Exeter Compile 22 Dates: November 1, 2020 to November 7, 2020 Mission: Crossover, Day 1 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Mission: Crossover Day: 1 Stardate: 2445.09.21 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (Deep Space Nine – Promenade Upper Level – Physiotherapist Lt(jg) Cerise Blake - 0930) (USS Exeter - gangplank a security – Physiotherapist Lt(jg) Cerise Blake - 0945) (USS Exeter – outside ready room – Physiotherapist Lt(jg) Cerise Blake - 0950) (USS Exeter - Starlight Lounge - Asst. Chief Science Officer, Ensign SG Adala Michaels and Tactical Officer, Ensign SG Cade Blackwell - 10:25) (USS Exeter - Bridge -CO, Lt. Commander Trip Williams - 1600) (USS Exeter - deck 6 - corridors - ACTO Ensign Paul Sleeford - 16:00) (USS Exeter - Personal Quarters - Tac/Sec Ens. Stan More - 16:01 ) (DS9 – Ops – Traffic Control Officer – Ensign – Oliver Wallis – 1602) (DS9 – Personal Quarters - Ranger – Lieutenant (J.G.) – Arbor – 1605) (USS Exeter - Sickbay -CMO - Ens Gabe Vespers- 1605) (USS Exeter - Chief Tactical officers office- aCTO/COO -CO, Lieutenant Jg Ravok- 1607) (USS Exeter - Deck 5 - Quarters - ACTO Ensign Paul Sleeford - 16:30) (Deep Space Nine - Promenade - ACFO, Ensign SG Ronnie Winters and ACFO, Ensign SG Trinity Frost - 17:00) (Deep Space 9 - Quark's Bar - ACOUNS ACMO Ariel Trei - 17.00) (Deep Space 9 - Quark's Bar - Science Officer, Ensign SG Christopher West - 17.05) (Deep Space 9 - Quarks Bar - ACOUNS ACMO LT JG Ariel Trei - 17.10) (Deep Space 9 - Quarks Bar - Science Officer, Ensign SG Christopher West - 17.13) (Deep Space Nine – Promenade Upper Level – Nurse – CPO – Ewan McDonald, Ship Master – Maia McDonald - 17:15) (Deep Space Nine – Promenade – Exeter ACFO, Ensign SG Ronnie Winters - 17:15) (Deep Space Nine – Promenade – FSL - Ensign (J.G.) Sonnolo Cainrobh, Helmswoman – Ensign (J.G.) Fraya Mess - 17:17) (Deep Space Nine – Promenade – ACFO Ens(sg) Trinity Frost - 17:19) (USS Exeter - Outside Ready Room - CMO - Ens Gabe Vespers 1759) (USS Exeter - Ready Room - CO, Lt. Commander Trip Williams - 18:01) (USS Exeter - Ready Room - CMO - Ens Gabe Vespers - 18:02) (USS Exeter - Ready Room - CO, Lt. Commander Trip Williams - 18:04) (Deep Space Nine – Promenade – Quark's- Medical Research - Ensign Dural Method DrPH- 1812) (Deep Space Nine – Quarks - Exeter Tac/Sec Ens.(sg) Stan More - 18:13 ) (Deep Space Nine – Promenade – Quark's- Illuminar CO- Lieutenant Commander Sekal- 1814) (USS Exeter - Captain's Ready room- Co Lieutenant Commander Trip Williams & aCTO/COO -CO, Lieutenant Jg Ravok- 1829) (USS Exeter - Deck 1 - Ready Room - Tac/Sec Ens. Stan More - 19:00 ) (DS9- Quarks - 2O/CEO Lieutenant Keira Merek & CTO/3O Lieutenant Ravok & Ensign Dural Methor DrPH - 1900) (USS Exeter - Deck 1 - Ready Room - CO, Lt. Commander Trip Williams- 19:02) (USS Exeter - Deck 1 - Ready Room - Tac/Sec Ens.(sg) Stan More - 19:03 ) (USS Exeter - Personal Quarters - CSO Lt JG Erin Cortez - 1907) (USS Exeter - FO Personal Quarters - FO Lt(sg) Ailynn Bracken - 1925) (USS Exeter - Deck 1 - Ready Room - ACTO Ensign Paul Sleeford - 19:29) (USS Exeter - Deck 1 - Ready Room - CO, Lt. Commander Trip Williams - 19:31) (USS Exeter - Deck 1 - Ready Room - ACTO Ensign Paul Sleeford 19:32) (USS Exeter - Mess hall - SPC Ensign jg Rylee Page - 1934) (Deep Space Nine - Promenade - ACSO, Ensign SG Adala Michaels and Tactical Officer, Ensign SG, Cade Blackwell - 20:00) (Uss Exeter - deck 8 - security department - aCOO Ensign Paul Sleeford - 2000) (Uss Exeter – Docking port – aCOO Ensign Paul Sleeford 20:15) (Deep Space Nine - Promenade, Upper Level, Look out - Exeter CO, Lt. Commander Trip Williams and Illuminar CO, Lt. Commander Sekal - 20:20) (Quarks bar – DS9 aCOO Ensign Paul Sleeford 20:25) (USS Exeter - deck 9 - Nine and Dine - aCOO Ensign Paul Sleeford - 20:30) (Deep Space Nine – Quark`s Bar - CFO – Lieutenant (J.G.) – Ire Williams - 20:35) (DS9 - Quarks - CSO Lt JG Erin Cortez - 2037) (Deep Space 9 - Quarks bar - FO Lt(sg) Ailynn Bracken - 2040) (Deep Space 9 - Quarks bar - Exeter CO, Lt. Commander Trip Williams- 2042) (Deep Space 9 - Quarks bar - Illuminar CO, Lt. Commander Sekal- 2044) (DS9 - Promenade, Quark's - Illuminar ACSO Lieutenant (jg) Jaton Alyl - 2050) (Deep Space - Quarks- SPC Ensign Greta Smith - 2059) (DS9 - Quarks - CSO Lt JG Erin Cortez - 2104) (USS Exeter – Bridge - CFO - Lieutenant (J.G.) – Ire Williams – 2345) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Begin Compile >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Mission: Crossover Day: 1 Stardate: 2445.09.21 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (Deep Space Nine – Promenade Upper Level – Physiotherapist Lt(jg) Cerise Blake - 0930) Cerise left the small cafe, having taken a late breakfast after her morning yoga class. Normally used to wearing her standard gym clothes, she found herself out of sorts in her uniform, the heavier material she found constricting. That however wasn’t the only reason for her being out of sorts. She was nervous and excited in equal measure, as she was about to report in to her new posting, the USS Exeter. She’d watched the Ship slip into dock. Dwarfed by the sheer size of the Republic, she still found the Exeter a beautiful ship, harkening back to a bygone era of ship design. As she thought about the steps her life had taken, she found herself saddened still by the mannerisms and nature of her childhood and teenage self. Whereas she wasn't glad of her accident, it had caused the focus of her life to change, and everything that she had lost, she would sacrifice again. At a steady pace, a contented, excited smile on her face, she took the first few steps toward her destiny, in the knowledge that it meant confronting her past even further. (USS Exeter - gangplank a security – Physiotherapist Lt(jg) Cerise Blake - 0945) "New transfer Ma'am? Orders please. Two young Ensigns stood in her way. Cerise could imagine those taking offense and blustering at the simple request, smiling warmly she passed over her PADD. "Of course. Good morning Ensigns. Lieutenant Blake. Reporting. Skipper in?" Pacified, he handed the PADD back, "most likely in the ready room Ma'am." "Thank you gentlemen. Take care now." Cerise gave them a gentle smile, and continued up the gangway, toward her fate. (USS Exeter – outside ready room – Physiotherapist Lt(jg) Cerise Blake - 0950) Cerise exited the turbolift and crossed the floor. The Bridge was far quieter than she knew it would normally be, but she was uncertain if that helped her nerves or not. Drawing a breath before she hit the chime, she eventually reached up and hit the chime, and on hearing a voice from inside, stepped forward, and passed the PADD over. She was instantly transported to high school and back again as memories, long since thought quietened swam back to the surface. Guilt from years ago bubbled back to her surface. "Lieutenant Blake reporting duty Sir." Her voice warm and soft, but with a hint of nervousness that she hadn't felt in a long time. (Reply Trip) (Posted by Mark (SPC)) (USS Exeter - Bridge -CO, Lt. Commander Trip Williams - 1600) Trip smiled as he sat in the command chair. They had officially arrived at Deep Space Nine and they had completed the docking procedure successfully. He looked down at his the panel on his chair. He had skimmed a message he had received from Starfleet Intel that arrived as soon as they crossed back into the quadrant. It led to some interesting news and orders for a member of his crew. Which meant that his shuffling would be a bit more, drastic. Trip opened a shipwide channel. "Attention all crew, docking at Deep Space Nine has been completed successfully. Be attentive to the work shcedules your department heads have sent out, but you are all now officially on shore leave as of 1600 hours. Enjoy the rest, you deserve it." (reply any from wherever you are, if you want.) Trip then opened specific channels to crewmembers that he needed to speak with, sooner rather than later. "Captain Williams to Lieutenant Foxglove, please meet me in my Ready Room at 17:00 hours." (reply Foxglove) He then closed that channel and opened a new one, "Dr. Vesper, this is the Captain, please meet me in my Ready Room at 18:00 hours." (reply Vesper) Switching the channel again, "Captain Williams to Lieutenant to Ravok, please meet me in my Ready Room at 18:30 hours." (reply Ravok) Once more he opened another channel. "Ensign More please meet me in my Ready Room at 19:00 Hours." (reply More) And lastly he opened the final channel he needed to, "Ensign Sleeford, please meet me in my Ready Room at 19:30 hours." (reply Sleeford) Trip then stood up from his chair and addressed the bridge. "Well what are all of you waiting for, you are dismissed." Whistling Trip then walked to his Ready Room holding his new baseball in his right hand. (reply any as you receive Shore leave notice, More, Sleeford, Foxglove, Vesper, Ravok) (posted by Will) (USS Exeter - deck 6 - corridors - ACTO Ensign Paul Sleeford - 16:00) Sleeford rounded the corner, narrowly missing two crewmen and a maintenance panel on the floor, raising his hand as he pounded onwards, his prosthetic leg moving with ease at each loping stride, the past six days had been, interesting to say the least, his injury had been sever, the rehabilitation was on going and intensive. The pain had lessened and the dosage of pain medication was now down to one pill a day, first thing in the morning. Coming to a cross junction, Sleeford turned left and continued on his run. (USS Exeter - Personal Quarters - Tac/Sec Ens. Stan More - 16:01 ) After leaving Sickbay Stan stood outside his personal quarters. He opened the door the silently counted. “ 10 9 8 7...” Just then a black furry blur came flying at him. Then next he had a pink slimy tongue. Attempting to lick every part of his face , at once. Followed by high pitched barking. “ Och, Ya wee lassie wot have yer been eaten?” Stan said wiping his mouth. Lillian just looked at him wagging her tail. Looking out the window he noticed they were docked at DS9. He gave a sigh as he looked at the Cardassian designed station. ~ They can be smug SOB’s but they can build smart looking things.~ He thought. =/\= "Attention all crew, docking at Deep Space Nine has been completed successfully. Be attentive to the work shcedules your department heads have sent out, but you are all now officially on shore leave as of 1600 hours. Enjoy the rest, you deserve it." =/\= Stan checked his work schedule. He was surprised to see that it had been kept clear. This concerned him as with Sleeford off duty. Stan was the next experienced security officer. Unless after being shot twice Lt. Ravok decided that maybe More. Should be moved to another department? Well he was a trained Scientist. His grandmother had insisted he trianed for two different departments. Science and of course Security. Being blessed with a photographic memory. It helped him get high grades in both subjects. But he liked being in security. Just then his comm. badge chirped. =/\= "Ensign More please meet me in my Ready Room at 19:00 Hours."=/\= “ Acknowledged. “ More replied Well. He had been badly injured twice. Plus that argument with Ravok. The Captain had said he was being watched. Oh well it looked like he was leaving the Exeter. Pity really he was getting to like it here. He could leave before the boss kicked him out. Then again this time he could argue back. After all he was just doing his job. It wasn’t his fault those Sassenach‘s were using grenades on the astroid. Plus it with Sleeford injured Stan was only trying to protect. The only other head of department on the away mission. Ok. He should of taken that guy out. Without getting shot by the other guard. That was down to him. He would argue that the terrain made stealth difficult. In fact he could make a counter argument. Kitting security personnel out with sub standard protection. The body armour they wore was not only useless. But dangerous as well. Because it gave a false sense of protection. One good Phaser shot and your innards were medium rare. With a side order of onion rings and sour cream dip. Talking of medium rare. Stan felt quite peckish. ( Reply , None ) ( Posted by:- Norman 🐼) (DS9 – Ops – Traffic Control Officer – Ensign – Oliver Wallis – 1602) “Thank you, Exeter, and welcome to Deep Space Nine.” He smiled to himself as he double checked the Exeter's position docked to one of the pylons on to the station. If felt a little strange having the Exeter, Illuminar and the Republic back together in one place again. He glanced around the Ops and smothered a smile as it would not do to start grinning like a fool in Ops. From a work perspective it was not much different from Mars apart from the fact that he had a far smaller team here then on Mars Orbital, but the work load was still busy. Being a commercial hub meant that there was always a large volume of traffic arriving or leaving DS9 at any one time. He had really enjoyed the short time he had been on the station. He had managed to explore most of the Prominade which had been fascinating. Looking at establishments like the consulate and embassies of varies races or other strange placed like the Gocke's House of Mirrors. He had found it funny that the Jupiter mining Corps had managed to get out this far and also still be in business. He had tried the Milliways restaurant as well as the Klingon and Vulcan restaurants but as Dural had mentioned in their way out here. Every one ends up a Quarks. He consoles blinked as a freighter entered the stations approach limit. He tapped his console and information on the freighter, its cargo manifest, crew compliment and travel plans appeared. Eh scanned the data cross checked it will what was on file and to activate the comm system. “Good afternoon Fairchild. This is Deep Space Nine approach control please continue on you present heading and speed. You have been allocated docking port five where an inspection team will be waiting.” =^= Understood Approach Control Fairchild out =^= He scanned the list of know arrivals and knew it was going to be a busy afternoon. “Monkate you