USS Spectre Compile - September 1st-30th 2007 by Alan Reading ========================================================================= Mission: The Sword of Damocles Day: 61 Stardate: 2407.04.03 ========================================================================= (USS Spectre - Sickbay - COUNS - Lt. (JG) David Taxia - 09:00) (USS Spectre - Sickbay – CEO Ensign H’Chir – 09:01) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - CMO Williams - 09:03) (USS Spectre - Sickbay – CEO Ensign H’Chir – 09:04) (USS Spectre - Security Chiefs Office - TAC/SC Lieutenant Yelena Vasilyovna - 10:00) (USS Spectre - Deck Four – Ensign Gorlan Therul – 10:04) (USS Spectre – Aft Torpedo Bay - TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 10:07) (USS Spectre - Dreamland - House pet, Mark the Bunny - 10:07) (USS Spectre – Aft Torpedo Bay - Ensign Yates - 10:08) (USS Spectre - Main Engineering – ACEO Ensign Jacqueline Bristed – 10:10) (USS Spectre - Jynea's Quarters - House Pet, Mark the Bunny - 10:12) (USS Spectre - Main Engineering – CEO Ensign H’Chir – 10:12) (USS Spectre - Marine Quarters - Corporal Houseman - 10:12) (USS Spectre – Aft Torpedo Bay – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 10:14) (USS Spectre – Aft Torpedo Bay – Security Officer Ensign Nathanial Yates - 10:16) (USS Spectre – Aft Torpedo Bay – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 10:16) (USS Spectre - Aft Torpedo Bay – CEO Ensign H’Chir – 10:18) (USS Spectre – Aft Torpedo Bay – Security Officer Ensign Nathanial Yates - 10:19) (USS Spectre – Aft Torpedo Bay – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 10:19) (USS Spectre - The Bridge - Technician Suri Rapeet - 10:22) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - CMO Williams - 10:25) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - Ensign (JG) Ardena Carrow - 10:27) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - CMO Williams - 10:30) (USS Spectre - Turbolift One - Technician Suri Rapeet - 10:30) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - Ensign (JG) Ardena Carrow - 10:32) (USS Spectre - Science - Ensign (JG) Ardena Carrow - 11:00) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - CMO Williams - 11:26) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 11:28) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - CMO Williams - 11:30) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - Nurse Douwsy - 11:31) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - Ensign Jynea Kreung - 11:32) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - Nurse Douwsy - 11:35) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - Morale Officer Ensign (JG)Jynea Kreung - 11:35) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - CMO Williams - 11:40) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - Morale Officer Ensign (JG)Jynea Kreung - 11:42) (USS Spectre - Turbolift One - Technician Suri Rapeet - 11:45) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - CMO Williams - 11:45) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - Morale Officer Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 11:47) (USS Spectre - Science Department - Morale Officer Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 11:50) (USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - Captain T'Vhor - 11:50) (USS Spectre - Jynea's Quarters - Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 11:57) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Captain T'Vhor & TAC/SC Lieutenant Yelena Vasilyovna - 12:02) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Captain T'Vhor & TAC/SC Lieutenant Yelena Vasilyovna - 12:15) (USS Spectre – CMO's Office – CMO Williams - 12:15) (USS Spectre – Agent Smith's personal quarters – Agent Smith - 12:16) (USS Spectre – Marine Quarters – Corporal Houseman - 12:17) (USS Spectre - Sickaby - CMO Williams - 12:18) (USS Spectre – MXO's Quarters - MXO Major Bruce Kowalski - 12:19) (USS Spectre – Bridge - Corporal Houseman - 12:21) (USS Spectre - Junior Officer's Quarters - Ensign (JG) Ardena Carrow - 22:47) (USS Spectre - Junior Officer's Quarters - Ensign (JG) Ardena Carrow - 23:12) ========================================================================= Mission: The Sword of Damocles Day: 63 Stardate: 2407.04.05 (USS Spectre - Officer's Quarters - Ensign Ardena Carrow - 00:30) (USS Spectre - Outside Captain's Quarters - Ensign Ardena Carrow & Captain T'Vhor - 04:30) (USS Spectre - Marine Mess hall - Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 10:00) (USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - Captain T'Vhor - 10:12) ========================================================================= Mission: ***Docked*** Day: 01 Stardate: 2407.04.05 (Starbase Geneva - Temp Quarters - Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 07:00) (Starbase Geneva - Corridors - Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 07:15) (Starbase Geneva - Legal Room - Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 07:45) (Starbase Geneva - Temp Quarters - Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 08:15) (USS Spectre – Agent Smith’s quarters – Agent Smith - 10:30) (USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - Captain T'Vhor - 10:30) (USS Spectre – Ready Room – Agent Smith - 10:35) (USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - Agent Smith - 10:36) (USS Spectre – Donaldson’s Quarters – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 10:40) (USS Spectre – Donaldson’s Quarters – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 10:43) (USS Spectre - Jeffery's Tube 4, junction 9 - Corporal Ferns & Lance Corporal Tarby - 10:45) (Starbase Geneva – Agent Simmons Office – Agent Smith - 10:47) (USS Spectre – Security Chief’s Office – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 10:49) (USS Spectre – Security Chief’s Office – TAC/SC Lieutenant Yelena Vasilyovna - 10:50) (USS Spectre – Security Chief’s Office – TAC/ASC Charles”Chuck” Donaldson - 10:51) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - Captain T'Vhor - 10:55) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - CMO Williams - 10:57) (USS Spectre – Jynea’s Quarters – TAC/ASC Charles”Chuck” Donaldson – 10:57) (USS Spectre - Jynea's Quarters - Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 11:00) (USS Spectre - Jynea's Quarters - TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 11:02) (USS Spectre – Docking Connector Three – TAC/ASC Charles”Chuck” Donaldson – 11:10) (USS Spectre – Docking Connector Three – Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung – 11:12) (USS Spectre – Docking Connector Three – Charles “Chuck” Donaldson – 11:16) (USS Spectre - Junior Officer's Quarters - Ensign Ardena Carrow - 11:30) (Starbase Geneva - Starfleet Intelligence - Captain T'Vhor - 11:30) (Starbase Geneva - Interrogation room five – CMO Williams - 11:50) (Starbase Geneva - Corridor - Captain T'Vhor - 11:52) (Starbase Geneva – Docking Ring – TAC/ASC Charles”Chuck” Donaldson – 11:54) (Starbase Geneva - Docking Ring - Jose Ramirez, Michelle to Twinpoints & Jynea Kreung - 11:56) (Starbase Geneva – Docking Ring – TAC/ASC Charles”Chuck” Donaldson – 11:58) (Starbase Geneva - SeaQuest Lounge - CMO - Williams - 11:58) (Starbase Geneva – Docking Ring – Lance Corporal Jose Ramirez – 12:00) (Starbase Geneva - SeaQuest Lounge - Captain T'Vhor - 12:00) (Romulus - Romulan Senate - Proconsul T'hara-Jotal - 12:00) (Starbase Geneva - SeaQuest Lounge - CMO Williams - 12:05) (Starbase Geneva, Promenade - LCPL Jose Ramirez - 12:07) (Starbase Geneva - Upper Promenade - Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung, Lieutenant Michelle to Twinpoints - 12:15) (Starbase Geneva - SeaQuest Lounge - CMO Williams - 12:15) (Starbase Geneva, Promenade - Lance Corporal Jose Ramirez - 12:17) (Starbase Geneva – Callahan’s Bar – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson – 12:26) (Starbase Geneva - SeaQuest Lounge - CMO Williams - 12:30) (Starbase Geneva - Deck 1, War Room - Captain T'Vhor - 12:30) (Starbase Geneva – Callahan’s Bar – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson – 12:33) (Starbase Geneva - Promenade - Nurse Douwsy - 12:35) (Starbase Geneva – Deck 27 - Outside of Callahan’s Bar – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson – 12:36) (USS Spectre - Security Centre - TAC/SC Lieutenant Yelena Vasilyovna – 12:40) (Starbase Geneva – Deck 27 – Charles “Chuck” Donaldson – 12:43) (USS Spectre - Deck 27 - LCP Rameriz, Counsellor to Twinpoints, Morale Officer Kreung - 12:45) (Starbase Geneva - Promenade - PO2 Suri Rapeet - 12:45) (Starbase Geneva – Temp Quarters – Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 13:00) (USS Spectre – Transporter Room – Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 13:10) (USS Spectre – Turbo Lift – Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 13:15) (USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - Captain T'Vhor - 13:16) (USS Spectre - Ready Room - Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 13:17) (USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - Captain T'Vhor - 13:18) (USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 13:19) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - CMO Williams - 13:20) (USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - TAC/ASC Goldsteen - 14:00) (Starbase Geneva – Airlock beta 5, section gamma 6 - CMO Williams - 14:02) (USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - Captain T'Vhor - 14:02) (USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - TAC/ASC Ensign Alex Goldsteen - 14:03) (USS Spectre - Alex Goldsteen's quarters - TAC/ASC Ensign Alex Goldsteen - 14:08) (Starbase Geneva - Deck 16 - Main Medical - CMO Williams - 14:12) (Starbase Geneva - Docking Connector Three - TAC/SC Yelena Vasilyovna - 14:15) (Starbase Geneva - Deck 16 - Main Medical - CMO Williams - 14:18) (USS Spectre - Engineering - Engineer Peter Hendrix - 15:04) (Starbase Geneva – Dry dock - CMO Williams - 15:36) (Starbase Geneva - Promenade - Agent Smith - 15:55) (USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - Agent Smith - 16:09) (USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - Captain T'Vhor - 16:11) (USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - Agent Smith - 16:14) (Starbase Geneva - Main Medical - CMO Williams - 17:03) (Starbase Geneva - medical dispensary - CMO Williams - 17:35) (USS Champlin - Sickbay - CMO Williams - 18:05) (USS Spectre - Captain's Quarters - Captain T'Vhor - 18:10) (USS Champlain - Sickbay - CMO Williams - 18:13) (USS Spectre - Counselling Department - Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 18:30) (USS Spectre - Personal Quarters - CMO Williams - 23:59) ========================================================================= Mission: ***Docked*** Day: 02 Stardate: 2407.04.06 (USS Spectre - Enlisted Mess - PO2 Suri Rapeet - 07:15) (USS Spectre - Junior Officer's Quarters - Ensign Ardena Carrow - 07:15) (Starbase Geneva – Holodeck 2 - Martial Arts Tournament – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson – 7:20) (Starbase Geneva – Holodeck 2 - Martial Arts Tournament – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson – 7:43) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Captain T'Vhor - 13:50) (USS Spectre - Transporter Room One - Captain T'Vhor - 14:01) ========================================================================= Mission: The Sword of Damocles Day: 61 Stardate: 2407.04.03 (USS Spectre - Sickbay - COUNS - Lt. (JG) David Taxia - 09:00) “You’re the Betazoid, you tell me," The Andorian scowled. Taxia grinned. "Good point. I was trying to be polite," the counselor offered. Just then, Dr. Williams walked up, "Good morning. How are you both this morning?" he said. "Just fine, Andrew," David said. "Have you met Ensign Kreung? She's the new morale officer, and apperantly the talk of the ship. Ensign Janeway in Shuttle Maintenance said she'd rather talk to her than me. Can't imagine why," the long haired Betazoid said, walking to a wall-mounted replicator to order himself a cup of coffee. (reply Williams, H'Chir) "So, what exactly what hoops does H'Chir have to jump through to prove that he doesn't want to run around the ship naked with a cat again?" Taxia quipped, sipping his coffee. (reply Williams, H'Chir, any) (Posted by Kevin Schram) (USS Spectre - Sickbay – CEO Ensign H’Chir – 09:01) “…I was trying to be polite.” H’Chir glared at the counsellor who had remained by the door. He wasn’t in the mood for games, especially those at his expense. “Good morning,” a cheery voice came from behind him, startling him all over again. “How are you both this morning?” ~I’d be fine if it weren’t for you doctors!~ Outwardly H’Chir just scowled as the Counsellor began talking to Doctor Williams about one of the ship’s new arrivals: “…Ensign Janeway in Shuttle Maintenance said she’d rather talk to her than me,” he finished. “Can’t imagine why.” “It’s a mystery,” H’Chir agreed, although his tone made it clear he thought otherwise. H’Chir was relieved to see the Counsellor’s smile take on a slightly fixed look. It was over in a moment but was worth it. His focus returned to the CMO and asked, “So, exactly what hoops does H’Chir have to jump through to prove that he doesn’t want to run around the ship naked with a cat again?” H’Chir had had several ‘chats’ with the ship’s Counsellor over the past months. When he’d returned from behind enemy lines he’d been in an extremely fragile state; the Romulan incident had certainly left its mark. Even though it was now acknowledged as a defense mechanism to prevent anyone detecting the alien presence in his mind – a danger that had now past – H’Chir still maintained a distrust of most telepaths. Curiously that distrust did not extend to the Vulcan, Korak, who had assisted his escape and returned him to the Spectre. Although publicly they were never seen in the same circles, there were rumours around the ship that the two had regular meetings in secret in H’Chir’s quarters. “I wasn’t naked,” he stated. A slight hesitation crept into his voice as a junior technician chose that moment to cross sickbay and get some water from the replicator. He was wearing the standard Sickbay smock and consequently was bare-bottomed. (Reply Williams, Taxia, any) (Posted by Michael Drake) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - CMO Williams - 09:03) "Have you met Ensign Kreung? She's the new morale officer, and apperantly the talk of the ship. Ensign Janeway in Shuttle Maintenance said she'd rather talk to her than me. Can't imagine why," Andrew watched as Taxia got a cup of coffee from the replicator. Andrew nodded but before he could say anything H'Chir spoke. "It's a mystery," Andrew grinned mentally at H'Chir's comments. He had found him a difficult patient especially when he was rude and obnoxious. He reminded himself he was here to treat H'Chir and until the time that he was discharged he'd give him some leeway but only to a point. "So, exactly what hoops does H'Chir have to jump through to prove that he doesn't want to run around the ship naked with a cat again?" "I wasn't naked," Andrew looked turned to see what H'Chir was looking at and saw one of the tecks getting a drink from the replicator. He frowned slightly and then looked back. "Would you mind getting on the biobed and I can run a few scans?" Andrew asked politly as he indiated to a biobed near H'Chir. He did not want to push H'Chir to hard. (reply H'Chir) (reply H'Chir, any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Sickbay – CEO Ensign H’Chir – 09:04) “Would you mind getting on the biobed and I can run a few scans?” H’Chir was gratified to see the Doctor keeping a cautious distance from him whilst simultaneously trying to usher him onto the biobed. ~I’ve still got some of the old scare.~ H’Chir loomed over both officers as he crossed to the biobed. He lay down, his feet hanging over the edge. (Reply Williams, Taxia, any) (Posted by Michael Drake) (USS Spectre - Security Chiefs Office - TAC/SC Lieutenant Yelena Vasilyovna - 10:00) The Lieutenant's mind had been drifting to her home on Earth again. Baikonur was such a place of beauty, the rolling hills, the untainted lake nearby & the family she held so dearly were never very far from her mind. She had a distinct memory now of when she had been a small girl & had fallen into that lake, her father Vasily had just managed to pull her out by way of a large branch that lay nearby on the sand verge. Yelena smiled at the memory, not because it was funny of course, she had nearly drowned after all, but because the sight of her Father running towards her with that huge branch had struck her as odd. It's leaves had completely obscured him as he ran towards her & it all reminded her of some odd, Arborial tree like being flailing it's leafy arms about in the air as it advanced to save her. At the time of course she had not been laughing, she had been scared out of her tiny wits! It was strange though how the most stressful of situations seemed comical when you looked back at them. Her wondering mind however was brought quickly back to the here & now as her combadge chirped suddenly into life. =/\=Yates to Vasilyovna=/\= ~Yates!~ She had been wondering about him, the last she had seen him, he had been running security checks on their quantum torpedo bay again, the last thing they needed now of course was another missing warhead & it was with some trepidation that she answered his call. "Vasilyovna, go ahead Ensign", she said. =/\=Sir, I've completed my investigation of the forward quantum torpedo bay, everything is as it should be.... nothing missing=/\= ~Well that's something at least~ "Good work Ensign, move on to the aft launcher & it's associated bay.... Engineering flagged up a red light on the flux cannon also, it's probably just a blip but you better check it out just in case", said Yelena. =/\=Aye sir, will do..... I don't suppose I can get a little help down here as well, this is hard work ya know?=/\= Vasilyovna shook her head & rolled her eyes, it was typical of Yates of course, Yates was just being Yates & if he could spread the workload or in some way lighten his own, he would do so if the means presented themselves, & if they didn't he'd find a way of making sure they did. "I'll have Ensign Donaldson come down, I think he could do with a change from bridge duty & it's not like we are in imminent danger of going to red alert anytime soon", said Vasilyovna. =/\=That'll be grand, I don't suppose you can have him bring down some of that loaf we ate at the party as well?=/\= Yelena shook her head again, Yates could try the patience of a saint but you couldn't help but like him, she'd give him ten out of ten for trying that's for sure but the loaf was long gone. "Don't push your luck Ensign", said Vasilyovna with a smile, "your lucky to get the help you asked for so shut it & be thankful or you'll be doing that bay yourself", she added. Vasilyovna could almost see the man's response in her mind, he would have been hanging his head now, like a child, albeit a very large child, looking as though he had been denied his sweets. There was a pause of course to accompany it, then he responded. =/\=Your so hard on me sir but OK, I'll take the help & be grateful.... Yates out=/\= Vasilyovna stood from her chair with a sigh, then she left her office to continue with her own duties. (Reply None) (Posted by Alan Reading) (USS Spectre - Deck Four – Ensign Gorlan Therul – 10:04) Gorlan had never quite understood what the phrase "seeing stars" meant. Nor did he now. If it referred to the spots dancing before his eyes, they looked more like…well, shooting black and white dashes. Maybe romanticized comets… "You want me to take a look at that?" said a voice. Gorlan looked up to see a concerned-looking woman standing over him. It took him a moment to register that she was talking about the gash on his head, not about the tool kit or something else he wasn’t aware of. He was having trouble making her out, though. It was almost like she was a faulty holo, what with him seeing two mostly-overlapping versions of her, neither in complete focus. "If you would. It’s very nice of you. I’m Gorlan," he added. "Ensign Gorlan Therul." It was always good to introduce yourself to people. Even people who seemed to be somehow in two places at once and rather hazy… (Reply Mackenzie, any) (Posted by Siobhan) (USS Spectre – Aft Torpedo Bay - TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 10:07) ~Light years away from a hotel and I’m elected the glorified bell boy. CONFOUND IT!~ Chuck thought. Ensign Yates had conveniently forgot to pick up the silver case containing the Tactical Tricorders they’d need to scan the Aft Torpedo Bay and Chuck was forced to carry it. Chuck could see Yates already standing in the rear portion of the Aft Torpedo Bay where the actual launcher and its replacement parts were stored. “Hey, you left the tricorder back there.” Said Chuck catching up to Yates. (reply Yates) “Whatever, where do you want to start?” asked Chuck (reply Yates) “Fine, I’ll start over there.” Said Chuck pointing behind him with his thumb. ~What’d I do to merit moving from Bridge duty to schlepping around the bays, Darnit!~ Chuck Thought. Yates must have felt the same way about the work . . . he seemed reluctant to start as well. Chuck opened the silver case and withdrew a Tactical Tricorder. He moved to the flux cannon some distance from where Yates was working. “Vasilyovna said something about the Flux Cannon, right?” Chuck said in a raised tone making sure Yates could hear him at that distance. (reply Yates) “I’m checking it out now.” Said Chuck. He scanned the surface briefly with his Tricorder. For a moment he thought the report had been an Engineering error. Suddenly the Tricorder seemed to go blank . . . then various functions of the Tricorder became active all at once. “Oh, hell . . .” muttered Chuck. The Tricorder continued to ‘overrun’ for a period of a few minutes and then flashed the letters “P O - C O - - S T - - Y” and went completely dead. Chuck pushed a few buttons but it was useless. The thing was a paperweight now. “Yates, it looks like the containment chamber for the Cannon’c capacitor has been breached . . . my Tricorder’s fried . . . we’ll be here awhile yet.” Chuck called over to the other Ensign. (reply Yates) (reply Yates, any) (posted by Anton Taylor) (USS Spectre - Dreamland - House pet, Mark the Bunny - 10:07) Mark sat upon the ruler's chair and surveyed the room. The two feet ran around at their usual pace, completely unable to relax and just enjoy the view. They seemed to run from one hole to another, checking, checking, checking. Never a scan, never a sniff, just run run run. The Mini-Lop yawned, showing off his teeth and settled his bum more comfortably in the chair the two feet had designed. He wasn't quite sure they had a chair they didn't seem to use other than the Doe or Buck who sat there seemed to be the ruler of all the other two feet. They didn't even let the pretty lights on the window move slowly. They had to rush them past as if stopping to appreciate the souls outside would interrupt their running in circles for no reason. They didn't seem to run for joy, or purpose, just ran and ran. A two foot brought him a flat thingy they liked to stare on, but this one had a salad scattered across it. Maybe this is why they humans sat in the ruler's chair. Now, if he could just get the silly two feet to slow down! To Mark's amusement the two foot suddenly sat down and started handing him the yummy fruits and vegetables. The ones scurrying around behind him, up and above, suddenly sat in on the floor to look out at the soul-lights. The soul-stars slowed down, so their lights and warmth could be appreciated. Their beauty watched before they passed by. Mark chewed idly on a piece of strawberry while he considered the two feet around him. One of them had ears in the right place, but they were awfully skinny with strange blobs on the top. At least he was more colorful than the majority of the two feet who were washed out and sun starved. Mark decided to save some of the snacks for later and gestured with his nose that the humananoid could groom him now. The two foot gave his nose long thorough strokes from nose to crown. Good two foot. He could very much get to like the ruler's chair! Suddenly a man in an angry shirt came out of no where and was yelling and making attack gestures! He had to hide! He had to run! The two feet were all upset too! (USS Spectre – Aft Torpedo Bay - Ensign Yates - 10:08) Yates stooped low towards one of the Quantum torpedo racks & then casually rubbed away a small blemish that he had spied upon the black, shiny casing of one of the torpedoes. ~There ya go, all ship shape & bristol fashion once again~ he thought to himself... The big security officer then moved towards the end of the rack & reached casually behind himself for the tricorder case, he had assumed he'd brought with him & placed upon the shelf. "Damn, I could have sworn I'd picked that up", said Yates cursing himself for forgetting the one piece of equipment that made this task just a little bit easier. "Hey, you left the tricorder back there." Said Donaldson as he suddenly appeared through the door carrying the requisite piece of equipment. "You don't say", said Yates, "so does that implant of yours boost your memory in some way?", he added, "like perhaps prevent you from EVER forgetting anything?", he added emphasizing the word ever. Yates of course was just being his usual sarcastic self, for all he knew Donaldsons Borg implant may have done precisely that. Donaldson didn't seem phased by it all anyway, he simply brushed the quip aside & then proceeded on. "Whatever, where do you want to start?", he said as he glanced casually about the torpedo storage area. At that precise moment, Yates had almost been tempted to resort to sarcasm again, by perhaps stating something like, 'hey, at the beginning might be a good choice', but he chose not to & chose instead to remain professional. After all, the guy was relatively new on board, so perhaps some slack cutting might be in order in regards the big mans particular brand of witty sarcasm. "I guess since we may be here sometime, we may as well be methodical & logical & work from either end & then meet in the middle", said Yates nodding his head as though in agreement with his own suggestion. "Logicals good, ask the Captain, he'd agree I'm sure", said Yates as he moved towards the first rack, respective tricorder now firmly ensconced in hand. "Fine, I’ll start over there.", said Chuck motioning behind himself with his thumb before heading off in his respective direction whilst Yates did the same, albeit in the opposite one to begin the chore that had been assigned to them. Ten minutes later & Yates had logged roughly one quarter of the first storage rack when Donaldson began calling out something from the far end of the bay. "Vasilyovna said something about the Flux Cannon, right?", shouted Donaldson from the other end of the extended space now existing between them both. Yates screwed up his face & then lifted his head to look down the line of racks, then he stood & spun about on his heel, his brow furrowing slightly now in confusion at Chucks question. "Flux cannon?", he asked enquiringly. "I’m checking it out now." Said Donaldson as he began scanning the periphery of what he surely must have assumed was the componentry of the flux cannon. Yates put down his own tricorder on the shelf nearby, then he began walking towards where Donaldson was working, curious now as to just what he might be scanning. "Oh, hell . . .", said Donaldson abruptly as his tricorder suddenly began to act erratically & display jibberish upon it's screen. "Yates, it looks like the containment chamber for the Cannon’s capacitor has been breached . . . my Tricorder’s fried . . . we’ll be here a while yet.", said Donaldson as Yates approached scratching his head now, his level of confusion now increasing exponentially. "That isn't the flux cannon", said Yates, "I think you need a quick lesson in Spectre schematics my friend, the Spectre is fitted with only one flux cannon & it's mounted fore, not aft", he added as he moved in to inspect the equipment the Ensign had just been inspecting. Donaldson had been correct about one thing though, the tricorder was indeed fried, that much was for sure & it had fried due to an overload from whatever it was that he had just been scanning. (Reply Donaldson) "I wouldn't worry about it too much, we're Security, not bloody Engineering", said Yates siding now with his compatriot as he reached up towards his combadge. "Yates to Engineering", said Yates quirking his head slightly towards Donaldson & then raising his eyebrows in a, 'oh well' sort of manner..... (Reply Any in Engineering) "I think we need someone up here to check... er... something out", said Yates, "It's overloaded Ensign Donaldson's tricorder & we aren't quite sure whether it's still ok or not", he added. "The 'something' that is, not the Tricorder", said Yates making yet another stupid joke in regards the whole situation. (Reply Engineering) "Understood, Yates out", said Yates as he took a seat upon one of the low racks nearby & then stretched out his limbs so as to ease the tension that had been building within them. "So I guess we get a break now", said Yates, "I mean, may as well wait until the sparks have verified everything as ok before we get started again", he added with a wry smile. (Reply Donaldson) Yates nodded in response, then he turned to look up at Ensign Donaldson. "I don't suppose you managed to grab some of that loaf from the party on your way down here did you", said Yates, "Vasilyovna did pass that on to you.....didn't she?", he added. (Reply Donaldson, Any in Engineering) (posted by Alan Reading) (USS Spectre - Main Engineering – ACEO Ensign Jacqueline Bristed – 10:10) Jacqueline watched with a combination of amusement and frustration as both she and H’Chir were showered with coolant. The sensation of the stuff soaking into her legs was unpleasant to say the least, but the whole thing was still rather funny, in an awkward oh-jeez-that’s-just-what-I-needed-to-happen-now type way. Finally she decided that the best way to deal with the situation would be to pretend nothing embarrassing had happened at all. "Um…I’ll get something to clean this up. Or, actually…no, this should be cleaned up first, and then—er, need some help?" she finished. As far as brushing the incident under the carpet went, she was doing a bang-up job of failing completely. ~Way to act casual about it. Now I look like an idiot in front of the guy in charge.~ (reply H’Chir) Jacqueline felt heat creeping up her face. How had she managed to botch this so badly? It was only supposed to be a way to make herself useful and perhaps make herself a bit more known to the chief engineer. It wasn’t supposed to be a showcase of her ability to make a mess of things with very little effort. "I’m not usually a screw-up, you know," she said. ~Actually, he wouldn’t know. We’ve been avoiding each other, I think.~ (Reply H’Chir, any) (Posted by Siobhan) (USS Spectre - Jynea's Quarters - House Pet, Mark the Bunny - 10:12) Mark awoke, heart pounding and shook himself off. That wasn't a fun happy dream! Well, the snacks were good, but that was it! He thumped his hind paw in warning at the dream spirits. He liked happy dreams, not cranky angry shirt two foot dreams! Mark sniffed around. There was plenty of hay and pellets, and bowls of water, but he was in the mood for something different. The big gateway didn't open when he came near. He sat up on his hind legs and even tried a two foot leap, but it didn't seem to want to listen to him today. With a flip of his head, Mark headed into the sleeping room. Well, to him they were all sleeping rooms, but the feed him two foot slept only in there. That was very odd in his opinion, one should have many napping spots where you can watch what was going on whenever you wanted. He snuffled around and re-chinned everything to make sure the feeding two foot knew she could stay here only because he let her. His rubbing knocked loose one of the secret tunnels. Mark looked around, the food two foot was nowhere to be found and it HAD to be snack time by now! It was up to him to find her! (Reply none) (Posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Main Engineering – CEO Ensign H’Chir – 10:12) The awkward moment lasted almost a minute and was broken only when the ACEO erupted into a stream of dialogue. "Um…I’ll get something to clean this up. Or, actually…no, this should be cleaned up first, and then—er, need some help?" she finished, an embarrassed smile on her lips. =/\=Yates to Engineering.=/\= ~Thank you!~ Forcing some measure of authority into his voice, H’Chir replied, “Yes, Ensign, what is it?” =/\=I think we need someone up here to check... er... something out. It's overloaded Ensign Donaldson's tricorder & we aren't quite sure whether it's still ok or not.=/\= There was a pause, and then, =/\=The 'something' that is, not the Tricorder.=/\= ~The ship’s *full* of idiots!~ Standing, H’Chir wiped the worse of the coolant onto the floor, although the stain lingered. “Thank you, Ensign, but leave the technical terminology to us. I’ll be there shortly. Engineering out.” NRPG: Sorry Siobhan, I fancy this one. Without bothering to refer to the coolant leak or the unfortunate state of their uniforms, he walked to the nearest ladder and began descending to the main engineering level. He heard her call after him, "I’m not usually a screw-up, you know." ~Neither am I.~ (Reply None) (Posted by Michael Drake) (USS Spectre - Marine Quarters - Corporal Houseman - 10:12) ~Looks like everyone is in for it today~ Houseman looked at the Sargent has he walked up and down the line of Marines as they stood to attention. He had been ranting on about something or other for the past ten minutes and Houseman had tuned him out. ~Must have gotten out of the wrong side of the bed this morning~ He glanced at the other corporal at the far end of the line which the Sargent was sleeping with. She had a face like thunder and was glaring at the Sargent as they walked past. ~Ow dear it looks like some one did not get there end away last night~ "Corporal Houseman." Barked a voice. He realised that the Sargent had stopped in front of him and was scowling at him. "Sargent?" "If you feel that your time is better somewhere else. Does it?" Houseman looked at the wall to the right of the Sargent. "Because if you do then I have a nice little place where you can go. Position One. What do you think about that then Corporal." Houseman gave a mental groan. ~Wonder Position One. Just what I need.~ This was not a time to argue with the Sargent so he nodded and said as little as possible. "Yes Sargent." "Good now dismissed." He watched the Sargent storm away and the corporal quickly followed. ~Someone is not having a good day~ He felt a tap on his shoulder. "Hay mate Position One, I'd rather be on Punishment Detail." Houseman grinned. "Well I'll tell the Old Man when I see him on the bridge, if you like." He turned and went to get his kit. (reply any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre – Aft Torpedo Bay – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 10:14) "That isn't the flux cannon", said Yates, "I think you need a quick lesson in Spectre schematics my friend, the Spectre is fitted with only one flux cannon & it's mounted fore, not aft", he added as he moved in to inspect the equipment the Ensign had just been inspecting. Donaldson had been correct about one thing though, the tricorder was indeed fried, that much was for sure & it had fried due to an overload from whatever it was that he had just been scanning. ~don’t tell me . . . two months and I still get turned around~ Chuck stood back from the “cannon” and made a more wide-angle inspection of the device. “Doh! You’re right . . . it’s not the flux cannon . . . but what the heck is it and what the heck is wrong with it?” asked Chuck trying desperately to recall other devices of similar design. "I wouldn't worry about it too much, we're Security, not bloody Engineering", said Yates siding now with his compatriot as he reached up towards his combadge. "Yates to Engineering", said Yates quirking his head slightly towards Donaldson & then raising his eyebrows in a, 'oh well' sort of manner..... (Reply Any in Engineering) "I think we need someone up here to check... er... something out", said Yates, "It's overloaded Ensign Donaldson's tricorder & we aren't quite sure whether it's still ok or not", he added. "The 'something' that is, not the Tricorder", said Yates making yet another stupid joke in regards the whole situation. (Reply Engineering) "Understood, Yates out", said Yates as he took a seat upon one of the low racks nearby & then stretched out his limbs so as to ease the tension that had been building within them. "So I guess we get a break now", said Yates, "I mean, may as well wait until the sparks have verified everything as ok before we get started again", he added with a wry smile. “If we can’t use the tricorder to check things out until this thing gets ‘fixed’ or whatever.” Chuck’s voice kind of trailed off as he spoke developing into a kind of low muttering as his mind wandered. ~What the heck is it?~ thought Chuck. Yates nodded in response, then he turned to look up at Chuck. "I don't suppose you managed to grab some of that loaf from the party on your way down here did you", said Yates, "Vasilyovna did pass that on to you.....didn't she?", he added. ~No, she didn’t . . . she conveniently left that part out~ thought Chuck sarcastically. “I don’t think there is any of it left . . .” Chuck muttered keeping his eyes on the mysterious device. ~Other than the piece I’ve been hoarding . . . what the heck is it?