rain didn't try to stop them. "We've reversed the carbon oxide gas build up in your blood and your hypoxia has now gone. We have administered a muscle relaxant and reviver but you are going to feel stiff and sore for a few more hours I'm afraid. You will just need to rest for a while." The doctor reported. Rain was pleased at the news.... prolonged lack of oxygen can cause brain damage but that does not seem to have happened to her. "Thank you all again." She said as she laid her head back on the pillow. (Reply Edison, Orde, any) (Posted by Wendy Keen) (Starbase Valhalla: Sickbay/Verano Medical Centre - TAC/SC Pierce Orde - 15.22) "Thank you all for saving me! I was sure my time was up. Please pass on my gratitude to the ACEO as well." Tears flowed freely now and Rain didn't try to stop them. "We've reversed the carbon oxide gas build up in your blood and your hypoxia has now gone. We have administered a muscle relaxant and reviver but you are going to feel stiff and sore for a few more hours I'm afraid. You will just need to rest for a while." The doctor reported. "Thank you all again." She said as she laid her head back on the pillow. Pierce stood silently, smiling warmly. He and the ACMO had had their differences, but he was glad that she would be fine. He leaned over to her. "Ensign, you gave my department quite a scare. When you're feeling better, I'll dispatch an officer to ask you a few questions. We'll find out who did this to you, and why." he said. He lowered his voice to but a whisper. "And keep the phaser - you may need it." (Reply Anderson, any) (posted by Lenox) (Starbase Valhalla - Verano Medical Centre - ACMO Anderson - 15.23) Rain relaxed back into the pillow, thoughts of her death fading. She pushed how close she had come to death into the back of her mind. Orde, the security chief was still standing at her bedside. He leant down towards her. "Ensign, you gave my department quite a scare. When you're feeling better, I'll dispatch an officer to ask you a few questions. We'll find out who did this to you, and why." he said. He lowered his voice to but a whisper. "And keep the phaser - you may need it." Rain nodded and managed a weak smile. She hoped that some memories of what had happened to her would come back because at the moment she could remember very little about it. The security chief left her bedside and Rain tried to get some rest. (Reply any) (Posted by Wendy Keen) <> (Otono Medical Center,CMO Cambridge, 15:30) "Hello again, Doctor. I'm sorry to disturb your lunch." Maxwell looked up from his green salad and grinned. "I'm wolfing it down, trying to get moving. Better to do two things at once and get it over with." "I know how busy you are. We'll make this as quick and painless as possible or is that your line?" Cambridge laughed. "Something along those lines Ms. Lono. What can I do for you?" "I'd like a sample of your handwriting on this one, so I can make a time-line comparison. Then on the other, I'd like for you to make a diagram of the various aspects of your personality. The diagram can be any way that you want to place the aspects, a way in which you think they inter-relate, or perhaps a hierarchical arrangement. It's a method I've studied, which enables a counselor to better understand the client's self concept." The Chief Medical Officer leaned back in his chair, scrawled quickly on the PADD, and set it down. On the next one he looked at it for a moment, and then looked at it a bit longer. And longer. And smiling slyly, he quickly drew a simple exclamation point in the middle and handed it back to her. "That's the long and the short of that, counselor." "Have you had any changes in personal functioning such as dream or sleep changes, or problems with concentration?" Mac furrowed his brow. He rarely liked to speak about himself to others, and rathered they talk to him about themselves and allow him to work through him. He never did well with counselors. But this one was special, this one he had to keep on his good side. "Not really. The occasional worries about Rain and my staff, but I've been sleeping well enough.." ~If I sleep at all, with this busy schedule...~ Kahila thanked Cambridge and left the office. The CMO sat for a moment, enjoying a short respite, until he was interrupted by the yells of his staff. A doctors work was never done. -------------- From: JoGoodman2@aol.com Sent: Saturday, 31 May 2003 1:17 AM To: up_rpg@freedom-squadron.com Subject: compile May 11-20 (part 2) (Otono Medical Center, CMO's office, 15:35, Kahila Lono) The Chief Medical Officer leaned back in his chair, scrawled quickly on the PADD, and set it down. On the next one he looked at it for a moment, and then looked at it a bit longer. And longer. And smiling slyly, he quickly drew a simple exclamation point in the middle and handed it back to her. "That's the long and the short of that, counselor." Kahila looked at the PADD with the exclamation point, then glanced at the doctor, her eyebrow raised. ~Well, he's obviously telling me he has no respect for my methods, and wants as little to do with counseling as possible. Very well. For now.