are approved for detach and push back. Keep on vector 294 by 180 for independent maneuvering.” He looked up at the system display seeing the lines of starships moving across the system. He noticed with a familiar smile that the squadron from the Republic were doing system patrol which made sense with starfleets three biggest and newest starships in one please at one time (reply any) (Posted by Robbie) (DS9 – Personal Quarters - Ranger – Lieutenant (J.G.) – Arbor – 1605) Arbor was looking forward to getting dirt side. He had been given leave to explore Bajor for the next few days as part of his acclimatization and adaptation. He would get his final orders once he arrived back on DS9. He looked around his small quarters with his one duffel bag with his belongings. His people did not need many possessions, but he did keep a pressurized capsule of seeds from the Grove of the Sleeping Ones. It was his most prized possession and it had been given to him by the Council of Elders before he had left his home and planet to join the Federation. The buzz of the door alarm jerked his attention back from his memories the cloud forest of his northern continent. “Enter.” The doors parted to admit an Admirals aids. She had commed him as soon as he had arrived and said that she had to see him as a matter of urgency. “Sir.” Said Arbor straightening. “Lieutenant.” Said the Aid as she entered the room. She looked around the room and then at his open bag. “I see you are about to go down to Bajor.” “Yes sir. It’s part of my acclimatization and adaptation.” She nodded. “Yes, I know. I need you to do something for us while you are down there.” “Sir.” “It’s a simple recovery mission. We have lost a federation citizen on Bajor and we need you to go and find them.” Arbor was immediately suspicious. It was not unheard of for Rangers to be sent on recovery mission but with three of the fleets newest starships docked to the station it seemed a little strange to be asking him. “Sir why….” “Why you Lieutenant. Firstly, you come highly recommended and secondly you can keep your mouth shut.” He nodded. “Sir who is the target for recovery?” She handed him a PADD. “This is who you need to find.” He took the PADD and scanned the details. Most of it was normal information such as last known position and supposed destination. He found the personal bio of the person he was looking for, he frowned as he realized who it was and looked up. “That`s….” “Yes Lieutenant it is. She was going under the name Alice while she was on Bajor.” “Protective detail?” “Traveling with one keeping it low profile. Bajor was supposed to be a calm place before this craziness started.” ~No wonder the Admiralty is not wanting this to get out a family member of the council no less~ “I guess you want me rather than the three starships and their crews on this so that if anything goes wrong its deniable.” There was a slight pause from the Aid. “We hope that will not happen which is why you are needed Lieutenant.” “What are my recovery parameters. If they are dead or can`t be extracted?” “Dead or alive you will get them off Bajor and here to the station where we will take them home.” He nodded. “What assists do I have available.” “We would you to take when you would normally take. There is an axillary craft on landing pad two. I have a comm channel that you can contact me on once you have an idea about the situation. We will of course send help, but it should not be needed. I will need the PADD back now.” He nodded as he handed back the PADD. “Good luck Lieutenant.” “Yes sir.” “Ow and Lieutenant I was never here.” “Yes sir.” He watched as the Aid left the room wondering what by Wammanoki he had gotten into. He closed his duffel case checked that the seeds was safe and headed for landing pad two. (reply any) (Posted by Robbie) (USS Exeter - Sickbay -CMO - Ens Gabe Vespers- 1605) Gabe was stood in Sickbay he looked around, all of his patients had either been discharged or were ready to be transferred over to DS9. He looked at the empty beds and wondered how long it would take for the carnage of the previous mission to fill them up again. =/\=Dr. Vesper, this is the Captain, please meet me in my Ready Room at 18:00 hours.=/\= Dreading the moment that had come Gabe tapped his badge "Aye sir" (Reply Williams iyw) Silvine looked in "all ok?" "Unless he wants to kill me for somthing I guess all is good. Better get those reports ready anyway, with the extent of the injuries sustained he will no doubt want a breifing on the plans to rehab them all. Sometimes this job isn't worth the lack of thanks we get" he said slumping in his chair shore leave couldn't come quick enough. "I'll get started on them Dr" Silvine said leaving and going to the nurses station. Gabe had spent the next two hours writing up his reports, he didn't know exactly how to explain to Headquarters that the FO was absolutely fine after having suffered massive shock and organ failure but there would be a way. Standing he noticed the time grabbing the pile of PADDs and his tricorder Gabe set off for the bridge. (USS Exeter - Chief Tactical officers office- aCTO/COO -CO, Lieutenant Jg Ravok- 1607) Ravok was in the Chief tactical officers office finishing up some reports from the shift. The crew was still recovering from the mission to the gamma quadrant. Ravok found himself over the last couple days spending more time trying to organize the tactical department. Even though he had spent most of the time on limited duty. His body was still slightly sore, but he was well on his way to being himself again. The news of arriving at DS9 was exciting to Ravok. The last time he was there it was the day he left for the academy aboard a starfleet transport. He remembered the day fondly. His father was worried sick and his step mother nearly broke his neck hugging him goodbye. =/\=Captain Williams to Lieutenant to Ravok, please meet me in my Ready Room at 18:30 hours.=/\= " Aye Sir. " Ravok responded, ending the communication. He leaned back in the chair and stretched. " Guess the shore leave has to wait. Maybe he wants to go to the promenade later for some drinks." Ravok said to himself. He stood up from the chair and looked around the office that had some belongings of Ensign Draeshaa still in their places. He shut down the terminal and headed to his quarters to shower and change. (reply none) (posted by Rob) (USS Exeter - Deck 5 - Quarters - ACTO Ensign Paul Sleeford - 16:30) Stepping out of the shower Sleeford dressed in a duty uniform although he had no duty to go to. In truth he was getting bored, his quarters although nice, his books read cover to cover , he was itching for something interesting to do.. , his thoughts were interrupted by an announcement from the bridge. "Attention all crew, docking at Deep Space Nine has been completed successfully. Be attentive to the work schedules your department heads have sent out, but you are all now officially on shore leave as of 1600 hours. Enjoy the rest, you deserve it." Standing in his quarters Sleeford wondered what DS9 was like, they'd all heard stories about Sisko and his crew, the Dominion war was standard reading at the academy, with the station playing a major role in the conflict. Walking to the window and stared out at DS9, the large circular main ring with fingers rising to contain the docking ports, one of which the Exeter was now sat. Walking to the shelf Sleeford picked a book at random and sat by the window, opening the first page he crossed his legs and began to read. "Ensign Sleeford, please meet me in my Ready Room at 19:30 hours." Tapping his badge Sleeford replied, "Understood captain" (Deep Space Nine - Promenade - ACFO, Ensign SG Ronnie Winters and ACFO, Ensign SG Trinity Frost - 17:00) To say that Ronnie could be a bit of a girly girl when she wanted to be, was a bit of an understatement. Sure she could curse like a sailor and play sports like a champ, things she inherited from her father. But when it came to it, she would pick a pretty dress any day. As she began her shore leave she decided to walk around the promenade looking at the shopping to see if she could find any pretty clothes. She was wearing a pair of form fitting blue jeans, black calf high boots, a white tank top and a black leather jacket. Ronnie was a fan of what she called Earth Retro Style. Wandering around the dress shop she saw a familiar face. “Trinity, I didn’t expect to see you here?” Trinity turned sharply, smiling as she recognised the voice. She fell into step aside the dark haired girl. They were an odd couple she knew, but didn’t care. She wore an off-white plunge neck top, old faded black jeans, knee boots, but carried her most cherished possession, her jacket with all her service patches on. “Ronnie. How are you?” She turned irritably toward a hawker, lifting up the habitual sunglasses. “No I don’t want a bloody massage…Do one.” “I’m good., just out looking for a dress, I hear there is one nearby, the Red Silk Dress Shop. It’s supposed to be real quality.” “So talk to me…” She linked her hand in Ronnie’s arm. “Impressing someone? Red silk? Bad girl.” She turned to Ronnie and winked. “It’s just the name of the shop, you silly girl.” “Myself of course it’s white….” She tried to keep her face straight. “Uh, huh, if you end up wearing true white on your wedding day, I’ll be calling you a liar for the rest of your life.” Ronnie said teasing. “So ritual insults aside...what’s the occasion?” “Honestly, I’m not shopping for myself, I’m shopping to get a gift for a friend. I think she could use some cheering up. She’s not really the dress wearing type. But you know, it’s the thought that counts.” “Oh those are so cute.” She pointed to some booties. “So I heard you worked as the Admiral’s yeoman or something? “Is she as intense as she comes across?” “I was barely with her before I transferred to the Fighter Wing. She’s intense, just like her granddaughter, but she’s a sweetheart.” Ronnie spied a cute top in a shop window. “Do you think I’d look good in that one?” Trinity turned her head, her rich, auburn hair swinging behind her. "That is gorgeous. Totally you, fits in all the right places, if there's someone to impress." she winked. "No, I dont need a top to impress anyone. I've got strong genes. What about you? Who you trying to impress.' "Me? No one's asked. I'm too much of a fighter jock for most boys it seems" "Their loss I guess." Trinity shrugged. "Perhaps" "You were a pretty late transfer to the Exeter. I feel like I haven't had time to say hello." "Its been pretty wild. You're right, I was a late transfer, and then the whole...well, kidnapping thing left me flying the Exeter. That must have been awful for you." "Yes, you flying the Exeter was pretty awful for me." Ronnie said with a laugh. Trinity laughed, and nudged Ronnie gently with her elbow. "You know what I meant." "Yeah it sucked. But I never lost hope y'all would come." "I've never seen everyone look so intense. It was like the second battle of Wolf 359 all over again. You fancy a drink?" She motioned to a bar across the way. "Couldn't hurt." She said with a laugh as they walked over to a small bar run by a perturbed Ferengi. The sign above simply read. "Not Quark's Bar." "Well, guess some people really like to get to the point." Ronnie said with a laugh as the two sat down waiting to be served. (Reply any from Exeter or Illuminar who want to join in) (Posted by Will and Mark) (Deep Space 9 - Quark's Bar - ACOUNS ACMO Ariel Trei - 17.00) Ariel sat at the bar wearing a duty uniform dress with a red cloth wrap at the waist that she thought looked pretty hot. She ordered a Crown royal Apple with Cola. When her drink was placed in front of her, she took a sip. She was pleased with the quality of the drink. She looked around the bar for anyone she knew. She waited for anyone to come talk with her. (Reply Any) (Posted by Edward) (Deep Space 9 - Quark's Bar - Science Officer, Ensign SG Christopher West - 17.05) Chris entered into Quark's after walking all over the promenade trying to find it. It was one of the most famous bars in the Alpha Quadrant. He wondered if it was anything like the bar on that famous 20th century American television show, what was it called, Salutations, Congratulations, oh that's right Cheers. He wondered if they had any regular customers whose name they would shout when they entered into the bar. Apparently there was a famous Lurian named Morn who used to frequent the bar. Chris wondered if by chance, when Morn entered Quark's the regulars would all cry out, "Morn" in unison. Of course the reality is, most of Chris's understanding of bar culture came from watching 20th and 21st century television. As someone who prized himself for his physical condition, he tended to stay away from most bars and pubs. But Quark's was famous. As he walked in he approached the bar on his way he accidentally bumped into a half klingon patron. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to be so clumsy. I hope I didn't spill anything." (reply Trei) "The name is Chris, Chris West. nice to meet you." (reply Trei) (reply Trei) (posted by Will) (Deep Space 9 - Quarks Bar - ACOUNS ACMO LT JG Ariel Trei - 17.10) A man bumped into her at the bar. He introduced himself as Chris West. He sat next to her. She turned to him and introduced herself. "I am ACOUNS ACMO LT JG Ariel Trei. I am half Betazoid and Half Klingon. I am a counselor on the Illuminar and Assistant chief in Sickbay. Tell me about yourself. We can talk over a game of Dabo whatever that is" (Reply West) (Posted by Edward) (Deep Space 9 - Quarks Bar - Science Officer, Ensign SG Christopher West - 17.13) A man bumped into her at the bar. He introduced himself as Chris West. He sat next to her. She turned to him and introduced herself. "I am ACOUNS ACMO LT JG Ariel Trei. I am half Betazoid and Half Klingon. I am a counselor on the Illuminar and Assistant chief in Sickbay. Tell me about yourself. We can talk over a game of Dabo whatever that is" "Dabo is like the old earth game roulette. though my guess is that this table is probably rigged." (Reply Trei) West then led the two to the table. "This is my first time at Deep Space Nine. I'm from Earth originally. Kansas City, Missouri. I'm a biologist by trade and a boxer by hobby. " (Reply trei) "Do you gamble often?" (Reply trei) (Reply trei, any) (Posted by will) (Deep Space Nine – Promenade Upper Level – Nurse – CPO – Ewan McDonald, Ship Master – Maia McDonald - 17:15) It had been a surprise to see Maia standing at the docking entrance as he stepped into the station. He had not expected to see her until they had returned to Mars and even though it had only been less than a month it had felt like longer. They had walked the upper level of the promenade him telling her about what happened in as much detail that he was able. When he finally finished he asked the question he had been wanting to ask since he arrived. “What are you doing here.” “We are out here doing scans of the Bajoran system to update their cartigriphy data.” “Maia that`s bull and you know it.” She looked away and shrugged. “Come on sis that maybe the cover story but I know there is more.” She gave a half grin and stopped in front of one of the large view ports that looked into space. “What I tell you will get us into trouble.” He paused. “Lose the ship bad?” “Rura Penthe bad.” He looked sharply at her. “What have you gotten yourself into Sis.” She shrugged an spoke softly to him. “It`s all above board. About a week ago I as ordered to some Admirals Aid`s office at Starfleet command. One of those nondescript places where you have no idea which department it belongs to. Well she told me that I had to take her to DS9 and to wait for a special package to be delivered and to take it back to Starfleet HQ. So, we powered up the warp cores and five days later here were waiting. We have been doing sweeps of the system but staying well away from Bajor as there has been some funky stuff going on there.” “So you are just waiting for a package?” She nodded. He heard familiar voices so he turned ,walked to the edge of the upper level and looked down to see a group from the Exeter that had gathered. “Well Posty do you want to say hallo to the best crew in Starfleet.” Maia grinned. “If course they are.” She said as she followed Ewan down the spiral staircase towards the Exeter crew (Reply any at the gathering) (Posted by Robbie) (Deep Space Nine – Promenade – Exeter ACFO, Ensign SG Ronnie Winters - 17:15) “So you both got here then. Ma`am`s.” "Oh Sonnolo good to see you," Ronnie said with a smile, "Did you come here on the Republic." (reply Sonnolo) "I don't recognize your friend, I'm Ronnie, Ronnie Winters, Assistant Chief Flight Officer on the Exeter, I'm usually on as number two for the helm, and red headed devil," Ronnie paused to giggle, "Is Trinity Frost, also an ACFO on the Exeter but her expertise is with shuttle crafts." (Reply Trinity) "So Sonnolo, what brings you out on the promenade. Trinity and I were out here shopping. I was hoping to do some clothes and dress shopping, but I don't want to bore you with that. Trinity and I can always do that later, right Trin?" (reply Trinity) "So Fraya was it, how does the Odyssey class handle. Is it smooth sailing, or kind of clunky?" (reply Mess) (reply Trinity, Sonnolo, Mess, ANY) (posted by Will) (Deep Space Nine – Promenade – FSL - Ensign (J.G.) Sonnolo Cainrobh, Helmswoman – Ensign (J.G.) Fraya Mess - 17:17) "Did you come here on the Republic." Sonnolo nodded. “Yes we did. I`m attached to the Republic`s fighter squadron and Ensign Fraya Mess here flew her most of the way.” "I don't recognize your friend, I'm Ronnie, Ronnie Winters, Assistant Chief Flight Officer on the Exeter, I'm usually on as number two for the helm, and red headed devil," "Is Trinity Frost, also an ACFO on the Exeter but her expertise is with shuttle crafts." (Reply Trinity) "So Sonnolo, what brings you out on the promenade. Trinity and I were out here shopping. I was hoping to do some clothes and dress shopping, but I don't want to bore you with that. Trinity and I can always do that later, right Trin?" (reply Trinity) "So Fraya was it, how does the Odyssey class handle. Is it smooth sailing, or kind of clunky?" “She`s big as you know. Wallows a bit at slow turning speeds as there is a lot of mass in motion to shift direction but when you open her up and go to max burn she is something else altogether. Have you ever seen a traveler goose take of? They woddle on the surface as they pick up speed but as soon as they take to the air the fly so gracefully. It’s the same with Republic once she at speed she flies like a dream.” Fraya smiled knowing that talking about flying with pilots was a special type conversation (reply Trinity, Winters, ANY) (Posted by Robbie) (Deep Space Nine – Promenade – ACFO Ens(sg) Trinity Frost - 17:19) "Is Trinity Frost, also an ACFO on the Exeter but her expertise is with shuttle crafts." Trinity laughed gently, shaking her mane of lustrous auburn hair in defiance. “Point of order your honour. My expertise is extreme weather Search and Rescue. If you mean I can keep shuttles dancing like a hummingbird on heat, then yes I agree.” There was an oblique thought that crossed her mind. Am I arguing about who has the biggest ovaries? ~Why does that sound wrong.?~ (Reply any) "So Sonnolo, what brings you out on the promenade. Trinity and I were out here shopping. I was hoping to do some clothes and dress shopping, but I don't want to bore you with that. Trinity and I can always do that later, right Trin?" Trinity smiled, looking at the table, and catching the eye of the waitress. Holding up four fingers, she waved around the table, thus ordering another round. “Absolutely, always tomorrow.” "So Fraya was it, how does the Odyssey class handle. Is it smooth sailing, or kind of clunky?" “She`s big as you know. Wallows a bit at slow turning speeds as there is a lot of mass in motion to shift direction but when you open her up and go to max burn she is something else altogether. Have you ever seen a traveler goose take of? They woddle on the surface as they pick up speed but as soon as they take to the air the fly so gracefully. It’s the same with Republic once she at speed she flies like a dream.” Trinity mouthed a thanks to the waitress, as she served the drinks. “That’s what I don’t get. Now, I’ve been on the helm on the Exeter a bit of late, and as much as I love the young girl, there’s a disconnect, I feel that I’m...IN the ship, with it moving around me, rather than feeling part of it like in the Viper 5. Fray...You find that?” (Reply Freya) (Posted by Mark) (USS Exeter - Outside Ready Room - CMO - Ens Gabe Vespers 1759) Arriving at door he pressed the chime ready to be slaughtered for having kissed the Captains daughter. (Reply Williams) (Posted by Mat) (USS Exeter - Ready Room - CO, Lt. Commander Trip Williams - 18:01) "Have a seat Doctor," Trip said as Gabe walked in. Trip was still trying to figure out how he felt about Dr. Gabriel Vesper. But given certain circumstances, Trip was going to do his best to at least tolerate the guy. (reply Gabe) "Now then, I'm sure you are wondering why I called you in here, don't worry it's not about that, and I'd prefer we don't talk about it right now. I'm still trying to wrap my head around the whole situation." (reply Gabe) "Now then I'll cut to the chase, even though you can rub people the wrong way and have been described as a bit prickly, you're still a hell of a doctor. Being a hell of a doctor can cover a multitude of sins. That being said, I am officially promoting you to Lieutenant Junior Grade as of of this moment." Trip passed over a box with the black pip in it. (reply Gabe) "However, I must admit, that your being a hell of a doctor will only take you so far. You've got great medical skills, but your people skills could use some work, if you catch my meaning. Now then unless you have any further questions, you are free to go." (reply Gabe) (reply Gabe) (posted by Will) (USS Exeter - Ready Room - CMO - Ens Gabe Vespers - 18:02) "Have a seat Doctor," Trip said "Thank you Captain" Gabe sat down his PADDs and tricorder spilling out onto the floor, he tried to pick them up. "Now then, I'm sure you are wondering why I called you in here, don't worry it's not about that, and I'd prefer we don't talk about it right now. I'm still trying to wrap my head around the whole situation." "Aren't we both Captain, I assumed it may have been to do with crew evaluations given recent situations, but..." Gabe found himself suddenly blushing and trying to stay calm without sounding more of a fool. "Now then I'll cut to the chase, even though you can rub people the wrong way and have been described as a bit prickly, you're still a hell of a doctor. Being a hell of a doctor can cover a multitude of sins. That being said, I am officially promoting you to Lieutenant Junior Grade as of of this moment." Gabe took the pip out of the box and placed it onto his uniform a sense of pride came over him. "However, I must admit, that your being a hell of a doctor will only take you so far. You've got great medical skills, but your people skills could use some work, if you catch my meaning. Now then unless you have any further questions, you are free to go." "With all due respect sir, I'm here to save lives and I think given the recent events I've shown myself and my team very capable of delivering that. With regards to bed side manner, I take your point, I am trying. But my concern has and always will be the welfare of the patient. With regards the other issue, when you're ready....sir." (Reply Trip) Gabe handed a PADD over "casualty report and my orders to them. Counseling will be busy given what happened on the planet. But I think the R&R will help more." (Reply Trip) (Posted by Mat) (USS Exeter - Ready Room - CO, Lt. Commander Trip Williams - 18:04) "With all due respect sir, I'm here to save lives and I think given the recent events I've shown myself and my team very capable of delivering that. With regards to bed side manner, I take your point, I am trying. But my concern has and always will be the welfare of the patient. With regards the other issue, when you're ready....sir." "Sure." Trip said. He really didn't want to talk about it right now. Gabe handed a PADD over "casualty report and my orders to them. Counseling will be busy given what happened on the planet. But I think the R&R will help more." "You know Gabe, I really hate the phrase with all due respect, you know. It's like saying, let me be rude to you, but politely." Trip began to chuckle. "You know you may think I don't like you, but that couldn't be further from the truth. I mean yes sure, you're an abrasive ass sometimes. But deep down, I think you're a softie. But the thing is, you're ability to take care of lives, to save them, isn't my only concern when it comes to you. Though people are more likely to go to the doctor when they don't think he's a jerk. But no, you're medical abilities are only one part of who you are as an officer. I care just as much about your medical abilities as I do your development as an officer. Your medical abilities will only take you so far. It gets you here, but where do you want to go in your career. Do you want to be CMO on a larger ship, a Starbase, Mars. Do you want your own command? Part of my job entails your professional development. Yeah I know, sounds weird coming from a guy younger than you, been out of the Academy for a year and some change." (reply Gabe) "You're a good doctor Gabe, but you could be so much more. Anyways, you are dismissed." (reply Gabe) Trip waited for Gabe to make his way to the door. "Oh and Dr. Vesper, break her heart, and not even your sister will be able to save you." Trip smiled, "Enjoy your R&R, Lieutenant." (reply Gabe) (posted by Will) (Deep Space Nine – Promenade – Quark's- Medical Research - Ensign Dural Method DrPH- 1812) Dural heard "Dabo!" Screamed joyously while walking on the promenade and decided to duck into Quark's. For an Extroverted individual, such as himself it was always a good time meeting new people. As he walked in he saw an individual who could only be the establishment proprietor and owner Quark. Another Ferengi slid up behind the bar and handed a large flask to Quark who growled at him as he took it. "What have I not told you a thousand times before about playing the dabo tables while on duty Rom?" ~Rom, Quark's brother the Grand Nagus?~ Surely not, anyone who knows anything of Ferengi society would recognize Zek the previous title holder's replacement on sight. The better to engratiate one's self to the supreme leader of Ferengi Commerce. How brazen had Quark become? Such words to the Nagus would be grounds for liquidation. Rom muttered an apology and scurried off as Quark sighed. As the sulking Rom exited the floor to a back room, an even transparent line, almost a shimmer but barely detectable worked through Rom from floor to the top of his head, then he literally disappeared. ~ A glitch then he's gone? A hologram?