~ The question was starting to kick his head in . . . he just couldn’t recall what the device might be. Engineering probably had an answer but it didn’t matter – he wanted to solve the dilemma himself. “I don’t see how you can sit so idle when there’s a mystery unfolding here.” Said Chuck. (reply Yates) (Reply Yates, Any in Engineering) (posted by Anton Taylor) (USS Spectre – Aft Torpedo Bay – Security Officer Ensign Nathanial Yates - 10:16) After a few moments of silent contemplation, Yates reached into his pocket & pulled out a small black cube, it was entirely composed of a matt black material apart from one side which was shiny, like glass. For a brief moment he held it upon the palm of his hand & looked at it, then he smiled as it shook slightly & then doubled in size, the glass-like facet suddenly displaying a flashing a sequence of coloured lights as it did so. "I don’t see how you can sit so idle when there’s a mystery unfolding here.", said Donaldson, unaware at this precise moment of the strange object that Yates now seemed to be playing with. "Mystery?", said Yates looking about him in a quizzical manner, "I see no mystery here, the....whatever it is is broken, your tricorder is broken too & in a short time, someone from Engineering will come waltzing through that door to put it all right again", he added. "Until that time however, it's probably for the best that we don't do anything else until everythings fixed & we're told it's safe to continue", said Yates as the cube began repeating a multi-tone sequence in accompaniment to the flashing lights. (Reply Donaldson) "This?", said Yates, "it's just something I picked up on Risa on my last leave, apparently it talks to the pleasure centre in the brain whilst encouraging you to challenge the tone sequences & sounds", he added as he rolled it about in his palm before offering it to Donaldson for his perusal. "Here, have a play", said Yates, "the tone sequences change when the cube feels your aptitude is rising, it gets progressively more challenging but rewards you when you get it right" (Reply Donaldson) Yates quirked his head to one side & then settled back to watch the Ensigns expressions change from that of mild interest, to intrigue & then to the beginnings of pleasure as he gazed at the cube upon his palm going through it's individual light & tonal sequences. Within a minute or so, Donaldson seemed to be hooked on the nondescript device & was unexpectedly taken in by it's increasingly complicated patterns & sequences. It was actually the first time Yates had seen the man form something resembling a smile that did not involve gas. "Not as easy as it looks uh?", said Yates as his stomach began rumbling in response to it's emptiness. "Damn, I could really use something to eat right now", said Yates as he turned to face the still somewhat intrigued Ensign Donaldson. "So, the implant?", said Yates in an enquiring tone, "I've often wondered about you guys, just what is it doing to you at this precise moment?", he added, "I mean, couldn't you just do without it completely now, surely starfleet must have worked out someway of dealing with it by now?" (Reply Donaldson) (posted by Alan Reading) (USS Spectre – Aft Torpedo Bay – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 10:16) "I see no mystery here, the....whatever it is is broken, your tricorder is broken too & in a short time, someone from Engineering will come waltzing through that door to put it all right again", he added. "Until that time however, it's probably for the best that we don't do anything else until everything’s fixed & we're told it's safe to continue", said Yates as the cube began repeating a multi-tone sequence in accompaniment to the flashing lights. “Okay, I’ll bite, what’s that?” Chuck asked pointing at the strange cube device. "This?", said Yates, "it's just something I picked up on Risa on my last leave, apparently it talks to the pleasure centre in the brain whilst encouraging you to challenge the tone sequences & sounds", he added as he rolled it about in his palm before offering it to Donaldson for his perusal. "Here, have a play", said Yates, "the tone sequences change when the cube feels your aptitude is rising, it gets progressively more challenging but rewards you when you get it right" “Alright, MISTER Yates, always willing to tackle a puzzle.” Said Chuck intentionally drawling out ‘mister’. Yates quirked his head to one side & then settled down to wait. Chuck felt a kind of warmth in his palm emanate from the cube as it toned and flashed. He stood for a moment just mesmerized at the strange sensation. It was only a mild stimulant but a stimulant nonetheless. Chuck had never visited Risa but he knew second hand of its wonders. This device was no surprise. He began to follow the mediocre tones and flashes twisting the cube leisurely in his hands. Within a minute or so, Chuck was hooked on the cube. As with any puzzle he was consumed by it. The world seemed to him a passing fad as his eyes narrowed in concentration on the cube. The pace had picked up to a quickness that Chuck had expected but it was beginning to get faster. The pleasure stimulation was difficult to get used to . . . such direct stimulation was previously unfelt. ~People from Risa must be mostly brain-dead from over-stimulation.~ thought Chuck. "Not as easy as it looks uh?", came the voice of Yates in a kind of murmur as Chuck was preoccupied. "Damn, I could . . . blah, blah, blah” Chuck heard. ~Something about his stomach . . . this cube is addictive.~ thought Chuck. "So, the implant?", said Yates in an enquiring tone. Chuck came to a better state of awareness at the word ‘implant’. "I've often wondered about you guys, just what is it doing to you at this precise moment?", he added, "I mean, couldn't you just do without it completely now, surely starfleet must have worked out someway of dealing with it by now?" Chuck was more than a little offended at being classified as ‘you guys’ . . . but he let the bias pass. “My implant . . . isn’t doing much of anything . . . I could have it removed . . . but . . . it’s a reminder . . . of my past.” Chuck said pausing briefly between flips of the cube. (Reply Yates, any) (posted by Anton Taylor) (USS Spectre - Aft Torpedo Bay – CEO Ensign H’Chir – 10:18) Walking briskly into the torpedo bay, H’Chir immediately sought out Ensign Yates. “Ok, Ensign. Take me to your something.” (Reply Bristed, Yates, Donaldson, any) (Posted by Michael Drake) (USS Spectre – Aft Torpedo Bay – Security Officer Ensign Nathanial Yates - 10:19) ~Oh, a blue Engineer~ The Andorian had walked through the doors with all the finesse of a bull in the proverbial china shop, he had not 'waltzed' at all, as Yates had stated he might have done, he had arrived with a frown that quite clearly said, in no uncertain terms, 'What the hell have you two been up to now'.... "Ok, Ensign. Take me to your something", said the Andorian CEO. Yates looked to Donaldson who was still, just as before, on his feet & deep in concentration with the cube, then after tearing himself away from the strange toy, he headed off towards the broken 'something' with H'Chir in close pursuit. (Reply Donaldson, H'Chir, Any IYW) Yates sighed & then stood also, then he moved towards the broken equipment, keen now to see for himself just what his colleague had in fact been scanning in the first place to destroy his tricorder. (Reply Donaldson, H'Chir, Any) (Posted by Alan Reading) (USS Spectre – Aft Torpedo Bay – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 10:19) Chuck stood with his feet close together and the only motion was his hands and the occasional flicker of his eyes gazing at the mesmerizing cube. The lights and tones just seemed to get faster and faster as Chuck tried to ‘solve’ the puzzle. He was starting to get the feeling that the point wasn’t to solve it at all. It was a source of intrigue as well as frustration. The world seemed “Blue-er” somehow as the real world seemed to tear Chuck away from the absorbing little cube. Chuck glanced up briefly to see an Andorian in an Engineers uniform. ~hmmm, haven’t seen him before.~ thought Chuck. "Ok, Ensign. Take me to your something", said the Engineer addressing Yates as he was apparently closest. Without saying much Chuck walked over to Yates and handed him the cube. As much as Chuck didn’t like not being able to solve something he hated being trapped by the unsolvable. Without a real acknowledgement Chuck wandered back over to the annoying ‘something’. Whatever the nature of the broken device might be. The real (and solvable) puzzle was again at Chuck’s fingertips and he couldn’t help but grin from ear to ear like a hyena. (Reply H'Chir, Yates, any) (Posted by Anton Taylor) (USS Spectre - The Bridge - Technician Suri Rapeet - 10:22) Suri was humming under her breath, she didn't really realize until the officer at the science console finally asked her to stop so he could concentrate. Whoops. She finally got the sticky panel off and set it to one side. No wonder they were having problems, half the conduits were yanked out, several of the ribbons were gnawed through and it basically looked like sixteen tribbles had shed their fur. Suri got down on all fours from crouching and stuck her head in the guts of the primary science terminal. "OH!" she said as bright blue eyes stared back at her and she was quickly presented with a powder puff tail as the rabbit disappeared from the terminal where he'd apparently been building his nest and across the secondary science console and towards the engineering station. "Crap!" Suri said, rolling to her feet. "What now?" muttered the junior Lieutenant. "Found the cause of the problems, sir. Just going to take me a while to catch it." Suri scrambled towards the engineering station and started pulling off the main panel. "Catch it?" Disapproval radiated from the scientist. "Why not just beam it out?" "Around all these power fluctations and circruitry?" She gave the scientist a shocked look and saw a flash of fur as the rabbit came out of hiding and dashed down the bridge and under the chair of the Operations officer. "Damnit!" she cursed again and went scampering after the rabbit. With a flying leap she managed to grab the panicked animal by the hips and then squirm that into a grasp with one hand around his front and the second still on his hips. She wriggled forward on her stomach and grasped the squirming creature to her chest as she rolled to her knees and then up to her feet. She puffed her bangs out of her face, they having escaped her ponytail. The crew around her applauded the show they'd been given. Blushing brightly, Suri managed to mutter something about finding the rabbit's home and ducked past the red shirt coming onto the bridge. As the turbolift closed, she realized she'd left the bridge in a state of quite disrepair. Oh, well, she'd be back shortly.. hopefully no one bitched to the Powers That Be between now and then. (Reply anyone, any) (Posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - CMO Williams - 10:25) "I think you now know about as much about them as I do, Doctor. I can look up the relevant information and forward it to you if you like? I know they eat small insects and monocotyledonous fibres.. beyond that.." "They're yours to discover." Andrew looked at the beetles. "That's would be helpful about the information. Thank you. He then looked back at Carrow. "Thank you very much for coming down. I really appreciate it." (reply Carrow) He grinned. "Looks like i have the start of my very own zoo." (reply Carrow) (reply Carrow, any) (posted by Robbie (USS Spectre - Sickbay - Ensign (JG) Ardena Carrow - 10:27) "That's would be helpful about the information. Thank you." He then looked back at Carrow. "Thank you very much for coming down. I really appreciate it." Ardena smiled, "Its my pleasure Doctor, I'm happy I could help somewhat. I'll be sure to get you the rest ASAP." He grinned. "Looks like i have the start of my very own zoo." Ardena chuckled, "When they start taking over sickbay, let me know, I'll start stocking up on first aid kits." (Reply Williams) Ardena's comm badge chimed, "And that's the reminder I have an RNA string to examine. I'll leave you to your research and work." (Reply Williams) (Reply Williams, any) (posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - CMO Williams - 10:30) "When they start taking over sickbay, let me know, I'll start stocking up on first aid kits." Andrew grinned. "Yeah and my Sister in charge will never let me live it down." "And that's the reminder I have an RNA string to examine. I'll leave you to your research and work." Andrew nodded. "Please don't let me hold you up and thank you again for coming down to see me." (reply Carrow IYW) Andrew smiled and picked up a PADD. ~I wonder what creatures I could use for treating my patients~ (reply Carrow IYW, any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Turbolift One - Technician Suri Rapeet - 10:30) "Rapeet to Bristed" Suri called on her comm badge as soon as the doors to the turbolift closed. (Reply Bristed) "I've found a small break in the works. Looks like someone's pet rabbit escaped and got into the gears, so to speak. I'm going to drop him.. her.. off with science until his or her owner can be found. I've left the bridge in a bit of a mess, but will get back to it ASAP." (Reply Bristed) "Yeah yeah, er, I mean, Yes Ma'am." Suri told her, ignoring the needling about the trip *back* to the science department. "If anyone asks about the mess, just say it'll be taken care of before beta shift, I *promise*." (reply Bristed, iyw) (reply any) (Posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - Ensign (JG) Ardena Carrow - 10:32) "Please don't let me hold you up and thank you again for coming down to see me." Ardena started towards the door and turned back, "If you need any supplies or help, just stick your head in the science department or labs. We'll do our best to help corrupt you to the darkside of science." She winked and headed back out into the corridors with a farewell wave. Ardena was still amused as she entered the turbolift. She watched the doors close and leaned back against the wall, head tilted back to stare up at the ceiling. She should really socialize with the crew more often, but she just tended to get so lost in her work, and miss appointments, or get to ten forward after socializing hour, or skipped out on club meetings. She'd heard that the new morale officer was hosting a fancy dress party in holodeck 2 for some Alpha Centari holiday. Dress up like it was the 1860s of America, dance under fake moonlight and drink synthehol punch. It sounded pretty silly to Ardena, but she supposed she should try to mingle anyway. The counsellor had supposedly had several successes with gatherings, success enough that even the reclusive scientist had heard about it. She stepped out of the turbolift as chattering crew entered, and laughed at herself, she wouldn't replicate herself a dress just yet - chances are, she would get distracted by something shiny long before the dance was scheduled. She had a genetic mutation on the Selarian puff fish to backtrace and she doubted she'd resurface before dinner. (Reply any, none) (Posted by : Lorna) (USS Spectre - Science - Ensign (JG) Ardena Carrow - 11:00) Her terminal bleeped that an incoming message had been pulled off the spool. Ardena stretched and spun her chair around to look at the terminal that was behind her, on the other arm of the U shaped desk. * * * Sean Young Montego Research Base Jamaica, Terra. Ardena! Glad to see your message came through last night, we've been battling it out with the jellies again. Bloody things got into the dophinic environmentals AGAIN. Leesy was in a tizzy and refused to scout for current changes this morning.. fortunately the computer scans do an almost as good a job even if we mere foot-fins have to translate them. Hope is all at your end of the galaxy and getting wetter. If you have any new ideas on jelly dissuasion, would love to hear it. The electric isn't working on them anymore. * * * Ardena smiled at the message. She double checked her data on the other terminal was saved before whipping out a reply. * * * Ardena Carrow USS Spectre Somewhere, Out there. Have you tried the conflicting harmonics yet? I know it would probably set the dolphinic ears on edge till they get used to it, but the unknown waves in the water may dissuade the little monsters. If that doesn't work - try snagging a Bolian tourist group, I hear they can clean up anything. * * * "Computer send to return address." Ardena ordered and watched it disappear from the screen. She kind of missed earth and it's oceanic adventures, but there were plenty of adventurers out here.. and when they ran into a new aquatic race, they'd need her. (Reply any, none) (Posted by : Lorna) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - CMO Williams - 11:26) "Hey Doc, when'd you get the stow aways?" Andrew looked at what Kreung was looking at. It was the Sand Beetles that were on the tray. "They were given to me by a patient. They are called Sand Beetles. From what Dr Carrow says that they build castes with the sand and that the Academy has one that is 27 meter high, five meter." (reply Kreung) "I was told that they have a hive mind but Dr Carrow tells me that its about as developed as a colony of earth honey bees." (reply Kreung) "I'm thinking about acquiring a Osmotic eel along with other animals. Did you know that it is good at leaning and healing wounds." He heard Douwsy utter a soft sigh and saw her role her eyes. He ignored it and looked back at Kreing. "How are you feeling now?" (reply Kreing) (reply Kreing, any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 11:28) "They were given to me by a patient. They are called Sand Beetles. From what Dr Carrow says that they build castes with the sand and that the Academy has one that is 27 meter high, five meter." "Wow. That's pretty impressive for bugs." Jynea tried to sound as enthusiastic as the doctor about the insects, fortunately he didn't seem to notice her lack of eagerness on the subject. "I was told that they have a hive mind but Dr Carrow tells me that its about as developed as a colony of earth honey bees." Williams continued. "Which means they shouldn't be taking over the ship any time soon," Jynea teased, "Any other recent acquirements?" "I'm thinking about acquiring an Osmotic eel along with other animals. Did you know that it is good at cleaning and healing wounds." He heard Douwsy utter a soft sigh and saw her role her eyes. He ignored it and looked back at Kreing. "How are you feeling now?" Jynea smiled, "Much better, thanks Doc!" She hopped off the biobed to get a closer look at the sand beetles. "I dunno though, it sounds like I've been replaced as your favourite Ensign blue shirt." She teased further. (reply Williams) (reply Williams, any) (posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - CMO Williams - 11:30) Andrew watched as Kreung hopped off the bio bed and looked at the beetles. "I dunno though, it sounds like I've been replaced as your favourite Ensign blue shirt." Andrew realised that the tattered uniform that Kreung was wearing was not holding together as much as it should have. "I don't think that is going to be a problem." ~Ow hell did I just say that~ He realised what he had said and glanced at Douwsy who was giving him a hard stare. ~Ow C**P I'm in for it now~ (reply Douwsy) Andrew blushed but quickly regained control. (reply Kreung, Douwsy, any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - Nurse Douwsy - 11:31) Douwsy sighed to herself and rolled her eyes. ~Not again. All he's talked about since those Beetles have arrived is what else he can get. If he wants to get animals then train as a Zoologist~ She watched as Kreung got off the bio bed to look at the beetles. ~Maybe not the most brilliant idea love. Your an Orion wearing that and Andrew is not old enough to control his thoughts~ "I don't think that is going to be a problem." She grinned to herself as she heard his reply. ~Told you so~ She glared at Williams until he looked away.. ~Ow yes my young man. You are so for it~ "Um Ensign Kreung would you mind coming with me. Your uniform is so threadbare that it looks like it might fall off you at any moment." She walked towards Kreung. "And anyway some of us are not used to our ways." (reply Kreung) She knew that Andrew was blushing at what she had just said. ~I am going to tease you for a very long time. This will be great~ She ushered Kreung into a cubical as she grinned to herself. (reply Kreung, any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - Ensign Jynea Kreung - 11:32) "I don't think that is going to be a problem." Jynea looked over her shoulder at the odd expression the doctor had on his face. Maybe he was hurt by her teasing, thinking an accusation of false friendship? Before she could work out how to offer a comfort, the chief nurse spoke up. "Um Ensign Kreung would you mind coming with me. Your uniform has so thread bare that it looks like it might fall off you at any moment." Jynea looked down, oh dear, the tatters were tattering, she could certainly see what Nurse Douwsy was talking about! She walked towards Kreung. "And any way some of use are not use to our ways." "Hurh?" Jynea said, completely lost. "I'm not sure I have any ways.." She ushered Kreung into a cubical as she grinned to her self. Jynea took the robe Perses was offering her and let the Nurse know her size for a new uniform. Before she could ask her fellow Orion for enlightenment, she was gone again. She let out a puff of frustration, she was missing something blatantly obvious. She reviewed the scene in her mind, considered body language and came to the obvious conclusion. Oh! Poor Doctor, she must have embarrassed him by excess skin. Oops. Now, how to apologize without embarrassing him all over? Maybe she should just pretend it never happened. She was still considering strategies when Nurse Douwsy reappeared, uniform in hand. "Thank you," Jynea said with a genuine smile. "I was mostly raised amongst humans, I don't really know "our" ways. My mom was mostly happy to let me amalgamate of the various sapients around us. But.. yeah, body shyness/awareness.. not my strong point." (Reply Douwsy, any) (Posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - Nurse Douwsy - 11:35) She handed Kreung over her uniform. "Thank you," She nodded. "I was mostly raised amongst humans, I don't really know "our" ways. My mom was mostly happy to let me amalgamate of the various sapients around us. But.. yeah, body shyness/awareness.. not my strong point." Douwsy smiled at her and shrugged. “Don’t worry about it Ensign. Andrew is one of those humans who are very easy to embarrass or tease as you know.” ~And I wont let him forget it~ (reply Kreung) Douwsy grinned at her. “He’ll be fine. Apologise or not its up to you. You’ve not effected your friendship, he values that a lot.” She put the robe into a recycle bin for disposal of later and gave a sly grin. “Trust me, it could have been a lot worse.” (reply Kreung) (Reply Kreung, any) (Posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - Morale Officer Ensign (JG)Jynea Kreung - 11:35) "Don't worry about it Ensign. Andrew is on of those human who are very easy to embarrass or tease as you know." The nurse seemed almost smug about it. "Do you think its really nice to pick on someone's weaknesses?" she asked idly. Douwsy grinned at her. "He'll be fine. Apologise or not its up to you. You've not effected your friendship, he values that a lot." She put the robe into a recycle bin for disposal of later and gave a sly grin. "Trust me, it could have been a lot worse." Jynea suppressed a sigh. Yes, she supposed it could be. She felt a little sorry for the doctor, but she supposed the teasing was meant in good heart, and if he really didn't like it, it was his job to tell the nurse. He WAS her superior officer after all. Jynea stepped out of the cubicle and caught Doctor Williams' attention, "Thank you for the first aid Doc, I'll let you get back to less demanding patients." she told him with a gesture at the sand table. (reply Williams) (Reply Williams, any) (Posted by: Lorna) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - CMO Williams - 11:40) Andrew watched as Kreung left the cubicle followed by Douwsy. By this time he had got control of him self and was finishing Kerungs notes. "Thank you for the first aid Doc, I'll let you get back to less demanding patients." Andrew followed her gesture to the beetles. He smiled. "We'll see. There is still lot of time in the day." (reply Kreung) He put his signature on the notes and then placed them on a near by table. "If you feel up to it then you can leave when every your ready. I'm sure you have many things to do." (Reply Kreung) (Reply Kreung, any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - Morale Officer Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 11:42) "We'll see. There is still lot of time in the day." Jynea chuckled, "True, the marines could decide everything has been much too quiet and lead a raid on the Captain's pantry and start off a minor skirmish with security over the fresh cookie batch." She then smiled at the doctor, "But somehow, I think our good green blooded brethren would quote the odds of it happening as 'extremely unlikely.'" He put his signature on the notes and then placed them on a near by table. "If you feel up to it then you can leave when every your ready. I'm sure you have many things to do." "A nap to take, actually, if I want to be all gearing to go for Beta shift." Jynea looked up through her eyelashes mischievously, "I'm sure you've heard of naps, its when you get horizontal and close your eyes to recharge." (Reply Williams) Jynea smiled happily, "I'll get out of your hair Doc." She gave a curtsy, which looked a bit odd since she was in a jumpsuit. "Thank you oh knight of shining scalpel for your assistance this morn!" (Reply Williams) (Reply Williams, any) (posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Turbolift One - Technician Suri Rapeet - 11:45) Suri came back in to find grumbling bridge officers stepping over the mess she, and a certain rabbit, had left behind. She muttered apologies as she grabbed her toolkit from where the science officer had shoved it. She was just finished fixing the science panel when the operations officer crouched down beside her. "Nice catch, Technician." He said, holding out a cup of coffee. "Captain's due on deck in five, can I help you clear up the engineering console before he arrives?" Crap, that's just what she didn't need. She kind of liked the Spectre and was quite happy to stay here for as long as they'd have her.. but the Captain would tell the Chief of the Boat to transfer in a heartbeat if he saw the mess she'd made today! "That would be very much appreciated Ensign, thank you." She took the proffered hand and let him pull her to her feet. "And an officer and a gentleman, your mother must be proud." She teased as he managed to snag the toolkit before her. "In a pig's eye, my mother wanted me to take over the ranch and my younger brother to become a doctor." He said with a grin, gesturing for her to go ahead of him. "So, you became a master manipulator of computers and energy and your brother..?" Suri asked, picking up the discarded cover and locating the loose latched. He laughed, "A chef. Mother said she'd have disowned us both if my brother hadn't managed to marry a woman who loves the ranch as much as Mom does." Suri started pulling fur out from the guts and plugging chipsets back in where they belonged. Thankfully this stuff was all labelled, she didn't have to know HOW it worked, just what went where. "I told my parents that I'm never living in a tent, currying a camel, or eating another fig as long as I live.. and haven't gone back. They meet me in Cairo when they want to see me." "A camel?" he spluttered, "Do I WANNA know?" "Oh, y'know the Arabic animal reserves? My dad is one of the administrators, my Mum's a palaeontologist .. don't ask .. anyway, they believe in living as authentically as our ancestors.. which I think is screwy since if they were doing THAT, Mum would be covered head to toe in veils and she wouldn't be allowed out of the woman's section without a familial escort." Suri took a patch kit to fix a chewed through connection lead. "It takes all types, I suppose." "So you grew up with camels and sand storms, I grew up with cattle and dust storms, lucky us." The Ensign viewed her nimble fingers at work, "That bunny sure did a number in there. Ensign Kreung should get him licensed as a ship destroying weapon." Suri let out a bark of laughter that startled the crew around them, "Yeah, lets not encourage her. She's mischievous enough from what I hear. Though, if I catch that rabbit up here again I'm putting him on a leash, tying him to the Captain's chair and claiming it's a transfer officer getting experience at Kreung's order." Snort of amusement. "That's just cruel, Technician Rapeet." "Yeah, well, her rabbit chewed up my ship." She pushed herself out of the cubby and secured the hatch. They both looked at the chronometer on the auxiliary station. "Yipes, one minute over. Good thing the Captain is running late." "Good thing," her helper echoed before striding back to his own station, just as the Captain strode onto the bridge. Suri grabbed the toolkit and got off the bridge before the lift doors closed. Looking down she realized she was still covered in rabbit fur. Oh well, she doubted the Captain had even noticed her presence. Though she could see why the male liking members of the crew rated the Captain as 'hubba hubba.' That was the closest she'd seen him, and he probably even smelled good.. for a man. Now.. How to 'run into' Ensign Carrow again.. The scientist sure did blush the most interesting shade of green.. (reply any) (Posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - CMO Williams - 11:45) "I'm sure you've heard of naps, its when you get horizontal and close your eyes to recharge." Andrew rolled his eyes and said sarcastically. "Really that is an amazing idea. Well now. It seams that you learn something new every day." He shook his head and smiled. "I'll get out of your hair Doc." Andrew watched as she curtsied at him. "Thank you oh knight of shining scalpel for your assistance this morn!" He grinned and then bowed back at her. "It was my pleasure my fair maiden to assist you in your hour of need." He saw out of the corner of his eye that Douwsy was holding onto a near by bulkhead. She was trying very heard not to laugh. He bowed again. "If my fair maiden should need of my assistance again? she has but call and I will hurry to her side." (reply Kreung) (reply Kreung, any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - Morale Officer Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 11:47) "If my fair maiden should need of my assistance again? She has but call and I will hurry to her side." "There is one thing you could do for me Doc," she said, trying to make dark eyes wide and innocent, as she crept forward to whisper softly, resting one hand gently on the chief medical officer's chest. Hopefully she wasn't about to be brought up on charges of sexual harassment. "Get a good night's sleep - it will do wonders for sickbay morale." With a wink she whirled and disappeared out the sickbay doors as a blue shirt was coming in. She managed to get out before the stunned doctor could reply. Feeling particularly mischievous she didn't quite skip her way to the turbo lift. She was feeling MUCH better than she had this morning.. she wouldn't put it past Doc Williams to have balanced her electrolytes and things when he was fixing up cuts and scraps. =/\= Ensign Carrow to Ensign Kreung =/\= Jynea was so startled she almost walked into the back of the turbo lift. "Uhm, Jynea here Ensign Carrow." She wasn't very sure who Ensign Carrow *was*. She was much more familiar with the enlisted than the officers. She frowned to herself, she should probably fix that. While as a morale officer her focus was supposed to be on the enlisted, she wasn't supposed to exclude or ignore the officers! =/\= Ensign, your rabbit has been turned into the science department as an escapee, if you would like to come pick him up..? =/\= "What?! No! I locked the door, its sealed against his chip, it's.." Jynea spluttered. She could hear the scientist chuckle dryly, =/\= I'm afraid your furry felon is an excellent escape artist. =/\= Jynea sighed, "I'm on my way down Ensign, thank you." =/\= See you in a bit then. =/\= Jynea's commbadge chirped to say the scientist had signed off. "Computer, Deck .. uhm. Location of Ensign Carrow?" [Ensign Carrow is on Deck Four in the research laboratories.] the computer cheerfully informed her. "Thank you, Computer, Deck four." Jynea said. The turbo lift whirred to life and brought her down a deck. (Reply None) (Posted by Lorna Appleby) (USS Spectre - Science Department - Morale Officer Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 11:50) Her first impression of Ensign Ardena Carrow was 'tall.' The Vulcan-Human hybrid was over half a foot taller than her, and thicker of frame. She had kind eyes, even if they were dancing with merriment at Jynea trying to apologize for the troubles her rabbit had been causing. "Oh, I think you owe the apology to technician Rapeet, she's the one who found him in the bridge guts." Ardena said, amused. ~Though, I don't know if I should thank you or strangle you for the second run in with Suri..~ "Oh, yes, definitely." Jynea said, taking Mark from Ardena's hands. Mark snuffled, unimpressed. He didn't like all this being carried about stuff, he wanted to run! "No running!" she told him sternly. "Not until I figure out how you got out this time!" "If I may hazard a guess..?" Ardena said, giving Mark a scritch between the ears to which he honked happily to. "I would think you had a loose panel and he just meandered through the innards of the ship until Technician Rapeet caught him. Since last I heard, rabbit teeth can't chew through bulkheads." Jynea looked pained and embarrassed, Ardena jerked back at the sudden influx of emotions, "I wouldn't put it past him," Jynea muttered, "And sorry, I forgot to warn you about my 'aura'.." "Aura?" Ardena asked and put her hand closer to Jynea's head. "Hmm. Short-range projective empathy, would be my guess. Fairly week, so I suspect only the already gifted can pick it up." Jynea stared at her, mouth open. "Didn't you get tested in the academy?" Ardena asked. "I.. thought so.." Jynea shook her head, "Possibly not strong enough to be picked up on standard brain scans?" "Possibly." Ardena shrugged, "I have very little control over my own gifts, but maybe Lieutenant Taxia," Ardena thought that was the name of the Chief Counsellor, she'd never talked to him, "Could help you. Betazoids are good at that sort of thing." Jynea shrugged, "Its not much bothered me before, doesn't much bother me now, no matter what you call it. Though I suppose I should get it investigated well enough to update my Starfleet file." Ardena smiled, "No gift is ever a waste, Counsellor." "Please, Jynea." Jynea said earnestly. "Counsellor makes me look around for someone else." Ardena smiled, "I know what you mean. Every time I get called 'doctor' I want to look for the guy with the scalpel." She sighed, "But I hope you don't think I'm rude but.." "But you have a busy schedule, and I have a rabbit to corral." Jynea walked back towards the door. "Thank you for the assistance, Ensign Carrow. If you see Technician Rapeet before I do, please thank her for me too." "Er, right." Ardena managed at the thought of seeing Suri yet again. Jynea looked at bit puzzled, felt more so. There was definitely something going on with Ensign Carrow about Technician Rapeet.. she wondered if she should investigate.. but the scientist was suddenly smiling brightly and wishing her a good day. Jynea took the hint and headed out. She's just put her ear to the wall and keep a listen out for goings on. Nothing was kept secret for long on a Starship! (reply, any) (posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - Captain T'Vhor - 11:50) Did Vulcan's ever get tired? Some had often wondered this & most had arrived at the same conclusion & been left perplexed & with no definite conclusion. If one could have seen Captain T'Vhor upon entering his ready room this morning however, a worthwhile step towards a conclusion may just have been made. The sigh had been audible, the relief tangible as he took his seat at the table & then swung about the console upon it. The Spectre & her crew had been doing it's & their duty, nothing more, nothing less & the mission had culminated in success at long last. It had been a long haul though & one which had placed every single member of the crew in imminent danger every single moment that Nell had been onboard. Their President though had now been safely delivered into the hands of the 52nd fleet commander, albeit with a few close calls & hiccups along the way, their duty was completed & yet despite this, it had all really just begun. The meeting with LoDona had not only satisfied the handover itself, it had also revealed important facts to the Spectre's CO, regarding their next movements within this carefully choreographed dance of war in which they were immersed. Hopefully an end might be in sight, or oblivion. Whatever would transpire though, it would be an end of something.... There had been hints that the fleet would soon converge for a final onslaught into sector Zero One & it didn't take a high intellect to know, that this would either make or break their future. It would also undoubtably involve loss on a large scale, as the 52nd fleet war machine stepped up a gear & engaged the enemy on a possible scale not seen before during the four years that the war had raged on. How would the crew respond to all of this, what would they say given all of the facts, if indeed they proved to be the case? It was inevitable of course that all of them knew that the day would come when their mettle would be tested to the extreme, the Captain knew deep down of course that all of them would do what was expected of them, it was for the good of both themselves & for the Federation & god willing, it would open the doors to a bright & prosperous future for everyone. With all of this still fresh in his mind, the Captain activated his personal console & then began a log entry. "Captains Log, Stardate 2407.04.03..... 