~ "Have you had any changes in personal functioning such as dream or sleep changes, or problems with concentration?" The doctor furrowed his brow, then replied "Not really. The occasional worries about Rain and my staff, but I've been sleeping well enough.." "Fine, Doctor. Thank you for your cooperation." She quirked an almost 'Marianne' smile at him. Then she walked briskly from the room, made her way to the turbolift, then the transporter room, and back to Valhalla. Every now and then she thought about that exclamation point. ~Quite an interesting man indeed-- the good doctor.~ (posted by Josephine Goodman) (Starbase Valhalla, FO/Counseling Offices, Ensign(jg) Hank Longfellow, 16:36) She smiled to put him at ease, and gestured for him to sit down. "Thank you for making the appointment, Ensign. Perhaps we will begin by your telling me of anything that might be bothering you, such as unusual stress, or changes in sleep, dreaming?" Hank sat down on the offered chair with a slight frown as he started to cross his arms then stopped himself. He'd been around counselors enough to know that taking something that looked like a 'guarded' seating position would only cause more questions. With his arms stiffly at his sides he looked to the counselor as he pondered her questions. "No ma..er.. sir," he said as he shook his head for a moment. Starfleet's protocols on somethings was still taking him a while to understand, but normally he didn't mess up unless under stress. "Nothing is bothering me at this time nor have there been any changes in my sleep or dreams, sir," he reported for the most part truthfully. He still had 'the dream'. That hadn't changed since his father had died while Hank had been away at the Academy. There wasn't a need to report it anyway. It had already been put into his file by the last counselor at the Academy of that he was somewhat certain, but so far he'd only had it once on the Starbase. Of course he'd only slept once too. (Reply Lono) (Posted by Mark) <> (Starbase Valhalla, FO/Counselors office, 16:36, Kahila Lono) Kahila smiled to put Longfellow at ease, and gestured for him to sit down. "Thank you for making the appointment, Ensign. Perhaps we will begin by your telling me of anything that might be bothering you, such as unusual stress, or changes in sleep, dreaming?" Hank sat down on the offered chair with a slight frown. Kahila noticed that he seemed ill at ease, as he started to move his arms into one position, then changed them to a very stiff posture. ~I don't think he likes being here, perhaps likes it less than most officers.~ "No ma..er.. sir," he said as he shook his head for a moment. "Nothing is bothering me at this time nor have there been any changes in my sleep or dreams, sir," he reported . "Either ma'am, or madam, or sir, will do just fine, Ensign," Kahila said. She smiled again, hoping to reassure him. "All right. Now, I have two PADDS here. On this one I'd like a sample of your handwriting, as it can be referred to in the future, for comparison. And on the other, I'd like for you to make a drawing or diagram, of the aspects of your psyche, and how these appear to you in interaction, or relative importance. The diagram itself can be anything you feel is appropiate. And of course drawing technique is irrelevant. This is called aspect psychology, and is a method used to help bring clarity to a person's inner self. It is used for self understanding as much as for evaluation." Kahila herself disliked the term and idea of evaluation, so far as counseling was concerned. Though of course she recognized the validity of it, from the Command point of view. She waited, as Ensign Longfellow complied. (reply Longfellow) (posted by Josephine Goodman) (Starbase Valhalla, FO/Counseling Offices, Ensign(jg) Hank Longfellow, 16:41) "Either ma'am, or madam, or sir, will do just fine, Ensign," Kahila said. She smiled again, hoping to reassure him. "All right. Now, I have two PADDS here. On this one I'd like a sample of your handwriting, as it can be referred to in the future, for comparison. And on the other, I'd like for you to make a drawing or diagram, of the aspects of your psyche, and how these appear to you in interaction, or relative importance. The diagram itself can be anything you feel is appropriate. And of course drawing technique is irrelevant. This is called aspect psychology, and is a method used to help bring clarity to a person's inner self. It is used for self understanding as much as for evaluation." Hank nodded as he reached out and took the PADDs then slipped the stylist from the first one to write on it. With uncertainty he wrote out the same phrase four times. The first time he spelled it out in careful lettering all in capitals then all in lower case letters before doing it again but this time using cursive in the exact same way. ~The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog," he thought as he finished writing that then placed the PADD aside only to take the other PADD that he'd had balanced on his knee. He glanced up to the counselor for a