~ That made sense, at least more sense to Dural. Quark recreating his brother modelled after when he still had domain over him. Having your brother who you had famously lorded over for years, be named the successor to the highest executive position in your culture over you, had to smart a little. Quark cracked the flask and deftly poured a glass. Sekal reached for it as he held it out then drew it back. "We only take gold pressed latinum here." The Vulcan obliged and dropped a bar on the counter eliciting another smile from Quark who passed him the glass and snatched up the liquid-filled metal bar. He drank a swig and responded simply. "This will do." As Quark turned as another customer, the Vulcan turned around, and now face to face, Dural realized who it was. "Doctor Methor." He gave him the Vulcan salute. "Peace and long life. How are your researches proceeding?" Dural parted his fingers quickly in the best approximation he could manage. "Live long and prosper to you, Commander." He responded, dropping the Vulcan Salute when the senior officer did. "My research has actually been going, sir," he began. "You were very busy with the Illuminar last time we were able to speak, she was on the drawing table and they had began "setting her bones". Since then I have been able to actually get the research center up and running, with the new CMO and Commodore Remae's approval. Starfleet sent several civilian researchers and we began early experiments several months ago." (Reply Sekal) "Oh specifically? Of course. We've been working on the two least aggressive strains in earnest." Dural started, knowing there were sensitive eager ears wanting information to sell, spoke in generalities he knew a scientist like Sekal could pick up on, and as he was head of research when the pathogens were transported, he would also likely know the list that the Cardassian was referring to. "We mapped the capsid proteins earlier this week, medical computer models of interactions between galactic races, which are vulnerable and which would likely carry a natural immunity should be forthcoming." (Reply Sekal) "And how is the Illuminar? Her ship and crew, in good spirits I trust?" Rural asked graciously. He had been working on the give and take of conversation in the Culture the Federation's founding members had laid down centuries ago. (Reply Sekal) "Excellent news," Dural said with a smile. "If ever your CMO needs a consultation on matters of public health, hailing frequencies are always open, Commander. I'm still just on Mars and always happy to help, even if I'm not physically there," Dural offered. (Reply Sekal, any) (Posted by Todd) NPC Ensign Dural Method DrPH (Deep Space Nine – Quarks - Exeter Tac/Sec Ens.(sg) Stan More - 18:13 ) Stan walked into Quarks and looked around. The place looked a little empty. He noticed a women with flaming red hair. Seated at a table he could not see her face. But he recognised the dish she was eating. Haggis. It surprised him a little. As not many people knew it was on the menu. He ordered a dish of it then moved towards her table. “ Hello. May I join yer?”Stan asked. His recent promotion and vow to be a better crewmen. Had prompted him to forget his ex and be a little nicer to females. “ If ya wish.” Said Penny. “ My name is Stan. Stan more. I see yer eating the Haggis.” He said taking a bite of his own dish. “ Aye that I am. Penny McTaggard.” She said returning her face to her dish. “ Mc Taggard. That’s strange. My mother’s family are called Mc Taggard. He said. Penny looked up again. Something her gran had said came back into her mind. ~ All I will say is be wary of the bearded man who bears the name of More.~ Her gran had warned. “ Is everything ok.....why are yer looking at me in that way?” Stan said noticing the way Penny’s face had changed. “ My Grandmother warned me about you!” Penny said looking at Stan. Why would this total strangers Grandmother warn her about him. Unless........ “ The great falling out of 2240. When Chester More insulted Connor Mc Taggard. But that was two hundred and forty five years ago. Surely it’s still not going on?” Stan said shocked. “ Then how comes ye remember it?” Penny said suspiciously. “ I have a photographic memory. When I was a wee bairn I read a book about it. So we must be cousins then.” Stan said “ Ay that we are. So yer mama is my aunty then? Wait a moment I know you from the Starfleet academy! You were always spying on me.” Penny said “ Your creepy Charlie “ Stan remembered the nickname some of the cadets had given him. Due to him preferring none female company then. “ Look things were different for me then. I am a lot different now.” Stan explained. Penny stood with her fists clenched. “ And yer want us to be kissing cousins no doubt.... well I dinna fancy you so that’s that.” Penny told him.” I am a Ensign (jg) in Starfleet and can have you placed in the Brig.” Stan held off telling her he outranked her. He could just visualise a plate of hot Haggis. Being thrown at him in rage. Slowly raising his hands he stood and backed away. “ I see that you wish to be left in peace. It was good to meet you cousin.” Stan said backing out of Quarks. Penny watched him go. Then she sat down and continued to eat. ( Reply , None ) ( Posted by:- Norman 🐼) (Deep Space Nine – Promenade – Quark's- Illuminar CO- Lieutenant Commander Sekal- 1814) Sekal noted with interest as the Cardassian made a valiant attempt to return his gesture. "Live long and prosper to you, Commander. My research has actually been going, sir. You were very busy with the Illuminar last time we were able to speak, she was on the drawing table and they had began "setting her bones". Since then I have been able to actually get the research center up and running, with the new CMO and Commodore Remae's approval. Starfleet sent several civilian researchers and we began early experiments several months ago." "Excellent." The Vulcan nodded. "The facilities left on Mars though adequate for general research were certainly not redundant enough to contain a number of the specimens you had in your possession." The two moved away from the bar to make way for an influx of patrons. "Oh specifically? Of course. We've been working on the two least aggressive strains in earnest. We mapped the capsid proteins earlier this week, medical computer models of interactions between galactic races, which are vulnerable and which would likely carry a natural immunity should be forthcoming." Sekal nodded in recognition of his circumspection. Ferengi were only the most visible of the ears that would be interested in sensitive information in the vicinity of such an establishment. It was general knowledge that buying and selling classified secrets often happened in such areas. A list of Dr. Methor's specimens had been given to both medical and science when he had brought them to Mars and Sekal had cataloged them carefully, working in concert with the medical department on safety protocols and cleanup procedures in case of an accidental release. He also had excellent recall. "You have my congratulations on your progress. This will be an invaluable resource for StarFlert medical in the future." "And how is the Illuminar? Her ship and crew, in good spirits I trust?" The Cardassian enquired graciously. "The ship performed flawlessly as did her crew. Unfortunately I lost a crew member to the fanaticism of one of the inhabitants. The motives for his attack are still an unknown. As for their mental state..." he paused then continued, "... for the most part stable save for a few notable exceptions." "Excellent news," Dural smiled as he spoke. "If ever your CMO needs a consultation on matters of public health, hailing frequencies are always open, Commander. I'm still just on Mars and always happy to help, even if I'm not physically there." "You have my appreciation for the offer." The Vulcan noted. "Am I correct in presuming you are en route to Cardassia for a time?" (Reply: Dural) "Illuminar is returning to Mars for a short period and while there I will look in on your research to see how far along it has gotten. While I will not be in a position to involve myself directly I can offer the resources of the ship if you find it desirable." (Reply: Dural) "What is the current state of Cardassia Prime? I understand that the largest population centers have been completely restored though some outlying areas are still underdeveloped. The political situation from reports I've seen would seem to point to some instability." (Reply: Dural) (Posted by Charles G) (USS Exeter - Captain's Ready room- Co Lieutenant Commander Trip Williams & aCTO/COO -CO, Lieutenant Jg Ravok- 1829) Ravok walked to the door of the ready room and alerted the captain of his presence. “Ravok, good to see you.” Ravok walked in " Reporting as ordered Sir" “Please have a seat, this shouldn’t take long, I have another appointment in thirty minutes.” Ravok took a seat. " What can I do for you Sir?" Ravok asked. A tone of excitement in his voice. He was excited to be at Ds9. As a child when his father would Deck there he would visit Slaimol's model shop and acquire new models to assemble. “Listen, there are going to be some personnel changes happening around here and you’re kind of at the center of some of the shifts.” He raised his eyebrow at Trip. " Oh," he said surprised to hear he was at the center of the changes. " Well whatever you need me to do, you know I'm willing to do it." “Well first off, Ensign Dareshaa is not rejoining the Exeter. She will be sent back to Earth for rehab and recovery, which means the Chief Tactical Officer position is now officially open. So from this moment, you are no longer acting Chief Tactical Officer, you are the Chief Tactical Officer.” Ravok leaned forward in his chair." I hope Ensign Draeshaa makes a good recovery and gets returned to active service soon. I am happy to accept this role. Thank you Sir." “So given you are now the CTO, I have to let you know I’m transferring Paul Sleeford from Tactical. With his injury, the rehab required, I think it’s prudent to move him to a less physically demanding department. He will be transferred to OPS, as the acting Chief Operations Officer.” " So does that mean?" Ravok was curious as to the future role he had in operations if any at all. “That’s right, you are no longer COO.” " Wow, This is unexpected. Don't get me wrong, ops is a good department, but Tactical feels like home to me. Any help that Ensign Sleeford requires I will make sure I help him as much as he needs me to. The better he is the better the crew is. " Ravok said. “Lieutenant Foxglove is also being transferred on a six month assignment, she’ll be leaving the Exeter, and it’s uncertain if she will be returning to the this ship.” Ravok lowered the volume of his voice. " Is this about the ...you know, the bridge incident? " “I know we had a dust up, but I didn’t request a transfer, these were orders I received from SFI upon our return to the Alpha Quadrant. Granted, it’s timing was a bit, spot on.” " Seems like it." Ravok said nodding his head. “So, I’ve decided to name you Third Officer. You were my FSXO, so I know you’ve got command experience, and I know you are experienced with my command style. So you are the most logical choice.” Ravok rubbed the back of his head. " Wow man...I mean Sir are you serious ? This is awesome. " he stopped himself. His excitement was getting the best of him. He took a deep breath. " Thank you Sir " he said in a more composed manner. “With it, well, ok, I might be spoiling you a bit, but you’ve done everything I’ve asked of you, handled two departments, and have always been reliable.” Trip pulled a small black box from a drawer and handed it over to Ravok. “Some might say you haven’t earned this yet, but consider this a down payment. I expect great things from you.” Ravok grabbed the box and pointed it at Trip. " They say diamonds are a girl's best friend" he said with a playful smile as he opened it up. He dropped the box on Trips desk, it fell from his hands. " I...um I don't know what to say." In the box were the rank pips of full fledged Lieutenant. The rank of Lieutenant Senior grade. “I know it’s quick, but dammit man, I’m 23, a Lt. Commander, and a $#@%^$ captain of a Starship. But dont expect another promotion for a long time, year probably. But you’ve earned this one.” " Thank you, thank you so much for this. I won't let you down Sir" Ravok couldn't take his eyes off the pips. So many thoughts raced through his mind. His dad, his step mother. Being the first full blooded romulan to receive such an honor. He was in absolute disbelief. Ravok held back plenty, but this sparked something within himself. “Don’t disappoint me. What you do know reflects on me. Don’t let me down. That’s an order.” Ravok stood up and reached his hand across to Trip. " I won't. As always you have my word and my loyalty Sir." “Dismissed.” Ravok turned and walked out of the ready room. ~ Wait until I tell Kiera~ ( reply None ) ( posted By Rob Davis and Will) (USS Exeter - Deck 1 - Ready Room - Tac/Sec Ens. Stan More - 19:00 ) Stan stopped outside the Captains Ready room and checked his reflection. He had shaved his beard into a neat goaty. Plus cut his long hair so it was now short. If he was about to be kicked out the airlock , naked. At least he would look clean and tidy. Lillian had nearly made him late. By jumping up at him covering his clean uniform in dog hair. But he had made it on time. Taking a deep breath he pressed the door chime. The Ready Room doors swooshed open and Stan walked in. “ Tactical/Security Ensign Stan More reporting as ordered sir.” He said standing to attention. ( Reply , Trip ) ( Posted by:- Norman 🐼) (DS9- Quarks - 2O/CEO Lieutenant Keira Merek & CTO/3O Lieutenant Ravok & Ensign Dural Methor DrPH - 1900) As it always had been, Quarks was vibrant and lively. People played on the dabo tables, drinking, and generally enjoying themselves. Ravok looked at the gorgeous woman to his side. " It's not that bad. " "At least there aren't any dancing girls," she remarked. With him saying Quark was a Ferengi, she expected it to be as under the table as previous Ferengi establishments she'd seen had been. "This way" He said, leading her to the bar. Starfleet officers were everywhere. The volume of the conversations around them were high with excitement. Some people were seeing old friends , some meeting new ones. "Is it always this busy?" she asked. " Near the end of the month things always pick up. Various freighters rushing to meet deadlines. Plus you always have various crews docking, around the clock." He responded. Looking over at a group of loud Klingons, most likely enjoying their bloodwine. Ravoks glance was quick enough to avoid staring, but not so fast to deem himself a coward. A Ferengi in very expensively austentatious attire showed up, "Yes, we are busy enough that all my wait staff are busy helping other customers, welcome to Quark's, can I get you two Romulans anything?" Keira looked at Ravok. "What makes you say we're Romulan?" Keira asked. Usually people immediately mistook them for Vulcans. The older Ferengi rolled his eyes. "You don't have the usual flat affect that most Vulcans carry like a chip on their shoulder, and a Vulcan couple wouldn't be walking in here showing public displays of affection either. Combine that with the docking of one USS Exeter, just recently, carrying the first two Romulan graduates of Starfleet academy " He then warned, " the next piece of information you get from me won't be complimentary. So what'll you have?" Keira looked back at Ravok, "we are celebrating? Champagne? Or something that can actually give us a buzz?" " The past few days have been rough and I'm in the mood for a good buzz. I'll start with a Tennessee whiskey, smooth.." Ravok replied, Trip had opened Ravoks eyes to the glory and wonder that could be found in a good whiskey. "Saurian Brandy." Keira ordered. Quark placed the order and turned his PADD around, "Thumb print." Ravok reached his hand to press his thumb but wasn't fast enough. Keira quickly stuck her thumb on the reader to charge it to her account. " What are you doing?" He asked. "We're here celebrating your promotion, you shouldn't have to pay," she answered. Ravok smiled. " Thank you." As Quark deftly opened the bottles and poured the two drinks, they could hear someone shouting from the back of the bar, on the second story. "Lieutenant Merek!" He turned his head and looked in the direction of her name being called. " Did you hear that? Sounds like it came from over there " he pointed. "Yeah, I heard it too." Keira said and looked to where Ravok was pointing. "Dr. Dural?" Keira said two parts surprise and one part horror. It wasn't long before the massive Cardassian cut his way through the crowd and over to the pair of Lieutenants. ~Merek, sounds familiar, where do I remember that from?