11:51hrs." "As of 09:10 hundred hours this morning, President Rondar Nell, the core intent of our current mission, was safely transferred to the USS Steel Talons along with his supporting staff & his Aide Unaru Castigan. Admiral LoDona gave official welcome & then outlined the Presidents imminent return to Federation Space, once sector Zero One had again been secured." "As a direct result of damage sustained during our mission & specifically the battle with the Zulu Alpha attack ships, I have now been ordered by 52nd fleet command to proceed via the subspace river to Starbase Geneva for further orders, & essential repairs to our spaceframe & SIF/Inertial dampeners. Estimated time of repair is approximately four days during which time, the crew will be on short term leave & will be free to enjoy the facilities of Geneva for the duration" "Our next mission is not surprisingly, once again swamped in secrecy. Admiral LoDona was not entirely forthcoming with it's full details due to security issues but suffice to say, I have been informed that a number of vessels from Admiral Doenitz ranks have now declared intent to defect. The Spectre, it seems will be sent as an emissary to investigate & offer assistance as necessary, pending full evaluation of the situation." "On another note, our CEO Ensign H'Chir has now been officially declared fit for duty & has re-occupied his posting in Engineering, on the strict grounds that he reports to Doctor Williams & Counsellor Taxia, for regular physical & psychiatric evaluation...." "....I have no concerns so far that the decision to re-instate him are in any way incorrect" "....End of log" The Captain then settled back into his seat, taking a few moments as he did so to close his eyes in contemplation of things to come. (Reply None) (Posted by Alan Reading) (USS Spectre - Jynea's Quarters - Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 11:57) Mark was squirming by the time Jynea got him back to her quarters. ~Let me down! Let me down!~ Jynea sighed and let him go, and the rabbit made a beeline for his litterbox and happily began munching on hay while taking care of important toilet matters. "That'll teach you to escape and not bring a bathroom with you." Jynea told him before she left the room to go find his latest route of escape. ~Food now here, two foot can be ignored~ It wasn't hard to find the route of escape. Jynea found the worn magnetic latch where Mark's rubbing had pushed off the hatch. She was tempted to just get it welded closed, but Mark would just find another one to open and besides, knowing her luck she'd need something behind it fixed 3 minutes after it was permanently closed. "Computer, is it possible to strengthen the magnetic catches on the access hatches?" Jynea asked, somewhat musing out loud. [Magnetic locks can be increased in strength up to two hundred and fifty percent from their current setting.] That number surprised Jynea. It made her think the previous occupant had them turned down quite low for some reason. Stars and Fates knew she wasn't very strong and she hadn't had much trouble with them. Was a rabbit her equal in strength? That was a vaguely depressing thought. "Computer, please increase the magnetic lock strength one hundred percent." That should keep Mark out of trouble and not have the engineers wanting to kill her. Well, unless *somebun* chewed through a water hose again. Jynea came out to find Mark doing his dead bunny impression (*). Flat out on his side, eyes staring at nothing, sides barely moving with breath. ~One end full, one end empty, happy dream time~ "It’s a rough, rough life you lead." Jynea told him, wandering into the bathroom to have a quick wash and prepare for her afternoon sleep. She felt like her head had just hit the pillow when the Captain made his announcement. =/\= All hands, this is the Captain. we have now completed the final phase of our mission & are preparing to leave orbit of D-329. We are, as you are all no doubt aware in occupied territory, which means that our planned docking with Starbase 968 is no longer possible & that we must now make a run for the subspace river, our destination then being the Geneva station =/\= Jynea rolled over to look up at the ceiling. Occupied by who? She should REALLY catch up on the politics of the universe outside the ship. She was so oblivious they could be in the middle of a war and she wouldn't know it! She yawned, wondering where Spacestation Geneva was and how far they'd be in space this time. She hadn't planned much ahead in the way of crew activities since she'd expected R&R. She'd have to track down one of the Captain's aides and see if they knew. But first, a nap, or she'd be no use to anyone! (reply, any) (posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Captain T'Vhor & TAC/SC Lieutenant Yelena Vasilyovna - 12:02) Returning to the bridge, the Captain wasted no time at all in taking the centre chair once again, the First Officer moving aside now to take his own chair immediately to the right as he arrived. "Report Mr Rogers", said the Captain. (Reply Rogers) The Captain then turned his attention to the helm. "Lieutenant Rodriguez, prepare to break orbit & plot a course for the subspace river", said the Captain turning then to Lieutenant Vasilyovna who had by this time taken up a position at the bridge Tactical console once again. "Is the cloak ready for engagement Lieutenant?", he asked. "Yes sir, Engineering reports that the phased cloak is online & ready to be deployed", said Vasilyovna as she instinctively surveyed the immediate area for anything that might be showing indications already, of discovering their hidden position. "There are two Akira class vessels on station thirty thousand Kilometres from the rivers point of origin sir, both are following a standard patrol pattern & are showing no signs that they have detected us, or the Steel Talons", said Yelena. "Thank you Lieutenant", said the Captain as he opened a channel to the entire crew in order to brief them on what would happen next. "All hands, this is the Captain. we have now completed the final phase of our mission & are preparing to leave orbit of D-329", said the Captain, "we are, as you are all no doubt aware in occupied territory, which means that our planned docking with Starbase 968 is no longer possible & that we must now make a run for the subspace river, our destination then being the Geneva station", he added. "The Spectre will be under cloak until we reach the river, all crew should be prepared for possible enemy contact.... Captain out". Captain T'Vhor then settled back into the command chair & addressed the helm once again. "Break orbit Mr Rodriguez, heading as arranged, full impulse", said the Captain, "Lieutenant Vasilyovna, bring the cloak online" The Chief nodded accordingly & then carried out the Captain's order. "Cloak is online sir, the Akira's are continuing to hold a standard patrol pattern", said Vasilyovna. The Spectre then initiated a high orbit burn via it's maneuvering thrusters before swinging about through one hundred & eighty degrees, & then heading out in the direction of the two Akira's. "Lieutenant Vasilyovna, plot a firing solution on the two Akira class vessels & ready the aft quantum torpedo launchers", said the Captain. "Aye sir", said Vasilyovna, "I have a solution programmed in, aft quantum torpedo launchers are online & ready", said Yelena, her hands running deftly across her board as she carried out the CO's orders. "ETA to the river?", asked the Captain turning his head slightly to one side now, but refraining from taking his eyes from the viewscreen. "Five minutes & fifty four seconds at full impulse sir", came the reply from the helmsman. "Very good Lieutenant, maintain present speed & heading until further notice", said the Captain, "if the Akira's so much as deviate from their normal patrol I want to know about it Lieutenant", said the Captain addressing Vasilyovna on the tactical console, whilst the bridge crew continued on in their relevant duties. "I'm on it sir", said Vasilyovna. (Reply Rogers, Any) (Posted by Alan Reading) NRPG: More to come.... (USS Spectre - Bridge - Captain T'Vhor & TAC/SC Lieutenant Yelena Vasilyovna - 12:15) "Contact in twenty five seconds sir", said the Security chief, her head turning now towards the Captain with a certain degree of urgency etched clearly upon her face. If the truth were to be known, the pinpoint accuracy of the Vulcan hybrids methods had often left her on edge, she knew that everything though would have been worked out to the second, it was always the same with Vulcan blood, it was his way & again, if the truth were to be known, it had kept them all safe up until now so she assumed that there had to be something in it. "Prepare to lower the cloak Lieutenant", said Captain T'Vhor as the Spectre closed in on it's optimal position for entry into the river. "Helm, hold your course & heading, course change to one eighty mark two zero on my mark" The helm officer complied of course & prepared to execute the planned course change. The two Akira class vessels had remained as they had been from the very start, executing a standard patrol pattern in the vicinity of the rivers entrance coordinates & giving no indication yet, that they had the Spectre showing on their sensors. It went without saying of course that Doenitz's loyal forces knew full well, the strategic importance of this location & orders had been given to closely monitor for incoming or outgoing transits at all times. They had not banked however, on a phased cloaked vessel attempting to run that blockade. "Contact", said Vasilyovna as the twenty fifth second duly arrived & then passed. Captain T'Vhor leaned slightly forwards in his chair as they passed close by the first of the enemy vessels, the Akira's were so close now that the heat from their impulse engines could almost be read by the Spectre's external sensor arrays. Everyone just held their breath though & awaited the CO's next order. "Execute your course change Mr Rodriguez", said the Captain, "slow to one third impulse". "Aye sir, course is now one eighty mark two zero, speed is one third impulse", said the helmsman. "Lieutenant Vasilyovna, target the warp & impulse engines of the closest Akira & prepare to fire, full spread & yield on the quantum torpedoes", said the Captain. "Aye sir, the lead Akira is targeted, Quantums are locked & loaded", said Vasilyovna as the Captain then began entering commands into his armrest console. "Lower the cloak & launch quantum torpedoes in five...four..three...two...one", said the Captain. At that precise moment, Vasilyovna dropped the cloak & fired a full spread of torpedoes at the nearest Akira, immediately taking her drive systems offline & rendering her effectively dead in the water. With their cloak now lowered however, they were immediately 'hot' to the second Akira which had raised shields & come about to face the new aggressor, phasers already firing as she did so. "Red alert, fire at will Lieutenant", said the Captain as he turned quickly to the helm. "Take us into the river Lieutenant Rodriguez", he added, the red alert klaxons sounding now to the accompaniment of the red annunciators set into the bridge lighting to signal their new alert status. The second Akira wasted no time at all of course & it was pursuing at full impulse & firing both photon torpedoes & phasers in no time, all of them striking the Spectre's shields but inflicting minimal damage as they did so. "Aft shielding is at ninety percent sir, pursuing vessels forward shielding is at eighty percent", said Vasilyovna as she continued targeting & firing upon the Akira, right up until the point that the Spectre finally disappeared into the river. "Reverse angle on the viewer", said the Captain, & the viewscreen immediately switched to one showing the swirling effect of the rivers boundaries, receding into the distance in response to their own forwards motion. Seconds then passed by as Vasilyovna scrutinized her sensors for signs that the Akira had followed them in. It seemed though that it had not..... Vasilyovna turned from her console to face the Captain, a look of puzzlement on her face. "The Akira is not pursuing sir, she's just..... broken off", said the chief. (Reply None, Any) (Posted by Alan Reading) (USS Spectre – CMO's Office – CMO Williams - 12:15) “Nooooooo.” Andrew screamed as he fell. He hit the floor hard as his head slamming of the floor. He gripped his hands as he tried to banish his fleeting images. “Andrew, are you okay?” He paused at the voice and then rolled over. He saw the concerned face of Douwsy looking down at him. “Ow b******s.” “You had your nightmare.” Andrew nodded as he pulled him self off the floor and into his chair. “I followed Kreung advice, got some sleep didn’t I and look what happens. ” Douwsy gave him a hard look. “So you’re blaming Ensign Kreung for your nightmare.” “Ow of course not.” “Good then you should go and see her or Lieutenant Taxia.” ~I’m not going to see them~ Andrew shook his head. “No. I’m okay. I don’t need to see them.” Douwsy placed her hands on her hips and glared at him. ~Ow not again. Can’t you see that I am okay. It’s nothing~ “Don’t look at me like that your not my mother.” “Andrew Williams. You are the Chief Medical Officer of this starship. Start behaving like it and sort yourself out. If you do not I’ll get Lieutenant Taxia and Ensign Krung down here and relieve you from duty.” He glared back at her. “You would not dare.” She stepped right up to him with a look of fury on her face. “I am the Sister in charge of this Sickbay. You are putting my patients care in danger by acting in this irresponsible way. I will not let you risk their lives. Do you hear me. Now you get your self sorted.” Andrew looked at her and realised that she was right. He closed his eyes and gave a sigh. “Doctor heal thy self.” Douwsy stepped back and gave a slight smile. “And if you don’t I’m sure Lieutenant Commander McKenzy would like to be CMO.” Andrew put up his hands to show submission. “Okay, okay. I give in. Geez glad that there is only one of you.” Douwsy gave him a long look. “I’m doing it. Okay.” He picked up his PADD and made a request to see one of the counsellors. He then showed it to Douwsy. “There you go mother, are you satisfied?” Douwsy grinned and then walked out of his office. ~Ow my. Remind me not to get her annoyed~ He sat back into his chair. (reply any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre – Agent Smith's personal quarters – Agent Smith - 12:16) Jo got back from her work out. She found that her PADD was blinking, ~Oh Ow what’s happening now~ She activated the PADD and found that it was a message from Dr Williams to the counselling department requesting a meeting with a counsellor for a personal matter. “Time to get back to work.” She made a copy of the message and put it in a file that she would give to Agent Johnson. ~I’ll need to get the counselling files on Williams’s sessions. Or Agent Johnson will probably procure them when we get back~ She put the PADD back down again. “We’ll see what happens.” She hopped into the sonic shower and then headed to ten forward to grab something to eat. (reply any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre – Marine Quarters – Corporal Houseman - 12:17) Houseman stepped out of the sonic shower. He had been in it for ages and was nice to feel clean again. As he walked across the room the klaxon sounded and the room was bathed in red. ~Ow F**K what a time for a red alert~ He dropped his towel as he grabbed his jumpsuit. “Hey nice arse.” He grinned as he zipped up the jumpsuit. “Shut up. Max just coz you’re jealous.” He grabbed his side arm and combat knife as he headed towards the door. He had to report to his duty station. He snatched a comm piece and placed it into his ear as he passed through the opening doors. “Computer this is a comms check. Link me into the marine tactical net.” Houseman dashed down the corridor towards the turbolift. [Link established] He waited for a few seconds until a turbolift arrived & stepped in. “Bridge.” As the turbolift shot upwards he accessed the tactical net. “This is Houseman foxtrot to position one over.” (reply Krige, Kowalski) The turbolift stopped and the doors opened onto the bridge. “Houseman in position one over.” He said quietly into the microphone as he stepped on to the bridge and took his position to the right of the door. (reply Krige, Kowalski) (reply Krige, Kowalski, any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Sickaby - CMO Williams - 12:18) Andrew glanced up as the red alert sounded. “Ow wonderful.” He looked away from the container which held the beetles. They had started to build a tower. They had made the foundations by packing the sand into a large flat plain in the sand dunes of the container. “Looks like you lot are going to have a long way to go before you are finished.” He moved out of his office. “Douwsy better get the theatre warmed up just in case.” (reply Douwsy) He watched as she headed off to get the theatre ready. ~ A little help might be required~ “Dr Williams to Lieutenant Commander Mackenzie.” (reply Mackenzie) “Sir if you are not in the middle of something. I was wondering if you would come down to sickbay. I would appreciate a hand of a fellow doctor if things get interesting?” (reply Mackenzie ) He then turned and began to make sickbay ready for anything that might come through the doors. ~This is either going to be nothing at all or hell on earth~ (reply Mackenzie, Douwsy, any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre – MXO's Quarters - MXO Major Bruce Kowalski - 12:19) The ship had gone to red alert, it was no surprise to the MXO of course, he knew full well already that the Spectre was running a blockade in the vicinity of the rivers entrance, & the MTN had gone online as a matter of course. Marine protocol spelled it all out clear enough, whenever a ship had a marine contingent onboard, they were always to be considered ready to go in a moments notice, it was simply part & parcel of being a marine. Kowalski was already linked in of course, he had made sure of that from the first announcement the CO had broadcast, it was unlikely that they would have to repel boarders of course, but you could never be sure & if there was trouble, then as MXO he would be the first in the line. Ironically, it was Houseman's voice that was first to come through the comms. =/\=This is Houseman foxtrot to position one over=/\= The MXO picked up his equipment from the table & headed for the door, just as the net sprang to life again to inform the MXO of Houseman's position. =/\=Houseman in position one over=/\= "I got you House, standby", said Kowalski as he headed out the door in the direction of Transporter room One. (Reply Houseman) "Confidence is high, repeat, confidence is high for negative breach contact", said the MXO, "Tactical four is now in effect" (Reply Houseman) "I have a feeling this won't take long", said Kowalski, "no ship is gonna risk entering the confinement of the river with us, whilst our aft torpedo launchers are staring directly down their throats", he added assuredly. It was a fair enough assumption to make, after all, Doenitz needed as much heavy metal in the vicinity of Bajor now as he could get, & one ship attempting to leave the system could not be considered much of a threat. Better that, than an inbound fleet at least. (Reply Houseman, Any) (posted by Alan Reading) (USS Spectre – Bridge - Corporal Houseman - 12:21) He watched the bridge crew going through there routines and kept an ear out for the Captain. =^=I got you House, standby=^= "Copy that Major. Whats the buzz all about?" =^=Confidence is high, repeat, confidence is high for negative breach contact=^= ~That's good to know. The bridge is not place for a fire fight. Not enough cover~ =^=Tactical four is now in effect=^= "Copy that. Do you know for how long Sir?" =^=I have a feeling this won't take long=^= =^=no ship is gonna risk entering the confinement of the river with us, whilst our aft torpedo launchers are staring directly down their throats=^= "Copy that understood." Houseman relax a little nowing that they were not under immediate threat. (reply any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Junior Officer's Quarters - Ensign (JG) Ardena Carrow - 22:47) It had been a long, strange day. She could almost still smell the spicy scent that was Crewman Rapeet. Pushing past the small jungle that was her main room, she had a quick wash in the bathroom before retreating back to the bedroom. Her birds were quiet, though she did hear one of the finches cheep grumbly at being disturbed. She'd been long list in RNA sequencing and hadn't even noticed the late hour until her stomach was trying to attack her backbone. She vaguely remembered something about a red alert, then a shift into warp once more, but it hadn't effected her beyond making sure her lab work was secured in case incoming fire. If she stopped working every time the Spectre made friends, she'd never get anything done. She peeled off her uniform and stepped over it on the way to her bed. She was vaguely surprised it didn't just stand itself up as she'd been wearing it for nineteen hours. She fell onto the silk sheets and luxuriated in the ultra-soft surface before rolling over and gathering the blankets with her. Nothing better than sleeping in a cocoon. (Reply None) (Posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Junior Officer's Quarters - Ensign (JG) Ardena Carrow - 23:12) It felt like her head had just hit the pillow when she woke up in a sweat. Ribald dreams about a woman she barely knew? Who she'd spoken to twice, neither particularly in-depth conversations? Ardena swung her feet off the bed, untangling herself from the piles of sheets and blankets. She picked up a robe and wrapped it around herself as she walked back into the living room. "Computer.. play something.. bouncy." As the computer filled the room with a startling polka, Ardena sighed and sat cross legged beneath one of her trees. A small hoot from the screech owl within. One certainly couldn't feel .. stirred .. with a polka bouncing around your head. She bonked the back of her head against the tree, trying to get images of a stranger out of her blood. An owl pellet dropped off her head in protest. "Sorry." She muttered and rolled to her feet to prowl amongst the trees of her quarters. She wasn't quite sure if any of her residents made it past regs, but since it had caused no hazards, she'd received no complaints. Sharp eyes picked out the small balls of feathers on the branches and in the nests. "And what would you do?" She asked one of the balls of feathers. "Ah yes, you would sit on a branch and sing until you won their heart, not caring beyond shell and instant gratification." She shook her head, it was embarrassing, confusing and strange. She didn't even know what to make of any of it. Was it just some sort of rebound from Darrex? She stood up, giving up on the idea of sleep with THOSE sorts of dreams still rattling around in her head. One night of sleep loss wouldn't kill her, and if she could sort out those RNA strings before they came out of warp she could send them back to Memory Prime and move on to the next project. (reply, any) (posted by Lorna) ========================================================================== Mission: The Sword of Damocles Day: 63 Stardate: 2407.04.05 (USS Spectre - Officer's Quarters - Ensign Ardena Carrow - 00:30) Ardena woke up again in a sweat and said "Light!" in a shaky voice. Another dream that told her her control was unraveling. The problem was, who on the ship had her unique problems beyond the Captain? The full blooded Vulcan's certainly didn't. But she didn't exactly want to go chiming on his door in the middle of the night saying 'Gee, sorry to bother you Captain, but I'm having these dreams..' and during the day.. the problems seemed neither so large nor the Captain's schedule available. Rolling over in frustration, Ardena buried her face in her pillow. The problem was, every single time she closed her eyes she saw a pair of deep brown eyes looking back at her. She'd met the woman all of once for a few minutes! This was ridiculous! With her sleep interrupted three nights running she wasn't exactly getting her work done either. Getting up in disgust, Ardena ordered a mild sedative from the replicator. It'd only give her one dose before insisting she speak to a medical professional, but certainly one night's sleep would give her a fresh perspective on her problems! (Reply None) (Posted by Lorna Appleby) (USS Spectre - Outside Captain's Quarters - Ensign Ardena Carrow & Captain T'Vhor - 04:30) Ardena rested her head against the bulkhead as she pressed the chime to the Captain's room. Then she waited for the response. Within his quarters, Captain T'Vhor had been sleeping for approximately one hour & fifty four minutes, the resultant chime upon the door to his quarters waking him almost immediately as it sounded. In an instance, he had propped himself up on his bunk to verify that it had indeed been a chime & not something that he had dreamt. Then the chime sounded again, trashing that possibility in a second. "One moment", said the Captain with a sigh as he lifted the covers that covered him, & then swung himself up into a seated position on the side of the bunk in order to gather his senses. "Come", said the Captain, rubbing at the side of his face with his fingertips as he watched the door move aside, to reveal a female Ensign in a state of apparent emotional discomfort framed within the doorway. "Elder, I am need of teaching." She said in formal Vulcan. Wits end, had brought her this far. Hopefully T'Vhor would have the answers she sought. The Captain raised an eyebrow at the unusual, but somewhat innocuous remark, the very fact that the woman had spoken to him in his own tongue had seemed slightly strange to him, let alone the hour at which she had chosen to arrive in search of this, 'Education'. "Could this not have waited until the morning Ensign?", said the Captain trying his best now not to appear too dismissive. "I haven't slept in three days.. One more won't kill me.. but.." She hoped she didn't look as frazzled as she felt. The Captain then stood, gesturing with his hand towards one of the seats within his quarters. "I see, in that case please, come in, make yourself comfortable", said the Captain as he moved towards the replicator, thoughts of refreshment & clearance of the mind fog now persisting in his head, now foremost in his mind. "Water, chilled to ten degrees centigrade", said the Captain & the replicator immediately performed it's particular brand of molecular magic, before instantly materializing a filled glass in it's reception tray in readiness for it's collection. The Captain then turned to the Ensign to ask if she would like anything herself. "I'm fine, thank you." She read the dubious look accurately, "Tea would be good." T'Vhor returned to the young Ensign & handed her the requested beverage, then he moved towards the viewing port in his quarters in order to gaze out reflectively upon the undulating patterns that swirled within the rivers confines, as the ship progressed onwards. "So....how exactly may I assist you Ensign?", said the Captain in a calm, controlled tone of voice whilst reaching up tentatively to the small Vulcan IDIC that hung on a chain about his neck, "what teaching is it that you require?" "My mental gifts seem to be completely out of control. What grasp I had seems gone." A completely embarrassing thing to admit, but lying or hedging wouldn't solve the problem. "I see", said the Captain, "the teachings of Surak are known to all Vulcan's, but to truly know them, one must achieve Kolinahr", he added as he turned to face Ensign Carrow, "or at the very least, Venlinahr", he added. "I don't even know what Kolinahr or Venlinahr are.." Ardena admitted into the silence. "Kolinahr is not a discipline one can learn overnight Ensign, it requires many years of practice & even then, many fail to achieve this", said the Captain. ~Peachy.~ Ardena thought. No wonder father was insisting I get stationed on Earth.. possibly to keep me out of trouble. This latest assignment had been the longest she'd gone without seeing her parents, had her father been renewing her shielding when she visited? "You are young & inexperienced in our ways", said the Captain, "you have spent far too much time unconnected to your own heritage", he added, "perhaps the Nath-Pal-Nahr ritual may be of some benefit to you", said the older, more seasoned Vulcan hybrid as he took a sip of water from the glass in his hand. "Sorry to sound like the ignorant raised-human I am, but what is Nath-Pal-Nahr?" She spoke Vulcan, both the modern and the ancient fluently, but many of the concepts were but vague shadows to her at best. "The Nath-Pal-Nahr will teach you to suppress your emotions", said the Captain moving now to take a seat opposite her own. Ardena winced. She LIKED her emotions, she didn't want to give them up! Surely there had to be another route? But even being without emotion was better than.. *this*. The Captain stood & then gestured once again with his outstretched hand towards the far side of his quarters, "come, let me show you", he said as he moved in the direction he had indicated. Ensign Carrow stood & then followed his lead, she appeared slightly unnerved now, her emotions were wild & unfettered & T'Vhor could sense it now within her as she yielded to her need for some semblance of control of her own mind. It was clear to him now that she had none whatsoever at present, & would do whatever it took to regain that control. "Please, kneel here", said the Captain indicating the position opposite him at a low table that had been positioned there, whilst he himself took the adjacent position. Ardena knelt, not surprised to see the meditation table her quarters lacked. "My father instilled my shielding and control when I was twelve." she explained, "I know very little about Surak's teachings or the abilities of our people." She flushed green to admit it, she felt like a security officer would have done having been issued a phase rifle without any practice. "And now I fear that control is eroding and I don't know what to do." Her eyes showed the fear she was feeling. She wasn't trying to mask anything, there was no reason to hide her problems from the one she was hoping could direct her in how to fix them. The Captain reached out with one hand & touched the side of the Ensign's face, sensing the element of fear that seemed to dwell within her as he did so, then he spoke in their own language. "Dakh'uh pthak. Nam-tor ri ret na'fan-kitok fa tu dakh pthak", said the Captain, he then withdrew his hand & allowed the Ensign to respond. ~Easy for him to say~ Ardena thought darkly to herself and then took a deep breath in through her nose and out through her mouth. Being frustrated that she had been lazy and careless was pointless, taking it out on the person trying to help her even more so. "The unknown is hard not to fear, and I am walking blind. I am experiencing things I have never experienced and don't know how to stop. I might manage stop being terrified due to a willing teacher, but.. lack of fear? I've always been told fear is what teaches us caution and wisdom." The Captain raised an eyebrow quizzically, it was quite clear by what Ensign Carrow had just said that herein lay the problem. She knew nothing of Surak's teachings at all! She was thinking like a Human... "The words....were spoken by Surak himself", said the Captain in disbelief, "fear is what fetters the mind & prevents us from seeing the true path of logic, whilst there is fear there is blockage & chaotic thought", he added. "It is clear that you are indeed, in need of teaching", he added. "I can teach you", said T'Vhor, "but not here & not now" Ardena felt a surge of disappointment.. but she couldn't blame the Captain either. It was the middle of the night, she'd dumped all her problems in his lap AND then started arguing with him. She got to her feet, "Thank you for your help, Captain, and I apologize for disturbing *your* rest." The Captain felt for the Ensign, he truly did, even though to some that might have seemed a contradiction in terms. It was true that both of them had a duality about them & as such there was always the possibility of conflict. The Captain knew that more than most, for the passionate Betazoid half of himself had caused many problems in his youth, just as Carrow's Human side was now. Captain T'Vhor paused now in thought, the only immediate thing he could do now was the one thing that she might find intrusive, but after considering the anguish she quite clearly felt, he suggested it anyway. "I could augment your own control for now by melding with your mind", he said with a quirk of his head, "this would allow you some reprieve, & perhaps some sleep also", he added. "If you are in agreeance of course?" Ardena's relief would have been visible to a Horta. "That would be *very* much appreciated, sir!" Enthusiastically, Ensign Carrow quickly retook her place opposite the Captain & then prepared herself for what he had suggested. The Captain did likewise, rubbing his hands together for a short while before he began, then he reached out to make contact with the young Ensign's mind. "My mind, to your mind. your thoughts, to mine....." Immediately the Vulcan hybrid had established contact, the conflicts of emotion had made themselves clear to his trained mind. He flinched visibly in response as they crystalized in his thoughts. Whether she was aware of it or not, there had been a bonding of some kind, another featured strongly & that person's 'essence' was now bleeding into her consciousness like magma erupting from a Volcano. Indeed, if T'Vhor had not known better, he would have said that another Vulcan somewhere was now experiencing the onset of Pon farr! In time, the Captain had suceeded in supressing the part of the Ensign's mind that was now causing her the problems she was experiencing, but the bottom line was that there were questions here that needed answers & truths that needed to be confronted. But not now... Ensign Carrow left the Captain's quarters this morning with a profound calm now spreading through her mind, an arrangement had been made between them however that they should meet again at a more suitable time, for this was far from over. It was clear that the Captain had only touched upon the surface of the Ensigns problems, soon the real work would begin. For now though, she would sleep... (Reply None) (Posted by Lorna & Alan) (USS Spectre - Marine Messhall - Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 10:00) Jynea had been startled by the marines tromping through the corridors at the red alert and realized she really hadn't seen much of them. She still wasn't sure if her duties extended to the green shirts or not, but masochistic curiosity had led her to find out that the marines had their own mess hall and rec room. Apparently they were too rowdy for regular fleet. Or someone in marine command didn't want them corrupted by their regular Starfleet cousins. This was her second morning eating breakfast amongst the crowd. They'd given her very funny looks at first, but then decided it was just another strange starfleet counsellor amongst them and proceeded to ignore her like she didn't exist. She was startled with a handful of marines sat down at the table with her moments after she'd put her own tray down. "Not getting tortured by cats this morning, counsellor?" One teased. "Er, no," She replied startled, "She had me missing targets this morning instead." This seemed to amuse them even more. "Cookies for breakfast, counsellor?" Another teased, "What DID they teach you at the academy?" "How to hide behind marines, hopefully. I've seen her trying to escape an arm lock." the first teased again. Jynea smiled innocently, "And why not? You're all so much bigger and stronger than little ole me.. you'd make a much better shield than I would." That produced snorts and McAdams proceeded to get made fun of so she could eat. "So, why is Tk'kit running you through the wringer, anyway? Not exactly standard blue shirt training." She was asked as she finished her first cookie. Jynea gave a one shoulder shrug, "Someone decided I need to qualify for away missions. I don't know what good *I'd* be on an away mission when Lieutenant Taxia is much better trained and experienced, but who are we to question the orders of the powers that be?" That got a funny look and several glances exchanged between the marines. Hmm, how odd. She'd surprised and confused them.. not with the training, but with the idea