moment then back to the PADD that was to hold the diagram. It was a simple thing to make diagrams and he could do them without thinking twice on power flow, maintenance requirements and shift alterations with specialization human resource reallocation, or anything else involving engineering or the needs there of. However being asked to do something on himself caused him to pause. Shaking his head he wrote his name in small print over off to the side in the lower corner of the PADD then draw a large circle around the name and labeled it 'work/engineering' so that the outer circle almost formed a large protective barrier between himself and anything outside of that circle. Pausing again he made a small circle up in the furthermost corner away from the other and labeled that Starfleet/Federation and drew a thin line between them to sort of connect between that and the work circle. Pausing once more he noticed the emptiness of the area between the large circle and the small one and scribbled it in with the stylist so that the surrounding area was black with small dots of white still showing through. Halting himself once more he left a small clear area on either side of the first circle he'd drawn but colored in the inside of that circle as well with the darkness. He left little dots here and there and a smaller barrier around his name. Nodding to himself that it seemed full enough he took the PADDs together and held them out to hand them back. "Ma'am, I believe I am done, ma'am," he said quickly and efficiently as he held out the PADDs for the counselor with a darting glance towards the door. (ReplyLono) (Posted by Mark) (Starbase Valhalla, FO/Counselors Office, Kahila Lono, 16:45) Kahila took the PADD Ensign Longfellow handed her, and looked at his four careful renderings of 'the quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog'. As he began work on his aspect psychology diagram, Kahila considered, ~This is unusual. I've never known any officer who wrote the same sentence more than once for the handwriting sample. The Ensign is obviously dedicated to doing correctly what is asked of him.~ Then he handed Kahila the other PADD, saying, "Ma'am, I believe I am done," His eyes gave a darting glance towards the door. "Thank you Ensign." She looked at the PADD with its drawing of labeled circles, and the dark areas with dots of white. She smiled, then said, "Would you like to tell me what the dark areas with white dots represent? You haven't marked them." She realized he was eager to end the session, but hoped he'd comply with an answer. It might help toward better understanding in the future. (reply Longfellow) (posted by Josephine Goodman) (Starbase Valhalla, FO/Counseling Offices, Ensign(jg) Hank Longfellow, 16:48) "Thank you Ensign." She looked at the PADD with its drawing of labeled circles, and the dark areas with dots of white. She smiled, then said, "Would you like to tell me what the dark areas with white dots represent? You haven't marked them." Hank froze slightly in place at the question. He hadn't planned on explaining the diagram and had hoped he wouldn't have to, but even as he'd drawn it he'd come up with some sort of answer for most everything except for that. Frowning slightly at being caught off guard he almost shrugged before stopping himself. "Ma'am, I simply didn't color it all in," he said with hesitation and a glance towards the PADD. "I just thought that it needed more," he explained, "and that void needed to be filled by something so I just um.. darkened the area in. I guess I didn't think it through properly, ma'am." Shifting uncomfortably in his seat he looked to the PADD once more with it's fields of darkness and the small imperfect dots of white in contrast. The edges of the dots blurred slightly with tiny points around them left by where the 'night' imposed by the stylist's coloring didn't reach. "I'm sorry ma'am, I was simply in a rush to get it done, and I shall try and do the test properly in the future, ma'am," he said firmly. (ReplyLono) (Posted by Mark) <> (Starbase Valhalla - Verano Medical Centre - ACMO Anderson - 18.15) The adage that doctors make the worst patients could have been written specifically about Rain Anderson. As each minute dragged interminably on, her impatience at being stuck in a bed grew exponentially. She was now working on moving each major muscle group to see how they all felt. She'd made a thwarted attempt at walking about an hour ago. Now she wanted to see if her muscles felt like they could hold up if she tried again. Having to be helped off the floor and back to bed by a medical technician had been a low point of the afternoon. She wiggled her feet and flexed her calf muscles and she felt as weak as a kitten. She thought they might be good enough to hold her though. She watched the goings on in the room for a few minutes and waited until no-one was around. She sat up and swung her legs over the edge of the biobed. She glanced quickly at the readings above the bed. She thought she saw the display flicker but decided it was some side effect of almost dying. She gently lowered her self to the floor, praying that she wouldn't fall. At the moment that her feet touched the floor every light in the room was extinguished... every single one. A room that was usually full of blinking light sand bleeping alarms was suddenly totally dark and totally quiet. The surprise caused Rain to fall unceremoniously to the floor. Elsewhere in the room she heard a scream, a piece of equipment fall and shatter, someone crash into a piece of furniture and a loud expletive. ~At least no-one saw me fall!