~ the Ferengi thought while the three were conversing, he went to his console behind the bar. "Morn! These are my friends from Mars, Lieutenants Ravok and Merek." Morn, a staple of the establishment, accepted it silently, shrugged and went back to his drink. "He's a silent one, but he's an excellent listener. We've talked on several occasions." Dural said excitedly. ~You mean you've accosted him.~ Keira thought. Ravok looked at Dural. " So what brings you out here?" "Well, I decided to head home and take some leave. I got a ride here, on the Republic." Dural announced genuinely happy to see those people he considered friends. "What brings you here?" Ravok took a drink of his whiskey. " Well we are here on a little post mission R&R. Lieutenant Merek here has never been to DS9 before so I wanted to give her the chance to see the deep space wonder that is the promenade with her own eyes." He said laughing slightly. "Really?" Rural asked."Someone from the frontier of space never been to DS9?" "The frontier of the Beta Quadrant, Doctor. Bajor is as you know deep in the Alpha quadrant." The Romulan woman corrected him. "Fair point." Dural said. Quark interjected, "More kanar?" He offered the Cardassian. After all, he didn't get the chance to sell it very often, and Dural was paying cash. The tall Cardassian slid three slips of gold pressed latinum across the bar answering Quark's question, who after he took the slips then poured the drink in one practiced motion. Ravok noticed the ferengi's eyes on Keira. He downed the rest of whiskey and looked inside the empty glass. He sat it down on the counter, nudging it towards Quark. " I'll take another. I'm buying this one. " "Certainly!" The proprietor said pouring another beverage. Bringing the padd up to authorize payment again. He placed his thumb on the pad. "Take 50 for yourself, but only after you tell me why you keep staring at Lieutenant Merek." Ravok said as he downed his whiskey, not breaking eye contact with him. Keira had been conversing with Dural and missed that last little bit until she heard her name. "What's going on?" "Friendly conversation? Im wondering how much the female was charging for oo-mox." The crafty Ferengi avoided the question. " Go ahead and ask her ,while you're doing that I will inform those klingons over that you're serving them a knockoff bloodwine...I'm sure they'd love to know they are being cheated by a ferengi of all people. " Ravok said in response. Observing that the large bottle of bloodwine being served to the klingons was a fake. The Engravings on the bottle didn't have the triangle with the point facing towards the left side of the bottle. "I see, no need for all that. We're all friends here." Quark said matching the Romulan's unblinking gaze. "The Cardassian had been in here for a little while. He spoke with another Starfleet, a very generous Vulcan in charge of a ship, though not the one you two were from. I kept my eye on him thinking he'd let slip some information I could sell or buy off of someone else." "I would never." Dural protested. Ravok looked at him " And? Go on" "The big lummox let slip her name. Which sounded familiar. I'd been looking back through old transactions, and found out why the name sounded familiar," the Ferengi explained. The exchange, had gotten Keira's full attention by now, "I've never been here, my name shouldn't sound familiar at all." " A relative or someone with a similar name ? " Ravok asked. "I was looking at her to determine if she was the kind of person who would be interested in that very knowledge." Quark finished his response and accepted the tip and transaction. " Hold on now. Tell us what you know." Ravok said, trying to find out what was going on "No, that knowledge, is separate from the previous information, which 50 slips paid for quite handsomely." He said beaming. "Tell me!" Keira demanded, but in a low tone. Suddenly she was disappointed she didn't bring some kind of bladed object. "So you're interested?" Quark lead with, and finished, "how much are you willing to pay for such knowledge? Say thirty bars?" "I don't have that much currency." Keira said. " Twenty. " Ravok said quickly. " Ten now and the other ten once the value of the information is evaluated to be worth such and not just a waste of our time" He leaned forward " Or Latinum." "Ten to see the vid capture, no audio. Ten if you want to see more." Quark countered. "Ten to look at a picture?!" Keira exclaimed. With blinding speed she reached across the counter top and gripped Quark's right ear between her forefinger and thumb. "You wanted oo-mox," she said with menace and twisted his ear. "Ow-ow-ow." Quark blurted out. Ravok looked around hoping security wouldn't charge in, but he had a feeling this wasn't the first time something like this had happened. "Remind me never to make her angry." Dural stated. "Listen here you little petaQ," Keira spat. "He'll pay five. You show us what you have, if I like the information and he's feeling generous, you'll get another fifteen, but you will use it to cover the drinks for the Klingons over there for the remainder of the night here." "This deal is getting worse all the time." Quark managed to get out through whimpers of pain. "Fine, deal just let go of my lobe…" The Romulan woman released her vice-like grip on the Ferengi's external pena. He then took a moment to compose himself. " Down to business then?" Ravok asked. Quark pulled an earthen colored Ferengi PADD from under the bar and loaded a white isolinear rod into it. "See for yourself," he said and placed the PADD on the counter while prepping his commercial interface. "It's probably bruised." He said pouting. He handed the interface to Ravok awaiting the thumb print as Keira picked up the chocolate colored PADD. Ravok placed his thumb on the PADD and transferred payment. Keira looked intently at the security recording. It showed a tall Romulan woman with short dark black hair. She was not in any kind of Romulan uniform, and she did not have the typical military haircut, but the face was recognizable from pictures she remembered seeing as a child. On the screen Valora handed Quark currency and he handed her a package. "What did you give her and what was she doing here on station?" "Seeds for a hydroponics bay, and she was also here trading for some highly refined deuterium." Quark blurted out. She looked at the currency that was pushed across, it was way too much for simple seeds in that small amount. "Did you sell her magic beans? Why wouldn't she just go get some from the marketplace? Much cheaper than your rates." "I've been known to sell items unobtainable through official channels." Quark said what seemed like a practiced line. " Official channels? " Ravok mockingly asked. " What about her ship?" "The ship wasn't registered." Quark said. "It was under an altered transponder, but OPS didn't notice, I did. It was a 70 year old Romulan shuttle refitted to carry gaseous and liquid fuel." Ravok turned to Keira " Now why would an old romulan shuttlecraft be refitted to carry gaseous and liquid fuel?" Keira thought for a moment, "To carry it to a bigger ship that you don't want exposed? Maybe she's on the run?" " Keira who is she?" Ravok asked. "My father's older sister," Keira answered, "the one I got my middle name from." ~ Because we thought she was dead.~ " Your aunt? So of what value is this information "? Ravok asked, looking at Keira and Quark. "Worth the sum of the balance of the agreement," Keira admitted. "Maybe a bit more to other interested parties." Ravok looked confused " Other parties? Perhaps other romulans?" "That's good news!" Quark said, "if you aren't willing to pay more perhaps another party would. Rule of acquisition number 17 a deal is a deal but only between Ferengi." "Other parties, like the Tal Shiar…" Keira mentioned. The mention of the Tal Shiar made Ravoks skin crawl. He shot Keira a look as if to question if she was out of her mind to even mention them. Why would her aunt Valora want to hide? So many questions this brought up. If she was hiding, Keira felt duty bound to keep her family safe. She needed to make sure any trails that lead here ended here. "If a former Romulan Commander is hiding, you can bet whoever she's hiding from is a scary individual." Keira said, hoping to indirectly intimidate the Ferengi. He then looked at Quark and leaned towards him. " I'm sure a fine and upstanding business man like you wouldn't want to sully a reputation such as yours. So I'll tell you what. I will pay you the 15 bars I owe you plus another 10 for the rest of what you know and another 10 to keep your mouth shut and forget you ever talked to us . Deal ?" Ravok truly wanted Keira to learn as much as she could. ~ Good thing we Shara's were financially prosperous~ "In fact giving us the rest and then scrubbing your database clean would give you plausible deniability should anyone come looking for her." Keira offered Ravok nodded his head in agreement with her. " I believe that's for the best " He said to Quark. "Hard to turn down 35 bars…" Quark admitted. " Alright. You've got a deal." "Exciting!" Dural said with a goofy grin. Quark finished drafting the contract. Passing it to Ravok, he said, "35 bars for a consulting fee." Ravok pressed his thumb on the PADD " The bars will be here soon. " "Let's go find a spot on the second or third floor to look over this." Keira said. Ravok stood up. " Good idea." He said to her and followed her up the stairs. ( reply None needed) ( posted Todd and Rob) (USS Exeter - Deck 1 - Ready Room - CO, Lt. Commander Trip Williams- 19:02) "Take a seat Ensign," Trip said motioning for More to be seated. "Ensign how would you rate your performance as a member of this crew so far?" (reply More) "The thing ensign, is honestly I don't know what to do with you. Your performance on away missions, well, you do well there. But on the ship, well, you have shown a tendency to act rashly and in a way that could jeopardize the ship. But you also performed well on the Asteroid Base and on the planet. So you kind of put me in a bit of a pickle there." (reply More) "So how do I motivate you, get you to be the best you can be. So here's the deal Stan." (reply More) "As of this moment I am promoting you to Ensign SG based off of your performance on the two away missions. But I want you to meet once a week with Master Chief Knight, twice a month with a mentor of your choice, and once a month with the Ships counselor, so we can even out your recklessness." (reply More) "You're a good kid, Stan, you could even be great, but you just need to be more grounded. If you can do that, dude, the Sky is the limit." (reply More) "Ensign Senior Grade More, you are dismissed. Congratulations on the promotion." Trip said as he shook Stan's hand. Then as soon as more left Trip went over to the replicator to get a glass of water. (reply More) (posted by Will) (USS Exeter - Deck 1 - Ready Room - Tac/Sec Ens.