of following orders. Weren't marines trained to follow all orders even more so than Starfleet regulars? This was something to investigate.. but not know when it would probably make them suspicious. "Okay, who is one junior blue shirt, you would be Starfleet marines, saviours of the universe and moral compass for us all." She deflected. "Damn straight!" "Semper Fi" "Someone needs to do it!" Jynea rolled her eyes good naturedly. A bit rough around the edges, this group of marines reminded her of a New Zealand rugby team she'd met once in Secondary School. (reply, any) (posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - Captain T'Vhor - 10:12) =/\=Sir, we are arriving at our waypoint, ETA to Geneva is approximately ten minutes=/\= The communication had not come as a surprise of course, the Captain knew full well where they were & the announcement had been merely perfunctory. At this precise moment in time however, he had just finished catching up on some personal mail that had come in from Geneva, via subspace radio. It seemed that there was somebody on the station that he had not seen for quite a while now. Someone that he had always considered a good friend... Lieutenant Commander Calvin Capps had been the Vulcan hybrids First Officer on board the USS Paladin, whilst he himself had served as the ships second officer in the security chiefs position. Why was he here now though? It didn't make sense at all. Captain T'Vhor had already acknowledged the bridge call accordingly, ordering them to exit the river at the desired coordinates & then await further orders, then he leaned back into his chair, both hands placed, fingers together in front of his face now, as he contemplated the puzzle of why Calvin was here & not on the Paladin. There had been some mention of a disciplinary action of some sort & again, this just didn't seem to fit in any way, shape or form. Capps was, & always had been an exemplary, by the book Starfleet officer, & to suggest that he may have incurred the top brasses wrath in some way seemed positively inconceivable. Whatever had happened though, it would be good to see him again, & whilst no answers would be found at this moment in time, time would indeed tell & time, as the Captain was often so fond of saying, would tell no lies. Within a minute or so the Captain was on the bridge, his immediate subordinate moving aside to allow him to occupy the centre seat once again. Once he had done so, he surveyed the relevant reports that were waiting his attention, then he addressed the communications officer directly. "Open a channel to Geneva Ensign", said the Captain & within a moment or two, the Geneva Ops officer was on the viewscreen. "Welcome to Starbase Geneva Captain, you have been pre-cleared to dock at docking arm four & we have you on the glide path, Geneva's status is currently at bikini amber", said the Ops Officer informing them of the stations alert condition. "Thank you Geneva, we confirm reception of guidance control & are preparing to dock", said the Captain. "Roger that Spectre, welcome home sir", said the Ops Officer with a brief smile, "maintenance & repair crews are standing by", he added. "Understood & thank you Geneva, Spectre out", said the Captain as he instructed the helmsman to take them in. The Captain then turned to the First Officer seated beside him, who looked somewhat relieved now to be at a Starbase again. "A penny for them Mr Rogers?", he asked enquiringly. (Reply Rogers) "An Earth saying I believe", said the Captain quirking his head slightly to the left at the Human First Officers, apparent uncertainty over one of his own species idioms, "roughly translating to 'give me your thought's',.....although without the usual Vulcan finger contact to the sides of the face of course", he added with a slight raise of an eyebrow. (Reply Rogers) The Captain nodded accordingly & pursed his lips at the FO's somewhat quirky response. "Inform the crew that I am authorizing extended shore leave to all who may wish to take advantage of it", said Captain T'Vhor turning his attention then back to the viewscreen, in order to watch the Geneva station looming larger within it upon their approach, "I believe that they have earned it", he added, almost as an afterthought. (Reply Rogers) The two officer's then watched as the running lights on either side of Geneva's already opening spacedoors, began to pulse inwards in response to their steady approach. The Spectre of course, was now on automatic approach, it's navigational & helm stations under direct control of Geneva's docking control systems. Once they were within the station itself though, the Captain would perform a manual latch up to their allotted gantry, after that, the Spectre would power down it's warp core & switch to station assisted power so as to allow the repair crews to begin their work. Then there would be rest, well, for the Spectre crew at least...... By this time though, the Spectre had cleared spacedoors & it was already transiting to docking arm four, the latter's outstretched umbilicals moving outwards in response to the approaching ships presence, like strange, organic tentacles seeking out their various counterparts. The automatic control systems then handed back control to the Spectre's helm & the Captain settled back into his chair to begin the final latch up. "Maneuvering thrusters at station keeping Lieutenant Rodriguez, four metres per second, prepare for umbilical lockup on my mark", said the Captain. He then paused briefly, turning towards the FO seated beside him once again. "Perhaps you would like to finalize our docking procedure Mr Rogers?", he asked. (Reply Rogers) The Captain then handed off control to his FO accordingly. (Reply Rogers, Any) (Posted by Alan Reading) =========================================================================== Mission: ***Docked*** Day: 01 Stardate: 2407.04.05 (Starbase Geneva - Temp Quarters - Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 07:00) It had been three days since Calvin arrived to Starbase Geneva via the USS Paladin. In his last mission he was severely injured during an accident and was unable to perform his duties any longer, so when the Paladin made it back to Geneva Calvin and a few others were beamed to it's sickbay. The Lt Cmdr spent two days there being healed by doctors and interrogated by Starfleet Command. The doctors were able to help Calvin get back on his feet and almost back to 100% health. The injuries they tended to were a broken arm, broken foot, two broken ribs, cranial bruising, internal bleeding, organ malfunction, visual usage, and more. When Calvin woke up from surgery the first thing he realized was he wasn't all flesh anymore. There were some foreign parts placed in his body. It still wasn't over for him yet though. He would still need physical therapy for a long time. However he was walking the corridors, speaking, reading, and doing everyday activities better than he had been in the last two days. The doctors were saying he would make a full recovery with a small chance of any re lapse. That morning he even attempted to do a small work out exercise in the holodeck. It turned out better than he expected. (Reply None) (Posted by Calvin Capps) (Starbase Geneva - Corridors - Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 07:15) The Lt Cmdr walked down the most depressing corridor in his life. Even though this corridor looked nothing different then all the others he has walked on before. It was the environment that lead his depressing attitude toward this one corridor in particular. He was on his way to the conclusion of his mis deeds as a Starfleet Officer. Calvin had his dress uniform on, and making sure he had followed all the rules of wearing it. The pips were on in the exact area, his ribbons wore on his chest were lined most straight. The clothing it self was ironed and neat, and boots polished to blind a man. He walked up to the door where they opened as expected. Three tables were present in the small room. They were set up in a court room style. One table by itself where the head Starfleet Command would sit, and conclude this court martial. The other two were for him and his JAG officer, and the opposite JAG officer. Calvin went to the appropriate table and had a seat beside his friend Commander Michales. Michales looked at Calvin and smiled. He only had one thing to say that morning. "It will work out for you. It always does." Calvin half smiled at his friend and turned toward the bench where Commodore J'Tack had just taken a seat. (Reply None) (Posted by Calvin Capps) (Starbase Geneva - Legal Room - Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 07:45) Commodore J'Tack raised his hand and everyone stopped speaking immediately. He looked straight into Calvin's eyes. "Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps, you are young officer with a high rank. You have proven yourself to be a great officer in your duties. You have been privileged to be a First Officer on the Cochrane and on the Paladin. You have been awarded with three distinctive awards." "I find it hard that you have broken communication protocols and communication security to contact your parents behind enemy line. But you did. If your communications were not received by us first you could have given the enemy specific details that we all have worked so hard not to give. I believe this error in judgment of yours was due to your age and fast promotions." "Saying that, Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps you will no longer hold the FO position of the USS Paladin. You will have a new assignment with special details that will allow us to keep an eye on you. Today you will not be extracted from Starfleet, but if anything like this happens again Lt Cmdr Capps you will not have to worry about your career any more." A bell was rung and Commodore J'Tack left the room. (reply none, any) (posted by Calvin Capps) (Starbase Geneva - Temp Quarters - Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 08:15) The verdict wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. Never the less it was pathetic that Calvin had even gotten himself into a situation where a a verdict was going to announce the rest of his career path. A new duty station the commodore had said. How long would it take for his new orders to come in he thought. What position would he be holding he pondered as well. He walked into his bedroom and began to unbutton his dress uniform jacket. He opened up a chest that was about as tall as Calvin. He took out a hanger and placed his jacket on it. Placing it back to the chest the Lt Cmdr then took out his regular duty uniform jacket and placed it on himself. Leaving his room he heard a beep on the comm system. [Lt Cmdr Capps you have official orders from Starfleet Command] ~That was fast!~ Calvin thought. "Place it to my quarters computer." Now moving away from the door of the cabin he took a few steps to the computer. He sat down in front of it and placed his finger on the front panel. "Display orders." [Provide your clearance code] the computer needed. "3, Epsilon, Beta, 2, 7, Alpha, A." The computer came to life and and official documents began to scroll down the screen as Calvin read them. Finished reading them he sat in the chair stunned. He was being transferred to the USS Spectre. With all the horrible things happening in Lt Cmdr Capps' life at the moment this news helped bring his spirits up. (reply none, any) (posted by Calvin Capps) (USS Spectre – Agent Smith’s quarters – Agent Smith - 10:30) Jo was looking around her small room that had been hers for the many months that she had been on board the Spectre. Now they were docked at Geneva and it was coming to an end. The room had been cosy and her safe haven from all the things that had happened outside. Now it was bare. All her positions were packed and awaiting transportation to the station. She lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling thinking about all that had happened since she had first arrived. First meeting T’Vhor how cold and formal she had been. Boarding the enemy strike ship with the marines and finding the President in the underground bunker. Being boarded and fighting off the boarders and helping to stop the gas attack. They had been exciting times on board and she was going to miss them. =^= Agent Smith this is Crewman Norfolk at Ops. =^= She shook herself and sat up. “Yes crewman what can I do for you.” =^= You have an urgent communique from Star Fleet Intelligence Office on Geneva =^= “Put them through down here crewman.” Jo turned to the console on top of the work table in the corner of the room. Its screen flashed on and a face of a stern looking man appeared. =^= Agent Smith my name is Agent Simmons. I am the chief investigation officer in this case. You are to take Lieutenant Williams to interrogation room five and then bring your report to me. At once=^= “Yes Sir. I’ll inform Captain T’Vhor that I am…..” =^=Agent, I said at once. You will not inform or speak to anyone until you report to me Do I make myself clear=^= Jo suppressed the urge to turn off the screen. “Crystal sir.” =^= Good. I’m sending your orders. I will expect to see you shortly=^= With that the screen went black. Her PADD beeped as the new orders arrived and she quickly scanned them as she looked out of the window. Jo sighed and shook her head. Her happy thoughts had vanished. All that remained was the black walls of the bare room. “You knew that you had to do this some day. Better get it started.” With out turning back she left the room. (reply any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - Captain T'Vhor - 10:30) ~Hmm, I much prefer the view of the stars~ The Captain had been standing, hands clasped behind his back & gazing out into the brightly lit interior of Starbase Geneva, whilst pondering the mission that had just been. It had been pivotal in more ways than one, for not only had it returned the 'True' Federation President back to the fold, it had brought about many changes within the crew itself. It went without saying of course that the crew of any ship needed to know that they could all depend upon one another to get the job done, & a mission such as this could be thought of as a veritable melting pot in regards that, a baptism of fire even, for in it's very process it gelled the crew together like nothing else ever could. There was nothing like the very real taste of death to make one appreciate life & the bonds one makes with their compatriots. Ask a Marine if your unconvinced..... This crew though, had been through so much together during this one mission, death had chased them like a hungering hound from Hell, it had stalked them at every turn & the Captain was immensely proud of each & every one of them as he contemplated the actions that had brought them to here. With that thought lingering within his mind, he turned away from the viewing port vista that had so occupied him, then he returned to his desk & chair to take a seat almost at the precise moment that the chime to his door sounded. "Enter", said the Captain as he straightened himself up in the chair in readiness to welcome the arrival, whoever that might be. It turned out in fact to be Smith, the diminutive SFI agent that everyone had hated when she had first arrived & yet who had changed, possibly more than any of them. "Captain T’Vhor", said the agent with an indentifiable hint of unhappiness about her countenance as she moved towards him. "Sorry to disturb you Captain. I am here to report that I have been ordered by Starfleet Intelligence to escort Dr Williams immediately to the SFI Office on Geneva for interrogation of treason charges", said Smith, handing the Captain the PADD she had brought with her. ~This is STILL an issue?~ The Captain looked up briefly into the agents eyes in an attempt to see reason behind them, then he took the offered PADD & began thoughtfully scanning through the contents therein, whilst Smith continued on. "I am informing you as you are his commanding officer and I also felt that you should know", said Smith. The Captain nodded in agreeance, his thoughts being that at least someone within SFI still appeared to spare a thought for protocol & common decency. "Please Agent Smith", said the Captain gesturing with his hand now towards the seat opposite him, "take a seat", he added as he laid the PADD onto the table & then clasped his hands together on top of it. He then quirked his head slightly, regarding the agent closely now as he asked the next question. "May I ask as to what your recommendation in regards Doctor Williams will be at this...", said the Captain, pausing now before completing his sentence. "...interrogation?" (Reply Smith) "I see", said the Captain, "you do understand that I will not allow my officer to be interviewed without proper representation", he added, intonating that he himself would be in attendance at this, 'meeting'.... (Reply Smith) The Captain nodded, it was clear that during the mission they had all just endured, Smith had changed her views somewhat in regards the charges brought against the CMO & that could prove a valuable piece of leverage in clearing the Doctors good name. The Captain took a deep breath & then he withdrew his folded hands from the desk. "Agent Smith", he said pausing now just for a moment, "I want you to report to your SFI superior as ordered, inform him that I myself will accompany Doctor Williams to Interrogation room five within the hour", said the Captain. (Reply Smith) "Perhaps it might be a good idea for them to read your official report before Doctor Williams arrives himself", said Captain T'Vhor, knowing within that Smith agreed with him on this most emphatically now as he stood & then pushed his chair to the rear of himself. (Reply Smith) The two Officers then moved towards the door together, their discussion still very much regarding the Doctor & the indignity he had quite clearly suffered at the hands of Starfleet Intelligence & it's innate overzealousness. (Reply Smith, Any) (Posted by Alan Reading) (USS Spectre – Ready Room – Agent Smith - 10:35) Jo waited for the chime to be acknowledged before she entered the ready room. She saw T’Vhor sitting behind his desk. It brought back memories of when she had first met him. ~How things have changed~ “Captain T’Vhor” She was not relishing this part but she new that she had to say it. “Sorry to disturb you Captain. I am here to report that I have been ordered by Star Fleet Intelligence to escort Dr Williams immediately to the SFI Office on Geneva at once for interrogation of treason charges.” She handed him the PADD with her order. (reply T’Vhor) “I am informing you as you are his commanding officer and I also felt that you should now.” ~Coz Agent Simmers is an idiot and seems to have forgotten about protocol~ (reply T’Vhor) (reply T’Vhor, any) (Posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - Agent Smith - 10:36) Jo took the seat that she had been offered. "May I ask as to what your recommendation in regards Doctor Williams will be at this...", "...interrogation?" Jo thought for a moment. "I feel Sir, that if Dr Williams dose not turn up they will immediately thinks he is hiding something. Which will make things harder for him." "I see", "You do understand that I will not allow my officer to be interviewed without proper representation", ~Good~ Jo looked at T'Vhor and smiled mentally. "I would have expected nothing less Sir." "Agent Smith", "I want you to report to your SFI superior as ordered, inform him that I myself will accompany Doctor Williams to Interrogation room five within the hour", "Yes Sir." ~Ow Simmons is not going to like that?~ "Perhaps it might be a good idea for them to read your official report before Doctor Williams arrives himself", "Yes Sir." ~I'll shove it up his nose~ She rose out of her chair and followed T'Vhor from the ready room. (reply any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre – Donaldson’s Quarters – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 10:40) Chuck was down on all fours looking around his quarters. “Alright, Chuck, where did you put it?” Chuck said to himself. He looked under the bed, the most obvious hiding place. ~Not there.~ he thought. Chuck glanced behind him at the endtable. On the floor next to it lay a PADD. Chuck’s eyes were drawn to it by a slight sparkle. ~Hmmm, must have fallen off the table.~ thought Chuck. Chuck put his hand on one knee and pushed himself up to his feet. He walked over to the stray PADD and picked it up. A quick movement of his thumb verified the PADDs contents. ~Yep, that’s it, it would have been a pain to retrace my steps for the last few hours.~ thought Chuck. Chuck gave a half grin in triumph. He sat in a chair he had conveniently placed next to the bed. Junior officers usually get “requisitioned” desks in their quarters. Chuck had quickly “derequisitioned” a desk . . . a clever way to avoid work during free hours. From his seat Chuck had a full view of his quarters. Not precisely immaculate but not a waist of space either. Chuck sat his left foot on his right knee in a ‘half-cross’ and held the PADD in both hands. “I’m gonna get this thing memorized if it kills me.” Chuck let a short laugh escape his lips and set down to the daunting task of memorizing every nook and cranny of the Spectre’s schematics (reply none, any) (posted by Anton Taylor) (USS Spectre – Donaldson’s Quarters – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 10:43) ~Well, that’s it, I give up it’s hopeless.~ thought Chuck. He stood up out of the chair, walked over to the end table, and placed the PADD down. ~The Spectre’s docked in Geneva . . . maybe I should take some leave . . . ~ Chuck’s thoughts were interrupted by the Ship’s Computer. [ All Spectre Personnel, the Captain has authorized temporary shore leave in a minimal rotation . . . please report to your commanding officer for a rotation schedule.] said the female voice of the computer. Chuck walked over to the mirror at the end of his bed and looked at a familiar face. He inspected his implant closely in the mirror, even though it was just an “empty shell” in various senses it still worried him . . . all the same . . . it was a part of him he couldn’t see himself without. “Well, time for some R&R.” Chuck said smiling to himself. He walked out into the hallway and headed for Vasilyovna’s office. (reply none, any) (posted by Anton Taylor) (USS Spectre - Jeffery's Tube 4, junction 9 - Corporal Ferns & Lance Corporal Tarby - 10:45) Somewhere high above the Councellors office, actually within the ceiling, two marines, their faces smeared with camoflage cream crawled slowly towards their primary objective. It went without saying of course that due to the confidential nature of this most daring of missions, stealth & cunning were of the utmost importance, if indeed their objective were to be completed. Much depended on it's success in fact, & an entire troop were now reliant upon these two brave soldiers to 'make it so' & win the day. In the interests of security, their tactical net had been offline for quite sometime now & the two Marines were very much on their own, even Krige & their MCO knew nothing about it as they shimmied closer to their goal & the prize that ultimately awaited them. "Well, this should be the spot", said the Corporal in a quiet voice, as he surveyed the active tactical display of one of the few pieces of equipment that they had carried with them. Tarby simply smiled & then removed the electromagnetic point separator from the pouch strapped to his belt, whilst Ferns read off the relevant information on the scanner to disclose the bulkhead latch points set into the ceiling paneling. "Here, here......... and here", he whispered & within seconds, Tarby had activated the tool to release the mag-latches accordingly. Carefully, & after positioning themselves accordingly along the beam supports, the two Marines then lifted one of the panels out of it's fascia to place it gently to one side, then they looked down directly into the interior of Councellor Taxia's office. "Contact", said Tarby with a self assured smile as he attached the small winch motor & cable to one of the upper supports above him, before quickly shuffling up onto his knees in readiness for the next phase of the mission. "Wait a moment", said Corporal Ferns, "I hear the guy's sneaky, better check for beams", he added as he withdrew & activated a second tool from his belt clip, & then directed it into the room whilst scrutinizing the display indicators accordingly. "Negative on the beams, we are go for objective one", said the Marine with a sideways wink in his comrades direction. The two Marines then dropped through the hatchway & onto the office floor to the accompaniment of little more than a light thud, as they came to in a crouched position upon the carpeted surface, winch cable firmly in Ferns grasp. LC Tarby immediately moved towards the door & then secured the lock circuit with an electronic scrambler before returning to Corporal Ferns, who by this time had located & reconnoitred objective one's probable location. The door to the cupboard was security coded, presumably to Taxia's personal DNA profile but it too, like everything else the Marines had encountered so far, was crackable, a fact borne out by the ease by which Tarby deactivated the locking circuit with a corresponding beep of the device used to achieve it. "Bingo", said Ferns as the lock sprung with an audible click & the hatch opened a few millimetres along one side of the door. Immediately, a latex gloved hand had backed that up & opened the door fully to reveal the precious contents within. The folders & reports were quickly set aside of course & within seconds, objective one was secured & prepared for transit as Ferns heaved out the case, & then attached it to the carabina clip on the end of the winch cable, for subsequent hauling up into the roof cavity above. Tarby gave a quick thumbs up to his partner in crime, & then he activated the winch remotely to send the Councellors coveted wine collection soaring up into the air, with little more than a ziiiip sound to accompany it's departure skywards. Ferns then reached into his jacket pocket to retrieve a small box of chocolates & a printed card, which he placed back into the cupboard in place of the removed case, the card bore a small picture of a man in silhouette along with the words, "All because....." He then closed the door to the cupboard & activated his own personal, un-looped comms device to signal the others. "Objective one is secured, repeat, objective one is secured......we are coming home lads", said Ferns as the two Marines then departed the field of operation as silently & as efficiently as they had arrived. (Reply Any) (Posted by Alan Reading) (Starbase Geneva – Agent Simmons Office – Agent Smith - 10:47) Jo stared hard at the view out of the window behind Simmons head as he berated her. He held up the report that she had filed during her stay on the spectre. “And this Smith. What the hell were you doing leading that away mission.” Not taking her eye off the starscape she answered. “Sir the ship was in danger.” Simmons glared at her. “What do you think you are a marine. Your job was to investigate this Williams for treason not go running off like some muscle flexing ape.” “Yes Sir.” “You also let him near a member of the presidential staff. You are supposed to stop him from getting to these people.” Jo thought about the time when Andrew had transported down to help rescue the presidential aide. “Sir the person was in need of medical assistance.” “You state here that he had his own protection detail and medical staff why in everything that was holy did you let him any where near him.” It took Jo a fraction of a second that Simmons did not know everything about what happened. ~Think he will go appologetic if he realised that I let Williams save the life of the President of the Federation. But I can't for security reasons. Pity.~ “Have you anything to say about these incidents Agent.” “Sir I did what I thought was right in the situation.” “Is that what you call IT.” “Sir my remit was ascertain if Lieutenant Williams was a traitor. I was not told to prevent him from doing his job. He spent almost half an hour with his hands inside a Ferengi who had decided to use himself as a human bomb. He also risked his life in trying to prevent a gas attack on the Spectre." This time Jo looked directly into Simmons eyes. "Sir in my opinion these charges should be dropped so that Dr Williams can do his job and save lives." "THAT'S ENOUGH.You are not here for your opinions so shut it." "Is there anything else Sir." “Get out of my sight.” Jo turned and left with out a reply. (reply any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre – Security Chief’s Office – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 10:49) Chuck had just been admitted through the ‘colorful’ light gray twin doors and had stepped into Vasilyovna’s office. She was sitting behind her desk seemingly fuming about something. With the Lieutenant, Chuck didn’t ask. (reply Vasilyovna, IYW) “Lieutenant, I’m here to see where I fit into the shore-leave schedule.” (reply Vasilyovna) “I think we all could use a little break, sir. I personally want to see the inside of Starbase Geneva.” Chuck beamed. (reply Vasilyovna) “Are we sending people over there in groups or individually? I’d like to be accompanied by Counselor Kreung if that’s not too much trouble. We have a mutual friend on the starbase that I think she’ll want to see.” Chuck smiled resolutely thinking of a certain Gorn. (reply Vasilyovna) (reply Vasilyovna, any) (posted by Anton Taylor) (USS Spectre – Security Chief’s Office – TAC/SC Lieutenant Yelena Vasilyovna - 10:50) Yelena 'fumed' within, her temperament now fraying at the edges in regards the simple fact that she was not able to access her own personal database files! This was ridiculous, an hour or so beforehand the files had been accessible, now all the computer could say in response was... [Personal Files - Vasilyovna, Y - are inaccessible] Blah blah blah..... Yelena picked up a piece of paper from her table & then kicked back her chair against the wall so that she was sitting inclined, then she screwed the piece of paper up into a ball & threw it hard across the room in disgust before then moving on to a rhythmic tapping of her fingertips against the hard surface of the chairs armrest, in order to externalize her inner agitation. Almost at that precise moment though, Ensign Donaldson, or 'Chuck', as he liked to be known, entered her office. The name Chuck, ran around in her brain just for a second or so, the irony of it in regards what she had just done with the piece of paper causing the slightest of smiles as he approached the table. "Ensign", said Vasilyovna in a cheerful tone, "what can I do for you this fine & wonderful morning", she added with a sideways lilt to her head that hid her inner angst, or so she hoped. ~Oh please, don't let this be another damn security problem~ "Lieutenant, I’m here to see where I fit into the shore-leave schedule", said Donaldson with an expression upon his face that could be best described as, hopeful. ~Thank God~ Yelena continued to tap her fingers upon the armrest in a mildly recognizable rhythmic beat, as though bored now of just sitting there doing nothing. She had hoped that she could have finished listening to her requested files but alas, it was not to be. "Shore leave", said Yelena nonchalantly, "I believe that the Captain has set a rotational on this", she added, "the ship is on downtime & a minimal crew is needed so.....", said Vasilyovna, trailing off now in mid sentence as she glanced at the far wall & calmed herself a little from the agitated high she had been experiencing beforehand. Chuck waited anxiously for the completion of her somewhat pregnantly paused sentence, then he decided to add his own input. "I think we all could use a little break, sir. I personally want to see the inside of Starbase Geneva", said Donaldson. Yelena furrowed her brow slightly, then she kicked the chair forwards again to sit normally & in a more suitable, upright position before addressing the Ensign. "Of course, I see no reason why you cannot go right away, we are ok here at the moment, Yates is still onboard, the last time I saw him he was playing with that damned cube of his", said Yelena, mildly amused at the thought of the big man playing with a toy. "Are we sending people over there in groups or individually? I’d like to be accompanied by Counselor Kreung if that’s not too much trouble. We have a mutual friend on the starbase that I think she’ll want to see", said Donaldson in that same, hopeful tone of voice that he'd used beforehand. "Well, I can't speak for the Counsellor's schedule of course, if she's available though I say go ahead", said Yelena. "I'm sure everyone will be itching to explore Geneva, why, even I myself will be going ashore as well soon", she added. "Hopefully, I'll find a damned computer library with fully intact files", she added, thinking back to the apparent loss of her own files once again. "You go ahead Ensign", said the Security Chief, "have some fun, lord knows we have all deserved it" (Reply Donaldson, IYW) Ensign Donaldson smiled appreciatively & then turned about to head off in search of the aforementioned Kreung. (Reply Donaldson, IYW) (posted by Alan Reading) (USS Spectre – Security Chief’s Office – TAC/ASC Charles”Chuck” Donaldson - 10:51) "You go ahead Ensign", said the Security Chief, "have some fun, lord knows we have all deserved it" “Thank you, sir. I’ll try to ‘have some fun’ while I’m there,” Chuck smiled. NRPG: jumping ahead just a bit. Lorna, this assumes a prior meeting between our characters during the two month jump. RPG: (Reply None) (Posted by Anton Taylor) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - Captain T'Vhor - 10:55) Whilst approaching the Doctors domain, the Captain had drawn a deep breath, knowing as he did so that the task ahead of him was not a pleasant one. In his own mind, he knew that the Doctor must surely have been going out of his mind by now, with the seemingly indefatigable onslaught heaped upon him by Starfleet intelligence. The Spectre had just completed a mission spanning more than sixty days during which, the man himself had been shadowed by their operative to an almost inhuman level. That operative though was now seemingly convinced that the claims against Williams were either unfounded, or trumped up by person or persons unknown. One would assume that with this in mind, that would be all there was to it & yet now, the Captain had to escort him to SFI interrogation to face yet more indignity. Entering sickbay, the Captain spied the erstwhile medic at work at one of the medical database consoles. As ever, the man was just doing what came naturally, namely immersing himself in what he did best.... Medicine. The Captain came to a halt directly behind him, then he announced his presence with a 'ahem'. (Reply Williams) Captain T'Vhor wasted no time at all now in coming to the crux of the matter, it would not have been logical to do otherwise after all, what would have been the point? "Doctor", said the Captain, "I'm afraid that I must escort you to SFI on Geneva by order of Agent Simmons", he added. (Reply Williams) "I don't want you to worry Doctor, this will not take long", said the Captain, "you will be free to do as you please within no time at all I'm sure", he added. (Reply Williams) (Posted by Alan Reading) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - CMO Williams - 10:57) Andrew was looking at the database with deep thought. ~No not that one, No definatly not that one, Come on there must be something in here that will be okay?~ He scrolled down further. ~Douwys will have a fit if I get Tolok bag dung all over the carpet but it does have wonderful healing qualities~ 'Ahem'. Andrew turned and saw T'Vhor standing near him. "Hallo Captain. Is their anything I can do for you?" "Doctor", said the Captain, "I'm afraid that I must escort you to SFI on Geneva by order of Agent Simmons", ~Ow b******s~ Andrews smile vanished. He had been able to keep his mind off the SFI for some time. He had realised that it would come back just had not wanted it to. "Wonderful." he sighed. "I don't want you to worry Doctor, this will not take long", said the Captain, "you will be free to do as you please within no time at all I'm sure", Andrew nodded and gave him a sad smile. "Thank you Captain I appreciate that." He logged himself off the console and turned back to T'Vhor. ~Better get this over with~ "After you Captain." (reply T'Vhor) (reply T'Vhor, any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre – Jynea’s Quarters – TAC/ASC Charles”Chuck” Donaldson – 10:57) “I was hoping you’d like to accompany me over to Geneva. The big Gorn is over there and I had hoped to see him,” Chuck paused and ran his fingers around his implant. “The truth is, I’d rather be sure I’ve got somebody on my side over there.” (reply Kreung) “It promises to be a real ‘experience’.” Chuck said. (reply Kreung, IYW) “The last time I was on a starbase was DS14. For me Geneva marks a new chapter, not that I’ve abandoned the old memories – just making some new ones.” Chuck said, trying to smile through some painful thoughts. (reply Kreung) (reply Kreung, any) (posted by Anton Taylor) (USS Spectre - Jynea's Quarters - Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 11:00) Jynea had been taking her morning nap when her door chime sounded. She was tempted to just ignore it and roll over and go back to sleep, but Mark thumped several times. ~Intruder!! Danger! Intruder!!