~ (Reply any) (Posted by Wendy Keen) (Starbase Valhalla - Verano Medical Centre - ACMO Anderson - 18.17) Rain took a moment to gather her self before trying to move around. She smothered a smile when she heard another person curse after bumping into a biobed. She pulled herself to her feet. "Ms. Anderson! Ms. Anderson!" Rain recognised the voice of Dr Edison, although it was more like a whisper. "There's no need to whisper Doctor. I think everyone who is going to be woken up, has been. It seems we have a bit of a problem. Can you try and open a door out of here and I'll see about getting some light. Rain had a bit of an idea of where the palm beacons were and the quickest way to get there in the complete blackness that encompassed them. Loudly she called out, hoping to sound calming. "I know where the palm beacons are kept and I think I can get there from here without hurting myself. Please try and stay still and calm until I can get us some light." She started to tentatively make her way across the room standing on two toes, receiving an elbow to the ribs and a biobed bruise on her thigh. She pulled open the drawer and rummaged until she found a beacon. She fumbled around until she found the 'on' switch and flicked it.... ....nothing.... ...she gave it a good shake... ...nothing.... she prised open the cover and played around with the power cells... ... still nothing.... ....she reached for another one... ...nothing... "It seems that these are only going to be good as door stops. I'm hypothesising that nothing electrical, even one not connected to the base, is malfunctioning.... don't ask me how... I'm a doctor not an engineer. We need something non-electrical to generate power." Suddenly she had an idea... a good one! "Dr Edison, please try and find out how many people are in the room and if any of them are in need of medical attention. I have an idea. I'll be back soon." She said, assuming she was the ranking officer in the room. Rain hoped she knew the sickbay and research areas as well as she thought; otherwise she'd be battered and bruised just walking across the room. She reached her hands out in front of her and slowly made her way to medical research bay 3. She knew that something there could help, depending on a few factors. When she reached the bay she groped around until she found what she came for. As she opened the cupboard door, the room lit up and Rain said a silent thankyou. In the cupboard were Denovian fighterworms, she could count about 8 of them. She knew Dr Laster had been studying their blood cleansing properties but she'd been much more interested in their cyclic bioluminescence. They glowed a bright green colour cyclically, 37 minutes off, 18 minutes on. Luckily they weren't synchronised and she hoped they'd have pretty much continuous light as they turned on and off. Rain found something to carry the worms and their containers on and made her way out to the main sickbay area. The relief on the faces when she returned with some light was very noticeable. "Denovian fighterworms... hopefully we'll be able to have a continuous source of light." Just as she finished the sentence, the room was plunged back to darkness and there was a short yelp. "... or not. It should only be a very short period of time before it...." she paused as the green glow again suffused the room. "Report, Dr Edison. How are things in here?" (Reply Edison, any) (Posted by Wendy Keen) (Starbase Valhalla, SFI Command Centre, SPC SFI Dupree - 18.20) "I am sorry sir, but, we have not recieved any communication from the admiral." Mar'lana had been told not long ago. She did not understand what was taking the admiral so long in getting with SFI to let her know that she should come meet with him. She saw him put the note into his pocket, but, not read it at the time. She figured that by now he would have had the time to read it. She had met the Admiral already with Fiona and Lt. Marsland as Ensign Bonn so she had decided that would be the way she would meet him again when the time came. She had been in her costume for a long while waiting for the Admiral to contact them. She was beginning to think that the Admiral was just too busy to read her note and that maybe a more direct approach would be easier. "Location of Admiral Jopek" Mar'lana asked after tapping the computer link. [Admiral Jopek is in counselor's office] Mar'lana thought to herself that maybe it would be a good idea to run into him in the corridor somewhere, so, she left the command centre. (Starbase Valhalla, corridor near Counselor's office, SPC Ensign Bonn (aka SFI Dupree) - 18.31) It seemed that luck was turning against Mar'lana as she had entered the corridor near the Counselor's office everything went dark. Mar'lana could not see anything even if she had put her hand up to her nose. She reached out and found the corridor wall next to her so that she would not fall. With no lights around she made her way to the floor to sit and wait till someone would come with some kind of light. She had been sitting on the floor for a little bit when she saw some kind of soft light approaching. As the area was getting a bit where she could now see as the light got closer, she got up to meet whoever it was. (reply from anyone that is coming, maybe the admiral?) (posted by Frank) <> ----------------------- Headers -------------------------------- Return-Path: Received: from rly-xa02.mx.aol.com (rly-xa02.mail.aol.com [172.20.105.71]) by air-xa02.mail.aol.com (v93.12) with ESMTP id MAILINXA23-35863ebe66863d3; Sun, 11 May 2003 11:04:38 -0400 (Starbase Valhalla: corridor near Counselor's office - Lt. Orde - 18.31) It seemed that luck was turning against Mar'lana as she had entered the corridor near the Counselor's office everything went dark. Mar'lana could not see anything even if she had put her hand up to her nose. She reached out and found the corridor wall next to her so that she would not fall. With no lights around she made her way to the floor to sit and wait till someone would come with some kind of light. She had been sitting on the floor for a little bit when she saw some kind of soft light approaching. As the area was getting a bit where she could now see as the light got closer, she got up to meet whoever it was. Pierce noticed the officer in the darkness. "Name. Rank." he prompted. (Reply Mar'lana) "Here - have a glowrod." he said as he activated a glowrod and tossed it to her. He handed her a few more. "Report to Ops - hand out the glowrods to people you come across." (Reply Mar'lana) Pierce continued into the Counselor's Office. (Reply Mar'lana, any) (Posted by Lenox) -Lenox - Lord of Hyphens ---------------------------------------- "Risk... is our business." -James T. Kirk, "Return to Tomorrow" ASMR Freelance Edtor & Critiquer TAC/SC/20 Pierce Horaitio Orde - Starbase Valhalla, Utopia Planitia (Starbase Valhalla: corridor near Counselor's office - SPC Ensign Bonn (aka SFI Dupree) - 18.31) Mar'lana noticed finally that the person approaching was the 2O and did not think that he had ever met her. She had read up on the personnel that was station here so that she would not get herself known. Any SFI operative would do the same to hopefully understand how the personnel would react. "Name. Rank." he prompted. "Ensign Bonn sir" is all that she replied as that was all that he had asked of her. "Here - have a glowrod." he said as he activated a glowrod and tossed it to her. He handed her a few more. "Report to Ops - hand out the glowrods to people you come across." "Yes sir" She replied and took the rods he gave her then headed for Ops. She also figured that since the power was down, maybe, Jopek would possibly relocate to there. Pierce continued into the Counselor's Office. (Reply Orde iyw, any) (Posted by frank) (Mars - Stratops, Captain Office - Capt Richard Ian Lee - 18.32) Rich looked up quickly as Stratops suddenly went into red alert, emergency stations. He was on his feet an instant later, =^= Kevel to Lee...emergency channels...=^= Rich paused, "Go." =^=Lee, we've got a whizbanger. I need you in the command center. Power has failed all over UP, Valhalla, Otono and Starships in the area and outlying area. Advise on time to arrival?=^= Rich didn't answer, instead he ran right out the door and flew down the corridor to the Main Ops center like a bat out of hell. He practically flew into Main Ops a couple seconds later, "Report!" he bellowed. (reply: any) (posted by Trout) (Mars - Stratops, Central OPS - RADM Kevel - 18.33) It had taken his commanding officer a better part of a few seconds to move from where he had been to where he was needed. Kevel smiled quietly to himself as Lee entered. "Report!" Gerry had come up with more and turned in his chair. Officers were still running around the center, getting last readings and others were still trying to get ahold of the station, the yards and other units connected to Stratops. "Sir, all stations including Utopia Planitia, Starbase Valhalla, The Yards, a few smaller outposts on the outskirts of UP and all vessels in and around Utopia have lost all power. All Mars facilities, except for Strategic Operations, have lost all power. Otono Medical Center and her 4 buildings and Alert Center are without power. We've received no updates. We have tracked two shuttles that have crash landed onto Mars and we are tracking rescue parties from Otono. There are approximately four more shuttles on a collision course with Mars and we are tracking them now to get an idea of where they will hit. All starships in the area have lost power. There is not one we've managed to get ahold of. All their propulsion systems are off-line as a result and ships are