(sg) Stan More - 19:03 ) "Take a seat Ensign," Trip said motioning for More to be seated. "Ensign how would you rate your performance as a member of this crew so far?" “ I don’t know sir? I have tried to make amends for my actions.” Stan replied "The thing ensign, is honestly I don't know what to do with you. Your performance on away missions, well, you do well there. But on the ship, well, you have shown a tendency to act rashly and in a way that could jeopardize the ship. But you also performed well on the Asteroid Base and on the planet. So you kind of put me in a bit of a pickle there." “ A pickle sir?” Stan replied "So how do I motivate you, get you to be the best you can be. So here's the deal Stan." “ Sir?” Stan said "As of this moment I am promoting you to Ensign SG based off of your performance on the two away missions. But I want you to meet once a week with Master Chief Knight, twice a month with a mentor of your choice, and once a month with the Ships counselor, so we can even out your recklessness." “ Aye sir.” Stan said "You're a good kid, Stan, you could even be great, but you just need to be more grounded. If you can do that, dude, the Sky is the limit." “ Sir.” Stan replied "Ensign Senior Grade More, you are dismissed. Congratulations on the promotion." Trip said as he shook Stan's hand. Stan left as quick as he could. Just in case the CO changed his mind. More could not be more relieved. He had been expecting much worse. Expulsion from the Exeter and the walk of shame. Instead he had a second chance to prove himself. He was determined that the next time he stood before Commander Trip again like that. Things would be different there would not be any pickles. He would be a trusted and respected member of the crew. He was feeling hungry. DS9 had a restaurant that for some reason. Made a decent simulated Haggis. Stan would celebrate his promotion with a taste of home. ( Reply , None ) ( Posted by:- Norman 🐼) (USS Exeter - Personal Quarters - CSO Lt JG Erin Cortez - 1907) After reaching Deep Space 9 and giving her department the night off, Erin sat quietly in her quarters, a blanket over her lap, reading. Whilst the anthropologist in her was itching to go and explore the station, the other half of her knew that she needed time to process what had happened the last few days. The mission to save, at first their crew and then her close friend, had taken its toll on her. Whilst she wasn’t about to admit it, things had been brought to the fore that she had considered long buried. Something, she knew, needed to change. She needed to change within herself and she knew that. Putting her book down, she sighed deeply. She hadn’t had chance to see Ravok since he was released from sickbay and she knew that they needed to reconnect but her concern was for Ailynn. Knowing that she had been through something, something that had changed her whether she wanted to admit it or not was itching in the back of Erin’s mind. Needing something to focus on, she picked up a PADD that was on the table nearby her and, opening a file on it, smiled to herself. “Well, no time like the present to work on you then. I’ll make this work. With my team we will bring this old project of mine into reality.” (Reply none) (Posted by Jackie) (USS Exeter - FO Personal Quarters - FO Lt(sg) Ailynn Bracken - 1925) Ailynn looked at herself in the full length mirror, She always had body confidence issues, and although many had said to her that they thought that she was an attractive girl, she’d never rated outward looks, and indeed fashion as important in any way. Sighing deeply, she knew she had to go out this evening, but had to. Trip was her oldest friend, so she couldn’t not go despite how antisocial she was feeling. As she stood there, she tried to force back those old feelings of insecurity, she tried to look at herself with others eyes, and eventually, she conceded to herself that if she at least made an effort, she’d at least look not half bad. She turned away, and walked into her bathroom, and stepped into the warm bath that she had run a short while ago, and lay back, allowing the warm water to support her weight, the heat easing her tense shoulders. Having washed, and dried herself she left the bathroom, and began thinking of what to wear, her wardrobe was rather spartan, but she remembered something that she’d seen in a picture months ago, and had programmed into her wardrobe selection. Scrolling through the list she selected a few of them. “Computer, replicate selected items off my list.” [Acknowledged. Items being replicated.] She quickly got dressed, pulling on her underwear, then the denim miniskirt and sleeveless tshirt. Lastly, she went to the wardrobe and pulled out a pair of knee length boots, that had been a rash purchase back on Mars. She’d bought them, but never worn them because of the heels. Her hair was normally pulled back into a tight, no-nonsense bun, but now she wore it loose, and long, she’d put in a product that caused her hair to have more volume than it normally did. Lastly was her makeup, a palette that was far richer than she would wear. Rich red lipstick, careful foundation and blusher, and eyeshadow and liner that accentuated rather than hid her eyes. Happy with the look, she grabbed a small leather jacket, then left her room, headed for Quarks. (USS Exeter - Deck 1 - Ready Room - ACTO Ensign Paul Sleeford - 19:29) Walking on to the the bridge Sleeford walked across the empty space to the ready room, pressing the chime he waited, pulling his uniform top down straight and took a deep breath. (Reply Williams) Walking in Sleeford approached the deck and stopped, waiting for the captain to speak. (Reply Williams) (Posted by Alistair) (USS Exeter - Deck 1 - Ready Room - CO, Lt. Commander Trip Williams - 19:31) "Ensign Sleeford, have a seat." Trip said motioning to the chair in front of his desk. (reply Sleeford) "How are you holding up? How's the recovery going?" (reply Sleef0rd) Trip nodded as Paul was describing his rehab process up until that point. "Look, you're too good an officer and I respect you too much to beat around the bush. We need to talk about your leg." (reply Sleeford) "With the injury to your leg what it is, and the rehab and adjustment time needed for your prosthesis, and the fact that it was the same leg you had previously injured, the medical recommendation I received is that I heavily consider moving you out of the Tactical department. That while you could still perform there, it would be better for your recovery both physically and mentally, that I move you to another department." (reply Sleeford) "And with Ensign Dareshaa not returning to us, and my decision to leave Lieutenant Ravok as chief tactical officer, it means I know have to find a home for you and a new Chief Operations Officer. You've impressed me Paul. Your treatment of Lt. Commander Tyko may have left much to be desired, I think you are a capable officer and could really grow. I believe that the aggressiveness you showed to Commander Tyko while he was posing as a refugee was out of character. So in an act of faith and trust that you wont let me down, I hereby name you Acting Chief Operations Officer on an interim basis. If you perform well, the role might become yours full time. Congratulations." (reply sleeford) (reply sleeford) (posted by Will) (USS Exeter - Deck 1 - Ready Room - ACTO Ensign Paul Sleeford 19:32) Standing in front of the captains desk, Sleeford felt the effects of his mornings run, the area around the stump where the new leg joined his old one itched ans pulled slightly, he'd been assured that this was a temporary feeling and would soon pass. "Ensign Sleeford, have a seat." Taking the offered chair Sleeford, sat and eased his left leg out slightly. "How are you holding up? How's the recovery going?" Taking a breath, Sleeford gathered his thoughts, "Since my injury, I've had daily physio, daily runs to strengthen my muscles. I have a weekly schedule with the counsellor, with a review in a month with the CMO to discuss my rehabilitation and return to full duty. " "Look, you're too good an officer and I respect you too much to beat around the bush. We need to talk about your leg." Looking across the desk at the captain, Sleeford felt a sense of fear that his career was about to be terminated, by one stupid action on his part. "With the injury to your leg what it is, and the rehab and adjustment time needed for your prosthesis, and the fact that it was the same leg you had previously injured, the medical recommendation I received is that I heavily consider moving you out of the Tactical department. That while you could still perform there, it would be better for your recovery both physically and mentally, that I move you to another department." Sleeford sat and stared at the captain, wondering where this conversation was going, moving from the security and Tactical Department was something that he'd not contemplated, he could understand the reasoning, physically he was getting better slowly, he knew it would take time, mentally, well that was for the counsellor to decide, his own worry was simply freezing on an away mission and putting the lives of others at risk. Focusing back on the captain as he continued. "And with Ensign Dareshaa not returning to us, and my decision to leave Lieutenant Ravok as chief tactical officer, it means I now have to find a home for you and a new Chief Operations Officer. You've impressed me Paul. Your treatment of Lt. Commander Tyko may have left much to be desired, I think you are a capable officer and could really grow. I believe that the aggressiveness you showed to Commander Tyko while he was posing as a refugee was out of character. So in an act of faith and trust that you won't let me down, I hereby name you Acting Chief Operations Officer on an interim basis. If you perform well, the role might become yours full time. Congratulations." Sitting there Sleeford was stunned he'd expected a discharge, due to medical grounds, a move to Operations would be a challenge, but with ravok on Tactical would not be far away. "Thank you captain. I'll speak with Lieutenant Ravok during shore leave to gain some experience at Ops. " Standing Sleeford, limping slightly he walked out onto the bridge, glancing over at the tactical station, somewhere he'd never again stand, frowning slightly he walked to the unoccupied Ops console and looked down at it, the strange layouts of the panel, it would be a challenge, one he was up to. (Replies none) (Posted by Alistair) (USS Exeter - Mess hall - SPC Ensign jg Rylee Page - 1934) Sitting at a table by herself, Rylee was thankful for the fact that a lot of the crew seemed to have taken the captain’s message seriously and were exploring the station. Looking out of the window, she could see the station looming large and she sighed. She knew that she could go and take a walk along the promenade but she didn’t trust herself, didn’t quite trust her own body just yet. The Doctors were right that the surgery she had had would have an after effect and she didn’t want anyone to know that she was struggling slightly. Just with basic tasks that should be easy, they were taking a lot longer to accomplish. So she sat, gazing out at the stars, lost in her own thoughts. (Reply any) (Posted by Jackie) (Deep Space Nine - Promenade - ACSO, Ensign SG Adala Michaels and Tactical Officer, Ensign SG, Cade Blackwell - 20:00) Cade approached Adala on the promenade of Deep Space Nine. He was wearing off duty clothing, simple. Black boots, black cargo pants and a grey long sleeve shirt. He was also wearing a black sweater vest. He was looking for somewhere to eat when he saw a familiar face. He served with her on the Exeter, though he had only met her a few days earlier. “Adala,” he said walking up to her, pulling her into a hug, and then twirling her around. He probably should have asked her permission. Placing her down he smiled. “How the hell are you?” Adala, dressed in a light blue knee length sleeveless tunic, tied at the waist with a black woven rope sash and black leggings, Knee-high black boots completing the ensemble. She laughed and shook her head at Cade. “You can scoop me into a hug anytime. They … are the best.” Her mind flitting back to their first meeting but not dwelling there. “I’ve been well. Trying to pull myself back together and dive into work or spending time on the holodeck, trying not to bash my head in again.” She looked up at him. “What about you?” “Me, that's easy, I’m just out here trying to have some fun. I’m looking for somewhere to eat. I’m famished, well not famished, but with my workout schedule, I’m eating maybe every four hours, at least some lean protein.” “I’d suggest Klingon but they are usually high on the protein” She looked around the promenade. “Anywhere in particular you’re thinking? I was just thinking of catching a bite myself before I head for the holodeck.” “Youknow, you look better than the last time I saw you.” He paused, “Sorry that sounded like you didn’t look good, what I mean is, you’re always pretty, you look less emotionally devastated.” “Always the charmer.” Adala laughed. “I am doing better, yes. I’ve had time to heal from many things and you helped in that.” “You’re welcome, I guess, but I did nothing. I’m not really a fan of Klingon food. Why don’t we try Bajoran? I mean, it would be the local flare.” Adala nodded. “Bajoran sounds good. Anywhere in particular?” “So this is a random question, but, you do have close friends to lean on, right?” “I do and I do, probably not as often as I should. But I do have friends I can lean on.” She tipped her head slightly. “Why do you ask?” “It’s just, your eyes, while they are a beautiful and sparkling shade of blue, they look so lonely, so sad.” Adala smiled slightly. "I am really doing ok, or trying the best I can. I can't compare to what any of you went through on the last mission not having been there. I still feel like I should have been there to do something, anything." She paused. "That is part of who I am, and I don't like being sidelined." Adala shrugged and shook her head. “And it would just bother me greatly if you were lonely or alone. I may be a bit of an oaf, a meathead, and a jock, but I also just think the thought of anyone being a one, sucks, like sucks monkey toe, for lack of a better term.” “Are you offering to not let me be lonely or alone?” She let out a laugh. “And .. .you’re not an oaf or meathead. You my friend are a teddy bear with a heart of … dunno … gold maybe.” “Wait, my heart is made of gold, not muscle, tissue, blood, and what have you? I think I need to go see the doctor, that doesn’t sound normal. Help, help, my heart has turned into a precious metal.” he said with a laugh. Adala leaned in and placed her ear to his chest. "Sounds just right to me." She stepped back and looked up at him “As to the answer to your question, am I offering to not let you be lonely or alone, what do you mean?” “Well you said you didn’t like seeing me alone or lonely? Was that an ‘oafish’ way of saying you wanted to spend time with me?” Laugher in her voice now. “Huh,” he said, “I hadn’t thought about that. I mean I meant it more of a general I don’t want people to be alone, but I guess if I had to think on a micro scale, rather than the macro, that sure, yeah, I wouldn’t mind spending time with you. I mean it would help in getting to know you better.” Adala shook her head. "I would like to spend time with you too." she leaned and whispered "I could use more of those hugs." she felt a slight flush rose in her cheeks which she quickly squelched. “So Adala. If you could only eat one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be?” She swallowed and took a deep breath before