~ Jynea rolled over and gave her rabbit a hairy eyeball. "They're on the other side of the door, silly. Not like they're going to barge through it!" The door chimed again. Oh, right, she should probably answer that. Grabbing a robe, she pulled it around her and went and answered the door to see a startled Security officer. Apparently he didn't expect her to be in her pyjamas at eleven hundred. "Good Morning Ensign Donaldson, how may I be of assistance?" Jynea asked. "I was hoping you'd like to accompany me over to Geneva. The big Gorn is over there and I had hoped to see him," Chuck paused and ran his fingers around his implant. "The truth is, I'd rather be sure I've got somebody on my side over there." Jynea smiled happily, "Absolutely! Come in while I get dressed." She stepped back into her quarters and headed towards the bedroom. Mark, having decided that this intruder was now in HIS warren, and didn't smell TOO much like a predator, came charging out growling. It may have been fierce and terrifying if the little guy wasn't just so cute. Jynea scooped him up as he tried to run past. "Sorry about Mark. He's .. uhm. Well, a rabbit." She had no other justification for the small mammal's strange behaviour. (reply Chuck, IYW) "So why would you need the protection of a small, underweight counsellor?" Jynea called from the bedroom where she was getting dressed. "It promises to be a real 'experience'." Chuck said. Jynea knew she was supposed to prompt for more information, seemed like the Security Officer wanted to talk about it, somewhat, but she wasn't quite sure what would be an appropriate nudge and what would send him diving for emotional cover. She decided on a non-committal "Mrrrgf?" as she pulled her duty tunic over her head. "The last time I was on a starbase was DS14. For me Geneva marks a new chapter, not that I've abandoned the old memories - just making some new ones." Chuck said, trying to smile through some painful thoughts. Jynea came out doing up her duty jacket, "Ooh. Your dance with the Borg?" she asked undiplomatically and visibly winced. "See, this is why I'll never make full counsellor, subtly of a charging Targ." (reply Chuck, IYW) "Anyway - happy to go with you to find a Gorn, chase away bad memories and you can keep me from getting too lost. I've only been on the space stations at Earth, I don't know what to expect outside of training simulations!" She gave him a happy friendly smile. (reply Chuck, any) (posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Jynea's Quarters - TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 11:02 ) "Sorry about Mark. He's .. uhm. Well, a rabbit." Jynea said strangely. “Yes, I’ve seen a rabbit once before.” Chuck said trying not to pick up a large conversation about the four-legged creature. ~I once knew a Klingon who ate nothing but rabbit, I suppose that counts.~ Chuck thought. "So why would you need the protection of a small, underweight counsellor?" Jynea called from the bedroom where she was getting dressed. ~Underweight? I guess that’s how she sees herself . . . self-hypnotic-negative-imagery.~ thought Chuck "It promises to be a real 'experience'." Chuck said. ~Clever reply Chuck, now she’ll know for sure you’ve got a forty-seven card deck.~ he thought frowning a little. Seriously, how was he supposed to carry on an intelligent conversation with her not even in the room. "The last time I was on a starbase was DS14. For me Geneva marks a new chapter, not that I've abandoned the old memories - just making some new ones." Chuck said, trying to smile. Jynea came out doing up her duty jacket, "Ooh. Your dance with the Borg?" she asked undiplomatically and visibly winced. "See, this is why I'll never make full counselor, subtly of a charging Targ." “Charging Targ’s don’t wince.” Chuck smiled. Twirling and whirling drones danced in his mind . . . despite his experiences with the Borg his sense of humor was intact . . . probably one of the few things . . . well, that and a penchant for calculating. "Anyway - happy to go with you to find a Gorn, chase away bad memories, and you can keep me from getting too lost. I've only been on the space stations at Earth, I don't know what to expect outside of training simulations!" Jynea flashed a friendly smile. ~To Geneva we go…~ thought Chuck. (reply Kreung, any) (posted by Anton Taylor) (USS Spectre – Docking Connector Three – TAC/ASC Charles”Chuck” Donaldson – 11:10) “Well, here we go are you ready?” asked Chuck. (reply Kreung) “We’re soon to be setting foot on Geneva. I’m going to check the bar scene first I think, will you join me?” Chuck asked. (reply Kreung) “Hey, that’s no big deal, we can meet up again later.” Chuck said. He would have politely offered her a friendly arm but the gesture would be strange and being that close to others wasn’t in his nature. (reply Kreung) ~She thinks I meant it, why would I abandon a friend like that? Ah, well, it gives me a chance to investigate the base a little.~ thought Chuck. He tried to stifle his disappointment at having a practical joke backfire but he was sure it showed. (Reply Kreung) (Posted by Anton Taylor) (USS Spectre – Docking Connector Three – Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung – 11:12) “Well, here we go are you ready?” asked Chuck. Jynea smiled, "Are they ready for us, isn't that the real question? Do we have any plans?" She asked, tilting her head to one side to look up at the taller human. “We’re soon to be setting foot on Geneva. I’m going to check the bar scene first I think, will you join me?” Chuck asked. Jynea smiled, "I'm not much for drinking, I was thinking of perhaps doing some shopping, my Mom's birthday is coming up." “Hey, that’s no big deal, we can meet up again later.” Chuck said. Jynea was a little startled, she'd thought Chuck had wanted accompaniment until he dealt with ghosts and shadows, but maybe he'd gotten it all sorted out already? He didn't seem to be unsteady emotionally, anyway! "Okay, why don't we meet up for lunch in an hour and a half then?" She suggested. Ensign Donaldson didn't seem happy at that suggestion either, Jynea was mystified. Had she missed the blatantly obvious again? She kept getting very mixed readings from the security officer. Perhaps it was his own dual nature? Pre-Borg vs. Post-Borg? All she knew was she was very much out of her depth and she didn't know if he wanted to be left alone or not! Or maybe he didn't want to meet up with her at all? Was he regretting his choice in companions already? "Well, let me know either way," Jynea said with a smile, trying to look a lot more self-confident and assured than she felt. (Reply Donaldson) (Posted by Lorna Appleby) (USS Spectre – Docking Connector Three – Charles “Chuck” Donaldson – 11:16) "Well, let me know either way," Jynea said with a smile, trying to look a lot more self-confident and assured than she felt. “That’s fine, what time is it? 11:15 or something like that - we can meet for lunch around 12:45.” Chuck said still a bit exasperated that the Counselor hadn’t caught his joke. ~Something tells me I’m not the only crazy one.~ He thought. Chuck walked away from Jynea. He didn’t quite march - trying still not to offend her. Slight damage had marred them both already, he thought he should pull the meeting like a bandage. (Reply None) (Posted by Anton Taylor) (USS Spectre - Junior Officer's Quarters - Ensign Ardena Carrow - 11:30) Her alarm had gone off at 0630 like it did most mornings, but after several nights of no sleep, half Vulcan or not, she'd told it to shut up, posted to her superior officer she was taking the day off due to physical and mental exhaustion and went back to sleep. It wasn't until the Captain had entered her mind and set her shielding had she realized how much she was picking up from the people around her. Vulcans were supposed to be touch-telepaths. What that meant to t he average sapient was Vulcans had to touch you to be able to manipulate your mind, but it didn't mean their sensitivity wasn't effected by those around. With her failing shielding, it had like being in the middle of an auditorium before a meeting. Buzzing of voices who didn't quite form words, a general smothering of the feelings around her but unable to sense who was sending what. A gentle shudder as she awoke to silence in mind. Who knew how long the Captain's work would hold, but she had the strangest craving for Plomeek soup and carthial bread. She didn't think she'd ever had either before in her life, but apparently she wanted them. If this was the only side effect from Captain T'Vhor going through her head, she could live with it. The Captain had a very thorough and scientific touch. Like a surgeon with a scalpel, he'd identified the problems in her head, repaired it and withdrew, leaving on the slightest sign he'd even been there. As far as mental scarring went, a craving for Vulcan foods seemed minor. She could only wonder what the poor man had picked up from her chaotic mind. A crease between his eyes made her think the least of it was a headache. Ardena rolled off her bed to the chirping of her birds, the fake sun having almost reached the zenith of her living room. She walked through the room, the birds barely stopping, more than used to her presence. Checking her energy credit availability Ardena decided she could afford an aquatic shower this morning and not put a dent in her transportation allowance if she wanted her trip to the conference on Kal'esta Three. It wasn't directly related to her duties, so she had to use her own leave time and credit for it. She stretched, feeling relaxed for the first time in what seemed like a week. Under the cascading water she had the oddest sensation she was smelling flowers. She stuck her head out of the stream and took several cautious sniffs. Nothing. How very, very strange. Maybe she should make an appointment with a doctor and get a brain scan done. Something was definitely going on upstairs.. could it just be a remnant link to the Captain? Deciding she wasn't going to enjoy this shower after all, she shut off the water and turned it back to sonic vibrations. With dirt, oils and fluids removed, she pulled on a pair of utility pants and a sloppy shirt. The pants, she discovered, had a non-functioning tricorder from her holodeck archaeological sim. Oops, she must have tried to clean the pants with the tricorder in there. With a sigh she dumped into a tray by the door to be brought down to engineering for repair. She was SURE they'd be thrilled. Ardena sat down at her terminal and tried to find out if she could get a holo-net to her father. Distance and relays said no, audio-visual direct time wasn't feasible either. Her credit scavenging side was happy at the news even if her worried half wasn't. Who knew what turn around would be, she didn't even know if outgoing and incoming were still being scanned by security. However, anyone who did, would probably have access to both her and T'Vhor's logs, so it wasn't like any secrets would be getting out. "Computer, begin recording message for Sarded in Vancouver Alpha, Terra." [Recording initiated] "Hey Dad," she started, worrying a hand through her hair, "Since I haven't been home in a while, I found out why you insisted I come home so often.. and regularly. Fortunately, Captain T'Vhol has managed to patch things up.. but a life of sticking my head in the sand has really caught up with me. Guess I'll be taking my lessons after all.. just a couple decades later than I should have. Tell Mum you told her so for me. I know, I know, the illogic of the action serves no rational purpose. Will let you know how it goes." Ardena paused, "Computer send message." [Message Queued for sending.] "Blah blah." Ardena muttered and considered her options. She could file for some shoreleave and go see if one Space station was pretty much like every other space station. She could pick out a book to re-read and flop on the couch. She wrinkled her nose and glanced around the room doing its impression of a jungle and was fairly sure she still HAD a couch somewhere in the brush.. She could go back to bed. Or she could get back to work and at least recover a half shift. It wasn't a very hard decision, looking like a grad student from any of a thousand universities, Ardena headed to the Science department. Since it was a day off, sick or not, she didn't have to put on the itchy, too tight uniform. So nyah. (reply none, any) (Posted by Lorna) (Starbase Geneva - Starfleet Intelligence - Captain T'Vhor - 11:30) "I take it your the Captain of the USS Spectre".... The voice had been tinged with hostility at it's delivery, the tone more a statement than a question. The man was clearly disgruntled about something & the fact that he knew who had just walked into the room, suggested that the report that had obviously already been filed by Smith, had not gone down well at all. "I AM, Captain T'Vhor", said the Vulcan hybrid, "I am here to represent my officer & to ensure that he receives fair treatment in your charge, I am sure you have alread......", he added just as the SFI officer behind the desk cut him off abruptly, mid sentence. "I know why you are here Captain", said Simmons slamming a PADD onto the table to emphasize his obvious disapproval. "Take a seat, along with your....Officer", he added glancing towards Doctor Williams regardingly now as he spoke. The Captain was in no mood to verbally spar with the SFI Officer & he quickly took the offered seat & prepared himself for whatever new disclosures might now be heaped upon the long suffering Doctor. (Reply None, Any) (Posted by Alan Reading) (Starbase Geneva - Interrogation room five – CMO Williams - 11:50) Andrew sat at a table in a small bare grey room with T'Vhor. He felt that he had been there for hours. There was a man sitting across from him. He had introduced himself as Agent Simmons who was looking at his case. He totally ignored T'Vhor and began to ask him questions. He had asked him questions about his parents and his family. About his time on the Nightingale. About his time in the academy. About whom his friends were what he liked to do. Simmons then picked up a PADD he had with him and began reading it. Andrew tried not to fidget as he sat waiting in silence for what seamed like hours for Simmons to finish reading. “When was the last time you saw your sister?” Andrew was taken aback by the voice. It took him a few seconds to realise that Simmons was talking to him. “Not for years. Probably the last time that I actually saw her was my third year in the academy when she visited me. The last time I spoke to her was on the Spectre when she told me about the bomb.” Simmons did not look up he was still looking at the PADD. “So at this point did you know that she was a traitor?” Andrew shook his head. “No.I only found that out when your colleges arrested me on Starbase 375.” Simmons looked up at him and slowly put the PADD onto the table. “Did you not think it was a little bit suspicious that she used an encoded comm Signal to talk to you?” “She used SFI encoded signals it was what she always used. She said that it kept things that needed to be private, private.” Simmons gave him a long hard stare. “You realise that if you are found to be a traitor in a time of war, there will be no trial or court marshal. You will be taken to Rura Penthe as a permanent inmate. There will be a nice place marked out for you.” Andrew looked hard back at Simmons. He was tired and had, had enough of Simmons attitude. “Look Agent. If you are going to charge me, then charge me. I’ve had enough of this I have patients to look after.” Simmons entered a command on the Padd and then looked back at him. “You can go.” Andrew frowned at the answer. “What! is that it.” “What did you want death by firing squad. There is not enough evidence to let the charges of traitor stick so you are being released, but you be careful, we will be watching closely mark my words.” Simmons glared hard at him. Andrew paused for a moment as he realised what Simmons had said sunk in. He looked at T'Vhor and stood up. He then quickly left the room without a second glance. He wanted to get as far way from Simmons as possible. (reply T'Vhor, any) (posted by Robbie) (Starbase Geneva - Corridor - Captain T'Vhor - 11:52) It had been most strange, Simmons had been a veritable concoction of foul & inappropriate behaviour in regards his dealings with the Doctor, it seemed as though the man had him guilty as charged regardless of the overwhelming evidence contradicting it. The Captain & Doctor Williams had of course listened intently, as Simmons went on to grill his charge on matters ranging from his family, to what type of food he had a preference for & yet, by the end of it all, he was no wiser than he had been at the very start of the meeting. Then he had simply dismissed him, with a simple wave of a hand, he had rather bizarrely informed the Doctor there were no charges to answer. The Captain was intrigued, all of this seemed illogical in the extreme. One minute the Doctor had been a traitor, the next a free man. Williams had looked relieved nonetheless as he stood & made for the exit as the Captain stood & followed suit. Now, as they walked along the corridor towards a nearby turbolift, T'Vhor found himself wondering in retrospect about Agent Smith & her part in all of this. Where would she go now? what would be her next task he wondered, remembering back to the first time she'd set foot upon the Spectre's deck plates & informed the CO rather arrogantly, that she was not overly pleased at having been reduced to the role of a damned babysitter. It was true that during the mission, she had in fact proved herself to be an exemplary officer & if the truth be known, the Captain had clearly sensed her disillusionment at being ordered off the ship to return to her standard SFI duties, when she'd arrived in his ready room to discuss this. With that in mind, Captain T'Vhor pondered further as he & the Doctor entered the turbolift, the Doctor haphazardly informing the computer that he needed a drink as they did so, thus leaving the computer to choose their destination for them. Obviously then, the lift was headed towards the nearest deck with a bar! As for Smith. Perhaps there was room for the diminutive one time irritant onboard after all, the Captain would put it to her later, after he had accompanied Williams to wherever it was that he was about to end up. (Reply None, Any) (Posted by Alan Reading) (Starbase Geneva – Docking Ring – TAC/ASC Charles”Chuck” Donaldson – 11:54) Chuck had been standing amongst a crowd of people headed both to and from the Spectre. Spectre crewmen disembarked on their own leave and engineers and specialists filed onto the ship to get repairs and refits under way. Chuck had followed closely behind Jynea but stayed ‘in the shadows’ of the crowd. A man had come up to him trying to sell a “Latinum purifier”. Chuck knew full well it was a scam, Latinum’s value is in the difficult purification process. A professional dabo gambler always directly questions such a scheme. The would-be scam artist had skulked away in disgust and left Chuck grinning from ear to ear. Watching criminals squirm was his idea of fun . . . maybe that’s why he fit in the security uniform. Now, Chuck followed Jynea from a little further behind. The crowd thinned the further they got from the docking connector. He thought Jynea might see him and be confused. It certainly didn’t look apprpriate – Chuck’s natural curiosity drove him forward. (Reply None, Any) (Posted by Anton Taylor) (Starbase Geneva - Docking Ring - Jose Ramirez, Michelle to Twinpoints & Jynea Kreung - 11:56) "What are you staring at?" Michelle asked, standing on her tip toes to try and peer over Ramirez's shoulder. Failing to see over even the shoulder of the short marine she poked him in the back of the knees with her tail. "Gah! Don'ts be doing that chica!" Ramirez whirled, which gave Michelle time to see the Orion. "Oh, Orions again." Michelle rolled her eyes, "C'mon Ramirez, they're neither stalking your or conspiring against the Federation." ~Spirits know that there's enough people inside the Federation doing that.~ "'shelle!" Ramirez protested, "When did we start letting the green skins into fleet, eh?" He pointed at the young Orion woman who was examining some of the cloth available at a cart. Security would probably be along to shoo off the peddler soon enough. "Oh Rammy!" Michelle protested, tail lashing. "They let in a genetically fixed half-breed Eeiauon and you in, they'll let anyone in. C'mon, I'm hungry, lets go get some fish." "You always want fish, Chica!" Ramirez told her sourly, eyes not being removed from the Orion. "I'm gonna go talks to her!" "Oh for the love of.." Michelle muttered and wrapped her tail around his wrist, "Ramirez! You are supposed to be escorting me to Earth for testing, making sure I'm not a threat to galaxy, Fleet or life everywhere, aren't you?" "Yes - but you're O.K. Chica. Those fish people may have mades you a new body, buts its still you!" Ramirez thought the whole thing was kind of weird. Michelle had been dead, then she wasn't. He just liked to blow things up, who was he to know about this stuff? They wanted a security escort that would be inconspicuous but deadly, that meant a marine. They wanted one who would know if Michelle wasn't Michelle, that was Jose Ramirez.. why, he's known her since she was an enlisted and taking notes for Captain Celaan! "If you say so," Michelle said doubtfully, "Who knows what else they stuck in my head." Ramirez patted the tail end still wrapped around his wrist, "Nah, you're O.K. I'd know if you were all wonky upstairs!" He then proceeded to march towards the Orion woman who he seemed determined to get answers from. With a yelp of pulled tail, Michelle unwrapped the appendage from the marine and followed with a sigh. "Hey Chica!" Ramirez said brightly as he came within hailing distance. "When'd they start letting Orion dancing girls into - OW! 'Shelle!" He turned on the ex-counsellor with a grumpy glare. "Not all Orion females are 'dancing girls' no matter what your wilful ignorance chooses to believe Jose Manuel Ramirez!" Michelle scolded him and looked to the woman, no, a girl, upon closer inspection, who was slowly starting to back away from them. "I most sincerely apologize for my companion Ensign. He's been in combat too long." She shot him another glare. "Maybe you have changed, you nevers used to hit me!" Ramirez complained. He wilted under the stern glare of a woman five years his junior and three inches his shorter. "Yeah yeah, I'm sorry, k Ensign? Ramirez didn't mean nothin.." "Er, right." Jynea managed, looking between a human looking woman with cat ears, standing on cat legs from the knee down and a long, gesturing cat tail and the swarthy, ill mannered marine. "I'll just take note of that.." She wondered how she could find Chuck again in a hurry. Having someone big, or in security, better yet both!, seemed like a really good idea right about now. If she were a Security guard, which bar would she have gone to? "Now you've frightened her." Michelle hissed to Ramirez. Her sensitive nose picking up the emotions of all those around her easily. Jose Ramirez was remembering why he both loved and hated Michelle to Twinpoints. A real thorn in his foot she was! "Its just that, Ensign, seems like whenever your peoples are about, bad things happen to me and the peoples I care about." "My people? Would that be counsellors, regular fleet or people raised on Earth?" Jynea asked, getting just a little tired of the preconceived notions which were grossly inaccurate. The half-catlady snickered. SNICKERED. "What's so funny?" Jynea asked, feeling more cross that weirded out at the moment. "I remember having a very similar conversation with a certain marine when *we* first met." Michelle replied, eyes dancing with amusement. "Awww, c'mon! I'm not that bad!" Ramirez gave his best wounded innocent look. "I do remember threatening with mental stability scans to get you to back off.." Michelle teased. "Awww, maaan.." "You're a counsellor too?" Jynea asked, ignoring the upset soldier.. who she thought would be scuffing his boots on the carpet any minute now. "Yes ma'am, last assigned to.." There was a pause while Michelle back tracked to her last official post, ".. Serag VI, in Cardassia, after the war." Jynea raised an eyebrow involuntarily. That was a while ago! Had the Lieutenant just signed back up? "C'mon, how about I buy you ladies a drink to make up for bad manners?" Ramirez asked with his most winning smile. "C'mon the transports not leavin' for four hours.." he wheedled. "You heading in system or out?" Jynea asked, curiosity growing despite herself. "Oh, we're heading back to Terra. You?" Michelle asked while trying to decide if she dared trust Ramirez in an establishment with alcohol again. "Not sure, I just came in on the Spectre." Jynea said with a gesture to the far docking connector. "I'm sure I'll find out when we get there." "Ah, I remember that well." Her brows wrinkled, "Why did I rejoin Fleet?" she asked somewhat rhetorically. "Nothing betters to do with your time?" Ramirez teased. "Must be." Michelle said with a half smile. "Well, I'd prefer tea to beer.. If you'd like company for a while, Ensign..?" "Kreung. Ensign Jynea Kreung, Spectre's Morale Officer." Jynea gave a mental shrug, how much trouble could get to on a Federation space station? It wasn't like they let Ferengi run wild. "And sure, I'm always up for making new friends." The two ladies were several steps down the corridor before Michelle realized Ramirez wasn't following, "You coming?" She called. "Huh? Oh.. yeah.. of course." Ramirez looked down the corridor towards the Spectre and then back towards the Orion. What was one of the least trusted species doing on one of the Fleet's most secure and important vessels? (Reply none, any) (Posted by : Lorna) (Starbase Geneva – Docking Ring – TAC/ASC Charles”Chuck” Donaldson – 11:58) ~It never fails, I always find the ‘wrong side of the tracks’~ thought Chuck. Jynea was roaming around shopping at ill-repute places. Chuck would have warned her about the neighborhood but . . . Anyway, without being seen Chuck followed her. Jynea dodged beside a cart full of replicated clothe and began rifling through the contents. Two obviously strange characters seemed to notice Jynea. ~The one has the swagger of a Marine, but the Cat-lady isn’t quite so aggressive.~ thought Chuck. Chuck folded his arms and leaned against a wall to watch. Chuck’s mind was on his phaser (he had carried it concealed under his uniform jacket just in case). The next thing he knew Jynea seemed to be enjoying the company of the strange duo. “Who knew, the counselor seems at home . . .” Chuck muttered to himself. With a half smile he unfolded his arms and began walking in the other direction. “Time for some recreation.” He said to himself straightening his back and ‘walking tall’. (reply Kreung, any) (posted by Anton Taylor) (Starbase Geneva - SeaQuest Lounge - CMO - Williams - 11:58) Andrew sat down at a table as he looked around at the slightly strange design of the bar. It had been kitted out like the inside of a very large submarine. Complete with port holes looking into the depths. ~Bet the federation Navel boys get a kick out of this place~ He looked back at his Captain who had taken a seat across from him. ~I need a drink of some sort~ "I'm going to get a drink. Can I get you something to drink Captain?" (reply T'Vhor) Andrew nodded and went over to the bar. he watched as the bar lady came over to him. ~What shall I have. something non alcoholic I'm still on duty Pity~ He gave his order and then returned to the table with them. As he sipped his drink he realised that he had not thanked T'Vhor for accompanying him to the interrogation. "Thank you Captain for coming with me. I really appreciate it." (reply T'Vhor) "I am sorry that I have caused so much trouble and endangered the ship and crew. If I had realised that Audrey was a traitor then this would not have happened. She always was so secretive. It was part of her job but I just had no idea." (reply T'Vhor) (reply T'Vhor, any) (posted by Robbie) (Starbase Geneva – Docking Ring – Lance Corporal Jose Ramirez – 12:00) Ramirez spotted Jynea's tail as Michelle and the Orion girl were chatting up a storm and heading to the Promenade to find a restaurant or café'. He cursed himself for not paying more attention. He was so busy trying to keep an eye on Michelle and whatever problems she might have and be, he hadn't been paying attention to the Orion's environment. Well, it looked like the pyjama boys up at 'Fleet were as suspicious about the little dancer as he was if they had a security person following her around to keep an eye on her. Ramirez knew this was the perfect environment for her to make an information drop if she was going to be. He doubted she had already, she probably wanted to get rid of her tail first. Ramirez followed after Michelle, wishing he had a partner on this assignment. He couldn't keep a good enough eye on Jynea's tail while tailing the two females. Michelle was a pacifist and would run and hide from combat, who knows what the other blue shirt would do. Especially troublesome was Michelle refused to wear her uniform since they were supposedly off-duty. A tank top, cut-off shorts and a duty belt didn't exactly scream 'protected Starfleet officer.' Ramirez let out a frustrated sigh, his only choice was to trust this security officer could do his bit and leave Ramirez to concentrate on doing *his* job, which was protecting Michelle first, the Federation second, and possible pirate spies third. As far as he could tell, the Orion was oblivious to her tail, but if she was a spy she'd also be a good actress. No one can be as clueless and naive as this chica was pretending to be and make it through the academy! There had to be substance in that supposed air-head or she wouldn't be where she was. Unless, of course, Fleet was playing along.. best spy there was was the spy you could feed.. Ramirez ground his teeth as he worked through the crowd, with the civil war going on, the left hand didn't know what the right was doing even more than usual. He didn't even know who he could trust anymore at Corps HQ. He wished Brunny was here and not for the first time. This thinking stuff was for officers, not grunts! Seeing the two girls finally settling on a café, Ramirez decided to sit a little way away from them. He could pick up their conversation with an enhancer as well as look out for trouble. The Security officer could take the other surveillance.. Ramirez looked around and rolled his eyes. Typical Fleet! Just when you found a use for them, they disappeared! The chico had probably figured that since Ramirez was here to watch the Orion he could run off to the nearest Dabo girl! Ramirez let out a frustrated sight and chose a different table so he could watch the promenade, Michelle, the Orion AND the exit. Stupido Security.. doubling his workload! (Reply any) (Posted by Lorna) (Starbase Geneva - SeaQuest Lounge - Captain T'Vhor - 12:00) The Seaquest lounge had been the suggested destination given them by the computer whilst within the turbolift, & on reflection, it did indeed meet the requirements of the Doctors request in that drink flowed a plenty from behind it's three, equidistantly placed bars. Being that the Geneva station itself was a huge operational base, it went without saying that there were many races represented here, the lesser known & the more common & each seemingly taking advantage of the facility's available, whilst appropriate music played throughout. "I'm going to get a drink. Can I get you something to drink Captain?", said Doctor Williams standing from the seat he had occupied for the last five or so minutes. The Captain turned his attention away from the spectacle he had been observing at that moment in time, namely, the interaction that had been taking place between an Orion woman & an Andorian male, & responded to the Doctors question. "Thank you Andrew, a fruit juice would be most refreshing", said the Captain. The Doctor nodded & then went to the bar, whilst the Captain returned his attention to the Orion & Andorian exchange taking place to his immediate right. The woman seemed familiar to him in some way but he couldn't place why that was, as for the Andorian male, he seemed to be no different from any other Andorian he had ever met. The Orion however certainly was a puzzle. It was then though that the Doctor returned with the requested beverages to retake his seat opposite the Captain. He took one sip of his own drink, then he turned his attention to the Captain once again. "Thank you Captain for coming with me. I really appreciate it", said Williams. The Captain took a sip of his drink, then he glanced towards the Doctor, the question of just who the Orion was still hanging in his head. "You are an officer under my command Doctor, I have a duty to my crew & it would have been illogical for me to do otherwise", said the Captain as he took another sip of the cool, refreshing liquid. The Doctor simply nodded, his gratitude had been acknowledged of course for the Captain considered the Doctor to be not only an Officer under his command, but a friend as well. "I am sorry that I have caused so much trouble and endangered the ship and crew. If I had realized that Audrey was a traitor then this would not have happened. She always was so secretive. It was part of her job but I just had no idea.", said the Doctor. "Andrew", said the Captain placing his glass down onto the table now, "please, this was not your fault, you cannot be held responsible for the actions of your sister, she chose her own path & she alone must face the consequences of wherever that path might lead", he added. (Reply Williams) The Captain nodded, "I am aware of that of course, blood ties us & it IS logical to feel a certain responsibility", said the Captain, "what you must know now though is that neither myself, nor any member of this crew holds you responsible for this", he added as he returned his attention to the Orion & Andorian only to find that they had now seemingly left the lounge. T'Vhor glanced about the room in search of them, then on finding them nowhere in the bar, he returned to his drink again with a cursory glance towards Williams. "Put this aside Doctor & dwell upon it no more, drink your drink", said the Captain, "you have earned it".... (Reply Williams, Any) (Posted by Alan Reading) (Romulus - Romulan Senate - Proconsul T'hara-Jotal - 12:00) It was with some eagerness today that Proconsul T'hara-Jotal had arrived at the senate, a certain Tal Shiar officers report gripped firmly in his hand upon his arrival there. It was known to most that he had of course been receiving information directly from his contact on the DihVael for some time now, but this new report went one step closer to confirming that things were, once again, seen to be moving in regards the 52nd fleet/Klingon alliance. It went without saying of course that the Tal Shiar were already becoming increasingly concerned over recent, seemingly hostile deployments by the 52nd fleet directly along their borders, & this new report only added to the tension already being created. The Romulan senate itself however, still appeared unwilling to sanction an all out assault upon the Federation, regardless of the fact that there were those amongst them that felt that this was exactly the course they should in fact be taking. Jotal himself, enthused as he now was took a deep breath inwards as he stepped up to the raised dais to begin his report, the Imperial praetor regarding him closely as he did so. If the truth were to be known, the Proconsul was already beginning to get a reputation for himself amongst the senate as being a bit of a warmonger & a harbinger of ill luck. Twice already he had threatened the security of Commander Talok, the DihVaels most respected Commander with misplaced & reputed allegations concerning his loyalty to Romulus, & twice he had requested that the Praetor see sense & deploy the fleet for a tactical strike before it was too late. This had all come about no doubt, by the direct intervention of Tal Shiar Officer N'Alae of course, stationed as she was onboard Talok's vessel & as such, in a position of frontline awareness of the supposed facts. The fact that N'Alae had become paranoid in the extreme however was neither here nor there, Jotal believed everything she fed him & that was about all there was to it. "Praetor, urgent developments have today come to my attention via my contact aboard the IRW DihVael", said the Proconsul as he began his oratory with gusto. "They, the Federation I mean, have seemingly deployed for a tactical strike against Romulus itself Praetor, the phased cloak federation vessel reported earlier was not a ruse at all, it was very real & their intentions in regards Romulus are now to be seen as nothing short of attrition", said the Proconsul as those assembled muttered amongst themselves in a low, but audible note of obvious disquiet. The Imperial Praetor had huffed at the announcement & then turned towards an adviser standing beside him, then he leaned forwards in his chair at the Proconsul's words, his frown now obvious as he did so. "But nothing has happened Jotal, Romulus is still here despite your past reports as you can see", said the Praetor waving his hands around him now so as to indicate that very fact to the gallery, "no cloaked ships are hiding within our homeworld & the very vessel you refer to, this vessel of mass destruction, was escorted back to Federation space & then tracked to the Bajoran system you claim to be the staging point of an invasion against us", he added. "Praetor, the