in dead space. We're tracking them all now and plotting their current courses." He took a breath and switched PADDs. "There are numerous people in suits in the Yards, Starbase and Repair Bays. Fourteen people have already died due to collision with the facilities. We are trying to find the others and devise a way of rescue. Strategic Operations is at Red Alert and all stations have been put on alert and are working to figure out what has caused all this. We are under full power and under no threat of losing that power. However, at XO Kevel's Orders, we have begun charging emergency and auxiliary batteries to confirm there is power in case we do come under attack." Gerry took another breath and looked to both Richard's, settling on Lee. "Your orders sir...?" (Starbase Valhalla, Deck 12: Corridor, Ensign(jg) Hank Longfellow - 18:35) Rap, tap, tap went the sound of the long metal bar Hank had scavenged from one of the extender arms from the workerbee. ~Great. More work for me later,~ From: JoGoodman2@aol.com Sent: Saturday, 31 May 2003 1:18 AM To: up_rpg@freedom-squadron.com Subject: compile May 11-20 (part 3) he thought to himself bitterly as he made his way towards where he had approximated the turbolifts would be. ~Assuming this was done with hostile intent then the enemy could be already within the starbase,~ he had thought as he looked around in the darkness for a moment. ~And assuming anyone smart enough to kill the entire power for a Starbase would also be bright enough not to hold out a light in the darkness to announce themselves I doubt I'll be seeing them before they see me,~ he added grimly as he tapped a bit more quietly and listened a bit more as well. (Reply any) (Posted by Mark) <> (Starbase Valhalla: Operations - SPC Ensign Bonn (aka SFI Dupree) - 18.50) Ensign Bonn (aka Mar'lana) had made her way slowly to operations as she was told by Lt. Orde. She had handed a couple of the glow rods out as she came and now she haded them out to the personnel that was stationed in Operations. "Lt Orde wanted you to have these" She said as she moved around. She was also looking to see if Admiral Jopek had made it there. Not seeing him just yet she decided that maybe she would just stick around if she could to see if he would show up. (any) "Is there anything that I can do to help out up here?" She asked whom she thought was in charge. (reply from any) (posted by Frank) <> (Starbase Valhalla, Shuttlebay One, Ensign(jg) Hank Longfellow - 20.15) The engineer had glanced over as the Counselor had offered to be one of the volunteers and he had silently hoped she wanted to go along as the pilot. In a Work Bee he could make the unit almost dance, but that was at full power and in zero gravity without any atmosphere. Reaching up he tugged lightly at the collar around his neck for a moment. He was still sweating slightly from the long trip from deck 12, but things would no doubt be getting cool enough soon enough. As he listened further he weighed the plan in his mind and wondered what probe they could use that would be large enough for two people. The starbase no doubt had access to special ones although perhaps none quite set up already for this particular emergency. ~If we covered the probe in a number of the EVA suits or some of the atmospheric testing balloons we could use the disellenide-carbonitrium to act as an outer thermal shield and if we need it a somewhat landing cushion,~ he thought to himself as he shifted the cool pak from his hand back to his neck once more. Shaken from his thoughts he had glanced over to Lt. Orde for a moment as the other man had seemed to move in pain towards the deck. "… I have sworn to make all who would wear that accursed uniform suffer…," whispered a voice coldly. They were words that only Hank could hear and he had heard them before. Over and over again for the last few years and turning slightly Hank looked over his shoulder once more just as he had that first time as he was finishing up his packing for the Academy. This time only the other crew stood there. Some had looked past him to the Lieutenant, others were lost in their own thoughts but none bore upon their face that look of disappointment and revulsion that Longfellow Senior had had. Shaking his head slightly, Hank turned back to look around once more as he rubbed the cool pak on the back of his neck. His own uniform itched and seemed to burn against his skin but Hank ignored the feeling as a pulse of anger moved through him. Shifting his stance he tucked at his uniform here and there to make sure it was fully in place with sleeves down as far as they went and collar up around his neck. Pausing he rubbed the top of one foot against the back of each of his calves to put a slight shine on his shoes once more before reassuming a slightly off parade ground stance since he held the metal bar yet in his bad hand with the cool pak resting on it. ~Then it is only fitting that I wear it. Since you've made me suffer since I was born,~ the engineer thought silently in echo of words he'd already said once before. (Reply any) (Posted by Mark) <>