answering his next question. "That I don't know, I have tried many different cuisines, I don't really have a favorite.." “Me, Thai food, if I could just have Thai food forever, I’d be happy.” “That is one I haven’t tried yet. Maybe you’ll have to introduce me to Thai food.” “Can I ask a random question?” “Of course you can.” She laughed. “Why would I say no?” “How is it a pretty girl like you finds herself alone and not fighting people off with a stick. Unless I misread things and you’re not as alone as I think, if you know what I’m saying.” “Just haven’t found the right person I guess. I keep hoping the right one will show up.” “They will, but sometimes people are just oblivious to what’s right under their nose.” Cade replied as he then heard his stomach grumble. Adala laughed “Some people are blind like that, yes. I am probably one of them.” “I think we should stop and eat at the first food place we see. My stomach is starting to sound like a grizzly bear.” “Let’s get you fed then.” She laughed. “Can’t have a grizzly loose on the promenade.” “Ain’t that the truth,” Cade replied as they began to look for somewhere to eat. (reply any) (posted by Will and Kathleen) (Uss Exeter - deck 8 - security department - aCOO Ensign Paul Sleeford - 2000) Entering the locker room Sleeford opened his locker and took out the tactical suit, helmet, boots, combat rig, spare weapons power packs, slipping the small knife in his boot he folder the suit and took the pile to the small office that housed the QM, placing the pile on the desk Sleeford waited whale the CPO went through the gear with meticulous care. Standing there silently he waited for the PADD to be passed over for his thumb print. "You leaving us sir. Finally got too much for you?" Sleeford laughed, "In your dreams Chief, just changing roles, not a yellow top as of now. So you're not going to see my ugly mug in here any more. " Leaving the officer Sleeford walked out of the security office and away from all he'd known. Pondering his options he walked to the nearest lift, it was too late to go to DS9, he's do that in the morning, after his session in medical. (Uss Exeter – Docking port – aCOO Ensign Paul Sleeford 20:15) Sleeford waked towards the docking port, seeing two beta shift security officers standing there he waited for the good natured abuse that would come, joining the line of ‘escapees’ he smiled as he approached the pair. “Gentlemen Good evening” Looking at him the elder grunted and stared at him, “going somewhere Mr Sleeford?” Keeping the smile in place Sleeford raised his eyebrows, “Yep, off for a drink. I’d ask you to join me but I know you can’t. “ Taking a step closer the older of the pair stood in front of Sleeford, “Tell you what Paul ,bring us a bottle back.” Winking he patted him on the shoulder, “Oh and watch your leg, hate for it to come back before you” Laughing Sleeford shook his head, “Brian, I’ll make it two and if you do seem my leg, grab it, it will have gone AWOL” Raising his hand as he left Sleeford walked onto the short corridor leading to the turbolift system. (Deep Space Nine - Promenade, Upper Level, Look out - Exeter CO, Lt. Commander Trip Williams and Illuminar CO, Lt. Commander Sekal - 20:20) Trip had finally been able to break away from his ready room and make his way onto the station proper. As he walked on the upper levels of the promenade he couldn’t help but be taken in by the movement and business of the people. Everyone going about their daily lives, focused on what their next task was, or what item to buy, or whether or not to stop in for a round of dabo or see if the holosuite was open. Living their lives unaware of all the threats the Galaxy had in store. Not knowing that less than a week prior a ship had set out with a weapon so devastating it would have re-terraformed Bajor and wiped out all life on the planet. Nor could they know, as that matter was now classified. That the Cults none as the Prophet’s Fire was defeated, with its leader dead and lieutenants and other members captured, that information could be shared. That their leader had been possessed by a Pah Wraith and they had actually constructed a working genesis device and modified its matrix into a workable torpedo with the intention of reshaping Bajor in their own image. Well, that was knowledge that Starfleet was keen on keeping under wraps. Though with Dr. Fave Itel in custody and willing to talk and spill the beans on as much as possible in exchange for a not as harsh sentence, Starfleet HQ would be able to keep themselves busy for awhile figuring out how those plans that had been classified two centuries ago made its way into the hands of a terrorist cult. Trip found a nice railing over a walkway and began to look down. He enjoyed people watching, imagining what they were thinking, where they were going. Seeing people from all walks of life, from all over the Galaxy. The diversity of cultures, of ideas, of people, he found it fascinating. The Vulcan had left Quark's bar after speaking with Doctor Methor and continued mingling with the other beings on the Promenade. The melting pot of cultures was stimulating. Spending his formative years on the fringe of his mother's diplomatic party had been an unparalleled opportunity for educating him in the nuances of inter-cultural exchange. While his arrival and subsequent rise on Mars had offered opportunities to rub elbows with representatives of other species it had been nothing like the compact pressure cooker of this space station near the fringe of Federation influence. The veridian mineral water had been consumed some time ago and he was considering another when he spotted the CO of the Exeter on an upper walkway so made his way to a staircase. Himself and Trip Williams had had too little interaction during the frenzied labor of rekindling operations on Mars followed by getting Republic and Exeter refit along with the construction of Illuminar. He motioned to the human/betazoid Commander as he drew near. "Commander Williams it has been too long since we have spoken". He noted as he came close enough to speak without shouting.. “Oh Commander Sekal, good to see you,” Trip said with a smile extending his hand in the customary earth greeting of a handshake. Sekal had overcome the taboo nature of physical touch somewhat due to the demands command placed on its superior officers. There were many instances where the gesture was expected though he maintained his mental shielding rigidly in such instances. He returned the handshake firmly. “And please, unless this is a business call, you can call me Trip.” Sekal shook his head. "The business nature of the mission has concluded satisfactorily…" his pause was short, "...Trip. This would be considered a social call rather." He turned and placed his hands on the railing as he looked down at the promenade. "The crews appear to be quite enthusiastic about the opportunity for liberty." “So, I hear y’all have been quite busy of late, what with everything that has been going on down on Bajor. I bet y’all are raring to go for some R&R.” Trip contemplated giving the Vulcan captain of the Illuminar a friendly slap on the shoulder, but at the last minute he decided against it. He wasn’t sure how well received that particular human interaction would be. Sekal nodded. "The situation was unexpectedly convoluted though its roots in religious fervor was expected." He looked back to Trip. "Your own mission cannot have been simple judging from the preliminary reports I have received. My condolences for those who were lost." “Thank you, I appreciate it. Yeah, unfortunately there is gonna be a lot of bureaucratic red tape, and HQ is going to be dealing with this for awhile. But we made it back, and people seem to be in better spirits. I think this time on Deep Space Nine will be good for morale.” He nodded. "Our duties on Mars kept us too busy for social interaction which is regrettable. I thought to use this as an opportunity to 'catch up' as it were. The odds of Illuminar and Exeter crossing paths again in the near future are miniscule." “Most likely, the Galaxy is rather large. I don’t know where you’re headed next, but they want us headed to Cardassia, just a little check in. Say hello. More diplomatic than anything else. Then I think after that, who knows. Could be headed to the Beta Quadrant, could remain in the Alpha Quadrant, could go back to Gamma. It all depends on those higher up the food chain.” "Our orders are to return to Mars for upgrades which is unusual for a new ship however augmentations to offensive and defensive systems which I set the goals for have been reached. I believe this will be the last such refit for some time however." “I’m gonna make my way to Quark’s in a bit, I got enough credit to open a tab for the Exeter crew, though hopefully they don’t go all out. But I think a bit of down time and free booze might be good for morale. More than anything just being somewhere other than the ship I think will be welcomed.” Sekal nodded. "Being on edge and maintaining alertness for extended duration exacts a psychological toll I have noticed. Leaves and liberty are necessary for a crew to maintain their energy and lower stress levels." “You should join us, I’ll buy ya a drink, though I don’t quite know what vulcans partake of.” "Your offer is appreciated though unnecessary. I would extend the same to you. The Veridian mineral water Quark has on stock has proven to be adequate. I will join you." Trip nodded and then sighed, “Before any reverie though, ummm, don’t want to be awkward or anything, but uh, how’s my sister doing?” The Vulcan cocked his head slightly. "Not well, I will tell you off the record that her sleep is impaired and it has affected her performance though she attempts to cover for it. The counseling staff is concerned and Counselor Ravenstone has sought my permission to bring in a specialist. While she has not confided in me completely I agreed. I am hoping that downtime at Mars will speed her recovery." “I’m saddened to hear that, but yes, I hope downtime will be good. Sy is brilliant, beyond capable, but sensitive. I don’t know if its a yin and yang thing, or a boy and girl thing, but she was always the more sensitive of the two of us. But deep down she’s a fighter, and I know In my heart of hearts that she will be the best damn first officer you will ever have.” "I have no doubts as to her abilities." Sekal nodded. "She is a complement to my command team and knowledgeable of the ship. Should the necessity arise I am certain she will be more than capable of commanding her. Her intelligence and experience gained during the testing trials will be invaluable." He fell into step with Trip as they moved to the staircase. "Has the Exeter's performance met expectations? We have not had the opportunity to make use of the phaser and deflector arrays on Illuminar which is fortunate though the tests were successful." “The systems we have used were satisfactory. The Dark Matter phaser array is particularly devastating. And the Quantum Slipstream Drive is working without issue, as long as our Engineering team can make the calculations in time. So Prolonged usage is probably not ideal at the moment. What about your, ummm, what was it, planetary landing systems?” The Vulcan shrugged. "The planetary landing was performed flawlessly. That was not unexpected however as the technology for that class of vessel was already well laid. The modifications to it were minor. There was an issue with the flux capacitor series for the warp drive that was installed but a facility on Bajor has received my specifications and is fabricating an upgrade for use on the return trip. I plan on testing our access to a subspace tributary as we leave the Bajoran system. If successful we will have essentially a parallel system to the quantum slipstream drive." “It sounds like it. Makes travel a bit quicker. Which will hopefully be a benefit to Starfleet as we try and increase our presence back in the Galaxy. Making new friends, mending fences with old ones. Hopefully not making any new enemies,” Trip said with a laugh. "Indeed. The renewal of relations with Andoria was needed and reestablishing relations with other former Federation worlds is a priority. The greatest concern I have at the moment is what footing we will be on with the Klingon Empire when we begin pushing outward once more. I anticipate that we will have access to the ships from the Vulcan Defense Fleet by that time. My father is confident that an agreement will be reached soon." “Kind of odd though, being a captain so soon. I mean, I know on Mars we had a lot of responsibility, but Remae was always right there to cover our asses if we screwed up. Now, it’s like the safety net is off and we have to grow up in a hurry. Or maybe that’s just my Human and Betazoid emotions. Kind of a fun cocktail of emotions that mix is. Either way, one mission down, a lifetime to go.” "You are correct in your assessment. I myself still have a lot to learn. StarFleet command training is exhaustive but every encounter is likely to have unexpected deviations which will force growth. It is our response to those situations which will determine the direction we take." “I got to say, on my part, sorry for not getting to know you better back on Mars. It’s a big base, and work kept me pretty busy and on alert, and I know the same was probably for you. But I could have made a more intentional effort to at least pop in from time to time.” The Vulcan nodded. "The same could be said from my perspective no doubt. The burden of work we undertook to aid the fleet in its resuscitation left little time for pleasantries. Which is the reason I had hoped to speak with you here on the station." “I’m glad you sought me out.” "What is your preferred libation?" Sekal removed the handful of gold pressed latinum from his pocket that he had gotten from the credits he had cashed in as they entered Quark's. "More of the mineral water for me and whatever Co….Trip desires." He said as the Ferengi turned to face them. “I’ll take a bourbon, on the rocks.” Trip said with a smile. “I’d also like to start