Tal Shiar are increasingly confident of the 52nd fleets intentions", said Jotal, "sooner or later, they will attack & if we do not act first.....", he added pausing briefly now. ".....Romulus will fall". The resultant silence at the Proconsuls ominous words was broken only a few moments later by the Praetor slamming his fist onto the table before him in anger, then he stood from his chair, an act which was to cause the Proconsul to move visibly backwards in response. "Your reports are unfounded, the fleet will not move to an aggressive position without proof Jotal, it will remain on full deployment & maintain a posture of observation, without aggression until such time as that proof arrives", cried the Praetor, his face remaining impassive now as he stared the Proconsul down before once again retaking his seat some moments later. "So, what proof do you need Praetor?", said Jotal questioning the Praetors judgment now, "what will be considered proof before the senate invokes an aggressive stance, are we to wait until Federation ships can be seen in our skies & the blood of our people is running down the steps of the senate?", he added, his face taking on the appearance now of an impassioned man. "I urge you, read the signs & act, for to do nothing now will spell nothing but misfortune for Romulus & her people", said Jotal. The Praetor fell silent, his head bowed, his face set into stern countenance at the developing powerplay, whilst the audience muttered amongst themselves disquietingly. The Proconsul was a fool of course, he was exhibiting traits not befitting his position & it had aggrieved the Imperial Praetor now to listen to his incessant ranting of war & attack. Turning towards his adviser the Praetor addressed the man for some time, then he returned his attention back towards the Proconsul where he remained waiting upon the dais. "I have heard your report Jotal, I will not plunge Romulus into a war it cannot win", said the Praetor, "you are forgetting that the Klingon's have aligned themselves to Admiral LoDona's forces & as such, they present a formidable force", he added, much to the Proconsuls obvious disapproval. "The fleet will remain on standby, deployed as it now is along our borders & also in cloaked state amongst them", said the Praetor, "if they are indeed intending an attack against Romulus.....we will be ready for them", he added, dismissing the Proconsul with a wave of his hand before moving on to the next item on their already full agenda. (Reply None) (Posted by Alan Reading) (Starbase Geneva - SeaQuest Lounge - CMO Williams - 12:05) "Andrew", "please, this was not your fault, you cannot be held responsible for the actions of your sister, she chose her own path & she alone must face the consequences of wherever that path might lead", Andrew paused for a moment. he was not sure but he though that it was the first time that he had heard T'Vhor using his first name. He shook it off and sipped his drink. "Yes Captain. Its just that she is my sister." He sighed sadly. "I am aware of that of course, blood ties us & it IS logical to feel a certain responsibility", "what you must know now though is that neither myself, nor any member of this crew holds you responsible for this", Andrew nodded as T'Vhors words sunk in. "Put this aside Doctor & dwell upon it no more, drink your drink", said the Captain, "you have earned it".... Andrew nodded again as he sipped his drink. ~Okay Andrew pull yourself together~ He looked at T'Vhor. "Sir do you know how long we will be at Geneva?" (reply T'Vhor) (reply T'Vhor, any) (posted by Robbie) (Starbase Geneva, Promenade - LCPL Jose Ramirez - 12:07) Ramirez noted the marine's movement to his table, but didn't pay it much attention until she grabbed a chair to sit on it. Hind brain pointed out she managed to still be in view of both the entrance from the kitchen and the exit. "You'd have a much better chance of scoring if you actually went to talk to them, you know?" she said as she settled, "rather then staring at them like they were a piece of meat on sale at a butchers. "Hey Chica, you're nuts!" Jose protested, "I don't wanna piece of tail!" He seemed oblivious to the irony of the statement when one of the ladies in question did actually have a tail. (Reply Nunez) "Nah, I'm guardin' 'Shelle there, we're old pals. An' the Orion, well, she's an Orion and even her own ship don't trust her man. Though, they seem to have dumped guard duty onto me while I'm here." He suddenly smiled his most winning smile, which really, made a used hover salesman look trustworthy in comparison. "Hey, you're assigned to a ship, eh?" he nodded to the ship patch, "You can do personnel checks right?" (Reply Nunez) (Posted by Lorna) (Starbase Geneva - Upper Promenade - Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung, Lieutenant Michelle to Twinpoints - 12:15) Jynea wrapped her hands around the mug of Chai tea and took in a deep sniff of appreciation. Chai tea always reminded her of warm fireplaces on winter days. "Why's *he* sitting all the way over there?" Jynea finally asked, half a head shake towards where Rameriz was scanning the world around him. "I'd like to say it's consideration for my sensitivity to the smell of alcohol, but I suspect the real reason is he's a paranoid son of a marine." Michelle sighed, tail curling around her leg as she took a sip of her own 'heavenly delights' a Bajoran tea she'd grown to like on the Cardassian colony. "Why does he.." Jynea wanted to say 'hate' but no one seemed to like the word, it was all too often associated with imbalance and obsession, though if the marine Rameriz was balanced, she'd yet to see much evidence of it. "..dislike Orions?" she decided was a safe question. Michelle's nose, able to scent out emotions, was almost as good as a Betazoid's empathy. Of course, you could just sit downwind from her and she'd be forced to give privacy, but she suspected this was a counsellor who'd been thrown into the deep end of the pool and was having trouble swimming. Chappy would chide her that she can't heal the world, but she could sure try! "Well, part of it I know, beyond that, I suspect its bred from before we knew each other on the Sovereign." Michelle held her hand out with a shrug. "Two years ago, I was assigned as the Chief Counselling officer to the USS Integrity." Jynea looked suitably impressed that a now twenty-five year old had been a senior officer so young. "Our last mission, well, my last, not the ship's, last I heard, she was still flying strong, we were dealing with an Orion city-ship invasion on the Sayl'reth border. In the mess, a lot of innocent people were killed, myself amongst them." Jynea managed an "Er.." at this illogical piece of information. How dead was dead? "An aquatic race who are on the other side of Sayl'reth space from us had come to assist and I was working as coordinator on one of their vessels when it was destroyed. The Aaeeroni are .. odd. Very, very old, and very very odd. They don't seem to think in linear time. Anyway, their ships were organic things, and they somehow took all the remains back to their homeworld and took the memories of it and the crew a board and 'regrew' it. Which including regrowing all their crew.. and me." Michelle shook her head. "They tried to explain me is me.. but.." "But how can you be you when you died on that ship so many years ago?" Jynea answered. "Exactly. Did my soul travel on to the great fields, does my spirit dance amongst the stars? Am I now an automaton who just thinks she's Michelle to Twinpoints? I spent some time on Trillista Colony trying to figure it all out, but as nice as the outpost is there, they're more focused on protecting the frontier than figuring out one neurotic counsellor's problems." She sighed, "And then I got summoned to HQ so THEY can figure me out. What I'm worried about is I may not have rights in the Federation.." Jynea bit her lip, "Then maybe shouldn't you talk to an advocate? But I'd think.. I'd think, that if self-aware holograms, and transporter accident clones have rights and citizenship, you would too." Michelle took a sip of her tea, "Yes, the story of Thomas Riker does give me comfort some nights. But who knows what the Aaeeroni did to my mind, body or brain. I don't remember much from my stay with them." Jynea stroked the end of the Michelle's tail, she'd heard Siaovan's liked that, and Michelle seemed more Siaovan than Eeiouan. "I wish I could help you Lieutenant, all I can really suggest is you look up Admiral Clarke when you get to Earth, he was my mentor and is now working in the investigative branch. He should be able to help you with the legal stuff. As far as metaphysical.." Jynea looked down at her tea, "I barely have a handle on the tangible." Michelle smiled gently, "Now, I'm sure it's not as bad as all that.." It was more an offer of opening than closed sympathy. Jynea picked up on the hint for once, "Okay, well, I'm stationed to a ship I know nothing about, in a Federation that's having problems and conflicts I know nothing about, with a crew that all has some sort of deep toxic past individually and I don't know how to help any of them." Well, maybe it was as bad as all that. "All I can say, really, is take one day at a time and deal with the problem in front of you. I'm sure your seniors in Counselling are dealing fine with the crew." "I don't know," Jynea leaned forward, "I don't think the crew likes Lieutenant Taxia much. I haven't seen much of him myself, I'm not even know for sure he's reading my reports." Hmm. That didn't sound like a healthy crew.. and from the number of repair crews heading onto the Spectre, the ship itself had recently had a very bumpy ride. She wondered if she should drop an ear into the Counselling admin on Geneva before she and her trusty sidekick travelled onwards? "I'm sure he is, my experience is senior officers tend to show up when they need to yell at you, and leave you alone when they don't." Michelle reassured the young counsellor. No need to give the Orion grey hairs, sounds like she had enough problems chewing on her non-existent tail. Jynea seemed to perk up at that idea. "That's true.. and its not like we keep the same schedule." "There you go!" Cheered on the senior counsellor, "C'mon, lets go drive Rameriz batty and cheer ourselves up. Geneva has an excellent market, let's go shopping!" (Reply none, any) (Posted by : Lorna) (Starbase Geneva - SeaQuest Lounge - CMO Williams - 12:15) He had wanted to spend some time looking around Geneva. Taking in the sights and the shops but for some strange unknown reason he kept returning to the bar that he and the Captain had drank that day previously. He was looking absent minded at his drink when the barmaid came up to him. "Hey Doc what's the matter with you today." ~Gee its a bad way when the staff get to know you~ He looked up at her and smiled. "I don't know. I've been cooped up on board my ship for over two months. I need to get out." The barlady smiled at him. "Well the promenade is a lovely place to walk and there are a few other places if its to crowded." Andrew nodded. "Now I want to be out there." He nodded towards the window. The Barmaid gave him a strange look. "Doc you can't walk out there its space." Andrew smiled slightly. "That I realise. I mean EVA." The Barmaid paused for a moment. "Why do you want to do that?" "Its my escape from every thing. There is nothing like it and anyway my Captain would go skits if I did it while we were away but now that we are docked I've got a chance." "Why don't you just turn off the gravity?" Andrew smiled. "Its not the same. It has not got the same feel to it. Do you know any one who might be able to help me. The only people who go EVA are engineering teams. they won't let me go out on my own?" The Barmaid smiled for a moment. "I'll see what I can do." She walked away towards a group of people. He could see her talking to one of the group who rose very slowly and began to walkover to him. He could see instantly that the person was a female Elaysians who was using a support frame to walk. The Elaysians sat beside him. "So you want to go for a walk on the shell." "Yes that's what I would like." The Elaysians looked at him sternly. "Hmm. Well get me a drink and we'll talk about it and then I'll decide whether you can come out with us." Andrew nodded. "That's far." He turned to the barmaid who was not far away and ordered a couple of fresh drink. (reply any) (posted by Robbie) (Starbase Geneva, Promenade - Lance Corporal Jose Ramirez - 12:17) "I'm with Troubled Minds on the Champlain. Can I do personnel checks? Sure I can. Will I do one for you? Probably not. Nothing personal but I don't know you from Adam, And Troubled Minds don't train stupid marines. As far I know you could be a Doenitz Spy looking to get info." she replied shrugging. "Pffft, I don't wants to know nothin' secret.. I'm just curious why an Orion is assigned to the supposedly most secure ship in the fleet. I'll gets the info I needs when I get to Earth." It was a long shot at best. So much for the unity of the corps. The she smiled. "But you don't seem the type, and since you're not looking for 'tail' as you so eloquently put it; you can at least introduce a girl." she added. "Okee Dokee." Rameriz didn't move. "Hello ladies." she said as they arrived. " It seems that you are quite the topic of conversation today." she added. Michelle looked at Rameriz who just shrugged. Jynea rolled her eyes. She'd wanted to meet marines, now she was getting them in spades. "Tends to happen when you're the best looking thing on deck." Michelle replied flippantly, tail spiralling in her amusement. "We were going shopping, you and your new lady friend coming too, Rammy?" Rameriz jumped in before his tablemate could protest. "Hey! Chica! Pull your own tail! She's no lady friend of MINE. I don't even know her name, she just sat down and started ordering me about!" "Well, she'll make officer one day then." (Reply iyw :) Michelle just rolled her eyes at the typical enlisted response about officers. Jynea was edging her way towards the door quickly. Michelle caught up, looping her tail around Jynea's wrist. "Now, I think we should start with flowers. Can never go wrong with something pretty in your quarters." Rameriz looked like he wanted to beat his head on the table. "Shopping. 'Shelley does this to me on purpose!" he didn't quite wail to Nunez. "Wish I could pay you to take over.." he grumbled as he got to his feet. "I need a vacation from my vacation, man." (Reply Nunez, any) (Posted by Lorna and her many selves.) (Starbase Geneva – Callahan’s Bar – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson – 12:26) Chuck had been wandering aimlessly for awhile wondering what exactly this Station had to offer him. He had passed by this obvious looking pub and decided to tie one on. Reluctant at first Chuck had entered with his arms pressed against his sides like a robot. He ordered his favorite drink the Ferengi ‘Blackhole’. The waitress brought him a drink which he could have sworn was a glass of tea. Chuck leaned against the bar and peered from his perch around the bar. The lighting was not optimum but Chuck could just make out five figures huddled around a table in the corner of the room opposite the door. It might have been the tea or maybe his overwhelming curiosity but either way Chuck picked his half empty glass off the bar and headed over to the small crowd. To Chuck’s delight the small group was playing Dabo! He smiled widely as he heard the familiar spinning of the wheel. Chuck could see the competitors - a Klingon, two Bajorans, a Talaxian, and a female Andorian. “Is there room for a sixth?” Chuck asked loud enough so they could all hear him but addressed no one in particular. “Your kind are not welcome in this game.” Said the Klingon turning to directly face Chuck. Five pairs of eyes seemed to glare all together. “You don’t need to be so unpleasant.” Remarked Chuck. ~I should just walk away, but . . . ~ thought Chuck. “Humans should not be seen, much less heard.” Muttered the Klingon. “Maybe this human should teach you a lesson.” Growled Chuck. ~What’s in this drink?~ thought Chuck. Without saying a word the Klingon knocked the drink out of Chuck’s hand. It fell and shattered. (Reply None) (Posted by Anton Taylor) (Starbase Geneva - SeaQuest Lounge - CMO Williams - 12:30) Andrew looked at the Elaysian who he had found out was called Paltan. She was the boss of one of the exterior maintenance teams. She looked up from a PADD that he had given her which contained his EVA qualifications. She had been asking a lot of questions which he did not mind due to the fact that she might be putting her life in the hands of some one she did not know. “It says here that you have a combined specialist EVA qualification. There are not many people who have one of those these days. Where did you get it?” Andrew nodded. “Yes is got it when I was low gravity and zero-g medicine. I got my dive part from the navel dive school in Portsmouth. The other was at the EVA training school at the academy” She nodded and then paused to consider her next question. “Did you have a Chief Holiday as your chief dive instructor?” Andrew smiled slightly at the memory “Yes.” “Did you find that he had a soft spot for the fleet cadet?” Andrew almost sprayed Paltan with his drink. “What! No he took grate delight in picking on the fleet cadets as much as he could. I happened to be the only fleet cadet on my course. I had to stand front and centre every morning and recite ‘I am a navy diver’ off by heart. I can still remember it to this day.” She nodded and looked back at the Padd. Andrew suddenly realised that she had bated him with her question to make sure that he was speaking the truth. He just smiled to himself as he sipped his drink. She put down the Padd and looked at him sternly. “So you are a doctor on the Spectre.” “I’m the CMO. Why do you ask?” “I don’t have any hangers on, on my team every one has an important job. My team has been due its routine medical check. This involves a doctor coming out with us but due to the pressure the medical department is under its not been possible. If we are not passed soon we’ll get dumped from the rota. I let you come out with us and give me and my team complete medical checks during and after our EVA. That’s my conditions.” Andrew nodded. "Thats acceptable." "Good. I'll see you in Airlock beta 5 section gamma 6 in one hour." Andrew grinned. This should be good. (reply any) (posted by Robbie) (Starbase Geneva - Deck 1, War Room - Captain T'Vhor - 12:30) It had seemed an unusual experience for Captain T'Vhor to have been in a turbolift that took more than a few minutes to reach it's destination. Whereas one could travel from the lower most decks of the Spectre to the bridge in less than a minute, this particular journey had taken a little over four & a half minutes, a testament no less to the sheer size & expanse of the Geneva station itself. Stepping out onto the deck one corridor however, the familiarity of a standard Starfleet layout had once again presented itself to the Captain, as he set off down towards the war room & the resources that lay within. The War room itself was vast & sprawling, filled as it was with holographic projection tables, tactical consoles & information retrieval & dissemination stations, all active & all displaying information relevant to the specific tasks assigned to them. As expected, the war room was manned constantly by a lot of personnel, each of them attending to their relevant duties, as one would expect in such an important department as this. As he moved toward the slate grey, steel steps leading down into the lower level, the Captain was met by a Lieutenant ascending who immediately came to attention with a curt, "Sir", upon recognizing the four pips & the command red uniform. The Captain nodded accordingly & the man was quickly on his way once again, leaving him to descend the stairs & then head for the largest of the HPT's that graced the central area. Once there, Captain T'Vhor surveyed the information displayed upon it, the projection showed the entire area of the available tactical map, each vessel & station showing as a completely realistic, scaled down Avatar of it's real life counterpart. In the centre, Geneva itself was positioned showing numerical tags representing the ships that were docked within. At present, there were eighteen vessels currently docked, some were simple traders & Ambassadorial transports, others were operational vessels of the 52nd fleet in for either essential maintenance like the USS Spectre, or re-arming & shake down in accordance with current operational procedures like the USS Champlain, the Nimitz & the Paladin. The Paladin of course held a certain interest for the Captain, it was his second posting after the Cochrane had been mothballed & as such, it was where he had served with Lieutenant Commander Capps & took part in several key missions, including the battle to liberate Starbase 234. Her current operational status was showing as nearing completion & her crew, like his own were listed as, on extended shore leave. It was at this point though that the Captain chose to access files from the core computer in regards his old ship. "Computer, access USS Paladin crew manifest & specific mission data", said the Captain. [Unable to comply at present, this information is restricted to command level personnel only, please enter command codes & prepare for voice print analysis] The Captain entered his personal access codes into the keypad nearby & then he waited for the relevant confirmation from the Computer. [Command codes confirmed, speak authorization codes when ready] "T'Vhor, Alpha niner, Alpha, Epsilon niner....decrypt" [Confirmed voice print analysis....Captain T'Vhor, current assignment, Commanding Officer, USS Spectre..... opening specified records for access] Captain T'Vhor then began reading through the requested files, noting as he did so that the Paladin had re-routed mid mission to pick up one, Captain Remae K'Tell who had seemingly been reassigned to the position of the Paladin's First Officer. The information caused a familiar raise of an eyebrow to the Vulcan hybrid as he pondered the why's & wherefore's of the command structure re-evaluation. Why had the previous Captain of the USS Spectre been recalled to duty with such haste, the man had lost his lower limbs in a landmine accident whilst engaged in a mission to retrieve Doenitz's niece, Debora Ansara from a penitentiary on Betazed. T'Vhor himself had actually led the mission & the last that he had heard, Remae had been medically discharged as a direct result of that, & yet now he was here on the Paladins active roster. It didn't make sense at all. The Captain dismissed the thoughts from his mind, to dwell upon an answer now, when none of the variables present could provide such an answer, was completely illogical & there was no point in dwelling any further upon it. ~Time will tell & time tells no lies~ The Captain then cast his eye towards the holographic representation of the Romulan neutral zone & the ships that had been stationed there on border patrol duties. It seemed strange to him now to be looking at it like this, after they had spent so long entrenched within Romulan space & in constant danger of being blown out of the sky. The Prometheus variant Zulu Alpha's had plied their trade with precision effectiveness, that much was for certain & they had taken a good number of ships before finally being stopped in their tracks. It was with that thought in mind that the Captain turned his attention thence to Starbase thirty nine-Sierra, the location of one of the captured ZA attack ships. It was the Spectre that had actually taken & secured it & as such, it held a certain interest to her CO. Apparently, the word through the proverbial grapevine was that the marines had engaged in some kind of a bet, in regards whether or not the Klingon Targ's they had discovered on board, would rip Lieutenant Major Savage's ass from his person before he had managed to reach thirty nine-Sierra, & T'Vhor now found himself wondering whether anybody had managed to claim on that! It was a decidedly, un-Vulcan like interest of course & yet the Captain couldn't help but wonder whether the somewhat unpopular Savage had in fact come to grief, or managed to survive completely unscathed! The behaviour of the Humans, & in particular the predictable tom foolery attributed to the Marines was well known of course, & as a result of that, the Captain wondered who would be next to receive their particular brand of dark humour. He put aside the thought of course, & then he moved on to the more fitting task of reviewing the current state of play in regards the civil war they had now been fighting for so long. It all turned out to be pretty much as expected of course, LoDona had a habit of remaining tight-lipped about key strategies, lest they became intercepted by eyes that should not be seeing them. The word now however was that a key development was now imminent, a final push into sector Zero One & hopefully, an end to the charlatan that had plagued them for so many years now. Once again, the Captain left the War room with one thought fixed firmly in his mind. ~Time will tell & time tells no lies.~ One could only hope that it would tell a favourable tale... (Reply None, Any) (Posted by Alan Reading) (Starbase Geneva – Callahan’s Bar – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson – 12:33) The scant light from the bar gave a surprisingly brilliant glow to the shards of glass scattered on the floor. The remains of Chuck’s drink pooled on the floor. “That was just plain mean, man.” Said Chuck. The Klingon made a wide swing and Chuck ducked to avoid his arm. The Klingon drew in nothing but air and roared in frustration. Chuck knew he wasn’t a match for the Klingon’s strength and that knowledge gave him one conclusion – topple the tree. Chuck swept down onto all fours resting his fingertips on the floor. A quick leg sweep and the Klingon hit the floor. Chuck had caught the Klingon just above his ankle and slightly wounded his shin. As he stood up quickly he winced with the pain. As the Klingon stood up the female Andorian motioned with her hand. The Klingon still fumed but made no further aggressive movement. The Andorian moved forward and looked Chuck directly in the face. Chuck’s reached his hand up to his implant and traced its outline. “You have a fighters will, what is your name?” asked the Andorian. Chuck’s eyes wondered between the five players and the other bar patrons. All eyes seemed trained on the scene. “Donaldson, yours?” asked Chuck getting visibly disconcerted. “It would be ashame if such a temperament were waisted in petty squabbling.” The Andorian smiled. “What does that mean?” asked Chuck getting more chills by the minute. “It means you’ve merited an invitation.” Said one of the Bajorans. The Talaxian presented himself from the rear of the dabo table and handed Chuck a PADD. The Andorian waved her hand again and the group departed. Only three things were left – an empty dabo table, broken glass, and Chuck. ~Something about this makes me sick.~ thought Chuck. Chuck noticed the eyes of the bar crowd still on him and he decided to head for an exit. As he walked he studied the PADD he had been given. ~Hmmm . . . a Martial Arts tournament.~ Chuck thought. Chuck couldn’t stifle his excitement at the prospect of a contest of skill, but still, something about the passing experience turned his stomach. What did it all mean? (Reply None) (Posted by Anton Taylor) (Starbase Geneva - Promenade - Nurse Douwsy - 12:35) Douwsy looked at herself in the mirror. She looked at her pleasing figure staring back at her. ~I’m not sure about the colour~ She pulled back the curtain to see Marshal waiting for her. Her companion had her arms full of bags of different sizes. “What do you think of the colour?” Marshal screwed up her face and shook her head. “No defiantly not. It makes your bum look like the back end of a shuttle craft.” ~A bit too much description~ She grinned back. “Thanks.” She pulled back the curtain and began to get out of the dress. “Why are you wanting a dress anyway. Are you trying to hit on some one?” Douwsy rolled her eyes as she picked up another dress from the rack beside her. “No. I just want a new one. I’ve not been clothes shopping for ages.” Douwsy heard Marshal snort with laughter. “Yeh right Douwsy your such a bad liar. Who is it?” She zipped up the back and stepped out again. “Who about this one?” She tried to change the subject but new it was a lost cause. Marshal loved talking about ships gossip especially if it was juicy. “No it goes down to far at the back. So who is it.” Douwsy moved back into the cubical realising that she was not stuck on this topic for the rest of the day if she was lucky. “So is it Dr Williams?” Douwsy sighed knowing that it was hopeless. “No. He’s like a son to me and any way that would just be wrong.” She found the dress that she liked. “Yeh your right. Now that the new Counsellor has arrived and he is getting friendly with the Lady Dr ‘Doo Little’.” She slipped in on and zipped it up. “You just enjoy causing trouble don’t you.” She sighed again. The dress just did not hang right. It was just not the right look that she was going for. ~I wish they could invent a dress that would mould to fit me. Every time I put in my sizes the computer still gets it wrong. Its not like I’ve changed shape all of a sudden~ “It’s a pity Dr ‘Hansom’ had to leave I’m sure he had a thing for you.” Douwys paused for a moment. Dr O’Harper was good looking that’s for sure but he had left and now there was a new person on the horizon and she was not going to tell Marshal who it was. Especially the way her mouth moves up and down to much. ~Okay one last time~ “What about the new arrivals, some of them look really good.” She picked up the last dress that she had picked. She got changed and looked at her self in the mirror. It seamed to fit her just right and she grinned to her self ~Yes at last. This one looks like it’s the right one~ She quickly changed back into her uniform and grabbed the dress. “You coming?” She hurried past Marshal as she headed towards the till. Not wanting to get into more conversation about the men on the ship. “Ow so you picked one then. That’s good.” She rolled her eyes again. ~yes coz you took hours getting yours~ “Come on I’ll by you a drink at Monks.” With that she went paid for her new purchase and tried to think of getting Marshal off her favourite topic. (reply, any) (Posted Robbie) (Starbase Geneva – Deck 27 - Outside of Callahan’s Bar – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson – 12:36) Chuck had made his way from the prying eyes of the bar and was busily searching for a quieter spot to contact his superior. Normally, Chuck would have kept this sort of thing to himself, but then there’d be an investigation, a court marshal, white walls, and a straightjacket. “Computer, I’m about to open a Commbadge transmission to Lieutenant Yelena Vasilyovna . . .” began Chuck, the computer cut him off. [Intitializing communication.] said the female voice. “NOT YET!” shouted Chuck. [Transmission interrupted.] said the computer. (reply Vasilyovna, IYW) “Computer, when I initialize the communication, interrupt it in approximately four minutes. Understand?” [Transmission will be interrupted four minutes after initialized.] “Good.” Said Chuck. Chuck straightened himself up subconsciously. “Chuck to Vasilyovna.” Said Chuck. (reply Vasilyovna) “Sir, I’ve had a ‘run in’ with some strange characters here on Geneva.” Said Chuck. (reply Vasilyovna) “I expected to come here and get some relaxation, it looks like I’ve just gotten myself into trouble, sir” Chuck frowned, trouble seemed to follow him. (reply Vasilyovna) “I’ll have a report on your desk by tomorrow morning, Lieutenant.” Chuck said respectfully, not that Vasilyovna expected that from him (she had learned better in the last few months) but he kept the pomp. ~What do you call someone in the military head? – a “Lou-Tennant”.~ Chuck thought of a joke he had once heard, letting a snort of laughter escape. (reply Vasilyovna) [Transmission interrupted.] the computer cut her off. (reply Vasilyovna, any) (posted by Anton Taylor) (USS Spectre - Security Centre - TAC/SC Lieutenant Yelena Vasilyovna – 12:40) Vasilyovna breathed a heavy sigh of relief at his departure, the Andorian Chief Engineer had only just left the security centre, having 'dropped in' on her to report the debacle that had occurred within the aft quantum torpedo storage area earlier. It seemed that one of Yelena's team had inadvertantly blown a number of relays in one of the launch sub-assemblies during a check of the area itself & the CEO was definitely not a happy chappy. Almost as though a testament to that fact, his antenna had been waving about like some wild & out of control tentacled proturberences, as he ranted on about the need for her to instruct her officers in how to be more careful, whilst working within sensitive areas & the like. She had not been particularly phased of course but the Andorians mood had bothered her somewhat, after all it wasn't as if she herself had gone down there with a wrench & beat the hell out of the stated equipment was it. In retrospect though, she had agreed that as she was the superior officer to the particular miscreant in question, a certain blame must surely fall upon her, it was just the nature of command hierarchy after all! 'A Chief Engineer is the ships mother', he had said, along with something along the lines of, 'when somebody hurts my baby, I don't just get mad, I get positively hostile....' Hostile!!!...... Honestly, Yelena could have sworn that he had gone a lighter shade of blue during his curious outburst but if she were to be completely honest with herself, she couldn't really remember a time when H'Chir had been anything BUT hostile. It was then however that the Lieutenants combadge chirped to life & that self same, errant security officer already mentioned in past proceedings came down the line as though by way of some strange, premonitionary sense or something. =/\=Chuck to Vasilyovna=/\= "Go ahead Ensign", said the Lieutenant, her mood already swinging now to a place she would rather it not have. =/\=Sir, I’ve had a ‘run in’ with some strange characters here on Geneva=/\= Yelena simply closed her eyes at the announcement & then breathed outwards as though wondering just what 'Chuck' had gotten himself into now. "A run in?", said Vasilyovna quizzically, "please Ensign enlighten me, explain 'Run in' & PLEASE, don't tell me you have broken anything else in the process", she added hoping to god that it would not turn out to be anything to do with Andorian's as the erstwhile Ensign began explaining, somewhat cryptically, what had transpired. =/\=I expected to come here and get some relaxation, it looks like I’ve just gotten myself into trouble, sir=/\= ~I knew it, he's taken the station offline, either that or he's accidentally shot someone.....oh please don't let it be an Admiral~ "Trouble Ensign Donaldson, what kind of trouble?", said Vasilyovna hoping against hope now that it was nothing too bad. =/\=I’ll have a report on your desk by tomorrow morning, Lieutenant=/\= ~NO!, that will not do~ "Not good enough Ensign", said the aggrieved security chief, "if your in trouble I want to know what kind of trouble it is right now, how long it will take to put right & whether or not anything has happened that will reflect negatively on this ship or crew in general", said Yelena, "and what's more, if you........", she added, trailing off now in response to the apparent & sudden loss of communication. "Ensign are you still there?", said the chief. "Ensign?......" The Computer then filled in the gaps accordingly. [Transmission has been terminated at the source as per initiates instructions] "What!", cried Yelena, "of all the...... Computer, re-establish communications with Ensign Donaldson on Geneva. [Re-establishing communications with last logged source] (Reply Donaldson, Any) (Posted by Alan Reading) (Starbase Geneva – Deck 27 – Charles “Chuck” Donaldson – 12:43) Chuck heaved a sigh. He still hadn’t sorted out the reasons for his invitation. ~There has to be a reason. People don’t get invited to Martial Arts tournaments from having bar fights. It just doesn’t make any sense.~ Chuck thought. It was getting close to time for Chuck to find Jynea. He had already informed Vasilyovna of his need for time to investigate matters on Geneva. It had been an ‘undertaking’ to convince Vasilyovna to agree. Chuck doubted it was his charm, more like not allowing the lieutenant time to object. Chuck had moved over to a computer console and was currently trying to locate Jynea’s Commbadge. He regretted not having gotten security clearance on Geneva but a few keystrokes and any evidence of his using the console would be disguised as standard data fragmentation … he hoped. There it was on the screen – ENSIGN JYNEA KREUNG - CURRENT LOCATION : UPPER PROMENADE ~Now, to go find her and maybe get in a little relaxation before I have to do more investigating.~ thought Chuck. It wouldn’t take him too long to reach Jynea but who knows what she was hanging out with at this moment. (reply Kreung, Ramirez, Michelle, any) (posted by Anton Taylor) (USS Spectre - Deck 27 - LCP Rameriz, Counsellor to Twinpoints, Morale Officer Kreung - 12:45) Rameriz was the first to spot the return of the Security guard. He wondered if he should comment, but decided he was much more interested in what the fleety would do. Would he continue lurking or would he walk up? The question became moot because Jynea spotted the man and waved. The Orion had been dragged through several stores already by Michelle and several packages to go back, currently in her hands was a Vulcan harp. She put it down carefully on its stand beside a 3D Chess set. The harp was very pretty and made lovely notes, she was surprised the supposedly unartistic Vulcan people had it, but she supposed they might consider music a branch of math. She made a note to herself to look up Vulcan music when she returned to the Spectre. Music should say a lot about a species, she thought. "Hi Ensign!" she greeted Chuck friendly. All earlier miscommunications were apparently forgotten. "Have you come to make sure I'm not getting into trouble?" (Reply Donaldson) "Well, I made a new friend. This is Michelle, and that's Rameriz her, er, friend..? over there." Jynea introduced. Michelle smiled welcomingly, "Why, a big strong man to carry our packages, just what we needed! You *are* a magician, Jynea." (reply iyw :) "Oh, I don't think security guards like to have their hands full anymore than marines do." They'd already heard THAT argument earlier. Jynea had even learnt a few new words! "Have you been staying out of trouble?" she teased Chuck. (reply Donaldson, Any) (Posted by Lorna) (Starbase Geneva - Promenade - PO2 Suri Rapeet - 12:45) Suri stretched as she considered the next store along the promenade, a pet store. Not the classic pet store all the story sims had, where there were a plethora of cute animals in small cages that never got dirty, but a clean, spacious store where you could select the species of pet you wished and they would fertilize the appropriate egg. No unwanted animals, no searching desperately for homes, no random breeding. At least, not on Federation controlled space stations, not much they could do about planets and private space stations. She wondered if Ardena would like a cat, but something told her, no, the scientist was more of a bird person and if she did have a pet, a cat would just end up eating it.. and that would hardly be responsible fur-kid parenting. Suri had a couple of pet turtles. Undemanding animals who were still interesting to watch and learn from. Changing her mind, Suri moved on. She was looking for some off duty clothing anyway. She pictured Ardena in ocean blues and greens, and she wanted fire reds and tans to counter and catch the science officer's attention. A long frustrated search later led her to a small café that specialized in Bolian cuisine where she picked up a PADD to design the clothes she wanted. Always cheaper to buy pre-fabricated, but no one had anything she wanted, if she could show them what she wanted and get it made, it would be perfect rather than pretty darn good. She was sure that morale officer would have some event sooner or later that would drag the hermit scientist out of her lab.. and Suri wanted to make sure she looked her best on that day or evening! Sooner or later sapient beings would learn not to stand in the way of engineers, their lackeys and what they wanted, but until they, it was up to people like her to teach them! (Reply none) (Posted by Lorna) (Starbase Geneva – Temp Quarters – Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 13:00) Calvin sat silently in his temporary quarters aboard SB Geneva waiting for his new posting; the USS Spectre. The room was dark, the lights were off, and the Lt Cmdr waited for the Spectre as he pondered about returning to active duty. “Computer, fill room with 50% light,” Calvin requested. The computer responded with two short beeps, and the room filled with illumination. Calvin rose from the comfortable chair he was sitting in. He reached to the side of it and picked up a traveling bag that already contained all of his affects that he wanted to bring along to his new home. With the bag strapped over his shoulder Lt Cmdr Capps walked to the entrance/exit of his cabin to enter the corridor. The corridor was now filled with busy offices that were making arrangements for the arrival of the Spectre. Calvin made his way to the nearest turbolift as he compared his previous duty post; the USS Paladin to the Spectre. The Spectre was one fourth the size of the Paladin. The crew compliment of the Paladin was 43 times of the Spectre class. The Paladin had a promenade, a full size war room, regular site to site transport system, and 3 warp cores. The two ships were nothing alike. If those differences didn’t matter then one difference could beat all the others. Calvin was the First Officer of the Paladin, and now he is an Ops officer on the Spectre. There was at least 2 things the Spectre had the Paladin didn’t; the phase cloaking device and Captain T’Vhor. The cloaking device was a no ‘brainer’. Who in the 52nd fleet would not want to be part of such an engineered device? What bridge crew did not want to use its capabilities, and what officer would not like to work along side of it? Not many would know the history between Captain T’Vhor and Lt Cmdr Caps. Before this assignment Calvin used to be Captain T’Vhor’s First Officer on the USS Cochrane and on the USS Paladin until T’Vhor became Commanding Officer of the USS Spectre. Calvin was now on the transporter pad. The tingling sensation of his body being turned into millions of pieces covered his body. Seconds later the reverse sequence initiated and Calvin saw the interior of his new home for the first time. (Reply None) (Posted by Calvin Capps) (USS Spectre – Transporter Room – Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 13:10) The interior of the transporter room, to no surprise to Calvin, wasn’t any different then the one he just beamed from. The room, the single console, and all the panels had the same Starfleet style. Calvin stepped down from the pad with 3 others, and an officer standing beside the operations console spoke. “All of you report to cargo bay 3 to meet your supers, and to receive your orders.” Calvin turned with the other three officers, and began to walk behind them. He then heard his name spoken behind him from the same officer who just told them all to go to cargo bay 3. The Lt Cmdr turned on his heels and faced the Chief Petty. “Captain T’Vhor asks that you immediately report to him in the Captain’s Ready Room,” said the Chief. Calvin was both shocked and understanding of the news. “Thank you, do you mind watching over my bag?” “Yes sir,” the reply came from the Chief Petty and then he took the bag from Calvin’s shoulder. “I’ll have it placed in your quarter’s sir.” ~Because it’s not like I have nothing else to do~ he thought sarcastically. “Do you need direc….” Calvin cut him off. “No thanks, I know where it is.” (Reply None) (Posted by Calvin Capps) (USS Spectre – Turbo Lift – Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 13:15) The turbolift stopped, and in moments the doors were going to open and Calvin was going to see the Spectre’s Bridge for the first time. He prepared himself. The swoosh of the doors opening echoed in his ears and he took a step on to the bridge and looked around. Consoles were filled by officers, and only one man sat at the command chairs in the middle of the bridge. Calvin was not on the bridge to talk to whoever it was sitting in the commanding officer chair, but was there to see the Captain. He walked over to the ready room door and pushed the chime. (reply T’Vhor) Calvin walked inside of the room and stood in true military fashion in front of the Captain. “Sir, Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps, order number 27399 reporting for duty sir.” Calvin placed a small PADD onto the desk. (reply T’Vhor) (posted by Calvin Capps) (USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - Captain T'Vhor - 13:16) It seemed strange to be on a ship that was now free of the resonant hum of a warp core, thrumming away in the distance like some reassuring, background noise in it's usual & somewhat calming manner. With the Spectre now powered down & running entirely off station supplies however, her warp core of course had been shut down entirely, leaving Geneva's capable engineers no doubt crawling through the conduits & access ways in order to effect their much needed repairs. The Captain had had misgivings about the condition of their cobbled together drive systems anyway, & he knew that a lot of their equipment would need replacement, rather than repair. They had taken a beating for sure during this mission, a fact testified quite clearly by the external damage & the scorching of their hull plating, which could be clearly seen now by anyone that had boarded Geneva. Examining the various reports that had been passed to him however, the Captain felt a little tired now & the chime sounding at his door was not the most welcome of intrusions. Instinctively though, he verbalized that whoever it was on the other side of the door should simply enter & with that, a familiar face walked in. "Sir, Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps, order number 27399 reporting for duty sir.", said the man as he quickly went to attention at the other side of the desk. "Calvin!, said the Captain, somewhat surprised now, regardless of the fact that he knew that the man was on station someplace. He then stood up & reached across the desk warmly to shake the hand of his old compatriot. "It's been a long time Lieutenant Commander, I trust that you are well?", said the Captain. (Reply Capps) "I think we can dispense with the formality for now Calvin", said the Captain, "after all it was once I that had to address you as sir", he added with a smile, a smile afforded to him no doubt by the Betazoid half of his genetic makeup. (Reply Capps) "Have a seat, please, tell me more of what has happened since we last served together, how did you come to be on the receiving end of a charge, do you still play.....", said the Captain, trailing off mid sentence now upon realizing that he was babbling like some overenthusiastic child at seeing his old friend again. No doubt this being another aspect of his normally controlled Betazoid half once again. (Reply Capps) It was quite clear that they had much to discuss now & the Captain could not deny that it was indeed, good to see the Lieutenant Commander & more so the fact that he had been assigned to the Spectre too. This was indeed, a good day... (Reply Capps, Any) (Posted by Alan Reading) (USS Spectre - Ready Room - Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 13:17) "Calvin!," the Captain said. The Lt Cmdr knew he would be excited to see his old friend again. But there were doubts on how his friend would view seeing him. Calvin had just been to a court marshall. However when Calvin heard his old friends voice again, it nearly put a smile across his face. He was happier to be there more than he had thought. He reached over to shake the Captain's hand. "It's been a long time Lieutenant Commander, I trust that you are well?", said the Captain. "I am doing well sir. Thank you," responded Calvin. He had to push back his eagerness to talk with Captain T'Vhor on a friend to friend level. "I think we can dispense with the formality for now Calvin", said the Captain, "after all it was once I that had to address you as sir", he added with a smile. ~Ah a smile.~ Calvin thought. A smile from T'Vhor was hard to get, but not impossible. Calvin thought back to his old postings when T'Vhor was in security. The Lt Cmdr could remember T'Vhor on the tactical console during battle. Not a single facial expression could ever be seen on that man's face. "Have a seat, please, tell me more of what has happened since we last served together, how did you come to be on the receiving end of a charge, do you still play....." the Captain babbled. Calvin unsettled out of his formal stance and moved infront of the chair. He lowered his body on to the mid comfortable chair that was offered to him. "Thank you. And to answer your first question, I have seen better days." Calvin wondered if this was the best time to talk about his charge, but then again why was it not. "The Paladin was good to me. Such a large ship I was able to get a lot of good experience there." Not trying to change the subject, but it would have seemed non friendly not to ask the same question. "How is the Spectre doing. How are you fairing as a Commanding Officer?" (reply T'Vhor, plenty of room for more iyw) It seemed, for now, that the small celebration of two friends were over. Calvin was sure it would continue at a latter time. No doubt the Captain was busy. It wasn't too long ago when Calvin was in a command position. "My charge..." Calvin began to speak. He wondered if the information wasn't really in the Captains reports or he wanted to just hear it from Calvin. "...was me being an idiot. I was charged with illegal use of communications that were out of my authority. I nearly handed over information to Doenitz with out knowing it." (reply T'Vhor) "My repercussions were, I was no longer the FO of the Paladin and a step down from command. Second I was transferred. I can honestly say the transfer was not a disappointment. I have been transferred to the Spectre." ~What now though. Can Captain T'Vhor really trust me with the charges against me. Yes...he is a friend, but I shouldn't use that in this situation though.~ Calvin knew though that Captain T'Vhor was a very logical man. T'Vhor was a Captain, and he would not be biased. Friend or not. (reply T'Vhor) "Believe me, I don't plan to not be in command forever. One day you will find my name on that roster again. But now I am with the Spectre. I will serve you and the Spectre proudly." (reply T'Vhor) It was wierd for Calvin to say such a statement but "I am afraid I have not been made aware of my new position." (reply T'Vhor) (posted by Calvin) (USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - Captain T'Vhor - 13:18) The Lieutenant Commander had seemed tense upon his arrival, perhaps being unsure now just how his old FO would have taken to seeing him again in such circumstances as these. He looked well anyway, considering the stress that the man must have been going through beforehand. "How is the Spectre doing. How are you fairing as a Commanding Officer?", said Capps shifting slightly in his seat now. "She is..... badly damaged as you surely saw before you boarded", said the Captain, "but intact nonetheless, we ran into a few problems that were, let us say beyond the capabilities of the weaponry currently fitted to the ship", he added. "As for myself, it would not be logical for me to offer an opinion as to how I am fairing as a commanding officer, you would have to ask my crew", said the Captain, "I would say though that I have not done too badly", he added with a quirk of his head & a trademark, Vulcan eyebrow raise. (Reply Capps, IYW) "But what of this charge, what was it that you did that was so bad as to warrant a court martial?", said the Captain. "My charge......was me being an idiot", said the Lieutenant Commander brusquely, "I was charged with illegal use of communications that were out of my authority. I nearly handed over information to Doenitz without knowing it.", he added, a hint of shame now appearing upon his face as he spoke. "That surprises Calvin", said the Captain, "such action is not in your nature, you would not do anything to threaten your ship or crew, that much I do know", he added. "My repercussions were that I was no longer the FO of the Paladin and a step down from command. Second I was transferred. I can honestly say the transfer was not a disappointment. I have been transferred to the Spectre.", said Calvin with a smile. "Then I consider it our gain", said the Captain with another hint of a smile in the direction of his former superior. "I am sure that the reasons behind your misappropriation must have been of a level that put great strain upon you", he added, "and I'm sure that such misappropriation would never occur again" "Believe me, I don't plan to not be in command forever. One day you will find my name on that roster again. But now I am with the Spectre. I will serve you and the Spectre proudly." "I have no doubt of that Calvin, I am looking forwards to serving with you again", said Captain T'Vhor sincerely. Capps's expression however had now changed somewhat, he appeared confused, not by what the Captain had just said of course, but something else entirely. "I am afraid I have not been made aware of my new position.", said the Lieutenant Commander, clearing that one up within an instance. The Captain duly reached across to his desk console in response to the Lieutenant Commanders query, then he put his current orders up on the screen accordingly. "It would seem that you have been assigned to us as our Ops Officer", said the Captain, "this need not be a permanent position of course, unless you wish it to be that is", he added. (Reply Capps) The Captain nodded & then turned to the subject of the Lieutenant Commander being formally settled in. "Quarters have already been assigned to you Calvin, I'm sure you will want to freshen up & familiarize yourself with the Spectre, as we are now in dock however, you may take your time of course", he added. "I'm quite sure Ops can do without you for the moment" (Reply Capps) The Lieutenant Commander then gathered his kit & turned about in readiness to leave as the Captain spoke again. "It's good to see you again Calvin, I hope that you find the Spectre an interesting assignment", said T'Vhor, "she is.....an interesting vessel to say the least", he added. (Reply Capps) "We will talk again soon, until then though, please, feel free to explore", said the Captain. (Reply Capps) The Lieutenant Commander then left the Captain to what he had been doing before his arrival. (Reply Capps) (Posted by Alan Reading) (USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 13:19) "It would seem that you have been assigned to us as our Ops Officer", said the Captain, "this need not be a permanent position of course, unless you wish it to be that is", he added. There was nothing new to Calvin about being an ops officer. Calvin was majored in ops at the Academy and before he stepped into command roles he had always served with operations. "No sir. Operations is were I belong Captain." "Quarters have already been assigned to you Calvin, I'm sure you will want to freshen up & familiarize yourself with the Spectre, as we are now in dock however, you may take your time of course", he added. "I'm quite sure Ops can do without you for the moment" "Thank you. I will find my quarters ok I am sure. As for the Spectre I am eager to take a tour. I will try to find who is in charge of Ops right now. Don't worry T'Vhor I won't work to hard on the first day back. But I am ready to get my hands dirty again." Calvin said as he thought he sounded like an engineer. The Lieutenant Commander then gathered his kit & turned about in readiness to leave as the Captain spoke again. "It's good to see you again Calvin, I hope that you find the Spectre an interesting assignment", saidT'Vhor, "she is.....an interesting vessel to say the least", he added. "I have no doubt in my mind that I will be happy here," he said looking around the ready room. "We will talk again soon, until then though, please, feel free to explore", said the Captain. "I look forward to it. I am sure we have lots of stories to share. Some better than others." Calvin smiled but the smile faded suddenly as Calvin thought about his first true love Elizabeth Knightley. He then remembered that T'Vhor's wife had passed away. Bags in hand he turned and left the room. Finding his room might be a little tricky if his security codes weren't in place yet. (reply T'Vhor iyw, any) (posted by Calvin Capps) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - CMO Williams - 13:20) Andrew looked around sickbay. He had gotten back from the SFI people. He had spent a bit of time with his Captain after the ordeal which had been good. As he stood in his sickbay he just wanted to go and hide in his room and get some rest but he had a couple of important things to do first. He looked at the Ferengi lying on the bio-bed. Since the time that he awakened, which was just after Andrew had removed the explosive from his chest he had been heavily sedated. Andrew had not wanted to let him loose on board. He was ready to go and was about to call the transport room when he saw Douwsy moving out of one of the isolation rooms. “Douwsy. I’m going to be heading off to the secure ward with our friend here.” He nodded towards the Friengi. “When I get back I’ll take Angeletti to the infirmary. Could you help get her ready to go.” (reply Douwsy)” “Good. I won’t be long.” He tapped his com badge “Doctor Williams to transport room three. I’m ready to transport to Geneva with my patient.” =^= Understood Doctor=^= Andrew felt the familiar grip of the transport as the room faded. (reply Douwsy, any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - TAC/ASC Goldsteen - 14:00) At the moment Alex was wondering why he was not more excited. After all, he was about to meet his new Captain, surely that warranted some sort of feeling. But Alex felt calm, which to be honest was how he felt most of the time. He did not know why he had a mental block against getting excited, or at other times scared. He at one point tried to find out whether he was part Vulcan, but it turned out that he wasn't. Besides, there was a dramatic difference between the two situations. Vulcans repressed their emotions, Alex simply didn't feel them. Though it was not as if Alex was a robot. He felt sadness, happiness, everything that a human was composed of. But when it came to a high-pressure situation it seemed as if the part of the brain that controlled Alex's emotions simply shut off. It allowed him to act efficiently and rationally, something he found to be very useful. With a grin Alex also acknowledged that his mind could be making up for the times that he was not rational. That usually happened when he had a mysterious problem to work on, he would work towards its solution tirelessly forgetting the little things like sleeping and eating. He had endangered his health from that more than once. Once Alex had been granted permission to go into the ready room he marched in, his face emotionless, a by-product of his strange state of mind. At this time Alex was almost unreadable, one instructor had told Alex that trying to get a reaction from him when he was "like this" was similar to trying to get a "rock to cry." Once Alex finished walking into the room he simply said, “Ensign Goldsteen reporting sir,” his voice showing as much feeling as his face. (Reply T'Vhor) (posted by Dan) (Starbase Geneva – Airlock beta 5, section gamma 6 - CMO Williams - 14:02) Andrew stepped into airlock area. Inside were five people dressed in their SWIG suits They all turned and stopped as he entered. ~looks like this is them~ Paltan had given him his team medical files and he had a quick cramming session before he arrived. They were all experienced and had over a thousand EVA hours between them. He spotted as she stepped from behind a suited mechanic. She slapped him on the shoulder and nodded. He realised that she was the only person not suited up apart from him. “Doctor Williams I’m glad you made it. You SWIG suit is over there.” Andrew nodded and moved over to a spare suit that she had indicated. He picked up every peace and inspected it before he put it on. He then performed and seal test on all the pressure seals. He then turn on the small computer on his wrist and activated the HUD. He waited until it had performed its self test diagnostic and had given him the green light. He felt the flow of oxygen start to move around his helmet. ~Okay nearly there~ “Comm check.” =^= We hear you Doctor=^= He turned and saw that Paltan had been watching him closely. She slapped him on the shoulder. =^=Computer decide gravity in this room to zero=^= Andrew activated his magnetic boots as he felt the familiar feeling in his stomach as the gravity generators spooled down. He watched as secured her bulky exoskeleton supports. She then gave a gentle push and floated into the room. He watched as she began to put on her SWIG suit with out assistance. Doing it with the skill and ease that Williams would have taken years to master. ~That’s what happens when you come from a low gravity world~ As she finished she spun and faced the group. =^=Okay lets get started=^= He watched as the rest of the team floated into the air lock and He followed closely making sure that he was in control of his speed Zero-G was not easy. He watched as the hatch closed and depressurised. He continually checked his suit for any problems but was relieved to find none. The outer hatch opened slowly. He could see the cavernous interior of Geneva’s dry dock. ~Ow my this is going to be good~ “Time to get to work ladies and Gentalmen.” With that he followed them on to the inner surface of the station. (reply any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - Captain T'Vhor - 14:02) The Captain was now immersed in reports that had been handed to him by Vasilyovna in regards their security status within drydock. To say that she seemed eager to get away after handing them to him though was an understatement, her agitated 'aura' quite obvious to him as she departed his presence & then rushed out the door. It was most curious, the Captain had not seen her act in this way before, perhaps the lure & the bright lights of Geneva were beckoning. It was with that thought in mind however that the chime to his door sounded once again. ~Did she forget something~ "Come", said the Captain & the door swished aside to reveal a new face that had clearly just arrived from Geneva. This was beginning to become a habit... "Ensign Goldsteen reporting sir,", said the fresh faced Ensign wearing Security colours as he walked briskly up to the CO's desk. "At ease Ensign", said the Captain, pausing briefly to glance down at a PADD on the table before picking it up & scanning quickly through it. It was there somewhere, he had just noticed it in Vasilyovna's report. "Ah yes, Ensign Goldsteen", said the Captain, "Security..... you are joining us from Geneva, it's a pity you were not five minutes earlier for you would then have....", said T'Vhor pausing now as though to choose the correct wording. "....collided, with your immediate superior Lieutenant Vasilyovna", he added. (Reply Goldsteen) "She seemed to be in somewhat of a hurry when she left", said the Captain as he reached over the table to accept the offered PADD containing the new Ensign's orders. He then began perusing his contained Starfleet record. "I see that your Academy scores were excellent, your instructors rate you most highly", said the Captain as he looked up expectantly towards the Ensign. (Reply Goldsteen, IYW) The Captain had by that time of course, noted that the new Ensign seemed to be 'unmoved' in general, it then dawned upon him that his expression had remained almost neutral the whole time he had been there, it was almost as though he were Vulcan, or at the very least had received Vulcan training. "Tell me Ensign, have you ever been to Vulcan?", asked the Captain. (Reply Goldsteen) The negative reply surprised him, the man was most unusual for a Human but then of course, that did not make him any less capable an officer. "I would imagine that you are eager to settle in", said the Captain, "having had your fill of Geneva I mean", he added, thinking that perhaps the man was just bored at waiting for the ship to finally arrive. (Reply Goldsteen) "Quarters have been assigned to you of course, make your report to Lieutenant Vasilyovna as soon as she returns, she will assign you a shift pattern & put you to work", said the Captain. (Reply Goldsteen) The Captain nodded & then handed the PADD back to the new Officer before formally welcoming him aboard. "Welcome aboard the Spectre Ensign Goldsteen, I hope that she meets your expectations", said the Captain. (Reply Goldsteen) The officer then saluted & turned about to head off for his aforementioned quarters, leaving the Captain to the chore of Vasilyovna's reports. (Reply Goldsteen) (Posted by Alan Reading) (USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - TAC/ASC Ensign Alex Goldsteen - 14:03) "Ah yes, Ensign Goldsteen", said the Captain, "Security..... you are joining us from Geneva, it's a pity you were not five minutes earlier for you would then have....", said T'Vhor pausing now as though to choose the correct wording. "....collided, with your immediate superior Lieutenant Vasilyovna", he added. "That is unfortunate" Alex responded tonelessly, having resolved to figure out his emotion problems later, "but I am sure that I can catch up to her." ~Strange, he hesistated before choosing on the word collided. Which in itself is a strange word choice, which may indicate a flaw in my immediate superior, possibly with her temperament~ "She seemed to be in somewhat of a hurry when she left", said the Captain as he reached over the table to accept the offered PADD containing the new Ensign's orders. "I see that your Academy scores were excellent, your instructors rate you most highly", said the Captain as he looked up expectantly towards the Ensign. ~What does he expect me to say to that? Saying yes is simply redundant, while contradicting what the PADD says is simply ridiculous.~ Alex decided to settle with a simple nod. "Tell me Ensign, have you ever been to Vulcan?", asked the Captain. "No sir," Alex answered. ~So he has noticed my lack of emotion. Well, as long as he does not impair my ability it does not matter.~ "I would imagine that you are eager to settle in", said the Captain, "having had your fill of Geneva I mean", he added, thinking that perhaps the man was just bored at waiting for the ship to finally arrive. "It is difficult for someone to get his fill of Geneva, but I understand your meaning Sir." Alex answered not bothering to inform the captain that he had only arrived a day ago. There was no reason to bother him with irrelevant information. "Quarters have been assigned to you of course, make your report to Lieutenant Vasilyovna as soon as she returns, she will assign you a shift pattern & put you to work", said the Captain. "Yes sir," Alex answered wondering what his shift pattern would be like. The Captain nodded & then handed the PADD back to the new Officer before formally welcoming aboard. "Welcome aboard the Spectre Ensign Goldsteen, I hope that she meets your expectations", said the Captain. "I am sure that she will Sir" Alex answered politely. ~Strange, should I not be expected to meet the ship's expectations? The meeting finished Alex saluted and headed out to find his quarters, and sort out his feelings, or lack there of. (Reply None) (Posted by Dan Black) (USS Spectre - Alex Goldsteen's quarters - TAC/ASC Ensign Alex Goldsteen - 14:08) Alex sat on his couch resisting the urge to allow his head to fall into his hands. He had allowed himself to forget why he had been clamping down on his emotions, and he never wanted to know where that could've lead. He had lost control only once, and the result still gave Alex nightmares. He let out a deep breath as he came to a decision. Contentment, annoyance, and discontentment, these where the only emotions that were still safe. Even happiness and sadness had become to extreme, and could easily lead him down the same spiral that caused what Alex liked to refer to as "the first disaster. " He knew that if people knew what might happen if he allowed his emotions any place in his mind, he could very well be considered unfit for duty. He shivered and simply began to stare a hole into the wall. (reply none, any) (Posted by Dan Black) (Starbase Geneva - Deck 16 - Main Medical - CMO Williams - 14:12) Andrew looked down at Angeletti as she lay on the bed. He had cared for her since she went into a coma near the beginning of their last mission. He felt the sorrow in his heart as he finally came to terms with the fact that he could not do anything more for one of his patients. He had treated lots of patents. Some of them unfortunately passed away which was due to their injuries but most of them survived. Angeletti was different, he could not find anything wrong with her scans and this fact frustrated him more then ever. By all accounts she should have been up and about hours after she had been admitted to sickbay but as he reflected on her that even now there were just things they did not know about the body and the mind with in it. He stepped up to the bio bed and placed a hand on her shoulder. “Hi Angeletti. It's me Dr Williams. Just to say that you are back at Geneva. I’ve moved you from the sickbay. The Doctor and Nurses will be able to take better care of you here.” He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He felt the tiredness kicking in. He had not had enough sleep over the last mission. He shook his head trying to shake out the lethargic feeling. He focused his mind on Angeletti. "I'm sorry to leave you in this state. I'll visit you later and see how you are doing?" He new that she probably could not hear him but he talked to her just the same. There just might be a possibility that she might. He sighed again, & left the little side room and walked into the busy main medical. (reply any) (posted by Robbie) (Starbase Geneva - Docking Connector Three - TAC/SC Yelena Vasilyovna - 14:15) "My god!", exclaimed the Security Chief as she gazed at the visible damage now through one of the observation ports set into the side of the docking connector. Until that specific moment, she had only been able to gauge the extent of the damage via her bridge console, & even then the external sensor arrays & their interfaces were unreliable due to being compromised themselves! The entire port aspect had suffered deep phazer gouges along the entire length of the engineering section, & small sections of the spaceframe itself could be seen where the hull plating had either been smashed, or vapourized by the heat of multiple phazer impacts. She knew that the Zulu Alpha's packed a formidable punch, but seeing this now made her appreciate how well the guys at McKinley had put this bird together in the first place. It was amazing they had even made it back to Geneva. "I need a drink", said Yelena, her voice carrying enough now so as to be heard by one of the engineers as he made his way up the connector. "I'd recommend the old Monk", said the Engineer, "failing that, the Azteca", he added with a wink in her direction. "Excuse me?", said Vasilyovna, "do I look like the religious type, or indeed, someone in need of monastic counselling?", she added, the furrow on her brow now quite visible to the Engineer as she regarded him closely. The Engineer laughed, then he put down his equipment toolbox & advanced towards the petite, though attractive Russian security chief. "It's a bar sweetheart, a drinking hole, you know.... someplace you go to unwind, have a drink as you say", said the Engineer as he extended his hand towards her to the accompaniment of an introduction. "Hendrix, Peter Hendrix....& you are?", he said quirking his head downwards slightly now as though to externalize his question visibly. Vasilyovna moved back slightly, her expression mellowing just slightly as she reached out & shook his hand. It had probably just been a security officers natural reaction to an extended hand, after all in her job, it often accompanied a weapon & she was hardly accustomed to shaking hands with strange men in docking connectors! "Vasilyovna, Lieutenant, Chief of Security USS Spectre", said Yelena in a formal, although slightly relaxed manner. The Engineer smiled, then he glanced out at the damage visible on the Spectre's side. "Looks like you've been having a lot of fun", he said, nodding his head in that 'Engineer' like way that always implied a lot of work to come on his part. Yelena huffed at the remark, stupid Engineer, he was talking as though it were she that was going to be hit with the bill. "Well, that's what happens when your out there defending the honour of the 52nd", said Vasilyovna, glancing once again at the scorched & burned Spectre as she spoke. "The ol girl got us home though, she's got a lot more fight left in her too", she added with pride. "Yep, well we'll see", said Hendrix glancing down at the PADD he carried with him detailing his assigned workload. "Your entire intertial damper array & SIF is up for replacement", he said, "amongst other things." Yelena nodded, her throat becoming increasingly more dry at every passing second & the call of a good Vodka now ringing in her parietal lobe. "The old Monk uh?", said Yelena reminiscing on his suggestion as the sensation took over. "Or the Azteca", said Hendrix, "both will sort you out" "They have good Vodka Da?", said Yelena quizzically, thoughts of the old Stolichnaya or Zarskaya featuring prominently in her thoughts now. Hendrix simply nodded, pursing his lips together in a kind, of, 'maybe, I'm not sure' kind of way, but verbalizing the exact opposite. "Oh Da, for sure", he said mimicking Vasilyovna's use of the Russian affirmation with a smile. Yelena simply frowned, then she softened & turned about to head off. "Thank you", she said pleasantly, "perhaps I will get drunk & sing glorious songs of my homeland". "Hey!", said Hendrix calling after her, "perhaps I'll come join ya after my shift....you can introduce me to your homeland", he added. Yelena said nothing, she simply marched off up the connector with an unseen smile upon her face at his words, after all, she didn't want to appear easy now. That would never do...... (Reply None, Any) (Posted by Alan Reading) (Starbase Geneva - Deck 16 - Main Medical - CMO Williams - 14:18) He stood there with the hustle and bustle of the infirmary around him. He could feel his exhaustion pulling him down. Every part of his body ached and felt like lead. He sighed deeply and rubbed his hands over his tired eyes. ~I really need to get out of here~ “Excuse me.” ~OW man just a lie down in my soft comfortable bed and shut my eyes would be wonderful~ “I said Excuse me.” ~Ow yes that would be….