a tab for Lt. Commander Trip Williams, you can send the bill to the USS Exeter and I’ll get sorted. Any crewmember of the Exeter is drinking on that tab. They should have some identification on them, but if a couple freeloaders get a free drink, that’s fine too.” The Ferengi nodded and returned with their drinks. Taking his drink in hand, Trip turned to Sekal. “Well, should we toast something?” "To our crews and ships." Sekal raised his glass. "Long may they serve." “And may the great bird of the galaxy watch over them both.” Trip said raising his glass and clinking it with that of Sekals. The future of the Federation, at least for now, was particularly bright. (reply any who show up to Quark’s) (posted by Will and Charles) (USS Exeter - deck 9 - Nine and Dine - aCOO Ensign Paul Sleeford - 20:30) Walking in to room Sleeford was surprised at the number of people present, he'd assumed that most of the off duty crew would be on DS9 or heading to Bajor, finding a space at the bar he ordered a large scotch and looked for an empty table, seeing none he stood there and sipped his drink quietly. (Replies nil) (Posted by Alistair) (Quarks bar – DS9 aCOO Ensign Paul Sleeford 20:25) Walking into the bar, Sleeford realised why he didn’t frequent these places too often, the noise and press of bodies was shocking, dodging left and right to get to the bar he stood and watched as a small Ferengi, obviously the owner by the outlandish way he was dressed ,pushed a drink across the bar to someone further down, watching as he approached with a look of distain. “What can I get you?” Sleeford looked at him and smiled slightly, “twenty four year old single malt, Glenlivet 2375 for preference and none of that synthaol rubbish either” As Quark walked away grumbling Sleeford examined the room, seeing faces he didn;t recognise, some he did. As the glass appeared in front of him Sleeford nodded. “If your from the Exeter its free, how I’m supposed to make a living with you Starfleet types i’ll never know” Laughing slightly as Quark walked away grumbling about profits and the like Sleeford took a sip of his whisky, walking away from the bar he found a table and sat, easing out his leg, resting the newly fitted prosthetic, the join still a little stiff and achy, he’d be the first to admit Vespers and the medical team had done a fantastic job, from his injury to his recovery. Watching as more and more of the Exeter’s of duty crew began to fill the bar and the resident bar fly’s left to find quitter watering holes. (Posted by Alistair) (Deep Space Nine – Quark`s Bar - CFO – Lieutenant (J.G.) – Ire Williams - 20:35) Ire was running five minutes late which in the grand scheme of things was not that bad but if the Captain invites people to a party at 2030 being in time would be a good idea. It had been nice to get of the Exeter and look around Deep Space Nine. He hoped that he would have enough time over the next few days to have a proper look and see how much it had changed since he had been on the station as a child. The same Cardassian architecture was still there. He guessed it was now so synonymous with station that changing it was new designs would take away from what the station was. As he entered Quarks and saw that there were members of the Exeter crew along with people from the Illuminar and the Republic what he knew in passing. He went over to the bar and nodded to the Bajoran Bartender. “Good evening.” “Evening. What can I get you?” He paused for a moment before making his choice. “Can I have a Saurian Brandy please.” The Bartender nodded as he pulled out a glass and poured him a measure. “Are you from the Exeter there is a tab set up.” “Yes I am.” Ire said as he showed the Bartender his identification who nodded. Ire nodded his thinks as he sipped the Brandy as he looked around the Bar. He saw the Trip and Sekal at the other end and decided to let them talk as he headed over to an unoccupied table. (Reply any) (Posted by Robbie) (DS9 - Quarks - CSO Lt JG Erin Cortez - 2037) Walking into Quarks, the crew were milling about mixing with other people from the crew of the station and from the Illuminar. Smiling to herself as she ordered a drink from the bar, she perched herself on a barstool at the end of the bar and watched. Watching the various people, races interacting was fascinating. The cultural differences alone were worthy of study but Erin knew that this was RnR. Thinking back to what her professors had said to her at the academy, she knew she would have to mingle at some point but, right now, she was content to stay on the fringe and just watch. (Reply any) (Posted by Jackie) (Deep Space 9 - Quarks bar - FO Lt(sg) Ailynn Bracken - 2040) She strode into the bar, seeing Trip and Ire across the room. “Beer thank you.” She requested as she passed the bar, she grabbed her drink, then joined the others. “Evening Gentlemen. What gives?” (Reply Trip/Ire/any) (Posted by Mark) (Deep Space 9 - Quarks bar - Exeter CO, Lt. Commander Trip Williams- 2042) During the course of their conversation Trip tried to slip in a few really bad jokes to see if he couldn't get his Illuminar counterpart to smile. So far he had been unsuccessful. "Ok, maybe this one will get you to smile, what do all Starfleet Captains have in common?" (reply Sekal iyw) "They have three ears, a left ear, a right ear, and a final frontier." Trip tried to ham it up and really sell it. But at least visibly, he did not land a blow. (reply Sekal) "Well, that's it, I think that's most of the jokes I have that I can tell in polite company." Trip thought it a good idea not to mention how many Cardassians it takes to screw in a lightbulb. The answer of course being one, but there are four lights. (Reply Sekal iyw) At that moment Trip noticed his First Officer and Chief Flight Officer and called them over. "Ire, Ailynn, Over here," He said as we waved them over to join him and Sekal. "Not sure if you guys ever really got the chance to meet on Mars, but given he's a class of 44er like us, and one of the 'Children of Mars' as the called our crew of ensigns, might be good to reconnect." (reply Ailynn, Ire) "Sekal this is my First Officer Ailynn Bracken and my Chief Flight Officer Ire Williams. Guys this is the captain of the Illuminar Sekal." (Reply Ire, Bracken, Sekal) (Posted by Will) (Deep Space 9 - Quarks bar - Illuminar CO, Lt. Commander Sekal- 2044) "Ok, maybe this one will get you to smile, what do all Starfleet Captains have in common?" The Vulcan considered the question., there were many variables involved. Not all were under the same Command figure such as Admiral Bell which left out a personnel component and a political figure was distanced from the fleet. That left only one answer. "StarFleet general orders." "They have three ears, a left ear, a right ear, and a final frontier." The Vulcan quirked an eyebrow. "Illogical although I do see the wordplay involved. However 'front ears' are an anatomical anomoly." At his lack of what was considered a suitable response the Exter CO appeared to wilt a bit. "Well, that's it, I think that's most of the jokes I have that I can tell in polite company." That caused Sekal to tilt his head a bit in curiosity. "What does the presence of impolite company denote and how is their comportment germain to the questions?" Trip took the opportunity to beat a strategic retreat. "Ire, Ailynn, Over here," as two officers neared he made introductions. "Not sure if you guys ever really got the chance to meet on Mars, but given he's a class of 44er like us, and one of the 'Children of Mars' as the called our crew of ensigns, might be good to reconnect." (reply Ailynn, Ire) "Sekal this is my First Officer Ailynn Bracken and my Chief Flight Officer Ire Williams. Guys this is the captain of the Illuminar Sekal." Sekal nodded to both. "Greetings Doctor Bracken, the last time we met I was bringing Sienna Williams-Verin into medical after her collapse. Congratulations on your posting as executive officer on the Exeter." (Reply: Ailynn) He then turned his attention to Ire and raised his hand in the Vulcan salute. "Peace and long life Lieutenant Williams. We have not had the chance to meet previously." (Reply: Ire) "Trip and I were in discussion earlier about the mission the Exeter undertook and I profer my congratulations to yourselves and the crew on the successful completion of it. What are your observations on the situation within the badlands? In the past it has been the retreat and base of resistance in a number of instances and StarFleet has had issues with the unrest. What is the likelihood of isolating it from subversive elements in your estimation?" (Reply: Trip, Ailynn, Ire, any) (Posted by Charles G) (DS9 - Promenade, Quark's - Illuminar ACSO Lieutenant (jg) Jaton Alyl - 2050) Jaton had been wandering around the station for a bit of time and had spent a good amount of time watching ships enter and leave the wormhole. He thought to himself how his life had changed in that runabout. He might not have been ready to get his ear pierced for the Prophets, but his encounters with them had indeed been profound. He felt happier and more at peace than he had in a long time. But more than anything, he felt like celebrating. He walked through the door into Quark's, a fixture of the station since its liberation from Cardassian control 76 years ago. He saw a few other Freedom fleet officers that he recognised talking to Sekal and smiled. He first crossed over to the bar and ordered a fire wine, and then walked over to his colleagues. "Mind if I join you?" (reply Trip, Ailynn, Ire, Sekal, any) (posted by Spencer) (Deep Space - Quarks- SPC Ensign Greta Smith - 2059) Knowing she was late, Greta all but jogged along the promenade to the bar. Wearing a white dress, she felt decidedly overdressed but, she knew that the one person that she wanted to spend time with that night was going to be there. Standing outside the bar, she could see him, in deep conversation with Trip, Ailynn and someone who she thought could be the Captain of the Illuminar. Having not had much dealings with him, she watched them talk for a moment. Ire seemed at ease and she smiled softly. ~he seems happy ~ she thought to herself as she stepped into the bar and headed to order a drink. "Whiskey please. " she said to the bar tender. "Exeter crew?" Greta nodded, "that obvious is it?" The bar man smiled, "First shore leave in a while I bet. Judging by the amount of you people that have been coming in and out of her all day." Laughing as she took her drink, Greta nodded, "that's a fair assessment. Good health." She replied as she took a sip of her drink and turned round it loom around the room. (Reply Any) (Posted by Jackie) (DS9 - Quarks - CSO Lt JG Erin Cortez - 2104) After having been sat at the bar for a bit, Eein, still watching the crew, smiled to herself. If you asked her when she had returned to Mars, she would not have guessed that she would be where she was now. Something had changed in her. She could tell. The last mission, having to go in and support the rescue of the crew, the designing of the tracker Crystal's that had lead to them finding the kidnapped crew, all of it had somehow validated her. That she did have something to give, she was in fact better than she had thought. She knew now that a fire had been lit within her and that she was growing, learning and becoming someone she had wanted to be. Smiling to herself, she finished her drink and ordered another, waiting to see what the night would bring. One thing she did know was that life was changing. A lesson had been learnt and, as she picked up her drink, a thought came to her. ~life does find a way.~ (Reply any) (Posted by Jackie) (USS Exeter – Bridge - CFO - Lieutenant (J.G.) – Ire Williams – 2345) Ire sat in the command chair of the nearly deserted bridge. With the ship attached to the station there was not a lot of need keeping a fully manned bridge watch especially as most of the crew were off on the station. He had asked for the shift mainly so that the other bridge officers could also enjoy some down time. He did miss not being with Greta but since getting back from the Gamma quadrant he felt that he needed some time to process what happened. He had felt himself getting irritated at things that were not a problem before. He had been sleeping badly especially after he found out that he could have saved Rylee from major surgery. He had been to the holodeck and ran the simulation multiple times until he found the right maneuvers that had saved Rylee and the others. It had been so simple balance out the thrust to stabilize Rylee`s momentum and at the same time reorientation the runabout so that the escape pods rebounded after the initial hit. He had then practiced it until he could do it in his sleep but even that did not help. He then began having nightmares which incorporated him losing Greta and Rylee do to him not being able to do some simple maneuvers. ~I am going to go and see someone about this after I talk to Greta~ He looked around and listened to the back-ground hum of the ship as he stifled a yawn. It would not be good for the others to see him tired. He was sure that they also wanted to be on the station havening fun. “Well this is fun.” He said with a slight grin. “What`s everyone got for dinner?” There was a pause before the tactical officer spoke. “I have casserole from earlier Sir.” Ire nodded and looked over at the ops officer. “Peanut butter and jelly sandwich Sir.” Ire frowned at the Ops officer “Really?” “Yes sir.” Ire shrugged and looked over at engineering officer. “Pizza. Handmade with fresh herbs.” “Okay stop it you are making me hungry.” He looked at the Conn officer. “I have some hart of targ Sir.” He smiled and shook his head. ~Very strange and different options for sure~ “Okay you all go and eat apart from Ensign Nyabol and her pizza.” He looked over at Ensign Swift. “You and your Peanut butter and jelly sandwich better get going or I might find a way of confiscating it under health and safety.” There was a chuckle from the others as they headed for the turbolift. 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