~ He felt a sharp tug on his tunic and quickly turned around. He was confronted by a young girl. She had a deep frown that crossed her face. ~She’s speaking to you Andrew. Say something~ “Um yes what can I do for you.” He squatted down so that they were face to face. “Are you a Doctor?” With a lot of effort Andrew pushed all thoughts of bed out of his mind. ~Time to get to work~ He gave the girl a smile and nodded. “Yes I am a Doctor? Are you feeling well.” The Girls face split into a grin. “Ow not me silly I’m fine. It is my brother, come over here.” She turned hurried across the busy infirmary. ~Yes silly. Her brother. Better follow her or I might be called something worse then silly~ He hurried after the little girl. He found her standing triumphantly beside a bio bed which had a small boy sitting on it who was clutching his arm tightly. She was speaking to him at a rate of knots. “Told you I could find a Doctor, Silly. Look here he is now.” ~Looks like I’m not the only being called Silly today~ Andrew walked up to the boy. “Well what happened to you then.” Before the boy could say anything the little girl piped up. “He was playing bars. Mummy said that we were not to play on them unless we had an adult. I told him not to doctor but he did not listen.” He saw the boy scowl at her. He smiled and shook his head. “So what happened?” “I fell off.” “Let’s have a look at your arm then.” He saw that the boy winced as he moved. ~Hmm looks like a fracture~ “Ow dear. It looks like you have broken it. We might have to take you to surgery?” Andrew almost laughed out loud at the two reactions. The boy went pale and made a slight squeaking noise but the girl leaned in closer. “Really Surgery! Ow waw will it be messy. He dose not like blood he cries like a baby.” The boy glared at the girl again. He picked up a tricorder that was lying on a nearby table and scanned the arm. ~Better luck next time love~ “Not this time I’m afraid.” He nearly laughed again at the pairs reactions. The boy grinned happily but the girl scowled. ~Ow dear not happy are we. You wanted to see blood guts and gore. Not today~ He picked up the dermal regenerator and changed the settings. The boy flinched as he straitened his arm. “Okay I need you to keep your arm as straight as you can okay. This won’t hurt.” He moved the regenerator over the broken arm and with in a few seconds his arm was healed. ~Well Six hundred years ago you would have to drill metal plates into it~ “There you go. Now be careful it will be a bit sore for a bit. Okay.” He watched as the boy gingerly moved his arm and then nodded. “Okay shall we go and find your parents.” The girl piped up again. “I’ll take you to them doctor. Just follow me.” He helped the boy off the bio bed and holding on to the boys hand, the little girl strode off leading the way. As they moved through sickbay he noticed one of the nurses giving him a smile. He realised that she had been watching them all the time in case something had happened. ~Good to have someone there in case I got into trouble~ He focused on the small girl who was hurrying ahead. He picked up the boy who did not protest and quickened his pace to keep up. (reply any parents) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Engineering - Engineer Peter Hendrix - 15:04) Peter had never ceased to be amazed at the ingenuity of the Engineers stationed on board starships, it seemed that with almost any given problem, they could come up with a makeshift fix with little more than a rubber band & a tube of plasma conduit sealant to bring them home again. It was inspiring. As he walked along the corridor leading from the warp core itself however, he glanced upwards towards one of the railed gantry's high above, at a female engineering officer apparently taking readings from one of the interface boards with a tricorder. It struck him as strange at first for she was not in Engineering overalls, but Federation Engineering uniform. This meant that she was crew of course & not one of Geneva's. ~Now why are you still here?~ Most of the Spectre's crew had of course boarded Geneva for some long awaited fun & downtime, or whatever it was that they did when they found themselves with some shore leave. He was surprised to see that not all of them had though. "Hey, thought you'd have grabbed the chance to get off this crate for a bit", said Hendrix. (Reply Bristed) (Posted by Alan Reading) (Starbase Geneva – Dry dock - CMO Williams - 15:36) Andrew looked in amazement at what was in front of him. ~I never though that it was so big~ He was standing on the under side of the saucer section of an Ambassador Class star ship. He could see Paltan and her team working on the hull plating about fifty yards ahead. He had hung back to give them the space to work so that he was not getting in the way. He had all their vital monitoring in one corner of his HUD display. ~Every thing looks okay for the moment~ He took a moment to look away from the hull and saw the massive expanse of the dry dock disappear in the distance. He could see all kind of ships that were docked near by. They were to far away to make out their names but he would see all their lights twinkling like stars. =^= Doctor. We have finished with this section. Next area is on the forward rim.=^= Andrew looked back and saw that the team were moving away. Paltan was standing waiting for him. ~Better not get left behind~ He began his careful walk along the hull making sure that one foot was attached to it at all times. ~Really am out of practice~ He slowly followed the team to their next work area. (reply any) (posted by Robbie) (Starbase Geneva - Promenade - Agent Smith - 15:55) Jo was standing in the promenade looking out of the big windows. She was looking out over the blackness of space. A lot had happened since she had gotten up this morning. She felt that this was one of those turning points in her life. This was the same feeling she had gotten when she had joined the marines, when she had transferred to the combat engineers and when she had joined SFI. She had thought long and hard about what had happened this morning. She was not happy about how things had been sorted out. She was glad that Williams had gotten off but had been deeply embarrassed about how her bosses had used and humiliated him. The idea that had been forming in her mind all morning suddenly popped back into her head. She nodded to herself. ~Yes I think this is the right time~ “Then go and do it.” With that Jo left the window and headed towards her new destination. (reply any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - Agent Smith - 16:09) Jo waited for the chime to be answered before entering the ready room. She saw T'Vhor sitting behind his desk. ~I seem to be in here a lot today~ She walked up to the desk and looked at the captain. "Captain Sorry to bother you again." (reply T'Vhor) "I have a personal question to ask you. If that is okay?" (reply T'Vhor) "I feel that it is time for me to move on from the SFI. I feel that I need to get back to ship board work. I was wondering if you had any suggestions about where I could go. I've been to personal but they say that it will take months to sort out the paper work and that I should talk to captains specifically." She paused for a moment. "I was wondering if you had a vacancy on board?" (Reply T'Vhor) (Reply T'Vhor, any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - Captain T'Vhor - 16:11) ....& then it sounded again! The Captain had been wondering at that precise moment if the chime to his door had perhaps malfunctioned in some way, for it had 'chimed' today more times than he could remember. A curt 'Enter', followed by the arrival of the SFI agent Smith reassured him however, that it was not faulty after all, perhaps he was just popular! "Captain Sorry to bother you again.", said Smith as she entered the room & approached the Captains desk. The Captain settled back into his seat & then laid the PADD he had been surveying back onto his table as she did so. "It's no trouble agent Smith, what can I do for you?", said the Captain. "I have a personal question to ask you. If that is okay?", said Smith, fidgeting about now as she stood there before him. It was clear of course that something was bothering her, what it was however remained to be seen. "Please, have a seat", said the Captain, "I am, to use an Earth phrase, all ears", he added, failing at first to see the relevance of the statement in regards his own, enlarged extremeties. Smith simply smiled before continuing on along the lines of her present disillusionment with the work she had been currently assigned. It seemed that she had grown bored of SFI work & now yearned for a life in space aboard a starship again. In fact, if the Captain was not mistaken, it seemed that she was asking for a position aboard the Spectre & Smith's next sentence after the slight pause beforehand left no doubt of that whatsoever. "I was wondering if you had a vacancy on board?", she asked. "On the Spectre?", said the Captain with a slight tone of disbelief in his voice. "I assumed that you held a positive distaste for being amongst us agent Smith", he added. (Reply Smith) The Captain pondered the Agents request carefully, if the truth were to be known, there were vacancies that the diminutive woman could have filled quite easily but the real question was, would the crew now accept working with her on a permanent basis after she had hounded their Doctor with such vehemence. "I will see what I can do Agent Smith", said T'Vhor, "you must consider also however, that although you have ingratiated yourself with the crew most admirably in some respects, there are still some that may find your presence.... difficult", he added, pausing now to let the Agent reply if she wished to. Smith however remained quiet. Again, if the truth were to be known she knew that the Captain was right of course. When she had arrived on board, her mandate had been to discredit their CMO & bring him to justice. It was that simple. In time however, she had come to realize that the task was not as easy as she had first expected it would be & in the end, she had actually sided with the man! "Would you yourself feel comfortable working on this vessel Agent Smith?", asked the Captain. (Reply Smith) "Then as I say, I will see what I can do", said the Captain as Smith stood, saluted her prospective CO & then turned about to leave. (Reply Smith) (posted by Alan Reading) (USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - Agent Smith - 16:14) "I assumed that you held a positive distaste for being amongst us agent Smith", ~In the begining definetly.~ "My opinion on that accord has changed Captain, during my time on board." "I will see what I can do Agent Smith", said T'Vhor, "you must consider also however, that although you have ingratiated yourself with the crew most admirably in some respects, there are still some that may find your presence.... difficult", Jo nodded at T'Vhor's comment. She had realised that people would not like what she had represented when she had been on board before. "Would you yourself feel comfortable working on this vessel Agent Smith?", asked the Captain. Jo nodded. "Yes Captain, I would." She could have said extra about how the crew worked well and the leadership was good. But that was not her style. "Then as I say, I will see what I can do", Jo nodded again. She then stood up and saluted T'Vhor. "Thank you Captain." With that she turned and headed for the door. (reply any) (posted by Robbie) (Starbase Geneva - Main Medical - CMO Williams - 17:03) Andrew looked at the test results that he had gotten from Paltan and her team. He had completed the data that he had gained from the EVA as well as the tests that he had run back in main medical. he heard heavy foot falls behind him. "So Doc, do we past muster?" Andrew turned and saw that Paltan was standing near him. She was wearing her exo-skeleton frame for her mobility. ~Must be knackering walking in that~ He offered her a seat and he sat down. She sat down carefully. "Well every thing looks fine. I can't see anything wrong with you or your team to stop you from passing the medical check." Paltan nodded and gave a slight smile. "That's good." Andrew nodded. "I must thank you for this afternoon it was great. although I really am out of practice." Paltan ginned. "Yeah it shows Doc. Just do those exercises that I told you. Also spend some time in Zero-G you'll get your space legs back again." "Thanks. I'll do that." He watched as she stood up again. "Well I'm sure you have a lot to do Doc. See you around." Andrew nodded. "Not a problem." As Paltan walked away he picked up his PADD that contained the Spectres medical stores. ~I need to get this sorted or sickbay will be using maggots and leaches~ With that he headed for the medical dispensary. (reply any) (posted by Robbie) (Starbase Geneva - medical dispensary - CMO Williams - 17:35) Andrew gave the clerk a hard stare as he took back the PADD that he had given to him earlier. He scanned the PADD and then looked at the clerk. "You can not be serious. You can't just give me this." The clerk gave him a bored look. "I'm Sorry Doctor but its the new regulations." Andrew shook his head. "But I need these things. Cortical Simulators, Dermal Regenerators, HypoSpray and Medical Tricorders are essential pieces of equipment." "You can use your stores." Rolled his eyes "They are my stores. My equipment have run past its re-use date. I've had to scavenge half of my tricorders to keep the other ones I have running." "Well there is a war on." Andrew glared at him again. ~what a stupid thing to say~ "My patients will die if I don't get this equipment. Where is it going to any way?" The Clerk paused for a moment and then looked at his list. "The USS Champlain, the Nimitz & the Paladin get priority. Your from the Spectre?" Andrew nodded. "Well I'm sorry but you just don't have the priority." Andrew sighed as he realised that there was no use in arguing with the clerk any more. "Thanks for all your help." He said sarcastically. He then turned and walked away. ~Looks like I'm resorted to going on the scrounge. Bloody marvellous~ He accessed the computer terminal to find which was the closest ship and headed to wards it. (reply any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Champlin - Sickbay - CMO Williams - 18:05) Andrew entered sickbay with his marine guard not far behind. He had been given an escort since he got permission to enter the Champlain. He found it uncomfortably familiar but he dismissed it. He stopped as the doors closed behind him. In front of him was a view that amazed him. This sickbay was huge compared by Spectre standards. ~Wow this is nice~ He had not been on a galaxy class star ship before, everything seamed huge. He pulled himself together as he focused on the reason why he was there. ~Okay Andrew lets not get too carried away. Its no time for sight seeing~ He hoped that the CMO would be gracious enough to part with some of her spares. He felt very embarrassed for having to come and ask but he needed them or his patients would suffer. He had to do this himself, this was not something that Douwsy could do. This was not the time to hide from his responsibilities. ~Never know the CMO might be nice or I’ll get dragged out by my collar~ He glanced at his PADD. ~Okay the CMO is a Doctor Caskie, lets see if she is here~ He walked over to a member of the sick bay team. “Hallo, I’m sorry to disturb you. My name is Doctor Williams. I am looking for Dr Caskie. Is she here.” (reply any one in Sickbay) (Posted by Robbie Gray) (USS Spectre - Captain's Quarters - Captain T'Vhor - 18:10) It had been a long day, of that the Captain was most certain. In less than the timespan of one shift, he had calmed the mind of a fellow Vulcan hybrid, escorted the Doctor to Starfleet intelligence & witnessed his exoneration from the charges ascribed him, welcomed three new crew members aboard, one of which had turned out to be an old friend from the Paladin, dealt with an affray on board Geneva involving one of his own officers & received their new mission orders from 52nd fleet command. A Captain of course was never off duty but even so, his arrival at his personal quarters did not come without a certain amount of relief today. Entering into those quarters, he immediately instructed the computer to raise the ambient lighting to only one third it's normal level, then moving into his washroom whilst removing his tunic, he stopped to fill the basin with water & then glanced into the mirror ahead of him. The image looking back intrigued him, did his crew see the same as what he saw now? He was the Captain of course & they knew him as such, that much went without saying. But what about the Vulcan/Betazoid that dwelled beyond the image he now surveyed? What of his Katra, would anyone beyond his long dead wife ever touch it again in the same way? The Captain looked down briefly into the filled basin as he pondered these thoughts, his own image once again staring back up at him as he did so. Then he plunged his hands into the warm water, cupping them to contain it before drawing it up & onto his face in one smooth action. He closed his eyes briefly as the water trickled back into the basin & then he reached for the towel beside him, using it to pat his skin dry as the previous thoughts lingered on. It was & always had been an undeniable incongruity that despite all of his training, all of the rituals designed by his people to suppress emotions & all of the idiosyncrasies that went with them, the loss of Krysta & his unborn child had never left him completely. It was a part of him that he had never quite come to terms with & as such, it had left a void within him that yearned to be filled again. But with what he wondered? The Captain returned the towel to it's appointed place on the rail & then he moved back into his main quarters to an unexpected announcement from the computer. [You have one stored message awaiting retrieval] The Captain raised an eyebrow quizzically, a personal message? How strange..... T'Vhor moved towards his bunk & then took a seat upon it, then he instructed the computer to relay the message. [Message reads as: Dear Captain T'Vhor, Some years ago now I had the privilege of serving on the Spectre under Captain Remae Ktell, as First Officer. Since we both find ourselves at Geneva at the same time, I would like your permission to come aboard and take a look round a ship which holds many memories for me. If convenient for you, I will be free tomorrow afternoon from 1400. Kind regards, Captain Susan Rivers, CO, USS Champlain] The moment the message had ended the Captain laid back upon his bunk. The Champlain? as far as T'Vhor knew she had been under the command of Captain Wolfe, obviously their last mission had kept them out of the picture for longer than they had expected. What had become of Wolfe? The message had stated also that this new Captain had once served as FO on the Spectre under Captain Remae, was this synchronicity? surely not. The Captain himself had been Remae's First Officer also, before eventually taking command of the Spectre. The strange duality of the situation seemed most odd, but the Spectre's present CO put the thought aside & then proceeded on with a suitable response. "Computer, compose new message....recipient, Captain Rivers, USS Champlain", said the Captain. [Recording] "Captain Rivers. Thank you for your recent communique regarding permission to come aboard & 'look around'. It would of course be both an honour & a convenience to grant this to you. I will look forwards to your arrival at the requested time of fourteen hundred hours tomorrow. Many regards, Captain T'Vhor, Commanding Officer, USS Spectre" "Computer, send message" [Message Sent & logged at stardate 2407.04.05 : 18:15hrs] The Captain clasped his hands behind his head & then he indulged in a little much needed rest whilst contemplating the thoughts that had previously occupied him. (Reply Rivers, Any) (Posted by Alan Reading) (USS Champlain - Sickbay - CMO Williams - 18:13) "Pleased to meet you Doctor. I'm Dr Caskie, how can I help you?" Andrew paused for a moment. He had not totally worked out how he was going to explain his reason for being there. "Well Dr Caskie. I'm sorry to bother you. I've been told by supply that I have not been allocated any medical stores and I was wondering if I could borrow some of yours. I know its a bit unorthodox but I'm in a bit of a tight stop. Are you able to help me?" "Oh, I see. Well, I've been told that we are pretty much all stocked up at present so why don't we take a wander along to stores and see if we can help you out." Andrew smiled. "Thank you very much. That would be grate." Andrew turned and followed Caskie with the marine escort keeping a respectful distance. "This is the first time I've been on a galaxy class star ship its so big." (reply Caskie) "Your sickbay is really nice. Mines a lot smaller though and has less room." (reply Caskie) "I'm from the Spectre which is a much smaller star ship." He paused for a moment and then asked. "If you don't mind me asking. How big compliment of staff (reply Caskie) (reply Caskie, any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Champlain - Sickbay - CMO Williams - 18:20) "Let's keep this between you and me if you don't mind, but to be honest, I haven't actually counted them yet. I just officially took over today and to be honest, well, I have no idea." Andrew grinned as he remembered when he had first started as a CMO. "Well it does not show." They arrived at the stores and they entered. "There you go doctor, how exactly can we help you?" Andrew handed her his PADD. He had delete most of the supplies and had just left the really urgent ones. ~I not going to take advantage of her generosity~ "These are what I need urgently. Any thing you can spare would be a grate help." (reply Caskie) Andrew nodded. "Brilliant I'll get that taken over as soon as possible, if I may?" (reply Caskie) "Thank you very much for your help Doctor I really appreciate it." (reply Caskie) "I'll leave you to your work. I'm sure you have something much more important to be getting one with. So I'll leave you in peace. It was very nice meeting you Doctor Caskie." (reply Caskie) Andrew nodded and then head for the turbo lift with his marine escort. (Reply Caskie, any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Counselling Department - Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 18:30) What a long strange day it'd been! Jynea was starting to think there was something about the "deep space crazies" theory she'd heard about at the Academy. Of course, the counsellors had been joking, but Jynea was starting to think deep space did cause people to become "more of what they are." as Professor Smith would have said. She turned on the lights in the department to check to see if anyone had any urgent messages waiting, but the terminal was as empty as the offices. Apparently everyone decided shore leave was better than sitting in an office with a counsellor. Jynea agreed with them. Changes of scenery often helped gain new perspective. On inspiration she pulled up the duty roster to see who had been stuck working today and who had volunteered to work tomorrow as well. It wasn't a long list, and the usual suspects, she figured. "When was the last time some of these Vulcans took a day off?" Jynea muttered. She was pretty sure Vulcans needed a change of scenery just like every other race who served in Starfleet. She knew a paper had circulated through the Academy about performance declines.. she wondered if it was in the Spectre's database. A quick search later and she had it in paw. Feeling a bit brazen, since the list included the Captain, Jynea sent a general message out to everyone who had yet to book shore leave. To : -- List Undisclosed -- From : Morale Officer Jynea Kreung Subject : Shore leave It has been brought to the attention of the counselling department that several members of this crew have yet to schedule their off-duty time off ship. I realize that some amongst the crew feel that shore leave has no benefit to their mental health so I refer you to the study by Lieutenant Ezra Chan of the USS Sovereign of the effects of shore leave on the various races who serve in Starfleet. You will find even those who feel they need no 'change of scenery' or 'time off' often gain an up to 3% increase in work ability after just a four hour shore leave. If you have no inspiration on what shore leave activities you should participate in, I, or any member of the counselling department would be thrilled to assist you. Ensign (jg) Jynea Kreung -- End Message -- Jynea hit send before she could change her mind. She was sure Lieutenant Taxia would have done the same if he hadn't been bogged down in .. well, whatever he was doing. Now, it was time for a cookie. Of course, in Jynea's opinion, it was always time for a cookie. (Reply, any) (posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Personal Quarters - CMO Williams - 23:59) Andrew looked at the bed in front of him. He had stood there in a slight daze for the past few minutes. His body had finally decided to give up on him. He had pushed himself hard today but he was still reluctant to go to bed. He slowly crawled under the sheets and all his muscles relaxed as the bed took the weight of his body. He looked up at the ceiling for a time trying to resist closing his eyes but it grew harder and harder as his weary body gave in. He shut his eyes and prepared himself for the horror that he met every night that he slept. (reply any) (posted by Robbie) ================================================================== Mission: ***Docked*** Day: 02 Stardate: 2407.04.06 (USS Spectre - Enlisted Mess - PO2 Suri Rapeet - 07:15) Suri had heard about the morale officer's message from a grumbling Bolian in replicator repair over her morning coffee. "How was a man supposed to get his job done if he was kicked off the ship?" had just caused her to laugh. Make the station engineers earn their keep, if nothing else it would give them something to fix till the Captain blew up the ship the next time. It hadn't taken much work, or flirtation, to find out who exactly was on the list of party poopers. Suri was not-surprised, AND pleased at the name of 'Ardena Carrow' appearing on it. Some opportunities life handed you, and you just had to grab them in both hands. (Reply None) (Posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Junior Officer's Quarters - Ensign Ardena Carrow - 07:15) Ardena had been having a lazy lay in bed when her alarm chimed again to remind her she should probably crawl out of bed. It had been so refreshing to get sleep again, how simple a thing when you didn't get it. She hadn't heard from the Captain about training, but it wasn't as if he wasn't a busy man. Rolling to her feet Ardena decided she'd best send T'Vhor a message asking when would be a good time for him. While she could go through his administrative staff, she had her doubts his yeoman would know when he preferred to 'settle his mind' or whatever Vulcans called it. Having sent the message, she decided breakfast would probably be a good idea, then find a uniform and return to her lab. Oh, sure, there'd been some message from the morale officer about shore leave, but really, it wasn't like Ardena was in a position of command or anything stressful! It also wasn't like the ship's combat had ruined any of her experiments or studies. Her door chime changed her path through the small forest that was her quarters, she opened it to see an amused technician on the other side. ~Yum!~ thought Suri as Ardena answered the door chime in a sloppy t-shirt and leggings. "Good Morning Ensign, I'm your official shoreleave escort." "Er." Ardena said, stunned to see the beautiful woman this early in the morning, and on her doorstep. All the feelings and dreams came rushing back in a hurry. She had the brief dream of dragging Suri up to the Captain's quarters and holding her up to the Captain and saying "THIS! THIS is the problem!" However, as amusing as T'Vhor's expression might be for the first three seconds, it would hardly improve her promotion prospects which were already none and nil. "Why thank you Ensign, I would love to come in." Suri said to the stunned scientist. She stepped into Ardena's quarters to look around in surprise at the trees and birds. ~Good thing I didn't get her the cat.~ "Yes." Ardena managed, stepping aside as the shorter woman didn't quite push past her. Brain finally caught up with her. "I wasn't actually planning on taking shoreleave." She finally managed as Suri peered around with open curiosity. "I know. So does the counselling department." Not QUITE a stretch of the truth since she doubted Ensign Kreung would have sent out the message if she didn't suspect. "Which is why I'm here." Suri gave her biggest, brightest smile, "Though, you'll probably want to get dressed before we leave." "I'd like *breakfast* before we leave." Grumbled Ardena. "We can eat on the station." Suri told her, "Did you need help getting dressed?" Suri asked helpfully. "NO!" Ardena replied with more force than she intended. "Sorry Technician -" "Suri, please." She didn't quite purr. "Er, Suri.. Its just been a strange set of days and my dreams have been plaguing me." Ardena, blushing green, turned and went into her bedroom to find something that didn't scream 'on duty.' Dreams? Suri raised an eyebrow. Surely the Ensign wasn't having the same sort of dreams as she was? If she was, perhaps she wasn't enjoying them? The technician frowned to herself. Second thoughts were dreadful things. On the other hand, Ardena's body language had said 'Happy to see you' along with the 'Deer caught in headlights' look. Surely the good scientist had been in a relationship or six before this! Ardena came out in jeans and a long sleeved cotton shirt since that saw what Suri was wearing. Hindsight told her that the other woman seemed to feel the cold as much as Ardena did. "Alright Tech - Suri, lead on. Since you're dragging me off the ship at this hour, you're buying." Suri smiled happily, "Why Ensign Carrow, it would be my *pleasure.* Ardena suddenly wondered what she'd gotten herself into. (Reply none, any) (Posted by Lorna) (Starbase Geneva – Holodeck 2 - Martial Arts Tournament – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson – 7:20) “Terra Dokkodo Niten-Ichi Ryu” said Chuck. “What kind of style is that?!” loudly proclaimed the Bolean tournament official. The official had a PADD in his hand and was scanning the contents furiously. “It’s a human two sword discipline.” Muttered Chuck frowning. “Well, that won’t do you much good in hand-to-hand.” The fat Bolean let a hearty laugh escape his blue lips. Chuck was more than a little miffed that a classic Martial Art, his art, was being laughed at. “Just write it down and I’ll be on my way.” Chuck demanded. “Not so fast, I’ll need a discipline banner.” The Bolean inquired. “Here.” Chuck said coldly withdrawing a folded banner from a duffle on the floor and handing it to the Bolean. The Bolean unfolded the banner. It was a pure white with a kitana and a wakizashi crossed in a “St. Andrew” pattern. “Very original.” The Bolean laughed again. Chuck wandered off carrying his duffle – the opinions of a ridiculous Bolean didn’t matter – Chuck was qualified, that’s all that mattered. (Starbase Geneva – Holodeck 2 - Martial Arts Tournament – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson – 7:33) “Contestants Sullivan and M'etrene report to the ring.” Said the Andorian bout announcer. Chuck could see from his close seat beside the arena - a Vulcan/Human and a Nausicaan entered the mat. Glancing back at the tournament crosstable he noticed that this match was on the opposite end of the “tree” from his own name. ~I’ll have to wait awhile before my turn.~ he thought to himself. (reply none, any) (posted by Anton Taylor) (Starbase Geneva – Holodeck 2 - Martial Arts Tournament – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson – 7:43) The match between T’Larah and M'etrene was in full swing. The Nausicaan had taken a beating but had given one or two lessons himself. T’Larah had just paralyzed the Nausicaan’s leg and was avoiding his attempt to grapple. ~The Nausicaan has the right idea . . . her kicks are strong and fast but the real strategic advantage is in her hands.~ thought Chuck. The Nausicaan’s utter failure in the grapple attempt forced a frown to appear on Chuck’s face. ~Poorly executed, he’s done.~ thought Chuck. Chuck watched the match closely for several more minutes . . . not so much that the fight was that interesting . . . the Nausicaan was done anyway. Chuck watched the Vulcan half-breed’s movements, should he have to face her he thought she might reveal some hidden flaw in her technique. She was truly spectacular with her kicks. Her strength and speed were well honed even for someone with Vulcan blood. Her weakness had to lie in her hands. ~Wait, what was that?~ he thought. For a brief moment T’Larah’s hand had had full contact with the opponent’s body. She had winced, or flinched, or something. Chuck ran the scene over in his mind. He missed it still but it was something. He closed his eyes and clasped his face in his hands. The image became clearer in his minds eye. ~Yes, she had reacted to her own touch. Nausicaans are grotesque but she reacted to something else.~ Chuck thought. He opened his eyes and watched as an obvious companion to the already beaten Nausicaan produced a weapon. “Nausicaans cheating, big surprise.” He whispered to himself. Chuck closed his eyes again and reflected on what the flinch, or whatever it was, might mean. (reply none, any) (posted by Anton Taylor) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Captain T'Vhor - 13:50) Exiting his Ready room, the Captain made his way past a number of maintenance personnel, entrenched as they now were up to their necks & waists within the opened access panels of the various bridge stations. Here & there, panels lay upon the carpeting either awaiting installation or obvious disposal, the relevant burns & scorch marks on some of them making it pretty clear which in each individual case. "No...no...no!, the phase limiter is fried, if we put another in now the EPS conduit will overload & fry the new one", said a somewhat hassled voice emanating from somewhere within the science station & directed at a kneeling colleague outside. The Captain shook his head slightly as he passed, it was probably best to just leave them alone to get on with it, so with that in mind, he continued on towards his destination & subsequent meeting with the Champlain's Commanding Officer. The bridge chronometer had read '13:55' hundred hrs at the last glance, Captain Rivers would be coming aboard very soon & the Captain had ordered the transporter chief to inform him the moment she had done so. With five minutes to spare though, Captain T'Vhor entered the turbolift & expressed his destination forthwith. "Deck three, Transporter room one please", he said & the turbolift began it's silent decent through the decks, before then changing course to the horizontal, indicated as usual by the changing direction of the light bars behind him. The doors then slid aside & the Captain stepped out. (Reply None) (Posted by Alan Reading) (USS Spectre - Transporter Room One - Captain T'Vhor - 14:01) "....permission to come aboard to visit Captain T'Vhor" The Captain had entered the transporter room almost at the exact instance that Captain Rivers had made her announcement to the transporter chief, he had however caught only the very last part of that announcement. "Captain T'Vhor at your service Captain Rivers", said T'Vhor as he stepped forwards to greet her with an extended hand. (Reply Rivers) The Captain nodded appropriately whilst listening to the Champlain's CO speaking. All of a sudden though, he felt a sudden familiarity in her poise & manner, it was most strange. From almost the first moment he had set eyes upon her he had felt that he surely knew her from someplace other than Starfleet's ranks. Her Bajoran heritage of course was quite clear, that in itself though was nothing that might pinpoint where the root of the familiarity might lie, for he had known many Bajoran's during his time fighting for the resistance. For now anyway, he chose to dismiss the thought from his mind, if indeed it were to become relevant then the answer would come to him in time & with a gesture of his hand, he invited the Captain to lead on from the room & into the corridor. "Tell me Captain, what has become of Captain Wolfe?", asked T'Vhor. (Reply Rivers) NRPG: Not wishing to lead here but I'm assuming an obvious response. RPG: "I see", said the Captain bowing his head slightly now in a sign of respect at the sudden loss of Captain Wolfe. "Please extend my sympathies to your crew, I was not well acquainted with the man but I am sure that he was regarded highly by those that served with him", he added as they walked up along the corridor towards the turbolift. (Reply Rivers) "Is there anywhere specifically that you wish to visit Captain Rivers?", said T'Vhor turning towards his newly arrived guest. "I have arranged a small luncheon for later if you wish to partake of it, but for now.... consider the Spectre yours to enjoy", he added. (Reply Rivers) (Posted by Alan Reading) NRPG: More to come....